Top 5 Reasons to Read Paranormal Romance by Jaime Rush
- She tries to make all of her books different as far as plot and romance go.
- There’s lots of smeariness.
- A unique mythology.
- An interesting mix of fallen angel descendants, Dragon shifters, and sorcerers. Plus a few gods, demons, Elementals, and other strange creatures.
- Lots of kick butt action
Type: Paranormal Romance
They are the Hidden.
Not quite human. Far from normal.
And never, ever safe…
Too Hot To Handle
Her brother was mysteriously murdered with no witnesses, clues—or motives. Yet Violet Castanega knows he won’t be the last to die unless she seeks help. But the Hidden’s law enforcement won’t come to the aid of her rowdy dragon clan, and the only person who will listen to her is one tough cop. Violet has tangled with him before, and it got rough. This time, it’s getting hot…
Too Close For Comfort
Powerful Guard member Kade Kavanaugh has been ordered to take out Violet Castanega. While assassination orders don’t come with explanations, his instincts scream that killing the feisty beauty is wrong. Now Kade must put his career, not to mention his life, on the line to save her. But as the passion—and the danger—heat up between Kade and Violet, can they survive the darkest magick of all?
Kade watched Violet Castanega’s sassy little ass sashay through the lobby to the entrance. He could tell she wanted to look back at him; she started to but snapped her head straight, pushed the door open, and slammed it shut behind her. Wow, did she look different from the last time he’d seen her.
When he’d arrested Arlo six years ago, someone jumped on his back, wrapping her long legs around his waist and arms over his shoulders. He’d known instantly it was a woman—her breasts crushed against his back had been the first clue. Her shrill voice blasting his ear with, “Let him go!” the second.
He’d reached back to dislodge her and accidentally grabbed her boob. Okay, maybe he’d lingered on that firm and soft and luscious mound of flesh. She’d nailed him in the eye with her elbow. It was only after he’d thrown her off that he realized it was Violet, the once-lanky, scrappy teenager he’d seen during an earlier investigation into Arlo’s activities.
Before she could launch another attack, he reminded her that assaulting an officer would result in arrest, and she backed off. She’d been wearing tattered jeans, a muddy tank top and boots, and smelled of earth. A red scarf covered her dark brown hair, but her braid had hung down her back and tendrils of hair had escaped. To his surprise, her untamed self had tugged at the rebellious, wild side he’d had to stuff deep inside. And it still did apparently.
The spark between them was bizarre. Never would he nail a Fringer, doubly so, since they were all Dragons. Not even one with silky hair falling over her shoulders and a long, lean body. He returned to the pit, where several pairs of eyes were on him.
“Did you spank her for giving you that shiner, Kavanaugh?” Treach called out, followed by a chorus of guffaws.
“I think you were a little too distracted and let her get the best of you,” Baker said. “You wanted to spank her.”
Kade shook his head, learning long ago that to respond was the weaker action. He headed to his office, a tantalizing image of Violet sprawled across his lap while he spanked that lush behind flashing into his mind. That was not helping his hard-on.
His sister, Mia, sidled up next to him. “What was that about?”
“The shiner?” He waved it off. “She was fast, nailed me while I was dealing with her brothers.” He wasn’t getting into the boob part.
“No wonder you never mentioned who’d given you that black eye. These chauvinistic bastards will never let you live that down.” She shot them a derisive glance and lowered her voice. “But that’s not what I was talking about. There was an erotic vibe in the way you dealt with her, and ooh, the way the mist in your eyes is swirling now.”
He kept all expression from his face, including annoyance at her observation. “I was making sure she didn’t cause a scene. Nothing more.”
She gave him a skeptical look, which he deserved because he knew exactly what she was talking about. He didn’t have an answer for it either, because no way was he attracted to a Castanega. Even a sexy, sassy one. “Take note, little sister. With people like her, you’ve got to establish dominance immediately. The moment they think they’ve got the upper hand, they do.”
The usual light of admiration returned to her eyes, the way it did whenever he imparted his wisdom to her. “I see that. You didn’t let her get away with anything, while she completely got away from me. That’s why you’re one of the best Vegas in the department.”
He loved her admiration, and he didn’t. He knew too well how betrayed one felt when the object of your admiration fell and shattered to pieces. She was too young to remember when all the years of their father’s sterling service to the Guard exploded in scandal. A woman had made wild accusations about a member of the Concilium, the government entity that oversaw the Hidden and instituted the rules. Somehow their father had gotten involved, emotionally, maybe romantically. Stewart Kavanaugh had helped the woman escape, and both were killed.
Everyone had kept the ugly details from Mia, then age seven. As far as she knew, a crazy woman escaped and attacked their father. Weeks later, their mother had taken her life, unable to deal with the betrayal and scandal. She was a selfish, weak woman who cared more about her reputation than her young daughter.
On top of that, Kade had been demoted to Argus. Some people complained that he’d been fast-tracked to Vega because of his father’s influence and that he didn’t deserve his position because his reckless behavior made the Guard look bad. Maybe that was true, but they conveniently forgot the thirty years that he was a Vega who closed almost every case. Five years of towing the line, exemplary work, and living by the rules had earned him Vega again. Humiliating, belittling years that changed him from cavalier and edgy to a sterling, model officer.
“Kavanaugh,” Ferro called out, leaning out of his office. He saw Mia and added, “Kade.” Ferro remained standing once Kade closed the door behind him, looking at the map with the tacks on it. “Take the Castanega woman out.”
The words hit Kade like a cold slap, so out of the blue he had to clarify in case he’d misheard. “‘Take her out’? You mean kill her?”
“I thought you were beyond needing the terms explained.”
Kade bristled. “For barging into your office?”
The corner of Ferro’s mouth twitched. “You’re questioning the order?”
“It seems extreme, sir.”
“It has nothing to do with her conduct here.” Ferro lifted the paper she’d brought in. “We’ve been watching her for a while now. These killings are connected to her, and her act about being concerned is just that.” He let the paper drift down to his desk. “Worthless pieces of trash, all of them. A blight on Crescent society.”
Those words prickled across Kade’s skin. He’d heard them spoken about his father after the debacle.
Ferro continued. “Their skirmishes act as population control, but in the age of the Internet and instant news, they threaten to expose what we are. Eliminating her will serve as a warning to anyone else involved.”
The Guard didn’t have people killed for less than a good reason. Kade wasn’t always privy to the reasons, and frankly, he’d never been concerned about it. Orders were orders. Still, the prospect of whacking Violet sank his stomach. Because he’d felt her body against his? And felt arousal?
Think with your right head, Kavanaugh.
Vegas were akin to Special Ops, called in when the mission was dangerous, tricky, or required a special skill. He had to trust his superior. He would carry out his task as ordered.
“I’ll take care of it, sir.”