When a Lioness Growls
(A Lion’s Pride Novel)
This fiery lioness doesn’t take no for an answer.
A trip to paradise. A mystery to solve. And a seriously uptight dude who doesn’t know how to smile.
Stacey’s been intrigued by Jean Francois since the moment she first saw his granite countenance. Then when she found out he could fly… She never was one to leave her four feet on the ground. While she might act like a princess, adventure is her middle name.
Under orders from her king, she drags poor JF along with her to an exotic location in search of answers. On the way, they find danger—fun—clues to unravel—stupendous—and a fiery lust that even he can’t resist.
But when it comes to getting the man to make a commitment, this fiery-haired lioness is ready to growl. What will it take to make him admit he cares? Handcuffs come to mind.
This mission sucked balls already. Surely he could be doing something better with his time. Anything. Even watching paint dry sounded more fun. But no, Jean Francois was being a good soldier for his boss.
“I need you to deliver something safely.” That was the only instruction the boss gave JF, other than telling him to wait on the airstrip outside town. An airstrip owned by the local lion’s pride. Don’t tell me we’re doing another favor for those mangy felines.
Ever since they’d come to town, the local pride had been a source of annoyance. Who decided it was a good idea to give household pets such a commanding role? And why did his boss, Gaston, feel such a need to cater to this supposed lion king?
Ever since Gaston had hooked up with that feline Reba, the boss had been doing all kinds of things that were out of character, including smiling. A necromancer smiling, and sometimes even laughing. With joy.
Ugh. What was it about love and happiness that took a great man like Gaston and made him weak? Soft. So soft that his boss thought he should send his right-hand man on a stupid mission that involved waiting.
And more waiting, as the appointed time of eight a.m. came and went. If JF were a less patient man, he would have left, but the boss paid for his smartphone data, so he contented himself watching an episode of Breaking Bad on Netflix.
At about half past ten, a sports car, painted a bright cherry red, which, surprisingly enough, didn’t come with a trail of screaming cop cars, screeched to a halt outside the plane. A curvy redhead in an outfit that should never see the light of day—the dress more suited as a shirt, given how much leg it exposed—popped out of the front seat, holding aloft a box.
At last. The package for delivery. About time.
Exiting his car, he took long strides towards her. “I’ll take that.” He held out a hand for the box and couldn’t help but note just how big he was in comparison to the woman, something that didn’t daunt her at all.
The darkness inside him took note of her scent—feline, no surprise, but with a hint of cinnamon spice. The aroma of her wrapped around him and made his mouth water for a bite.
No eating the messenger. Given her red hair, she’d probably be the type to get angry while he ate.
“Aren’t you just a dollface. Thank you.” She beamed as she handed the package to him. His arms dropped at the weight.
“What the hell is in this thing? Rocks? A dead body?” One never knew with his boss, and given the woman belonged to the lion pride, a crazy fucking bunch, for all he knew it contained a bomb.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. All I can say is I need it.”
“Need it for what?” he asked as she skipped toward the outside set of stairs leading up to the open door of the plane.
“We’ll need it for our trip to the tropics.”
We? Surely he misunderstood. “Our?”
“Didn’t Gaston tell you? You’re coming with me.”
She was the package? “There must be a mistake.”
Fly Girl’s Comments:
I last read a When a Lioness Snarls from the Lion’s Pride series and loved it. See my review of that one if you want to see what you are in for. Eve writes with such ease, the story doesn’t end to quick, lack emotion, lack laughter, lack sex; but can always be read quick. She has a knack for giving us our happily ever after in nice concise manner. Her books are always a joy to read whether shifter, suspense, or comedy. One of my favorite series she started this year is the Bad Boy Inc series. It is hot, sexy, and adventureous. I highly recommend her books, so pick one up today. Oh, did I mention some of them are on Audible for your listening pleasure.
Eve, Congratulations on the latest one, and keep ’em coming. We’re always up for a new one.
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New York Times and USA Today Bestseller Eve Langlais is a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance. She likes to blame her twisted imagination for her sarcastic sense of humor which tends to heavily influence her stories. She enjoys writing about strong alpha males, that need the right woman to temper their wild side–and unleash the lover. She loves to write, and while she might not always know what her mind is going to come up with next, she does promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because she believes in a happily ever after.
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