Publication date: September 15th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
~Synopsis~
Danger and Desire: Ten Steamy Romantic Suspense Novels
Hold on tight for ten tales of intrigue and passion from New York Times Bestselling and award-winning authors. Men in uniform, sexy spies and pulse-pounding action fill over 650,000 words of this limited edition boxed set.
New York Times Bestseller Katie Reus – Sensual Surrender
RITA Award Winning Author Carolyn Crane – Against the Dark
USA Today Bestseller Pamela Clare – Skin Deep
New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love
Dee J. Adams – Against the Wall
USA Today Bestseller Norah Wilson
USA Today Bestseller VK Sykes – Lethal Confessions
Amber Lin
USA Today Bestseller Misty Evans
New York Times Bestseller Kaylea Cross
RITA Award Winning Author Carolyn Crane – Against the Dark
USA Today Bestseller Pamela Clare – Skin Deep
New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love
Dee J. Adams – Against the Wall
USA Today Bestseller Norah Wilson
USA Today Bestseller VK Sykes – Lethal Confessions
Amber Lin
USA Today Bestseller Misty Evans
New York Times Bestseller Kaylea Cross
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~Excerpt from Singed by Kaylea Cross~
Excerpt from Singed by Kaylea Cross
He leaned even closer, placed his hands on
the counter on either side of her to cage her in, all the while holding her
gaze. “No,” he said again, softer this time.
A spurt of panic flickered in her eyes. She
tried to duck out from under his arm but he blocked her easily, pinning her
hips with his own. Her head snapped up, those wide gray eyes filled with shock
as she felt his erection pressing into her belly. She jerked her eyes away,
swallowed again. “Let me go. Right now, Gage, I mean it.”
She was strung so tight she was on the verge
of shattering. A volcano about to erupt. And God, he’d love nothing more than
to incinerate in the ensuing explosion with her. He wasn’t worried about her
hurting him. Whatever she could dish out, he could take it and more. “No.”
His calm tone acted like a trigger. With an
inarticulate sound of rage, she twisted and shoved at his shoulders. Gage
caught her wrists and quickly shifted her away from the counter, backed her up
against the kitchen wall and pinned her there with his weight. He had only a
moment for his brain to register the feel of her soft curves molded to him
before she began struggling, trying to shove him away. Not happening.
He held her there, refusing to back down.
Her teeth were bared, eyes narrowed, breath coming in short gasps. Low, animal
sounds came from her throat as she fought and got nowhere. He could tell it
infuriated her more that he’d subdued her so easily, overpowered her with his
greater strength. Recognizing she couldn’t win, after a minute or two she
stilled, quivering with fury, every line of her luscious body rigid with anger
and outrage. With him so close she was forced to tilt her head back to look into
his face. The warm puffs of her uneven breaths bathed his skin.
“Fuck you, let me go,” she snapped, her
voice ragged, tight with emotion.
Hands holding her wrists on either side of
her head, he waited for her to calm down and meet his gaze. At last she did and
he could see the turmoil written there. All the anger and pain, the physical
need she was trying to hide from him. Her sweet citrus scent, intensified by
her increased body heat, swirled around him. He could get drunk on her so
easily. Just lean down and put his mouth to the rapidly thrumming pulse in her
neck, taste that soft, fragrant skin.
Holding her gaze, he let one heartbeat of
charged silence spread between them. Another. Letting her know without words
that he was fully capable of keeping her like this for as long as he wanted.
His body was primed, begging him to grab her, tear that tight black skirt and
top off her and force her to vent everything that was eating at her from the
inside, replace it with white-hot sexual release.
The throb between his legs bordered on
painful. He shifted his hips against her and bit back a moan at the feel of her
against his erection, noting the way her pupils expanded and her nostrils
flared. The evidence of her arousal kicked his lust into high gear. Gage forced
himself to take a single, calming breath, waited until the roar in his ears
subsided. If this was the last time he got to have her, he was going to make it
one hell of a goodbye.
Staring straight into her eyes, he released
her wrists and murmured, “Turn it loose.”
~INTERVIEW: Kaylea Cross~
1.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you
do about it?
Ugh, yes, and it drives me crazy! I know some writers claim to
never suffer from this evil affliction, but I certainly do and I hate every
second of it. Usually I just need to back away for a while or maybe rethink the
scene I’m working on. Oftentimes it’s because I don’t have a clear enough
vision about what I’m writing or what I want to happen in the scene/chapter. I
have to be able to visualize it first on my mental movie screen, then I can
write it down. That’s just my process.
2.
How do you develop your plot and characters?
I think of a really bare bones plot, and then wonder what sort
of characters would be most interesting in that situation. I usually have some
vague idea of how the story will at least start or finish, then I come up with
the characters and first figure out their goals, motivations and conflicts. I
like to have the bones all laid out before I go any further, and I also add
physical characteristics, personality quirks, etc.
3.
What is the hardest part about writing for you?
Ugh, the drafting process! Some books are easier for me than
others, but there have been a few that I literally fought through, each
chapter, one by one. That’s always hard, when a book fights me like that. Lucky
for me, I’m stubborn in a quiet way, so eventually I get through it. But
sometimes when things are really not going well, I fantasize about stabbing my
laptop screen. Ha
4.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
I love to quilt, paint, garden, bake and make my house cozy and
tidy. Kind of like a Martha Stewart wannabe, but less fancy. Lol
5.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
I’m working on my 25th right now (I know, I can’t
believe it! either), and my favorite of all time has to be Absolution, the final
book of the Suspense Series. It features Luke Hutchinson, my absolute favorite
of all my heroes. I have such a crush on him!
6.
How do you do research for your books?
It depends, but I read lots of articles online, or watch
documentaries or interviews. Youtube can be surprisingly informative, I’ve
found. I also am fortunate to have a couple of really solid military and former
Spec Ops contacts who I can bounce random questions off of. I’ve been really
lucky with them! My Bagram Series is
the most heavily researched. I hate flying but I’ve gone up in helicopters to
get the feel of flying in one, I’ve interviewed flight instructors, pilots
(including a Navy pilot who survived a crash and an Army medevac pilot), flight
crews. I learned so much from those guys and I really appreciated their time
and input. I just made sure I didn’t tell them I was doing research for a
ROMANCE book until much later, and only if they asked. Every single time, they
were amazed that I would want that level of detail for a love story. (That’s
why I didn’t tell them up front!)
7.
What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to
learn about you?
I’ve had a few people comment, when they meet me in person, that
I’m nothing like what they expected. My books are pretty hard-hitting and my
characters are very strong, fiery people. I’m a total homebody and kind of shy,
and I’m a girly girl, love lace and roses and all that good stuff. I rarely
curse and I’m very introverted. Kind of the opposite of my kickass heroines and
military heroes!
8.
Tell us about a favorite character from a book.
Well, twist my arm! That would be Luke Hutchinson, of course, a
character in my first series (Suspense
Series), and the hero of the fifth and final book, Absolution. I love this
guy more than any of my other heroes. For real. There’s just something about
the way he’s suffered over the years, living a life of self-imposed isolation,
and I LOVED giving him his second shot at a happily-ever-after. That book
poured out of me and it’s still my favorite one to date. I don’t think any
other book I’ll ever write will ever come close in my heart.
9.
Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?
I do! I’m a bit of an old soul, so I love listening to old jazz
like Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong and the like. I find it very cozy and
soothing to curl up with my laptop with them crooning in the background,
especially in the fall and winter while I have the fireplace on. I do also
listen to playlists or certain tracks that pertain to the book I’m currently
working on. Sometimes I’ll hear a song on the radio that makes me think of a
certain character/scene, and I download it into a folder for that particular
book.
10.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
When I was six months pregnant with my second son and started
hemorrhaging on Christmas Day. That was not fun. But, the nearly three months
of bedrest that followed were responsible for launching my writing career, so
that was a good thing, and thankfully my son was born healthy at full term.
Still, very scary when I saw all that blood. I remember trying to stay very
still and calm, so I wouldn’t bleed faster.
11.
What are your favorite TV shows?
I love Modern Family and The Big Bang Theory, but mostly I watch
documentaries and things like that. Because I’m a nerd and love to learn,
especially if it has to do with history, the military, or the ocean.
~Excerpt from
Giving It Up by Amber Lin~
We stripped at the same time, both eager. I wanted to see his
body, to witness what he offered me, but it was dark in the room. Then he
kissed me back onto the bed, and there was no more time to wonder. The cheap
bedspread was rough and cool against my skin. His hands stroked over my breasts
and then played gently with my nipples.
My body responded, turning liquid, but something was wrong.
I’d had this problem before. Not everyone wanted to play rough,
but I was surprised that I’d misread him. His muscles were hard, the pads of
his fingers were calloused. I didn’t know how he could touch me so softly.
Everything about him screamed that he could hurt me, so why didn’t he?
I wanted him to have his nasty way with me, but every sweet
caress destroyed the illusion. My fantasy was to let him do whatever he wanted
with me, but not this.
“Harder,” I said. “I need it harder.”
Instead his hands gentled. The one that had been holding my
breast traced the curve around and under.
I groaned in frustration. “What’s wrong?”
He reached down, still breathing heavily, and pressed a finger
lightly to my cunt, then stroked upward through the moisture. I gasped, rocking
my hips to follow his finger.
“You like this,” he said.
Yes, I liked it. I was undeniably aroused but too aware. I needed
the emptiness of being taken. “I like it better rough.”
Colin frowned. My eyes widened at the ferocity of his expression.
In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my stomach. I lost my
breath from the surprise and impact. His left hand slid under my body between
my legs and cupped me. His right hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.
His erection throbbed beside my ass in promise. I wanted to beg him to fuck me,
but all I could do was gasp. He didn’t need to be told, though, and ground
against me, using my hair as a handle.
That small pain on my scalp was perfection, sharp and sweet.
Numbness spread through me, as did relief.
The pain dimmed. My arousal did too, but that was okay. I was
only vaguely aware of him continuing to work my body from behind.
I went somewhere else in my mind. I’d stay that way all night.
At least that’s what usually happened. Not this time. Instead I
felt light strokes on my hair, my arms, my back. His cock pulsed hot against my
thigh, but he didn’t try to put it inside me, not in any of the places it would
almost fit. His hands on me didn’t even feel sexual. He petted me, and I arched
into his caress.
“Why did you stop?” I meant it to come out demanding, but instead
I sounded weak. I hated sounding weak, especially about sex. He may be the one
with the cock and the fists, but I called the shots. I had to.
“Allie, shhh. It’s okay.” He was trying to soothe me, and it was
working. He turned me back over and began to kiss me, still murmuring words
against my lips. “I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry. Relax.” More words than
he’d spoken all night.
I was lost, my emotions all jumbled up from my arousal and my
high and subsequent low, at the mercy of this stranger.
~Excerpt from
Guarding Suzannah by Norah Wilson~
“Rise and shine, sweetheart.”
Suzannah groaned and tried to burrow deeper into the pillows,
grasping at the threads of her lovely dream. Hard masculine hands on her body,
gravel-voiced words of praise in her ear, hot mouth blazing over her skin...
“Come on, Suzannah. I got a dog at home whose gonna pee on my
brand new speakers if I don’t get home and let him out.”
Her eyes flew open. John Quigley. He’d stayed last night, and now
he was in her bedroom. She jackknifed up, the twisted sheets pooling in her
lap. “Of course. Go. Yes. By all means.” Oh, Lord, she was stammering.
“It’s early yet, barely dawn. I’d stay longer, but the dog...”
“The speakers. Right.” She pushed her hair back from her face and
glanced at the digital alarm. Not yet five a.m. She glanced back at John to
find his face had changed, sharpened with an edgy, dark intensity.
Oh, hell! Her nipples thrust sharply against her thin cotton
tank, thanks to that dream. A dream in which the man standing by her bed, mere
inches away, had played a starring role. For a wild, terrifying second, she
visualized herself reaching out to touch him as she might have in the dream,
her caress bold, sexual, deliberate. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in her mind
that he’d answer her need with gratifying urgency.
The idea was scary, dizzying, thrilling, incredibly powerful.
Then sanity returned.
She sank back down onto her pillows, pulling the covers up to her
chin and burrowing back into her pillow as though to go back to sleep. “Okay,”
she mumbled through the sheets. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“Whoa, whoa. Don’t go back to sleep just yet. I need you to throw
the deadbolt behind me. It’s getting lighter by the minute, but I’d feel better
if the bolt were thrown.”
Damn. “Okay.” She sat up again, this time with the sheets
modestly clamped to her chest. “Give me a sec. I’ll drag on a robe and meet you
down there.”
His eyes said eloquently that he wished she wouldn’t bother with
the robe, but he merely nodded and withdrew.
The moment she heard his tread on the stairs, she leapt out of
bed. Damn it, damn it, damn it! She strode into her walk-in closet and yanked a
silk robe off a hanger with less care than the garment deserved. Of all the men
in her world for her to fixate on, why this one? He was arrogant, pushy,
exasperating in the extreme. Too tough, too forceful, too ... yang.
And he was a cop.
So why did her body light up for him as it did for no other?
Chemistry. Random, unreasoning, unfortunate chemistry.
She pulled the robe on, wrapping it around her. Well, she never
had been very good at chemistry back in school. And she’d get along very well
without it fogging her brain again, thank you. On that thought, she cinched the
belt of her robe tightly around her waist and marched downstairs to lock
Detective John Quigley out of her house, and with any luck, out of her life.
~Excerpt from
Sensual Surrender by Katie Reus~
“I
won’t miss it,” he said, taking his planner and setting it down without looking
at it. He stared at his laptop, his fingers clacking away on the keys as he
spoke. “Besides, you’re coming with me to that one. I don’t know why you’re so
stressed today.”
She
bit her lip, trying to find the right words. Impossible ones she just needed to
get out. Maybe the silence was more weighted than she realized because he
looked up then, his blue eyes electric in their intensity.
“You
are going with me to that meeting?”
“Wyatt,
I’ve enjoyed working for you more than I can say.” She smoothed her hand down
her skirt again, a stupid nervous habit.
His
expression went flat. “You’re not quitting.”
She
blinked at his forceful tone. “I appreciate everything you did for me when I
graduated.” He’d given her a job right out of school. She’d just gotten her
Master’s in Business Administration and had been hungry to work. Landing a
position with one of the richest men in the country had been a dream come true.
She worked her ass off, but he compensated all his employees well and she loved
what she did. Leaving this position was one of the hardest decisions, but she
knew she had to do it. Once she told Kevin that she’d been fired—a tiny lie—she
wouldn’t be able to help him with whatever plan he had to rob the Serafina.
This was the only way.
Frowning,
Wyatt stood, pushing his chair back before rounding his desk. Wearing a
custom-made pinstriped suit, the tall man with midnight black hair and electric
blue eyes, that were so damn intense as to be scary, was giving her all his
focus. She didn’t like feeling as if she were under a microscope, but stood her
ground.
Crossing
his arms over his chest, he leaned against the front of his desk and faced off
with her. Even though he wasn’t as tall as Jay, the man was certainly
intimidating. She’d seen him use this glare with business associates and even
enemies before and had never thought to be on the receiving end of one of his
‘looks’. “Are you giving your resignation?” he asked quietly, disbelief
threading through every word.
Even
though she wanted to stay strong, she dropped her gaze and fished out the
folded piece of paper she’d tucked in the back of her skirt. It was slightly
wrinkled as she handed it to him. “I’m sorry that I can’t give you two weeks’
notice and if you won’t give me a reference I completely understand. I hope
that you will as I’ve enjoyed working here, but—”
“I’m
not accepting your resignation,” he said calmly, his bluntness taking her by
surprise. She forced herself to meet his gaze again. “Is this about you and
Jay? Are you guys having problems? Whatever this is about, we’ll work it out.
Do you want a raise? Hell, you deserve one so consider it done, effective
tomorrow.”
She shook her head, taken aback by the offer. “I…” For a brief
moment she thought of telling him that her thieving ex-boyfriend wanted her to
steal from him. If she didn’t work here anymore, the bastard couldn’t blackmail
her into anything. Which meant she’d become useless to Kevin and he’d leave her
alone. She knew how that rat Kevin operated. But if she stayed on as Wyatt’s
assistant, she’d always be a target for Kevin. He would keep coming at her
until someone in her life got hurt.
******Excerpt from Deadly Pursuit by Misty
Evans******
Taking two steps back, she pointed the gun at his chest. “Emilio
Paloma-Londano, you are under arrest by the United States government for
charges relating to the organization and running of the San Diego Mafia.” She
took a deep breath and one more step back as she watched Emilio’s face
transform from utter confusion to pure anger. “Drop to your stomach and put
your hands behind your head.”
He stood stock still, effectively refusing to lie down on the
ground, but all hell broke loose around them. FBI, DEA, and local police
officers emerged from the nearby lifeguard house and descended from the
boardwalk. Spotlights came on, illuminating Emilio, still standing, and Celina,
who managed to return her dress straps to her shoulders while never moving the
gun sight from Emilio’s heart. Their eyes locked on each other and though he
didn’t move or say a word, Celina felt the intensity of his hatred penetrating
every cell of her body.
Special Agent Quarters came up beside her and took the Glock from
her grip while she watched two police officers force Emilio face down in the
sand. Within seconds, his hands were cuffed and his rights read. She stood
there shaking, teeth chattering, arms crossed over her very wet, cold breasts.
The officers raised Emilio back to a standing position, and again the dark eyes
she knew well snapped to hers. Again she saw the depth of his anger. And then
he took her by surprise.
He ignored Quarters and spoke to someone behind Celina. “Give her
my jacket so she can cover herself.”
As Celina watched Emilio be led away, a soft warmth fell over her
shoulders and enveloped her. Instinctively she pulled it closer, stuffed her
arms into the sleeves. It was not Emilio’s jacket, but a red Billabong
sweatshirt.
She smiled as she turned to face Cooper. “Thank you,” she said,
forgetting the past few months of fear and manipulation the moment she saw his
face.
It was a beautiful face. Not in the pretty L.A. boy actor way.
Those types of faces she saw all the time and they were fake. No, Cooper’s was
a rugged beauty, deeply tanned and handsome. It was the controlled face of a
man who lived with danger every day for several decades.
His gaze was as serious as always as he stared down at her. “You
all right?”
“Better than fine.” Now that you’re here. Every time she stood
next to the DEA agent, she felt like she’d just downed a triple mocha latte
with whipped cream. Warm, buzzed, and ready for seconds. “How’d I do?”
He was silent for a moment, studying her. “You went off the rez
and we need to talk about that, but…you did okay, kid.”
Celina’s smile faltered. Kid? Kid? “I’m not a kid, Cooper. I’m
twenty-four years old.” She held his stern gaze. “I did better than okay and
you know it. I just nailed Emilio Londano.”
Said out loud, those words seemed to vibrate in the air. The moon
smiled down at her and she drew her first fearless breath in months. She felt a
sudden hot rush in her veins, a tingling sensation shooting through every cell
of her body.
Letting her head fall back on her shoulders, she let it come,
this rush of accomplishment instead of fear. It roared through her.
Laughing up at the sky, she sang out, “I did it! I arrested the
Lord of the Cartel World!” She took a few steps back, staring at the sky, and
held out her arms. Twirling, she let her herself enjoy the sweet tingle of
relief and success racing through her body.
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