For all of you incredible readers waiting for the seventh book of the Black Irish series...
It is coming! I can tell you that its name is Compromised. I can tell you that you get to meet Colin Morrison in the flesh (wait...hasn't he been dead since book one?) And I can tell you that your favorite big, bad Irishman and his lovely lady have one last adventure.
What I can't tell you is when you get to read it. I am about halfway through but a certain family of werewolves kind of commanded my attention.
I promise Compromised is coming. I promise I will do my very best to make it worth it.
And because I love all of you so much...here is a teaser from Compromised.
Abbey followed Sloan through the foyer to the glass double doors of the penthouse. She could feel Gordon on her heels. Sloan threw open the doors and stepped inside. The three of them were met by a half dozen semi-automatic rides pointed at them. Abbey instinctive raised her hands in surrender. She noticed Sloan and Gordon do the same.
“Put the weapons down, fellas,” a deep Irish brogue commanded. “They’re family.”
A man about Gordon’s age, the same one Abbey saw in Belfast, walked around the corner. His ice blue eyes, salt and pepper hair and angular face were nearly identical to Sloan’s. The similarities were uncanny. He grinned as he studied each of them. “Relax. No one is dying here.”
“What do you want?” Sloan demanded as he lowered his hands. Gordon and Abbey did the same.
“I told you. We must talk about Project Snowfall.”
“It doesn’t concern you.”
“It doesn’t? Did the CIA bother to tell you about it’s value on the black market? Did they tell you that their delicate house of cards is falling apart?”
Abbey frowned. “What about Project Snowfall? It’s secured, isn’t it?”
Sloan lowered his head, shaking it. “Abigail, not now.”
“Tom, you need to tell her,” Colin advised.
“Stay out of our family affairs,” Gordon warned, a snarl in his voice.
“Your family, McKenna? This is my family too. And this goes beyond our family. This affects billions of lives,” Colin replied.
Abbey looked into Sloan’s ice blue eyes. “Tell me what’s going on, Sloan. Where is Snowfall?”
Sloan sighed. “Luv.”
“Son, if it’s too difficult then allow me.” Colin paced toward the glass windows that overlooked downtown Manhattan. “So you know that your old friend Torelli stole the plans to Snowfall. They were held on a tiny chip no bigger than the nail on your pinky finger. He had to get Snowfall out of Afghanistan safely before he was suspected. He brought in an ex-Army medic who still had clearance.”
“Stockmeier,” Abbey concluded.
“Aye, lass. Stockmeier hid the chip in the brain stem of a subject. Torelli’s plan was to sedate the subject and ship the human. Once his buyer received the subject carrying the chip, it could be removed and the subject was the buyer’s to do with as they pleased.”
“So what does that have to do with my family? Who did Torelli plant the chip inside?”
A tense silence filled the penthouse. Finally Colin spoke. “Lad?”
“Shut it, Colin.” Sloan’s face was hard and angry.
Abbey raised her voice. “Who is carrying the chip? Someone answer me!”
Sloan lowered his head. “You are, Abigail.”
Abbey’s brow creased as she glared at him. “You said we were done with CIA. But in reality you’ve been on a mission all these years to protect the plans.”
“That’s not everything,” Colin added. “Tom, tell her what the CIA truly ordered you to do.”
Sloan growled low. “Colin, shut your bloody arse before I do it for you.”
The sound of cocking guns filled the space. Abbey sucked in a panicked breath as she was face to face with the barrel end of a gun again. “Is that any way to talk to your father?”
“You aren’t my da.” Sloan pointed to Gordon. “He’s my da. He raised me. He fed me. He taught me right from wrong.”
“He taught you to be a terrorist.”
“You weren’t one?”
“I served my government.”
“Against your own people.”
“Stop it!” Abbey shouted. She spun at Sloan. “What did the CIA order you to do with Snowfall?”
Colin sneered. “Go ahead, son. Tell her what you are supposed to do if Snowfall is compromised.”
Sloan glared at his father as he clenched his fists at his sides. Abbey could see the hatred seething from him. “Sloan, what are your orders?”
Sloan spoke through gritted teeth. “To retrieve the chip no matter the cost.”
“So let’s go find a neurosurgeon. Let’s get it out and destroy it.”
“Do you remember those headaches you’ve had? Remember the scans? We’ve found the chip. The chip is embedded in your brain stem. Stockmeier implanted it in a place where it can’t be removed unless…”
Abbey swallowed hard. “To get the chip you have to kill me.”
Sloan’s voice was barely a whisper. “Aye.”
Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today we are working with a picture prompt. We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here.
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Ares didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. “What do you want, Athena? Daddy send you to check up on me? Don’t you have a four star general to seduce?”
She laughed as she playfully slugged him in the shoulder. “I can’t come see my favorite half brother?”
“I’m nobody's favorite. Not Mom’s. Not Dad’s. Not yours. Try again.”
“I wanted to see what you were up to. I looked in the first place I guessed you would be. You have a strange little obsession with this place.”
Finally Ares turned to face Athena. His teeth were clenched. “I own this place. Every last inch. Every last drop of alcohol. Do you know what kind of chaos alcohol causes? It makes sane men fight. What other members of my degenerate family are here?”
Athena flipped a hand towards the bar. A balding man in a purple linen shirt hovered over a shot glass of amber liquid. The bottle it came from laid on its side bone dry. She sighed. “Dionysus really needs to stick to wine. He doesn’t handle whiskey well.”
“Dionysus can have whatever he wants here.” He wove his fingers between Juliet’s and tugged her into the crowd. Juliet shot one last look at the blonde before she disappeared. “So that’s…”
“Athena. My half sister. Dad sends her to check up on me. He thinks it’ll keep me in line. He’s couldn’t be more wrong.”
He stopped and stared into her eyes. She could swear she could see constellations embedded in there. “Yeah. Zeus.”
He didn’t say another word as he led her through the mob to the edge of the ring. She studied him in the dim light as he watched the carnage unfolding. He had a smirk on his face. He was fully enjoying the bloodshed before him.
Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "stone". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here.
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The click of Juliet’s heels on the cobble stone street was a melody in her ears. She glanced around the damp, dank alleyway. The smell of urine was almost overpowering. She slipped her hands into the black overcoat she wore as she picked up her pace to catch up with Ares.
He wasn’t shitting her when he said they might be in the Middle East. After the sun set, he led her out to a moon lit desert. The sand in front of her and the stars above her seemed to go on for eternity. A split second later they were in this cess pool.
She took a moment to study her new lover. In the dim light of the alley Ares was a force to be reckoned with. He changed into a black silk dress shirt and a pair of black jeans before they left. He was sculpted like a Greek god. Then again, from what he told her, he was one. His thick, dark hair was tussled just right to be mind-blowingly sexy. His deep, dark eyes were cold and hard as he strode past the hookers and bums who move aside to watch him pass.
Ares stepped up into the threshold of a red brick building. The sounds of shouting and laughter echoed from within. He shot a devious grin to her. “Coming?”
“Didn’t think you knew I was here,” Juliet quipped back.
“Maybe you should stop acting like my concubine.” He motioned for her to go inside. She met his glare as she passed. She felt his hand caress her ass as he followed her inside.
Juliet’s eyes widened as she took in the scene inside. It was an old warehouse but the floor was packed with people, mostly men. There was a thin layer of smoke from cigars and cigarettes that permeated the air. A makeshift bar lined one side of the building with a shelf of bottles of all shapes and colors mounted behind it. In the center of the floor a boxing ring was set up. Two men bloody and beaten were slugging each other for all they were worth.
Juliet caught sight of the blonde out of the corner of her eye as she wrapped her long fingers around Ares’s shoulder. The vampire growled at the new woman’s perfect breasts, long slender legs and perfect body. It had been a really long time since Juliet felt jealousy. At the moment she was consumed with with.
“Ares. How did I know you would be here?”
Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "purple". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance. This all started with a speed write I did about a month ago. You can find the beginning by clicking here.
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She let her gaze wander up and down him. His shirt had fallen just right to tease the trail of dark hair that led from his belly button to the purple woven belt that snaked around the waistband of his jeans. She knew where the trail led. She spent the night worshipping its final destination. She admired his broad chest hidden beneath the shirt, the strong, chiseled arms, the angular chin peppered with stubble. She stared into his dark eyes. They seemed to hold the secrets of the cosmos. As as soon as she started looking, she tore herself away. Come on, Juliet. Don’t do it. No man is worth falling in love with. You should remember that. You live a cursed life because you fell in love with a man.
She felt the bed shift beneath her. Feather soft kisses sprinkled across her shoulders and neck. Strong hands wrapped tight around her biceps to keep her still. “Baby, you don’t have to love me. It’s probably better you don’t. I don’t want your heart. I want your surrender.”
Juliet’s mouth fell open as her eyes fluttered shut. This man stole her breath, her soul. She had no choice but to give herself to him. She licked her lips as she struggled to find the words to say. “If you’re the god of war, then why are you fighting in a cage? Shouldn’t you be in the Middle East or some place like that?”
He chuckled. “Who says we’re not?”
Juliet’s gaze rose to the ever-changing blue sky above her. Ares continued. “Wars today are planned. Troop movements are dictated in a board room. That’s not my style. Strategic war is my half-sister, Athena’s, thing. She’s having the time of her life. Me? I need chaos. I need passionate bloodshed. I need warriors who act on instinct, not because some general thousands of miles away told them where to step. What better place is there for battle like that than in a cage? Fighters prepare themselves, yes. They study their opponent's strengths and weakness. And when that door closes? Glorious chaos ensues.” He wrapped his arms around her and caressed her breasts in his palms. “Now, enough of this. I have business to attend to tonight. I’m taking you along. I need much more of you before then.”
She melted into him as he feasted on the curve of her neck. All she could do is whimper in response. “Please, Ares. I am yours.”