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Mr. Pockface slugged Brent in the back of the neck with a forearm. Brent dropped to his knees. Fontana started toward him.
“Uh-uh,” the Bull warned.
She froze.
Brent held up a hand. “It’s okay, Fawn. Won’t be the first time I’ve been stripped in this fantasy.”
“Fawn,” Jimmy said with amusement. “I’ve got something special for you.”
“Take off your jacket and pants,” Pockface ordered Brent.
Brent pushed to his feet. He stripped off his jacket, then pulled open the fasteners on his waistband and pushed the trousers past his hips. If not for the revolver pointed at her, Fontana would have laughed. It seemed Brent just couldn’t help ending up naked in his fantasy. Though she couldn’t complain. His legs were a work of art. He abruptly paused in shucking the trousers from his second leg, and Fontana realized he was staring at the splintered doorjamb.
His gaze shifted to the gun Jimmy pointed, then to her, his eyes suddenly dark with anger, and Fontana realized he’d heard the shot but hadn’t known real bullets had been involved. Laser-beam Man appeared in the door, and crossed to him and Pockface.
“Strip her too,” the Bull said.
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On a planet turned to ice, only a warm heart is worth dying for.
When Major Kelly Andres wakes to find Major Byron Grayson gone from the cave that has been their military base the last five months, she knows he has disobeyed her orders and gone to activate the quantum disruptor that will draw their enemy’s fire while the Provisional Army attacks their ships.
Kelly won’t let Grayson die in the frozen wasteland that Onyx has become since the war began. She must find him and bring him back to base. When they die, she wants him in her bed.

Today is the last day of the Worlds of Wonder hop. Today, we're sharing a second excerpt with you from Chain Reaction.
Excerpt--
She didn't resist as expected, but slid her hands around my neck and pressed herself closer. The feel of her luscious breasts against my chest hardened me so quickly the sensation bordered on pain. I thrust my tongue against her lips. She opened, and I slid into her mouth. Gladys moaned, the sound a soft vibration through my head that made me unable to think. She felt so good. I grasped her derrière and lifted her feet from the floor, backing her up to the couch. She fell onto the cushion, me on top of her.
I kissed her hard, tasting, needing all of her at once. She arched and I nipped at her lower lip. I fumbled with the top buttons of her shirt, finally managing to get two of them unbuttoned. I tugged back the shirt and thought I would lose my mind. No camisole covered the breasts that nearly fell out of the lacy white bra she wore. I pulled back the bra and stared at an erect quarter-sized rose-colored nipple. God, a woman's breasts were beautiful. I took the nipple into my mouth and rolled the stiff peak against my tongue. My erection pressed against her thigh.
Blood roared through my ears. I thrust my hips against her. Pleasure crashed down on me in a blinding fury. I became vaguely conscious of her heart, each beat pushing more blood through her system. She yanked my shirt free of the waistband and slipped her hands beneath the fabric. Warmth of her fingers penetrated my skin. She raked her nails over my chest.
I sucked in a breath. "Gladys."
She tilted her head back in invitation and I grazed the creamy skin with my incisors. If I gently pricked her skin—I froze. My incisors had fully extended without my having noticed. A taste, my mind persisted. Nothing more. One tiny drop, or two… or ten. I gave my head a hard shake. What was I doing? If Gladys noticed—how could she have not noticed? What was she doing? She'd seen what I did to Mr All American. Why wasn't she running from me in terror? I lifted my head and looked at her face. Had desire flushed her cheeks? She opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
Her gaze didn't flinch. "This is what you want."
"What I want—" She wasn't offering herself to me because she wanted me. She was selling herself to me for my cooperation. "You would give yourself to me after what you saw the other night?"
"I would give myself to the devil to save my brother."
I showed her a slight smile, revealing the tips of my incisors. "That may be exactly what you've done."
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For love of country and a woman, Jordan Pierce must sacrifice his humanity.
Former Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to protect America's secret weapon against the Nazis; The Manhattan Project. But he can't protect himself against the disease eating away at his humanity. Jordan discovers how much of his soul this infection has devoured when he falls in love with the woman who could destroy America. Choosing her, means choosing the monster he's becoming, making him the most powerful man he's ever known.
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What is your favorite genre, and why?
-Definitely Romance. Anything with a romantic feel. Whether it be dripping with love and romantic gestures, or very subtle. *shrugs* I guess I really do love a happily ever after. Though, I'm still waiting for my knight in shining armor to come riding in a majestic steed ![]()
What makes a story good?
-I'm gonna have to say characters. The storyline could be beyond this world awesome, but if it lacks great characters, then it's pretty much dull.
What ruins a story for you?
-Again, characters. I guess, it can go both ways. You can't sell a story with crap-tastic characters. But, that's just me.
What do you think makes a good villain?
-Mwahahahahaha (lol, my attempt at an evil laugh)
What is the worst thing a hero can do?
-Ahh. uh, *ponders* ...become the villain? Hey, it could happen. And when that does, it's all bad! No bueno.
Do you prefer to read digital, print, or does it matter?
- I'd be all for eBooks but since I have no eReader, aside from my Kindle for PC and this uncomfortable chair, I'm gonna have to go with physical books. I prefer to be comfortable and trying to read a whole eBook in one sitting doesn't help while sitting in this chair >.<
Do you like to learn more about how your favorite authors write their books, or more about their characters?
-I'd definitely like to learn more about how my fave author writes their books. It's always interesting to see how they come up with these awesome characters and piece them together. Besides, I get to devour these awesome characters in their books.


I'm Olga. Some would call me a vampire. I call myself a superhuman. I'm better than you in every way. If I and my companions have our way, we'll prove it.
Where were you born? I was born in Germany. That is still my home and where my allegiance lies.
What single thing or goal do you want most in life? To rule the world alongside my comrades.
What do you fear most? I fear nothing.
What’s your world like? My world is spectacular. It's 1942 and I'm in America, Chicago to be more precise, and I walk amongst humans who can't conceive that a creature like me exists. I plan to infiltrate The Manhattan Project and discover the one secret that stands in the way of the Fatherland ruling the world: the uranium formula that will allow us to win the war against the Americans and Allies.
Are you presently in love, or do you hope to find someone special? I don't fall in love. Men fall in love with me.
Do you have a secret? Yes, I do, a very big secret, and when your Jordan Pierce discovers the truth, he'll realize that things can't be the way they were before.
Do you have any distinguishing facial features? Yes! I have exquisite skin, the color of porcelain. Men are wild for my face.
Where do you go when you are angry? It is dangerous to make me angry. I have been known to prowl the dark streets looking for an unsuspecting victim in which to vent my anger.
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For every day of the hop we are giving away a digital copy of Chain Reaction, the first book in the Phenom League. A winner will be chosen every day, so you must visit our blog and make a post on the specific day to be eligible for that day's prize.

For love of country and a woman, Jordan Pierce must sacrifice his humanity.
Former Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to protect America's secret weapon against the Nazis; The Manhattan Project. But he can't protect himself against the disease eating away at his humanity. Jordan discovers how much of his soul this infection has devoured when he falls in love with the woman who could destroy America. Choosing her, means choosing the monster he's becoming, making him the most powerful man he's ever known.
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I opened the door and stopped dead at the sight of a shapely blonde leaning against Fermi's mahogany desk. I stared as realization sunk in that the Veronica Lake look-alike standing there was the same egghead pictured in her personnel file. The glasses she'd worn were absent and, despite the red-rimmed eyes and drawn expression, the single overhead light warmed the creamy complexion that had looked bland and colorless in the photo.
Thick blond hair slid across her face in a broad wave and flowed down slim shoulders. Suddenly, I understood the reasoning behind the functional bun in the picture. Despite the legs that mesmerized a man all the way down to the high heel straps, the tweed skirt and blazer she wore emphatically stated the bombshell figure was off limits. But the moment a man laid eyes on her luxurious hair all bets were off. My breath caught with bloodlust as I drew in her scent from across the room.
Gray-blue eyes stared from behind the drape of blond hair. Her gaze flicked to my waistband and I realized she'd glimpsed the colt holstered beneath my suit jacket.
"You wear your gun like a gangster," she said.
I startled. Her voice, low and sultry, held a shaky note, but I knew the remark was payment for my staring.
"This incident requires I carry a weapon." My drill sergeant used to berate any reference to the word gun. "Your gun is between your legs, son. Your pistol or rifle is called a weapon."
She continued to stare and guilt stabbed at me. She'd discovered a colleague who'd been brutally murdered, and I stood in the doorway gawking at her. I swallowed, feeling like a school kid.
"Dr Nichols, I'm Agent Pierce, head of nightshift security." Her fingers tightened around a lace handkerchief gripped in her right palm. I didn't want to step closer, but had to. Her pheromones were making my blood, or what was left of it, crave an infusion from her veins. "What happened?"
Her gaze dropped to the hankie and she began working the fabric with both hands. "I was working late and needed Leon to come to the lab. I couldn't get the Geiger counter to calibrate. I knocked. When no one answered, I opened the door and…" Her eyes swung up to meet mine. "So much blood." Her gaze remained locked with my eyes as if demanding a response.
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For every day of the hop we are giving away a digital copy of Chain Reaction, the first book in the Phenom League. A winner will be chosen every day, so you must visit our blog and make a post on the specific day to be eligible for that day's prize. 
For love of country and a woman, Jordan Pierce must sacrifice his humanity.
Former Chicago Detective Jordan Pierce put his life on hold in order to protect America's secret weapon against the Nazis; The Manhattan Project. But he can't protect himself against the disease eating away at his humanity. Jordan discovers how much of his soul this infection has devoured when he falls in love with the woman who could destroy America. Choosing her, means choosing the monster he's becoming, making him the most powerful man he's ever known.
Leave a comment to be eligible for today's giveaway. Now be sure to visit the other authors today and get a peek at their wonderful books!
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