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Freya’s Bower
The Gabriel Series
Book I: Gabriel’s Gun
Including the Prequel: Gabriel’s Horn
Two strong women struggle for answers in these two unique stories. At their centers is a mysterious stranger who brings change to their lives. Who is he, and who will be the woman to finally bring him to heel? Sex, lies, and big bucks…only Gabriel has the answers.
Gabriel’s Horn (prequel)
They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Raquel is no exception. Her husband has taken a lover, and Raquel plans to get even. But when you play the game of payback, be careful of the man you choose to do it with, especially if that man is Gabriel.
Gabriel’s Gun
Someone has taken a shot at movie idol, Jillian Traynor, and she’s pissed as hell to find herself in hiding before a major premiere. But one look at Gabriel sets her body
Excerpt
Raquel let the sable fall from her shoulders and slipped out of her black heels. She opened her clutch and took out what appeared to be a large silver pen, but proved so much more. A camera, easy to conceal, simple to use, and it took great pictures.
She smoothed her hands over her black silk skirt, preparing for what she was about to do. With her senses on overload with fear and doubt, a shiver of excitement rushed through her body. The skin across her breasts constricted, and her nipples grew taut. What if he caught her? Money is a powerful motivator, and the possibility of losing half a billion dollars could drive a man to do almost anything.
Focused on the end result, Raquel ignored her doubts and pushed the stairwell door open a couple of inches. Cautiously, she surveyed the long corridor. In a few minutes, she’d have everything she needed to set the wheels of justice in motion and free herself. With no one in sight, she stepped out into the hall and eased the door shut.
Raquel flattened her back to the wall and moved with measurable steps. Every inch closer to the penthouse door increased the flow of adrenaline running rampant through her body. Halfway there, she stopped. The beats of her heart escalated, and panic rose up inside her as she struggled to breathe. She clenched her hands into fists, the pointed tips of her nails digging into her palms, and forced herself to drag in air.
Several moments passed before she calmed enough to continue. This time she made it the rest of the way without further panic. She placed her ear to the door and listened. Hearing nothing, she swiped the card key through the security mechanism and observed the blinking red light turn green. She took the card key from the slot, tucked it between her breasts and readied the camera.
The soft click of metal rubbing metal resounded as she turned the gold doorknob and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Convinced Justin and his bitch were in the bedroom fucking, she opened the door wider and tiptoed inside.
Fear threaded her veins, and self-doubt crept in. Can I do this? He’d broken his promise to her, took her love–and their future. Righteous anger and determination swelled inside her, replacing the fear and doubt. She intended to see him stripped of everything he held so dear. Money. Power. Position. It all belonged to her and she wanted it back. I’ve played the fool far too long.
Raquel paused in the living room and smiled. The opulent surroundings reminded her of everything he’d lose over one night of lust. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.
Laughter interrupted her thoughts. She jerked her head in the direction of the sound. Gripping the camera tightly in her palm, she leveled her eyes on the open doorway. Fueled by anger, determined to come away the winner, she crossed the room.
The laughter metamorphosed into the sounds of sex. Groaning, grunting, moaning–sighs of ecstasy. Raquel paused and squeezed her eyes shut, the fury of a woman scorned replaced by grief. When had their love died?
A cold tremor shook her body. She clenched her jaw tight and rejected the tears she needed to shed. Armed with the icy shield formed around her heart, she leveled her back to the wall, angling her head next to the door and stole a look. Her eyes grew wide, stunned by the scene playing out on the bed.
Coming October 2008
His Only Treasure
Blurb
Anne Montgomery, independent and strong-willed, is the namesake and descendant of The Lady Anne Mercier, a young woman who fell in love with a pirate three hundred years ago. As the legend of The Lady Anne goes, her pirate was tried and hung for piracy, but before his capture he gifted her with His Only Treasure, the map to his cache of booty and his everlasting love. Handed down through the generations, the tattered map now hangs above the great stone fireplace in the bar Anne and her brother Jamie inherited from their Father, but possessing the map is one thing and finding the treasure another. Unfortunately, the map has no key. It’s simply a drawing without direction, distance, or markers.
Prologue
The small dinghy slipped through the marsh without a sound, its precious cargo cloaked in Stede’s arms. Feeling her stiffen, he closed his eyes to the foreboding inching its way through his body and listened to the cannon fire in the distance.
He tightened his hold to soothe her. “Ssh. Still my love.”
She calmed with his whisper, and pressed her head to his heart as he stroked her back. The resonance of the oars sluiced through the water, so poignant and strange, like a song, its lyrics taking her from him.
“Almost there, my love.” He opened his eyes and stared into the slow, gray fog around them. The shroud welcomed them and he wished he could disappear into the mist with her.
“As far as we dare go, Cap’n. She’ll bottom out any further.”
Stede nodded to his second mate, and threw back the blanket that covered her. When she looked up, his breath hitched as he stared into her beautiful eyes, damning the darkness for not letting him see their color one last time. He shut his eyes tight, engraving to mind their azure depths, bluer than any sea he had ever sailed. With the touch of her hand to his cheek, he lifted his lids to see the soft wet shimmer of sorrow in her eyes.
The gossamer stroke of her fingers gave him strength and he crooned softly. “Do not cry, my love. We shall be together again. It is my promise. Nothing shall keep me from you. Not even death.”
“Please come with me.” Her lips trembled.
For one brief moment, sweet temptation teased him. With a weary shake of his head, he caressed the column of her throat with his fingers. “Honor.”
“Honor be damned! Honor will not keep me warm. Honor will not love me.”
“Were it not for honor I would not be the man you love.”
She clutched his coat. “Please do not leave me. I beg of you.
The desperation in her whisper sliced through his heart, tearing at the chasm already forming. “I must. You know that, Anne.”
The second mate cleared his throat. “Cap’n?”
Stede pushed her away and leapt from the dinghy into the warm marsh waters. He extended his arms to her, but she moved away, refusing to give an inch and gripped the sides of the small boat. Determined, he reached in and pulled her into the water as she struggled against him.
“I shall die without you.” She Sobbed into his chest and locked her arms around him.
“Remember my promise.” Stede took a leather pouch from his coat pocket and placed it in her hands. “Keep this always. When I return, we shall go there together. It shall be my wedding gift to you. Dry your eyes and kiss me.”
Tipping her chin, he touched his lips to hers, deepening the kiss to fill her with his love, enough to last an eternity. “It is time. I shall always love you, Anne. Now go.”
He grappled with her hands, ripping them away, and hoisted himself into the dinghy. Her quiet sobs twisted in his gut as the oars dipped into the water.
Anne’s small voice, choked with tears, rose up in the mist. “With every breath I take I shall think of you. I shall always be yours. Loving you ’til the end of time and beyond.”
Stede placed his finger to his lips, feeling their last kiss as he whispered in the night. “I shall find you. I promise.”
from
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
http://whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com
His Sweet Obsession
Blurb:
Have you ever loved someone so much you’d wait your entire life for them just to discover love may not be enough? Jack and Addy belong together, but their past haunts them. Will their sweet obsession be enough to sustain them or will it tear them further apart?
Coming back to Texas was the last thing on Addy’s mind, but with the death of her Aunt Maggie who raised her, that’s exactly where she finds herself– back under the scorching Texas sun and thanks to Maggie’s last will and testament, tied to the very place she ran from years ago.
