Monday Query

August 29th, 2016

Wondering this week what your favorite winged animal is.

main_redtail_hawkRed-tailed hawks have always been a favorite of mine, but while I asked the question I don’t know if I have an answer. I love hawks, eagles, and owls. Smaller birds are stunning so…I’m going to wait for answers. *grin*

Sunday Sentiment

August 28th, 2016
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Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

~Matsuo Basho

Saturday Selection

August 27th, 2016

First in a series for the talented @jaciburton is on tap for this week. You know I love my books with animals in them.

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Thirty-two and finally setting up her veterinary practice in the town she once called home, Emma Burnett is on her own and loving it. Independent and driven, she’s not letting any man get in the way of her dreams. Not again.

That’s fine with Luke McCormack. Divorced and hardly lacking in female company when he needs it, he’s devoted to the only faithful companion in his life—his police dog. Still, there’s something about Emma he can’t shake.

When a series of local break-ins leaves Emma vulnerable, she seeks help from the first man to spark her desire in years. And now they’re giving each other something they thought they’d lost forever…hope.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Kincade’s Rose

August 24th, 2016

Many of you know my Megalodon Team. And know the story on how it was only supposed to be this one story, Tyson’s story. Well, 8 stories later plus a spinoff series and it’s safe for me to say that didn’t go as planned. Love this group of men. Kincade’s Rose

Navy SEAL Tyson Kincade was proud of his emotional control.  So how, with one glimpse of the voluptuous sepia beauty sitting alone, all that sanity and control disappeared like waves receding from the beach?  From the first moment they touched he knew…he never wanted to let her go.

Ever want to ignore the voice of reason and have that fling with the handsome man you met on vacation?  Jayde Porter did.  From the second her eyes landed on his tanned muscular body. Then she ran into him, literally.  An encounter which led to a scorching kiss, dinner and—marriage?  Her life was in chaos.

Exploding plane, night jumping, and jungle dangers Jayde knew that to survive she would have to trust the man she married.

Can he make her understand they were meant to be together or will they be kept apart by circumstances surrounding them?  Together if Tyson has a say in it, for the amazing woman he married is…

KINCADE’S ROSE

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“You’re rocking back and forth little rose.”  Tyson’s voice reached her from where he lounged on the bed.  “Why are you scared?  I will be there if you need me.”

Running her soft hand over her face Jayde answered, “I’m not scared.”

“You always rock back and forth when you are scared.  I have learned that about you,” he told her.

She turned her head and met his gaze, her own eyes growing sultry.  “What else have you learned about me?”  One of her fingers trailed down the thick collar of her robe.

He crooked his index finger at her.  “I’ve learned many, many things about you.”

“Like?” she prompted even as she approached him slowly.

“Like, chocolate tastes even better when it’s eaten off your silken skin.  That you are ticklish behind your knees.”  Tyson sat up and removed his shirt bearing what God gave him to her eager eyes.

“Dear God you’re fine.”  Her husky admission filled his ears.  She was drawn to him as if by an invisible string.

Tyson slid to the edge of the bed and brought her between his legs.  His hands lingered on the white sash which kept his gaze from its treasure.  “And you are stunning.”

“What else do you know about me?” Jayde asked.

He looked up at her.  Her hair fell over one shoulder and he reached up to touch it.  “I know you love to rock-climb.  I know you love to paint.  I know you sing in the shower, and hum when you are concentrating.”  He pulled on the tie of the robe exposing her naked body to his eyes.

“I know you purr when you are about to have an explosive orgasm.  I know how your body reacts to my every touch.  How your nipples harden just by me looking at you like this.” His voice was a low timbre of seduction.

Down Range

August 23rd, 2016

A short snippet from Down Range. This is book one in the Tungsten Protection Services Series that’s been a long time in coming and for that I’m sorry. Enjoy.

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“You sure you want to go? Or rather are up to it?” Scott “Harrier” Leighton leaned back in his black leather chair, his blue eyes straight forward. “I can send in—”

“No. I mean, send in who you want but I’m going.” Ralston “Lucifer” Dansen lowered his frame to another chair around the table in the ops room at Tungsten Protective Services. Had the question come from someone he didn’t respect so much, they would have come to blows. He wouldn’t take them insinuating that he was unable to handle his job merely because of the woman involved. “Yes, I just got back from down range. Yes, I’m exhausted and could use a bed, but I’m going. I can sleep on the plane. It’s Riz.” My Riz.

Christ, even saying her name ripped open old scabs and allowed the blood and pain to flow free.

Harrier exchanged a look with Cade, the other founding member of the private security company who was in the room. The group was comprised mostly of ex-military, all branches along with other specialized services. They were able to operate without the red tape and political bullshit the government liked to apply.

Tyson “Cade” Kincade lifted a hand, ran it through his shaggy brown hair, and shrugged. “He wants in, send him. We could use more boots on the ground. I’d rather have a trio. I can alert Mac and Cole that he’s coming. We both know we’d go if it were our wives.” His tone calm and smooth.

Scott nodded. “True. You want in, you’re in.” Harrier rose and strode by him. “The jet will be wheels up in twenty.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Stay safe.” Cade followed him out, providing a similar sentiment as he passed.

Alone in the room, Ralston gripped the edges of the table and groaned. Damn it Riz, what have you gone and gotten yourself into this time?

As if it had been yesterday, he could pull up the scent of her skin, the feel of her curves along his body. The way she glowed as she rode him to orgasm. Her effervescence, her passion. Then came the way she looked at him the day he told her it was over. That expression, the complete and utter heartbreak on her face. The way the light seemed to go out from within. The betrayal and pain, those were the emotions he saw when he closed his eyes at night. He’d never sunk so low before but that had been the job. Use her, get close, and see what secrets he could uncover about her uncle’s ties to some arms dealing.

At that time, he’d been in the Army. A ranger. He’d gone in prepared to do his job. He’d not been prepared for the way she’d wormed her way under his skin and into his heart. He’d fallen in love with her. In the six months they’d had, he had given her his heart then proceeded to rip hers from her chest.

Out of the military now, he was part of Tungsten and when her name had popped up and her image had been on the screen, every warrior instinct he had snapped to full attention, he wasn’t about to let her die in a foreign country. She may not be happy to see him but he could live with that, so long as she lived.

Twenty minutes. Not a lot of time. He left the room and padded to the locker room, stripped, then stepped into the shower. I just need one wash to remove a few layers of Middle Eastern grime.

Five minutes later, he wrapped a towel around his waist and strode to his pile of clothing. His go bag sat near with an accompanying one of fast food. That’s one fucking good smelling bag of food. He knew what food awaited him. Ralston dressed and was eating as he tied on his boots. Bag on one shoulder, burger in the other, he jogged to the airstrip and the waiting plane.

The door closed and he finished up his food as they lifted off to the sky.

“And we’re French Guinea bound.”

Monday Query

August 22nd, 2016

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This week, I’m wondering what your favorite flower is?

This one was hard for me but I find orchids incredible, especially the black ones. Stunning.

Sunday Sentiment

August 21st, 2016
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Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?

~Maurice Freehil

Saturday Selection

August 20th, 2016

No, I don’t always read romance. *grin*

I’m a huge fan of Mr. Berry’s works. Love Cotton Malone and Cassiopeia Vitt.

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September, 1861: All is not as it seems. With these cryptic words, a shocking secret passed down from president to president comes to rest in the hands of Abraham Lincoln. And as the first bloody clashes of the Civil War unfold, Lincoln alone must decide how best to use this volatile knowledge: Save thousands of American lives? Or keep the young nation from being torn apart forever?

The present: In Utah, the fabled remains of Mormon pioneers, whose 19th century expedition across the desert met with a murderous end, have been uncovered. In Washington, D.C., the official investigation of a international entrepreneur, an elder in the Mormon church, has sparked a political battle between the White House and a powerful United States senator. In Denmark, a Justice Department agent, missing in action, has fallen into the hands of a dangerous zealot – a man driven by divine visions to make a prophet’s words reality. And in a matter of a few short hours, Cotton Malone has gone from quietly selling books at his shop in Denmark to dodging bullets in a high-speed boat chase.

All it takes is a phone call from his former boss in Washington, and suddenly the ex-agent is racing to rescue an informant carrying critical intelligence. It’s just the kind of perilous business that Malone has been trying to leave behind, ever since he retired from the Justice Department. But once he draws enemy blood, Malone is plunged into a deadly conflict – a constitutional war secretly set in motion over 200 years ago by America’s Founding Fathers.

From the streets of Copenhagen to the catacombs of Salzburg to the rugged mountains of Utah, the grim specter of the Civil War looms as a dangerous conspiracy gathers power. Malone risks life, liberty, and his greatest love in a race for the truth about Abraham Lincoln —- while the fate of the United States of America hangs in the balance.

Wednesday Whisper ~ A Knight’s Vow

August 17th, 2016

We were talking about this book at the luncheon I was just at put on by Reana Malori and Eve Vaughn. This was my first published book. Since then I’ve done more edits and changed a few things around but Marcus and Kit’s story still sticks with me. I love it.

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Katrina “Kit” Lawson goes on a camping trip only to awaken in twelfth century England. She’s lost her horse, her time, and from the sword at her throat, most likely her freedom. Her captor however, allows her to remain unconfined and she fights her attraction for the baron as she searches for a way home.

 

Marcus Quinn, Baron of Blackthorne, is one of the king’s legendary knights, known as The Devil. Until he meets this woman who goes by the name Kit, he believed himself ready for anything. Unlike any woman he’s ever met, she continually challenges him, pushes him, and enthralls him. Day by day she ingrains herself further into his life, changing it for the better. Unfortunately, the king has plans for him, plans that don’t include Kit. He knows he has to let her go but he rebels against the very idea.

 

When she vanishes, he vows he will find her once more. Will these two lovers find a way to be together for all time? Can Kit trust that once made it will never be broken? Perhaps. It is after all, A KNIGHT’S VOW.

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Trim but definitely not little; perhaps, fit would be a better word. Her hair was short and tightly curled. It looked puffy and gleamed. When he had her on his horse, he’d smelled something subtle. Fresh. Unique. The cut of her hair showed her neck, unlike women he knew who covered their hair and neck. Her height indicative of how she would fit nicely under his chin. Eyes that were a steely gray currently were calm as they observed, straightforward, him in return. There was intelligence and suspicion lingering in their depths. Her smooth, healthy skin shone a darker tan, creating a magnificent background for her dazzling white, even teeth. Her nose was petite and slightly flat. She had full lips that just cried out to be kissed. She was, in a word, exotic. Very much so. Very alluring. Thick dark lashes framed her eyes, giving her a hooded sensual gaze without even trying. His cock pushed against his braies even more.

“What are you doing here, Katrina Lawson?” Marcus finally broke the silence, stopping the direction of his thoughts. “Where do you come from? What is your purpose here, and how is it you travel with no escort?”

He would discover the truth. She would answer all his questions, and that would be that. In no way would he allow her to realize the effect her appearance had on his body. She leaned back in the chair with a small shake of her head, appearing completely comfortable with her surroundings. “Look, last thing I knew I was falling asleep in the mountains by my home. I’m from Wyoming. You know, the United States. Where am I, and how did you get here? Although I’m getting a horrible feeling that I’m the one who has been misplaced.”

She spoke that last sentence so quietly he almost didn’t hear it. She may truly well be insane. And, perhaps, she’s not as calm as she is letting on. “What means this Why-ohm-in? What are these United States? I do not understand what they are. Explain. Why were you sleeping by a stream? Have you no home?”

She lifted an eyebrow in his direction. “They are states, you know, as in the fifty states? America? Land of the free, home of the brave. That United States. That’s where I’m from. I was out camping; that’s why I was by the stream. Just like I said, I was doing that near my home. Let me ask you something, now. Can you tell me where I am? And, what year is it?” She worried her hands, and her lip, she rolled in her teeth.

“This is England. It is the year of our Lord eleven hundred and three.”

Watching You

August 16th, 2016

This week, I’m going to give you a small teaser from my upcoming novella, Watching You.

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“Are you seriously kidding me with this luck right now?” Teena Mason kicked the front tire of her government issue SUV only to swear once more as pain radiated through her foot and on to her leg. The steam rising from the hood did little to improve her mood. “Figures. The one time I step up and be nice to my coworker, I get stranded.” She threw her arms up. “In Texas. On some hot ass day that I’m sure means Satan is renting out his home, to take a vacation somewhere nice and cool.”

She winced from her dramatic behavior. “Shouldn’t have done that,” she muttered. She still bore battle scars from her latest assignment, injured ribs. “My fault. Should have known better.”

Teena dug her cell phone out of her suit coat pocket and wished she wore a skimpy camisole and short shorts instead. This pantsuit was hell.

“See that, Satan. I’m apparently now in your armpit. I want to leave. I have places to be.” Namely, her place in New Orleans, Louisiana. “Of course, no bars.” She moved back to the open passenger door. It may be Texas and it may be out in the middle of nowhere but she hadn’t lost the good sense God gave her to be hanging out on the side closest to the road. The interior was its own personal circle of hell as she sat on the seat, trying to activate her GPS service to call for assistance.

Nothing happened when she turned the key. At all. She rubbed the back of her neck and groaned. Not even any juice to call for help. Hopping down, she trekked to the back and opened the rear door. Reaching in, she drew out a bottle of water and uncapped it before indulging. There was an entire case in there. A habit she’d been ingrained with many years ago. With two more in hand, she returned to the front passenger seat.

Not even a breeze could be mustered up to blow and help alleviate the heat. She kept checking her phone, hoping a signal would decide to miraculously appear. No such luck. She also didn’t leave the safety of the truck, that would have also been an insane move. Here she had shelter, water, and the chance of being passed by a truck, car…hell, even a tractor.

She chuckled. “I’d take a ride on a tractor if it got me to a phone that worked.”

When the sun had begun lowering in the sky, she wanted nothing more than a shower and a bed. “Christ, I’m going to be sleeping in this damn vehicle. You owe me big, Jason.”

She leaned back in the seat and used a damp paper towel to dab the sweat off her face and neck. The whoop, whoop behind her, had her cranking her head around to peer out the window.

A large, older SUV with a cherry bar on top had pulled up and stopped, lights flashing.

“Thank God.” She settled back in her seat.

“Evening.”

How does one sound so damn chipper in this heat? Even Satan would be in a mood. But this man—at least his voice—sounded in a good mood.

“Hi,” she said angling her body toward the man in uniform.

“You having car trouble?”

She bit back her sarcastic remark. No sense in picking a fight with the local LEOs. “Yes, sir. It up and died on me. Was steaming but now, won’t even turn over a tiny bit. Is there a town nearby I could get some help from? I don’t have any signal here for my phone.”

He crossed his arms over a barrel like chest. “Lot of dead spots along this here road.”

“Figures, there would be in hell,” she muttered. She sat forward and reached for her purse.

“Hands on the dash, nice and easy.” The good mood had slipped away leaving with it the serious business tone of a cop.

Teena followed his demand, moving slow so he didn’t spook. “Teena Mason, US Marshal.” She placed her hands on the hot dashboard, biting back her moan of discomfort from both ribs and palms.

“Badge.”

“Left inside pocket of my suit coat.” She ground her teeth, pissed at herself for not identifying herself when he first arrived.

“Two fingers, right hand. Then transfer to your left and give it to me.”

“Sure.”

He snatched it from her.

She watched from the corner of her eye, having replaced her hand on the dash once it had been passed over.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I’ll never hear the end of this now, when it gets back to them. The people she worked with would have a field day with this.

“Sorry about that,” he said, the deep Texas twang rolling off his tongue.

“I understand. You’re just doing your job.” Teena put her badge back. “You saw a gun and reacted. No harm, no foul.”