Night of the Lions

By Lizzie Lee

Shape-shifters aren't real...are they?

Enigmatic and introverted, Gabriel Larousse is a billionaire with a secret. He's actually a lion-shifter, alpha of the pride that left his homeland along with his brothers to avoid the clan wars and to live peacefully among humans.

Catherine Kovac is a private investigator who is on the brink of losing her business. A client hires her to unearth Gabe's dark past. Getting close to Gabe seems like an impossible task. The man is surrounded by his brothers, who are eager to jump at her throat, thinking she's looking for dirt. So Cat is surprised when Gabe invites her into the circle and into his bed.

To discover that Gabe desires her as his mate is one thing. Finding out his dark, furry secret is quite another. But saying no to an alpha like Gabe is like talking to a brick wall. Cat may have to get used to the idea that Gabe isn't the sort of big cat who'll be content and purr just for a little petting...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Apr 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9780857159472

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Night of the Lions

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©Copyright Lizzie Lynn Lee 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2012

Edited by Rebecca Hill

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Lions of Manhattan

NIGHT OF THE LIONS

Lizzie Lynn Lee

Book one in the Lions of Manhattan Series

Shape-shifters aren’t real, are they?

Enigmatic and introverted, Gabriel Larousse is a billionaire with a secret. He’s actually a lion shifter, alpha of his pride who left his homeland along with his brothers to avoid the clan wars and to live peacefully among humans.

Catherine Kovac is a private investigator who is on the brink of losing her business. A client hires her to unearth Gabe’s dark past. Getting close to Gabe seems like an impossible task. The man is surrounded by his brothers, who are eager to jump at her throat, thinking she’s looking for dirt. So Cat is surprised when Gabe invites her into the circle and into his bed.

To discover that Gabe desires her as his mate is one thing. Finding out his dark furry secret is quite unnerving. But saying no to an alpha like Gabe is like talking to a brick wall. Cat may have to get used to the idea that Gabe isn’t just a big cat that would be content and purr for just a little petting…

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Victoria’s Secret: Victoria’s Secret, Limited Brands

GQ: Condé Naste Publications

Armani: Giorgio Armani S.p.A

Brioni: PPR

Bruno Magli: Bruno Magli S.p.A

Kohl’s: Kohl’s Corporation

Road Runner: Looney Tunes, Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc

Le Bernardin: Le Bernardin, New York City

Lincoln: Ford Motor Company

Mack Truck: Mack Trucks, Inc, AB Volvo

Coke: The Coca Cola Company

Evian: Danone Group

Rohypnol: Hoffman-La Roche Ltd.

Lacoste: Lacoste S.A.

Hitachi: Hitachi Ltd.

Terminator: Orion Pictures Corportation

Taser: Taser International, Inc.

Incredible Hulk: Marvel Comics

Target: Target Corporation

Glock: Glock Ges.m.b.H

Jeep: Chrysler Group LLC

Fox: The Fox Entertainment Group, Inc

Cucina Amore: West 175 Media Group, Inc

Chapter One

She didn’t belong to this most exclusive gentlemen’s club in Manhattan, but the attendant who manned the lobby had let her in because he was mesmerised by her boobs.

She had a great pair.

They were real, thank you very much. Clothed in the black, lacy, padded Victoria’s Secret  bra and a white cocktail dress with a dangerously low décolletage, her best assets had charmed many men and let her nose around places that were usually out of bounds.

Catherine Kovac was a private investigator. Not a good one at that, since she barely had a hold on this trade. She had inherited the business from her late brother Jon. She used to be his secretary before Jon died in a car accident a few months ago, and already the agency was sinking like the Titanic. Detective work wasn’t like answering calls or running the payroll, and she’d found herself lousy at locating missing cats or tailing a cheating spouse.

Her current gig, which she hoped would save the business, was to dig up as much dirty laundry as possible on a businessman named Gabriel Larousse. Her client, a forty-something reclusive named Judith Rossi, insisted that Gabe, as he was known, had been responsible for the death of her brother, Cameron Rossi, fourteen years earlier in Africa. Gabe was currently thirty-five years old. The incident must have happened when Gabe was twenty-one, three years before he’d started his real estate business.

Gabe was a self-made billionaire. He’d started from nothing, working his ass off to flip the first property he’d managed into a profitable venture, and had built his empire from there. He had also been voted this year’s most eligible bachelor, on account that he’d reached the pinnacle of his success at quite a young age. It didn’t hurt that Gabe was easy on the eyes.

Okay, Gabe was hot.

Like, smoking hot.

He and his brothers, Alexandre and Renaud, were the talk of the town. There must have been some good genes in the Larousse family because they were all devastatingly handsome. Cat wasn’t a gal who used that type of hyperbolic shit in her vocabulary, but the brothers were really gorgeous. They all stood over six feet tall, with signature coppery-blond hair, broad shoulders, tapered waists, and long legs. They could have passed as GQ models. And, armed with deep pockets, they were chick magnets. Too bad they were all socially tight-assed—it would take gallons of prune juice to clear up their plumbing. None of the brothers liked reporters, the media, or people like Cat. If they got a whiff that a nosy PI had invaded their personal playground, she would see her ass thrown to the kerb in a blink of an eye.

She tried to be inconspicuous as the club attendant seated her at a table near the bar. His gaze was still hovering over her chest. She sighed inwardly. It was as if he’d never seen natural D cups before. But who was she to judge about men and their obsession with breasts? The compulsion was deep, as if it were coded into men’s DNA.

She ordered a gin and tonic and threw the attendant the sweetest smile she could manage. She hoped he’d be distracted enough not to ask why she was here in the first place. The gentlemen’s club, Rococo Country, was a private establishment catering to members only, a watering hole in which wealthy businessmen in the upper crust of society could socialise, kiss ass, and plot on how to make themselves even richer. She told the attendant in black livery that she was here to meet her lawyer. He was going to be suspicious when her lawyer never arrived.

In the meantime, her target, Gabriel Larousse, stood in the billiards room about twenty yards from where she sat. He was leisurely chalking his cue. His gaze was fixed on the white, red and yellow balls strewn across the table as if they were his mortal enemies. He tapped the cue ball with the precision of a sniper, scattering the other balls into the pockets.

Cat didn’t know much about pool, but that had been pretty impressive. Gabe seemed like one of those people who treated everything as if it were a challenge to conquer. Maybe that was why he was a successful businessman.

As she’d suspected, one of Gabe’s brothers was with him. Alexandre Larousse, Gabe’s second—or Gabe’s shadow, as people nicknamed him—was leaning by the wainscoted wall, talking in hushed tones on his cell phone. Gabe never went anywhere in public without one of his brothers. Alex and Ren, both younger than Gabe, were very protective—like capos to the don. One didn’t just flounce up to Gabe without Alex’s or Ren’s approval. If Alex or Ren didn’t like what they saw, one