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Hey there :)
Sorry I've been so quiet--transitioning to a new phase in life, which has turned a bit insane. I'm working on my Tibbs Halloween story, and will be posting that next week, as well as hopefully nailing down those unwritten story posts.
ANd possibly a Halloween themed original book, depending on if the cover is ready :)
Anyway, the next in the Strategic Affair series is out now. It is called Fight or Flight.
Fight or Flight is finally out!!
You can find it at Amazon, Smashwords and ARE, with B&N to come, hopefully soon!
Here is an excerpt!
“You need to stay behind. You're not a hundred percent and this could get hairy.”
Steel let out a growl at the calm tone from Barry, and shook his head. He knew he wasn’t in fighting shape yet, but he’d been working on healing and stretching his injured muscles daily, trying to make his broken rib move without pain. He wasn’t ready to accept this without a fight, natural stubbornness rising to the surface along with the itch of him not wanting to be left in the cold while the team risked their lives.
It’d been only three days since he’d been shot—three days of being in the safehouse with Barry, Patrick, fellow agent Falcon, the guards who ate on their off times and worked out, but didn’t communicate much with the rest of them. And the gorgeous redhead. Jenna. Ronan’s ex wife. Ronan’s current partner, with Steel laid up.
This staying behind thing sucked.
The three bullets he’d taken had done enough damage to lay him up for a few days, maybe even the required week of rest, but not enough to completely incapacitate him He had a broken rib, a badly torn thigh muscle that was giving him almost as much trouble as the damn rib. He’d taken two bullets there in his leg, one up by the thigh and one down by the knee. Both sides of the same aching leg.
He knew damn well he’d be a liability in the field, but that didn’t mean he had to like being so helpless, being such a drain on the team right now. He’d just gotten this job, and the last thing he wanted to do was stay behind, no doubt babysat by one of the guards.
It all smacked of “be a good boy while Mommy and Daddy go out.” and he resented the hell out of that on all levels. “I can walk,” Steel protested, barely biting back a growl. They didn’t need to waste time on this shit when they had someone to protect and answers to get.
“You limp!” Jenna shot back, tossing her hair. It streamed down her back, a russet waterfall. Steel would not look at Ronan, would not see if he was being effected. She was gorgeous and they all knew it.
Yeah, this sucked. It one hundred percent sucked.
“Here’s how we’re doing this,” Barry continued, ignoring Steel’s protests. “Falcon will drive.”
“I can drive! I don’t need enhanced mobility in order to drive! Put Falcon out there and let me drive! You need more manpower. By having me drive, but free up the big guys and he can—”
“Sterling!” Jenna replied in a warning tone, and Ro grabbed his hand, squeezing hard.
Sorry I've been so quiet--transitioning to a new phase in life, which has turned a bit insane. I'm working on my Tibbs Halloween story, and will be posting that next week, as well as hopefully nailing down those unwritten story posts.
ANd possibly a Halloween themed original book, depending on if the cover is ready :)
Anyway, the next in the Strategic Affair series is out now. It is called Fight or Flight.
Fight or Flight is finally out!!
Ronan almost lost Steel when their assignment went to hell.And even though they connected, Steel’s busy erecting walls to keep Ronan faraway. But Ronan has no plans to lose his new lover. It’s fight or flight time,and Ronan’s battle plan involves Steel begging for more. And Ronan has nointention of losing this battle of lusty wills. Steel doesn’t stand a chance!
You can find it at Amazon, Smashwords and ARE, with B&N to come, hopefully soon!
Here is an excerpt!
“You need to stay behind. You're not a hundred percent and this could get hairy.”
Steel let out a growl at the calm tone from Barry, and shook his head. He knew he wasn’t in fighting shape yet, but he’d been working on healing and stretching his injured muscles daily, trying to make his broken rib move without pain. He wasn’t ready to accept this without a fight, natural stubbornness rising to the surface along with the itch of him not wanting to be left in the cold while the team risked their lives.
It’d been only three days since he’d been shot—three days of being in the safehouse with Barry, Patrick, fellow agent Falcon, the guards who ate on their off times and worked out, but didn’t communicate much with the rest of them. And the gorgeous redhead. Jenna. Ronan’s ex wife. Ronan’s current partner, with Steel laid up.
This staying behind thing sucked.
The three bullets he’d taken had done enough damage to lay him up for a few days, maybe even the required week of rest, but not enough to completely incapacitate him He had a broken rib, a badly torn thigh muscle that was giving him almost as much trouble as the damn rib. He’d taken two bullets there in his leg, one up by the thigh and one down by the knee. Both sides of the same aching leg.
He knew damn well he’d be a liability in the field, but that didn’t mean he had to like being so helpless, being such a drain on the team right now. He’d just gotten this job, and the last thing he wanted to do was stay behind, no doubt babysat by one of the guards.
It all smacked of “be a good boy while Mommy and Daddy go out.” and he resented the hell out of that on all levels. “I can walk,” Steel protested, barely biting back a growl. They didn’t need to waste time on this shit when they had someone to protect and answers to get.
“You limp!” Jenna shot back, tossing her hair. It streamed down her back, a russet waterfall. Steel would not look at Ronan, would not see if he was being effected. She was gorgeous and they all knew it.
Yeah, this sucked. It one hundred percent sucked.
“Here’s how we’re doing this,” Barry continued, ignoring Steel’s protests. “Falcon will drive.”
“I can drive! I don’t need enhanced mobility in order to drive! Put Falcon out there and let me drive! You need more manpower. By having me drive, but free up the big guys and he can—”
“Sterling!” Jenna replied in a warning tone, and Ro grabbed his hand, squeezing hard.