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No Funny Stuff!
*A Mission for the Muse of Comedy.
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I have a New Year's confession: I dig sneaky men.
Not the bad kind of guy who does shameful things,
but good men who cannot be stopped,
who find unconventional ways
to get the job done under battle conditions.
(That's one of the reasons why I love my dear heart. He's a journalist.
And he cannot be deterred, side-tracked, or distracted when he's onto something.
That kind of doggedness is a hero trait. Thanks, honey, for being my hero.)

Let's talk about Danny, the devious hero of
GANGBUSTERS
my Angels and Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure.
Coming from a rough background as a teen-aged gangland hit man,
he's sneaky to begin with and capable of anything.

Then the government gives him an invisible suit.
What would YOU do with an invisible suit?
A very specific kind of cop now,
Danny still exercises a love of torture,
usually on the demons he hunts and destroys.
But tonight he'll torment his overly gutsy heroine, Faith.
With his sexiness. (Biting my knuckle.)

     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.

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This is the first time Faith meets up with Danny, sort of:

 [ This excerpt is rated PG-13. The story is rated R. ]

          Wrapped in her bathrobe and feeling silly for taking a gun with her for a bath, Faith came from the shower room to find all the lights out in her home. She was sure she’d left at least some of the lights on. The only visible thing was a red read-out of the clock mounted on the wall.

          “Bedroom lights on,” she told the computer system that operated the rented home. The room lit up, and she discovered the furniture rearranged.

          There was no imagining this. She held her gun up for business. If someone were there to hurt her, why did he wait to do it?

          “This sooo isn’t funny,” she said to her unseen tormentor, not expecting an answer.

          She heard a deep masculine chuckle in the room with her. Then a resonant, seemingly disembodied voice said to her, “It’s funnier on my end, I know. The surprised expression on your face is priceless.”

          A shiver swept through her. Her trigger finger itched. “Who’s here?”

          “Who I am is less important than my mission. I’ve been sent to kill you, Faith.” It was a smooth baritone voice with a particular unnamable element that moved through her like a hot wind.

          She turned the gun toward the voice and pulled the trigger, only to hear and feel the click of an unloaded gun. She heard him laugh again.

          “Kitty has claws.” His voice sounded sinister. “I couldn’t leave you ammo.”

          Dumping the gun, she scrambled to her side table where she picked up the lamp, pulled it free from its power source, and she brandished it as a weapon. Her sight swept the room for some hint of his position. She couldn’t see him in the two mirrors in the room.

          “You better believe I have claws, buddy. If you’re planning to rape me, you’ll get the roughest time you’ve ever had.”

          “I’ll take your warning. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

          Her brow crashed into her vision. Going somewhere with an invisible man? She was better off remaining on her turf than submitting to his. “I’m fine with getting dressed, but I’m not going anywhere with you if you won’t show your face. If you plan to rape and kill me, let’s get it over with right here.”

          “I’m not a rapist.”

          “No, you’re a killer. You told me you’ve been sent to kill me.”

          She scanned the small room for a better weapon. There were knives in the kitchen. Could she get him to move this debate into the kitchen? She left her cell phone by the computer keyboard. Attempted murder was a great reason to call the cops.

          “I’m going to make you disappear, Faith.”

          The lamp was yanked from her grasp, and, before she had a moment to respond, he had her wrist hand-cuffed to the headboard of the bed. She didn’t have a split-second to fight back. He moved faster than her tired brain operated.

          “Instead of killing you,” the voice, now beside her, said, “I’m going to relocate you.”

          The drawers of her dresser slid out, and clothes flew from them onto the floor.

          “Mmm,” she heard, as she watched her lingerie held up for inspection. His choice sailed onto the bed. A favorite blue blouse hung in mid-air for a second, and he said, “Hmm, yeah.”

          Then the blouse landed in her lap. A pair of black jeans soon followed.

          “I’m not leaving, and you and your people can’t scare me away!”

          “It doesn’t frighten you, Faith…that I’ve entered your home and taken possession of you?”

          “N—No.”

          “It should.”

          She was terrified, and hoped the shaking didn’t show.

          His voice, closing in on her again but from a different direction, echoed through the old steel-frame cottage, further disheveling her. “I could easily overcome you, Faith.”

          “N—No, I’m not a child quickly frightened away. I have a decade in martial arts, and I could kick your ass!” Unable to see his expression, she couldn’t gauge if the ridiculous promise of a hard defense affected him. Maybe he was a small man, and she had a chance against him.

          “What kind of martial arts?” his deep velvet voice asked.

          “Onterie! The most deadly of the martial arts! And I have a black belt! How about that!”

          “Onterie doesn’t give out belts. I doubt you’ve spent an hour in an Onterie class. People who master Onterie don’t talk about it.”

          The breath fled her lungs. “I’m still not scared!”

          “Then you’re stupider than you look or write. I’ve read some of your stories, and you sounded much smarter than this. You’re also a rotten liar, Faith. Remember that so you don’t get into more trouble. Get dressed.”

          A pair of boots came flying toward her from her closet, missing her by centimeters.

          She grew more angry by the minute that she’d be forced to leave. “Don’t call me Faith! You don’t know me!”

          A splash of papers came from nowhere and landed on the bed next to her. She picked them up and thumbed through report after report of her, information from family connections to her library loans.

          “Your full name is Victoria Faith Vedder. You switched from Vicky to Faith at age seven when there were too many Vickies in school. Your favorite food is kung pao chicken, spicy. Your favorite drink is gold-label vodka with a splash of orange juice. For good health, you always say. Your favorite color is black, like your coffee and comedy. Extremist, Faith?"
     She scowled a reply.
     "A solid B student, you’d served on your college yearbook staff, and you’d added your name to the rosters of nearly every team that played for the school. As a joke. Funny.”

          She heard the smile in his voice. She hadn’t known that last one had been caught and documented for the society-shaking crime it had been. It was probably a good idea not to go back for a reunion.

          Miffed he knew so much of her, she gathered the spilled papers, her best tough-girl scowl on her face. The letterhead on every page had been ripped off.

          “You hadn’t given up your chastity until college when you met a bad boy named Mako. He was not worth it.”

          Now her intruder was frowning. She could sense it like a wave washing over her. His growl of disappointment deepened his voice, making him sound...very sexy. Shameful that it would occur to her about her invisible kidnapper in this risky moment.
     How could anyone learn so much about her? Did he have a record naming every man she’d slept with?
     She should probably get a copy of that.

          “And you’re behind on your credit payment.”

          “Not much!” It was the designer dress for her Pulitzer acceptance ceremony. She could’ve used the money for something more important, but…it was the most beautiful dress in the worlds. They’ll love her wearing it in the homeless shelter, if this story didn’t work out.

          “You’re leaving, whether you’re cooperative or not. I guarantee you I’m big enough to take you without your approval.”

          He probably was pretty big with a voice that deep. That eliminated any foolhardy hope of overcoming him physically. He was too quick—and invisible—for a surprise attack.

          Umm… He smelled like brandy. It sent a shock-wave of stimulation through her.
     "Get dressed, Faith. Right now."

***

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Michele Hart

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Drop your name and e-mail address into the comment section of this blog
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and you’ll have 230 entries into the grand prize drawings.

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Now I get to play Santa and give away something.

Click here for a FREE READ,
my Greek Myth Romantic Fantasy
No Funny Stuff!
*A Mission for the Muse of Comedy.
Take it home with you
for an afternoon of laughs.

Instead of giving you an excerpt, I thought I’d do something different and just as fun. I found an old interview with Danny, the handsome and devilish hero of my Angels and Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure, GANGBUSTERS.

Gangbusters - Book 3 of I-Marshal Stories

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.

Watch GANGBUSTERS’s book trailer:

 

Enjoy
Interview with a Demon Slayer: Danny of GANGBUSTERS

DEMONSEED DAILY: Thank you, readers, for stopping by. Today, I have I-Marshal Daniel Tierney in the hot seat. I should say, the Scorch Seat! Danny’s the hero of GANGBUSTERS, the sizzling, gritty, high-action Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure by Michele Hart. I understand GANGBUSTERS is the third installment of the I-MARSHAL STORIES series, tales of futuristic demon hunters and fallen angels at war.

DANNY: Yes. Angels, demons, lasers. GANGBUSTERS has secret technology, demonic possession, microchips, fistfights, teleportation, unholy resurrection, forbidden passion, assassination, doomed missions, daredevil antics, a battle for love against a Hell-spawned horde. Just everyday, on-the-job issues for a demon slayer.

DEMONSEED DAILY: I had the chance to speak with Faith, your heroine, and she told me to tease you as much as possible in payback for what you’d done to her the first night you’d met.

DANNY: (He chuckles uncomfortably.) She knows I love to torture demons, so she loves to torture me. She shouldn’t have told you any part of our first night since she’s aware secret technology was involved. I think she just wants a little spanking when I get home. Hint, hint to Faith, if you’re “listening”.

DEMONSEED DAILY: All right, let’s skip that part. Faith says you were angry all the time.

DANNY: I was. I fell for her on the job, anathema in my profession. Undercover cops can’t become emotionally involved with witnesses. We sure can’t fall for reporters seeking to bust our covers. That’s what she wanted to do the first night we met. And the second night we met. I just wanted to put her in the sheets of her bed and rock her world. Not being able to do so made me angry. I wanted to take her off the case, but every moment, she became more valuable. It’s not a good place for a man to be, watching the woman he cares for step into more and more danger. I knew the gangsters around her, and the monsters they really were. I was angry the woman I wanted would stir that pit of vipers. There was no stopping her. She’d wanted a Pulitzer. If not for my intervention, this story would’ve given her an ugly trip to an unmarked grave...about page ten. You can’t write a Pulitzer-worthy story beneath two meters of dirt.

DEMONSEED DAILY: (This journalist tugs at her collar.) No. No, you can’t. Faith had said you lost your mind when the criminal kingpin of your world kissed her hand.

DANNY: Metaphor. Lost my mind...cut the demon’s wings off, plugged all its goons, set the building afire.  Again, metaphors. Kicked that demon’s ass all over the mortal realm, dragged the monster to Hell, casted its filthy carcass into the bottomless pit. Dissolved its immortal spirit in the molten floes of the Abyss. Just metaphors. Theories, unprovable allegations. One couldn’t prove what really happened since there was no witness or evidence to the acts. Because I may or may not have been visible.

DEMONSEED DAILY: (This journalist's mouth went dry, and she took a gulp of water from a nearby bottle.) Faith said she didn’t believe in demons until she met you.

DANNY: She gives me too much credit. Faith was already bellybutton-deep in smoke-snorting fiends when I was contracted to kill her. She just likes to fantasize I put demons in her life. Faith, if you’re reading this, don’t forget how you got demon-slimed. I was light-years away when that happened, and you were the one who’d given a scumbag demon directions to our hide-out. Just pointing that out to aid your memory, baby. She loves it when I call her baby.

DEMONSEED DAILY: (This journalist considers Danny’s lively gray eyes, his salt-and-pepper hair, and his big, genetically gifted physique wrapped in speed-racing leathers.) I...don’t think I’d mind if you called me baby, either. Faith tells us the I-Marshals have a new weapon in the destruction of demons. Can you tell us about it?

DANNY: No. I can’t. Faith, we’ll be playing The Arrest Game tonight and having a long talk about what Alliance tech we’ll reveal to the public.

DEMONSEED DAILY: Faith tells us the I-Marshals possess invisible super-soldier suits, demon pistols, interstellar teleportation, healers, telekinetics, time wizards, dream walkers, other paranormal practitioners.

Danny retrieved his palm computer from his pocket and typed a text message.  A few seconds of ominous silence followed. A beep sounded from his palm comp, and Danny showed the DEMONSEED DAILY reporter a text message.

DANNY: Faith would like to rescind permission for you to use information given in her interview.

DEMONSEED DAILY: (This journalist shuffles her paperwork, perplexed.) Well, then...okay... Danny, what would you like to tell us about GANGBUSTERS?

DANNY: My team hunts down villains producing a drug that will open the entire galactic sector to boundless crime. How? It masks direct guilt detection by the fMRI lie-detection machines used by all Alliance law enforcement agencies. Without direct guilt detection, criminals walk free. Atop that, we learn a demon with a particular hatred for my team has discovered a way to come back from my destruction of him. Despite repeated slayings, Freak, a nasty spirit of obsession, returns on a mission to kill the gangbusters and take our women. Freak’s plans to sell that life-after-destruction process to the hordes of Hell sends us all—angels, demons, mortals—to violent confrontations. Resurrection sucks when the bad guys have it. It’s even worse when the biggest monster you ever knew wields emotional power over your woman.

DEMONSEED DAILY: That sounds perilous.

DANNY: Too perilous. We’d never intended to put Faith at so much risk. It almost cost her all. I’m very lucky to have her. No mortal should be forced to live a minute with the flames of Hell in her veins. You gotta read what happened.

DEMONSEED DAILY: I think I do! Give us a little tease for the other I-MARSHAL STORIES.

DANNY: (He rubs his strong, square jaw sprinkled with days-old stubble.) Let’s see... I’m not great at teasing.

DEMONSEED DAILY: Faith said you bring down demons as big as and half again your size, but you fall like monsoon rains for the slightest tease. She says it’s a weakness of yours.

DANNY: (He scowls.) Faith is an unreliable witness and bad at details!

DEMONSEED DAILY: She’s a trained investigative journalist.

DANNY: Faith is a very bad girl who is earning a bigger spanking with every passing minute of this interview. I-Marshal Stories teases... 

LUMINOUS NIGHTS is about a lonely freighter captain traveling deep space who encounters a prison escapee claiming to be a famous—and dead—I-Marshal. But he’s really an avenging angel on a mass-murder mission, recovering stolen secret technology from the hands of the black market. Beware the chocolate scenes. A couple of reviewers said they’d never forget them.

VIGILANT is the story of a desperate young woman caught in a human-trafficking ring and the I-Marshal guarding her and watching a demon plan to savage her in a feast of revenge.

How about those teases? Tons of action in and out of steamy sheets. Thanks for the chance to chat about our story. It’s time for me to go.

DEMONSEED DAILY: Rushing off to slay demons?

DANNY: Rushing home to spank Faith. She’s asked for it and knows it’s coming. It was her motive and goal. She just wants my hands on her naked bottom, and I’ll be damned if I’ll disappoint her.

DEMONSEED DAILY: You aren’t angry with her, are you?

DANNY: Angry at Faith? Never. I almost lost her to the demon hordes. I’ll never waste our time being angry at her. I’m lucky to hold a woman brave enough to love a demon slayer. Besides, I know she’s my punishment for a life of sin. (He smiles slyly.) Have an action-packed day, everyone.

***
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Ladies and gentlemen,
have a wonderful holiday season.

Read and live an adventure.

Michele Hart

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