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Adult Excerpt and Giveaway Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush Erotic Science Fiction

Enforcer Fontana Marks is on vacation undercover until she has to
testify against the Track Cartel for crimes against the Galactic
Coalition. But the cartel is hiding something, and Fontana intends to
find out what--then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the young
scientist Fontana failed to protect on a previous assignment.

The
last thing Fontana intends to do while vacationing incognito on the
fantasy resort Sagitariun is follow the advice of her superior. “Rest,
recuperate, and find a man.”

But how can a woman resist a blond,
blue-eyed, chisel-jawed, great-assed man streaking naked in public when
he's obviously running from someone? And why can't she to get rid of the
damned trench coat she stole to rescue him?

Excerpt--

Fontana spotted trouble when the man first burst into Spacer Jack’s Bar and Grill. It wasn’t his chiseled jaw and blond hair or the way he scanned the joint with his intense blue eyes. No, the trouble was—he was naked. The towel wrapped around his slim hips had snagged on the swinging bar door when he entered, and he didn’t look back in his sprint toward the kitchen. He shot past where Fontana sat at the bar, his muscular ass bunching with the effort of his long strides.

Her pulse jumped. If that's trouble, I want some.

The naked man disappeared through the kitchen doors. A collision of bodies sounded.

Fontana straightened. How was a woman to mind her own business when a nude man was in trouble? She shoved off the corner stool and dashed after the naked man, swiping a man’s trench coat off the coatrack standing beside the kitchen door. She pushed through the swinging door and halted centimeters from where the naked man lay sprawled on top of a waiter. A tray of pasta entrées hovered on its anti-grav suspension, where the waiter would have been holding it in his upturned hand before the man rammed into him.

In all her years of undercover work, she had never come across a situation quite like this. And probably wouldn’t again.

Fontana seized the naked man’s arm, hauled him to his feet, and threw the coat over his shoulders as she bolted with him toward the rear exit. She dragged him through the back door, and they practically fell into the back alley by the dumpsters. A furry rodent skittered from nearby tin cans and disappeared behind a stack of pallets. She couldn’t help a smile. The alley was a replica of mid-twentieth-century Earth, complete with robo-rats and all.

She grasped the man’s shoulders and shoved him against the restaurant wall. Her pulse sped up when the steely muscles beneath her fingers tensed. How was it possible for his hard body to get any harder? She’d seen Aslothian gladiators with less muscle. His blue-eyed gaze locked on to hers.

Fontana ignored the tremor that rippled through her, pressed her body against his solid two meter frame, and demanded, “What the hell is going on?”

His cock pulsed against her abdomen and began to thicken. This diversion was exactly what her superior, Colonel Stephaney Lyons, had ordered. “Find a man and reaffirm life. Let him fuck your brains out.” The colonel wasn’t usually one for getting quite so personal or so crude, but she knew how angry Fontana was about Jenny’s death and the failure of the mission on Rigil IV.

The naked man grasped her shoulders and drew her closer. “Who are you?” His drawl belied the intensity of his stare.

Well, well, a man who knew how to pace himself. Fontana slipped a hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Her mouth went dry. He was hard as a rock. She squeezed the thick rod. He hardened even more beneath her fingers.

“I’m asking the questions.” Damn if she didn’t sound like Detective Friday from the twentieth-century series Dragnet. Dragnet’s brand of law was before the Criminal Rights Act of 2141.

The naked man gave a low laugh. “Oh, tough girl.”

“Who are you running from?”

“Maybe I should be running from you.”

“Not while I have hold of this.” She yanked his cock with just enough force to keep his attention.

He sucked in a breath.

Now she had him. “I can play yanky-panky all night.”

His shaft throbbed, and his warm hands slid down her arms, stopping to rest on her hips. Long fingers flexed against her carbon-fiber parachute pants. That and the halter she wore were a woman’s standard garb in Spacers. She released him when he rolled her mound against his rod. Fontana grasped his arms and angled her hips so that the steely length slid along her clit. He groaned, and the sound sent butterflies skittering across the inside of her stomach.

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Forged in the fires of hell beauty becomes sin incarnate.


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tests mortal men…then torture them with her beauty when they fail.

Now,
a thousand years later, this is her last night in the mortal realm and
her final chance to find a man who can free her. But Lorna must discover
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Something malevolent grows in Lorna’s soul. When she calls forth a lord of the underworld and begs for irresistible beauty he asks one simple thing in return; she must serve him as one of the underworld females who tests mortal men…then torture them with her beauty when they fail.

Now, a thousand years later, this is her last night in the mortal realm and her final chance to find a man who can free her. But Lorna must discover her own capacity to love if she’s to save herself. Yet, even that won’t save the two men who shared her body. One of them must be sacrificed to the dark lord.

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I became enthralled with the main character: Black Hippie Chick's review Chain Reaction

Former Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to
protect America’s secret weapon against the Nazis, The Manhattan
Project. But he can’t protect himself as his humanity is eaten away by a
mysterious disease that destroys him, while at the same time makes him
more powerful than any man he’s ever known. Jordan finds out how much
the disease has devoured his soul when he falls in love with the woman
who might destroy America and tear apart his last shred of humanity.


Black Hippie Chick’s Take: To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going to
like this book; I was pleasantly surprised. This book discusses The
Manhattan Project with a twist, what if the Nazi’s are able to discover
the correct formula to produce an atomic reaction…..and, what if the man
in charge of discovering who is the spy amongst their mists is a VAMPIRE.
I found myself putting aside my initial hesitancy and becoming
enthralled with the main character, Jordan Pierce. The former Chicago
PD Detective is not only fighting to hold on to his humanity, but he’s
also trying to keep America out of Hitler’s grasp. And yes dear readers,
there are some sexy scenes in this book.
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Great start to the series Chain Reaction

Former
Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to protect
America's secret weapon against the Nazis, The Manhattan Project. But he can't
protect himself as  his humanity is eaten
away by a mysterious disease that destroys him, while at the same time makes
him more powerful than any man he's ever known. Jordan finds out how much the
disease has devoured his soul when he falls in love with the woman who might
destroy America and tear apart his last shred of humanity.

Review--

This story was a nice surprise for me. I don’t normally read suspenseful who done it and generally shy away from war time spy stories. I went out of my comfort zone on reading Chain Reaction and am so glad I did and give this story 5 stars! 
The author immersed me into Jordan Pierce’s world of intrigue and espionage while mixing in lots of twists and turns into the history during the WWII time period. I loved the paranormal aspect of the story. Jordan is on a mission of revenge after he is attacked in an alleyway and infected with a disease which gives him strange abilities.
Based in Chicago, Pierces is head of the night security for the Manhattan Project. While investigating murders of the scientist, he meets Dr. Gladys Nichols who he is instantly attracted to. He doesn’t know if he can trust her, evidence leads to her being part of the spy network when he discovers her brother is being held hostage.
Jordan finds that he is not the only one with special abilities when he is introduced to the Phenom League. With supernatural abilities and extraordinary powers, the group of people have banned together to right the wrongs in the world.  
Chain Reaction was a great start to the series and I am excited to learn more about this Phenom League and see what happens with Dr. Nichols brother.
HEART OF A WOLF

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Chain Reaction If you love to read Paranormal and History your going to love this book

Chain
Reaction takes place in 1942 during WW2 where John Pierce is head of 
night shift security for the US Government to help protect the Manhattan
Project in Chicago but he wasn't always a security guard. Eight months
prior John Pierce was a Detective in Chicago and found himself attacked
in an alley, he hasn't been right ever since. He thinks he's been
infected with something, he no longer has a need for food and drink,
smoking addiction is gone and by midday a bizarre sleep overtakes him.
The only thing he can think to do is take another job that's lower
profile and hope to find the person who attacked him and get answers. 
His main concern now being someone finding out about him and wanting to
experiment on him.


When
showing up for his shift he finds out there has been a security breach
and one of the Scientist working on the project has met an untimely
death. Pierce is put in charge of the investigation but is having issues
with the main suspect Scientist Gladys Nichols. Pierce feels an
undeniable sexual connection to Gladys but he also feels she's a spy for
the Germans. Will Pierce be able to overcome his infatuation with
Gladys and not turn his back on his Country or will the fear of his co
workers finding out about his infection stand in the way?


I
thought this was a very good mix of Paranormal and History. There is
tons of action and when Pierce's imagination takes off with images of
Gladys it will have your toes curling! Through out the book there are
references to actual events that happened in History which make for an
interesting read and I love that the book is dedicated to the Men and
Women whom fought for our Country. There's a lot of times and people who
take them for granted and I don't think they get the gratitude that is
owed to them. If you love to read Paranormal and History your going to
love this book!
ALL THE FUN STARTS AFTER DARK

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A Hero's Blog Hop--NASCAR Romance Fast cars, Passion...and Murder

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Rex Henderson here, I’m the best driver NASCAR has ever seen, but don’t take last year’s crash and burn as prove otherwise.  (And don’t call me Wrecks Henderson). But I won’t make the same mistake again and let a gorgeous blonde ruin my season. I’ve got plans: plans to kick her new boyfriend’s ass, plans to win the Sprint cup, plans to own my car and crew, and I’m going to win more races than anyone living or dead.

I
also won’t allow my crew to be distracted by the five foot four,
smokin’ hot redhead who’s our new head mechanic. I don’t know what the
owner was thinking, but I’m not going to fall for it. A redhead isn’t a
blonde, after all, and Gail ‘Jimmy’ James isn’t just some beauty in blue
jeans.  She the best mechanic I’ve seen, and I’m not going to screw
this up by hitting on her. Well, except for that day we met—but I didn’t
know she was working for me. Really.

Day One--

Rex  pushed open the door to the garage and stepped onto freshly waxed concrete. Despite last year’s sting, his heart raced as it always did at the start of the season when he first laid eyes on the immaculate eight thousand square-foot garage.

A dozen red, five-foot-tall toolboxes stood guard beside the uncluttered workbenches that lined the cinderblock walls. No. 14 sat in the first assembly area on the right, awaiting paint and window netting. Rex slid his gaze along the trunk and over the top of the car. The new Chevy was his ticket to owning a crew next season.

He started forward, then halted when a shapely figure in powder blue coveralls shifted into view. She bent over the engine like a real mechanic. What idiot had left his girlfriend to roam the garage alone? Rex dropped his gaze from the red ponytail to the feminine undercarriage on her fine frame and angled his head to get a better look. He couldn’t see her face, but judging by her body, her boyfriend had taste.

She pressed against the fender and in closer to the engine, straddling the front tire like Daisy Duke at her finest. Ouch! The fabric of the coveralls stretched across the lovely curves of her buttocks, complete with bikini brief panty lines. Rex shook off an unexpected need to hook a finger under those panties.

He crept to the car with panther-like stealth. She hadn’t emerged from the open hood when he leaned a hip against the fender beside her and drawled, “What fool left you alone in my garage, darlin’?” She stilled, and he ran his gaze the length of her five foot four body, then back to her taut rear end. He laughed softly. “You better come out before you get dirty.” Rex shifted his attention to the sparkplug wire she gripped. He straightened in shocked anger. “What the hell are you doing to my car?”

He seized her arm as she started to straighten and yanked her from under the hood. Her head struck the hood with a thunk. She gasped and Rex released her.

“Ouch!” Her hand flew to the top of her head and vigorously massaged the spot. “Why did you do that?”

“No one screws with my—”

She jerked her head around and Rex’s mouth went dry when his gaze met gorgeous brown eyes tinged with fury.

“That hurt!” She shoved back a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail and glared at him.

Those were the eyes a cowboy found only in a dream—and in midnight encounters in front of a wood-burning fire.

The sprinkling of pale freckles across her cheeks scrunched up when she wrinkled her nose. Her eyes narrowed. “Here, hotshot.” She shoved the sparkplug wire into his chest. “You put the plug wires on. You know the firing order of your Chevy V-8?”

Rex raised a brow. “As a matter of fact—”

“Let me get you started,” she snapped as she gave her head another vigorous rub, “one, five, two, eight…”

“Look,” Rex retorted, “no one touches—” A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he whirled to find Duff standing behind him.

“I see you’ve met Jimmy James, our new mechanic,” Duff said.

Rex stared at the buxom figure, then faced Duff. “Mechanic? What the hell were you thinking? Even in those coveralls she doesn’t look like a mechanic. She looks like a…like a…hell, like she belongs on Sex in the City.”

“Hey!” she exclaimed.

“Her qualifications are top notch,” Duff interrupted.

“Why didn’t you just paint her on the hood hugging the damn Cozy fabric softener rabbit?” Rex shot back. “That’d get Cozy to renew their sponsorship for the next ten years.” He pictured her, sheet thrown across breasts and hips, one leg sprawled over the rabbit’s belly. “We’ll get nothing done with her around,” he added tightly.

“Winston doesn’t concur.” Duff turned Rex to face Jimmy. “Jimmy, this is your driver, Rex Henderson.”

“I know who he is.” The lock of hair had fallen across her eye again. She jammed it behind an ear. “You ought to keep him in his cage.”

Duff chuckled. Rex gave him a thin-lipped scowl, then leaned against the car and crossed his arms over his chest. Jimmy flicked him a withering glare. His groin pulsed.

He ran his gaze down her body before meeting her fiery brown eyes again. “Only if you’ll be my cage-mate.”

She drew a sharp breath and a camera flash lit the garage behind Rex. He whirled in time to catch a second flash in the eyes. Spots raced across his vision, but he made out the figure straightening from a crouch behind a workbench near the side door. The man lifted the camera to his eye and Rex jammed his eyes shut an instant before the flash penetrated his eyelids.

Rex snapped open his eyes and started for the paparazzo. “I’m going to kick your ass!”

The man pivoted toward the side door.

Rex accelerated to a sprint with Duff close behind.

The photographer bolted through the door. “Sex in the City!” He laughed, adding before the door banged shut behind him, “Cage-mates.”

Rex slammed into the door a second later and flung it open as the photographer dove into the passenger seat of a beat up blue Subaru. Rex hit the asphalt at a sprint as the car leaped into gear, passenger door ajar. Rex picked up speed. The Subaru slowed at the end of the building and Rex thought he had him, but the car rounded the corner and accelerated toward the open gate at the entrance.

Dammit. During the off-season, no guard manned the front gate. Rex cursed again and picked up speed. The paparazzo had probably followed him onto the property. He should have closed the security gate after he entered.

The car leaped over the parking lot speed bump and hit the street, tires squealing as it hung a right and zoomed away. Rex slowed and stopped at the curb. The blue compact had reached the end of the block and took a hard left toward the freeway. Damn. He didn’t get the license number.

Duff halted next to him, breathing hard.

Rex glared at him. “What do you say now, Duff?”

Duff’s gaze locked on the direction the car had taken. “I say all of Dallas will know what Howard Motors has up its sleeve by tomorrow morning, the rest of the world by supper time.”

Inside the garage, an engine starter whined. Rex turned toward the garage and stared as the engine caught, followed by the roar of exhaust when Jimmy pumped the accelerator in short, quick stabs.

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