Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!
St. Patty's Day is a favorite holiday for me
because I'm part Irish,
and I have kissed the blarney stone!
(Psst! Most writers have.)
because I'm part Irish,
and I have kissed the blarney stone!
(Psst! Most writers have.)
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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 flash look at Rachel and Jack
happy together and getting sexy...
happy together and getting sexy...
(This excerpt is rated R for
a sexual situation.)
Reward for a Hero
Reward for a Hero
“Where
did you pitch our tent, Luminous?” Rachel asked Jack, stepping over dew-wet
sticks and leaves toward a light deeper in the moonlit forest.
“Stop
calling me that,” Jack said, tugging her into the tree line.
“Stop
calling you Luminous?”
“Yeah.
Don’t call me that. It's not who I want to be with you.”
“Should
I tell everyone?”
“No,
just you. I don’t want you calling me that.”
It
was progress that he wanted someone to know him beyond his life as a government
assassin.
Beyond
the camp firelight, he led her to a tent beyond the woods’ edge and out of
view. Jack’s camping light was turned on inside. Incense smelling just like the
incense she kept in her quarters smoldered in the air. How did he do that?
He
held the flap open, and she entered, spotting pillows atop their sleeping mats.
She peeled her flight jacket away from her body, and the sudden coolness struck
her.
Jack
swiftly stripped himself down to nothing. Her eyes could go nowhere but to his
hard-toned, toasted flesh and the poetic rhapsody of muscles gliding over his
big frame, tightening, then releasing. Heat traveled through her with the
cresting waves of his sinewy shoulders, eating up the cold.
Her
smile at his golden and beautiful nudity defied taming as she watched him climb
into the covers and drag thick blankets over the mats.
“It’s
getting pretty chilly on this space ball.” Ironic to his unclothed condition.
He dragged his backpack over to the bed. “We need to generate some heat in
here.”
His
smile grew naughty, and his eyes followed her hand pulling the tie from her
hair.
He
went back to digging into his pack. Her breathing altered just knowing what he
could do to her with that fabulously proficient body and his fine imagination.
She stripped herself of clothes and dived into the covers to keep from
freezing. Then she watched him retrieve the gold-foil wrapping of the Eltanin
dark chocolate, and he smiled at her gaze fixed on the shiny package. His first
chocolate kiss had been the most blood-heating kiss of her lifetime. Was the
chocolate addictive? Or was it all Jack?
Sight
of the square brought back physical recall of tasting it on his mouth when he’d
taken it from her breasts. She could smell the cocoa brandy mixing with the
sandalwood incense and his own masculine scent.
“You
say I owe you a kiss,” she said.
“Not
just any kiss. Your hottest kiss from the sexiest part of Hell.”
The
hunter sighting his kill, he eyed her and peeled the gold-foil wrapper too
slowly. She studied his dilatory possession of the chocolate, intentionally
driving her mad wanting to taste the delicacy again. The memory of Jack’s
chocolate kiss caused her now to crave the confection and his kiss, almost like
a drug addict yearns for his demon. It sent a hotter wave through her to smell
the chocolate and him together again.
Then,
suddenly, she didn’t care about the chocolate at all.
Before
he could say his next words, Rachel rushed to his mouth and kissed him with all
the passion he’d inspired in her, every tingle he’d given her, every moan from
last night and this morning. She pushed him down to the mats and indulged in
the taste of him like he’d done her. She pulled away just enough to straddle
his hips, her hair tumbling down into his face, drawing a chuckle from him.
Where
the hell the chocolate went, she didn’t care, but the smell of cocoa and Jack
sailed her to a deeper want of him, robbing her of sense and shyness. She
released all that into her hands, stroking his bare chest, enjoying the texture
of his sun-toasted flesh. He was so big. Registering his height and girth was
automatic, but she hadn’t noticed how big was his ribcage, how wide his
shoulders until she was looking over him, his body in her hands.
Feeling
all of last night’s hunger, she moved down to his mouth again and filled him
with her passionate kiss, drawing a long groan from him. Her head swam with the
stroke of his tongue. His hands moved from caressing her back to stroking the
hourglass of her shape, and need for more of his touch roared through her.
Releasing
him from her kiss, she looked down to him from above. His smile wasn’t dirty
this time but one of pure delight. She felt him swollen between her thighs,
making her ache for him to fill her.
“Wow,”
he commented on her enthusiasm. “What did I do to deserve this?”
As
if he’d forgotten, or that it was nothing, of little import, or something he
did every day without reward.
“You
saved Davi from a brutal attack, Jack. That beast would have killed him.”
“I’m
gonna save that kid’s life every day from now on. I’ve never known you like
this, Rachel.”
He
hadn’t. She’d been defiant and cold to him. He’d been mean and manipulative and
sneaky. It was Jack’s surrender to her of all his overwhelming power in this
rotten situation that had shown her he wasn’t the monster he first looked like.
Now
he was an agent sent from Heaven to help her.
“Get
used to it. Every time you take your clothes off in front of me, I’m going to
make love to you. Call it reward for a hero.”
Jack
tugged the blanket up to her shoulders, and brought her down to him again, and
he filled her mouth with his hot, ravishing kiss. Her hips rocked forward in
reaching him, and she felt his hand tease her, stroking her. She broke from his
kiss to endure the ignition making her hungrier for him.
Then
he put his hands on her hips, and he pushed her down onto him, impaling her,
causing her to throw her head back and rip a shriek from her mouth from the
combustion his entrance gave her. He sat up quickly and his hands covered her
cry. Her eyes popped open, realizing he attempted to keep the children from
hearing their passion.
He
held her there, she in his lap filled with crashing waves of ecstasy. She felt
every inch of him buried in her body, and she shuddered with the rapture of it.
It was all she could do to keep from calling out his name in delirium.
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Michele Hart
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