There are HUGE Predators

I thought I’d give you a sexy taste of what just might be my upcoming release on July 5th. You know I love to mix my genres. I can’t help myself. On this gorgeous Friday, take a taste of…

PREDATOR

“Get going! Get the fuck going!” Greg demanded, popping off another series of shots in the direction of the attack.

Both Shane and Samuel shot past me, trudging through the forest, their faces paralyzed with panic. Ice and snow continued to fall, stained in crimson. I noticed Dr. Consuelos alien twocrawling toward us, anguish covering his face. Everything was surreal, time almost standing still.

“Help. Me.” I don’t know how I was able to understand his dying words as a series of keening growls permeated the air, but I did, and the sound would forever haunt me.

Run. Run. Run!I was drowning in a quicksand of ice, my feet slipping.

A deep roar rumbled through the forest, stilling every other creature. I heard a series of thunderous noises. They were coming.

They were coming for me.

Suddenly, I was alone and in a few seconds of insanity where there was no doubt I was going to die, I saw his face. A very human face but there was something wrong. No, not wrong exactly. The look of this amazing creature was like a vision from the heavens above, rugged and handsome. How could I think this way? I was frozen with fear, but my mind reeling as electricity soared between us. Then a second and a third creature emerged from the frozen shadows, their faces appearing as if from distant planets, not from the depths of the forest. These weren’t beasts of this world, but creations from another.

An unsettling rushed through my mind, creating a series of tingles along every inch of skin. I was mesmerized, unable to move.

One beast stepped forward, his body moving through the snow with ease. Massive in size and structure, he stood at well over seven feet tall. Long dark hair, matted with snow and ice framed an angular, chiseled face. He was covered in fur pelts and for a few seconds I thought I was witnessing a Viking in battle. While there was no way to make out his features, I could see his eyes as they bore into mine, penetrating into my very soul.

Even in the blinding snow, I was able to lock onto his amazing emerald green eyes, flecks of gold and amethyst glowing in the dimness. The fantasy.His expression was carnal, laced with extreme danger, but his actions toward me weren’t a threat, merely curiosity.

And hunger.

I could almost read his mind, his primitive thoughts regarding feasting.

And fucking.

His burning gaze made my tummy buzz, my nipples harden, desire burning my flesh. Everything about this was preposterous, being turned on by some flesh-eating monster, but my mouth was dry from a building excitement. I was jittery, even in the freezing cold, trying to catch my breath as his gaze deepened, hardened by the horrific life he’d led.

I hadn’t realized I’d taken several steps closer, drawn to him by a connection that could not be denied. I lifted my arm, struggling to reach him. To touch him. He came even closer, his growl rumbling into my very core. My body was warm, infused with an intense longing penetrating every muscle and cell. My pussy clenched, a reaction I hadn’t experienced other than in a dream in a very long time. I could almost gather a scent of cream slickening my panties, an absolute impossibility.

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be described as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

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DANGEROUS

Shoring my shoulders, I made my way to his room, plastering on a huge smile. There was no way he would recognize me from a few hours before. None. Right? I brushed my hand through my hair, calming my nerves then held my hand in front of the door, ready to knock. All the adrenaline and courage seemed to leak out and I was just about ready to run away with my tail between my legs. Then my nagging voice laughed at me. I had every right to be cautious. What if this guy had been sent to find me? Slinking back, I collided with the railing, huffing as I almost catapulted over the top. This was ridiculous.

If the gorgeous hunk of a man had been sent to hunt me down, I’d be locked in a trunk somewhere. That is assuming he had another vehicle. See, another reason the guy had todangerous_full be on the up and up. He’d traveled here on a bike. I rolled my eyes, laughing at myself. Some brave chick I was.

My confidence back in check, my knuckles were ready to rap on the door when it was yanked open, the force almost pulling me inside.

“What the hell do you want?” the gruff voice asked, intense green eyes flashing at me.

“I, um…” The tall drink of water was even sexier up close. He towered over me, his rippling muscles and broad chest mouthwatering. His well-worn jeans accentuated all the delicious traits God had adorned him with.

A thick cock begging to be set free.

Even the jagged scar covering a good portion of his face was strangely enticing. Every cell in my body was on fire, ignited from embers that had never been this combustible.

He raked his eyes down the length of me, a sneer on his face. I could tell by the lingering look exactly what he was thinking, brutal and raw sex. When his gaze settled on my breasts, I didn’t have to take a glance to know my nipples were fully erect, poking through the thin material of my shirt. This was a mistake, a huge mistake. “I’m sorry. I must have the wrong room.”

“I don’t think so, little lady.” His massive hand snapped around my wrist, yanking me inside. I heard the door slamming and whimpered under my breath. I was in so much trouble. Within a split second, I was shoved up against the wall, his powerful frame only inches from mine. “I’ll ask you again, what do you want?”

“Nothing, I…” I was never tongue-tied. Ever. But the scent of him, all musk and testosterone filtered into my nose, assaulting not only my body but my brain cells as well. All I could think about was wallowing naked underneath his carved-like-stone muscles, being ravaged in every manner.

“Nothing, eh? From what I heard, you were looking specifically for me. There’s always a reason. Who sent you?”

The damn clerk had warned him of my pending arrival. Fucker.“No one sent me. I was going to offer you a drink. You know, from the Sandpiper just down the road?” I snarked as I pointed to my chest, almost dying of embarrassment since his eyes were drawn back to my very hard, elongated nipples.

He narrowed his eyes, leaning in and taking a deep whiff. When he blew the hot breath across my cheek and neck, I thought I was going to fall into a puddle on the floor. No man had ever had this kind of effect on me. He was also irritating as hell, trying his best to play the bad guy in order to terrify me.

“A drink, huh? I don’t see anything in your hands that would indicate you’re telling the truth, shirt or no shirt. I suggest you come clean or pay the consequences.”

Now, he pissed me off, his arrogance way off the charts. “What did you say?”

He leaned closer until his lips were only centimeters from mine. “You heard me. You better come clean or else.”

“Are you threatening me?” I glared into his eyes, rising onto my tiptoes. The move was clumsy, pushing our lips together. I could taste a hint of liquor and the kind of indulgence that was all male. Everything about this man was intoxicating, but I refused to allow him to notice.

We both lingered in that position, as if daring the other to initiate the kiss. I was the one who shrank back, even though I would have loved to have his tongue in my mouth.

“I don’t threaten. I make promises. Now, I suggest you come clean or I might just have to punish you.”

“Excuse me?” I laughed, shrinking back even further against the wall. “Punish? Are you nuts? Just let me go. I won’t bother you, but the drink offer is off the table.” There was no way to budge the concrete block standing in front of me. I could tell my lower lip was quivering, giving me away. I was forced to admit that the man excited the hell out of me. He was dark and dangerous, mysterious and stimulating in ways that sent nefarious images floating in front of my eyes.

“I don’t think so. You’re better off to tell me who sent you. I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

“Easy? Just who do you think you are?” I smacked my hands against his chest, somehow managing to move the boulder just enough to slink out from under his arms, racing toward the door.

He caught me again easily enough, chuckling darkly as he jerked me against his chest. “You know what I think?”

“I don’t want to know.” I glared at him, squirming to get out of his hold. Even through the dense fabric of my jeans, I gathered a scent of my pussy juice. My panties were already soaked. Shame shifted through me. How could I be attracted in any manner?

The he-man slowly darted his gaze downward, lifting a single eyebrow. “Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. Anyone who spies, snoops, or tries to gather information about me will be punished and you’re no exception.”

I hope you enjoyed and have a great weekend!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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A Very DANGEROUS Man…

You know how I love my dark and dangerous men. I have a brand new dark mafia romance out, one I think you’re going to love. Blade is a killer, his nickname given the method of kill and the scar on his face, but he has his limits. Once reached, he’s determined to find a new life, including redemption. However… Sometimes life takes a curious course, forcing a man with no conscience to revisit his values. Take a taste of…

DANGEROUS

Blade

“Look, you fucking asshole. I own you. If you dare think you’re going to get away with this, you don’t know me very well. Be prepared to meet your maker.” Diego’s left leg was dangerous_fulltwitching and as soon as the call ended, he tossed his cell phone, cursing in Spanish. “Puto gilipollas. Voy a matarlo.”

Fucking asshole. I’ll fucking kill him.The words were harsh, but no doubt truthful and on the mark. I almost never witnessed Diego losing his cool. That wasn’t his style. He was the man who could enjoy savoring a fine dinner, drinking a bottle of wine, and enjoying good conversation with his enemy, all before issuing a contract. And the poor dumb fucker would never know what hit him. The fact this individual bothered him so much meant everything I’d heard could be true.

I remained quiet, studying the buildings as we passed by. I actually loathed the limo rides but when the man wanted to make an entrance, I was always along for the ride, even against my advice. That had included tonight. After what Breaker had told me, I was more on edge than ever, prepared for an attack. Diego had more than one ‘situation’ as he liked to call them, one of the people he was trying to do business with reneging on his promise. For Diego? That was a punishable offense. My gut told me tonight would be interesting.

“Stop worrying, Erik,” Diego stated then yanked his drink from the holder, swirling the ice in a violent manner. I’d never seen him this angry.

“My job, sir.”

He chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips. I took the opportunity to glance in his direction, noticing the barrel of his favored Glock. He usually preferred not to carry, which meant he was also worried. “You’re about the only man in my family I can count on. I appreciate that. I really do.” He turned his head, glaring out the window. “Things may get a bit… messy in the next few days. I hope you can handle it.” Diego shook his head after saying the words. “An out of state asshole believes he is going to take a portion of my business. He will learn the hard way.”

“Nothing to worry about.” I had firepower with me: a Beretta in an ankle holster, and my Browning Hi-Power clipped inside my jacket. A blade wouldn’t do for tonight, not with the stakes this high. Nothing was going to interfere with Diego’s evening. Not on my watch. The man would always have enemies, groups of various gangs trying to take over. I’d heard certain rumors, other cartels hell bent on taking over Miami. That would be interesting to watch.

“Good man.” Diego exhaled, remaining quiet, but his leg continued to twitch. Even his own soldiers would say his actions were a sign of weakness. The man was cracking a little under the surface. Maybe the perfect time to escape.

Maybe the perfect time to get myself killed.

Avoiding making any noise, I glanced back out the window. We were only three blocks and one traffic light away. I wanted to get this night the hell over with.

“I won’t tolerate betrayal of any kind. None. I can’t have it for my organization.” Diego’s statement was clear. There was a rat in the family.

“I understand, sir. I feel the same.” I cringed just saying the words.

“I know you do. You’re like a son to me, Erik. You’d done very well for me. Very well indeed.”

I felt his cold stare, could almost hear what he was thinking. I own you. Sadly, the man did, and I’d accepted the role, even though I knew all those years ago what that would mean. “Thank you.”

“But the man who risks crossing me will pray for death.” Chuckling, he polished off his drink and adjusted his jacket before running both hands through his hair.

The man preened in front of anyone who would take notice. He also loved grandstanding to anyone who would listen. “Let me do a sweep.” There were dozens of people coming and going into the front of the Casablanca Casino, the area far too easy for one of Diego’s enemies to get a clean shot. We parked in back and only inches from the door. I climbed out, surveying the perimeter as I walked the area. I didn’t like the fact we didn’t have backup tonight, but given Diego’s penchant for the woman inside, he wasn’t prepared to give any additional fodder to the soldiers.

I snickered every time he came to see the blonde-haired actress, as if the entire city of Miami hadn’t figured out the infamous Diego Sanchez was having a torrid affair with her, including his wife. This was the way of things. When I was certain the alley was clean, I moved to the other side of the limo, opening the door. “Clear.”

Diego plastered on a smile and carefully stepped over the ugly cracks leading to the door. There were no paparazzi, no welcoming committee meeting him in a rat-infested back alley, but appearances were certainly everything. He offered no instructions and I said nothing else.

Both the driver and I were expected to wait.

And we did.

That is, until I heard the distinct sounds of a gun being fired, two shots only, muffled but distinct enough. I reacted, yanking out my gun and tossing open the door, racing inside. The weapon was locked and loaded, two additional ammo clips in my breast pocket. I knew every inch of the casino, every bathroom and every clandestine ‘special’ suite. I shoved my way past both employees and customers, taking long strides. I’d calculated the time it would take me to get to the suite prepared for El Hefe. Twelve seconds had passed. One second too long.

No one stood in my way or tried to stop me. Screams could be heard seconds before a single additional shot. Now, I was pissed. As people started running from every direction, heading for the exit, I powered through, seeing the coward aiming for another shot. Tuning out everything but the job at hand, I pulled the trigger. The man went down with a hard thud.

As I moved further inside the suite, I was able to see the blonde actress cowering in the corner, Diego comforting her, blood seeping through his crisp white linen jacket. There was also another girl still in the room, frozen, her eyes glued to the assassin. She was no doubt a dealer given her black and white attire. I had no time to deal with her. At least the shot had been clean, catching the asshole between the eyes.

“Oh!” the blonde screamed, clawing at Diego.

“I need to get you out of here.” I reacted, grabbing Diego and covering his body with mine.

“Don’t leave me!” the blonde demanded.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Diego said absently, hissing under his breath.

The blonde shouted various obscenities as we left. We were in the limo and leaving the scene before we heard the first siren. No one would remember that Diego Sanchez had even been at the casino, including his lover. They knew better than to open their mouths.

* * *

I was aware that the hit had been placed on Diego and as expected, this wasn’t some random attack. The traitor had to know he was going to be at the casino, which narrowed the suspects down to three people. The actress. The owner of the casino. And myself. Even the limo driver had no advance knowledge. I stood outside Diego’s office, trying to keep my cool. Yet my thoughts shifted back to his statement regarding betrayal. El Hefecertainly enjoyed retaliation, especially for snakes in his operation. The only thing I knew for certain was that I had nothing to do with the hit.

Although the thought had crossed my mind on several occasions. I hated the man with a passion, loathed everything he stood for. One day, I’d see the light leaving his treacherous eyes. Fucking bastard. I resisted snarling from the thought, clenching my fist until my fingers ached from lack of oxygen.

There was no mistaking what was going on behind the double doors. One of the other three parties was being beaten to shit, no doubt by Breaker and one of the others. Whatever Diego did to the blonde, I would bet she’d have a difficult time getting work on the screen again. That is, unless the casino owner confessed.

When the doors were opened, I wasn’t surprised that the beaten and bloodied man was being carried out, his feet dragging and moans coming from his mangled mouth. The poor asshole had lasted longer than I’d thought he would. Guess I was next.

“Erik.” Diego’s voice was smooth, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

I walked inside, giving Breaker a nod. My buddy had a smile on his face, as if he’d just won the lottery.

“Sir,” I said with respect as I moved into the center of the room. At this point, I had no idea what to expect, but clearly Diego remained shaken from the earlier incident. Maybe I was the only one who knew him so well. I even kept a file of sorts regarding the man’s weaknesses. Just in case…

“You both can leave,” Diego said to the others.

Breaker winked as he headed for the door, wiping blood from his face. The other soldier I didn’t know, and the man didn’t bother giving me a look. This was just another day at the office. When the doors were closed, I did everything I could to keep my cool.

Diego turned around slowly. There was no outward sign he’d been shot, the bullet coming dangerously close to his heart, but there was a nervous tic that seemed to take over his entire face. He narrowed his eyes as he closed the distance, gripping my shoulder. “You saved my life. I’m eternally grateful.”

“Doing my job, sir.”

He kept his grip firm, his eyes searching mine. Exhaling, he finally smiled. “I trust you implicitly, Erik, which is why I had the others leave. As you might imagine, the traitor has reared his ugly head. I have too much at stake to allow such behavior to continue.”

I knew better than to ask any questions. El Hefewould supply exactly what I needed to know. “Yes, sir.”

“To that end, I want to take care of something personally and I’m going to manage all the details privately. However, there is a piece of this I do need you to take care of. We can’t have any loose ends, not with certain other parties breathing down my neck.”

“What can I do for you?” My gut was churning, my instincts telling me this was a setup of some kind. Certain other parties. Whoever was challenging Diego must be extremely powerful, or at least well connected.

“I want to handle this eradication differently. I believe I have someone in this family who’s working with a particular colleague of mine. That doesn’t bode well for certain trades.” Diego chuckled. “I must flush out this wound before it festers. I’m certain you can understand.”

“Absolutely.” His trades were drugs. Heroin. Opioids. Some cocaine. He had the market from Virginia to the Keys, Cuba to South America, and even some of the Caribbean islands. At least for now.

“I have an envelope that I don’t want you to open until you leave not only my office but the entire property. Only then will you find out the details of a job I want you to perform.”

Diego was afraid there were eyes and ears. Interesting. In order for the traitor to breach the compound, he would have to be closely linked with Diego. My skin began to crawl. There was still a solid possibility that this was nothing more than a test of my loyalty. If he needed a fall guy, I was an obvious choice, no matter all I’d proved to him during the last seven and a half years. “When do you want this carried out?”

He smiled, releasing his hold and walking toward his desk. Taking his time, he pulled a cigar from his humidor, holding the clippers in his other hand. He allowed the cutting mechanism to slice the air twice before inserting the Cuban, slowly pressing down. The tip fell into the awaiting ashtray. He sucked on the end of the cigar before lighting, pulling in several puffs and holding the smoke. As he released, the billows creating perfect circle formations, he studied me. “Immediately, Erik. I can’t have my enemies learning that I’ve been compromised in any manner.”

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SYNOPSIS

He’s the kind of man other men fear, but I wasn’t afraid. I should have been.

I knew Erik Chenault was dangerous the moment I saw him. Everything about him should have warned me away, from the scar on his face to the fact that mobsters call him Blade. But I was drawn like a moth to a flame, and I ended up burnt… and blushing, sore, and thoroughly used.

Now he’s taken it upon himself to protect me from men like the ones we both tried to leave in our past. He’s going to make me his whether I like it or not… but I think I’m going to like it.

PURCHASE DANGEROUS

Can a BAD Man be Redeemed?

Isn’t that a question? Do you think a killer has a chance at becoming a good guy? Well, I’m exploring that very concept in my next release. The working title is A Bad, Bad Man, although its going to change. My guy is a true Capo, protecting the most heinous mafia leader of all time. And in truth, he’s sick of his job. When he’s asked to do the unthinkable, he makes another choice, one that will have him harboring the need for retribution. Curious?

A BAD, BAD MAN

Blade

“Look, you fucking asshole. I own you. If you dare think you’re going to get away with this, you don’t know me very well. Be prepared to meet your maker.” Diego’s left leg was twitching and as soon as the call ended, he tossed his cellphone, cursing in Spanish. “Puto gilipollas. Voy a matarlo.”

Fucking asshole. I’ll fucking kill him.The words were harsh, but no doubt truthful and on the mark. I almost never witnessed Diego losing his cool. That wasn’t his style. He was the man who could enjoy savoring a fine dinner, drinking a bottle of wine and enjoying sexy with dark hairgood conversation with his enemy, all before issuing a contract. And the poor dumb fucker would never know what hit him. The fact this individual bothered him so much meant everything I’d heard could be true.

I remained quiet, studying the buildings as we passed by. I actually loathed the limo rides but when the man wanted to make an entrance, I was always along for the ride, even against my advice. That had included tonight. After what Breaker had told me, I was more on edge than ever, prepared for an attack. Diego had more than one ‘situation’ as he liked to call them, one of the people he was trying to do business with reneging on his promise. For Diego? That was a punishable offense. My gut told me tonight would be interesting.

“Stop worrying, Erik,” Diego stated then yanked his drink from the holder, swirling the ice in a violent manner. I’d never seen him this angry.

“My job, sir.”

He chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips. I took the opportunity to glance in his direction, noticing the barrel of his favored Glock. He usually preferred not to carry, which meant he was also worried. “You’re about the only man in my family I can count on. I appreciate that. I really do.” He turned his head, glaring out the window. “Things may get a bit…messy in the next few days. I hope you can handle it.” Diego shook his head after issuing the words. “An out of state asshole believes he is going to take a portion of my business. He will learn the hard way.”

“Nothing to worry about.” I had firepower with me: a Beretta in an ankle holster, and my Browning Hi-Power clipped inside my jacket. A blade wouldn’t do for tonight, not with the stakes this high. Nothing was going to interfere with Diego’s evening. Not on my watch. The man would always have enemies, groups of various gangs trying to take over. I’d heard certain rumors, other Cartels hell bent on taking over Miami. That would be interesting to watch.

“Good man.” Diego exhaled, remaining quiet, but his leg continued to twitch. Even his own soldiers would say his actions were a sign of weakness. The man was cracking a little under the surface. Maybe the perfect time to escape.

Maybe the perfect time to get myself killed.

Avoiding making any noise, I glanced back out the window. We were only three blocks and one traffic light away. I wanted to get this night the hell over with.

“I won’t tolerate betrayal of any kind. None. I can’t have it for my organization.” Diego’s statement was clear. There was a rat in the family.

“I understand, sir. I feel the same.” I cringed just saying the words.

“I know you do. You’re like a son to me, Erik. You’d done very well for me. Very well indeed.”

I felt his cold stare, could almost hear what he was thinking. I own you. Sadly, the man did, and I’d accepted the role, even though I knew all those years ago what that would mean. “Thank you.”

“But the man who risks crossing me will pray for death.” Chuckling, he polished off his drink and adjusted his jacket before running both hands through his hair.

The man preened in front of anyone who would take notice. He also loved grandstanding to anyone who would listen. “Let me do a sweep.” There were dozens of people coming and going into the front of the Casablanca Casino, the area far too easy for one of Diego’s enemies to get a clean shot. We parked in back and only inches from the door. I climbed out, surveying the perimeter as I walked the area. I didn’t like the fact we didn’t have backup tonight, but given Diego’s penchant for the woman inside, he wasn’t prepared to give any additional fodder to the soldiers.

I snickered every time he came to see the blonde-haired actress, as if the entire city of Miami hadn’t figured out the infamous Diego Sanchez was having a torrid affair with her, including his wife. This was the way of things. When I was certain the alley was clean, I moved to the other side of the limo, opening the door. “Clear.”

Diego plastered on a smile and carefully stepped over the ugly cracks leading to the door. There was no paparazzi, no welcoming committee meeting him in a rat-infested back alley, but appearances were certainly everything. He offered no instructions and I said nothing else.

Both the driver and I were expected to wait.

And we did.

That is, until I heard the distinct sounds of a gun being fired, two shots only, muffled by distinct enough. I reacted, yanking out my gun and tossing open the door, racing inside. The weapon was locked and loaded, two additional ammo clips in my breast pocket. I knew every inch of the casino, every bathroom and every clandestine ‘special’ suite. I shoved my way past both employees and customers, taking long strides. I’d calculated the time it would take me to get to the suite prepared for El Hefe. Twelve seconds had passed. One second too long.

No one stood in my way or tried to stop me. Screams could be heard seconds before a single additional shot. Now, I was pissed. As people started running from every direction, heading for the exit, I powered through, seeing the coward aiming for another shot. Tuning out everything but the job at hand, I pulled the trigger. The man went down with a hard thud.

As I moved further inside the suite, I was able to see the blonde actress cowering in the corner, Diego comforting her, blood seeping through his crisp white linen jacket. There was also another girl still in the room, frozen, her eyes glued to the assassin. She was no doubt a dealer given her black and white attire. I had no time to deal with her. At least the shot had been clean, catching the asshole between the eyes.

“Oh!” the blonde screamed, clawing at Diego.

“I need to get you out of here.” I reacted, grabbing Diego and covering his body with mine.

“Don’t leave me!” the blonde demanded.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Diego said absently, hissing under his breath.

The blonde shouted various obscenities as we left. We were in the limo and leaving the scene before we heard the first siren. No one would remember that Diego Sanchez had even been at the casino, including his lover. They knew better than to open their mouths.

What do you think? I’ll have more later this week and hopefully the sexy cover. 

Don’t forget my sweet peeps that Hunting Their Mate is HOT off the presses. Now, in case you’re wondering, yes the book is the third in a series BUT it can be read as a stand alone. If you have a KU subscription, you can read for free so what’s stopping you???

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Piper

HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our huntingtheirmateworld, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Predator…

Have you ever experienced a predator? There are many definitions, vile creatures who destroy lives. I wanted to write a science fiction piece that pushes certain boundaries. This just might be the next release. See what you think…

PREDATOR

Earth Two—2122

Cassia

Damnation and death.

I was headed for both.

The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through alien twomy rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

“A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

Not a chance in hell.

“The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

“Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

“You were disobedient.”

“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You will pay for your sins, little one.”

I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

He would devour me.

My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my fingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

His possession.

His slave.

He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.

And it did.

Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

Shameful.

I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

I belong to him.

His property.

You want this. You crave him.

I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

And peace.

My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

“We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

Jesus.

Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

“Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

Big, brooding, and rock hard.

What do you think? I will tell you, there might be Viking cavemen involved…

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HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no huntingtheirmatepeace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget that Captured and Kept – A Dark Reverse Harem piece is HOT off the presses. 

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

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He’s Dangerous and the Kind of Man You Can’t Say No To

I do love my dark and dangerous men, especially when they’re sexy, rugged and dominating. What if he was also your father’s enemy, attempting to destroy everything the man has worked for? Our heroine is faced with this difficult scenario and is determined to destroy the son of a mafia Don. What do you think would happen if she’s caught in the act of revenge? Hmmm…

My latest and a deliciously dark romance. Don’t worry. There’s an HEA.

CAUGHT: A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

You don’t say no to a man like him.

If you’re forced to come to an arrangement with someone as dangerous as Jagger caught_fullCalduchi, it means he’s about to take what he wants, and you’ll give it to him… even if it’s your body.

I got caught snooping where I didn’t belong, and Jagger made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A week with him where his rules are the only rules, or his bought and paid for cops take me to jail.

He’s going to punish me, train me, and master me completely. When he’s used me so shamefully I blush just to think about it, maybe he’ll let me go home… or maybe he’ll decide to keep me.

EXCERPT

Jagger

I had to give Lola Markum credit. She was one tenacious girl. To think she could infiltrate my operation, securing information in order to help in her endeavors was preposterous. But here she was, sitting in my office chair after picking the lock on my door. More than impressive. Finding out who she really was had taken less than thirty minutes of searching the internet. Even the use of her mother’s maiden name and a ridiculous first name had been creative, albeit she was no criminal mastermind, or I wouldn’t have discovered her operation so easily. Still, I absolutely wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms, let alone my bed.

My suspicions regarding my new employee had formulated overnight. Call it years of intense training with my father. The pieces had been too perfect, the timing just right. Even her ‘oh shucks’ demeanor the night before, while polished and convincing, had raised a red flag. Here she was, no doubt ready for a fight.

I should be furious. Instead, I was ecstatic in the most unusual way.

She’d blossomed into a stunning woman, no longer the bright-eyed teenager I could never get off my mind. The vile and delicious things I wanted to do to her at this moment were no doubt illegal in several states. Almost instantly I concocted a plan.

I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed, a wide grin on my face. She was far too busy searching through my things to notice that I was watching and even admiring her. After a few seconds, I made myself known.

“Well. Well. What do we have here?”

Her head snapping, she narrowed her eyes, her grip on the files remaining. Her lower lip quivered even though her eyes held a wild fire of burning hatred.

As well as carnal desire.

“Ms. Markum. I must admit. You are very tenacious.” I issued the words casually, offhandedly.

“Mr. Bishop. Or should I address you as Mr. Calduchi, son of the infamous bloodsucker, Montego Calduchi?”

“Wow. Bloodsucker. My family has been called many things over the years, but that one is new.” The fact she was neither impressed nor terrified was stimulating, creating another round of intense hunger furrowing through my loins. “Just for the record, I haven’t used my given surname in years, but then you’ve already figured that out. Haven’t you? But you do know exactly who my father is and what he can do.”

“Threats so soon, Mr. Bishop? I thought that was beneath you, given how hard you’ve attempted to live a stellar life.” She snickered and rolled her eyes.

“Very bold for someone in your position.” I had to admit, I wanted to see just how far this would go.

She rose from the desk, fingering the papers. “You are right. I figured out many things about you. You have a long list of accomplishments. I wonder if anyone realizes that you’re nothing but a monster as well as a murderer.”

“And who do you believe I’ve murdered, Ms. Markum, or should I call you Lola? Yes, I think I will. Given how close we were last night, I think first names are in order. Kitty was cute, but Lola suits the formidable woman you’ve become.” I noticed a single bead of perspiration sliding down the side of her face. She was nervous, concerned at what I might do.

“My father for one, but I’m certain there are bodies buried all over Chicago. And you could never understand the meaning of the word ‘close.’ Don’t kid yourself.”

“Murder?” The words actually stung. The girl certainly had a mouth on her. I also could sense a great deal of love for her father and I had to wonder why they’d been estranged. “I assure you that your father was healthy when he walked into the ballroom. What happened to him was… horrible. If you’re asking if my hands are soaked in blood, they aren’t. I may be a terrible man, but I’m no killer.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Lola snorted. “Fascinating how you threatened my father, doing your best to strong-arm him into signing a contract with you, destroying everything he worked so hard to achieve. You don’t call that murder? I can see the blood on your hands from here.”

“I had a business transaction with your father and I amsorry for your loss.” The girl was excellent at her goading tactics. However, trying to rile me wasn’t in her best interest. I’d played this game for far too many years.

“Bullshit, Jagger. You couldn’t care less about anything but money. That’s obvious.”

Dangerous man with gun“That’s where you are very wrong.” I moved closer, keeping my eyes locked on her. I had no way of knowing if she carried a weapon, which I doubted, but I couldn’t take any chances.

“You honestly believe my father was trying to extort you or your company in any manner? He was a kind, gentle soul and a respectable businessman. He never did anything wrong in his entire life. He worked his fingers to the bone, unlike you, who had everything you ever wanted in life.”

Okay, now she was getting under my skin. A hint of anger flared, and I inched even closer, standing over her. “What I know is that your father had a gambling problem. He was in way over his head. In fact, he begged my father for more time to deal with his issues. Begged him.” The information startled her. I could tell by the nervous tic in the corner of her mouth. I hissed under my breath. There’d been no reason to share the information in that manner, but she needed to know the truth about her father—brutal tactics or not.

She narrowed her eyes, looking away for only an instant before regaining her vile expression, one full of hatred as well as rage. “That’s a fucking lie. You will not sully his reputation in any manner. You’re a horrible person.”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “What did you hope to accomplish yourself, Lola? What did you think you were going to do, breaking into my office after lying to me, stealing from me and all for what? A better price on the contract? Avenging your father’s untimely demise?”

Lola rounded the desk, moving closer yet keeping what I had no doubt she considered a safe distance. “For one, yes on all counts. What you offered him was ridiculous and you know it. You’re no businessman, Jagger. You’re just a terrible prick.”

My cock twitched from her scathing flares being tossed in my direction. I did enjoy a wicked sparring event from time to time. “Let me ask you a question and tell me the truth. What do you know about finances? You’ve only recently opened a bookstore in the middle of God knows where. Granted, attaching the small establishment to a wine bistro isn’t a bad idea. However, you’re in over your head, Lola. You also have no idea who you are dealing with. Sadly, you obviously didn’t know your father very well. That’s right. You left town how long ago? You changed your name. Why? Because you were embarrassed at who your father was doing business with?” I inched closer and could smell the hint of fear, but the fury on her face was formidable. “You knew he was in bed with the mafia, my father’s organization. That’s why you left town. Isn’t it?” I was throwing spitballs, but I knew instantly my assumptions were correct. She’d broken contact with Richard years before.

“How. Dare. You.”

I shook my head, keeping a smile on my face. “Let’s not play games, Lola. Your father was in over his head with few options. His untimely death doesn’t change certain facts.”

She dared inch even closer, narrowing her eyes. “Certain facts. Let’s talk about those. Shall we? What I know is that between his two locations and the various contracts that had recently been signed, my father’s company was worth almost ten million dollars. You offered him two point eight million. Even given the fact you were using creative math, he would have been a fool to sign on the dotted line.”

I was impressed even more. “Nicely done. However, the sale will eliminate his gambling debt.”

“He’s dead. His gambling debt died with him. The sale is off.” She folded her arms as if satisfied she’d one-upped me.

“Ah, but he left you the company and no doubt his estate and other holdings. Did he not?” I crowded her space, inhaling to the point I made her even more uncomfortable. By the look on her face I knew I was right. There was no one else Richard would have left his business or amassed fortune to. She was the only living family he had left.

“I…” She took a decided step backwards and away from me, her brow furrowed, her mouth pursed.

I took another step closer. “Seems we have a dilemma. You have assumed his debt, lovely Lola. It’s unfortunate but owing over a million dollars to the Calduchi family isn’t something we take lightly.”

“You are a fucking murderer,” she whispered.

“Merely a businessman, but you don’t understand the ways of my father. He doesn’t care who pays off the debt or how. He has graciously allowed me to take the helm of this growing company, so in a sense, your father was lucky that he didn’t have to deal with my father’s soldiers.”

“Soldiers. You mean Montego’s hired guns, assassins preying on innocent people. I’ve heard the stories. I’ve read about the bloodshed. You’re just like him. Cold. Calculating. Bastard.”

Bristling, I refused to allow her to see that she’d broken through the thin line surrounding me, the one called humanity. Yes, I’d carried out acts of revenge during my early years and she had no idea how dangerous I could really be, but I was no murderer. “What do you think would have happened to your father if I hadn’t intervened? Now, imagine what my father and his assassins would do to a beautiful woman such as yourself. I can think of many intriguing concepts.”

Lola exhaled. “Another threat. Keep them coming, Jagger.”

“I speak only the truth and I like you, more than you know. In fact, I don’t want to see anything happen to you or your father’s legacy. I think we should discuss new business terms.” I could tell she had no memory of the incidents as a child or our connection, but the same electricity remained, clouding the air, just as it had in the bar. Just as it had when we were teenagers. Had she not put the pieces together or had she simply not bothered to pay attention to who I was? The moment was almost defining, as if winning this particular battle with her was more important than any in my career, or my life. Over a teenage unrequited crush. I was playing games with her life. What I’d said about Montego wasn’t a lie. If she didn’t sell, she would be abducted, and no doubt used before she was killed. I declined to allow that to happen.

She held her breath, refusing to look away. “You actually think I’m stupid enough to talk any level of business with someone like you?” A laugh bubbled past her lips, sheer amusement crossing her face.

My reaction to her was strong, my patience wearing thin. Grabbing her wrist in one hand, I yanked her closer, lowering my head until our lips almost touched. “You are right about who I am, Ms. Markum. However, you’re forgetting something vital here. You broke into my office and I caught you red-handed. Not only can I but I will prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law. What do you think will happen to that brand-new business of yours?” The tic on her lip returned, a slight shake of her hand. “I think you are beginning to understand that you crossed the wrong person.”

“Fuck you. I will ruin you and I don’t give a damn who your family just happens to be.”

“Very interesting as well as foolish statement coming from a woman in your position.” I wanted nothing more than to crush my mouth over hers, make certain she fully understood that she was now under my control. Patience wasn’t a virtue I subscribed to in any manner.

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

What do you think? Now, imagine the deal this kind of man might make. HOT off the presses and I hope you enjoy! 

Kisses…

Piper

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Highlighting New and Enticing Authors

I wanted to take today and highlight three new authors to Blushing Books. Well, Bethany Leigh wrote several books then took some time off, but she’s back with an upcoming and very exciting book. I think it’s important to make certain we support new authors. Writing is hard work, much more so than I think readers understand. It’s not just about sitting back, typing several thousand words, but creating a world of pleasure, mystery, angst. As authors, we love what we do, but… When a book is finished, there’s so much more that’s involved. Editing, book covers, blurbs and marketing. Lordy the marketing.

I hope you enjoy just a little taste of three authors.

BETHANY LEIGH – GROOMED – COMING SOON

It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Groomed finalCharlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-fashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

ASHA DANIELS – HER RUGGED COWBOY – AVAILABLE NOW

I am a cowboy. I ride hard and play harder, refusing to deny any desires, no matter the cost.

Trust? There is no trust left, not after the hand I’ve been dealt.

Her Rugged Cowboys_200x300When she walks into my life, a spitfire and all woman, I will take what I want.

That is, if my brother doesn’t capture her heart…

Cowboy – synonymous with sexy as hell, the kind of rugged and dominating man every woman craves.

When there are three of them, the hunger becomes intoxicating.

For one woman, a caustic relationship requires a change of venue. Little did she know what the Pensive Steed Ranch would offer.

WILLA BRADLEY – HARVEST MOON RIDE – AVAILABLE NOW

Multiple word champion equestrienne, Etta Ross, has a dilemma.  How does she rescue the small band of mustangs from the rustlers who want to smuggle them to Mexico for slaughter while avoiding a run in with the legendary Texas Rangers?  If all she had to do was save the mustangs, her mission would be easy.  But she runs afoul of sexy Texas Ranger, Brody Jensen, when she’s wounded and stranded on foot in the middle of Willa Bradley Harvest Moon Ride -- Covernowhere.

Not buying her explanation that she was out for a walk, Brody is bound and determined to protect Etta who is adamant that she can save herself.  Brody is convinced that a few trips over his knee for a bare bottom spanking followed by his dominant lovemaking is just the remedy to Etta’s headstrong cowgirl ways.

Pretty tasty – eh? I hope you’ll take a chance and grab a copy.

Enjoy your day

Kisses 

Piper

What’s coming soon on my blog? Spanking Implements. 

 

The Saga is Set to Begin – Fire Devil

As I’m sitting here this morning watching the horrific fires occurring in California, I can’t believe what I have to write later today is about a terrible fire. The men and women firefighters, smokejumpers and First Responders are true heroes in my book. The danger they place themselves in every day in order to save lives as well as property is amazing. Smokejumpers are an elite group of firefighters specifically trained to provide from the air assault on fires. They often parachute into a fire zone, providing various kinds of support as they fight the raging flames.

Fire Devil is a seven book saga revolving around the lives of seven smokejumpers and the entire team in Missoula Montana. I fell in love with Missoula many years ago after my husband renovated a Best Products store in the gorgeous city. He brought back pictures and unforgettable stories and Fire Devil was born in my mind. The stories are action adventure, danger and intrigue, but they are also love stories, romance built on relearning to trust in order to love. Every man has a story. Every THree Rivers 500x755woman fights for their love. And every character should break your heart.

On October 24th, a free prequel – book one of two installments – will be made available and free. Standing at the River’s Edge. The stories pick a moment in time for each smokejumper. The stories are suspenseful, sad, happy, dangerous and full of – you got it – love. Three Rivers Run Deep – Book One of Fire Devil – will be available on November 4th. I hope you join in sharing with me a first excerpt of what I hope will be a timeless story.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Wha. Wha. Wha!

“We’re at the jump site,” Cooper screeched over the increasing noise.

“You’re not going yet. We have to wait for our orders,” Stoker insisted as he fumbled with his gear. Wind whipped through the open bay of the plane, creating a howling boom. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as well as something else. Fear.

“Take a look at that shit down there,” Cooper huffed and shuffled toward the edge. “We can’t wait.”

Stoker reached out. “No. We follow orders. Remember?”

“Fuck orders. They’re people down there needing our help.” Cooper gave him a haunted look then donned his helmet.

As Stoker trudged, determined to stop his friend from jumping, he heard Cooper’s last words just as he reached out, grabbing Cooper. ‘See you in paradise.’

“What the fuck?” Stoker Hansen jerked awake, swimming up from the horrific dream. Swirling visions clouded his foggy mind, ugly reminders of a mission of healing turned into carnage. Rubbing his eyes, he twisted his head back and forth as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. The sound of the alarm continued, blaring into the close-knit quarters. He sucked in his breath and held his hands over his ears. You’re okay. This isn’t war. You’re home and safe. As his breathing slowed, he shivered. Yeah, at least he was safe.

“Get the hell up, dude. We have a hot one.”

“What? Cooper?” Stoker asked. His stomach remained unsettled, the usual nausea pooled in the pit of his stomach.

“Cooper? Jesus Christ, Stoker. Get up sleeping beauty. We have a call.”

He plopped his feet on the floor and shook the cobwebs away. He wasn’t in Afghanistan. He wasn’t crouched in a pool of blood. This was his best friend, Garcia. Okay. I’m okay. After a deep breath he sprang into action, shoving his feet into boots and grabbing his heat and fireproof jacket. “Give me the details.” Live your life. You deserve. The sentiment would never leave him. He’d never be free of the words whispered by a respected soldier.

“Three alarm fire at a residence. Gotta hurry before it spreads to the woods,” Garcia stated and raced away.

Men ran past him, heading for the engines. They all knew the drill, could perform it in their sleep. Stoker hopped onto the engine a split second before it rolled out of the garage. The moon was full, highlighting a gorgeous star filled early morning. Within seconds the sky turned orange. “Shit.”

“Third one in as many days.”

Stoker nodded and glanced at his buddy. Garcia Puevos was grinning, enjoying the moment. The guy was an adrenaline junkie. “You have to wonder if arson is involved.”

“Jesus, bud. You think everything is a conspiracy.” Garcia slapped him on the back.

“Not everything.” Stoker grabbed the metal bar and leaned out as the engine picked up speed. Missoula, Montana had seen one too many raging fires in less than six weeks. Most of the investigations indicated they’d been started by carelessness or accident. His gut told him otherwise. Even the smoke jumping team had been called in.

Within seconds they were on scene. Two engine companies had responded, which meant they faced a serious situation.

“Fuck me. Unbelievable,” Stoker whispered under his breath as he secured his helmet. Flames licked up over the roofline of the massive house. Embers floated into the huge oak trees flanking the perimeter. An angry glow of red and tangerine brightened the sky as the sound of crackling wood created a roar.

“We do this by the book.”

Stoker glanced at his Captain of three years. The man was respected in every circle, including the Governor’s office. Captain Banyon could even run for office himself. “Could be arson.”

Captain Banyon shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. We’re called in as backup so you protect the outskirts. From what I’ve heard, nothing is secure yet and the fire’s too hot.”

Garcia jumped off the engine before it rolled to a stop, jerking the hose from its perch. “Everyone out?” he called as the various firefighters rushed into action.

“Family is out. Pets still inside,” came a voice from the smoke.

“Crap. Let’s go,” Stoker screeched as he took off running, turning on the powerful light attached to his helmet. Ominous shadows crisscrossed the terrain, creating a sense of foreboding. He heard Garcia calling from the distance. There was little time to try and save anything, let alone the family pets, yet he was damn sure gonna try. He yanked down his mask and raced into the melee, scanning the perimeter as he searched for an opening.

“What the hell are you doing?” Captain Banyon hissed.

Garcia flanked his side and lifted his mask as a team of early responders motioned their way. “Where are they?”

“The family is over there.” One of the men pointed as he wrangled with the hose, shooting water up at the roofline.

“Not the family. The pets.” Stoker located the front door. There might be two minutes before the entire second floor collapsed into the first. He calculated whether there would be a backdraft. No, the fire was burning in a controlled albeit destructive pattern. The house would be a complete loss.

“Not gonna happen. They’re trapped too far in.”

He glared at the shadowed mask of a man he didn’t know and turned toward Garcia. “We have ninety seconds. Let’s go.”

“You got it,” Garcia answered as both men took off.

“Get back here!” the Captain barked.

They ignored the command as Stoker kicked down the wooden door. A billow of black smoke poured from the interior. He tugged out his flashlight, turning on the high-powered beam, and for a second tipped his head, listening for any telltale signs. A strangled yelp grabbed his attention.

A single terrified woof trickled from the blackness. A second and deeper bark followed.

“Over there!” Garcia yelled.

Stoker kicked over a chair as he moved forward.

Boom!

Garcia shoved Stoker to the ground as debris slammed down from above. “Need to get out of here.”

“Not without the dogs.”

“You’re nuts, man,” Garcia hissed as he shook off fallen wallboard.

Stoker didn’t care. This was a mission he refused to fail. Another booming sound brought a series of whimpers from the dogs. He dug through wallboard and fallen wood until his hand wrapped around a trembling bit of fur. He managed to grasp two dogs, cradling them to his chest before crawling backward and getting to his feet.

“Come on. It’s about to give!” Garcia warned.

Stoker swiveled to his right, crouched low and headed for what he thought was the front door. Within a split second he became disoriented. The dogs howled and he knew they were struggling to catch their breath. His chest heavy, he shook his head as he recounted his steps. He yanked off his mask, placing the heavy plastic over their faces and shoved his way through the debris. After gulping acrid smoke, he stumbled.

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Piper

My Special Guest – Cassandre Dayne

I’m continuing my serious on highlighting various authors. This particular author has written over 200 books and has worked with several publishing companies. She was also in charge of two imprints at Booktrope. While she’s written everything from BDSM to LGBT, her favorites are psychological thrillers. Her upcoming release with Blushing Books just might scare you to death. Coming tomorrow! Say hello to…

CASSANDRE DAYNE – RAVAGED

SYNOPSIS

When the final draft of erotic thriller author, Carrington Winters latest book turns Ravaged_500x755up in the wrong hands, the mistake sets off a course of events, some involving a complete stranger. The manuscript detailing her darkest desires, as well as mirroring a series of real-life murders, she’s drawn to the mystery man, throwing her inhibitions aside.

Haunted by the murder of his wife, architect Jackson Devereaux finds Carrington’s manuscript and her hidden needs too tempting to resist. As they learn to trust and explore their growing desires, they begin a cat and mouse game of guarded rendezvous until a murderer seeks revenge, targeting their budding love.

As new and heinous murders rock Chicago, Carrington is forced to face a past she was determined to shelve in an ugly black box, but secrets and lies refuse to be denied. What secrets do they both hold that could tear them apart? Is their new romance strong enough to survive a murderer intent upon destroying their lives?

EXCERPT

Do you hunger like I do?

Do you crave what only I can give you?

Come… be with me forever…

Carrington Winters snapped her head up and sighed before catching a glimpse of her notepad. She’d been doodling again. As she read the words twice she grimaced and looked down at the small trashcan nestled against the corner of her desk. She’d written the same passage at least six times in the last two nights. And every time in red ink. Hell, she didn’t even know she owned a red pen. “What’s wrong with me?” The answer was far too damning to think about. Push away the ugly thought. Yeah, that’ll do it. Growling, she shook her head. She was simply exhausted from her self-imposed brutal schedule. That’s all. Time to get back to business.

Brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, Carrington fingered her teacup and sighed. “It’s almost done. Almost?” Blurry eyed, she gazed at the screen and realized all the letters were starting to melt together. Groaning, she sat back in her chair and took a sip of the lukewarm tea. What she really wanted was a tall glass of merlot, but if she didn’t hit send on her manuscript tonight there would be hell to pay. Her editor had been patient. The wine could wait until she was absolutely done. The damn errand had cost her nearly two hours. She hated traffic and traffic jams and assholes that acted like the road belonged to them.

Chuckling, she knew she would probably kill off the bastards in her next book. Probably? She was in the business of killing creatively. The thought gave her a smile. Mixing erotic and mass murder was an interesting twist but one she loved. There was no doubt she was enjoying being able to murder some of her characters and not simply have them romp in bed. Brushing the tip of her finger back and forth across the seam of her mouth, she reread the last two pages then read them again. Dear God, she was bone tired but she had to finish. “You can do it.” Giving her computer the finger, she moaned. Sleep was highly overrated. Still, she loved the book and was thrilled with the outcome.

Her Hidden Desires, Carrington’s highly anticipated second in her gritty erotic crime thriller novels, was already pre-sold to the tune of thousands at every major e-book shelf internet store and failure to deliver wasn’t an option. The remaining brick and mortar stores had surprised her with the quantity of their orders—or shocked her editor anyway. The story was headline material. Centered around an incredible real-life event in her hometown of Portsmouth, Ohio almost three years before, Carrington knew this one could be a best seller.

Climbing to her feet, she walked to the bulletin board nestled in the back corner of her office and fingered the copious newspaper clippings pinned across the four by six corkboard. She’d read every article, every internet piece to garner the feel of the dark story. The murders had shut down the small town for two months and the killer had escaped. Shivering, she held her arms and wasn’t able to go down the road of wretched memories. She’d come too far to fall into the trap again. Her story was simply a way of giving a voice to the mutilated women and to allow them retribution within the pages of her novel. While completely fictional, with every scenario totally different than the actual chain of events, the haunting piece was certain to ruffle a few feathers. Carrington only hoped the publication wouldn’t drag her into hell.

In truth, changing from being what some called a fluffy erotic romance author to an erotic crime storyteller was a calculated risk and one she welcomed with open arms, hence the name change to C.W. Wynters for the planned series. Exhausted, Carrington sauntered toward the bank of windows, allowing her a spectacular view of the great lakes, and sighed as she palmed the glass. There was no doubt she loved Chicago but she remained homesick for her small town nestled at the banks of the Ohio River. Shaking her head, she gazed out at the star filled sky and smiled.

There was something so peaceful about working from home in the wee hours of the morning. More committed than ever, she headed back to her desk determined to finish the book, grab a glass of wine and ease into a sudsy bath. Then maybe when she finally fell into bed she could sleep without the vicious nightmares jolting her every other hour or so. Shivering, she exhaled and pushed the ugly thoughts away as she glanced at her watch. Thank God, she didn’t have any early appointments.

Staring at the last paragraph for what had to be a full five minutes, she rubbed her eyes then repeated the passage out loud, unsure if anything she’d typed for the last hour made any sense. “And as Sheila glared down at the killer, knife nestled in her bloody hand, she smiled. His vacant eyes shimmering in the moonlight remained mesmerizing. After all, she’d seen his domineering expression every time they’d made love. Her body shaking, she remembered all the lies and the promises. Hell, she’d been such a fool but no longer. She was different now and one who would never allow a man to take advantage of her again. Hearing the subtle plop, plop sound she finally tilted her head, enabling her to look directly at the slickened tile floor. She brushed the back of her hand over her swollen lips and caught a glimpse of the knife, glistening in the dim lighting and couldn’t help but smile. The pool of red blood reminded her she was very much alive and the monster, her monster was dead. Dropping the knife, Sheila held her hand in front of her face and began laughing as the realization hit her hard. She’d become the monster she’d so feared.”

“Not bad.” Rubbing her arms as a cold shiver trickled down her back, Carrington nodded in respect to her work. The ending was much grittier than the one before, her editor gave her some great advice. Then again, this was a far different ending than the real story. Finally satisfied, she saved the piece and opened up her email. As she searched for her editor’s email address she laughed. A new computer, a new operating system and a new email account meant no saved email addresses. Sadly, the switch had been a necessary evil since her entire life had been hacked and certain files corrupted while she’d taken a few days off.

Hissing, she grabbed her notebook full of her contacts and flipped to the page listing her editor. Blinking furiously, she chastised herself for wearing her contacts for so many long hours. Hell, she could barely see a damn thing. Jennifer Devereau had more than one email and only the favored authors had her private one. It seemed Carrington had come up in the world. The thought giving her a mischievous grin, she typed in the address, added the attachment and couldn’t help but tease. Here you go. As requested and I think you’ll find the haunting ending much more to your liking. And no more teasing about the kinky moments being what I want.

Carrington nodded in satisfaction and hit send. The sad thing was Jennifer had no idea just how much she craved every single one of the acts portrayed in the book. From bondage and the kinky clubs to acts of domination as explored by her heroine turned killer, Carrington had always enjoyed the kinkier sides of sex—if no other place than in her dark fantasies. The few experimentations had left her breathless and hungering for more but she wasn’t sure she could ever trust anyone that much again. Then again, with one call she could have exactly what she craved. No, she wasn’t going there. Period. Sighing, she turned off the large monitor and padded into the kitchen. Now she could relax and celebrate. What a shame no one was up at almost three in the morning.

Pouring a hefty glass of wine, she stood gazing at nothing but her mind was already reeling around book number three. Halfway done, she needed to put herself in the middle of the victim’s world and that might mean a trip to the location where the horrific crimes happened. She loved doing research and this one was centered around the seediest kink clubs patronized by the upper crust of society. Murder and sex knew no age or money brackets. Even Jennifer was excited about the additional aspects of the series. If she could keep up the pace putting out four of these a year, along with her other erotic pieces, she might make a name for herself by the end of 2018. Nibbling her bottom lip, she walked past the bulletin board and stood staring at the ugly pictures, bloody photographs of the real victims. How could the woman have endured so much pain? Swallowing hard, understanding wasn’t difficult.

Do you hunger like I do?

WHERE TO FIND CASSANDRE

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Cassandre-Dayne-178164866655/

Amazon:  https://amazon.com/author/cassandredayne

Bookbub: https://bookbub.com/authors/cassandre-dayne

Blog:  www.cassandredayne.wordpress.com

twitter: https://twitter.com/cassandredayne

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/cassandredayne

Thank you so much for being here. Looks utterly terrifying!

Kisses…

Piper

Fire Devil – the Series

I’m so happy to announce that I have a new SIZZLING series coming to Blushing Books. This one has been in the making for months, even years. I absolutely adore smokejumpers. They are awesome, sexy and true heroes in my book. I have an amazing cover artist, Brenda Gonet, who has already created all seven covers. I thought I’d give you a taste of the first story – coming in October. But you have to wait to see the cover for a little while… Let me know what you think.

FIRE DEVIL – THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

SYNOPSIS

Fire Devil: Whirlwind of fire

Zulies: Smokejumpers in Missoula

Jackals – the elite team of sexy smokejumpers

Secrets to tell. Love to conquer. Lives to save.

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Nestled in the heart of Missoula Montana are seven smokejumpers, exclusively trained men sworn to protect lives and the majestic land surrounding them. They are the Jackals, a name coined by their Captain. By day they indulge in their penchant for danger. By night they exude passion. While they have yet to find love, they are ready to lavish a woman with adoration, indulging their every desire. They share a bond of friendship as well as need. Burnout, an exclusive club, caters to domestic discipline. Each man has a story to tell, one of heartache, yearning and tragedy. Every smokejumper will steal your heart as they forge through fires, saving souls. Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto…

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Rock singer Jessica Dunn is at a crossroads in her life, as well as in her music career. On a slippery downwards spiral, she’s yesterday’s news, the music no longer satisfying. Her love life is also nonexistent. She knew it was time for a change. When a friend suggests a vacation in Missoula Montana, she accepts, albeit with reservations. Cowboy country isn’t her style. While meeting a sexy rancher has delicious perks, she doesn’t like his attitude. After seeing a taste of the man inside, she’s determined to peel away his armor.

Stoker Hansen is no lady’s man. In truth, the wounded vet prefers tending to his ranch in order to soothe the personal beasts fighting to breach the surface. A fireman by trade, his cowboy behavior garners a lengthy suspension, keeping him from his beloved career. A damning secret haunts his every move. A chance meeting with a new girl in town lights his fire, but the opinionated vixen has a mouth and a bad attitude. Sparks fly, but he’d prefer to take her over his knee for a hard spanking versus develop any kind of a relationship. Still, he remains intrigued.

A series of events pushes Stoker into re-joining the smoke jumping team, if only for a single caustic event. The plane ride reminds him of the war and the sacrifice made by his best friend. Time for payback, he faces his greatest challenge in an effort to save his honor. Can the sexy singer still his aching heart as he learns to forgive? Will she leave the past behind, finding love as well as her voice?

UNEDITED EXCERPT

I remember when I was a little girl. I believed in fantasies. Handsome knights on large steeds, protecting everyone around them. I used to believe in heroes. I no longer do. 

You’re nothing and deserve to die alone…

“Everyone. Welcome to the stage, Jessica Dunn and Fringe!”

Jessica Dunn exhaled and clenched the neck of her guitar. Words. They were just ugly words. The vibrant lights from the stage ceiling danced across the band’s instruments, swirling in a random yet controlled fashion, neon flashes creating sensual images. She’d been through this before, now thousands of times. Once excited at the prospect of facing an audience, she was exhausted and no longer able to convey her once vivacious personality.

“Go on. You act like you’re heading for your funeral, girl.”

She gave the drummer and the man she spent most of her time with the finger. Cody Falcon grinned. Damn if she didn’t shiver. His dimples and shaggy raven hair always made her swoon. “Do you see anyone that gives a shit out there?”

“What are you talking about?” Cody leaned down, licking her earlobe. “The crowd loves ya.”

“Right. You mean all two dozen or so scattered in the theatre?” She darted a glance out into the audience, shading her eyes from the intense lighting. She and the band once filled massive stadiums. Now they were lucky to get five or six hundred people to attend their performances. They were once considered ‘the’ up and coming rock band, their first single going platinum. The second was heralded as the album of the decade. Now? They were left to play gigs at fairs and two-bit concert halls.

“Stop bellowing like a damn kitten. Get to work.”

After debating her ability to run far away, she adjusted the strap holding the guitar in place and took a step toward the slender opening of the curtain. This wasn’t what she’d hungered for fifteen years before. Act like a professional. Entertain. She brushed her hand through her long red hair and tossed her head back. “You mean tigress don’t you, big boy?”

“That’s my sexy gal.”

Taking long strides, she walked out on stage, waving to the crowd. Temporarily blinded, she whistled and laughed as she found her way toward the microphone. The band members were settling in behind her, taking their usual place, something they’d done countless times during their tenure together. “Anybody ready to rock the house?”

Those attending clapped, their whistles giving her a boost.

“Come on. Let’s get this party rollin’!” Her sultry voice reverberated across the shadows.

She shot Wally, the base player a look, winking and giving a short bow. They were a frisky group and their audiences loved their style. ‘Loved’ as in past tense. Times were different. “We are so ready to have a good time tonight. Are ya’ll ready?” A sickening feeling remained in her gut. She’d fought her nerves for a solid year. Tonight, she was ready to pass out from terror. Hands on the guitar. Start strumming. Everything will be okay. She forced back a single tear as the music began to play in the background. She knew the words by heart. She’d written every damn song after all. But that was a long time ago.

Jessica blinked several times as she shifted from foot to foot. “We are…” The words were lost. She gulped for air and fingered the strings, playing a chord that made no sense.

The crowd cheered, clapping as several people moved toward the edge of the stage.

She froze, unable to take a step or remember the words. Her heart raced as she attempted to focus on anything in front of her. “We are the ones who will…” Goddamn it! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Wally walking toward her, his smile plastic. He didn’t give a shit about the band or anything to do with their record career. He wanted money and fame, something they’d tried so hard to achieve. She resisted lashing out, scratching his face.

“We are the ones who will rock you, rock you,” Wally sang as he pumped the bass and strutted closer. He gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘you can do it’.

Shimmers of light pulsated around her, mixing with echoes of the music. This was their signature song, the one that rocked the house. She swayed back and forth as she tried to grasp onto what she was supposed to do. A thumping boom of the drums behind her jolted her back to reality. She stamped her foot and gave Wally a hateful look. He wasn’t supposed to be singing. Anger shoved her past an unseen threshold. “We are the ones who will rock you, rock you. We are the ones who fight.”

Wally nodded and grinned, singing alongside her.

All she could think about for the next three songs was kicking his motherfucking ass.

What do you think? I hope you enjoyed and I’ll post more coming soon.

Kisses…

Piper

Don’t forget I have some fabulous upcoming guests on my blog including Paige Parsons, Sheri Lynn, Jaime Phillips and Vanessa Brooks. Tomorrow’s guest? Jaime Phillips!