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[Ménage and More: Erotic Alternative
Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, werewolves, HEA]
Finn Smith
works for Boyztown, an escort agency that specializes in matching up kinky
partners. Finn is attracted to the two sexy studs who requested his services,
but his Werewolf instincts tell him they're trouble. He should have listened to
his inner wolf. Zach Edwards and Luke Reed are bounty hunters—and Finn is their
primary target.
Finn is
hiding his own secret. He's been recruited by the Were Resistance to help them
capture traitors. When Finn discovers that Zach and Luke are Werewolves hiding
their scent with a new drug invented by government researchers, he's forced to
alert the Resistance. Finn is lucky to escape the bounty hunters, but he's
still got a target on his back. Zach and Luke have an attack of conscience and
go after Finn to warn him, but can they find him before the Resistance finds
them?
Available
At Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/finn-and-the-bounty-hunters
STORY
EXCERPT
With a shake
of his honey-gold curls, Finn took a deep breath, psyched himself for the long
night ahead, and stepped out of the taxi. White letters on a dark blue canopy
spelled out the hotel’s name, Central City Suites. A twinge of anxiety
crawled up his spine.
Maybe I
should turn tail and run.
The cab took off with a squeal of tires. Finn turned in
time to see the taillights disappearing in the distance.
Too late to change my mind now.
His heart raced, and
he tamped down his feral instincts. There was no danger here.
I hope.
Treat it
like just another job, last minute to be sure, but nothing to worry about.
Cloaking himself in his badass hooker persona, Finn sauntered up to the door,
hips swaying in skintight leather shorts as if he owned the place. The beefy
doorman looked down his nose, but Finn didn’t care. From the top of his tousled
head to the soles of his leather boots, he knew he looked good.
Evidently,
Brutus didn’t agree. The bearded muscleman blocked the entrance like a goalie
guarding a hockey net. “What’s your business here?”
Fucking
and sucking, asshole.
That was
what he wanted to say, but instead Finn turned on his megawatt smile and batted
his baby blues at the big man. “I’m an invited guest. Apartment 401.” He put
his hands on his hips and tapped a foot impatiently on the cement until the
doorman buzzed the occupants of 401.
Scowling,
Brutus stepped aside. Finn gave him a cocky grin and sashayed past, but inside
he was seething. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen when a guy worked
for a topnotch escort agency like Boyztown. The agency took a percentage of
each appointment they arranged, and alerting the doorman was part of their
service. Finn should have been ushered inside immediately, not made to wait at
the hotel entrance. Somebody had slipped up, and Finn made a mental note to
complain when he called in. He waited for the doorman to get the door, but
Brutus just stood there with his back to Finn. Letting out a low growl, Finn
pushed on the glass and stepped into Wonderland.
Oh. My.
God.
Hit by a
display of in-your-face grandeur, Finn let out an audible gasp. His jaw
dropped, and he stared like Dorothy getting her first look at Oz. For a
small-town boy from Minnesota, the lobby presented an exhibition of
extravagance like nothing he’d ever seen before. With its high, vaulted
ceilings, marble columns, and chandeliers dripping with crystal, the hotel
looked like something from a bygone era. Finn always felt that he’d been born in
the wrong century. He loved glitz and glamour and vintage jewelry, but this was
beyond opulent.
Now I
know what it feels like to be trapped inside a Fabergé egg.
No wonder
the doorman acted the way he did. The man must be used to dignitaries and power
players exiting limos and breezing through the entrance, not small-time
hookers. Entranced, Finn spun and caught a glimpse of Brutus watching him
through the glass doors.
Uh-oh.
Finn turned
away and headed directly for the elevators, his heels clicking smartly on the
marble floor. He pushed the up arrow, and the doors slid open noiselessly. The
elevator moved like a well-oiled machine, but Finn’s stomach lurched anyway. He
felt a bit intimidated, like he was going to service movie stars or
politicians. He reminded himself that his clients were more likely to be
double-dealing traitors.
The metal
doors slid open silently, and Finn stepped out onto plush pile carpeting. He
walked slowly down the hallway, taking it all in. From the flocked wallpaper to
the intricately carved molding to the muted lighting of the sconces, the décor
reinforced his idea of a high-class hotel. He stopped in front of a carved
credenza next to a gilded door marked 401 and checked his hair in the mirror.
What waited behind door 401? Finn took a deep breath and knocked.
Okay,
showtime.
The door
swung open, and Finn looked up, and up, and up, until he finally locked eyes
with Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The breath caught in Finn’s throat at the
sight of all that fine male flesh. Superman personified. Finn really, really
wanted to see him in trunks and tights.
Mmm-hmm.
My hero.
This
Superman was no pretty boy like himself. No, the man in front of him walked a
fine line between handsome and rough that Finn found extremely sexy. Those
angular features combined with a wicked grin and a stubbled jaw made heat coil
low in Finn’s belly. The growing bulge beneath the man’s acid-washed jeans
proved that he was just as interested in Finn’s endowments.
The client
brushed back the tendrils of black hair curling on his forehead. Lust-filled
obsidian eyes raked over Finn’s body. Then the man behind door 401 moved to the
side and waved Finn into the suite.
Happy
Reading!
Gale Stanley
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