Here’s a little sneak peak of Book 4 of my fun and sexy Blood-Hound series:
Enjoying much-deserved R&R on the black sand beaches of the ruling Authority’s planet Enitrus, Cliff Blood is not happy when his brother Matt and his lover Rum show up to spoil his and Falen’s vacay with bad news. It seems Lotus Brand, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the shifters’ favorite cops.
Problem is, the boys aren’t going to make it back to Earth before Lotus gets there, so Littlejohn and Petra have to fend for themselves, while negotiating a new development in their relationship that already has them slightly off-balance.
Petra glared at the massive shifter standing in front of her. “I don’t care what Littlejohn told you, Adams, I don’t need you to check the ladies room before I go inside.”
The grizzly shifter crossed massive arms over his chest and glared back at her from under bushy eyebrows. “What kind of bodyguard would I be if I didn’t protect you at all times…even when it was inconvenient?”
Petra put her hand over the handle of her gun and lifted one eyebrow. “A live one?”
His small, brown eyes narrowed. “You can’t kill me with that.”
“No. But I can give you one hell of a case of heartburn.”
When Griz Adams remained bearish on the protection thing, Petra finally gave in with a sigh. “Hurry up. I have to pee.”
The big man slipped silently past her and into her bathroom as Petra danced from foot to foot in the hallway. When a couple of minutes had passed and he still hadn’t returned, she called out. “You aren’t staring at yourself in the mirror, are you?”
He lumbered out. “I was picking a zit on my nose.”
“Ha, ha. Were there any snake shifters in the toilet?”
The big man growled low. “That’s just wrong on so many levels.”
Laughing happily at his discomfort, Petra hurried past him and closed the door, locking it before moving quickly across the small room to do her business. As she was washing her hands she heard a short, sharp bark of surprise and something heavy slammed against the bathroom door. Petra rushed over and fumbled with the lock.
“Griz? Are you all right?”
Growling sounds mixed with the sound of crashing and grappling beyond the door. She turned the knob and pulled.
“Don’t come out here!” Griz shouted.
Petra grabbed her gun and yanked on the door. There was a roar…a pain-filled cry…and then nothing as Petra yanked the door open. She looked at the creature standing a few feet away and squeaked, feeling the blood rush from her face. She was suddenly glad she’d just emptied her bladder or she might have embarrassed herself.
The wide, black-gummed jaw opened, showing massive white teeth, red with blood. “Nothin’ holy here, beautiful.” The voice was gravel on glass and made her shudder. The wide, black muzzle hovered over Griz’s throat, covered in blood from his ripped flesh. The grizzly shifter wasn’t moving. His eyes were closed, and she couldn’t tell if his chest still rose and fell. The fiery, black monster was breathing hard, its wide chest heaving and covered with bloody tracks.
At least Griz had gotten in his knocks before the thing had taken him down.
Petra stood in shocked silence for a few beats and then frowned, rage rising up to replace fear in her breast. “You sonofabitch.” The words came out in a soft, unruffled tone, surprising even her. Someone who didn’t know Petra well might think she was calm. They would be mistaken. She was the exact opposite of calm.
She was enraged.
“My home.” She lifted her hand and shot the thing right between the eyes. “My life.” She shot it again. “My annoying bodyguard.” Each bullet set the hound back on its heels and pushed it a few inches further away. But each time the monster shook it off and started toward her again. She emptied her Glock into the thing’s face and still it came for her.
Petra ran back into the bathroom and looked frantically around for something she could use as a weapon. Desperate, she grabbed the shower rod off the wall and managed to shove it in front of her throat just as the thing lunged.
The impact sent her flying backward, to crash hard against the tile wall beneath the window. Bloody-covered claws ripped through the peony-covered shower curtain and ripped the plastic hooks into pieces. Smoky breath bathed her face as terrifying red eyes stared into it. A massive paw found her thigh and raked downward, digging bloody furrows into her skin beneath her jeans. She screamed, long and hard as pain burned like fire. Then she smelled her flesh cooking and realized it was fire. The thing was ripping and burning her at once.
The massive jaws closed down on the flimsy metal of the rod and easily broke it. Petra knew she was about to die. But if she was going down, she was gonna take the evil son of a fiery bitch down with her. The huge jaws clamped around her throat and bore down. Petra couldn’t breathe. She felt the muscles of her throat ripping and tears flooded her eyes. Panic brought her hands up as she tried to push the fiery beast off. Her hand caught on his shoulder and wouldn’t go any closer. It took her panicked brain a moment to realize she still held the shower rod. She started to loosen her fingers but stopped. Maybe there was something she could still do. In a final, adrenalin-fueled strike, Petra jammed the broken edge the shower rod into the thing’s throat and shoved as hard as she could.
Hot blood bathed her chest, setting her skin on fire. The huge, black head rolled back and the jaw opened, only a gurgling sound coming out as it tried to howl in pain.
Petra screamed as the blood scalded her flesh and tried to scamper out from under the hound. But the beast was flailing wildly, trying to remove the rod from its throat and all she could do was cover her head with her arms and try to avoid the razor-sharp claws. Still they found her, ripping and ripping until she felt as if there wasn’t an inch of flesh that wasn’t torn and bloody.
Then all of a sudden the hound’s weight flew off her legs and it yelped once, before the meaty sound of flesh tearing brought a tense silence. Petra opened her eyes, tried to see who was standing over her, but there was so much blood. It was in her eyes, her mouth, running from her nose. She tried to speak, tried to sit up, but the world slipped away from her and all she could do was collapse back to the blood-covered tile.
Like what you read? Haven’t read books 1 through 3 yet? There’s still time. #:0)