BLURB REVEAL: Lethally Entangled

 

BLURB REVEAL

Reese Marshall is as beautiful as she is deadly. A lethal killer for the Covert Organized Bureau of Registered Assassins, her life consists of assigned missions and living life on her own terms. But sometimes ghosts from the past can throw even an assassin’s life into more chaos. When the man she believes is responsible for her mother’s death, Mendoza Cabrera, resurfaces, it makes Reese question everything she thought she knew about the circumstances of her mother, Angela’s death.

Bothered by the questions she starts to have about her own agency, Reese turns to Jax Montgomery, a fellow agent and Angela’s former partner, for help looking into what really happened on her mother’s last mission. When Reese finds herself the target of an assassination attempt, she’s certain that she’s on the right track with her suspicions, forcing her to realize she needs Jax’s help more than ever, all the while trying to come to terms with her burgeoning feelings for him.

When Jax asks Reese to accompany him on a mission of his own, she agrees and soon finds herself face to face with her childhood best friend, Alexis Kastellanos. Adding to the current chaos of her life, Alexis’ appearance forces Reese to deal with her own repressed feelings for Alexis and her deepening relationship with Jax. All the while, Reese has no idea that she is still far from safe.

Forced into hiding, Reese is devastated when Alexis is kidnapped in a ploy to get to her. Vowing that nothing will stop her from rescuing her friend and discovering who is responsible for wanting her dead, Reese is unprepared when she discovers all the ways that her mother’s shocking death, C.O.B.R.A., and everything Reese thought she knew about herself are all lethally entangled.

SAMPLE SUNDAY- CALL ME DADDY

 CALL ME DADDY

“Last time I checked, you couldn’t stop me from doing anything. It’s not like you’re my daddy. Or my man.”

“When all this is over with, I’m going to be both,” he said in a low, rumbling tone.

My pussy clenched at the promise in his voice as his hand slowly caressed my face while his thumb brushed over my cheek. I swallowed the lump that was rising in my throat. He knew exactly what he was doing by giving me that smoldering look. His eyes were damn near glittering now and the way he licked his lips did not help. Not one damn bit. It was sexual manipulation at its best and I was falling victim to it fast.

Lethally Entangled

Coming Summer 2023

Sample Sunday- "Trust" LETHALLY ENTANGLED

 

LETHALLY ENTANGLED

C.O.B.R.A. BOOK 1

“Stop being so damn defensive and listen to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t go through that again.”

He grabbed my chin in his hands and stared deep into my eyes. I swallowed hard under the intensity of his gaze and blinked away the sudden tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes.

“I’m fine. A little banged up, but I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not. You’re a basket case over this shit with your mom and now someone is trying to take your ass out. You don’t have to pretend with me, Baby Girl.”

I jerked away from him. “I’m not some delicate little flower that is going to wither and die. I’m going to get to the bottom of all of this.”

He walked so close to me, that I could smell the scent of his cologne. Earthy and mysterious, it clouded my senses.

“No one is an island, Reese. You came to me about Angela. That means that somewhere deep inside, you know you can trust me. Let me on that island with you.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little melodramatic? I. Came. To. You. Not Pierce. To you. This has nothing to do with trust.”

“That’s where you’re kidding yourself, Reesie. We’re so much alike you can’t even see it. We keep things on the surface. We don’t let people in, and we think we can handle everything on our own. Sometimes, you just can’t. It’s eating you up inside that you even need my help. Yeah, you came to me, but it was reluctantly.”

I pointed a finger at his chest. “You’re wrong. I came to you because you make me feel safe.”

Damn it. Why the fuck did I say that?

Jax’s eyes stretched wider before he reached for both my hands, taking them in his larger ones. Heat radiated from his palms or was that the heat of my embarrassment for saying something so damn mushy?

“I’m always going to keep you safe, Reesie. I swear on my life.”

The air between us was charged, as if electricity ran through it. There was a shift happening between us. I felt it and I knew when he did, too. His hands dropped mine and settled around my waist.

No.

This wasn’t about to happen.

Was it?

I rose on my tiptoes as he slowly lowered his head at the same time. I read the question in his eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I pressed my lips to his and kissed him without reserve.

This was really happening.

Lethally Entangled coming soon!

Are You In The Mood?

 

Are you in the mood?

It's a loaded question, right? For writers it can mean many things.

1. Are you in the mood to write?

Let's talk about that. There are some writers who stick to a schedule no matter what. From 5am until 7 am they are Johnny-On-The-Spot and committed to getting their writing down every day no matter what. 

I am not one of those people. 

I am a mood writer.

As much as I love to write and I do love it with a passion, I have to be in the mood. If my mind is not in a certain place I do not have the creative energy to write. It is like pulling teeth. I can't do it. I wish things were different for me, but it is what it is.

2. What are you in a mood to write?

This is a tricky one. There are some people who know they are going to write a series and they are going to stick to finishing that series no matter what. I am not that person. I might start writing a paranormal series and finish book 1. It makes more sense to finish the series, right? Of course it does, but my brain doesn't work that way. Just because I was in the mood to write paranormal for one book doesn't mean that I want to continue in that genre. Maybe I want to write YA or suspense now. Variety is the spice of life. I love to read in multiple genres and I am a pretty damn good writer so why shouldn't I write in them as well?

What are the sayings? I contain multitudes. I am woman. Hear me roar. At this stage in my life, I feel like I have the capability to do anything. I shouldn't limit myself and I'm not going to, as long as I am in the mood...

Sample Sunday-May 22nd-Siren's Song-"Poison"

 

Hovering over the blue, crystal-like waters, it seemed to bathe the oceans in a swarth of oranges, reds, and muted yellows. A slow feeling of peacefulness started to settle over him as he stared out at the water. A sight almost too beautiful to disturb, and for once, Jason was glad he hadn’t had any intentions on doing so.

“Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?”

Jason stopped his trek along the beach and swiped a weary hand across his face. So much for his peace.

“What are you doing here, Candace?”

“I miss you, Jason. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Turning around, he found his ex-fiancée regarding him with a wide smile on her face. He remembered the days when that smile meant everything. Now it did nothing for him. Just a subtle reminder from Bell Biv Devoe, who once said, “Never trust a big butt and a smile.”

“Look, Candace, I realize this isn’t easy for either of us, but I’m not going to change my mind. Our trust is broken and from the way I feel, it can’t be repaired. I don’t wish you any bad luck or heartache, but you need to let me go. You need to move on.”

“Why is it so easy for you to say that? We have years invested in each other. History.”

“But, Candace, the years and the history were not enough for you to honor. Now I’m far from perfect, but you’re the one who decided to go outside of our relationship. You have to live with that, just as I do.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she came closer to him, grabbing his arms.

“But don’t you remember how good we were together? What a power couple we made?”

The remaining sunlight had her brown eyes shimmering and, for a moment, she looked the part of a siren. Jason quickly banished that thought. A siren Candace would never be. No longer for him, anyway.

“It’s not good to dwell on something that will never be again,” he calmly explained.

“But it could be, if you weren’t so stubborn.”

Before he reacted, Candace kissed him.

“Ooh, ooh.”

Quickly, Jason pushed his insane ex away, and looked towards the ocean. The surface was calm, but he wasn’t fooled.

“Ooh, ooh.”

“Candace, you need to leave now.”

“No. You responded to that kiss. There’s something still there between us. I knew it!”

“Candace, please. If you’re smart, you will leave now for your own safety.”

“You can stop the tough guy act, Jason. I’m not falling for it.”

Out to sea, a head broke the surface, and then like a torpedo, a massive wave rushed towards the surface.

“Jason, what in the hell is that?”

Fear colored Candace’s voice and Jason swallowed his own slowly rising fear.

Jason.

It was her.

“Get away from the water,” he told Candace, urging her back.

The wave continued moving towards them and then, Aariyaa emerged, those amethyst eyes locked on Candace.

“She is the one who stands between me and mine

Let her be gone from my sight.”

Aariyaa raised her hand and Jason stood rooted to the spot as Candace began to levitate from the ground. Higher and higher into the air she rose until her feet were level with his head.

“Jason! Help me! Do something!”

He reached for her legs, but she only lifted higher and higher into the air, floating further away from him. At the water’s edge, Aariyaa’s mouth glittered with malice as she held Candace in the thrall of her magic.

“Aariyaa, please. Just let her go. This isn’t like you,” he said softly.

Her dark eyes turned towards him and narrowed briefly. Then, she shifted her gaze back to Candace. When he made a move towards Aariyaa he was held in place by an invisible force and could only watch as a bed of sand swirled to form a giant pile before Candace fell from the sky with a thud. Jason didn’t dare make a move towards her as she gasped and staggered to her feet.

“Monster! Monster!”

She ran as fast as she could back to the parking lot. He was pretty sure that after this, he wouldn’t have to worry about her showing up unexpectedly for a while. If ever again. Turning to look at Aariyaa, he swallowed against the lump in his throat as a wave of water reached up to grab him, pulling him from the shore.

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Sample Sunday-May 15th- Siren's Song- "Purple Storms"

 

Purple storms swirled in her eyes.

Jason couldn’t stop looking into her face. A force that he didn’t understand had complete control of him as she sang. Her voice soaked into his soul, coating him in a haze of something he never wanted to wake from. He grew hard, his desire rising against her.

Aariyaa.

His siren.

His.

Completely at her mercy, if she decided to drag him out into the ocean right now, he’d happily follow her to his death. Fire swam in his blood, an aching desire that held his body taunt.

Her voice.

God her voice.

Every note came wrapped in longing, and unearthly desire. Jason understood now. The compulsion men felt to give it all up. The hunger that could only be satisfied by possessing a mermaid. As she closed her mouth, stopping her song, the haze that had surrounded him started to slip back and disappear, and the mesmerizing storms in her eyes flickered away. A small smile curved her full lips, drawing them into a subtle pout.

“How do you feel?” she asked in a soft tone.

Almost robotically, he told her, “Like I would follow you anywhere.”

She laughed, another beautiful sound. “Tis the point, I think.”

“Point made.”

His gaze concentrated on her lips. The plump softness calling out to him just as her song had.

“Jason…”

Jason’s eyes searched her face, unsure if she could feel it too. The force that seemed to hum in the very air between them. It was more than just the magic of her song. It had to be. His heart wouldn’t be beating a mile a minute. His soul wouldn’t feel like it was on fire if this wasn’t more. He had to know. Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned down and kissed her.

The first taste of her on his lips made his knees buckle.

Salty, sweet, exotic; her taste was all that and more. Aariyaa’s pillow soft lips moved against his own, opening to allow him access to the heat of her mouth. His tongue slipped inside, doing battle with her own. Grabbing the back of her neck in a tight grip, he kissed her harder and harder, even more eager for everything she had to offer. He could feel the tips of her nipples pressing hard against his chest, her arousal evident.

He wanted more.

So much more.

His lips left her mouth and she whimpered. With a mind of its own, his mouth trailed to the lobe of her ear, sucking it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the soft flesh and her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.  Encouraged, his mouth pressed against her gills. She went stiff in his arms, a second before, Jason found himself flying back towards the sand. He landed where the beach met the water’s edge.

“I didn’t mean—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Aariyaa was beside him on the sand, her amethyst eyes dark with desire. She didn’t protest when one of his hands caressed her face. Instead, she leaned into his touch. When his fingers roved over her lips, she sucked his pointer into her mouth. Desire shot straight to his dick, heavy and aching. Eyes holding his, she sucked on his finger with the force of a cyclone consuming everything around it.

Jason growled, slowly withdrawing his finger and running his hand down her collarbones to her chest. Gently he brushed her wet hair away from her body, baring her chest to his gaze. Perfect, buoyant, round globes topped with hard nipples beckoned him closer. Without hesitation, he took one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

“Jason…” Aariyaa moaned.

Languidly, he suckled harder, the saltiness of the sea mixing with her own unique flavor on his tongue. Greedily, he pulled her breast deeper and deeper into his mouth. His desire for her surged even harder when she cradled his head in her hands, forcing herself deeper into his mouth. Jason withdrew, moving to her other breast and lavishing it with the same attention. His dick beat like a drum against his thigh.

Around them the world could have been on fire, but nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered but the fire burning inside him.

A fire for only her.

Could there be more?

Gently, he nipped her breast as one of his hands slid down her waist on a slow journey of discovery. He was unprepared when she pushed him away.

“Aariyaa?”

Chest heaving, he could see the storms swirling behind her eyes again. She felt it, too, just as strongly as he did. There was something between them and it was stronger than any magic there was in both their worlds.

“I know what you seek,” she said.

“I want you.”

“Tis evident.” She inclined her head towards the tentpole sticking up in his shorts.

“Was I moving too fast?” he asked, unsure.

Aariyaa bit her well-kissed lips, making him eager to kiss her again. When he made a move to do so, she placed a hand up in warning between them.

“Though my desire for you is a strong one, I cannot share all of my secrets with you this day.”

Jason swallowed at the slow hope rising in him. “So, it’s possible?”

She nodded, staring at him from beneath low lashes. “Very possible.” Her words were tinged with promise.

He couldn’t help the way his pulse beat in his throat at Aariyaa’s words. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been as eager as he was, but it was hard to think about anything else when Aariyaa looked the way she did. Heaving breasts, taunt waist, and luscious lips, she would make any man’s blood boil.

“Would you want to?” he asked.

Silence hung heavy in the air between them. A part of him wondered if she would even answer. Perhaps he was pushing for too much too soon.

“Yes,” she finally said.

One word that meant everything.

“Me, too,” he said.

He was still as she leaned close and caressed the side of his face. “I know.”

The smile she gave him was brighter than any he’d ever seen before and as her lips brushed over his, he wished they could stay together like this. When Aariyaa slid easily into the shallows, he knew their reprieve was over. Rising to his feet, he stood watching as the water lapped up her body, hiding her glittering red-orange tail. When the blue waves reached her waist, she turned back to him.

Jason tried to ignore the hollow pit that had formed in his stomach. He knew this was how it had to be. They were from two different worlds, and he could never survive in hers. And if Aariyaa ever could be a part of his, the very same people he admired and respected in his profession would be sure to separate them for their own personal gain. It was a lose-lose situation.

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Sample Sunday-May 8th-Siren's Song-"Please Don't Go"

 

All magic came with a price.

What was it about this human that drew her to him? That made his life worth saving, no matter the cost. Only the gods knew.

She hardly dared to breathe as the haze disappeared from his eyes and he focused on her. Redness discolored his face but did nothing to diminish the beauty of his eyes. She should leave. Already, so many rules had been broken. Yet, she remained, watching him as he took a lock of her hair and rubbed it softly between his fingers.

“You’re…real,” he rasped.

“Yes.”

“You saved me.”

“Yes,” she said again, unable to find more words.

His hand moved from her hair to brush down her shoulder. Heat suffused through her veins at the touch.

“Thank you.”

Aariyaa nodded, temporarily stunned by the havoc his simple touch wrecked on her senses.

“I should go,” she finally said.

“Please. Don’t.”

In a show of strength, she wasn’t expecting, he grabbed her upper arms. Aariyaa looked down at his hands on her body. Without even trying, she could easily throw him across the sand, but she wouldn’t. The thought of bringing harm to him, reviled her. Him, a human. A member of a race that had so destroyed her own, and yet, she was still drawn to him. Her muscles tensed, but the even fast beating of her heart did not slow. Something was amiss between them, but she didn’t know exactly what.

“Will you tell me your name?” he asked.

She debated whether she should respond. But, at this point what would it hurt to tell him her name. After all, she’d already saved him twice when she should have let him die. If the Mer ever discovered what she’d done, him knowing her name wouldn’t really make a difference.

“Aariyaa.”

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