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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.

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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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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.

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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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 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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