Friday, May 22, 2020

A quick trip to the Tarthian Empire - #Interview #SciFi #LGBTQ @KayelleAllen


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After recently reading and reviewing Kayelle Allen’s latest novel, A Stolen Heart, I found I had a lot of questions about the book and the elaborate universe in which it’s set. Kayelle kindly agreed to an interview, so I could ask them!

Lisabet : I’ve known you online for more than fifteen years. You’ve been writing stories about the Tarthian empire the whole time. Tell us about the origin of the Tarthian empire – where the ideas came from, not the origin myth within your fictional universe. How did your notions develop? How much of what you “know” now (and what you’ve shared in your recent Antonello Brothers books) did you know when you got started?

Kayelle: When I was seventeen, I had a nightmare about walking down a seemingly endless walkway in a huge throne room. At the end of the room was a woman on a throne, and I knew she was waiting for me. Her brother was missing, and she needed my help. The room was the size of a cathedral, and it was packed. Row after row of soldiers stood facing her, waiting. It felt like I walked forever but got nowhere. Finally, I decided to turn and look back, to see how far I'd come. When I did, the soldiers all looked at me, and I saw their faces for the first time. All of them had the heads of white cats.

I woke up instantly, and my heart was racing. Why I was so frightened, I don't know. No one was threatening me, but the alien aspect frightened me deeply. I also knew I had to find her brother. Why he was missing, I didn't know. That's the nature of dreams. But all of my Tarthian Empire series has come out of that.

L: How did you get the inspiration for Pietas? I have a feeling that from a creative perspective, he’s a relatively recent arrival. (Of course, I might be wrong. Sometimes characters nibble at our consciousness for decades.)

K: I probably don't have to tell you that the missing brother I dreamed about was Pietas. I didn't know his name right away, but it didn't take long to figure out. When I get a character's name, I get everything about them at once. It's quite bizarre. Until I know their name, I can't write them. There's no such thing as using a placeholder like Joe. I have to know the name because the name IS who they are. Like Pietas. His name means piety to one's parents, children, relatives, country, benefactors, etc. It's also one of the Greek virtues and denotes respect and love, especially toward fathers. I had no idea about those meanings. I had read a book where a character was named Pietr. I loved the look of the name, and decided I'd use a form of it. It wasn't until 40 years later that I discovered the other meanings. It struck me as funny, because Pietas loathes his father with every fiber of his being. That man is what drives Pietas to better himself and be a good king.

L: What made you decide to go back in time and explore Senthys’ and Khyff's early life?

K: In the first Antonello Brothers book, At the Mercy of Her Pleasure, Senth and Khyff have only just met. I always wanted to do a story about how they got together. So I wrote a story called Bro, in which they are introduced to one another, and there's a scene where Senth and his father (Luc) have each gotten a cloak through the Thieves' Guild that will make them virtually invisible. When Senth goes to get his, Luc puts on his own. When Senth comes back in, Luc scares the dickens out of him. It's a funny scene ,but there's a moment when Luc remembers his son at age three, right after he'd adopted him. His tender memory of playing hide and seek with Senth was the catalyst for A Stolen Heart. I'd like to do another story that takes place between that book and Bro. But it will be awhile. I have another Antonello Brothers story planned in which they discover they have an older brother. That's on the horizon and I hope to finish it soon.

L: When I first became aware of your work, you were writing erotic romance, including some MM romance. Then you switched gears. In fact, I believe that you even rewrote some of your earlier novels to make them PG. What were your reasons for this change?

K: I was never comfortable writing erotic romance. I did a lot of research to make sure the MM scenes were realistic, and the books were well received. It just didn't match my personality. I'm much happier writing lighter scenes. My books don't shy away from sensuality, but they are strictly closed door. The only exception is my Tales of the Chosen boxed set. That's a set of three erotic gay romances. The books tell the story of Wulf, who is a Chosen -- a secret servant of the immortals -- namely Luc. Each book is a happy for now story.

My next planned book is Surrender Trust, the sequel to Surrender Love. It's MM and features Luc finding his forever love.

L: In A Stolen Heart, you make it clear that Luc and Pietas were lovers in the past. Have you written about that in any of your novels? Do you plan to?

K: It's mentioned in other books, and in Jawk (Tales of the Chosen), there's a scene of them together, but it's an "afterwards" scene and not erotic. Both men are pansexual -- they aren't bothered by things like gender differences or sameness. They love the person for who they are, not what they are. It's refreshing writing scenes with them. They're both very open.

That said, Pietas believes Luc is his forever love and he has no intention of giving him up. So when I write Surrender Trust, Pietas is going to have to face losing him. The immortal king does not give up a fight until there's no possible means of winning, and he's been known to keep fighting even then.

L: Given that you’ve created an entire planet of felinoids, I have to ask: are you an ailurophile?

K: I do love cats. I love dogs too. I have no pets currently, though. I will happily spend an hour watching kitten and cat videos. I'm on Instagram, and there are plenty on there, believe me.

A Stolen Heart by Kayelle Allen


When he rescues a half-human orphan, a glorified space pirate turned entrepreneur sets in motion a chain of events that threatens to topple the powerful Thieves' Guild he once led.

Multiple layers of conspiracy unfold, reaching all the way to Luc's immortal ex--the king. Behind each solved mystery looms an unseen foe, undoing the good Luc accomplishes. For the sake of this child, Luc must postpone his own freedom and master his desire for revenge or he will violate an ancient vow. Worse, he'll put the toddler at risk.

At war with his compassion for the vulnerable child, loyalty to the king, duty to the Guild, and the bright lure of freedom he's coveted for centuries, Luc seeks the right path. Will he choose liberty and unparalleled success, or restore the Thieves' Guild to its former glory while overseeing the child's training?

A hard choice for any man. For an immortal whose inner monster can destroy on sight? Impossible.

A pirate with a monstrous past can never be trusted with an innocent child. Luc must ensure the child is protected, safe, nowhere near danger. Nowhere near him. Even if this little boy has already stolen his heart...



A Stolen Heart - Sci Fi with romantic elements (LGBT)
A former space pirate who's gone straight rescues a vulnerable child adept at breaking into things.


This edition comes with a 50+ page bonus book. I'm a hobby artist and love finding ways to illustrate my books. The bonus includes multiple images of characters, places, and items. I do not have skill for certain technical drawings, so I employ a graphic designer when needed.

Kayelle Allen writes space opera with larger than life, unforgettable characters. Come walk in her worlds and meet her misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, immortal gamers, and warriors who purr.


Excerpt


In this short peek, Luc is meeting with the king, Pietas (his ex), after not seeing him in person for several years.

Pietas scooted in closer and then slipped one hand across Luc's shoulders.

Luc stiffened.

"Surprised I'm here?" Pietas slid that hand down Luc's back.

The man's touch had no right to feel this good. Twisting toward him, Luc cleared his throat. "Yes. I worried something happened."

"I'm touched." A playful smile lit Pietas's face. "You worried about me?"

"I worry whenever you do something different."

"Different how?"

"Let's see." Luc ticked items off his fingers. "Send troops over a border. Incite a riot. Invade a planet. Invade some king's daughters. Or his sons... Shall I go on?"

Pietas chuckled. "You worry a lot."

To increase his personal space, Luc adjusted the hang of his jacket. "You're in a good mood."

"Yes, yes." Pietas brushed a dismissive hand through the air. "I haven't triggered a war, if that's what you're fretting about. I'm not sending you out of the Empire, and I'm not planning to feed you to my cat."

"Not planning."

"No," Pietas agreed, with a bemused expression. "Although if there's someone you want to be rid of..." He lifted one brow.

"No, no, quite capable of making people disappear on my own, my lord, but I'll keep a personal dose of panther justice in mind."

"Panther justice!" Laughing, Pietas laid a hand on his chest. "How I've missed your sense of humor. I don't recall the last time I laughed out loud." He looked down, toying with a turquoise ring.
The fat nugget of fractured stone occupied his left forefinger. The silver setting evoked a dragon's open mouth, a gift from Luc hundreds of years ago. Pietas rarely removed it.

Did he cling to their past relationship, or wear it to show Luc he hoped for the future? Either way, Luc could not reconcile being with this man with the desire for freedom. To give birth to one meant the death of the other.



Thursday, May 21, 2020

Better than no luck at all... #Review #Giveaway #Mystery #SexTrade @TopsheeJ

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Blurb

Hard Luck Girl is a mystery about prostitution in a location better known for gardens than gangsters — Victoria, British Columbia.

Rose's life has never been easy. When she finds her pimp murdered it gets a whole lot harder. At first, she sees it as an opportunity but discovers the status quo has been disrupted and she's not at the top of the food chain, not even close.

Avoiding psychopaths, police, and friends like thieves, there is no one she can turn to for help not once she discovers a pimp's life is cheap, a prostitute's even cheaper.

Stuck between the desire for a better life and holding on to hers, is a needle she's not sure she can thread. But maybe Hard Luck is better than no luck at all?

"A gritty novel with a surprising and strong female lead. Johnston offers all the expected hard-boiled elements in this mystery—including shady characters, near misses with the police, rampant sex, drug use, and violence.”- Kirkus Review

Excerpt

On my knees, I pulled Rod’s stash out from the air conditioner. I took a hefty-sized rock, held it in my hand, and weighed both it and the circumstances. She came for crystal meth, but she’d take whatever I gave her. I dug back in the air conditioner and pulled out the suspect bag when her words stuck me. “He’s got that good ice.” How did she know that? It was a chance to conduct an experiment and find out what she knew. If someone came back for the drugs and saw that the bag was short, I’d pay for it or replace it. No harm, no foul. But if it was laced with fentanyl and had in fact killed Rod, Suzy would be dead in minutes. It might make me complicit in murder, but she’d end up there at some point anyway, like a package in the mail. I’d just upgraded the shipping. If it didn’t kill her, she’d be grateful to me for giving it to her. If caught with it, she could point her finger at me and remain innocent. We were a begrudged sisterhood of sorts, we all hated the clients, society and life—we didn’t care for each other all that much either.

She looked like a dog waiting for a treat when I opened the door. She stepped toward me, hands out and palms open. She examined it before I’d even placed the poison apple in her hand, as if it were a cruel joke. She waited for me to name my price, and I let her sweat like I was about to but didn’t. I placed it in her hand, and to let her off my invisible leash said, “Don’t worry. I know you’re good for it.” She wet her cracked lips, possibly thinking about the repercussions, but her immediate appetite trumped an unknown future. She wasn’t good for it, and luckily, she didn’t have to be. I’d used her cravings against her and gained at least a favor.

Review by Lisabet Sarai

It’s just another job. That’s part of the message in Topshee Johnston’s fascinating thriller Hard Luck Girl. Prostitutes prefer to call their work “the sex trade”. This non-judgmental description is not a just euphemism, it’s an accurate description. Prostitution is a commercial transaction like any other: the sex worker trades sexual acts for money. How is this different from taking money for fixing somebody’s car, or cleaning their house, or mowing their lawn? The difference lies the eye of the beholder – in society’s notions that sex is somehow evil or immoral, especially when the participants are not committed to one another.

It’s just another job, but it’s not any easy one. Rose, the intriguing heroine in Hard Luck Girl, makes that clear. Prostitution shares a lot with theater. The best practitioners offer their clients illusions as well as physical release. Doing well requires not just an attractive body and well-developed erotic skills but also the ability to adapt to the moods of the john and to make him feel special – even though deep down he knows he wouldn’t be getting anything at all if he didn’t have the cash.

Some women are forced into the sex trade. Rose chose her career with her eyes open, under the influence of her role model Sara, and she’s not sorry. She’s smart, responsible, classy. She makes a good living. She’s worked her way up to being Rodney the pimp’s top girl, which means she has some authority with the other women in his stable. They look up to her as a role model, strange as that might seem.

So when Rodney is murdered, she has the crazy notion that maybe she can hide that fact, at least for a while. Rodney would want the girls to keep producing. She thinks she can make that happen, while she tries to figure out why he was killed, and by whom. She’s only half right, for the odds are stacked against her.

I really enjoyed reading Hard Luck Girl. The first person narrative pulls you into Rose’s head and lets you experience her cold-blooded calculations as well as her roller coaster moods. There are some intensely dramatic scenes, including the final confrontation with the villains. There are also vignettes that illustrate how much of the world views the sex trade. For instance, when Rose walks into a hardware store to acquire supplies she needs to dispose of Rodney’s body, the proprietor treats her like dirt – until he realizes she’s about to drop six hundred dollars for her purchases.

The plot felt a bit shaky to me. In particular, I found it implausible that Rose could leave a dead body in a truck in a parking lot for multiple days without anyone detecting it. The real bad guys turn out to be invisible and I wasn’t completely convinced that the proximate villains, who were more greedy than evil, would have chosen to do business with them.

However, despite this being a mystery, the focus is more on characters than plot. Rose is a compelling heroine, complicated and contradictory. She’s clearly very intelligent, but she sometimes acts on impulse and makes stupid decisions. Rodney is dead when the story opens, but we still get a glimpse of his personality, including his affinity for order and his devotion to his mother. Suzy the addict is convincingly scattered, scheming and desperate. Gorgeous, hard-boiled Sara appears only fleetingly, but leaves you with chills running down your spine. Even the local homeless guy has a distinctive voice and presence.

When I agreed to review Hard Luck Girl, I thought the author was a woman. Only when I set up this blog post did I realize that Topshee Johnston is male. I’m truly impressed by his ability to create such a complex and believable female heroine – and by his courage and creativity in making her a sex worker.

About the Author
Topshee Johnston, author of Hard Luck Girl, writes because it's the only way to get his characters to stop talking to him. He lets them tell their story and trusts their voice. Once a story is finished, he moves on to the next in line.

He lives in Victoria, B.C with his wife and daughter and when he's not writing, he's skateboarding, playing guitar, or fly-fishing.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Welcome to Nirvana! #Bisexuality #Bookstore #EroticRomance



By Sadira Stone (Guest Blogger)

Until 2016, I was one of those readers—literary snobs who look down their noses at romance for the usual stupid reasons: too corny, too predictable, too fluffy. Then I read about how fun and lucrative writing erotica can be. I thought, what the heck? Let's try.

I have never had so much fun with a writing project! My first steamy romance, Through the Red Door, nearly wrote itself, though it damn sure didn't edit itself. Now I'm totally addicted to passionate, heartfelt stories with happy endings, both as a reader and as a writer.

Why set the series in a bookshop? Ever since I was a wee lass, I dreamed of owning one. Add to that my fascination with historical erotic art and literature, and you’ve got the Book Nirvana series, set in an indie bookshop with an extensive erotica collection behind a locked red door.

I love writing stories in which a couple’s powerful physical attraction leads them to consider a partner outside their usual M.O.—one who just might turn out to be their perfect match. That’s how it happened for my husband and me!

I wanted to set my series in a college town, so I chose Eugene, home of the University of Oregon, with its lively arts scene and rich counterculture legacy from the hippie era. It’s now my favorite Oregon town to visit!



Blurb

She’s a free spirit. He’s a one-woman man.

Rejected by her family for her bisexuality, graphic artist Margot DuPont yearns for a life with no fences, no limits, and no family ties. Between college, work at Book Nirvana, and an art competition, she barely has time for her part-time girlfriend, much less a flirtation with her competitor.

Dumped into the foster system at a young age, ceramics artist Elmer Byrne craves a big, loving family of the heart. His artist family almost fills that need, but something is missing...until Margot. But when he offers his heart, her thorny defenses shatter him.

Thrown together in an art competition that could jump-start one artist's career, but not both, their irresistible attraction forces them to reconsider the meaning of success.

Excerpt

That fuzzy, flame-colored beard of his must tickle. What would it feel like brushing against her breasts, over her belly, between her thighs?
She bit her lip hard. Too much time in the red room.

The guy turned toward her and grinned. Was it just her imagination, or did his eyes flash when they met hers? Warm hazel eyes, thickly lashed and sparkling with playful energy.

A happy little vibration rose from her belly and twitched the corners of her mouth upward—until she recognized him.

Oh, yuck. This guy. She’d seen him hanging around the shop, flirting with Laurel, all swaggering, macho bullshit. She remembered how Doug, Laurel’s boyfriend, had tensed like an angry stork and glared at the shorter, buffer man.

Maxie waved. “Margot, you remember Elmer? He gave me a ride.” She nudged him with her bony elbow. “Isn’t he cute?”

Real cute. And he knows it.

How’s it going, Margot?” His grin widened as his gaze flicked down her body and back up.

Creep.

No way to avoid his extended hand without offending Maxie, so she took it. Warm, calloused, his grip firm but not too tight. A tattoo of a foaming beer mug adorned the back of his hand. Beneath the copper hair on his forearm, pretty muscles flexed.

Feet on the ground, DuPont. You’ve got no time for flirtatious fuzz-beards.

Maxie’s merry gaze flicked from Elmer to Margot. “He’s exhibiting at the Rainbow Center on Saturday.” She grinned up at Elmer. “Margot helped Laurel design that poster for the art show.”

His eyebrows rose. “That’s your work? Really nice.”

She shook her head. “It’s Laurel’s work. I just helped her with the graphic design software.”

Graphic design? Like ads and words and stuff?”

She curled her lip and prepared for battle with yet another snooty artist who looked down his precious nose at graphic arts, like nothing with words or photos could ever count as real art. “I make stuff everyone sees, not just rich people in art galleries.” She stepped closer, glaring up into his startled face while she ticked off on her fingers. “Posters for community events, book covers, the logo for this shop, and its website and signage and—”

He raised both hands and backed off a few steps. “Relax, angry elf. I wasn’t putting down your work, okay? I said I liked the poster. Jeesh.”

Maxie’s painted-on auburn brows rumpled. “Margot, I’m surprised at you.”

That stung. She lowered her gaze and shuffled her boots. “Yeah, well, I’m sick of snobby artists.”

He crossed athletic arms over his impressive pecs. “I’m not one of them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot. “Okay, cool. Sorry. So, um, what are you exhibiting at the show?”

Ceramics. Beer steins, mostly. Donated a dozen to the Rainbow Arts Center.” He winked, her dig seemingly forgotten. “If someone likes my stuff, maybe they’ll order a complete set.”

Beer mugs. Definitely not snooty. Embarrassment drilled deeper into her skull.

The pretty potter smooched Maxie’s cheek. “Well, gotta shove off. Max, I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday. Ladies.” He pantomimed lifting a hat brim, then ambled toward the door.

Maxie prodded Margot’s boot with her cane. “Why’d you bite his head off? He’s a nice boy. You should ask him out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Max, I’m not looking to date right now. Especially not that guy.”

What’s wrong with Elmer?”

I’ve seen him in action. He flirts for sport. I’m not gonna be anyone’s plaything.”

The doorway bell tinkled as Elmer strolled through. Laurel looked up from wiping the counter. “You want to wait in the café, Aunt Maxie? I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.”

Of course, doll.” Maxie tottered toward the coffee shop next door.

Margot moved behind the counter and watched through the plate-glass window as Elmer crossed the street and unlocked his rust-bucket pickup. “Pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Nice ass, though. Firm and crunchy.

Laurel chuckled. “Oh, he’s not so bad. I think he just flirts out of habit, like some people nibble their nails or twiddle their hair.” She turned away to straighten a pile of flyers. “Margot, do you—um…”

What?”

Do you date guys?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes. Why?”

On his way out, he asked about you.”

Oh, so I should date him, get him off your back?” She scrubbed her fingers through her hair. “No thanks.”

Well, I hope you’ll come to the art show anyway. I’m running the race at ten, but I’ll help with the set-up beforehand.” She cracked a crooked smile. “I’ll do my best to corral Elmer. Gotta warn you, though—if he sets his mind on you, he’s persistent.”

Don’t worry.” She shoved a hand through her spiky hair. “I can handle pushy guys. I know how to push back.”


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Ever since her first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. After leaving her teaching career in Germany, she finally tried her hand at writing one. Now she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance from her new home in Washington State, U.S.A. When not writing, which is seldom, she explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local music scene, plays darts (pretty well), plays guitar (badly), and gobbles all the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com .

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Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Join in the Charity Sunday blog hop - #CharitySunday #BlogHop #altruism #marketing

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This coming Sunday, the 24th of May, will be the next Charity Sunday. 
  
Charity Sunday is a meme designed to give authors and bloggers a chance to give back to the world—as well as, hopefully, attract new readers.  

How does it work? Each participant selects a favorite charity. Before Charity Sunday, you should prepare a blog post that: 1) talks about the charity and why you support it; 2) provides a link to the charity; 3) includes an excerpt from one of your books; 4) includes the code to show links to other participating blogs.

It’s fun if you can make the excerpt relate somehow to your chosen charity, but this isn’t required.

For every comment left on your post, you commit to giving some amount to the relevant charity. The specific charity and the amount to donate are up to you. You can set an upper limit to your donation if you want.

If you’d like to participate in the next Charity Sunday, just sign up using the Linky List below. Please be sure that the link you enter will lead directly to your Charity Sunday post, not just to the home page of your blog. 

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Fearless, honorable, and sexy as sin - #RomanticSuspense #EroticRomance @TinaDonahue


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Blurb

Only he stands between her and a hired killer.

When Kenzie discovered a toxic truth that harms military personnel, the international corporation where she worked put a hit on her. Desperate to survive, she escapes to the Crazy Mountains to hide out at a deserted cabin she recalls from childhood.

Lucas owns the property now. As a former Ranger and sniper, he’s never met a more terrified young woman. Yet despite her fear, she’s determined to bring her former employer to justice.
Not without his help.

Fearless, honorable, and sexy as sin, he’s the hero she’s always needed.

There’s no turning back as they surrender to their mounting passion for each other and meet danger head on to bring a criminal enterprise to justice, saving those service members most at risk.

 

 
Excerpt

She couldn’t chance him knowing who she was if his buddies were looking for her. It didn’t seem likely, given his easy-going personality and what he’d already revealed about himself. However, risking anything at this point wasn’t wise. “Why is my name important?”

Are you a movie star or some kind of internet sensation?” He worked his mouth to stop his smile. “Afraid I’ll recognize you from your name rather than how you look at this point?”

A drowned dog probably had her beat in the beauty department. Hardly caring, she rubbed the blanket over her lenses to dry them but left thick smears instead.

This might work better.” He pulled a rag from his back pocket. “It’s clean.”

After taking it, she worked on her glasses, uncertain whether to feel bad for treating him like a criminal or to maintain her caution as to what he might do next. Vigilance won out. “Anything else you can tell me about yourself?” She pushed the rag in her jacket pocket. “Like why you’re up here alone— You are alone, right?”

He scratched his stubbled cheek. “If you’re asking if I have a wife and kids, it’s a firm no on both counts. There’s no long-term girlfriend in my cabin either. How about you? You running from an ex-husband, ex-lover, or a current one in those two categories?”

Why are you in the middle of nowhere?”

New muttering beneath his breath. “Because I like it?”

She swore.

Easy.” He used the same voice on her that he had with Caesar.

For some reason, it didn’t piss her off but made her tired instead. “I can’t tell you how much it’d help if you gave me some details as to who you are.”

Understanding and kindness rose in his eyes. “Fair enough. I’m former military, Army.” He lifted his slicker. Beneath it, he wore a Ranger sweatshirt. “When I left the service, I came home to Montana. Had a chance to get this property and took it.”

That didn’t make sense. “You’re so rich you bought this place and don’t have to work any longer?”

He grinned, his smile wide and inviting. “Don’t I wish, but no. Even if I had the funds, I’d still want to keep busy and offer my assistance to anyone who needs it. I’m in security, so to speak. I work on assignment. When each ends, I return here to wait for my next call.”

Sincerity rang in his voice and showed on his luscious face. More importantly, he wanted to help people. Still… She’d been cautious for so long, her misgiving lingered. “What did you mean by ‘so to speak’. It’s either security or it’s not. Which is it?”

Do you always ask so many questions?”

She bounced in place. “I don’t know you.”

Hey, I gave you my blanket, I’ve offered to call for help to get your car out, and I don’t know you either. Not even your name. Is it a secret?”

She looked to the side. “Kenzie Caltrane.”

Was that so hard?”

His softened tone and big body called to her as few things had. She was fucking weary and scared, and simply wanted to melt into his arms and beg him to make things better. Which he couldn’t. One man who worked security didn’t have that power. Damn, getting involved in her problems might get him killed, too. “You shouldn’t have stopped to help.”

Why not?”

Because you can’t.” The tears she’d held back for weeks poured out, turning into hitching sobs. “You’ll get hurt.”

Hey, hey.” He gathered her to him in a protective caress. “Nothing’s that bad. No one’s that powerful. If your current or ex, or whatever, is after you, I can get you to a safe place and—”

You can’t stop the entire government.” She pushed away. “You can’t stop an assassin.”

His features slackened. “What?”

She put out her hand, warning him to keep his distance. “Go back to your cabin. Pretend you never saw me. Forget my damn name.” A new sob caught in her throat. “You can’t help.”

Calm down, please.” He lifted his hands but didn’t touch her. “I’m not going anywhere. I sure as hell don’t intend to leave you out here alone to face whatever—”

You. Have. To.” She edged back. “There’s no choice. If you think you can call 9-1-1 and fix this, it isn’t possible. The federal government is involved. They’ll bury you.”

Alarm sparked in his eyes then faded, resolve replacing it. “Involved in what? What are you talking about? Who are you?”

For once, she got in his face. “I’m a toxic truth to the feds and others. They don’t want me around. That’s why they’ve put a hit out on me.”

About Tina


Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.


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