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.

What do you think? Hungry for some sexy beasts of the forest? Don’t forget, I have one sexy, dangerous piece HOT off the presses that’s all mafia but…with a twist. 

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

PURCHASE LINK FOR DANGEROUS

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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???

Have a great Saturday!

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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Imagine the Devil and His Spawn…Sexy?

I think any guy can be HOT, HOT, HOT, even if he’s the byproduct of the Devil. Yeah, I know, I’m changing up history, right? Well, I’ve always had a fascination for the rather devilish end of the spiritual world, including Lucifer. And I’m not talking about the sexy evil eye sexyNetflix show either! I’ve been writing a book that I’ve pushed aside twice (which I never do) in order for another story to take hold. I’m determined to finish this one. It’s sexy, it’s challenging, it’s dark – but not in a way you might think. It also pits good against evil, which is obviously a favorite concept of mine. I thought I’d give you a VERY unedited taste…

RAPTURE

Sadie

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture, consuming every mortal being considered righteous was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the Devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their Master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast with horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one demon who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes ached, so dry and my throat so parched. I hated being here. Coerced. Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The Devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a Baptist Minister meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the ultra conservative believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I jumped hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred year old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” The entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting on the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the Devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the Devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the Prince of Darkness. I knew otherwise. If the Devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished as being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. We will rid her of the Devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within.”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the Devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches, men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Now, imagine who just might be coming to her rescue. OR, will she become Lucifer’s spawn’s obsession? Hmmm…

Also, don’t forget, HOT off the presses, the third in the Cenzan alien world. The book can be read as a stand alone, but you will certainly learn a lot by reading Conquering Their Mate and Capturing Their Mate as well. This is Killer’s story…

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 ourhuntingtheirmate 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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Trying to Save a Marriage

How far would you go? We all know relationships are difficult at best, often breaking down your hope and tossing away the person you either used to be or wanted to become. When all else fails, would you try domestic discipline? I have a new release, a series of three novellas I wrote a few years ago about a very difficult marriage. Now, I will warn you that there is perceived betrayal BUT there is also an HEA that might knock your socks off.

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IMPERFECT CONSEQUENCES

Shannon rolled over and slid her arm across the bed. She didn’t need to open her eyes to realize David wasn’t beside her. Although she hadn’t waited up for him, sleep had only come in spurts. Her eyes were swollen from crying for hours. Her heart, as well as her Imperfect Consequenceshead, was aching, remnants of a hangover making her nauseous. Drinking wine certainly hadn’t helped her mood and no doubt escalated the vile argument.

Moaning, she glanced over at the clock, the understanding she needed to crawl out of bed and get ready for work, reminding her that life moves on. The alarm was still sounding, and for a few more seconds she listened to the soft music, the haunting strains of some love song. Closing her eyes, she did everything she could to shove back the uneasy feeling. There was no doubt in her mind, however, she’d gone too far this time by pushing David into a corner. Accusing him of having an affair was terrible, but finding certain e-mails on his computer had driven her over the edge.

Jade.The name slid across her tongue and she was ready to vomit. Whoever the woman was, she certainly seemed to be in tune with David’s needs, his desires. From the tone of the e-mails, the blatant sexual overtures, she knew they were close. But just how close? She’d sat for hours poring over every message, trying to figure out when the emotional affair had started, and from what little she could find out, it seemed they had started their relationship almost six months ago.

At least the first few e-mails were very much about business, given he’d obviously designed her home. They began to go down a more flirtatious path. The last few conversations were as close to sexting as she’d ever seen. Swallowing back bile, she finally eased out of bed and into the bathroom. Her reflection told no lies—she looked like shit. Shivering, she held her arm with one hand as she grabbed her toothbrush with the other.

Had he gone to Jade’s house last night? Was he with her right now, lying in bed and talking about how ridiculous his marriage was? Were they fucking? Had they been fucking and for how long? The questions raced through the back of her mind and she blinked as tears welled in her eyes. Then again, what if they weren’t physically intimate, but carrying on just an emotional affair? The phrase made her want to break the mirror. Was an emotional relationship as bad as if he were sticking his cock into her?

There were too many questions and no answers that would be right anyway, not until she managed to hear the truth. Would David tell her the truth? Well, maybe not after her nasty display. Shannon brushed her teeth with enough fury that she was spitting froth by the time she finished. Damn it, she had to know if their marriage was over. She had to.

After taking a long shower, she brewed a pot of coffee and stood like a lost waif in her kitchen, staring at the flowers. A slight smile crossing her face, she walked closer and brushed her fingertips across several fallen petals. How many days had she longed to have her man bring her flowers or tell her she was beautiful? Sighing, she sniffed as a single tear fell.

She glanced toward her cell phone and reached out twice to grab it before she pressed her finger against the on button. There were no missed calls and no voice mails. David was either letting her cool off, or he was finding his own place to live. The sun was streaming in the windows, birds chirping, and she was nothing but a train wreck. And she definitely wasn’t in the mood to face anyone today, especially at work.

Shannon thought about taking a day off. What would it hurt? She hadn’t had a day off in months and was certainly due. Maybe she’d go shopping and spend a hell of a lot of money, something David loathed. Oh, what didn’t David find bothersome or troublesome about her?

Trembling, she stood staring out at their backyard, sipping her coffee. A new dress and a new attitude would do her a little good, maybe spice up her life, her very lonely life. “Stop it.” The two words seemed to reverberate in the humid air. The day was going to be unusually warm as well as sunny, perfect for playing hooky.

She grabbed her phone, dialing her office. She was positive the receptionist was already sitting at her desk, the little eager beaver. Sure enough, the chipper-voiced girl answered. “Hi Jennifer, it’s Shannon. I’m not feeling very well today and won’t be in. I’ll check my e-mails. If you don’t mind just letting everyone know? I don’t have any clients scheduled, so there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Parker.”

Jennifer hung up before she had the chance to correct her to “Mrs.” Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but question the state of her marriage. Well, she was going to have to deal with her accusations later, but right now, she had shopping to do. For the time being, she wasn’t going to dive into a bowl of ice cream to soothe her breaking heart—at least not until much later. As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, she thought about going to a strip club tonight, instead of burying herself in frozen treats and booze. Snacking on men was a much better way to snap her heart and mind out of her private hell. There was nothing like lust to do just that.

Shannon had walked around the mall at least three times and other than purchasing a new teddy at Victoria’s Secret, she had little to show for her efforts. She didn’t have the heart for shopping or anything else, for that matter. How many times had she checked her phone and almost dialed his number? No, he had the explaining to do, not her. As she stood in front of one of her favorite stores, she felt an overwhelming sadness. She wasn’t the kind of girl who handled opposition very well, and she avoided conflict. Slapping his face with the roses, after screaming at him, was the worst behavior she’d displayed in a long time.

He’d expect an apology and she sucked at giving them. Maybe she’d demand one of her own. Yeah, wouldn’t that go over well?

“Shannon, Shannon Parker?”

Shannon turned around and instantly grinned. “Tina! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“How long has it been?” Tina asked, a smile crossing her face.

“Too long. My goodness, the last time we even talked was at least a couple of years ago.”

“I know. I can’t believe how much time has gone by. That certainly wasn’t my intent.”

Tina had been one of her best friends since college, and she hadn’t even thought about her in almost a year. “I heard you moved out of town.”

Tina sighed. “Well, I just got back into town, and I start a new job next week.”

“What about Joe? New job, too?” Shannon asked, half expecting the sweet hunk to be standing right behind Tina.

“Joe who? You mean, Asshole of the Year?”

“Uh-oh. What happened?” The couple had been together since they were teenagers. Tina and Joe were inseparable, never able to keep their hands off each other for long.

“Let’s just say I didn’t enjoy finding him with our next-door neighbor in our pool, very naked, and the position wasn’t just compromising. The act was more like animals copulating in the wild.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I was upset and pissed off for a long time, but after some pretty good counseling and one too many bottles of wine, I realized I needed to live my life for me,” Tina stated defiantly. “So, I moved back here and was able to get a great job. I have a little place that’s all mine, with no men to bother me, and I can enjoy being me for the first time in years.”

Shannon loved the take-charge edge in her friend’s voice, wishing she could manage to garner the same bravado. “You look great.”

“I feel great. Just getting a few things for the new job. What are you up to? Lunchtime shopping?”

“Took the day off. Needed some time for just me.”

Tina grinned and raised her eyebrow as she pointed toward the Victoria’s Secret bag. “A hot night with that sexy man of yours?”

Shannon could feel the heat rising from her neck, flushing her cheeks. She shivered and looked away. “Just something for me.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Hmm. Since you have a day off and it is almost noon, let’s grab some lunch and talk, really talk. How about Ruby Tuesday’s?”

Smiling, Shannon nodded. “Perfect, I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll have some wine and talk like we used to. It seems like we have more than just a little catching up to do.”

As they headed for the restaurant, they conversed about shopping and jobs, their family and little else until they were seated with a glass of wine in front of them.

Tina leaned over the table, her eyes darting back and forth across Shannon’s. “All right, girl. I know you too well. What’s going on with you and David?”

Shannon twirled her glass, embarrassed at her own story. “We’re just arguing a lot. Who am I kidding? We argue all the time.”

“Do you mean like the last time you two were having issues?”

“Similar, but I honestly think this time we’re headed for divorce.” Saying the words out loud for the first time was almost final, as if there were no fight left in her.

“That bad?” Tina asked, patting Shannon’s hand.

“Bad enough.”

“What happened?”

Shannon shrugged and scanned the perimeter of the restaurant absently. Admitting the truth was gut-wrenching and felt as if she were accepting defeat.

I so hope you enjoyed! PS. Don’t forget Roughneck is HOT off the presses and…another new release coming on Friday!

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Ode to My Mother and What’s Coming Next

Happy Mother’s Day! I don’t usually talk about my personal life very much other than fun statistics, but I feel such a loss for my mom today. She died when I was only 25 of a  stroke. Devastating to say the least. She was my best friend and the first person to encourage my writing. When I was 16 and had finished my 13th full length novel, she baked me a cake to celebrate. You can’t ask for more.

the-boys-04-29-2018She had a difficult life – abused for years by my father, but she kept the light shining in her soul, teaching me that good does overcome evil. She was barely 5’4″, one hundred pounds soaking wet while my father was over 6’5″ and all muscle. You can imagine. In truth, I was lucky to gain some of my father’s physical traits. At 5’11” when I was only 13, I was able to throw him out of the house at knife point when I was 16. She finally lived a fabulous life for 9 more years and I was lucky to be a part of her blossoming.

One fun story that I am proud of. I lied at barely 17 to take a waitressing job where liquor was served. I saved all my money and was able to purchase the one thing she always wanted – a mink coat. I don’t want to hear the animal stories. I know. But it was a different time then and for her. She always watched the glorious movies with actresses trailing the mink across the floor. She was able to do that.

I miss her every day and thank God she was in my life. I don’t have human children – my choice because I’d make a horrible mother given my understanding of abuse, but I am blessed to have two beautiful furry babies. They are my world.

Celebrate your mother today no matter the circumstance. Love is all that matters.

What’s coming up? Well, surprise! The third in the Cenzan world – Hunting Their Mate – is coming May 24th. Here’s an unedited excerpt that I hope you enjoy!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actually believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on the full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

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Piper

SYNOPSIS

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up roughneck_fullwith one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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Takeover – My DH – Behind the Scenes

Happy Monday. I’m very lucky and honored to have my husband, who I never talk about, actually do a takeover of my blog today. He is quite frankly the reason behind the Missoula Smokejumpers Series. The reason I wrote the books? Hearing about his amazing time spent there renovating a Best Products Store – YEARS AGO. Let’s see what he has to say about being a part of the dark and dangerous world.

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Hello Piper Stone Fans!

My name is P and I thought you might like some insight into Piper and her writing. I am doing a take-over of her blog for a brief few seconds.

I met Piper back in 1989 and was as intrigued by her as many of her readers are. So Missoula Smokejumpers Collectionintrigued so much that I decided a divorce was in order. For you, all you need to do is buy or read a book. So let’s say that I went all in.

She was the weirdest person I ever met when I made my decision, and she remains weird – but she has a heart of gold and believes in the good of all.

We married and both worked in an industry far away from the literary world. I travelled for work quite a bit and always brought back stories.

Back in 2010 I bought her one of the first tiny notepads and encouraged her to resurrect the love of writing that she had as a child. There are really 13 manuscripts here from before when she was 13. She took off and the rest is history. Two hundred+ books later she is finally smiling and enjoying doing what she was meant to do. Nothing has come easily and she has suffered, cried, and endured. But nothing brings her out of those spells like the comments and messages that she gets from readers.

Piper wrote a series about the Missoula Smokejumpers that is currently out in a compilation. Marketing that is not my intent – I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if another copy was sold. But after hearing comments written to her I thought others might want to know some about that series – and not from the author: Several people have written to her and told stories about actually visiting Missoula after reading her books. How cool is that!

I had the opportunity to visit Missoula numerous times and found it to be, frankly, a refreshing and entertaining place. A place where common sense, history, and some new world all mixed in. I was able to stay in a hotel where I could open my window (OMG!) and fall asleep listening to the river flow by. I could have a drink in a bar and watch someone fly fishing and a university was in the background.

Piper took those stories to heart, stored them away for a whole bunch of time, did a crap load of research, took her respect for those who serve and get their hands dirty, and then threw ll that into a literary blender to create a series that comes as close to emulating her heart as anything else ever.

I am writing this to say that I am proud of you Piper for not giving up. For following your dreams. For having that heart. I, and our pups, experience it every day.

My hope is that you will continue to bring THAT to your readers.

P.

What do you think? I feel so proud and lucky to continue hearing his stories. 

Love and spanks…

Piper

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By night they exude passion.

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A Hunky Roughneck

Yes, I do love to write about various dangerous and delicious men. I especially love professions that are daunting, taking both men and women to the extreme. Being a roughneck is one of those jobs that few people truly understand. They’re oil riggers, some on land and some spending weeks/months on the ocean. It’s hard work, tough on both the mind and the body. I have an upcoming release titled just that – Roughneck. It’s a dark romance, filled with passion and intrigue. While I don’t have a cover just yet, I thought I’d give you a taste. Releasing May 3rd.

ROUGHNECK

Jack

“Get out of my way, morons!” The lilting and very female voice drew my attention for theoil rigger two third time today alone.

I knew instantly who had the audacity to act like a child.

Summer Carter.

The blood racing through my veins kicked up into jet fuel, igniting every filthy inch of my six-foot five inch frame. My balls tightened, my rock hard cock throbbing like a son of a bitch and all I could think about was stripping her down, and baring her rounded bottom for one severe spanking.

Like all bad girls needed.

Who in the hell did this girl think she was?

“Don’t go off half-cocked, Master.” A hand was placed on my forearm, as if that would stave off my increasing rage.

The crew only called me Master when they knew I was pissed off. Hearing the gruff voice, I glared at my second in command. Riley might be my best buddy, but right now I wanted to kick him square in the butt since I knew this had to be his bright idea.

Equal opportunity.

Hire a woman.

On a freaking offshore oil rig.

Right…

I adored women, their strengths and superior intelligence. Hell, we had a few women on the massive rig, but not in the capacity of a professional welder, the work grueling and dirty. Not that they couldn’t do the job, but this girl had something to prove, making mincemeat out of any man who dared try and give her advice. She was a feisty little thing as well as breathtakingly beautiful, but her careless actions were going to get someone hurt.

Not on my watch.

Moving closer to the edge of the deck, I took several deep breaths in an effort to stop delicious-as-sin images from rushing around in my Neanderthal brain.

Her pursed and pouty lips sucking on my thick shaft.

Her rosy little nipples ready to be twisted in my calloused fingers.

Her sweet bald pussy juice slickening her porcelain skin.

Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her like a wild animal.

Shit. What the hell was I thinking?

“Goddamn motherfucker. Get the hell out of my way!” Snapping and tossing her safety mask, her angry voice filtered up along the steel poles, heading in our direction. Sunlight glinted off her copper colored hair like a beacon from the Devil himself. At that very moment, every cell erupted in my body, igniting the passion I’d called dead and buried. “I can do this myself, you bitches!” she barked.

This assignment in particular was supposed to be a simple gig, a few months of working long hours for damn decent pay as well as quiet time to readjust from life in the Marines. Now, I was forced to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears firecracker. She might be sexy as fuck, but she was going to follow my rules one way or the other.

“She’ll calm down,” Riley insisted.

“How in the hell is that gonna happen? She’s tossing a fit like some prima donna brat, something she’s been doing since the minute she stepped foot on the rig. She’s spoiled all right. I think somebody needs to teach her a lesson.”

“Not a bad idea. Some of the crew are mighty tired of her antics as well as her nasty words,” Riley said in an offhanded fashion.

“Oh course, it would help if I knew how the fuck she got on this rig in the first place.” Riley had hired three new crew members barely a week before, Summer being one of them. This was the third day I’d heard her shooting off her mouth, almost causing two fights. Three days too many. I shot him a nasty look before crossing my arms, waiting for her next explosion.

It came quickly after two members of the crew gestured some ridiculously inappropriate motions.

“You boys can’t best me in anything. Not a game of cards. Not arm wrestling and certainly not shoring up this rig.” She threw out her arms, acting like an unchained wild cat, her face wrenched in utter hatred and her emerald green eyes flashing. “In other words, none of you are man enough.”

“That’s it. I’ve had enough of her bullshit antics.”

Riley flanked my side, a mischievous look crossing his face as he stifled raucous laughter. He thought this shit was funny. “Remember, Summer is just a kid, but she holds her own. At least from what I can tell. I’ve had a couple good reports on her work.”

Holds her own. Jesus. “A couple huh? And a kid my ass. Unless you lied to me, she’s twenty-two and ought to know better than to act that way, especially on a rig full of men. Besides, this is a dangerous job and her actions could jeopardize the entire crew.”

Snickering, Riley slapped his hand over his mouth briefly, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe you need to show her a thing or two about the hierarchy of ranks.”

Summer. The name suited her, all fire and brimstone and I could do more than just show her. “Exactly. She needs to learn a lesson and that starts right now.” I shimmied down the ladder, ignoring the rungs, dropping with a hard thud. Within seconds, I was standing two feet away from the voluptuous creature, trying my best to keep my eyes from falling to her well-endowed cleavage. All the control I’d taken pride in keeping had a difficult time preventing me from grabbing her, fisting and tangling my hand in her hair and yanking her into an unbridled kiss. I blinked twice, forcing my raging libido back into the darkness, remembering my duties. She was a nemesis on this rig, her caustic mouth and ridiculous behavior putting lives in danger as well as pulling down the crew’s morale.

Or perhaps they all wanted to fuck her.

Either way, we had a job to do.

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And don’t forget – ROGUE is HOT off the presses!

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue machine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

Rogue – Part Man, Part Machine

I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…

I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!

ROGUE

SYNOPSIS

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue rogue_fullmachine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

EXCERPT

When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.

I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.

Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”

I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”

Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”

While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.

I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.

“Maybe we could—”

Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.

One of the reprobates had been captured.

Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.

And they’d never see the light of day again.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”

“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.

Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.

Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.

I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.

The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.

A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.

She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.

They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.

My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.

She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.

She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.

I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.

Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.

After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.

I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.

Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.

Fuck her. Use her.

The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.

She was supposed to be mine.

Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.

And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.

When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.

Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.

Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?

Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.

I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.

Out of good behavior.

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Piper

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VENOMOUS HEART

SYNOPSIS

After drowning his soul in blood, can this alien warrior be saved?

As the only doctor on Aveyn, Ava works day and night for the people she considers hers. Only… she’s not really one of them, is she? She’s a hybrid, a highly illegal creature created by Trade Minister Knut for his personal enjoyment. And she risks a fate worse Venomous Heartthan death if her existence is ever discovered by Prime Councilor Aav, the most powerful Matriarch in the Ring.

When a tall, arrogant, sapphire blue alien comes to Aveyn, it’s not long before headstrong Ava gets in trouble with him – the new Eok warrior in charge.

Arlen wants nothing to do with his new assignment on Aveyn. All he wants is to return to the violence at the Frontier and drown his broken heart in bloodshed. But he made a deal with his brother, the Commander-in-Chief of the Eok armies: a year of peace for a year of combat. So, Arlen comes to

Aveyn fully intent on ruling all those who live there with an iron fist…

… all except a troublesome, gorgeous female whose purple eyes haunt his dreams. When the Mating Venom pushes him to the edge of madness, can Arlen learn to trust in his heart again, or is his soul lost to the bloodlust?

EXCERPT

He kissed her like nothing else mattered. Like she was the beginning and the end and everything in between. She could lose herself in that kiss, in those arms that could protect her from everything.

There was a vulnerability about Arlen as he kissed her while she sat on his lap, her head just above his own, her hands on his face. Like he was surrendering himself to his lust for her entirely.

And that made her even more his.

Ava moved, straddling Arlen in the chair. Her sex met a familiar hardness as she pressed against his erection, desire instantly spreading through her.

Their kiss deepened as Arlen’s hands explored her body, running from the small of her back to her breasts, hot and hard, pressing against her flesh as he took control of their encounter.

She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, delicious and feminine. Demanding possession like a scream.

Wordlessly, he pulled her sweater over her head and discarded it to the floor, his gaze fixed on her naked skin with blatant hunger. Ava reached down to wrap her fingers around his sex, but he stopped her.

“No,” Arlen ordered. “I want to savor you. I want to remember this moment.”

There was a need in his voice, a demand that was as deep as the wounds of his past. She surrendered, allowing him to take control of her body, to hold her like he owned every inch of her. And he did. More than that, she wanted him to.

Arlen grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back, bracing her weight in his arms. She leaned into his hold as his mouth ran over her throat, his tongue lapping at her heartbeat. His fangs raked her skin, spreading erotic arousal all the way to her core.

She wanted his male flesh inside her. She tried to move but he held her still, her body hanging halfway in the air, completely under his control.

MARY’S BIO

Mary Auclair is a lover of romance novels of all genre. She likes to write everything from science fiction to fantasy, passing through paranormal and historical, but always with a dark, sexy twist. She spends too many hours to count daydreaming about adventures and hot, dominant alpha male heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s busy being a full-time mom, as well as caring for her many pets.

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