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Love Under All-New Moons & Stars!

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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.

Discover passion, dare, and adventure under all-new moons and stars. Investigate me.

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.

Friday, November 23, 2012

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I write
angels and demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure,
but today, I'll hold back my angels and demons.
I'm going to give you
my Contemporary Erotic Suspense,
Looks Are Deceiving.
LAD won the Bronze Award
for Best Suspense at
the 2010 Reader's Choice Awards.

Will love cost Elissa all her dreams,
or will she leave The Real Thing behind for bullets, blood, and bodies?

You Never See Everything.

            All shadows and mystery, Elissa Baker’s in hot pursuit of something bigger, uglier, and meaner than Greg Moretti, and she keeps her destiny with the scum of the Earth a closely guarded confidence. Only Greg--muscles, brains, and passion—can wreck her long-laid path by being Mister Right and refusing to let her go.
            How can she resist her Latin lover’s dark-chocolate eyes always arresting her, his hypnotic lure stealing her soul, and dealing lusty persuasion like trump cards in a fixed bet?
            Restauranteur Greg Moretti is crazy for a woman who leads a smoke-and-mirrors life. He’ll fix that by cooking up some heat, triggering a little hunger, and melting the ice-wall protecting her soul. Elissa will need to choose between Greg and the criminal world. What keeps her from his total consumption? Why does Elissa keep so many secrets?
             Greg will take no hostages nor will he back down from his chase until he identifies his competition and makes Elissa want him more than her other distractions. Good boys can be bad too…and lethal to the heart.
             The serendipitous solution to the cold-case murder of Greg’s father leads to a gun battle that changes everything. Who invited the Mob?
             Someone’s going to lose, and someone’s going to die. Another someone.
Everything changes with the pull of a trigger. Nothing looks the same after this....

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This excerpt is PG-13 rated. The story is R-rated.
The Wine Thief

          Elissa watched his suspicious green eyes roam the cocoa-and-white living room appreciatively. “Greg’s got some pad here,” he said.
          His vision fixed on the cases of wine stacked beside the airport-lights sound system and flat-screen TV embedded into the wall. One would’ve thought the electronics would have drawn a thief’s eye.
          He pointed the gun at the cases of wine stacked in the entryway, then back to her. “That’s what I’m looking for.”
          “You’re holding me at gunpoint for wine? Some alcohol problem you have.”
          The man cast her an angry snarl. “Shut up. Don’t be a problem, and you won’t get hurt.”
          “I can do that,” she replied, keeping her hands in his sight as not to elicit a bullet. No reason to earn a gunshot wound. She was about to disarm him away, anyway.
          Over the man’s shoulder, Elissa spotted the front door easing open, and she saw Greg stick his head in. He eyed the man, then slid back noiselessly behind the door. His sudden appearance changed everything.
          Now Elissa wasn’t sure how to keep everyone from injury.
          The stranger ordered her, “You’re going to pick up those cases and put them in the trunk of my car.”
          Elissa shook her head, gambling, now hoping to exclude his gun from the action entirely, avoiding any physical struggle altogether. He’d need to put down the gun to pick up the wine. “I can’t lift them. I tried earlier.”
          Her assailant gave her a nasty grimace. “What do you mean you can’t lift them? They can’t be over thirty pounds.”
          She shrugged her shoulders, taking in his posture, sizing up his every move, an eye out for some advantage she could exploit or an unexpected aggressive motion. “I have a bad back. I’m bound to drop a case and shatter the bottles.”
          Clearly frustrated, the man tucked the gun into his holster on his belt, exactly what she needed him to do. Then he grabbed hold of her upper arm and hauled her over to the window where he ripped the pull cord from the glass door’s mini-blinds. In his rough handling, she spotted Greg skulking through the front door to duck behind the island of the kitchen.
          The wine thief shoved her to the floor at the metal-and-glass coffee table, and he wrapped the cord around her wrists without a fight from her. She focused on keeping her assailant’s attention on her so he wouldn’t pick up the small sounds of Greg passing over the tiled kitchen floor.
          “You know, you can get help for the alcohol problem,” she said, watching over the gunman’s shoulder as Greg surfaced on the other side of the island and slipped into a door beyond.
          “I know a few places you could get help. You just really have to commit to it—”
          “Shut up.”
          “Got ya, shutting up.”
          Having tied her rather insecurely to the table, the armed man then grabbed hold of two of the stacked cases, one atop the other, and he hauled the cases outside. Wordless, she watched Greg slip from the bedroom, a Glock-22 semi-auto in his hand, and he sneaked back into the kitchen to press himself against the refrigerator, shielded by an entranceway wall.
          Elissa took a deep breath and thought up a quick prayer. Why would someone, an armed someone, show up at a home to steal three cases of wine, passing up the nicest home theater system she’d ever seen?
          When the man stepped back into the house for the third case, he passed the wall Greg hid behind. In one smooth motion, Greg stepped into the hall and pressed the muzzle to the back of the man’s head.
          “Don’t move,” Greg told him, stopping the man cold, and the look of surprise on the gunman’s face was profound. “And I won’t shoot you. Move a muscle, and your brains are going to be my new decorating scheme.”
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Michele Hart 
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Thursday, November 15, 2012

Anyone Ready To Party?

Welcome, TRR YES Partiers.

I hope you're having a delightful time hopping blogs and websites for prizes and fun.Remember to return to The Romance Reviews to answer their question.

 Any afternoon can use
a pack of giggles.

     Here's my contribution to the Year-End Splash Party, an amorous excerpt from probably my most romantic book, my Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure, Luminous Nights. Here's a nibble of that:

 A 2011 Golden Quill nominee for Best Sci-Fi!
Cop or convict?
How many faces can one man own?

       An assassin wearing a holographic mask and a prison tattoo boards Rachel’s freighter during a prison riot, intent on collecting gadgets capable of changing a man’s identity from the black-market gang who'd stolen them. Rachel’s never sure of Jack's identity nor his goal, but he claims to be an Alliance I-Marshal. Cop or convict? The clues never stop contradicting. She's horrified to find the bright holographic mask conceals the gruesome face of a monster. And the badge doesn’t slow him from murdering people right before her eyes.
       When Rachel learns Jack will trade innocent lives for the digital miracles, she determines to make the mercenary grow a heart.  How could a stone-cold killer kiss her so hotly? How could she kiss such a dangerous deceiver?
       Jack has done years in prison to learn who’d stolen the remaining Gemini ticks, 3-D magic. Nothing will keep him from gaining extreme technology capable of unleashing galaxy-wide chaos. Forget feelings for Rachel. She can’t stop him from killing everyone involved.

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Here's a big romantic bite.
[ This excerpt is rated PG-13, but Jack is rated Rrrrr! ]

Coaxing her with flashes of his potent bedroom eyes, Jack broke the trade seal attesting to confection’s origin and taxed status. His sky-blue vision still hadn’t left her. He peeled away the foil at a slow pace, revealing four squares of dark chocolate made from a recipe responsible for starting bloody wars in the past and trade wars presently. The smell of the cocoa brandy wafted into the air, loosening her grip on her will.

“I still have a few surprises left for you.”

His smile revealed his thrill of possessing something few women could resist. His flashy eyes told her he reveled in teasing her, and Rachel never knew such joy. He was a one-man miracle to make her feel what she felt right now. Goose bumps ravished her just sitting beside him. Or was it the cocoa?

“Tell me,” the too-handsome Imperial Marshal said, seduction lacing his words, and he leaned closer to her. “What would you give me for a square of chocolate?”

Rachel smiled.

“Chocolate.” Spoken slowly, even the word flowed thickly over his tongue. His eyes portrayed rapture. Alone, he was a cauldron of temptation. With chocolate, he was irresistible. He worked to cut a deal. She’d noticed Jack was always negotiating an advantage for himself.

Weakness overcame her, and she laid back on the rug, pretending to expire from just the pleasure of the cocoa aroma. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the air.

He stretched out on the ratty rug beside her, balanced on a bent arm, close enough for her to smell his sandalwood scent mixing with the aroma of cocoa brandy. Rachel’s desire for the confection became a synergetic force acting on her, sparked by just the smell. Or was it his proximity? She didn’t know and was robbed of the care. Chocolate and Jack mixed an intoxicating cocktail.

Fiendish, he waved the square just above her lips, letting its smell seize control of her.

“Mm…” she murmured low, barely spoken, her voice hoarse. “Chocolate.”

Her eyes closed, and the scent of the chocolate, its cream, its cocoa smoothness, its erotica induced a sudden addiction, triggered a craving.

“You sadist.” Her smile was indelible.

Lying on her back, she opened her eyes, unable to suppress the pleasure of his nearness nor desire for the confection and his velvet voice, which now she imagined entwined. She closed her eyes again to cut out all other stimuli but the aroma of the chocolate and Jack, to experience them fully. Tingles cascaded through her body, pleasure and hunger coursing through her veins and settling into the core of her. She’d never felt that before.

“Come on, Rachel, face the sweetness.”

He wagged a square of chocolate centimeters from her lips. The best in Draco, and it was her favorite treat in the galaxy, though she’d only tried it once before and probably not so high a grade, at that. It had turned her to mush then, but she’d not admit that to him.

She reached for the square waved before her, and Jack yanked it away. “Oh, no! There’s a price on this chocolate.”

The smile fell from her face.

“Of course there is. What do you want?”

“A kiss,” he declared, intently watching her reaction.

A kiss? What’s a kiss? He’d kissed her before on her ship, an offer of his bedroom talents in exchange for information. She flushed, remembering that kiss. It had preset her to respond to his every sensual move, notice his walk, want him to stand a step closer.

He’d kissed her again when she’d saved them from Desmonda’s security force. A hot kiss that had almost made her forget he’d blackmailed her, had nearly cost her her life on Desmonda. But each of those kisses had been surprises, and she hadn’t responded to them.

When the aroma of the cocoa brought her back to his offer, it softened her fear of the high-tech mask he wore. The smell of the confection was hypnotic. Relief tickled her, made her thankful he didn’t require her full sexual services for a small piece of chocolate. She wouldn’t have done that, but it was what she’d expected of Jack. She was mildly disappointed to have been wrong.

“It’s a deal.”

When she reached again for the chocolate square he used to taunt her, he again snatched the candy back.

“Not just any kiss. No copping out, commit to it. I want a hot, full-participation kiss of passion and want from you. And your offering is subject to my approval. All or nothing.”

Rachel pursed her lips, a little worried. What would happen to the holographic mask he wore to maintain his golden false identity if they shared another full-contact kiss? If she opened her eyes so close to him, would she see the hideous cracks, the drips of blood on his tattooed face below the nanocomp trick and never want him to touch her again? Testing the mask was a worthy excuse to kiss him, but she was reluctant to see the scarred and horrific face of the killer again. Wasn’t it a research thing?

“Okay, a full-contact kiss, no holds barred.”

“And I get to put my arms around you.”

“Okay. All right, already. A kiss! Don’t write a laundry list of conditions.”

He held the little square out to her. If she took the chocolate, she couldn’t wiggle out of the kiss, assuming she really wanted to get out of her end of the deal. She’d be crazy to wish to escape that fate. He was a fantastic kisser. What was a little kiss anyway after he’d given her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to save her life at the hot springs?

If she allowed him this one deep kiss, would she be able to put a stop to him if he pressed further? What if the chocolate was drugged? Would he do that to her? He’d once said in plain language he wasn’t worth trusting, but she couldn’t believe he’d harm her.

She watched him mash the chocolate square between his finger and thumb. The chocolate clung to his fingertips, shiny and thick, wonderful and melty. The newly released scent of the cocoa brandy floated to her nose again, compromising her strength.

He mashed the chocolate a little more before he brought his thumb to his mouth, and he consumed the glob of alien chocolate on one finger, his little groan of pleasure hammering at her resolve to keep this an impersonal kiss.

She was acutely aware he didn’t want an impersonal kiss.

“You’re a vicious tease, Jack.”

His eyes sparkled in delight.

Slow torture, he sucked the almost black sweetness from his thumb. She wished she was his thumb. Then he broke off another square and dangled it just above her lips.

Rachel closed her eyes and took in the chocolate from his hand, felt it melt and spread in her mouth, seducing her taste buds with the most exquisite cocoa experience, giving her entire body the sensation that she soared through the air on a spiritual lightness. Every cell of her being quickened, hypersensitive and at attention. The sweet taste took over her senses and made her weak. She made the chocolate last as long as possible, enjoying it fully.

She opened her eyes to see Jack above her, the look in his sky vision longing, the flames of the hearth boiling in his eyes. And she wanted him.

Commanding the moment, he slipped a hand into her loosely bundled hair and lowered his lips to hers. The persuasion of dark chocolate on his breath stole her into his kiss. She lost herself in a rush of ecstasy, the fine taste of Eltanin’s best splendid on his tongue, and his delicious weight pressed against her. Her hands went to his bare chest, and she savored the hard feel of him beneath her palms, his hair tickling her.

The soft exploration of his tongue excited her, breaking down her defenses when she’d thought herself spineless already. He made the chocolate taste better. His hand caressed her tresses, and he moaned as though just touching her that way held some ecstatic fortification. She wanted nothing more than for him to keep pressing her to the dirt floor with his big, hard body, insisting on his price. No man had ever kissed her like this. He awakened something long asleep inside her.

Parting from her much too soon, he released her from the chocolate kiss, his hand warm against her neck. She was bewitched by the sizzle of fingers stroking her from below her ear to her collarbone. Her eyes fluttered open to his golden masculine beauty, and her heart sank, aching a bit from his kiss too short. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath ran quick. She wanted him to kiss her again, an unignorable desire building inside her now. She’d forgotten to open her eyes during the kiss to see under the projected mask, but under his spell, she didn’t care. She just wanted him to kiss her again.

His fluid vision swept over her features, hinting he might be feverish seconds away from another arousing kiss when they both heard the faraway song of Davi’s whistle playing the show tune they’d taught him.

Jack had done it, she recognized in quiet defeat. She’d fallen victim to his predatory eyes without much of a fight, his enticing kiss without battle. She’d fallen for all his I-Marshal mind tricks and charisma, and she hated herself for it. And loved herself for it. And hated herself for it.

Now, the arrival of Davi’s people was the moment she needed to reverse all this, take the safety of the planet’s natives out of the cop’s dangerous hands. She needed to snatch a clear mind from the spell of Jack and the chocolate, mingled. Just when they’d taken control of her.

Now Rachel would arrest Jack. And she already knew controlling the I-Marshal was an illusion. She'd never met a slicker manipulator than the one behind the 3-D shape-shifter mask he wore. Despite the fact she'd put cuffs on his wrists, she shuddered in consideration of Jack's next move. He'd already proven, there was little he couldn't control. And his plan to recover dangerous technology would cause the deaths of millions. A few million unimportant natives to save the hundred billion citizens who write his paycheck.

She had to stand up to him. Here was that moment.

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Have an exciting day,

Michele Hart

Friday, November 9, 2012

Welcome, Autumn's Harvest Blog Hoppers!

       Interested in rolling through the autumn leaves with a hero? You've come to the right place! Do I have a hero for you.
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      Where do the mortals fit in the war between the angels and demons? 

One surviving hijacker is charged
with the murders of a hundred citizens.
One cop sees her innocence.

        Alliance I-Marshal Weber hauls Yadira to her home planet and infiltrates the human-trafficking ring controlling her. But he finds himself unbearably attracted to his witness. A gift for detecting deception reveals she’s the next victim of a criminal industry.
         Descending into shadowy worlds of slavery, Yadira endures a dark angel stalking her dreams and watches the quiet I-Marshal become dangerous in her defense. Everything about him moves her…except the memory of seeing him execute the most important man in her life. Shouldn’t she take vengeance? Delusions of a heavenly guardian affect her mind.
        Slavers and demons plan to snatch her from Weber’s custody while he is uncovering connections, and Weber won’t hesitate to execute the guilty surrounding Yadira. Who but a son of fire can save her from fiends harboring hardcore fantasies of harming her?
Reviews I made my mother memorize:
* 5 out of 5 tea cups from Happily Ever After Reviews: “Whether or not you’re a sci-fi fan, you’ll enjoy this stirring romantic adventure.”
* 5 out of 5 stars from Book Binge: “Wow! What a cast of characters!...It will be a rare person indeed who does not find this story to be awesome and one of the Grade A, Top-of-the-Mark books no one should miss.”  
* Beyond 5 stars! from A Journey of Romance: “I declare Vigilant to be another hit in her series. Vigilant is beyond 5 Stars!”

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 [This excerpt is rated PG-13 for action. The story is rated R.]
Hotel Escape

“What if I kissed you before a room of crooks and criminals?”
Goose bumps raced over Yadira’s flesh at contemplation of Weber’s passionate kiss anywhere, in front of anyone, at any time. 
She just didn’t know why he would want to kiss her behind closed doors, as blackened with grievous offense as she was. She wished his sister hadn’t told her he could see guilt. She would’ve wept over the state of her soul, if he hadn’t been in the room.
But Weber was in the room, giving her flights of delight with his enticements and innuendo. She was supernaturally aware of his presence, closeness, and possible actions. His hands kneading hers slowed and stroked each finger, stealing a part of her mind.
“I’m available to fill your needs for the case, Marshal.” Her heart pounded in her chest. “If it keeps me from prison.”
He smiled, pleased with her answer, his olive-green eyes alight in the sexiest way. Could his vision carry the power to blank her thoughts and still her actions? Perhaps it was a gift of the unusual gene the I-Marshals carried that made them special. It was a preposterous thought, but she began to think he was something extra-human. Wasn’t a law enforcement officer who saw guilt more than just a cop?
Were delusions of an angel prowling her subconscious messing with her mind?
She wondered how long Weber’s testimony of their being lovers would stay a lie. A firestorm of attraction raged through them. They sat together on a bed now, his hands intimately massaging hers and relaunching all the heat he commanded. He’d kissed her moments ago, programming her to respond to him. Her thighs were on fire. He stared at her lips now as though they were edible, sending her subliminal hints that he would kiss her a second time. The thought of his mouth on hers again… With this much warning, she had time to lose her breath, anticipate the softness of his lips, want him more with every passing second.
“Yes, Yadira?”
“Have you sent an angel to watch over me?”
A loud bang rocked the room, startling them and breaking the electricity burning the air between them. Her question forgotten, they spun toward the hotel room door to see it had taken a strike to its metal so hard, it dented. She froze in fear.
“Oh, yeah, the Alliance,” the I-Marshal muttered under a sunken brow as though having forgotten some vital information to add to the night. He scrambled from the bed.
A second strike slammed into the security door with great force, denting its surface again. The lock was not yet compromised.
“Move, Yadira! They’ll be through the door in seven more strikes!”
Snapping herself from a terror-induced stasis, she burst from the bed, ran to and fro, looping the bag of clothes around her neck.
“Weber! Did you kill my guard?”
“No. I only kill the guilty. Your guard probably awakened in the room next door about five minutes ago.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her into the shower room. There, he unlatched the small, highly placed window. It was the room’s only outlet for fire escape. Hotel guests were not prisoners.
Except for Yadira. She actually was a prisoner.
“Who’s coming through that door, Weber? And why?”
The window did not open all the way, so he ripped it from the metal frame, and he pulled in a knotted rope already hung outside for their escape.
“Probably, an Alliance SWAT team…or two, maybe some fed guys, a few overexcited locals. They’ll blow the door in a few seconds. The I-Marshals have taken me off the investigation, Yadira, and I’ve decided if they won’t release you from the case, I’m going to hide you from the Alliance. They aren’t happy with my plan.”
Yadira’s head snapped back to the sight and sound of new dents driven loudly into the room’s door. The noise of hovercraft blades warping the air blasted through the window.
He propped the room’s chair against the wall, assisting her climb to the high window.
“We’re on the fifth floor!”
“All you have to do is get out of this room. Take hold of the rope hanging out the window.”
Displeased with her catatonic speed, he snatched her up and put her atop the windowsill, feet first through the open window. She was about to scream bloody murder when she felt a knotted rope between her legs. She grasped it for dear life and leaned out of the building to assess their position.
The chaos was much louder outside the metal-plated room. Sirens shrieked, flashing lights blinded her. She saw the hovercrafts that belonged to the warp of blades she’d heard pivoting all around the hotel, their spotlights aimed on her and watching. How did they all get there so fast?
She turned to Weber behind her in the shower room, and snapped, “Aren’t I already under arrest?”
“Just climb onto the rope, Yadira, trust me.”
It was difficult to trust him when police on PA systems blasted, “Imperial Marshal Weber and Yadira Maxwell! Hold your position! You are surrounded! Do not attempt to escape!”
Trust him? The alternative was surrender.
Looking up the rope secured to the tube railing of the building, and seeing a variety of police uniforms aiming weapons at her, Yadira grasped the rope, put her feet on a knot, and wiggled off the window ledge, clinging to the rope and shaking. The red-and-blue flashing lights blinded her. The hard breeze set off by the hovercrafts whipped her hair across her face, stinging her. The sights and sounds of every law enforcement machine focused on her exit shocked her. She hadn’t known she was this important to the Alliance.
Or maybe capturing a rogue cop was this important. She guessed it was.
Weber climbed out of the window and onto the rope above her, and then he shimmied down to and around her, protecting her from crazy hails of rubber bullets or stunner rays. Cops with Tasers waited below the rope to take custody of them. Cops with stunners awaited atop the building. Cops in hovercrafts surrounding them, weapons sighting them, awaited any dangerous move. She’d never seen so many uniforms in all her life put together.
They’d never let her out of prison for this!
His big boots planted on a big knot in the rope below hers. “Turn on the rope and wrap your arms around me, Yadira!”
She looked around the hurricane they withstood, terrified. Emergency crews assembled below. Spectators were shooed away from witnessing their deaths or horrible mutilations when they hit the ground. Did the cops plan to plant a laser beam in the rope, melting the braid and causing their fall?
“What’s happening, Marshal? Why is all of Reigna’s force sighting us?”
“Ignore them.”
Her mouth dropped. “Ignore them?”
“I should have punched your guard harder. Put your arms around me!”
Surely, they’d fall!
“Trust me!”
She wrapped one arm around his neck, and let go of the rope with her other hand, hooking her arm beneath his to reach her other hand and locking them together. He trapped her against him with the rope, one hand gripping the lifeline above her. Sure she’d next tumble to her death or find herself behind bars, she watched Weber retrieve his palm comp with his free hand and type some numbers with his thumb.
Then Weber let go his grip of the rope, and she experienced the terrifying sensation of falling. It felt like they fell for minutes instead of the second it would have required for them to hit the pavement like melons.
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