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Who will stand on the front lines
against evil in the future?
against evil in the future?
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.
***
Are you in the mood for heat?
Here's a steamy excerpt from Gangbusters.
Here's a steamy excerpt from Gangbusters.
***
[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…” 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.
***
Don’t stop. Read more.
Is Danny a monster?
Even the highest of angels
worries Danny is a monster.
Is Danny a monster?
Even the highest of angels
worries Danny is a monster.
What are you waiting for?
The angels of madness are calling.
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Michele Hart
In the end,
it’s either you or the demon that comes for you.
it’s either you or the demon that comes for you.
