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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.

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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, February 8, 2013

Heartbreakers at Every Turn.


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I hope you're enjoying the hop today and
finding plenty of heart throbs to entertain you on Valentine's Day.

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Here are some laughs for Val's Day.
Click here for a FREE READ,
my Greek Myth Romantic Fantasy
No Funny Stuff!
*A Mission for the Muse of Comedy.

(You can't miss it if you have a shoe fetish.)


Take it home for an afternoon of chuckles.

I hope you're a-mused.
:-)

Here’s my heartbreaker:

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.
 
Luminous Nights
is a 2011 Golden Quill Contest finalist
for Best Sci-Fi/Futuristic/Fantasy!

Reviews for Luminous Nights:
Nights and Weekends Reviews - “...Set in the future among the stars, Luminous Nights will draw you into a fascinating world that’ll capture your attention with its new technology and a galaxy of planets, native inhabitants, and indigenous creatures to explore. Ms. Hart knows her make-believe world well, and she’s able to bring it to vivid life....The sexual tension between Rachel and Jack nearly drove me up the wall. But the wait was well worth it—and I’ll never be able to look at chocolate in the same way again... Passionate and imaginative, Luminous Nights is an amazing e-book read that you don’t want to pass up—so point, click, and download it today.”

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(This excerpt is rated PG-13 for sexual theme. The story is rated R.)
Who is Jack?

     Dispassionately, Jack said, “Forget it.”
     Appalled, Rachel snapped, “What do you mean forget it? You agreed to help me this morning.”
     “I’m not sure I agreed to anything specific.”
     She wished to kick him, put her hands around his neck and squeeze the life out of him. She’d just asked for his general help this morning, then he’d started drawing on her, and she’d forgotten her mind. He was such a cheater.
     “Don’t you want some walking room? You have to admit, restriction to this library is the pits.”
     “You forget, I’d once existed in a prison cell for five years. I’d rather stay here and drive you mad.”
     She stepped closer to him, but remained outside the electronic cage since his gun was strapped to her leg. “Please, Jack. I need you. Help me or I’ll find a way to leave you on this planet.”
     “I don’t care if you leave me here, Captain. So then I’ll do what I came here to do, kill Quattro and prevent the ticks from bleeding into the Draco system. Live my life out here on this wonderful little space ball.”
     “Oh, no! I'll tell Quattro-”
     “Where to find me? I doubt you’ll do that. Then he’ll hunt me and wipe out the natives. And then I’ll kill all of Quattro’s men. You, on the other hand, will make a cherished slave for the gross little demon. You’re probably the only one he won’t kill. He already sees value in you. Remember how he contemplated you were less fragile than the natives? Stars only know what rough acts he has in mind.”
     Jack had her trapped, and he wallowed in the accomplishment.
     “You snake.”
     Disbelief soured his handsome and pale face. “Do you fantasize no one will die here? There’s no way out of it, Rachel. Someone’s going to die.”
     He was right. Too many people had plans of their own. If each player did as they willed, many would die when only Quattro and his gangsters deserved the lynching for the murders of the natives.
     Rachel drilled her sight into his fake sky-blue eyes. “Good people might die, Jack. I just want to keep the proto-plutonium you forced me to bring to this planet out of Quattro’s hands, which I can do as long as I keep you away from Quattro. Jack, you have to help me.”
     “I do?”
     “Yes. Stop acting like you won’t. So give me your word.”
     “Not without a reward.”
     “Oh, yes. One must pay the mercenary, doesn’t one?”
     “Absolutely. So ask me what I want.”
     She put her forehead in her hand to rub away the worry. No one could accuse her of owning a poker face. “Are you just pissed I took away your control?”
     Stone-faced but for a muscle twitching in a clamped jaw, he pointed to the floor, laying down cardinal rules. “You didn’t take away my control. You're going to find out, I control every thing in this room.”
     Was he blind? Should she hold a mirror for him so he could see the triad collar blinking at his neck, confining him to this room? Didn’t he see his gun strapped to her leg? Didn’t it dawn on him she would make him save the children, no matter what it cost her or him?
     That he didn’t see it shook her confidence.
     “I thought we’d made progress in our relationship last night.”
     “Oh, we did. But not in the fight to recover the Gemini ticks.”
     “What do you want, Luminous, to teach the kids how to hunt?”
     Eyes belonging to a dead cop drew a coldness to their surface. “I want you here sleeping with me tonight and every night.”
     She took a sad breath. “Sex and death. They seem to be running themes for you.”
     Jack shook his head. “Not death, Rachel. What’s between us has much more to do about living than dying. And it only faintly has to do about sex, really.”
     She crossed her arms over her bosom self-consciously while hating him. “What would a killer like you know about life?”
     “Nothing. Not a single thing. I’m a government-programmed machine. You’re going to teach me about life and living, Rachel. You slept somewhere else last night, and I was lost without you. I want you to sleep here. In this room with me. Having sex with me isn’t a part of any deal between us. You’ll have to trust me. That’s my offer in exchange for my help. No negotiations.”
     “This morning you’d been willing to help me without a price.”
     “Now I find I’m unhappy without you.”
     Sleeping alone in the guest room last night had been lonely and cold without him. She hadn’t rested until she’d fallen asleep in his arms beside the fire this morning.
     And his touch had changed her.
     Now she needed his quick mind, supernatural skills, and uncanny luck to keep sick children alive. She needed his finely tuned senses. She needed him to stay warm at night. She didn’t want to need him, but she did.
     “Rachel, you know I won’t harm you. Hurting you is not what I want to do.”
     He was almost believable. He’d saved her life, had bypassed opportunities to molest her nightly. Only this morning had his touch turned intensely sexual, and he hadn’t followed through. After serving years in prison, he’d held himself in check to show her he did care for her feelings. His control was inhuman.
     “Do you remember the chocolate, Rachel?” he asked her, his momentary anger gone and now beguiling her with the memory. Shadows danced at the fire’s prompt.
     The urge to kiss him in chocolate again surged through her at his mere mention of the candy. He knew it would. The confection on his lips had made her swim with need for his closer contact. It made her weak on mention of it. He’d used alien chocolate as a weapon against her.
     “I remember.” She loathed the admission, but loved the memory. “But hypnotic chocolate can’t make me trust you, Jack. You are the most untrustworthy person I have ever known.”
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Michele Hart 

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Wishing You Happiness and Success in 2013!

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Happy 2013!
I wish you all excellent and joyous new years!

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the new year with laughs. 

Click here for a FREE READ,
my Greek Myth Romantic Fantasy
No Funny Stuff!
*A Mission for the Muse of Comedy.
(You can't miss it if you have a shoe fetish.)


Take it home
for an afternoon of chuckles.


I hope you're a-mused.
:-)


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.

Here. Watch a book trailer:

 


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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