Welcome to another Snippet Saturday, where today’s theme is Author’s Choice. Check out my excerpt and then hop on over to the other blogs listed below.

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…

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EXCERPT

Oh my fucking God.

Sienna stared up at the man above her, her eyes rounded in disbelief. She probably would’ve recognized the voice earlier if she hadn’t been so damn terrified. The only part of him visible was his head and face, but it was a face she had never forgotten.

Her heart slammed in her chest like a caged bird and a sound of disbelief erupted from her throat, again to be caught against the calloused palm of the man above her. But not any man. Warrick Donovan.

She’d gone from getting felt up by some kinky burglar in black, to discovering that the man on top of her was no stranger.

This wasn’t happening. This had to be some kind of weird, messed-up dream. Maybe she’d fallen and hit her head. She blinked, then blinked again. But he still didn’t disappear. Okay, not a weird dream.

“Sienna?” he repeated again, harder this time.

She gave a jerky nod.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he muttered and looked up toward the ceiling before turning his frustrated gaze down to her again. “I don’t believe this.”

Yeah, well, that made two of them. She stared up into familiar gray-blue eyes that were narrowed with incredulity and something else. Something so hot it sent a shiver of awareness through her body. That look…she’d seen it before.

Though that had been a long time ago.

He lowered his head a bit, so their faces were just inches apart. “Okay, I’m going to remove my hand. But you need to promise me you won’t scream.”

She nodded again. He slid his palm off her mouth and she gulped in air. Her throat was so damned tight she probably couldn’t have screamed if she wanted to.

“Okay, now will you please tell me what in the hell you’re doing here?” he bit out harshly. “Did your father send you here?”

“My father?” she repeated in dismay, shocked by his anger. “Why in the hell would my father send me? I work here. Maybe we should talk about what you’re doing here?”

His mouth tightened and his gaze narrowed again. “You work here? Not exactly the answer I wanted to hear, kid.”

Her emotions, already running on a pretty short fuse, exploded. She made a choked cry of anger, her body bucking beneath him as she tried to free herself.

Kid? Six years had gone by, but nothing had changed. Nothing. She was still just Daniel’s little sister to him.

Unfortunately she realized her mistake in trying to get free of him, when her movements brought the apex of her thighs into hard contact with a certain part of Warrick she was trying very hard to ignore right now.

“Sienna,” Warrick hissed in warning, his mouth tightening almost as if he was in pain.

She stilled, acutely aware of his tall, heated and muscled body trapping hers against the cold concrete floor of the building. Heat sizzled through her body and it became harder to drag in a breath.

“I’m not a damn kid.” Her cheeks heated as she realized the adolescent protest made a mockery of her words.

Warrick gave a harsh laugh as his gaze slid to the swell of her breasts above the strapless blue gown. “No, of course you’re not.”

The unusual gleam in his gaze had her eyes widening.

“What you are is a shitload of trouble,” he muttered, his head lowering slightly .

In that moment she felt it. The memory of what his mouth would feel like on hers. The firmness of his lips. How he’d taste again. But Warrick didn’t kiss her. Instead, his sensual mouth, just inches from hers, twisted into a scowl and the muscles in his shoulders coiled.

“I’m here.”

Sienna blinked, arousal and confusion slowing her ability to think as she glanced around but saw no one.

Her brows drew together. “What—”

Warrick lifted his hand to silence her, and angled his head so she saw his finger touching his ear. “Everything’s fine. Just had a bit of a…distraction.” His lips curled into a grimace. “Shut it, Larson. I’ll bring her out in a minute.”

Seriously? How had she not noticed the tiny little microphone running along his jaw? How much had the people listening on the other end heard? Ah crap, probably way too much.

“Get off me,” she whispered.

 

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Rhian Cahill
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HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Shelli Stevens
Zoe Archer
Lauren Dane

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday, where today’s theme is Kung Fu Fighting (which basically means a fight scene!) Check out my excerpt and then hop on over to the other blogs listed below.

When lingerie heiress Brandy Summer gets cold feet and runs out on her Vegas wedding, she has nowhere to turn—so she hijacks a hunky biker waiting for a red light and begs him for help. What she doesn’t know is that her instincts are right: the groom has a hidden agenda. He needs her money to pay off his gambling debts and she’s his ticket to the good life.

Marco Vargas isn’t sure what he’s getting himself into when he rescues Brandy, but figures he’ll do the chivalrous thing. He offers her a job in his bar and the chance to sort out her feelings. But it seems that keeping Brandy hidden is easier than keeping his hands off her—and what will happen when Brandy discovers that Marco has secrets of his own?

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EXCERPT

Brandy pushed through the double doors and sent them slamming into the wall.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” Sebastian yelled.

“Where did Marco go?” She hurried over to him. “You need to stop him.”

“Stop him from what?”

Brandy turned away, scouring the crowd in search of Marco. “From beating up Elena’s punk ass boyfriend.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Sebastian threw down the bar towel and moved out from behind the bar. “You can’t be serious.”

Brandy snorted and followed him, weaving through the throng of people. She spotted Marco moving toward the far wall.

“There he is! Grab him, Sebastian.”

Sebastian lunged forward but was too late. Marco grabbed onto the shoulder of a guy at least half a foot taller than him, spun him around and sent his fist flying into the man’s face.

The crowd scattered, startled cries and cheers mixing.

“What are you doing?” Elena shrieked, pushing past them all to grab her brother’s arm.

“Stay out of this, Elena.” Marco shook his fist and winced.

Brandy folded her arms across her chest and groaned. Five seconds earlier and she could have stopped this. And now Marco would be lucky if he hadn’t broken his hand on the other man’s jaw.

Customers crowded around them, talking excitedly.

“Why did you hit him?” Elena placed herself between the man and her brother and glared.

“Because of what he did to you—”

“You hit Tony. The bass player.”

“So?”

She placed her hands on her hips and glared. “So I was dating the drummer, you idiot. Que pendejo.”

“What? I thought—” A massive fist connected with Marco’s head, sending it snapping to the left.

The room lit up from the flash of a camera as Marco stumbled backward.

Someone yelled, “Look out, he’s going down!”

Brandy lurched forward to catch him as Marco staggered toward to the side. The left side of his face was already starting to swell.

The bass player shook his head and walked away with a scowl.

“You,” Sebastian snapped at a man standing back a bit looking on in dismay. “You’re the drummer, right? You’d better get your sorry arse out of here while you still can.”

He paled, and his skinny body shook. “But they haven’t announced—”

Marco lunged forward again and Brandy screamed, holding onto his arm for all she was worth.

“Yeah, hit him too!” Someone else in the crowd yelled. “He looks like an asshole.”

“Okay, okay. I’m outta here.” Bill stepped away and scowled at Elena. “Nice little drama you started, bitch.”

Oh, lord. Brandy braced herself and tried to keep Marco from nailing the other guy.

But from the corner of her eyes she saw someone else’s fist go flying. She turned just in time to see Sebastian knock the drummer on his ass.

“Let me go, Brandy.” Marco pulled away, stepped over the downed man and walked through the crowd and then to the back office again.

“What? What the hell just happened?” Valerie rushed over.

Elena sighed. “Fight between my brother and a few members of my band.”

“No way. I run to the bathroom for a few minutes and miss all the fun? I have the worst damn luck.”

Time to get this under control. Enough. Turning to Elena, she asked, “Can you get rid of the reporter?”

Elena nodded and turned around to face the reporter. “My pleasure. All right. Time to go, boys.”

Once they were leaving, she turned to Sebastian. “And not that I don’t appreciate you hitting him for me, but can you please escort Bill out of the bar?”

“Will do, kid.” Sebastian stepped forward and grabbed the younger man by the arm pulling him up. “Let’s go, you little punk ass.”

Brandy turned away from the drama of watching him escort the drummer out the door. She nodded and switched into teacher mode. Time to get things back to normal. Or as close to normal as it could after a bar fight.

“The show’s over, people. We’ll announce the winner of Dante’s Band Battle shortly.”

The crowd, half-drunk and all riled up from the fight, slowly dissipated.

“Good lord, what a mess,” Brandy muttered and shook her head.

There’d been a fight once during a choir class, but at least there she’d been able to send the boys to the principal’s office.

She stared toward the back of the bar where Marco had disappeared. Should she be mad at him for going after Bill, or proud of him? Maybe just a little of both.

Rubbing the back of her neck, she sighed and set off to make the rounds through the bar.

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Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
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Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane

Seducing Allie is now available in print! If you still prefer a paperback, now’s your chance to get your hands on the print version of my third Seattle Steam book!

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.

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Warnings

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.

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.”

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is Every Breath You Take! Hope you enjoy my excerpt from my new book Beauty and the Sheikh, before hopping off to the other blogs participating. Have a great weekend!

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.

“A thrilling, sexy adventure from page one. Awesome!” Cherry Adair, New York Times Bestselling Author

“The first book in the Savage series by Stevens is off to a rockin’ start. Filled with intrigue and action it seems like the plot of a television series. It has a cast of characters guaranteed to cause a reaction — either annoyance or intrigue — and is sure to catch even the most cynical reader’s attention.” ~Romantic Times Magazine

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EXCERPT

Son of a bitch.

The clenching of his jaw was the only movement Warrick allowed himself as Sienna moved from the bathroom toward the bedroom door. It hadn’t even been a half hour since he’d told her to go to sleep. Did she honestly think he was that stupid?

Dammit, he’d hoped he could trust her. Had decided to not force her to share a bed with him, because he’d told himself he could trust her.

Well he should’ve known better. Should’ve damn well remembered that Sienna had never exactly been the agreeable type. And if he’d learned one thing over the years, it was that you couldn’t trust some women farther than you could spit. And he’d be sure to thank Sienna for the reminder when he put a stop to whatever harebrained idea she’d talked herself into.

Where the hell did she think she was going? They were miles from a main road, and that main road wouldn’t be seeing much traffic this time of night anyway .

He could’ve grabbed her before she’d left the bedroom, but he was going to give her a little rope to hang herself with first, see just exactly what she thought she was going to do.

He waited, eyes closed and ears alert, until he heard the faint click of the front door opening and shutting. Then he was on his feet, moving swiftly and silently through the house after her.

In the darkness he kept his movements stealthy and stuck to the shadows.

A few minutes later he shook his head in dismay as he watched her start jogging—in her dress and heels, no less—toward the main road. His lips quirked in amusement and he was tempted to let her make it all the way there. The blisters might just be punishment enough.

But Sienna slowed down a moment later and he fell back, brows drawing together. Until he saw a familiar glow and heard the beeping of buttons on a cell phone.

The hell she did.

Done with the little game of cat and mouse, Warrick sprinted forward and grabbed her, covering her mouth before she could scream. He snatched the phone from her grasp and disconnected the call before someone on the other end answered, then tossed it to the ground.

“Dammit, Sienna, what the hell were you thinking?”

She stopped struggling and the tension eased from her body. A sob of frustration spilled past her lips to caress his hand.

“You don’t know how much I wanted to trust you.” He turned her around, uncovering her mouth and catching her wrists in one of his hands.

She groaned and shook her head. “You don’t understand, Warrick. I can’t stay here, you’ve got to listen to me.”

“I don’t recall giving you a choice.” He ran his thumb over the inside of her wrist, felt the blood thundering through her veins. “What’s so important that you’d try to hike all the way to a highway? And where the hell were you even hiding that phone?”

He’d searched her back at the lab, hadn’t he? Or maybe he hadn’t. His gaze slid to the top of her dress where it hugged her breasts as realization clicked into place.

The phone wasn’t overly big and it was entirely possible she’d hid it in the bodice of her dress. The one place he hadn’t searched, because she’d bit him.

Coincidence? Hardly.

His gaze narrowed and he slid his palm up her back, holding her tighter. “Just what else are you hiding? If I searched you right now, Sienna, would I find anything else in that pretty little gown of yours?”

The muscles beneath his hand bunched with tension and he could almost smell her panic.

“What do you mean? No, of course not, Warrick. I just like to keep my phone on me.”

Bullshit. Dammit, there was something else.

“Really? Well you don’t mind if I check for myself?” he muttered.

He lowered his head so that their faces were just inches apart in the darkness. Her perfume, faded now, and the hint of sweat off her skin formed a scent that was seductively feminine.

Initially in the lab it had thrown him, he hadn’t expected to find Sienna there. But now he could place the vanilla perfume as the same one she’d worn for years. Whatever it was didn’t smell expensive or overpowering, but it was what he’d always associated with Sienna…and that made it sexy as hell.

The blood in his veins quickened as every inch of him became aware of the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest.

Need crashed through him, distorting his thoughts and his original plan to try and search her. But that mouth, it tempted him…so lush and sweet…so damn close. All he had to do was—

“Donovan.”

The harsh voice cracked through the night and Warrick cursed, stepping back from Sienna but not releasing her.

Nathan Larson stood a few feet away wearing a pair of swim shorts, his arms folded across his chest. “I thought I told you to handle her.”

Warrick’s jaw flexed and he bit back a sharp reply. “I’m taking her back inside now.”

Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Shelli Stevens
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane