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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.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Welcome, St. Patrick's Day Blog Hop!

     Hi, everyone! Happy St. Patrick's Day! We're Number 103!
(We're just jazzed to be in the show! Scroll down for hot, unpredictable heroes, harrowing adventures, and free stories!)

(Pretty, huh?)

    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.    

     I hope you’re having a fabulous time discovering new and great authors to fill your days and nights with risk and reward, steam and surprise. Follow the directions at the end of this blog entry and learn how to enter the contest for a FREE BOOK! In the blog entry below this first one, there's a FREE READ you can take home.

     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.
     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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Happy St. Patty’s Day to all, and have a blast on the Blog Hop!

Read and live an adventure.



Anne said...

I loved the fly joke. I'm sure I'll be telling it a few times today.


Michele Hart said...

Glad you liked it, Anne. I got it from an authentic Irishman. :-)

Good luck on the drawing, and thanks for stopping by.


Anonymous said...

sound interesting gonna have to check out your books

Rose Anderson ~ Romance Novelist said...

Have fun on the blog hop today!

Linda Andrews said...

Love the joke and after reading the excerpt could use something cold to drink. Well done!

Maria pronounced Mariah said...

Thanks for the chance. Books sound great.

Mmafsmith at gmail dot com

Drea Becraft said...

Happy St. Pattys Day!


Michele Hart said...

Thanks, Linda. I'm so glad you liked it. Danny can make a girl sweat. :-)

Happy reading!

Michele Hart said...

Thanks, Rose, Maria, and Drea (<--whose name I always love to see)!

Happy reading, ladies.

Hey, I gotta get to Micky D's before the Shamrock shakes are gone. :-)


Sheba said...

going to have to check out your booklist after making this comment. happy st. patricks day.

debbie said...

I would love to read the book.
Happy St. Patricks Day.

Jean P said...

Laughed when I read the joke, that is a good one. That was a great excerpt.
skpetal at hotmail dot com

Krystal A said...

Happy St Patty's Day!


VanillaOrchids said...

Great post. The joke was funny!
Thank you for the giveaway.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.


BookAttict said...

Gangbusters sounds like a fantastic read!

Thanks for the amazing giveaway!
elizabeth @ bookattict . com

miki said...

Thanks you a lot for your generosity, i'm discovery new romance subgenre so a sci-fi romance book would be wonderful

all the best and Happy St Patrick's day


Na said...

Wishing you a super fun St. Patrick's Day, whether it's out of this world or not :)


Hillary said...

Loved the joke!

I love a story about angels, in fact I'm working on writing one :D

Thanks for the giveaway!


Joanna said...

Happy St Patrick's Day!

We don't celebrate it much in my country, but what's not to like here ;)
I'm all in favor of the beer. Especially Guinness.
And four-leaf clovers bring luck.



Michele Hart said...

Sheba, Debbie, Jean, Krystal, welcome to my blog. Thanks for stopping by. Good luck on the drawing.

You ladies going from green beer tonight? I am!



Sarah Kalaitzidis said...

Thanks for the great giveaway!!!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Erica Pike said...

Just signing up for the grand prizes now :) I'd rather the f/m books go to f/m readers.

I will, however, use your wonderful pink and yellow links to find the remaining blogs! My eyes are getting all squinty from all the green.

Erica :)

eripike at gmail dot com

Carrie Ann Ryan said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
Thanks for hopping with me today!


Vanessa N. said...

Great excerpt. Thanks for the chance.


Liese2 said...

The fly joke was great!
Thanks for the giveaway, and Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Michele Hart said...

I'm glad everyone is enjoying the blog!

Explore my universes.

Have a great evening, everyone.


JoAnna said...

Thanks for the excerpt. Sounds great.

beckerjo at verizon dot net

Armand said...

Happy St. paddy's Day, everyone!

Armand Rosamilia


Barbara said...

LOVED the excerpt! Happy St. Pat's Day...thx for the giveaway op! :)

barbbattaglia @ yahoo.com

Kym said...

I have to tell my son the fly joke, thanks for sharing !

Happy St Pattys Day !



Shannon said...

Thanks for the joke! Haha

Happy St. Patrick's Day and thanks for the giveaway!
bas1chsemail at gmail dot com

Catherine Lee said...

Thanks for the jokes.
Erin Go Bragh!

catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

Susan W. said...

Great joke! Thanks for the giveaway!

wanda f said...

Love the post.Happy St. Patricks Day


Nikki said...

Great excerpt!!Awesome contest!! I hope you have a great Saint Patty's Day!!

menina.iscrazy said...

Thank you for participating in the Blog Hop!

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Unknown said...

Thank you so much for participating in this hop!

Gena Robertson

bn100 said...

Very nice excerpt. Happy St. Patrick's Day!


Sue Sattler said...

Great joke. Thanks for the giveaway!


Krysykat said...

Thanks for the chance to win!


June M. said...

Have a happy St. Patty's Day
manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

Shadow said...

Thank you for sharing and for the giveaway! Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Juana said...

Thanks for the chance. The book sounds like a keeper. Have a super nice St. Patrick's Day.


donnas said...

Happy St Patricks Day!

bacchus76 at myself dot com

Michele Hart said...

Thank you, everyone, for visiting my blog.