Overview
One sexy wolf is determined to show a grouchy kitty just how perfect they are for each other.
Oscar Travis has always been different, and not just because he's a snow leopard shifter. Petite and pretty in a family where even the women are bigger and stronger than he is, Oscar has been protected by them—except for the times when no one could keep him safe. When he had to take another shifter's life to protect his own family, Oscar's world became a scarier place, at least in his head, not that he's going to let his family know that. He will, however, help his dad Henry hunt down the cougar shifter who is trying to destroy one of Oscar's own, his brother-in-law, Lyndon.
Which is why Oscar finds himself in San Antonio. Curiosity—always Oscar's potential downfall—is the reason he's in one of the city's biggest gay nightclubs. And it's his bad luck that he is cornered by four obnoxious shifters who are out to ruin his night. Josiah Baker has other plans for Oscar, plans of mates and forever, but once he makes sure his kitten is safe, he's ditched like a bad memory. Good thing he's a shifter too, and a determined one who doesn't shy away from Oscar's attitude. He sees the hurting man behind the pretty façade, and no one is going to keep him and Oscar from the happy ending they deserve.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781786516183 |
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| Publisher: | Totally Entwined Group |
| Publication date: | 09/26/2017 |
| Series: | Leopard's Spots , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 154 |
| Sales rank: | 867,408 |
| File size: | 558 KB |
About the Author
A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn't happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey's brain demanding to be let out.
Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey's office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey's presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.
Read an Excerpt
Copyright © Bailey Bradford 2017. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
Oscar Travis didn’t consider himself a coward by any means, but it was sure hard not to tremble with fear when he found himself cornered by four huge men.
Not just men. Shifters.
Like him, except they weren’t snow leopards.
They weren’t cougar shifters either, like Oscar’s brother-in-law, Lyndon, and since Oscar had only ever been around his own kind until Lyndon had showed up, he didn’t recognize the tangy, bitter scent rolling off the four men. Huge. Shifters. So much more dangerous than mere men.
One of them—possibly the largest of the four, though it was hard for Oscar to tell—leaned in and sniffed. “Smells like pussy to me.”
How in the hell did he manage to get himself into such freakin’ messes? All he’d wanted to do was check out the club, and his little adventure had turned into a borderline disaster.
He’d lost the tips of a couple of fingers in a trap, had been pinned down in the bathroom at school more than once, and left butt-naked in the gym dressing room when some jerk had taken off with all his clothes while he’d showered. He’d been bullied and if he hadn’t been smart and quick, he’d probably have been seriously hurt instead of mostly just having his pride damaged.
But if I’d been really smart those times, I wouldn’t have been in any danger in the first place, wouldn’t have been hurt, right? Which was pretty much the case for the crap he’d got himself into tonight—he hadn’t been smart at all, he’d been horny and curious.
Dad is really gonna be pissed off.
This crowned all his prior close calls and messes, that was for sure.
Oscar’s top lip seemed determined to curl up in a snarl even though his brain told it not to. The four shifters chortled and slapped each other on the back. Yeah, they were brilliant, just like a heaping pile of shit was brilliant.
“I don’t think this little boy is amused,” another of the shifters said. This one had orange hair and freckles, and looked like he could snap Oscar in two in a heartbeat.
“Little pussy, ya mean,” rumbled the third one, who smelled particularly foul. “Bet his is nice and tight. You ever had a real man fuck your pussy?”
Oscar’s cheeks couldn’t possibly burn any hotter. He’d never heard the term pussy in reference to any of his own body parts before tonight, but he was quick enough to figure out what part of him was being talked about even if they’d had to say it twice before he caught on. And he’d be damned if he was going to be gang-raped by a bunch of stinky, stupid bastards. He hoped to God the bouncers here were paying attention.
Oscar cocked his head and raked the men with a scathing look. “I have, and I came here looking for a real man. If you assholes would move, maybe I could find one.” And with that, Oscar lashed out. He’d had enough time to start a concentrated shift, something he’d been working on—something he hadn’t known was possible until it had occurred to him to try a few weeks ago.
He was glad he’d given it a shot, because whipping his claw-tipped paws instead of fists from his pockets—well, that threw the idiots surrounding him for a loop and gave Oscar the advantage he desperately needed. He’d become pretty well-coordinated once he’d got through those god-awful teenage years.
Oscar slashed his right hand across the biggest man’s chest while catching the orange-haired one in the jaw. He tried to keep his claws out of that hit as much as he could. The same went for the punch to the chest. Oscar only wanted to scare the bullies off, not kill them.
Yet.
The thought sent a cold shiver down his back. He was always afraid he’d want to kill again, even if he hadn’t wanted to do so the first time. Still, he was part beast, part wild thing, and it’d been the untamed part of him that had ripped out another shifter’s throat.
What if it happens again?
Oscar shoved the thought aside as he drew his fist back and prepared to strike. The two shifters he’d hit a minute ago were howling and grabbing at their wounds. He guessed he hadn’t pulled his punches as much as he’d meant to. Either that or the idiots had lunged when he’d swung at them. He didn’t know which since everything happened so fast.
Oscar danced back until he was against the wall and glared at the other two. He held up his paws and did his best movie hero imitation, waggling two of his fingers in a ‘come on’ gesture, which wasn’t easy considering his hands weren’t humanoid.
“Come on,” he snarled, just in case his intent wasn’t clear.
“Pussy,” the less muscular of the shifters spat. “You aren’t worth this much effort to fuck!”
“I wouldn’t let you fuck me with someone else’s dick,” Oscar sniped back. He was going to point out the vast difference between fucking and what they had intended to do to him, but a low rumbling growl that was felt more than heard had Oscar snapping his mouth shut and some of the other shifters whimpering.
“Is there a problem?”
Oscar went weak-kneed—with relief, he told himself—upon seeing a burly guy wearing a polo shirt stretched tight over his muscular chest. His brown hair was cut in a short military clip and he had one of those broad jaws that gave him a tough and stern appearance, or at least Oscar thought so. As far as bouncers went, this guy had to be the epitome of what one should look like. Add to his chiseled features a pair of pale icy-colored eyes and the fantasy man from Oscar’s wet-dreams had just become reality.
The orange-haired shifter pointed at Oscar. “He started it!”
Oscar’s mouth dropped open and he sputtered, “Did not! They did.” Oscar belatedly realized he wasn’t completely human in appearance when he’d pointed at his accuser. “Oh fuck.” He started shifting his paws back into hands. Maybe the bouncer would think he’d been wearing gloves or something?
Except he growled again, a really deep, animalistic growl, and Oscar felt the first true tendrils of fear. The sound wasn’t even remotely human. He forced looked at the bouncer, whose name was Josiah, according to the tag on the right side of his chest. Oscar thought he just might be in more trouble now than he’d been in a few minutes ago.
“Go!”