Melly crouched on the roof, wearing her dark spandex uniform, a bodysuit the biatches had designed for stealthy missions at night. No longer did they entertain themselves with bar fights and chicken races on the highway. They had actual jobs now, working for the Internal Revenue Service.
Not that the IRS was aware that they’d officially hired the Baddest Biatches. With Theo having cracked Marney’s weapons ring, he got a promotion, which was when Arik got the bright idea of having Theo as their inside liaison to keep them safe.
What better way to keep Theo moving up in the ranks than to ensure he kept cracking the hardest cases? With a little pride help, he found the biggest cheaters on taxes. Busting them only increased his reputation, and given the biatches only went after crooks, no one noticed the bits skimmed off the top to fund some of their pricier purchases.
Which her number-loving husband liked to question. “Why do we need another flamethrower?”
“What if the first one breaks?”
“Let me guess, the helicopter you put the deposit on is for parachuting missions.”
“Nah, that’s for pure fun.”
Funny how he didn’t argue when she bought him an authentic Vader costume from the original movie set.
Life was good for this lioness, especially since she could be herself with her partner, best friend, and lover.
Rawr.
Author’s Note: So, I know this book took a while to come out, mostly because I like to wait until stories talk to me. But the funny thing was, when I began writing it, I got an idea for two more Lion’s Pride stories.
How do these sound?
Somewhere in the world…
The glass door shattered, but Dean didn’t pause as he took a sip of the amber whiskey he’d just poured.
A figure swung into the room, arriving by a rope that they snapped loose as they landed on their feet. The slight figure didn’t hold any weapon, and a dark hood hid their features.
But he didn’t need to see to know.
“Hello, Natasha. Long time, no see.”
“Don’t you mean since our wedding night?” She swung her hips as she stalked toward him.
Less wedding, more drunken hoax. “What’s it been, five years, six?” He could have quoted the exact time down to the minute had he wished. As if he’d give her that kind of power.
“Too long and overdue. I’m here to ask for a divorce.”
He arched a brow. “Is this where I say I believe the vow was until death do you part?”
“If you insist.”
Coming when you least expect it, When a Tigon Weds.
And for the next teaser…
The pinprick in his arm was like the smallest of stings. There and gone, not even worth his attention.
But perhaps Lawrence should have minded it because his senses clouded, his vision filmed over, and when next he regained consciousness, it was to find himself in a strange cabin in bed with a woman.
A human and—judging by the scent on her and the marks at her neck—his mate.
Lawrence’s story is coming soon in When a Liger Mates.
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