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My name's Michele Hart, and I write gritty, high-action Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure and Suspense. If you love angels and demons, cop stories, subjects just below the radar, wander through my universes.
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My name's Michele Hart, and I write gritty, high-action Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure and Suspense. If you love angels and demons, cop stories, subjects just below the radar, wander through my universes.
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Let’s start off with my favorite Irish joke:
An Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walk
into a bar and order pints for all. The Englishman spots a fly in his pint, and
disappointed, he sets the glass aside. The Scotsman spots a fly in his pint,
ignores it, and guzzles it down. The Irishman spots a fly in his glass, snatches
it up, hangs the bug over the glass edge, and shouts, “Spit it out, ye
bastard!”
(I love that one.)
I’ve great memories of St. Patrick’s Day 2003.
Dressed in our green Ren Fest garb, my boyfriend took me to Four Green Fields,
an incredible Irish bar in Tampa, and I was mistaken for someone famous. It was
shoulder-to-shoulder packed with people! I wish I were there right now. If
you’re ever in Tampa, stop by Four Green Fields for an authentic Irish bar.
It’s good to be Irish! If you’re not, you can pretend you are on St. Patty’s
Day. If you can throw a good Irish brogue, all’s the better.
***
Don’t you love the name Danny? I always think of
it as an Irish name, and I’m pretty sure that’s exclusively due to Oh, Danny Boy. Daniel is my favorite angel name, and I
couldn’t resist writing a hero named Danny with an angel on his shoulder. So
here’s a blurb from my Angels & Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure, Gangbusters.
In the end, it's either you or the demon that comes for you.
Daniel Tierney and his fellow I-Marshals take down the organizations
producing the most dangerous substance in the Alliance. But reporter Faith
Vedder turns up at the worst times, including Danny’s near-assassination. He’s
had enough of her interference and requires her source of information.
Faith won’t tell him anything that compromises her Pulitzer-worthy
story, not even under the magic of hot attraction. She doesn’t know she’s
surrounded by fallen angels at war. Danny’s not finished making demands. She doesn’t
understand until a giant, snorting, winged monster slobbers down her back,
threatening to flay her.
The gangbusters can’t delay in their mission to shut down gangs until
Danny learns the new criminal kingpin of their world is a man who once held Faith’s
heart. In the guise of a gangland executioner named Heretic, Danny will destroy
him. Even if it destroys Faith.
Angels are watching. Demons are plotting. Faith is the key.
Here’s a
big bite of Danny:
***
[This excerpt is rated R for just
the beginning of unabashed sexual stimulation.]
“Stand
over here, in the candlelight.”
Faith went
to the spot where Danny pointed, and she stood in her Pulitzer gown for his
inspection. He gained his feet, produced a thornless red vine rose from the
side table, and he twisted it around the dress strap, then he returned to the
bed and took in the sight of her. A rose was a gift of love, not a gift of
acquaintance or friendship. The flowery fragrance enhanced her longing for him.
The candlelight silvered his gray sight in a tactile way, but she always did
feel his eyes when they were fixed on her.
“Do you
like the gown?” she couldn’t help asking. His concentrated attention through
overlong salt-and-pepper bangs caused her nipples to rise and brush against the
soft cloth, quickening her for his capture.
“Very
much. You look stunning in the dress, Faith,” his baritone voice murmured. His
lips pressed together, revealing the tension it gave him. “The threads of the
lace shimmer in the flame glow.”
Oh… Soft, flickering light seemed to cling to him instead of illuminating
much else in the room. His breathing livened. His study of her lasted so long,
she began to shy from his devoted gaze. “Have you had enough yet?”
“No. You
aren’t enforcing a time limit, are you?”
She broke
into an embarrassed smile, and his sly gaze said he enjoyed his torture of her.
“I’m
divided. I want you to eat, but I want to take that dress off you.”
“Some
people think they have problems.”
Rising
from the bed again, he collected the covered plate and eating utensil, and set
them in her hands held out before her. Then he removed the cover to present a
dish in the meatball family. His smile bordering on the diabolical, he loaded
the utensil and put it to her mouth. Her sharp eye on him, she accepted a
flavor she’d never encountered before, savory, mysterious, delectable. So was
Danny.
Stalking,
he roved around until he was behind her, and he leaned, pressing his nose to
her exposed neck, inhaling her freshly bathed scent as she chewed. The act
carried such an animal-feel to it. The alpha-male predator had brought his
chosen a meal...and he savored his upcoming reward for that.
Having
already been beneath him, arrested and detained by him, she chewed quicker. Was
she sweating yet? She soon would be. Oh,
gawd, she already throbbed, her body programmed now and eager for his
possession. Did he know he owned her? She bet he knew.
His hair
danced over her bare shoulder. “You smell like delicious dinner.”
Every word
he uttered with that deep voice was verbal chocolate, making her ache all the
more for him. “You always have an invitation to feast upon me, Danny.”
She felt
his lips thin into another secret smile against the sensitive flesh as he
pressed sizzling kisses up her neck to her ear. “Every night I’ll figure out a
way to put you in my bed.”
Should she
tell him how easy that will be?
Weakened,
she scooped up a forkful of dinner and fed him over her shoulder. He groaned
his approval, and he sent his big hands to span and stroke her figure in the
silky gown, a sensuous experience that blotted out everything for the moment
but his contact and body heat. She would memorize a list of the things that
made him groan. Hearing it launched cascades of thrill through her. His exploration
slipped downward from behind her and onto her belly, pressing her against his
long, hard physique and sliding downward to the heat between her thighs. She
almost dropped the plate.
Mm…Danny and good food
together. That was total pleasure.
Again, he commandeered the fork and sent a bite to her mouth. As she
chewed, he placed a sucking kiss below her ear. Then she forgot to chew, taken
by the fantastic shower of ecstasy he inflicted, and she had to remind herself
again to chew. His breath on her body enticed her to a new level of want.
Another
bite administered, he drew the zipper of the dress all the way down her back,
and he slipped his hands into the dress, around her, and cupped her breasts.
“Oh…Danny…” The rough surfaces of his
palms and fingers abrading her tender flesh played with her nipples, stoking
the fire.
“Take
another bite.” His whispers rushed lightning through her.
Hands slid
from her dress, and she turned to watch him pull his T-shirt from his torso,
all iron-worked muscle, pale flesh, a thin scatter of body hair she wished to
feel scrubbed against her. Again. His
lion’s mane skimmed broad shoulders. His silvery sight never left her. Before,
they’d made love in shadows, and she hadn’t seen him wholly nude. Just
shirtless, he was beautiful, blessed with a holy kind of glamour that activated
her soul.
Oh…
He fed her
another bite of dinner, then he released the clip holding back her freshly
dried hair, and his long, tapered fingers caught her tumbling tresses. Stirred
to a corrupt snicker, he took in the scent of her hair as though it told him
everything about her, as if it fed every hungry part of him.
“How can
your T-shirt say you’re faster than light when you’re so torturously slow with
me?”
“I know,
the longer I take with you, the more you’ll moan in my ear. And I like that a
lot. It’s a triumph to feel you under my power, Faith.”
That just
made her moan.
He took
the empty plate from her hands and set it aside on the table, then he put her
in his arms. He’d said he wouldn’t let her go to Max’s without making love to
her. The intent in Danny’s eye revealed his plot to ruin her freshly bathed
scent.
“Are you
enjoying the moment of marking me for the demons to detect?”
“Enormously.
I’ll kick them in their heads if they touch you.” His demon-slaying grin gave
away his entertainment. She knew he meant for Max to get that message, as well.
“This is
like unwrapping the most fun present.”
She loved
being explored by him, adored it, and she noticed each lithe movement of his
heavenly warrior-body, marveled at how well he’d been put together for hunting
criminals and hellish merchants of misery. She’d never discourage him from doing
that duty. Those monsters better run and hide.
Danny wasn’t a monster. Was he?
She
reached for his jeans and unbuttoned them, feeling him hard beneath the metal
teeth of the zipper. He pushed the jeans to the floor for the unwelcome
interference they were. Her mouth went dry at the unveiled sight of him, worthy
of an artist’s sketch, all muscle, brains, instinct, skill, action.
Danny was
better than perfect. He was physically superior.
But what was he on the inside? The progeny of an angel, the breed of a
demon. She recalled her brief study of the heavenly races. If Danny turned out
to be more angel, what would that mean? Angels did many benevolent things, but
they also struck down populations with disease, disaster, and genocide. A
single angel wielded the power to destroy cities, cause famine, flood a planet.
Angels
were heaven’s hit men.
Danny
snatched her up by the waist, capturing her, pressing her against him, and
snickering over his plans for her.
Oh… She could barely wait.
***
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