I have to apologize. I left last week’s as a cliff hanger but I am so excited to share this excerpt. It’s part of an anthology featuring strong heroines. I promise to get back to Gideon and Emma very soon!
Jade shuddered at the sound of his voice. The melody sent a surge of electricity through her veins she never felt before. It set her heart off like a stampede. Not what she needed as she wove through the people that flocked the streets of Tokyo. “Yes, Mr. Clark?”
“The building you need is one block up then turn to the right. It’ll be three blocks further.”
Jade pressed against the earpiece as she dodged a potentially lethal elbow. “Thank you.”
“And Agent Monroe?”
“Thanks for having sushi with me last night. It was wonderful.”
Jade fought back a shiver. “Yeah, it was great.”
Her thoughts took over as she picked up her pace. The debriefing for this mission took longer than anticipated. Lucas Clark was hardly ever involved with any missions the Agency doled out. He was the tech geek, spending more time rebooting computers around the building and updating software than getting involved with the agents.
But the stolen information Jade was retrieving was buried deep in a server somewhere in downtown Tokyo. Lucas had found it and was the only one who knew how to retrieve it.
He was the quintessential computer nerd –tall, lanky, thick rimmed hipster glasses and the unruly thick mop of dark hair. He was teased by the guys in the Agency and the girls never gave him the time of day. He seemed lonely in his office in the basement.
After the debriefing, he shyly asked Jade to go out for sushi with him. She accepted. There was always something about Lucas. She thought he was adorable. Once they were dismissed they headed to the restaurant down the street. Sushi led to sake bombs. After one a piece he loosened up with her. They talked for hours.
By the third sake bomb, she was naked beneath him in his bed. Beneath those ties and dress shirts was a body that put every fashion model she ever saw to shame. Lean and muscular he had the physique of a boxer. His touch was soft but firm. His kisses were velvet. What he did to her in his bed had her begging for more. Everything he did turned her into jelly in his arms.
There was his voice again. It sent sweet tremors through her. “Uh huh?”
“You missed your turn.”
Shit. “The sidewalk is crowded. I couldn’t get through. I’m doubling back now.”
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “wood”. We’re back with Gideon and Emma in my Steampunk tale.
Katarina’s smile was pure evil. “Are you here to see me give my gift to my husband?”
Gideon smirked back to her, an equal amount sin in his grin. “Of course. I built it, did I not?”
General Hellwig’s face lit up excitedly. “You did? Edgar has told me what a great inventor you’ve become. I cannot wait to see what this is.”
“Soon, my dear,” Katarina grumbled.
Gideon could see the apprehension flicker in her eyes. A growl escaped her throat as he offered his arm to Emma. “Come, my love. Let’s have a quick dance before Katarina reveals the General’s gift.”
“Of course, my sweet.” Emma intertwined her arm with his as he led her to the floor. The crowd broke into pairs as the musicians picked up their instruments from where they were left on the floor. A waltz was accompanied by the patter of footsteps gliding along the wood floor. He held her close as they swayed to the music. It wasn’t difficult to tell she was distracted.
“Emma, what is it?” Gideon coaxed.
She didn’t answer. Instead she pulled from his grasp then wrapped her arms around him. She dove her lips against his, taking the first chance she had to deepen it. He groaned as he held her tight against him.
He smiled at the end of the kiss. “What was that for?”
Emma glared away from him. He looked up to see the silent war waged between her and Katarina. The older woman was furious. He chuckled. “Emma.”
“I know she wants me dead. She needs to realize who you belong to. You are mine, not hers.”
“Is that so?”
Emma stared at her, the anger draining from her face. “Well…I thought…I did not realize…”
Gideon laughed as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I am glad we are on the same page. Yes, love. I am only yours. And you are only mine.”
“Everyone, it is time!” Katarina interrupted. “Please follow me into the study. Gideon, I believe you should have a front row seat to witness my husband’s fully functioning humidor.”
The ballroom fell hushed at the sight of Gideon, Emma and Edgar. Every head turned as a voice rang out over the crowd. “Gideon, my boy! And Edgar, too.”
General Hellwig parted the crowd as the crossed the ballroom to the trio. He threw his arms around Gideon in a bear hug. Gideon allowed his guard to drop for a moment. This man had been like a father to him while he served. As he pulled free from the embrace he glanced around. The crowd of merry markers had formed a circle around them. “It is good to see you, sir.”
“It is wonderful to see you. It’s been too long since you left that house. I was afraid you passed amongst your books and inventions.” The General turned to Edgar and shook his hand emphatically. “It is good to see you too, Edgar. You kept true to your word. You did get him out.”
Edgar grinned. “That I did, sir.”
General Hellwig turned to Emma nestled at Gideon’s side. “And you found yourself a lass. I hope this means you are done mourning Sophia.”
Gideon wrapped his hand around her’s. “That I have.”
The General took Emma’s free hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Well, my lady, you are a blessing. I worried about him. I am glad to see him find new love.”
The entire assembly turned to see Katarina sashaying through the crowd. The large, gaudy, scarlet gown brushed the floor with each step. Her face was painted with heavy powder making her complexion ghostly white. She stopped at her husband’s side and wrapped her hands around his bicep before she continued. “You remember my maid, Emma? Dearest child, I thought you were dead.”
Emma tightened her hold on Gideon’s hand as she curled closer. Katarina met Gideon’s glare. “Gideon.”
His heart raged as his eyes narrowed. “Katarina.”
Abbey couldn’t believe he was gay. She nearly ran away from her dreams of being a children’s book writer when she was introduced to her illustrator Sloan O’Riley, a dark, sensual Irishman with incredible blue eyes. He certainly couldn’t be good for Abbey’s relationship with her boyfriend back in Iowa. How could she stay in New York and work with the sinfully sexy Sloan even if he was gay? And when Sloan is threatened with deportation, how far would Abbey go to keep him in the U.S.?
Sloan was forced to tell a little white lie. He had no choice. He couldn’t let the sweet, beautiful, Abbey Wright flee from his life—not without a chance to explore the sudden desire he felt for her. But what would Abbey do if she ever discovered the truth about Sloan’s sexuality—or learned the deeper, darker secret he’s been hiding?
Excerpt One – PG:
Sloan watched from a distance as Aubrey fought to keep Abbey from dashing away, a frightened doe in the terrifying forest named New York. Apparently, up to this point, the vicious predators of the city hadn’t sent her fleeing home.
Until he entered her world, obviously.
Sloan had to admit something about her alarmed him too. He knew many women and had been with many. At one time it had been a different one every few nights for months. But none of them like her. Innocent. Naïve. True. Or so she seemed at first glance.
He couldn’t pull away from her wide-eyed hazel gaze. He wanted to free her shining brown tresses from her ponytail and bury his fingers in the locks. He wanted to taste her plump rose-colored lips. He wanted to caress her curves, feel her warmth.
Sloan could hear Abbey beg for another illustrator. He heard Aubrey counter that there was none better. He was part of the deal, or there was no deal. She was ready to walk away from a contract potentially worth millions over a fear of him.
He wouldn’t let her do that. He wouldn’t let her leave his life before she ever became a part of it.
Sloan could hear Abbey beg for another illustrator. He heard Aubrey counter that there was none better. He was part of the deal, or there was no deal. She was ready to walk away from a contract potentially worth millions over a fear of him. He wouldn’t let her do that. He wouldn’t let her leave his life before she ever became a part of it.
Slowly approaching the two women at the end of the hall, Sloan asked, “Aubrey, can I have a moment please? Let us talk it out and see if we can come to an agreement.”
Aubrey looked uneasily from him to Abbey then nodded. “Sure.”
Sloan waited for Aubrey to return to the conference room. He shot a warning glare at the associates who had gathered to watch the scene unfold before turning his attention back to Abbey.
“What’s the matter, miss?” Sloan took Abbey’s hands in his as he smiled encouragingly.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re very talented. But I don’t think I would be comfortable working with you,” she confessed.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know.” He watched her gaze wander across him. He could have sworn he saw her shudder. “This whole thing is overwhelming. I don’t think it’s for me.”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
Abbey’s voice came out a soft moan. “I would certainly like to try.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry to waste your time, Mr. O’Riley.”
Sloan caught her hand in his before she could escape. “Then don’t waste my time.”
“Let me go.”
“Give me a legitimate reason why.”
Abbey’s mouth opened in protest then snapped shut. Finally she huffed. “I don’t need to.”
“I believe you do. If you leave, I lose fifty thousand dollars. So I think you owe me fifty thousand reasons.”
“Are you serious?”
“Reason one. You’re an ass.”
Sloan chuckled. It helped hide the burning lust building in his core. “You’ve got quite a mouth, lass.”
“I’m just getting started.”
“Does your man approve of such language?”
“My boyfriend…” Her words trailed off as her eyes grew wide. She ripped her hand from his grip as she looked away.
Ah. There it is. I hit the nerve. A boyfriend. Sloan silently berated himself. He should’ve known a woman so beautiful would have already given her heart to someone. He couldn’t, however, allow her to get away so quickly. He was almost willing to surrender to her naïve beauty alone. But after this hellion laid into him he wasn’t about to let her go.
Thinking quickly, Sloan pressed one of her hands to his lips. “No worries, luv. I’m no threat to you or this boyfriend of yours.”
He could hear her voice quake. “I never said you were a threat.”
“Then there isn’t a reason for you to go.”
Abbey paused. “Why exactly aren’t you a threat to us?”
He smirked. “I’m gay.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Seriously?”
“Yes, Abbey. Gay. You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”
“Is this all worth walking away from your dream?”
Abbey stared at him. A smile spread across her face. “No. Of course not.”
“So you will stay and undertake this project with me?”
“I would love to.”
“Then let’s go sign the contracts and get started.” Sloan motioned for her to precede him back to the conference room. He watched her walk before him, his gaze transfixed on her hips, her slim waist, and her luscious curves. So she believes I’m gay. I’ll go with it to keep her here. A little white lie. She’ll never know. At least not until I’m ready for her. And when that time comes, she’ll be mine.
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Snowflakes floated across the thick lead windows and settled on the cobble stone street. The sounds of laughter danced between the bright flickering candlelight. Carolers filled the streets with song. If the merrymakers were not journeying to celebrate the General’s birthday, they were reveling in the upcoming Christmastide.
Gideon huffed, leaving a small vapor cloud in its wake. The fact that Katarina was throwing her husband’s birthday during the holiday made what she was about even more sinister. And then to pin his death on me in front of all her guest. I would never escape.
He felt a small hand squeeze his. He glanced down into Emma’s eyes. A strand of hair escaped her hood and fluttered in the cold breeze. He couldn’t help but smile. I will stop Katarina. And then I will make this beautiful nymph mine forever.
“What trouble are you getting into tonight?” a deep voice behind them rumbled.
Gideon’s grin cracked wider. “Only the most nefarious kind, good sir. And you?”
Edgar chuckled. “I believe I’ll join you. Dastardly mischief appeals to me.” Edgar grew serious. “The humidor is in the middle of the ballroom, Gideon. There is no way to access it without being seen.”
Gideon turned the corner towards the mansion looming ahead of them in the dark. The windows twinkled with candles. Many of the guests mulled around outside in the courtyard before stepping inside for the festivities. He led Edgar and Emma up the walk much to the astonishment of those standing there. He winked at them as he reached for the brass knob of the front door. “Then, my friend. There is only one solution. We will be seen. I’m sure the General will be pleased to see his recluse soldier.”
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And my favorite is back!
The rerelease of Black Irish, published by Hartwood Publishing, will be out January 2016. A new Abbey, a new Sloan, and a new story!
And here is the cover!!
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Hey Everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Remember my old friends Gideon and Emma from my Steampunk Romance? They’re back! Our word this week is “evil”. Let’s see how I used it!
“So she’s finally putting her evil plan into motion?” Gideon questioned.
“That she is,” Edgar confirmed. “It took her workmen this long to replace the glass you shot out. Three died in the process. She has invited nearly all of London’s elite class to witness this. And she has made it abundantly clear who designed the humidor.”
“All the more reason I need to stop her.”
“I need to return to the city. You’ll be joining me soon?”
“In a couple of days, yes.”
“Very well. I will see you then.” Edgar waved his goodbyes before climbing into his own horseless carriage. It belched steam as it crawled up the road and out of sight. Gideon escorted Emma into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. He set the bottle of absinthe on the wood table before crossing to the fireplace.
“So what’s this magic you’re going to preform?” Emma queried.
Gideon winked at her. “Patience, my sweet love. Let me get the fire burning first. I believe you promised me that you would be naked the rest of the day and I don’t want your skin to chill.”
He knelt to stoke the embers into a blaze then crossed the room to the green bottle of liquor. He popped the stopper of the bottle then rummaged in the chest. He smiled when he found Emma at his side.
“What are you looking for?” she pried.
“This.” Gideon lifted his hand to reveal the brass spider.
She scooped its lifeless form from his palm. “You repaired him!”
“I’m not finished, my love.” He took a jar out of the chest and unscrewed the top. Dropping several drops of the green liquid into the jar, he stirred the contents with his fingers until it was a paste. He flipped open the hatch on the back of the spider and scraped a finger’s worth into the tiny reservoir.
Before he could closed the lid, the spider’s jeweled eyes fluttered to life. Emma gasped in surprise.
Hey everyone! Today my dear friend Jean Joachim is taking over my blog to talk about her new release, Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky . If you know me you know I have a soft spot in my heart for O-lineman since I raised one!
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TITLE – SLY “BULLHORN” BRODSKY
SERIES – FIRST & TEN
AUTHOR – Jean C. Joachim
GENRE – Contemporary/Sports Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – Nov. 16, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 66,900 words
PUBLISHER – Moonlight Books
COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique
Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky wished winning the heart of Samantha Drake was as easy as protecting his quarterback. A top offensive lineman in the NFL, Bull tried to live down his rep as a womanizer. Locker room chatter had elevated him to the level of “player” in more than football. But Samantha Drake, dark-haired, stunning sister of a teammate, didn’t want to have anything to do with him. Or did she?
On his best behavior, Bull pulled out all the stops to woo the reluctant beauty. He was making progress until a woman from his past reappeared. Tiffany, the one woman who broke his heart, is in trouble. Is Bull the only man who can help?
Samantha is overcoming her doubts about Bull until Tiffany arrives. Is the blonde really in hot water or does she just want another chance with the man she discarded?
Enjoy the return of your favorite First & Ten characters in this book, too. Surprises, twists, and football action scenes will keep you turning the pages.
“I’m grubby. I need a shower,” she said, pushing to her feet to glance in the mirror.
The next image to take over his mind was stepping into a steamy shower behind Samantha. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath, hoping his thoughts wouldn’t inspire an erection.
“You okay? Were the boxes too much?” Her dark, chocolate brown eyes held concern.
He laughed. “You kiddin’? That’s nothin’. I take down guys ten times that weight in every game. Geez. What do you think? I’m a pussy or something?”
She made a face.
“Sorry. I need to clean up my words.” He sensed color in his face. He’d never had a girlfriend like Samantha Drake. She was smart, beautiful, and nice. She did volunteer work at the New Life Shelter for battered women and kids. But she wasn’t his girlfriend, only a friend. With no benefits. He sighed.
“My brother, Devon, talks like that too. You’d think football players never went to college.” She handed him a cold bottle of water.
He downed the liquid. “What’s next?”
She turned around in the room and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “Bed, books, clothes, rocking chair. Hmm. How many boxes are still in the car?”
“Then that’s it. The place looks pretty empty.” She perched on the mattress, tucking her feet under her.
“You’ll have it furnished before you know it. Come on. I’m gonna bring those boxes up then take you out to dinner.”
“Thanks. Be right back.” Her thousand-watt smile turned his innards to jelly.
He sat in the rocking chair while Samantha washed the dirt off her luscious body. Or what he assumed was luscious. Sylvester “Bullhorn” Brodsky, known to his teammates as “Bull,” had the hots for Samantha Drake, and it was keeping him up nights. While he waited for her to want him back, his imagination ran through a half dozen things he’d like to do to her under the warming spray of hot water. She was a little slip of a thing, and he was huge. Six foot three inches tall and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, the offensive lineman could lift her up with one hand.
1. Denial of their physical attraction crumbled in the dead of the night, when truth can’t be easily sidestepped. She’d noticed him the first time he’d passed in the hallway. Then the second time, when on a search for her brother, she’d spied Sly draped in nothing but a towel in the locker room. Embarrassment had filled her cheeks as she’d scurried outside to wait for Devon. The lineman had simply laughed, showing no modesty at all.
Sly Brodsky. Bull. Did she want him? Sam smiled to herself. Of course, she did. But she wasn’t about to tell anyone, especially him. She could barely admit it to herself. He appeared content to wait, which was fine with her. She enjoyed being in control. Still, to be honest, she wouldn’t make him wait forever. Only as long as she could stand to back away, even when she longed to lose herself in his arms and let him take her home.
2. Bull shifted his weight. Blood rushed to his face, and his palms sweated. “This friend thing is great. But I’m interested in more than that. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“Maybe. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She tilted her head back to make eye contact.
“Nope. I haven’t dated anyone more than a couple of times in a long time.”
“Huh? I’m surprised. Thought football players had women crawling all over them.”
“Not the kind of women I want. I’m looking for a real woman, not a hook-up.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And what’s a ‘real woman’ like?”
“One-of-a-kind, like you.”
BARNES & NOBLE
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Hi everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Remember my old friends Gideon and Emma from my Steampunk Romance? They’re back! Our word this week is “gold”. Let’s see how I used it!
The morning sun pooled on the wood floor like melted gold. Gideon tugged on one boot then the other. The shift of the bed was followed by a touch that sent a jolt through him. He turned to look in Emma’s sleepy eyes.
“Are you leaving me?” she breathed.
“Absolutely not. Quite the opposite. We have company arriving. I can meet them outside if you wish not to dress.”
“Who is visiting?”
“Edgar. He is bringing something to me. Hopefully he will have news about Katarina and the humidor also.”
Emma tossed the covers off her and hopped off the mattress. Gideon chuckled. “I take it you’re getting dressed?”
Emma’s gaze was pure sin. “Only to get undressed again when Edgar leaves.”
A growl escaped Gideon’s throat. “I am all right with that.”
The crunch of snow and the whistle of steam outside distracted him. He stood, pulled the half naked Emma to him for a slow, deep kiss then slipped on his coat. He stepped outside into the cold.
Edgar was bent across the seat of his carriage in search of something. With a grin, he climbed the steps and handed the bottle to Gideon. “Only the best for you, friend.”
Gideon stared down at the emerald green bottle on absinthe. “Thank you.”
The door opened again and shut. “You had Edgar come all this way for alcohol?” Emma questioned indignantly.
Gideon held the bottle up. “My love, I am going to make magic happen with this.”
She kissed him. “We have been making magic happen without it.”
“The journey is not a total loss, Emma.” Edgar smiled at her. “I have news. Katarina has planned a birthday celebration for her husband a week from Saturday. At that time she will present him with the humidor. It looks like your return to London is nigh.”