2016’s Taken off at a Sprint!

2016 year of the monkeyWow! I don’t about you, but I’m swamped! And it’s only January 21st!!!

My fingers and toes are crossed that this isn’t the way the rest of the year’s going to evolve—at a frenetic place.

Of course, it doesn’t help that my day job’s in finance and January is a bitch for payroll and end of year issues. Right now I’m keeping my head above water, but the flood levels are rising—at an alarming rate.

Added to those problems, I’m way behind on two books—make that three—and my stress levels don’t help my creativity in the least. But, the end’s in sight for Prymal Hunger. Yay!

In between I’m working on two other re-releases and I thought I’d share today the opening scenes of one—Alpha Me Not:

Excerpt from Alpha Me Not:

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Joe Huroq tossed his duffel bag onto the bed, scrubbed the week’s worth of stubble on his chin, and blew out a long sigh. It had been a hellish three months and he’d seen the worst of the emerging Eastern European countries, but the mission had been successful.

Yeah. Right. The team had rescued the kidnapped daughter of an oil executive from the scumbags holding her for ransom. But he’d taken one look at the broken shell of what once must have been a normal thirteen-year-old, and known she’d never be whole again. She might have been better off dead.

He knew not to go there.

The plaintive notes of “Stairway to Heaven” wafted to his ears.

Joe grinned.

His back-fence neighbor, Terri, was in one of her moods. He’d learned to gauge Terri’s state of mind by the music she blared while suntanning nude in her backyard. That particular rift meant she’d had a down and dirty fight with her girlfriend, had a twelve-pack of Heines on ice, and was halfway to being pissed.

Joe’s smile went ape-shit wide. Exactly what he needed.

Shoot the breeze with Terri, get a nice buzz on, jump in the pool, and forget the bleakness in the teenager’s eyes. He shucked his button-down shirt, tossed his boots, socks, shed his worn and grimy jeans, shoved off his briefs, grabbed a towel, and padded to the back door.

Spring in Hallie was his favorite time of year. A light breeze lifted the noonday heat, and the fresh aroma of just-mowed grass perfumed the air. A seven-foot wooden fence bordered his and Terri’s backyards. She upped the volume when Joe slipped the deadbolt on the gate between the two properties.

Must’ve been a doozy of a fight.

Terri and her significant other, Petra, had a tempestuous, passionate relationship. He’d come to believe Terri secretly loved makeup sex and deliberately picked fights with Pet.

He spied Terri on the opposite side of the pool. She lay nude on a lawn chair, her face covered by a wide-brimmed straw hat. Joe raised his face to the sun and rolled his shoulders. No place in the world like the good old US of A, and nothing washed away the sins of the universe better than an afternoon of dissing the latest political gaffes and arguing about sports teams while drinking beer and scarfing down pizza. He studied the wispy white clouds dotting the powder-blue sky as he made his way over to Terri.

A four-seater patio table with an open blue-and green-striped umbrella stood adjacent to the twin lawn chairs. He glanced at Terri and frowned.

She looked…different.

Those boobs. Perfect. Rounded.

At least a C-cup, with milk-chocolate areolae, and fat, dark taupe-tipped nipples.

His cock stirred, and he stumbled.

WTF?

He’d never felt the slightest attraction to Terri. He dropped his gaze lower and salivated. Inky, tight curls framed a heart-shaped mound of pubic hair from which peeked the prettiest pink pussy lips he’d ever seen, bar none. His jaw sagged, and his cock vaulted to commander-in-chief attention.

Holy Batman and Robin. He had died and gone to vagina heaven.

The song ended. His knees went slack. Joe grabbed a chair to try to steady himself. The metal feet squeaked on the pavers.

Terri jackknifed to a sitting position.

Not Terri. Not Terri at all. Whoa!

The female scrambled to her feet, grabbed the towel from the chair, and clamped the terry fabric over those perfect breasts. “Help! Help!”

Joe blinked.

She spun around and sprinted to the small deck connected to the back of the house.

A fine ass.

High, muscled, and sweetly curved.

He licked his lips and focused on her sleek thighs and the hint of pubic hair that did a stripper’s grind-and-tease peep show with each long stride.

And all the while she shrieked like a fire engine on full alert.

The high-pitched screams made him wince, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her backside, and he couldn’t have moved an iota even if someone had put a Glock to his head.

She threw open the back door, raced inside, and slammed it shut.

Joe shook his head hoping the blood pooled in his groin would somehow speed back to fuel his lust-dazed brain.

The crack of a window being opened penetrated his sex stupor.

“I called 911, you pervert. Get out of my backyard!”

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a terrific Thursday!

Cheers,

 

Comments

  1. Thank you for doing the series with the Hades Squad. I got the first ‘paratrooper in a pear tree’ and just could not quit until I read them all. Five great books. Five great stories. Again, thank you for keeping me up into the wee hours to finish!

    I to am an author and I wish to have a book as interesting as yours. I do not write in the same form, but would like to hear that someone ‘could not put it down’.

    I just wanted to express my feelings that I believe in your writings and keep up the good work. Everyone needs a ‘pat on the back’.

    • RJ – thank you!!! To have you say you couldn’t put my books down is the best compliment I could ever get. You made my week!

      I don’t think readers realize how much validation an author needs. I’m thrilled you enjoy my books.

      And, if you need any help or have questions you want to ask re writing and getting published – don’t hesitate to email me. What genre do you write?

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