DINNER AT FOXY’S
LAW AND SUPERNATURAL ORDER BOOK 3
COVER DESIGN: AJ Corza
COVER PHOTO: Stock Photo
Fox shifter Luke runs Foxy’s Chicken Shack, known for the best and spiciest chicken in town. For months he’s had his eye on Silas, a young cop who patrols the area around his restaurant. When Silas arrives to question Luke about his cousins’ criminal activities, things blow up, literally, and Silas is injured. Luke will do whatever it takes to see his cousins brought to justice. He might not survive his crazy plan, but if he does… Could there be a chance at love for this fox shifter and his cop?
“I can get a doctor to come here and take another look at you.”
“How? No one makes house calls for poor-ass cops.”
“My friend would. She’s a shifter, but—”
“I don’t have anything against shifters. Jason, Wolf, and Natalie are some of the best people I know, and you don’t seem so bad either.”
That shy smile is going to do me in. I give him my best foxy grin in return. “Don’t let that get around.”
He tries to stand. I grab his arm, but he pulls away. “I need to go take a piss.”
“At least let me help you walk to the bathroom.”
“Okay.” His voice quavers, and I know right then that I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him. I don’t care that he’s a cop or that he might have to interrogate me officially. I have no intention of acting within the law when it comes to dealing with my family. Not that I actually think of them as family now. I’ve made my own family—most of them work at the restaurant, a few of them are friends from business classes, and now there’s Silas.
Wait. What the fuck am I saying? Relationships can’t happen this fast, not even friendship. And yet…
Silas shivers, and I realize how cold he feels, even for a human. I hold him up and help him cross the small apartment. “Let me call my friend Lucy.”
“The shifter doc?”
We make it to the bathroom before he says, “Okay.”
“Really?” I’d expected more protest.
“I’m probably crazy, but I trust you.”
He turns and looks at me, and my heart skitters like I’m a kit with his first crush.
“I wish you had,” he says, his voice low, breathy.
“Siiiilas.” I groan.
“I’m sorry, but—”
“I almost did.” I’m so going to regret this.
He smiles. “Yeah?”
“I want to say I stopped because you were hurt and only half conscious, but that wasn’t it. Beth, my manager, walked in and caught us.”
He leans against the bathroom doorframe and looks up at me, lips parted, eyes dark.
No. No. No. I can’t kiss a man when he’s under the influence of pain meds and a concussion. Or can I? Oh, fuck.
I brush his lips with mine. A barely there kiss.
He gasps. That small intake of breath is so fucking erotic. I can’t resist having more.
He reaches up and cups the back of my head, pulling me to him, and my attempt at following some gentlemanly code that’s already foreign to me vanishes.
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.
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