Tuesday Tales – Savage

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales!  Today’s word prompt is “savage”.  We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance.  When we left last week, Gideon was rushing a poisoned Emma to his home to save her.  Will he make it? 

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The frigid savage night wind whipped around Gideon as he shuffled quickly through the dark alleys of London.  He kept the lifeless Emma clutched close to him as he wove through the streets.  His hand brushed her arm.  Her skin was growing deathly cold.  He had no time to waste.

He shoved through the door of his town house, breathing in the warm air as he gently laid her on his bed.  He dashed to his work bench, gathering the items he needed for the healing potion.  He lit a candle then after tugging on a pair of thick, leather gloves, poured the allotted amounts of each substance into a jar.  He warmed the glass with the candle until the contents turned into a thick green liquid.  He poured the potion into a mug then returned to her side.

Carefully propping Emma’s fragile frame in his arms, Gideon pressed the rim of the cup to her lips, tipping it back until a bit of the liquid touched her tongue.  He gave her a bit more.  Then just a bit more.  Suddenly her limp body came to life and she began to drink.  He helped her finish the mug then laid her back down, tucking the comforter around her to keep her warm.

Gideon stoked the fire in the fireplace then slumped into a nearby chair to watch her sleep.  Emma betrayed him.  Then she confessed to Katarina that she loved him.  He didn’t know whether he could put his trust in her.  He reached behind him for the throw draped on his chair then wrapped it around himself.  He studied her.  She would be asleep for quite a while as her body freed itself of the poison.  When she woke and was strong, he would get some answers from her.  No matter what it took.

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Seduced by The Game ~ A Charity Anthology

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And now for an excerpt from V.L. Locey, one of the authors of Seduced by The Game ~ A Charity Anthology.  WARNING…it is an M/M excerpt that contains a bit of adult language.  If you are sensitive to that sort of thing, best to stop here.

Turns out the Kaufmann Clock was this old, gold clock with naked Grecian men on either side of it. It`s a damned impressive clock that is a Pittsburgh landmark I would learn later. It seems that it is quite the thing to meet someone under this over one hundred year old clock. It was where I found Cam, bundled up in a thick blue parka, sipping a hot beverage. The corner of Fifth Avenue and Smithfield Street was pretty quiet. I pulled up in front of Macy`s, parked, then jogged over to Cameron.

“You could have picked somewhere warmer to meet,” I said. Cam began walking. I fell in beside him.

“Like where?” the man asked, his face nearly concealed by the huge hood over his head. “Tell me one damned place in this town that we could meet to talk without someone knowing it was us.”

I padded along beside him with no reply for his comment. He was right. Everyone knew his face in ‘The Burgh’. The longer we walked the more I accepted that I would freeze to death. We made two complete laps in total silence. Cam stopped to drop his empty coffee cup into a trash can. We stood under a street light, our breath twin clouds of steam hovering in front of us.

“You have to understand that this . . . I don`t know how to go about . . . shit.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his parka. Again we started walking.

“Look man, if I knew for sure what we were dealing with, maybe I could help a little better,” I said. A biracial couple hurried past us. I burrowed into my flimsy coat until all that stuck out of the collar were my eyes.

“I have a daughter. She`s a senior in high school.”

“Awesome,” I mumbled into my coat. My forehead was extremely cold. Like ice cream eaten too fast cold. We kept walking that block.

“She is awesome.” I peeked over at him. I wished he would drop that fucking hood so I could see his face. “And not aware of how things were with her mother and me.”

“How things were or how you were pretending they were?” I chanced it. What the hell? He would either slug me, call me a mother-fucker, or stalk off. Whatever happened it had to be better than roaming around this fucking city block when the temperature was a balmy four degrees. “I mean, that is what your dancing around, right? That you`re so far back in the closet you just discovered Narnia? Why not just admit that much to yourself before we both succumb to fucking hypothermia.”

I should have known that Cameron Evans was a man of action. I mean, I followed his career all though my school years. He was fast. My back was against the wall under that old clock before I could register the shove. Cam then got all sorts of in my face. I did not raise my hands. His angry exhalation was flavored with vanilla.

“Are you calling me a queer?” I shrugged one shoulder.

“I call them as I see them. Now, you can either step off or you can kiss me.” I threw the challenge out without a second thought. I stared into the shelter of his hood, finding his dark eyes in the shadows. They flickered down to my blue lips. “Whatever you decide to do, do it fast. I`m cold, tired, and hungry.”

He did. He captured my mouth with a kiss so aggressive my teeth ground into my lips. Yeah. This was it. This was what I had been pushing him to do . . . hoping he would do. His hands slapped to the wall on either side of my head. I grabbed his hooded head then ran my tongue over his bottom lip. The tempting taste of his latte lingered on his tongue. Then he lost the fingertip hold he had found on the slippery slope of sexual honesty. Cam stumbled backwards. I remained flat to the wall, my lips warmed nicely. He threw horrified looks up then down the street.

“Cam, man, it`s okay. It is okay to kiss a dude on the street. It is totally acceptable.”

“No one knows.” He pulled his hood even further over his face.

“Then tell them. Go to your daughter, tell her. Tell your ex-wife, unless she already knows?”

“No, she doesn`t know, but she suspected. I need more time to . . . think this through.”

“Cam, don`t you think you`ve lived a lie long enough, dude?” I asked as he retreated further into his parka.

“It`s so much easier to hide in the dark,” he murmured then he left me under the clock, back flat to the wall, lips tender from our kiss.

 

Tuesday Tales – Lemon

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales!  Today’s word prompt is “lemon”.  We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance.  When we left last week, Emma was trapped in Gideon’s humidor.  Will she die? 

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Gideon watched through the crack in the door as Katarina and the two men descend the staircase.  Once they disappeared he slipped through the doorway and silently approached the humming humidor.  His heart raced in terror.  Emma was inside.  Dying.  And he built this contraption to be indestructible.

Except for one sensitive spot.  Gideon created each piece of the humidor by hand.  He even blew the glass for the window.  But as hard as he tried, the glass never came out strong enough to withstand a blow.  There was always a weak spot.

He reached down to his boot and pulled free the pistol he kept there since he began walking Emma home.  He quickly scanned the glass then aimed and fired.  The glass shattered into thousands of shards.  The humidor quickly died and the door popped open.

Gideon held his breath as he stepped inside, finding Emma slumped lifeless on the floor.  He scooped her into his arms and carried her to fresh air.  He searched for breath or a heartbeat.  Both were weak.  He cradled her safely in his arms before he snuck back into the servant’s staircase and descended to the main floor.

He scanned the corridors for signs of life.  He pondered the situation.  He needed to get home quickly.  He could brew the remedy to the poison there.  But carrying an unconscious woman through the streets of London would attract attention he could not afford.

His eyes fell on a lemon colored throw draped on the back of a chaise lounge in the library.  He scuttled across the corridor then set Emma down on the chaise long enough to secure the blanket around her.  Once she was bundled inside he gathered her in his arms and hurried through the servant’s quarters until he was outside.  Holding Emma close he stole through the midnight black towards his home.

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Sneak Peek Sunday

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I missed last Sunday’s Sneak Peek and I was bummed.  I am so excited to share another excerpt of Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Series #2).  My last two posts have been about our bad boy MMA fighter, Rico Choate.  Now, it’s about time to meet our beautiful, strong heroine…

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He stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee and other trinkets. Another set of shelves were lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and overstuffed chairs were scattered among tables with mismatched chairs. Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his presence. He laughed. I might just have to get a date or two before I leave.

Rico sauntered to the counter where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order. After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then glanced up behind the counter.

He lost his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he believed in was love at first sight. But at the moment he was a true convert.

The barista behind the counter barely came to his chest and he was six foot, one inch. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around her shoulders. Her frame was small with the most perfect curves in all the right places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him to hand him the cup of coffee, her eyes glittered a clear, sapphire blue. She set the cup of coffee on the counter with a smile. Then she turned to fulfill the next order.

She never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His picture was on posters, in magazines.

And she didn’t say one word. He was baffled. He picked up the cup and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he parked his truck at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number from any of the women in the shop.

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Tuesday Tales – Hug

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales!  Today’s word prompt is “hug”.  We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance.  When we left last week, Gideon found Sophia’s murder, but also found out she was unfaithful.  Will he confront Emma?  Let’s find out!!

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The Hellwig mansion was deserted.  Not a single soul fluttered about on one of Katarina’s whims.  The way the shadows hugged the walls of the darkened rooms made the house seem haunted.  Gideon shuddered as he sprinted up the grand staircase.

He stopped as he reached the final flight of steps leading to the library.  Voices floated down to him.  He slipped to the servant staircase and ascended silently.  He spied out through the crack in the door.

Katarina paced the floor before the large spider web window.  Emma was restrained in a bear hug by another of Katarina’s thugs.  She could not move a limb.  Gideon glanced to the humidor.  The door was open and the interior glowed an eerie green.  The poison had already been placed into the contraption.

“It seems my new toy needs to be tested,” Katarina proclaimed.  She spun at Emma.  “You have not been the good, faithful servant you promised to be, my dear.”

“I coerced Gideon to build the humidor.  Those were your wishes.”

“Yes, but I had rules.  Did I not?”

A slow, evil grin spread across Emma’s face.  She tossed her long, blonde locks then winced as the henchman tightened his hold.  “Kill me.  I have nothing else to live for.   But I must thank you, Katarina, for fulfilling your promise.  You told me you would find a husband for me.  You did.  Unfortunately, I lost him before I could tell him how much I loved him. Your lies took care of that.”

Katarina swept across the scarlet carpet until her nose pressed against Emma’s.  “I demanded that you not fall in love with him or he with you.  Bed him if you must.  But no love.  Gideon Alexander belongs to me.  I have worked a long time to possess the man.  I had his wife’s lover murder her so I could have him.  Then the man became a recluse.  Now once my husband is dead he will be mine.”

“Gideon has a good, pure heart.  He could never love a black hearted woman such as yourself.”

“Once his contraption implicates him for my husband’s murder I will be his only salvation from the hangman’s noose.”

“Gideon would hang before he would choose you.”

“You need not worry, my dear.  You will not be alive to see it.”  Katarina cocked her head towards the humidor.  The thug shoved Emma inside the wood box.  It suddenly came alive with a moan of gears.  The green mist slowly thickened into a fog that snaked around Emma’s screaming body.  The room was silenced as the door slammed closed on its own.  The click of a lock was the only sound.

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Tuesday Tales – Mirror Picture Prompt

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales!  Today we have a picture prompt – a mirror.  We are back with our untitled Steampunk romance.  When we left last week, Gideon discovered Emma’s betrayal.  What will he do now?  Let’s find out!!

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Gideon stormed through the streets of London as his temper raged.  When had he let Emma under his skin?  He desired her, he fell in love with her.  And the whole time she was leading him to murder.

When his anger subsided he found himself at the tavern door.  Several stiff drinks would drive Emma from his mind.  He opened the door, stepped inside and slumped onto a barstool.  The barkeep scuttled off to get his liquor.

Gideon fixed his eyes on the mirror behind the bar as he waited.  His gaze traced the graceful silver curls of the frame.  His focus never wavered as he grasped the glass of absinthe and swallowed it.

That was when he saw it in the reflection of the glass.  He spun to get a closer look.  Behind him sat Katarina’s thugs.  One held the silk red rose that Gideon made for Sophia.  The bastard had killed his precious wife.  He rose from his stool and settled at a nearby table to attack.

“Where did you get that?” the other ruffian inquired.

“Sophia gave it to me one morning when I rose from her bed.  I was fascinated so she gave it to me.  It is a shame I had to kill her.  Katarina paid me handsomely to do so though.”

“And your son?”

“With my family in the country.  That imbecile believed Toby was his.  Sophia had to summon him to her to hide the fact I fathered the child.  I shared her bed from the day he left to serve until the day I took her life.”

Gideon’s blood turned to ice.  Sophia, his Sophia, was unfaithful?  She said she loved him.  The evidence in the man’s hand proved otherwise.

Instinct demanded the thug’s blood, demanded revenge.  He slowly exhaled.  No amount of alcohol would take away the betrayal of two women.  He slammed his fist on the table and rose.  He might not be able to get answers from Sophia.  He would get them from Emma.

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Sunday Sneak Peak

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Happy Sunday Everyone!

I am super excited to share more of my current WIP, Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Series 2).  If you thought Rico was full of himself before, you haven’t seen anything yet.  Just the perfect bad boy to be humbled by a beautiful, strong woman…right? 

But before we get to our incredible heroine, let’s get a little more of our bad boy.  Don’t forget to stop by the other blogs and check out the excerpts from the other wonderful Sunday Sneak Peek Authors!!

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He hopped up the outside staircase of the apartment building two steps at a time.  He frowned as he stopped at their peak.  It took a moment to remember which apartment his bedmate from last night lived in.  He ran his hands through his thick, dark brown hair.  With a sexy grin and confident swagger he strode down the hall and knocked on the door.

A small, curvy redhead wrapped in a silk emerald green robe that matched her eyes leaned against the door.  She fluttered her thick eyelashes as she gazed at him.  “Hey, Rico.  Just get done at the gym?’

“Pretty much.  Just stopped for a bite to eat.”

The girl moaned softly as her eyes fluttered shut.  Imagining me hot and sweaty no doubt, muscles rippling as I spar with my opponent.  “And you’re here for?”

“It seems I left my gloves.  Just here to get them.”

“Are you sure that is all you are here for?”  The redhead slid a stray finger across her chest, revealing a tantalizing amount of cleavage and a small slip of lace that matched her bathrobe.

“Absolutely.”

Her eyes popped open surprised.  She smiled slyly again.  “You sure you aren’t here for an encore of last night?  It was incredible.”

Rico gently laid his hands on her shoulders.  “That it was.  But I’m not interested in an encore, sweetheart.  All I want are my gloves.”

She frowned at him.  “You’re not interested in me?  What about what you said at the club?  You told me I was beautiful and that any man would be lucky to have me.”

“You are beautiful.  And I certainly was lucky to have you last night.  But one night was all I wanted from you.  Would you have had sex with me if I told you it was a one night deal?”

She gasped indignant.  Her hand shot across his face like lightning.  Rico gripped his chin as he winced.  She could hit harder than half the guys he met in the octagon.  The slap was followed with a litany of curse word that would make a trucker blush.  Rico analyzed the furious little creature.  Her spitfire was nearly enough to convince him want to stay one more night.  If he did it certainly would be interesting.

The barrage of foul words were finished with the slam of the door.  Before Rico could respond, it was opened a crack and the gloves were thrown into the hall.  He stooped down to pick them up then hurried down the stairs to his truck.

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Tuesday Tales – Nudge

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s once again time for Tuesday Tales!  Today’s word prompt is “nudge” and we are back with our untitled Steampunk romance.  When we left last week, Gideon and Emma had just finished the humidor.  What will Katarina think?  Let’s find out!!

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The two men who struggled the humidor to Katarina’s library gave Gideon an ill feeling.  He could not imagine a lady of her standing acquainting herself with such ruffians.  He searched for Emma against the blazing sunset that burned through the spider web window.  Her beautiful shadow was hidden in a corner.  He chuckled to himself.  Tonight her shadow would darken his bed also.

Katarina beamed as the men nudged the humidor into its final place.  It looked regal and magnificent with its dark stained wood and red leather.  Little did anyone but the occupants of this room know that it was a death trap.

“Show me how it works,” Katarina demanded.

Gideon strode to the door of the humidor and opened it.  “When someone steps inside the door will seal itself closed.  The chamber will become airtight.  However, to hasten the death of the occupant along, a fog of this poison will release killing them in moments”.  He held up a vial of green, iridescent liquid.

Katarina snatched it quickly from his hand and replaced it with a crimson velvet satchel.  By the weight of it he surmised it was his pay. “Good work, Captain Alexander.”

“Thank you.”  He nodded to the beauty in the corner.  “Emma’s help has been invaluable.”

Katarina’s laugh was icy.  “I agree.  I could not have done this without Emma.”

“Done what?” he inquired.

“Persuade such an honest, good man as yourself to kill.”

Gideon’s face darkened.  “Persuade me to kill?”

“Yes.  She was sent to you every day with one command – to do whatever it took to convince you to obey my wishes.  Even seduce you.”

Gideon’s glare snapped to Emma.  She curled herself into the depths of the corner, hiding from his anger.  His face twisted in fury.

“Thank you for your service, Captain Alexander,” Katarina purred.  “You are dismissed.”

Gideon’s eyes shot from Katarina to Emma.  Without a word he stormed down the staircase leaving them both behind.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!

Being Irish, I love to celebrate this day.  I have since I was little.  I have my green on, my Irish Beef Stew is simmering in the crockpot and I am ready to celebrate!!

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The best way to celebrate is to give a present to YOU!  Comment below to win e-book copies of each of the Black Irish Series – Black Irish, Heartland and The Troubles!!  I will draw later on tonight.  Good luck!!

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If you want to hear me talk about the Black Irish Series and one of my favorite alpha males, Sloan O’Riley, tune in to The Hummingbird Place tonight at 6:00 pm CST.  We’ll be talking all books Irish!!  Join us!! http://blogtalkradio.com/hummingbirdplace

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For my readers over 21, I have an extra surprise for you.  When researching the name Black Irish on Google, I found movies, a band and an alcoholic drink!  My hubby and I have tweaked the recipe – here’s to a very Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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2 shots Irish Whiskey (we like 2 Gingers)

1 shot Kahlua

1 cup coffee ice cream

1/2 cup ice cubes

Mix all the ingredients in a blender and combine until milkshake consistency  A word of warning – this is a VERY strong drink!!

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Sunday Sneak Peek

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Hey everyone!  It is time for my Sunday Sneak Peek again!  Admittedly, last week didn’t feel like a sneak peek.  Breaking the Cycle has been published for two months. 

When I published Breaking the Cycle, I got lots of great feedback.  One major question was would there be a sequel.  I also heard just how much readers loved one of my secondary characters, Rico.  Would they get to learn more about Rico?

Well, ladies and gents – I have great news!!  My Sunday Sneak Peek is the first six paragraphs of my newest WIP, the sequel to Breaking the Cycle – Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Series #2).  And who is our hero?  Rico!

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The brilliant sunlight glaring down on the white pavement of I-494 was nearly blinding.  Rico reached across the bench seat of his truck, grabbing his sunglasses.  He slid them over his eyes, the speed of his vehicle never slowing.  Everything was one fluid motion just like it was in the octagon.  He grinned, his smile as dazzling as the summer highway.  I am just that incredible.

He glanced at the clock embedded in the dashboard.  He was late.  The drywall he waited on started the backlog of his day.  He hurried as fast as he could while still doing the best job he could.  Of course, his work was flawless.  Like I said.  Incredible.

However, this was not the day to be late to Hard Drive.  His sparring partner and one of his best friends, Max, was out of town negotiating their next big fight.  Rico growled.  Many of the guys at the gym hated fight camp.  He and Max loved it.  He couldn’t wait to get started.  He already began eating better and amped his training.  When Max got home they would get ready for war together.

While Max was gone it left Chloe, his wife and co-owner of Hard Drive with him, alone and in charge.  Rico promised them both he would help her when she needed.  He was supposed to be there to lead class in ten minutes.  The gym was at least fifteen minutes away.  He slid his truck between two cars and pressed the gas to the floor.

He barely slid the vehicle into park and ripped the key from the ignition before he grabbed his bag and jogged into the gym.  He let go a sigh of relief as his eyes fell on Mark warming up the kickboxing class.  The big man waved tiredly in Rico’s direction before he turned to correct a student’s cross.  Rico tugged his shoes off.

“About time.”

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