Genres/Themes: d Fantasy, Futuristic, Inter-racial
Author: Anne Kane
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
When Kalie decides she wants to ride Shotgun, he better be ready to oblige!
She was a genetic experiment that was never supposed to get out of the lab. If the government finds her, they will kill her without hesitation. She’s a crack shot, though, and she’s used to looking out for herself. Her affinity for all things mechanical helps her make a living on the road racing circuit, but lately things haven’t been going so well.
Shotgun falls hard from the first time he meets her, and is determined to make her his own. When accidents keep plaguing Kalie’s car, he gets suspicious and with the help of his mercenary buddies he is determined to find the source of the problem and keep his woman safe
“Sounds like a great idea.” Shotgun answered Jackson automatically, his attention on the girl he’d tackled up on the cliff. Kalie sauntered across the clearing, arm in arm with one of the other girls. Her tight fitting outfit outlined her luscious curves with groin tightening detail. She’d twisted her hair up in a ponytail, a streak of brilliant blue weaving through the long dark tresses.
His gaze fell to her shapely ass, and his cock twitched as he remembered how she’d felt beneath him. An image flashed through his mind, of her lying across the rocks up on the cliff, holding the rifle, caressing it almost. Now that he’d confirmed that she wasn’t the enemy, he had to admit that she stirred something deep inside him that he hadn’t known existed anymore. Something fierce and protective. Something lustful.
“So you’ll back me up when I talk to Sarge?” Jackson slapped him on the back. “Thanks!”
“Sure. No problem.” He sure hoped he hadn’t agreed to anything outrageous. With Jackson, you never knew what you were getting into. He remembered the time the wily mercenary had convinced them all to go to a party in the next province. Hopefully whatever he’d just agreed to wasn’t that dangerous. “Excuse me.”
He quickened his pace, angling to intercept Kalie and Winter. Was it his imagination, or did she slow her pace to allow him to catch up?
“Hey there. How’s it going?”
Kalie slanted an inscrutable look from under her lashes. “Going just fine. Where did you disappear to in such a hurry back there?”
So she’d been looking for him. “Just had to check in with Jackson, make sure I was clear for the rest of the day.”
“Are you free for the rest of the day?”
“Oh, yeah. The group’s on stand down for now.”
“What group is that?”
He realized she had no idea who he was, or what he did. Did he want her to know? He couldn’t recall the last time he’d even cared about someone’s opinion of him or his life choices. “I work with a group of ex-soldiers. We fought together during the Provincial wars, and kind of stuck with each other when they were over.” He shrugged. “We’re good at soldiering and it pays the bills.”
“Winter says you only take jobs you believe in.”
So she’d been asking questions about him. “Yeah.” He fell into step beside her. “I’m the company sharpshooter, and Jackson over there is the tech expert. There are six of us in all.”
“Must be nice to do something you believe in.”
He detected a trace of wistfulness in her voice. “Yes, it is. So you race cars?”
“Yeah. Usually I do pretty well, although there’s been a few bizarre accidents lately.” Her brow furrowed for a moment, then she seemed to shake off whatever was bothering her.
“Maybe I could come watch you sometime?” He tried to keep his voice casual, but the thought of this woman controlling a couple thousand pounds of pulsating engine and metal was enough to make his mouth water and his cock stiffen. What else could she control?
She shook her head. “Street races aren’t advertised. Even I don’t know the locations until race day.”
“Too bad. I’d love to see you in action.” He made a mental note to have Trace check and see what he could find out about the street-racing scene. Nothing was buried deep enough to keep Trace out.
She turned and stared straight into his eyes. One shapely brow lifted, and the beginnings of a smile crooked the corner of her mouth. “I bet you would. Love to see me in action that is.”
The challenge in her voice was unmistakeable, as was the gleam in her eyes. She had the biggest, softest, darkest eyes he’d ever seen and right now they were glowing with desire. Shotgun didn’t wait for her to rescind the invitation. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him and lowered his head to claim her mouth.