A New Release from Laura Bacchi

Source: Erotic Authors Association

My first release from Loose Id and my first paranormal MM is now available. Thanks to Anne Cain for the gorgeous cover!

Blurb:

On any ordinary day, a guy like Paul Murray expects more shit from his boss, a new car repair bill and another lonely night at home. But when his car dies during rush hour, he’s rescued by a man who might just make him experience something extraordinary...in more ways than one.

Darrien Avanti has an agenda, and it doesn’t include the sexy loser he picks up by a smoking Yugo on his way to Manhattan. Renegade dragons from his homeland have breached the Earth’s surface in search of their own territory--and human flesh. It’s Darrien’s job to take them out before more people die. This isn’t the time to think about sex, let alone take a mate, but everything about the Top Lander tells Darrien that Paul’s the one.

Paul’s day--and life--is about to become anything but ordinary.

And here's an excerpt:

He leaned down to rest his arms on the car door. We were close enough to kiss. When his hand reached in to shake mine, I took it.

“Darrien Avanti,” he said. “Need a ride?”

With you? Hell, yeah. “Paul Murray,” I replied. “And yes, a ride would be nice.”

I didn’t let go of his hand. As sappy as it sounds, the touch was electric. I pressed my palm closer…

“We should go,” he said, and pulled his hand away.

I grabbed my sack lunch as he opened my door then led me to his ride. The Jag smelled like heaven. I inhaled and buckled up.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

To your place, I wanted to say. But I behaved. “My work’s right off of Allen.”

He started the engine. “What do you do, Paul?”

“Inventory management for a restaurant-supply place. Not too exciting, I know. You?”

“I’m just here on business.”

He didn’t say what kind of business, and I didn’t probe. Probably a hit man, knowing my luck, with a dead body or two wrapped up nice and tight in the trunk. I took another long look at him. The suit, the tie… All of it top drawer. His dark brown hair, cut short and perfectly in place like the rest of him, refused to wilt in the summer heat, and he hadn’t broken a sweat while outside getting me. He grinned under my scrutiny. His teeth were so damn white they glowed. He seemed dangerous. And I don’t do dangerous. I do safe, because anytime I’ve hooked up with a bad boy, well, things get bad.

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