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Synopsis:
There are two certainties in life soul collector and hellhound
Jericho Stryker knows too well—Death never takes a holiday, and women are
typically more trouble than they’re worth. That goes double for his personal
nemesis and regular pain in his backside, Lola McKenna. Sure, the luscious
little hellcat gets his blood boiling in more ways than one, but some scratches
are best left un-itched. That determination is strained to the max when a
botched soul acquisition job lands him on the same case as Lola.
Fetching a stubborn soul from a haunted bordello should be a piece
of cake. Unfortunately for Lola, she has to deal with Jericho horning in on her
bounty. Attempting to keep her cool and her wits around her sinfully sexy
adversary? Easier said than done. Especially when she finds herself locked
overnight with Jericho. Not strangling him before sunrise? A faint possibility.
Ignoring the lusty, depraved sexual fantasies he awakens in her? A snowball’s
chance in hell of happening. But worse of all is the very real possibility that
he could steal the one thing she most fears losing to him—her heart.
Excerpt:
Jericho gave the ceiling one last baleful glare before shifting
his focus to Lola. She was staring straight ahead, her succulent, glossy lips
parted in awe. Frowning, he followed her gaze. And blinked.
The sofa and subdued antique furnishings of Dahlia’s apartment had
vanished. In fact, he wasn’t even certain they were in her suite anymore. Across from them stood an enormous canopy
bed. In addition to the sinful depictions of erotic sex acts carved into the
bed posts there were velvet ropes that he suspected had nothing to do with
tying back the curtains. The nearby night table held an intriguing assortment
of bottled oils, dildos, and a feather tickler. He panned his attention back to
Lola and noticed she was also gaping at the accoutrements. Her cheeks adopting
a pretty rosy-pink hue, she peeked at him before quickly looking away.
He stalked to the bed and poked at the lace spread covering it.
“Where in the damn hell are we?”
“My guess—one of the bordello rooms.”
Yeah, he suspected as much too. Still didn’t explain how they got
there. Okay, maybe he didn’t know precisely how, but he sure as shit knew who was responsible for the change of
scenery. “I’m going to wring that fucking ghost’s neck.”
He waited for Lola to add her agreement to that plan. When she
remained mute he turned his head to see why she was giving him the silent
treatment. He nearly swallowed his tongue at the vision greeting him.
She stood stock still in front of him, gaping down at the
eye-popping carnal red corset and garter set adorning her mouthwatering body.
A strangled sound attempted to make its way from his throat but
croaked out as a “Gah” instead.
Lola’s head jerked up and she stared at him. “I have no idea how
she did this.”
That made two of them. Though truthfully, he was feeling
infinitely more charitable toward Dahlia than he had a moment ago. “That color
looks good on you.”
She double blinked. “What?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m just sayin’, she picked
the right outfit for you.”
Lola’s mouth twitched. “I guess she would know. Being an expert
and all. I wonder why she didn’t do anything with your clothes though?”
“I’m a guy.”
“So? A nice pair of leather assless chaps would fit right in
here.” She waved to their erotic surroundings.
He grimaced. “Don’t say that out loud.”
She chuckled. “Worried Dahlia might overhear?”
“Hell yes.”
Lola pivoted and sashayed toward the door. His eyes nearly fell out
of their sockets as he took in the seductive jiggle of her heart-shaped ass.
Day-um, mama had back and then some. His hound salivating, Jericho imagined
massaging those gorgeous globes while he rode her from behind. Cock thickening
in his briefs, he wiped the drool from his chin.
Lola tried the door again before sighing in defeat. “I don’t think
we have any option but to teleport.”
He arched his brows. “You’re going to go ghosthunting in that
getup?”
“Trust me, not my first choice,” she replied wryly.
He certainly wasn’t against the idea of getting to see her prance
around in her wicked skimpies, but he didn’t want to subject her to any
embarrassment or a chill. Plus there was the small fact that he’d be a walking
boner advertisement every time he looked at her. He shrugged out of his jacket
and handed it to her. She accepted the garment with obvious surprise and a
dazzling smile.
He had a moment to mourn the lost view of her knockout tits before
she tugged the jacket in place and grabbed his hand, twining her fingers with
his. Recalling the unsteadying turbulence she’d experienced on their last
flight, he wrapped an arm around her waist. His hand ghosted to the small of
her back, tucking her closer to him. His fingers rested in the dip of her
tailbone, barely brushing the top of her bikini bottoms. Sticky sweat rolled
down his back. They stared at each other, their ragged breaths mingling.
Several seconds ticked by. She licked her lips and he tracked the motion with
rapt interest.
She swallowed hard. “Nothing’s happening.”
Not entirely true. Something was definitely happening behind the
fly of his jeans, and his hound was whining to be let out to play as a result.
“I-I think she somehow disabled our teleport links.”
He nodded. “Told ya ghosts are nothing but pains-in-the-asses.”
“We need to find another way out of here.”
He nodded again. “Fuck yeah we do.”
“That portal isn’t going to close itself.”
“Nope.” He shivered a little bit when Lola curled her arm around
his neck and sifted her fingers through his hair.
She bit her lip. “We should—”
“Fuck.” He spit out the word, both as a curse and a desperate
suggestion, right before he crushed her mouth under his.
My Review: 4 stars
This was a good story. I was taken in almost immediately by the characters and then the story line just hooked me. I love reading paranormal books, and this is the first in a while. I loved Jericho's snarkiness and the way that Lola gave it right back without missing a beat. They were made for each other. In more ways than one. They made great partners in and out of bed. I need more from this author. Jodi writes very well, and her characters, even the minor ones make an impression. The only thing I didn't like about this book was that it was too short - I definitely wanted more.
Author Bio:
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford
penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her
drawing skills haven't improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went
away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural
creatures, only with considerably more heat.
She has won numerous contests, including
The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.
When not writing or working the day job,
she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.
Author links:
Website http://jodiredford.com/
Group Blog http://www.lustwithalaugh.com
Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Redford/e/B002YUEZ0U
Facebook profile https://www.facebook.com/jodi.redford.3
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jodiredford
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