#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 143

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today so get your flash ready to celebrate and write a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 143 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:

• The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
• The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.

Rules to the Game:

• This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
• Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
• Post your story in the comments section of this post
• Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
• Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
• The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
• The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.

How it benefits you:

• You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
• You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
• Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 143:

Your hostess, the Scottish Word Slinger, Siobhan Muir.

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Siobhan on Goodreads

And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“I’d like to see what I’m buying.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

Cover Reveal - Ricochet by Kris Norris

Ricochet
by Kris Norris
Genre: Erotic Romance
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A moment he can’t take back…

An unlucky rebound has left US Marshal Ashton Kane broken. His partner’s dead and, consumed by guilt, he’s walked out on the only woman he’ll ever love.

A love she can’t forget…

Cassidy Ryan has tried to move on. Losing the love of her life cut deep, but she vowed she wouldn’t let it break her. And she’s finally taking back her life—until she stumbles upon a deadly encounter that threatens to destroy everything and everyone around her.

One last chance at redemption…

Ash has fooled himself into believing Cassidy’s better off without him—until she puts her life on the line, forcing him to face the demons that still whisper in the dark—or risk losing her. Again. Only this time, it’ll be no one’s fault, but his.

Author, single mother, slave to chaos—she’s a jack-of-all-trades who’s constantly looking for her ever elusive clone.

Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realize she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that the voices chattering away in her head were really other characters trying to take shape—and since they weren’t telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes if they had...insert evil laugh.

Kris loves writing erotic novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life and sizzling sex scenes that leave you feeling just a bit breathless.

Website – http://www.krisnorris.ca

Blog – http://krisnorris.blogspot.com

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#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 138

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today so get your flash ready to celebrate and write a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 138 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:

• The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
• The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.

Rules to the Game:

• This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
• Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
• Post your story in the comments section of this post
• Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
• Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
• The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
• The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.

How it benefits you:

• You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
• You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
• Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 138:

Paranormal romance and romantic suspense author and Newfie mommy, Silver James.

And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“You asked for it.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

#ThursThreads - The Challenge That Ties Tales Together - Week 136

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It's Thursday today, so get your flash ready. Writing a #flashfiction thread! Welcome to Week 136 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? You're welcome to join the FB #ThursThreads group where we'll do events and make announcements. Need the rules? Read on.

Here's how it works:

• The prompt is a line from the previous week's winning tale.
• The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.

Rules to the Game:

• This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
• Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
• Post your story in the comments section of this post
• Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
• Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
• The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time
• The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.

How it benefits you:

• You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we're all about promotion - you know you are!)
• You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
• Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 136:

Medical heroine, mom of teenagers (read = supermom), and romantic suspense author, Cindy Stark.

 

Cindy on Facebook

Cindy on Twitter

Cindy on Google Plus

Cindy on Goodreads

 

And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“We are the chosen ones.”

All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Experimentation

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Rain just swiped her hand through Jozsef while he sat talking to her and they both felt something extraordinary. He'd jumped up and sifted straight through her, then demanded what she was doing. We're in Rain's POV.

Rain shook her head to Jozsef’s question. What could she tell him? That she doubted his ghostliness and had to test it? Hell, she was a scientist. She had to experiment. She hadn’t expected to feel wetness between her legs or the hard points of her nipples pressing against her shirt as her hand sank into him. She certainly hadn’t expected the arousal or the desire to wrap herself around his handsome body. Again.

And how the hell are you going to do that now that you’ve proved he’s a ghost?

Something was seriously wrong with her.

“I’m sorry.” She gripped her coffee cup tightly with both hands to keep them from shaking. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to be sure.”

“Sure of what?”

“Sure you were telling me the truth.”

His brows lowered. “That I’m a ghost?”

“Yes.”

“Are you satisfied now?”

Not hardly. “Yes.”

Jozsef didn’t move from his post and she didn’t blame him. If he’d felt half as much as she did, she wouldn’t want to come closer either. Rain shoved off the wall and returned to her chair. She didn’t look at him, but turned her attention to the wooden box on the table. So innocuous, and yet it held a magical artifact. From a human body.

She shivered and dragged the box closer, lifting the lid. The bone flute lay where she’d left it and remained unchanged. Except there’s a ghost in my house. Jozsef said he was attached to it somehow and…

“Did you say you woke up being molested?”

“I did.”

“How could you be molested when you’re a ghost?” Please let me be wrong.

He didn’t say anything for a short time. He leaned backward with his hands braced on the counter, pushing his chest out and widening his shoulders. His lips tightened as he stared at the tips of his boots.

“The bone flute is part of me.”

“Dear God, is this your femur?”

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Origins of the Curse

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Rain is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and swears magic (and ghosts) aren't real. Rain asked for the story behind his alleged curse of being a ghost tied to the bone flute.

“What proof?” Rain couldn’t hide her skepticism.

Jozsef’s face creased with mortification. “He said he could no longer get a, uh, well…” He trailed off with a vague gesture toward his groin.

Rain stared at him while his face went redder and redder. Then she laughed.

“He couldn’t get a hard-on and he blamed Marika for that?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Man, the shit men come up with to blame women for their impotence.”

Jozsef cleared his throat and rubbed her table with his fingers. “Yes, well, he claimed she’d cursed him when he refused her offer to share his bed.”

“And you believed him?”

He shrugged, his shoulders tight. “I was young and hot headed. And jealous of her beauty. She could’ve had anyone in the village and I was too blinded by my need for an heir and my interest in her as a beautiful woman to see reason.”

“So you were young, dumb and full of cum, is that it?”

Jozsef grit his teeth and nodded once. “Yes.”

Rain sighed. “So then what happened?”

“Laszlo took advantage of my anger and said he had a plan to make the witch pay for both our pain. He said she would confess her sins and then we’d be rid of her influence in the village.”

A cold feeling built in the pit of Rain’s stomach. “What did you do?”

Jozsef looked away toward her backyard where the sun was heating the gravel paths through her desert garden. A few vegetable plants growing in the shade of the ash and fig trees she’d planted, but succulents and gravel took up most of the space. It was beautiful and serene, but she didn’t think he saw any of it.

“Nothing. Laszlo trapped her in her cottage and hurled his accusations of her to the crowd. She refused to come out and he set fire to the house. She never got out.”

“Are you saying he burned her alive inside her house? And you let him?” Her hands tightened on her mug.

“Yes.” Jozsef’s jaw was set and anger slid through his expression.

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Science vs. Magic

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Rain is trying to understand why Jozsef (pronounced Yo-zheff) is really in her home and gets a lesson in symmetry.

“You’re going to have to explain this to me. I don’t really understand the whole curse thing. I didn’t know anything about the bone flute until yesterday afternoon when a lawyer brought it to the office as a piece of my inheritance from my grandmother.”

“You inherited it from your grandmother, but you know nothing about it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We weren’t close.” Rain shrugged. “My dad wanted nothing to do with his family. I never really knew my grandmother or the rest of his relatives.”

“How could you learn to hone your magic skills if you never knew your grandmother?” Then his expression cleared. “Ah, you learned it from your mother’s people.”

“What? No, no, I’m not a magic user of any kind.” She gave him an understanding smile. “I’m a paleontologist.”

His frown returned, with a heavy dose of confusion. “A ‘studier’ of…what?”

“Studier of ancient life.” Her smile widened. “I study fossil animals and their ancient environments to give me clues about environmental changes that may happen to our world in the future.”

“So you use ancient life magic to predict the future.” Jozsef nodded slowly.

“No, I don’t use magic at all. I use science. And I can’t predict the future, only make educated guesses about where the environmental patterns are leading based on what we’ve seen in the past.”

“What is science?”

“It’s the knowledge or study of the physical or material world through systematic observation and the collection of facts.”

He snorted. “Is that not the same as magic?”

“No, not at all. In science, we observe the interactions of things, note patterns or discrepancies, and find the truth based on systematic data collection over time.”

“How is this different from the practice of magic? Doesn’t a witch use the same sort practice and observation to understand how to control the magical forces that make up the patterns you’ve seen?”

“Magic isn’t real.” Rain set her coffee down before she spilled it. “It’s just the term we use for illusionists and charlatans on the Strip, or a plot point on a fantasy story. It doesn’t exist.”

“Like ghosts?” His lips curled and she snapped her mouth shut, her teeth clacking with the force.

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Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Guest of Ether

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Rain crept downstairs, looking for her ghostly visitor, and when she can't find him, thinks she's home-free. Or ghost-free as the case may be.

“Huh,” she grunted with cautious satisfaction. Maybe he’s gone. Maybe he hadn’t existed in the first place and I dreamed the whole thing.

Rain tiptoed down the stairs, listening and looking for any movement other than Rimshot. She opened the blinds and moved cautiously toward the other rooms, creeping through the archway to the family room and kitchen. No one sat on her futon couch or at the kitchen table, though the box rested on its surface where she’d left it. The man who’d frightened her the night before was nowhere to be seen. Sunshine flooded through the windows of the breakfast nook and the sliding glass door to the backyard, warming the space and settling her nerves.

Rain let her breath out in a sigh, suddenly realizing she’d held it. She snorted with contempt for herself and shook her head, striding quickly to the coffee maker to brew her favorite libation.

“Coffee,” she growled under her breath. “Must have coffee.”

She damn near dropped everything when she heard someone tapping on the glass of her closed backyard door. Turning around, her heart climbed up into her throat as she peered through the glass.

Jozsef stood there, his knuckles against the barrier. Damn, he was bigger than she remembered. She didn’t want to let him in, though a small part of her brain reminded her he was at least being polite. If he’s really a ghost, what’s a little sheet of glass gonna do to stop him coming in?

Rain hesitated, wondering if she could keep him out if she didn’t invite him in.

That’s vampires, stupid, and he’s already been in the house. Just let him in and see what he wants.

She walked to the door and flipped the locking mechanism, sliding the door open.

“So you’re really here.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“May I come in?”

At least he asked this time.

She let out a deep sigh. “Yes.”

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Snippet Sunday - Bronco's Rough Ride - Every Last Drop

Welcome to the Snippet Sunday on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Thank you so much for visiting. If you choose to comment today, I really appreciate it. The snippets are from my current release, Bronco's Rough Ride, a military romantic suspense set in Las Vegas. It's a prequel to The Navy's Ghost, set 10 years earlier. No paranormal critters in this one, though there's plenty of kick-ass adventure and hot sex. You can read last week's snippet HERE.

This is the last snippet from Bronco's Rough Ride I'll be posting. Next week I'll have something new for you. :) Lindsey managed to get John dressed and down to the club. He has the use of his body back, but he's unstable and appears drunk. They're almost home free until they run across one of Lindsey's acquaintances in the Club. The snippet is a bit longer than usual as a farewell. But you can get the whole book at the links near the blurb. We're in John's POV.

“Ms. Black, I see you’ve gotten a new boy toy to play with.”

John released Lindsey as they swung around to face an elegantly dressed woman in crimson seated at the bar. The other woman scanned John from head to toe with lascivious interest and he let his features go slack with exaggerated drunkenness. Something about her perusal soured his stomach.

“Yes, I found him here at the Club. I’m looking forward to seeing what all he can do.” Lindsey’s shoulders straightened and she ran a hand possessively over John’s chest. She wrapped her fist around his tie and tugged on him until he looked her in the eyes. “And you’re going to do everything I ask you, aren’t you, Mr. Smith?”

John swayed as he nodded dumbly. “Uh-huh. Yeah.”

“Good boy.” Lindsey turned her gaze back to the woman in red. “Where’s your toy, Lady Katy?”

The other woman shrugged with a negligent toss of her head. “Oh, it expired recently. I’m waiting for a new replacement.” Her gaze fixed on John and she licked her lips, her eyes full of avarice. “Do let me know how this one works out for you. I might want to take him for a spin if there’s anything left when you’re done.”

Lindsey’s laughed chilled John to the bone. “You know I don’t leave leftovers. I use every. Last. Drop.”

Sounds like time's up. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writing Warrior list and in the Snippet Sunday Facebook group. A few of my favorites are Charley Descoteaux, SJ Maylee, Gem Sivad, Goran Zidar, Veronica Scott, and Karla Doyle.

If you're interested in more from Bronco's Rough Ride, here's the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

It's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance eBooks. Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :)

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Facing the Consequences

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef made Rain understand he's a ghost and she bolted from him. Now it's the next morning and she's not sure if she dreamed the night before.

Rain woke with a start and held perfectly still, listening as hard as she could. Only her breath sawing in her chest and the blood rushing through her veins filled her hearing. She held her breath and listened some more, but nothing other than the usual house sounds met her ears.

That, and Rimshot’s scratching and yowling at her locked bedroom door.

She threw back the covers on her bed, but paused when she realized she still wore the clothes from the day before. She frowned, reviewing the memories from the day.

She remembered the lawyer who’d given her the box with the bone flute and the man who appeared in her cubicle afterwards. She’d thought him handsome in a primal way. Yeah, until he showed up in my kitchen. And pushed her up against her counter.

To hell with rape fantasies. Especially with a ghost. Come on. Ghost?

The memory of everything sailing through him returned.

Oh, my God. Cold dread hit her stomach. There’s a ghost in my house. She’d run for her room last night and hid inside. Smart. As if ghosts can’t come through doors. Idiot.

She was starving and her cat would break down the door if she didn’t get up. Thank God his litter box sat in the laundry room.

She approached the door cautiously and took a deep breath before she slowly unlocked it and pulled it open. Rimshot growled an impatient sound and pushed it wide enough to get his body through, heading for the bathroom and his food bowl without waiting for her sense of security to return.

“Good morning to you, too.”

She scanned her loft. The open room sat empty and still. She listened carefully for any sounds indicating someone moved around her house, but only silence met her ears. Part of her wanted to go downstairs and check to be sure all was empty, but she’d seen too many horror movies to do that yet.

“Shower first, investigation after I’m dressed and ready to face the consequences.”

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Snippet Sunday - Bronco's Rough Ride - Hauling SEAL

Welcome to the Snippet Sunday on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Thank you so much for visiting. If you choose to comment today, I really appreciate it. The snippets are from my current release, Bronco's Rough Ride, a military romantic suspense set in Las Vegas. It's a prequel to The Navy's Ghost, set 10 years earlier. No paranormal critters in this one, though there's plenty of kick-ass adventure and hot sex. You can read last week's snippet HERE.

Lindsey managed to get John dressed and onto her back, but 200 lbs of dead weight man is still difficult to move. We're in Lindsey's POV.

When his weight settled onto her back, she grunted and her knees protested, but none of her joints buckled. Score one for me. Despite the small victory, carrying John, even the few feet to the door of the room proved difficult. Lifting each limb became an exercise in stable placement. If she didn’t get the balance right, she’d end up flat on the floor with him holding her down.

Lindsey paused at the bedroom door and leaned against the jamb, catching her breath. Holy shit, how the hell am I going to make it across the whole suite?

“Man, you’re heavy, Bronco. Let me just catch my breath.”

“Take…your…time. Getting…stronger.”

“Good.”

Crawling to the door took every bit of strength she had and her slinky dress didn’t make the best man-hauling clothes. John gathered control with every passing minute and she had to get them out of here before the orderlies came back to administer another dose of the drug. The sense of urgency gave her the extra endurance to make it to the entryway.

 

Sounds like time's up. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writing Warrior list and in the Snippet Sunday Facebook group. A few of my favorites are Charley Descoteaux, SJ Maylee, Gem Sivad, Goran Zidar, Veronica Scott, and Karla Doyle.

If you're interested in more from Bronco's Rough Ride, here's the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

It's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance eBooks. Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :)

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Cast Not the First Stone or Salt Shaker

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef and Rain try to have a normal conversation where he suggests she's a witch with magical abilities. She asks him if he's talking about "double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble" sort of witches. This is in his POV.

“I don’t know.” Her turn of phrase seemed odd. “I’m not a magic user myself, but somehow the curse is linked to them. Your power is great. Greater than all the others I’ve seen.” He shook his head, trying not to remember the feeling of her hands on his leg. His cock jumped at the chance to remind him of the pleasure.

He fisted his hand and slammed it into his thigh to distract himself. Rain jumped and leaned back away from him even though the cupboards stood between them. She stared at him a moment longer, waiting to see if he did anything before she spoke.

“Are you saying I’m a witch?” Her voice sounded cautious.

Jozsef shrugged as his body calmed down. “I can only guess that is true since I’m here, speaking with you.”

“How does speaking with you me make me a witch?”

Now came the hard part. “Because I’m a ghost.”

“What?”

“I’m a ghost. A spirit, a shade. Choose your own word.”

She stared at him for a long time, her expression wary. Tension stiffened her body, but at least her tears had dried.

“You’re a ghost.”

“Yes.”

“Liar.” Her voice was flat, angry.

“What?”

“Liar. You lying, crazy sonofabitch! Get the fuck outta my house!” She hurled her words at him, her eyes blazing with her fury. “Get out. Get out. GET OUT.”

She picked up something on the counter behind her and flung it at him. The salt shaker flew through him, his body no longer solid with the distance between them. Another object sailed through him to clatter on the tile floor behind him.

It took Rain several seconds to realize none of the objects hit him. When her awareness understood, her fury melted into breathless confusion, and fear entered her gaze once more.

“You were solid. How can you be a ghost? Ghosts aren’t solid or real.”

“Oh, I assure you, my lady, ghosts are real.” Jozsef brandished a half-smile. “We don’t always wish to be seen or felt. Like when you’re throwing things at me. I’d rather not feel your missiles.”

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Snippet Sunday - Bronco's Rough Ride - Walking Luggage Cart

Welcome to the Snippet Sunday on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Thank you so much for visiting. If you choose to comment today, I really appreciate it. The snippets are from my current release, Bronco's Rough Ride, a military romantic suspense set in Las Vegas. It's a prequel to The Navy's Ghost, set 10 years earlier. No paranormal critters in this one, though there's plenty of kick-ass adventure and hot sex. You can read last week's snippet HERE.

Lindsey managed to get John dressed, but 200 lbs of dead weight man is still difficult to move and she has to be creative. Think outside the box. We're in Lindsey's POV.

She didn’t think she could do a fireman’s carry with him. He’s too big and heavy for that. And he didn’t have the strength or control for staggering beside her yet. She could drag him, but she’d never get him to his feet at the door.

Lindsey glanced down at his lovely golden eyes and swore he raised a curious eyebrow at her. How else could she move him? Too bad I don’t have a luggage cart. Luggage…lugging…

“Okay, this is going to be weird.” Lindsey turned her back to John and knelt on the floor. “I’m going to wear you to the door.”

“Mmmpf?” His question puffed into the hair at her nape.

“Yeah, like a cloak.” She draped his arms over her shoulders. “You ready?”

Looks like she's getting a new addition to her wardrobe. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writing Warrior list and in the Snippet Sunday Facebook group. A few of my favorites are Charley Descoteaux, SJ Maylee, Gem Sivad, Goran Zidar, Veronica Scott, and Karla Doyle.

If you're interested in more from Bronco's Rough Ride, here's the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

It's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance eBooks. Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :)

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Stepping Out of Bounds

Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef realizes he's screwed up any chances of getting Rain to release him from the curse laid on him by her ancestor. This is in his POV.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

The words whispered at the height of his throat were heavily laced with fear, but they’re impact impaled him stronger than any sword. Combined with the tears flooding down her cheeks, he realized he’d frightened her so badly she’d resorted to begging him for mercy. Him, a ghost, with no power in her mortal realm. Except her warmth pressed against his groin and the trembling shaking her body rattled his world.

Regret and disgust flared through him. He’d never been one to hit or harm a woman, except the one time he believed the Headman’s son, and he’d paid dearly for that stupidity. But now he threatened another woman, and another member of the Szép family.

Saints alive, would he never learn?

Unfortunately, now that he had her pressed against the cupboards, the glorious scent of her hair and the softness of her breasts created a new reaction. His body hardened between them and she gasped, freezing as if he stabbed her.

Stabbing her with that sword is a fine idea.

And how are you going to do that, jackass? You’re a ghost and she’s a flesh and blood woman of the family you wronged. You can’t even touch her.

Except he touched her now and his cock sensed her heat pressed along its hard length.

He gritted his teeth and tried to rein in both his temper and his body’s rampaging desires. He still held her wrists in his hands, but he backed his body far enough away so they no longer touched.

Her eyes stretched wide with fear and the tears coursed down her face, but she didn’t wail or sob. She held perfectly still and watched him like she would a feral animal. She’s not far wrong and it isn’t likely to convince her to lift the curse.

Sighing, he bowed his head, but he never took his eyes from her.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Anger still fired his blood but he pushed it back. “It has been a long time since I’ve met a witch of your strength and to find one from your family only makes me more impatient to be rid of my curse.”

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Snippet Sunday - Bronco's Rough Ride - Sharp Dressed Man, Kinda

Welcome to the Snippet Sunday on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Thank you so much for visiting. If you choose to comment today, I really appreciate it. The snippets are from my current release, Bronco's Rough Ride, a military romantic suspense set in Las Vegas. It's a prequel to The Navy's Ghost, set 10 years earlier. No paranormal critters in this one, though there's plenty of kick-ass adventure and hot sex. You can read last week's snippet HERE.

Lindsey is trying to get John dressed, but 200 lbs of dead weight man is harder to manipulate than she thought. We're in John's POV and he'd really like to help her, but he can't yet.

She tugged the shirt around his shoulders then paused, giving a short laugh. “This would be so much easier if you could help me. Okay, up you go.” She shoved him into a sitting position, grunting with her efforts. The world spun as his head sagged and her arms wrapped around him to keep him upright. Well, kinda upright. He swayed and tilted, and his own frustration echoed the low growl rumbling in her chest against his back.

“This is so wrong, it’s funny.” She laid her head on his shoulder and took a few breaths. “Okay, I think I have to roll you onto your belly, lift your other arm to get it in the sleeve, then roll you back. God help me when I have to get the jacket on you. Ready?”

What could he say? She sat behind him and he couldn’t turn his head.

“All right. Here we go.”

Have you ever tried to move someone who's dead asleep? Same idea here. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writing Warrior list and in the Snippet Sunday Facebook group. A few of my favorites are Charley Descoteaux, SJ Maylee, Gem Sivad, Goran Zidar, Veronica Scott, and Karla Doyle.

If you're interested in more from Bronco's Rough Ride, here's the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

It's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance eBooks. Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :)