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Snippet Saturday – Emotion and a new book!

This week’s Snippet Saturday theme is Emotion. For some reason, rather than a scene from one of my books popping into my head, the song by Mariah Carey raised its hand instead.

So, yeah, I’ve just got to post that here.

Vampire Council of Ethics Book 4 has just been sold and I can’t wait to until it’s released. I’ll have more deets as I work with my editor so I’ll keep you posted.

In the meantime, enjoy this snippet from the upcoming release, Seeker’s Solace, V.C.O.E. Book 4 then hop over to play with the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the page.

Unedited Excerpt from Seeker’s Solace
Vampire Council of Ethics Book 4
by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013 – All Rights Reserved

When the first photos appeared on the screen, Slade found his curiosity about Shale’s role in this investigation replaced by sheer revulsion. It was bad enough that someone hunted their comrades, but the things that had been done to the bodies by God-knew-who turned his typically blast-resistant persona inside out.

When it was over, an unnatural silence filled the room that was oppressive even as the air crackled with unspent violent energy. The Elders of all ten clans stood as a united front. The Elder of Clan Viggee, voice tight with emotion they all tried not to feel, said, “Those who are to remain, do so. Everyone else, out.”

As the Beta Seekers and Iudex judges were dismissed, growls and murmurs mixed amid the orderly exit were expected. Every vampire in the room bared their fangs in silent aggression after that rough briefing. Nothing less than fury was expected given the horrors they’d just seen. And that was really saying something considering the vampire nation and its clans were a people that used to be the most brutal and bloody on the planet.

Slade looked over to Alex who simply stood there shaking his head. His best friends midnight eyes blazed as his jaw ticked furiously. He swallowed hard. Then swallowed again.
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Snippet Saturday – Character


Today’s theme is Character. I’m picking a side-character rather than our main because I feel that the sidekicks help make the story by giving us insight into how our main characters handle different kinds of relationships.

So here’s a snippet from Gathering of the Storms: Wind and Fire (coming Spring 2013) and heroine is trying to talk her best friend into doing something that’s actually against the law. Now let’s see how the two get along, shall we?

Be sure to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Tally ho!

“Oh come on Joan, please do this for me. Please.”

“Forget it Reanne,” Joan said hotly, slashing her hand through the air. Moving swiftly for the door she yanked it open and rounded on her obviously crazy friend. If she’d believed in a god, Joan would have prayed earnestly for the deity to come take Reanne away somewhere, anywhere but here trying to talk her into another dumb stunt.  “Ever since we were children I’ve done all kinds of stupid things for you and I always get caught. Your father’s going to kill you when he learns you haven’t been planning a wedding trip for the past few weeks. You’ve been planning to run.  And don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to help you, because unlike you, I want to keep my skin.”

“Ssssh! Get in here already, Joan.”

She’d almost made a run for it when Reanne grabbed her by the hand and yanked her back into the apartment with a grumbled ‘shush’. “What if RuArk is next door?”

Joan didn’t really care. Hell, she almost wished the man would overhear what his numb-skulled woman was up to.

“What if I get caught, Reanne?  Your father would tell my father. Or worse, he’d have me carted off to Harbor Station and assigned to one of your brother’s airships. As a soldier, I don’t mind the patrol part of it, but you know I hate riding in those blasted airships. On the water or flying above it, they still make me wanna hurl. Bleh.”

“Joan, I’m not asking you to help me leave theHighCity. I’m only asking you to go on this errand for my father.”

“Yeah, but it’s your errand. You’re supposed to do it, not me,” Joan fumed. Her nails raked through her platinum tightly coiled curls until they were a riotous mess on top of her head.

“He’s always wanted me to delegate more of my duties, right?”
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Snippet Saturday – Emotion

Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Lauren Dane, and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday. I’m thrilled to be part of this mad fun!

Today’s snippet is a sneak peek of Seeker’s Solace, Vampire Council of Ethics Book 4. You  met our heroes, Slade Tof-Li and Shale Hatsept-Krulm in books one through three, but you’ve never seen them quite like this. In this snippet, one of our guys has been injured to the point of near death…and his woman doesn’t appreciate it one little bit.

Ladies and gentleman, meet Jovon Dawson-Li, former Marine Captain and fixed-wing pilot. She’s tasked with flying an elite Seeker team on their hunt for bad guys. It was supposed to be a simple ‘field trip’. She had no idea she’d meet her bondmates along the way…

WARNING: This snippet contains lots of bad words.

“How, of all places, did they know we’d end up here? How, goddamit?”

The anger behind Jovon’s words was like the roll of thunder heralding the arrival of deadly lightening. If Shale hadn’t been looking at Jovon he would have never believed that a female could make such a sound.

“Jovon, just calm down.” Shale hoped the words sounded encouraging rather than bossy. He knew he’d failed when she bared her fangs at him. “Woman, I said calm the fuck down. I’m worried for Slade, too, but we won’t do him any good if we’re all out of sorts.”

“They hurt him,” she snarled. “They hurt Slade.” Each word was bitten off at the end, blunt edged and raw. She stepped into his space, looked up at him and blinked back tears. A torrent of fear and anger rushed forward like the tide, and was as full of love for him as she was with worry for Slade.

Shale wrapped her up in his embrace and pictured his care and confidence that Slade would survive as a wave that flowed into and then engulfed her. He stroked her mentally along the frayed edge of worry and then physically soothed with  a caress as he tried to ensure without words that the people who did this would pay.

As Ambassador on this mission Shale had limited authority in regard to meeting out justice. But as an Iudex Judge he could hand down sentences on the spot for any rogue they’d been assigned to hunt. And with those who dared harm his mate and upset his woman, not only would he hand down the sentence, he would carry it out. Personally. Slowly. And with great relish.

The thought made him smile.

“God you look dangerous as hell just now,” Jovon whispered with just the barest hint of a grin. “And I totally love it.” And then her face lit up and Shale felt hope bloom in her heart and flash along their bond.

“The hacker!” Jovon yelped and then shot out of his arms and over to where Bors was sitting. “Bors, the hacker that Gigi told us about. Obviously they’ve been finding a way to track us for Gods knows how long. And what better way to make a statement to the Seeker corps than to take out the very team leader sent to bring them down? Fuck!”

Jovon turned and put her fist through the wall.

“Holy shit,” echoed throughout the room.

“There is no way in hell I will allow anyone to harm my mate and get away with it. And he is not going to die. If anyone kills that asshole, it will be me.”

Alex stepped in and took control. “Gigi was the one who told us that we hadn’t actually caught the leaders of this twattle. Two guys, one named Destin and his sidekick, Taps.”

“Taps? What the hell kind of name is that?” Rallis groused.

“It’s the name of a dead man,” Alex responded and minced no words.

Snippet Saturday authors
Lissa Matthews
Rhian Cahill
Shelli Stevens
Eliza Gayle
Leah Braemel
Myla Jackson
Caris Roane
Jody Wallace
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane

Snippet Saturday – Endings

How about a Snippet from Silk Road that gives us some insight into Chel’s life? In Seals of Destiny Book One, Chelriad is a secondary character. But in this Snippet we get a glimpse of why she’s going to be such an interesting leading character in the next book. Yes, people, the next book is Chel’s story. And she’s quite broken…and it’s all due to this particular ending.

Chel’s eyes flew open but the dream continued to play in her head like a bad movie.

Sadness. Those she’d always known, had always felt down to the marrow of her bones now turned on her with such a vengeance it was unfathomable. Such ferocity had never been focused on her. Had never been directed at her.

Even when learning to fight, as every angel must, her body had never experienced such pain. It was as if a layer of herself had been skinned away leaving her raw and exposed to feel the full impact of each blow. The blows reverberated down through her body, through skin, muscle and bone, down to the cellular level they vibrated through her.

She felt them—some brimming with righteous indignation, disgusted and appalled at the thought of rebellion, others full of sorrow at what they were doing even as she was filled with the anguish of betrayal. Her people had turned on her.

Then the rending began. Not just the tearing of flesh, but also the decimation of spirit as she was ripped away from the consciousness of the family that she had felt from the moment of her first breath.

And with the rending came crippling loneliness and despair. It felt like she’d been marooned, closed off. The pain of being alone came in waves of absolute crushing agony.

She’d never been alone before. Even if she’d sat in one of the training halls with no one around, she’d never truly been by herself. Had never called out to her brothers, sisters, and cousins only to have the sound of her own voice bounce around in her head and then echo into nothingness.

The last she’d seen of her home was the bottom of an Archangel’s boot. And then she Fell. The stars flew past until they appeared to be one long streak of light. A second before she understood what waited, she turned her head toward the earth. It rose up fast to meet her.

This was no graceful floating down to the ground. No, it was as if she’d been blasted through time and space until even the very air passed over her skin so quickly it burned, left rifts and welts behind.

She’d slammed into the earth. Lay there barely drawing breath. Each shallow pant sent new agony streaking through every limb. Her organs felt flattened in her body. Her wings had been snapped off before she’d been kicked down here, so this current cracking of bone was something else—likely every other bone in her body.

If she’d ever wished to be a human, it was now. At least she could have died to escape the hell of her new existence, the desolation of her plight.

Instead, she lay there, healing slowly even as a simmer began in her soul. Hatred. Pure burning hatred, but not for man. No, her anger was at the asshole that had talked her into rebelling. As the sun rose and set in what seemed like endless days, Chel lay in the middle of the desert, thoughts focused on the angel who had held the highest office in their world. One who walked with the creative Source themselves. So handsome, perfectly formed, with a voice that brought one to ones knees in reverence as he sang to those that had made him. He’d been called the Son of the Morning because the glory of his being had been like the rising of the sun whenever he walked into a room.

Lucifer.

And that fucker had been the cause of her worst nightmareChelriad, Angel of the Second Tier, Virtue and commander of the elements, had Fallen.

Snippet Saturday authors
Lissa Matthews
Rhian Cahill
Myla Jackson
Caris Roane
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
Eliza Gayle
Lauren Dane
Felicity Heaton

Snippet Saturday – Winter

Enjoy a snippet from my winter novella, Forever December, a Rocky Mountain tale of second-chance love that blooms in the spirit of the holidays. Afterward, be sure to visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post! Merry Christmas!

Melaniece Matthews muttered to herself, carefully navigating the icy winding road leading up to the high country.

“Man, how weird was that? Michael Bannon, a vampire?” The same strange dream plagued her at least twice a week for the past six months. They’d started immediately after she’d returned from a short trip home to California. It had been so good to see her friends and family after being away for eight years. And beyond lovely to see Michael again—the man she’d always loved. And – sigh—the man who’d seen her as just a great friend. Instead of marrying her, he’d hooked up with someone else, a woman named Janna. The end result? Six years of hell on earth for him. And now he haunted her in her sleep.

While Melaniece could admit she’d thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with him after so many years, she sure as hell wasn’t going to own up to the fact that he’d been on her mind ever since. Her dream crept around the edges of her mind. “What if he is a vampire?” she smirked to herself, a sarcastically evil grin plastered across her lips. “That would explain why he ripped my heart out by marrying Janna. There’d certainly been plenty of blood to go around.”

Peering through the cold, clear windshield, Melaniece grimaced as her thoughts turned to her favorite holiday. Instead of the usual elation about Christmas, she was assailed with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite nail down. There was the thrill of spending time with her children after a whole year of separation, chased by a longing for intimate companionship so acute she found herself on the verge of tears. Then, right there at the back of her mind was an elusive sense of naughty anticipation. But for what? A good lay? Not likely. She had no prospects and no interest in hunting for any.

Michael’s handsome face popped into her head complete with fangs and a roguish grin, just like in her dream. Damn, she could practically feel the gorgeous, redheaded hunk making love with her as his incisors rasped over her skin. Yep, right there on the big sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. Perfect spot.

“Hah, right,” she laughed with a snort and waved the image away. But her breathing quickened in spite of her refusal to acknowledge the fine-assed man with fangs dancing around in her head. Give it a minute and her pulse would return to normal, right? In spite of the freezing cold, the car was suddenly hot as hell. After a quick glance down at the console, she rolled her eyes up to the roof of the car. The damned heat wasn’t even turned on!

“Good grief, I’m hopeless,” she quietly grumbled. And it was all her dream man’s fault. Key word—dream. First off, she’d long given up hope in that quarter. Second, there was no such thing as vampires. So Michael was single again. Big deal. They’d had a great time reuniting in California six months ago. Who cared? None of it meant he wanted her now any more than he had eight years before.

With the car packed full of wrapped packages and luggage, Melaniece focused on the upcoming holiday. A glimpse at the pile of boxes in the backseat brought a small smile as she reminded herself this was a season to give generously to those you loved…and those who loved you back. And boy was she prepared to do just that.

Her children had spent the past year in an exchange program teaching English in Japan. It was amazingly expensive to live on the exotic little island. With most of their meager salaries going toward rent, groceries and train fare, the two had gone without some conveniences. When they returned to Minato-ku, a suburb of Tokyo, they’d sure as hell take lots of top-of-the-line goodies with them. Nothing but the best for her kids.

Christmas Day was fast approaching. She looked into the rearview mirror and spoke sharply to the woman reflected in the narrow glass.

“Okay you,” she said to herself. “No more goofy dreams, no more wasting time mooning over someone you can’t have and no more vampire nonsense. It’s Christmas and you’re gonna accept whatever Santa decides to give you. Got it?”

Got it. She popped a classic holiday CD into the player and hummed along with Eartha Kitt’s original bluesy version of “Santa Baby”. A few songs later, with genuine laughter, Melaniece let Nat King Cole chase away her blues as she headed up the highway to her vacation home to meet her family. Up there among the snow-capped peaks, the long-toothed boogeyman was not allowed, no matter how yummy he looked in her sleep, damn it.

Snippet Saturday Authors
Lissa Matthews
Rhian Cahill
Leah Braemel
Myla Jackson
Caris Roane
Jody Wallace
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
Eliza Gayle
Lauren Dane
Felicity Heaton
Shelli Stevens

Snippet Saturday – Celebration

This week’s theme is celebration. I think it’s fitting that good cheer be spread around during the holidays. In this scene from Entwined Hearts our heroines have just learned that after managing to protect their Atlantean legacy, find their lifemates and defeat the ultimate evil, they’re going to have babies! Now…to break the news to their men. Yep, celebrations are definitely in order. Enjoy this excerpt from the book, Entwined Hearts, Hearts of Fire Book 5.

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Mirriam sat down on a flowery couch next to Angela. “Why didn’t you just tell them about your vision?”

“The girls don’t know that I see the future. I decided long ago not to share my ability with them. Knowing too much is dangerous. It could change their natural responses and thus alter the future. I’ve seen it happen before.”

“I still can’t believe all four of them are going to have girls,” Mirriam said.

A few minutes later, the door to the palazzo burst open and Creed stalked inside, the other men right behind him. “Where’s Charlotte?”

The foyer was filled with noise as each of the men called their woman’s name.

“Creed.” Charlotte came bounding down the hallway, laughing and crying at the same time.

Creed swept her into his arms, holding her tight. “What’s wrong, baby? I couldn’t get off that damn boat fast enough to get to you. I could feel you were upset.”

She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks. “I’m pregnant.” She clasped his face in her hands. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Creed paled, but then a slow smile covered his face and his gaze heated. He scooped her into his arms amid congratulations and headed up the stairs toward their bedroom. Hoots and hollers followed them. There was little doubt in anyone’s mind what he planned to do when he got Charlotte upstairs.

“Kenna,” Ryker bellowed.

She raced down the stairs, blades in each hand and her gaze scanning the house for any threat. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You tell me, darlin’. We were on that boat and all four of us sensed trouble. We got back here fast as we could. Was it Charlotte’s news that got y’all riled up?” He grabbed her around the waist. “And would you put those damn knives away before you hurt someone.”

She sheathed the blades and wrung her hands, her gaze continued to flit about, never meeting his eyes. “Damn it, Kenna. What’s wrong?”

“Me too.”

The words were barely a whisper but they made the big man stumble backward, his new Stetson tumbling to the floor behind him unheeded.

“You too what?” he grumbled.

“You knocked me up, cowboy, that’s what.”

He bellowed loud enough to bring the house down around them, picked up Kenna and spun her around until she punched his shoulder.

“Put me down before you make me barf.”

He shot Faison and Marco a sympathetic glance as they patted him on the back and offered congratulations.

“Come on, darlin’.” He never set Kenna back down. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.” His voice deepened and turned raspy. “In private.”

“That’s fabulous news,” Faison said, a bright smile spread from cheek to cheek. “I’m already getting ideas for a song dedicated to the new babies. And you know Dee will want to throw a big baby party.”

“Baby shower, sweetie,” Dee corrected.

“Right, that thing. Let us know what you need. We’d love to gift you with some custom furniture for your nursery.”

“Yeah,” Dee quipped. “After we fill up our own nursery.”

“What? Fill up our…?” Faison’s brow knit in disbelief, then cleared as joy replaced the incredulousness. “We’re…? You’re…? Our?”

“Yep. All that,” Dee replied with one half of her mouth lifted in true snark fashion.

“Holy shit!” All eyes turned to Marco. “The three of you are all pregnant?” He wrapped an arm around Memory.

She snuggled in and said, “All four of us.”

“Four? But that would mean you too.”

“Uh, yeah. Me, too.”

As each couple went off to celebrate in private, Angela walked over to the coffee table and pulled a bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice. She made quick work of removing the foil and popped the cork, whooping in delight as white bubbles poured over the bottle and her hand. Mirriam joined her, holding out two of the ten crystal flutes lined up on the table.

Angela set aside the bottle and the two life-long friends clinked glasses. “To our family. May the newest additions be as healthy and strong as their parents.”

Snippet Saturday authors
Lissa Matthews
Rhian Cahill
Leah Braemel
Myla Jackson
Caris Roane
Jody Wallace
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Delilah Devlin
Eliza Gayle
Lauren Dane

Snippet Saturday – Holidays

Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Lauren Dane, and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday. I’m thrilled to be part of this mad fun!

This week’s Snippet is HOLIDAYS! My favorite time of year is Fall and Winter when we celebrate the holiday season with our families. And because of this, I chose to post bits from a story where our heroine, Melaniece, is spending the holidays with her kids…and an unexpected guest.

Enjoy this snippet from Forever December, then be sure to visit all the Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post.

With dinner done and dishes cleared, Denise and Melvin decorated the seven-and-a-half-foot real pine Christmas tree they’d picked up in town earlier. An overstuffed Melaniece slid onto the floor in front of the fireplace and watched them at play. Her fingers sank into the thick pile of the sheepskin rug as she lay on her back and moaned with a lopsided smile plastered on her face. Dinner had been fabulous. Denise had made Shrimp Creole with Dirty Rice and Melvin had whipped up a peach cobbler made with homemade butter crust. Oh god, she was so full, all she could do was lie there, soak in the warmth of the fire and hope she didn’t explode. But hell, if she did blow up she’d die fat and happy. Heh!

When the doorbell sounded, she didn’t move from her warm spot on the floor. Besides, she had a good idea who it was and secretly wished the cockeyed nosy neighbor would just leave her customary Christmas cookies on the porch and leave.

“Get that, will you Denny?” Melaniece drawled sleepily, eyes half-closed. The soft footfalls of her daughter’s bare feet, the quiet click of the deadbolt and easy swish of the front door opening reached her ears. She waited to hear Denise’s “thank you for the gift, Mrs. Orley”. A few moments passed but the neighbor wasn’t calling out her customary holiday greeting, nor was Denise giving her usual Merry Christmas to whoever was at the door.

She definitely knew something was going on when the little hairs on the back of her neck joined her stomach in an out-of-the-blue spastic butterfly dance. Melaniece cracked open one eye and looked toward the door.

Two large suitcases sat in the middle of her now snow-covered foyer floor and Denise, who was doing a fabulous job of completely ignoring her, thus avoiding her stare of doom, helped a bundled, but familiar-looking, form out of a thick parka.

Melaniece glanced over at her son and froze. If the boy wanted her to believe nothing was out of the ordinary, his ear-splitting grin pretty much gave him away. But whatever it was, he wasn’t telling.

She watched layers of clothing fall away from the person. A jacket, sweater, snow pants and boots had been hiding a wide, solid-looking back, thick muscular thighs and an ass that couldn’t possibly belong to a mere mortal. Successfully swallowing the lump growing in her throat, Melaniece sat up, both mouth and eyes wide. Oh lord, had the kids ordered her a stripper? Woo, what a hunk!

Said hunk turned to face her and snatched a knit cap off his disheveled head to reveal tastefully cut auburn hair, startling green eyes and sinfully full lips.

“Holy. Shit,” Melaniece whispered.

Michael Bannon walked into her living room, eyeing her like the cat who’d swallowed the canary…or in this case, the partridge in the pear tree.

Snippet Saturday Authors
Rhian Cahill
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
Shiloh Walker
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Jody Wallace

Snippet Saturday – Bump in the night


Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Lauren Dane , and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday. I’m thrilled to be part of this mad fun!

You know, usually when I see the phrase, ‘bump in the night’, I must admit my mind automatically translates it to ‘things that go bump and grind in the night’ thanks to Ellora’s Cave. My very first novel came out of that house and it’s been a fabulously wicked ride ever since.

And speaking of first novel, this week’s snippet comes from that particular book. To put a bit of a spin on our theme, Bump In The Night, I think there’s nothing quite as creepy as a nasty bad guy. So, let’s briefly visit one, shall we *mwahahahaaaa*. WARNING: This guy really is a creep and I wouldn’t want to run into him in the dark. Ever!

Enjoy this post from On the Prowl. Afterwards, visit the other awesome Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post.

On the Prowl
by T.J. Michaels

Baker walked into his office, closed the door firmly and turned the deadbolt. It was six-thirty in the morning and no one was around yet, but if nothing else, he was cautiously meticulous. He sat down, opened his briefcase and pulled out the file he’d been looking over during breakfast. He laid the manila folder on his desk, flipped it open and pulled out a picture of the new production process specialist being brought in.

Her name was Delaine Jeris, a technical expert newly assigned to his business unit to develop the new neuromuscular drug Zalactin. He would have to remember to reward the woman in Research & Development for getting him this information. Since the Jeris woman was coming on as a consultant and not an employee, neither Human Resources nor he had been involved. If not for his little bitch in R&D, who’d nicked the info from the dupe she was sleeping with in Purchasing, Baker would never have known someone outside of his “special circle of friends” was joining his team. Yes, he would have to thank…what was her name? Sarah Ann, yes that was it. He’d have to thank Sarah Ann for alerting him. A quick screw up against a wall should do it. He didn’t have the time or patience for a slow one.

He picked up the picture in one hand and studied it closely. This Delaine was a fine-looking woman. Her résumé said she was an expert in systems, database and process analysis. Very impressive. Very beautiful.

A hand found its way down to his crotch and stroked his burgeoning erection through his trousers as he eyes moved over her photo. He noted the intelligence in her dark brown almond-shaped eyes and her flawless cinnamon skin. Imagining his fists knotting in the long natural curls of her hair, he leaned his head back in his chair, her photo in one hand, and unzipped his pants and freed his rock-hard cock.

Baker closed his brilliant green eyes, the image of Delaine Jeris etched firmly in his mind. He spilled his seed into one of the handkerchiefs he kept in a drawer for these occasions and wondered if the woman could be bought or, depending on who she worked for, sold.

This Week’s Snippet Saturday Authors

Rhian Cahill
Mari Carr
Shiloh Walker
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Jody Wallace

Yeah, I’m empowered!

Welcome to the Authors Against Bullying Blog Hop Day!

While this isn’t a thrilling or adventurous type of blog hop, it is no less important. If you have a kid (or if you were a kid) that had to deal with bullying, we are banding together to bring attention to this important issue.

After my post, PLEASE VISIT THE OTHER AUTHORS via the links at the bottom of this page.

First, let’s be honest – bullying isn’t going to go away. As long as you have idiots in the world and there is no impending gene pool cleansing, bullies will exist on the Earth. Our goal here is to talk about it.

Second, bullying should never be ignored. And I mean EVAH!

I remember being told I looked like a pitbull because I had dark skin and ‘black’ features. I was called nappy headed, ugly, skinny, black dog and more. I was told I would never be anything but a poor whore. Yeah, being black in American could really be fun *pffft*. Unfortunately, those names were thrown at me by other black students. At school. Every damn day.

It’s part of the reason why this song became my anthem (no, this song didn’t exist at the time, but my thoughts and sentiment were the same).

Anyway, I remember a girl named Sylvia stomped into my class in middle school and demanded that I go out into the hall to fight her and a group of five girls *yeah, like that was going to happen, right?*. The reason: One of the popular boys in school liked me. The end. The teacher sent those girls packing. Then she sent me to the principal’s office with an escort so I could go home early so they couldn’t have a chance to jump me after school.

Guess who met me at the principal’s office? I’ll give you three guesses, though you will only need one. Sylvia and another girl named Trina plus a whole new batch of cronies were waiting. The end result was that there was a group of almost ten girls that wanted to kick my ass for no other reason than I wasn’t in their clique.

But I had a tough mom. I could tell her anything. Not to mention she taught me to take care of myself and to fight if I needed to. My mom also came up to the school and let them know in no uncertain terms that she would applaud me and take me to Baskin Robins in reward for taking care of myself if the school couldn’t control those crazy bitches.

These days, schools are more likely to punish a kid who stands up for him or herself than they are to punish the bullies. I don’t understand it, honestly. So, parents need to really be aware of what’s happening. Ask your kids if they are having any issues at school and share your own experience with bullying. This way our children won’t feel embarrassed if they know we were once in their shoes. We also don’t want our kids to feel ashamed or weak if they’re scared. It’s normal to be afraid.

If a child doesn’t feel comfortable talking to a parent about being bullied, then guess what — that’s the parent’s fault. It’s tough talk, but no less true. So fix it. Make sure your kid feels that they can tell you anything. That, to me as a person who had to deal with being scared to go to school each day, was the most comforting thing ever.

And when my own kids were bullied, they knew they could come to me. They also knew that this mama bear would put up with no one messing with her cubs. Yes, I made trips up to the school. And yes, I had big sister wait for her little brother at the bus stop and she witnessed her 3rd grade brother getting pushed around by a 5th grader. We told the Vice Principal. Nothing was done. So when my daughter witnessed her brother get thrown to the ground so hard he smashed his face on the cement and broke his front teeth, dear darling daughter beat the crap out of that bully with her lunch box.

And both my kids got ice cream that day.

Now, many people would say, “Oh no. You should never fight. It doesn’t solve the problem.” And they’re right, to a point. But I can say that bully went on to mess with someone else’s kid rather than mine.

The end.

THE KICK-BUTT AUTHORS AGAINST BULLYING!

Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice

Snippet Saturday

Snippet Saturday is a brilliant collaboration by NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Lauren Dane , and a fabulous group of authors that she’s invited to join her in posting book goodies every Saturday. I’m thrilled to be part of this mad fun!

This week’s theme is AUTHOR’S CHOICE! And I choose…SOMETHING GOOFY! My day job was WAY too serious this week for me to post something equally as serious on my blog today. So, I’m going for something fun instead.

Enjoy this snippet from Caramel Kisses, then click through to all the fabulous Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post.

 

Caramel Kisses

TJ Michaels

BLURB: Workaholic Sydni should have known better than to step away from work. Going out for a single evening of fun has ended up as a night spent in damn jail!

Drew is aware that the sexy, sultry and brilliant Sydni couldn’t care less about getting involved with him. But he needs her. And the perfect opportunity to prove that she needs him just as much comes along. All he has to do is get her out of jail…and keep himself free in the bargain.

Their desire scorches them, the connection so real and immediate.

But what will they do about the bad guy determined to set them both up? Solve the mystery, of course…and a little misplaced, hot-as-hell sex wouldn’t hurt either.

She must be nuts. What the hell was she doing here waiting for a total stranger? Sydni hated to admit she’d been so engrossed in her work, she’d completely forgotten about the weird phone call from the DJ at KWQQ until one of their admins had called with a reminder of her “appointment with destiny”. God, could you get any more corny? And when the radio chick rattled off what her mystery man would be wearing, at her request of course, all Sydni could do was shake her head knowing she’d been cruel.

She checked her watch with a huff and felt the muscles in her stomach tighten. It was almost time. And though she wanted to have an attitude about the whole set up, Sydni couldn’t manage to get mad at her sister. Sure, Charli had signed her up for the stupid radio station’s blind-date contest, but the woman hadn’t tied her hands and feet to make her come here to meet the man. Well too late now. If there was one thing she wouldn’t do, it was stand someone up. It was simply too rude. But she could get rid of the guy tactfully. And quickly.

So here she sat at a stupid Starbucks instead of sleeping in, waiting for a man dressed in one of those stretchy workout shirts done in ghastly neon green, and a pair of black and white checkered golf pants. She shuddered at the ghastly image in her mind. Well, one thing was certain—any man with enough balls to walk into a busy Starbucks at a major intersection dressed like that must be as hard-up as she was.

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