by Randa FlanneryGENRE: Paranormal Romance (Comedy)BLURB:The PI business has really gone to the dogs. Literally.
Werewolf Lucy Lyle has just caught a ruff new case: sniff out the stalker preying on a couple of male strippers. Should be easy enough, except it seems that the only scent Lucy’s wolf is interested in is that of the scrumptious new client. Human client. Too bad they’ve sworn off humans for good. But like a dog with a bone, the harried PI is determined to solve the case, facing down the dangers of strip club locker rooms, waxing strips, law professors, smart mouthed police officers, and, worst of all, true love.Excerpt:He’s a stripper. His mouth could be carrying a sexually transmitted disease.”The women giggled and guffawed.“That couldn’t be it,” Jazz persisted. “You’re a dog. You probably lick your own butt after a good run through the woods.”She had a point. Sort of. I mean, I don’t really lick myself...my wolf, however.... Well, I try not to think about it.“Aren’t dog’s mouths cleaner than a human’s?” Andi asked with her typical naivety. It’s one of her charms.“That’s a myth,” Amelia informed us all.“And also, I’m not a dog,” I added, in case anybody cared.“Whatever,” Lillian retorted with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Get back to the point. What’s wrong with Mr. Yummy over there?”I gave a shrug. “Nothing’s really wrong with him.”“You got that right,” Andi agreed, her eyes straying Yummy’s way again.“But he’s too...”Her eyes jerked back to me expectantly. The whole party watched me, waiting with baited breath. Well...with bad breath, honestly.“Human,” I finished. “He’s just too human.”Lucy’s Life Rule #1: Never get involved with a human. It was also Rule #2, 5, 8, and 20.AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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