The Strategy of Love – Hero Undercover – Guest Alyssa Bailey

Happy Wednesday to everyone! I have another fabulous guest from the Hero Undercover compilation coming on June 27th – at least officially. Remember, you can pre-order now and all for only $.99. I love the fact every story in this HUGE book has a totally different hero. While you can say all are rugged, handsome and sexy, what you’re going to find is that they come from all walks of life. From military men to undercover cops, men involved in the mafia, Dom’s, cowboys and everything in between, they have a dangerous style, a need to save their heroine – or command her.

We all have an idea of what makes a hero. For most, we think of someone who is selfless, saves lives, puts others first. That may be true, but we also love a taste of danger, a heightened sense of thrill with our books. No matter what you love to read, correct hero undercover coveryou’re going to find it in the pages of one sizzling book. Now onto getting to know Alyssa.

THE STRATEGY OF LOVE

The memory of him held Kayla more captive than the kidnappers he’d rescued her from.

SYNOPSIS

Kayla Rhea loved her humanitarian work in Africa even after her kidnapping and subsequent rescue by Ranger Hunter Barrett, the face of a man she hasn’t yet been able to tuck away with the memories of that experience.

Hunter Barrett, now living a civilian life, can’t forget the woman he rescued during his last military mission. Even though he worked for her father on occasion, he has kept out of her way. But life must go on, so it’s time to claim her as his or purge her from his life forever.

EXCERPT

Kayla loved the play. The little taps were stingy but not uncomfortable.  She loved the way it made her pink bits twitch and her breasts tingle. She watched him roll her over and felt him lay three substantial swats to her right cheek, and her juices flowed.

“Mmm, do it again.” She looked over at him.

Hunter raised his right eyebrow and hummed. “My baby likes a little slap and tickle, huh?”

“Please,” she begged.

He rolled her to slap the other cheek. “Now open so I can see how wet you are for me.”

This time she spread them wide. The heat from those few smacks made her warm all over. She’d always known she was intrigued by spanking, but no one had ever spanked her before. She’d been a good kid, but she could learn how to be naughty in the bedroom if she could get these types of results. Kayla lifted her pelvis to help him find her treasures and yelped at the slap on her pussy. She grunted her surprise.

“I’m the boss in here, Kayla. I’ll decide what you need. And I think what you need now is me.”

Kayla watched as Hunter took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked with ever increasing strength as he made her writhe with flames of passion. He loved the other breast equally before kissing down her belly. Kayla felt him nip at her labia before peeling back her lower lips to expose the slippery center. She felt herself panic.

Her very experienced girlfriend in college once told her, “Men don’t really like to taste women, Kayla, didn’t anyone ever tell you before?”

“Don’t… I mean, I don’t expect you to.”

He stopped, poised above her most intimate area. “Good to know, but are you saying you don’t like it, or you don’t think I’ll like it?”

“I don’t know if I’ll like it because…” she shrugged her shoulders slightly, “… well, I know guys don’t like it.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know who told you that, but it’s a lie. Men love it. This man loves it.”

“Oh.” He resumed his task. “Mmm, that feels so nice.”

LET’S GET TO KNOW ALYSSA…

International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing.” Life has a way of taking the wheel sometimes and after twenty-years of back road adventures, Alyssa returned to writing and has never looked back.

Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe, in spite of herself.

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Thank you so much for being here! I think the readers are going to LOVE your story.

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A Taste for Red – Hero Undercover

I’m very proud to be involved with a compilation coming from Blushing Books. Hero Undercover has 25 amazing stories from talented authors, including me. When I was putting together my piece, I’d seen a story about a mastermind behind wine fraud. Since this girl adores red wine, a story was born. Take a taste… Coming officially on June 27th, but you can pre-order now!

SYNOPSIS

Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs has no issue chasing scumbag criminals down on her Harley. Blackmailed into working with the local police department, the case involving wine fraud utilizes one of her many talents. However, going undercover correct hero undercover coveralongside a sexy cowboy cop may destroy her mask of steel. Detective Cody Walker is estranged from his ranch in Montana, taking the only job offered after his involvement in a horrific incident. Working alongside, Shanna and Cody realize the case isn’t what it seems. As they delve into the clues, sparks fly, but both refuse to accept their growing need. Can he save the woman he’s fallen in love with before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

“All right asshole. Let’s see what you have.” Shanna Jacobs shoved the Glock in the pocket of her jacket, threw her leg over the Harley and buckled her helmet. She kicked the stand into the up position and revved the engine. Mr. Jerkoff thought he could get away. Well, he had another thing coming. She eased the bike out from the alley and waited, watching as he slid into the corvette. He had no idea she was on his tail. The elusive Stoker Wilde, the perp she’d been following for a solid week, didn’t have his entourage with him. Mistake. Bad mistake.

Chuckling, she idled as he started the engine, then she rolled out to the curb. No matter where he went, she would follow.

He roared out of the parking lot, flooring the engine within seconds. She hunkered down and followed closely behind, weaving her way through the darkened city streets. How many nights had she staked out the man who her client believed was responsible for at least two deaths? How many times had he alluded her? Too many. Not tonight. She’d learned all about his weaknesses for wine and women. On this sizzling summer evening, she’d take him down singlehandedly.

Stoker picked up speed, running several red lights as he made his way out of the city. She knew his destination, had learned everything about a man believing himself to be the King. As wind whipped through her hair, she lowered her body toward the handlebars. She had one last chance to catch Stoker in illegal activities before her client walked, securing another investigator. That shit wasn’t going to happen on her watch. She was the best at what she did.

Accelerating out of the city limits he picked up speed, racing past the last of the titty bars and massage parlors, his bread and butter in criminal activity. All she had to do to complete the lucrative assignment was confirm his relationship with the most powerful man in the city. Pictures were worth a thousand words and in her case, ten thousand dollars, money she desperately needed. The prize was worth the danger.

Shanna was careful, remaining behind two cars and a van. After losing him for a few seconds, she craned her neck as he made a sharp turn. No way you’re getting away from me. Ten seconds later she made the same turn and gasped. Flashing blue lights blinded her and she skidded, the bike shifting in a perpendicular manner. She noticed the Bronco crisscrossing the road just seconds before she slammed on her breaks. Where the hell did Stoker go? “Fuck!”

Wham!

man on harleyStars floated in front of her eyes as she rolled across the pavement. She was cognizant enough to hear her beloved Harley crash into an immovable object, the crunch matching her high-pitched scream. The mother fucker had figured out he was being tailed. Then what were the blue lights about? She landed with a hard thud. Every muscle ached like a son of a bitch. There was no way she could pass out. She’d never be seen again. Struggling to move, she managed to turn over, and dug her fingers into the dirt as she opened her eyes. She could vaguely make out a set of cowboy boots and long legs closing the distance.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

The flashlight beam cut her vision to scattered streams of light. Shanna groaned as she pushed up from the ground. Woozy, she blinked, trying to focus and as unable to see any details of his face. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“I should ask you the same question. You’re lucky to be alive.”

The voice, the husky and sensuous tone was melodic, alluring. She panted as she struggled to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no way she could have lost Stoker. No way. She was a damn good tail. “Who are you?”

The man with the sexy voice crouched down, moving the flashlight out of her eyes. “I think the real question is who are you?”

Mr. Sexy Voice had a chiseled face, hair down to his shoulders and the cutest set of dimples she’d ever seen. She also knew instinctively he was a cop. “You almost killed me.”

“But I didn’t. Your bike might need some adjustments though.”

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