Today’s Throwback Thursday excerpt is from Savage Hunger! savagehunger

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Crossing the room to the dresser, he pulled out one of the drawers. “Go ahead and get yourself settled in. Here’s a T-shirt you can throw on for bed. Unless you want to sleep in that dress.”

She made no effort to catch the shirt he tossed at her.

“You have clothes here?” she asked skeptically.

“Not mine personally. All our safe houses are stocked with them. We need to
be prepared to stay for awhile.” He shut the drawer. “There are also some packages of underwear in there. Not exactly the silk and lace type of stuff, but I bet you can pull it off.”

Sienna’s face reddened and the glare she turned on him should’ve had the effect of a cold shower. Instead he found himself getting hard. Dammit, what was it about her that turned him on? She could be scrubbing toilets and he’d find it sexy. And this is why you’ve stayed away from her for the past six years.

“When are you going to tell me more about you guys?” she asked as she tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen free.

Before he could answer, his gaze caught on the flash of silver. He stepped forward and pulled her hand forward, circling her wrist with his fingers and touching the thin bracelet that lay there.

His chest tightened and he frowned, lifting his gaze to hers again. “You still have this?”

A pretty flush filled Sienna’s cheeks and her mouth tightened. “It went with the dress.” She tugged her wrist away and cleared her throat. “You didn’t answer my question.”

All thoughts of the bracelet and what it symbolized abandoned his mind and he bit back a sigh. “No, I didn’t and I don’t have time now. We’ll talk later.”

“Wow, that sounds a bit like déjà vu,” she mocked, her fists clenching and her mouth tightening. “How much later? I’ve been dragged to a safe house by men dressed up like G.I. Joe on crack. I mean, come on already, Warrick. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“You’ll get an explanation later, Sienna. And then I’ll get mine,” he warned her but felt no triumph when her face lost color at his warning. Turning he headed toward the door. “Because you will explain to me just how the hell you’re involved with this goddamned mess.”

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Throwback Thursday is an excerpt from Anybody but Justin, from the Chances Are series.

The line between friends and lovers can get a little blurry…especially when you add tequila.

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Anybody but JustinEXCERPT

“Look at me, Gab.”

Her shoulders rose with the deep breath she dragged in, and then she tilted her head to give him a sideways glance. Her eyes were carefully schooled. He knew that look. She’d come to poker night too many times with the guys for him to not recognize that you won’t get shit out of me look.

“I want you to be completely honest with me,” he said quietly and tightened his grip on her hand—her dainty, soft hand. His brows drew together. Had her hands always been this feminine?

“Okay.” She arched an eyebrow. “Are you going to ask it?”

He shook his head, wondering how the hell she was managing to get him so damn flustered.

“Yeah. I’m gonna ask it,” he said gruffly and then focused his attention on her face again. “Did you move out because of that night?”

The only sign that he’d shocked her was the slight widening of her eyes. But then she narrowed them just as quickly and a sardonic grin slipped across her mouth.

“That night? Ah, Justin, you’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that. We lived together for a couple of years.”

“Damn it, Gab. Don’t pull that crap on me. Anyone else might buy it, but I don’t.” He scowled. “You know exactly which night I’m talking about.”

Her fingers arched against his hand, but he didn’t loosen his grip. The slight smell of sweat from their run lingered in the room, with the overlying scent of her lotion. Some melon thing she’d worn the entire time he’d known her. It had never seemed seductive before, but now…

She lowered her gaze from his and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before retreating safely back into her mouth.

Desire stirred low in his groin and his next breath in wasn’t quite as steady. Jesus. He still wanted her.

The idea rocked him to his core.

Bad idea, Justin.

“Are you telling me—” He leaned forward and caught her chin, his face just inches from hers. Very bad idea, Justin. “—that you don’t remember this?”

The need to remind her of that night consumed him. Her eyes widened in trepidation, just before he lowered his mouth down onto hers.

So soft. So sweet.

When she would have pushed him away, he moved his palm to her back and held her still, moving his mouth against hers.

Half a year. How had he gone a half a year without her? And why had it taken two years for them to reach this level of intimacy?

His tongue teased the crease of her mouth open, and then slid inside to taste her.

The angry sound she made morphed into a frustrated moan and finally one of surrender. Her tongue moved out to meet his—almost angry in the bold strokes she made to tease him.

Justin’s blood pounded through his veins. His entire being focused on the smell of her, the press of her breasts against his chest, and the soft sounds she made as she kissed him back. Sounds that alternated between pleasure and frustration.

Her hands slid up to his shoulders to wrap around his neck, pressing her body snugger against his. The scrape of her hardened nipples against his chest sent another rush of blood to his cock, bringing it fully erect. He groaned, grateful for his loose running pants.

He explored her mouth thoroughly, teasing the hidden spots before returning to spar with her tongue.

His hands, which had been resting on her waist, slid up her ribcage to just under her breasts.

He barely hesitated before sweeping his thumbs up to stroke over the tight peaks of her breasts. He lifted his lips from hers just a fraction to allow her strangled gasp, before he captured her mouth again.

All rational thoughts on why he’d come here tonight—because it couldn’t have been for this, could it?—abandoned his mind. The need to touch her naked skin, to taste the salty sweet softness of her flesh, swept through him.

He deepened the kiss, caught her nipple between two fingers and pinched, all while easing her onto her back on the couch. It was a move he’d mastered in years of seducing women.

Tonight it failed.

Gabby wrenched her mouth from his, shoving him so hard he fell off her and onto the floor.

Stop.” She scurried off the couch and across the room from him. “What was that, Justin? What the hell was that?”

He winced, picking himself up from the floor. His balls ached and his dick still throbbed with the need to be buried inside her. Inside…Gabby. Shit.

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Today’s throw back excerpt is from Command and Control. Book 2 in my Holding out for a Hero series. This book took some researching just what our soldiers go through, and I really can’t thank those who’ve served enough.

Command and ControlEXCERPT

Out of habit, Trevor started to shrug out of his light jacket to offer it to her, but she shook her head and stepped back, her expression pinched as she looked him over.

“Let’s just be clear about this,” Megan said. “I’m not really happy being buddied up with you, Trevor. I’ll do it because I care about your family and this wedding, but don’t be getting any ideas about us.”

Had she been practicing that little speech in her head all through dinner? He arched an eyebrow. “Ideas, angel?”

“Don’t call me angel anymore. And yes, ideas. What happened this afternoon was a complete mistake. A fluke.” She turned on her heel and started toward her car.

“You coming on my finger wasn’t a fluke, Megan.”

She spun around in an instant, her palm arcing toward his face. He caught her wrist before it connected, barely blinking at her sudden attack.

Beneath the streetlamp he saw the anger and humiliation blazing in her eyes.

“Whether your mind is ready to acknowledge it or not,” he continued softly. “Your body still wants me.”

“Yes, well my body would also love to eat a half dozen cupcakes a day, Trevor. Fortunately, I have a brain to overrule its bad instincts.”

His lips twitched. “Hmm. Guess it wasn’t working this afternoon?”

Megan let out a growl and tugged her hand free. “My original point was—and still is—I’m not sleeping with you again.”

“Why not? Would it really be so bad?”

“For one, I’m dating Henry.”

He shook his head and called her bluff. “Henry means nothing to you. You’re barely dating him. I bet you haven’t even let the guy kiss you.”

The way her cheeks went red made him realize he was likely right. A wave of relief and triumph swept through him, easing some of the tension from his muscles that had appeared when she’d thrown Henry in his face.

“Regardless of what I’ve done with Henry, I am still seeing him.”

Something about the way she kept throwing the other guy up as a barrier made his blood pressure kick up a notch.

“So call it off,” his suggested tersely.

She stared at him. Hard. Until Trevor felt heat stealing up the back of his neck now. He knew it was an asinine request.

“Answer me one question, Trevor,” she finally said, her gaze searching his face. “Are you getting help?”

Trevor’s abs clenched as if she’d just kicked him. All the emotional doors slammed shut inside him and his expression become flat. Stoic. He went to that place in his head, where everything was automatic and disciplined. It was easier just to be in soldier mode.

“I don’t need any help.”

He couldn’t tell if it was a trick of the light or if her eyes shimmered briefly with tears. Then she blinked and gave a short nod.

“Right. Then a year’s gone by, but we’re still at an impasse.” She turned and unlocked her car door. “I’ll contact you soon about us planning a menu for the reception barbeque. Good night, Trevor.”

He didn’t make any attempt to stop her this time as she climbed into her sports car and revved off into the night.

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Throwback Thursday! Check out this excerpt from Savage Hunger!

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The creatures inside the cell continued to howl and scream as their bodies contorted. Fingers splayed out at awkward angles, stretching longer and longer, while joints grew thick and gnarled. Hair poked through the human skin covering the—oh God it was a wolf. The smell in the hall was rancid with sweat and human waste…animal waste.

Her heart stuttered at the sickening scene, and she wasn’t even aware that she’d stopped fighting Warrick, but now clutched his shirt in fear.

Unable to close her eyes, Sienna watched as another creature appeared to shift back into human form, the fur on its body retracting as smooth dark skin appeared. And the change kept happening to all the creatures. Obviously uncontrollable, inexorable and agonizing. They were human, and yet they were animal.

Her gaze connected with one of the creature’s—a woman—inside the cell, and the glaze of pain in her stare had everything inside her clenching with compassion and helplessness.

“I’m taking the tango outside to the van,” Warrick said.

Her body jerked as he kicked open a door, his shoulder digging into her stomach. Then the door swung shut and the inside of the lab disappeared. But what she’d seen had been burned into her mind—she couldn’t get rid of the image.

Warrick’s grip on her tightened as he lowered her back over his shoulder and to the ground. Before she could get her balance or take note of their surroundings, she was forced up against the side of the building.

She welcomed the rough brick surface against her bare shoulders. It jarred her back to reality a bit. The slight chill in the night air added to the goose bumps that already covered her, but the proximity of Warrick’s hard body radiated a heat that reminded her this whole situation was entirely too real. What she’d seen was real. She swallowed against the nausea that now threatened.

Warrick’s arms came down on each side of her head and his face closed in on hers, his expression fierce, any trace of softness from earlier long gone. She blinked, trying to gain her surroundings, to calm herself, to form a clear thought.

“Tell me, Sienna. What the hell are you doing here tonight?”

Her heart couldn’t seem to slow from its erratic pace. In a daze, she shook her head, trying to suck a breath. “It’s not possible…things like that just can’t exist.”

He laughed mockingly, even as something hard—frightening—flickered in his eyes. “To the rest of the world, they don’t.”

“I…oh my God, Warrick, I don’t feel so well.” Her body started to tremble and she shook her head. “I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here! Warrick, let me—”

“Hey.” Warrick caught her chin in gentle hands and forced her to look at him. “Look at me, Sienna. Come on, look at me. There’s a good girl. You’re all right.”

She stared into his eyes, almost hypnotized at the intensity and firm conviction in his gaze. The reassurance and calm that Warrick had always been so good at giving. He stroked his thumb in a gentle caress down her cheek.

“You’re all right, Sienna. Okay, sweetheart? Take a couple deep breaths. You’re fine.”

And suddenly she was. His familiar, gentle voice and reassuring words sucked the fear and anxiety right out of her. It was the closest she’d been to a panic attack in years.

Her muscles lost the tension she’d been holding and with each slow breath she dragged in she became more aware of everything. The smell of freshly cut grass and the scent of Warrick’s soap. The sound of the suffering creatures inside, mostly muted by the thick brick walls of the building.

“Better?”

Sienna gave a heavy nod to Warrick’s soft question. “How did you find out about them, Warrick? Those creatures? Are your friends going to hurt them?”

“Are my friends going to hurt them?” The gentleness in his expression vanished, replaced instead with disbelief as he leaned his face closer to hers. “My friends are on a damn rescue mission from whatever the hell kind of evil your employer was behind.”

A flush of guilt stole up her neck and she averted her gaze. She couldn’t exactly deny his accusation. But what did Warrick mean by rescue mission? And who were the other guys who he was communicating with?

Feeling much calmer now and a little more in control, she asked, “How did you know they were here, Warrick?”

Warrick stared at her, his gaze narrowed with consideration. The intensity of his stare had her squirming and her gaze shifting away from his.

“You didn’t answer my question, Sienna.”

“I’m here for the same reason you and those men are. To set them free.”

Her admission was met with silence. A sliver of unease moved through her and she turned her head to glance back at Warrick. If his gaze had been intense before, it was downright intimidating now. Even though they’d grown up together, and she knew instinctively he’d never hurt her, a shiver of fear ran down her spine.

“You don’t want to lie to me, Sienna.” The low threat rumbled from his throat.

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The man who vows to protect her may be her biggest threat.

Savage, Book 1

Being the daughter of a world-renowned scientist, Sienna Peters has struggled to carve out her own career in the field. But her world is sent spinning when she discovers a secret species being held in the lab where she works, and the horrible things being done to them. Compelled to do more than hand off an information-packed jump drive to her father, she sets out to free the creatures.

The minute his team enters the compound, federal agent Warrick Donovan knows their mission will have more trouble than they bargained on. Unfortunately, trouble comes in the form of Sienna Peters, the younger sister of his close friend. Now not only does he need to save her pretty ass, he needs to discover just how involved she is with the imprisonment of the shifters.

Sienna knows she should trust no one—not even the man she might still love. But as the danger escalates and past passion ignites, her heart has other ideas. Even when the shroud of mystery is ripped off more than one stunning truth…

Warning: Must love alpha males, be intrigued by federal agents who may or may not shift into wolves, and most importantly be prepared for intense action of the dangerous and sexual kind.

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Welcome to Throwback Thursday! Today’s excerpt is from the opening of Beauty and the Sheikh! Hope you enjoy it!

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The lights of Raljahar twinkled with life. They were the pulse of a desert city whose future had been on the brink of collapse a decade ago, until he’d inherited his father’s reign and breathed life back into it.

Sheikh Rafiq al Hakimi stepped back from the palace window, pride sweeping through him as he turned his attention away from the vibrant nightlife below. It was a place of indulgence and pleasure, of wealth and elitism. It was his creation, and yet he wanted no part of it.

He looked around the interior of his office, his fortress against a world that offered little mercy and even less compassion.

Rushed footsteps sounded outside in the hallway, followed by the urgent whispers of men who would give their lives for him. Men who served him faithfully and humbly.

What was going on now?

Rafiq strode across the room, his kandura swirling around his legs. He swung open the double doors and scanned the hallway until he saw the commotion near the end of the hall. “What is happening?” he growled.

His servants turned toward him, their eyes wide.

His closest advisor approached and bowed. “Your Majesty,” he said hastily. “Our apologies. It was not our intention to distract you. There is a situation, but it is being taken care of at this very moment.”

Irritation pricked and Rafiq gave a sigh of impatience. “You know I do not care for vagueness, Amjad. I would be apprised of the situation immediately.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Amjad paled and his gaze remained lowered as he continued. “A woman was discovered outside the palace as she attempted to break inside to see you. Of course, her attempts were not successful and she was seized—”

“Who is she?”

“We are not yet certain.”

Rafiq’s frown deepened and he glanced once more down the hallway that led to the marbled foyer of the heavily guarded palace. “Did you have any intention of telling me? When did this happen?”

“Just moments ago, Your Majesty, but there is no need for concern—”

“Do not tell me what there is need for!” he roared, and his advisor trembled in response. “Where is she?”

“Down the hall. She is being questioned. Everything is under control—”

“Min fadlak!” Angry, shrill, and most definitely female, the voice rang out. The two words echoed down the hall, somewhere out of view but within range of hearing.

“Yes. Quite under control.” He gave a sharp nod. “Bring her to my office.”

“But Your Majesty—”

“Bring her to me.” He didn’t need to raise his voice this time—the slight edge to his tone made his advisor whimper, before he scurried away with a mumbled reply.

Rafiq turned and strode back into his office to await her arrival, his curiosity piqued by the woman who hadn’t the sense to be afraid of the consequences of her actions.

Breaking into the palace? Was she dimwitted?

He’d garnered a reputation as a sharp, fair ruler of the kingdom of Raljahar. He’d brought the country back from the near destitution his father had let it slip into, and yet still his people feared him.

But then, how could they not?

It was not only because of his fierce temper. His fingers unconsciously rose to touch the jagged flesh of the left side of his face, tracing the line sweeping down across his neck.

Footsteps sounded outside his office, and he turned in time to see a handful of his bodyguards swarm in, flanking the heavily garbed figure he assumed to be the woman. Rafiq’s mouth tightened and skepticism swept through him. Had he not heard the high-pitched plea in the hall, he might have his doubts the person before him was actually female.

Nearly as tall as some of his guards, the figure struggled fiercely. The burka she wore hid any hint of curves and the veil shielded her face.

An interesting choice in clothes. Though the attire was not entirely unseen among the females of his city, nowadays most women wore modest forms of western clothing. The woman before him could have been a traditionalist to his country, or perhaps just trying very hard to disguise herself…

He suspected the latter.

“Ma ismuk?” he called out sharply, and waited for her to give him her name.

The woman stilled in her struggle, seeming to stare right at him from behind her veil, and then replied almost inaudibly in English, “I don’t speak Arabic very well.”

No, she most definitely wasn’t a citizen of Raljahar, or likely any Arab nation.

Rafiq stood and approached her. Though she was tall for a woman, he still had a half a foot in height on her. Her hands were visible at the end of her sleeves—long, graceful-looking fingers. Her skin, smooth and pale ivory, flashed against the black robes she wore.

“Remove her veil,” Rafiq commanded flatly in his own tongue.

The guards reached for her and she renewed her struggle.

“No, wait, please!” Her words grew frantic as they forcibly removed the veil from her head.

Any fading doubts of her being a woman evaporated completely as long waves of chestnut hair spilled down past her shoulders. With a soft cry of frustration she ducked her head and stared at the floor, her face shielded by the curtain of brown.

A sliver of familiarity raced through him. Had it been his imagination, or had her voice also sounded familiar? Rafiq took a step toward her, ignoring the way his blood quickened. “You are quite fortunate that I speak English.” He stopped just inches from her, watching as her fingers knotted together. She was nervous. “Now, tell me your name.”

The woman hesitated long enough to increase the unease growing in him. He reached out and caught her chin between his fingers, then gently lifted her head. The curtain of brown hair slid away from her face, until his gaze clashed with crystal blue eyes.

Recognition slammed into him like a punch to the chest, sending the air rushing from his lungs. “Holly?”

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His price is her innocence…

Holly Winchester is desperate. With her brother facing theft charges and a potential prison sentence in a foreign country, she seeks help from the one man she knows can give it. But will the ruthless, billionaire sheikh who once broke her heart be able to forget and forgive their painful past?

Two years ago, Sheikh Rafiq Al Hakimi allowed a beautiful foreigner not only into his country, but nearly his heart. It was all too easy, falling for the one woman who didn’t fear him or his scars.  Until he discovered her intentions were as shallow as the modeling world she thrived in.

Now Holly’s returned to his country, begging for his help. He’s willing to give her brother his freedom—if Holly gives up hers by agreeing to become his mistress…

 

LochAndKey72web Happy Mardi Gras! How about an excerpt from Loch and Key that has a jambalaya scene?  The book is available for pre-order on Amazon and all other e-book retailers: http://amzn.to/1leja2b

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“Peppers are already half cut up over there. Go ahead and finish those if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” She dove right in, chopping anything he handed her, and then watching as he began cooking the jambalaya.

“I like to cook the veggies in the fat and juice from the cooked sausage. Adds a lot of flavor.”

“It sure smells amazing. I’m not sure I’ve ever had jambalaya,” she admitted, sliding a plate’s worth of sliced onions into the pan.

“This will be your first then, and I guarantee, pretty amazing.”

“That’s quite a guarantee.”

“Absolutely, and I don’t make it lightly. Just you wait.”

“And not the least bit humble,” she drawled and softened the teasing statement with a laugh.

“Not even a little bit.” He grinned and went to the cupboard to grab the spices he needed. “Ah, hell.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder from where she stirred the veggies in the pan.

“Everything all right? Did you trip on your ego?”

“I’m out of paprika.”

“Hmm, sounds important if I go by the sound of your voice.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna need it.” He shook his head and glanced at the pan full of simmering veggies and sausage. Shit. He’d made sure he’d had all the perishable food ingredients, but had forgotten to check the spices. “As much as I hate to say it, I’d better run to the store and grab some.”

“Let me.” She stepped away from the pan and handed him the wooden spatula. “You know what you’re doing with this far more than I do. You leave me with a pan full of cooking jambalaya, you’ll probably come back to find it burned and resembling a preschooler’s art project.”

“That sounds like it would taste kind of shitty actually.”

“Quite likely. Still better than cheap arse burritos, though.”

He groaned. “I’m never going to live that down. Not from my sailors. Not from you.”

“Never,” she agreed.

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I’ve actually got a craving for a chocolate bar anyway.”

He arched a brow. “A chocolate bar? You’ll spoil your appetite.”

“I’m not a child, I’m a grown woman with an embarrassing appetite, who was also turned down for sex a moment ago. So I’d very much like to stuff my face with a chocolate bar as a replacement for now.” She pointed her index finger at him. “Don’t judge.”

His mouth was still flapping as she strode out of the kitchen toward the front door. She was replacing his dick with a chocolate bar?

Today’s flashback is from my book Seducing Allie, which is part of the Seattle Steam series! (Each book can be read alone, you don’t need to have read one to understand the others!). Check out this sizzling excerpt!

He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.

/Seattle Steam, Book 3

Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

Kidnapped! Allison can’t believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.

Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he’s going to prove there’s sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.

 

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EXCERPT

“This is ridiculous!” She stared out at the blur of trees as they sped down a deserted road. “Where are we going?”

“Away,” he answered ambiguously.

“Away,” she mimicked him. “We’re going away? What the hell kind of answer is that?”

“The only answer you’re getting right now. And watch your mouth. I know your mom taught you better.”

“Didn’t your mom teach you that kidnapping is a felony?” she shot back and slapped the window again.

“If you break my window it’s going to seriously piss me off, Allie.”

“Well, guess what? I’m already pissed.” Slap. Her hand connected with the glass again and again. “Maybe you should have taken that into account when you abducted me, Clint.”

She nearly fell out of her seat as he swerved the car to the side of the road.

Was he going to let her go? Leave her stuck on some random back road? Hell, she didn’t care, she’d hike her way back to her car if she had to.

He climbed out of the vehicle and came around her side, wrenching open the door.

“Get out.”

Relief flooded through her. He was letting her go. Finally. She scooted out the door, making the jump down to the ground and smoothing her dress back down her thighs.

“Well, it’s about time you came to your senses—oh!”

He jerked her hard against him, both of her wrists in one of his massive hands.

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear,” he murmured, his gaze full of determination and something else…something hot. Something that sent a jolt of heat straight from her stomach to between her legs.

Her pulse quickened and she dragged in a shuddering breath, tugging at her hands.

“Have you gone completely insane?” she whispered.

“Maybe.” His lips twisted, his gaze roving over her face. “Or maybe I’m just willing to go to any lengths to make sure you don’t break up Kenneth’s wedding.”

“I’m not…” She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. “Wait, Kenneth’s wedding isn’t until next week.”

“Exactly. And that means we’ll have one whole week to catch up, kitten.”

 

Clint watched her eyes widen with shock and he almost felt sorry for her—almost. Except he’d warned her multiple times and she needed to be stopped.

Taking her out of the equation had been an idea he’d been playing with since she’d threatened to show up at the house this morning. And the more he thought about it, the better the idea had seemed.

He’d been ready, sitting in his SUV parked down the street and drinking coffee, waiting to see if she really had the balls to show up again. Not really thinking she would, but somewhat excited when she did.

“Clint, you can’t do this,” she choked, her body beginning to tremble. “This is kidnapping!”

“Yeah, you said that already.”

“You can’t take me away for a week!” She tugged at her wrists again, and he tightened his hold. “Oh my God. You’ve gone loony, Clint. You’re—argh!”

Her knee connected with his shin and he winced, pushing her back against his SUV.

“Stop it,” he said, irritated now. He tried not to think about how soft her body was against him and how her breasts pressed against his chest. “I’m not the one trying to break up a wedding.”

Her eyes flashed with frustration and fury. “You can’t play God, Clint.”

“And neither will you, Allie. Even if I have to see to it.”

She lowered her gaze and he watched her small pink tongue sweep across her lush mouth again. He bit back a groan. Man, she looked sexy when she did that. And she did it a lot.

“Okay,” her tone calmed significantly. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. Why don’t you just take me back to my car and I’ll just drive home. Deal?”

His chest shook with laughter and he shook his head. How stupid did she think he was? Did she honestly think she could pull out that docile act to convince him she’d changed her mind? He knew her way too well for that.

“No deal. I can’t take that risk. I don’t trust you any further than I can spit, kitten.”

“Stop calling me kitten,” she yelled and tried to—oh hell no she didn’t—knee him in the groin.

He pressed his body harder against her, making sure she couldn’t move. She glared at him, her mouth drawn tight and her breasts rising and falling with each breath she jerked in.

“Besides,” he continued softly, and gave her a slow smile. “A week together means we can take up where we left off last night.”

“If you think I would ever go to bed with you after—”

“I don’t think, I know, Allie. And I’m pretty sure you know it too.”

He reached out and ran a finger down the side of her soft cheek, and she sucked in a swift breath. He watched the heat flicker in her eyes and knew she could—and probably would—deny it until she was blue in the face, but Allison wanted him.

“I repeat. You’re loony.”

He laughed again. “I will bring you back here, but not until Ashley and Ken have exchanged their vows.”

“That’s not until next week,” she said again in a rush. “I have to be at work.”

“No, you don’t, teachers have summers off.” He watched her eyes round with shock.

What, did she think he’d forgotten about the teaching job at a private school Kenneth had gotten her a couple years ago? Whether she was the most qualified candidate or not, just the recommendation from a Williams’ family member—and money donated—was enough to guarantee her the position.

His thumb slid inward to stroke over her bottom lip. Her body trembled in the response. God, he wanted her.

“You have no right to do this to me, Clint. None. You’re being a total jerk. This is just—”

He pulled his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth. Crushing his lips down on hers in a kiss to stop her tirade, and because he couldn’t resist her any longer.

Her angry gasp parted her lips enough to let him slide is tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth. He tasted her. Warm, succulent and the spicy taste of cinnamon gum.

She struggled against him, each twist of her body brushed her breasts into contact with his chest. He slowed the kiss, rubbing his tongue against hers. The friction had his dick pulsing against his jeans and he ground himself against her stomach.

The fight in her seemed to disappear and she went slack in his arms. Her small moan sent a jolt of triumph through him and he released her wrists so he could grab her ass.

The swell of her bottom spilled over into his palms, and he squeezed the soft flesh, pulling her harder against him.

Allison. God he wanted her. Had been wanting her for so many years now. He was tempted to take her here on the side of the damn road.

Crack. The sound reached him before the sting of her palm glancing across his cheek.

She wrenched her mouth away from his, and glared up at him, her gaze both hot and skittish.

His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and his jaw clenched. Okay, maybe you deserved that. Taking a deep breath, he counted to ten.

“You know what, Allie?”

“You’re going to come to your senses and let me go?” she suggested with tight sarcasm.

“Oh, hell no, I’m gonna keep you.” He slid one hand up her back and pushed her close, until her tight nipples rubbed against his chest. “And I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together this week.”

I’m going to try a Throw back Thursday book thing. Featuring scenes from my past books. Today’s TBT book is Going Down! The first book in my Holding out for a Hero series!

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One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead…

Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1

Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.

Tiny, remote Wyattsville, Oregon looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.

Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.

Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…

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EXCERPT

“Let me,” he said softly and caught her wrist, lifting her palm upward so he could dab it with the cloth.

Her pulse fluttered again as she watched him gently cleanse the small wound, his face crinkled with concentration.

She was way too attracted to him, Ellie realized with unease. Oh, this guy was trouble and in a big way. For the briefest second, she thought about packing up and fleeing town the moment he left—if he left and was convinced that she was some criminal.

But packing up and leaving just wasn’t an option, or would have to be a worst-case scenario one. She’d already paid rent for two months on this place. Cash. And she didn’t have bottomless funds.

“How’s that feel?”

She blinked out of her thoughts to discover he was watching her closely again instead of her wound.

“It’s fine,” she managed to reply huskily. “Thank you.”

He stepped closer, leaning forward to drop the washcloth in the sink, but not moving away after. Their chests almost touched and his face was just inches from hers.

Ellie’s body stirred with awareness at his proximity, her nipples tightening beneath her tank top. She licked her lips, acutely aware of the thin cotton covering her bare breasts.

“How long do you plan on being in town?” he asked softly, his gaze on her mouth.

Her heart thumped wildly and she had the craziest urge to lean forward and press her mouth against his.

“Probably just a couple of months. Getting out of the city for the summer…”

“Well then, Ellie,” he murmured. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again real soon. So you’d better get over that distrust of law enforcement bit.”

Her knees almost buckled when he stepped away without touching her. Disappointment swept through her. You’re an idiot. Being disappointed that a cop you don’t know didn’t kiss you?

“I’ll, um, work on it.” She cleared her throat. “Was there a reason you dropped by in the first place?”

“Just wanted to welcome you to Wyattville and introduce myself.” He laughed and shook his head. “Damn, guess I forgot to do both of those, now didn’t I? The name’s Tyson Wyatt and welcome to town.”

She followed him as he headed toward the front door. “So that Wyatt part. Umm, you’re not like named after the town or something, are you?”

“Descended from the original founders,” he called out as he stepped onto the porch. When he reached his squad car, he turned and glanced back up at her. “And there’s a good handful of us Wyatts, Ellie. Just to warn you.”

With a wink, he climbed into his car and backed away.

Ellie stood on the porch for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened and what kind of crazy-ass town this was anyway.

It felt like forever, but it’s finally the day! Kilty Pleasure, the second book in The McLaughlins series, is out today! To those who order/have ordered, I hope you enjoy it and consider leaving an honest review somewhere to help spread the word.

“A sinfully sexy story filled with forgiveness, understanding, and love makes Kilty Pleasure one hell of a good book!” ~Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews

The line between lust and hate is often blurred…

KiltyPleasure72lg(1)The McLaughlins, Book 2

After being ditched at the altar over a year ago, Deputy Colin McLaughlin is fine with being single. Despite the fact that nearly every eligible female on the island wants him, he isn’t looking for love.

But something stirs his blood when Hailey starts showing up more on the island. And it’s not just the conviction that the apple doesn’t fall far from her troublemaking, drugged-out family tree. His frustration mounts that even after she ruined his twin brother’s life, the desire he’s felt for her since high school still simmers.

Hailey Alexander knows her past is littered with mistakes. She’s done her best to make amends and move on, but a certain Scottish-born deputy doesn’t seem in any hurry to forgive or forget.

More than just fighting the attraction that’s compromising their hearts, they face a new threat from Hailey’s past that may threaten her life.

Warning: Contains sexy Scottish men living in America. The occasional kilt. A hero deputy who can’t forgive or forget, and a nurse immune to bullshit. Angry kisses. Scalding sex. And a drugged-out stalker ex to keep these two on their toes.

Now available!
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EXCERPT

“Thanks for the ride.” He fell into step beside her.

“Really?” She shot him another hard glance. “As if you gave me any choice.”

“One always has a choice.” He paused. “Sometimes we just make the wrong one.”

He knew he’d hit a mark when she flinched as she hit the Unlock button on her keys, opening her car door. Before climbing back in, he glanced at the license plate and memorized it. When he went back to work tomorrow he’d be sure to run it and find out what kinds of trouble Miss Hailey had been getting into.

He settled into the passenger side and had barely fastened his seat belt before she threw the car in Reverse.

“You know, I kind of figured you’d prefer a lobotomy to riding in the car with me any longer.”

“Maybe I like to keep an eye on you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe that’s just weird.” She shook her head as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot. “We’re not exactly friends.”

“No. We’re certainly not that.”

But they once had been friends, somewhat.

“Though I do appreciate what you did today.”

“Anyone with my skills would’ve done the same.” She gave a hard shrug. “Though a word of advice? Next time you might want to reevaluate taking personal calls while your ten-year-old niece is scaling a cliff.”

“Fuck it all, really? It wasn’t a personal call,” he snarled, unable to believe she’d brought it up again. “It was work.”

“Mmm hmm. New to this baby-sitting business, I’m guessing?”

“You’re deliberately provoking me, Hailey.”

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” The car sped up as she hit the accelerator.

“And might I point out you’re now legally speeding?”

“Point it out all you want, Deputy. Your ass is off duty and hitching a ride.”

He wasn’t really worried about the speed of the car right now, rarely would he pull someone over for a few miles above the speed limit—Charles Richland being the exception.

He shifted in his seat and turned to look at her.

Her lips were pursed, her cute little nose lifted in the air, and her breathing seemed a little uneven. She was angry, but there was something else there. Something else that had the blood in his body stirring.

Sliding a quick gaze down her body, he lingered briefly on the curve of her breasts and then the golden thigh peeking out below her denim shorts.

She must’ve sensed his gaze because she stiffened and drew in another deep breath that had her chest rising.

“Stop checking me out.”

That knocked the wind right out of him. “What did you say?”

“You heard me, Colin. Do you think I’m stupid?” The look she shot him showed overly bright brown eyes that shone with anger and heat. “It occurred to me why your bitterness focuses mostly on me. Why you can be so damn cruel when it’s outside your personality.”

His teeth snapped together. “Oh, please do enlighten me.”

“Because you’re attracted to me.”

She said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, that again he struggled to breathe.

“Am I?” Somehow he kept his tone bored. Steady.

“Yeah. You are. And you would’ve been much happier if I were some fugly chick you could just happily hate and ignore from a distance.”

“That’s complete shite.”

“It’s really not and you know it. In fact, you’ve always been attracted to me, Colin McLaughlin.”

All right, he’d bloody well had enough. “Stop the fuckin’ car.”

 

Hailey was so stunned by the harsh command that she automatically moved to obey. She pulled the car onto a side road and turned off the engine.

“Okay, maybe I went a little far there,” she admitted.

And she had. What the hell had she been thinking, spitting out every thought in her head? That always led her to trouble. Colin didn’t reply, just unfastened his seat belt. He was going to get out and walk? They were still a good fifteen-minute drive away from Deception Pass. Guilt hit her as she glanced around the isolated road.

“I can take you to your car. You don’t need—”

“Oh, I definitely need.”

In an instant he’d moved half out of his seat and thrust his fingers in her hair, holding her still as his mouth crashed down on hers.

So here’s my December surprise! I know we’ve still got over a month until my next McLaughlins book is out, but in the mean time I have another story in the A is for Alpha series–but this one is an erotic romance. Check it out and add it to your Good Reads shelf! But fair warning, this one is HOT!

Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts.

*This is an erotic A is for Alpha story*

She went to steal a brooch, but found her deepest fantasies.

piratebillionairesmallDevon Murray is still up to his bad boy ways. The social media mogul is as notorious as his pirate ancestor, with both charming the ladies and breaking the law. And he doesn’t take lightly to the beautiful stranger crashing one of his lust parties. But before dispensing his punishment, he intends to take his pleasure…

Desperate to help her family get out of debt, Renee forms a risky plan to steal back a brooch that belonged to her ancestor centuries ago. A brooch that she’s certain resides in Devon Murray’s home. Enlisting the help of her best friend, Renee quickly realizes she’s in way over her head when she sneaks into Devon’s shockingly sensual party.

With an undeniable passion ignited between them, they discover a centuries old connection that will leave them both reeling.

 Read a steamy excerpt!