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Brand New Release — Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic — Fiery Post-Apocalyptic Romance!

A hero is strong. He’s kind and sometimes ruthless. He’s protective of those who need to be safeguarded and, though he can be very tough, he’s also extremely fair. By definition a hero is larger than life…someone who goes above and beyond what most of us would do.

In romance fiction a hero is all of these things. He’s also a strong jaw, a muscular pair of arms, a broad chest, and a cut pair of abs. He’s sexy because of his strength as well as his physical attributes. So how do you take a romance hero to the next level?

Drop him into an apocalyptic world.

In a world plunged into chaos, where there are no rules to influence his actions…no guidelines for how to live…an apocalyptic hero unerringly finds his way along the right path even as his domain explodes around him.

Great physical strength, a finely tuned sense of right and wrong, and a soft heart hidden beneath a rock hard exterior…these attributes have even more significance in a deadly environment where it would be oh so easy to take the wrong course. Worse, in a world where everyone is fighting to survive, it’s a constant battle not to abuse power, succumbing to greed, hate, and selfishness. The true hero…the one with his moral compass firmly tuned toward North…is not only easy to love. He’s impossible to resist.

My hero, Audie Kord, in the soon to be released Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic, is just such a man. I can’t wait to share him with you!

 

 

 

talldarkapocalyptic3DA grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.

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Booked Solid With Virginia C: “Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic is an involving adventure, a passionate love story, and a fascinating look into a fantasy-fueled future world.” 

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Yeira screamed as the delicious invasion sent her past the point of return. “I’m…” She screamed again as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her…spinning her thoughts into formless creatures. Overwhelmed by a fireworks display of sensations repeatedly pelting her awareness, Yeira’s muscles tightened and the knot in her belly opened like a flower, letting the bliss it had been hoarding flow like lava through her unresisting body.

She barely hit the bottom of her orgasm before Audie had her in his arms. He carried her a few feet and lay her on the bed of leaves, covering her with his big body and clasping her hands in his, holding them above her head. Her knees opened of their own accord and she shimmied, trying to get his lovely cock between her legs.

But the hunter held her gaze, his face tense with need. His navy-blue gaze was serious, intense. “Are you sure, Yeira? I’ll suffer no regrets from our joining. I want you in my core. But I won’t do this if you aren’t certain.”

Yeira looked up into that penetrating gaze and felt a jolt of despair. Why was he asking her that now? She’d pushed her doubts away…hadn’t she? Of course she had concerns about what they were doing. It wasn’t smart…it wouldn’t end well…but she wanted him. So badly. Oh god, she didn’t want to think…

The hunter’s handsome face had turned more the iron mask with every thought that passed through her mind…as if he could hear each, damning one. Finally, frowning, he pushed away from her and stood.

Yeira sat up, terror clawing her throat. “Wait! Where are you going?”

Audie grabbed his discarded pants. “I told you, I’ll not take you if you aren’t fully sure it’s what you want.” He started to walk away.

“But I am…why are you leaving?” Even as she leapt to her feet, Yeira realized how desperate she sounded. She couldn’t seem to stop herself.

He turned back, closing the distance between them in two, large strides, radiating frustration. Every muscle in his body seemed made of iron. But his voice when he addressed her was filled with pain rather than anger.

It was like a razor across her heart.

“I’ve no doubt your body wants me, woman. I can smell your need…taste it on your lips. But it isn’t only your body I mean to claim. It’s your mind.” His lips opened as if there were more he wanted to say…but he shook his head and turned away from her.

Yeira watched his fine, naked form stalk away from her until it was consumed by the velvet darkness, and felt everything inside her melt down into a puddle of despair.

What had he seen in her eyes? And, whatever it was, why the hell hadn’t she hidden it better?

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

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AUTHOR BIO

Award winning 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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Killing Zombies is Easy – It Takes a Real Man to Refrain – Or does it?

Okay, I’ll admit it, where zombies are concerned, I’m kind of blood thirsty. To me, those rotting, nasty things are like cockroaches. If you saw a cockroach in your kitchen, you wouldn’t let it live just because it scurried behind the dishes in the cabinet and you couldn’t see it anymore.

Would you?

Like millions of other people, I’m a huge fan of the TV series, The Walking Dead. I love the show, though it’s so intense there are times I’m just not up to watching. I mean, isn’t it bad enough that they’re being chased and eaten by hoards of nasty zombies…the writers had to give them a killer bug too? And mean people who keep trying to kill them? Seriously?

But I digress.

What I really wanted to talk about was all the zombies they see and don’t kill. Really? I know there are lots of them, but you can’t stop killing them just because there are so many! If I were living in that prison, I’d spend every waking moment sticking sharp objects through the monsters’ brains. Yeah, I’m vindictive that way. But this letting them live crap always comes back to bite our heroes in the ass, literally.

Playing Devil’s Advocate though, what if my view on this is wrong? Should you kill something or someone just because they/it might try to kill you later? Hmm

My hero, Audie Kord, in the soon to be released Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic, is a Sorceri warrior. His mission is to find and exterminate all the creatures a certain black witch has created through death magic. He starts his mission thinking his job is black and white.

See a zombie, kill a zombie. No gray area.

But then he meets Yeira. Yeira’s a zombie…sort of…and she was created/enhanced by the black witch. But she’s beautiful and smart and, whenever he lays eyes on her, Audie’s body tightens with sexual heat. He’s supposed to kill her. His brain tells him he should, because it’s what he does and she’s his target. But his heart stays his hand. Yeira is nothing like he expects her to be and, with his awareness of her as a living, breathing human being, he finds himself reassessing both his perspective of the creatures he hunts, and his opinion of Yeira herself.

Audie saw a zombie and didn’t immediately kill her. Because of this restraint he might find love. And he might learn something about the creatures that he never would have learned if he’d done what he was trained to do.

So, dang it! I guess it might make sense not to just perform wholesale slaughter of zombies, because they’re there. But I still think the cast of TWD needs flame throwers, or bombs. I mean, come on. One at a time? Really? There’s like billions of the nasty things. Kill those suckers! Rip off their heads!!

Oops, sorry. I guess I need a little more convincing.

How about you? Would you play hide and seek with zombies if you found yourself near them? Or would you grab the nearest flamethrower and toast their moldy butts into the next life? 

talldarkapocalyptic3DA grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.

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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!”

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“You don’t need to run from this, Yeira,” he told her. “In fact, you can’t run. You’re scared and confused because you want me, beyond thought, past caring.”

Yeira shook her head. “You can’t know…”

His lips found her shoulder—pressed a lingering kiss there—and she shivered under its power. “I know, because I feel exactly the same. I’ve been trying to deny it since first laying eyes on you. But it’s impossible. You and I aren’t just a man and a woman. Our bodies are tuned to each other in an almost magical way. When we’re apart I can barely think of anything else. I haven’t looked at another woman since I met you. My mind has tried to explain to me that you and I are at cross purposes…that we aren’t suited in any way…but my body doesn’t care about reason. It only cares that your skin is impossibly soft.” He ran a hot, lightly calloused hand up her belly, skimming the swollen curve of her breast. “—that your scent turns my brain to mush and stiffens my cock. I know now that I won’t be able to shove you out of my mind until I’ve tasted you…”

Hope flared in her breast. “Do you think that will work? That we can push these feelings aside if we just give in and have sex?”

His lips trailed up the side of her throat and he nibbled her jawline. One hand encompassed her breast and the other slipped downward, to skim beneath the waistband of her battle leather. “What you and I will share won’t be just sex, Yeira. It will be an exorcism…a purging.”

He easily stretched the leather away from her lower belly, sliding his hand past it to cup her sex. Yeira gasped, fire coiling in her belly. She knew he was right. She’d known it for some time.

In that moment it seemed impossible to resist what he was offering. Worse, it seemed utterly stupid.

She turned in his arms and arched into him, her hands lifting to twine through his midnight hair. “Then so be it. Let this be the start of our healing…and the end of our obsession.”

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

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AUTHOR BIO

Award winning 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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RELEASED TODAY! Sizzling Post-Apocalyptic Romance

I sent an ARC of my upcoming release, Tall, Dark & Alpha out to several reviewers a couple of weeks ago to get some advance reviews for the book. One of the reviews came back five stars, but the reviewer said something that got me thinking. She said she doesn’t usually like apocalyptic fiction but that she really enjoyed TD&A. Her comment made me revisit why I enjoy apocalyptic fiction so much. I actually didn’t realize that I liked it until I stumbled into it while writing a story for Ellora’s Cave. But once I got a taste I couldn’t wait to jump into another story created in an apocalyptic world!

So what do I love about this type of fiction? Probably the same stuff everybody else loves. TD&A is based in a world that’s been turned upside down/inside out. It’s pure survival of the fittest fare. Nothing about this type of world is predictable. Nothing is ordinary. My h/h aren’t fighting regular bad guys. Their nemesis is a terrifyingly powerful dark witch who’s using her magic to create a new type of zombie that is faster, stronger, and able to pass as living in a world where there are no rules and no governing bodies other than the magical organizations that have dedicated themselves to protecting the weaker human population from magic users.

Adding to the yummy darkness of the world my characters live in is a larger-than-life romance that spills beyond their self-proclaimed boundaries and defies their attempts to ignore and eradicate it. And when the h/h are forced to work together toward a common goal, their unwanted feelings for each other may prove impossible to ignore.

Here’s a taste of Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic:

A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.

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5 stars! Deb Thomas – Beta Reader/Reviewer: “Sam Cheever has created a world full of death, hope and love. This story pulls you and has you rooting for the good guys and some of the bad guys too. I really enjoyed this story. I would love to read more about the twenty worlds.”

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Yeira clawed her way across the floor, her limbs locking and clamping as horrific pain racked her slim frame. A fresh blade of agony speared through her as she struggled to crawl just another sliver of space. The pain jolted her to a stop as she sucked in a breath, sending her into a coughing spasm. Blood sprayed the floor as she crawled. Her dazed, blue gaze stared down at the bright droplets arrayed before her over the oily stone and she knew a stark moment of pure fear.

What if she didn’t make it in time?

Beyond the thick, concrete walls of her hideaway, the sound of explosions and chaos were a constant drone, an unrelenting impetus pushing her ever forward.

With a monumental effort of will, Yeira gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into the rough surface beneath them, dragging herself another inch.

She barely noticed the spark of pain as her soft, exposed belly was ripped open by shards of debris on the battle-ravaged floor. Her goal was a mere five inches away.

She thought she could make it.

She had to.

Yeira closed her eyes as agony washed through her again and lunged another inch. Her fingertips stretched…strained…mere inches from the leather strap.

The world beyond the door exploded and Yeira’s head snapped around. The blast had sounded close. Too close. Panic made her heart pound. “No!” Tears filled her eyes as something heavy hit the door. He’d found her.

With a cry of desperation, Yeira dug her toes into the stone and shoved. The pain erupted in a burst that made her vision gray. She screamed as agony gripped her gut with icy needles, tearing and dislodging the ordered cells of her flesh.

Yeira fell onto her back, her fingers clenching against the torment. Warm, thick blood drenched her lips, dripping down her chin.

The door blasted inward, sending smoke and shrapnel through the room and driving the razor-sharp projectiles into her flesh.

On some level, Yeira felt the pain of the tiny missiles piercing her skin. But she was in the grip of a misery so complete that her mind could barely form a thought. All she could do was scream, her fingers closing convulsively around the thin strap of leather she’d been fighting to reach.

Yeira’s gaze slid to the large shape framed in the door. He was nothing more than a gray haze behind the smoke. A vision of massive male, whose form all but filled the ragged hole that had once been the door.

A fine vision.

Yeira shook her head, offended by the thought even in her tortured state. No! The man was there to kill her. She couldn’t lose sight…

The enormous figure shimmered and she realized he was moving closer. On some level Yeira knew she needed to move. But the pain had finally receded as her body gave out. It felt good not to be consumed by it. For just a moment she longed to lie there, enjoying the numbness, and let her life slip away.

Death.

Her fingers moved along the leather strip in her hand. Oblivion would be bliss. Yeira slipped her hand inside the bag, feeling for a smooth, oblong shape.

The sound of his footsteps across the littered floor was like a series of canon blasts, and she winced under every one. His massive arms arched from his sides as he walked, the huge hands loosely fisted. He held a long knife in one hand. Thick, muscular legs stuck out from underneath a bloody and tattered kilt, the burgundy and black pattern barely visible under the filth of an extended battle.

Yeira noted the blade in his hand, knowing it was meant for her.

He stopped a foot away, his intense, dark-blue gaze sweeping over her. “My god, woman. You look like hell.”

Yeira’s lips opened and something gurgled in her throat. She thought it might be a death rattle, but it emerged as a laugh. She licked her lips as he cocked his head. “Bite me, Sorceri.”

Amazingly his wide mouth turned upward in a smile. “I don’t swing that way, zombie.”

A dense cold crept up her legs, slipped along her spine. In another minute she would be completely numb. She wouldn’t even feel the knife he held down at his side as it sliced her head from her body. But though she was a breath away from dying, Yeira couldn’t help tweaking him one last time. “You haven’t got what it takes anyway, Kord.”

His smile slipped. The sexy gaze darkened. Yeira realized the smoke was clearing and she could see him in all his glory…a dark avenging angel sent to rip her from the living world. He inclined his dark head, the silky strands of black hair framing a square chin, dark with shadow even when cleanly shorn. “You could be right, woman. But…” He seemed to swallow. “There was a time I would have wished for a different outcome.”

Her eyes widened. A different kind of pain ripped her chest apart. She swore, her fingers closing over the slick, oblong object she sought.

So it was to be a death of a thousand cuts—the first cut deeply severing her heart?

She licked her dry lips. “I never wish, Sorceri. Wishing is for children and fools.” Holding his gaze with her own, she clutched the ancient bluestone in her fist and envisioned her lair. The air above her thinned, turning glossy, and her nemesis started to blur.

As his sexy gaze widened in realization, Yeira was brutally ripped from the battered castle. Her lips open in a silent scream as the ascension tore her apart at a cellular level and sent her plummeting through the void between time.

But all was good. The last thing she heard as her earthly form disintegrated, was the rage-filled roar of the deadly sexy Sorceri warrior as he realized she’d escaped him again.

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

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AUTHOR BIO

Award winning 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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A love beyond reason and without boundaries — Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic

I recently asked a group of women what traits they love most about their favorite alpha males. They mentioned things like strength, dominance, possessiveness, and the ability and willingness to protect others (See our Thursday 13 post about Alpha traits here!). The question was based on fictional alpha males, but obviously pertains to real life alphas as well. Today’s men are expected to fight with words rather than fists. They’re told they should stand behind their women (literally as well as figuratively), and these women (unlike men) can be as aggressive and dominating as they’d like. A strong man is considered a Neanderthal, with more brawn than brains. A ruthless or aggressive man is considered dangerous and must be subjugated or stopped entirely.  However, fortunately for us alpha lovers, there are still a few places where it’s okay to act like a man. Certain male-dominated professions not only encourage alpha-like qualities, but they are generally respected because of them.

Firefighters, cops, and soldiers come to mind.

So what is it about the men of  these heroic professions that draws women? Well, for one thing, they’re all big on the protective instincts. In fact these heroes often sacrifice their own safety to protect others. There are no weaklings in the protective services. They require strength of mind as well as body, bringing to mind visions of broad shoulders, taut six packs and firm, nicely rounded pecs. These men embody the alpha spirit in almost every way. So, is it any wonder the men of the protective services dominate in today’s romantic fiction?

I love a good fictional as well as real life alpha male, which is why I wrote Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic. And I can’t wait to share my heroine, Yeira with you! Here’s a taste of Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic:

A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.

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5 Shooting Stars! Redz World Reviews:  “…reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet with a post world war feel. Even the secondary characters were unforgettable… Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever will engage you on multiple levels; many you won’t even realize until long after you finish the tale.”

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The woman was mad. Audie forced himself to hold her gaze, though his gut churned and his fists were clenched so hard his knuckles hurt. “You’ll just stand there and let me kill you?” His voice was like gravel on glass and he had to force the words past a clenched jaw.

She didn’t look happy about it but she nodded.

“Why would you do that?” Even to Audie his tone sounded choked, unhappy.

Her delicate chin lifted and anger flashed through her exquisite gaze. “I’d have thought you of all people would understand. You said yourself I’m a monster. If I’m to be true to my goal of clearing away Edwige’s spawn, that would include me, wouldn’t it?”

Her rationale was perfect, her calm in discussing her own death chilling. Audie couldn’t deny his earlier, hateful words. But in that moment he’d have cut off a hand to be able to. He looked down, no longer able to hold her gaze.

“Will you help me?” The words were spoken so softly Audie barely heard them. But their meaning made them thrum against his ears. If he agreed to help her he’d be concurring with all of it.

He wasn’t sure he could deliver on the second part of her deal. But he nodded, knowing that if he didn’t do it she’d find another hunter who would be all too willing to oblige. Audie had a sudden thought that lightened the load on his heart. “I’ll help you destroy Edwige but only if you’ll aid me in exterminating the last of her pets.”

It would only delay the inevitable but if he tarried—

Surprise flashed through her expression, followed quickly by suspicion. Lifting a feathery, red eyebrow she asked, “You don’t think you can kill them on your own?”

“It will go more quickly if you help.” He hoped the lie didn’t sound as weak to her as it did to him.

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

Delve into the sensual worlds of award-winning authors: Randi Alexander, Koko Brown, Sam Cheever, Delaney Diamond, Eve Langlais, Afton Locke, Dawn Montgomery, Farrah Rochon, Paige Tyler, and Eve Vaughn. Immerse yourself in the alpha male experience.

Book page with blurbs

AUTHOR BIO

Award winning 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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A grand passion in an apocalyptic world — Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic

My story Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic releases today as part of a box set entitled Tall, Dark & Alpha. As the name implies, this set features 10 hot Alpha heroes and the women who keep them on their toes. I’m really excited about this story because I believe, as the rabid sales of romances with strong alpha males show, women are desperately seeking an alpha. In fact, I’ve done a series of blog posts on that very subject. Here’s a tidbit from one:

The alpha male is the next great endangered species. He is drugged into oblivion in grade school to force him to sit still and have no aggressive tendencies at all. He’s bound and controlled throughout early adulthood by political correctness that declares his every natural instinct and need as abhorrent and deviant. In fact, now, his last vestige of normal male fun, sports, is currently being nit-picked and micro-managed in a ridiculous attempt to envelop its participants in virtual bubble wrap and create a more genteel enterprise.

Nonsense.

Men were created with big muscles so that they could hunt and gather and fight off predators. They are driven and active, and have learned to work off their more aggressive tendencies in sport and competition. These are all good things. Throughout history women and children have depended on these aspects of the human male for their very survival. If you believe those days are past, you haven’t read the news lately. We still need our alpha males!  Full blog post

I love a good fictional as well as real life alpha male, which is why I wrote Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic. And I can’t wait to share the wonderful Audie Kord with you on March 8th! In the meantime, here’s a taste:

talldarkapocalyptic3DA grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating…and not lose themselves in the process.

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EXCERPT

“There are ten reborns in that hillside lair.”

Audie pulled his sword so quickly the woman’s sexy blue gaze widened slightly with alarm. “Let’s go kill them.”

Instead of moving, Yeira just stared up at him, looking eminently disappointed.

When she didn’t move, Audie placed the tip of his sword in the dirt at his feet and leaned on it. “What?”

“Have you even been listening to me?”

He frowned. “Hanging on every word, why?”

“You remember the part about my goal? Wherein I don’t kill everything that moves but instead try to find Edana?”

She sounded so much like his legal counsel Audie couldn’t help grinning. She certainly didn’t look anything like any lawyer he’d ever met. “Vaguely.”

She turned on her heel and strode away, her feet hitting the dry, scratchy-sounding grass much harder than they needed to. Feeling just a tiny bit proud of himself for getting under her skin, Audie started after her.

The warm fuzziness didn’t last long. As soon as he caught up she glanced at him and asked. “So how good are you at restrictive magics?”

Audie worked hard not to show his panic. “I’m much better at whacking things than restraining them.”

One corner of her delicious mouth curved upward. “You do have guide magic, right?”

“Of course!” He was deeply insulted by her question. Only the novice hunter walked around without a guide to call. “I didn’t say I couldn’t restrain them. I just said I was better at lopping off their heads.”

She sniffed but didn’t say anything and Audie’s temper flared. Suddenly he found it very important to prove himself to her. He stopped and the woman kept walking. Watching her fine, heart-shaped behind sway away from him, he lifted one hand, palm up. With a thought he called the magic in their surroundings and sparking blue particles of energy suddenly filled the air, speeding toward him. The light caught and swirled in a power-whirlwind above his palm, waiting for his direction.

Smiling, Audie glanced at the woman, whose, curvy form had widened the distance between them by ten feet. With a single thought he sent the swirling blue magic toward her, grinning as it wrapped her in a shimmering embrace, dragging her to a halt.

She gave a little squeal of alarm and Audie strode over, stopping to stare down at her. “It appears my restrictive magics work just fine.

She struggled against his magic web. “Good. Now let me go.”

Watching her fight the magic, her silky, red hair flying around delicate shoulders as she struggled to get free, something broke inside Audie. Something that had been closed was wrenched open. And suddenly he couldn’t help wondering what her wine-colored lips would taste like—pondering how they’d feel moving softly beneath his.

Once the thought was free he couldn’t call it back and Audie found himself stepping closer.

She stopped struggling and looked up at him through those unfathomable blue eyes, the thick fringe of dark red lashes fluttering slightly as she seemed to consider whether he meant her harm. Audie reached out and touched her porcelain-colored cheek, and she flinched.

His finger scraped softly against the velvet surface and Audie turned it so the callouses on the tips wouldn’t abrade her delicate skin. “How is it possible that you’re so beautiful?” He murmured. It was meant to be a thought. One he’d wondered all too often to himself. But the words had escaped his lips and she’d heard.

Yeira’s eyes widened in alarm. “Look, hunter, I…”

He didn’t want to hear what she had to say. Couldn’t stand it if, in the moment when his cold heart had warmed slightly, she filled the heat-charged air between them with ugly words. So he did the only thing he could. He lowered his head and captured her lush, burgundy lips with his own.

And the thing that had blossomed inside his chest creaked open another inch as she responded with instinctual passion to his touch.

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

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Award winning 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 – Fun With a Purplish Hue!

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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.

 

You Gotta Read Reviews:  “I liked the whole story plot. The characters are believable, and I liked the fast pace of the book. Sam Cheever packed a lot of story in a small amount of pages. Lindsey was honest and hard working. Zahn was hot and a god. The ex-girlfriend was all diva bent on revenge. I really loved Mike the parrot, for reasons not to be divulged here. You have to read it for that information. All in all, good characters, good plot, good happy ending, good read.”

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I sat with my fingers arched over the keyboard, my mind completely blank. Behind me, Zahn paced until I was sure my rug would have a pale stripe in it from the constant wear and tear. We’d been in a fog since we’d returned from the coffee shop, and I was getting worried. What if we couldn’t recreate the scenes that were in the notebook?

Worse yet, what if we could?

Astis now had the real story we’d been writing, and it was nothing like the dreck we’d been putting on my office computer. She’d have to know after reading my notebook that we’d been keeping a second set of books…as it were. We’d be paying a price for that.

Which was why, when she appeared in the doorway with a steaming cup of tea in her pale, delicate hand, I was a bit surprised.

“You look like you could use some hot tea, Lindsey.” She set the mug down on a coaster on my desk.

I closed my eyes, inhaling the comforting scent. “Thanks, Astis. That was really nice of you.”

She shrugged. “You didn’t get to drink your coffee at the coffee shop.” She glanced at Zahn, her eyes darkening slightly. “Such a shame. It was really good.”

I glanced at Zahn, but he didn’t notice. He was busy glowering at Astis. So I picked up my tea and took a sip. It was perfect. Just the way I liked it. I took a second sip and set it back down on my desk, licking my lips.

I placed my fingers on the keyboard and, amazingly, started to type.

Words bubbled up in my mind and formed themselves into complete sentences. They settled into paragraphs, and then pages, tumbling out at a normal pace at first, and then building speed until they were flashing through my mind at an incredible rate, almost bumping against one another in the rush to get out of my head.

I laughed as one scene after another spewed from my fingertips. Complex plot lines formed in my brain and I easily followed them, clearly envisioning where they intersected and where they traveled in parallel to give the story depth. My characters flew through their scenes as if on fast forward, their mouths flinging dialogue artfully and their limbs moving with the jerky, disconnected motion of silent movie actors.

It went on and on. Although I’d created several pages in only a few minutes, my mind showed no signs of slowing. My fingers flew across the keypad, building my story at a speed and accuracy that would have been frightening if I’d been able to wrap my mind around it. But my thoughts were completely taken up by the story. It consumed me, spurred me on to greater and greater heights of revelation, engulfed me.

Sweat dripped down my face. My arms trembled with exhaustion.

Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I became aware of shouting and the sound of things crashing around me. But still I typed on, totally immersed in my characters’ building rapport. Their relationship deepened as my fingers flew across the keys, grew more solid and real, and then exploded into something I would have never expected.

Carol learned that Frank was really a retired Patent Attorney.

Frank discovered that Carol had worked for a short time as a stripping waitress, dressed only in lettuce leaves and strategically placed sesame seed buns as she served greasy hamburgers and French fries swimming in bright yellow processed cheese to horny men in cheap suits.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I rebelled at the raunchy repartee my characters were exchanging. I cringed at the grungy life stories they revealed. I winced as Carol showed Frank her little ankle tattoo of a double-headed snake.

But still my fingers flew. My mind created. And somewhere behind me, my purple boyfriend continued to launch breakable items and harsh words at his ex-lover. My arms started to wobble, my fingers throbbed, and my eyes stung from the constant back and forth on the screen. My conscious thought finally pulled away from the story long enough to realize something wasn’t right.

But still I couldn’t stop typing.

My fingers flew, my hands danced, and my mind reeled with scenes, dialogue, and plotlines. Something hit the back of my head.

Zahn screamed, “Stop it now, Astis!”

And then dots danced over my eyes, making it hard to see what I was typing. The dots grew in depth and number until I was nearly blind behind them. My back felt as if knives pierced it; my neck was filled with tension needles.

I tried again to stop. I couldn’t do it. I opened my mouth. “Zahn!”

I felt his warmth at my back. “I know, honey, I’m trying.”

The room exploded with thunder, followed by a gust of heated wind. When rain started to fall on my head, I couldn’t stop to think about it. Another scene was playing itself across my mind, and I had to get it down. I couldn’t let my fingers stop, because then the cursor would blink at me. I hated when the cursor blinked at me.

Waiting. Accusing. Impatient.

Lightning whizzed by my left ear, and the window beside my desk exploded outward. Glass flew away from me in millions of tiny jagged pieces that made a nice tinkling noise as they landed on the street outside, several yards from my house. That seemed important somehow, but it couldn’t quite compete with the new plot I’d just come up with.

My mind drove me forward, and my fingers followed, while my arms screamed for rest.

A bright red and yellow blur shot by my head, screeched into my ear, and got tangled in my hair. An involuntary scream emerged from my throat as my hair was wrenched painfully and I went sideways, landing in a heap on the floor beside my chair. I lay on my side on the floor with my legs still bent in the sitting position. My fingers jerked and twitched in mid-air, still flying across the keyboard in my mind.

Tears of pain and fear slid down my cheeks.

Finally, when I thought my arms and fingers might just drop off my body from weariness, a single word exploded through the room.

Enough!”

The command pounded against my unsuspecting ears like thunder and left behind a ringing sound.

The house shook.

The room filled with green light that held an unnatural amount of heat.

Finally, my fingers stopped twitching, and my arms fell to the floor like overcooked spaghetti. Strong arms reached for me, pulling me off the ground and into a hard, warm lap. Beneath the ringing, I heard the rumble of Zahn’s voice as he asked, over and over again, “Lindsey, are you okay? Lindsey? Talk to me, Lindsey. Are you okay?”

I blinked. The green light faded away, taking the thick layer of residual smoke with it. Zahn helped me sit up enough to look around my office.

It was trashed.

Papers were strewn everywhere. My window had indeed been shattered. Large chunks of plaster were missing from the walls. Pictures hung askew or were mangled on the floor, and the carpet beneath my feet was wet and covered in debris. The ceiling had a long jagged scorch mark on it, and the shades hung from my window in tatters, like someone had taken a pair of scissors to them to make a vinyl hula skirt.

I blinked. “What happened?”

Zahn lowered his forehead to mine and sighed. “Astis drugged your tea.”

I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and smacked my lips with distaste. “With what? Acid? Speed?” My tongue stuck to my bottom lip. It felt as if someone had painted it with glue.

Zahn shook his head. “Inspiration. A nearly fatal dose.”

I nodded as if this made perfect sense. “Where’s the little bee-eye-itch now?”

Zahn pointed behind me. I turned to see Astis standing in the hallway.

I jumped, not expecting to see her so near. But she wasn’t moving. She looked as if she were in a daze of some kind, her pretty blue eyes blank and staring. The once beautiful muse was smoldering. Literally. Tendrils of smoke wafted from her statue-like form. Her formerly pastel goddess gown was covered in soot and other…unrecognizable…things and was tattered almost beyond recognition. Her hair had been blown up into a single giant knot that hung off the side of her head. Only a few wisps of hair dangled free, and those danced on an invisible electrical current and occasionally gave off a sizzling sound, like live wires.

Her hands were stretched out from her sides, palms up, smoke wafting upward

One long bright yellow feather was tucked behind her right ear. It trembled in the breeze coming from my broken window. A thick glob of something dribbled slowly down her left cheek.

It looked suspiciously like bird shit.

“Mike, if you have any more of that in you, I’d truly appreciate it if you’d give her another shot or two before she comes out of her daze.”

Mike, who was sitting on a twisted blade of my ceiling fan, lifted his disheveled wings eagerly. “Awwkkk! With pleasure! Awwkkk!”

He elevated himself from the fan and dove straight for Astis’s head, pulling up as he reached her to hover, tail down, above the dazed muse. His wings fluttered a couple of times and he squawked, then he flew off, through my broken sliding door and into the back yard.

I grinned as a fresh glob of white slime ran slowly down her forehead.

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Available Today! Purple Prose – Sexy Romantic Comedy

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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.

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.”

You Gotta Read Reviews:  “I liked the whole story plot. The characters are believable, and I liked the fast pace of the book. Sam Cheever packed a lot of story in a small amount of pages. Lindsey was honest and hard working. Zahn was hot and a god. The ex-girlfriend was all diva bent on revenge. I really loved Mike the parrot, for reasons not to be divulged here. You have to read it for that information. All in all, good characters, good plot, good happy ending, good read.”

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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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Romantic Comedy with a Purplish Hue – Purple Prose

purpleprose-510Forget 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.”

You Gotta Read Reviews:  “I liked the whole story plot. The characters are believable, and I liked the fast pace of the book. Sam Cheever packed a lot of story in a small amount of pages. Lindsey was honest and hard working. Zahn was hot and a god. The ex-girlfriend was all diva bent on revenge. I really loved Mike the parrot, for reasons not to be divulged here. You have to read it for that information. All in all, good characters, good plot, good happy ending, good read.”

 

Awwkkk! Ex Alert! Awwkkk!

You know your day isn’t going to go well when you open the door to find a woman dressed as an ancient Greek goddess on your doorstep.

I stuck my head out the door, scouring the neighborhood for witnesses. No doubt about it, I was going to be the talk of the community. First a gorgeous purple muse, and now this. I grabbed the young woman’s arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her.

She looked suitably alarmed, considering we hadn’t formally met.

I stared at her, my hands on my hips. She was impossibly beautiful, with long reddish-blond hair, a Barbie doll figure, and full, perfectly shaped lips. Her eyes were large and blue in a porcelain-skinned face.

I hated her immediately.

“I assume you’ve come to see Zahn?”

She gave me a small, polite bow. “I am Astis, daughter of Calliope.”

I frowned. “Calliope?”

“Chief of the Muses.” Zahn’s deep voice startled me.

He strode toward us, his mouth turned down and his jaw tight. I hadn’t known he was awake.

He stopped before the pretty goddess and bowed deeply. “Astis. To what do we owe this honor?”

Astis dipped the longest, thickest eyelashes I’d ever seen in a demure maneuver that didn’t seem to go with the regal stance. “Zahn. I come to see how you fare.”

He didn’t react noticeably, his feelings hidden behind the handsome mask of his face. I glanced at Astis and saw the same blank slate there. Uh-oh. This was trouble.

Right on cue, Mike shot into the room as if flames were licking at this tail feathers. “Awwkkk! Beware the ex! Hide the china! Awwkkk!”

Mike fluttered to Zahn’s shoulder and twitched, his beady black gaze shifting nervously around the room.

Astis lifted her gem-like blue gaze toward the parrot. “I see you still have that moth-eaten bird.”

Zahn reached up and handed Mike a nibble of something. Mike took the offering but simply held it in his beak. “Mike will always be with me. He’s very loyal.”

My gaze flashed to Zahn. His dark purple face was still unreadable, but his tone had been fraught with meaning. My initial feeling of foreboding strengthened. Whoever this chick was, she apparently was not good news for anyone in the room.

A taut moment followed, during which I considered chewing off most of my fingers. I finally decided action was better than maiming myself. “Would you like to come in? Have a seat? Can I get you something?” Like reservations on a flight out of here?

Astis dragged her emotionless gaze from Zahn and Mike and smiled at me. Under the influence of that smile, I wondered what all the drama was about. She seemed harmless enough.

“I’d like that, thank you.” Striding toward the door into my backyard, she motioned for Zahn to follow. “I’ll take a cup of tea, please. As hot as you can make it, with lemon and just a touch of honey. And if you have cake, I’d like that too. Chocolate, if you don’t mind, with cinnamon sprinkled across the top—just a small slice. And I’d like some water too—spring water—with a slice of lime in it, and if you have a chilled glass that would be very nice. We’ll be by the fountain.”

I slowly turned to Zahn. “Are you kidding me?”

He shrugged. “Sorry. I’ll take care of it.” He trod after her with Mike clinging tenaciously to his shoulder. Mike was so agitated that his feathers were all ruffled. He looked like he’d flown under one of those industrial-sized dryer things in a car wash.

I didn’t realize what she’d said until the door closed behind them.

“Fountain? How the hell did she know there was a fountain?” Unfortunately I didn’t get a response because I was alone in the room. I swore to myself and headed into the kitchen to try to scrounge up something resembling the massive order she’d given me.

“Spring water my ass.” It occurred to me that the water in the toilet probably started from a spring somewhere. My spirits rose considerably with the thought.

 

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More Valentine’s Fun from Sam Cheever!

Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Just for fun, I created a Pinterest board dedicated to the day, with fun gifts you can make, special foods you can create, and even unique getaways to make the year’s most romantic holiday even more special. Here are a few of my favorites from the board:

Hershey’s Kisses Mice. So cute! These would be great teacher or kid gifts.

Valentine's Day Hershey's Kisses Mice: These adorable handmade Valentine's Day crafts only take five minutes to put together, and all you need is a bag of Hershey's Kisses, paper, string, googly eyes, and non-toxic glue!

 

 

And a great gift idea for him? How cool is this? It wouldn’t be hard to make either.

DIY Valentine Day Gifts For Him  How cool is this? There are other great ideas on this site too!

Does your valentine love to eat? Check out this pretty and yummy heart-shaped fruit pizza!

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And don’t forget to give yourself the gift of romance for Valentine’s Day!

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Releasing Valentine’s Day 2014!

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.

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Purple Prose – Writing a Book Can be Deadly Fun!

purpleprose-510 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

I squeezed the arm under my hand and rubbed it gently. Zahn seemed oblivious. “We’ll just have to make it the best damn book ever.”

He sighed. I ran my hand up his arm and over his delightfully sculpted chest . Zahn didn’t seem to notice that I was groping him. Which was a good thing, because my hand appeared to have developed a mind of its own. I couldn’t seem to stop it from starting the descent down his sharply cut six-pack. My body warmed and thrummed as I explored the Roman-god-like physique beneath my fingers. When I reached the waistband of his jeans I stopped, my fingers twitching with the desire to dip beneath it.

Zahn’s eyes were closed and I couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

“Awwkkk! Go for it! Awwkkk!”

I jumped and frowned at Mike, who’d moved back to the concrete bench and was dancing again.

“Don’t stop now, Lindsey.” Zahn’s voice was husky with emotion.

When I turned to him, his beautiful brown eyes were fixed on me, filled with the emotion his body had been hiding.

“I’m starting to feel inspired.”

His luscious mouth tipped up at the corners, showing me the dimples I hadn’t noticed before. I must not have been paying attention.

I was a serious sucker for dimples.

I cleared my throat and pulled my hand away. “I’m going to go do some work. I’m kind of stuck on the dressing room scene. Can you come help me?”

Disappointment flashed across his face, but he nodded and pushed himself off the ground. We walked into the house in companionable silence. When I was seated at my desk, Zahn started to pace behind me. I took a deep breath, pulling thought-feeding air into my lungs, and looked at the page on the screen. I’d been moving along at a good pace, but then I’d gotten stuck. I frowned at the page, struggling to think of a way out of my characters’ current dilemma. Suddenly the air behind me warmed and the yummy scent of man surrounded me. Zahn’s heat pulsed against my back.

I looked up and he looked down. Our eyes met. His mouth opened. My lips parted.

“You know what you need to do next.”

I blinked, focused on his full, soft lips. “What?”

“Sex.”

I gulped. “Sex?”

Zahn nodded, a warm light coming into his brown eyes. “They need to have sex.”

I blinked again. My mind had turned to water. “They do?”

Zahn favored me with a long, slow grin. “They do.”

He reached down and covered one of my hands with his own, and a strange warmth spread through me, starting from my hand and moving to strategic points throughout my body. I gasped as the warmth found my clit and ignited it. Zahn lowered his head so his lips were close to my ear. Very close. Close enough for his tongue to sweep out and slide around the rim and then pull the lobe into his hot mouth…

I shivered.

“Write,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

And I did. My fingers flew over the keyboard, creating heat between my characters that infused me right along with them. As Frank pulled Carol into his hard embrace, Zahn pressed into my back, all male hardness, heat, and sexual musk. As Frank’s lips found Carol’s, Zahn’s soft, sensual mouth trailed up the back of my neck and over to the sensitive spot just behind my ear.

I dropped my head forward, but somehow my fingers never left the keyboard. Frank and Carol’s heated moment never left my mind. My fingers flew and heat built between Frank and Carol as fire built between me and my uber-sexy muse.

Frank slid the straps of Carol’s gauzy camisole off her shoulders, following the silky stroke of fabric with his lips. Zahn’s hands slid slowly up my arms and found the tiny buttons on the front of my blouse. He released them, one by one, deliberately, until the blouse fell open, exposing the lacy bra I was wearing underneath.

My fingers continued to fly on the keyboard, making Frank nibble his way up Carol’s throat. I groaned as Zahn leaned over me and forged a moist, heated trail across my back and shoulders. Carol dropped her head back and cried out as Frank’s hot mouth closed over a silk covered nipple. I bit my lip as Zahn’s big warm hands pulled first one breast and then the other free of the confining lace.

Carol grabbed Frank’s head and held him to her painfully sensitive nipple, her body vibrating with building need. I laid my head against Zahn’s shoulder and shivered as he caressed my stomach and breasts in warm, silken strokes that brought my legs apart under my keyboard and made me rise out of the chair under the growing burn of need.

My bra disappeared along with Carol’s. My nipples hardened and pulsed for Zahn’s hot mouth, just as Carol moaned under Frank’s tender ministrations. I whimpered with need and Zahn responded, turning me in my chair so his hot mouth could claim first one and then the other rigid peak.

I left Carol and Frank to their own devices and immersed myself in Zahn—his touch, his scent, and the feel of his smooth, hard flesh against mine.

 

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