The Mercenary Way excerpt rated X



When a ruthless gem smuggler mistakes Sarah for her best friend Susan, she's kidnapped and stashed on an island. Her only hope of rescue is Susan's cousin Clint -- a soldier-of-fortune whose my-way-or-else attitude is as infuriating as his muscular body is distracting.

Clint, ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, desperately needs a vacation. Rescuing a kidnapped woman from an island paradise isn't what he had in mind. And when he encounters Sarah's sassy mouth and tempting ways, he soon realizes he's the one in trouble.

EXCERPT
“Is Stan─”

“Sshh!” he warned briskly, his gaze returning to hers. “Now isn’t the time for conversation, angel.”

Sarah pressed her lips. She didn’t like being told to be quiet. She dropped her eyes before his steady gaze, beginning to feel self-conscious of their intimate situation. Clint was too sexy and in spite of his gruff ways, she was attracted to him. Sarah recalled the eagerness of her response when he’d had his fingers inside her. She was hungry for that particular feeling again but now was hardly the place or the time.

“You can get off me now,” she spoke quietly, pushing against his shoulders. “They’re going away.”

Clint didn’t budge. “They may have lowered someone to the ground to continue the search,” he reasoned. “Be quiet.”

Sarah listened to the sound of the chopper diminish as it moved further away and raised her eyes to the top of the trees above them where the sky was visible. And where Clint’s gaze was focused. She couldn’t help noticing how thick and muscular his arched neck was. The veins were evident beneath his whiskered jaw.

“You can still get off me,” she insisted, wincing at the weakness in her tone. He glanced down at her. Their gazes met and held. Sarah tried to gauge what he was thinking. After an awkward moment of silence, Sarah looked away, but not before she acknowledged the flame of awareness in Clint’s pupils. His body grew taut.

She caught her breath when his cock turned hard and demanding against her. With little between them, it was easy to determine Clint wasn’t lacking there. And the knowledge turned Sarah hotter. It seemed the danger of being captured was over but another more primal danger threatened her.

She knew she was playing with fire but couldn’t stop herself from acknowledging Clint’s hard-on in the most obvious way. Parting her legs, she arched into the hard shaft, being rewarded when he sucked in his breath.

“You know if I was a smart man I’d roll off, start walking and not look back.”

Sarah stiffened. Then why didn’t he? When Clint didn’t move right away, Sarah closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him. His closeness was unnerving, catching her off guard when she realized how much she liked his weight against her. However, closing her eyes turned out to be a bigger mistake when all it did was enhance the charged atmosphere between them.

Her ears picked up the low drone of the helicopter as it was all but out of ear shot, but her senses were acutely aware of Clint. His breath was against her face, hot and intimate, his heart beating against her chest keeping rhythm with another more vital part of his body. When he began to grind his aroused cock against her, she began to respond to the situation against her will.

Suddenly, she felt alive. Her breasts became ultra-sensitive, swelling against his chest as her nipples hardened into tight little nubs. In her mind’s eye, Sarah could see his mouth on her, licking and tugging on them until she was breathless and on fire. As her breathing became shallow, she closed her legs to the liquid heat pooling there, denying its existence along with the hard shaft she’d unknowingly trapped there.

Oh God! What is happening to me? An explosive rush swept through her blood. She kept her eyes closed, desperate to ignore the changes in her body, trying to ignore that it was a man like Clint— callous, raw, and totally unlovable—who was turning her on to such a feverish pitch. She struggled to bring her breathing under control, embarrassed when a soft whimper broke the silence.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded in a voice hoarse with desire.

“No.” The way Sarah figured it, if she didn’t look at him, nothing would happen. He couldn’t possible know she was so turned on she was burning up with it.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

It sounded like a threat. Her eyes flew open. “No!” The firmness she tried to inject into her tone came out weak and throaty, revealing her condition. The savage expression on his face frightened her but not nearly as much as the untamed wildfire racing through her body. His body began to move against her, his hardness fitting perfectly in the damp crevice between her legs. The ache in the lower half of her body became a tangible, almost painful, reminder that she hadn’t had a cock in there in a long time. Too long.

“No? Are you sure about that, angel?”

“Yes,” she gasped, mesmerized by the smoldering look in his eyes. “I don’t think it’s wise to complicate things.” Not to mention she was scared out of her wits that she’d enjoy it. And she wasn’t forgetting the fact he’d already fingered her. She’d never hear the end of it.

“One little kiss doesn’t have to complicate anything,” he returned with a wolfish grin.

He was actually teasing her—or was he testing her? “We both know that’s not all you have on your mind,” she pointed out.

“No, but maybe a good fuck will curb that mean mouth of yours."

Right now? That insinuated they might have time for a good fuck, later.

*The Mercenary Way was previously released as Against the Odds, with another publisher. This version contains more content and has been considerably sexed up..

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Wedding Heat is HERE! (What is Wedding Heat?)

It's my new series!  Basically, I couldn't find anything good on TV and I thought, "Hmm... maybe there are OTHER people out there who can't find anything good on TV either... so maybe I'll write a series of short stories to fill the gap."

So that's what I did.
Wedding Heat is about more than just two people getting hitched.  My tagline for the series is: Forget the happy couple--it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!  The series is set around the wedding weekend for Maggie and Ed (at a luxury woodland retreat, no less!), but each story focuses on different guests. 

The first story, One in the Hand, hit the market today and you can expect a new installment every two weeks:

Wedding Heat: One in the Hand by Giselle Renarde

$2.99

Forget the happy couple--it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
In One in the Hand, the first book of Giselle Renarde’s Wedding Heat series, the bride’s aunt Cora and uncle Dan are en route to Maggie and Ed’s weekend-long wedding retreat at a luxury resort.  When Cora tries to get handsy with her hubby in the car and Dan rejects her advances, will it ruin the weekend for Cora?  Or does Dan have a naughty surprise up his sleeve?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit sex--inside, outside, and on the hood of a car.  
     
EXCERPT:

He was so handsome. 
Cora caught herself thinking so more and more these days.  Men were lucky that way—they only got better with age.  Dan was stronger now than he’d been when they got married, and the grey sneaking in around his temples made him look inarguably distinguished.  She wished he wouldn’t dye his hair.  It would look better if the silver took over completely, but Dan had his pride.  Everybody did.
When Cora’s fingers met the bare skin of his knee, he jumped and flicked her hand away.  Cora was just about to feel hurt when he chuckled and said, “Sorry, I thought you were a spider.”
Cora smiled and moved in closer.  “You know, you shouldn’t have teased Vanessa like that.”
“Like what?”  Dan gasped when Cora petted his thigh, searching for something.
“About Maggie,” Cora said.  “Maggie was the first person in the world Vanessa came out to.  They were only young then, maybe fifteen or so, but Maggie wasn’t very nice about it.  That’s what caused the rift between them.  It set Ness back terribly.  She didn’t tell anyone else she was a lesbian for two years after that.”
“I didn’t know.”  Dan glanced down every so often, following the path of Cora’s insistent hand across the crotch of his khaki shorts.  “Ness never told me.”
“There are some things a girl only shares with her mother,” Cora consoled.
“Still,” he said, obviously hurt.  “I thought Vanessa and I were close.”
Cora smiled.  “You’re a good man, Charlie Brown.”  She found the button on his shorts and forced it through the hole.
“What are you doing?” Dan hissed, pulling away, though he really had nowhere to go.  “The kids are right there in the back seat!”
With a shrug, Cora pulled down the zipper on his fly.  “The kids are fast asleep and, anyway, they’re both in their twenties—they’re not kids anymore.”
Dan focused on the road.  There were no cars around at this stage, but he seemed to pretend he didn’t notice Cora pressing her hand inside his shorts, finding his cock hard in anticipation.
“What are you doing?” he asked again, stammering this time, his voice a raspy whisper.
“Nothing,” Cora chimed back at him, coyly rubbing his erection overtop of his black jockey-boxers.  He even wore sexier underwear than she did, these days.  And, god, was he ever stiff, his cock hot and throbbing against his undies.  She had to feel it against her skin.
“Stop!” Dan chastised as she fished inside the slit in his underwear, pulling out his hard-on.  “What if they wake up?”
Cora glanced back quickly, but it was hard to look away from Dan’s big dick.  “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.  For now, just shut up and let me get you off.”

The stage is set.  Wedding Heat: One in the Hand is now available, and I should also mention the series has its own website, here: 



And you can buy it at lots of retailers:


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-- Giselle Renarde
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New Release: Once Was Lost by Zenobia Renquist


Foxy: Once Was Lost
by Zenobia Renquist

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05678-01819
Genre: Erotic Interracial Paranormal (Shapeshifter)
Price: $2.99/US
Length: Novella

The man of Lorna's dreams has suddenly become a reality.

Her grandfather's dying wish for her to fulfill an old debt brought her out to Last Chance, Alaska. Lorna never thought she would meet the man who used to inhabit her dreams. He should be a figment of her imagination, an imaginary friend she'd long since outgrown. After feeling the way he makes her body come alive, she's glad no one ever told him that.

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EXCERPT:

She ducked her head and stared at his chest.
“We have time to get to know each other later. Right now I want to know why you have this.” He lifted the hand that had been resting on her back and dangled her medallion before her eyes.
“My medallion.” She snatched at it, but he moved it over his head and off to the side. She followed, bracing her hand on his chest and reaching, but he kept it out of her reach. “Give it back.”
The man placed a soft kiss on her right nipple, which now dangled above his mouth thanks to her trying to get back her medallion.
She squeaked in dismay and shoved away from him while crossing her arms over her chest. “Where are my clothes? Why am I naked?” Both questions brought her attention to the man’s state of undress. She had thought only his chest was bare, but she found the rest of him equally as unclothed when she removed the blanket covering them. “Why are you naked?” She backed up farther, putting herself on the far end of the king-sized bed.
“You collapsed in the snow, kitling. I brought you back here and warmed you up. Say thank you.”
“Kitling?” That was what he always called her in her dreams. They had never shared names. There didn’t seem any need. She was Kitling and he was Mr. Foxy. Besides, it had been a dream. Names didn’t matter.
Her dream had come to life, though. He was spread before her in all his glory. She swept her gaze down his hard, lean body then gasped and looked back at his face. Her embarrassment returned and heated her cheeks. His glory was erect and on display.
His knowing grin dared her to say something. She dropped his gaze and stared at the bed. “Thank you,” she mumbled.


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First chapter available online at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters blog on Monday (30 April).

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Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
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New Release and It's a Hot Cop Menage! TWO COPS, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS!

I'm so excited to announce that TWO COPS, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS, the second book in my Badge Bunnies Series, is available! The title kinda says it all, but if you haven't guessed, it's a hot cop menage with two guys who come with their own handcuffs and a girl who can't wait to get busy with them both!

Happy Reading!




Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!
Cilla Garner has it bad for Hayes Prescott and Reed Lockwood, the two hot cops who come into the coffee shop where she works the late shift. When her coworker goes home early and leaves her alone with Denver's finest, she can't help but flirt. Of course, if they both end up asking her out, she has no idea how she'll choose. The idea of having a threesome doesn't even enter her mind until they hint at it, and then it's all she can think about.

She has the perfect opportunity to take them up on it when they offer to drive her home after work. What girl wouldn't be thrilled at the idea of sleeping with two guys who come with their own handcuffs?


Excerpt:

She looked at them from beneath her lashes, hoping one—or both—of them would pick up on her interest and ask her out. Of course, if they both did, she could be in trouble. Which one would she pick?

Hayes leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His hazel eyes were more green than brown, with little gold flecks. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cilla?”

That was easier than she’d thought. She was afraid she might have been too subtle.

“No.”

She wanted to finish her degree as quickly as possible, which meant taking a full course load every semester, so she hadn’t had much time for a social life. But now that she was just a few classes away from graduating, that wasn’t a problem.

“What about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“We’re both between relationships,” Reed said.

Was that his way of telling her he was interested in her, too?

Cilla looked from one cop to the other. “Hard to believe some girl hasn't scooped up two attractive guys like you.”

“It's hard finding a woman who can handle us,” Hayes answered.

Us?

That was an interesting way to phrase it. Hayes hadn't said it was hard finding women who could handle them, or their jobs. But a woman—singular—who could handle them—plural. Had it simply been a Freudian slip, or had he been referring to what she thought he was? The image made heat pool between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. She'd never been with two guys at the same time before. Never even considered it. But now that she thought about it, the possibility was intriguing.

“Maybe you haven’t found the right woman.”

Had she just said that out loud? Well, she had to gauge their interest, didn’t she?

Reed chuckled. “Guess not.”

Cilla’s breath hitched. Oh, yeah. They were definitely talking about a threesome.

Since they were both gorgeous and unattached, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, that was for damn sure. This might be her only chance to fulfill her fantasies—with not one, but two hot cops.

“It’s almost closing time. I should probably clean up.” Her heart sank as Hayes and Reed pushed back their chairs. “You don’t have to leave.”

“We weren’t,” Hayes said. “We’re just going to give you a hand.”

“Oh.” Relief coursed through Cilla and she smiled. “That’s very nice of you.”

Reed grinned. “We’re nice guys.”

Cleaning out the coffee pots and wiping down the tables took a lot less time with their help. On the down side, it also gave her a lot less time to figure out a way to let them know she was up for that threesome they’d hinted at.

Wishing there was something else to clean up, she picked up her messenger bag. “I know you’re probably not supposed to do this, but do you think you could give me a ride to the subway? I’d really hate to have to walk all that way in the rain.”

Hayes exchanged looks with Reed, then gave her a grin. “We’ll do you one better and give you a ride home. Although I'm afraid you’ll have to sit in the back. That's not a problem, is it?”

She winked. “As long as I'm not under arrest.”

“Definitely not.” Hayes looked her up and down. “It would be a true crime if anyone ever had to lock you away.”

The heat in his eyes made her pussy purr. “And no cuffs, right?”

Reed gave her slow smile. “Only if you don’t behave yourself.”

The smolder in Reed’s eyes conveyed his message loud and clear—if you want to be cuffed, I'm your man. That image made her pulse skip a beat. This night was getting more interesting by the minute.

Cilla’s hand trembled a little as she locked up the shop. Dropping the keys in her purse, she turned to open the umbrella she’d borrowed, but Reed took it from her.

His mouth curved as he held it over her head. “Allow me.”

Gorgeous and well-mannered—a potent combination.

Cilla had never been in a police car before. It felt really strange being behind the metal cage that separated the back seat from the front. Like she was their prisoner for them to do with her whatever they wanted. The idea sent a delicious, little shiver through her.

In the front, Reed was on the radio, telling the station he and Hayes were going off shift. Was it just her imagination, or had Reed made the call so she’d know he and Hayes were free for the rest of the night?

Hayes glanced at her over his shoulder. “Where to?”

Cilla rattled off her address. She was about to give him directions, too, but as he pulled away from the curb and headed in the right direction, she decided he mustn’t have needed them. Then again, he was a cop. He probably knew every street in the city.

She didn’t live far from the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t take long to get to her apartment. Which meant she was going to have to think of something quick if she didn’t want the evening to end on her doorstep.

As Hayes pulled up to the curb a little while later, she leaned forward. “I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come in for coffee?”

As invitations went, it was lame. But what was she supposed to say? Want to come up and have a threesome?

The two cops exchanged a glance before Reed answered.

“We’d like that.”

She’d had guys at her place before, but Reed and Hayes seemed to dominate her small apartment with their presence. She could barely concentrate on making the coffee as they looked around.

“You go to the University of Colorado?” Hayes asked from the living room.

She glanced up to see him thumbing through an accounting book she’d left on the coffee table. “Yeah. I take morning classes there three days a week. That's why I get stuck on the late shift so much.”

Reed crossed the room to look over his partner’s shoulder. “Accounting, huh? How close are you to your degree?”

“Three more classes after this semester.” She switched on the coffee pot, then walked into the living room. “I'm getting close enough to taste it.”

Reed’s gaze caressed her. “I know how that feels, being so close to something you can almost taste it.”

Cilla got the feeling he wasn’t talking about getting his college degree. Her breath came a little faster, and she ran her suddenly damp hands down the front of her jeans.

Back at the coffee shop, she thought she’d be able to play it cool, but now the two men were in her apartment, that was harder than she thought.

Thunder boomed and she jumped. She used the distraction to get herself together. Okay, take a deep breath, girl. Just because Reed and Hayes were likely here for more than coffee didn't mean this thing was automatic. Neither man had mentioned having a threesome since they’d dropped the hint. If she wanted this to go anywhere, she had to give them some sort of signal.

But what was she supposed to do—rip off her clothes and throw herself naked across the kitchen table? How could she tell them she was game without coming out and saying it?

Hayes was looking at another one of her books—this time it was advanced calculus.

“Have you always been good with numbers, Cilla?”

“I guess so. I mean, I’ve always liked math.”

Now there was a sexy subject. Yeah, not so much. Maybe she should tell him she wanted to multiply with him. Nah, maybe not. That sounded creepy.

Hayes set the book on the table, then sauntered over to stand in front of her. He gave her a devastating smile. “And I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”

The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.

“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”

“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”

Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner.

She took a deep breath. Now or never.

“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”

Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.

“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”

His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.

He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”

Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”

Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”

His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock back there. A seriously impressive one at that.

“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.

She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers.

The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention.

She melted into his arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.


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The third book in the series is coming soon!


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A KARMIC CONNECTION Excerpt!

A karmic second chance at love!


A KARMIC CONNECTION

Author: Susanne Marie Knight
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available electronically at Amazon.com.
Price: $4.99
Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/A-Karmic-Connection-ebook/dp/B007FDVK0Y
Available in Print at http://www.susanneknight.com/orders.htm
Price: $13.95 plus s/h.

Video Trailer: http://youtu.be/HyrgOdV3KJU

BLURB:

DÉJÀ VU--Twenty years ago, Elizabeth Williams had two suitors. She chose Allen over Paul. Now she is divorced and starting over with a new location and a new career. But instead of a new love knocking at her door, an old love seems destined to overwhelm her. Elizabeth’s path crosses with Paul’s, and once again she must make a decision that will change her life.

DÉJÀ WOO-WOO--Doctor Paul Jones, with his feet firmly planted on terra firma, has no patience for metaphysical matters. When a medical conference brings him to the New Age capital of the world, he keeps his distance from anything “woo-woo.” But when he’s attracted to a woman who insists they’d met before... Paul realizes he needs help--metaphysical help--to show him the way to win his Lovely Lizzie’s heart.

SCENE SET-UP:

An unexpected visitor, staying at the hotel where Elizabeth Williams works, asks for a glass of water. She realizes that she might possibly know him from twenty years ago.

EXCERPT:

From out of nowhere, she heard a knock. Or did she? Setting her bare feet down on the tiled floor, she held the front edges of the robe closed at her neck, then tiptoed to the door.

She checked the time. Ten o’clock. Who could be paying a visit at this hour?

The knock came again.

“Who’s there?”

No answer. She glanced through the peephole, but the magnified view was clear. “Hello?”

Still nothing.

She opened the door to a deliciously mild breeze... and that was it. No one stood on her front step, nor was anyone in sight. The stars twinkled down on her from a sky crystal black. It was quiet, so quiet that goose bumps made noise as they popped up on her skin.

The breeze couldn’t have been responsible for the knocking sound, could it?

About to turn back into the house, she stopped when she heard a man’s voice.

“Hello, there. Is anything wrong?” A tall shadowy figure left the gravel path winding around the colony of resort bungalows and headed toward her. “Do you need some help?”

Oh dear! Elizabeth clasped the edges of her robe even tighter. She definitely wasn’t dressed for company, especially male company, and someone she didn’t know.

“No, thank you. Everything’s fine.” She slipped back over the threshold.

Before she had a chance to close the door, the man had hurried, and now stood on the front step under the outside light fixture. “Pardon me, but aren’t you from the restaurant here?” He didn’t pause for her to reply. “I was wondering if I might have a glass of water. It’s a long walk from the main resort.”

She recognized him. It was the man from the patio who’d ordered the nachos. His eyes, from behind his glasses, were the most vivid green she’d ever seen. They seemed to sparkle at her, just as the stars had. His beard was neatly trimmed, accentuating his high cheekbones and oval face. He looked trustworthy, non-threatening. Plus he was a guest at Sol de Caliente.

Her decision made, she bit her lower lip. “Ah, sure. If you’ll wait here, I’ll get it.”

Pivoting on her heel, she rushed to the refrigerator and took out the water pitcher. She poured a glass, turned around, and then yelped. The man had followed her into the kitchen.

“Oh, I... you, ah, startled me.” She thrust the water at him. “Here.”

“Thanks. You’re very kind.” He took the glass. As he sipped, he slowly wandered into the living area. His keen gaze took everything in as if he was absolutely fascinated.

She tapped her bare toes against the tiled floor. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but as you can tell I’m not exactly dressed to entertain. And I did not invite you in.”

His smile was warm and open. “True, but I didn’t think you’d mind. I’m curious about this little house you have.” He sniffed the air. “Do I smell lavender?”

The man had the temerity to make himself comfortable on the couch.

Still a safe distance away in the kitchen, she narrowed her gaze at him. “Yes, I took your advice about lavender oil for my sunburn. But, listen--”

“Paul.”

“Paul, I must insist you leave.”

He lifted an eyebrow as if waiting for something. What did he want?

Oh. “My name’s Elizabeth. Now please, if you don’t go, I’ll have to--”

“I know your name. I asked Jasmine. Lovely Lizzie suits you.”

Lovely Lizzie. As impossible as it sounded, the earth actually stopped spinning. At least, for Elizabeth it did. Although she would’ve sworn she had never seen this man before today, her vortex visions had reminded her. Only one person had ever called her Lovely Lizzie. Could this man possibly be the same Paul who had volunteered at the hospital with her twenty years ago?

Hope you enjoy this book!!

Susanne

Susanne Marie Knight
http://www.susanneknight.com/
Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist!
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Now Available: A Karmic Connection (Amazon)
Elizabeth and Paul went their separate ways twenty years ago. When their paths cross again, will they heed the psychic signs that they are meant to be together
Coming May: The Minx Tobin Mystery Series: The Embezzled Envelope--Case Six (Desert Breeze Publishing)
An old embezzlement case takes on a new twist: murder. When Minx tries to clear her good friend’s name, she gets burned... literally.

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NOAH'S ARK - Prequel to the Chronicles of Kasouk - Sci-fi Romance by Vijaya Schartz


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When Trixie's starfreighter, Noah's Ark, drops out of jump space in an uncharted part of the universe, she believes the M-class planet on her viewer represents hope and salvation for her motley crew and the ragtag settlers aboard her ship.

Kostas, ex Space Marine, the expert survivalist recruited for this expedition, doesn't believe in coincidences, and knows that when something looks too good to be true, it usually is.

Everyone on this voyage to seed a new planet with life, is running from something, and harbors dangerous secrets... including Trixie, who vowed to never let a man control her life again. As for Kostas, he would get lynched on the spot if anyone suspected who he really is.

But on this seemingly abandoned planet, others are watching, herding them for evil purposes... And when the truth emerges and secrets unravel, Trixie and Kostas will have to fight for survival, for freedom, and for the right to love...

EXCERPT:
 
Kostas glanced at the man’s retreating back and smiled at Trixie. "Captain, may I have a word?"

"Make it brief." She rubbed her gloved hands together.
"I took the liberty of loading two large pallets of weapons." Kostas pointed to the place in the column where he’d positioned them.
"How typical!" Trixie’s voice erupted loud and cutting, with a hint of exasperated sarcasm. "I specifically requested survival supplies only." She counted on her gloved fingers. "Livestock, food, medicine, tools..."
Her attitude sluiced Kostas like an icy shower. Tempted to clam up, he decided otherwise but struggled to keep his tone neutral and low. "You’ll need these weapons if whoever shot us down comes looking for us."
"We were shot down by automated defenses on the small moon." Trixie shook her head in obvious frustration. "No one manned the guns. We detected no ships in the vicinity."
Trusting his instincts, Kostas refused to capitulate. "Still..."
"Still what?" She took a quick breath. "You military types are all alike. Shoot first, think later. These pallets could have carried more food rations."
Kostas ground his teeth, then struggled to keep his voice civil. "I beg to disagree, Captain. Whoever built that moon station did it for a reason. Some advanced civilization staked a claim on this planet, and they may return at any time."
"If they ever return." Trixie’s visible efforts to calm herself failed as her voice rose again. "That battery of cannons might have been on the moon for centuries. That race may never come back, or not in this millennium. But without food, many of these people will die of starvation or related disease before the end of the winter."
"Hold it, Captain." Kostas wouldn’t let her blame him for doing the right thing. "We still might be able to get more rations tomorrow."
"Orders are orders, soldier." Her voice dropped to a quiet but threatening level. "I expect you of all people to follow them to the letter."
Kostas refused to apologize for his actions. "May I remind you, Captain, that we are not on your ship anymore. You have no authority on land, and I am the survival expert on this expedition."
She just stared at him, open-mouthed. Afraid he’d say something he might regret, Kostas tightened his jaw and held Trixie’s glare without flinching. She didn’t flinch either. So much fire in those cool blue eyes. Damn! She was beautiful when angry.

HAPPY READING!

This book is now the first in the series, since it's a sequel, coming before WHITE TIGER (book one), RED LEOPARD (book two), BLACK JAGUAR (book three) and BLUE LIONESS (book four)

WHITE TIGER, already available in eBook for a while, is now also available in paperback.

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