Today I’m thrilled to be speaking with Rabb Miller, alpha of the City of Lights pack, a rare breed of city-dwelling shifters. I absolutely LOVE this series and I’m so excited to be talking to one of my favorite (hottest!) alphas. So find a fan and grab some ice water. Here we go!
Reporter: Hello, Rabb. Thanks for stopping by to answer a few questions. I hope you don’t mind if they get a bit personal. (smiles coyly)
Rabb: (shrugs) As long as you don’t mind if I tell you it’s none of your business.
Reporter: Deal. What do you do for a living?
Rabb: I own a bar called Bright City Lights. It’s a shifter bar with a surprise room in the back that only shifters can fully appreciate.
Reporter: Come on, tell me what’s in the room, Rabb.
Rabb: I can’t tell you that, because if you ever decided to get curious and sneak in there…well…let’s just say there’d be extra protein on the menu for my pack that night.
Reporter: (blinks) You wouldn’t!
Rabb: I probably wouldn’t… But I can’t promise that all the members of my pack would resist a gift horse in the mouth.
Reporter: Okay, well, anyway…on to safer topics. Boxers, briefs, or commando?
Rabb: (lifts eyebrow) You have to ask? I have a wolf living under my skin. You think wolves do boxers? (laughs) Only if there isn’t a poodle available. That’s a little shifter humor.
Reporter: (glares at him) Yeah. Very little. I have a poodle.
Rabb: They’re very tasty.
Reporter: Oh my god!
Rabb: That was a joke. Lighten up.
Reporter: (giving him the stink eye) So, Rabb, give it up, what is it about sexy Brant South that makes you crazy in a good way?
Rabb: He’s very intense and brooding. I find that sexy in a man. He also has a damn fine ass.
Reporter: (fans self) Ooh, I know exactly what you mean. But what about Brant makes you crazy in a bad way?
Rabb: He’s very intense and brooding. And he’s all about denying himself stuff.
Reporter: What kind of stuff?
Rabb: Me mostly. (frowns) But there’s other stuff too.
Reporter: Come on, tell us.
Rabb: Nope. You’ll have to read the book.
Reporter: Dangit! (smiles) okay, now for some fun questions. In your shifted form, have you ever gotten flees?
Rabb: Har, de, har, har. Like I haven’t heard that one before.
Reporter: (chuckling) Are you more comfortable in fur or skin?
Rabb: Define, in.
Reporter: Hooboy! Okay, that’s all the time we have for today. Rabb, thanks again for stopping by. I hope next time you’ll bring that sexy, brooding lover of yours along with?
Rabb: (shrugs) I’ll see what I can do.
Rabb Miller, readers. Isn’t he something? Trust me, you’re not going to want to miss him and the sexy Brant in Bright City Lights. What’s that? You’ve never heard of the book? OMG! Okay, here’s a little taste. Enjoy!
Rabb is an alpha shifter, a werewolf, who likes to defy both the odds and authority. He prefers the city lights over the open spaces most shifters enjoy.
Brant is a politician with a secret that’s becoming harder and harder to contain. As mayor of Bright City, he’s determined to keep the city free of shifters to protect his secret.
The two men share a fair amount of distrust, along with a smoldering history that threatens to drag them under again. But when shifters begin to die in Bright City, Rabb and Brant need to find a way to work together again. Especially when one of them inadvertently steps right into the murderer’s deadly path.
Redz World Reviews gave Bright City Lights 5 Shooting Stars! “The wonderful story telling and heat between Brant and Rabb made this a book I just couldn’t put down. This is my first book I have read by Declan Sands, but I look forward to reading many more in the future. If they are anything like Bright City Lights, I know they will be stories to remember.”
4.5 Stars from Sensualreads.com! “Exciting and passionate, Bright City Lights will capture your imagination and have you dreaming of two very sexy alphas.”
Rainbow Book Reviews gives Bright City Lights 4 Stars! “This was a very exciting story that I enjoyed immensely! The love story between Rabb and Brant was mysterious, sexy and very, very hot.”
Brant slammed the hard, rubber ball against the wall and flipped around to hit it with his other hand, sending it slamming back. Sweat dripped from his head and he swiped at it with the band around his wrist. The rubber ball hit the corner and skewed off course, sailing past him toward the back of the room.
He turned to catch it when it came sailing back.
It never hit the wall.
Rabb Miller stood just inside the door of the court, his big body seeming to fill the small, glass-enclosed room. Brant’s first thought was that the man looked characteristically delicious. He wore tight, well-worn jeans and a pecs-hugging, round-necked t-shirt. His chin-length wavy, dark brown hair was combed back, away from his face, showcasing his strong features. Rabb’s hostile gaze was locked on Brant, his eyes glowing with golden lights. His wide, sensual lips pressed together, the big shifter’s jaw was tight with anger. Without a word, Rabb lifted his hand and opened his fingers, dropping the ball to the floor, where it dribbled a few feet and bumped up against Brant’s sneaker.
Unable to stop himself, Brant’s gaze slipped upward, to the row of windows along the top of the court.
“They won’t get here in time,” Rabb told him in a voice that was mostly growl. His hands clenched in fists at his sides, the werewolf vibrated with rage.
Rabb’s eyes glowed with unmistakable magic. “You dare to ask me that?”
The pain in Rabb’s gaze was palpable and fear for the other man made Brant lose his temper. “I have to ask you that because I don’t know, dammit!”
Rabb’s gaze lost some of its unearthly power and his stance softened slightly. “You expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with Mica?”
Brant stared at Rabb, squaring his shoulders to show he wasn’t intimidated, though he’d be an idiot not to be. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Rabb. What’s happened to Mica?”
Rabb’s mouth twisted as if he’d bitten into a lemon. “He’s dead. Along with a young pup who’d been brutalized before she was killed. Is this your way of running us out of Bright City, mayor? Because if you want a war we’ll be happy to indulge you. What we won’t do is back down or leave. You’ll have to kill every last one of us if you want us gone.”
Brant felt sick. His pulse picked up and his mouth watered from the nausea roiling in his gut. “Oh my god.” His legs weakened and he let his knees bend, crouching on the floor and supporting himself with one hand. He’d gone too long without eating and the strenuous workout hadn’t helped. But the picture Rabb’s words played across his mind was the last straw on his already weakened system.
Rabb didn’t say anything, but he moved closer. As usual, Brant was amazed at how silently the big man could move. He didn’t look up but jerked a little when Rabb’s hand landed on his shoulder, heavy and so deliciously warm. “Are you okay?”
The words were spoken in the husky murmur Brant remembered all too well. His eyes closed under the pain engendered by the memory. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just need to eat.”
Rabb’s hand lifted and he took a step back, making Brant see red. “I see your compassion is still limited by your capacity for self protection.” He pushed himself off the floor, his anger helping him ride out the dizziness that followed.
Rabb’s impossibly handsome face turned hard again. “Someone’s killing my people, Brant. If it isn’t you then we have an even bigger problem. You have as much to lose as I do.”
Brant scraped a hand over his face, the dizziness turning to something far more troublesome as Rabb’s delightful scent infused the air he breathed. “I agree.” He frowned, realizing where they were headed and terrified. “You’ll keep me apprised?”
Rabb laughed but there was no humor in it. “Nice try cowardly lion. We’ll need to work together on this one. I don’t trust you and you don’t trust me. So we’ll have to keep each other close.”
Brant closed his eyes, despair washing through him. Finally he sighed, nodding. “You’re right. Okay, how do you want to do this?”
Rabb’s sexy mouth turned up in a tight smile. “I don’t think you’d pass for my new bartender, so I guess I’m gonna have to play on your field for a while.”
Brant blinked at him, unwilling to understand what he’d just been told. Finally he opened his mouth, not sure how he was going to say no, hell no without getting about three hundred pounds of werewolf down his throat.
The visual his traitorous mind played at the thought brought sudden heat to his face—and other places. “Oh hell no, Rabb.”
Rabb’s smile widened. “Mr. Mayor, meet your new assistant.”
“God help me,” Brant murmured weakly.
Rabb turned away. “I’ll start on Monday. Tomorrow we need to put our fallen pack members to rest…” His voice shuddered and trailed off, telling Brant more than words how much Mica’s loss meant to the big shifter.
“Can I do anything? Where will the funeral be?”
Rabb grasped the door handle. “No funeral. We’ll take them to the running grounds. I’ll see you on Monday, fang.” He opened the door and walked out, leaving behind an aura of pain so thick Brant suddenly found it hard to breathe.