Tequila Mockingbird by Jillian Chantal

I have this wonderful friend, Jillian Chantal, whom I’ve only met once, but consider to be one of my closest friends. I should qualify that I’ve only met her once in person. We “talk” regularly through email and blogs and have shared many ups and downs in life and in this business of writing over the past several years. So today, I thought I’d showcase one of her books (my personal favorite). Except it looks like Jillian’s been taken over (again) by one of her characters:

TequilaMockingbird_MEDHello, My name is Kes Falco and I am the hero in Tequila Mockingbird by Jillian Chantal. Jillian was invited to do a guest post here but she’s been lazy and so I thought I would take over and talk a little about my adventure in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico with a stuffy lady lawyer who really got on my nerves.
Have you ever seen that movie called Romancing the Stone? You know, the one with Michael Douglas, the adventurer who has mad jungle skills? The one where Kathleen Turner gets all over his case and drives him nuts as he attempts to assist her?
Well, this book is nothing like that unless you consider a tale about a handsome (cough, cough) man in the jungle who is slowly being tortured by a woman who only wants to save her sister from some horrible fate but seems instead to always cause the man grief to be the same kind of story.
I am an agent with the Drug Enforcement Agency and work undercover against the drug trade coming from Mexico. When a former friend’s sister is abducted, I am tasked with trying to get the young woman back but I am saddled with the sister who can’t seem to forgive me for a sin I didn’t commit. We embark on a journey that is some parts danger and some parts fun (Okay, yeah, I admit it, some of the time, she is tolerable).
Here’s an excerpt from the story- this is when Rachel arrives in Mexico from Los Angeles after her sister has been abducted:
Rachel made her own way to baggage claim and through customs. She’d packed a large bag to leave at the hotel where she planned to get a room. She also had a medium size backpack to carry any essentials she might need on the quest to find Annette. She hoped the person Orry called for assistance could recommend a hotel and that the federales that he knew would be helpful.
She grabbed her large suitcase from the carousel and turned to see if she could figure out who might be trying to find her in order to pick her up. Her eyes scanned the crowd. When she spotted a tall man in jeans and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow leaning with his shoulder on the wall, she did a double take. She couldn’t believe it.
She stalked toward him as he stood grinning that lopsided smile that hadn’t ever affected her before last week. Damn. He did look good but what the heck was he doing in Puerto Vallarta? She couldn’t help but wonder why he’d agree to help. She hadn’t been exactly friendly in the past and there was that shared kiss and her slap between them now. He looked happy enough to see her but she still approached him with trepidation.
She dragged her bag over and stopped right in front of him. “Hello Kes. What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“ Ha ha. You’re so witty. Now tell me the truth. Did Orry call you to meet me down here?”
“I really do live here, Rachel. I moved down when Deidre and I broke up. I’m very happy and settled in. I’ve acclimated myself to the area and have contacts with lots of different locals. Orry thought I might could assist in finding Annette if she’s here. I tend to agree since I do know people all over the area. I’m glad to help if you think you can work with me without discussing Deidre. As much as I care about your sister and your family, I won’t be badgered by you about my personal life. Can you deal with that?”
“I can. I want to find her and I can keep my mouth shut if that’s what it takes.”
“Then let’s go.” Kes picked up her suitcase and led her out the sliding doors to the parking lot.
She followed him until he stopped at an old truck. She laughed. “This is what you’re driving?”
‘Sure. Why not? It’s suited to my life here.” He shrugged and tossed her bag into the open bed.
“It’s a big step down from your old beemer.”
“No need for a BMW here. I spend a lot of time in the hills and even though that car had some power, it’s woefully inadequate for the mountains here.”
“And this old heap is adequate?”
“It sure is.” He nodded to her door. “Get in.”

Thanks for allowing me to come by today and visit. It was a pleasure and I hope Jillian is grateful that I saved her some work but I doubt it. She can be an ungrateful wretch on occasion. Peace out, Kes.

You can contact Jillian here: http://www.JillianChantal.com
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Welcome Faye Avalon with her newest story, Bad In Bed

Bad in Bed. I love that title! I’d like to welcome a good friend, Faye Avalon, to my blog today. Faye and I met through another author and friend and I quickly became an admirer of her work. I’ve had the opportunity to read Bad in Bed and it is a screaming-hot and emotional read. So I won’t make you wait any longer and will hand the mic over to Faye:

Thank you for hosting me on your blog, Lace. Bad in Bed, released by Evernight Publishing on October 24, is my first contemporary erotic romance and the first book in the Brighton Heat series.


Blurb:

Amber walked right into a cliché when she found her fiance in bed with her best friend. With plenty of practice she plans to discredit his claims that she is lousy in bed, but his warning that her physical scars repulse men is more difficult to bear. 

Memories of his past have taught Ethan to keep women at a healthy distance. Instantly attracted to Amber, he finds it strange that she’s happy to indulge in a quickie in a shop doorway, yet resists his attempts to get her naked.

When her secrets are revealed, Ethan sets out to make Amber see that not only is she dynamite in bed, her scars in no way diminish how desirable she is. When Ethan enlists the help of his friend Marco and sets up a threesome, he hopes this will not only improve Amber’s sexual confidence, but will prevent him losing his heart.

Excerpt:

His hands didn’t stop as he reached around and with equal stealth drew down the short zipper of her dress. Slipping the other strap, he eased down the bodice.

Air brushed over her naked skin and she drew in a breath as her nipples were freed from their thin cotton covering.

Molten heat radiated from Ethan’s eyes as his gaze tracked down to her breasts. His breathing hitched, giving Amber spectacular pleasure in the knowledge her body had that effect on him. He toyed with her nipples, sending delicious heat burning down her body and zooming between her legs.

Amber’s head fell back as he continued the slow, delicious torture. When his thumbs left her nipples she murmured a complaint but then felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth cover her breast.

If she hadn’t been sitting, her legs might have collapsed because they felt liquid, numb. She squirmed with pleasure as his tongue began a slow, steady slide over her nipple. Circling, flicking. All the while the heat of his mouth covered her sensitive breast, sending delicious shivers through her body.

His free hand slid down to her knee and she opened her legs slightly as his fingers slipped over her thigh and moved upward. He drew his mouth from her breast and touched his lips to hers. “Wider,” he ordered, his tone dark and sexy as his mouth moved against hers.

Swallowing, Amber obliged. She wanted him to touch her, to slide his hand up, to use his fingers to satisfy the ache building between her legs. Desire swam deep in her core. It was a new, agonizingly pleasurable experience. Vaguely, she wondered if Ethan was deliberately making her wait, because his hand didn’t move from her thigh. Damn him. She wiggled her body closer, but still he didn’t take the hint. Was she doing something wrong?

Nerves pushed through the pleasure, making her wonder whether she really was so bloody bad at all this that Trevor had been right. She tensed at the thought, drawing her knees together and straightening up. She met Ethan’s gaze, puzzled to see dark desire still burning in his eyes. What was going on?

“I didn’t tell you to close your legs.” His tone was so low it was almost menacing, but Amber wasn’t afraid. In fact, her confidence soared. The eroticism of his voice, the predatory way his fingers walked up her thigh, the hooded eyes that gleamed their desire all indicated she was obviously doing something right.

Air brushed over her legs as the path of Ethan’s determined fingers pushed her skirt higher. “Open your legs, gorgeous. And don’t stop until I say it’s enough.”

Eagerly, she did as he said and opened her legs as wide as the tightness of her skirt would allow.

When she reached the limit, he smiled a feral smile. “That’ll do. For now.”

Amber swallowed again, her mouth dry but her pussy weeping with erotic anticipation.

His fingers reached toward her heat, then retreated as his hooded gaze drove into hers.

She wanted to scream at him to touch her, but he was already hoisting himself above her, pushing her slowly back until she was lying diagonally across the leather sofa. Her breasts were exposed, and Ethan took a long, leisurely perusal. He hooked his fingers into the top of her dress, which lay at her waist, and started pulling it down.

Naked, except for her sandals, she shivered.

Ethan remained fully dressed in his white linen shirt and trousers.

It was so hopelessly erotic, Amber licked her lips. “It’s not exactly fair,” she complained breathily as she ran her hands up his forearms. “We should even things up a bit.”

“What did you have in mind, green eyes?”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, managing to undo two buttons of his shirt before he caught her wrists. “Not yet.”

Amber looked up at him beneath lowered lashes. “Why not?”

He placed his knee between her legs and leaned over her until he could brace himself on his forearms. “Because I’ve got plans and they don’t involve me naked being just yet.”

Plans, Amber thought dazedly. What exactly did he have in store for her?

She didn’t have to wait long for the answer, because Ethan dropped his mouth to hers and began a slow, erotic kiss that made her head spin. His tongue teased, flicked, and probed, taunting her with the promise of what was to come when he finally got inside her. The spinning feeling intensified. Damn good thing she was lying down, because she felt completely boneless.

Ethan’s hot mouth moved to her neck, his lips toying with her earlobe before tracing down the side of her neck and to her throat. Lightly, he flicked his tongue over the little notch at her collarbone.

She bucked, her breath hitching. Hell. Who knew that was a particularly erogenous zone? She closed her eyes as his mouth moved lower, his tongue sliding over her breasts desperately close to her aching nipples. First to the left, then to the right. So close but so far away. She squirmed, trying to get her nipple to his mouth, but he was already sliding his tongue down the centre of her body.

He shifted her hips, angling her to him as he knelt on the floor. He circled her navel, touched the tip of his tongue to the centre so that Amber squirmed again. Ethan glanced up, his wicked mouth turned up at the corner. “Like that?”

“Like you don’t know,” she complained huskily.

He grinned. “Let’s find out what else you like.” With his hands on her thighs he eased them open, gave one last ridiculously sexy grin, and then lowered his head.

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Adonis Devereux and their powerful Lotus Trilogy series’ newest story.

As part of the Evernight Publishing family, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of hanging out with Adonis Devereux, a husband and wife writing team. Today, they’re stopping by with their newest release. It’s an intense, erotic read, so I’ll stop talking now and turn the mic over to Adonis:

Thank you for having us today! We’re thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing.  This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.

One more thing: if you haven’t read book one, The Soldier’s Lotus, yet, don’t worry! It’s only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it’s still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!

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The Lotus Trilogy, 2

Six years ago, Kamen Itenu was made the Regent of the Sunjaa nation, ruling for a boy-king, and thus became the most powerful man in all the west. But Kamen is not just the Regent. He is also a man who has lost his first love, and he has never expected his heart to kindle again.

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor’s sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira’s honor kindles Kamen’s broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.

Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.

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“So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.
Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”

Darien’s eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”

The slave hurried into the room.

“Let it be written,” Kamen said.

Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.

Kamen returned to Ajalira’s side. “What is your family name?”

“Zomalin.”

Kamen did not know that name. “I’m going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”

Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen’s arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.

Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira’s full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.

“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.

Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”

Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.

Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen’s cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.

“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.

“Don’t think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that’s all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”

Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.

Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her.Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.

Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.

“What’s wrong?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.

“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.

Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.

But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa’s.

Kamen’s erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you’ve had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”

Ajalira nodded vigorously.

“Not yet.”

Ajalira whimpered again.

“Yours is the last pussy I’ll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.
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Get ready for some heat – Jean Maxwell’s here with a hot new story

I’ve invited Jean Maxwell to the blog today to showcase the second book in her Spanish Seduction series. I fell in love with the cover of El Mirador  and El Precio, her newest story, is just as hot. If the cover doesn’t warm your cheeks, the excerpt below will. Sizzling! 

And, after you’ve read that, be sure to check Jean’s Journal each Wednesday for her “Working Stiffs” celebration of the working class. the links are at the end of this blog and it’s well worth the click. 🙂

El Precio, The Price of Passion

Blurb:

Following your passions, whether in your past, present or future, comes at a price.

Happily in love with engineer David Parker, and pursuing her new career as CEO of Flynn Enterprises in sunny Spain, architect Zara Flynn’s idyllic world is shaken to the core with a single text message. She must return home to Montreal to deal with an apartment break-in and the theft of her car. At the same time, her heart is put on the line by a woman from Dave’s past who claims to be pregnant with his child.

Her mind reeling, she flees to Montreal to do damage control on her property, landing in the arms of an old flame who spares no expense in trying to win her back. Exhausted and vulnerable, she is charmed by his attention, but can he be trusted?

Zara is torn between two worlds, when the most devastating news of all is revealed. Can she make things right with Dave, or has she already lost him to another woman?

Buy links:
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Excerpt:

“Welcome back, Lightning Girl,” he said with a dimpled smile, his voice low and raw with emotion. He took her hands in his. She thought her knees might give out as she recognized the undisguised need in his gaze. She swallowed hard and clasped his hands to her chest.

“Hey, Thunder Boy,” she said, embarrassed at the squeaky, Debra Winger-ish voice ensuing from her lips.

“May I escort you to your office?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance at the small crowd surrounding Mrs. Flynn.

Zara nodded weakly, feeling incapable of uttering another word. Dave’s arm slipped around her shoulders and guided her away from the action and down the long hall.

At last, they reached the cool solitude of the CEO’s office, Dave closing the door behind them. They didn’t get much farther. He spun her around and braced her against the heavy oak paneling, trapping her between him and the door.

“My God, I missed you,” he said, his mouth seeking hers insistently. She barely heard his words above the pounding of her own heart. Her lips trembled as they met his in a searing, all-consuming kiss. If he’d not been holding her so tight, she’d have melted to the floor in a pool of desire. She pulled her hands free and dove them into his tousled locks, dragging her fingers through the soft, collar-length waves of light brown hair.

When they broke their kiss, neither of them breathed lightly. A kiss wasn’t nearly enough to quell the urges seething within. Dave leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.

“This is completely unprofessional and inappropriate,” he whispered.

“I agree,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “What on earth were you thinking, Mr. Parker?”

“Ha.” He smiled his signature half-smile as he continued to hyperventilate. “I was thinking, a demonstration might make things more clear, Miss Flynn.” He swallowed and brought his respiration rate down to a manageable level. “With your permission?”

“By all means, you have my complete attention, sir.”

He pushed away from the door, pulling her with him. He dragged one of the hard-backed visitor chairs over and jammed it up against the doorknob. Walking backwards, he towed her across the room to the oversized drafting table between two massive bookcases. He lifted her to sit on the vinyl-topped surface, wedging his body between her knees. His hands framed her face while he kissed her, hard.

Without conscious thought, Zara’s fingers went to his belt, flipping the buckle open and sliding it through the jean loops and onto the floor. She undid the metal button and worked the zipper down in a few tugs. He caught up strands of her hair and massaged them against her cheeks as he deepened his kiss, letting her continue undressing him. She separated the buttons on his soft denim shirt, slipping her hands inside to stroke his muscled chest. Her fingertips found his taut nipples and lingered there, tickling and touching.

He wrenched the rest of the shirt off then set to work on the front buttons of her sweater, stripping her down to her lacy black bra. His mouth moved to her chest, licking and kissing the mounds of her breasts as he pushed up the hem of her skirt.

With her hormones raging, Zara felt like she might leave a puddle on the tabletop if she didn’t get his dick inside her in the next ten seconds. She grasped at the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down past his hips, releasing his swollen member from its bounds. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, lifting her enough to free her skirt from around her bum. Her thin panties were no match for Dave’s insistent fingers. Not much material to them in any case, they shredded easily in his hands. He slung one arm under her knee and lifted it to his ribs, creating enough clearance to plunge his throbbing penis into her.

Zara sucked in air at the sudden, aggressive entry, surprised at how much the rough play excited her. Her arms went tight around his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, clinging to him like a cat on a scratching post. She relished the pounding rhythm of his cock driving into her. Holy Mother, was this how it would always be between them if they were apart for more than a few days? God, she hoped so.

She took all of what he had to give her, mindless of the blueprints and mechanical pencils scattering to the floor from the rocking tabletop. Without the benefit of much foreplay, Zara still felt the rising tide of orgasm flow toward her center as she matched his thrusts.

It usually didn’t work that way for her, the tender tissues between her legs typically requiring a bit more encouragement and…finesse, but…right now…felt good. Jesus, this was her workplace! At least twenty people stood not five meters outside the door. This is crazy!

A burning flush rose up her chest, her breasts tingling and tightening, while her inner thighs quivered on the threshold of surrender. The very idea of making it on an office desk, and that they might be discovered at any moment, brought an unexpected thrill. This is beyond crazy…this is unconscionable…this is…oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

She tumbled into orgasm, and so did he. As Dave was about to let out a satisfactory moan, Zara covered his mouth in a smothering kiss to prevent any telltale noise from exiting the room. His free hand cupped the back of her head. She listened to the sound of his breathing and the soft grunts trapped in his throat as he buried himself in her kiss.

Their lips parted, and he nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe before speaking in a painful whisper. “I’m sorry…if I rushed you. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you. I can do better.”

She kissed his cheek. “If you were hurting me, I sure as hell like being hurt,” she replied. “And if you did any better, I’d have to fire you. For being so unprofessional. But your, demonstration, was certainly convincing. Remind me to have you make business presentations more often.”

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A Treat For Urban Fantasy Fans – Misty Burke Visits

I’ve got a special treat for urban fantasy fans, as well as anyone who loves a steamy read steeped in romance and LOTS of conflict, where the sex is as hot as the tension. Fellow Evernight author Misty Burke has been creating paranormal and fantasy worlds for some time now and  is here to tell us all about her newest story, The Midnight Cup:

Hi everyone! My name is Misty Burke and I’m so happy to be visiting with you today. In fact, I’d love to take a minute and tell you a little more about my newest release – The Midnight Cup.

Here is a short blurb to whet the appetite:

The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire … turned soul mate.

Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he finds The Midnight Cup. A quaint coffee house with a backroom filled with vampires.

The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker and she’s a Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she’s a beautiful white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings Marcus into her life.

The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows what could happen next.

Here is a small excerpt to get a taste for the story itself:

Standing in the moonlight, he watched the neon sign blink in the window of the coffee house across the street. College kids came and went around him. Yet none seemed to notice his presence. The stranger had spent years learning to blend into the shadows.

The night hours slowly passed. It wasn’t until he could feel the coming dawn that he strode across the street and walked inside. Only a few students were left as he took a seat at a corner table. He was keenly aware that the backroom was now empty and this fact pleased the woman behind the counter.

Oddly though, she hadn’t stopped staring at him since he entered. The delicate beauty could somehow see through his shades of practiced darkness and it unnerved him. The tattoo that circled his left bicep felt like it tightened.

They locked eyes as she approached. “What are you?” She leaned in and pretended to wipe down his table.

“I was just wondering the same thing about you.” She reminded him of a skittish foal.  He reached out to touch her hand and she jerked back.

“Is that why you’re here?” Looking hurt, then angry, she motioned to the door. “Get out.”

“You’ve got this all wrong.” The stranger shook his head in confusion and then pointed toward the red curtain. “I’m here to help you with your little…problem.”

She froze and gave him a long, hard look. “I’ll ask you again. What are you?”

He pulled a large wooden stake out of his trench coat and laid it on the table. “I’m a slayer.”

She sat down at his table and spoke with soft, hesitant words. “Are you part of the Society?”

The question hung in the air as he watched tiny sparkles of gold dance in her light blue eyes. Unknowingly, he reached for her again. The jolt of electricity that followed caused him to take in a quick breath of air. The surge was sudden and left warmth. Staring down at their point of contact, his large hand covering hers, he smiled in awe. “I’m Marcus McKinney. And yes, I’m with the Society.”

“Then you know I’m a natural,” she paused only a moment, “don’t you?”

The glowing warmth evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. In one fluid motion, he disconnected from her and picked up the stake. Damn it, Josh. This was not in your report. He hid the weapon back in the folds of his trench coat and questioned his next move. There wasn’t supposed to be any other paranormal element. The Society might care, but his fight was only with the vampires. This white witch was not his problem.

The woman across from him looked so innocent. “Whatever it is that causes your heart to darken…”

The slayer pushed back his chair and stood. “Let’s get this straight. I’ve no interest in your natural magic or your pity. My assignment is only the coven of vampires you harbor. Don’t get in my way.”

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Serenity didn’t have to watch him leave. She could feel it. This slayer, with his curly brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, had an aura she hadn’t experienced before. It was more complex and torn than the simplicity of a human. Yet it didn’t have the vast emptiness of the vampire either. His soul was different, unique, hidden in shadow. Marcus McKinney was circled with a deep fog. There were layers to this man she just couldn’t see and that intrigued her.

In fact, she couldn’t think of much else as she closed up the coffee shop. Even after saying goodbye to her staff and locking the doors, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. It was clear to her that his fight with Ivan’s clan was personal. For he might be shaped like a slayer, with years of physical training, but there was more to him than that. Marcus wasn’t just another Society drone. He couldn’t be.

You can find more information on The Midnight Cup, and my other stories, at:   Misty Burke

Buy link:   Evernight Publishing

Taming the Boss Lady by Jan Bowles

I know I’ve been talking a lot lately about my new release, so I thought I’d give y’all a break and showcase a new release by a friend of mine, Jan Bowles.  It looks to be hot, hot, hot. And, if I know Jan, very intense. As well, she designed the cover herself. Well done, Jan!

The Blurb:
Twenty-nine-year-old Kelly McCloud is not the average submissive. CEO of a large corporate company, she demands and gets respect wherever she goes. Surrounded by weak yes-men, Kelly yearns for the touch of a dominant man—someone who can relieve the pressure in her hectic life.

Natural Dom and Club Submission owner Matthew Strong is instantly drawn to the sexy, self-assured woman. Just who is this opinionated, outspoken lady who frequents his club night after night? When she turns down all the other Masters, he decides to take control.
At thirty-five, Matthew has the experience to handle any woman, however important she may believe herself to be. With a little careful training, he can mold Kelly into the perfect sub, but when enemies from within surface unexpectedly, his well-laid plans may just have to be put on hold.
Has Matthew finally met his match taming the boss lady?

Buy link:

SirenBookStrand Publishing

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