JUSTICE FOR VIOLET – RETRIBUTION, 1
BLURB:
There's a war being fought on the streets
of Chicago between an organized crime syndicate and a feline shifter pride
resolute to stop them. Mason and Jacob Williams are Leopard shifters in the
Black Ridge pride, fighting to protect the city they call home and avenge the
loss of two of their own.
The shifters are sent to look for a woman
their Alpha believes can help them. Thinking she’s in danger, they rush in to
rescue her only to discover that Violet Riccitelli is not a woman in need of
any assistance. While she’s kicking the ass of three potential attackers, they
recognize her as their mate, the one they must protect above all else.
Violet is known to the people of Chicago as
someone they can rely on to help when things get bad. But Violet sees herself
as a woman out for justice against the man who took everything from her twelve
years ago.
Can Mason and Jacob convince their mate
that a future with them is worth risking everything, or will Violet’s need to
see justice served end their chance before it’s begun?
**erotic romance, Paranormal, MFM,
anal sex
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TEASER:
“Come on, Mason,” Jacob wheedled.
“We are heading in the right damn direction. I just want you to scent the air,
and tell me if you can catch the scent that is driving my leopard crazy.”
Mason pushed away the anger that
came with his train of thought and growled at his brother as they rounded the
corner, and they were only a few feet from the entrance to the alleyway they
had been directed to. “Jacob, I promise, as soon as we save this woman, I’ll
inhale so deep my goddamn nose will bleed, but right now I need you on the same
fucking page so that we can find this woman. The informant said she was calling
out for help. We need to get to her and take care of the three assholes that
are stalking her!”
The two of them stepped quickly into
the alley and slammed to a stop. The scene that met them was so unexpected he
blinked slowly a couple of times to check that what he was seeing was in fact
real. A tall curvy female with long curly red hair was putting a beating on two
men, who were both swearing and cursing at her, while she swung two lethal
looking fighting batons with unerring accuracy.
The two men were wielding knives and
threatening the woman with each step. If anything she seemed to be amused by
their threats, and if Mason wasn’t mistaken, she was enjoying the hell out of
the fight. Mason stepped forward when he saw the two bastards strike out at the
same time, and one of them managed to connect with her upper arm. The woman
frowned, and looked down at the leather that Mason could see was now wet with
her blood.
“You son of a bitch,” the woman
muttered. “I fucking hate sewing. So now, despite all the fun I am having, I’m
going to have to end our little dance so I can go take care of it. Which is a
shame because I was just starting to think we might have something building
between us.” The woman then started moving with lethal intent, and Mason
admired the skill and speed with which she moved. She—
“Mate,” Jacob suddenly growled, his
eyes glowing amber as his leopard drew closer to the surface.
Mason frowned as he tilted his head
into the air, inhaled then almost dropped to the ground. Beneath the usual
stench of an inner city alley that some obviously mistook as a public restroom,
the alluring scent of cinnamon and honey hit him right in the chest. His entire
body hummed with recognition of the woman the fates had deemed theirs, and he
had to hold himself in check to avoid losing his shit and allowing his leopard
to leap out into the open.
Once he had his equilibrium back and
the shock and wonder of finding what few of their kind ever did eased, he saw
their mate land a killing blow to the temple of the last man standing. His
leopard growled in pleasure as they watched him drop to the ground like a
proverbial rock. He didn’t get back up.
The woman moved with fluid grace to
face them, her body crouched in a fighting stance that told him their mate was
well trained, batons at the ready, one above her head and one pointing in their
direction. She looked up at him and Jacob, and Mason’s blood heated. She was
stunning. She had a figure that a man could get lost in for hours and still not
get enough of. Her lips were full, and her unusual almond shaped eyes were such
a dark blue in color they were almost purple. If this was the woman Kieran sent
them to find, then Mason was pretty sure he wouldn’t be letting her go any time
soon.
“Are you two friends with these
assholes?” She pointed at the men at her feet. “If so, give me one minute and
I’ll be sure to reunite you with them.”
Jacob stepped forward, holding his
hands out in a non-threatening manner. “No, ma’am, we would never be friends
with the likes of those two.”
The woman indicated to the side with
a quick flick of her head. “Three. I tossed one of them in that dumpster for
calling me the ‘c’ word. I can live with many insults, but that one really gets
my blood boiling.” She relaxed out of the fighting stance she had been standing
in, twirled the batons in the palms of her hands in an impressive show of
expertise before she slid them into some kind of holster behind her. “Well,
there is nothing left to see here. If you two aren’t with these corpses, then
my job here is done.” She lifted her left foot and wiped her boot on the last
man she’d dropped, then repeated the move with her other foot.
“Nice boots,” Mason said with a
grin, completely taken with the kickass woman in front of him. The fact that
their mate grinned back and flicked him an air kiss in response told him that
the Fates had definitely chosen well. Any woman destined to be mated to two
feline shifters had to be strong, but one that was mated to protectors for
their people, she needed to be able to kick ass and hold her own.
© MAIA DYLAN,
EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING, 2016
Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in
beautiful New Zealand. She married her
best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously
take after their father.
Maia’s career has featured a lot of
travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books,
books and more books. Her love of erotic
paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of
ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years
ago.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to
eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb
garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even
sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one
day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear
of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to
be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is
quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.
As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love
her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her
dreams no matter what!
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