The Consummate Alpha – Meet Cliff Blood – A Bloodhound Shifter


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Book 4: Blood-Hound Paranormal Series

Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

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 vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood 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.

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Cliff’s hand was sweaty on the joystick.

“Steady, Blood. We’re almost there.”

They rode the airspace between two of Lotus’s drones, hidden by the sleek airships but in constant danger of being sideswiped by one of them. They’d managed to maneuver their way through the debris field to slide into line with the fighting airships heading back to Snake Eyes, but using the drones as cover was nerve-racking. At any moment the fighters’ super-sensitive detection fields could breach the fairly primitive shields the Vibrance’s shuttles carried and detect them.

Cliff glanced at Falen. “I don’t like bringing you in here. I feel like I’m delivering the lamb right to the lion’s den.”

Falen snorted. “If you think I’m a lamb I’ve been doing something wrong in the bedroom.”

“You know what I mean, Marshal. Lotus wants you bad. If he can capture you, he can bring the Intergalactic Police to its knees.”

Falen frowned. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”

Cliff fell silent and focused on swinging clear as the two drones they were hiding between swung into single file to approach the loading dock doors. He dropped back and positioned the shuttle close to the left rear tail-form of the second drone. “I never agreed. You agreed for me.”

Falen expelled a breath. “Look, Blood, when I joined the IP I knew it would be dangerous…”

“I’m happy for you, Marshal! What about me? I didn’t agree to you being in constant danger.”

Falen frowned. “You’re a bounty hunter, Blood. Before that you were a cop. What you do is dangerous too. But I wouldn’t even consider asking you to give it up, because it’s what you are. It’s as much a part of you as that delectable backside of yours.”

Cliff shook his head, realizing Falen was right and, worse, his not-so-subtle reminder of their phenomenal sex life took Cliff’s fickle brain off course and sent it careening down a path he couldn’t afford to be on at that moment.

Falen went on. “Nobody anticipated this, Blood. Lotus’s power play took the IP off-guard. The powers never believed he’d be able to corrupt our officers but he did. The organization is starting to rebound…”

“Thanks to you.”

“– but if Lotus gets a stronghold on Earth it will slow that process considerably.”

They were fifth in line to enter Snake Eyes’ loading dock. Close enough that Cliff could see the tiny forms of black-clad soldiers milling around inside. “What’s the deal with him going after Littlejohn and Petra?”

Falen slid Cliff a look. “I’m not sure, but it’s possible he wants to use them as leverage against me… force me to give him what I know.”

Cliff felt the blood draining from his face. “Will it work?”

“No.” Falen expelled a breath, clearly upset by his response. “It can’t. There’s way more at stake here than the lives of two cops on Earth. Though it kills me to say it.”

Cliff thought about this for a moment, reaching over to adjust their speed as they approached the big airship. “Then we’ll need to make sure he doesn’t get his hands on them.”

“I’m afraid that will be up to them, Blood. We aren’t going to get there in time to help them.” Falen slipped his harness off and stood, moving behind the seat to grab their weapons. He dropped an O2 gun into the holster he had strapped across his chest and one that shot real bullets into the small of his back. He stuck a long knife through his belt and moved to stand behind Cliff, placing his hands on his lover’s tense shoulders. “This is gonna get ugly fast, Blood. They’ll know we’re here as soon as we clear the doors. What do you have in mind?”

Cliff’s hands moved over the dials and switches on the console, prepping them for a quick landing. “We’re gonna crash and burn, literally, so you’d better strap yourself in, Marshal.”

Falen didn’t respond, but a heartbeat later Cliff felt the soft heat of the big marshal’s lips against the back of his neck. “I love you, Blood.”

Cliff closed his eyes briefly under the husky caress of that endearment. Embracing the warmth Falen’s words created in his gut, Cliff nodded. “I love you too, fire-boy. Now get that sexy ass strapped into a seat. I’m about to return you to your natural element.”

Falen did as instructed. “Phenomenal.”

“I thought you’d like that. But just so you know, if Lotus’s guys do get hold of you, I can’t promise I won’t go all squiggy on their asses.”

Falen’s lips twitched on a suppressed smile. “Noted and appreciated.”

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Intergalactic intrigue, sizzling sexual tension, and a giant snake shifter to be vanquished. Things are never dull.

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 vacay with bad news. It seems Brand Lotus, evil snake-villain with a plan to take over Earth by force, has been discovered heading back to Earth and he’s targeting the Bloods’ favorite cops.

Problem is, the Blood 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.

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The air smelled like flowers, and the place where she rested was cool and quiet. Her limbs felt unnaturally heavy and her eyes seemed stuck closed. Petra lay there for a long moment, afraid she was dead. On some level she realized the thought should be terrifying, but she appeared unable to work up any fear. A curious calm had settled over her.

After a moment she became aware of a strange whirring sound that accompanied each burst of flower-scented air. Her mind cast around for something familiar to tie the sound to. Nothing surfaced.

“She’s awake.”

Petra jumped slightly, her eyelids quivering at the unfamiliar voice. It was tinny, like it came from a long way away. A cool breeze slipped across her cheeks and something soft touched her skin.

“Come on, beauty. Open those pretty eyes.”

Petra reached up and rubbed her face where the touch had tickled it. She managed to crank her eyes open enough to see that she was in some kind of garden, surrounded by green plants and flowers. The sunlight stung and her lids snapped shut again.

“Lower the light, Blossom.”

Petra frowned. How did one lower the sunlight? Filled with curiosity about the voice, she fought to open her lids again. A large bug buzzed by her nose and she lifted a hand toward it.

“Hey! Watch out, beauty. You almost clipped my wing there.”

Petra’s eyes opened wide and focused on the tiny man hovering before her on the air, dragon-fly-like wings beating wildly. He was dressed all in green, with a mop of red hair that fell into his eyes. His tiny face was handsome despite the glare, and his arms were crossed over his chest in annoyance. “I’m…” Her voice croaked and she coughed. Her throat felt like it was filled with sand. “I’m sorry. I thought you were a bug.”

The glare deepened and a leather-clad toe tapped the air. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better.”

Petra suddenly realized what she was seeing before her eyes. “You’re a fairy.”

Tiny red eyebrows lifted, disappearing beneath the mop of red. “Beauty and brains. I’m impressed.”

Petra licked her dry lips. “I’m smart enough to know sarcasm when I hear it.”

The fairy’s glare finally disappeared, replaced by a wide smile. The smile looked very natural there. “Okay, I’ll forgive you. I’m sure you’re disoriented from your healing.” He surged forward, going horizontal and hovering inches from her face so he could look into her eyes. “Just watch those hands while you’re down here. Not everybody’s thrilled to have giants in our midst.”

Petra frowned. Giants? But the little fairy buzzed away, quick as a blink, and Petra was left with a hundred questions on the tip of her tongue and nobody to ask. First things first, she decided. She needed to figure out where she was. Petra pushed herself into a sitting position and looked around. She’d been lying in the center of a circular patch of dark green grass. Lush and blemish-free, the grassy area was surrounded by bushes of the deepest green, which were densely covered in flowers as big as her hand. The blossoms represented all the colors of the rainbow.

She realized she wasn’t lying under the sun as she’d first assumed. The walls around her were covered in vines with wide, triangular leaves, whose veins were a deep red color, like blood. She tilted her head and looked up, up, up to a circle of glass that was heavily etched with some kind of hieroglyphic symbols.

“A ward to keep evil and humans out. I’m told.”

Petra jumped at the sound of Littlejohn’s voice, right behind her. She slapped a hand over her chest and twisted around to glare at him. “You scared the shit out of me. Where did you come from, anyway?”

Littlejohn’s handsome face was pinched, and dark circles stained the area beneath his eyes. “I went to get these.” He handed her a small, white plate covered in something that looked like pink crackers. “Fairy bread. It doesn’t look like much but it packs quite a punch.” His smile was weary.

She took one of the dishes from him, looking around. “Where are we?”

“The fairy mound.”

“Seriously?” Petra laughed. “I can’t believe you lowered yourself –”

“Shhh! For God’s sake. Don’t piss them off. They appear to be highly sensitive, and when you make them mad those wings buzz so loud it takes an hour for your eardrums to return to normal.”

Petra smiled. “You’re afraid of a bunch of fairies?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You’ve met Rum, right? Think thousands of Rums.”

She blinked and then nodded, lowering her voice. “I see your point.”

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