Two To Go: Bayou Heat (Pantera Security League Book 2) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright
Authors: Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright
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“What else could it be?”
The Healer shook her head. “I truly don’t know. We’ve had many humans who’ve been given our blood, but this is different. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“No,” she swiftly replied. “Whatever it is, it’s dormant. There’s no activity to it.”
Raphael wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “And what if it stops being dormant?”
The Healer lifted her chin and fixed him with a grave stare. “Just make sure none of these assets sets foot in the Wildlands.”
As Raphael stood there, warm sunshine above, a shiver of deadly premonition inched down his spine. What the hell were they in for now?
Coming soon the next book in the Pantera Security League series, THREE TO GET READY. Click here for more information .
Enjoy a Sneak Peak of Alexandra's Ivy's newest suspense novel, KILL WITHOUT SHAME (Release Date: December 27)
KILL WITHOUT SHAME
(ARES SECURITY)
BY ALEXANDRA IVY
CHAPTER ONE
The Saloon was the sort of bar that catered to the locals in the quiet Houston neighborhood.
It was small, with lots of wood and polished brass. Overhead there was an open beam ceiling, with muted lights that provided a cozy atmosphere, and on the weekends they invited a jazz band to play quietly on the narrow stage.
Lucas spent most Friday evenings at the table tucked in a back corner. It was unofficially reserved for the five men who ran ARES Security.
The men liked the peaceful ambiance, the communal agreement that everyone should mind their own business, and the fact that the table was situated so no one could sneak up from behind.
Trained soldiers didn’t want surprises.
At the moment, the bar was nearly empty. Not only was it a gray, wet Wednesday evening, but it was the first week of December. That meant Christmas madness was in full swing.
Perfectly normal people were now in crazy-mode as they scurried from store to store, battling one another for the latest, have-to-have gift. It was like Thunderdome without Tina Turner.
Currently Lucas and Teagan shared the bar with a young couple seated near the bay window at the front of the bar. Those two were oblivious to everything but each other. And closer to the empty stage was a table of college girls. Already at the giggly stage of drunk, they were all blatantly checking him out. At least when they weren’t gawking at Teagan.
No biggie.
Both men were accustomed to female attention.
Teagan was a large, heavily muscled man with dark caramel skin, and golden eyes that he’d inherited from his Polynesian mother. He kept his hair shaved close to his skull, and as usual was dressed in a pair of camo pants and shit-kickers. He had an aggressive vibe that was only emphasized by the tight T-shirt that left his arms bare to reveal the numerous tattoos.
Lucas St. Clair, on the other hand, was wearing a thousand-dollar suit that was tailored to perfectly fit his lean body. His glossy black hair was smoothed away from his chiseled face that he’d been told could easily grace the covers of fashion magazines. As if he gave a shit.
His eyes were so dark they looked black. It wasn’t until he was in the sunlight that it became obvious they were a deep, indigo blue.
Most assumed he was the less dangerous of the two men.
They’d be wrong.
But while the girls became increasingly more obvious in their attempts to attract their attention, neither man glanced in their direction.
Teagan because he already had a flock of women who included supermodels and two famous actresses.
And Lucas because… He grimaced.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure why. He only knew that his interest in women hadn’t been the same since he’d crawled out of that hellhole in Afghanistan. Not unless he counted the hours he spent brooding on one woman in particular.
The one who got away.
Lucas gave a sharp shake of his head, reaching for his shot of tequila. It slid down his throat like liquid
The Healer shook her head. “I truly don’t know. We’ve had many humans who’ve been given our blood, but this is different. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“No,” she swiftly replied. “Whatever it is, it’s dormant. There’s no activity to it.”
Raphael wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “And what if it stops being dormant?”
The Healer lifted her chin and fixed him with a grave stare. “Just make sure none of these assets sets foot in the Wildlands.”
As Raphael stood there, warm sunshine above, a shiver of deadly premonition inched down his spine. What the hell were they in for now?
Coming soon the next book in the Pantera Security League series, THREE TO GET READY. Click here for more information .
Enjoy a Sneak Peak of Alexandra's Ivy's newest suspense novel, KILL WITHOUT SHAME (Release Date: December 27)
KILL WITHOUT SHAME
(ARES SECURITY)
BY ALEXANDRA IVY
CHAPTER ONE
The Saloon was the sort of bar that catered to the locals in the quiet Houston neighborhood.
It was small, with lots of wood and polished brass. Overhead there was an open beam ceiling, with muted lights that provided a cozy atmosphere, and on the weekends they invited a jazz band to play quietly on the narrow stage.
Lucas spent most Friday evenings at the table tucked in a back corner. It was unofficially reserved for the five men who ran ARES Security.
The men liked the peaceful ambiance, the communal agreement that everyone should mind their own business, and the fact that the table was situated so no one could sneak up from behind.
Trained soldiers didn’t want surprises.
At the moment, the bar was nearly empty. Not only was it a gray, wet Wednesday evening, but it was the first week of December. That meant Christmas madness was in full swing.
Perfectly normal people were now in crazy-mode as they scurried from store to store, battling one another for the latest, have-to-have gift. It was like Thunderdome without Tina Turner.
Currently Lucas and Teagan shared the bar with a young couple seated near the bay window at the front of the bar. Those two were oblivious to everything but each other. And closer to the empty stage was a table of college girls. Already at the giggly stage of drunk, they were all blatantly checking him out. At least when they weren’t gawking at Teagan.
No biggie.
Both men were accustomed to female attention.
Teagan was a large, heavily muscled man with dark caramel skin, and golden eyes that he’d inherited from his Polynesian mother. He kept his hair shaved close to his skull, and as usual was dressed in a pair of camo pants and shit-kickers. He had an aggressive vibe that was only emphasized by the tight T-shirt that left his arms bare to reveal the numerous tattoos.
Lucas St. Clair, on the other hand, was wearing a thousand-dollar suit that was tailored to perfectly fit his lean body. His glossy black hair was smoothed away from his chiseled face that he’d been told could easily grace the covers of fashion magazines. As if he gave a shit.
His eyes were so dark they looked black. It wasn’t until he was in the sunlight that it became obvious they were a deep, indigo blue.
Most assumed he was the less dangerous of the two men.
They’d be wrong.
But while the girls became increasingly more obvious in their attempts to attract their attention, neither man glanced in their direction.
Teagan because he already had a flock of women who included supermodels and two famous actresses.
And Lucas because… He grimaced.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure why. He only knew that his interest in women hadn’t been the same since he’d crawled out of that hellhole in Afghanistan. Not unless he counted the hours he spent brooding on one woman in particular.
The one who got away.
Lucas gave a sharp shake of his head, reaching for his shot of tequila. It slid down his throat like liquid
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