Blood-Hound Book 1: Dusted

Bounty Hunter Matthew Blood always gets his man. Even when that man’s a fairy.

Bounty Hunter Matthew Blood is a bloodhound shifter. Tracking things comes very naturally to him. Hunting a skip who’s out on bail for trafficking in drugs, he watches the skip get blasted out of a fourth floor window. When Matt goes after the only other person in the vicinity, he gets taken down in a flash of light. Later, he learns that the fairy who blasted him hadn’t so much murdered his skip as accidently dropped him out of a window trying to escape the man’s attempts to strip him of his fairy dust.

Turns out there’s a fairy dust ring afoot and Matt may be the only one who can help the sexy fairy close it down. Working with a unique posse, including someone from Matt’s home planet, Eninac, the two men go after the ring, discovering a fiery mutual attraction in the process.

4.5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs Reviews: Declan Sands has created an exciting, as well as very enjoyable romantic suspense. I am looking forward to the next episode."

4.5 Stars and a Sizzling rating at SensualReads.com: "Mystery and humor, passion and heat all combine to make Blood Hound 1: Dusted by talented Declan Sands a captivating read that leaves us all panting for more."

4 stars from Manic Readers "What do you get when you mix an off planet shifter, a sexy fairy and a dead drug dealer…fairy-smacked! A fun, sexy, well-written novella and I for one can't wait to see where this series goes next."

 



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Love Romances and More"I absolutely adored this book. It was funny, smoldering hot and kept me on the edge of my seat as I flipped the pages, hoping Rum and Matthew would be able to find the missing fairies. Declan Sands is a talented storyteller who packs a lot in this story but also doesn’t overkill with lots of telling instead of showing. The story flows smoothly, the simmering sexual tension between Matthew and Rum is quite hot and some of the phrases, such as fairy smacked, left me giggling at times. This is a fast paced story that will keep you highly entertained."

The little bitch’s barking woke him up. Matt groaned as he moved, his muscles screaming. When he opened his eyes, he jumped.

The fairy sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him with a heated, turquoise gaze. “Good morning.”

Matt squinted toward the window. Yup. It was morning. He vaguely remembered dragging himself home and falling into bed the night before and nothing at all after that. It was unusual for him to sleep that long or deeply. Pushing himself to one elbow, Matt scrubbed a hand over his face and realized he was still tired. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.”

The fairy smiled. “I have that effect.” He cocked his golden head, the softly curling strands of his hair catching the rays of the sun and creating a golden halo.

“How did you find me?” Matt squinched his eyes closed and reopened them. The halo effect remained.

“What did you do to me?”

The fairy shrugged. “I followed you. And that’s what you get for using an attraction spell against me.”
Matt pushed to a seated position and leaned against the headboard. He scratched his chest and yawned. “Coffee.”

The fairy extended his hand toward Matt. He was holding a steaming cup of coffee.

Matt eyed the cup suspiciously. “Is it safe to drink that?”

“I don’t know. Is there something wrong with your coffee maker?”

Matt blinked. “Oh.”

The other man laughed. “What? Did you think I just conjured it?”

“How the hell do I know what you fairy types do?” Then, suddenly angry because he’d had sex with the man and didn’t even know what to call him, Matt asked, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Rumplestiltskin.”

“Har.”

The other man smiled, and Matt’s body south of the sheets tightened. “You can call me Rum.”

Matt sipped his coffee. “Okay, Rum. Would you care to tell me what the hell’s going on?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you’ll help me fix it.”

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