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?
The dinner shift is crazy as fuck tonight even though my best people are in the kitchen. I don’t know who decided to send me all the large parties, prize-winners for most finicky order, and downright bitchy-as-fuck complainers, but they are all out in force tonight.
I’m about to take a break. I need a whiskey, but a large sweet tea will have to do since I’m working.
The door chimes as it swings open, and I glance up, expecting another party of nine, half of them gluten-free vegans—at a fucking chicken shack—but, no… Fuck me. It’s that gorgeous blond twink in a cop’s uniform, the one who’s become a regular. His baby face makes him look like he’s playing dress-up. I want to run my hands—and my tongue—over every inch of his smooth, pale skin. He glances my way, and his eyes widen for just a second. Then his tongue slides out to moisten his lips.
Maybe this night is about to improve. Officer Blond and Surely-Not-As-Young-As-He-Looks moves my way. Oh yes. Come to Daddy.
I thought you didn’t do cops.
Sometimes I hate my fucking conscience.
Nothing but trouble there.
I’m not like the rest of my family. I don’t run guns or steal cars. I don’t hurt people or use them. But some of my business interests aren’t exactly what you’d call legal. Hell, the simple fact that I’m a fox shifter makes me suspicious to most people. However, this is one officer of the law I wouldn’t mind having a close acquaintance with.
The hottie in blue reaches the counter. “What can I do for you, Officer?” I ask.
His cheeks pinken adorably, but he holds eye contact. “You’re the owner, right? Luke Redtail.”
“That’s me.” I wink, and he glances away. This is going to be fun.
“I’m Officer Bixby, and I need to ask you some questions in connection with an investigation. Is there somewhere private we could go?”
My bed. It’s right upstairs. “I’ve got an office in the back. Let me get someone to run the register.”
As I turn toward the kitchen I see my uncle standing in the small side parking lot. My uncle who’s supposed to be dead. What is he doing here? “Oh fuck!”
As he throws the object in his hand, I scream, “Get down! Now!” I grab my cop and haul him over the counter. Thank God for shifter strength. I wrap myself around him, but in the shock of the blast, we hit the floor.
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Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.
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