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Are you ready?

Faith has arrived and she’s taking no prisoners.

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The rogue vampires, the Night Crawlers, are reeking havoc throughout the world. The human population is dwindling and with it all hope seems to be fading, until Harper, the Vampire Princess decides to

fight back.

Sneaking out of the Vampire Kingdom, she slays all Night Crawlers who come her way. She is a force to be reckoned with; however, her father, the Vampire King demands that she stays within the kingdom to stay safe. Will Harper listen to her father or will she continue her battle against the Night Crawlers?

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Hot Springs (Part II of Country Fever)

Already read Country Fever? Wonder what happened next? Your answer has arrived- Hot Springs!

**The contents below are the ‘innocent’ parts of the books. Again, I do not like putting ‘naughty bits’ on the internet, since those under the age 18 can see it. For a sneak peak of the naughty bits, message me and I can email you a part of the book **

 

I dumped the contents onto the bed—a smaller envelope addressed “Kit Kat,” a set of BMW car keys, an FBI file, a marriage certificate and a caramel-mocha chocolate. The chocolate was the only thing that made sense, because Paul had been buying them for me since I was little. I smiled at the gesture and then quickly devoured it. It was even better than I’d remembered it.

I read over the file. It was about Gregory Tortelli being busted for being an FBI agent. The man in the picture was Paul. Not only had he lied about being my father, he had also lied about who he was. He’d been an FBI agent since day one of knowing him. He was undercover as the mob boss, Vinnie “Gino” Rossi’s, right-hand man. He was trusted with the Rossi family, and up until a few years ago, still had their trust.

The file contained information on my mother’s murder. She’d been targeted by her murderer, Antonio Salvatore, because Paul had moved up in the ranks with Gino, and she was his love interest. Being a little girl walking into my mother’s murder was something I’d never forget. Antonio had murdered her, and in return, I’d murdered him. Eye for an eye.

I read the scribbled note on the back of the envelope. Paul’s testimony was supposed to stay anonymous for his and his family’s protection, but someone had snitched. In the upper right-hand corner, written lightly, so light I almost didn’t see it, was “Ti John.” No one would know what that meant, but I did. Ti John stood for Tiffany Johnson, my dear friend, who was an FBI agent. We’d become friends in junior high. She was really the only person who understood my anger and motive to survive. Plus, she liked fighting too. Paul had always picked the two of us up from school for fighting. We’d finally settled down when we’d discovered boys. I think he’d preferred the fighting.

The letter was short and sweet.

 

Kit Kat,

 

I know I keep fucking up your life, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. I need you to go to the pet store and get me a rat. I’ll take care of your vermin problem.

 

Love,

Dad

Zzzzzzzzzzz!

I had every intention of writing a super long blog about writing, life, and such; however, after the day I have had, I will be finishing my College Algebra and passing out. (I had also hoped to work on my latest book…hmmmm maybe tomorrow)

Sweet dreams & Happy Reading!

 

S.E.Isaac

Out on a Limb

Looks can be deceiving… “Out on a Limb” is for 18+. Below is a snip from the book and may come across as ‘innocent’, but that is only because I do not want to post anything with 18+ content on a public page, since those under 18 can access it. I am sure you all can understand that.

Happy Reading!

“Out on a Limb”

 

I was a creature of habit and stuck to a routine. I was the perfect candidate, if someone wanted to kidnap or do harm to me. At 5 a.m., I could be found at Bodies Gym. After that, I was off to shower at my place. Before work, I’d swing by the local coffee shop, Maples, and grab a double chocolate chip Frappuccino with a blueberry muffin. Yeah, it seems like a defeated purpose for going to the gym, but it was also my reason for going.

I made it to Maples, every morning by 8 a.m., but just so happened, I was running late today. My gym card wouldn’t work and I had to hunt down a meathead to help me sign in. Thanks to this misfortune, I wouldn’t be able to sit, at a secluded table, and people watch the regulars. There were so many to watch. One in particularly fascinated me- mystery man.

He was taller than the average guy. If I had to guess, I’d say he was around 6’6’’, but I only saw him sitting down. He always arrived before me and was sitting at table when I strolled in through the door. He had an olive complexion. Both of his arms were sleeved out with miscellaneous, yet harmonious tattoos. His jawline and chin were chiseled like a statue. He wore his hair short and his eyes from afar appeared to be hazelish green. He always kept his baseball cap on his knee and his eyes on his laptop, which sat in front of him on the table. I had seen him for months and he never spoke to anyone. Occasionally, our eyes would meet and I would smile. He would just lower his head and go back to his work on his computer.

“Hey,” I heard a raspy deep voice from behind me say. I turned around and saw the mystery man standing behind me. I smiled politely.

“Hey.”

“Can I treat you to this round,” he said gesturing at the coffee machines in front of us. I wasn’t expecting him to ever speak, let alone to me, “Maybe sit down and get to know one another better?” He was stuttering over his own words.

“Sorry, I can’t, but…”I began to say

“Shallow bitch,” he snarled, “Just because I have a disability, you shoot me down,” I looked him from the top of his head down to his….prosthetic leg. I had seen it before with its decorative American flag and eagle design. I hadn’t seen it as a disability though. The fact that he thought I did was insulting in itself. I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but never shallow.

“Your…”

“Think just because I have a fake leg that I’m less of a man!” He was now drawing attention from those in the coffee shop. They were staring in horror at us. I finally had enough.

“You disability had nothing to do with why,” he seemed surprised by the words that flew out of my lips harshly. “In fact, your ‘leg’,” I said throwing up air quotation marks, “makes you more man than all the men in here! Now if you excuse me, I need to get to work,” I stormed out of there before he could get another word in edge wise.

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Halloween Desires

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Chapter Two

I nervously waited outside on the porch for Derrick to arrive. It felt as if a thousand butterflies were in my stomach. I hadn’t even been this nervous waiting on my prom date, but then again, he’d been Jeremy Fickel, my science lab partner.

A black limo slowly pulled up in front of my building. My jacket suddenly didn’t seem long enough. The driver got out and then opened the door. Derrick slid out wearing a Batman costume. The mask was down so I could see his face. He fit the costume well. I smiled and walked toward him.

“You look handsome,” I said, trying to sound convincing.

He smiled. “Thank you.” He looked at my jacket and laughed. “No jackets allowed.” I frowned. “Oh, come on. Can I please see your costume?” I sighed and removed my jacket. I turned and faced him, and his eyes got big. “Wow.”

“That bad? You can bail if you’d like,” I said in a rushed breath.

“Adrienne, you look amazing.”

I quickly closed my mouth and smiled so I wouldn’t ruin the compliment.

“You pull off that costume very well,” he said, staring at everything but my face.

I couldn’t help but grin a satisfactory one. “Everything all right?” I asked.

He finally found my face with his gaze. “Sorry,” he said chuckling. “This way, Miss Quinn.”

“Ooh, Mr. Batman, you’re a gentleman.”

I winked and then climbed into the limo. Derrick laughed and climbed in behind me. The driver closed the door before he came around to his side. The two guys from the gym were in the limo and dressed in suits. I looked at them, then Derrick, who laughed.

“Do I even want to ask?”

“Probably not,” he said, grinning, “but I’ll tell you any way. This is Mike.” The short bald guy nodded. “And Paul.” The tall guy nodded as well.

“Nice to meet you,” I said softly, and they grinned.

“They’re delighted to meet you as well,” Derrick said, answering for them. I guessed they weren’t allowed to talk. “I’m glad you came.”

Derrick whispered into my ear with his lips grazing against it. Even though it was covered by the mask, it was electrifying. I bit back a moan. I hoped he didn’t realize the effect he had on my body, but with his looks, I was sure he was used to most women falling for him.

“Me too,” I squeaked. I quickly cleared my throat. “Me too.” I turned to look at him. Judging by his grin, he definitely knew the effect he had. My cheeks burned from embarrassment.

“No need to blush,” Derrick whispered.

This was a man used to getting his way with women. I was in the devil’s lair. Part of me wanted to go back to my apartment and stay out of trouble, but the other part wanted to see what Derrick was all about. I was tired of living in my shell, wondering what I missed. Something told me I was in for a wild night.

 

 

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Just around the corner..

Christmas is just around the corner and I’m beginning to wonder if I should have made a Christmas romance book. There are some reasons as to why I should have and why I’m glad I didn’t.

I always debate over holiday books. I do have a steamy Halloween book that is good all year long called “Halloween Desires”. Pick up your copy today!!

And, as always, Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

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A look in to “Country Fever”

This is part of Chapter Three….Happy Reading!

 

 

He removed his sunglasses, then his hat. He hung up that on the poor coat rack I’d nearly demolished.

“Paul and I were roommates.”

Oh, dear god, Paul had to be laughing from above about this.

“What do you mean roommates?”

Sean looked me in the eyes and grinned a devilish grin. “Friends, who live together.”

“So that means…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. My words fell away.

“Yep, we’re roommates. Sorry for not telling you back in town, but your day was already rocky, and I didn’t want me suffering the same fate as the computer.” He smiled sheepishly. “I hope you don’t hate me.”

“No.” My voice was weak. “May I have a seat?” I gestured toward the leather couch.

“Of course.”

I walked over and sat. Today was a day from hell. Not that having a hot guy as a roommate was bad. I’d have no complaints about watching him stroll around the house in his boxers…or briefs.

“Kathleen?”

“Huh?” How long had I zoned out?

“Want me to carry your bags in?”

“That’s all right. I’ll get them.” He frowned. “Something wrong with that?”

“Well, honestly, yes.” He sat next to me. “You’re a lady and I’m a gentleman. There are certain things a gentleman should do, like carry a lady’s bags for her.”

“I have hands. How do you think they got into my car?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I have no doubts of your capabilities, and if I had been there, you wouldn’t have loaded your bags.”

“Well, I did, so I can unload them.”

He shook his head. “I’m going to show you Southern hospitality. Not all men are spineless.” He appeared dead serious.

“We can unload them together.” I smirked, thinking victory was mine.

“Kathleen,” he said low, making me tremble. He leaned into me. “I have handcuffs.” Oh, my, yes, please handcuff me and have your way with me, sheriff. The thought of him naked and against me made my blood boil. I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m not afraid to use them to get my way.”

God, sign me up for that ride. I felt a throb between my legs. I hadn’t been with a man in years, six years to be exact. If Mr. Sheriff wasn’t careful, he’d find himself naked and handcuffed to the nearest bed.

“You play dirty, sheriff.” My voice was low and broken.

“What can I say? I like to win.”

I faced him. We were a few inches from each other. I turned my body toward him, my legs now touching his. He sat there speechless.

“Fighting dirty can get you into a lot of trouble, sheriff.” Opening my mouth anymore was going to get me into trouble. I hadn’t expected to meet Mr. Yummy pants. What would any other woman in my shoes do?

“Is that so?” He grinned his devilish grin.

“Quite so, because I too can fight dirty.”

The look in his eyes changed. It went from seductive to predator. I’d seen that look on lions’ faces before they pounced on a gazelle on the Discovery channel.

“Fighting dirty with me can get you into a lot of trouble, Kathleen.”

My name off his lips made me throb more. This man had my blood flowing.

“Looks as if we’re both bound for playing dirty and trouble.”

He shifted slightly, and I lowered my gaze to his pants. Good, I had the same effect on him as he did me. I brought my gaze back to his.

“Trouble can be fun.”

“A lot of fun.” He leaned in closer. Every part of my body yearned for him. “I should be ashamed of myself.” His voice was low and raspy.

“Are you?”

“No.”

A little late….

Better late then never they say…. Today’s goal was to spend some time writing a long blog about writing and life; however, like most of you, life intercepted that idea.

Today’s posting is just to say “Never give up on your Dreams!”

Good night & Sweet Dreams!

 

Happy Reading

Authors life is tougher than it looks

There are so many out there that think being an author comes easy. Although this is partially true, there is SO much more to being an author. It takes time and dedication, especially if you want to be a best selling author.

Promoting is one of the hardest parts of being an author. People want things for free. It would be amazing to give a way books for free, but then there would be no source of income for the author.

Authors spend countless hours writing, revising, starting over, writing, revising, and publishing. Their dedication flows into the pages that you turn. They wish to create a story that you can picture in your mind and feel like you are part of the story. Their goal is to make you become one with the story. They write for you…remember that the next time you consider buying a book or are reading a book. You are the reason they write :-)

 

Happy Reading!

S.E. Isaac