Monday, October 24, 2016

Captured in Pleasure is out!

Captured in Pleasure Rescue Ranch: The Next Generation 2
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When Joan Hutton hands over vital, terrorist information to the FBI, she is thrust into the witness protection program. They change her name to Erika Channing and send her to live on Rescue Ranch in Pleasure, TN under the watchful eyes of a couple of seriously hot cowboys. The last thing she wants is a man, let alone two, but Lyle Walker and Riker Miles are determined to change her mind. Former Army Rangers Lyle and Riker had all but given up on finding the perfect woman to share until Erika came to town. Now they’re hooked, falling fast, and making it their mission to capture Erika with all the pleasure they can give her. But, when her secret gets out and her past comes after her, it will take their skills as ETDF agents to protect the woman they love.
Story Excerpt:
“We will get the leader and your boyfriend.” Adam Cooper’s tone made his words more fact than statement.
“Please don’t call him that.”
Howard may have been her boyfriend, but the mere mention of his name now made her skin crawl.
“My apologies, but we will get them.”
“And, until you do? I’m not going to be safe anywhere am I?”
She’d known the instant she’d gone to the FBI with the information she’d gathered in Howard’s house and overheard on the phone when he’d thought she’d been sleeping that he would know it was her who had turned him into the feds. She’d known he would come after her. It was the reason she hadn’t given the FBI one morsel of the information until she’d gotten Adam to agree to put her in a safe place. That was how she’d ended up here, in this hotel room without any contact with the outside world beyond the FBI for more than a week.
“I’m prepared to offer you protection for as long as it is necessary. I have a U.S. Marshal who is ready to take you into the witness protection program. As distasteful as it is for me to say, the fact that you don’t have any family will help.”
She didn’t. Her father had died of cancer over a decade ago, and her mother had been killed in a car accident barely three years later. She had friends, though, and a career she’d worked so hard to build.
“You will be relocated, given a new identity, and set up to make a fresh start with your life if you’re willing.”
Joan’s head spun. He was offering to send her into hiding, but in a way that she could do so and still be a part of the outside world. The thought of leaving everything behind made a lump form in her throat, but she didn’t doubt, if she stayed, she wouldn’t be alive much longer once the FBI stopped protecting her.
Her vision blurred as images of her coworkers at the accounting firm flashed through her mind, as she heard Angela’s laughter in her head, and as she mentally cataloged everything else she would miss, potentially for the rest of her life.
“Did the U.S. Marshal tell you what my new name will be?”
Adam pulled his cell phone from the front pocket of his slacks, slid his thumb over the screen, and met her gaze. “Erika Channing.”
“That’s not so bad.” She actually liked it better than Joan. “And where will I be taken?”
“You will be relocated to a ranch on the outskirts of a small town called Pleasure, Tennessee.”
Joan blinked at him. “A ranch?”
Adam’s lips twitched. “They call it Rescue Ranch. It has a long history, but the important part is there are men living on that ranch who are operatives with the ETDF, an elite terrorist defense group that works independently of government protocol to fight terrorism in ways sanctioned agencies such as the FBI can’t. You will be fully protected at all times on that ranch.”
In other words, she would be under twenty-four-hour guard. She didn’t know how to feel about that but supposed it didn’t matter. She didn’t have a choice.
“Marshal Gatewood will give you the specific details when he arrives.” Adam checked his wristwatch. “I’m expecting him any minute. He’ll have a file for you to study, things for you to remember about your new identity that will answer any questions you might get about your past. Joan will no longer exist. You’ll need to memorize everything about Erika Channing to the point that you truly become her. You’ll be provided with room and board at the ranch, a car for you to get around, a new wardrobe to help you blend in.”
Joan glanced down at the pale blue cashmere blouse she was wearing tucked into a pair of black slacks. “Let me guess, plaid button-down shirts, worn blue jeans, and cowgirl boots.”
Adam nodded. “Mostly likely, yes. You’ll need to change your hair color, too.”
Joan sighed at that. It would be an easy fix, but one she really didn’t want to do. She was a natural brunette, but she’d been dying it blonde since she was fifteen. She and Angela had gone through many debates about her hair, Angela always insisting she should let the color go natural, while she always insisted she looked far better as a blonde.
“I don’t have any family to worry about, but what about my coworkers, my friends? How do you know Howard or any of the other members of the cell you didn’t get won’t go after one of them to get to me?”
“We don’t, but I believe it’s a slim chance, especially since you haven’t been seen with any of them for more than a week already. That’s why you can’t contact anyone. I’ve sent agents into Howard’s home for some of your things—clothes, shoes, makeup, et cetera—to make it look like you packed in a rush.”
“To make it look like I’m on the run.”
“It would’ve been better if we could’ve staged your death, but this will have to work. They will come looking for you, but they won’t find you. You will be safe on Rescue Ranch.”
Joan startled when a knock sounded at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as Adam opened the door and invited a tall man dressed in a dark suit and tie into the room. U.S. Marshal Clive Gatewood, presumably. This was it. It was time to say goodbye to Joan Hutton and hello to Erika Channing, possibly for the rest of her life.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Heroes of Silver Island are back!

Safe and Assigned to Ecstasy (MFM)

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At her best friend’s urging, Jennifer Moss takes a vacation to ménage-inhabited Silver Island. She’s not looking for a man, let alone two, but the instant attraction she feels for Alec is off the charts. When Adam shows up, all her old desires resurface for him, too.

Battling amnesia, retired FBI Agent Alec McIntyre knows he shouldn’t get involved with Jennifer, but the smart, sexy, and beautiful woman gives him an escape from the dark thoughts and empty spots he can’t remember. But an enemy from his past is determined to see that doesn’t last long.

Two years ago, Jennifer awakened a desire in FBI team leader Adam Cooper he can’t control. He’s kept his distance, but that option is about to be taken away. A ruthless kingpin has targeted Alec, Jennifer is vacationing on Silver Island, and Adam is about to find himself smack in the middle of an assignment that will change all of their lives.


“Abbreviations don’t usually count for words in Scrabble.”
“I’m not taking score here, but you might want to. I’ll give you another one. I’ll put an ‘s’ after the ‘i’ this time. IS.”
IS—Investigative Specialist. According to the information Alec had uncovered on FBI special agent Cameron Stone, the man was considered to be one of the best investigative specialists in the bureau.
Stone’s gaze slid sideways to Malis who had shifted slightly, the semiautomatic still in his hand now aimed directly at Stone’s head. Alec hadn’t revealed the information he’d discovered to his men. He hadn’t seen the need. They would follow his orders without question or explanation when the time came.
“At least you spelled a word,” Stone said, turning his attention back to Alec. “I would think with all the tiles you’ve got you could come up with something better.”
“I take it that one isn’t good enough for you. Then how about I play off of the other ‘i’? Do you like FBI better?”
Nothing. No jolt, no blink, not even a slight change to Stone’s facial expression. The agent was good. Alec would give him that. If the fucker hadn’t been a Fed, Alec might would have even considered recruiting him for the cartel. He could’ve used a man so experienced in keeping his inner emotions in check.
“At least it’s an accepted acronym in the rule book.”
“Perhaps in Scrabble, but not in my rule book or that of my business, Agent Stone.” The man still didn’t flinch, but something finally flickered through his eyes. His cover had been blown. He knew that now and had to be wondering how. “I’ll answer your question for you since you can’t seem to find your tongue again. There were cameras in the dining room of the restaurant last night. The name you gave me, Curt Sawyer, he would have been a man I would have liked to have as a partner. But the face that came with that name didn’t check out so well.”
“So what now?”
What now indeed. “Today is your lucky day.”
“How so?”
Alec flicked a pointed look toward Malis. “I’m not going to give my man over there the signal to pump you full of holes.”
“Why not?” Stone’s voice remained conversational as if they were talking about the color of the paint on the cottage’s walls rather than the impending end to his life.
“It would be stupid of me don’t you think? At least before I find out everything you know, everything you’ve shared with your buddies at the bureau.”
That wouldn’t happen here, on this yacht. It was too risky. Sticking around longer than necessary at the marina was too risky.
“You should know an agent never reveals his information or his sources.”
Alec felt his lips unfold in a grin that he felt confident likely chilled Stone’s blood to his toes. “Oh, you will before I’m through with you.”
Stone wouldn’t easily give up the information. A man like him would be trained to deal with the hardships of capture, taught to survive fear, and coached on how to keep it together in the face of extreme torture. Alec would wait until they set sea back to Cambodia, back to the compound on the cartel’s home turf to begin and see just how well trained FBI special agent Cameron Stone was after all.
“I’ve got a word for you,” Stone told him calmly. “I’ll play off the ‘t.’ McIntyre.”
Alec dropped his gaze to the glass in his hands, spun it in slow circles, and watched the brown liquid splash against the side. Could he have been wrong about Stone all along? Was the agent really cracking already?
“Would that be a source? Are you giving in so easily?”
“That would be the name of a fellow agent, one who is currently listed with the bureau as MIA.”
“What would I want with that information? If he’s missing, he’s no asset to me.”
“That access to the facial recognition program you’ve got. Have you ever bothered to run it on yourself?”
Why in hell would he do that? He knew who he was. He was Alec Veansa, loyal only to Boran Roumduol, a man who had nurtured and pulled him back from certain death after Alec had been heinously tortured under the command of Veng Kim Phay. Phay was the one who was dead now, a satisfying result of a joint operation between the FBI, DEA, US Navy SEALs, and Thai and Cambodian officials nearly two years ago that had all but destroyed the cartel. All but destroyed it because Roumduol had stepped in, rebuilt the cartel, and was making it even larger and more powerful than before…with Alec’s help.
Except the one thing Stone couldn’t know, the one thing Alec had confided only to Roumduol was that he couldn’t remember a single thing of his life before the torture he’d endured. No matter how hard he tried to think back, the start of his memories began with pain. Unspeakable, horrible pain. He’d been certain he would die and had come to terms with it the few scant times he’d managed to think through the agony. He didn’t remember the things that had been done to him. He only remembered the darkness, the insanity in his head, and the suffering that wouldn’t end.
Until Roumduol had come for him.
“You should try it sometime. You might be surprised by the results.”
“What’s he talking about, boss?” Kesor took a single step closer to the sofa and stopped in his tracks when Alec shot him a cold, hard look.
“Damn if I know.” Stone was grasping at straws, but damn if Alec didn’t feel unnerved by the way the man was studying him now.
Stone turned to his right, the movement causing both of Alec’s men to jerk their weapons in warning, and placed his glass on the table at the end of the sofa. He nodded slowly as he turned his attention back to Alec. “Yes, I’m an agent with the FBI.” He paused and Alec saw the man’s muscles stiffen as if he were readying his body to strike. But it was his next words that delivered a blow harder than his fist could have. “And so are you.”

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Now available for pre-order

The Heroes of Silver Island, Volume 1 (MFM)

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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, August 16th
Box Set #47: The Heroes of Silver Island, Volume 1 (All 4 books for $3.99)

In Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy, senator’s daughter Lara Hampton’s latest venture brings her to Silver Island and reunites her with two SEALs who rescued her and left her wanting much more than mouth to mouth. Brandon “Ace” McCormick knows it’s time to make a move, but his best friend wants her, too. When a stalker chasing Lara makes it onto the island, both men have to protect her or sharing won’t be an option.

In Safe and Coasting with Ecstasy, the only things Kimberly Bevel needs to complete her paradise are two sexy hunks. She finds what she wants in Coast Guard Petty Officers Emmett and Charlie Doyle, even if the two brothers don’t want to share. Both brothers can’t live without her, and they go head-to-head to win her over while Kimberly looks for a way to keep them both. But when she becomes the target of a madman, she may need Emmett and Charlie to do more than keep her bed warm at night.

In Safe and Burning with Ecstasy, Delilah Faith Cassidy flees Chicago after someone burns everything she owns, boarding a ship to Silver Island. She meets Blaze and Kalvin, best friends since fire academy who moved to Silver Island to find the special woman they can share forever. But the flame that ignites between them isn’t the only one burning on the island as the trouble from Chicago pursues Delilah. Blaze and Kalvin have to trust their hearts, ignore their suspicions, and find out who is after Delilah before they lose her forever.

In Safe and Deputized with Ecstasy, FBI agent Alexandria Sykes returns to Silver after five years to catch a killer, which means collaborating with Rhett and Drake, the two men she left behind. Rhett wants her back from the moment he sees her again, but Drake is more hesitant to start over. When the killer targets Alexandria as his next victim, saving her becomes more important than guarding their hearts.

Story excerpt from Safe and SEALed with Ecstasy:


Yikes! She didn’t need to look to know who’d just called out her name. Now what? She couldn’t ignore John. Not that she wanted to ignore him anyway. Except, she should. She should absolutely, positively pretend she didn’t know him from the man in the moon. She should walk away, quick, and act like she hadn’t heard him. Shouldn’t she? On the other hand, he wasn’t a SEAL anymore. That meant associating with him, getting hot and sweaty between the sheets with him, wouldn’t label her a SEAL groupie. But who said he wanted to get hot and heavy between the sheets with her? The man had merely said her name, for crying out loud.

Oh, for Pete’s sake, Lara, you’re thinking yourself right through the door of confusions-r-us.

She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and turned. The smile she hadn’t yet allowed to waver was still plastered on her lips. Good thing, too, because he was headed her way and, the closer he got, the more her jaw wanted to drop. Holy hormones, the John Cabelly who’d visited her dreams had been the man clad in full battle fatigues with streaks of war paint on his face and barely visible in the darkness. By the light of day, the John Cabelly walking toward her now looked ten times more dangerous, more forceful and, God help her, more appealing than ever.

The deep breath she had taken a nanosecond before she’d turned stuck in her throat as her gaze took it upon itself to do a leisurely glide down his front. His khaki button-down shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, delineating every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and abs, and making her head spin. The shirt was tucked into a pair of khaki cargo shorts secured to his waist by a gun belt and riding low on his trim hips. Despite the bagginess of their design, his shorts failed to conceal what was obviously one very impressive male package between his strong-looking legs.

Lara’s girly parts went haywire as her focus slammed into his black ankle boots and did a gradual climb back up. Wetness pooled between her feminine lips, threatening to soak the cotton lining of her panties. Her nipples beaded to hardened points inside the lacy cups of her bra. Lust zinged off every erogenous zone in her body as her gaze finally settled on his face. Dark sunglasses covered eyes she remembered being a potent light blue. Thin lips curved into a drool-worthy smile that rocked her to her toes. Sweat she knew had absolutely nothing to do with the growing temperature of the summer morning and everything to do with the intense heat of this supremely hunky male gathered between her breasts and trickled down her abdomen as she finally expelled the breath that had lodged in her throat.

“John Cabelly.” He extended a hand in greeting. “Island sheriff.”

Lara took his hand, forgetting to brace for the contact, and nearly melted at his feet. Long callused fingers closed around her hand. She stared at her reflection in the lenses of his sunglasses as her head swam. That simple, casual touch made her dizzy, intoxicated, as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire.

“Lara Hampton.” Relief collided with the yearning in her system when her voice came out steady and normal rather than trembling and breathy, which was exactly how she felt. “But, you already know that.” And she’d already known his name. Did he think she didn’t recognize him?

His smile stretched wider. “Yeah, I do. Kenneth Winters informed me of your visit and asked that I stand in to welcome you to the island. He wanted to be here himself, but got held up in town.”

“Oh.” Disappointment twisted in her belly and she ruthlessly squashed it. So what if he had been here waiting for her on orders from his boss? That was better than him spotting her and wanting to say hello for an entirely different, definitely salacious reason, wasn’t it? She was here on a mission, to offer her support and use her popularity to gain positive publicity for the island. At the same time, she was here in hopes of finding a sense of safety for herself, praying her stalker would use her absence from the mainland as the time he needed to find a new hobby like her father had said. She wasn’t here to jump between the sheets with the first man she met on the island, even if said man had been invading her dreams for the last four years.

John released her hand. “He said to extend his sincerest apologies and to show you around the island.”

Yep, no doubt about it. John Cabelly was doing his island duty. She and all her girly parts were safe, at least from him. Especially seeing as how he thought she didn’t remember him in the first place.

“Thank you, Sheriff Cabelly, but a tour guide really won’t be necessary. I’m sure I can find my way around and I’d hate to keep you from your job.”

He pulled off his sunglasses and she got her first real look at the potent light blue eyes she’d remembered so well. The mere sight made her heart skip a beat and her mind retracted her earlier thought. No, all her girly parts were not safe from this man. They were in danger of serious lusty overload, whether she and John went their separate ways right now or not.

Those powerful light blue eyes steadied on hers and his lips thinned, his expression turning serious with a trace of molten heat that sent embers of need raining through her body. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“You’re not an easy man to forget.” The words spilled from Lara’s lips before she could stop them. Shit. She should’ve said no. She’d meant to say no. If he’d kept on his sunglasses, she might could’ve pulled it off. But, the second he’d removed them, the instant she’d looked into his eyes, she’d felt herself fall under his spell.

His lips unfolded in their sexiest smile yet. It was the kind of grin that dripped with victory and promise and pure male satisfaction. “That’s good to know because I damn sure never forgot you.”

Oh, holy hormones. The way his voice softened, turning his words husky and hot, told her he wasn’t merely performing his island duty any longer. He was hitting on her and she was so screwed.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Now Available!!

The Heroes of Silver Springs, Volume 1 (MF, MFM)
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 252,000

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Box Set #44: The Heroes of Silver Springs Collection, Volume 1 (All 4 books for $3.99)

In Caught off Guard, Fire Department Captain Dean Wolcott has reformed his old, wild boy ways and has become a respected member of the community. But even with all he has achieved, one thing is still missing—Veronica Abbott, the sweet girl who was always out of his league. When she returns, Dean is shocked in the best way at the woman she has become. Veronica is looking for an exciting future. Her new business provides some spark, but it’s the prospect of Dean Wolcott that really lights the fire inside her.

In Twin Games, someone doesn’t like that Angelina Keaton has inherited the Keaton Municipal Airport, but it will take more than fires and tampered planes for her to sell the family business. When the playful firefighter Jason Graham comes on the scene, he knows he’s found his perfect playmate, but the game is turning deadly. Jason’s brother Jackson, an FBI agent who prefers direct approaches and straightforward solutions, comes to help investigate and finds himself in a game between Jason and Veronica, one that he can’t resist playing, just this once.

In Stormy Nights, Navy SEAL turned firefighter Ryan Magee has no trouble convincing women to share his bed, until he meets Tina. The struggling single mother has more important things on her mind, but her resistance is tested when she and her son are forced to ride out a storm in Ryan’s home. But Ryan’s past catches up to him, endangering them all, and their time together may come to a grave end neither of them anticipated.

In All or Nothing, Bailey Lamont has finally moved on from her troubled past and finds herself in possession of the two things she wants most in life: a satisfying career and the heart of the man she loves. But Tripp Barrett’s hardheaded determination might be their undoing. When an injury threatens his firefighting career, he vows to regain the life he has built for himself. But will that be the life centered on his career or the one focused on Bailey? Can he have them both or will he have to choose?

Caught off Guard Excerpt:

“You asked to see me?” Despite the fact that the woman of his dreams stood there looking at him, dressed only in a towel, with a heat in her eyes that would burst any thermometer; despite the fact that in about three seconds he would have a very visible pop-tent going on with the towel because of that look; that was the part his shocked mind latched on to. He even forgot that Barrett and Shannon were still in the doorway watching with wide eyes and amused expressions. She had asked to see him. Holy shit!

“I wanted to thank you for putting out the fire at my parents’ house,” she said, and he felt his dick sigh in disappointment. She wanted to thank him. Not invite him to that house for a dinner that would lead to hot, slippery sex in the bedroom. Which would then lead to another night of hot, slippery sex and another and another. Which would then lead to him asking for her hand in marriage and a lifetime of nights of that hot, slippery sex.

He looked at her—at her long blond hair, sweet rounded breasts that stretched the material of her maroon crop top, the gold loop bellybutton ring that showed above the very low cut waistline of her very short shorts—and wanted to cry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Barrett tap Shannon on the shoulder, cock his head, and the two tiptoed out of the doorway leaving him alone…with her! He was alone with Veronica Abbott in the locker room of the station house wearing only a towel and she…He looked down her body again. Hell, she wasn’t wearing much more than he!

The realization of that shocked him into confusion. The Veronica Abbott he remembered would never be dressed the way this woman was. She would never be standing in front of a man who wore nothing but a towel and looking at him as though she willed that towel to drop, either.
“I should get dressed,” he said quickly and turned to walk to his locker.

“Don’t do that on my account,” she said, and he stopped, turned. Though he had only taken a few steps, she had followed. She stood close, too close. When she spoke, her voice reverberated with arousal. “I like you this way. Although, if you want my opinion, I think you’re still wearing too much.”

Dean was flabbergasted. Sweet Jesus, the woman was coming on to him! His wildest, most crazed fantasy was coming true—no, even his fantasies couldn’t have created a moment like this—and he was too stunned to know what to do. He stared down at her, knowing all his bewilderment and shock were etched in his expression, and waited. For what, he didn’t have a clue.

She laughed. The sound was both musical and sultry. No doubt, the woman could make a fortune on one of those 900 sex lines. “Dean Wolcott, you’re looking at me as though you aren’t sure if you want to rip off my clothes or run for the door.”

“I’m not sure,” he admitted when he finally managed to find his voice.

“Lacy told me you aren’t the wild adventurous boy you once were, but I didn’t believe it.” She stepped even closer until their bodies touched. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the subtle hint of her sweet perfume.

“I’m not that boy anymore, Veronica.”

She clucked her tongue, lifted a hand, and trailed a fingernail down the center of his bare chest igniting a blazing fire in its wake. “And isn’t that a shame. You know, I always had the biggest crush on you.” Her finger stopped when it reached the barrier of the towel, paused, and he felt his eyes widen before the finger began slowly moving up again. “But you never would talk to me. Why was that, Dean?”

“I valued my life,” he said, his voice husky to his ears. God, she drove him mad! He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from touching her, because once he got his hands on her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to pry them off…ever! “I may have been a bit wild, but I didn’t have a death wish. Your parents would have had my head on a chopping block for even trying to get near you.”

“But my parents aren’t here now. They have no control over me anymore.” She flattened her hand on his chest, slid it down again. But this time she didn’t allow the towel to stop her descent. She continued, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, he felt his breath lodge in his throat.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered as her hand began to stroke him.

She smiled up at him. “Not quite, but I guess you can call me a goddess if you wish, though Veronica will be sufficient enough.”

For more excerpts visit:
Twin Games
The Heroes of Silver Springs 2

Stormy Nights
The Heroes of Silver Springs 3

All or Nothing
The Heroes of Silver Springs 4

Monday, July 18, 2016

The Rescue Ranch series continues!

Available now at Siren-BookStrand!

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]

Former Navy SEALs Dillon Stokes and Korbin Blackwell have dedicated their lives to neutralizing terrorism. Now operatives with the ETDF, an elite counter-terrorist force working independently of government protocol, they’re handling the toughest missions in the business. But an assignment is about to drop into their laps that is going to test their skills, hearts, and a fifteen-year friendship.

After three attempts on her life, Temperance Calvert knows someone wants her dead, but the Memphis police don’t believe her. Alone and with nowhere else to turn, the only place she can think to go is Rescue Ranch. But getting close to Dillon and Korbin again will be certain suicide for her heart. Rescue Ranch, a safe haven for wayward boys, has changed since Temperance left Pleasure, Tennessee, but a few things have remained the same. Loyalty, honor, and bravery still run the land, and Dillon and Korbin still hold the key to her soul.


“There was a fire in Temperance Calvert’s apartment last night.”
It took every ounce of control Dillon Stokes had learned in his thirty years of life not to physically react to that news. Inside was a different story. His chest tightened, his heart suddenly hammering as if seeking a way out of his body, and his blood went cold as ice.
“And you’re telling me this now because?”
“She was in a wreck a few weeks ago. Single car accident and apparently walked away without a scratch, but word is it could’ve been a hell of a lot worse.” Korbin Blackwell paused as if waiting for a response to that bit of news. When he didn’t get one, he put the icing on the already cooling cake by adding, “A couple of weeks before that, she was almost hit in a drive-by shooting.”
The vise around Dillion’s heart nearly squeezed the damn ticker in two. Christ! How much pain could the organ take in one morning? He figured he should at least help it out by breathing because, shit, he’d apparently stopped doing that as soon as Korbin had started talking.
He drew in a deep breath, let it out slow, and kept his voice bland when he said, “It sounds to me like she’s having a string of bad luck.”
Truthfully, it sounded like more than that. It felt like more than that, too, but damn if he was going to let his tongue say so. Korbin didn’t seem to have the same control over the fleshy, muscular organ in his mouth.
“It sounds to me like someone is trying to hurt her.”
Dillon had to swallow the lump that formed in his throat before he could speak this time. “Is that what the MPD has decided?”
“MPD doesn’t seem to be taking it seriously. They’re treating each as a separate incident and, lumped together, as one big coincidence.”
Dillon finally tore his attention from the coffin being lowered into the ground several yards away. The crowd that had been gathered around the gravesite had already started to disperse. Some had gathered in small groups to talk, while the rest were headed to the line of vehicles parked in the street that wound through the cemetery. So far, he was the only one who hadn’t moved more than his head. He wasn’t sure he could, especially now when his feet felt as if they’d sprouted roots into the ground beneath them.
 He angled a sideways look at Korbin. “And, let me guess. You’re wanting to help her.”
“We’ve been asked to help her.”
Korbin’s intentional use of the word “we” wasn’t lost on him. Neither was the implication. “You talked to her?”
The green-eyed jealous monster that reared its ugly head in his gut came as a shocker. For starters, why in the hell would he ever be jealous because Korbin had talked to a woman? He and Korbin had been sharing women damn near since they’d figured out their dicks had a more exciting purpose in life than taking a piss. Then, there was the fact that the female topic of this conversation was Temperance Calvert. Temperance, who had made it clear on two separate occasions in the last fifteen years that the only way she ever wanted to see either of them again was over her dead body.
Except that a day hadn’t gone by since that he hadn’t thought of her and a night hadn’t passed that he hadn’t dreamed of her. And, as far as the over her dead body part went, if Korbin’s instincts were on the mark, as they almost always were, someone was attempting to make that part happen.
Korbin shook his head. “I talked to Josh.”
Well, hell. The man was in possession of some serious blow-Dillon-out-of-his-boots ammo today. He even caught himself glancing down to make sure they were still on his feet. He would’ve been less surprised if Winnie-the-Pooh had come to life and requested their help to rescue Piglet from a cell of terrorist Tiggers.
Fifteen years ago Josh Calvert had been a confused, angry, and devastated teenager who had retaliated against his cheating mother by setting two very impressive and well-orchestrated fires in Pleasure. He might have gotten away with them if he hadn’t told Temperance what he’d done. No. Correction. He might have gotten away with them if Temperance hadn’t told Dillon and Korbin what Josh had done.
“He called before the service started this morning,” Korbin went on. “To use his words, he’s buried the hatchet and, in an effort to see his sister stays safe, is attempting to convince Temperance to do the same.”
“She won’t do it.”
Not unless she’d changed a lot over the years. The Temperance he’d known had been fourteen, fiery, feisty, and quick tempered, all of which he’d contributed to her firecracker red hair that perfectly suited her personality and her name. At fifteen, getting to know a girl like her had showed him precisely what he wanted in a woman and damn if he hadn’t been looking for a replica ever since. When he’d turned eighteen, he’d tracked her down once before leaving for his first enlistment with the Navy. Those three years hadn’t changed her a bit. She’d told him in very blunt, very hot-tempered words exactly where he could shove the phone in his hand and had abruptly ended the call.
That was the last contact he’d had with her. The last contact outside of his thoughts and dreams, in any case.
He’d seen her, though. A simple Google search of her name and, wham, he got a page of links that took him to her business website, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and every other social media site on the internet. And, of course, there were pictures. There had to be pictures. What better way to increase his torment? And, of course, he saved many of those pictures to his hard drive to stare at and fantasize over again and again because, Christ on a pogo stick, the fourteen-year-old girl had turned into one hell of an amazing woman and, for the love of God, he’d still yet to figure out why in the fuck he couldn’t forget about her.
“Josh is hoping we won’t give her a choice.”
The whole not-giving-her-a-choice part brought to mind many of the fantasies he’d had over the years about the one woman he couldn’t shake. “What the hell does he want us to do, kidnap her and keep her hogtied at the ranch until we catch whoever is after her?”

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Combustible Relations

As a PR guru with the fire commissioner’s Media Affair’s Office, Renee Hofstede is determined, no matter the cost, to bring Station 4’s C-shift, and especially Engine Company 2’s crew, back into public favor after they’ve been put through the media ringer. Even if it means going nose-to-ripped-chest with captains Trey Baggett and Mick Bracken. But, when an old nemesis comes to Cherish, anything becomes fodder for flames. Renee is no exception when Trey and Mick become her personal knights in turnout gear.

Trey feels things stir in unspeakable places when Renee sashays into his office and reveals her plan to regain the community’s respect for the shift under his command. Mick is accustomed to following orders, but when they come from a sex-kitten like Renee, he’s not sure what to do. Then danger strikes and Trey and Mick’s protective instincts kick in. But what transpires will be combustible enough to make the three of them explode.

Adult Excerpt:

“Renee, sweetheart, I—”
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him. “Are you really going to tell me no, Mick Bracken?”
That got her a soft chuckle, but his expression immediately turned serious again. “Are you sure?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.” It was the truth. Well, almost. There were several things she was sure about these days. She was sure of her love for him, of her love for Trey, and of her desire for both her men to make love to her at the same time. It would hurt, being filled by two massive cocks at once. She was certain of it, but she no longer cared.
“Damn, I love you.”
The husky declaration spun through her, heating her system and filling her heart. “Damn, I love you, too.”
He grinned, lifted his head to brush his lips to her mouth, and then gave her ass a soft pat. “Go to Trey while I get some lube out of the bathroom.”
“Come here, baby.” Trey reached her, his hands steady on her sides as she moved to straddle his waist. “In case there’s any doubt in your beautiful mind, I love you, too.”
She hadn’t thought her heart could feel any fuller, but it did. “And, I love you just as much.”
“Should we wait for Mick?”
Renee answered him by flattening her hands on his chest and lowering her body onto his. Her pussy was already drenched. It stayed that way when she was around either of the men she loved. And when she was with both of them…
“Christ,” Trey ground through his teeth as she settled her body on his, taking his cock all the way inside her cunt to the hilt.
Being filled by Trey’s cock was the greatest of pleasures. Her body immediately accepted the intrusion, her inner muscles expanding only to clench around his shaft, increasing the fantastical sensations that ricocheted through her.
“Mick can catch up with he gets back,” she managed to say, albeit breathlessly.
“He better hurry.”
Amused, she chewed her bottom lip as she met Trey’s gaze. “Oh? Why is that?”
“I should be too old for premature ejaculations,” he said gruffly, “but damn if you don’t do that to me every time I get inside you.”
Renee threw her head back and laughed. Then, she stopped laughing as she felt the foot of the bed dip behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Mick had returned with a tube of lubrication fisted in one hand.
“Do you two need a few more minutes?”
Trey answered before she could. “Not if you intend on coming with us.”
Renee laughed again. “I think he means that in the literal sense.”
Mick grinned, but eyes flamed with a desire that scorched her soul. “Bend over, Trey, sweetheart.”
Trepidation and anticipation mixed a crazy concoction in her system as she followed his instruction and fixed her gaze on Trey. She stiffened when Mick palmed her ass and silently willed herself to relax. She started to shake from her head to her toes, her breaths becoming ragged as eagerness slammed into fear inside her.
Trey laced his fingers in the side of her hair. “It will feel good if you let it.”
Unable to speak, she nodded as Mick’s cool, wet fingers moved between her buttocks. She couldn’t hold Trey’s gaze any longer. Her eyes closed on their own accord and her head bowed. Her mind raced as rapidly as her heart as Mick’s fingers massaged her flesh, spreading the lubricant over her ass. His finger pushed inside her anus, bringing with it a stinging pain that quickly dissolved into a mind-numbing pleasure.
“Talk to us, Renee,” Mick softly urged. “How does it feel?”
She shook her head, unable to describe the bittersweet pain morphing to astronomical bliss. It took the form of searing darts that shot from her ass straight to her pussy that was already filled by Trey’s cock. “More,” she finally managed. “Please, I want more.”
Mick twisted his finger inside her, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper. Together, his fingers stretched her anus until she pleaded with him to stop, to give her even more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing through her body.
“Oh, God, Mick, I can’t.” It was too much. The pleasure of it was blinding her, the pain a burning craze that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.
Mick’s fingers spread deep inside her, separating to stretch her as they circled and eased back only to pump inside her once more. The burn magnified, her pussy leaking juices around Trey’s cock even as it convulsed around his shaft. The intensity of it drove her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips jerked against Trey’s hold, now firm on her hips. Mick’s fingers began to methodically pump into her rear.
“He’ll stop if you want him to,” Trey told her.
“No!” The cry was wrenched from her throat as Mick pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again. More coolness added to the inferno he’d built in her ass as he worked another glob of gel into her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her deeper, faster.
“I’ve got two fingers in your tight sexy ass, sweetheart. God, I wish you could see this.”
“Forget seeing it. I can damn near feel it,” Trey said through clenched teeth. “Her pussy is tightening around my dick. Fuck, it’s amazing.”
“Are you ready for my cock now, Renee?” Mick asked as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her ass.
“Yes, please.” She half groaned and half cried out the words. “Make love to my ass, Mick.”
“Mother of God, that sounded so sexy.” He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as his cock nudged against her anus.