Best Friends
New Species - Book Fifteen
By Laurann Dohner
Best Friends by Laurann Dohner Working together has forged a strong friendship between Melinda York and Mary Muller. So much so, they’re more like sisters. When two men burst into their diner with murder on their minds, Mel doesn’t hesitate to act. She’ll do anything to protect her friend, as well as their New Species customers…especially the one she’s been crushing on for months.
A single act of bravery sparks a series of events that result in Snow getting to know the waitress he’s been obsessively thinking about. He just wants to keep Mel safe. And convince her he’s the male for her.
Mary is the brunt of jokes because of her extreme fear of animals. Phobias aren’t funny. Is she the only one who understands that? When Mel’s actions link them both to New Species, she’d like to hide from those scary men with fangs. That would make her a crappy best friend, though. She’ll try to be brave…right up until the moment she comes face to face with a lion man named Lash. He’ll make her confront her fears in the most unexpected ways possible.
New Species Series
Fury
Slade
Valiant
Justice
Brawn
Wrath
Tiger
Obsidian
Shadow
Moon
True
Darkness
Smiley
Numbers
Best Friends
Best Friends
Copyright © December 2019
Cover Art: Dar Albert
eBook ISBN: 978-1-950597-06-2
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SNOW
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
LASH
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Snow
Chapter One
“Your day is about to get better, Mel. One of those NSO SUVs just parked outside. Your hunky-scary guy is with them.”
Melinda stopped wiping the counter and peered through the large windows toward the parking lot. Sure enough, a group of New Species headed toward the front doors. She’d expected it at some point, but the days and times varied when they would eat at the diner. Usually they would stop in for lunch if they were having a meeting with the sheriff, but other times, a few weeks could go by before they returned.
She scanned their faces and locked onto one in particular. The sun seemed to make his very pale blond hair nearly glow. The sky blue of his eyes, combined with those sharp, strong cheekbones, made him absurdly gorgeous. His mouth, though, was pure sin. The upper lip gave him kind of an arrogant look but the lower one was fuller, a little pouty. She always felt the urge to nibble on it.
“Thanks, Mary,” she said. “Tell grumpy cook to be prepared for them. I hate when Joel slams stuff around. Remind him that the customers can hear it.”
The other waitress chuckled. “I’m going in there now to do just that. I think Joel’s mood is improving. He actually smiled at me a few minutes ago.”
“It’s about time. Maybe he made up with his wife. He’s only this moody when they have a fight.”
The New Species featured in all of Mel’s fantasies turned his head, saying something to the feline Species beside him. Mel straightened from the counter and turned away, grabbing menus in exchange for the rag. She counted out eight and went to the door to wait.
A beefy blond canine reached the diner first and pulled the glass door open to allow his fellow New Species inside.
Mel smiled. “The right side is completely open. Sit wherever you want.” She passed out menus as they walked past her. Each man flashed her a smile, some gave a word of thanks…but when he came in second to last, he didn’t just grab the corner of the menu, but made sure to brush his fingers against hers as he accepted it.
They locked gazes, and she forgot how to breathe. He always had that effect on her. His eyes were the prettiest color of blue she’d ever seen, so light and gorgeous. Long, thick white eyelashes framed them, a stark contrast to his tan skin.
“Hello.”
His deep voice always made her nipples harden. The tone was kind of gruff but husky at the same time. Sexy.
She glanced down, hoping her bra hid that pesky fact. It would be embarrassing if he saw headlights. Her girls were good, the bra under her thin work shirt hiding the stiff tips. She sucked in air and blew it out. “Hi.”
He passed by, and the last man took a menu as he released the door. Mel spun away and grabbed her tablet that she’d set on the counter. Taking a few deep breaths helped calm her before she followed the New Species across the room. They were shoving three tables together to make a long one. She waited until they were settled before plastering her smile back on.
“What would you like to drink?”
She addressed the one nearest her. She didn’t dare glance at Mr. Blue Eyes again, as she called him. It would make her mind freeze up and her hands shake. She’d experienced that reaction before. She just kept her head down and wrote on the tablet since they knew the drill. Each man answered one after the other, stating their preference of sodas.
She finally looked up. “Do you know what you want to eat or should I give you a few minutes?”
The blond canine at the head of the table answered, “We’d all like steak sandwiches. Rare, please. Everyone wants fries with that.”
She nodded. “You want the steaks bloody. Got it.” She glanced around the table and had to skim past Mr. Blue Eyes. He seemed to be staring at her. “Does everyone like lettuce, mayo, and the steak sauce on theirs? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
That gained her a few chuckles. A feline spoke. “Can I have tomatoes on mine?”
She wrote it down. “Sure thing. Anyone else?” She glanced around. They all shook their heads, Mr. Blue Eyes still watching her. “Okay. I’ll put in the order and return in a few minutes with your drinks. I’ll tell the cook to add extra fries.”
She fled. There was no other way to describe it.
Mr. Blue Eyes had canine blood. With his sensual mouth and those penetrating eyes, he always made her feel as if she had done something she should blush and apologize over. It might have had something to do with the thoughts running through her head. They tended to revolve around getting him naked, or at least picturing him that way.