Lucky's Seven (MM)

Team Paladin 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,300
11 Ratings (4.4)

While recovering, Marine special unit Team Paladin wins a $565-million dollar lottery. The first thing they do is hire a personal assistant to deal with the insanity that much money will bring.

Desperate for a job, Lucky Duvall responds to an advertisement for a personal assistant. He is hoping that seven is his lucky number as this will be his seventh job interview for the week. The god of a man who interviews him makes him long for more than just a job with the team.

Lion shifter Shane Thomas has more on his hands than he can handle. He has a team of battle scarred interspecies shifters who have decided to move away from the civilized world. Then he meets Lucky, his mate. Will he be able to convince Lucky to take a chance on him and the team and their crazy dream of moving to Montana?

Be Warned: m/m sex

Lucky's Seven (MM)
11 Ratings (4.4)

Lucky's Seven (MM)

Team Paladin 1

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,300
11 Ratings (4.4)
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Orange.

The man’s hair was orange. Not red. Not ginger. Not strawberry blond. Orange. Neon, day glow, plug-it-in-at-night-to-keep-it-glowing international orange.

Ten years in the Marines, first as enlisted and then an officer, had not prepared Shane for the civilian world. Especially when it came to finding a personal assistant to help him deal with the insanity that was sure to come. The fact that they only had three people respond to the advertisement listed on several job websites as well as in the local newspaper made him wonder if the unemployment problem really was as big as the new reported. Or maybe he shouldn’t have let a bear shifter with PTSD write the ad.

The slight, orange-haired young man was the third and final interview for the day. The first was a young woman just out of some business school who had trembled and stammered during the entire interview, obviously scared out of her socks. The second, a woman in her thirties, seemed more interested in hearing stories of his adventures in the Middle East than she was about the job.

He doubted this one would get much beyond the “Hi, how are you?” stage. But he was under a deadline. Five members of the team were being discharged from the rehab center in two days. He had to hire an assistant and claim the lottery money before then, and find them somewhere to live while they finished preparations for the move to Montana.

“Mr. Westfield?” he asked as he stepped into the lobby.

“Yes, I’m Lucky Westfield.” The man with the orange hair stood and closed the distance.

When their hands touched, both men inhaled as electricity arced between them. Shane blinked, shocked at the charge that flowed from the little man up his arm and straight to his cock.

Lucky appeared to be feeling something as well. The human’s handshake was firm, solid, proving he was not afraid of Shane, who was more than a foot taller, nor did he turn the simple handshake into a test of strength, one he would surely lose.

It took a moment, but when Shane pulled his focus back from Lucky’s hair and looked at the rest of his face, he found himself falling into olive green eyes that sparkled at him. They met his and widened slightly before returning to normal, as if he could see something in his eyes, something that needed to remain a secret.

Shane swallowed as his gut tightened. His lion stretched and shifted to attention, apparently liking this little man who was so very wrong. Then the human’s scent reached him, cinnamon and apples, a favorite combination of his. His lion sniffed and gave a small rawr of interest.

Shane realized it had been a long time since he’d gotten laid. He hadn’t had sex since before he’d gone to Iraq on this last rotation. Maybe it was time to call one of the dozen or more numbers tucked away in his dresser. Yes, sex with a man with normal colored hair was just what he and his lion needed.

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