Hero Sandwich: When Meg Jennings finds herself at the mercy of a pair of kinky heroes, she discovers keeping a wicked secret can be good, dirty fun.
Voodoo: Voodoo is tired of waiting for Lynx. Time to show him everything she can do with her psychic superpowers.
Taming Jack: Lark Anderson is determined to save Deputy Jack Ramsey -- even if it means accepting an inhuman invader.
Natasha and the Android: When Natasha is kidnapped by an android supervillain who wants to find out why humans are so obsessed with sex, she realizes the dark side has a lot more going for it than she thought.
Masks & Mistletoe: From rescuing a ten-year-old from an evil Santa to celebrating a BDSM Christmas, superheroes Lock and Ultra explore discipline, dominance and the kinky way…
Warning: Includes forced seduction and adult kink themes that some readers may find objectionable.
Publisher’s Note: Unmasked (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Hero Sandwich, Voodoo, Taming Jack, Natasha and the Android, and Masks & Mistletoe.
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Cougar had chosen his vantage point carefully, right on the edge of the rooftop. He figured he’d be silhouetted against the streetlights below.
Easy for anybody flying overhead to spot.
“Think she’ll show?” Lynx asked. The communications unit in Cougar’s mask
was so good, it sounded as if his brother was whispering right in his ear.
“Tonight?” Cougar shrugged. “Who knows? Eventually? Yeah, eventually.”
Lynx grunted. “Hope she doesn’t take too long. We’ve got more important
things to do.”
“Patience, Grasshopper. She’s had this coming for a while. And I mean to
make sure she gets it.”
There was no sound for a moment except the roar of traffic from below. A jet
screamed by overhead. Finally, Lynx asked, “Isn’t that a little extreme? I
mean, it’s not like she’s Nightwolf. She’s just a photographer.”
“What, you enjoy being a joke on Leno?” The photo in the New York Daily Journal had been taken immediately after last night’s brawl with Battle Ax. Unfortunately, the brotherly arm
Cougar had thrown around Lynx’s shoulders had looked like something entirely
different to people who’d been speculating about their sexual preferences for
years. Everybody from Jon Stewart to Conan O’Brien had riffed on it.
In the shadows of the building’s rooftop elevator, Lynx shifted his weight,
boots scraping on the cement roof. Cougar’s animal-acute hearing picked up the
sound clearly. “People have been making those jokes since we started out. Like
you always say, that’s what happens when you run around in leather. Paparazzi
was only doing her job.”
“That’s not what you said when Jay said we make a cute couple.”
“I was ticked. Look, Cougar, pissing us off isn’t against the law, so we
can’t take her to jail. What the hell are we going to do with her once we do catch
her?”
Cougar smiled slowly. “I’ll think of something.”
* * *
Years of experience had taught Meg the perfect flying height if she wanted to spot supers in action. Even so, sometimes she circled the city for hours without seeing anything worth shooting.
It was the luck of the…
What was that?
She braked into a hover, attention caught by a human shape standing on a
rooftop, silhouetted against the lights. The guy was so broad-shouldered he
just had to be super-powered. Meg shot down for an invisible fly-by.
He stood with one leg bent, bracing a boot against the low rooftop wall.
Soft brown leather armor emphasized his narrow waist and the contrasting width
of powerful shoulders. A leather helmet in the shape of a cat’s head covered
his face. The cat’s roaring jaws framed his lower face and the grim line of his
mouth. She’d always found that mouth perversely sexy.
Cougar.
Meg’s heart began to pound as her instinct to run like hell battled her need for a closer look. New York’s premier hero had fascinated her since she was a scared fifteen-year-old watching him
battle her father. Every time Gerald had reeled under one of those powerful
punches, guilt, terror, and hope had warred in her soul. Secretly, she’d
dreamed Cougar would rescue her.
And in the end, he’d done just that.
Meg was twenty-three now, and Cougar still starred in her fantasies, though
her dreams had taken a distinctly adult turn these days. He was just so… male,
so dominant, so hard-edged and grimly handsome. You just knew he’d be the type
to go for handcuffs and kinky sex.
She’d even told Richard about those fantasies one night after three glasses
of really good champagne. Richard being Richard, he’d offered to rent a
costume, but she hadn’t been quite that drunk.
Now there he stood in the flesh. Cougar. All by himself. Not fighting
anybody. She could actually get close and just look at him, instead of snapping
a shot and fleeing for her life.
Meg drifted down to hover ten feet away. Taking her time, she floated
closer, slow enough to avoid creating a rush of air that would betray her to
Cougar’s hyper-human senses. He didn’t seem aware of her presence. He just
stared down at the street below as though watching something, still as a
hunting cat.
Damn, he was big. Had to be six-four at least. Meg was willing to bet his
armor wasn’t padded, either. It exposed his arms from shoulders down to the
beginning of his clawed gauntlets, and those biceps were mouth-watering. Eyeing
the elegant curve of hard, tanned skin, Meg imagined what he’d look like naked,
all that glorious brawn on display. His body must be as delicious as Richard’s.
Except Cougar was a good guy. She wasn’t so sure about Richard.
* * *
She was right in front of him. He could smell her. The hint of jasmine in
her floral shampoo blended with the rich, complex scent of woman.
Aroused woman.
But good as his feline senses were, Cougar couldn’t see her. She was
completely invisible.
Wait for it, he told himself. Let her get closer. He had only one shot at
this. If he blew it, she’d make damn sure he never got close again. And he
wanted to get very, very close. It was a good thing he wore armor over his
groin, or she’d have seen his hungry erection.
Cougar spared a thought for Lynx, ready to pounce from the shadows. They
hadn’t dreamed she’d be brazen enough to approach him head-on. He doubted his
brother was even aware she was here. The serum they’d taken as teenagers had
given Lynx speed and agility instead of acute senses and super-strength.
Cougar breathed in slowly. The light breeze brought more of that wonderful
female scent, as though she was coming closer, flying right up to the edge of
the roof he stood on.
Wait for it.
* * *
Meg wondered what color his eyes were behind his mask’s opaque eye slits.
The only thing she could really see of him was the lower half of his face.
She’d always thought Cougar had a grim, hard mouth, but now she realized his
upper lip had a deliciously sensual curve, while the lower pouted ever so
slightly. God, she wanted to kiss him.
Why not?
Why not just zip in, steal a kiss, and zoom off before he could grab her?
He’d never know who it was. Hell, he might not even be sure what happened.
Her heart thudded an eager adrenalin beat. It was so risky. If he got those
big hands on her…
She’d love it.
No, Meg, you would not, she told herself sternly. You’d go to jail.
Well, probably not. It wasn’t against the law to steal a kiss, and he didn’t know she’d been Sneak Thief. Where was the harm? Besides, Cougar might be big and strong, but speed was Lynx’s talent. She was pretty sure she could fly off before he could catch her.
Meg floated closer. One inch. Two. Sloooowly. Holding her breath. She could
smell him now, leather and man. His armor was exquisitely made in contrasting
shades of warm brown, trimmed in metallic gold. It looked faintly Roman and
extremely butch, unlike the spandex many heroes wore. She’d seen it stop
bullets, so it had to be made of something more than just leather.
Her gaze focused on his seductive mouth. She licked her lips. Her heartbeat
thundered. She was close enough now to reach out and kiss him. Tensing, ready
to fly, Meg leaned forward the few inches she’d need to make contact with those
velvet lips…
Powerful arms snapped around her like the jaws of a trap springing shut. She
slammed against Cougar’s chest so hard the breath left her in a stunned whoof.
As Meg gasped, a white grin spread across the mouth she’d wanted so badly to taste. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Paparazzi.”
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