Just to prove I haven’t forgotten Linc or any of my beloved Wing Slayer Hunters, here’s a snippet from Linc’s life last time I saw him…
Linc Dillinger hadn’t even washed the sweat of his latest kill off him when he lifted the woman—
Kelly? Molly? Didn’t matter.
–against the wall, spread her thighs and positioned his aching c*ck to her entrance. She was wet, ready, and yet he stopped and forced himself to look at her, to see her.
He used these women to fight back the blood curse, to keep the animal in him caged. He’d damn well give them the courtesy of acknowledging them as more than a warm, willing body. So he looked into her dilated, desperate eyes.
And for that second, he felt almost human. But then the curse came roaring back, swamping him in a tidal wave of fierce craving.
Do you miss him?
(And no, I don’t have any news, sorry!)