Larynn Ford, my fellow Southern Magic chapter mate and Soul sister (from Soul Mate Publishing) has a new paranormal romance out. It’s paranormal/romantic suspense, and can I just say Werecougars are my new favorite were animal?
Rescued is available on Amazon
Fiercely independent and determined to be taken seriously in a man’s world, PI Rose Baxter will do whatever it takes to find the kids who are disappearing from the streets and bring them home safe, even teaming up with PI Marty Brown, a man hot enough to burn whatever part of her gets too close – her fingers, her sheets, her life, and her other nature’s whiskers.
But her other nature knows whiskers grow back and will accept nothing less than this man as her mate for life, a plan Marty’s all in on. Sparks fly when she refuses to be the little woman. Besides, those kids need her and their time’s running out. But, thrown together 24/7 can she fight it?
She sensed eyes roaming over her back. Breathing, slow and even from the person watching her hummed in her ears. She searched the area again. Where were her handgun and smaller piece she kept in her ankle holster? Nowhere within reach. She’d have to rely on her own strength to fight her way out of this one. No problem, she had strength to spare. Once again, she didn’t sense any strong, dangerous emotion from the person who watched her so intently. Okay, time to find out what I’m up against.
She slowly rolled over to face her companion. What the hell? She now found herself face to face with the asshole from last night. Propped on one elbow, he sported a sly smile. “Mornin’, little lady.”
“You?” Her voice squeaked. “Again with the little lady? I thought I made myself perfectly clear last night. I am not little and I can kick your ass with one hand. Now, how about you tell me how I got here and . . .” She lifted the covers and stared down at breasts that matched every other body part she possessed— bare. She clutched the sheet under her chin and squeezed her eyes shut as she moaned. “Oh no…did we…?”
How the hell did I end up in his bed? She didn’t even remember speaking to him again before she left the bar.
“Don’t beat yourself up. Would it be so bad if we did?” He raised a brow in question.
She couldn’t admit her answer was no. Okay, not just no, hell no, but it would be nice to remember what it was like. She already decided kissing those lips would be electrifying. Her eyes strayed over the smooth bare chest and biceps bunched on his upper arm along with the width of his shoulders. Yep, he could hold his own . . . in bed or wherever.