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The past few months had been surreal. She could clearly remember the day Lena had called them over to her apartment and told them that they were about to see something amazing. Lena had brought out Luke, who, along with his friends Michael and Henry, had shown up at Calypso Productions one day, looking for a movie deal. They—Margo and the other girls who owned Calypso—had dismissed them—assuming they were pretty-boys looking to make it in Hollywood—but Lena had gone to dinner with Luke.
Margo had known that Lena was taking Luke out solely because she thought he was hot. Luke was hot, no doubt about it, but Margo hadn’t worried. Calypso Productions was their baby. Lena, Jane, Cali, Akta and herself had started the production company a couple years after they graduated from Cinema School. They’d gone their separate ways after college, while remaining friends, and when they reached the appropriate levels in their respective fields they’d all quit their jobs and thrown everything they had into the company.
Because of that, Margo knew Lena wouldn’t be swayed by a pretty face and drag Calypso into a go-nowhere project. She’d been surprised when Lena called them over and said Luke had something to show them. But then Luke had turned from a hot Native American guy into an eight-foot-tall Monster with bat wings and horns.
Lena had explained what they needed—a movie so awesome it would catch the imagination of the world and change popular opinion about monsters. The Monsters could not stay in hiding much longer. The world was shrinking and Monster-human confrontations were growing more frequent. Luke and his friends hoped to avoid a war, by first revealing the truth about Monsters to the humans in the form of a movie. Once the movie was a worldwide success they would reveal that the movie was fact not fiction.
Runako had been the bad guy, though he had been quickly won over to their side.
She remembered the way she’d first seen Runako. He’d been battling with Luke, both of them in their Monster bodies. There’d been something savage in their battle, a kind of primal beauty, like lions ripping at each other. And when the fight was done the terrifying blue-winged monster turned into one of the hottest black guys Margo had ever seen.
This was ridiculous. Runako couldn’t just…kidnap her. She had work to do, work to do that would benefit him.
“Runako. Come here.”
Runako, wearing only slacks, appeared. In the flickering firelight Margo could just make out the dark band of tattoos around his right bicep. The tattoo was actually a manifestation of the spell that allowed him to flip back and forth between bodies.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice like whiskey and velvet.
“I’m ready to go home.”
“I’m not returning you.”
“You have to.”
“Why?” Runako stalked forward again. “Why do I have to?”
“Because I said so. Because I asked you to.”
“You can go if you can get away,” he said with a savage smile.
“That’s…that’s barbaric.” The calm Margo had found during her wait disappeared. “This is felony kidnapping. You have to take me home.”
Runako leapt across the cave and planted his hands on either side of her. “Make. Me.”
Margo kissed him again. This was not going according to plan. The kiss was probably a mistake.
But what a mistake it was. Runako cupped the back of her head and savaged her mouth, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and biting it. Margo jerked back, gasping for air, and Runako kissed and nipped his way down her neck.
“Ahh, yes, now right behind my ear. Madre de Dios. Oh that’s good.”
“You talk,” he said, kissing his way across her jaw to take her lips. “I like it,” he murmured before taking her lips in a ravaging kiss.
Margo slid her hands along his chest and belly. He was cut. Physical male perfection. She jerked her lips from his and tilted her head back. Runako took the hint and paid attention to her neck. Margo shuddered in pleasure when he licked the spot below her ear.
“You are so hot,” she murmured, running her fingers over his muscled shoulders to his equally muscled back. His shoulders were wide and strong. She actually felt petite next to him.
“And you. I want to see you naked.”
Margo blinked. Reality came crashing back. “Oh no. I don’t think so.”
Runako groaned but let her push him away. “What now?”
“There is no way I am letting you see me naked. You’re like a Calvin Klein underwear model, but hotter, and I’m like…I’m like a partially deflated Big-O Tires balloon.”
Runako stared at her. “I did not understand any of that.”
“You are hot. I am fat.”
Runako looked at her, and Margo became instantly aware of the fact that the way she was sitting caused her belly to bulge unattractively. She tried to suck it in, but that made it worse.
“You have some fat, yes. But I find it attractive.”
Hurt, familiar but unwelcome, flooded Margo. “Gee, thanks. I’m delighted to know you’d be willing to bang me despite the fact that I’m a fatty.” She bent her head and blinked, hating that tears had filled her eyes. She was twenty-six years old, and had accepted the fact that she was never going to be a size eight, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
Runako stood. “You are not aroused.”
“Being called a fat ugly cow will do that to a girl.”
“I said none of those things. And fat cows are tasty.”
“Great, now I’ll just sit here and worry that you’re going to eat me. I bet you wouldn’t want to eat a skinny girl.”
“I believed that Luke and Michael were weak because they seemed unable to control their human women,” he said, hands on his hips as he considered her. “Perhaps women are more complicated than I believed.”
With a murmur of “I will return” Runako left.
Protector
Loribelle Hunt
He will protect her. No matter the threat.
The Elect. They aren’t human. They’re the next step in evolution and they’re hiding in plain sight. They’re stronger, smarter, and faster. Nature’s perfect predator.
Welcome to the top of the food chain.
Braxton Lee is the protector of the Elect and it’s a job he takes seriously. As president of the committee that governs the Elect, he overseas everything from finance to security to keeping their existence hidden. He’s driven and ruthless. The Elect will not be exposed on his watch.
Unfortunately his research chief, Zach Littman, is contacted by a former colleague who’s run a DNA analysis of a blood sample and gotten weird results. The blood isn’t human, and Dr. Esme Durand is smart enough to know it. Brax will do whatever it takes to keep her silent. Until he meets her. Because Esme has a secret. She’s one of them. Brax wants nothing more but to bring her into the fold and into his bed.
Warning: This book contains hot sex, the next evolution of mankind, hot sex, a race to find a bad guy, a hot hero trying to prove his love, and did I mention the hot sex?
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Table of Contents
Dedication
The Elect
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
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