by Angel Payne
Her mouth, curved as a bow but set in lines of take-no-shit attitude, parted to reveal the tight lock of her perfect porcelain teeth. Whatever inch of his cock hadn’t stood up and taken notice before was sure as hell at attention from her ballsy move now.
Ballsy. Yeah, he’d really just gone there. He’d stand solidly by the call, too. How this flawless representation of her gender could also represent for solid steel cojones, Kell was mystified to explain—but he prayed to learn that secret. He longed to know all her secrets.
“Holy fuck,” Tait murmured.
“Uh huh,” he muttered back.
It was only then that he noticed the goddess brandished an accessory besides that body, those eyes, those lips, and that hair. She handled the twelve-inch diving knife like an expert.
A pissed-off expert.
“Either of you move a muscle, your testicles are fish food.”
He forced himself to heed the words instead of letting her silken alto wrap its magic around his dick. Too late. His crotch was the first stop on her voice’s magical mystery tour through his body. His nerve endings begged his ears for more. His chest pounded, held mercy by the crazy cavalcade of his heartbeat.
Christ. He’d never experienced anything like this before. Had some alien taken over his body and hardwired it for servitude to every sound, stare, and move this woman made?
This woman. How the hell was a woman doing this to him?
“Hey,” he shocked himself by locating his voice. “We don’t want any trouble, okay?”
“Is that so?” She flipped her hair from one shoulder to the other, making the lavender lights dance all over her head again. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that when you trespassed on my property, threw a vodka bottle into my garden, and started fighting like drunk asses on my beach.” She crimped that gorgeous bow mouth at him. “Oh, you’ve got trouble, buddy. It’s me.”
He and Tait went back to not breathing again. Finally, Tait broke their silence. “I—I think I’m hallucinating.”
Kellan swallowed hard.
“I think I’m in love.”
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Coming Soon
Tait, Kellan and their new “Trouble” are headed your way in February 2014…
Wet For Her Warriors
Book 5 in the W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces Series
Tait Bommer’s call-sign, T-Bomb, has never described him more accurately. When he’s not pissing someone off or scaring them witless, he’s now the First Special Forces Group’s official loose cannon, responsible for a major screw-up on their most recent mission. His mess has earned him two weeks of mandated R&R on the shores of Kauai, where the ultimatum is clear: straighten out his head, or don’t return to active duty. But he’s such a train wreck that even his best friend, Kellan Rush, isn’t happy about having to pull babysitting duty.
When the guys find their island reverie interrupted on by a stranger bearing nothing but a glare, a Bowie knife, and a lot of curves in a tiny bikini, they wonder if the trip hasn’t been hijacked by the island spirits—because surely they’ve found a goddess in the dark-haired beauty who not only sees their scars, but opens their spirits by slowly exposing her wounds.
“Therapy” takes on magical new meaning, when three illicit desires collide in nights of explosive passion…and their goddess’s sweet submission. Punishment has become a paradise neither man wants to leave—but old wounds are pried open between the friends when an old adversary appears and threatens to steal their goddess forever. Tait and Kellan must decide to let jealousy and anger triumph, risking the life and happiness of the woman they love, or bury old rivalries, and unite as brothers at arms once more.
ANGEL PAYNE is thrilled to be writing about courageous men of honor and the women who love them. She began writing passionately in high school, and moved on to pen her way to departmental honors for English at Chapman University in Southern California. Her kaleidoscope of a past includes gigs as a fashion ramp model, music industry production assistant, nightclub disc jockey, and over twenty years in the meeting planning and hospitality industries. Her passions include pop culture, alt rock, super heroes, shoes, coffee, and enjoying an active life in the outdoors with family and friends. She still lives in Southern California with her gorgeous daughter and amazing stud of a husband.
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Table of Contents
RAZE THE BARN
TIE THE KNOTS
DIAMONDS IN THE RAIN
MOONRISE