Tuesday, September 29, 2015
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In Shadowed Passage, Dylan is on a mission - He’s spent most of his life developing his psychic talents, trained with the military, and learned the skills necessary to locate the family he’d destroyed as a child. One last mission for his now ex-boss and he’ll begin his search.
Tori, a young woman weeks away from graduating with her psych doctorate, is torn from her stable life and thrust into a world of espionage, warriors, and unexplainable phenomenon. The man she loves, Major Clannahan, attaches her to the unit charged with locating a terrorist cell.
Dylan, leading the unit, draws her like no other. Yet the darkness buried in his soul will test her skills and patience beyond anything she’s ever known.
“Yeah, so have her knees.”
David shook his head. “You have no idea.”
Locking gazes, he realized David held his secrets, too. Not that he’d probably share. “Care to elaborate?”
“Naw. It’s nothing.” His cryptic smile said otherwise. His shoulders shook slightly as he swiveled his chair around and got up.
“I’ll deal with it. Tori belongs to me now. He’s just going to have to find a new plaything. She deserves better than that, someone closer to her own age.”
Life teaches us many lessons. One of the most important ones Shyla’s learned is to take the time to enjoy family and friends. Our circumstances change on a daily basis. However small the differences may seem, they add up over time. Through a lifetime of various trials and tribulations, she’s discovered the enjoyment of sharing her stories with those that would relish participating in the journey of extaordinary people through their everyday lives.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015
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Saturday, September 19, 2015
In Shadowed Passage, Kyley is a young woman rescued after a lifetime of captivity and torture. Taylor is the telekinetic who rescued her from the psychopathic intent on mass annihilation and anarchy.
“You know, Taylor, you’ve been awful pushy lately with training...”
“Have I now? Wasn’t aware preparing you to defend your life was offensive.”
His deep velvet voice reminded her of the warmth his arms provided. Unable to hold back, she reached up to push a lock of hair from his brow, the silky texture a balm to her soul. The shadow of his beard chafed the side of her neck when he nuzzled.
“Well, you have, but I know how you could make it up to me...” Sliding her arms around his waist and pulling him tight made his pupils dilate, almost obscuring the iris. She’d come to love the animalistic hunger which overcame him when she flirted.
“We only have thirty minutes.” His eyes narrowed in sensual warning. A dare.
“Mmm, I hear it doesn’t always take long...”
“Sweetheart, I want your first time to be perfect. Not rushed. This is neither the time nor the place...”
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Saturday, September 5, 2015
In Carnal Innocence, Callie is a naïve young woman experiencing her first love. Unfortunately, it comes on the heels of a devastating mutilation at the hands of a psychopathic kidnapper.
Nate, an ex-Special Forces private investigator, is tasked by the military to keep her out of terrorist’s hands and by his heart to bring her gently into his world. A world of D/s, where paranormal talents don’t exist, and one wrong move could cost Callie her much-treasured freedom.
“I love chocolate.”
“Good. Open up.” He didn’t need to tell her his approach for rewarding good behavior. She’d know. The point made—he wouldn’t push.
“So what are we going to do today?” The small smear on her upper lip begged to be licked off.
She didn’t flinch when he reached up to wipe it with the pad of his thumb. Her eyes widened and jaw dropped. The pulse rate in the base of her neck increased, as did the rise and fall of her chest. Touching her lips with his chocolate smudged finger, he growled when she cleaned it with her tongue. A natural.
After the clinical efficiency in which he’d washed her body, she’d feel the difference with his touch now. Her expression exhibited certain knowledge of future expectations and even eagerness. Her sultry gaze spoke volumes.
I’m in deep shit.