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[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal
Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Two undercover
agents weave a web of deceit when they bed their target.
Undercover
Were-agent Slade Wolfe works for the Department of Shifter Affairs. He's on
special assignment to take down Jaxon Castle, a resistance leader. Slade's
contact in New York is a human cop, Mike Donovan, who's hiding his real
relationship with their target—he and Jaxon are lovers. When Slade beds Jaxon
so he can plant his surveillance equipment, a jealous Mike freaks out.
Both agents suspect
the charges have been trumped up by the Feds and they're reluctant to take
Jaxon down, but the director of DSA is getting antsy and he orders Mike to kill
his partner and frame Jaxon for the murder. Getting rid of his competition is
tempting, but Mike can't kill an innocent man, even if it means he'll end up in
DSA's crosshairs with his rival and his boyfriend.
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Story Excerpt
A spotlight came on,
illuminating one end of the plywood stage, and a disembodied voice came over
the loudspeaker. “Get ready to drool, men, because tonight we have a new dancer
and he’s gonna turn up the heat. Here he is, for the first time on our stage,
or any stage for that matter. Let’s hear it for Slade.” The crowd went wild and
men started moving toward the platform to catch a scent of the newcomer.
Jaxon Castle took a seat at the bar, and Quinn slid a bottle
of mineral water in front of him. Jax
never drank anything stronger than water at his club. He knew what the other
shifters called him behind his back—control freak. They didn’t mean it as a
compliment. Jax preferred to think of himself as a detail-oriented
manager. Things tended to go
wrong if he didn’t attend to every detail himself, and he needed all his animal instincts
functioning at their peak in case of trouble. That meant staying stone-cold
sober.
The bartender leaned over to make himself heard over the
noise. “Fresh meat, huh?”
“Yeah. All the way
from Los Angeles.”
“What’s he doing
here?”
“The same thing all
the strays are doing,” Jaxon grunted. “Running from the law. Dogtown is turning
into a fucking dog pound.”
“You don’t give them
all jobs in your club. What’s so special about this one?”
Jaxon shrugged. “His
timing was good. Korey didn’t show up today. The little prick left me high and
dry, and on a Saturday night. Fucking unbelievable. Then this guy walks in,
fresh off the bus, and looking for any kind of job, and a place to stay. I sent
him over to Benjamin to see about renting an apartment and told him to come
back tonight for an audition. I sure hope he’s good.”
“You didn’t check
his credentials?” Quinn feigned a surprised look but couldn’t hold back his
laughter.
“I didn’t want to
scare him off.”
“He doesn’t look
like he scares easy.”
It was true. With a
six-foot-four, muscular frame and rugged features, the newcomer looked like he
could hold his own. Jaxon took a big swallow from the bottle.
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it, boss. The men like a variety of
inventory.” Quinn winked. “I know for a fact most of the guys would like to see
you up on that stage.”
Jaxon choked and
spewed water across the bar.
Quinn smirked and
wiped his face with the back of an arm. “You all right, boss?”
“Fuck you.” Jaxon
scowled at him, swiveled on his stool, and leaned his elbows back on the bar.
He heard Quinn laughing behind him, but he focused on the stage. The men were
more than curious about his private life, but the subject was strictly
off-limits.
Happy Reading
Gale Stanley
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