#MidWeekTease ~ “I have a job to do.” #CanadianMuscle

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This week’s tease comes from the 2nd Canadian Muscle story, Guarding His Anchor.

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He exited Charlotte’s office, then headed out the back door and around the corner. He took the stairs to his temporary home, let himself in, and came face to face with two of his best buddies.

But the glares on Marc and Gavin’s faces were anything but friendly. Movement from the corner of the room caught his attention, and Shree stepped into the light, arms crossed, and daggers shooting from her eyes.

Aw, hell.

Let the interrogation he’d been expecting begin.

“I need answers, Frank. A lot of them.”

Frank sighed, closed the door behind him, and headed to the fridge. He withdrew a beer and held one up in offer one to them, which they all declined. After opening the tab, he lifted it and consumed half of it in a couple deep gulps.

He snatched a kitchen chair, turned it, and straddled it, resting his arms over the back. “Let me have it.”

“Why did you come back like this? No forewarning, nothing?” Shree ranted, pacing between him and the sofa where her husband sat. “Charlie deserves better. And going after Sean?”

“Shree, honey,” Gavin interrupted.

“Don’t honey me. This is bogus bullshit. It has to be. Gavin, you’ve known Sean most of your life. You can’t believe he’d shoot Frank.”

“People change.” Gavin glowered. “I hate to say it, but based on the info Frank’s given us, and what I’ve received from my contacts, he’s way under. I don’t think there’s any coming back for him.” Sadness coiled in Gavin’s eyes but disappeared when he caught Frank’s gaze on him.

Frank remained mum. He’d stated his case and given the evidence he had—there wasn’t much else to say. No one else had been there, had stared into the dead eyes of Sean Weber. The man was gone. Completely. A stone-cold killer lived behind that emptiness. Frank had seen it before when he was in the Army. The terrorists he’d once fought against. The destruction of battle, losing children and souls, had him transferring and moving from New Brunswick to the United States at the first opportunity. To change his profession, become an FBI agent to help from home base to stop the bastards and threats to nations, was why he’d wanted to join the bureau.

He’d crossed the border to make a difference. It was a bonus to have citizenship status in Canada, too. The bureau used him in each country, taking advantage of his logic and profiling instincts to the max. Frank was proud of what he’d accomplished in his forty-two years. He’d never turn his back on the job.

“I’m sorry, guys, but the real sad thing of this is Charlie,” Marc argued, fury in his eyes. “I don’t like this back and forth anymore, man. You”—he pointed a finger at Frank—“are not here to see what she goes through after you leave. The sadness takes longer and longer to bounce back every time. We’re friends, buddy, but don’t make me choose sides.” Marc stared him down, his gaze unwavering.

Frank gave him a small nod, understanding what he was saying.

Frank hated leaving every time. Charlotte was … he didn’t really understand it. She calmed him, gave him a different outlook in many ways, but he was a tortured man who didn’t have the options to settle down.

“I agree. Frank, when this is all over, will you stay?” Shree demanded, her hands on her hips.

He couldn’t lie to himself. Staying wasn’t an option. He could never repeat the sins of his father. The abuser, the alcoholic, the bastard who’d gotten off on torture and dominance of his wife and son. Frank had reached the brink of anger and loss of control a few times. It was in him to fall off the edge; he lived with the darkness in his soul for years now, and he would never forgive himself if he hurt a woman someday. Especially Charlotte.

Frank lifted the can and drained the last of his beer. “Probably not.” He stood and tossed the can into the recycle bin.

“Holy shit. You idiot.”

“For fuck’s sake, asshole.”

“You big dickhead.”

Frank welcomed their comments. He was everything they said and more. But they didn’t know him that well. As much as he loved his mother, aunt, and Vikki—the only remaining family he had—he would stay a single man forever.

“I get it. Be pissed off all you want. But also consider, Charlotte will never forgive me for going after Sean.” Frank eyed them, meeting each gaze for a few seconds. “It’s as simple as that.”

“Doesn’t stop you from wanting her, does it, man?” Gavin questioned, brow arched but his gaze sympathetic.

Frank smirked. “Nope, not at all. I’m hard as a stone around her. I’d do anything for her. I would.” Frank locked gazes with Shree. “Sorry, but I have a job to do.”

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “Welcome to the jungle indeed.” #MWTease #99Cents

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This week’s tease comes from GUARDING MIDNIGHT. Which is on Sale currently for $0.99 cents !! Grab a copy while you can at a great price.

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Gavin is trying to watch over the woman he’s supposed to be protecting. However, he is … distracted by her …

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Strains of a familiar song spread over the room.

Gavin leaned back against the wall to the right of the stage. The main event was about to happen. Cat growls and birds’ high-pitched chirps filled the air. The lights dimmed.

He smiled inside, pleased with a little G‘n’R to enjoy while he worked. His gaze roamed around the room again before focusing on the stage. Midnight definitely knew what music to choose.

She was a sight to behold, and sexy as hell in her tight cheetah-print leotard. Snug in all the right places with high, red stilettos that graced her feet and made her legs look GMtoppickincredibly long. Her black hair hung to her waist in waves, brushing her backside as she turned and danced in time to the music.

How her tits stayed inside the leotard he had no idea, but he’d love to find out.

Damn, that body was hotter than a blowtorch bending metal.

She moved with ease and grace, but she commanded attention and confidence oozed from every move she made. Every toss of her hair, every gyration and time her ass shifted, Gavin wanted to rush the stage and carry her away.

He admired her spunk and sass. It was a bit of a contradiction to what he’d seen in the gym earlier, but he loved the contrast. Small bits of shyness during the day, an exotic hell-raiser and tease at night.

He wouldn’t mind having a show all to himself.

His dick shifted behind the zipper of his jeans.

Aren’t you supposed to be working?

Gavin ignored the voice in his head, gaze locked on stage.

He watched, salivating, as she grabbed a zipper on the front he hadn’t noticed before.

She wasn’t…

He stood up straight, fists clenched as the silver slid down, opening the leotard. She turned her back to the room, ass shaking to the beat, and pulled her arms out.

Arms crossed over her chest, she swiveled back, her legs spreading out at the sides.

Good God almighty. He was going to hell. She was his one-way ticket there.

Maneuvering into the perfect splits showed her flexibility. His heart raced. His cock fought against its confinement.

Gavin started toward the center of the stage. The catcalls and whistles echoed through his head. She knew exactly what she was doing to the crowd.

Welcome to the jungle indeed.

 

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#MidWeekTease: “Poor guy seems nervous…” #MWTease #IntheArmsoftheLaw

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This week’s tease comes from Illusions.

Isabella Knowles has kept her relationship with Brady Jacobs a secret from everyone including her family. Now she’s starting to realize that perhaps she’d been only fooling herself to think that she could get away with no entanglements…

Her current lover had just heard about a night, albeit long ago, between her and another man. She couldn’t help but wonder what he thought, if it would bother him. From the angry look on his face when she finally met his eyes, she had her answer. It bothered him a lot.

illusions-lrg“I hope I am not interrupting anything crucial, detectives.” Brady’s detached tone raised her ire.

Who was he to be pissed? She didn’t care about his past relationships and what she and Connor didn’t come close to that. But one night of unbridled, crazy sex with Connor didn’t even compare to having sex with Brady. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it, though.

“What brings you down here?” With nonchalance, as if she had no cares in the world, she made her way to her chair and sat down. She tossed the Gazette on top of the desk and took a sip of her coffee.

“Have a seat, man.” Connor motioned to the small loveseat in their office, then moved to his desk and sat on the corner of it.

Poor guy seems nervous, she thought with amusement. It was a bit awkward, but really, they were all adults.

Brady looked from one to the other, holding her gaze for too long. She looked away. She picked up a file from her desk, hoping he would get on with why he was paying them a visit.

“I came to tell you I had a glimpse of Melody Mason in the grocery parking lot.” Brady didn’t seem too happy about sharing the information but they hurled questions at him.

“What do you mean? What did you see?” Her voice seemed louder than her partner’s. “Did you see the unsub? Anything of his face?”

“Whoa, whoa, you two.” Brady held up a hand, staying their questions and offered Connor a file. “Everything I know is in there. After I got up about six this morning and had a shower, I sat down to get my thoughts on paper. It’s all there.”

She hurried to Connor’s side, placing an arm over his neck and reading over his shoulder. This could be the break they were looking for. Looking up, she saw Brady watching them. There was a naked look in his eyes, a raw intensity she had never seen before.

When he glanced at her arm on Connor’s neck, she quickly removed it, cursing at herself for letting his obvious upset get to her.

God, one would think he was her boyfriend. She couldn’t breathe. Oh, God

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “I’m tired of this. Dammit.” #SweetestSalvation #MWTease #ERom

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This week’s tease comes from SWEETEST SALVATION. Hunter’s frustration with Andy has him reaching his limits. If he’s not careful, he might just confess his true feelings for her …

Hunter sighed, which caught Andy’s attention. Her eyes met his briefly before lowering to her hands, which were clenched tight in her lap.SweetestSalvation

“Look, Andy,” he began.

“What do you want, Hunter?” Her forest-green-eyed gaze met his. Anger swirled in their depths.

“I’m tired of this. Dammit.” He snarled, rising, and crossed to the fireplace. He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned one arm on the mantel. He looked over at her, stomach churning with indigestion and pain. He’d loved Patrick and Peter too. Could she not understand that she wasn’t the only one suffering?

“Tired of what? I never asked you here.”

“This!” Hunter spread his arms wide. “You. I’m so tired of seeing you locked away in this house, never leaving and pictures gone.”

“Go to hell,” Andy spat and leapt to her feet. She moved behind the loveseat, obvious fury making her hands shake as she laid them on the back of it. “You don’t have any say in how I live. I never asked for your opinion. If you don’t like it, get the hell out of my house. And my life!”

Hunter breathed deep, nostrils flaring. He could no more walk away from her than he could from the Sheavers. She was as much a part of his life, and his heart, as they were.

But his love for her went far beyond sisterly.

 

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#MidWeekTease: “You broke my door…?” #Illusions #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

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This week’s tease comes from Illusions.

Brady has just had one of his visions, events yet to come and it gripped him while he was on the phone with Isabella Knowles who he has kept his relationship with her secret. But he’s falling harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Here, she’s run to his apartment after the line went dead while his vision took over.

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All he could hear was pounding. And it felt like someone had taken a battering ram to his head. Brady opened his eyes, only to see the white, cracked ceiling of his bedroom. Disoriented, he sat up, prayed the hammering in his head would stop. Only then did he realize the noise in his head were not the only insistent thumps he could hear.

Someone was at his front door. He paused with his hands on his knees and allowed himself a moment to focus and stop the room from spinning.

Normally he would sit and let the memory of his vision come to him, but for the first time in a while, he didn’t need time to remember this one. What he’d seen was just as clear as his feet in front of him. Only in this instance, a fear like none other devoured him. His heart pounded as though it would beat right out of him, as well as break, if it were to come true.illusions-lrg

“Brady?”

His head jerked up at Isabella’s voice beside him. He saw the only person in his life who truly mattered to him. It scared him, but he needed to touch her. Now. The sooner, the better. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, buried his face in her belly, and inhaled the scent that was solely hers. He craved it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty-five days a year. It was all her. His woman. The one he loved more than life itself.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He heard the worry in her voice, and squeezed his arms around her tighter. If he could pull her into his body, he would so she would remain safe forever and they’d never be apart.

“Christ, Brady, you’re killing me. Talk to me.” She tried to move away from him, but he couldn’t bear to let her go. “God damn it. Let go. You’re squeezing too tight.”

She was probably right and he loosened his grip on her. He tugged her down to his lap.

She squirmed, tried to rise and get away from him, but he held her tight. “You are being ridiculous. What happened?”

“How did you get in, babe?” He looked into her baby-blue eyes, saw varied emotions running rampant. Concern, confusion, even anger, but the concern warmed his heart.

“You were just gone. I heard you groan my name and then nothing. I thought I better come over and check on you. Just to be sure you were okay.”

Her nonchalant tone almost made him smiled. Underneath it all, he heard the worry and wouldn’t let her get away with it.

“But the door was locked, Bella. How did you get in?”

A blush stole over her face, and he couldn’t contain his grin. He didn’t want her to question him too much about his vision. She accepted his visions better than anyone else and understood what his painful groan would mean. Until he sorted through it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share it with her. He would have to warn her, tell her some of what he’d seen so she would be prepared.

“I owe you a new door, actually.” As she blushed, he watched her stumble over what she’d done. “I kept pounding but got no answer, so I kicked it in.”

“You broke my door by kicking it in?” He wanted to laugh. And she said she didn’t care for him at all.

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “You know what I remember most…” #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

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This week’s tease is from new release suspense title, AWAKENINGS.

Now one can deny a chemistry and unrequited love …

 

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“You know what, Ali?” His voice was soft and powerfully seductive. “You know what I remember most about our night together?”

Alicia clasped his wrist, below where his fingers rested lightly on her cheek. She wanted to fall into his arms, burn beneath his touch again. They’d never talked about it, and she was curious to know what he remembered.

She remembered it all.

Every touch and sigh. She basked in the memory of every kiss and every pleasure.

Through many a cold and lonely night, she cherished the memories of Cole’s hard body pressed against hers, pushing her against the mattress—and the wall and the bathroom counter. She marveled at how he’d made her feel like more of a woman in one night than she’d felt in all her adult years.

Her voice hoarse and scratchy, she whispered, “What do you remember?”

“Our fire.”

When his mouth claimed hers, her body ignited with long-repressed emotions.

Hunger, mind-blowing hunger, rattled through her. It was so hard to breathe.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth wider to the onslaught of his tongue. He awakened her refined senses. Every erotic image she ever had about him flared to life.

She only prayed she’d be able to keep him from awakening the loneliness in her heart. She couldn’t allow him to reach it and make her hunger for more than what she could have.

For the time being, though, she wasn’t going to let go of this man. Alicia lifted her lips from his, drew in a deep breath, and gave him everything she could for now.

“This fire?” She clasped his head between her hands, drew him into a kiss, savoring the taste of him once more.

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#MidWeekTease ~ “I’m done explaining a good book to you.” #StirringUpDirty #MWTease

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This week’s tease comes from STIRRING UP DIRTY, book 1 of “Stirred by Love” series.

Here, Eric has just returned home from having a few drinks, his sister invited Candy to stay the night because of a project they’d been working on, and Eric is only too happy to find her. And again, the chemistry between the two characters smolders.

While writing it, it was unexpected to include a fellow Evernight Publishing title, it came out of nowhere, but this scene was a lot of fun.

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“Get out of here, Eric. I watched you get out of the truck. You’ve had too much to drink.”
He advanced toward her. She inched back higher against the headboard. Those frickin’ tingles along every inch of her body were back again. The last thing she needed was for him to get too close. Fighting every urge to jump on him, she concentrated on her breathing, and the frustration he caused.
“I only had three before coming home. I’m not so tanked I don’t know what I’m doing.” He looked around at the papers still on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Working.”
“At this hour? Do you never give it a rest?”
She scooped up the top folder and slapped it on top of her tablet. Kicking her legs free from their folded position, she pushed at his legs with her feet. “Get off. Go to bed. I’m tired.”StirringUpDirty-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2015-3Drender
He snatched the last folder, then froze.
Candy’s breath caught in her throat. Oh, darn it all to hell.
So she hadn’t worked all night. She’d gone to bed with one of her favorite past times. A good book to settle in with and relax until sleep claimed her.
But the particular book in her briefcase was one she kept tucked away in the privacy of her bedroom. The cover, intoxicatingly gorgeous and sexy, with the lone male on the front dressed in fatigues, and his uniform shirt open to reveal a perfectly sculpted chest and hot abs. The man was a god among men. The fantasy of each woman worldwide who would appreciate the male form from head to toe, and loved hard muscle to grab hold of.
“Give me that.”
“What the hell is this? Uniform Fetish? A new version of Playboy?”
She reached out for the book but he moved back and held it above his head. She dropped her arms, frustrated. “No, you moron. It’s a book. You know with words inside. Have you ever read one?”
He glared at her, then to her mortification, opened it to a random page. His eyes widened.
Her cheeks burned. Shit. So she enjoyed a hot erotic romance book now and again. She wouldn’t admit that she read more than four a month, even with her schedule. Getting lost in a hot fantasy at the end of a hectic day was heaven. She’d been a fan of the genre for over a decade, long before most people cared to admit it existed.
“Jesus. The dude, Miles is going down on her, eating her pussy like there’s no tomorrow. And she loves it.” Eric read further, his facial features almost making her laugh. He was humored by it, probably even a bit enamored but he’d never admit it.
“Is this what women read to get turned on?”
She shrugged. “Hell if I know. I’m not every woman.”
“No, but you’re the only one here who’s been reading this…what the hell do I call it…filth?”
Charging on to her knees, she snatched the book from his palms. “Of course not. You have no understanding about it. Have you ever written a book? Don’t call it what it isn’t. Erotic romances are meant to titillate and seduce the reader. If you must know, I enjoy the journey of the characters, the self-discovery about themselves and the desires to fulfill every fantasy.”
She tossed the book on the night table and waved her hands toward him. “You can go now. I’m done explaining a good book to you.”
“Don’t be defensive. I’m curious. I mean, reading about sex…” He lifted his grey eyes, and they latched onto hers. “Does it turn you on?”
Warmth washed over her. She wanted to kick the light covers off her legs and let the air cool her off. But the intense flames shooting from his eyes held her captive. Trembling, she drew on the strength to steady her breathing. When he moved closer, pulling the sheet away from her legs, and wrapping a hand around each of her ankles, her plan was shot to hell.

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