Hi peeps, we have Silvia Violet stopping by today with her new release Dinner at Foxy’s, the third book in the Law and Supernatural Order series. We have a great excerpt for you to enjoy so check out the post! <3 ~Pixie~
Dinner at Foxy’s
Fox shifter Luke runs Foxy’s Chicken Shack, known for the best and spiciest chicken in town. For months he’s had his eye on Silas, a young cop who patrols the area around his restaurant. When Silas arrives to question Luke about his cousins’ criminal activities, things blow up, literally, and Silas is injured. Luke will do whatever it takes to see his cousins brought to justice. He might not survive his crazy plan, but if he does… Could there be a chance at love for this fox shifter and his cop?
Based on Jason’s rather lascivious description, the man standing at the counter taking orders is Foxy himself, otherwise known as Luke. He’s every bit as hot as Jason promised. Did I mention I like men? I’m a gay, shifter-loving cop, soooo not what my mama wanted. She still talks to me, though; at least there’s that.
Luke gives me a blatant once-over, one that makes my cock twitch in anticipation. Jason warned me Luke’s an outrageous flirt; he’s also a big, barrel-chested man with red hair and arms I want to run my tongue over. He oozes dominance and wicked know-how, which pushes just about every button I have. I hold back a sigh as I indulge in a bit of staring myself.
“What can I do for you?” Luke asks in a low voice with an accent that marks him as Georgia born and bred.
Oh, the things I’d like him to do to me. If only I had the nerve to tell him. I glance at the menu posted above his head.
“Um…I’d like…” I almost blurt out chicken as if that tells him anything.
“White meat or dark?” he asks, still using that sexy drawl that is fucking with my ability to think.
“Legs.” The word comes out too loud, and heat fills my face. I must look like a fucking idiot. “The…um…leg plate. With slaw and fries.”
“What level of spice?” he asks and points to a chart next to him.
“Um…” I choose from the middle range of the list. “I’ll try the Eff You Up sauce.” Does it really have to be named that?
Luke grins. “You got it.” The implication that I could have a lot more than food if I were interested hangs between us. But I’m not. Interested, that is. Well, I am. But, you see, I’m cursed. Other men have no problem with casual sex, but I want a relationship. That shouldn’t be so hard, right? Problem is I want a relationship with someone who isn’t an asshole or a cheater or who thinks my wanting to be dominated in bed means I like to be ordered around when we aren’t fucking.
Then there’s the fact that I’m a cop, not something Luke could’ve missed since I’m in uniform. While he’s never been arrested, rumor has it he’s not averse to supplementing Foxy’s income through illegal gambling or brokering deals for petty criminals. His cousins run a crime ring specializing in weapons and stolen cars. They’re everything humans fear about shifters—strong, powerful, and utterly unconcerned with anyone’s welfare but their own.
A waitress delivers my food and gives me a shy, interested smile. Things would be a lot easier for me if she were what I wanted rather than her boss. But I gave up on trying to be someone else when I gave up on law school.
“You’re very welcome. Let me know if you need anything else,” she says and then heads back behind the counter.
The food smells delicious; the peppery flavor is already making my nose tingle. I love my food scorching hot, so normally I can take the hottest a restaurant has to offer, but Wolf warned me that even Foxy’s mild sauce could leave your lips burning for hours. I would’ve assumed Wolf’s recommendation was a case of a big tough werewolf thinking the poor little human couldn’t take the heat, but apparently he wouldn’t even try the Stab You in the Gut sauce—the second hottest on Foxy’s scale—on a dare.
Here goes. I take a bite, and wow! My eyes are watering, but the flavor is so fucking good. Bite number two solidifies the decision. This is not only the best chicken; it’s the best fucking meal in town.
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.
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