Friday, July 25, 2014

Hunter The Emerson Wolf Series Release Day 7/25/14



“Do you know what you are to me?” She shook her head as he whispered to her. His mouth was doing incredible things to her and she wanted more. “Mate? You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?”

Her body seemed to come alive at his words. She struggled to pull from him and he let her go, but he didn’t back off. She moved back from him as far as the wall and tried to get her mind to function again. She was not going to be his mate, not any man’s.

“You have to go. I won’t bother you anymore if you do the same for me.” He moved to within a foot of her and she put up her hands. “I don’t want you here. Please, you can’t want me as a mate. I don’t…I’m not even sure that this isn’t some ploy to get what you want. Or money. Is that it?” She looked up at him as he started cursing.
Hunter Emerson and his brothers answered the request of a pack looking for a new Alpha and moved to Sommersville. Since they were all Alphas, Hunter didn’t have the clue that he was the new Alpha until he arrived. It didn’t sit well with him at all that a woman held herself in recluse and wouldn’t answer and pledge herself to the new Alpha. What she could be doing there on that big estate with no one around to witness… His mind reeled with the possibilities―none of them good.
Slone Morris had an understanding with the local pack―leave her alone and she’d let the pack stay on her land free of charge. It was as simple as that. She didn’t deal well with people. But the new Alpha in town wouldn’t take “Fuck off” for an answer.

Slone’s past threatened to rear its ugly head at every turn. There was one―someone she thought she trusted―who didn’t want the past dredged back up. He was determined to stop her―at all cost…







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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Chapter ELEVEN is Now Available To Read 



CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help you?” Her voice
sounded okay, Morgan thought. She hadn’t known what to say when the phone
had rang earlier this morning, but Ms. Wayne had scribbled down the words
quickly for her. It was nearly two-thirty now and she’d spent a pleasant morning
getting set up and learning her job.
It was fairly easy so far. Dr. Grant had called at eleven, gave her his cell
phone number, and made sure she repeated it to him four times before he’d
hung up. He’d called twice more since then. She’d taken seven phone messages
and made him two appointments for the following day.
Morgan had found the spa day that he’d set up for her then She kept going
back to it and couldn’t for the life of her think what it had meant. He’d put her
name, correct this time, and “day at spa” with the name of the place. It would
probably be really nice, but she didn’t want to make a fool of herself and scream
when someone touched her. Morgan decided that he was really sweet to do it.
Strange, but sweet.
Ms. Wayne had given her the direct number to her desk, and if she needed
anything, to just call. Ms. Wayne had also left her a large book of information on
the company. It told her what Dr. Grant was a doctor of, finance, and how much
money he was presumably worth, seventy million and counting. It had also told
of his wife’s tragic death fourteen months into their marriage in a car accident
that had also taken the life of his father.
“Nicky there? I need to talk to him. Tell him it’s Bambi.” The voice on the
other end sounded just like a person would think a Bambi’d sound like. All highpitched
and squeaky voiced.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Bambi, but Dr. Grant isn’t in right now. But if you’d like, I
can take a message and give it to him when he returns.” There wasn’t a sound for
so long. She could hear her breathing, a mouth breather, so she knew she hadn’t
hung up.
“Did he tell you not to ring me through? I don’t like to be put off and he
damned well knows it. Put him on the phone or tell him I’m a’coming down
there to see him.” Suddenly, Bambi sounded less like a Bambi, and more like a
barracuda.
“No. He’s not here. But like I said, if I can take a message for you, I’ll make
sure he ...” Morgan hadn’t just been cut off, but snapped off like a twig.
“I’ll be down there in ten minutes. You tell him so.” And the phone was
suddenly whining at her.

The first thing she did was call David at the front desk. She warned him that
a Ms. Bambi was coming in with a full head of steam and demanding to speak to
Dr. Nickolas Grant. Then, as much as she hated to, she called the man himself.
“Dr. Grant, its Morgan Becky. A Ms. Bambi is on her way to the office
looking for you. She wanted to speak to you. I’ve made her aware that you aren’t
in, but that didn’t seem to stop her. I have let David know of her impending
arrival and her... hummm, mood, as well. Thank you.” Then, she hung up. She
didn’t want to tie up his line, nor the company line, and stated what she needed
to.
Looking at the caller ID, Morgan was surprised that Dr. Grant was calling
back. “Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help...” She was
surprised when he was nearly spitting he was so angry.
“Don’t you ever fucking hang up on me ag...” She put the phone back on its
cradle. When it rang again, she almost didn’t answer it, but gave in. Maybe it
wasn’t him.
“Grant Corporations, Morgan...”
“I swear to Christ, if you fucking hang up...” She hadn’t done anything
wrong and didn’t believe he had the right to talk to her like that. It wasn’t the
language. She’d been in prison and heard much worse. It was his tone. She hung
up again. After the fourth time, he let her answer before he said anything.
“Grant Corporations, Morgan Becky speaking. May I help you?” She knew it
wasn’t him as soon as she put the receiver to her ear.
“Morgan, I would suggest you not hang up on him again. His face is a shade
of purple I’ve never seen before. Plus, you should see the foam coming from the
corner of his lips.” Byron’s voice was heavily laced with ill suppressed humor.
“Then tell him to talk to me in a civil tone, or not to call at all. I gave him the
information he needed. I’m not very good at cell phones and such. They weren’t
very prevalent when I went in the joint and I’m trying to get used to them. I’ve
had a really good day up until now and he’s not going to come back here and
ruin it. So tell him I said to fuck off, it’s six-thirty and I’m going home.” She hung
up the phone again and shut down his computer. Turned off the lights, locked
the door and walked down the ten flights of stairs to Byron’s apartment. When
she got to the correct floor, she couldn’t get out. The flipping door jammed again.
She sat down on the stairs and started crying.


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Agon
“She is not going to be my wife. In any way, Riss.” Riss nodded as Agon started pacing again. “I want to touch her. Feel her body close to mine and kiss her. I have a need to taste her mouth to see if it tastes as good as I think it might. Then there is my body. I cannot control it around her. I run so hot and hard that I feel as if the world knows that I need her in ways that are not right.”
“She will taste better than you can ever dream of, and her body will give you pleasure in ways you cannot imagine.” Agon stared at him for several seconds. “But you cannot touch her. She is your charge. If you do not wish to have her as your wife, then you must not touch her in any way. If you do…if you do, my friend, then there will be no turning back. For the touch of the woman you are to spend your days with will haunt you in ways that will make you want to end your life in order to be with her. Trust me on this. I am well aware of how your body will crave her, and you will stop at nothing to have her again and again.”
“I do not want her.” Riss nodded and could see that Agon was lying to him as much as he was himself. “She is beautiful and stubborn, but I do not want her. But I fear that it might be too late for me.”








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“Do you know what you are to me?” She shook her head as he whispered to her. His mouth was doing incredible things to her and she wanted more. “Mate? You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?”

Her body seemed to come alive at his words. She struggled to pull from him and he let her go, but he didn’t back off. She moved back from him as far as the wall and tried to get her mind to function again. She was not going to be his mate, not any man’s.

“You have to go. I won’t bother you anymore if you do the same for me.” He moved to within a foot of her and she put up her hands. “I don’t want you here. Please, you can’t want me as a mate. I don’t…I’m not even sure that this isn’t some ploy to get what you want. Or money. Is that it?” She looked up at him as he started cursing.
Hunter Emerson and his brothers answered the request of a pack looking for a new Alpha and moved to Sommersville. Since they were all Alphas, Hunter didn’t have the clue that he was the new Alpha until he arrived. It didn’t sit well with him at all that a woman held herself in recluse and wouldn’t answer and pledge herself to the new Alpha. What she could be doing there on that big estate with no one around to witness… His mind reeled with the possibilities―none of them good.
Slone Morris had an understanding with the local pack―leave her alone and she’d let the pack stay on her land free of charge. It was as simple as that. She didn’t deal well with people. But the new Alpha in town wouldn’t take “Fuck off” for an answer.

Slone’s past threatened to rear its ugly head at every turn. There was one―someone she thought she trusted―who didn’t want the past dredged back up. He was determined to stop her―at all cost…



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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Chapter Ten is Now Available To Read 



CHAPTER TEN
Nick didn’t expect her to show. It mattered little that she had signed the
contract and had taken the apartment; he knew her type. He looked down at the
file his investigator had given him yesterday at home and frowned. Well, he
amended, he thought he knew her type.
The detective had managed to dig up her entire file, including pictures of her
arrest and her penal file. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why she had
been convicted in the first place. She had obviously been a victim of the first
order. She hadn’t even been able to attend her own trial as she had been so
severely injured that she had been put into a medical coma for nearly three
months to heal. He was sure if she’d have had Devin as her lawyer, she never
would have seen the inside of a cell.
Nick had told her to be here at eight o’clock and he had come in at six-thirty
wanting to get caught up as much as he could. He heard her in the outer office
talking to David at six-fifty. He went to his office door and leaned against the
jamb, listening to them.
“If that door gives you anymore issues, just call downstairs and I’ll have
facilities see to it for you. No telling how long you’d have been stranded in there
if’n I hadn’t been doing my walk then.”
“Thanks, Mr. Tulles. I was really grateful to see you. Thank you again.”
David saw him first, and she jerked around when he straightened up and looked
over her shoulder.
“Morning, Dr. Grant. Ms. Becky had herself some problems with the door on
the stairwell.” David tipped his hat at the man and left.
Nick watched her walk to the little break area that the previous secretary had
insisted on having, and listened to the cabinet open then close. He assumed she
was putting her lunch away and she’d be out soon. He waited for five more
minutes before he went to see what she was doing and nearly plowed her over
when she finally came out.
“I’m sorry. I was...good morning, Dr. Grant. I’ll just get started.” She moved
around him and toward the desk. She was carrying that huge ass bag with her,
but other than that, she looked...very nice. He also noticed that she was still
limping. Not as badly as in the hospital, but noticeably.
“Do you need more time off? Let me take you down to see Damon. He’s a
good doctor and this could be serious. I won’t have you falling over here and
claiming Workman’s Comp.” He saw her stiffen at his words.
“Thank you for your nice concern, Dr. Grant, but I’ll be just fine.”

He flushed; he’d been neither nice nor concerned-sounding. He hadn’t meant
for it to come out quite like that and felt bad. “Ms. Becky, Morgan, I didn’t...” He
didn’t know what he’d been about to say, but she cut him off.
“Mrs. Wayne will be here soon. She’s going to set me up on the computer
with email and things. She asked me to have you make a list of the things you’d
like me to have access to of yours. I believe she mentioned your appointment
calendar and scheduler.”
Nick knew he was being dismissed, but didn’t know how to get out of it.
He’d been an ass and she wasn’t going to say anything. Fine! If that’s the way she
wanted it, then he’d go back in his office.
Nick sat at his desk for a solid three hours not doing a damned thing. He did
look online and booked Morgan a day at the spa. He didn’t tell her, of course, but
he did mark it on the calendar that they would share. He felt stupid for his
earlier comments and wanted to make up for it. When there was a knock at his
door, he bellowed for whoever it was to enter. He was surprised to see his
brother Byron.
“I can see you haven’t had your morning Joe yet. Wanna go down to the
corner and get some? My treat.” He had flopped down in one of the wingback
chairs that faced his desk and put his feet up.
“No. I have to make a list of things that my new secretary might need of
mine. You know, calendars and appointments for scheduling for me. Rachel is
going to set her up with her system today.” Why he sounded so petulant, he
didn’t know.
“Rachel Wayne? She just left. Maybe Morgan didn’t need your list after all.
Come on, go down with me. I need to have an old man with me so I look better
to the new waitress they got. She has nice...yeah. Go with me.” Nick stood to
leave and go with him when his cell phone went off.
“Hello! Grant.” Christ! He needed to get a grip. First mean, then grouchy,
now he was barking.
“Hello to you too. I was wondering if Morgan came in today. I...I wanted to
make sure she was settling in all right with you.” His mom. She had been upset
since he’d told her that he’d hired her and the conditions he’d put on her,
including her not speaking to her like that again.
“I guess. Rachel came over and just set her up. Whether she stays or not is
anyone’s guess. Byron and I are going down to the corner for some coffee and
women. Want me to bring you by anything?”
“Yes, thank you. I’d like a busty blonde, hold the large hips. And bring me
one of those caramel nutty buns too.”
Nick smiled. He wondered if any other mother in the world was anything
like her, and doubted it. She was definitely one of a kind.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He was walking toward the door as he hung up.
When he opened it, Morgan wasn’t at her desk. He knew instinctively that she
hadn’t left; her pink bag was still laying there where she had put it when she
came in. They were getting on the elevator and headed down when he realized
he hadn’t asked her if she wanted anything. Oh well, he’d get her a nutty bun
too.
He and Byron spent an enjoyable hour in the coffee shop. After his second
cup of plain coffee, he felt measurably better. He had them box up three of their
buns, two for his mother in one box, and one for Morgan in another. He then set
off to see his mom. On the drive over, he’d had his artistic brother draw her her
busty woman with tiny hips on her box.
“I don’t suppose you forgot to give Morgan your cell phone number before
we left, did you?” Byron said. Well, fuck! No wonder she’d not called him. She
couldn’t reach him.



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Saturday, July 5, 2014

Chapter Nine is Now Available To Read 


CHAPTER NINE
Morgan watched the women coming out of the building. She had gone to
three different professional buildings since her hospital release two days ago to
see if she could get an idea what she would be required to wear to work every
day. Most of them wore pants and sweater sets with nice shoes. She looked down
at her notes and saw that all the women she’d been observing were dressed the
same. Now she needed to go and purchase the clothes.
Morgan had left the Grant building at around four, just after she’d taken an
inventory of the rooms. It was just a place she was staying and she doubted it
would ever be a home to her. She was now armed with her list of needs and her
money. She had found it in another yellow envelope on the kitchen table when
she had been shown around the apartment by Byron earlier that morning. She’d
already decided to just get what she needed for now and would get the extras on
other trips.
Morgan found a bus route map and, using it, made her way across town to
the Wal-Mart. She got a cart and went to the clothing department and set about
getting what she needed.
Only able to wear white panties and bras since she could remember, Morgan
looked at the pretty colors the bras came in and it made her smile. Just who she
would buy them for, she couldn’t imagine, but bought a pink one with little lady
bugs all over it for fun. Serviceable is what she needed, not fun, but she did it
anyway.
The pants were a little tricky as she didn’t have any idea what size she wore
since she had been wearing the kind that tied at the waist. Taking several sizes in
the changing room, she pulled them on and if they buttoned and zipped and
weren’t too long, they were her size, she figured. She had thought to only buy
two pair, one black, the other blue, but the light gray ones were so nice that she
got three. They were on clearance anyway so she didn’t mind the extra cost. Next
on her list were shirts. She found a nice silky T-shirt that came in lots of colors, so
she picked out five of them, red, white, blue, green and lavender, and added
them to her cart. She was able to find a white sweater and a nice plain black shirt
on the clearance rack for only two dollars each and got them as well. Instead of
getting pantyhose, which seemed like they’d be hot, she purchased a pair of
black thigh highs and a sensible pair of black flat shoes. After getting herself a
towel, a bag of apples, and a sleeping bag, she went up front to pay.
Two hundred and twenty-three dollars and twelve of those little plastic bags
later, she was waiting at the bus stop. She was dizzy with exhaustion and hurt in
places she’d only thought of. While she waited on the bus, she consolidated as
much as she could. She put a lot of the clothing in her large bag. By the time the
bus pulled up, she had managed to narrow it down to the sleeping bag she
planned to use instead of the blankets and four very tightly packed little ones.
Morgan nearly missed her stop as she had dozed off for a minute and had
only just gotten up to get off before the driver moved forward. Setting down her
bags outside the Grant building door, she dug though her pockets to find her ID
when David opened the door for her and helped her in.
“Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate the help.” She moved over to the
elevators with her burdens and pushed the button to go up.
“Ms. Becky? I...I wanted to say how sorry I am about the other day. I
shouldn’t have grabbed at you. That just wasn’t right. I just wanted to let you
know, okay?” She looked up at the man and smiled. No one had ever told her
they were sorry before.
“It’s all right, Mr. Tulles. No harm done, really, at least not to me. I’m very
sorry about your head. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” The doors opened for
her and she hesitated just a moment before continuing. “I...I’m staying in Mr.
Byron’s apartment now. I work for Dr. Grant on the top floors. Just in case you
see me around, I can be here now.” Without waiting for him to reply, she
stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor.
Later that night, after she’d taken a two hour nap, she sat looking out the
window to the street below. She’d tried sleeping in the big bed, but she couldn’t
relax. She’d finally had to take her sleeping bag into the bathroom and put it in
the tub. It was more what she was used to, the tightness of the room and there
was only the door, no windows for anyone to get in. Now she was sitting at the
kitchen table thinking about her life.
There was no family that she was aware of. She’d spent the first seventeen
years of her life in a state run facility for homeless children. Morgan had never
been adopted like most babies brought into the home. They had said it was her
coloring. Her hair was a deep red and her eyes were the lightest blue, and her
skin was so white it defied description. She was also tall for her age.
When Morgan looked in the mirror, she saw a woman, not even a pretty
woman at that. She’d heard people, women included, tell her she was beautiful,
but she just didn’t see it.
Morgan worked hard and stayed to herself even as a small child. She
discovered early she had a photographic memory and could learn languages
very quickly. That had served her well throughout high school and her little bit
of college she’d taken on the outside. Then when she was able to, she had taken
classes to finish up her degree and now had a BA in business management. Not
that it had done her a lot of good. Once people saw that she had been an inmate
of the State Pen, they stopped right there.
Morgan reflected on her life on the inside. She’d spent the first eighteen
months in the infirmary. Having been raped and beaten as badly as she had, it
was months before she could even walk very far. Then there was the two selfinflicted
gunshot wounds, one to her head the other to her left shoulder. Her
hand had taken the longest to heal. She had broken it in four different places that
night so that she could get the cuff off her wrist to escape.
Randall Bennett had told her that she was going to die. She hadn’t cared at
that point whether or not she did, but he was definitely going to. When he had
left her to go upstairs to get his gun, she had begun slamming her hand hard
against the wall between the cot headboard and the wall.
After the first two breaks, she pretty much hadn’t felt the other two and with
the help of her blood, was able to get her right hand out of the cuff and drop to
the floor, sliding the whole cuff out of its hanger. Dizzy from pain and
exhaustion, she crawled to the door and waited for him.
When he came through the door, she tripped him and took his gun. It took
her two tries to get the gun’s trigger to work; then she simply pulled it seven
times and killed him. When the police arrived after a neighbor had called in the
sound of gunshot, she was just putting the gun under her chin for the third time.
The first shot had gone awry and a ricochet had caught her in the shoulder. The
second time, she’d let the gun slip and it grazed her head in a deep cut. The
young officer begged her to stop and, in the end, had had to shoot her himself to
prevent her from killing herself.
There hadn’t been a day that went by that she wished either his aim had
been worse, or hers better.


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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Agon Mystic Protectors Book Two Now Available




Agon
“She is not going to be my wife. In any way, Riss.” Riss nodded as Agon started pacing again. “I want to touch her. Feel her body close to mine and kiss her. I have a need to taste her mouth to see if it tastes as good as I think it might. Then there is my body. I cannot control it around her. I run so hot and hard that I feel as if the world knows that I need her in ways that are not right.”
“She will taste better than you can ever dream of, and her body will give you pleasure in ways you cannot imagine.” Agon stared at him for several seconds. “But you cannot touch her. She is your charge. If you do not wish to have her as your wife, then you must not touch her in any way. If you do…if you do, my friend, then there will be no turning back. For the touch of the woman you are to spend your days with will haunt you in ways that will make you want to end your life in order to be with her. Trust me on this. I am well aware of how your body will crave her, and you will stop at nothing to have her again and again.”
“I do not want her.” Riss nodded and could see that Agon was lying to him as much as he was himself. “She is beautiful and stubborn, but I do not want her. But I fear that it might be too late for me.”









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His love for her was forbidden… 

Riss has been around since the beginning of time and watching his charges be born, grow up, and die has taken a toll on him. Until lately, being a Protector has always been enough… The Archangel Michael, Riss’s mentor and superior, decides with the help of their “Boss” to change things up a bit―like the rest, he doesn’t want to lose one of his best Protectors. Riss is assigned to guide and protect Kala. Riss is not happy about the changes and hopes this is his last assignment as a Protector before he can quit and live his last year on Earth and die. 

She has nothing left to lose―except her life… 

Kala has lost everything: her family as a child, her job, and now her apartment. She is also having weird dreams that she can’t quite remember…dreams revolving around a single white feather. Kala’s sexual fascination with the feather brings forth the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen―Riss. He came for his feather―he can feel everything she does with it throughout his body. 

Sex with a human is forbidden and Riss has never even considered it―until now. 

A madman, suffering from a delusional fantasy, has set his sights on Kala. He has already killed and will kill again. She will be his or suffer the consequences… 

And Riss has been forbidden to interfere… 



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