I'm currently working on Chosen by Sin, Dex Hunt's book, Para-Ops #3.
Dex is a werebeast, a werewolf half-breed that is rejected by his own kind for being "less than." Werebeasts are often referred to as "pets" or "whipped dogs" since they are generally weaker than full-blooded werewolves. Dex used to ride with a biker gang of werebeasts, called the Ferals, but broke from the gang after he killed one of its members. We know he was abandoned by his family and sent to live at a school for cast-off werebeasts, that he and the other boys were abused at the school, and that he joined the Para-Ops team for one purpose — to get revenge on his grandfather.
Dex is hard-edged and a loner, but as we see in Chosen by Fate (Para-Ops #2) he is giving and loyal to those he cares about, including Lucy Talbot, the team's mage. Although I'm putting him through the wringer, I can't wait to see this wounded hero get his happy ending.
Teaser from WIP with a question for readers at the end:
Dex grabbed at his chest.
He hadn’t heard anything, couldn’t see anything resembling a weapon having struck Trosseau, but blood sprayed out of the shape-shifter’s chest and all over him. As Trosseau went limp, Dex cursed, shoved his knife back into its sheath, grabbed Trosseau by his shirt, and whirled in an attempt to get them under cover. If he could get behind one of the stone columns at the church entrance…
Within seconds, something hit him in the shoulder, something with the familiar feel of steel sinking into skin, only when he lifted his hand, nothing protruded from his flesh. Blood coated his hand, a dark, translucent stain. Dex kept moving until he bypassed the columns. He shoved the shape-shifter through the front doors of the church then pulled them shut. Diving to his left, he wrenched off his jacket, sweeping it around him like a matador’s cape. He cursed as it jumped in several places.
He somersaulted, then took cover behind one of the building’s front columns. He removed his knife from its sheath again, but cursed. This wasn’t close, arm-to-arm combat, but a sneak attack by someone or something that could be hiding several yards away. But who was it? One of the three shape-shifters from inside?
Damn. He needed to get to Trosseau. Find out what the hell had happened to Trosseau to make him freak out on Dex. Find out where Trosseau’s informant was hiding and what Trosseau had meant about “bridging.” But he wasn’t just going to run inside and leave the bastards to think he was running from them. No chance in hell.
He scanned the perimeter and still seeing nothing, he lifted his jacket and felt carefully within its folds. Several small sharp objects clung to the fabric. He pulled out what looked like small throwing stars, smaller than any he’d ever seen. But they weren’t made of metal. Rather, they resembled some kind of natural material. Almost like the stone façade of the church. Smooth yet rough. Like the details on the crocodile wrapped around the Archangel’s legs. Fossils? Scales? What the—
The shout came from down the steps, a deep but timorous voice that had Dex’s brows climbing. Was there anyone in Paris who didn’t know who the hell he was?
“I just saved your ass from that shape-shifter. The least you can do is come out. I won’t harm you.”
“What? You run out of your little throwing stars?” he yelled back.
“Look for yourself.”
Cautiously, Dex peeked around the column. A man stood at the bottom of the steps. The dude was wearing nothing but a kilt.
“Unless you think I’ll shoot them out from my d***, I assure you, you’re safe.”
Question: I can't decide if this new character, a sexy bad-boy dragon-shifter with the ability to cloak himself with invisibility, manipulate fire, and grow wings and fly, really should just be wearing a kilt. Of course, he's ripped and bare chested, but is this intriguing/sexy or cheesy. What do you think?
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