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Guardian – Intrigue, Danger and Mythological Mayhem Galore!

Monad-Chronicles

Nuria, Warrior Monad Third Level is a protector of the magical realm. She occasionally works with guardian angels when the human realm is in danger. When Nuria is called to help a guardian save a human woman from a demon, she isn’t prepared for the woman to turn on them and send the guardian to the Elysian Fields for all eternity.

Now Nuria’s on the hot seat with the gods of Olympus, and to earn her way out of trouble she’s been given a task. It appears there may be a plot to take over Olympus, and the gods suspect a human named Ian Lavelle is at the heart of it.

So they send Nuria to Earth to find, question, and destroy the sexy and elusive Ian. There’s only one problem… Ian Lavelle is much more than he seems. And there’s a very good chance he may just be too hot for Nuria to handle!

 

“What a wonderful read for Paranormal fans! The author brought to life wonderful characters like Zeus and creatures that were intriguing. Guardian was a great book, and I highly recommend it.”

~ Lynne T – Bitten by Books

We entered a large cavern that was so dark I couldn’t even see Ian a few inches in front of me. I reached out and felt for him. When my fingers touched smooth, warm skin I slid them down until they encountered the rough waist of his faery breeches. I tucked my fingers inside so I wouldn’t lose him.

“This really isn’t the place or time, Monad,” he murmured huskily, “but I’m game if you are.”

“Shut up.”

The air in the cavern was thick with the putrid harpy stench. I slammed my lips shut in regret as soon as I’d spoken. I could almost feel the smell as a coating on my tongue. My gag reflex kicked in but I fought it back.

It’s just odor. I told myself. It can’t really be crawling into my nose, my lips, my eyes. But it was so heavy in the air it felt as if it were alive. I wanted to ask Ian about it, but I was reluctant to open my mouth again.

Ian’s body jerked to a stop suddenly and I slammed into him. It wasn’t an altogether horrible experience.

He cursed softly and began fumbling in his breeches for something. Finally a soft click preceded a small illumination on the ground in front of us. We looked down and saw a huge skull on the ground at our feet. The fangs jutting out from the skull were easily six inches long and curved together at the sides of a wide jaw. It looked like it had been a gargoyle.

Ian stepped over the thing and kept the small, beamstick focused on the ground as we walked. It was a good thing he’d pulled it out. The ground in the cavern was a veritable minefield of bones and rotting parts.

Well, at least that explained the stench.

Finally, I couldn’t help myself. I had to talk. “Did you come in this way?”

Ian’s body swayed as he shook his head. “I came in at the other end of the wood. But this is closer to Tana’s kingdom. I’m getting short on time and decided it was worth the risk.”

I frowned. “Short on time? For what?”

He stopped suddenly. “Did you hear that?”

I listened, casting my eyes blindly around as I strained to hear what he thought he’d heard.

“I don’t hear anything.”

After a few beats he started walking again. I followed in silence for a while and then commented. “This seems like a lot of carnage for two harpies doesn’t it?”

He stiffened and stopped again.

That time I heard it too. It was a small shifting sound. Like claws against rock. A tiny breeze swept over us, thick with the stench of harpy. And a whisper of sound followed it.

Wings.

Ian lifted the tiny beam of light toward the ceiling of the cavern and, at first, I thought the ceiling was alive. It appeared to be filled with roiling purple shadows that shifted smoothly against the light of Ian’s beamstick. But then the small circle of light halted on something that was definitely a face.

Or at least it was the eyes of a face, but its bottom half appeared to be all jagged, deadly looking teeth.

A soft warbling sound filled the air and the ceiling roiled in a wavelike fashion as what looked like thousands of harpies shifted into movement. Then one of them detached herself from the rock and hung above us, her nearly black wings stretching to their full width and her talons curving in anticipation. She looked huge, at least fifteen feet long. She threw back her head and screeched.

The place exploded into sound.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Guardian – Mythology, Magic and Flying Horses with ‘Tude!

Monad-Chronicles

Nuria, Warrior Monad Third Level is a protector of the magical realm. She occasionally works with guardian angels when the human realm is in danger. When Nuria is called to help a guardian save a human woman from a demon, she isn’t prepared for the woman to turn on them and send the guardian to the Elysian Fields for all eternity.

Now Nuria’s on the hot seat with the gods of Olympus, and to earn her way out of trouble she’s been given a task. It appears there may be a plot to take over Olympus, and the gods suspect a human named Ian Lavelle is at the heart of it.

So they send Nuria to Earth to find, question, and destroy the sexy and elusive Ian. There’s only one problem… Ian Lavelle is much more than he seems. And there’s a very good chance he may just be too hot for Nuria to handle!

 

“What a wonderful read for Paranormal fans! The author brought to life wonderful characters like Zeus and creatures that were intriguing. Guardian was a great book, and I highly recommend it.”

~ Lynne T – Bitten by Books

Ian dragged me through the guards at the door, very odd feeling that, and down the steps of the tree house to the ground far below. I started to turn toward the gate but he pulled me back. “This way.”

I glared at him. “Have you lost your mind? Why would we go to the palace? Tana wants you deader than I do.”

He stopped, turning toward me and yanking me up against his warm, hard body. “You want me dead?”

I scowled at him, “Only occasionally.”

He leaned down before I knew what he was doing and covered my lips with his. A whirlwind of sensation flowed through me from the touch of his skin against mine and I gasped under its onslaught, trying to pull away. But his arms were iron bands around my body and I wasn’t going anywhere.

I decided I might as well enjoy it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, pulling the intoxicating musk of his breath into my body and rolling it around on my tongue like the finest ambrosia. His hands swept up my back and tangled in my hair. His body ground into me with urgent need. His lips left mine and he growled. “We’ll finish this later. I need to get to Tana.”

He turned and strode toward the Palace. I stood there, slightly dazed by the intensity of the kiss, and then started after him. I wasn’t sure why he was so bent on getting to the woman who wanted to kill him but I figured he might need me to save him from the noose. And I still had a lot of damn questions to ask. So I took off after him.

I glanced around as a door slammed shut behind me, followed by a strident voice lifted in anger. Etta was being led out of the tree dwelling where we’d been ensconced and toward the caves. She wasn’t happy about it. She was nearly shrieking with rage, but her captors were turning a deaf ear to her. Probably literally at that point. I was sure their auditory senses had shut down in self defense. But I figured they were more afraid of their queen than they were of one, tiny, pissed off guardian angel. I couldn’t say I blamed them. I’d have to remember to warn the Watcher so he could get her released.

I grinned. After Ian and I were safely away.

We walked right past a full complement of guards on the steps of the palace and down a long, marble hallway, toward a tall set of gold doors at the end. The two guards at the door, armed with crossbows and swords, were discussing the women they’d had the night before as we walked through…I mean literally through, the golden doors and into Queen Tana’s rooms.

She was standing before a roaring fire, staring into its depths. Suddenly she stiffened and turned, starting directly at us. “Ian? Show yourself.”

Ian suddenly disappeared from the layer and reappeared in the room with the faery queen. Stuck in the deep travel layer by myself, I panicked. Then I realized I could probably extricate myself in the same way I usually did, when I’d been traveling in an alternate layer. A second later I was in the room with them, much to the queen’s surprise.

“Why is she with you?”

Ian shrugged. “She seems very fond of me. She’s always throwing herself at me.” He grinned in my direction and I scowled.

“Your highness.” I bowed. “I have been sent by the Council of the Gods to fetch this human and get some answers from him. I won’t leave his side until I get those answers.”

Ian’s grin widened. “Interesting.”

I ignored him. Queen Tana stared hard at me for a moment and then nodded. “I have spoken to the Watcher. He assured me of the same. But I too have business with Ian Lavelle. Your business must await mine.”

I opened my mouth to argue but Ian’s voice stopped me. “We haven’t much time, Tana. I have been away for too long. They’ve been suspicious of me since I refused to bring them here.”

She nodded, turning back to the fire. I opened my mouth again…

“I feared as much. Have you learned who in my kingdom betrays me?”

Ian put a hand up to still me. “Not yet. But I’m getting close. Very close.”

I watched his nose to see if it grew visibly from this whopper.

Tana handed him a small cloth bag, tied at the top with faery twine. “I’ve filled this with the altered dust. That is the last of my special mix.”

Ian nodded. “Shall we communicate in the normal fashion then?”

Tana threw me a speculative glance and turned to Ian, her startlingly beautiful eyes filled with communication I couldn’t decipher. He returned her gaze and I felt a subtle change in the air that told me I was outnumbered and soon to be outmaneuvered.

Tana’s next words confirmed this. “The Monad must not be allowed to interfere.”

Ian threw me a speculative glance and frowned. He opened his mouth but didn’t get a chance to say whatever had been on his mind. I leapt on him, the weight of my body and the element of surprise bringing him to the ground beneath me.

His mouth came open in a grunt as he hit the floor hard with me on top and I quickly emptied the contents of the vial the Watcher had given me down his throat.

He choked and sputtered and spewed some of the contents back into my face. But I saw his throat working convulsively and I knew some of it had gone down.

Suddenly a blinding light encompassed us and invisible bands of steel wrapped themselves around me and yanked me away from Ian, dragging me upright to dangle in the air above him, twisting painfully.

I jerked against the bonds that held me. To no avail. Queen Tana’s power was legendary and she’d had thousands of years to hone it to perfection.

Ian pulled himself off the floor, wiping a hand across his lips. He strode toward me, anger riding his dark features. I forced myself not to flinch as he brought his face within an inch of mine. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

“What did you give me, Monad?”

I smiled, at last I had the upper hand. Though to look at me, arms locked against my body with invisible power bands and hanging helpless in the air, it might be hard to see it. I figured it was all a matter of perspective.

“Binding potion. If you leave my side you’ll suffer excruciating pain.”

Ian stared hard into my eyes for several beats and then turned to Tana. She shook her beautiful head in disgust. “You have no idea what you’ve done, Monad. Stupid, stupid spirit.”

“Then tell me.”

Ian walked away from me to pace the room. “I have to return today or all will be lost.”

“Mayhaps we should just kill her.”

Oh boy. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The potion has bound him inextricably to me. He needs me now. He’ll descend slowly into madness if I’m killed.” I didn’t know at all if this was true. But I thought it sounded good. And I really didn’t want him to test the theory.

Ian swore and the intensity of his pacing increased. Finally he looked up at the faery queen. “I’ll have to take her back with me.”

I smiled smugly.

Tana’s jeweled gaze widened. “How? You can’t just add her to the group. You know how suspicious they are. They’ll kill you and disband.”

Ian swore again and resumed pacing. “I don’t see any way around it. If what she says is true I’ll be next to useless. Maybe I can keep her in the deep travel layer so they don’t know she’s there.”

I frowned, not liking that option at all, but I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut. I’d fight that battle later, when I wasn’t outnumbered.

The air before the queen shimmered and her gaze flew to Ian. “The Watcher comes. Go now!”

Suddenly the invisible bands around my body dropped away and I hit the floor, hard, falling to my knees. Ian grabbed my hand and threw faery dust over our heads, and we were off.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Purple or Not, The Prose They’re Writing Sizzles!

purpleprose-500

Forget being creatively blocked. Forget being purple. They just want to survive the process of writing the book!

When she hits the writer’s block of all writer’s blocks, Lindsey Prince thinks her muse has abandoned her. But she opens her door one day to find a gorgeous new one standing there, “anxious” to help her finish her current project. There’s only one problem… her new muse, Zahn, has been turned purple by Calliope, Chief of the Muses, for indulging in Purple Prose. Unfortunately, his fate rests on Lindsey submitting a purple prose free manuscript to her editor. No pressure there.

To make matters worse, Zahn apparently has a powerful and cranky ex-girlfriend who isn’t all that thrilled by the growing attraction between Lindsey and Zahn. She’ll do anything to stop Lindsey from submitting that manuscript. Anything. Based on the extremely heated “research” she and Zahn have been indulging in, Lindsey knows her sexy IR story will sizzle. She only needs to live through the process of writing it.

No easy task, that.

Fallen Angels gives Purple Prose 5 Angels!

“I grinned my way through Purple Prose – it truly is a laugh-a-minute read. Hilarious situations, witty dialogue, a parrot that adds his own commentary, and two very likeable lead characters make this a book to remember.”

~ Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews

 

We sat silently for a few minutes, watching the fountain. I laid my head on his chest and Zahn rubbed my back in, what I interpreted initially as, a soothing gesture. But he’d awakened too many feelings in me for it to stay that way.

The rubbing soon started to feel like a caress. His hand moving on my back was creating a whirlwind of sensory feeling that spiraled downward and found a home at the juncture of my thighs. I squirmed in his lap as the pressure built, and my nipples hardened, poking his chest through the thin silk of my camisole sleep top.

Zahn shifted, bringing hard evidence of his arousal to my hip. I looked up and his lips fell to mine, consuming me in a kiss with near desperate overtones. I moaned and turned in his lap so my breasts were crushed against his naked chest. My hands tangled in his soft black hair.

The morning’s heat built quickly into an inferno between us. I moved my mouth ravenously over his lips, feeling as if I couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t draw enough of his scent, his taste, into me.

Zahn groaned and stood up, carrying me with him. He laid me on the thick grass beside the fountain, and with a look, extinguished the spot light over the door to the house. He quickly pulled off his silky boxers. His cock sprang free, bobbing heavily in the early morning light. I licked my lips with anticipation.

Zahn started to lie down beside me but I sat up quickly, reaching for him instead. I hungrily closed my lips over his cock. He growled low in his throat and lowered his head, weaving strong fingers in the tangled mass of my morning hair.

I pulled him deep, straining to get all of him into the warm cave of my eager mouth, and then, tightening my lips, allowed him to slide slowly back out. I increased the pressure with every slide of his hard flesh, until Zahn started to tremble in an effort to retain control.

As I milked him slowly in and out of my mouth, my hand gently kneaded the big warm sac beneath his cock. I ran one finger up and down the seam between his anus and his balls, pressing gently as I stroked.

Zahn was vibrating with building pleasure. Once or twice, his knees started to buckle beneath him. Finally he grabbed my head and pulled himself gently out of my mouth. “I need you now!”

He reached down and pulled my cami off over my head, sweeping my silk boxers off with the other hand, and lowered himself onto me like a starving man at a Vegas buffet. I lay back, reveling in the cool, silky feel of the thick grass against my overheated body, and arched to meet him as he plunged into me.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Purple Prose – Tons of Purple Fun!

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Forget being creatively blocked. Forget being purple. They just want to survive the process of writing the book!

When she hits the writer’s block of all writer’s blocks, Lindsey Prince thinks her muse has abandoned her. But she opens her door one day to find a gorgeous new one standing there, “anxious” to help her finish her current project. There’s only one problem… her new muse, Zahn, has been turned purple by Calliope, Chief of the Muses, for indulging in Purple Prose. Unfortunately, his fate rests on Lindsey submitting a purple prose free manuscript to her editor. No pressure there.

To make matters worse, Zahn apparently has a powerful and cranky ex-girlfriend who isn’t all that thrilled by the growing attraction between Lindsey and Zahn. She’ll do anything to stop Lindsey from submitting that manuscript. Anything. Based on the extremely heated “research” she and Zahn have been indulging in, Lindsey knows her sexy IR story will sizzle. She only needs to live through the process of writing it.

No easy task, that.

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! “I have to say that I absolutely love this book. It has humor, action, jealousy, and a super sexy purple man, so basically it has everything. I highly recommend this book to romance lovers who aren’t afraid of a little humor and some bad (or good) purple prose.” 

 

“So,” the beautiful muse said over hot rolls and maple butter, “have you had sex with Zahn yet?”

A fat piece of buttery roll went down the wrong pipe, and I choked and heaved, trying to hork it back up out of my windpipe. Astis pounded me on the back in, apparently, the Greek Olympian version of the Heimlich. I flew off my chair and landed in a choking puddle on the carpet of my favorite steak restaurant.

I jumped to my feet, beyond embarrassed, and hacked up the chunk of roll. I sat back down, red-faced and teary-eyed.

“Are you okay?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. Somehow, I didn’t believe she cared.

As we’d been leaving the house, Mike had squawked loudly and flung himself at my shoulder, trying in vain to hold me in the house. While he hadn’t been able to keep me home, his frantic concern left its mark, making me wonder about Astis’s motives. Or maybe my doubts centered on the way she had continued to butter her roll, not even looking at me as I faced death on the floor.

I pushed the rest of my roll away with a grimace. I’d really been enjoying it, too.

“So? You haven’t answered my question.”

I looked frantically around the restaurant, trying to find something else to talk about. Nothing came to me. Finally, under the piercing impact of her intent gaze, I opened my mouth. “Well, that’s a pretty dress.” I blinked, feeling stupid but determined not to give in to her bullying tactics and spill my guts.

She looked down, still chewing. Figures she’d be one of those people who actually chewed their food several times before swallowing it. Personally, I preferred the canine method. Beat it a couple of times with your tongue and then shove it down your throat before it starts to fight back. That could explain why I choked on my food a lot.

“This old thing?”

With what looked like real gold braid and two hundred year old lace, that “old thing” was probably worth more than my entire year’s earnings. It was a bit much for the restaurant we were currently sitting in. It had been garnering looks from the restaurant patrons since we’d scuttled—okay, I’m the only one who scuttled—in some forty-five minutes earlier.

The waiter brought our salads. He set mine down in front of me. “Are you sure you can handle this, or should I dial 9-1-1 now?”

I glared at him. “No tip for you.”

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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The Biggest Poser – IR Contemporary Romance with Humor and Heat!

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May the biggest liar win. Or die trying!

Personal trainer for the ever popular, Lose it! reality show, Jillie Maxwell is up for the most important award of her career. And she’s competing against the biggest b-eye-itch she’s ever met. Fortunately for her, she has the sexiest man alive in her corner. Problem is, each and every one of them has a dirty little secret that could tank a career.

For the contestants, the race is on to lose the most weight and win everything. For the staff of the popular weight loss show, the clock is ticking to the culmination of their lies and the possibility of losing it all.

Will the Biggest Poser win? Or will the lies just grow and grow until they sink the whole show? Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be an entertaining ride!

 

 4.5 Stars Single Titles: “The Biggest turned out to be an amazing story. Little things keep going wrong in the competition and all evidence seems to point one way but as the story unfolds, the fabric of all the lies starts to come unraveled. Who is The Biggest Poser? Read this delightfully fun, sexy story to find out. You will not be disappointed in The Biggest Poser by Sam Cheever.” Debby Guyette, Single Titles

 

Brandt moved behind her and placed his hands on the wide stucco-covered railing to either side of her hips. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on one bare shoulder. “Sounds like fun.”

She shivered as his lips moved across her back and touched the top of the other shoulder. “Yeah. I was almost tempted.”

Brandt made a non-committal sound and moved upward, creating a warm trail of kisses up the back of her neck. She smelled like flowers and sun, her skin warm and delightfully soft. She lowered her head to allow him free access to her neck and throat. He took full advantage, dropping his hands to wrap his arms around her middle, pulling her into his aching shaft. She sighed as he tasted the sensitive skin beneath her ear and pressed closer. “I need you so badly, Jillie. It’s all I can think about.”

She stiffened slightly, not responding, and panic slid through him. She’d told him they couldn’t be together. What if she rejected him?

He straightened slowly and stepped away from her. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

She stood too and turned to face him. “Did you mean it?”

“I would never lie to you.” Even as he said the words he cringed inside. He had been lying to her, and he intended to keep doing it.

Her dark gaze searched his face for a moment, and then she stepped closer, reaching toward his face with one hand. Her other hand rested on his hip. The contact burned like a brand.

She slid a finger over his lips and he kissed it, resisting the urge to slip it into his mouth. He wanted to go as slow as she needed to go. He wouldn’t rush her.

Even if it killed him.

The clutch of his jeans on his swollen shaft made dying a real possibility.

“I dream about you at night.” She spoke breathlessly, in a near whisper.

He forced himself not to respond, letting her take the lead.

She took another step, stopping as her bare toes bumped up against his in his flip-flops. The contact almost sizzled in the cool night air.

“I know I said we couldn’t be together…”

He shook his head. “If you aren’t comfortable with this…”

She stopped him with the touch of a delicate fingertip. “I want this. I do.” She lifted onto her toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I really do.” She parted her lips slightly and gave him another whisper soft kiss. As she broke the kiss, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it gently. “I know it’s a mistake, but it’s one I want to make.”

“It’s not as big a mistake as letting the world keep us apart,” Brandt whispered. He settled his hands onto her hips and pulled her into his body. He bent to capture her upturned lips in a heated kiss, and then groaned when he couldn’t get close enough to her or deepen the kiss the way he wanted to. His arms slipped around her waist and he dragged her up his long body, enjoying the soft friction between them as he gathered her into his arms to kiss her properly.

 

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The Biggest Poser – The Meet Cute!

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May the biggest liar win. Or die trying!

Personal trainer for the ever popular, Lose it! reality show, Jillie Maxwell is up for the most important award of her career. And she’s competing against the biggest b-eye-itch she’s ever met. Fortunately for her, she has the sexiest man alive in her corner. Problem is, each and every one of them has a dirty little secret that could tank a career.

For the contestants, the race is on to lose the most weight and win everything. For the staff of the popular weight loss show, the clock is ticking to the culmination of their lies and the possibility of losing it all.

Will the Biggest Poser win? Or will the lies just grow and grow until they sink the whole show? Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be an entertaining ride!

 

 4.5 Stars Single Titles: “The Biggest turned out to be an amazing story. Little things keep going wrong in the competition and all evidence seems to point one way but as the story unfolds, the fabric of all the lies starts to come unraveled. Who is The Biggest Poser? Read this delightfully fun, sexy story to find out. You will not be disappointed in The Biggest Poser by Sam Cheever.” Debby Guyette, Single Titles

 

Brandt stood in the massive entryway looking around in bemused awe as people surrounded them and whisked their bags away with quiet efficiency. He’d had his doubts about taking the job when it had been offered to him, but everything he’d seen since arriving at the airport had cemented in his mind that he’d made the right decision.

“Watch out for that small bag, you cow! I’ve got thousands of dollars of cosmetics in that thing!”

The young woman carrying the makeup bag had already taken several direct hits from the heavy artillery known as Deva Banks and looked ready to cry.

The woman’s name definitely suited.

Brandt’s gaze swung to the dark haired woman standing next to him. “Lighten up, Deva. She’s just trying to do her job.”

The young woman, who had introduced herself as Anne, smiled gratefully in his direction.

Banks snorted. “If nobody tells them when they screw up, how will they learn?”

Brandt looked away. Deva Banks might have been a kick ass instructor, but she had to be the meanest bitch he’d ever met.

“Oh God!” She moaned in his general direction. “I hope they aren’t planning on putting us on one of the upper floors in this rat-hole. I absolutely despise heights.” Her beautiful bright green gaze slid to the matching curved staircases rising from either side of the entryway toward the three floors above.

“Then I’m sure they’ll place you on a lower level.” Brandt watched the abused young woman with the makeup bag whisper something to the young man helping her carry Deva’s bags and they turned toward the staircase on the right.

Brandt and Deva followed Anne up the stairs to the second level and kept going. The abused young woman sent a smug look over her shoulder as they passed three and headed for four. Brandt caught her eye and grinned.

Apparently Deva Banks would be quivering in terror on the fourth floor for the duration of her stay. You should never piss off the people who made things work.

“Welcome to the Lose it! Ranch!”

Brandt slid his gaze toward the other stairway and he sucked in a breath.

Jillie Maxwell.

He’d been about half in love with her for three years, ever since she joined the cast of the show and stole the hearts of every person with an extra pound of weight to lose, while terrifying them into peeing their pants.

She walked toward them wearing a welcoming smile, her spectacular gray-brown eyes sparkling with pleasure.

The woman standing behind him blew out an irritated breath. “Oh good, you must be the makeup person? I’ll need you in my room in an hour. We need to go over my makeup. I’m very particular about how my face is done.”

Brandt frowned as the petite black woman skidded to a stop, the small hand she’d been about to offer them drooping with uncertainty. Of all the abuse he’d witnessed by the dark-haired witch, her part in removing the shine from Jillie Maxwell’s pretty almond-shaped eyes was more than he could take.

He stepped forward and grabbed the drooping hand, holding it between both of his. “Ms. Maxwell, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve been a fan for years.”

Jillie threw one last hesitant look toward the Deva and then favored him with a smile that made the ligaments in his knees melt. “The pleasure is totally mine, Mr. Parkerson. I’ve been following your work since that article in Food Guru last year. It was a very impressive piece.”

Brandt shook his head. “I just happened to fix the right dish that night. It was pure luck. But if it helped me get this job, I’m really glad the reviewer liked sea bass stewed with apples and onions.”

Deva Banks, apparently annoyed to be ignored for more than thirty seconds, cleared her throat and stuck her hand between them. “I’m sure you know who I am, Jillie, so I won’t introduce myself. I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you.” She flipped a perfectly manicured hand in the air. “I only notice people who are important to me. You know what I mean?” She smiled and patted Jillie on the forearm. “Nothing personal. You’ve done a decent enough job carrying this dog of a show so far. I’m sure you’re pleased to be able to step aside now and let me take over.” Her wide mouth, perfectly coated in deep red lipstick that reminded Brandt of a red delicious apple, spread in a mean grin. “And not a moment too soon, eh?”

Even her laugh sounded mean.

Jillie stood, blinking for a beat, her soft pink lips opened slightly in shock. Once she got over the astonishment of being so publicly and unexpectedly insulted, she shook her head, her short cap of black hair dancing with the movement. “Not at all, Ms. Banks. I assure you your presence on the set will only highlight my strengths. I welcome the competition.” Her smile widened as Brandt coughed to hide a laugh. “Now I’ve been told that you both have rooms on the fourth floor. If you’d like to follow me, I’ll show you where you’ll be living this season.”

Brandt couldn’t help throwing Deva Banks a grin as they started up the wide staircase. The woman was just about purple with rage, and she nearly broke off a stiletto heel stomping after Jillie.

Brandt turned his focus to more pleasant things, like the heart-shaped derriere of the world’s favorite fitness instructor bouncing up the stairs in front of him. His high opinion of her was only strengthened by the realization that she appeared more than capable of holding her own against the hag from Hollywood.

The season was going to be fun and promising. And he couldn’t wait to get started.

 

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Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic “will engage you on multiple levels; many you won’t even realize until long after you finish the tale.”

Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

5 stars – Venus Cahill Reviews:  “This story jumps right into the action and never lets up! Yeira is a kick-butt heroine but she’s still easy to relate to, which was surprising considering her amazingly unique situation. Kord is the ultimate Alpha and he took my breath away. He’s masculine and imposing and while he is steadfast and dependable he is also a good man at heart. The setting becomes almost a third lead character and I loved it. I cannot wait to read more stories about the fabulous world this author has created. I will freely admit to being a huge fan of this author, I love her Honeybun series but I was a little apprehensive of reading an apocalyptic story as I rarely enjoy them but this one was a definite exception not only did I thoroughly enjoy it I want more!”

 

She swallowed hard and blinked, realizing she’d been staring for several seconds. Clearing her throat with embarrassment, she tore her gaze away and looked toward the ground. The fat, white flower lay in the dust, its glossy petals beaded with the precious liquid she’d been planning to use on him.

She swallowed again and her gaze lifted. To treat his wounds, she’d have to work mere inches from the jutting shaft. Dangerously close. Just the sight of it made her mouth water for a taste. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch.

“Um…maybe you should do this yourself.”

A smug, sexy grin split his handsome face. “Afraid you won’t be able to resist my…um…charms?”

Anger spiked and Yeira bent over to grab the dropped blossom. “I was only thinking about you. But if you’re going to be an ass—” She stalked toward him, glowering as she carefully avoided looking at the impressive package jutting from between his legs. “This might sting a bit,” she told him with a mean little smile. He stood perfectly still, not making any attempt to move so that she could reach his muscular thigh without touching his naked cock.

Yeira assessed the landscape. The triple furrows of torn skin, already angry looking with the onset of infection, were close to his inner thigh. She blinked, realizing how close the vulture had come to ripping a much more sensitive part of his anatomy. Glancing up, she met his dark, unflinching gaze. There was no evidence there that he was thinking of the close call. His eyes held heat and his square, bristled jaw was tight. She skimmed a look over his chest, noting the shallow breaths. He was obviously much more affected by the idea of her touching him than he was letting on.

That made Yeira feel a little better. At least she wasn’t the only one who thought her groin might spontaneously combust at any moment.

 

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Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic – Sexy Dark Paranormal Romance

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Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

I Am, Indeed:  ” Engrossing and detailed with plenty of twists, this was a fun read with a solid love conquers all things message.”

Big mistake. Huge mistake. Pleasure, hot and imperative, slammed through Audie, thickening his cock the second his lips touched hers. He dragged her closer as his lips opened and his tongue slipped through to taste her delightful essence.

She was warm and soft and deliciously alive beneath his touch. Her breasts were enticing mounds against his chest, the firmness of her nipples a clear sign that she didn’t exactly hate what they were doing.

She moaned softly and Audie experienced a jolt of real fear as his body tightened in immediate response. She was perfect in his arms, like an extension of his own body, and the thought was terrifying. He’d tried to ignore the craving that had burned in his gut for months. With harsh words and a cold demeanor, he’d tried to keep her at arm’s length.

But none of that meant anything. Because he was dangerously close to realizing that he couldn’t ignore the feelings she engendered in him. Nothing he’d tried could blind him to the burning desire her closeness caused.

The thought of her being in danger had nearly undone him. The sight of her bleeding wound made him want to kill and maim.

Audie hadn’t been sure if Yeira returned his feelings. But in that moment, as her lips moved urgently beneath his, he knew. And the knowing was like a knife in his gut.

He could no longer tell himself he was pursuing a useless hope. He knew by her reaction to his kiss that if he wanted to reach out and claim her, he’d likely find her willing and eager.

As if she knew his thoughts, she clasped his shirt in her small hands and dragged him closer. Her mouth angled hungrily over his, her sweet tongue dancing into his mouth as her hips rocked from side to side, teasing the ridge of rock-hard cock beneath his pants. Audie’s heart jumped painfully as a soft sound of need throbbed in her lovely throat.

He’d tried to dehumanize Yeira. He’d tried to place her in the same ugly bucket as the zombies the dark one had created. But she was too vibrant…too delicious…for him to easily dismiss.

More importantly, everything that made her what she was called to him. And everything within Audie craved her touch.

 

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Get the Fever for Sexy Romantic Suspense

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

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Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

 

From Hell Hath no Honeybun

What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life!

Garrick Honeybun was only at the Halloween fundraiser as a favor to his cousins and his Uncle Brick. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the singer, who stirred his senses like nothing he’d ever experienced, and had a voice like molten honey. In fact, he fully intended to tell her how much he enjoyed her singing.

Unfortunately, somebody got to her before he could. And when the guy who shoved her around behind stage showed up dead in the cloakroom, Garrick’s beautiful songbird took a runner. Now Garrick had to find her, and when he did, he fully intended to find out why she killed the guy—and figure out how he could help her get away with it.

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Ena Vargis ignored the chorus of horrified gasps that followed her as she raced for the door. She plunged through the revolving glass door and sprinted past Gus the doorman.

“Miss! Are you all right?” Gus called out.

Ignoring him, she ran as fast as she could on the tall shoes she favored for singing engagements. Her ankle gave as one of the slim heels caught in a sidewalk crack and she stumbled against the wall, pain radiating up her leg. Ena gave a soft cry as the rough brick ripped the skin on her elbow.

The sidewalks were full and several people asked if she needed help but Ena didn’t dare let them see her face or her bloody hands.

She pushed away from the wall and started running again, limping only slightly as adrenaline coursed through her. Heading down a side street that was filled with shadows and had fewer people on the sidewalks, she finally stopped to catch her breath. She kept an eye on the cross-street, though she was pretty sure the man from the cloakroom hadn’t followed.

Leaning against a sooty brick wall, Ena reached down to pull off her shoes, groaning with relief as her achy feet found the cool concrete. Her teeth clacked together and tears slid in a steady stream down her cheeks. Ena sniffled and scraped the back of her hand across her wet nose.

Her hand was shaking. Badly. And her fingers were sticky with blood. She sobbed and slid down the wall, ignoring the tug and pull of the rough brick over her once-pretty costume.

Jaime was dead. What was she going to do? Her hands shook so badly she clasped them together and lowered her head, resting it on her knees as she cried. What the hell was she going to do?

Hola Hermosa.”

Ena’s head jerked up and she expelled a surprised breath. Several dark forms stood in the street, all facing her way. One of the men staring at her held a long knife in one hand. As she pushed to her feet he started moving closer.

~SC~

Garrick asked everyone he passed if they’d seen a tall, black woman in a fairy costume and followed the trail of affirmative responses down the street. Three blocks down from the hotel the sidewalk traffic had thinned to the point where his luck ran out. He stopped at the end of the sidewalk and looked to his left and his right. The cross street was dimly lit, the towering carcasses of its street lights bending uselessly over the pockmarked streets.

In the low light, he could just make out the darker swirl of graffiti on the scarred brick walls. The area felt vastly different from the privileged spaces he’d left behind and he wondered if a single, unarmed woman would venture into it.

His gut told him she wouldn’t, but, as he was turning away to return to the Goldenrod hotel, his gaze caught on a pale strand of something stuck to the brick. When he yanked it free he recognized the glittery fiber as probably having come from somebody’s Halloween costume. Of course the strand could have come from anywhere, but Garrick’s gut told him it was hers.

Though it wasn’t really his gut he was listening to as he started down the darkened street.

As he left the traffic behind, Garrick became aware of the way his footsteps bounced off the walls and came back to him, sounding louder than they should. Overhead a jet roared by as it took off from Indianapolis Airport, only a few miles away as the crow flies. A gust of frosty air spun down the street, momentarily expanding the ridiculous devil costume like air through a bellows.

Garrick briefly considered removing the silly outfit. He wore black wool slacks and a black turtleneck underneath it and figured he’d have a much lower profile dressed in real clothes than he did in the bright red devil costume. Even at Halloween.

But he didn’t want to take the time.

A soft scuff sounded nearby and Garrick stopped, his senses on full alert. “Is someone there?”

Silence met his terse question. Garrick peered into the darkness and saw the slightest movement against the unlit walls. He reached for the switchblade he’d started carrying when he’d inherited his money and had become a target overnight. His hand hit the flat, pocketless front of the costume. Silly him, he’d assumed he wouldn’t need the blade at a fund-raising ball in Indy’s finest Hotel. Garrick muttered a curse and then called out again. “Come out and let me see you.”

A breathy, accented voice responded. “We don’t take orders from you, skinny white man.”

Garrick’s fists bunched. At least they didn’t seem to know him. If they recognized his face from all the news programs proclaiming him Indy’s richest bachelor, he’d have had bigger problems. “I just want to talk.”

The shadows split and a slim, darkly clad form sauntered toward him. He didn’t miss the distinctive shape of a knife the young Hispanic man was gripping. Garrick figured the kid was no more than nineteen years old but he looked street-savvy. Lifting his hands he tried to look harmless. “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just looking for a woman.”

The dark-haired young man laughed and glanced toward the shadows, where several husky chuckles joined his. “Ain’t we all, hombre.”

“She’s tall, beautiful. Dressed like a fairy.”

The youth went very still, his black eyes flashing with suspicion. “What you want with this bitch?”

“I only want to make sure she’s okay.”

Another form detached itself from the shadows as the kid with the knife asked, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

Garrick’s heart rate surged as two more shapes peeled away from the wall and started toward him. He decided honesty was the best course. Maybe the kids circling him would understand that he was just trying to help. The youth with the knife lifted it, pointing the deadly looking blade toward Garrick.

Or maybe not.

“Someone was killed and she ran away from the scene. There was blood on her hands. I just want to make sure she wasn’t hurt.”

The kid didn’t speak for a long moment. Though most of his narrow face was cast in shadow, Garrick felt the boy’s cold stare like ice-water sliding down his spine. Finally he shook his head and the circle of hostile street kids started to tighten. Garrick’s gaze swiveled, trying to keep them all in sight. It had been a while since he’d done any street fighting. Against four of them—at least one armed—Garrick didn’t like his chances. But it appeared he didn’t have any choice.

He looked at the kid with the knife and opened his fists, wiggling his fingers in invitation. “All right then. You wanna dance, let’s dance. Maybe when my boot is on your throat you’ll tell me where the woman is.”

The kid laughed. “Cocky son of a bitch, ain’t ya?”

Garrick turned as the first kid lunged and swung his leg around, catching the kid in the gut and sending him to the ground gasping. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that I have thirteen cousins. I’m pretty good at this.”

The kid with the knife flew toward him.

Garrick leaned sideways and grabbed the kid’s arm, shoving him toward the kid charging from the other side. The two collided and the second kid cried out as the first one’s knife sliced his arm.

Garrick planted his foot in the first kid’s ass and sent him sprawling before he could regain his balance and turned to meet the fourth guy, who’d produced a knife from somewhere.

“Stop!”

The tenor of the voice ringing out through the darkness brought Garrick’s head up and he nearly missed the kid’s attack. He felt the sting of a blade across his forearm as he swung his arms up, knocking the hand with the knife into the air. He finished with a fist in the street thug’s exposed gut and stepped back as the younger man collapsed, trying to pull air into his lungs.

“I said stop, dammit!”

The thugs clambered to their feet and fixed Garrick with an assortment of glares but didn’t approach him again. Garrick turned as a tall, elegant form stepped out of the nearby alley.

She emerged from the shadows like a spirit, her clingy dress a pale column in the dark. Garrick felt his heart skip a beat as she stopped in front of him, several cautious feet away. One glittery wing drooped, broken toward the ground and her beautiful topaz gaze was locked on him, filled with apprehension.

Garrick was stunned.

It was her. His beautiful fairy.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Quench Your Fever for Sexy Romantic Suspense

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Honeybun Fever is a series of interracial romance novellas which feature the sexy cousins of the boys from Honeybun Heat. Each of these shorter romantic suspense stories showcases selected characters from the Honeybun Heat series and the two series share a seamless world, though they are stand-alone books.  See all the Honeybun Fever books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybunfever

 

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress. They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

See all the Honeybun Heat books here: http://www.samcheever.com/series.html#honeybun

 

Four fast-paced books of interracial romantic suspense, with some of the sexiest Alpha heroes you’ll ever meet.

Book 1: Shadow of a Honeybun: Blaze is a happy-go-lucky party girl. Private investigator Dolfe Honeybun is serious as a bullet . It’s a damn good thing that opposites attract!
Book 2: Honeybun Sheik: Sexy Sheik Abdel Ezzat thought he should protect her from his world. But Callia Honeybun ends up protecting him!
Book 3: Stealth Honeybun: Peyton Honeybun is a modern day cowboy who works hard. He just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!
Book 4: Hell Hath No Honeybun: What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life, with a sexy billionaire as her wing man!

 

From Stealth Honeybun

Peyton just wants to put his feet up and relax. Willa wants to run her business and be left alone. Neither one of them will get what they want…but they just might get much, much more!

Peyton Honeybun just wants to get a six-pack of cold beer and watch football. But, he doesn’t quite make it to that La-Z-Boy with his six-pack. When four gunmen enter a small country grocery store and take the employees hostage, Peyton and the store’s beautiful owner just barely avoid being discovered and taken hostage with the others.

Willa Sloan doesn’t know what’s happening when she emerges from the back room and gets a big, warm, Honeybun hand slapped over her mouth as she’s dragged backward into hiding. But when she learns her store has been infiltrated and her people taken hostage, the last thing she intends is to hide in a dark corner whimpering.

Together, they discover two things through that long and terrifying night. First, a country grocery store is a great place to run a stealth operation if you’re enterprising enough. And second, love can happen at the strangest times!

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Peyton ran toward the front of the store, silent and quick. He skidded to a stop as a deep, cigarette-roughened voice demanded that everyone hit the floor and shut the hell up.

Taking care to stay out of sight, Peyton peered around the end cap and swore silently as he counted three men holding guns. The two women he’d been chatting with earlier were on their stomachs on the cold tile floor, sobbing hysterically.

The sound of swearing and scuffling coming from the opposite side of the store preceded the arrival of another man, dragging an older woman with bouffed, light-gray hair and fire in her eyes.

As Peyton watched in horror, the gunman shoved the elderly woman forward and she barely caught herself with a hand on the countertop or she’d have gone crashing to her knees, surely breaking something.

He clenched his fists and growled low in his throat. Nobody treated a woman like that around him and walked away from it unscathed. Particularly an elderly woman.

Peyton cast his gaze around the store, trying to come up with a plan of attack. The soft whoosh of a door opening in the back of the store brought horror climbing into his throat.

Willa!

He ran as quickly and silently as he could toward the back. As he reached her she looked up and smiled, opening her mouth to speak. He clamped a hand over her mouth and kept running, dragging her backward toward the door to the backroom.

She gave a little squeak and her hand opened, dropping the box of brown bottles she’d been bringing to him.

Peyton caught the little box and whispered in her ear. “Don’t speak. Move fast. There are four men with guns at the front of the store.”

To her credit she didn’t argue. Her pretty brown eyes widened in quick understanding and she nodded. Peyton removed his hand and they hurried back into the store room.

As the door whooshed closed behind them, Peyton heard a shout from the front of the store.

“They heard us. Quick, where can we hide?”

She shook her head. “My people…”

“I’m going after them. I just need to find a safe place to put you first. Do you have a back door?”

She was shaking her head before he finished the sentence. “I’m not running away like a scared bunny rabbit while Cathy, Paula, and Irene are out there staring into a gun.”

Damn! She would have to put names to the terrified faces he’d seen. Peyton grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward the shadows at the back of the storeroom. There had to be a door into the back parking lot somewhere. “Argue later, cooperate now. Or they’ll grab us too and nobody’s gonna get out of here.”

He shoved and dragged her behind a set of metal shelves which ran from floor to ceiling along two thirds of the long, narrow space. The shelving was filled with boxes and bottles and assorted supplies. As the door from the store swung open, Peyton shoved her into the skinny space between the shelf and the wall and grabbed a mop from a dry bucket nearby.

Nothing like bringing a mop handle to a gun fight.

Glancing at Willa, he placed his finger over his lips and slid silently away. He kept to the deep shadows, carefully stepping around a seemingly endless supply of stuff littering the concrete floor.

The man stood just inside the door, his rifle held loosely in his left hand. He was searching the wall around the door for a light switch.

Peyton crouched and carefully balanced the stick across his knees so he could unscrew the string mop from the handle. The mop gave off a slight squeak as he started unscrewing it and he stopped, holding his breath as the guy at the door jerked his head in Peyton’s direction.

“Who’s there!”

Peyton didn’t move. He quickly assessed his chances of reaching the man before he was discovered. In his current position, crouched behind a rolling cart filled with cleaning supplies, toilet paper, and paper towels, it would be nearly impossible. There was nothing but open space between him and the man at the door.

Despite that, Peyton wasn’t willing to miss the opportunity to take one of the gunmen out. So he took a deep breath and flexed his muscles in preparation for a mad dash toward the door.

He rocked forward onto his toes to give himself the best chance at a quick start, and started to move out from behind the cart. But when he looked up the guy was gone. He looked around, perplexed.

Something smacked against the doors from the outside and a skinny body with dark, curly hair fell through with a squeal of fear. Peyton looked into the startled face of a teenage boy. His features were partially illuminated by the florescent lighting in the main store and Peyton saw the surprised widening of his light-colored eyes.

“Get up asshole, or I’ll drag your skinny ass up to the front myself!” The end of the rifle suddenly appeared above the kid’s chest, pointed toward his head.

Peyton placed a finger over his lips and gave the kid a nod. Thank god, scared as he was, the kid let himself get dragged out of the dark storeroom without giving him away.

It was all he could do to watch the boy get taken away. But Peyton knew his only chance was the element of surprise. Armed only with a large stick, he had no chance against the guys with the guns unless he picked the time and place of his attack very carefully.

And at the back of his mind he was constantly aware of one, nerve-fizzing reality.

If he wasn’t successful, all of the people in that store could die.

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

If you haven’t already connected, Sam would love it if you Liked/Followed her wherever you enjoy hanging out online. Here are her online haunts:

Website: http://www.SamCheever.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sam-Cheever-Author/102117321982?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/samcheever

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