Croc and the Fox is officially released and I want to celebrate in a major way! So, I’m going to make five commenters into Official FUC agents. But what’s an agent without some type of uniform? Each of those lucky 5 winners are going to get a FUC agent tshirt, keychain, sticky note pad and yes, a FUC badge (if they ever arrive lol)***. I know there’s going to be a mad scramble to win this swag, but first, let me torture you with a glimpse of the third story in the FUC series, Croc and the Fox.
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(an excerpt from when Viktor rescues his fox)
She draped the blanket over her head and crossed her arms, her whole stance screaming stubborn.
“Now what are you doing?” he asked, no longer bothering to hide his exasperation.
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me. I order you to come with me.”
“You can’t say no. I’m in charge here.”
“We’ve already ascertained you’re not my father, nor a scientist, or a guard, which means I don’t have to listen to you.”
And then she clapped her hands over her ears and began to hum.
Screw this. Tired of talking with an obvious mad woman, Viktor leaned down and tore the blanket off. Before she could react, he scooped up the crazy redhead, upending her over his shoulder. She let out a squeak of surprise.
“What are you doing? Put me down.”
“No.” Arm locked over her thighs, her weight nothing on his bulky shoulder, he exited the cell.
“Where are we going?”
“Away from here.”
“Are you taking me to the labs?”
“Of course not.”
“Locking me in solitary?”
His jaw tightened. “No one will be locking you up, ever again.” Well, unless she broke the law, but he’d let someone else explain that to her when – and if – they ever released her to the world at large.
“So where are we going then?”
“Like I said, away from here.”
“But I don’t want to leave.”
“Too bad. I say you have to. And since I’m bigger than you, what I say goes.” A childish retort for her juvenile arguing.
“This is kidnapping.”
“Rescue,” he corrected.
“You can’t do this.”
“I can and am.” He jogged up the several flights of stairs, ignoring the strange looks he got from the other FUC operatives wandering the place, photographing and boxing anything they found of interest. He also ignored the former prisoner’s demands to put her down. To go away. And to do something anatomically impossible with himself.
“Where did you learn such language?” he finally asked, reaching the top level. The vulgarity of her speech, especially coming from such a delicate looking cutie, surprised him.
“The guards. The doctors. The others in the cells with me. I even know some of them in Spanish. Would you like to hear them?” she replied sweetly.
“Sure, my boys could stand to learn some new ones. Feel free to shout as many as you like because we’re going outside now.”
“No!” she yelled. Viktor stumbled as she buried her face in his lower back and wrapped her arms around his middle, tighter than the anaconda he dated a few years back.
“Can’t breathe,” he joked.
Her grip didn’t loosen in the slightest. Faced with a dilemma, Viktor didn’t immediately exit the building. If this were a soldier, or agent, acting like a great big wuss bag, he would have ignored the terror and thrown them out to meet the source. But, his mystery lady was a victim. Somehow he doubted Kloe, or his coworkers, would approve of him just tossing her into the sunshine given her fear. And, a teensy tiny part of him, didn’t want to scare her further. A tiny part.
What to do? Maybe if he asked nicely, which went totally against all his training, she’d cooperate. “Could you please let go?”
She shook her head against his lower back and clung tighter.
Ordered? “Let me go now!”
Someone behind him snickered. This was getting ridiculous. No more Mr. Nice Croc. “You asked for it.” Viktor slapped his hand on the rounded buttocks nestled so close to his face. The sharp crack echoed loudly as his palm met her barely covered flesh, but he tempered the strength behind the blow. Still, it had the desired effect.
She reared up with a screeched, “Ow!” and he swiveled her off his shoulder and onto her feet. But when she would have bolted, he manacled her wrists with one hand.
It didn’t stop her from twisting and turning, fighting his grip and intention. “Let me go, you bully. You can’t make me go out there.”
“Yes I can,” he stated calmly. He pulled her along, her bare feet sliding on the marbled floor to the glass doors leading outside. She cursed him out. Dug her heels in. It didn’t stop him from reaching the portal and kicking it open.
A shriek left her lips that made his ears ring and she reversed strategies. Instead of fighting him, she suddenly threw herself at him, jumped on his body, forcing him to release her hands to catch her. Freed, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder. Short of a pry bar, he doubted he’d get her off.
Sigh. Why me?
Viktor braced an arm around her middle, leaving his other one free to hold up a middle finger to Mason who laughed his hairy bear ass off when Viktor walked out with his new, red headed, chest accessory.
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And it gets funnier as our lizard man fights his attraction to a red headed fox who just won’t let him go. Want a copy? It’s available for sale from the following places (B&N, real soon)
Amazon – Print
Okay now that I’ve hopefully made you giggle, time for the contest rules. Leave me a comment with your email address and the type of animal you think would make you the best FUC agent ever! On August 23rd, I will have a random number generator choose five comments to officially FUC. (lol). On your mark, set, who want’s to be FUC’d first?
***And now for the small print. Due to shipping rates for items outside of North America, actual swag prizes will be awarded only to residents of Canada and the USA, BUT, international commenters aren’t out of luck. If you live outside of North America, you can still enter, but instead of a swag shipment, I’ll award you an ebook copy of the F.U.C bundle. Sound good? Awesome. Contest ends August 23rd
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