I’ve been bouncing in excitement over the release of
WOUNDED ANGEL, while at the same time slaving away over edits for DANGEROUS
ANGEL, the final book in The Earth Angels series. Maybe it’s because of this that I’ve decided
to show off a little bit of both books today.
Enjoy!
EXCERPT FROM WOUNDED ANGEL:
“It’s really not
that big a deal.” But he limped in a pitiable way as he moved to the table. Hopping
up wasn’t required. All he had to do was settle back onto it like it was no
more than a barstool. “There’s no need to go to so much fuss, you know. You
didn’t kick me that hard.”
“Yes I did, but
that’s your fault, not mine.”
He blinked as
she dug into the cart and came up with gloves for herself and a rolled-up,
self-adhering elastic bandage for him. So much for trying to ease her conscience.
“Excuse me?”
“You picked me
up.”
“So?”
“So, I wasn’t
expecting that.”
“I thought you
said for me to give it my all or you’d kick my butt out of class.”
“All I wanted
from you was a demonstration of a hold like a bear hug.” She turned to him as
she removed the bandage from its package. “I believe my exact words were for
you to put your arms around me. Not once did I say, ‘Toss me up into the air as
if I’m a three year old.’”
“I didn’t want
to do it in the first place, so I wasn’t exactly hanging on your every word.” And
he hadn’t wanted to do it. Making like a nightmare that might lurk in this
woman’s past rated on his Things To Do list just below setting his hair on
fire.
Her huffy sigh
carried a world of straining patience. “For purposes of teaching the basics of
how to deal with an attack from behind, I needed a partner to act out the part,
step-by-step. When you decided to improvise and show off how muscly you are
with that hard body of yours, I hit the fast-forward button on the defensive
moves and reacted instinctively. The result—no one really learned anything
while I get to wrap up your knee like a mummy.”
Nate watched as
she bent, caught his foot up, and wedged it between her knees. He froze while
his imagination went wild as he stared at where they came into physical
contact. With one move off the exam table, he could easily slide his leg
between hers. He’d do it slowly, not to scare her but to entice her, and he’d
enjoy the friction of it as his thigh parted hers, the slender columns of her
legs sandwiching his in a warm embrace of need and hunger. He’d run his hands
down her back to cup her lean little ass to encourage her to ride along the
length of his leg. He wouldn’t stop as the warmth of the friction-created heat
bloomed at the juncture of her thighs, and she would rock against him until
that heat became an all-out blaze and she was moaning for more…
“…hurt you, I’m
truly sorry for that.”
His skin flushed
and tightened until he was the one who wanted to moan with the sweet pain of it.
“You think I’ve got a hard body?”
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| Chicago, the location for WOUNDED ANGEL |
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Oh, Nate. You
silly man. ;)
The next little tidbit I’d like to share today comes
from the project I’m editing now, so fair warning—it might not appear exactly like this
in the final manuscript. Here’s a small snippet
between the heroine, Nikita Tesoro and a character introduced in WOUNDED ANGEL, Kyle (the
hero in DANGEROUS ANGEL).
To set it up this scene… Kyle and Nikita, rival bounty hunters, have known each other for years and had been striking sparks off each other every step of the way. Set in Miami, Kyle has dropped in unannounced while Nikita's topless-sunbathing on the roof of her RV, and it's made her, shall we say, a tad grumpy…
To set it up this scene… Kyle and Nikita, rival bounty hunters, have known each other for years and had been striking sparks off each other every step of the way. Set in Miami, Kyle has dropped in unannounced while Nikita's topless-sunbathing on the roof of her RV, and it's made her, shall we say, a tad grumpy…
EXCERPT FROM DANGEROUS ANGEL (releasing 3/31/14):
Any pissed-off cat would have been proud of the hiss Nikita
unleashed. “Why would I be asleep at this time of day? It’s almost noon.”
“Don’t you believe in naps? Wow, I don’t know if we can be friends
if you don’t believe in naps. What are your thoughts on naps, now that we’re on
the subject?”
She dragged a hand through the wild tangle of her ocean-salted,
now-dry hair. When Kyle was in this bouncy-playful kind of mood, he was too
delicious to be resisted. Her only defense against losing control over the situation
could be just one thing—death threats. “Don’t make me come down there and kill
you, cabron.”
“Did you know that with your hair flowing all over the place like
that, you sort of look like my idea of a Cuban Rapunzel?”
ADHD, thy name is Kyle. “You know I don’t like to be disturbed. Remember that one night when
you knocked on my window to bug me about catching that slimy wife-beating jump?
Remember how I tased you for your efforts?”
“Yeah, that was a lovely little jolt of electricity you gifted me
with. Made me so tingly I felt like I was walking on air. Or maybe that was
just seeing you in a nightie.”
“I don’t wear nighties, I wear big T-shirts to bed.” Or nothing at
all, but no way in hell was she going to let him know that.
“Are you sure?” His brows drew together doubtfully. “I distinctly
remember a nightie with lots of frills and lace. You looked great in it, by the
way.”
Oh, my God. “The way your brain works is one of the great mysteries of
life.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t
a compliment."
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| Miami, the location for DANGEROUS ANGEL |
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