Trista Ann Michaels's Blog, page 20
November 13, 2013
Their One and Only
Check out Their One and Only at Heroes and Heartbreakers.
http://www.heroesandheartbreakers.com/blogs/2013/11/keeping-it-all-in-the-family-twins-who-share
Excerpt
“Perfect. Now turn that way, toward my assistant, and smile for me.”
Kaycee Alcott turned toward Murphy and smiled softly. Murphy grinned back, almost making her giggle with the goofy-looking faces he kept shooting her way. This was her fifth photo shoot with Jean Claude, and she knew what he wanted as far as a smile.
As a top photographer in the modeling world, he photographed huge names, but for this project, he’d specifically asked for her, which made her all the more determined to do her best. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Jean Claude.
“Let me see a little more of that gorgeous thigh, Kaycee,” he said, and she used her hand to slide the split in the skirt further to the side. “Perfect.”
The camera kept clicking, the sound barely heard over Jean Claude’s orders about lighting and wind position. She was thankful for the fan as it blew a soft breeze in her face, cooling the flesh the lights warmed up. A photography studio could be as much as twenty degrees hotter than anywhere else because of all the equipment.
Jean Claude stopped and spread his arms wide, smiling from ear to ear. “Beautiful as always, Kaycee,” he purred in a soft French accent. “We’re all done.”
“Already?” she asked in surprise, then glanced down at the pink sundress she’d worn for the shoot. “I couldn’t by any chance sneak this out, could I?” She glanced at him through her lashes.
“I did not see a thing,” he said, fiddling with his camera. “She wore her coat when she left. How was I to know what was under it?”
Kaycee laughed and ran over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re a riot, Jean Claude. Thank you,” she added in a soft whisper.
He smiled, his green eyes crinkling at the corners and showing his advanced age. “You did an amazing job, as always. As far as I’m concerned, you deserve the dress.”
Giving him her best grin, she turned and headed to the dressing area to gather her things. It wasn’t unusual for models to take things from shoots. Some designers even expected it. At the makeup counter, she sat in the chair and reached for a moist cloth to clean her face. She’d sent her assistant home over an hour ago, since the shoot had taken place so late. No sense in both of them being bleary-eyed for the runway rehearsal tomorrow morning.
With a tired sigh, Kaycee wiped away the mascara and dark lipstick, then brushed out her dark brown curls, securing them on top of her head with a scrunchie. Now that the shoot was over, fatigue began to sink in. Her bed was what she needed. That and about fifteen hours of uninterrupted sleep.
She’d never thought about being a model until an agent from Sloan Modeling approached her at a coffee shop just off the NYU campus. She’d been nineteen and skeptical.
At first, the shoots had been a way to pay for her college tuition, but then assignments began to come in so fast, she hadn’t been able to keep up with her classes and had to drop out her senior year. She had enough money invested now, she could quit modeling and go back to school if she wanted. The only problem was, she didn’t know what she wanted to do anymore.
“No doubt about it,” she murmured, giving herself one final look in the mirror to make sure she’d gotten all the makeup. “I’m definitely in a funk.”
Standing, she slid her arms into her coat and prepared to go out into the cold parking garage. Her fingers brushed over her scarf, and a sad smile tugged at her lips. The scarf had been her father’s -- the only thing she had left of him -- and she never went anywhere cold without it.
With a tired sigh, she wrapped the scarf round her neck. There’s no point in thinking about the past and what should have been. She was on her own now, except for her best friend and assistant, and she needed to accept it.
She grabbed her overnight bag, stuffed with her clothes from earlier, her makeup, and her hair rollers, and headed out of the studio. “Good night, guys,” she called as she walked past Jean Claude and his assistants.
“Do you want me to walk out with you?” Jean Claude asked.
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine.”
“All right,” he said and waved. “Good night, then. I’ll send you a set of the proofs.”
“Thanks, Jean Claude,” she replied with a smile. “You’re the best.”
“Of course, I am,” he teased. “That’s why I get the best girls.”
He winked and she laughed as she pushed the door open with her hip. A cold blast of air hit her as she walked across the parking lot toward her car, a sunburnt orange Chevy HHR. She’d tried to be smart about her money, investing most of it for when modeling was no longer an option. She didn’t need the flashy car or the huge house. Security was more her thing -- financial security for her future.
The cold night sky was clear, the stars sparkling above her like twinkling lights. Stopping at her car, she took a moment to breathe in the fresh winter air and admire the horizon.
A sharp pain in her thigh made her gasp, and she turned to see a man looming over her. Fear tightened her chest as he held up a needle, his eyes shining in triumphant glee. She raised her hand to shove him away, but her limbs felt heavy and her hand tangled in the wool of her scarf. In confusion, she tugged, making it fall to the concrete.
Her heart should have been hammering, but it seemed to slow, along with her thoughts. Fatigue deepened as the warmth of the drug spread through her body. No. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let him do this.
Taking a step forward, she latched on to his black coat as her legs wobbled beneath her. He just stood there, watching her with dark eyes full of hatred and loathing. Why would he hate her? She squinted, narrowing her gaze on the wool covering his face. She tried to lift her other hand as her vision blurred even more. Time moved in slow motion as her body took on the consistency of concrete, unmovable and cold. Her heavy lids closed and she fell into a deep darkness, too numb to even be afraid.
He watched as Kaycee slowly slid to the ground, her fingers still clutching at his jacket. He’d waited months for this opportunity. She was a hard person to catch alone.
His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined all the things he’d do to her. All the other women had just been for fun, honing his skills, curbing his hunger until he caught his one true target.
Kaycee Alcott would pay for turning her back on him, for leading him on, then running like a scared rabbit the first time he tried to kiss her. His lip curled. He’d kiss her this time and a hell of a lot more.
* * * * *
“I’m glad the two of you could make it.”
Sam and Tyler Warren both turned to Agent Barreck as he stepped into the small room and dropped a scarf on the table. Barreck had called them at four this morning, wanting their psychic input on a missing person’s case. Sam and his identical twin, Tyler, had worked for the FBI as registered psychics for almost twenty years now, since they were twelve, and were responsible for solving over two hundred missing person’s cases. According to Barreck, however, this was more than just a missing person. He believed this woman had been taken by their most elusive serial killer. A man they’d dubbed “the phantom”.
Tyler and Sam had spent most of the last several months working a profile for this case. The phantom could get in, get a woman, and get out without being seen by anyone. He left no clues, no evidence. Even the bodies he’d left behind all over the eastern United States had been clean. He could pick a girl up in Myrtle Beach, and they would find her dead body in Kentucky. There was no pattern, no reason. The only thing the murders had in common were the girls’ looks.
They were stumped, but Barreck believed they may have caught a break. The kidnapper had left behind a scarf.
“How do you know it’s him?” Tyler asked as he turned to study a haggard-looking Barreck.
Barreck sighed and dropped into one of the leather conference chairs. “I don’t. Truthfully, I’m just guessing. That’s why I wanted you to take a look” -- he waved his hand -- “or whatever it is you do and see if it’s his.”
“Who reported her missing?” Sam asked.
“Her assistant.” Barreck flipped through the file. “A Jordan Smith, when Kaycee didn’t show up for runway rehearsal this morning. The photographer found her car right where she’d left it the night before.”
“She’s a model?” Tyler asked.
“Yes. Quite popular, from what I understand.”
He pulled a photo from the file and passed it to Tyler. His gaze wandered over her china doll features and expressive emerald green eyes. She was definitely a beauty. Raising his eyebrow, he passed the photo to his brother, who whistled softly.
“She certainly fits the image of the others he’s taken. But isn’t she a little too high profile for him?” Sam asked with a frown.
“She could be who he’s been after all along,” Tyler offered with a shrug, then stood to pour himself more coffee from the pot at the far side of the room.
“Well,” Barreck said with a sigh. “You’ve always thought he had a particular girl in mind.”
“They were too much alike. They either look like someone from his past or someone he wants.”
Sam nodded and handed Tyler his cup to fill as well. “My guess would be it’s someone he wants. He’s strayed from the norm by taking someone as high profile as Kaycee.”
“I agree,” Tyler said.
Barreck leaned forward and wiggled the scarf still lying on the table. “We don’t have a lot of time, guys. See if you can link up” -- he waved his hand again -- “or whatever it is you do to connect with the killer.”
Sam snorted, then reached out to finger the wool. “High dollar,” he murmured as he studied the worn scarf. “And old. Worn.”
Tyler sat back down slowly, hesitant to touch it and actually see into the killer’s mind. They’d connected with victims many times but with a serial killer only once, and the experience had left Tyler with a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t like what he’d seen, what he’d felt -- the darker side of human nature. Insanity was frightening, but even more frightening was just how coldly calculating the killer had been -- how cruel and angry.
Rubbing at his lips, Tyler sighed then met his brother’s questioning gaze. He was sure Sam knew what fears held him in their grip. The two of them were like one person. They felt each other’s fears, each other’s conflicts. They even fell in love with the same women. If one loved a woman, then so did the other. It made dating difficult and the idea of marriage even more so.
“Tyler,” Sam said softly. “You don’t have to do this.”
“No,” Tyler replied, shaking his head. “We need to so we can find her.”
Sam nodded and waited patiently for Tyler to touch the scarf as well. The link only worked if they were both touching it, but Tyler’s connection went deeper than Sam’s. Sam saw through the victims’ eyes. Tyler could, as well, but he also felt what they felt. If they hurt, then so did Tyler.
Reaching out, Tyler placed his hand on the wool, bracing himself. But what he sensed surprised him. It wasn’t anger. It was confusion. Fear.
“It’s not his,” Tyler whispered.
“What do you mean?” Barreck asked. “What are you seeing?”
Tyler closed his eyes, trying to focus. He felt sleepy and disoriented. She’d been drugged and was having difficulty waking up. “It’s hers and she’s still alive.”
http://www.heroesandheartbreakers.com/blogs/2013/11/keeping-it-all-in-the-family-twins-who-share
Excerpt
“Perfect. Now turn that way, toward my assistant, and smile for me.”
Kaycee Alcott turned toward Murphy and smiled softly. Murphy grinned back, almost making her giggle with the goofy-looking faces he kept shooting her way. This was her fifth photo shoot with Jean Claude, and she knew what he wanted as far as a smile.
As a top photographer in the modeling world, he photographed huge names, but for this project, he’d specifically asked for her, which made her all the more determined to do her best. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint Jean Claude.
“Let me see a little more of that gorgeous thigh, Kaycee,” he said, and she used her hand to slide the split in the skirt further to the side. “Perfect.”
The camera kept clicking, the sound barely heard over Jean Claude’s orders about lighting and wind position. She was thankful for the fan as it blew a soft breeze in her face, cooling the flesh the lights warmed up. A photography studio could be as much as twenty degrees hotter than anywhere else because of all the equipment.
Jean Claude stopped and spread his arms wide, smiling from ear to ear. “Beautiful as always, Kaycee,” he purred in a soft French accent. “We’re all done.”
“Already?” she asked in surprise, then glanced down at the pink sundress she’d worn for the shoot. “I couldn’t by any chance sneak this out, could I?” She glanced at him through her lashes.
“I did not see a thing,” he said, fiddling with his camera. “She wore her coat when she left. How was I to know what was under it?”
Kaycee laughed and ran over to place a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re a riot, Jean Claude. Thank you,” she added in a soft whisper.
He smiled, his green eyes crinkling at the corners and showing his advanced age. “You did an amazing job, as always. As far as I’m concerned, you deserve the dress.”
Giving him her best grin, she turned and headed to the dressing area to gather her things. It wasn’t unusual for models to take things from shoots. Some designers even expected it. At the makeup counter, she sat in the chair and reached for a moist cloth to clean her face. She’d sent her assistant home over an hour ago, since the shoot had taken place so late. No sense in both of them being bleary-eyed for the runway rehearsal tomorrow morning.
With a tired sigh, Kaycee wiped away the mascara and dark lipstick, then brushed out her dark brown curls, securing them on top of her head with a scrunchie. Now that the shoot was over, fatigue began to sink in. Her bed was what she needed. That and about fifteen hours of uninterrupted sleep.
She’d never thought about being a model until an agent from Sloan Modeling approached her at a coffee shop just off the NYU campus. She’d been nineteen and skeptical.
At first, the shoots had been a way to pay for her college tuition, but then assignments began to come in so fast, she hadn’t been able to keep up with her classes and had to drop out her senior year. She had enough money invested now, she could quit modeling and go back to school if she wanted. The only problem was, she didn’t know what she wanted to do anymore.
“No doubt about it,” she murmured, giving herself one final look in the mirror to make sure she’d gotten all the makeup. “I’m definitely in a funk.”
Standing, she slid her arms into her coat and prepared to go out into the cold parking garage. Her fingers brushed over her scarf, and a sad smile tugged at her lips. The scarf had been her father’s -- the only thing she had left of him -- and she never went anywhere cold without it.
With a tired sigh, she wrapped the scarf round her neck. There’s no point in thinking about the past and what should have been. She was on her own now, except for her best friend and assistant, and she needed to accept it.
She grabbed her overnight bag, stuffed with her clothes from earlier, her makeup, and her hair rollers, and headed out of the studio. “Good night, guys,” she called as she walked past Jean Claude and his assistants.
“Do you want me to walk out with you?” Jean Claude asked.
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine.”
“All right,” he said and waved. “Good night, then. I’ll send you a set of the proofs.”
“Thanks, Jean Claude,” she replied with a smile. “You’re the best.”
“Of course, I am,” he teased. “That’s why I get the best girls.”
He winked and she laughed as she pushed the door open with her hip. A cold blast of air hit her as she walked across the parking lot toward her car, a sunburnt orange Chevy HHR. She’d tried to be smart about her money, investing most of it for when modeling was no longer an option. She didn’t need the flashy car or the huge house. Security was more her thing -- financial security for her future.
The cold night sky was clear, the stars sparkling above her like twinkling lights. Stopping at her car, she took a moment to breathe in the fresh winter air and admire the horizon.
A sharp pain in her thigh made her gasp, and she turned to see a man looming over her. Fear tightened her chest as he held up a needle, his eyes shining in triumphant glee. She raised her hand to shove him away, but her limbs felt heavy and her hand tangled in the wool of her scarf. In confusion, she tugged, making it fall to the concrete.
Her heart should have been hammering, but it seemed to slow, along with her thoughts. Fatigue deepened as the warmth of the drug spread through her body. No. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let him do this.
Taking a step forward, she latched on to his black coat as her legs wobbled beneath her. He just stood there, watching her with dark eyes full of hatred and loathing. Why would he hate her? She squinted, narrowing her gaze on the wool covering his face. She tried to lift her other hand as her vision blurred even more. Time moved in slow motion as her body took on the consistency of concrete, unmovable and cold. Her heavy lids closed and she fell into a deep darkness, too numb to even be afraid.
He watched as Kaycee slowly slid to the ground, her fingers still clutching at his jacket. He’d waited months for this opportunity. She was a hard person to catch alone.
His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined all the things he’d do to her. All the other women had just been for fun, honing his skills, curbing his hunger until he caught his one true target.
Kaycee Alcott would pay for turning her back on him, for leading him on, then running like a scared rabbit the first time he tried to kiss her. His lip curled. He’d kiss her this time and a hell of a lot more.
* * * * *
“I’m glad the two of you could make it.”
Sam and Tyler Warren both turned to Agent Barreck as he stepped into the small room and dropped a scarf on the table. Barreck had called them at four this morning, wanting their psychic input on a missing person’s case. Sam and his identical twin, Tyler, had worked for the FBI as registered psychics for almost twenty years now, since they were twelve, and were responsible for solving over two hundred missing person’s cases. According to Barreck, however, this was more than just a missing person. He believed this woman had been taken by their most elusive serial killer. A man they’d dubbed “the phantom”.
Tyler and Sam had spent most of the last several months working a profile for this case. The phantom could get in, get a woman, and get out without being seen by anyone. He left no clues, no evidence. Even the bodies he’d left behind all over the eastern United States had been clean. He could pick a girl up in Myrtle Beach, and they would find her dead body in Kentucky. There was no pattern, no reason. The only thing the murders had in common were the girls’ looks.
They were stumped, but Barreck believed they may have caught a break. The kidnapper had left behind a scarf.
“How do you know it’s him?” Tyler asked as he turned to study a haggard-looking Barreck.
Barreck sighed and dropped into one of the leather conference chairs. “I don’t. Truthfully, I’m just guessing. That’s why I wanted you to take a look” -- he waved his hand -- “or whatever it is you do and see if it’s his.”
“Who reported her missing?” Sam asked.
“Her assistant.” Barreck flipped through the file. “A Jordan Smith, when Kaycee didn’t show up for runway rehearsal this morning. The photographer found her car right where she’d left it the night before.”
“She’s a model?” Tyler asked.
“Yes. Quite popular, from what I understand.”
He pulled a photo from the file and passed it to Tyler. His gaze wandered over her china doll features and expressive emerald green eyes. She was definitely a beauty. Raising his eyebrow, he passed the photo to his brother, who whistled softly.
“She certainly fits the image of the others he’s taken. But isn’t she a little too high profile for him?” Sam asked with a frown.
“She could be who he’s been after all along,” Tyler offered with a shrug, then stood to pour himself more coffee from the pot at the far side of the room.
“Well,” Barreck said with a sigh. “You’ve always thought he had a particular girl in mind.”
“They were too much alike. They either look like someone from his past or someone he wants.”
Sam nodded and handed Tyler his cup to fill as well. “My guess would be it’s someone he wants. He’s strayed from the norm by taking someone as high profile as Kaycee.”
“I agree,” Tyler said.
Barreck leaned forward and wiggled the scarf still lying on the table. “We don’t have a lot of time, guys. See if you can link up” -- he waved his hand again -- “or whatever it is you do to connect with the killer.”
Sam snorted, then reached out to finger the wool. “High dollar,” he murmured as he studied the worn scarf. “And old. Worn.”
Tyler sat back down slowly, hesitant to touch it and actually see into the killer’s mind. They’d connected with victims many times but with a serial killer only once, and the experience had left Tyler with a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t like what he’d seen, what he’d felt -- the darker side of human nature. Insanity was frightening, but even more frightening was just how coldly calculating the killer had been -- how cruel and angry.
Rubbing at his lips, Tyler sighed then met his brother’s questioning gaze. He was sure Sam knew what fears held him in their grip. The two of them were like one person. They felt each other’s fears, each other’s conflicts. They even fell in love with the same women. If one loved a woman, then so did the other. It made dating difficult and the idea of marriage even more so.
“Tyler,” Sam said softly. “You don’t have to do this.”
“No,” Tyler replied, shaking his head. “We need to so we can find her.”
Sam nodded and waited patiently for Tyler to touch the scarf as well. The link only worked if they were both touching it, but Tyler’s connection went deeper than Sam’s. Sam saw through the victims’ eyes. Tyler could, as well, but he also felt what they felt. If they hurt, then so did Tyler.
Reaching out, Tyler placed his hand on the wool, bracing himself. But what he sensed surprised him. It wasn’t anger. It was confusion. Fear.
“It’s not his,” Tyler whispered.
“What do you mean?” Barreck asked. “What are you seeing?”
Tyler closed his eyes, trying to focus. He felt sleepy and disoriented. She’d been drugged and was having difficulty waking up. “It’s hers and she’s still alive.”
November 12, 2013
Great review for Captive...
Captive by Trista Ann Michaels
☆☆☆☆☆Favorite Quotes
“’You’re mine now Mikayla,’ he whispered. … ‘You’re mine to do with as I want.’”
“He narrowed his eyes. ‘You are a stubborn woman.’
‘Well, now that that’s settled.’ She pointed toward the door. ‘There’s the door. Don’t let it hit you on the ass as you leave.’”
Heat Rating: Nuclear
Genre: Erotica, Science Fiction
Series: Part of a Series—Entwined Fates Series
Kink Level: Mild
Lina Says:
Ahh, capture fantasy at its finest. I think we all know how I feel about capture fantasy…when it’s done right, that is. Hint: I’d rather read a great capture fantasy story than eat chocolate. *cue gasps and shocked murmurs* This one definitely hit the nail on the head (I could go without chocolate if I have more books like this). There was lots of super fun banter, a feisty heroine, an alpha hero well versed in seduction–caring and generous, yet unyielding and demanding obedience–and seriously hot D/s sex. The story had some action as well, so all around there was a little bit of everything. I highly recommend this for anyone who enjoys capture fantasy, science fiction, and dubious consent.
☆☆☆☆☆Favorite Quotes
“’You’re mine now Mikayla,’ he whispered. … ‘You’re mine to do with as I want.’”
“He narrowed his eyes. ‘You are a stubborn woman.’
‘Well, now that that’s settled.’ She pointed toward the door. ‘There’s the door. Don’t let it hit you on the ass as you leave.’”
Heat Rating: Nuclear
Genre: Erotica, Science Fiction
Series: Part of a Series—Entwined Fates Series
Kink Level: Mild
Lina Says:
Ahh, capture fantasy at its finest. I think we all know how I feel about capture fantasy…when it’s done right, that is. Hint: I’d rather read a great capture fantasy story than eat chocolate. *cue gasps and shocked murmurs* This one definitely hit the nail on the head (I could go without chocolate if I have more books like this). There was lots of super fun banter, a feisty heroine, an alpha hero well versed in seduction–caring and generous, yet unyielding and demanding obedience–and seriously hot D/s sex. The story had some action as well, so all around there was a little bit of everything. I highly recommend this for anyone who enjoys capture fantasy, science fiction, and dubious consent.
November 10, 2013
Destined for Two...review
Great review for Destined for Two from You Gotta Read Reviews.
Rhia is a lucky woman. While she is, technically, an orphan who was raised by a stranger, her adopted brother has taken good care of her and keeps her safe and content. Until two strangers walk into his bar and carry her out kicking and screaming.
Keenas and Jorel have almost given up hope of finding their lost bride. It doesn’t help that they have not seen her since she was six months old. But a new lead has taken them to the other side of the galaxy to a dead planet full of outlaws. And standing like a queen right in the middle of a slave bar is the lost princess. The knowledge that they have finally found her overpowers every other thought, and they take what they have been denied for too many years. Rhianna. Their wife. Their queen.
Destined for Two is an intriguing story about a lost princess and two sexy kings. There are lots of titillating sex scenes, the characters are drool-worthy, and the story itself is a page turner. The setting is very interesting with alien planets and barbarian races, but the people seem quite “human”. While the story is about a ménage marriage, it seems quite normal for the setting. Overall, it is a highly entertaining read that is hard to put down.
Rhia is a lucky woman. While she is, technically, an orphan who was raised by a stranger, her adopted brother has taken good care of her and keeps her safe and content. Until two strangers walk into his bar and carry her out kicking and screaming.
Keenas and Jorel have almost given up hope of finding their lost bride. It doesn’t help that they have not seen her since she was six months old. But a new lead has taken them to the other side of the galaxy to a dead planet full of outlaws. And standing like a queen right in the middle of a slave bar is the lost princess. The knowledge that they have finally found her overpowers every other thought, and they take what they have been denied for too many years. Rhianna. Their wife. Their queen.
Destined for Two is an intriguing story about a lost princess and two sexy kings. There are lots of titillating sex scenes, the characters are drool-worthy, and the story itself is a page turner. The setting is very interesting with alien planets and barbarian races, but the people seem quite “human”. While the story is about a ménage marriage, it seems quite normal for the setting. Overall, it is a highly entertaining read that is hard to put down.
November 9, 2013
Captive review...
A great review for Entwined Fates: Captive from You Gotta Read Reviews.
Mikayla is just trying to make ends meet when the unthinkable happens. Earth is being invaded by aliens. As she flees to her mom’s house in Florida, she is abducted and taken to a floating city orbiting the earth. Not knowing what to expect, she is surprised to be forced to work in a bar, serving drinks and cleaning. It is work, and she is a slave, but it could be worse. She could be used for more carnal things or claimed by the Captain who is sexy as sin but mean as the devil.
Sidious is a spy for the rebellion, but he can’t tell Mikayla that. It would endanger both of their lives. But he is falling in love with her, and he can’t stand to have her look at him with hatred and treat him like the enemy. He wants her, and he will have her. Willing or not.
Captive is a sci-fi romance with erotic moments and tender exchanges. As the earth is invaded, so is Mikayla’s heart. The story takes some twists and turns, has vivid alien scenery and has likable characters…and some you can hate. The ending has a bit of a cliffhanger, so I’m chomping at the bit to get the next installment loaded into my tablet. The story is well written and hard to put down. A very entertaining escape.
Mikayla is just trying to make ends meet when the unthinkable happens. Earth is being invaded by aliens. As she flees to her mom’s house in Florida, she is abducted and taken to a floating city orbiting the earth. Not knowing what to expect, she is surprised to be forced to work in a bar, serving drinks and cleaning. It is work, and she is a slave, but it could be worse. She could be used for more carnal things or claimed by the Captain who is sexy as sin but mean as the devil.
Sidious is a spy for the rebellion, but he can’t tell Mikayla that. It would endanger both of their lives. But he is falling in love with her, and he can’t stand to have her look at him with hatred and treat him like the enemy. He wants her, and he will have her. Willing or not.
Captive is a sci-fi romance with erotic moments and tender exchanges. As the earth is invaded, so is Mikayla’s heart. The story takes some twists and turns, has vivid alien scenery and has likable characters…and some you can hate. The ending has a bit of a cliffhanger, so I’m chomping at the bit to get the next installment loaded into my tablet. The story is well written and hard to put down. A very entertaining escape.
November 1, 2013
October 25, 2013
Topping the Domme...
Will be out in November!!
NCIS agents, Karina and Brayden, one homicide, the other narcotics, must go undercover to catch a serial killer who’s left a trail of submissive bodies throughout Atlanta. They’re disguised as a young couple in love and... exploring their interest in BDSM. The only catch is they’re both Doms.
Karina isn’t real happy with her new role as a submissive, but the hunky Brayden knows just what to do to turn her normally dominant personality into a mewling submissive one. Her sassy nature thrills Brayden and simultaneously attracts the serial killer.
When Karina’s taken captive, Brayden must use every asset at his disposal to find her, including the physic ability of FBI agent and Dom, Master Nathan Delacroix. As Brayden sees the pain Karina is in through the connection Nathan has with her, he realizes just how much the stubborn Domme has come to mean to him. The question is can he get to her in time.
NCIS agents, Karina and Brayden, one homicide, the other narcotics, must go undercover to catch a serial killer who’s left a trail of submissive bodies throughout Atlanta. They’re disguised as a young couple in love and... exploring their interest in BDSM. The only catch is they’re both Doms.
Karina isn’t real happy with her new role as a submissive, but the hunky Brayden knows just what to do to turn her normally dominant personality into a mewling submissive one. Her sassy nature thrills Brayden and simultaneously attracts the serial killer.
When Karina’s taken captive, Brayden must use every asset at his disposal to find her, including the physic ability of FBI agent and Dom, Master Nathan Delacroix. As Brayden sees the pain Karina is in through the connection Nathan has with her, he realizes just how much the stubborn Domme has come to mean to him. The question is can he get to her in time.
October 13, 2013
Is Amazon censoring again?
I know there's a lot of people who think this is okay because it's child pornography or rape or whatever, but here's the issue. One of the most popular shows right now on television is based on a series of books that contain incest, rape, sex of a 30 year old man and a 14 year old girl, and lord knows what else. It's called Game of Thrones. You don't hear anyone complaining about these books, yet they have everything in them that are in the others. If you ban one, you need to ban them all or none of them. Authors have been using shock and awe to sell books for a while--warning labels, risky titles and covers, whatever they can to get noticed because let's face it, it's tough out there now. Sales are falling across the board due to a massive influx of titles and the economy. And as much as some hate to admit it, there are ALOT of readers out there that like the edgy, darker erotica. If you don't believe that look at the sales ranking for The Dark Duet. This kind of thing tends to have a snowball effect. They start with stories about underage girls or incest, then it goes to BDSM, then manage stories, then gay stories. Everything out there offends someone. Even the sweet, Christian romances offend some people. There is nothing that doesn't offend someone. So who makes the judgment call? Who draws the line? Someone who has a strong stomach and isn't easily offended or the opposite? If you let them get away with this, then this is only the beginning.Check out the link and see what you think...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-24491723
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-24491723
October 7, 2013
Social Prey...excerpt
Social Prey excerpt, available on Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Social-Prey-ebook/dp/B00BU81ADM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380973235&sr=1-1&keywords=social+prey+by+trista+ann+michaels
The anger left Scott’s face so fast he appeared to almost go pale. “What do you mean ‘because of me’?”
Kiley sighed and stepped back away from the chair, putting some distance between her and Scott. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes, you did,” Scott countered.
He was right. She did. Now, how did she take it back?
Her iPad beeped and for a brief second she was thankful for the interruption—at least until she saw it was her brother calling.
Scott picked up the iPad and opened the Skype program. “Hey, land safely?”
“Yeah.” There was a brief pause. “I thought I called Kiley’s Skype address.”
“You did. I’m at Kiley’s.”
“Oh. We landed safely and we’re setting up at the safe house now. We plan to head straight to the prison in about an hour or so to check things out. How are things there?”
Kiley shook her head, silently begging him not to say anything. Unfortunately, Scott didn’t pay her any attention.
“Did you know the C.I.A. is courting your sister?”
“What?” Her brother asked in surprise, and Kiley sighed. “Where’s Kiley?”
Scott turned the iPad to face Kiley. She sent him a scathing look before glancing at her brother on the screen. “Hey, Keith.”
“You gonna explain?” he asked. Keith never beat around the bush.
Kiley lifted one hand, then slapped at her thigh in agitation. “It’s nothing. I just met with him at lunch. I’m not taking the job. I just wanted to hear what he had to offer.” She glared at Scott. “Your pal here is just making a big deal out of it.”
“I know he can’t match what you’re making now money wise. What’s going on, Kiley? Why would you even consider it?”
“Can we talk about this when you get home?” She sent her brother a pleading look she hoped he understood. “Please?”
Keith nodded. “Yeah, okay. Scott, turn me back around.”
Scott turned the pad so it faced him. “How do things look over there?” he asked.
“John’s contact is going to get me into the prison so I can see her. I’m going in as an attorney. I just hope they don’t look too closely at the forged credentials, or my discomfort in a suit.”
Scott’s lips twitched. “You in a tie? Man, I miss all the good stuff.”
“I just hope I pass for a new, first day on the job Turkish lawyer. Half American on my mother’s side. Kiley, do you have any messages for me to take to her?”
Kiley walked over and stood next to Scott. She could feel his heat, feel his dominating presence, even smell his woodsy, masculine scent. God, she really needed to put some distance between them, and soon, before she completely gave in to the lust she felt for him.
“Just tell her I’m thinking about her. She’s going to recognize you, you know.”
“I know, but I’m hoping she’s smart enough not to say anything.”
She studied her brother’s lined brow and the bags beneath his eyes. Being back in Turkey was affecting him more than he would admit.
“How are you?” she asked. “You look tired.”
“I tried to get some sleep on the plane, but we had so much crap to go over, I didn’t get much.”
Kiley nodded. “Make sure you get some. It’s not good to go into a situation like this if you’re tired.”
“I will. And will the two of you please stop fighting?”
Kiley’s eyes widened. “We’re not fighting,” they both replied at the same time.
Keith snorted. “The two of you have been bickering non-stop for weeks.” He eyed them suspiciously before turning a firm gaze to Scott. “Lay off her about the C.I.A., Scott.”
“Fine,” Scott growled, then hit the end button, cutting off the connection.
“Hey,” she snapped. “I wasn’t finished talking to him.”
“And I’m not finished talking to you.”
Kiley grabbed the iPad and headed into her office. “Keith said to lay off me about that.”
“That’s not what I want to talk to you about.”
She set the pad on her desk, but didn’t dare look up at him. He would want to know what she meant by her comment. How was she going to get out of this? What was she going to say?
“What have I done to make you want to leave?”
The softness of his voice caught her off guard. She jerked her head up and realized her mistake instantly. She found herself held captive by his insistent, sexy, and completely irresistible stare. For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak.
“Well?” he asked as he leaned his palms on the desk.
“I just…We’ve been arguing a lot lately. The tension is…”
“Tension?” he asked, staring at her intently.
She glanced down at the desk and began to tug at the corner of a file. “Maybe tension isn’t the right word.”
“What is the right word?”
Love. Lust. Passion. All of it unrequited.
“Are you really not taking the job or did you just tell Keith that?”
She looked up at him. “Why does it matter?”
He shrugged. “The office wouldn’t be the same without you. Who would I get to do my ground work?”
Kiley rolled her eyes. Ground work. Of course.
“Kiley,” Scott said.
Kiley shifted her gaze back to his.
He watched her for a few seconds. Neither said anything. It was as though he was waiting for her to say something…do something. She knew she was waiting—waiting for him to say he loved her, that he wanted her, that he couldn’t see his life without her.
He didn’t say any of those things, and Kiley’s heart sank. “I have a headache. Do you mind leaving so I can get some sleep?”
After a moment of silence, Scott nodded. “I’ll see you at the office.”
He turned to leave, and Kiley felt the sting of tears as they burned the backs of her eyes.
Please, whatever you do don’t turn around and see me cry.
He didn’t, and Kiley wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed
http://www.amazon.com/Social-Prey-ebook/dp/B00BU81ADM/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380973235&sr=1-1&keywords=social+prey+by+trista+ann+michaels
The anger left Scott’s face so fast he appeared to almost go pale. “What do you mean ‘because of me’?”
Kiley sighed and stepped back away from the chair, putting some distance between her and Scott. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes, you did,” Scott countered.
He was right. She did. Now, how did she take it back?
Her iPad beeped and for a brief second she was thankful for the interruption—at least until she saw it was her brother calling.
Scott picked up the iPad and opened the Skype program. “Hey, land safely?”
“Yeah.” There was a brief pause. “I thought I called Kiley’s Skype address.”
“You did. I’m at Kiley’s.”
“Oh. We landed safely and we’re setting up at the safe house now. We plan to head straight to the prison in about an hour or so to check things out. How are things there?”
Kiley shook her head, silently begging him not to say anything. Unfortunately, Scott didn’t pay her any attention.
“Did you know the C.I.A. is courting your sister?”
“What?” Her brother asked in surprise, and Kiley sighed. “Where’s Kiley?”
Scott turned the iPad to face Kiley. She sent him a scathing look before glancing at her brother on the screen. “Hey, Keith.”
“You gonna explain?” he asked. Keith never beat around the bush.
Kiley lifted one hand, then slapped at her thigh in agitation. “It’s nothing. I just met with him at lunch. I’m not taking the job. I just wanted to hear what he had to offer.” She glared at Scott. “Your pal here is just making a big deal out of it.”
“I know he can’t match what you’re making now money wise. What’s going on, Kiley? Why would you even consider it?”
“Can we talk about this when you get home?” She sent her brother a pleading look she hoped he understood. “Please?”
Keith nodded. “Yeah, okay. Scott, turn me back around.”
Scott turned the pad so it faced him. “How do things look over there?” he asked.
“John’s contact is going to get me into the prison so I can see her. I’m going in as an attorney. I just hope they don’t look too closely at the forged credentials, or my discomfort in a suit.”
Scott’s lips twitched. “You in a tie? Man, I miss all the good stuff.”
“I just hope I pass for a new, first day on the job Turkish lawyer. Half American on my mother’s side. Kiley, do you have any messages for me to take to her?”
Kiley walked over and stood next to Scott. She could feel his heat, feel his dominating presence, even smell his woodsy, masculine scent. God, she really needed to put some distance between them, and soon, before she completely gave in to the lust she felt for him.
“Just tell her I’m thinking about her. She’s going to recognize you, you know.”
“I know, but I’m hoping she’s smart enough not to say anything.”
She studied her brother’s lined brow and the bags beneath his eyes. Being back in Turkey was affecting him more than he would admit.
“How are you?” she asked. “You look tired.”
“I tried to get some sleep on the plane, but we had so much crap to go over, I didn’t get much.”
Kiley nodded. “Make sure you get some. It’s not good to go into a situation like this if you’re tired.”
“I will. And will the two of you please stop fighting?”
Kiley’s eyes widened. “We’re not fighting,” they both replied at the same time.
Keith snorted. “The two of you have been bickering non-stop for weeks.” He eyed them suspiciously before turning a firm gaze to Scott. “Lay off her about the C.I.A., Scott.”
“Fine,” Scott growled, then hit the end button, cutting off the connection.
“Hey,” she snapped. “I wasn’t finished talking to him.”
“And I’m not finished talking to you.”
Kiley grabbed the iPad and headed into her office. “Keith said to lay off me about that.”
“That’s not what I want to talk to you about.”
She set the pad on her desk, but didn’t dare look up at him. He would want to know what she meant by her comment. How was she going to get out of this? What was she going to say?
“What have I done to make you want to leave?”
The softness of his voice caught her off guard. She jerked her head up and realized her mistake instantly. She found herself held captive by his insistent, sexy, and completely irresistible stare. For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak.
“Well?” he asked as he leaned his palms on the desk.
“I just…We’ve been arguing a lot lately. The tension is…”
“Tension?” he asked, staring at her intently.
She glanced down at the desk and began to tug at the corner of a file. “Maybe tension isn’t the right word.”
“What is the right word?”
Love. Lust. Passion. All of it unrequited.
“Are you really not taking the job or did you just tell Keith that?”
She looked up at him. “Why does it matter?”
He shrugged. “The office wouldn’t be the same without you. Who would I get to do my ground work?”
Kiley rolled her eyes. Ground work. Of course.
“Kiley,” Scott said.
Kiley shifted her gaze back to his.
He watched her for a few seconds. Neither said anything. It was as though he was waiting for her to say something…do something. She knew she was waiting—waiting for him to say he loved her, that he wanted her, that he couldn’t see his life without her.
He didn’t say any of those things, and Kiley’s heart sank. “I have a headache. Do you mind leaving so I can get some sleep?”
After a moment of silence, Scott nodded. “I’ll see you at the office.”
He turned to leave, and Kiley felt the sting of tears as they burned the backs of her eyes.
Please, whatever you do don’t turn around and see me cry.
He didn’t, and Kiley wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed
October 3, 2013
Her Pirate Master...review
Her Pirate Master a 4 1/2 star top pic at Night Owl Reviews!! Thanks Chris!
Entwined Fates
One of my favorite series continues to thrive. Jack is a Marcone and most think she is a man by reputation but she’s a woman alright. And when she’s confronted by Haydrian Victis, she’s in big trouble in more ways than one. Seems she accidentally blew up a ship of people since the ship was so old the war...ning shot destroyed it. As she’s taken by Haydrian to use as leverage against Marcone, she finds herself taken in all ways imaginable. And liking it.
Haydrian has struggled for years to rebuild his planet and if he has to steal to do so, so be it. Marcone has gone too far this time and Haydrian has the perfect plan to draw him out and end him. Or so he thinks.
I really liked Jack and Haydrian from the start. Both strong people as the result of their upbringings they clash immediately and make spectacular fireworks. Haydrian both attracts and repels Jack, but the attraction wins out when he turns on his considerable sexual charm. And in reverse Haydrian finds himself drawn to Jack’s waspish tongue and vengeful attitude. While we could all see they were falling in love, they missed the memo. And when the truth of Jack’s identity came to light the expected occurred. How could it not?
Entwined Fates
One of my favorite series continues to thrive. Jack is a Marcone and most think she is a man by reputation but she’s a woman alright. And when she’s confronted by Haydrian Victis, she’s in big trouble in more ways than one. Seems she accidentally blew up a ship of people since the ship was so old the war...ning shot destroyed it. As she’s taken by Haydrian to use as leverage against Marcone, she finds herself taken in all ways imaginable. And liking it.
Haydrian has struggled for years to rebuild his planet and if he has to steal to do so, so be it. Marcone has gone too far this time and Haydrian has the perfect plan to draw him out and end him. Or so he thinks.
I really liked Jack and Haydrian from the start. Both strong people as the result of their upbringings they clash immediately and make spectacular fireworks. Haydrian both attracts and repels Jack, but the attraction wins out when he turns on his considerable sexual charm. And in reverse Haydrian finds himself drawn to Jack’s waspish tongue and vengeful attitude. While we could all see they were falling in love, they missed the memo. And when the truth of Jack’s identity came to light the expected occurred. How could it not?
October 2, 2013
We're open!!
Reader registration in now open for Romfest!! Go to www.romfest.com to check out all the fun stuff we have planned and get registered!! :)
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