Lamont's story
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“I’ve been alive a very long time...thugs with government connections don’t scare me.”
Hellhound Lamont had been through a long week providing much-needed protection for Giorgio and his new mate, Enda. He was willing to help, it's what packmates did for each other. But just prior to going to Tuscany, Lamont had been waylaid by another man in Egypt - an intriguing man who left him with a business card and a plea for Lamont to call him before being dragged off by two goons. Unable to get the man out of his head and not getting any responses to his texts or calls, when Lamont was finally free of his obligations, he went looking for the man behind the card. The only issue was that ten days had passed by that point, and the man was very definitely missing.
“He doesn’t know... That’s the only explanation that makes sense.”
Ewen Cross, journalist and silver fox shifter, really wished he hadn't stopped to talk to Lamont just moments before he'd been abducted. Unfortunately, the pull to be with his mate was too strong, but that brief meeting became a curse when Lamont didn't come after him the way Ewen thought he would. Again, not an issue on its own, but Ewen's fox was feeling neglected, and suffering mate sickness while tied to a chair in a basement hadn't been on Ewen's bingo card that year.
He’d already been kidnapped, tortured, and nearly killed. What was a little divine wrath on top of that?
Lamont pulls some godly strings, and Ewen is finally in his arms, but their troubles don't stop there. Between corrupt officials, a story Ewen would die to protect (and damn near had), and a few interferences from Lord Hades and Consort Ali, finding time to celebrate their mating just wasn't happening. If they could just get the story published, then maybe there'd be time to visit the Greek Islands, Consort Ali is so fond of recommending.
This story is an MM Fated Mates Romance. It involves a hellhound and a silver fox shifter. While reading previous books in this series would help give you some background on the secondary characters (especially Magical Beast), this book is a standalone. There is a HEA, and no cliffhangers, although the epilogue is the prologue to the next book in the series.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Half an hour later, Lamont drained the last of his wine, when he jolted. The last thing he expected to hear was his Master’s voice piercing his thoughts.
Giorgio needs help protecting his mate. Meet him at his Tuscany estate where Coda will have your full instructions.
“Damn. So much for a run downstairs.” Lamont got up from his chair, checking his table and pockets to make sure he had his phone and wallet. His meal was already paid for, so all he needed to do was take his leave. He’d need to translocate, and that required privacy – not the sort of thing he could do in a restaurant in front of the other diners.
Making his way to the entrance, Lamont was focused on his phone screen, checking to see if there were any messages from Giorgio. There was one message, Damon, who’d apparently gotten the same summons and Lamont sent off a quick thumbs up, acknowledging he was on his way.
READ MOREHe was almost at the door when a hand on his arm stopped him. “Hey, aren’t you Lamont? You wrote a piece about that politician last year for the NYT?”
Lamont looked up. The words were in French, but the man looked American. The speaker was a slight man, with a mop of black hair, and bright eyes hiding behind thick rimmed glasses – he looked familiar, but Lamont couldn’t place the name. “Yes, that’s right,” he said, nodding slowly. “Who’s asking?”
“Sorry.” The hand left Lamont’s arm as it disappeared into the man’s jacket pocket. He pulled out a card, holding it out. “Ewen Cross. I’m a journalist for the Times based in Manhattan. Look, I might have a lead for you.” Ewen glanced around and Lamont noticed two large men scowling in their direction. “A very strong lead. I can’t talk now, but can you please call me tomorrow? Please. It’s really important…”
“Hey.” One of the men came forward, speaking in guttural English. “You’re coming with us.” He grabbed Ewen’s arm, tugging him away.
“I’m in Egypt for two more days. Call me, please.”
Shit. Every instinct in Lamont’s body – and that of his hellhound – wanted to go after the man. He was clearly in some sort of trouble, and wasn’t keen on his present company.
Hey, where are you? I’m already here.
Double shit. Lamont looked at the card. Just Ewen’s name, job title, email address and a cellphone number. Let’s hope this business with Giorgio gets handled quickly, he thought, tucking the card in his wallet. He wasn’t worried about any potential leads, he just wanted to know Ewen was all right. Neither of the men who’d blocked Ewen from Lamont’s sight seemed friendly. Lamont was still feeling unsettled as he found a deserted doorway and translocated to Tuscany.
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