Did you miss Hot Tin
Roof? It’s part of the Extra Cream box set at Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/extra-cream-extra-cream-5-b-2446
The set also includes With Extra Cream,
Cougar by the Tail, and Zader’s Menagerie.
HOT TIN ROOF
Leron Wilder is a jaguar of the Kind Species, big cat shifters infected with vampyre blood. Nothing has gone right for Leron since his best friend, Jag, mated with the owner of the local coffee shop.
Corinne Nelson loves her new home and her new job as a waitress at the Coffee Swirl, and she's really hoping she won't have to move on this time. Life's finally looking up--until the hottest man she's ever met walks into the shop--and licks her hand!
Excerpt:
The lot at the
Coffee Swirl filled up fast. Leron saw Jag’s Lotus right in front. He really
did miss the guy. He couldn’t pop in on him like he used to in the mornings,
not with Barbara there, but he could always catch him at the Swirl.
“Now, the Lotus,
that’s a real car.”
“Jesus Christ,
get the fuck out of my car, Trent. You better pray Jag will take your ass back to
the compound.”
“I’ll ride with
him because you’re in a pissy mood.”
Leron stepped
from the car and slammed the door shut, wincing at the force he used. He
bounded up the steps, taking two at a time. He walked inside and saw Jag’s head
come up immediately in the booth where they usually sat.
“Hey, man. How
you been? Trent, what’s up?” Jag looked happy as hell to see him and that
improved Leron’s mood a little.
“Stopped by to
catch up, check on how you’re doing.”
“He misses you,”
Trent chimed in.
Leron wheeled
around, collared the youngster, and slammed him against the plate glass window.
His temper was on a short fuse today. His claws had begun to emerge when he
heard Barbara’s voice. “Let him go, Leron.”
Shit. He
brushed his hand down the front of Trent’s tee. “Just straightening the kid up
a bit. He’s sloppy.” A hiss whistled past his teeth. “Sorry, Barb.”
“I’ll get you a
coffee, you go talk to Jag. By the way, he misses you too.” She grinned and
went behind the counter. She’d made him happy. Leron had started to feel like a
girly-man pining away for the company of his best friend. It was good to know
his buddy felt the same way.
He flopped into
the seat across from Jag and grinned at the cat.
“Kid getting on
your nerves?”
“He’s
everywhere, always into something. Thinks he’s a badass.”
The door to the
back of the shop opened, and Leron glanced up. His nostrils flared at the
magnificent smell that assailed him. Citrus, which reminded him of oranges.
Long,
honey-colored hair flew in a spray around slender shoulders as the woman spun
with a tray in her hand. He caught his breath and held it. Christ, she was
tall. The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Hazel eyes glanced across the
room and locked with his. A whoosh of air left his mouth on a moan.
“Easy, big guy,”
Jag said, following the direction of his eyes.
“Who is she?”
“Corinne. Cory
Nelson. Things picked up a bit so Barb hired her. She’s new in town and needed
a job.”
“Where’s she
from?”
“I could ask
Barb. Why?”
Leron faced Jag.
“No particular reason.” His heart beat like a drum. Her scent wafted across the
room and teased him. The day had just gotten better. He rolled his head around,
but the muscles remained tight. His fangs tingled. This wasn’t a feeling he
liked. Damn, maybe the guy he fed from that morning did drugs or something.
“Leron, you
okay?”
“I don’t know.
Lately I’ve been a little distracted. That’s all. Want to get together at the
compound tonight? A bunch of us are going to hang out.”
“Sure. I’ve been
meaning to come by anyway. I’ll let Barb know.” The joy that lit Jag’s face was
pathetic. Leron hoped he never got pussy whipped like that.
“Here’s your
black coffee.” It was her. The silken sound of her voice slid right down to his
cock. As she was putting his cup on the table, he tried to touch her hand. She
pulled away and the hot liquid sloshed over the side and burned her hand. The
cup rattled in the saucer and tilted over. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.”
Leron spoke
quickly. “It was my fault. Are you okay? Let me look.” An angry red blister had
already formed on the back of her hand. His cat instincts took over and he
brought her hand to his mouth and began to lick the red welt. His tongue lapped
at her like she was today’s special. He had lost his mind and didn’t know where
the fuck to find it.
Her body
trembled and she tried to pull her hand back. “Mister…”
“Let her go.”
Jag’s tone was
soft and non-threatening, but Leron saw red. Best friend be damned. He had no
right to tell Leron he couldn’t touch her. Suddenly, some sense came back to
him. “Cory, right? I’m sorry… I…” He never got to finish. She left so fast, his
head spun. He watched her tight ass move away down the aisle. Son of a bitch!
Confusion rained
down on him. His heart beat out of control, his lungs were full of her scent,
and his dick was ready to explode. The taste on his tongue was divine. He heard
Jag’s laugh from a million miles away. “What?” The sound of the swinging door
to the back drew his attention. Barb stormed their way. Hell.
Jag said, “You’re
in for it now.”
She stopped at
the table, and her brow quirked up. He looked down at the spilled mess still
there. “Look, you can’t come in here and lick my employees. Keep that catty
stuff outside. And you,” she wheeled around to Jag, “are no better. Why didn’t
you stop him?”
“For the same
reason he couldn’t stop me when I wanted you.”
Leron’s head
snapped up, and he looked from one to the other with his jaw hung open.
Sometimes their blood bond was a pain in the ass. “No way, dude. No. Fucking. Way.”
“Way, very much
way. You just licked your mate’s hand.” Jag laughed again and Barb joined him.
"Aww,
Jesus Christ!"
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the
beast out. – J. Hali Steele
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