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Fabulous Friday (today, August 11th) and Sublime Saturday (August 12th) just got better.  You can purchase a copy of my latest paranormal romance, Deliberate Intent, book two of Shadow Company #FREE at Amazon for these two days!!

 

But wait.  There’s more.  How about a snippet?  You’ve got it!  Logan Latimar, a warlock, and ex Navy SEAL is confronted with what he hopes is a vision.  Reality has fingers as cold as ice though, and he needs solace.  Check out this steamy scene in the Louisiana heat.  Hugs and Happy Friday!

Deliberate Intent

Lingering at the door, Logan made a show of waving.  The cars drove away followed by the dust of a dirt drive.  Guests were fun but the day had been long.  “That went well.”  His estimation settled in the silence.  Turning, he searched the great room for Aubrie.  She’d been quiet most of the evening.  He missed her usual banter with Pilot, her shadow walker friend.  Katie, Aubrie’s best friend, and Gus, Logan’s brother probably hadn’t notice.  He did.  Had Aubrie, the seer already figured him out?  No, discovering his secret would cause an eruption.

Padding barefooted to the sofa, he dropped down on the cushions.  The day had been tediously long.  Words were stilted.  Conversation with Aubrie came at a price.  Glancing up, he noted the ceiling fan’s swift swirl.  Logan closed his eyes.  How had he gotten himself into this mess?  Even knowing the answer didn’t help.  A casual encounter with Connie, his ex at Joiner’s grocery had mushroomed into a full-blown situation.  Throwing an arm over his head, he propped his feet on the coffee table.  Aubrie would protest if she walked in about then.  She didn’t.  He could hear water running – in the shower.  Most times, he would slip out of his jeans to join her.  The notion of his hands on her silky skin appeared in his mind’s eye.  Those long legs wrapped around his hips.  Suds rolled down their bodies as he kissed her senseless over and over again.  Giggles and groans accompanied the hot, wet shower sex.  The image was one of his favorites.

The laughter switched.  No longer alluringly sweet, the sound rang raw as if on the verge of hysterical.  Logan opened his eyes.  Connie stood on the opposite side of the coffee table.  She cocked a hip while smirking at him.  Logan jumped.

“What’s the matter?  Not who you were expecting?”

His senses sharpened.  He went into military mode.  “What do you want?”  Nasty rimmed the question.

“That’s not very hospitable of you, Logan.”  Easy as you please, she strolled around the table before dropping down in front of him.  “Why don’t you let me work my magic on you, Latimar.”

Logan glared at the fingers slipping up his thigh.  Was she real?  With a free hand, he clamped down hard and unyielding.  “Don’t.”  Noting the chill in her skin, he shifted to stand.  “Get out.  Now!”

“All right.  But I’ll be back.  After all, I got more of a right to you than Aubrie does.”  With a jerk of her head in the bathroom’s direction, Connie stood, giving her long blonde tresses a good shake out.  Sauntering to the door, she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Have a nice night, Logan or should I call you daddy?”  With those words, she disappeared.

Logan released a sigh in a long, laborious effort to somehow cleanse his skin of her touch.  No good.  The incident wasn’t merely a dream.  He could smell her cheap scent. She had been in the room.  Flesh and blood, Connie had stood almost where he stood now.  “What the hell,” he growled in the silence.  “I’ve seen a ghost or an apparition, maybe a vision.  Something.”  Glancing down, he noted his hands shook.

“Who’re you talking to in here?”  Aubrie appeared in the door to the bedroom.  “I heard voices in here.  Did Katie forget something?”  Raking a fat comb through her chocolate lengths, she eyed him coolly.

Ice hardened along his spine.  “Nobody.  I was talking to myself.”  The habitual shove of hands in pockets followed by clearing his throat spoke volumes.  Logan would put money on it.  “Are you getting ready for bed?”

“Yeah, are you coming?”  Her questioning eyes tracked him as he gathered up his boots.

“No.  I’m not tired right now.  Hey, I think I’ll fly over to Gus’.  He said somebody’s been hanging around the garage after dark.  I want to scout out the area.  Sorta give him some help.  Won’t be long.  Go on to bed.  I’ll be back soon.  Okay?”  Reluctance appeared in her features.  He stepped to her.  “Look, I promise, I won’t be long.  Lock the doors.  I’ll use my key when I get back.”

“Sure.”

The one word grazed across the rawness of having lied to her.  You did not lie to your soulmate.  Stepping to Aubrie, Logan eased in for a kiss.  Soft and gentle, his lips skimmed over hers.  Without effort, his mind relaxed as her hands touched his shoulders.  She had a magnificent talent for making the outside world go away.  Reaching up, he cradled her face in his fingers.  Long, pleasurable moments passed as his mouth swept the corners of hers.  Nibbling her flesh, he bit the corner of her top lip before sucking.  She molded her body into his.  The easy way she gave into his attention stoked his ardor.  Small pulses of electricity ran the length of his body.  His shaft hardened as she stirred his blood with her hands.

“Logan?”

“Yeah, Sugar?”  His heart thrummed with a new and vital beat.

“Make love to me.”

In the light shining in from the bedroom window, her request hit him with the force of steel.  The words were ones he had heard before.  A flicker of memory brought back the night they’d made love under the stars.  This woman channeled his emotions like no other.  No magic compared to her touch.

With a groan, he walked her backward to the bed.  The urgency for her drove him to pull her nightshirt over her head.  “I need you, now,” he whispered.

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Deliberate Intent – Release Day!

The day has finally arrived.  Book two of Shadow Company is live at Amazon.  One of my beta readers commented, “The book is intense.”  I agree.  She also pointed out I left two story threads slightly unraveled.  Again, I agree.  I want readers to be intrigued enough to want more.  I hope you won’t be disappointed.  Instead, I hope you’ll look forward to book three for answers.

Katie and Duke are nothing alike.  He’s a grounded in reality ex-SEAL with no place to call home.  Katie is a small town girl born and raised.  She believes in medicine and natural medicine.  She believes in magic to some degree.  Yet, Duke and Katie can’t deny the attraction between them.Beach Travel Photo Collage

Tracking shadow walkers is dangerous work.  When magic’s involved, there’s always the threat of the unknown.  Katie discovers her friend, Logan has been charged with a crime.  Working to save the life of their friend leaves them with no place to go but each other for help.  Here’s an excerpt from Deliberate Intent, Book Two of Shadow Company.

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Katie stormed the stairs like an operative on a mission.

Duke answered the door on the third pound.

She charged past him as if he was invisible.  “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?”  Duke wondered absently if she looked as beautiful as he remembered or if the picture was simply the stingy light swinging precariously overhead.

Wheeling, she faced him with red-rimmed eyes.  “Don’t play games with me.”  Her eyes darted from the kitchen to the bed.  “Where’s your worthless friend, Logan?”

Her breath came quick and hard.  The skin along her collarbone flushed red with agitation.  “I don’t know.”  Duke shook his head.

“You’re lying.  All alike-men,” Katie muttered.  Turning, she started for the door.

“Wait a minute.  I’m not lying.  Logan was here earlier.  Have you tried Aubrie’s?”

Stopping, she turned.  Eyes narrowing, she glared at Duke.  He was glad there was the span of the room between them.  “You know what he did, don’t you?”  Taking a step, she glared at him.  Her eyes chilled with calculation.  “Yeah, you know what the worthless, two-timing bastard did.  There’s no need to protect him.  The cat’s out of the bag.”  Her voice cracked over the last word.  Glancing toward the swords and candles, stuffed in the room’s corner, she sighed.  “Those are his, aren’t they?”

Without giving him time to answer she threw up her hands.

“This is too much.  Really a pisser.”

His brow winged up!  The reaction dissipated fast as she examined him standing there in his boxers.  “Put on some clothes.  You’re gonna take me to him.”

“Sure.”  He’d follow her into hell, so the answer wasn’t hard to share.  “Except I don’t know where he is.”

“Liar.”

Temper simmered under the surface of her pristine skin.  Duke imagined reaching out to touch.  He wanted to trace the red flush of anger along her cheek.  “Easy.  I’ll get some clothes.  You want something to drink?  Water?”  A quick swipe toward the kitchen counter brought no response.  Time to grab his jeans.

“Hurry up.  I haven’t got all day.”  Pacing with the anger seething from her pores, Katie snarled at the candles in the duffle tossed into the corner of the tiny apartment.  “He wouldn’t go anywhere without those.”  Pointing to the warlock tools, she pivoted before returning to stand in his personal space.  Almost nose-to-nose with him now, Katie glared into his eyes as if trying to examine his soul for the truth.  “I want you to take me to him.”  Her finger appeared in his face.  “And don’t even think about any funny business, understood?”  Huffing out a breath, she shoved him in the chest.

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“It takes a village to publish a book.”  Someone once told me, or so I believe.  I am an Indie Author and proud of the fact.  As such, I ask for assistance from friends and family.  Thank you to the wonderful people who gave selflessly for my story.  Without my beta readers and supporters, my books would not be possible.  My sister is my rock and support through the whole process.  Thanks to you all for everything!