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taylorgibbs) wrote2012-10-04 10:10 am
taylorgibbs) wrote2012-10-04 10:10 am
New original fiction out!
I've bundled together the first four Strategic Affair books. B&N seems to be very slow on the upload, so I'm going to hold off on linking them.
Strategic Affair The Beginning contains:
Going Under
Sparking the Fire
Interlude
Racing Fate
It is almost 25,000 words and by buying the single volume, you save 50% over buying individually!
Check out the amazing cover![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wintermute_lj did, as well as an excerpt, under the cut!
You can find the book for sale at Amazon, Smashwords, and All Romance Ebooks. Kobo, B&N, Sony, and Ibookstore will have it in a couple of weeks.
Former Special Ops men, Ronan and Steel are bored with their post-military lives. They’re both looking for adventure. They find it in spades when they’re thrust into their first assignment together. As the lust sizzles between them, they need to find a way to balance work and pleasure, or they could lose everything.
And an excerpt, this one from Going Under, first book in the series.
Steel had the man in his field of vision for about ten minutes when he finally abandoned his table. Something told Steel that this was his guy, even though he couldn’t see any medallion glinting in the dim light. It didn’t hurt that he was older than most of the people in the crowd and that he had a look about him that screamed “been there, done that.”
Steel sipped his drink as the man traversed the dance floor, winding around people, trying to make his approach much more subtle than the beeline Steel could tell it was. As he slowly approached, Steel turned away, casually buttoning his shirt and covering the medallion. It wouldn’t do to show his hand too soon, after all. Not if there was fun to be had. He had his drink, but the flirting hadn’t even begun yet, and he was a man who believed in meeting or exceeding his own goals.
When the guy leaned against the bar beside him, Steel cocked his head, giving the guy a sidelong glance. At a distance he’d looked interesting, but up close? That was another thing entirely. He was maybe late thirties or early forties with thick curly brown hair that looked naturally sun-streaked rather than made up in a salon. Steel caught a glimpse of deep sapphire eyes that might have taken his breath away if he hadn’t been focused on his mission.
Who the hell was he kidding? The guy’s eyes had taken his breath away. Steel just wasn’t that easy. He growled quietly, trying to settle himself.
The deep spice of some expensive aftershave tickled his nose, blending with something sunny and just a shade dangerous. The guy was his height, maybe an inch taller, and he had a look that most people didn’t have here, the look of someone who had been around the block a few times.
“Scotch, neat. Tell me how much,” the guy said to the bartender, his voice holding a thread of command. This was a guy who was very used to giving orders. Unremarkable accent, no dialect that Steel could pick up on through those few words. There certainly wasn’t a Southern drawl or the harsh sounds of Boston or New York.
After the man’s drink arrived, he pivoted and leaned his back against the bar, his body language mirroring Steel’s. Great way to establish camaraderie, Steel thought, feeling more and more like this was his man. He risked a more direct glance over, but didn’t see anything that was the medallion around the man’s throat, or even wrist.
“Come here often?”
Even though Steel had been expecting contact, the man’s question caused a jolt through his body, settling somewhere below his navel. Damn, it had been too long since he’d been laid if this was all it took to get things started.
“Virgin,” Steel replied, lips curving into a smile. “You?”
“No virgin here,” the man shot back, smirking, the flash of white teeth almost sharklike before his lips closed.
Strategic Affair The Beginning contains:
Going Under
Sparking the Fire
Interlude
Racing Fate
It is almost 25,000 words and by buying the single volume, you save 50% over buying individually!
Check out the amazing cover
wintermute_lj did, as well as an excerpt, under the cut!You can find the book for sale at Amazon, Smashwords, and All Romance Ebooks. Kobo, B&N, Sony, and Ibookstore will have it in a couple of weeks.
Former Special Ops men, Ronan and Steel are bored with their post-military lives. They’re both looking for adventure. They find it in spades when they’re thrust into their first assignment together. As the lust sizzles between them, they need to find a way to balance work and pleasure, or they could lose everything.
And an excerpt, this one from Going Under, first book in the series.
Steel had the man in his field of vision for about ten minutes when he finally abandoned his table. Something told Steel that this was his guy, even though he couldn’t see any medallion glinting in the dim light. It didn’t hurt that he was older than most of the people in the crowd and that he had a look about him that screamed “been there, done that.”
Steel sipped his drink as the man traversed the dance floor, winding around people, trying to make his approach much more subtle than the beeline Steel could tell it was. As he slowly approached, Steel turned away, casually buttoning his shirt and covering the medallion. It wouldn’t do to show his hand too soon, after all. Not if there was fun to be had. He had his drink, but the flirting hadn’t even begun yet, and he was a man who believed in meeting or exceeding his own goals.
When the guy leaned against the bar beside him, Steel cocked his head, giving the guy a sidelong glance. At a distance he’d looked interesting, but up close? That was another thing entirely. He was maybe late thirties or early forties with thick curly brown hair that looked naturally sun-streaked rather than made up in a salon. Steel caught a glimpse of deep sapphire eyes that might have taken his breath away if he hadn’t been focused on his mission.
Who the hell was he kidding? The guy’s eyes had taken his breath away. Steel just wasn’t that easy. He growled quietly, trying to settle himself.
The deep spice of some expensive aftershave tickled his nose, blending with something sunny and just a shade dangerous. The guy was his height, maybe an inch taller, and he had a look that most people didn’t have here, the look of someone who had been around the block a few times.
“Scotch, neat. Tell me how much,” the guy said to the bartender, his voice holding a thread of command. This was a guy who was very used to giving orders. Unremarkable accent, no dialect that Steel could pick up on through those few words. There certainly wasn’t a Southern drawl or the harsh sounds of Boston or New York.
After the man’s drink arrived, he pivoted and leaned his back against the bar, his body language mirroring Steel’s. Great way to establish camaraderie, Steel thought, feeling more and more like this was his man. He risked a more direct glance over, but didn’t see anything that was the medallion around the man’s throat, or even wrist.
“Come here often?”
Even though Steel had been expecting contact, the man’s question caused a jolt through his body, settling somewhere below his navel. Damn, it had been too long since he’d been laid if this was all it took to get things started.
“Virgin,” Steel replied, lips curving into a smile. “You?”
“No virgin here,” the man shot back, smirking, the flash of white teeth almost sharklike before his lips closed.