It is my great pleasure to welcome my pal Sofia Grey to the blog again. Sofia has a wonderful new wolfie book and I can't wait to hear more about this one.
A Welsh Wolf in Wellington blog tour
of Sasha’s story takes place in Wellington, the compact and thriving capital
city of New Zealand. I though it would be fun to feature a different part of
the city – especially those mentioned in the book – on each tour ‘stop’. Come
and join me on a truly unique virtual tour of Wellington J
Waterfront is the section of the city that opens onto Wellington Harbour.
Studded with glossy bars and restaurants, it’s the focus of the upmarket side
of Wellington’s nightlife. It’s also an incredibly busy area at lunchtime, with
harassed office workers seeking fresh air, a sandwich and coffee. Wellington is
famous for it’s excellent coffee, by the way.
to see joggers running along here, skateboarders and rollerbladers, and a
colourful flotilla of kayaks on the water, on a calm day. In the summer, it’s
also home to an iconic one-day music festival – HomeGrown – featuring the best
of Kiwi music. I’ve been twice and plan to go again next year J
shifters rarely take regular office-based jobs (too restrictive), the city
shifters have to adapt to the working environment and most of them prefer
outdoor work. There’s a large number that take bar and café work. Every time
I’m served coffee by a bright-blue-eyed barista, I ask myself, are they a
extract, Sasha sees Megan as she walks along the Waterfront:
Something tugged at
Sasha’s senses and his wolf lifted his head, intent and focused. A scent he
recognized. He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled, the wolf very much in
control. Caramel and spice. The girl with the scarf.
“Yeah, will do.” He
finished the call, shoved his phone into a pocket and turned around. There
she was. The brunette stood a short distance away on the edge of a car park
and he feasted his eyes on her. Business clothes had been replaced with a short
stretchy black skirt that hugged her curves and a shiny, gleaming top that
begged to be touched. Dark hair tumbled down her back, a few strands falling
onto her face and she brushed them back with one elegant hand. Her scent called
to him and his wolf whined, needing to get closer.
He took a step
toward her. He’d apologize for taking advantage earlier, offer to buy her a
drink. Maybe try another kiss later when she’d forgiven him. He still had
plenty of time for the Pack business, and a little fun first would satisfy his
wolf. Confident, he took another step, but then stopped.
She was with
someone. A guy. Sasha’s wolf growled when the guy held out his hand to her, and
then quieted again when she refused. This was stupid. He didn’t even know her.
One kiss was all they shared. Yeah, and what a kiss. She was a gorgeous,
hard-assed girl and it stood to reason she’d have a boyfriend. All the same,
for whatever reason, she didn’t want to hold the guy’s hand and that was enough
of an excuse for Sasha to look out for her. When the couple walked into a
waterfront restaurant, he followed.
A Handful Of Wolf is
available 25 November 2013, from Liquid Silver Books.
Sasha's not a looking-to-the-future kind of
guy, but he's made an exception with his plans to travel and meet lots of
pretty girls. Too bad his Pack Alpha, fate, and reality have other ideas about
his trip abroad. He's pretty sure he didn't sign on to be a diplomat for the
Snowdonia Wolf Pack. Or to find a Mate. Especially not a human Mate.
Megan knows better than to let a
sweet-talking charmer get under her skin, but Sasha's sexy playfulness is
making her forget all her rules. Except one: she's not willing to risk her
heart by falling in love. The gorgeous boy from Wales can only be a fling,
especially since her over-protective brothers hate him on sight.
In the midst of a wolf uprising, a hesitant
Mate, and Megan’s complicated family ties, Sasha learns that sometimes
impulsiveness is dangerous and even lethal. Can he show Megan why they belong
together before it all comes crashing down around him and he loses his Mate
I’m giving away 3
copies of A Handful of Wolf, to 3 lucky commenters across the tour. Just leave
a comment (and your email address please!) at whichever site you visit, and
you’ll go into the draw. The more comments you leave, the more chances you get
to win J
– Laura Kaye (http://laurakayeauthor.blogspot.com)
Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects
in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha
males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers
her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she
enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always
makes them work hard for their happy endings.
It's always exciting to discover new authors, and I'm so pleased to bring you a new-to-me author today. Please help me welcome J.L. McFadden as he introduces his new book Adela. And make sure you check out the Rafflecopter at the end of the post!
Adela (A Book from
the Guardian Series) By J.L McFadden
Adela: Is a beautiful young woman of a very
wealthy family in Eastern Europe who is fending off advances from an older
aristocratic German business man that has an evil presence about him. She falls
madly in love with another man to see her father and his followers come under
the attack and clutches of this barren try to use the enslavement of her
fathers land and people to force her to be his own.
J.L McFadden is the Author of the Guardian Series:
Guardian, released, Adela, release in September, Chooses, release in December,
Adela’s Lost Guardian, March, more to be named at a later date. McFadden spins
tragedy and romance into all of his stories with picturesque descriptions that
vividly paints and melts the scenes into your pleasure cortex that is a valid
and important part of every readers mind. Jamie
Lee was born in a mixed Celtic and Slavic family in the river valleys of Pennsylvania,
in his earlier years he played in bands in New York and ended up working his
way into H.Q of the largest musical retailer in the world Guitar Centre; while
working at the store level he managed multiple departments at once and handled
all the stores merchandising logistics. He has explored the world and became
the first American to be accepted into the Interregional Federation of Aikido
Aikikai of Crimea & Sevastopol, where he enjoys learning from great masters
from around the world, where he has developed his himself. He explains that the
people rich and colourfully different people he has met, spawned a lot of his
There is a wonderful sale going on now with Liquid Silver Books. Until the end of Nov. you can pick up some of my paranormals at almost half off! We're talking huge sales, people! And the sales are valid at all ebook outlets where my books are sold. To pick one up, or to stock up on book boyfriends, you can check out www.lsbooks.com.
Which books, say you?
My Greek god romances:
My Orkney Selkie series:
So have a blast shopping for new heroes! I'll tell my men to expect you. ;)
Hi all! I'm so pleased to welcome the very funny and talented Robyn Peterman today, as she shows off her new devastatingly funny books...and a rather odd quirk.
If you haven't read Robyn's work yet, you are missing out, I can assure you. And to make things even more fun, Robyn has generously offered to do a major giveaway here today! People...we're talking 10 books!! Have you picked up your jaw yet? Robyn is giving away 5 copies of each of her books, so make sure to leave a comment and let us know why you'd like one. Don't forget your email addy!
Hi, my name is Robyn Peterman and I am an author of snarky, sexy, funny paranormal romance and snarky, sexy, funny contemporaries.....and I’m addicted to outlet malls.
Okay, so here’s the deal. (Pun intended, you’ll get it in a minute...) When I see an outlet mall my butt clenches and I start to sweat. Not a pretty picture, but true nonetheless. I luuuurrrve outlet malls. Getting a great deal is right up there with the big O for me. My hot hubby is aware of this. He thinks I’m weird.
I have had tons of luck in the wondrous land of the outlet, but I’ve also had some dingers! I do tend to waste gobs of money at the one stop deal-stravagansas.....I get so overwhelmed, I don’t even try stuff on. I still have a pile of unworn t-shirts from an unnamed store I love. I had no clue the seams were wonky and the freakin’ horse was upside down! All I could see was the ridiculously low price! Next time I swear I’ll wear my glasses. Or how about the pants I got? If I tried to walk, my ladybits got damaged.... Or the high end purse I bought in such a rush, I didn’t realize it smelled kind of off....
What in the hell is the point of all this??? Weeeellllll, I have a deal for you! The seams are straight and the horse is standing upright. Your ladybits are not in danger and it smells awesome!
HOW HARD CAN IT BE?-Book One in the Handcuffs and Happily Ever After series is on sale for a short time!!! SQUEEEEEEE! It’s only $1.99!! If you enjoy snarky sexy contemporary romance with Porno Grannies and more euphemisms for male genitalia than you ever wanted, snap it up quick before it goes back to original price! You can learn room clearing nicknames for the male anatomy and laugh till you snort Coke (the drink, not the drug) out of your nose!
Romantic Times Magazine gave it 4 Stars!! (I almost peed my pants over that one)
Thank you Rosanna for having me on your blog. You are brave and you are my new girl crush.
Thank you to my readers who think my characters are actually real people and have written me to find out what they're doing now.
Thank you to the lady who wrote me and told me I should wash my mouth out with soap while promising to read everything I ever write!
Thank you to the woman who asked me if I'd spent time in an institution, because my brain was so warped! She also promised to read everything I ever write!
Enough of that....just Thank you! Please keep reading!
FASHIONABLY DEAD- Book One in The Hot Damned series is out now and Kristy's story, SIZE MATTERS- Book Two in the Handcuffs and Happily Ever After series comes out in December 19th!!!!
I'm so excited to reveal the cover of my new paranormal romance, Predator's Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3! This book will be available Jan. 13, and I can't wait to share my tiger shifter hero and lynx shifter heroine, Anton Gaspar and Marci Lennox.
Over the next while, I'll be sharing blurbs and excerpts, so please stay tuned and feel free to share the news with your friends. Many thanks to Lyn Taylor, the wonderful graphic artist, and to Valerie in the Graphic Arts department at Liquid Silver Books. You ladies always bring my dreams to reality.
So save the date, folks, and thanks for all your support!
It wasn't long ago that I hosted the lovely Donna Fasano on my blog with info on her book Reclaim My Heart. Well, she has had some awesome news. The book has been picked up by Montlake Publishing and her friends are sharing that fantastic tidbit today. Congrats to Donna.
About the Book: Sixteen
years ago, Tyne Whitlock cut all ties to her past and left town under the
shameful shadow of a teenage pregnancy. Now her fifteen-year-old son is in
trouble with the law, and she is desperate for help. But reaching out to
high-powered attorney Lucas Silver Hawk will tear open the heart-wrenching past
in ways Tyne never imagined.
Forced to return to the Delaware Indian community where Lucas was
raised, Tyne and Lucas are tempted by the heated passion that consumed them as
teens. Tyne rediscovers all the reasons she found this man irresistible, but
there are scandalous secrets waiting to be revealed, disgraceful choices made
in the past that cannot be denied. Love is a powerful force that could heal
them both—if the truth doesn't rip them apart.
A note from the author: On becoming a Montlake Author:
Let me tell you about my wonderful
publishing experience! I have to back up a little bit… to this past spring. I
self-published a romance titled Reclaim My Heart. The book received
great reviews immediately, and it sold well from the beginning. Very well. In
fact, during the first week of August I was enjoying a mug of coffee while
perusing the USA Today Bestseller's List (my usual Thursday morning routine),
and I nearly choked when I saw that Reclaim My Heart was
sitting at #123 on the list. A couple of days later I was contacted by an
editor from Montlake. She told me she'd read one of my books months before and
had been keeping an eye on me. She said she'd read Reclaim My Heart and
loved it. Now, what author doesn't love to hear that? She made an offer I
The Montlake editor and the design team
loved the cover that was on the indie version of the book; however, Amazon had
trouble licensing the rights to the image. So we searched for weeks before
finding the picture that's on the current cover. I love it! And I hope my
readers do, too.
I'm happy to be writing romance novels
for Montlake. I feel wanted and appreciated, and it can't get much better than
that in the publishing industry!
Author BIO and Social Media Links
Donna Fasano is a three time winner
of the HOLT Medallion, a CataRomance Reviewers Choice Award winner for Best
Single Title, a Desert Rose Golden Quill Award finalist, and a Golden
Heart finalist. Her books have sold over 3.6 million copies worldwide and have
been published in nearly two dozen languages. Her books have made the Kindle
Top 100 Paid List numerous times, climbing as high as #17.
What others are saying about Donna’s
“…complex, funny, and realistic…” ~Wilmington News Journal
“Could not help myself from reading
excerpts to my husband and friends. This book is well written, the characters
are real, everyday folks. It is very easy to identify with them. Donna Fasano
is a talented author.” ~Elizabeth M. Caldwell on Amazon
“…a fast paced riotous look at family
life today. Donna Fasano is right on target!”
~Donna Zapf, SingleTitles.com
couldn't dismiss the tone of those two small words, nor could he ignore the
magnitude of emotion clouding her expression. He had no choice but to relent.
down," he murmured. He closed the door of his office and then returned to
perch himself on the corner of his desk. He steeled himself before asking,
"What's on your mind?"
to shrink a little as a thousand thoughts ran though her head. Seconds passed,
and still she didn't speak.
witnessed the phenomenon almost on a daily basis. The people who wound up in
his office often felt as if they were carrying the world on their shoulders. He
knew her anxiety would eventually discharge, and from the looks of it, he
wouldn't have to wait long.
she pressed her hand to her chest. "I can't breathe."
Do you want some water?"
her head, a lock of her long, platinum hair falling over her forearm. "No.
I need to get this out. I promised you I'd hurry."
couldn't keep his brows from arching a fraction. She hadn't kept her promises
in the past. Why would he expect her to now?
her tongue along her full bottom lip, hesitated another moment, then blurted,
"I need a lawyer."
closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. He could have guessed as much, of course.
He'd worked hard to get himself into the privileged position of being able to
pick and choose his clients. The last person he wanted to represent was Tyne
"A good lawyer, Lucas."
sense told him Tyne wasn't attempting to flatter him. She was speaking purely
out of desperation.
Tyne—" Something made him stop. He sighed, and then he stood, taking his
time rounding his desk and sitting down. The leather-upholstered arms of the
chair were cool and smooth under his fingertips.
know some of the best attorneys in the city." He plucked a pen from the
cup on his desktop. "And many of them owe me a favor or two." He
reached into his inside jacket pocket, pulled out one of the business cards he
always kept handy, and turned it over, poised to write. "Let me give you
some names and numbers—"
don't want just any attorney." Her chin lifted. "I want you. Why else would I have come here?"
lowered to the small white card in his hand. With much deliberation, he set
down the pen and the card, and then he looked her directly in the eyes.
muscle in her body appeared board-stiff.
to me—" he kept his tone calm "—when people find themselves in
trouble with the law, or victimized, or wrongfully sued, or unjustly accused,
they tend to get lost in a strange, I don't know, franticness. A recklessness
that they almost always regret. Believe me when I tell you that no situation is
hopeless, and circumstances are rarely as desperate as they might be perceived.
Whatever trouble you're in, don't let panic and fear haze your thinking."
think I do," he rushed to assure her. "I see it every day. Honest,
hardworking people finding themselves in dire straits. And this unfamiliar
territory throws them. They grasp at help from the first source that comes to
like that old adage warning that only a fool acts as his own lawyer, it's also
foolish to choose an attorney in haste. You and I have a past, Tyne, and even
though all of that took place years and years ago, the fact remains that we have
a history. I don't believe I would be the best person to represent you in a
court of law. You need someone who'll be totally unbiased. Let me give you some
names. I'll make some calls for you myself—"
She lifted her hands and scooted to the edge of the seat. "You don't
understand. And I can't make you understand if you won't shut up for a minute."
eyebrows arched and the frustration in her statement had him leaning back a
frowned. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I had to stew all day yesterday."
She fisted her hands in her lap. "I didn't expect to reach anyone on a
Sunday, but do you know that your firm doesn't offer an emergency number on the
answering machine?" She exhaled with force. "I'm a nervous wreck just
being here. Seeing you. But all that aside, I shouldn't have snapped at you.
Please accept my apology."
react, didn't move. He just waited for her to continue.
thing is… what you need to know…"
again, she grew terribly cautious, and Lucas found that extremely curious. What
the hell was it she found so hard to tell him? What kind of trouble was she in?
blanched, but then her spine straightened. "I'm not the one who needs a
lawyer. I want to hire you, yes. But I'm not the one needing representation.
It's my son who's in trouble." A nerve at the corner of her eye ticked,
but her gaze never veered from his as she added, "Our son, Lucas."
Over the past couple of weeks, I've begun to notice something strange. After 40-odd years of being a female, it appears I lost my inner girly girl.
Strange? Perhaps. I've never been the sort of girl who spends hundreds of dollars on shoes every month, but I've still always enjoyed playing with makeup and trying a new perfume. You know, the sort of activity that would drive many men into the ground from horror.
This weekend I had the privilege of sharing in my sister-in-law's wedding and several events leading up to the wedding. During the course of these events, I was able to spend some fun time with her lovely friends and fellow bridesmaids. We had a blast.
However, it was during this time I realized my femininity had taken a sharp nosedive. Now, don't get the wrong idea. I still look very much female. However, after living in a house with 3 males of the species for the past twelve years, I realized I'd lost some of my feminine touches. I guess, somewhere along the way, I've become more knowledgeable about Halo and Call of Duty than false eyelashes.
By the way, for the wedding, I got to try false eyelashes for the first time. What first appeared to be a tortuous web of someone's else's hair on my face ended up making me gawk at myself in the salon mirror. Did you know false eyelashes make one resemble a sex goddess? I couldn't believe the improvement. I wanted to bat my lashes at everyone, even the priest.
And just spending time at a salon, getting my makeup done by a professional, and having a stylist twist my straight locks into an elegant side bun I will never achieve on my own, was the ultimate in pampering. I loved every moment: sipping mimosas, discussing nail color and watching the other women transform from lovely moms into va-va-voom beauties! The whole process fed my soul in a way I still don't quite understand.
I bought a new red lipstick, a $20 lipstick, thank you very much. I was tricked out in black patent heels that killed my feet but made me feel like Heidi Klum. And I got to dance in a pretty new LBD. Not only did the wedding allow me to share in family joy, it allowed me to recapture my girly girl, and it felt good. When did I stop wearing heels? When did I forget that sometimes it's worth it to splurge on myself? I'm not sure. Some of it has to do with being a responsible mom, but even moms need some little luxuries every so often.
My hubby seemed to appreciate the transformation, judging from some of his flirty comments. That felt good, too. I don't know if I'll ever get those false eyelashes on for myself again, but that lipstick and those heels will definitely make another appearance one of these days. And I'll be very excited to witness their return.
So if you haven't let your girly girl out in a while, go on. Let her loose. It's good for the soul.
It wouldn't be a lie if I said I'd been waiting for this day for some time. You see, my friend and fellow author Parker Kincade created a sexy secondary character not too long ago, an enticing man named Caleb Martin. Although this domineering older brother only played a minor role in Parker's awesome book One Night Stand, he totally captured my imagination, and now he is the star of his own book...Shadow of Sin! I'm so pleased Parker has stopped by to share more about MY book boyfriend...you hear!! Mine!
Changing Leaves, and Book Release…and More Pumpkin
While I appreciate the beauty of the
rebirth of spring, I absolutely love the fall. Brilliant colors of the changing
leaves, warm apple cider and the smell of hot, fresh donuts from the Country
Mill…and pumpkin…oh, God…the pumpkin. Cookies, muffins, bread, scones, lattes,
and whatever else I can get my hands on made from this delectable winter
This fall is particularly special because
it marks the release of Shadow of Sin,
the second book in the Martin Family series. It’s been over a year since Caleb
Martin made his first appearance in One
Night Stand, and I’m very excited to share his story with you.
When I asked Caleb about his favorite
things about the fall, this is what he said:
love to be outdoors. There’s nothing more satisfying than snuggling in a
sleeping bag, campfire burning nearby, and the clear night sky above. Well,
there is one thing more satisfying, but...”
And then he gave me a sexy, panty-melting,
While I rethink my favorite things about
the fall, share some of your favorites too! And remember, Shadow of Sin is available now! If you’re new to the Martin Family
series, book one – One Night Stand 0
is on sale at Amazon for $1.99 through November 15th! Meet Joe and
Amanda, and see how it all started!
Until next time!
By Parker Kincade
When the past won’t die…
A man determined to protect her…
Martin is no stranger to hazardous situations. He's seen enough bloodshed to
last two lifetimes. When an innocent evening takes a dangerous turn, Caleb
takes matters into his own hands. If she wants his help, it’s his rules, his
A woman who won’t be controlled…
it comes to relationships, Samantha keeps things casual, unassuming. Safe.
Caleb Martin is far from safe. His ‘my way or the highway’ attitude pushes all
the wrong buttons, and she’d sworn no man would have that kind of power over
A hunger that won’t be denied…
Samantha from the man that stalks her shouldn't test his patience—or his
control—but her smart mouth and hot Irish temper stoke the fuel of his desire.
She is pure sin—a distraction he doesn’t need, a temptation he can’t resist.
their animosity, Caleb has starred in her fantasies for years. His ruthless
sensuality proves to be more potent than she ever imagined. As Caleb masters
her body, Samantha must keep a tight grip her heart.
Kincade is the award-winning erotic romance author of The Martin Family Series.
Her first novel, One Night Stand, won
the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic
Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest and was
named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of
lives in the southern United States with her husband, children and beloved
boxer sidekick. She loves reading, playing golf, spending time with her family
and friends, ice cream from the ice cream truck, taking her dog to the park and
watching old musicals.
turned to her. Heat pooled in her stomach as his gaze traveled slowly,
deliberately, from her face. He seemed to take in every inch of her before
stopping to linger over her bare legs. “I don’t sleep much. I’m sorry if I
didn’t.” The devil in her insisted she cross her legs, exposing more of her
thigh to his view. She enjoyed his eyes on her, as if he saw the woman she was
instead of the pain in his ass he’d claimed her to be. She was tempting fate,
knowing that any second he’d remember who she was and that look in his eye
now, she’d use any means to distract him from his pain. Her pain would come
later, when she was alone again.
you want to talk about it?”
you’re still up.”
He chucked a thumb at the windows. “Daytime.”
clamped her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret. And he thought
she was stubborn. She pulled in a slow, steady breath. “True, but barely. On a
normal day, I wouldn’t be up yet.”
Go. Rest.” He closed his eyes as if to shut her out.
could feel his irritation, but, this time, it wasn’t directed at her. It gave
her hope as she pressed on.
“Are you hungry? I could make us
some breakfast. If you don’t mind me searching through your fridge, I’m sure I
could find something edible.” In fact, she’d been surprised at the amount of
food she’d seen. She’d half expected him to only have beer and water and maybe
a stray bottle of ketchup. Like Alec’s fridge.
the love of christ, what do you want? I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to
talk.” He sighed, apparently resigned to her company a few minutes more. “What
do you want, Samantha?”
Right now? To slap the shit out of you.
invaded her chest as she stared back at him. Gone was the pain she’d seen
earlier, as well as the male interest. What remained was the Caleb she knew.
Cold, hard, angry.
shoved the hurt away and bit back the sharp retort he deserved. She softened
her features, allowing herself to appear vulnerable. It wasn’t much of a
stretch. “Can I stay with you?”
jerked, surprised by her request. “That’s not a good idea.”
as he said the words, his cock came to life. It seemed the lower half of his
body thought it was a very good idea. And seeing her in nothing but his T-shirt
wasn’t helping. Jesus, he hoped she had panties on under there. A bigger,
harder, part of him hoped that she didn’t.
shifted, exposing more of her delectable thighs. “It’s not like I’m asking you
to get a root canal. You can wipe that horrified look off your face.”
checked his expression, doing his best to appear calm, bored even. She’d
surprised the hell out of him, coming in his room like she had.
was angry. Angry with himself and the past that wouldn’t free him. Angry at her
for being here, for looking as if she belonged here. This was his space, damn
it. How was he supposed to relax with her prancing around half naked, knowing
she’d pleasured herself and called his name?
wasn’t stupid. He suspected it was his fault she was awake, and now she was
here—checking on him as if he was a child who needed coddling. He didn’t need
coddling. His body demanded the satisfaction that would only come from pounding
his aching flesh deep into her soft, wet pussy.
tempting as that idea may be, he was still trying to wrap his head around how
he felt about her.
tired. You don’t know what you’re asking.” And he couldn’t think straight. He
was low on sleep and even lower on patience. He shoved his hands into his hair
and blew out a breath. “You can’t be in here. Go back to bed.” Before he forgot
all the reasons he shouldn’t fuck her silly.
did I think… God, I’m such an —” She closed her mouth, her lips drawn into a
thin, tight line. Her cheeks flushed as she advanced on him. “I’m sick of you
judging me. Telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. If you hadn’t noticed,
my night sucked. Hell, the last year
has sucked. So, you can shove your overinflated male ego up your own ass. I’m
not asking you to have sex with me for chrissake.” She stumbled back and
planted her butt on the edge of the bed. “Just for once, Caleb, can’t you set
aside your feelings? Forget your stupid sense of responsibility where I’m concerned
and just be here for me like a normal
What the fuck?
stupid sense of what?”
laugh that escaped her lips made him uneasy.
heard me, horseman.” She eased back
to her feet and sauntered toward him. “You think I don’t know how you feel
about me? Let me see … troublemaker, instigator, bad influence.”She ticked off the words on her
fingers. “Oh, and my personal favorite … menace.
Really, Caleb. Menace? That’s a little strong don’t you think?” She fisted her
hands on her hips, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I know you don’t
like me. If it weren’t for Amanda and Alec, I wouldn’t be here and we both know
it.” Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as she glared at him. “And I’m
sick of being your charity case.”
fought the urge to look away. She hadn’t lied about the words he’d uttered to
describe her over the years, but to have them slung back at him just pissed him
want to know what I’m sick of,
Samantha? I’m sick of you pushing my buttons. I’m sick of your stubborn-assed
attitude when it comes to your own safety and I’m fucking sick and tired of you
calling me horseman!” His shout
rattled the windows, but he didn’t care. He was on a roll now, like a fucking
train wreck, unable to stop.
his arms over his chest, he glared down at her. “If you and Amanda hadn’t
decided the woods were the best place to partake in a little underage drinking,
the boys and I wouldn’t have had to saddle up to go find your drunk asses
before some wild animal made you a snack. Did you ever think of that, Samantha?
During your little adventure with my baby
sister, did you stop to consider the consequences? Do you ever?”
made a noise of disgust and stormed from the room. “This is what I get for
trying to be nice,” she yelled.
went after her, following her into the spare room. “Nice? Nice?” The floodgates
were open, his anger and frustration leaving any sense of self-preservation in
the dust. “You think calling us the horsemen of the apocalypse is nice? Is that fun for you? Because all it does is remind me of being scared out of my ever-loving mind that something was
going to … that Amanda …” No, he wasn’t going back there.
as for my stupid sense of responsibility,
I protect what’s mine, damn it!”
sharp intake of breath drifted through his angry haze and punched him in the
gut. She sank back to the bed and wiped the tear that escaped the corner of her
was like ice water to his soul.
woman tested his restraint. No other woman, save his sister, had ever pushed
him so hard. It was infuriating and intoxicating at the same time. She left him
off balance, out of control—two things that spelled disaster where he was
ran his hands through his hair, settling his palms on the back of his neck.
heart skipped a beat as emotion played out on her face. Sadness, regret, and
finally … resolve.
out.” Her voice was soft. “God, what was I thinking? Just get out.”
stood there, unable to move as he struggled to comprehend the vulnerability
pouring out of her. His gaze traveled over the delicate features of her face,
the line of her shoulders. The rise of her breasts, her slim waist, and long
legs. Her feet were bare. Her toenails were painted a rich red that spoke of
shifted on the bed and winced, making him feel like a total ass. Again. Her
night had sucked. With her tough-as-nails attitude, Caleb hadn’t considered she
might actually need comforting.
He took a deep breath. “I’ll stay.”
eyes, blue and blazing, snapped up. “Of course you will. Because why in the
hell would you listen to me?”
asked me to stay.”
asked you to leave.”
you so diligently pointed out earlier, I don’t listen.” And he still had things
rubbed her temples, as if their argument had given her a headache. “Fine.
Look at me.” When she didn’t move, he crouched in front of her. He tilted her
chin until she looked at him. “I don’t dislike you. I need you to know that.”
offered him a sad smile. “The gesture is appreciated, Caleb. Thank you.” She
pulled her face away.
to let her retreat, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupped
her face. Soft, warm skin greeted his palm. He brushed his thumb across her
cheek, amazed by its smoothness. “It’s the truth. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean —”
put a finger to his lips and he barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and
you did. And it’s okay. We may not get along, but at least you’ve never lied to
me. Please don’t start now. I’m a big girl, Caleb. I can take it. And I owe you
an apology. I’m sorry for not considering your feelings where Amanda is
Her touch rocked him. Revamped his desire to
have her wet and screaming his name. “I’m sorry for all that.” He offered her
what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m so used to you calling me horseman
now, I’m afraid I’d never answer to anything else from your lips.” Those sweet,
succulent lips. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?” he murmured.
chuckled. “I’m too tired to fight anymore, Caleb. The best course of action
would be to find the evidence I need to bury Matteo. Then we can move on.”
mention of her stalker snapped his brain back to attention. He had a job to do.
Eliminate the threat and protect Samantha.
he remember that.
led to mistakes. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.
forced his voice level, undemanding. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d let us
help. Let me help. Trust me to take
care of this for you.”
for her trust was a long shot. In truth, he probably didn’t deserve it. But, he
had to try. Needed to try. He would protect her.
you?” She seemed to consider his words. After a moment, she surprised him by
nodding. “I can’t promise miracles, but I’ll do my best to follow your lead …
until this is over.”
resisted the insane urge to pump his fist in the air. “So, we have a deal
caressed her fingers over his jaw. He leaned into her gentle touch, feeling it
all the way to his bones.
now you’re willing to make deals?” She looked him dead in the eye. “All right
then, but once Matteo is caught and the threat against me is gone? You’ll go on
with your life and I’ll go on with mine, and hopefully, we can stay out of each
other’s way. That’s the deal.”
dropped her hand to her lap.
this, Caleb, we’re done.”
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