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
I’m Luke, and I’m a fox. Okay, I’m a
fox shifter, but I’m also hot, a smooth-talker, and I give one wild
ride. I run a restaurant in Atlanta. We sell the best damn fried chicken you’ve
ever eaten. That’s right. I’m a bona fide fox in the henhouse. Our chicken
comes in spicy, spicier, and fuck-me-I’m-on-fire.
The dinner shift is crazy as fuck
tonight even though my best people are in the kitchen. I don’t know who decided
to send me all the large parties, prize-winners for most finicky order, and
downright bitchy-as-fuck complainers, but they are all out in force tonight.
I’m about to take a break. I need a
whiskey, but a large sweet tea will have to do since I’m working.
The door chimes as it swings open, and
I glance up, expecting another party of nine, half of them gluten-free
vegans—at a fucking chicken shack—but, no… Fuck me. It’s that gorgeous blond
twink in a cop’s uniform, the one who’s become a regular. His baby face makes
him look like he’s playing dress-up. I want to run my hands—and my tongue—over
every inch of his smooth, pale skin. He glances my way, and his eyes widen for
just a second. Then his tongue slides out to moisten his lips.
Maybe this night is about to improve.
Officer Blond and Surely-Not-As-Young-As-He-Looks moves my way. Oh yes. Come to
Daddy.
I thought you didn’t do cops.
Sometimes I hate my fucking conscience.
Nothing but trouble there.
I’m not like the rest of my family. I
don’t run guns or steal cars. I don’t hurt people or use them. But some of my
business interests aren’t exactly what you’d call legal. Hell, the simple fact
that I’m a fox shifter makes me suspicious to most people. However, this is one
officer of the law I wouldn’t mind having a close acquaintance with.
The hottie in blue reaches the counter.
“What can I do for you, Officer?” I ask.
His cheeks pinken adorably, but he
holds eye contact. “You’re the owner, right? Luke Redtail.”
“That’s me.” I wink, and he glances
away. This is going to be fun.
“I’m Officer Bixby, and I need to ask
you some questions in connection with an investigation. Is there somewhere
private we could go?”
My bed. It’s right upstairs.
“I’ve got an office in the back. Let me get someone to run the register.”
As I turn toward the kitchen I see my
uncle standing in the small side parking lot. My uncle who’s supposed to be
dead. What is he doing here? “Oh fuck!”
As he throws the object in his hand, I
scream, “Get down! Now!” I grab my cop and haul him over the counter. Thank God
for shifter strength. I wrap myself around him, but in the shock of the blast,
we hit the floor.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.
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