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Taking it off for the Coyote
Taking it off for the Coyote is a follow-up to Grinding for the Coyote. The strip club is still a feature but the ladies move away from the club as dealing with the hyenas become an urgent concern.
Here is a snippet. This is from the second chapter when Sydney is on an information gathering mission and Cambrie is well, she's at the club to have some fun.
“You made me miss my shot,” Sydney grumbled and gripped the cue to keep from putting her hands on the little dancer’s compact body.
She often watched her at the club and craved her. However, she’d refused to ask her for a private dance. After all, emotional interest could become a distraction she could ill-afford. The girls counted on her to be fast, and focused in case a patron got out of line.
“I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” Cambrie murmured in a teasing tone and cast a glance in the direction the wolf had gone.
“What kind of thing is that?” Sydney reached for her own long neck bottle to take a pull of the cold brew.
Cambrie’s lips twitched and she moved to take up the abandoned cue. “Men.”
Sydney held Cambrie’s gaze. The other woman acted like she could read her mind and considered her a foregone conclusion.
She was, and Sydney knew she was fighting a losing battle. They were going to end up in bed or against a wall or something. It was only a matter of time and place.
Here is a snippet. This is from the second chapter when Sydney is on an information gathering mission and Cambrie is well, she's at the club to have some fun.
“You made me miss my shot,” Sydney grumbled and gripped the cue to keep from putting her hands on the little dancer’s compact body.
She often watched her at the club and craved her. However, she’d refused to ask her for a private dance. After all, emotional interest could become a distraction she could ill-afford. The girls counted on her to be fast, and focused in case a patron got out of line.
“I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” Cambrie murmured in a teasing tone and cast a glance in the direction the wolf had gone.
“What kind of thing is that?” Sydney reached for her own long neck bottle to take a pull of the cold brew.
Cambrie’s lips twitched and she moved to take up the abandoned cue. “Men.”
Sydney held Cambrie’s gaze. The other woman acted like she could read her mind and considered her a foregone conclusion.
She was, and Sydney knew she was fighting a losing battle. They were going to end up in bed or against a wall or something. It was only a matter of time and place.
new excerpt
On my website I've posted the first half of the very first chapter of Taking it off for the Coyote
Prologue
Clara Night sprinted through the third floor of the building she’d been working at through a janitorial service. The carpet beneath her feet silenced her sneakers as well as the footsteps of those tracking her.
The lights had been dimmed leaving her with pale gold illuminations that cast eerie shadows along the corridor. What she couldn’t see, she could feel. The energy was taut and wild as it slithered through the building.
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Prologue
Clara Night sprinted through the third floor of the building she’d been working at through a janitorial service. The carpet beneath her feet silenced her sneakers as well as the footsteps of those tracking her.
The lights had been dimmed leaving her with pale gold illuminations that cast eerie shadows along the corridor. What she couldn’t see, she could feel. The energy was taut and wild as it slithered through the building.
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Taking it off for the Coyote
The second half of the Prologue is available now.
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Grinding for the Coyote is .99 cents still. So if you haven't read it, you can't beat this price.
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Grinding for the Coyote is .99 cents still. So if you haven't read it, you can't beat this price.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/gr...
Assassins Trilogy
The last book in the Assassins Trilogy has been submitted to Evernight Publishing. Though I've wrapped up the arc, I find there are still characters I'd like to write about. Devin and the one that got away, Cattail, and Alexi.
Alexi, the daughter of a Russian mobster who's in America to make her own as a legit business owner, but is she really legit?
I really enjoyed writing about assassin women. They dare to be bold, to kill even in cold blood if lives are at stake. These women are daring, dangerous and delicious. The one thing you never want to do is piss them off especially if you want to live or enjoy life outside of a prison cell.
But if you're looking for a warm willing woman, then you've found a lover who'll set about pleasing you with the same attention to detail she gives her job.
Discover the world of Assassins.
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Alexi, the daughter of a Russian mobster who's in America to make her own as a legit business owner, but is she really legit?
I really enjoyed writing about assassin women. They dare to be bold, to kill even in cold blood if lives are at stake. These women are daring, dangerous and delicious. The one thing you never want to do is piss them off especially if you want to live or enjoy life outside of a prison cell.
But if you're looking for a warm willing woman, then you've found a lover who'll set about pleasing you with the same attention to detail she gives her job.
Discover the world of Assassins.
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/bu...
Amazon or
http://www.bookstrand.com/serenity-snow
Heat In the Air
Coming Oct. 5, Heat In The Air.
Do you want a peek at what's coming? Take a look here: https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
Do you want a peek at what's coming? Take a look here: https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
Heat In the Air
Heat In The Air is officially live. You can grab a copy here:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/he...
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Here's a teaser
A dark breed?
They were dangerous half-demon creatures who fed off the psychic and sexual energy of humans and witches. They could take part of the witch’s power if they established a psychic link with them during the feeding. Or they could twist their victim’s mind making them easily bend to the dark breed’s will.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Don’t fight me and this will all be over in a second.”
Her energy felt sluggish and stilted and her stomach roiled, causing her to gag, but Camille slammed her foot down on the attacker and drove her elbow back into her stomach. Her power pooled low in her belly and a light breeze whipped up, blowing over them.
Upon release, she quickly rounded on the woman, prepared to use the limited kick-boxing skills learned in self-defense.
She didn’t like to use magick in public when she could help it since her power was a little erratic lately.
The woman held out a hand and black energy snaked around Camille’s throat and latched into her skin. She fought feeling light-headed.
Her attacker closed the distance between them and put her hand on Camille’s chest. Dark energy went through her, her skin crawling and she jerked as if she’d been shocked.
“Back off.” She forced the words out, but they were a whisper as she pushed weakly at the other woman. Air leaked from her hands as the fear inside her grew into a frantic monster. Wet moistened her fingers and the woman grunted and slapped her.
“Stop fighting it,” she snarled. “Just let it take you under.”
The shadow was knocked to the ground by a black wind before the caster of the magick came into view.
The shadow faced Tylor and released a dark vein of energy. The power was thin and ropy and snaked out toward Tylor who jumped over it and came down hand extended.
Tylor flicked her wrist and lightning flashed before stabbing into the other woman. The woman jerked and a screech tore from her throat so loudly, it triggered car alarms and drew a cry of pain from Camille.
She covered her ears, face scrunched.
Tylor clenched her fingers and the screeching stopped. The woman glowed as if lit from within and lightning flashed overhead. A second later the dark figure was collapsing to her knees.
“Oh, my Goddess,” Camille said raggedly, eyes going from the fallen woman to Tylor and back again. “I thought she would never stop that horrid noise.”
Tylor gave her an amused smile. “Get in your car,” Tylor ordered. “Patrons are coming out.”
“What about you?” she demanded. “I can’t just leave you here. What if she’s not alone?”
“Then I’ll have to do it all over again. Now, go.”
Reluctantly, Camille backed up. She knew the danger in the dark breeds and didn’t want to lose Tylor now that they’d begun this tenuous dance that might cost them both their jobs.
Still, Camille nodded and picked up the purse she dropped in the attack before running to her car. She got the door unlocked with a shaky hand and pulled the key free. She glanced over her shoulder and couldn’t see anything but blackness. Brows furrowed, Camille climbed in making a mental note to ask Tylor about that spell.
Hell, she hadn’t known Tylor was a witch. She hadn’t even sensed her power, though normally, she got a low-level hum from witches whether they were good or bad.
There is a teaser on my website also.
https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
On Amazon or http://www.bookstrand.com/heat-in-the...
Here's a teaser
A dark breed?
They were dangerous half-demon creatures who fed off the psychic and sexual energy of humans and witches. They could take part of the witch’s power if they established a psychic link with them during the feeding. Or they could twist their victim’s mind making them easily bend to the dark breed’s will.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Don’t fight me and this will all be over in a second.”
Her energy felt sluggish and stilted and her stomach roiled, causing her to gag, but Camille slammed her foot down on the attacker and drove her elbow back into her stomach. Her power pooled low in her belly and a light breeze whipped up, blowing over them.
Upon release, she quickly rounded on the woman, prepared to use the limited kick-boxing skills learned in self-defense.
She didn’t like to use magick in public when she could help it since her power was a little erratic lately.
The woman held out a hand and black energy snaked around Camille’s throat and latched into her skin. She fought feeling light-headed.
Her attacker closed the distance between them and put her hand on Camille’s chest. Dark energy went through her, her skin crawling and she jerked as if she’d been shocked.
“Back off.” She forced the words out, but they were a whisper as she pushed weakly at the other woman. Air leaked from her hands as the fear inside her grew into a frantic monster. Wet moistened her fingers and the woman grunted and slapped her.
“Stop fighting it,” she snarled. “Just let it take you under.”
The shadow was knocked to the ground by a black wind before the caster of the magick came into view.
The shadow faced Tylor and released a dark vein of energy. The power was thin and ropy and snaked out toward Tylor who jumped over it and came down hand extended.
Tylor flicked her wrist and lightning flashed before stabbing into the other woman. The woman jerked and a screech tore from her throat so loudly, it triggered car alarms and drew a cry of pain from Camille.
She covered her ears, face scrunched.
Tylor clenched her fingers and the screeching stopped. The woman glowed as if lit from within and lightning flashed overhead. A second later the dark figure was collapsing to her knees.
“Oh, my Goddess,” Camille said raggedly, eyes going from the fallen woman to Tylor and back again. “I thought she would never stop that horrid noise.”
Tylor gave her an amused smile. “Get in your car,” Tylor ordered. “Patrons are coming out.”
“What about you?” she demanded. “I can’t just leave you here. What if she’s not alone?”
“Then I’ll have to do it all over again. Now, go.”
Reluctantly, Camille backed up. She knew the danger in the dark breeds and didn’t want to lose Tylor now that they’d begun this tenuous dance that might cost them both their jobs.
Still, Camille nodded and picked up the purse she dropped in the attack before running to her car. She got the door unlocked with a shaky hand and pulled the key free. She glanced over her shoulder and couldn’t see anything but blackness. Brows furrowed, Camille climbed in making a mental note to ask Tylor about that spell.
Hell, she hadn’t known Tylor was a witch. She hadn’t even sensed her power, though normally, she got a low-level hum from witches whether they were good or bad.
There is a teaser on my website also.
https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
