* Be careful ... this man will SMUGGLE your HEART away *
DAY THREE FOR THE MENAGE-A-BLOG
Here we are again - third day of the Menage A Blog Tour hosted by the Indie Book Collective and for those who've been living under a rock the past two days, this is the event YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS. All week, as you visit the participating author's sites, leave a comment and their book is yours for.... FREE! Absolutely, positively, given with a HUGE SMILE free! I've been having a blast sponsoring a variety of my favorite authors and today is NO DIFFERENT. Today, I'm celebrating Regan Black and her AWESOME urban fantasy book, Tracking Shadows. If there's another genre that I love just as much as romance, it's urban fantasy and this book was RIGHT UP MY ALLEY. In fact, I might go skulking in an alley in the hopes of meeting SLICK MICKY. Man, I feel like a FLOOZY ... each day a different guy but hey, I'm The Bookish Snob and SWOONING is my business! So, you guys are in for a REAL TREAT! When I first signed up to sponsor the FABULOUS Regan Black, I asked for something fun to share. Something us romance addicts could SINK OUR TEETH INTO. "Just give me something SWOONY" I emailed her and what she sent back was NOTHING short of pure, unadulterated, "I want to rip you from the book and have my way with you" PERFECTION. If you walk away with nothing else today, GO CLAIM THIS BOOK because Slick Micky had me in KNOTS. Want to see what Regan sent? Think you can handle a sexy smuggler with a HEART OF GOLD? I think you can too....
In this excerpt, Trina and Micky are in a dark atrium on the roof of his secret warehouse. He needs to know who hired her, but she's still trying to find an escape.
"Assume I let you go. What will you do?"
Trina opened her mouth, hesitated, and snapped it shut. Conversing with a shadow was bad enough, but she didn't have an answer to that question. Going to Montalbano was no option. Even if she repaid the deposit, he'd probably already hired someone new to take her out, someone other than her currently offline alter ego.
"I'd leave." It galled her, but running was her best option.
A movement drew her attention. Joel-Micky-whoever stared at her, only half in shadow now. "You'd just ditch the sabotage and leave me and mine alone?"
"Why does that shock you?" She bristled at the things that didn't change. He'd always looked at her like a bumbling nuisance. Maybe it was best to stick the sheet metal in his neck and throw herself to the next rooftop.
"Trina." She didn't like the tender exasperation in his voice. It made her feel things. Impossible things. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to keep you sedated to protect my team. Just tell me who put you up to this and you're free to go."
"You have my word."
"Would that be the word of the dead guy or the criminal mastermind?" The aggravating man didn't even flinch. "You don't even know, you're so lost to this delusion
of power." Irritated, wanting to irritate him too, she used her skill, projecting a disconcerting image of a burning car into the atrium.
The voice roared at her ear as the light went out and she struggled to make sense of a rash of sensations. It was impossible to feel the heat of his body when her eyes confirmed he was standing several paces away. But his breath was a warm caress at her ear, his arms banded around her, drawing her close to his solid body. Her makeshift weapon clattered near her feet and he kicked it away.
She was surrounded by him. He filled her senses, overwhelmed her with fiery touches until she knew she'd lost the battle with her horrible curse. She twisted, trying to free herself from the illusion even as she prayed it would put an end to her misery.
"Stop fighting me."
Trina went still, tuning out the physical input to mentally question her recent choices. She'd returned to Chicago a messy mix of sentiment and revenge and the strain had obviously caused a terrible rift in her mind.
Oh, her body wanted to sink into the hot comfort of Joel. His warm scent, his strong touch. Except he couldn't actually be touching her when he was standing there watching her meltdown.
Which meant it must be someone else surrounding her or some tech trick. She squirmed, attempting to twist out of whatever invisible thing held her, or held her mind. The invisible restraints felt too much like a warm embrace and she moaned, desperate for
something she couldn't pin down. Capture or freedom? She felt a feathery touch on her lips and turned her head toward the source, keeping her eyes closed tight so her vision would stop fighting her other senses. If this was a psychotic break, it was one helluva way to go.
Her other senses were flying on a fantasy so rich, she could almost believe she was kissing Joel. She lifted her hands to where his shoulders would be. In her mind he was solid and real and warm under her palms. She gripped, fingers fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer until her breasts were pressed hard against his wide, hot, imaginary chest.
She heard him speak her name, a soft rush of breathy emotion against her jaw, then lower across her throat and back up to her tease her ear. Her fantasy was so rich, so detailed that her fingers ruffled his thick hair and traced his stubbled jaw. She sighed as his hand smoothed across her hip, heating her skin as he traced her curves.
Even knowing it was insane, she gave herself up to the sheer joy of the amazing illusion. It was her last chance. If Slick Micky let her go, Montalbano would make her dead before she left town. If the smuggler kept her, she'd likely be dead from the aneurism that was the most likely cause of this…this incredible, indefinable moment.
Her head fell back and she hoped this didn't end too soon. His hands were everywhere and she was molding her body to his, soft curves to hard planes, cataloging the sensations in her mind to keep with her for as many days as she might have left. Tumbling through the storm of dusty wishes from her past and the prickling impossibility of her present, she reached up to cradle his face, to bring his lips to hers.
I couldn't get my fill of this book, of the characters, the action and the chemistry between Micky and Trina. I'm hoping we get to see MUCH, MUCH, MUCH more of them because ONE BOOK IS NOT ENOUGH!! So Regan.... get to writing! So head over to Regan's Site now and let her know The Bookish Snob said "We need more Slick Micky" and also include the term Shadow Kissed in the comments. Then before you know it, TRACKING SHADOWS IS YOURS!
Just for fun, here's a question to answer...
JUST HOW DANGEROUS DO YOU LOVE YOUR MEN?