When a Lioness Pounces

By: Eve Langlais

(A Lion's Pride Book 6)


There’s a new guy in town, a mysterious and domineering man with secrets.

I like secrets. Reba especially loves swatting at them until they spill their guts—sometimes quite literally.

But Gaston isn’t swayed by her sensual allure.


This slick club owner is very much intrigued by the cocoa-skinned beauty, but he doesn’t dare show too much interest lest his enemies notice.

As if Reba cares about danger. This lioness thrives on action and a bit of violence, and she knows how to do it with class. She’s ready to strap on her heels, gloss her lips, and go to battle.

Watch out because, once she’s got you in her sights, she’s not afraid to pounce.


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An ocean away, nestled within a lovely countryside, unmarred by progress, was a road, winding through a verdant forest that opened onto devastation.

Wide fields blazed, the tops of the crops bright torches, their smoke an acrid reminder of the land’s bounty being squandered. Thatched roofs burned. People screamed and shouted as they scurried from their hovels, clutching their possessions and family.

Their homes weren’t the only things on fire. The remnants of the castle burned merrily, the flames and smoke shooting high into the sky. The vivid green flicker, with a hint of purple, showed a fire born not just of wood and fabric, but of chemicals and potions, many of them quite rare, some irreplaceable. Their loss truly regrettable.


The expletive truly suited the mood, a dark and ugly mood. The enemy had struck at the heart of the empire. Destroyed decades of work, some of it inherited, and then fled.

How dare they leave before I can wreak retribution?

There was only one thing to do.

Cross the ocean in pursuit. Escape wasn’t an option. Someone would pay…and just for the hell of it, so would anyone that got in the way.

Chapter One

The first time Gaston met her she didn’t even look at him. Only the barest glance, an up and down flicker of her eyes then an abrupt dismissal.

Me. The most dangerous being in the room. Yet, she paid more mind to the club and his servants. Then again, she came with her so-called lion king as an enforcer, a lovely lush creature with her dark hair and bright eyes. Dressed quite dashingly too—all the ladies were, their black leggings hugging their every curve, enhancing the subtle nuances of their forms while their cropped tops only just covered their breasts, the peek of bared midriffs so distracting.

The perfect outfit for a fight. Gaston loved someone who came prepared and wasn’t afraid. Things did devolve into violence. His servants, the whampyr he had created, had turned on him.

Unheard of. Especially for a master such as he who always treated his people right. Yet, many of his minions found their thoughts perverted. They chose mutiny. It had failed.

That was a few weeks ago, and since then, there had been more subtle attacks. Freezes on his accounts. Inspectors called to his place of business. Simple matters to deal with.

Until tonight. A new threat in the city had surfaced, a threat that involved him and, unfortunately, the lion king, Arik.

It made his lip curl to realize he was on a first-name basis with an animal. When did that happen? Since he’d moved into lion country and found a king who actively ruled it. Kind of refreshing to deal with someone almost intelligent for once. That didn’t stop him from yanking the king’s tail every chance he got.

Tonight, Gaston had come when Arik called because he couldn’t ignore the threat in the subway system. Not when he knew of the monsters scuttling in the shadows. They used to be my monsters.

But his pets had gotten loose.

Arik, of course, didn’t know they’d originally belonged to Gaston. Silly fellow, he ran into something too strange even for him and he’d known who to call. The High Council. And who had those old bastards called?

Only a few people could get Gaston to obey.

“I know the creatures he’s talking about in the sewer are yours. You’re the only one who makes them.”