Outfoxed by Melissa Snark
Silver is a coyote-shifter with criminal tendencies and a golden voice. As the lead singer and guitarist for an indie rock band, he is devoted to his craft, however his disreputable past is about to catch up with him. He owes a god a debt, and gods always collect.
She’s a real fox.
When Hannah Kelly’s despicable ex-lover takes her grandmother hostage, she must turn her expertise as a security professional to burglary. With her twin sister’s help, Hannah sets out to steal a priceless Norse artifact from a notorious Russian oligarch.
Two thieves. One prize. A chase so wild, the pursuer becomes the pursued.
Release date: May 23rd 2017
Excerpt
He continued on his way. Ahead, the shadows stirred and a figure emerged from an alcove on the opposite side of the alley. Even in silhouette, her riotous mane of wild curls was unmistakable. He hitched, caught mid-stride, his entire existence tipped off kilter. A wide, stupid smile overtook him, and he lacked even the sense to assess her as a threat. He stared at her face, not at her hands which could easily shift to claws sharp enough to rip out his beating heart. Like unwitting prey, he stood there and waited while she sashayed closer.
Her steps were quick and light; her smile slight and sly. She got close enough that her distinctive, alluring scent flooded his nostrils. He leaned in closer, drinking in her warmth, and grew intoxicated within a handful of heartbeats. Enchanted—falling into lust if not love, and damn it, but blind, stupid horniness wasn't like him at all. In the back of his mind, the voice of caution squeaked out a faint alert, however pheromones drowned it right out.
"Why did you do that?" His fox tilted back her head, gazing up at him with the brightest of emerald eyes. Her voice was husky like a lover, but vicious like an assassin.
"Do what?" Silver grew guarded, assuming she meant their whole brief but contentious history. Agitation ate at him. He had wronged her. He owed her an apology—and more.
"Help that kid after he lied to you." She gestured toward the teenagers.
"Maybe he didn't lie to me. Here you are."
"Yeah, he did. He didn't see me. And..." She snorted. "Angel wings my ass."
"I mentioned your ass, too." Silver flashed a quick grin, but she didn't return it. He sighed. "You didn't fall out of heaven?"
"Wow... Does anyone actually fall for that corny line?" Her mask slipped just a bit. Beneath her coy flirtation, his fox bristled with repressed anger. Her beautiful face set into hard lines, and her jaws clenched.
About the Author
Author Melissa Snark lives in the San Francisco bay area with her husband, three children, and a glaring of litigious felines. She reads and writes fantasy and romance, and is published with The Wild Rose Press & Nordic Lights Press. She is a coffeeoholic, chocoholic, and a serious geek girl. Her Loki’s Wolves series stems from her fascination with wolves and mythology.
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