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

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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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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#MySexySaturday from Fighting for Honor #Shifter #MSSAuthors #MSS125 @MySexySaturday

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Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 125th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.


 

This week’s theme  — My Sexy Shifter

 Since I currently have only one shifter in my list of titles, I’m sharing from FIGHTING FOR HONOR. I loved writing this story and can’t wait to return to Okanogan Valley soon!

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2016
Dominic closed the front door of his old cabin quietly behind him. The urge to run crowded him, tormenting him to let loose and give into the call of the wildness of being home. He needed some time to himself before he met up with his contact in an hour.

He was confident in the fact that he could bring down his cousin and those on his side and repair the damage to the pride before anything further was lost.

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Shedding his sweats and t-shirt, he slipped out of his sandals and let the change overtake him. His muscles stretched and elongated, pulling his flesh taut and realigning his physique. On all fours, he lifted his nose to the air and darted his eyes across his surroundings. He’d always been grateful for his Panther ancestry. His vision alone was something he coveted. With silver eyes, he had the ability to see through the darkness in the dead of night, as if he held a lantern. His father told him many times that having that unique color was something only the most powerful of panthers possessed.

Taking off at a run, he re-familiarized himself with his favorite trail leading to the waterfall where he’d spent much of his childhood. The serenity and secluded area had always called to him, drawing him in and giving him the best place possible to contemplate his future.

If there was any one place in the valley he’d missed the most, it was the falls, and the memories there.

His awkward first kiss.
With Honor.
Clumsily losing his virginity.
With Honor.
Crying over the death of his father.
With Honor holding him.

Darting faster and harder, his paws barely touching the ground, he pushed away the memories. He’d missed so much over the last five years. And she was at the top of his list.

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Mid Week Tease: “Poor guy seems nervous…” #MWTease #IntheArmsoftheLaw #NewRelease

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease — and NEW RELEASE — comes from Illusions, which has been off the “shelves” for a couple of years,  has been revised some and put back into readers’ hands.

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…

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2016
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

 

More about Illusions…

Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before.  She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life.  But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

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Mid Week Tease: “…a match made in heaven…” #MWTease #IntheArmsoftheLaw #CoverReveal

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease — and Cover Reveal! — comes from Illusions, which has been off the “shelves” for a couple of years,  will be revised some and re-released in January 2016!

Isabella Knowles likes to keep her private life just that. However, her cousin likes her drama, and driving Izzy nuts…

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2015
“All right, you have my oh-so-undivided attention. Spill. What’s got you so
riled you look like a caged lion?” Isabella wanted to laugh at the look of pure pissed-off that Ali sent her way, but it would only prolong the discussion.illusions-lrg
“You could at least pretend to care.”
As she opened her mouth to reply, Alicia raised her hand, cutting her off at the knee—or tongue, so to speak.
“While you feel it’s no big deal, your father does. He thinks you have finally seen the light.”
Isabella couldn’t hold in her chuckle as she used two hands to make quotes in the air over ‘seen the light.’ Good God, even the Kardashians didn’t do drama as well as her cousin.
“You know, you really need to get the dumbfounded look off your face. Have you not woken the hell up yet today?”
“Jesus, woman, cut to the chase and let me get the hell outta here.” Dropping her foot to the floor, Isabella stood, ready to walk out and slam a door somewhere in total frustration. It was nine a.m. Too fucking early to listen to this shit. “When you get done making a spectacle of yourself, cuz, let me know and we’ll talk. Until then, save it and kiss my ass. I have work to do.” With a scowl, she made her way to the door, but Alicia’s words stopped her in her tracks.
“When did you start dating Brady, Izzy?” she asked quietly.
Heart stopping in mid-beat, Isabella whirled around. Her mind fogged. “What did you say?” she asked, shocked. Air rushed from her lungs, leaving her breathless.
“When did you start seeing Brady Jacobs?”
Taking a deep breath and feeling the interrogation of her life was on its way, she said, “I’m not seeing anyone. You know that.” She laughed, only the act held no humor whatsoever.
“Have you seen the paper today? Page four.” Alicia tossed the paper in question across the desk.
She could see the Gazette opened to what she could only assume was page four. With what seemed like lead feet, she walked the few steps to the desk.
A feeling of dread washed over her.
Caught and guilty ran through her mind as she read the headline that had taken her cousin by storm. Daughter of One of Trenton’s Finest Makes Time with City’s Favorite P.I.
Isabella’s only thought was that the photo of herself and Brady Jacobs looked rather cozy as they walked down the street. His arm, slung over her shoulder, and her laughing face upturned to his, as if they were a match made in heaven.
Too bad it was the furthest thing from the truth.

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#TakeAPeek ~ Outfoxed by Love by Eve Langlais #KodiakPoint #Shifters

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Author: Eve Langlais

Title: Outfoxed By Love

Genre: Paranormal / Shifter Romance

Release Date: September 16th, 2014

Book/Purchase Links: http://evelanglais.com/wordpress/books/kc2

 

Description:

A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.
Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.
It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.

#1 – Kodiak’s Claim

#2 – Outfoxed By Love

#3 – Polar Bared (November 4th)

Excerpt:

Okay, so Jan should have known better than to scare a man who’d served in the military. As soon as she hit his back, legs wrapping around Boris’ waist and arms around his neck, his body moved.

Boris clamped a hand around her forearm and yanked, flipping her over his head. She slammed onto her back in the snow, thankfully not atop jagged rock. But she shouldn’t celebrate yet.

Still reacting to her playful attack, Boris leaped atop her, pinned her to the ground, and pointed a gun at her head. At least he didn’t shoot her.

But boy, did he look annoyed.

“Hello, Boris,” she said with a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you out here.”

“What is wrong with you?” he yelled.

“Did I scare you?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the situation because, really, despite the violence of the act, this was the closest she’d gotten to Boris in years. And hey, he was actually looking at her. Not a point above her head. Or at the floor. Of course, his expression wasn’t exactly filled with happiness, but she considered it a start.

“Are you okay?” How grudgingly he asked.

She arched a brow. “Depends. If you mean am I hurt, then no, not really. Just a few bruises and scratches. But, as for frostbite… While I’ve been wanting to have you lie atop me for years, Boris Sobolev, I’d prefer a bed to a snowbank.”

He growled, which, considering he was a moose, made it pretty special. As usual, she drew the most ornery of responses out of the man and had for years, especially since he returned from the war. Unfortunately, for him, she no longer cared. She’d accepted the fact Boris would never admit they were fated mates, but it didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy needling him every chance she got.

“You are the most irritating—”

“—ly beautiful.”

“Annoying—”

“Yet utterly captivating,” she interrupted with a grin.

“Woman I’ve ever known,” he grumbled as he rolled off her to his feet. He held out a hand to help her up. Jan ignored it and lay there sprawled, naked and, yes, shivering, but the moment of frigid teeth chattering was worth it. Boris couldn’t help but stare at her.

Really stare. As in eyes-devouring, body-stiffening, definitely-noticing-she-was-a-woman stare.

It did more to warm her than a pair of cashmere socks would. Although, given he wouldn’t act upon the smoldering interest he forgot to hide, the socks would do her more good in the long run.

The moose took the term bullheaded to all new levels. From the moment she’d first met him, when Reid brought his new army buddy home on leave from the military, she’d known he was the one for her, and she’d thought he recognized it too.

During that short holiday stint, Boris flirted with her, and they even shared one long, delicious kiss goodbye as they exchanged a few whispered promises. But the man she dreamed of claiming was gone the next time he returned. Oh, he came back to Kodiak Point intact, no missing body parts even if he sported a few new scars, but the wounds in his soul had changed him.

Jan didn’t know the exact details, but she’d heard the rumors. Reid and others in his platoon, Boris included, got caught by insurgents. More than caught, they were held captive for months and, if the gossip was true, suffered torture.

Whatever happened, the boys who’d left with smiles and boasts of kicking rebel butt returned changed men. Grimmer men. The Boris she’d fallen for, the one who made her heart race faster, who ignited all her senses, lost his easy smile. Refused to acknowledge her, and when she confronted him and asked him about murmured promises spoken before he’d left?

“Things have changed. I’ve changed. You need to move on and fix your sights on someone else.” Bluntly honest. She could respect that, she just wished she could accept it.

But she didn’t want anyone else. Although she’d tried. No other man, human or shifter, ever made her pulse quicken, her blood warm, and, with a single kiss, make her just about cream her panties. Boris is my mate. Even if he denied it.

Lying splayed in the snow, wanton and naked, Jan couldn’t help but prolong the moment. When else would she get a chance to see this side of Boris, his eyes smoldering with fire, his need in plain sight? For a foolish moment, she harbored the hope he’d finally admit his feelings for her. Or act upon the arousal she could see. If only she could get him to kiss her, touch her, then maybe he’d—

“If you’re done trying to give your girly parts frost bite, you should think about getting dressed.” He turned away from her as he dropped his loaded backpack on the snowy ground. “I’ve got some spare clothes in here.”

Clothes? Only Boris would ignore her clear invitation and focus on the practical.

Well, Jan could be practical too. “What about a gun?”

He tossed her a look over his shoulder. “What the hell do you need a gun for?”

“To protect myself of course. There’s still at least one cougar out there hunting for me. I’d like something more than just my bare hands to fight him off with.”

“You’ve got me.”

Such a chauvinistic response. She rolled her eyes. “And what if he’s not alone?”

The cocky smile on anyone else would have made her laugh, but on Boris? She shivered. Even at his most menacing, the man oozed sexy.

“You are such a moose,” she exclaimed under her breath as she dressed in the clothes he’d brought, not hers but small enough to fit, except for the boots. Those required three layers of socks to stay on her tiny feet.

With the chill cut, her body covered, and her prospects for getting ravished nipped in the bud, Jan focused on the situation at hand. “What’s the plan?”

Without looking at her, Boris said, “We should either head back to where I left my truck. Or call in for someone to pick us up on sleds.”

He called that a plan? “What about the cougar who was trailing me? He’s still around here somewhere I’d wager.”

“What about him?”

“Shouldn’t we set a trap? Maybe take him in for questioning.”

Boris turned to face her, and his tone was mocking as he said, “We? We won’t be doing anything except getting your little ass back to town where it’s safe.”

“Safe? We’re under attack. Nowhere is truly safe.”

“Correction, Reid is under attack. You would have been perfectly fine if you’d obeyed orders and stayed put. But no, you just had to meddle and place yourself in danger.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “Well excuse me for helping out a friend.”

“You are not excused. You could have been killed,” he grumbled.

“But I wasn’t.”

“By fluke.”

“It wasn’t fluke that took out the guys following me,” she snapped, tired of him acting as if she were a useless girl. Partially her fault given she’d hidden her less-than-ladylike side from him all these years.

“You got lucky.”

She growled. She couldn’t help it. There was chauvinism, and then there was Boris. “I’ll show you lucky.” She stepped closer to him.

He frowned, but he held his ground as she invaded his space. “What do you think you are doing? I don’t have time to play games, Jan. We need to call Reid and let him know you’re safe.”

“Only once you admit it.”

“Admit what?” he asked with suspicion.

Admit you want me. Ha. Fat chance of that happening. One battle at a time. First things first. “Admit it was more than just luck.”

Before he could reply, probably something that would irritate her to no end, she disarmed him. Stepping close, she placed her hands on his chest, smiled up at him sweetly, watched his eyes cloud in confusion—and then hooked his leg and shoved.

Had she not taken him by surprise, it probably wouldn’t have worked, but Boris was so convinced she didn’t have it in her that her trick worked.

Down he went, her atop him. He landed on his back with an “oomph,” which might have had to do with the fact she brought her knee up against his chest to pin him. To keep him further off balance, she plastered her mouth to his.

Sweet electricity. Caught unaware, his lips were soft against hers, but nonetheless enjoyable. She almost forgot her main objective in the pleasure of finally touching him. Almost. But she’d spent too many years dealing with his moose-headedness.

She aimed the gun she pulled from his holster at his forehead and whispered against his mouth, “Bang. You’re dead.”

 

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