~~~ Walk Another World ~~~

Love Under All-New Moons & Stars!

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Paranormal/Sci-Fi/Fantasy
Romance Author

Michele Hart
Seeks
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, March 15, 2013

Welcome, Lucky in Love Blog Hoppers!


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.)




Does everyone know how to play this blog hop?
Drop your name and e-mail address

into the comment section of this blog
and you’re eligible to win one of these Big Grand Prizes!

Drop your name and e-mail address in all 200+ blogs,
and you’ll have 200+ entries
into the grand prize drawings.



1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks,
ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats,
magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!


For extra fun, I'll draw a name from the comments
and give away
an ebook copy of
my Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure GANGBUSTERS.

(Learn about GANGBUSTERS here!)



Now, for a couple who's Lucky in Love. And adventure! 


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...
(This excerpt is rated R for a sexual situation.)
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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Have a sexy St. Patrick's Day,

Michele Hart 

Wishing you the luck of the Irish!

25 comments:

Paranormal Dream Writer said...

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wpogrant said...

Thanks for participating in the hop.
wendy_pogrant@yahoo.com

Carla said...

I don't know that luck has any bearing on having a successful relationship. It's a whole lot of work. I married my high school sweetheart right out of high school. We have been married for 17 years.
planterofhope at aol dot com

miki said...

i have read your book so i'm not entering your part of the giveaway ( more luck for the others;) )

thank you for your participation in this hop
happy St Patrick's day

isabelle(dot)frisch(at)gmail(dot)com

Kirsty said...

Thanks for the hop!
My e-mail is strwberrysuprise@hotmail.com
strwberrysuprise[at]hotmail[dot]com

laurie said...



Thanks for participating in the hop.

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susanmp said...

I had to get Luminous Nights!! It looked too too good to put on wishlist so it is in my TBR pile now. Happy St Patrick's day!

susanmplatt AT hotmail DOT com

Nay Nay said...

My favorite thing about St. Patrick's Day is McDonald's Shamrock Shakes. This is the only time of the year you can get them and I have to get a couple of them even though I am lactose intolerant. :)
Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win. <^_^>
reneebennett35 (at) yahoo (dot) com

Natasha said...

Thanks for the chance to win!
Happy St.Patrick's Day!
natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

Veronika said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Mary Frances Roya said...

I love sci fi and shape shifters of all kinds.

Thanks for being in the Happy St. Patrick’s Day blog hop.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, ya’ll!
Keep writing so I can keep reading.
roya-clan@sbcglobal.net

Ashley Applebee said...

Thanks for the great giveaway and for joining the hop!!!!
Ashley A
ash_app(at)hotmail(dot)com

KaryRN said...

Thank you for the giveaway!
Love your blog!!

Thanks

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KaryRN said...

Thank you for giveaway! Love your blog!

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Ellen Thompson said...

Thanks for the great giveaway and excerp! I am hoping to be lucky in love someday.
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bn100 said...

Nice excerpt. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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VampedChik said...

Great excerpt! Thanks for sharing!
-Amber
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Kat said...

Thanks for the great contest.
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Krysta B. said...

Thanks for the chance to win. Happy Saint Patty’s Day!

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strawberryrose said...

Love the green writing. Very easy on the eyes. Happy St Paddy's Day.

Judy P
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Tamara Hoffa said...

Tamara Hoffa
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vicjbr said...

I am lucky in love mrsbrinius@comcast.net thanks!

Daniel M said...

liked the excerpt thanks for the hop - regnod(at)yahoo(d0t)com

Beth said...

Love the sound of the book you are giving away. Sci-fi was my first reading love long before romance or paranormal. Love it even more when I can get it all in one read. :)

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Meghan said...

What a great giveaway hop! I have yet to be lucky in love but I'm working on it. My favorite love book is "Outlander" by Diana Gabaldon. Jamie Fraser is amazing and beautiful. I enjoy St. Patty's Day and this year I'm spending it with my best friend. We're going to two Irish Pubs and also some dance clubs. I am also wearing green and am not a fan of getting pinched. I'm not Irish either, but many people think I am because my hair is red, my eyes green and my name is Meghan, but I'm not at all. I won't be telling anybody that, however… let them believe I'm Irish.
Thanks for the giveaway!

mestith at gmail dot com