Title: Fox Hounds
Author: Lia Connor
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Renee’ George
Release Date: March 15, 2024
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male/Male/Female
Length: 45 pages
Genre: Action Adventure, New Releases, Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Romance, Romantic Comedy
Themes: 20th Century, Big Beautiful Women, Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Multicultural & Interracial, Multiple Partners, Reverse Harem, Second Edition, Shapeshifters
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Synopsis
Foxy Lady…
Reyna’s a skilled thief and the lightest-fingered pickpocket around. Several professionals would love to have her on their side, if only to be able to keep an eye on her. What they don’t know is that Reyna’s nickname isn’t just fantasy — she’s a shapeshifting fox and as clever and wily as they come. No one can catch her if she doesn’t want to be caught, and so far no one’s come close to winning her over.
Not, that is, until the hounds pick up her trail. Jonas, Si and Boone, lovers as well as skilled tricksters, have the Fox’s scent and they intend to woo her, outsmart her and win her to their team. As hounds in name as well as in shapeshifting nature, they know they’re just as good at getting the job done as Reyna is. All they have to do is catch this thief and get her not only on their side, but in their shared bed.
And they won’t give up until they get the job done.
Fox Hounds
Second Edition
Lia Connor
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Copyright ©2024 Lia Connor
Jonas ambled past tables and around dancers, noting an unguarded purse here and a discarded leather jacket there. He watched Si and Boone from the corner of his eye, one at a time, pretending all he cared about was checking out a pretty lady or scanning the list of specialty drinks chalked on a board by the bar.
On his way past a card game a child could tell was rigged, Si slid an ace out of his sleeve and into the collar of the worst cheat. As soon as that poor bastard turned his head, the ace would come fluttering down. In the ensuing chaos, they’d likely leave the pot unguarded and Si’s light fingers would make fast work of it.
Boone took the more direct approach. Using his height and solid bulk as his arsenal, he accidentally-on-purpose bumped into a blustering type with a health-club tan and Armani loafers. Jonas couldn’t hear the names the dick called Boone over the racket of the thumping techno beat, but he did get a fine look at Boone apologizing bashfully and sincerely while sneaking the man’s wallet out of his pocket.
Jonas rubbed his mouth to conceal his smile. He did love his bad dogs. Great thieves all, and as attuned to him as he was to them. When he spotted the Fox, he knew that, seconds later, they did too.
And what a sight to behold she was! Jonas recognized her from the one picture he’d spent half a fortune on, gambling on earning his money back once they had her in his gang of thieves. He did have to say the tiny, low-resolution still off a security camera didn’t do Fox the least bit of justice. Seeing her in person gave him a good idea of how she’d managed to bilk hundreds of thousands of dollars, if not more, out of those who were both rich and stupid.
Who could say no to a body a man could happily lose himself in — full and supple, with the flare of her hips and the implied promise of carnal delights between legs that’d wrap perfectly around a man’s waist and squeeze him until he went pop? The wiliest of smiles curved her full, carmine-dark lips. The Fox’s sleek black curls that’d escaped the complicated knot atop her head trailed over her shoulders and brushed the tops of her round, heavy breasts. Her soft, smooth skin was the rich brown hue of melted cocoa. Though more than pleasingly plump, she promised wicked pleasures beyond a man’s wildest dreams as she moved with the careless grace and nimble agility of the fox she was by nature as well as name.
Not that anyone else in this club knew that, excepting Jonas and the other hounds on her tail.
A glance left and right to his men told Jonas that neither was immune to her considerable charms. Both had stopped in their tracks to stare, caught by her spell.
Their attention hadn’t escaped the Fox’s notice. She raised her martini to him in a salute, then deliberately turned her back and retreated from the dance floor. Jonas lost a moment admiring the firm fullness of that backside before snapping out of it. “Oh, she’s good,” Jonas said under his breath. Her gambit forced him to come after her, and it’d be a slow chase as well as risky. She’d easily be able to disappear by the time he made his way through the dancers lost to the sensual heaviness of the beat.
But one look at the Fox had told him that’d be too easy for her taste. If he’d had anyone to place a bet with on his luck, he’d have ended up a rich man. When he’d circled the crowd and found himself at a small bar barely big enough for four, the Fox waited for him there on an elegant black stool, her delicious legs crossed and one cocoa-dark arm elbowed on the bar. Turned in quarter-profile from him, she was a vision of full-figured beauty that’d make any man’s eyes cross and she knew it, too.
She was, in Jonas’s opinion, too much of a woman for any one man to handle. Fortunately for him, he and Si and Boone were a package deal, and the odds were on their side. “I think you know who I am,” Jonas said, propping himself against the bar close enough for her to hear him but not quite close enough for their arms to touch. “Lucky me, I stumbled across your den.”
The Fox looked him up and down, a wicked, impudent twinkle in her eye. When she spoke, her voice was dusky as a sunset and husky as smoke. The kind of voice that’d drug a man as surely as her bountiful physical charms. “Luck had nothing to do with it.”
“Hard work, then.” Jonas signaled for a drink, but kept the Fox in his line of sight and kept his head. Not so easy to do when his libido demanded he sweep bottles and glasses and coasters off the bar, lift her up and bury his face between her sweet legs.
“Nothing worth having comes easy.” She gazed slightly below his waist, wicked and daring, no doubt knowing exactly what licentious thoughts he had in mind. “If you think tracking me down in my home den was hard, then you should be glad I wanted to be found.”
“And if you hadn’t wanted to be?”
“Then you’d still be looking, wouldn’t you?” The Fox sipped her drink, which at first glance appeared to be a perfectly ordinary martini, complete with olive. You could hang Jonas for a fool if he fell for that and if there was a single drop of anything more potent than water in her glass. “You’ve caught my interest, hound dog, and you tickle my funny bone. Tell me why you wanted to find me.”
“And if I do?”
“Then maybe you’ll get an answer.” The Fox ran the pad of her forefinger around the rim of her martini glass. “Or maybe not. Or maybe, if you play your cards right, you’ll get lucky.”
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Lia Connor lives in the South, but her job takes her almost everywhere but. Her laptop is her best friend. Lia loves stories about BBW’s, hot, hot, hot threesomes and wily shifters who get into (and out of) all kinds of trouble…
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