I was approached by Tantor Media for the audio rights to my Savage Warrior series. When the terms were satisfactory to both of us, I accepted, and now the warriors you love will be coming to audiobook! I'm so excited!
Also, I'm beginning to get the books into print, so if you or anyone you know would rather read paperbacks instead of eBooks, you will be able to get your hands on these soon.
And now for an excerpt from Broken and Beautiful, Savage Warriors book 5, which is coming in 5 days! You can preorder here.
“Like a jail,” I say calmly. “They put traumatized children in jail.”
“Yes, I suppose. Oh look, there’s Jax.” And there is definite relief in his voice. “Jax!”
Jax is leaning against the wall beside the heavy door, and at our approach, he straightens. “Alice,” he says.
His voice is low and raspy, and he draws out my name like it’s a tasty sweet melting on his tongue. I don’t know if he’s trying for sexy or if it’s natural, but either way, there’s no denying he can make the simple act of voicing one’s name seem like an invitation to do naughty things beneath the sheets.
No one has ever said my name like that before. No one has ever looked at me the way he looks at me, either. Angry, interested…lustful.
I turn up my nose. “Kill anyone today?”
He squints at me. “Three or…” He frowns, thinking hard. “Four. Yes, I’ve killed four men this morning. Why do you ask?”
Tabon snorts. “Jax, your courtship knowledge is sorely lacking.”
I widen my eyes and my gaze flies to Jax, who only grins. Courtship? Are they mocking me? I swallow hard and glare at both of them. “I want to see the children you have caged inside.”
Jax lifts an eyebrow and looks at Tabon. “You should not have brought her here.”
“She brought me,” Tabon says. “You know I am helpless against domineering women.”
“Domineering!” I put my hands on my hips. “I am not domineering. Now open that door this instant.”
They snicker but Jax, with a bow and flourish, turns to open the door for me. “My lady,” he says. “By all means, come see the children. And, to protect your delicate sensibilities, let me warn you—they are not human.”
“I don’t care that they’re not human,” I spit, angrier by the second.
“Why are you angry?” he asks, all innocence.
“You have a talent for rubbing me the wrong way,” I say, marching past him when he opens the door.
He grabs my arm. “Alice. I can rub you any way you like. Let me demonstrate.”
Before I can even process his words, he drags me into his arms. As I open my mouth to yell he lowers his lips to mine, slides his hand over my breast, and pushes his leg between my thighs. Very high up.
He’s like a storm, as are the immediate feelings that rush over me. My body wars with my mind, and for a few seconds, I’m battered with emotions—confusion, excitement, anger…
And then with lust.
I’ve had sex. With one man. It was calm and predictable, and after we broke up, I never found—or looked for—another partner. He was like me. Quiet, unassuming, mannerly, and proper. We never even did oral sex because neither of us liked it. Actually, having never had it, I wasn’t sure if I would have liked it, but having someone down there, doing that, just seemed…no.
I know it’s wrong and I know I should absolutely not enjoy it when a man yanks me into his arms and begins touching me inappropriately and kissing me like he’s about to crawl inside me. His lips are hard and soft and luscious and sexy and hot and I may pass out, I think, if he doesn’t let me go.
But I think I might die if he does.
He plops me back down onto my feet and backs away, smiling. “Was that the right way to rub you, Alice?”
Get Jax! 🖤