Carlos Castillo used to be a gamer until a woman he met
and fell in love while playing Magic Battledome turned
out to be an enemy and he had to kill her. For real.
Carlos works for Maltese Security, and he's now replaced
gaming with the gym, and he has shunned all meaningful
relationships; they're too dangerous. Mika Ito is the
Silver Queen of Magic Battledome, a live action game. She
also creates the costumes for her team. But after the
police dismiss her when some of her players are attacked
-- for their costumes, no less! -- Mika asks Maltese
Security to look into it. Carlos, being the best man for
the job, wants no part of it, especially when he sees the
woman who needs their help. She's yesterday nights
glorious, gorgeous, sexy one-night-stand!
DESIGNED FOR MURDER is the latest in Avery Flynn's
fantastic Killer Style series, and she has
outdone herself big time! I love this series and I think
this is the best book so far! Ms. Flynn's books always
feature superb female characters, and just when I think
the author has created the best ever, she comes up with
better. Mika Ito is simply amazing: she totally assumes
her sexuality, she is strong, doesn't shy away from
anything or anyone. I believe she just might be my
favourite female character ever. Ms. Flynn's descriptions
are so vivid I could picture Mika walking, winking, etc.
DESIGNED FOR MURDER is totally cinematic, in addition to
Ms. Flynn's trademark humour at its snarkiest, and
the banter between Carlos and Mika is priceless.
There is a solid mystery to hold everything together,
with plenty of action, besides the sizzling times Carlos
and Mika share between the sheets and just about
anywhere.
DESIGNED FOR MURDER is Avery Flynn at her very best: a
perfect blend of sexy, action, and fun all delivered in a
smooth and very hip tone. And I also learned quite a bit
about textiles. Fans of Ms. Flynn will be in heaven, and
anyone who doesn't know this terrific author should start
now. Not to be missed at any cost!
Some fashion statements can kill...
Mika Ito combines her two favorite things in life--textile
design and live-action role-playing (LARP)--by creating
costumes for her fellow Magic Battledome gamers. Lately,
someone's been assaulting LARPers and stealing their
costumes. Concerned for the safety of her friends, Mika
hires Maltese Security...only to discover that the lead
investigator is the super-hot stranger she just hooked up
with.
Carlos Castillo is all too familiar with Magic Battledome.
A
former legend in role-playing circles, he was all about
gaming, until things went very, very wrong for him. Now
he's
forced to return to the game undercover--as Mika's
boyfriend--to find some answers. Only playing "boyfriend"
with his gorgeous one-night stand is more temptation than a
guy can withstand...
Someone wants the costumes enough to kill for them. And
when
it comes to murder, nothing is what it seems...
Excerpt
“To be irreplaceable, one must always be different.” —Coco Chanel
Carlos Castillo surveyed the Thursday-night crowd at Feeny’s hole-in-the-wall bar. It was
a step above a dive bar and several stories below what most people in Harbor City would
call a respectable establishment, which made it perfect for Carlos and the other guys from
Maltese Security when they needed to blow off a little steam after closing a case. It also
happened to be the site of his impending public humiliation at the hands of his fellow
investigators who’d come to Feeny’s with him.
“Don’t even think about pussying out, ’Los.” Cam Hardy tapped his shot glass against
Carlos’s. “You lost the bet, you pay the price.”
Fuck. What human being could eat fifteen pickled eggs that had been sitting in a jar on
the bar for God knew how long? Apparently Cam, who’d chalked up his success to the fact
that neither he nor his live-in girlfriend, Drea, could cook for shit and his taste buds
had gone into hiding.
“What about one of them?” Will Roscoe asked, nodding toward the trio of women in a corner
booth.
“The redhead’s hot,” said Alex Lee before taking a long draw from his beer.
Carlos tossed back the last of his shot before he said anything he’d regret about
redheads. The last redhead he’d dated had nearly killed him—literally—and he’d had to
return the favor.
“Not his type,” Cam said.
Unlike Roscoe and Alex, who were relative newbies to the team, Cam knew the real reason
behind Carlos’s aversion to redheads. While Cam would shame Carlos into embarrassing
himself in a bar full of people, he wouldn’t say anything about the shooting that had
changed Carlos’s life forever.
Cam nodded toward the women in the booth. “The girl on the end is more his speed.”
Right at that moment, the woman in question slid out of the booth and stood up. She
couldn’t be more than five-five even in the thigh-high leather boots with their wicked
high heels. She wore skin-tight jeans that clung to her legs like they were made for her
tight body and a top made out of some sort of shimmery material that caught the dim lights
when she walked, drawing his attention to the way her tits moved as she strutted across
the bar like she owned the joint.
The full-body profile view was enough to make him reach for another shot, but then she
pivoted at the bar, turning so she faced their table, and he couldn’t do a damn thing but
stare. Almond-shaped brown eyes, full pink lips, and more than a hint of trouble in the
way she tossed her long light brown hair and laughed at some undoubtedly lame joke from
the bartender.
“Roll your tongue back in your mouth, ’Los.” Cam shook his head and finished his shot. “If
I didn’t know any better, I’d think you still spent all of your free time pretending to be
a warlock or some shit on the computer.”
The verbal nudge was more than enough to bring him back to reality. After the shooting,
he’d replaced Magic Battledome role-play online gaming with the gym and had spent the past
year working to make the team at Maltese realize there was more to him than just amazing
computer geek skills. And as tonight’s celebration of a job well done proved, he’d done
it. He worked cases in real life now, not just at the keyboard.
Carlos settled back in his seat, keeping his gaze locked on the woman as she carried three
beers back to her booth. The change in direction gave him an ideal view of her curvy ass.
“Like most of the guys in this bar wouldn’t pretend to be a wizard if that’s the game she
wanted to play in the bedroom.”
“I would find a cape right fast.” Roscoe raised his shot glass in salute before downing
the whiskey.
“Well then, I’d say you found your target.” Cam smirked. “Go get her, ’Los.”
As far as challenges went, it was friendly. But it was still a challenge. And Carlos never
backed down from a challenge.
For the past year, there hadn’t been a single one the Maltese team had issued that he
hadn’t met head-on—and he always would. This was who he was now; the former geek supreme
didn’t exist anymore. He’d pushed that guy and his guilt for pulling the trigger so far
into a closet that he would never see the light of day again.
“One dance?” Carlos pushed back his chair and stood, already primed for action—just like
any time Scarlett’s ghost came haunting.
“Yep. The longest slow song you can find on the jukebox,” Alex said, barely keeping his
laughter in check. “And then she has to buy you a beer.”
Carlos took one last swig of his beer. “You’re all a bunch of assholes.”
Not bothering to stick around to hear their responses, which no doubt would just be an
agreement, he strode across the bar, his sights set on the hot brunette with a body made
for the best kinds of trouble.
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