Lila’s monsters are BACK! Is everyone ready for A Monster and a Gentleman? It releases TOMORROW and you do NOT want to miss this.
The heat he brings isn’t movie magic. It’s real.
Cali knows exactly what will happen if her latest movie fails. It won’t just destroy her directing career and company, Calypso Productions. It might mean global war, and the extinction of an entire race of beings—the monsters.
The last thing she can afford is distraction in the form of a midnight-haired, caramel-skinned monster who can—literally—bring on the heat.
Seling enjoys humans, and not, as some have suggested, as a snack. As one of the stars of a movie that will allow his people to come out of hiding, he especially enjoys watching the movie’s intensely focused, human director.
After one particularly frustrating day on the set, Cali and Seling give in to a blistering night of pleasure. Seling wants more; Cali isn’t ready to risk her heart. But it all may become moot when someone leaks raw footage that could incite the very panic they’re trying to avoid.
And the only way to find the culprit is to unleash a monster so dangerous that it’s like bringing a nuclear bomb to a knife fight.
This title contains a strong-willed woman, a banshee (no, they’re not the same person) and two men who know how to please their woman.
Seling scrubbed his fingers on his scalp, eyes squeezed shut to keep the shampoo from getting in them. He hadn’t quite gotten the hang of bathing as a human yet, and the number of things he had to do to his human body—wash the skin, wash the hair, shave the face, clip the nails, put on deodorant, put on sunscreen…
The list was endless. He missed the hot mineral water that ran in the bathing pools in his Clan’s home high in the Rocky Mountains.
He rinsed the shampoo—he wouldn’t make that mistake again—and got out. The bathroom and shower in his trailer were tiny, and he was sharing it with one of the human actors, a man playing a military general. They’d created trailers he could use in his true form, but he was taking this as an opportunity to learn how to live as a human, so he’d decided to forgo a larger truck trailer.
The human actor wasn’t in the same scenes as Seling, so he had the trailer to himself. He’d waited over an hour for Cali, but she hadn’t stopped by. The sun would be coming up soon, and not long after that drivers would come and drive the trailers and trucks away to the next location.
Since Seling didn’t have a car and couldn’t drive anyway, he had to wait for a driver to get him and bring him to the condo he was sharing with his Clan-mate Henry. When he first came to L.A., after Margo and Runako rescued him, Henry, Luke and Runako had all been living in the large condo, which was on the penthouse level of a building Cali’s dad owned.
He wanted that human.
She was dark and intense, and when she looked at him he felt her focus and attention, as strong and potent as if she’d reached out and touched him. Seling liked females who knew what they wanted and were willing to tell him…and who wouldn’t balk when he told them what he wanted.
From the few things he’d heard the others say, it seemed that human women were just as sexual and adventurous as the females of other species he’d been with. There were very few monster females, so most of Seling’s partners had been outside his own species—creatures who, unlike his Clan and the other clans of beings humans would call “monsters,” weren’t ready to make their presence known.
Since Runako had brought him to L.A., everything had moved very quickly, and Seling hadn’t spent as much time with Cali as he would have liked. She and the other human females had been busy hiring the crew to help make the movie, while he and the males had trained with Tokaki, the best warrior in the world, in preparation for the battle scenes. He’d never had a chance to get her alone.
They were into their fourth week of filming, and the days seemed to have developed a routine. He’d been watching her, noting her schedule and looking for a time to get her alone.
Despite their earlier conversation, it seemed tonight wouldn’t be the night.
Naked except for the towel he was using to rub his wet head, Seling bumped his way out of the bathroom at the same time as the trailer door opened.
“Seling?” The door banged shut behind Cali, who froze when she saw him. “Oh.”
Seling blinked in surprise, hooking the towel around his neck and holding the ends. “Cali. You finished the shot?”
She looked tired, but still sexy. She wore jeans and a creamy white shirt with a light jacket over the top. Her headset hung around her neck and the battery pack weighed down one side of her waistband, exposing a strip of brown skin.
“I—yes. Actually, they did it in one take and it was spectacular, but I had to take a call from Margo.” She took a deep breath. “Are you going to put on some clothes?”
Seling looked down at his naked body. “I’m still wet.”
“You’re distracting me. Get dressed.”
“What do you mean, distracting?” Seling grinned. Maybe tonight was the night after all.
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t. At my home I spend most of my time naked.”
“That must be fun for the girls, but you’re in the middle of a human city, so—”
“I don’t care about girls.” Seling took a step, then another, Cali’s body tensing a little bit more with each move he made. “But grown females, females who want to receive and give pleasure, interest me very much.”
“Are you hitting on me?”
Seling jerked back, confused as to why she would ask that when he clearly wasn’t hitting her and wouldn’t, unless that was her kink of choice. Then he remembered that was a way of asking if he was trying to entice her to bed.
“Yes, I am hitting you.”
“Hitting on. Hitting on me, and we can’t do this.”
“We can. I’ll show you.” Seling grabbed her hips. A shudder went though her and Cali closed her eyes, licking her lips.
“We can, but we shouldn’t.”
“Because it’s unprofessional, because it might mess up the movie, because—”
Seling kissed her. Fusing their lips together, Seling used his hips to push her back against the door. He’d had sex in his human body a few times—for scientific purposes, of course—but he never remembered this electric thrill. His need for her was not just a heavy ache in his loins, but seemed to lick across his skin like fire.
Fire was something he knew.
Fire was something he liked.