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"[…] I’ve learned to be what people expect me to be. People expect the Chief of Security to be a scary hardass, so I give them that. Werecats expect their alpha to show teeth every time someone steps out of line, so I give them that, too.”
My heart sank. “Does this mean that if I expect caring boyfriend Jim, you’ll give me that?”
“No,” he said. “You just get me the way I am, which means you’re screwed. I’m mostly an asshole.”

Magic Steals by Ilona Andrews

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Dali Harimau · Jim Shrapshire
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Jim had only two modes: menacing and waiting to menace. He usually worked so hard on being scary, he intimidated people while he was asleep.

Magic Steals by Ilona Andrews

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Jim Shrapshire
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Jim Shrapshire ran Clan Cat, one of the seven clans in Atlanta’s Shapeshifter Pack. A werejaguar, he normally served as the Pack’s Chief of Security. Jim wasn’t just a badass. He was a badass who wrote a book for badasses on how to be a badder badass.

Magic Steals by Ilona Andrews

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Jim Shrapshire
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“This is Jim. He is . . .”
Oh gods what should I call him . . . If I introduced him as my boyfriend, it would get back to my mother.
“We work together,” Jim said.
Nice save.
“And we’re dating.”
Damn it!
Komang raised her eyebrows. “Congratulations!”
Argh! I almost slapped my face with my hand.
“Won’t it cause an issue at your workplace?” Iluh asked.
“It won’t.” Jim gave them a smile. “I’m the boss.”
I glared at him. What the hell are you so happy about? He grinned at me and patted my hand with his.

Magic Steals by Ilona Andrews

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Dali Harimau · Jim Shrapshire
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Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

“Where is Salome now?” Curran asked.
“Dead,” Jim said. “Anybody who touches Dali is dead. Anybody who helps them is dead.”
Dali sighed. “I’m okay. I’m here, I’m alive, and I would appreciate it if everyone butted out and stopped making a giant deal out of this.”
It hit me. Jim was an excellent Beast Lord: smart, efficient, and painfully fair. He would be admired and respected, but he would never be loved the way Curran was. Curran had wanted to be loved, needed it because he’d come to the Pack as an orphaned kid. Jim didn’t want to be loved by anyone except Dali. He didn’t need friends. He didn’t want anything else. Only Dali.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Curran Lennart · Dali Harimau · Jim Shrapshire