Book 3 - Blood-Hound
Giant snakes, hell-hounds, intergalactic police -- when can sexy shifters find time for love?
The brothers have their hands full trying to keep their boss at Bailey Bonds safe from the alien who wants to replace him on Earth. To make things worse, the same alien appears to have something to do with the infiltration of the Intergalactic Police and the deaths of many of Falen's friends and fellow officers. As things unfold, the Blood brothers and their lovers quickly find themselves muzzle deep in lethal aliens, and it will take every skill they have to keep Bailey alive and dig out the truth of what's going on.
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“Seriously?” Matt shook his head in
wonder.
Bailey didn’t bother to respond. He
just sighed again, his long, disgusting tongue testing the air in front of his
half visible snout.
Matt looked at Rum. “Can you do
anything about this?”
The fairy knelt down in front of the
pipe and looked at Bailey. “Why don’t you just shift back?”
“I tried. I’m too upssssset.”
Falen and Cliff shared a look before
Falen asked, “Is it because of your…” he glanced at Littlejohn and Petra.
“…problem?”
“Yesssss.”
Petra frowned. “Look, guys, whatever
this is you need to tell us. We’ll help you protect him if we can.”
Rum stood up, wiping his hands on
the thighs of his faded jeans. “She’s right. If what you told us is true, these
guys have infiltrated the marshal’s office. There’s no reason to think they
haven’t gotten to the police too.”
Littlejohn’s eyes widened. “Now I’m
sure you need to tell us. Spill it, Bloods.”
Matt sighed. “I agree you need to
know, but first things first. We need to get the stupid snake out of the pipe.”
“Hey, that’sssss not niccccce. The
ssssstupid sssssnake can hear you.”
“He just needs to shift back,” Falen
offered helpfully.
“He can’t shift when he’s stressed,”
Matt responded. He grinned. “Who wants to give him a soothing massage?”
Amazingly, there were no takers.
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