Kir, book 14 in the Gillham Pack series, will be out tomorrow. You can still preorder it and get it a few hours earlier 🙂 http://www.extasybooks.com/kir/
Letting people in is never easy, but sometimes you have to in order to be happy.
Kir is one of the exotic shifters rescued by Craig. He never went home, choosing to stay with the Gillham pack, but he never really integrated himself into the pack. He wanted to make sure the pack wouldn’t betray him like his skulk had. He took his time to observe, and he finally decided it was time to make friends.
Quinn knows he’s a prickly bastard. He’s had to hide behind that façade for most of his life, and now he can’t step out from behind it, not that he wants to. It feels safer to keep most people at arm’s length. He didn’t expect to find his mate when Kameron called him and Malik to help with the rival council, though, and he knows Kir is probably the only one who can wiggle his way into his heart if he lets his guard down.
Kir does his best to get under Quinn’s shell, but when the man punches him and tells him to stay away, he gets the message, even though he still hopes he’ll be able to change Quinn’s mind. He knows he has a great opportunity when Kameron assigns him as a bodyguard for Quinn, but will he be able to protect Quinn and make him fall in love with him? Will Quinn finally let someone in, or will he stay safely ensconced in his hard shell?
The crowd in the living room shifted, and Kir noticed someone walking toward him. He didn’t have to see the guy’s face to know it was Corbin. His costume made it obvious.
Kir chuckled. Corbin was wearing a dark gray costume with a hood and fur bits on his arms and his left shoulder. His right shoulder was covered with a metal piece, its ties running around Corbin’s torso and holding a blade behind his back. Red fabric was wrapped around his waist, along with a belt.
Corbin stopped in front of Kir and peered at him from under the hood.
“Assassin’s Creed? Really?” Kir asked.
Corbin shrugged with his fur-covered shoulder. “Jago thought it was fitting.”
“It is. I wouldn’t be surprised if no one but me wants to talk to you tonight, though. The costume isn’t helping your harmless image.”
Corbin crossed his arms on his chest. “That’s because I’m not harmless, not because I’m dressed like this.”
“Oh, did I offend you? I didn’t mean to.”
Corbin punched Kir’s shoulder. He didn’t put much force in it, but it stung anyway, and Kir made a mental note to wait until Corbin was too far away to hit him before making fun of him next time.
“Where is he?” Corbin asked.
Kir arched a brow. He hadn’t been aware people knew about him and Quinn. “What do you mean?”
Corbin pushed his hood down and mirrored Kir’s expression. It was something he did quite often, almost like he wasn’t sure what expressions went with the feelings he had. He was trying, but sometimes the results were funny, and sometimes they were just plain creepy.
“I’m talking about the small council member.”
Kir groaned and looked around to make sure Quinn wasn’t anywhere where he could have heard Corbin. Kir hadn’t seen him since he’d run off, but he wanted to be sure before Quinn decided to stomp all over Corbin. Kir wasn’t sure who would win.
“Quinn,” he said, hoping Corbin would never again use the word small to describe Quinn.
“That’s his name?”
“So where is he?”
“Eh. Around, I think.”
“Why isn’t he with you?”
“Probably because he hates my guts.”
Corbin narrowed his eyes. “He does? Because I can—”
“Kill him for me, I know. Thanks, but no.”
“Why does he hate you?”
Kir sighed. “I’m not sure if it’s hate or something milder, but yeah, he doesn’t seem to like me much.”
“But why? You’re nice, and you’re hot. I mean, I’d have sex with you if I wasn’t already mated to Jago.”
Kir closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. “Thanks, Corbin. I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
Corbin nodded. “It was.”
“Great. So, I don’t know why he doesn’t like me, but it’s not going to stop me from trying to break through, don’t worry.”