Thursday, November 29, 2012

Finn and the Bounty Hunters by Gale Stanley

Finn and the Bounty Hunters (MMM)
Urban Affairs 5

AVAILABLE: Saturday, December 8th
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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?

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.
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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