As a Chroma agent, one of the
elite operatives for the Spectrum Intelligence Agency, Jonah Gray was skilled
enough to handle most anything that came his way. If not Jonah knew he could always rely on his
handler, the clever Mr. Fox, to pull him through. Drawn to the seductive voice and commanding
strength of the man on the other end of the line, Jonah wavers between his
attraction to his handler and the knowledge that handlers and operatives are
never supposed to meet.
Then a
mission goes horribly wrong and Jonah finds himself on the wrong end of a kill
order. With Jonah on the run both
handler and operative are desperate to finally meet so they can face this new
threat head on. Together they struggle
to discover who wants Jonah dead while they finally take the opportunity to
embrace the passion that has always simmered between them.
EXCERPT:
“Are your eyes closed?”
Silas asked him quieter than before, softer and gentler.
“Yes Sir.” Jonah felt
vulnerable in that moment, in a way he thought he’d left behind a long time
ago. To distract himself a bit he let
his hands come down to rest on his stomach, let his fingers slide gently over
the skin there, but no lower. He didn’t
have permission for that yet, after all.
“I’ve got you,” Silas promised almost as if he could tell
what Jonah was feeling without even being able to see him. “You’re safe with me
remember? You can relax and trust me
Jonah. You can trust me to keep you
safe, to tell you what to do. You can
trust me with all of that. With all of
you.”
“I know. I do.” Jonah fought back the swell of emotions in
his chest as the mixture of devotion and affection that he always felt towards
Silas threatened to burst free. Slowly,
deliberately, he inhaled again.
Exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled,
repeated it until he felt himself even out, felt himself center.
“Good.” Silas said it
roughly, voice ragged in a way that let Jonah know just how much his admittance
meant to Silas. “I wish I could see you
right now. You’re gorgeous Jonah, you know
that don’t you? I bet you’re beautiful
the way you are right now, laid back on that bed with your eyes closed, cock
hard and body open. I bet you’re
perfect. I’ve always thought you would
be. Ever since the first time I saw
you.”
Jonah’s eyes flew open in stunned surprise before he slammed
them shut again. Silas’s voice was
ragged but honest, deep and thick with that hot, honey drawl that Jonah loved
so much.
“You’ve seen me?” The
thought that Silas had seen him, knew what he looked like, and so obviously
approved, made Jonah feel slightly giddy with a mixture of pride and relief.
“Oh yes.” Silas
sounded amused for a moment then. “I’ve
seen you many times Jonah. I am your
handler after all. I’ve read your file,
seen videos. Sometimes I watch you on
the security cameras on missions. You’re
a thing of beauty, Jonah. All lethal
grace and power that draws the eye. Even
when you’re off mission, even when you’re wandering around whatever city or
town you decide to spend your time in, you’re still fascinating. Captivating.”
“And do I?” Jonah
couldn’t help but ask. He needed to
know, burned to know for certain
whether or not the fascination he felt was mutual. “Do I captivate you?”
“Completely,” Silas admitted quietly and with that sort of
brutal honesty in his voice that Jonah adored.
Guarding
Midnight by Kacey Hammell
Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic/Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Now available
with Evernight Publishing
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Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need
Protecting.
No one knows sacrifice
better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the
emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a
bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do
just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of
work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.
Shree Walker is
on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a
happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life
in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier
without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or
anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she
doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.
When Shree is
kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost,
Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s
length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful
than them both: Love.
“You women are so pigheaded.” He inched
a step closer. “You never know when to shut up and just listen. I’m trying to
take care of all of you here.”
“Then go tell some of the other girls.
You’ve given me my orders. Fine. You’re done. We’re done.” Chin up, Shree
turned away.
He grabbed her arm, startling her. She
spun back, legs unsteady, and reached out blindly as she began to fall.
The world spun around her, and she
braced to hit the floor.
Warmth wrapped her waist, and then
darkness smashed into her.
A deep groan brought her back. Scanning
the room, the realization hit her. She was atop Gavin. She gasped. His strong
body had broken her fall, though she’d probably end up with some bruises. He
gazed at her with his beautiful cognac eyes.
Getting involved with him would be a
very bad idea. She had to study, work hard to finish school and get away from
clubs for good. She searched his gaze, searching for what she didn’t know.
Maybe some sign that her heart wouldn’t be bruised after he was done with it.
“Shree.” Jesus. Her name rolled off his
lips almost like a growl. The rasp put her body into overdrive. Her pussy
clenched and pricks of electricity tingled along her back.
This man wasn’t right for her. She was
going to get hurt. Deep in her gut, she knew it. And she always listened to her
gut. Always.
Not this time.
No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—miss out on
taking what she could. For herself. To forget school, the job, and the past,
she’d jump in with both feet and screw what might happen.
She captured his mouth with hers. A deep
moan of delight escaped her.
His palms skimmed up her back, his mouth
opening wide and allowing her entrance into the deep recesses of him. Stale
coffee and mint coated her tongue.
Her palms skimmed over his bald head,
caressing with her fingertips, acquainting herself with the feel of him. She
lingered at each bump and scar, over his ears to his cheekbones.
Never before had she tasted anything as
delicious or been so engrossed in the textures of a man’s roughened skin
before. Tight, tough skin that was from hard living, rough times, and that of a
man’s man. He was glorious. An Alpha man who was allowing his woman to take the
lead.
No. No, dammit, not his woman.
Shree pushed the annoying voice aside
and pulled back. Staring at him, his eyes blazed with desire…no, there would be
no going back now. For now, in this moment, she would be his woman. He could
brand her, claim her as his, but only this once. And she’d walk away knowing
the decision was all hers.
Sitting up, astride his hips, she held
his gaze and tossed the towel from around her neck aside. Her palms skimmed
over his chest. The blue button-down shirt he wore did little to hide the feel
of his tight muscles. His warm palms sat on her thighs, as if waiting for her
permission to touch.
She leered at him, certain he was
anxious to take over, loving the feel of tension in his arms and pecs as he
held himself in check. How he understood that she needed this, she didn’t know.
Nor did she care.
Silence filled the small room as she
opened the buttons of his shirt to the waist. There was a heaven, and she was
looking at it. Naked golden skin and tight ridges took her breath away. He
worked hard to stay in this shape. Who was she not to admire it?
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll
have you under me in five seconds.” His gravelly voice cut through her
thoughts.
Empowered by the passion in his eyes,
she grinned at him then shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that, but I like to be on
top.” She shifted on his hips, her breath catching as she felt his hard shaft
against her ass.
Oh yes, this man had been blessed very
well. His length pushed against her, and fire spread from her pussy straight to
her toes. Her nipples pebbled tight, aching and throbbing.
Her body rocked against his, friction
from his jeans and the spandex covering her was delicious. It was crazy to be
so into a man like Gavin so soon after meeting him. But her body led the way.
It wanted the connection to him, needed to feel him inside and around her.
These tumultuous emotions were foreign
to her.
“Shree.”
“Shh, just hush,” she whispered,
shifting her hips against his. She shoved the hem of her bra up over her
breasts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A growl erupted
from his throat.
Gaze locked on his, she lifted his hands
and pressed them against her aching nipples. She gasped. The heat of his touch
swirled through her body. Shifting her hips down, her pussy lips cradled his
shaft through their clothes.
Delirious. Out of control.
Her mind spun with images of how she
wanted to ride him. The powerful friction from their clothing and his skin set
her on fire. Adrenaline rushed through her, wanting him, and to satisfy the
hunger racing over her.
Desperation this strong had never hit
her so hard.
Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling
it, and drew it apart.
He stilled her movements. “Are you
sure?”
Shree withdrew from under his hold,
yanked open the button, and parted the zipper. “Going to back out on me?” she
challenged, fearing he’d leave her needy.
He chuckled. It was light and relaxed to
her. “Not bloody likely.” His fingers pushed beneath the leg of her shorts,
pulling it all into each hand.
Frowning, she gaped at him. “What are
you do—” She screamed, body jerking as he pulled her shorts apart. Staring at
the mess of spandex he held, her jaw dropped. It was like sitting atop the
Incredible Hulk whose strength was feared while admired.
The garment lay in tatters, the
waistband the only thing keeping the material around her. Gavin tossed the bits
that remained in his palms over his head.
His touch eased over her bare mound,
reawakening the arousal coursing through her. Thankful she hadn’t worn any
underwear, she lifted a bit, allowing his fingers to slide between their bodies
and find her clit.
Giving herself up to his touch, she
sucked in a deep breath and tilted her head back.
Moisture coated her channel, filling
her, making it easier for him to glide his fingers back and forth. Electric
currents of heat surrounded her clit and her pussy tightened. Two digits
slipped inside her, and the breath rushed out of her. His guttural moan cut
through the air.
Her eyelids lifted. She needed to regain
control. It was best for her to lead this brief interlude, and remind herself
just how strong she could be, realize how much she could still love her body
and the needs that couldn’t always be denied.
Adjusting up on her knees, she pushed
his touch away. She lowered his jeans and underwear to the floor and off his
feet. The gorgeous sight of his hard cock caught her breath and saliva filled
her mouth.
She’d never given a man head before, and
didn’t know if she could ever bring herself to do so, but in this moment,
having him inside her cunt was way more important than anything.
Canadian-born
author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a
young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author,
she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she
writes.
A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value
of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming
book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after
with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.
Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.
Night of the Horse, menage romance
A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two
gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road
where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to
watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black
horse...they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she
sighed over them?
Read the #SexySnippet
A
shock of desire spiked through her as she stared at his bare chest, and the way
his jeans rode low on his hips. He was so gorgeous, his muscles defined, his
skin smooth. He had a tattoo high on his arm, a black horse rearing up on its
hind legs.
Rosie’s
traced the sexy V of his hips with her gaze. A fine line of glistening hair ran
from low on his stomach down into his jeans. She leaned forward to catch a
glimpse of his pubic hair without thinking. When she couldn’t, she looked
quickly at his face, a faint blush heating her neck as she saw he’d realized
what she was doing.
He’d been sent off course…he
thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.
His vampire abilities were
special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by
a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town. A
story of lust, love, and coincidence.
Read the #snippet
He entered
behind a group of other people and headed straight to the counter. There were
no free stools, but bizarrely, as he stood in the gap between one row of four
and another, two people stood up from their seats and their newly served
drinks, and left. Dhruv sat down and waited until she approached him. He
declined service from her colleague, and it made Daisy smile.
“Hi, Dhruv. What
can I get you?” She gave him a special look. It said he could ask for anything
he wanted.
Dhruv waited for
a few seconds before he answered. He leaned on the counter top with his elbows
and returned her look. “I think you know, Daisy.” There was more said in his
tone of voice than the words.
They gazed at
each other, and Daisy was mesmerized by his beauty. She gave an involuntary
sigh as she looked at him. She wanted him so badly it made her dizzy. Each
night she thought about him as she lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake
her. He would kiss her, not waiting long to put his hand inside her panties and
feel her. Feel the throb between her legs, as she got wet wanting his fingers
in her, wanting his cock in her. It made her needy and she sometimes had to
reach her fingers down and stroke her clit for relief.
“Black coffee,
please.”
Daisy broke into
a grin. “One day, Dhruv, you’ll surprise me.” She left him watching her with
his cool stare as she went to get his coffee.
When
lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never
expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the
empty house next door.
Annabel
likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close,
will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?
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The Saturday morning sun blazed in
the June sky. Heat shimmered off the sidewalk. Nate and Evan were the only
people out in their front yards. The noise of their work tools were the only
sounds, as not even the seagulls that often wheeled overhead ventured from the
cool of the ocean yet.
Nate and Evan’s house was one of the
largest in the rows of three story houses built along the river in a modern
development unimaginatively called Riverside Mews. Narrow lanes that led to the
river path separated the rows. Somehow, patches of white sand always settled on
the paths, though the nearest beach was a mile away. Each house had its own
river access, through a gate at the end of the back yard to a riverbank public
path, but there was no boat access, no jetties. The public path wound along by the
river from the seaside town close by and on into the countryside. The house to
the right of Nate and Evan’s place was occupied by a small family, but the
house to the left had been empty and for sale all year.
The roar of a large van engine broke
the hot, morning silence as it turned into the street and thumped over each
speed hump in the road, until it drew up in front of the empty house next door.
Nate gave the van a cursory glance,
but Evan leaned on his spade and watched as two men leapt out of each side of
the van. He read the name of a removal firm and their logo emblazoned across
the side of the vehicle and discovered it was from a city in the north of the
state. It piqued his interest, so he continued with his unashamed staring.
The men who’d alighted from the cab
walked to the back of the van and opened its double doors, just as a pale blue,
old model Mustang drove up and parked a short distance away.
A young woman got out of the Mustang.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014
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