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Teaser Tuesday ~ Saffron by Taige Crenshaw & Aliyah Burke

Tuesday, August 14th, 2018

Book 4 in Kemet Uncovered series.

I am nature’s representative. I give my voice when the earth cannot. My work sent me on an intersecting course with a stubborn, arrogant, and hard-headed man named, Kenric Annson.

Although I don’t understand him I can’t help but be attracted to him. His smouldering looks and heated caresses have rattled me unlike any before him. The cosmos have an interesting sense of humour.

Me, who has lived longer than he could possibly imagine can be struck mute by something so simple as his touch. What’s a goddess to do when she wants the one man who has the means destroy her beloved earth? Kill him? Save him?



“Look here, damn it, I don’t need any fucking geo—freak coming in here and telling me what I can and can’t do!” Kenric Annson shouted into the phone. “I’m here doing my goddamn job. It’s not like it’s a picnic out here where you can walk up the street to Starbucks for a venti mocha. There’s wars going on around here, and sending some pencil pusher down isn’t going to do a damn thing, except complicate things. My men and I are busy enough without the added job of babysitting.”

The response he received only infuriated him further. After cursing a streak at the dial tone in his ear he slammed the phone down.

“You okay, Boss?”

The question came from Shade, one of the workers on this crew. Actually, Shade was his next in command. Kenric only knew him as Shade and that was fine. He trusted him with his life—hell, Shade could call himself Tinkerbell if he wanted to. Shade was a huge, muscular man with braided hair, which he kept confined to a ponytail most of the time. A goatee and dark brown skin completed the package. The man looked downright lethal standing there with his personal arsenal strapped to him. Everyone respected him.

“Hell, no.” He popped his neck and sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed.

“What’s up?”

“That was Frank.”

Shade groaned and rolled his eyes as he snipped the end off a cigar. Frank Grimmel was technically the boss down here. Frank was only here since his brother owned the company. However, as far as Kenric and the others were concerned, he was a waste of sperm. It was part of the reason everyone called Kenric ‘Boss’, to add another dig into Frank’s authority. “What’d the dumbass want?”

“He’s sending us a civilian.”

“What!” Shade looked over the top of his mirrored sunglasses and stared while he lit his cigar, the smoke curling up and around his face like a snake.

“Yes, something about this doctor being able to help us find the natural gas pockets faster, and dig for them safer.”

A snort of derision. “Does he not get this isn’t your America? That, while we’re digging, we have men standing guard? Hell, even when we’re not.” Shade shook his head. “I mean, even Frank has two men guard him the rare occasions he’s here.”

Kenric shrugged and got up to lean against the wall near the window. He stared outside at the steppe, only to turn fully and brace a hand against the pane of glass, warmed from the summer sun.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered. “A fuckin’ rock doc.”

Shade cleared his throat. “Boss.”

“Yeah?” He continued to stare out over the brush and scrub.

“We have company.”

He spun around and found himself staring at a woman. A gorgeous woman. Whose skin, the colour of melted caramel, covered an amazing body. One reminiscent of an old pin—up girl, nothing but swells, dips, and curves.

Oh fuck.

Her black hair was drawn back from haughty facial features by a tight bun. On her face was a cool look of dismissal. Her navy-blue skirt suit brought some other things to mind and he felt his body respond. Almost violently. Her dark brown eyes were framed by thick, sooty lashes. She had full lips that shone with a clear lip gloss.

In one hand she held a black briefcase. He’d never seen anyone so determined to dress severely and look so damn hot. He allowed himself one more leisurely perusal of her fuck—me heels, long legs, then up over nice breasts and an amazing—even with the hint of the superbia—face.

Hellfire and damnation. I would love to see her in a bikini. Or nothing at all. He spied Shade staring at her too, and for some reason it pissed him off. From deep within, a rush of anger coursed through him at the thought of Shade even touching this woman. Why is she looking at him?

Teaser Tuesday ~ Risky Pleasures

Tuesday, August 7th, 2018

After years of attraction, is it worth the risk?

Delicia Wright is an EMT in her hometown of McKingley, New Mexico. A confident young woman who could handle anything life threw at her, or so she believed. How conveniently she forgot the one man in town who could turn her into a babbling idiot. He was a hard man to forget, but she managed to put him in the back of her mind, along with all her fantasies of the two of them.

Archer Bennett is a through and through blue-collar man who has callouses on his hands and—most of the time—grease under his nails. He knows hard work. Unfortunately for him, the woman he desires above all else was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and to some of her family he would always be ‘the boy from the wrong side of the tracks’. So for now, all he can do is observe her from a distance.

When the opportunity arises he makes known his attraction to her and is ecstatic to know she feels the same. But with interfering family and a past that seems destined to return and bite him, can Archer convince her the best pleasures are risky pleasures?


Delicia Wright kept her breathing even as she pounded along the trail. The early spring air helped her stay cool and, given the low humidity in New Mexico, the sweat dried almost immediately. A swift glance to the watch on her right wrist told her she was on pace with her self-imposed time. Seven more miles to go. Come on, we can do this, she gave herself the usual pep talk. The upbeat music of The Black Eyed Peas played in her ears as she continued the remainder of her fifteen mile run. She could feel her body begin to tremble with exhaustion.

Suck it up, Delicia. If you wanted easy, we wouldn’t be training for a triathlon.

She lost herself in the rhythmic feel of her feet stomping along the hard-packed dirt trail. Tired, hot and sweating, she checked her time when she reached the end of her run. Hands on her hips, she walked herself around to cool her body down. This was her year to do better. She’d trained harder than ever before, going farther than the actual triathlon would be.

It was three months away. And I’m ready. A satisfied smile turned up her lips as she moved to her bike. She entered the combination before unfastening the cable from where it secured her bike to the tree then stowed it before slowly straddling the bicycle. Delicia fastened her helmet and sighed. She pulled her water bottle from the back of her jersey, drank some then placed the container on the bike.

“Time to get home for a shower. And some food.”

She removed one ear bud to hear traffic. Foot on the pedal, she pressed on it and looked up when a large truck drove by, then backed up to turn in the entrance to the pull off for the trailhead. She stared at the vehicle when it pulled before her. A white quad cab Dodge Dually. Shit!

The passenger window lowered and she found herself staring at a man who’d always made her feel like a babbling idiot. Archer Bennett. Country music poured from the cab and she fought off a shiver when he dipped his head to the side, exposing those damnable indigo eyes of his from behind his dark brown hair. Not black like a lot of people thought—it was just very dark brown.

Delicia hadn’t any clue why he affected her this way. It was just how it was.

“Mornin’, Delicia,” he said, in that unhurried way of his which never failed to make her toes curl and skin tingle.

Dah-lish-a was how it sounded—damn near X-rated coming from his mouth. Almost everyone else called her Lis. Not him. The rare times they ran into each other and he would speak to her, it was Delicia.

“Archer,” she replied.

He remained silent while his gaze travelled over her sweaty body. Before she knew what had happened, he stood before her. Six feet tall, hard muscular body, dark brown hair and those blue eyes. His torn jeans moulded to his legs and he wore a white shirt, which only amplified his tannedned skin and the strength of his upper body.

“Come on,” he uttered.

She stared at his hand. Long, strong fingers, short, square nails. Swallowing, she looked back up at him.


“You look like you’re about to fall over. I’m giving you a ride home. Now either get off the bike or I’ll remove you from it.”

A thousand things ran through her mind to say. She should protest. She should stay on the bike just to have him put his hands upon her. But she didn’t. With a nod, she got off the bicycle and removed her helmet. Archer stepped forward, effortlessly lifted it and carefully placed it in the bed of his truck. Then he took the helmet and dropped it in there as well.

Teaser Tuesday ~ Linc by Taige Crenshaw & Aliyah Burke

Tuesday, July 31st, 2018

Book 3 in Kemet Uncovered series

I am of the primordial chaos before the world’s creation. Older than Ra himself. A component of those who constitute the Ogdoad. I am of the water, existing in a cold world. Until her.

They call her Chaya. She has brought me light. She is my whole world. However, I am not hers for she lives for another. If I am to get her, I must acquire the deepest part of her heart. For I don’t want a mere moment, nor the time of her mortal life. No, that is far too short. I want this enchantress for eternity. And when one is immortal, like I am, eternity is truly forever.



He was back.


And watching her.


Readjusting her hold on the large, grey bin, Chaya Stevenson ignored the bead of sweat that trailed between her breasts, the man who made her have incredible dreams of passionate nights and mind-blowing sex, and got back to the task at hand. Bussing tables.

She lifted the plates—still with food remnants on them—and placed them in the container braced on her hip. Allowing herself one final peek at the man who, for the last three weeks, had come in every night she worked, she admired his looks.

He carried himself in such a way that it screamed ‘capable’ and ‘powerful’. His hair was buzzed to about half an inch in length and his skin reminded her of smooth, melted, dark chocolate. A large man. Not fat large, no—there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was muscular. Yet even that wasn’t an overblown feature like some weightlifters acquired. His muscles seemed…natural.

Add to that the way his clothes fitted and she never lacked for a star player in her dreams. Tonight he was wearing blue jeans and a white button-down that had the top few pearly buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up, showcasing well—built forearms.

When Lottie, the waitress, sauntered over to him, coffee pot in hand, Chaya bit back her snarl of frustration, neither understanding nor appreciative of the jealousy that coursed through her.

What right do I have to be jealous over a man whose name I don’t even know?

She dropped the remaining silverware into the bin and made short work of wiping the table before making the trek back into the kitchen.

“You get lost out there?” asked Tom, the cook.

“Thought I’d just take a break and shop for a while,” she retorted, a half smile on her face.

“Hope you brought me something,” the man said.

“Sure did. Dirty dishes.”

She flashed him a wide grin as she took her place by the sinks and began to wash. The loud, powerful spray halted her conversation with Tom for the time being. As she worked she ignored the ache in her lower back and focused on why she had taken the second job.


She shook her hand and removed everything from her mind other than work. Now was not the time for dwelling on the past.

When her shift was over, she exited out the back. The cold air whipped around the building, slamming into her with considerable force, and she tugged her coat tighter while hastening her steps. Piedmont was a town along the Canadian border. Their winters sure got cold. Although not winter yet, if this was any indication of what was to come, it was going to be a long one. She climbed into her older model Toyota 4 Runner and started the ignition.

A shiver skated up her spine and she snapped her head up. Scanning the dimly lit area, she searched for the source of the feeling. Off to the right she saw a figure hidden in the shadows and thoughts immediately returned to the man from the diner.

Cripes, get a grip, she admonished herself.

Nevertheless. The fact remained that it had been him she’d thought about, mostly because the shiver she had experienced was similar to the ones he gave her when he stared at her inside the diner—sexual in nature.

As she drove away, she stole a final glance in the rear-view mirror. The air seemed to shimmer before…nothing.

Biting back a curse, she gave her driving all her attention and chalked her imagination up to being exhausted and horny. And hungry. Her stomach rumbled and she peered sideways at the bag sitting on the passenger seat with her meal in it.

Once in her driveway, she hurried inside. Sara Kelly lifted her bent head. Her blue eyes twinkled and she got to her feet.

“Hi,” Sara said.

“Evening, Sara. How was he?”

Sara smiled and shrugged her shoulders, blonde hair moving in time with her movements. “Excellent. He’s very excited about the start of hockey season.”

Teaser Tuesday ~ Devi by Taige Crenshaw & Aliyah Burke

Sunday, July 29th, 2018

Book 2 in Kemet Uncovered series

I am the goddess of time, immorality, and the cycle of life/death. Slow to anger, easy to smile.

Now I work with babies and the young of humans since they are innocents. It was there I met him. Rhodes Liatos.

A man unlike any I’ve known before. He challenges my disheartened beliefs of the human race. He has taught me many things one of which was how to love. He is a man who loves life and has no fear of death, what happens when he learns who I truly am?


Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs, Colorado


The air flowed over her, crisp and cool. Petner stared out over Cathedral Valley. Around her, rock climbers called to one another as they scaled different formations in the park. One of her favourite spots in this entire country—perhaps in the world. All the different visual displays, the beauty it exuded and the calm it brought her only enhanced her attachment to the park. You could see Pikes Peak when you entered the park, and the views offered were nothing short of spectacular.

knew every inch of the place, having come here on numerous occasions with friends to hike, rock climb, horseback ride, bike and more. There was something for everyone.

She sighed and turned to leave, only to find herself face to face with a man she’d never seen before. He had a cap pulled low over his eyes, shielding his features from her and rendering himself unrecognisable. Tall and beefy, he could pose a threat…to most.

She blinked and glanced down at her watch. She was close to running late.

“Morning,” she said calmly, and made to move beyond him.

“I don’t think so,” he said in a low, gravelled tone. He moved one arm, opening his unbuttoned, long-sleeved shirt, exposing the butt of a gun stuck down his waistband. “You and me, over there.” He jerked his head to the side, indicating where he wanted her to go.

She sighed.

What a way to ruin my morning.

A couple with a young girl came around the corner of the path, and nodded before stepping closer to him. She didn’t want him to panic and shoot one of the passers-by, because that would really piss her off. With a smile pasted on her face, she exchanged morning pleasantries with the passing trio. Once it was just her and the unknown man with his gun, he took her arm and led her into a small copse of trees at the base of a hogback rock formation, out of view. The ‘hogback’ name came from the ridge and its resemblance to the knobby spine between a hog’s shoulders.

“Any sound and I’ll shoot you,” he growled, shoving her towards a tree.

righted herself, turned, crossed her arms and glared at him. “Like a gunshot won’t bring people running to investigate.”

He seemed taken aback by her unwillingness to cooperate with him, and withdrew the gun, waving it at her. “Undress.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Did you know there are over three thousand acres that make up this park?” she asked conversationally. “A person could be dead out here for a long time before anyone found them. I mean, really, how often do they conduct a thorough search of every single acre?”

“Shut up!” he demanded.

“Why? You’re not going to shoot me and I’m not undressing for you to put your slimy paws on me.”

“Are you stupid? I’m holding a gun on you. I could just shoot you,” he spat.

“You imbecilic human,” she growled. “Always thinking just because you have some form of weapon you are stronger. I dislike men who threaten women—especially me. Give me your gun.” She held out her hand palm up, beckoning with her fingers.

Teaser Tuesday ~ The Best Thing Yet

Tuesday, July 24th, 2018

All it takes is a single glance.

Arissa Wright loved her job as an Emergency Room doctor in Chicago. She was scheduled for this overdue vacation before she began getting ready for her new job, in her hometown of McKingley, New Mexico. Returning home was leaving her with a lot of mixed emotions and this vacation was just what she needed. What she hadn’t counted on was the man she met on the fourteen day cruise in the Caribbean.

Deiter Schneider worked for the government as a translator. He loved his job, for it allowed him to travel all over, meeting new people and seeing new places. But he needed a break, and for that reason, he found himself booked on a Caribbean cruise. When he saw this one woman, he had to stop and introduce himself.

Each day they spend together lounging and just enjoying the amenities the ship has to offer, from the casino to the midnight chocolate buffet, saving a passenger’s life to dining with the captain. They each fall deeper for the other. After they part, they wonder if they’ll ever meet again. When they do, it’s a surprising reunion and Deiter must convince her that their future together is the best thing yet.


Somewhere in the Caribbean

Arissa smiled as she lounged on a padded chaise. In one hand she held an iced tea with lemon and in the other was a romance book, Rarities Incorporated, a compilation of three stories in one. And an awesome read. This is the life. A fourteen day cruise was the best thing she could have taken. Even though this was only day two, Arissa found herself totally relaxed.

A shadow fell over her and she glanced up. What met her stare made her heart leap up into her throat. Damnation, he’s fine. The man before her was in incredible shape. She scanned up his form as her doctor’s brain categorised what she saw.

Six feet two inches of well-muscled, Caucasian male. He had tanned skin, blue-grey eyes, an amazing white smile and blondish-brown hair cropped close to his head. His dark blue shirt hugged his chest in a way that made her envision herself removing it. The sleeves were tight against his upper arms like they struggled to contain the muscles. Gaze travelling lower, she took in the white shorts and the strong legs emerging from them.

Teaser Tuesday ~ All the Wright Moves

Tuesday, July 10th, 2018

An attraction that was right from their first meeting.

Savvy software designer Warwick Taylor’s multi-billion dollar corporation develops cutting edge computer technology. He had made lots of sacrifices—personal and professional—to get where he is. The loss of his wife many years ago has taught him many tough lessons about life and love. Time was precious and you must take every moment as it comes. During the installation of the computer donation he made to a local community centre, Warwick is swept away by the dedication of the centre’s owner. Deciding to take a chance, Warwick opens himself to the possibilities…

After years of hard work, Katiya Wright finally has her community centre, The Oasis, running smoothly. The large donation of computers for her new computer program is a godsend. The man who comes to set them up makes her break her no dating rule. When she finds out who he really is she knows that he is way above what she is used to. Warwick however has other ideas and refuses to be pushed aside. He challenges Katiya to step out of her preconceived notions and give them a chance.

Will they have enough to sustain this unexpected meeting? Can she get past their differences and see him as the man he is… the man that may be the Wright move to make.


Katiya Wright stopped only after a step into the open doorway. The sight before her made her breath catch and she leaned against the doorframe for support and to view the tight jeans hugging a firm ass. The man bent, stretching the already fitted jeans taut. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Her gaze travelled from the ass to muscular legs that bulged enticingly as he stood. She retraced her path back up to a bottom that should be declared illegal to a tapered waist, and a back that rippled with muscles visible through his shirt across his broad shoulders. The man shifted to the side as he lifted the computer monitor onto the desk. Katiya snapped out of her daze, glancing away from his luscious body.

The large room, which had been empty a few days earlier, was now filled with over fifty individual oak desks, office chairs and a file cabinet with a printer on it. It was as she’d envisioned, each work area set up like an office. She walked over to the desk closest to her and touched the last item that she knew had arrived today. A complete computer system with all the bells and whistles sat on top of the desk. A look at the screen showed it was installing some sort of software. With another glance around the room she noted that the systems were almost all set up. She returned her attention to the lone man still installing the computers and wondered where the rest of the work crew was.

A flare of interest filled her as she watched him work. With efficient moves he hooked up all the cables. Moments later he flipped on the system, punched a few keys, and the Windows logo came up. The man moved onto another desk and bent to pick up another computer out of a new box. She tried to figure out why she seemed to be attracted to him. It had been years since she’d had even a minuscule amount of interest in anyone. She hadn’t even seen his face nor had any interaction with him. Katiya continued to study him. She should probably let him know she was there, but she didn’t want to break the moment and continued to watch as he set up another system and moved onto another.

Snap out of it. No dating, she reminded herself. Clearing her throat, she walked over to the man. He stiffened and straightened from the box he was unpacking.

“Everything is looking great.” She glanced around again, pleased that her vision was finally taking shape.

Katiya turned to look at him again then stopped. Damn, he’s even more captivating up close. His dark, brooding eyes studied her silently. Black shaggy shoulder length hair framed a tanned, craggy face. He wasn’t what she’d call typically handsome, but something about him made her want to look at him more than once. With large blunt fingers, he pushed back his hair from his face. He dwarfed her five feet nine inches-he had to be at least over six feet tall.

“There are just a few more systems left to set up in here.”

His deep, bassy baritone set off a clenching sensation in the base of her stomach.

Control yourself. Katiya took a calming breath. “Yes, I see that. I’m surprised that there aren’t more techs helping to get it done.”

“There were, but they are setting up the other systems for the centre offices,” he replied.

Katiya frowned. “What? The donation was only for these systems.” She motioned to the computers around the room.


“Katiya. Katiya Wright. No need for the Miss.” She paused. “I don’t understand. Why are computers being installed in the centre offices?”

“Katiya Wright. You’re the owner of The Oasis, I’m pleased to meet you.” He reached out and shook her hand. “You’re doing some great things with the community centre. As for the reason why the centre’s offices are being set up too. Do you realise how outdated your systems are?” The man cocked his head to the side, studying her.

She ignored the flash of pleasure that filled her at his touch and statement about her work at the centre.

“I know they are but this”-she gestured to the systems again-“was more important to get than computers for our offices. What does-?”

“Why didn’t you just ask for a donation that included the centre offices?”

Katiya narrowed her eyes. She didn’t appreciate his almost chastising tone, but instead of replying in anger, she put on her ‘diplomatic mask’.

Teaser Tuesday ~ Talios by Taige Crenshaw & Aliyah Burke

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2018

Book 1 in the Kemet Uncovered series.

I am of war and have no home that I call my own. Destruction was my closest bedfellow until I was given to a goddess to pay my penance. Now set free I am adrift with my nomadic ways. Home for me is just a place to rest until I move on to another. I know I do not deserve a place or anyone to call mine. Yet I cannot resist her.

Candace Jermaine is everything I long for but cannot dare to expect for my own. She is a woman whose heart is so big that it shines from her with a sultry innocence that I find intoxicating. A scientist who is so dedicated to her work that she shuts all else out. Including me. I question if this is but another test.

Another form of penance for all the destructiveness I wrought… but I have found I do not care. She is in my blood. Candace is the other half of my soul. Something I never expected to find. Yet I wonder can I, a god who is newly free of the bonds of my past, find a future with a woman who shakes me to my very core. I need Candace more than I ever expected that I would. My need for her goes outside the bounds of her humanity. I want her to join me in forever and beyond.


Candace Jermaine sat up with a sigh. She took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose before taking the time to actually set the offending things down on the pearl-grey Formica countertop.

Her glasses lay in the newly clean spot. When she’d sat down earlier, there had been a huge stack of papers sitting there that she had needed to review and double-check. Rolling her head on her neck, she groaned when she saw the time.

“I’ve been sitting here for five hours?”

Candace used her foot to push her chair across the cool floor to where her drink was, picked it up and took a healthy swallow. Lukewarm, but still refreshing. She shifted in her chair and closed her eyes against the brilliance of the fluorescent bulbs that filled the otherwise silent room with their incessant buzzing.

Candace knew she didn’t have to do all the work in the lab on her own, but she was overly picky.

“But damn if it isn’t hard and time-consuming to double-check the spelling on each taxonomic classification.”

Candace Jermaine worked at New Mexico’s Palaeontology Centre in Taos. She loved her job, regardless of how tedious logging data on extinct animals could be, making sure they were all spelt correctly and updating new information that came in.

She was good at her job and found extinct animals fascinating. When they had lived. Where they had lived. How and when they had died out. Looking at samples under a high- powered microscope to see the curve of the hair, the exact shape of the tooth—any number of things.

“Okay. I’m done. I need food and air.” Opening her eyes, she heaved a sigh as she climbed out of her comfortable chair. “Ohh.” She moaned as her lower body tingled and she felt blood flow freely as the circulation returned to her veins. “Well, that hurt.” Candace shook her head at her actions. Like she could spring up after sitting near-motionless for five hours.

It didn’t take long before everything was stored in the proper place and the lab was spotless. Candace picked up her car keys and grabbed her purse, then hit the switch that stopped the hum of the lights. She walked out of the door, pulling it shut behind her.

The dry desert air that greeted her was stagnant. Still, the view before her eyes was amazing. There was nothing like looking out at the mountains—they were so beautiful. The Sangre de Cristo Mountains could engage all of her time if she let them.

She felt the cry more than she heard it. If not for the feelings it evoked within her, she would have claimed it was nothing but her overactive imagination and hunger feeding a delusion. No air moved, but she could see the flocks of birds taking to the sky like the hounds of hell were after them.

Within her own body she could still feel the powerful rumble that seemed more like a roar than a cry. It moved through her system, touching all her synapses like she was standing out on the tarmac while an MD-11 airliner landed next to her.

No matter how astounding the effect was, it lasted maybe a millisecond. But it was long enough to awaken something deep within her. Something that, until that moment, Candace had never known she possessed.

Tuesday Teaser ~ Code Name: Papa

Tuesday, June 26th, 2018


Opening the station’s door, he muttered as he walked into a wall of heated air, this time combined with the pungent stench of unwashed bodies. He should have expected there would be no respite from the heat in here.

The next second, all thoughts of the heat vanished. At least the kind from the sun. A very loud and unfortunately familiar voice rang out with explicit threats to a certain part of male anatomy.

Beckett’s steps faltered until he managed to shove the past where the voice had come from—behind him. He fisted his hands briefly, nails biting into his palms. Blinking as his eyes adjusted, he scanned the room. Two cops, both sporting serious scowls, and the person he knew was his retrieval. His heart thudded.

After all this time…now, now she showed back up in his life? She looked less than thrilled to see him. Not that it shut her up.

“Damn you!” she screamed, jerking against the bench to which they’d cuffed her. “Let me go!”

How’d Bogie put it? Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she…

It took all he had not to stare at her and memorize every inch. Her. Indigo Grey. At one time his partner—in more ways than one—until she’d vanished. Off the grid. Gone dark. Now, almost eight years later, here she was. As beautiful as the day she’d left his life. Perhaps more so. Smooth dark skin, full lips, and her brown eyes that currently flashed with anger.

Code Name Papa


Tuesday Teaser ~ Dutch & Lobo

Tuesday, June 19th, 2018


“Lobo.” He spoke as he fell into step beside her.

She paused to glance up at him and he stopped right along with her. “Oh, it’s you.”

That smarted. He wasn’t sure what to think of her response.

“Yes, me. Dutch.”

Her full lips twitched. “Dutch, right. Just like Arnold in Predator.” She shook her head. “Something I can do for you?”

He’d seen Predator once, after a member of the British SBS plied him with the nickname. Shoving the memory back, he struggled with the impulse to salute her for all the warmth in her tone. She threw him. Most women fawned over his looks and would love any attention he heaped upon them. He was after all, not without manners, and let’s not forget, a Marine. An elite warrior and here in this jungle, unique to the normal flavors. This woman was different. He angled his body to block her forward movement.

One arched brow—the one with her rainbow titanium segment ring—rose as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets and rocked back on the heels of her black combat boots. She didn’t say a word, just watched him.

“Care for some company?” Did he sound desperate? Perhaps.

“You don’t even know where I’m going.”

He blinked and watched her. He wanted to touch her smooth dark skin and follow the path he made with his fingers using his tongue. He’d never met a woman before who smelled so pure. No scented soaps or lotions. Just clean woman.
She unwrapped a toothpick and put it in her mouth. “This some kind of joke with you and the rest of your team, Dutch? See if you can get me into bed.”
He stepped closer admiring how she refused to back up, even if she did have to tip her head to maintain eye contact. “I’ve already had you in bed, engel.”

In the Trenches


Tuesday Teaser ~ May You Always

Tuesday, June 12th, 2018


Well,” she said. “We are down to the last five women up for bidding. Thank you to everyone who’s come out to participate in this event. I have to be honest, this next woman, I’m told, she can be a bit moody.” A nearly sadistic grin. “But the card says she has a good heart and cares about others. So, we’re starting the bidding at five hundred for her. Fresh from Miami, my sister Karma.”

To Sherri’s left, Karma walked onstage, clad in a shimmering, silvery white dress as the rest of the women had been. Unlike with them, he stood straighter. Karma looked good. Damn good.

“F*** me,” he muttered before whistling low. He worked his gaze up her body. Silver stilettos which crossed up her ankles to tie off in a bow mid-calf. The dress was a second skin. His entire body jerked. The sides were cut out and covered with a silver, sheer lace. The loop around her neck, holding up the dress, also done in silver.

“Five hundred,” a man called out, and the bidding war was on.

Holt couldn’t look away. Everything about her was elegant and totally not the girl he attended school with. She’s no girl. Karma is all woman.

“Thirty-five hundred.”

He blinked as he realized he was missing the bidding.

“Four thousand.” The bid was made with some glee.

Like hell. “Ten thousand to end the bidding.”