Cover Artist: Angela Knight
| Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure & Suspense, Romance |
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| Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Multiple Partners, Werewolves, Shapeshifters (Other), Men and Women in Uniform, Gay |
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| Series: Bureau of Paranormal Affairs (#1) |
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| Length: Novella
About the Book
With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn't the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he's the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke's path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly... bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.
Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he's never slept with any of his clients... until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he's found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.
With a killer on the loose, now isn't the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there's only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.
A little Tease...
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Roarke shut off the water and dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist. Steam filled the room and the door handle was slick under his palm. The cool air of the hotel room washed over him as he stepped out of the bathroom. His partner sat at the table by the window flipping through crime scene photos from the previous victims.
Spencer looked up, scanning him from head to toe. “Not that I haven’t seen it all before, but don’t you think someone would get the wrong idea if they saw you running around in a towel? I believe it was you who said things should remain professional between us.”
“Is your nose still out of joint that I wouldn’t sleep with you that night we got drunk?”
Spencer shrugged. “I told you it was more than the alcohol talking. I haven’t made it a secret that I want you.”
“You aren’t the fling type and I can’t offer you anything more. I’m not the type of man to take a mate. I’m married to my job, same as you. Casual sex, yes. Long lasting relationship, no.”
Spencer snorted and turned back to the photos as Roarke pulled on a pair of gray slacks. “You know, we found semen at every crime scene except this last one. Maybe it’s not the same guy. Something doesn’t feel right. All the others were known prostitutes, but this kid is clean. Could the claw marks just be a coincidence?”
“You think the trail has gone cold and this body is just throwing us off track?”
Spencer scratched the back of his neck. “It’s possible. I downloaded the report from the police while you were in the shower. Kid’s in college, a freshman, comes from a good family, makes good grades. He was last seen leaving a party with an older man. From the witness accounts, the man was well dressed and well spoken. Does that sound like a rogue shifter to you? Most of the one we’ve caught didn’t seem that well put together.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Roarke picked up the file and leafed through it. “So he could be anywhere in the country by now. If this isn’t our guy.”
“Want to pack it in and head back to the office? Wait on another lead? You can’t deny you’d rather be home when you go through your heat.”
“Two shifters killing young men?” Roarke pursed his lips as he studied the photos again. “I guess it’s possible, but what are the chances? It isn’t like the shifter population is plentiful, especially in the south. Most of them moved to Canada where the laws are a little more lax when it comes to my species.”
Spencer tipped the chair back on its hind legs and folded his hands behind his head. “I guess if there’s another body, we’ll know for sure.”
“This is bullshit! Someone shouldn’t have to die in order for us to do our fucking jobs. I hate waiting. Every shifter has a unique scent. What if I posed as a local prostitute and waited him out? Since he didn’t get very far with the boy, it’s possible he’s still on the prowl. I’d be able to fight him off if he attacked.”
Spencer’s lips tipped up on one corner. “If you’re wanting to play the part of a prostitute, I’d be happy to purchase your services.”
Roarke smacked him upside the head with the file. “Would you be serious?”
“Oh, I am.”
Roarke shook his head in disgust. “It’s not happening.”
“We’ll see. Your heat is coming soon, like you said. You’re going to need someone, and unless you’re going to break the law and pay some guy to let you have your way with him, then I’m all you’ve got. Look at it this way, I know the score. You’ve told me you don’t want to settle down and I won’t expect it of you. But we can have one hell of a good time.”
“Stop thinking with your dick.”
Spencer pushed down on his growing erection. “Can’t help it. I haven’t been laid in months. The asshole I was seeing before you and I became partners decided to move on to greener pastures. Greener meaning younger and better looking.”
“If you’re fishing for compliments, I’m not taking the bait.”
Spencer smirked. “You want me and you know it. I even have the pictures to prove it.”
“You’re an ass.”
Roarke finished dressing and dragged Spencer back into the daylight, and away from the temptation of the motel bed. One thing was for sure, he needed to find someone fast, or he might very well turn to Spencer, and that had the potential or ruining their partnership. He might lust after the cute human, but there were some lines a bear just didn’t cross.
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