Time to Tumble with A.B. Thomas!

Me: Today I welcome A.B Thomas to the gym! Before we get started, we have to stretch first to prevent injury. Why don’t you share your favourite stretch with us?

A.B.: Well, Coach Kellie, my favourite stretch is the “one fingered tippy toed swan”. I learned this one last year when my son surpassed my 5’5” height and decided for good measure to be 6’.  He figures what he needs should be at a height that requires as little action on his part, so to that end, he puts things he does not use up on the highest shelf out of his way. He doesn’t drink coffee, but I do.  Guess where the bugger puts the coffee? So the stretch goes like this: you go on your tippy toes and stretch your arm up to where only the point of your middle finger grazes the bottom of the coffee can. You then flick your finger against the bottom of the coffee can, slowly moving it the can closer to the edge of the shelf. There is the added bonus of a secondary stretch. It seems to cause an instinctual jutting out of the tongue, for balance purposes, I suppose, but it does help tone the tongue muscles for later when you, for the millionth time, explain that you do not have gorilla arms.

Me: Haha! It sounds like your son knows how to get you to secretly work out. Ok, time to let out your inner gymnast – if you could, what is the one gymnastics trick you’ve always wanted to learn?

A.B.: The cartwheel.  I have mastered the sommersault, thanks to the many long staircases I have encountered in my life and the perchance to trip over my own feet.  I think it would save the doctors so much time at the emergency explaining about the dangers of concussions if I simply cartwheeled down the stairs rather than went head over heels.

Me: Sounds like your rolling technique has saved you a bunch of times! Is there a piece of equipment you’d like to start with? And may I remind you that playing in the foam pit is always reserved until the end of class.

A.B.: I think I would like the springboard, I’ve always wanted to be able to say that I have a little hop in my step.

Me: Good choice! Have you ever performed gymnastics before? As a kid what kinds of sports did you participate in?

A.B.: I was advised not to participate in gymnastics when I was a child by the phys ed teacher. He said that there was a vote taken and I was elected to be the target for dodgeball practice. As a kid I did sort of play soccer, and I sort of played baseball.  I say sort of because according to my folks, I was easily distracted and often went in the direction of what had caught  my eye rather than where the rest of my team was.

Me: Good old dodgeball! Not one of my favorites. In gymnastics we have to keep in top physical condition, and writing is such a sedentary job. What do you do to keep in shape when you’re not typing out your next story?

A.B.: I walk a lot, mostly into walls – which isn’t my fault. When will those walls learn that I am the top of the food chain, therefore they should fear me, not the other way around.

Me: Haha… And with your rolling skills, I’d say you’ve got it made. Let’s move onto the balance beam, shall we?

A.B.: *stares blankly at me*

Me: You’ll be okay. I’ll hold your hand like I do for my preschoolers. Now, let’s take your mind off of how high this is and tell me when you decided to write to be published.

A.B.: It was about four years ago.  I had gone from blogging and writing poetry to writing articles and cartooning for an online magazine. I concentrated primarily on social issues. It was mentally exhausting to me, always looking at how the world was. I decided that I could either be miserable examining the lacks or I could create worlds where not only could I identify the ills of the world, but do something about it.

Me: Sometimes we need a break from the real world. *helps A.B. hop down from the beam* Woul you care to take a swing on the bars?

A.B.: Oh, sure, though I have to say that I have had plenty of practice taking swings at the bar.

Me: Different kind of bar… *both walk over to apparatus, and A.B. jumps to take a swing* To be good at gymnastics it takes perseverance and determination not unlike that of being a writer. Tell me how you get through those times when you feel like giving up.

A.B.: When I feel like tossing in the towel, I think of the kids. What type of role model would I be if I quit? Someone might say, “so what if you quit, it’s just a story, it doesn’t make a difference to anything”. It does make a difference, not an earth shattering one, but anytime you decide something is too hard, it makes it that much easier to decide something is too hard the next time. Failure isn’t as bad as some people try to make it seem, failure means that something didn’t work in one way so now you have to think of a different way. Giving up doesn’t let you consider other options.

Me: I love that philosophy. I find that often I’m afraid of succeeding rather than failing. It matters that we don’t give up no on things that are important to us. *watches A.B. swing* You’re dong great! Don’t forget to regrip on the backswing.

A.B.: Huh?

Me: Let go now and land on your feet. Very good. How about I teach you that cartwheel now? Or would you like to show me a roll?

A.B.: Whew, I could definitely go for a roll…so where’s the hay? Oh, not that kind of roll. A cinnamon roll would be out of the question too, wouldn’t it? I’m game for any kind of roll that doesn’t involve a flight of stairs.

Me: How about we take a break and you can tell us about your newest book release?

A.B.: Gladly! The latest book is called “Shirtazia”. The hobgoblin, Shirtazia, is living a peaceful life among mortals when her instinct to reproduce surfaces with murderous results. Bounty hunter for the gods Jared Club is sent to investigate and stop the hobgoblin before folklore becomes fact. The only problem is that hobgoblins can change their appearance so the hunter has no idea who he is looking for. Can he stop the hobgoblin before she kills again or will he become one of her victims?

Me: Sounds interesting!

A.B.: Here’s a little snippet:

Rolanda watched from behind the computer register table as the man in the grey duster and greyish fedora crossed the street. What a strange person, she thought to herself, pleasant and quite knowledgeable, but strange.

“Who was that?”

Rolanda jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She turned to see Shay-Lynn standing in the doorway of the back room.

“Oh, Shay-Lynn, you startled me!” she said with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t realise you were here already.”

Shay-Lynn took several steps toward the woman, repeating her query. Rolanda explained the man had simply asked questions about herbs around the shop and what their uses could be for. For her part, she supplied vague clues of the witchcraft potential of the herbs, which, she opined, the man didn’t seem surprised to hear. It wouldn’t have come as a surprise, Rolanda added, if the man knew more about some of the plants, particularly the ones not locally grown than she did herself.

Shay-Lynn attempted to pick up images from the other’s mind through their connected auras without success. Dark thoughts began to fill Shay-Lynn. Could the sister of her sweet Brenda be capable of blocking her, from letting her see what she wanted to know? Did Rolanda know something or have a seed of doubt about Shay-Lynn planted ready to sprout by that man? The man certainly was not a random window shopper, he had come to the shop with something in mind. It could not be a coincidence that for over five minutes the two of them stood chatting beside the four very bags of herbs that she used in the hamlet’s watershed, or as she preferred to call it, stupor soup. The hobgoblin cursed the heavy curtain that muffled the conversation between the two. She needed to know what was said, specifically what the man or whatever he was, had said.

The man, Shay-Lynn’s mind continued to replay his image repeatedly, wasn’t human. She knew that he wasn’t. When she first came through the back door of the shop and heard Rolanda speaking with someone out front she had increased her shimmering six-fold, so quick that even she had not been able to see her reflection in the mirror by the big wash basin, yet she saw as she was peeking out that he had seen her. She then tried to trickle some of his aural energy, but it had not just been blocked but repelled. A human wasn’t capable of that. Whatever he was, he could prove to be a threat to her search for a cure for her condition.

Shay-Lynn’s brows furrowed, her lips puffed out. Rolanda asked what was wrong.

Shay-Lynn decided that she couldn’t chance any information the man may have said giving Rolanda a curiosity of those plants, she was sure that the mixture would not show up on any internet search. However, if Rolanda decided to experiment with the herbs, and survived, it could expose Shay-Lynn for what she was. Shay-Lynn knew of only one other option to free Rolanda of any resistance to her questions. Swooning. She was sure that Brenda would not be too upset if she ever found out that Shay-Lynn had to seduce her lover’s sister but it was a matter of survival for the both of them. What would Rolanda do if she found out that Shay-Lynn was a hobgoblin? What would Rolanda do if she figured out that Shay-Lynn was not the daughter of a childhood playmate, but the same person? What would Rolanda do if she uncovered that Brenda and Shay-Lynn have been lovers all these years? Who would she tell? What would happen to not only Shay-Lynn but to Brenda?

Shay-Lynn was sure that Brenda would understand the necessity of the action. The problem was how to get Rolanda to let her guard down enough that Shay-Lynn could get intimate with her. The woman was infuriatingly in love with her husband.  She had tried to drop subtle hints to the woman of re-exploring the experiments of her youth but they had fallen on deaf ears. There was no time to lead Rolanda into an agreeable mood. Soon, Ted Kopek would be back from the loam deposit with a load of pots ready for seedlings.  Once reunited with her love, any such thoughts would be lost. It would mean that the opportunity would be lost until the next day and by then, it may be too late. How was she going to swoon the woman in such little time? Shay-Lynn shifted her weight from one side to one side. There was a dull thunk as her carry-all hit the edge of the table.

The jar! Shay-Lynn had not found an opportunity to use her experiment yet. The trap-liners had been in town for the past couple of days and they required no prodding to stir their appetite for what she offered as dinner. She reached into her carry-all, feeling for the baby jar that she had quarter-filled with the breast pump and broke the tight seal. She unscrewed the cap and with her thumb, pushed the lid off before she brought the jar out of the bag, setting it idly on the table. Rolanda looked at the jar curiously.

Shay-Lynn’s demeanour changed. The seriousness had given way to a shy smile.

“It’s just that he looked scary,” the teen said. “I thought maybe he was going to hurt you.”

Shay-Lynn took Rolanda’s hands into her own.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like you, Mrs. Kopek. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Shay-Lynn, but you shouldn’t worry too much about an old Betty like me,” the woman said kindly as she patted the top of the woman’s hand. “I do know how to take care of myself.”

Shay-Lynn blushed and turned her head.

“I know, but still…” Shay-Lynn slipped her hand from the woman’s and began to play with the collar of Rolanda’s blouse, “I still have to, you know, try…” She was watching the other woman’s eyes intently for signs of dilation. The woman was fluttering her eyes often, trying to focus, and it made Shay-Lynn smile. Shay-Lynn moved her hand from her collar to the top button of her blouse.

Me: I’m sure readers can’t wait to read more! You know, Gymnastics was my first passion, and then I found writing. What are your passions other than writing?

A.B.: I love designing things and then building them.  There is nothing like seeing something to completion. I also love just walking around, being utterly lost to the clouds and trees.

Me: Sounds peaceful. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to do in life but haven’t yet?

A.B.: I’ve always wanted to write a screenplay and see how someone else interprets what I see in my head.

Me: I wish you all the best with your endeavors!

A.B.: Thank you for having me! And please visit with me at all the other places I hang out:

http://www.extasybooks.com/a-b-thomas/

https://anthonybthomas.blogspot.ca

https://abthomasblog.wordpress.com/author/anthonybthomas/

Twitter: @ABThomas69

Facebook:ABThomasAB

 

Curl Up Inside a Cuddle

Curl up inside a cuddle
when your mind is in a muddle,
Coccoon yourself in Divine Love
when you need a break sort of,
Sit in a pocket of time
hear the words of this inner rhyme,
slow or fast, or not at all,
it’s an illusion, so just stall –
as the mind breaks free from its prison,
a kaleidoscope of colors dance in its prism,
STOP
FEEL
Live inside the warm embrace
breath of life, face to face,
Hearts beating in Divine rhythm
such a small scale, do you fathom?
The depth of connection to Mother Earth
and inside ourselves the rebirth,
Inside our souls, its own universe
awakening us to our divine purpose,
Numbers, symbols, visions clash,
dancing, swirling, making a mad dash,
to escape, take form, grow, manifest,
take heed of the intention behind your request,
PAUSE
FEEL
LOVE
When your mind is in a muddle,
curl up inside a cuddle,
where the illusion of time disappears
and your true Self reappears,
A bubble separate from time and space,
Accept shelter inside the warm embrace.
~Kellie Kamryn
(c)2016

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Emergence of Self

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Emergence of Self

Step out of the Shadows and into the Light,

Shine with your Inner Wisdom with all of your might,

Spreading your wings, prepare to take flight;

Deep breath in, and shed the Dark Night,

Only you have the Power to heal your Soul,

Piece by piece until once more you are whole,

A Being of Light let no person cast asunder,

Awaken within and no more shall you slumber,

Rise up to new heights as the Phoenix does fly,

Up from the ashes and believe no more lies,

Inside of yourself you will find only Love,

Truth sets you free and Hope raises you above,

Reproach, berated, and unkind words

Open your eyes and a new Presence to be heard,

Step out of hiding your Self does urge,

Allowing pureness to grow, Love and Light to emerge.

~Kellie Kamryn, copyright December 10, 2015

 

Book 5 in the Star Crosses series – SUMMER HEAT!

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On the heels of one battle, Kayla and Kaleb race to aid their new friend Peggy Periwinkle. They discover her shop in shambles, and Kaleb senses at the heart of the attack a presence he hasn’t felt in a long time—a childhood friend who had disappeared when he was young. The news sends him reeling, and he disappears on Kayla to process what he’s learned.
Worried Kaleb has gone on a renegade mission, Kayla seeks comfort and answers with her new friend Peggy. Together they devise a plan to find Kaleb and the man responsible for the destruction to her shop.

New friendships forged, old connections strengthened, and the past gets cleared in their Hearts. As Shadow brings the heat to their summer, Kayla and Kaleb fight back with the only weapon strong enough to defeat the darkness—Love.

EXCERPT:

Kaleb stood in the middle of Kayla’s back lawn, fists clenched at his side, body rigid, seething with rage. Growling, his gaze zeroed in on Ahren who crouched inside an energetic cage. The makeshift prison had Kayla’s signature all over it.

Pride surged up inside him at her handiwork. Love slithered in between the anger like sunrays through cloud cover. He grimaced in pain as his Light fought off the darkness. Shuddering, he refocused on Ahren, rage once more burning bright.

Snarling, Ahren crawled on the ground like a caged beast. Kaleb answered in kind, then pointed a finger at his brother. “We settle this now!”

Ahren swiped out a hand, fingertips grazing his prison of Light. A crackling sound filled the air around them. “Tell them to let me out and it will be my pleasure!”

“Do it!” Kaleb roared, addressing the guardians who had now come to stand as a barrier between him and Ahren.

Murmured discussion travelled round the group, further agitating the two men itching to fight. Through the red haze of his anger, Kaleb caught snippets of their conversation.

“We need to keep them apart until they’re fully healed,” Dawn said.

“I agree,” Marabel concurred.

“We’ll make sure they don’t hurt each other,” Trey put in, smoothing back his blonde hair.

“And one of you get Kayla,” Henry said. “Perhaps she can get him to see reason.”

“No!” Kayla’s shout caused everyone to turn in her direction. With slow, deliberate steps she walked down the porch stairs and onto the lawn. Ahren’s prison disappeared with a wave of her hand.

Ahren jumped to his feet with a howl of triumph. Kaleb noted the wild gleam in his eyes, and conjured a fireball to hurl at his friend. He wouldn’t allow the other man to escape until they’d settled their score. Years ago, Kaleb had felt abandoned by his friends, and anger at the Universe for the unfairness of his lot in life bubbled up from the bottom of his heart. Since that moment, he’d sought to protect those he cared about so they wouldn’t have reason to leave. A desperate move on his part, and it was time to unleash his fury.

Kaleb’s attention was diverted from the inner workings of his Egoic mind when Ahren rounded on Kayla. “You’re an idiot,” Ahren spat in her direction. “You think I’ll stick around now that I’m free?”

Once more, anger overrode Kaleb’s consciousness. Protect her at all costs. He wouldn’t allow Ahren to hurt anyone else, especially Kayla. He raised his arm with the intention to release the fireball directly at his old friend.

Without batting an eye, or looking in his direction, Kayla raised a hand and brought her fingers together in a closing motion, distinguishing Kaleb’s fireball. He blinked in surpriseattempting to conjure more in the palms of his hands, but he couldn’t do it. Mumbled chanting reached his ears, and he glanced over to the porch where Peggy stood as if in a trance. Somehow she’d blocked his powers with her magic.

With her attention still on Ahren, Kayla addressed him, her voice calm, cool, and collected. “Calling me an idiot is passing judgment.”

Ahren snarled in response, and advanced on her. Waving her hand, she threw up a wall of energy between them. The force of it struck Ahren, and he crumpled to his knees. Panting, he glanced up at her, expression wary.

Kaleb watched as she crouched down in front of him, and said, “All four of you—go. Margaret and I have this.”

Cautious agreement travelled round the group of guardians, but nevertheless, they stepped aside, and walked together toward the back porch.

“Now,” Kayla went on, speaking to Ahren again. “We will do this my way.”

“The hell we will,” Ahren growled.

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New Release! Winter of Discontent – Star Crossed Book 3

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Thanks for stopping by to read an excerpt! At some retailers it is listed as erotic romance, but it’s not, and they give the flame rating higher than it actually is based on the excerpts. It’s a fun series where the romance is in the interaction between the characters, not between the sheets. 🙂  Buy links are at the end of the post.

STAR CROSSED Series Book 3 – Winter of Discontent

The art of deception will lead back to the truth.

After experiencing a little bump in the road, Kayla and Kaleb are stronger than ever. But they are about to encounter their biggest challenge yet.

Kaleb is determined to teach Kayla the art of teleporting her body safely from one place to another. However, her frustration lands her in a parallel life. Much to his dismay, he discovers she’s traded places with an even sassier version of herself, and her alter ego is on a mission to seduce him.

Meanwhile, Kayla discovers her mistake, and is now faced with fighting off the advances of a Kaleb whose dark desires spark an answering interest inside of her. Determined to remain faithful to the true Kaleb who shares her heart, she must use deception to escape in order to return to her correct time.

Will these star-crossed lovers be able to deceive their alter egos long enough to set things right, or will they get lost in their baser desires?

Excerpt:

Kaleb rushed over to Kayla’s sanctuary—a circular hedgerow in her back yard where she performed rituals to thank nature or pay tribute to the Lord and Lady of the Light—in time to see a woman exit. He stopped short. The woman shared Kayla’s physical features, but had blonde hair instead of chestnut-colored. She wore a thick grey sweater and tights, not at all dressed for the weather.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“It’s me, Karla.” The woman giggled, launching herself at him.

“Uh, Karla?” He caught her in his arms, and she proceeded to squeeze him tight, then rub her body all over his. Surprised at her affection, he held her away at arm’s length. “What are you doing?”

Purring in a seductive manner, she stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “Oh, let’s go inside and play some more. Hide and seek is always fun, but I know what else you like.” She began removing her sweater.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said, steering her toward the house. “We can play later. Let’s go inside and have some tea. And we’ll talk.” Whoever this woman was, it wasn’t Kayla. Or was it Kayla, and she’d done something to herself on transport? Crap. He’d never heard of anything like this happening before.

She made another sad, pouty face. “Talking?” She sidled up next to him, brushing her breasts against his side. Her face brightened. “Oh, you mean talking! You’re gonna tell me what game we’re playing next.”

Bewildered, he eyed her like an exotic beast. His Kayla would never act so ditzy. “Um, yes,” he said, a cautious note in his voice. “We’re going to play a game.” He put an arm around her shivering frame. “Let’s pretend, I don’t remember any of the games we play, and you have to tell me.”

She clapped her hands together. “Okay!” She nibbled a fingernail, stumbling as he led her up the back porch steps. “How did you make it so cold?”

“Uh, a trick I learned.” He opened the door, and guided her into the kitchen.

“Oh, I know!” She spun to face him, walking backward.

“Yes?” He encouraged her, guiding her to sit in a chair at the island situated in the middle of the room.

Her eyes widened with adoration. “We could play the game where you tie me to the bed and—” She grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him in close to speak into his ear.

The heat of her breath on his skin, coupled with the heat from her suggestion as to what he should do to her while tied to the bed, caused him to blush all fifty shades of red, never mind the erection he willed to keep at bay.

“Wow, that is a good idea,” he said, praying he didn’t sound over-enthusiastic. “A really good idea, but, um, what else?”

She put her fingertips to her lips to ponder. Kaleb stripped off his gloves and set them on the counter. He unzipped his jacket, and wandered over to set the kettle on to boil. While he and Kayla hadn’t taken their relationship to the physical level, it’s not like he hadn’t pondered a few ideas of his own for when the time came. This woman’s suggestions were making him think things he didn’t feel were wise, especially considering their physical likeness.

“Well, we are in the kitchen. We could play the game where you bend me over the counter and spank me with the wooden spoon. I like that game,” she said, her tone all throaty and seductive.

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Giveaway with Eden Glenn!

Read about two of her newest releases and comment for a chance to win one of three of her titles: Emma’s New Year, Shifter’s Legacy, OR Dragon Guardian!

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Emma’s New Year by Eden Glenn

Publisher: Rebel Ink Press www.rebelinkpress.com

Contemporary F/F Short Novellette

Emma Reed needs a change from her stale boring straight life. Her lesbian friend drags her to a gay New Year’s Eve dance. There she meets butchy El Westin, out of her league and out of her comfort zone. The unexpected kiss at midnight makes Emma’s outlook start to sparkle and get interesting again. Emma has a choice to make. Is this a night of possibilities influenced by the magic of a borrowed amethyst necklace or is it a resolution in the making?

Emma’s New Year available July 10 from all fine Ebook sites.  Go to author’s webpage for links to your favorite ebook vendors.

Other F/F Erotic Romance written by Eden Glenn

Contemporary: “Beverly’s Secret”; Paranormal: “Dar’kind Promises”, “Phoenix Reborn”

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“The Amethyst Desire Collection Vol 4″

Novella M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance The complications of the birth of their first child, demands of mothering and keeping her wolf rescue running leaves Addison feeling less like a sexy mate and more like a saggy mom. Duncan’s stranded in the quaint (er…hole in the wall) north Florida town waiting on a part to repair his motorcycle. Addison and her curvy little ass are a significant interruption to his fence building chores. Nathan, her husband, purchases an amethyst pendant from Salynne’s Crystals and Thyme and whether magic or chemistry, Sparks ignite between the three of them.

Available from: AMAZON       BARNES AND NOBLE ALL ROMANCE E BOOKS

BIO

Eden is a multi published author of  erotic romance stories: GLTB, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.

She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

Other Menage titles by Eden Glenn:  “Raynia’s Magic” (contemporary); “Dragon Guardian” (paranormal). Links to your favorite E-book/print vendor may be found at Eden’s website.

www.edenglenn.com

Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page

NEW RELEASES CELEBRATION!!

Wow!! Two new releases a month apart is amazing! I’m so excited to finally be able to share GUILTY AS SIN and SOLSTICE SURPRISE with the world. Two very different books, both the first in their series, and I hope readers will enjoy them as much as I had fun writing them!

Here are an excerpt or two and if you join my Sweet & Sassy Divas and Dudes on FB, there will be prize giveaways all month long!!

Guilty As Sin

A UFC fighter caught up in the world of organized crime risks his one chance at freedom to save the woman he loves. (Erotic romance)

As a UFC fighter, Sinclair Reed aka Sinister 3, always had a plan. Getting tangled up with the mob, or falling in love with a woman he can’t forget, never factored into it.

After a brief affair, bestselling author, Cherie Bouchard, thought she’d seen the last of UFC light middleweight champ “Sinister 3” when they parted ways at the airport. Determined to discover if her feelings are real for Sinclair, or the result of her hopeless romantic imagination, she purchases tickets to his fight when the UFC comes to town.

As the lovers re-unite, they discover someone wants him dead, and Sinclair has twenty-four hours to choose between Cherie and freedom. For a smart guy like him, it should be a no-brainer. When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.

EXCERPT:

Distance aside, he had a secret. It ate at him every day, but he’d learned to live with it. It was one of the reasons he kept women at a distance. Would Cherie’s opinion of him change once she found out? It wasn’t something he could keep from her forever. He didn’t believe anyone would accept him for who he was, or what he’d been forced to do.

Out of the blue, someone jostled Sinclair’s leg, and a red card dropped into his lap. “Hey! Buddy!”

The man ignored him, continuing on in a hurried pace to the exit. Sinclair turned the card over in his hand. A date, time and location were printed in block letters on the back of it. Shit!

He jumped up and followed, catching sight of the guy as he rounded the corner of the building. Running to catch up, Sinclair ducked a kick to the head, a boot heel grazing his eyebrow. He stepped around and stared at his opponent, trying to place the face. The man wore mirrored shades and a ball cap. Other than average height and build, there wasn’t anything Sinclair recognized about him.

Shouts caught their attention. The man pointed a finger at Sinclair. “You know what to do, unless you want your woman harmed.” Then he took off, disappearing behind some dumpsters.

A couple in the parking lot hurried up to Sinclair, asked if he was all right and inquired about calling the police. Sinclair shook it off, making a few comments about some idiot with road rage, saying he’d take care of speaking to law enforcement. Placated, the couple returned to their vehicle, and Sinclair made his way back into the store.

The crowd remained steady, so he decided a walk to clear his head might help. He went around to Cherie’s side of the table and whispered in her ear. “If it’s okay, I’ve got a little shopping to do.”

“Sure.” Her hazel eyes searched his. “Is everything okay? I saw you rush out of here, and you seemed upset.”

“Everything’s fine,” he assured her. “Just some jerk. I’ll be back shortly. Don’t leave without me.”

“All right. I won’t.” Cherie focused her attention on another fan in front of her.

Sinclair took that as his cue to leave. Hopefully, she’d be safe inside a crowded bookstore surrounded by people. He pushed aside the worrisome thought that if someone truly meant her harm, it wouldn’t matter where she was.

No one is going to harm my woman. He’d die before that happened, but judging by recent events someone clearly sought to make it a reality.

Stepping outside the store, he heaved a sigh, closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun permeate his body. A five minute respite would be all right.

How long could he blame his father for his own mistake? He never should’ve agreed to a street fight to pay off his father’s debt. Amazing how one wrong move could affect his entire life.

But if he was honest, would he have made any other choice? His dad was flesh and blood. How would he have lived with himself knowing he could have prevented his demise and done nothing? The irony didn’t escape him. He’d fought, refusing to kill. Since he hadn’t heard a peep from his old man, he assumed him dead, therefore his sacrifice had been for naught. Now the mob threatened not only his life, but Cherie’s as well. He had to find a way to make this right. He couldn’t continue to pay penance, nor would he allow Cherie to be sucked into a situation she knew nothing about.

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Solstice Surprise_FINAL

 

Destiny is never what you imagine. (Paranormal romance)
Kayla Webber had been training to fight for the Light her
entire life. Demons she could handle, but she’d been ill-prepared
to come face to face with the man who haunted her
dreams.
The time has come for Kaleb Warner to fulfill his shared
destiny with Kayla. There’s just one problem – she didn’t
realize he even existed.
Will Kaleb be able to convince Kayla to combine their gifts
to fight against the Darkness, or will this star-crossed couple
deny the truth in their hearts?

EXCERPT:

“I’m not a demon,” he stated, his mouth set in a grim
line.
“Then how—”
“Later.” He waved a hand in front of her. “Aren’t you
supposed to be a little too busy right now to talk?”
In an attempt to ignore him, she turned away from him,
and focused her attention on the demon. He’s right. No time
to figure this out now. She’d meditate on it later.
With a swift, practiced movement, Kayla plucked a
blade from the waist band of her skirt and flicked the knife
at him, hitting him square between the eyes.
The demon screamed, stumbling back, clutching at the
weapon embedded in his forehead. With a roar, he ripped the
blade out of his flesh, a sickening squelch accompanying the
motion.
Kayla swallowed hard. Mortal weapons couldn’t defeat
a supernatural being of his nature. They were only meant to
slow down the demon until she could use her power on him.
Stay calm. You can do this. However, Kaleb’s presence had
her questioning her ability to handle the situation. Is this a
test? She straightened her spine. Test or no test, she had a job
to do.
Tossing the blade to the side, the monster swiped at her
with elongated claws. A zing resounded in the still night air
as he penetrated the shield in front of her.
“Stay strong!” Kaleb ordered.
Grimacing, Kayla arched back, reaching for a dagger
hidden inside her right boot. Brandishing the weapon, she
ducked under the paw swipe of the demon, then drove the
blade into his abdomen.
A screech rent the air as she withdrew the blade, and
sliced open his thigh. The demon dropped to one knee,
clutching at his wounds.
“Are you done slicing and dicing?” Kaleb growled
from behind her.
Who the hell does he think he is? “A little help would
be nice,” she muttered.
“This isn’t my fight.”