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Michele Hart
Danger, Thrills, and Adventure.

Bad Good Guys. Scary Bad Guys.
And unforgettable chills.

Shadow, risk, and mystery...

Can I interest you in a sssexy and dangerous shape-shifter escaped from a prison-planet for your winter affair? How about a brawler with a badge who can read your thoughts? Imagine yourself trapped on a space station with your high-school crush and only hours to live.

Find me when you’re ready for a risky mind control adventure battling the CIA. Feel like fighting the Mob today? Does your heart secretly desire to be frightened by demons, rescued by angels? A gangland executioner named Heretic awaits you.

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Who are the Nephilim?

Nephilim - The offspring of the marriages (or rapes) of the daughters of Man by the sons of the Maker, the fallen angels.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

NOMINATED!: LRC's Best Sci-Fi/Futuristic Book of 2012!

I'm so excited! Love Romances Cafe has nominated LUMINOUS NIGHTS for the Best Sci-Fi/Futuristic Book of 2010!
Would you like to read an excerpt?

Imagine an avenging angel dragging you, unwilling, through the galaxy while he hunts demons, uncaring of the mortals he kills.
[This excerpt is rated R for violence, language, and sexual reference.
All the good stuff. :-) ]
The Whip

    Spun around in her bindings tied above her head, Rachel focused on Jack observing his former cellmates shooting dice near the hall’s great hearth. The traitor. It was like he hardly noticed her strung up for a lashing, his prison buddies looking forward to her vicious flogging. Heartlessly calm and detached, he intermittently checked the currently inactive scene of her soon torture, not very interested.
    “Jack…” she called out to him. He cast a lazy look her way.
    “If Quattro beats me, you can’t use me the way you want to in the mountains.”
    “What makes you think stripes on your back would stop me?”
    God, she hoped Jack was bluffing. She really couldn’t tell if he were a good guy or a bad guy. Was it okay with him to rape her in the woods while she was wounded? She shuddered.
    Jack rose from his table, abandoning his meal. His sight burned into hers, risk in his holographic sky-blue eyes. A low-grade anxiety pulsed through her. He sashayed over to where Quattro had left the whip on the floor behind her.
    “You want to see her punished, Quattro?” Jack brushed the dust from his hands.
    “I insist upon it,” the mobster replied.
    “Do you want her frightened?” Jack picked the whip up, suddenly too attracted to it.
    Quattro’s gross grin rose. “I want to hear her shriek in terror and fear me, you, and every man here.”
    Rachel was well on her way to all that. She feared every sadistic criminal in the room, but Jack. And he was fixing that right now. She stiffened to keep from shaking. She watched Jack pull the lash through his hand as if he appreciated the braid…or measured it. Others took notice. He took another step back, nonchalantly taking a position. Her heart pumped harder, and her breath quickened. He wasn’t going to do it, was he…going to beat her?
    “Hold still, Rachel…” he said low, getting a feel for the grip. She mashed herself against the wall in dread of the lash.
    Then Jack reared back and struck. The whip loudly snapped so close to her back, she felt the ripple in the air through the thin cotton of her techsuit. Rachel felt a shocking sting shoot through her body, and she shrieked. But she hadn’t felt the whip dig into her flesh.
    “You bastard!” she shouted at him, awaiting the agony and so fearful of the pain, she nearly started to weep. “I swear to God, I’ll find a way to kill you for this!”
    Her terror thrilled Quattro so much, he applauded.
    “You’re a passivist, Rachel Marie,” Jack said, berating her. “You can’t kill a thing.”
    She couldn’t yet feel the pain, though she didn’t think the hall cold enough to truly numb her from the agony of a lash. She opened her eyes and watched Jack’s audience grow. Where was the pain?
    Jack reared back with the whip again. Rachel pinched her eyes shut and screamed in terror again, certain he wouldn’t miss a second time. The strike ripped the material of the techsuit down her back. Except for blood-curdling horror and a puff of slapped air, she felt no physical pain or even any contact. The second strike caused the audience to cheer.
    A third strike still brought out her terrified cry and more of Quattro’s acclamation. The leather braid never met her back. Of course, it didn’t. Jack hadn’t missed a shot since he was twelve. If he missed the shot, it was because he meant to miss.
    Bets started going down to see how many stripes she’d last.
    Jack halted the entertainment cold, staring at them. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She wondered if he thought them vacant, psychotic souls, if he wanted to burn their hearts out with the laser gun strapped to his thigh. He broke away from some tormenting theme of thought, and began to roll the whip. Thinking the bloodsport over too early, the malicious crowd found other things to distract them, their breakfasts, games of dice.
    “Quattro,” Jack bothered to finally say something as he coiled the whip and tied it, “beating her for an audience of your enemies isn’t such a good move, though I’m sure it would conjure a wicked orgasm for you and your men. If you torture her before your enemy, she becomes a hero. If you kill her, she becomes a martyr. Heroes and martyrs fuel rebellion. You may start a fire you can’t contain.”
    Rachel caught up with her racing breath. The panic attack slowly eased. The sweat risen from her body in fear of supersized agony made her colder.
    “You got the fear and loathing from her you wanted, the juicy fear and loathing,” Jack told him, “so let my property go.”
    Realizing Jack hadn’t beaten her at all when her back wasn’t bleeding, Quattro was stopped cold by a thought. The hovercraft the gangster sat upon gave a spit. “You can’t possibly think I should let the insolent bitch go without a serious blooding, do you?”
    “You should care more that your beds aren’t razed by blue armies. You’re done with her.”
    “Your first fuck in the free worlds hasn’t softened your black heart, has it?”
    Jack rolled stunning, digitally perfect blue eyes.
    “For as many men as I’ve seen you kill, you’re not much of a woman-beater. You’re already softer than you were in prison.”
    Jack paused. Quattro hit a raw nerve. Rachel wished she knew his thoughts.
    “I have more control than you,” Jack told him with a dead-eyed stare, his finger in the gangster’s face. “Don’t mistake that for weakness. I have control of everything in this room.”
    The statement shut Quattro’s foul drunken mouth.
    “You’re very reckless today.” Jack passed him the whip.
    “She’s not getting any more punishment than she just got,” Jack told him. “If I allow you to beat her, she’ll never survive the mountains with me for my purpose. She pilots the only ship around capable of traveling the wormhole in one piece. Leave her correction to me. I’ll make her want to die. Release my property, now that you’ve gotten your rocks off seeing her terrorized. That’s all you required.”
    “I hope she cuts your throat in the middle of the night.”
    “If you couldn’t get the job done after five years of trying, she can’t.”
    “You sleep with your eyes open.”
    Rachel watched Jack. He was magical. He knew just what to say to make Quattro do his bidding, the cold timing required, and the guts and confidence to pull it off, not to mention his dead-on aim. He was impressive.
    Later, she had to know…
    “What were you thinking when you were staging my beating and watching your audience thrill to the show?”
    Jack surveyed the west mountains with the binoculars, and then the sea line. Rachel considered he might not answer the question until he replied, “I was thinking of how I wanted to kill all the sick degenerates for getting off on a weaker creature’s fear and pain.”
    At the time, he’d looked like murder was on his mind.
    Maybe that’s what happens to a good man’s soul when he serves time in Hell. He becomes the cold executioner.
    How would she stop this avenging angel’s killing spree?

Luminous Nights
Michele Hart
ISBN#: e-book 1-60601-884-1 * Print 1-60601-885-X
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Love, Michele

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