MIDWEEK TEASE~10~

Welcome to another Hump Day! Can you believe it's February already? #MidWeekTease is hosted by the lovely Angelica Dawson and allows us to share a bit of a work in progress or published work. And since I'm over the moon on contracting not one, but two books with NNP at the end of last week, 🍾🍾 I thought I'd share a scene from The Reborn, my Phoenix work in progress that will be apart of the Cimmerian Shades PNR & UFR boxed set. It did have a different name, but my daughter convinced me to change the title. LOL. I'm so happy this book now has a happy home. :) The release date should be sometime late summer or early fall, 2017!

Here's a bit of what I think my hero looks like... Now for your tease. This is unedited...


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Sam stared at the beautiful creature before him; anger and lust a heady combination. He struggled to keep balance. No way in hell did he need this…this whatever the fuck she was to remind him of the events that had led to his ostracism from society. The details of which were none of her fucking business. The accusations of the U.S. government that had ended in a court marshal and dishonorable discharge from the Navy he’d given his entire life to had crushed him. The disappointment and accusation in his father’s gaze the last time he’d seen his old man rose in Sam’s memory. 

Sam shook his head to clear it of the ugliness of that day. No matter how hard he’d tried to explain that his classified lab research had been stolen, used to murder thousands of innocent people in the South Pacific. The only thing that had saved him from being thrown in the brink was the lack of concrete evidence to prove Sam was the one at fault.

But he knew. Knew the truth of what had happened.

His gaze shifted to the creature before him. She rubbed her wrists, confusion in her eyes. Eyes the color of a polished Tiger’s Eye—alternating bands of rich yellow and golden brown. Ghastly purplish marks marred her creamy skin from where he’d grabbed her. Guilt tore through his gut along with an undercurrent of surprise. He hadn’t expected this being to be vulnerable. She’d exuded nothing but confidence and oozed seductive power since she’d shown up here unannounced. Something deep inside him softened.

“I’m sorry.” He scraped a hand through his damp hair. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His voice sounded rusty from disuse, even to his own ears. Evidence of just how alone he’d been for so long. “Agent…whatever your name is. Your Council’s problems aren’t my concern. So leave,” he ground out. “Now.”

“Wilder,” she said and smiled. Confident mask in place once more. “Agent Tatum Wilder, Captain Murphy.”

A simple curve of her lips and Sam’s knees nearly buckled. A warmth and sunny brilliance shone through. Wilder… The name suited her, he thought. Sam remembered the scent of her as she’d stood so near, touching him. She smelled of sunshine, pure, natural radiant sunshine. Sam did a double take. What the hell did sunshine even smell like? He wasn’t making any sense. Damn succubus or whatever the fuck she was must have scrambled his brains a bit when she’d touched him.

He stiffened his spine and held his footing in a weak attempt to keep his knees from buckling. Never in his life had he witnessed anything so beautiful. She reached out and caressed his bearded cheek with tentative fingers. Dimly, he wondered how’d she’d gotten so close to him. Hadn’t he just shoved her across the room? An undercurrent of electricity pulsed through her fingertips.

“This isn’t exactly how this was supposed to play out. I had envisioned a night of hot, steamy sex, wrought with nothing but pleasure,” she said. Regret colored her words. “But since my powers of seduction aren’t working on you,” she dropped her hand and mumbled something under her breath that sounded like “damn atchoo”. She turned and planted herself on his couch and flipped her long fiery hair over her shoulder. “Guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way,” she grumbled, clearly put out. “Will you at least listen carefully to what I have to say?”

She’d lost him at hot, steamy sex. Mental pictures planted themselves into his brain. Tatum with those long, lithe legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his cock into her wet, slick pussy. Those strangely alluring eyes dilated with desire. The silken strands of her fiery hair that seemed to shine with the rays of the sun’s brilliance spread across the couch. He could almost hear her soft whimpers of pleasure and taste the honeyed juice between her thighs.

Blood rushed to his groin and his cock stood at attention, begging him to tear off his jeans and start what she’d suggested. He’d lived secluded in the dark deserted mountains of the Sierra Nevada for far too long without any pussy. Sam shook his head to clear the erotic images. Creatures such as this were full of deception. She'd probably lied about her powers not working because something affected him unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Couldn’t be the fact that his hand had been his only form of friendly for so long…

“You have ten minutes.” Careful to keep his distance from this alluring woman…creature he corrected, he walked over and sat on the edge of the coffee table opposite of her.

“Pity,” she said, her voice held regret. “Everything you just envisioned would have been more than satisfying…for both of us.”

He gasped. “How did—-”

“Oh, come now Sam,” she tsked. She stared pointedly at the bulge in his jeans before lifting her gaze to his once more. “The real question is how could I not? Your lust radiates off you in high frequency, my friend.” She waved a hand in peeved dismissal. “My time is ticking… in more ways than you can imagine and since you don’t want to play…” a small pout puckered her full, red lips.

“I’m not going to color the facts. You seem pretty well versed in the supernatural for a human. Most feign ignorance of the dangers that exist around them, which works for us. What you may not know is that everything has an order. Humans cling to their laws and government, but the truth is that peace and balance between all species supernatural and human is kept by an ancient nation and has since the beginning of creation. Each being is represented on the council by one of its own, but ultimately, all decisions are made by Rà, God of the Sun. I’m a Phoenix. We Agents are Rà’s… umm…enforcers if you will. Step out of line and we, put you back in your place.”

Sam sat still, trying to absorb what Tatum had said. An internal battled waged as he struggled to tamp down his physical desire for her. “Rà? As in Rà from Egyptian religion?”

“One and the same,” she said.

“So, Rà isn’t a mythical Egyptian god?” He frowned. “I don’t understand,” Sam said, scratching his bearded chin. “What does your Rà want with me? Can’t he just snap his fingers and make everything right?”

Tatum’s soft laughter glided across his skin, like a silken caress. He shivered, despite the heat from the hearth.  Sam's cock strained against his jeans demanding contact with her. A need to have her mouth wrapped around his hard length, hell he’d even take a hand job from this being… welled up deep within his gut. He gulped and swallowed hard.

Down, Murphy. Down. She can fucking read your mind, you idiot.

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Kathleen 💋

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