DINNER
AT FOXY’S
LAW
AND SUPERNATURAL ORDER BOOK 3
SILVIA
VIOLET
M/M
ROMANCE
07.18.16
COVER
DESIGN: AJ Corza
COVER
PHOTO: Stock Photo
BLURB
Fox
shifter Luke runs Foxy’s Chicken Shack, known for the best and spiciest chicken
in town. For months he’s had his eye on Silas, a young cop who patrols the area
around his restaurant. When Silas arrives to question Luke about his cousins’
criminal activities, things blow up, literally, and Silas is injured. Luke will
do whatever it takes to see his cousins brought to justice. He might not
survive his crazy plan, but if he does… Could there be a chance at love for
this fox shifter and his cop?
EXCERPT
Based on Jason’s rather lascivious
description, the man standing at the counter taking orders is Foxy himself,
otherwise known as Luke. He’s every bit as hot as Jason promised. Did I mention
I like men? I’m a gay, shifter-loving cop, soooo not what my mama wanted. She
still talks to me, though; at least there’s that.
Luke gives me a blatant once-over, one
that makes my cock twitch in anticipation. Jason warned me Luke’s an outrageous
flirt; he’s also a big, barrel-chested man with red hair and arms I want to run
my tongue over. He oozes dominance and wicked know-how, which pushes just about
every button I have. I hold back a sigh as I indulge in a bit of staring
myself.
“What can I do for you?” Luke asks in a
low voice with an accent that marks him as Georgia born and bred.
Oh, the things I’d like him to do to
me. If only I had the nerve to tell him. I glance at the menu posted above his
head.
“Um…I’d like…” I almost blurt out
chicken as if that tells him anything.
“White meat or dark?” he asks, still
using that sexy drawl that is fucking with my ability to think.
“Legs.” The word comes out too loud,
and heat fills my face. I must look like a fucking idiot. “The…um…leg plate.
With slaw and fries.”
“What level of spice?” he asks and
points to a chart next to him.
“Um…” I choose from the middle range of
the list. “I’ll try the Eff You Up sauce.” Does it really have to be named
that?
Luke grins. “You got it.” The
implication that I could have a lot more than food if I were interested hangs
between us. But I’m not. Interested, that is. Well, I am. But, you see, I’m
cursed. Other men have no problem with casual sex, but I want a relationship.
That shouldn’t be so hard, right? Problem is I want a relationship with someone
who isn’t an asshole or a cheater or who thinks my wanting to be dominated in
bed means I like to be ordered around when we aren’t fucking.
Then there’s the fact that I’m a cop,
not something Luke could’ve missed since I’m in uniform. While he’s never been
arrested, rumor has it he’s not averse to supplementing Foxy’s income through
illegal gambling or brokering deals for petty criminals. His cousins run a
crime ring specializing in weapons and stolen cars. They’re everything humans
fear about shifters—strong, powerful, and utterly unconcerned with anyone’s
welfare but their own.
A waitress delivers my food and gives
me a shy, interested smile. Things would be a lot easier for me if she were
what I wanted rather than her boss. But I gave up on trying to be someone else
when I gave up on law school.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Let me know if
you need anything else,” she says and then heads back behind the counter.
The food smells delicious; the peppery
flavor is already making my nose tingle. I love my food scorching hot, so
normally I can take the hottest a restaurant has to offer, but Wolf warned me
that even Foxy’s mild sauce could leave your lips burning for hours. I would’ve
assumed Wolf’s recommendation was a case of a big tough werewolf thinking the
poor little human couldn’t take the heat, but apparently he wouldn’t even try
the Stab You in the Gut sauce—the second hottest on Foxy’s scale—on a dare.
Here goes. I take a bite, and wow! My
eyes are watering, but the flavor is so fucking good. Bite number two solidifies
the decision. This is not only the best chicken; it’s the best fucking meal in
town.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance
in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and
historical.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.
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