Case couldn’t believe his security expert hired the tantalizing female cat to manage his newest voyeur club. When he finds her, hand in her pants, in a voyeur’s room, he makes his move"a move with bigger repercussions than he can imagine. A white lion from the Kind species, big cats with vampyre blood, Case has honed his blood-sucking ancestor’s magic to a fine art. One taste of her and her sexual delights, and he comes undone.

Tres has her own plan"use the lion to forget her mysterious vampyre lover. She’s drawn to both creatures for different reasons. The vampyre enjoys watching while the cat brings out a new side of her"performing for watchers.

Forced to choose one, can she live without both?

EXCERPT

Tres Moran stole glances toward Alek’s table and wondered about the guy who sat with him. Her hostess caught her.

“Interested in big cats now, are you?” She and Holly had worked clubs like this together as a team for a lot of years. They’d been together long enough to know each other’s likes and dislikes. The only difference"Hol thrived on the performance. Tres was a watcher.

“Big is not bad at all, but he’s a warm cat. He likes the heat, and he probably has fleas. Plus, I can smell the vamp in his ass from here. And you can’t trust those Kind cats. They’re deadly mothers.”
“You like Alek just fine.”

“He’s one of the good guys, keeps his paws to himself, and tigers like snowy, cold climates.” Tres knew her friend wanted to get it on with the tiger. “Anyway, we’re friends, there’s no attraction there. You know that, Hol. Wish things could be different because he sure is good to look at.”

“Well, the one your eyes are glued to is no slouch. The phrase ‘eye candy’ certainly pops into my mind. A real sweet piece of candy.”
Tres agreed with her assessment. The guy was huge, way over six feet. Those green eyes could drag you to hell and back. And you wouldn’t mind the trip. His mouth held her mesmerized. Lips looked so soft, yet they were held in a tight line of control. Ash-blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail that grazed his shoulders. The hair color indicated a difference from other lions. This cat would be white when he changed. Something she’d never seen before. Tres wouldn’t mind a peek under the designer suit he wore. Shit, wouldn’t mind a quick ride either.

Okay, down girl, back to work.

Tres dripped. A state of moist heat had settled between her thighs while she watched the guy talk with Alek. He turned her on. If he became a regular customer, her desk drawer would need to be filled with a change of clean, dry underwear. Not her typical reaction to lions. Warm climate cats never turned her on. This one would be trouble. Thank God she had a strict policy about customers. Maybe he’s visiting.

Things had been really slow in her life lately. Over the last five years she’d chosen her partners wisely. The minute Tres felt more than a slight attraction, she ran. By no means would she consider herself promiscuous, but lately the word “celibate” came to mind. If Tres didn’t get some soon, her maidenhead would grow back. Her leopard was even starting to complain. It was bad when a lion turned her on this much.

She stopped at the door of one of the private booths and thought, what the hell? A peek that’s all. The pile of paperwork on her desk could wait to be handled. Tres promised herself it would be next.

* * * * *

Case couldn’t believe his ears. Fleas. A shifter sporting neon fucking green hair thought he had fleas! Ready to introduce himself, he thought better of it. He needed to calm down first.

He’d lived in Europe for such a long period it was hard to readjust. Cats here were comfortable in their fur. Something Case wasn’t used to anymore. An Elder now, he’d existed in both forms longer than most. Feeding on humans had honed his vampyre abilities to a master. His people called it “taking the blood”. Sooner or later the cats would have to stop being so damned finicky. They needed sustenance to live. No matter how they said it"they drank blood.

Case’s brethren needed to come to grips with their bloodthirsty half to survive in the world today. Some had begun to move out of the safety of the enclosed compounds they called home and into society and, as he had, they usually ended up in Europe. There the various creatures of the night at least pretended to tolerate each other and the Kind had earned a grudging respect. Some of the vamp clans even accepted the cats without prejudice.

Vampyres were voracious mind readers. They had no respect for private thoughts. He’d spent so much time among them, he could crawl into someone’s head in a minute. He had been in hers. Aside from the one dark spot he’d been unable to breach, the word “wicked” described pretty well what he found there. He’d give her a ride. Fleas and all. Damn, that still had him pissed. And she was right, the Kind were deadly motherfuckers.

His eyes perused his new manager more closely. He wondered what she hid so deep not even he could reach it.

He continued to watch. A stream of video played through his mind of all the titillating things Tres could do to him with her full, cinnamon-painted lips. Down, Hard Case, he admonished his cock, which had taken on a life of its own and moved around in his pants. Christ, I’m hard as a walking stick.

He saw his manager slink away from the hostess and disappear through the entrance leading to the private rooms. According to Alek, they were already doing a brisk business.

When she didn’t return, Case went to check on her. He traveled silently down the softly lit, thickly carpeted hallway. The soundproof walls were a dark cherry wood. Classic prints of naked bodies hung beside each private viewing room. The tiny red lights above the doors showed business was good.

There was a two-way mirror in each room. The patrons on the other side of the glass entered from a similar hallway on the opposite side of the building. These were customers who loved to perform. They liked to fuck. They couldn’t see who watched them.
The watchers, well, they watched. Voyeurs.

Case smelled her. He knew exactly which room she occupied. When he materialized inside, he masked his scent. In human form, shifters had all the senses of their animal side, but Tres didn’t feel his presence. He was a master at hiding in plain sight, a secret he learned during his time with his Balkan cousins.

He watched her as she watched the couple who performed. Her wet sex blasted his nostrils from across the room and sent a flash of white-hot desire right between his legs. He wasn’t called Hard Case for nothing. His cock stood rigid and pressed painfully into the zipper of his finely creased designer slacks.