THE NINE (Foxfire Burning #1) by C.M. Stunich and Tate James
Tricky, like a fox.
As a kitsune–a fox shifter–I have to be to survive.
Sometimes it seems like the whole world wants me dead.
Ironic, considering that’s my job–to kill people.
Thea Hunt, professional assassin at your service.
But that’s not my only vice.
I’m also attracted to the darkest denizens of the supernatural world, the men I should run from instead of fall for. Men like Mikhail, the leader of the assassins guild, Barrett, the local alpha wolf, and Nix, the skinwalking coyote that’s likely to bring the entire shifter community to their knees. And then there are my exes–Riot and Fin.
Somebody’s killing off old gods, stripping shifters of their ability to change. And a trapped shifter doesn’t last long without losing their mind. Nix knows; Mikhail wants me to kill him; Barrett wants me dead. Oh, and Riot and Fin are determined to make my life a living hell.
As the youngest kitsune to ever get nine tails, I should be able to trick my way out of this one, right?
THE NINE is the first book in the FOXFIRE BURNING series. It is a full-length reverse harem urban fantasy/paranormal romance with a spunky kitsune (fox shifter) main character and her six love interests: a vampire, a werewolf, a coyote shifter, and a few mysteries. This book includes cursing, violence, steamy scenes, and a whole lot of magic.
Excerpt THE NINE (Foxfire Burning #1) by C.M. Stunich and Tate James
I was not about to share my quiet peaceful alone time with Riot.
“Look, can we just share a single cup? One cup of coffee won’t fucking kill you, Thea.” He threw up his hands as I shot a sharp glance his direction, taking in his gray eyes, his dark brown hair and the scars that twisted across his right arm, the ones he’d had tattooed over with black and gray designs.
A wolf had got Riot once … and he hadn’t let go.
If Fin and I hadn’t stumbled on the scene, he wouldn’t even be here right now.
“Sorry, no can do,” I said, moving toward the curb as my Porsche pulled up and the valet climbed out.
“Run from me,” he challenged, his voice a dark whisper of intent. “I’ll just climb in my own car and follow you.” He raised an eyebrow at me as Ziff chirped and I curled the edge of my lip up in a snarl.
“Please, Riot, don’t make me laugh. You couldn’t keep up if I was driving a damn shopping cart. You stand no chance against me in Lola.” Lola was the name of my Porsche. She was a sleek gunmetal grey with soft ivory leather interior and shit could she run.
“Try me, Thea. I’m done letting you run from me.” Riot met my gaze stubbornly and I remembered why I’d fallen in love with him so many years ago. Asshole that he was, he challenged me. He didn’t let me get away with crap and I fucking loved that about him. Once.
Now though, it was just pissing me off.