Sunday, September 21, 2014

CHAPTER TWENTY is Now Available To Read 


CHAPTER TWENTY
Morgan stood there for several minutes just staring at the wallpaper. It was
pretty, she thought, mauve flowers with tiny little blue and pink buds. He kissed
me. There were pictures on the wall of what appeared to be family members. One
looked like it could be Damon and Spencer as small boys. He kissed me on the
mouth. She’d never seen a toilet that was any other color than white, but both it
and the sink were a deep mauve. The light fixtures had the same pattern of
flowers wrapped around the glass domes that covered the blub. Right on her lips,
he kissed me.
Morgan realized that she had been standing there leaning against the counter
for too long when she heard a voice. It sounded like Mr. Parker asking Nick if
everything was all right.
“Yeah, Morgan just needed to go to the bathroom. I’m waiting to take her
back. I think maybe she might be hungry though.”
There was a mumbled response, but she had turned on the tap to cover the
noise of her going to the bathroom. Moving slowly so she didn’t bump her foot,
she stood up to wash her hands and then dry them. She had just turned off the
water when there was a short knock at the door.
“Almost finished. I’ll be out in a sec.” Morgan ran her fingers through her
hair and started to reach for the knob.
“Morgan, will you let me in, please?” It was Nick—Dr. Grant. She turned the
little tab and then opened the door to come out. He shouldered his way in before
she took a step.
“I...I’m finished. I was just...” His mouth covered hers and cut off her
sentence, her breathing, and her thought process.
Nick pulled her closer to him as she shifted around so that she was resting
on the counter. With a slight lift of her bottom, he lifted her injured foot by her
calf and wrapped it around his hip as he stepped between her legs.
“Morgan, give me your mouth. I want to taste you, please?” She felt his
tongue trace the seam of her lips and she opened them slightly. His tongue swept
inside and tangled with hers. She felt his groan rumble through his chest and his
hands tightened on her hips.
Morgan pulled back slightly and heard him growl before he allowed her to
pull back further to look up at him.
“What...you kissed me. You can’t just...I’m mad at you. I don’t want you to
kiss me.”
Of course, that would have been much more believable if she didn’t
currently have her ankles hooked around his hips, she thought with a grimace.
Apparently, he thought so too, because he grinned in response and kissed her
again, a short but no less heated one this time.
“I can tell. And you do mad very well.” With another grin, he scooped her
up into his arms and waited by the closed door until she turned the handle so
they could exit. She was really getting tired of being picked up all the time. By
the time she felt like she could say something to him about being mad at him, he
was putting her down in a kitchen chair where all the women seemed to have
gathered.
“Mom, I think Morgan could use some lunch. I know I can.” He ruffled
Jacob’s hair and kissed his mother on her cheek. He started introducing Morgan
to his aunts.
“Aunt Pea, Aunt Mary, this is Morgan Becky. She works for me and is our
guest. Morgan, these are my aunts Peabody and Mary, my mom’s sisters. Their
husbands, Thomas and Mike, respectively are in the living room with Dan
watching football. My two cousins, Tom and Janie, are Aunt Pea’s kids; they’re
watching the game as well. You’ve not met my brothers Jamie or Devin, but
they’re in there too, I think. I am a man on a mission and have come to rescue
and feed my poor injured damsel in distress.” She knew she was looking at him
oddly, but she couldn’t help it.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Nickolas Grant, the guy with
the rod for a spine and a pain in my ass?” It was out before she could stop it.
Startled with herself, she looked around the room.
His Aunt Pea was bright red with tears streaming down her cheeks and her
hand clamped tight over her mouth. Ms. Parker was staring at her with her
mouth opened and mirth evident in her bright eyes. But his Aunt Mary was
gulping in large gulps of air and braying with laughter. It wasn’t long before the
other aunt was hysterical too. Ms. Parker finally gave in and had to be lead to a
chair to try and gain control of herself. These people were nuts, Morgan thought.
Certifiably.
It wasn’t long before the boys were back with the other members of the
household and regaling the story for them. When Morgan chanced a glance at
Dr. Grant, she knew the true meaning of payback if his look was any indication.
And, oh boy, he was going to make her pay.
Morgan watched as he stalked toward her from across the room. She looked
around desperately for a way to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Standing
up and hanging onto the table, she started moving toward the little door to the
right of the sink. Almost there, she felt him snake his arm around her waist
seconds before he brought his mouth to her ear.
“I think not.” She felt his breath hot against her neck, his lips moving along
the shell of her ear. Had he of not pulled back when he did, she was sure she
would have leaned back into his chest and...she didn’t know what, but he felt so
good.
“Let me go. I’m sorry I want you to let me go.” Her voice sounded strange
and heavy. She was nearly panting by the time he picked her up with his arm
around her and turned her to face the room. They were still laughing when he
started nuzzling her neck, nipping at her tender skin. Before she could stop
herself, she was leaning into his embrace and turned to his mouth with hers.
“Please...?”
This kiss was different, it was...hungry. She was hungry for his mouth, his
taste. She was barely aware of him turning her in his arms and tightening his
hold on her, less aware of them backing into the room where she’d been headed.
The other people in the room disappeared with the closing of the door, the world
gone with the flick of the lock.


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Lenore MacFinley, Lenny to her friends, is a homicide detective, and a damn good one. But when she finds herself next on the hit list, things turn deadly. Broke and critically injured, Lenny wants nothing to do with the handsome, bossy Were Tiger. 

Jules Golden finds himself tricked into meeting his new mate. He has made a name for himself as a potter and an artist, and is happy with his life the way it is. A new mate isn’t part of his carefully laid plans. 

“You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?” She nodded, then shook her head. “You either do or you don’t, Lenore. Which is it? Your understanding of our relationship is going to be much easier to explain if you have at least a little knowledge of what’s going on.” 

“Oh, I understand what it means. I just don’t care. I’m not going to be your mate and you aren’t going to get the opportunity to try and convince me otherwise.” 

Fate isn’t through with Lenny. The first attempt to take her life has failed, but the nemesis isn’t giving up and is determined that Lenny won’t make it to her 25th birthday. Lenny’s days are numbered and even those that can see the future admit to two possible outcomes, and Jule’s fate is tied to hers. 

Things heat up and the Golden’s Streak must band together again to protect their own, but when Jules inadvertently gets in the way will they be too late? Find out in the next installment of the Golden Streak Series―Jules. 



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Sloan Crane is a vampire on a mission. He knows from the moment he catches Opal’s scent that she is his mate. The last thing in this world Sloan wants is a mate, but he won’t let that monster, Fletcher, have her either. Just because he doesn’t want her doesn’t mean he wants her to die. And he has two choices: let her bleed to death or change her without her permission.

Opal Erickson is beyond furious. Up until now she might not have exactly been happy with her life, but it was hers. In the blink of an eye that bloodsucker has stolen her freedom and turned her into a bloodsucking hybrid. And she is supposed to be grateful? Not in this lifetime…or any other.

Why must everything be so complicated?

Fletcher is far from finished with the couple, and if he has his way Opal won’t survive it…


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Sunday, September 14, 2014

CHAPTER NINETEEN is Now Available To Read 

CHAPTER NINETEEN
Morgan watched the two young boys play the video game on the big
television. Friggin’ huge would be a better description, she thought with a smile.
They were trying to be quiet, they really were, but they were having fun.
“I did not lure you in there. You went on your own. Do you see me having a
string around your neck? I don’t think so. You’re dead because you’re stupid.”
The bigger boy was still alive, much to the consternation of the little guy.
“I’m not stupid, and I’m telling Dad. You ain’t supposed to call people
stupid anymore. It makes you sound illi...ilit ...stupid.”
“I think you mean illiterate. And he’s correct; you aren’t stupid. The true
definition of stupid is lacking normal intelligence or understanding, or slowwitted.
You don’t seem to be either of those. I think the word you’re looking for
is ignorant. It implies a lack of knowledge, either generally, or on some particular
subject, such as this game for instance.” She flushed. She hadn’t meant to speak
out loud, but now she had their full attention. “Sorry. Ignore me.”
“Gee, lady, you sound like a dictionary or something.” The younger one set
down his controller on the table and walked back to where she was lying on the
couch.
Damon had made her come in here earlier this morning so that he could
change the bandage and have a look at her foot. He said that it was swelling
quite a bit, and wanted her to sit with it elevated. He’d also given her something
for the pain, which had knocked her out again. She didn’t know what time it
was, but she thought she’d been asleep for some time.
“My name is Jacob Parker. That’s my brother James. Dan Parker is our
grandda. Uncle Damon said your name was Morgan Becky and that we were to
leave you be and try and keep it down to a dull roar if we could.” He grinned at
her and, just like that, she fell in love with him.
Jacob was a handsome little guy. He told her he was seven and his brother,
nine, almost ten. They were both blond and blue-eyed and loved to fight with
each other.
“Wanna play with us? We have lots of controllers and I can show you how if
you wanna.” James had obviously died or given up and had come over to join
them on the couch. “I can help you over to the television with your sore foot and
all.”
“I don’t know how to play at all. I mean, I’ve never played video games
before. So why don’t I just watch you two play? But I would like to sit closer.”
She was amazed at the size of the set and wanted to see if the picture looked as
good up close as it did from halfway across the room.

It took them twenty minutes to get her set up and her foot properly propped
up before they were huddled around her and the controller. James was
surprisingly patient with her, but she caught on fast, so that could have been
some of it. Jacob suggested that she could just play on easy with them. They
wouldn’t kill her too much and she could learn faster that way. She agreed only
because he was jumping around so much she feared he’d fall on her.
“If you push the red button, you’ll reload your weapon, but you have to
hurry, ‘cause your dying. Again.”
Morgan grinned at him and looked down at the thingy in her hand. The
buttons didn’t move around, so why did she have to look every time? She didn’t
know, but she was having the time of her life. When she looked up again, Nick
was standing in front of the television. Well, fuck!
“Hey, Uncle Nick, we can’t see. Move it or lose it, will ya? That’s it, Aunt
Morgan, kill the sucker! Die, pond scum, die!” She froze up and would have sat
there for much longer if Nick hadn’t nudged her a little. Jacob had just called her
“aunt.”
“Can I play with you?”
Morgan slowly turned to look at him and nearly swallowed her tongue. He
was looking directly at her when he asked, and for some silly reason, she didn’t
think he was talking about the game. She blushed furiously and looked down
again. Yeah right, she thought, he so wants to play with you. He can barely stand to be
in the same house with you, and you thin ...well, so not going there.
“Here, but you gotta wait until James dies. Aunt Morgan is always dead first,
but she is lasting longer than two minutes now. She’s doing good—for a girl.” He
winked at her, the cheeky little kid.
“I lasted longer than you in the last campaign, kiddo. And I had a higher kill
ratio to time alive than both of you two games ago.” So there, she thought.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t really say much when you’re only alive for three
minutes and you start blasting the second you start. She killed two of her own
men in that one too, Uncle Nick. Then she made this girly noise like she’d really
hurt them.” James restarted the game and they were setting her up again.
Morgan tried to scoot over when Nick sat down next to her, but the pillow
stool arrangement for her foot made it nearly impossible for her to get over too
far. She huffed at him and he had the nerve to smile at her.
“I’ll be on Morgan’s team and you two play against us this time. I’m better at
this, but I have Aunt Morgan, so how much of a handicap do I get?”
The negotiation went on for another few minutes, but she tuned them out.
Her foot was beginning to hurt again, and she was in need of a bathroom break
and maybe something to eat. The whole house smelled really good. She rolled
over to her hands and knees to get up when she was suddenly standing up with
Nick helping her. In the next second, she was scooped up in his arms.
“Put me down, you idiot! I’m too heavy and I have on a dress. I don’t...” She
was frantically trying to put it back down around her thighs and not be dropped
at the same time.
“Yeah, I know you don’t like to be touched. I’m taking you to the bathroom,
if that’s where you were headed, and then I’ll bring you back. Be quiet and stop
squirming around.” She had to put her arm around his neck to hold on and she
when she felt his muscles under her hand flex, she jerked it back to her lap.
They made it to the downstairs powder room and when he put her down,
she was suddenly turned around to face him. He kissed her quickly on the
mouth and turned her back around. “I’ll be right out here when you’re done,”
was all he said as she hobbled inside.



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Lenore MacFinley, Lenny to her friends, is a homicide detective, and a damn good one. But when she finds herself next on the hit list, things turn deadly. Broke and critically injured, Lenny wants nothing to do with the handsome, bossy Were Tiger. 

Jules Golden finds himself tricked into meeting his new mate. He has made a name for himself as a potter and an artist, and is happy with his life the way it is. A new mate isn’t part of his carefully laid plans. 

“You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?” She nodded, then shook her head. “You either do or you don’t, Lenore. Which is it? Your understanding of our relationship is going to be much easier to explain if you have at least a little knowledge of what’s going on.” 

“Oh, I understand what it means. I just don’t care. I’m not going to be your mate and you aren’t going to get the opportunity to try and convince me otherwise.” 

Fate isn’t through with Lenny. The first attempt to take her life has failed, but the nemesis isn’t giving up and is determined that Lenny won’t make it to her 25th birthday. Lenny’s days are numbered and even those that can see the future admit to two possible outcomes, and Jule’s fate is tied to hers. 

Things heat up and the Golden’s Streak must band together again to protect their own, but when Jules inadvertently gets in the way will they be too late? Find out in the next installment of the Golden Streak Series―Jules. 



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Sunday, September 7, 2014

CHAPTER EIGHTEE is Now Available To Read 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The house was in a tizzy. Meggie was gone. The nursemaid had come
tearing out of the little girl’s room about an hour ago screaming that she’d been
kidnapped, stolen by aliens, and had run away all in one breath. It had taken
Spencer ten minutes to calm her down.
“What happened to her, do you think? I’ve searched everywhere I can think
of. Christ!” Spencer was pacing and, frankly, driving the household crazy.
“She ever run away before? I mean, with you?” She’d taken off a couple
times from her mother over the past few weeks, and everyone was concerned
about the reason for that. Nick thought it was because her mother was a bitch,
but he kept that opinion to himself.
“No, especially not here. She loves coming here with Mom and Dan. I’m
going to take a walk around the grounds again, maybe look in the...”
Nick turned to see what had stopped him. Coming down the stairs was
Meggie and Morgan. Meggie was clutching her dolly while she waited for
Morgan to move slowly down the steps. The progress was made slower because
she would stop to move the crutches out of the way and “talk” with her at every
step.
Spencer ran to his daughter and scooped her up in his arms. He was raining
kisses all over her face and holding her to him as he turned to Morgan.
“How did you find her?” Even from across the room, Nick could see the look
of confusion on her face. Evidently, so did Spence. “She’s been missing, and I
thought she’d . never mind. Where did you find her?” Spencer asked Morgan.
“I didn’t, she found me. She came into the bedroom around two I guess. She
was just there when I opened my eyes. She’s been very helpful to me already,
haven’t you?” Nick watched her answer his brother in both voice and sign
language so that Meggie could keep up. “I’m all packed, so I’d really like to go
back to the Grant building now.”
“Hello, Morgan, welcome to my home. You’re staying for Thanksgiving
dinner, honey. Didn’t these idiots tell you?” Ms. Parker came out of the kitchen
just as Morgan got to the bottom of the stairs.
“No, they didn’t. But I’m not staying. I...if I could use your phone, I’ll call
someone to come and get me. I didn’t realize it was Thanksgiving.” She turned to
glare at Nick then she moved to follow his mom in the kitchen. He followed as
well.
“You are not going back home. It’s home, not the Grant building, not Byron’s
apartment, home. Why do you have such a problem with that? Home, four
letters. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember for someone with your obvious
intellect.”
“Well, I can think of another four letters that go very nicely with ‘off’ that I’m
betting you’re very familiar with too. Would you like to know what they are?
Ms. Parker, I really need to use the phone, please.” When she turned her back on
him, he saw red. Damn it, he’d had about enough of her.
“You are not going home. You are going to stay and have an enjoyable
dinner with us. Then on Sunday night, if I don’t murder you between now and
then, I’ll take you back to your apartment. Sit down before you fall.” She was
swaying slightly. Didn’t the stupid woman know when to take it easy?
Morgan sat down and, before he could feel any sort of satisfaction for it, she
swung at him with her crutch, knocking both is feet out from under him. He
landed hard on his ass and hands.
“Fuck! That hurt. What the hell do...?”
“Listen to me, you arrogant jackass. I do not take orders from you. I am
going back to the fucking Grant building and staying in the fucking apartment
that you ordered me into. Then, on Monday morning, if I haven’t killed you
before then, I will collect my last check and quit. I hate you!” And before he could
say a single word, she burst into tears.


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Lenore MacFinley, Lenny to her friends, is a homicide detective, and a damn good one. But when she finds herself next on the hit list, things turn deadly. Broke and critically injured, Lenny wants nothing to do with the handsome, bossy Were Tiger. 

Jules Golden finds himself tricked into meeting his new mate. He has made a name for himself as a potter and an artist, and is happy with his life the way it is. A new mate isn’t part of his carefully laid plans. 

“You’re my mate. Do you know what that means?” She nodded, then shook her head. “You either do or you don’t, Lenore. Which is it? Your understanding of our relationship is going to be much easier to explain if you have at least a little knowledge of what’s going on.” 

“Oh, I understand what it means. I just don’t care. I’m not going to be your mate and you aren’t going to get the opportunity to try and convince me otherwise.” 

Fate isn’t through with Lenny. The first attempt to take her life has failed, but the nemesis isn’t giving up and is determined that Lenny won’t make it to her 25th birthday. Lenny’s days are numbered and even those that can see the future admit to two possible outcomes, and Jule’s fate is tied to hers. 

Things heat up and the Golden’s Streak must band together again to protect their own, but when Jules inadvertently gets in the way will they be too late? Find out in the next installment of the Golden Streak Series―Jules. 


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