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Teaser Tuesday

It's Tuesday . . . you know what that means, don't you? It's time to tease you with something cooking in our WIP. As always, this is a draft, unedited and prone to change or even removal from the final release. Let's see what you make of this! Morgan took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the restaurant. You can do this! She stepped inside and paused to scan the dimly lit room. There! She spotted David as he half-rose to his feet to catch her attention and Morgan headed over to his table. “You came!” David smiled, stood and moved around to pull out the chair for her. “I wasn’t sure you would.” “I wasn’t sure, either,” Morgan admitted, and settled onto the seat. She forced herself not to tense while he was behind her or glance over her shoulder to check his location. “You look beautiful,” he told her as he returned to his own seat. “Thank you.” The compliment eased her tension a little. She had made an effort, picking out clothes she wouldn’t normally wear – a red dress that moulded itself to her body like a second skin, spaghetti straps leaving her arms bare, and the hem ending at mid thigh. She’s paired the dress with a pair of heeled shoes in a matching colour. Her hair was down, out of its customary pony-tail, falling almost to her waist, inky black and straight. She’d taken time over her make-up – something she rarely did  - and a matching set of platinum earrings, bangles and necklace finished the look. “You look very nice, too.” She tried to put as much warmth into the words as she could. He did look good. An expensive suit covered a well-maintained physique. His dark hair was cut short, he was clean-shaven and she could smell the cologne he was wearing. A nice subtle blend that didn’t have her eyes tearing up. She picked up the menu and studied it. “Have you decided what you want?” she asked him. “I have. Shall I order for both of us?” Morgan resisted the urge to tell him she could pick her own food, and nodded. “Thank you. I’d like that.” David ordered food – Morgan didn’t hear what - and a bottle of wine and they sat in awkward silence. “You’re uncomfortable.” David finally spoke up, and Morgan lifted her eyes to look at him. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to . . . doing this.” “This? Having dinner?” “I don’t really socialise all that much.” She cast her eyes around the restaurant and froze, her gaze landing on the back of a dark-blonde head. “I – I’m just going to Ladies Room to freshen up before our food arrives,” she said, and rose to her feet abruptly. Inside the bathroom, Morgan checked to make sure no one else was in there then leaned against the countertop. Closing her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath. “You can do this,” she told herself. “You can have dinner, be good company and act normal.” “No, you can’t.” The unexpected response coincided with two hands landing on her hips. Eyes flying open, they collided with the reflection of piercing blue ones. “Taz!” His name left her lips in a shocked whisper. “What are you doing, Anna?” He stepped closer, the hands on her hips tightening their hold. Morgan could feel the warmth radiating from his body down her back and her own body responded to his closeness immediately. Heat pooled between her thighs, her nipples beaded and her breathing quickened. She saw Taz smile in the mirror and his head lowered, eyes never wavering from hers. He placed a kiss on her throat, right over her racing pulse. “What are you doing Anna?” he repeated his question, softly. “I’ve given you space, given you time. You need to come home.” “I can’t go home.” Morgan’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Why not?” She could feel the roughness of his stubble against her skin as he kissed his way up her throat. She let her eyes slide closed and sighed. “Because you’re not there.” Taz didn’t reply, and between one breath and the next she felt the warmth of him disappear. Opening her eyes, she found herself alone in the bathroom. “You’re going crazy,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. Well now.... I see this one raising some questions, don't you? Read the full article

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Snippet Sunday

This week's Snippet Sunday is a scene from the first book of our Dark Legacy series - Bonded in Blood. You can buy a copy here or read it for FREE in KindleUnlimited. “Well, that worked out better than I expected.” Morgan broke the silence as they entered Shadowfall. “And your girlfriend survived.” “She’s not my girlfriend,” Taz’s denial was immediate. “What then? Your fuckbuddy?” Morgan’s laugh was brittle. “Call it what you will. You’re sleeping with her.” “You jealous?” Taz countered. “No. Were you sleeping with her when you came to Vegas?” “Hadn’t even met her,” Taz grinned. “You are jealous.” “What have I got to be jealous about?” Morgan asked. “It was a weekend, not a declaration of eternal devotion.” “It could have been more than a weekend if you hadn’t shot me.” “Yeah, right,” Morgan laughed. “What happens in Vegas…” “Stays in Vegas – yes, I know the saying. Doesn’t make it true though.” Morgan shook her head. “I’m not talking about this anymore.” Taz smiled, pushing the button to call the elevator. “So, you accept that there is a this to talk about?” “No,” Morgan disagreed. “I’m saying you’re talking rubbish.” Taz gave her a sidelong glance. “So, if I suggested we go back to my suite, take all our clothes off and roll around naked together – you’re telling me that wouldn’t tempt you?” She scowled, ignoring the sudden heat that flooded her. “Absolutely not!” Taz spun on his heel and leant forward until his lips were against her ear. “Liar,” he whispered, then continued the move which took him past her and into the waiting elevator car. Morgan followed him more slowly, taking up position at the opposite side of the compartment, her arms folded across her chest. “I’m not lying.” “Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?” Taz smirked, pushing the button to take them up to his floor. “Convincing you doesn’t matter, does it?” As soon as the words left her mouth and Taz’s smirk became a full-blown smile, Morgan knew she’d made a mistake. “I meant that I don’t care whether you think I’m lying or not.” A definite lie. Her heartbeat had sped up by a good five beats per minute since they had entered the elevator. And her scent . . . GOD . . . so strong he could almost chew it. More than likely involuntary, but it was sending a very clear message to Taz. She wants me – no doubt about it. And I want her. No use trying to deny it. It’d been all he could do to keep his hands off her since she first showed up in Shadowfall. And that bothered him. Confused the hell out of him. She was a gorgeous woman, yes. But still, just a woman. One he’d already bedded. He rarely – very rarely – had any residual yearnings for any woman after the first dance between the sheets. It was always ‘been there, had that, what’s next?’. But this one – this one touched him in a way; in a place; none of the others had ever reached before. “Why did you sleep with me in Vegas?” His complete change of direction made Morgan blink. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now I’m not sure it was.” “So, let me get this clear in my head. You decided, out of the blue, upon sight of me, that I’d be a great first lay?” He watched with some fascination as Morgan went scarlet. “That wasn’t how it was!” she denied. “How was it then?” He arched an eyebrow. “I would like to know. I’ve gone over that weekend in my head a million times and I can’t see why you felt the need to shoot me.” “Why does everything have to be about you?” “Because it was me who took the bullet?” He pushed himself away from the wall and took the three steps needed to stand right in front of her. “We had a good time. Hell, it was better than good. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. And then you fucking shot me!” “I will shoot you again if you don’t back off.” There was a thread of warning in her voice. “Tell me you don’t think about that weekend. That you haven’t once wondered what could have happened if we’d followed it through.” “I don’t think about it,” Morgan repeated his words flatly. “You are,” Taz planted his hands either side of her head and bent forward so their eyes were level, “a liar.” “I am not lying,” she hissed in return. “Then why do you want me to kiss you?” he asked. “I don’t!” “No?” Taz lowered his gaze, knowing hers would follow, to where her hands had risen of their own accord and were clutching at the lapels of his jacket. He timed his next move to perfection – waiting until Morgan’s eyes lifted to meet his - he smiled at her look of startled confusion and dipped his head to capture her lips. Morgan’s first instinct was to fight and, had Taz attempted to hold her in place in any way she would have, but he touched her with nothing other than his mouth and even that was featherlight, easy to break away from, and she found herself straining forwards instead, chasing his lips with her own and it was her hands that gripped the material beneath her fingers tightly and hauled him closer. “You know –“ an amused masculine voice brought them back to their senses, and they separated abruptly. “That’s why the emergency stop got invented.”

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Teaser Tuesday

For Teaser Tuesday this week, I'm sharing a draft of a scene from the next Dark Legacy book - provisionally titled Bad Blood (likely to change). As always, this is unedited, unproofed and may or may not make it into the final book. ~*~ Morgan lifted her empty glass and waved it at the bartender. “Just leave the bottle,” she told him when he topped it up and turned to leave. She slid a hundred dollar bill over the bar to him. “Keep the change.” “Yes, ma’am!” With a grin, he rang up the cost on the till and pocketed the remainder while Morgan curled a hand around the bottle’s neck and drew it closer. “You shouldn’t be sitting here alone.” Morgan turned her head just as the redheaded young vampire slid onto the stool beside her and she lifted her glass in greeting. “I see Fallon’s been shopping again.” Rowan laughed and smoothed a hand down over the scarlet dress she wore. “He bought this in Monte Carlo last week. He claims I needed it.” She paused to smile at the bartender. “Can I have a glass, please? I’ll share what my friend is drinking.” Morgan snorted. “You want some of this, buy your own.” “Well that’s not very friendly, is it?” “Haven’t you heard? I’m not very friendly.” She refilled her glass, drained it and filled it again. “Does Fallon know you’re here?” “Koo’s with me. She’s just parking the car.” Morgan turned slowly on the stool. “Do I look like someone who enjoys girly nights out? Do I need to –” She broke off when a tall male approached them. “Ladies,” he smiled expansively. “How about a little company?” Morgan sighed. “How about no?” He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Let me persuade you otherwise, honey.” “I’m not your honey,” she lifted her glass and took a swallow. “You have three seconds to remove your hand before I break it.” Morgan cast a sidelong glance at Rowan. “You should probably leave. Fallon won’t like you being caught up in this.” Her gaze moved to where the man was reflected in the mirror behind the bar. “One. “Come on, honey,” his hand tightened its grip. “We could have a real good time.” “I’m about to have a great time. Two.” Morgan placed her glass down onto the bartop. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Three.” As she spoke, she lifted her hand, gripped his wrist and twisted. The man yelped as he found himself driven to his knees with Morgan standing over him. “Morgan, I don’t think –” Rowan began, her eyes darting around the now-silent bar. “Go home, Rowan.” Morgan jerked her arm and there was a sickening snap as the man’s wrist broke. He howled. Morgan released her grip and shoved him backwards, her lip curling. “Oh stop snivelling. If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” “Morgan, we need to leave,” Rowan whispered. Morgan looked at the redhead. “I’ve told you to leave twice already.” She straightened and faced the men slowly rising to their feet. “Now you’ll just have to stay out of the way until I’m done.” She advanced a step and smiled. “Who’s next?” The ensuing fight was short and brutal. At first, the bikers had come at Morgan one by one, but as they saw how their brothers fell at the petite brunette’s feet, they surged forward en-masse. Morgan checked to see where Rowan was standing then threw herself headlong into the battle. © 2018 No part of this may be copied without prior permission from the author.  Read the full article

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Snippet Sunday

It's Sunday Evening, so how do you feel about ending the week with a sneak peak into book 3 of the Dark Legacy series? WIP snippets are always unedited, and liable to change! Morgan waited for the door to open and then dashed toward it, only to find Taz between her and her escape. She crashed into him, unable to stop her forward momentum and the impact felt like hitting a brick wall. She stepped backward, her eyes flicking over his shoulder at the door closing behind him, sealing them both inside the room. He folded his arms across his chest, his stance exuding domination and power. Morgan took another step away, hoping Taz would take the bait and follow her. She hid her smile when he did, moving away from the door. She waited for the opportunity, for him to be far enough away for her to have a chance to open it. Another step toward her and she bolted, racing toward the door. He lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist. “You’re not fast enough, sweetheart.” He shifted his grip and swung her up and over his shoulder, the air leaving her lungs in a gasp. Morgan burst into movement, kicking, pinching, biting, scratching at his neck and face. “Stop it,” he growled, which only succeeded in making Morgan redouble her efforts, twisting and snarling in her attempt to make him drop her. His hand connected with her ass hard – once, twice, a third time - startling her into stillness “I said stop it.” He strode toward the door. Morgan stayed still, her breathing shallow, warily watching as his hand reached out to turn the handle and open the door. He walked through it, without pause, and carried her down the hallway and into a darkened room at the end. The room spun as Taz raised her up and tossed her backwards, and Morgan landed in the centre of a bed. He watched as she bounced then started to rise to her knees. “Before you attack me again, just remember the harder you fight me, the more turned on I get.” The breath hissed between her teeth. “I never believed you were such a sick bastard.” He laughed. “I’ve never hidden the fact fighting with you makes me horny.” If you haven't read the first two books in the series, now's the time to grab them! https://www.amazon.com/L-Ann/e/B078RK64FJ/   Read the full article

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If there was ever a doubt that writers have dirty filthy mind, let me make it clear. We do.... So much! These crisps called to me. I'm scared to open them for fear of what might happen.... #Tazmademedoit #indieauthorsofinstagram #dirtymind #ADarkLegacy #tazisback

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If there was ever a doubt that writers have dirty filthy mind, let me make it clear. We do.... So much! These crisps called to me. I'm scared to open them for fear of what might happen.... #Tazmademedoit #indieauthorsofinstagram #dirtymind #ADarkLegacy #tazisback

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If there was ever a doubt that writers have dirty filthy mind, let me make it clear. We do.... So much! These crisps called to me. I'm scared to open them for fear of what might happen.... #Tazmademedoit #indieauthorsofinstagram #dirtymind #ADarkLegacy #tazisback