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Protecting the Enemy Cover Reveal

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Today author Christy Newton is revealing her cover for Protecting The Enemy.

Protecting the Enemy Synopsis:  

Julianna Fox was made for her job. Or so she is told. The only memory Julianna has of her past is after the explosion. She was a nameless victim until a man pulled her out of the darkness and gave her new life. A new purpose, because anything is better than being no one. When she is about to eliminate her next mark something stops her. The moment Julianna makes eye contact with Reid Castleton, she has a flashback of her forgotten past. How does she know the man? And why can’t she follow through with her assignment? Expert assassin, Reid Castleton, has been told to kill the only woman he ever loved if he wants to live. When he finds his fiancée, he can’t go through with the hit, even if it means losing his own life. Either she can’t remember who she is or is damn good at acting. Neither one knows who to trust. Both make a truce until they can find out why the leader of ETE 7 wants them both dead. What they uncover is a long line of lies and deception that started the moment Julianna was conceived. Will love conquer all or will fear make them do the unthinkable?

 

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You Can See Me by A.E. Via

Author A.E. Via Title: You Can See Me M/M/M GAY EROTIC CONTEMPORARY WORD COUNT - 78,200 Release Date: February 07, 2014

Synopsis: World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind. His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression. He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor. Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards. Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay - until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other. Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants. When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void. In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but become entranced and crave more as well. Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together - grab a cold drink - the heat is going to go all the way up! This is not your typical gay ménage romance. Everyone is not happy, skipping along, and loving life. These men are at each other’s throats. They live completely separate lives; fuss, cuss, and fight until they all realize exactly what the problem is...too damn much sexual tension. AUTHOR BIO: A.E. Via is the new best-selling author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths. When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family – a husband and four children – her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn Harris. While this is only her second novel, she has plenty more to come...so sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up! Go to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on up-coming work, free reads, and where she’ll appear next. Links: Publisher: http://www.amirapress.com Author’s Official Website: http://authoraevia.com Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-E.-Via/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1390865523&sr=8-1 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20416316-you-can-see-me Excerpt: Ric leaned his head back against the elevator paneling and watched the numbers light up all the way to floor ten before his eyes drifted shut for the rest of the way. When the doors opened, he came face-to-face with Prescott’s Texan. Fuck me. Instead of the gorgeous prick getting on the elevator and leaving, the cocky bastard took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway and stared openly at him as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His hazel eyes scanned Ric up and down, taking in his disheveled, stressed-out appearance. “Do you have a fucking problem?” Ric growled, refusing to pretend to be cordial to the man even though he was a complete stranger and had done absolutely nothing to him. The man had the nerve to smirk at him and shake his head as if pitying Ric, or perhaps throwing it in Ric’s face that he’d definitely had a better night than he had. Ric did try to hide his anger at knowing the man had slept with his Pres. Why the hell else would he be leaving at five in the damn morning? Unless he delivered newspapers or milk, he had absolutely no reason to be on this floor this time of morning. Bastard. “No, I don’t have a problem,” he drawled slowly, making sure to put extra enunciation on the “I” part of his sentence. “But, obviously, you do. Or else you wouldn’t be scowling at me for no reason.” “Fuck you,” Ric snarled, stepping just a little closer. He wanted to tear the man’s lips off for talking with that accent. Then he wanted to rip his hands off for daring to touch his Prescott. The man’s probably a male gold digger. “Did you enjoy taking advantage of Prescott? Did you get what you came for?” Ric growled like a rabid animal three inches away from the man’s face, but he’d be damned if the asshole didn’t even flinch at his showcase of fury. No reaction whatsoever. The Texan had one hand casually tucked in his jeans pocket, kicking back one side of his stylish blazer, while he lazily rubbed his other hand over his taut chest and washboard abs that showed through the thin material of his untucked dress shirt. Ric hated to admit it, but the man looked well fucked, and he wore it well. “How could you do that to someone like him?” Ric fumed, and it took everything in him to control his rage. If I hit him, no one would know. There’s no one around, no witnesses. It’d be his word against mine. “I knew I’d peg you in less than five minutes.” The man spoke with one dark brown eyebrow cocked up. He ran his fingers through his bed-tousled dark brown hair and let out an exasperated breath. “Excuse me?” Ric blinked. “Now I know why you were too stupid to hold on to Prescott Vaughan. You were too busy feeling sorry for him. Instead of you seeing a brilliant man, a world-renowned, accomplished chef who happens to be one of the most talented men to ever set foot in a kitchen, you see a needy, helpless man. Ahhh. Now it makes perfect sense.” “Don’t try to act like you know me because you don’t,” Ric growled, still trying to be mindful they were in the hallway of the floor that he lived on. The Texan pushed off the wall and closed the few inches between them. His six feet, two inches of height had him eye to eye with Ric, and the man showed no fear. His handsome face was now a mask of furious anger. “I saw you treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes last night. I watched him beg you for five fuckin’ minutes of your time, and you spat in his face. Now, you have the audacity to say I’m mistreating him? Fuck you,” he snarled right back at Ric. Just as fast as the man’s anger came, it disappeared, and he composed himself to reveal that smirk that Ric selfishly rejoiced Pres couldn’t see, because it was sexy as fuck…and the man knew it. Ric watched his competition push the elevator button as he rubbed his hand over his morning stubble before speaking again. “You know what they say, don’t you, Doc? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and Prescott Vaughan is definitely a rare, precious treasure.” The Texan inched in even closer, which surprised the hell out of Ric since they were practically nose to nose. Ric was smacked in the face with a faint soap-and-water fragrance that made his eyelids flutter and his own dick jerk to life. Ric’s half-lidded eyes were riveted to the Texan’s plush lips as he leaned in and whispered directly into Ric’s open mouth. “If you don’t pull your head out of your ass and claim Prescott Vaughan like he wants, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked the sexy strawberry ten ways to Sunday and there’s not a single trace of your existence left in his mind, because with or without you, he needs love, and I was the one there last night to lick his sweet tears when you walked away.” The elevator doors opened at his final words, and the smooth Texan took a few graceful steps backward into the elevator and gave Ric a sexy wink right before the doors closed. Fucking asshole, Ric thought.

A Gentle Sun Coming Book Blitz

TITLE – A Gentle Sun Coming AUTHOR – Maryann Wakefield GENRE – Romantic Suspense PUBLICATION DATE – January 29, 2014 PUBLISHER – Front Porch Romance

IT'S DONE, PUBLISHED, EAGER TO BE READ

A Gentle Sun Coming has been a long time coming. It's hard to believe that it's over. I don't know how I feel about that. My emotions are roller coastering from joyous to wondering, from sad to feeling like a huge weight just lifted away. One of my first thoughts was Yea, I can throw away old pages, reorganize my desk and computer while giving new space for A Raging Storm Coming.
I swear this is true, my first email today was about buying and reading A Gentle Sun Coming. I have to share the words I received: thoroughly engrossed, intoxicated, amazing book, hooked, enjoying this book so much, addicting. I grew six inches and I believed every word. It was quite a day. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings--maybe the Prologue of Gentle.

BOOK BLURB

When Kade Turner lost her husband and son to a freak automobile accident, she tried to commit suicide and was hospitalized for a year. Daily sessions with Dr. Luke Bradshaw brought her back to the land of the living… and also of loving. Or so she made him believe, as an unexpected and suppressed emotion is kindled and an eternal flame ignited on the night of her departure. She flees to Destin, Florida with the goal of being reunited with her family ‘on the other side’; unable to believe Luke could love a ‘lost cause’ like herself.

Instead, she is targeted by a serial killer who sees her as a challenge. Unbeknownst to Kade, her worst nightmare is her next door neighbor; a man who knows her every move and hears even her thoughts. Will Luke find her in time? Is what they shared strong enough to turn a determination to die into an undeniable desire to live?

EXCERPT

Again the office was silent. Dr. Bradshaw’s scrutiny interrupted Kade’s thoughts, but she drifted away again, wondering if anything she had read was true. He was certainly nice looking with hair the color of sun-bleached mocha, cut to look professional even though pieces escaped their intended placement. His blue eyes were indecipherable.

Nothing about him ever changed, only his glasses. Even though the professional looking clothes changed, they didn’t in Kade’s mind. The magazines on the side table never moved, only their dates changed.

Again, her thoughts were broken, this time by the doctor’s voice bringing her back to the peaceful, luxurious office.

Dr. Bradshaw studied Kade as her concentration flitted about the room, never lingering anywhere. Part of her inattentiveness, he knew, was an honest emotion. Nevertheless, she used it as a ploy to avoid painful conversation. This was the usual pattern, but today started differently, until now. Suddenly, Kade became absorbed in returning her pockets into her jeans. She would not focus on anything except arranging her pockets.

Dr. Bradshaw’s unintended anger changed his tone and tactics. He was tired of her games, tired of her refusal for help. “Kade, you must talk to me. You said you are ready for me to help you, but I can’t if you won’t let me. Start anywhere, but talk. Talk now.”

Ignoring his plea, she deliberately continued gazing around the room, playing her usual game, looking for something different or out of place, refusing to give up her control of the moment. Nothing had changed. Almost every day for the past year she came to this office, and every day it was the same, every day, every damn day, the same. Nothing changed, except those glasses and the occasional wisp of hair.

Kade watched her doctor as he laid his glasses carefully on the desk. She knew he was fighting to control his frustration with her lack of cooperation. She had to leave. She would pretend. She would change. Dr. Bradshaw would think he had won.

“Okay, Doctor. I’ll talk,” Kade said with unused anger spilling out of her voice, her body leaning forward as her hands gripped the chair arms, “but first, I have a question for you."

~Meet the characters~

Kade Turner was born in San Francisco to wealthy parents. She flew through grade school with ease and perfect grades. She was appreciated and well known in high school. She excelled in every activity or event in high school. Kade was well-liked but not popular. There wasn’t time in her schedule for friendships or dates. She attended Stanford University with the intent of earning a degree in art. Since she was expected to marry well, the choice of her degree was unimportant. Her parents were pleased with their daughter as she met every expectation until Kade fell in love with a poor but promising biologist, Ken Turner. Her parents refused to forgive her when she married. They remained unable to forgive Kade even when Clint, their only grandchild was born.

From the outside looking in, Kade Turner had the perfect marriage, the perfect child, and the perfect life, or so she believed until one day when a phone call shattered her world. After that, she’s alive. Nothing more. But somewhere deep inside of her, a tiny spark of toughness and courage remained and it grew. She would never be the same person again, but maybe, just maybe, there was a life to be lived that would bring her new joy and save the lives of others. Just maybe.

Dr. Luke Bradshaw was born and grew up in Dallas, Texas to hard-working parents that cherished all of their children. Luke grew up loving and close to his parents and siblings. That didn’t change as the children became adults and moved from the family home. Luke loved school, his teachers and a few close studious friends. They discussed their classes, books, girls, and how to get the best scholarships. As a result, he had a choice of universities. After careful study he chose the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California in Los Angeles. He never had a regret. His internship brought new focus and understanding of what he wanted to do with his life. His mission became to bring joy and laughter into the lives of those emotionally unable to function or be productive. He thrived on discovery and returning patients to a productive life style. He completed his education and moved into private practice. As his success grew he became the leading psychiatric doctor at Benjamin Brooks Hospital and Mental Clinic in Las Angeles.

Dr. Bradshaw was divorced from his wife, Teague Bradshaw, after seven years. He covered his heartbreak well following his own practices to seek a return to happiness. Regardless of his resistance to new love, he falls in love with a patient that even he doesn’t see any progress. Yet, fate is a factor in any life, and his is no exception. Life is not as he expected

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AUTHOR BIO:

I am a writer. I can’t tell you how much I love saying those four words. I’ve always been a writer. I’m fascinated by the power of a single word. As an educator, well crafted words got me what I wanted, what I needed for my children, teachers, staff, parents, my building, and, of course, for myself.

Now I write fiction stories inspired by a lifetime of observations, experiences, dreams, and what-ifs. I surround myself with other writers: Ozark Romance Writers, Ozark Writers League, Springfield Writers Guild, Sleuth’s Inc, Sisters in Crime, and Mystery Writers of America. I sit on the board of Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. I participate in the annual Writers Hall of Fame Writers Workshop. The mission is to award scholarships to talented high school seniors and to recognize students in grades 5 through 12 for their writing skills. To fulfill the mission I’m involved with selecting a professional writer with significant contributions to receive the Quill Award at an annual Gala.

I’m a lifetime member of Missouri State Teachers Association and the National Education Association. My career as an educator was in Springfield, Missouri where I taught at four elementary schools (Delaware, Holland, Horace Mann, and Eugene Field) and served as principal at two (Weaver and Alice Pittman). Later I became a consultant for Springfield Public Schools and taught reading at Drury University. I loved those years, all those children, all those memories.

Now I write. I bring to this new job passion and the ability to set missions and goals. To be a writer, you have to know yourself. I’m good at climbing out of the tough valleys that life brings; I believe that I can make the tough valleys of others easier with my stories. I want to make a positive difference. I believe my first novel, A Gentle Sun Coming, will do that. My agent, Jeanie C. Loiacono, Loiacono Literary Agency, LLC. and Madison Connors, Front Porch Romance is marketing it now. Take a look at their web site and find my name under Clients. I’m at work on my second novel, A Raging Storm Coming.

When I’m not sitting in my downstairs office with the window onto my yard, I’m off on another trip (LOVE to travel!), out working in my flowers, taking long walks, playing tennis, lunching with the girls, soaking in my tub, playing bridge with long-time friends, curled up with a good book (and maybe a small glass of wine), or entertaining friends and family. Ah, my family! When I’m counting my blessings, I begin with my husband, Larry Wakefield (my childhood sweetheart) and my wonderful family: son Allen and his wife Lisa, son Scott, deceased, and six grandchildren.

Am I happy? Yes. I used to say that teaching was the best job in the world. I loved being a teacher. But I have to tell you that realizing my second dream–becoming a full time writer–is even better than I expected. It’s hard work. I can’t get enough.

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Misty Matthews' Blitz: Character bios, guest post and This or That

Misty Matthews' Coming Home Book Blitz

TITLE – Coming Home: Book One of ‘Taking a Chance on Love Series’
AUTHOR – Misty Matthews
GENRE– Contemporary Romance
PUBLISHER – Front Porch Romance

Today is the second day of the Misty Matthews tour. Check out the awesome guest post and the ‘this or that’ section that both halves of the Misty Matthews’ duo took part in.

Guest Post:

Do you believe in love at first sight? Speaking as the Matthews half, yes I do. I firmly believe that there’s someone out there for everyone—someone you’re meant to be with, but sadly, I don’t think everyone finds their soul mate. I think people look for the person they think they should be with and often fail to see the real gem. Maybe that’s why so many relationships fail. I met my husband at university and it was definitely love at first sight. We became a steady item within weeks and have been married, to one another, for forty two years.

This or That – The Misty half says:

1 – Coffee or Tea? Tea
2 – Beach or Mountains? Beach
3 – Summer or Winter? Summer
4 – Cats or Dogs? Dogs
5 – Paperback or ebook? Right now ebook, but I still read paperbacks.
6 – Tattoos or No tattoos? (On your book boyfriends) Tattoos!
7 – Flats or Heels? Heels
8 – Curly or Straight? Curly 9 – Oprah or Jerry Springer? Oprah
10 – Chocolate or Peanut butter? Chocolate

This or That - The Matthews half says:

1 – Coffee or Tea? Coffee
2 – Beach or Mountains? Mountains
3 – Summer or Winter? Summer
4 – Cats or Dogs? Cats
5 – Paperback or ebook? both
6 – Tattoos or No tattoos? (On your book boyfriends) None for me thanks
7 – Flats or Heels? flats
8 – Curly or Straight? curly
9 – Oprah or Jerry Springer? Neither
10 – Chocolate or Peanut butter? Allergic to both

SYNOPSIS

Motorcycle riding, high-powered attorney Alana Stewart is a far cry from the shy, teenager who left Chance determined never to look back. Family obligations force her to return to the town that only holds bad memories for her. A stop at her former sanctuary brings an unexpected surprise...the new manager just might be what she needs to get her through the holidays. When sexy, leather-clad Alana walks into the bookstore, Connor Tate, has a feeling he may be in for the ride of his life. Despite the fact that their lives are headed in different directions, they are drawn to one another. Connor is determined to prove to Alana that Chance isn’t the place she remembers, but will his efforts fail when she discovers he hasn’t told her the whole truth about himself? Can they trust each other enough to take a chance on love?

EXCERPT

Connor tried to look busy as Alana browsed the bookshelves. The woman had definitely changed. Though he was two years older than she was, he remembered her from high school. They’d been a lot alike back then, both of them with their noses always stuck in books, not quite fitting in with the rest. The similarities should have made them friends, but as a teen, he hadn’t had the nerve to talk to a girl, even an equally unpopular one. He vaguely remembered her coming into the store those afternoons when he worked in the back unpacking boxes of new books and sorting them to put on the shelves. He’d been enchanted by her, watching surreptitiously from behind the shelves. How animated she’d become when she’d talk to Dad about the current book she was reading or about the places she’d like to visit. He would stand hidden in the back, just listening to her voice, but too shy to even consider joining the discussions. He’d really liked the girl she’d become when she visited the shop back then—a girl who was nothing like the cowering mouse he saw at school each day. Somehow, he didn’t think unpopularity would be her problem now. She was the perfect woman—smart, extremely sexy with or without the leather, and for goodness’ sake, she rode a motorcycle. She exuded confidence and poise, and wasn’t afraid to take risks; just look at the way she’d been blatantly flirting with him. Despite his best effort, he was having a hard time controlling his body. Of all the days to wear jeans that were a touch too tight. If he didn’t get his eyes off her cute little derriere, he’d humiliate himself. She was affecting him far more deeply than he’d expected. He took a deep breath, forcefully tore his eyes away from her leather-clad bottom, and returned to sorting the new shipment of books that had just arrived.

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CHARACTER BIOS

Alana Stewart is the eldest in her family. She’s 28, almost 29 and has one sister, Melody. Alana is a lawyer with a firm in Austin, Texas. She’s one hundred percent dedicated to her job and that’s put her on the fast track for a junior partnership, something she wants more than anything. When she isn’t arguing cases in court or working on briefs, Alana likes to ride her motorcycle. The wind in her face is the only way she can relax. She left her hometown of Chance, Arizona, ten years ago and hasn’t been back since. Growing up as a bookish nerd, her memories of her small hometown aren’t pleasant ones, and combined with a overprotective mother, Alana has no desire to return to the gossip and limitations of small town living. The only reason she’s come back this year is because she was guilted into it by her mother. This’ll be her niece’s first Christmas she’ll remember and Mom wants her home for a traditional Stewart Christmas. Alana reluctantly agreed and rode her motorcycle from Austin to Chance. She plans to blow this Popsicle stand as soon as she can. She’s home for this year, but she has no intention of ever coming back.

Connor Tate grew up in Chance, Arizona, and after a few years away, he realized there’s nowhere else on earth he’d rather be. When he left the big city and returned home, he took over as manager of Tate’s Bookstore, the small independent bookstore owned by his father. He loves his job. His parents travel extensively, so, despite the fact that he’s in his early thirties, he lives in the family home with them, looking after the house and grounds when they’re away. He’s also a volunteer fireman. He loves helping others. When he needs to clear his head, he rides his motorcycle out into the Sonora Desert, to a special place he loved where he can be alone and relax. Connor as a secret. In addition to his duties as bookstore manager, he’s also reclusive best-selling author J.T. Connor. No one in Chance, other than his immediate family, knows his secret identity and like Superman, he wants to keep it that way. He’s avoided getting involved with any of the local ladies—too much danger messing in your own sandbox. When he needs female companionship, he takes a holiday, but Chance always calls him back.

AUTHOR BIO

Misty Matthews is a newly formed writing partnership between Susanne Matthews and Misty Cail. These authors have never met and the book was created by grace and virtue of email and Internet chats. It's a true Twenty-first century miracle. Misty and Susanne met in an online Facebook chat group back in December, 2012 and have become fast friends and partners. Misty, the plot genius, had the idea for the book, but found it hard to do the research and polishing necessary for the story. Susanne loved the premise of the story and offered to handle that aspect of it in partnership with her. The name seemed a natural choice. The rest as they say is history. When Front Porch Romance offered them their first contract, they actually spoke by phone for the first time, cementing a working relationship they hope will go on for years to come. While both authors will continue to write solo, watch for more books and short stories from the duo.

AUTHOR LINKS

Website/Blog – http://www.mhsusannematthews.ca/misty-matthews.php

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Misty-Matthews/526929407395256?ref=hl

Twitter – @Mistymatthews8

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Gringa by Eve Rabi

 

 

TITLE – Gringa 

AUTHOR – Eve Rabi 

GENRE – Modern Romance 

PUBLICATION DATE – December 9, 2013 

PUBLISHER – Eve Rabi 

COVER ARTIST – Eve Rabi

I was twenty-one, a sassy college student who took crap from no one. While holidaying in Mexico, I was accosted by The Devil of Mexico called Diablo and shot, because the s.o.b. mistook me for a spy.

I survived, only to encounter him again months later. How’s that for luck?

Furious and sick of all that I’d been through because of him, I slapped him, told him to go to hell and braced myself for the bullet. He could shoot me – I no longer cared.

But, to my surprise, he became fascinated with me and blackmailed me into becoming his woman. He’d slay the entire village that sheltered me, if I rejected his proposal.

He was Kong, hairy, tattooed from fingertips to face, with scary ass piercings, blood-shot snake eyes, a ruthless killer and above all, he was my murderer – how could anyone expect me to say yes?

To save the village I had to.

He took me by force, terrorized me into submission and made me his. To make matters worse, I had to put up with his ruthless, backstabbing family who hated me and wanted to kill me.

I despised the bastard and I told him that. Spark flew. Fists too.

But, the more I rejected Diablo, the more he wanted me.

At times he wanted to kill me because of my insolence, but other times he just wanted me to love him.

I was his Gringa and in an attempt to get my love, he began to change for me. Drastic changes that made me laugh at him at first, then made me curious.

As the days went by, I found myself drawn to him and I began seeing him differently. When I found out about his past, everything changed.

 

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(Please Note This Excerpt Is For 18+ And Contains Some Strong Language)

He grabs me by the scruff of my neck and drags me out of the room to the lunch table.
‘Leave me the fuck alone!’
He shoves me into the dining room. It’s Saturday so that entire gang is there, in the mood to party and to be entertained. Watching Diablo drag me to the table gets them excited.
Humiliated and seething, I sit down and drum my nails on the table. I don’t eat or look at him.
‘Eat!’ he orders.
I ignore him and drum louder, furiously.
A man named Norman, seated next to me, leans over and says, ‘Señorita gringa want Whiskey?
‘Yes please, Norman.’
Norman pours the whiskey and places the glass in front of me.
‘Thank you Norman,’ I say, bypassing the glass and reaching for the bottle.
Norman’s eyes grow huge when he sees me taking giant swigs from the bottle.
It’s awful. I hate whiskey. Tastes like gasoline to me.
‘Damn!’ I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ‘This sure is mighty fine whiskey, Norman.’
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, my name …’
‘Lemme pour you one, Norman.’ I top his glass to the brim and hand it to him. ‘Knock yourself out,’ I chuckle.
Diablo’s not smiling.
Yeah, I’m supposed to be nice to him now that the FBI is involved. Well, fuck the FBI and Fuck him.
As lunch progresses, I’m feeling a little more relaxed now. Warm in my toes and even a little confident. Well, they’re eating lunch and I’m drinking mine – whiskey, Tequila and some other shit on the table.
After a few more swigs from the bottles, I cross my arms over my head and whistle Hit me Baby One More Time by Brittany bitch. Totally out of tune, but hey, who gives a fuck right now.
Diablo’s hairy face reveals little, but somehow I don’t think he’s comfortable with my drinking. Hell, I’m not comfortable with my drinking, but screw him.
They’re passing around pictures. Pornographic pictures and the conversation becomes steamy.
Usually, I pass on the pictures, but today, I snatch them out of Norman’s hand. ‘Lemme see that!’
I peer at the picture then burst out laughing. ‘That’s the fugliest flower I have ever come across,’ I say.
‘Eh, Señorita gringa, iiis not a flower, iiis a, how you say it…?’ He snaps his fingers.
‘Vagina,’ some other fucker calls out.
I peer at him. ‘What?!’ I snatch it out of his hands again. ‘Gimmee that.’ I stare at the picture. ‘Mm. Can’t be a woman’s vagina. It’s too fugly. Has to be a man’s.’ I hand him back the picture and go back to my neglected bottle.
‘So many Gringas,’ Antonio says, perving over the pictures. At the mention of the word ‘Gringa’, all eyes zero in on me.
Am I embarrassed? Hell no!
‘Hey, don’t look at me,’ I say and down another Tequila, whiskey – whatever – I’ve lost track of what I’m drinking. ‘I don’t roll that way. Why don’t you ask the fugly asshole at the end of the table?’
There is a collective gasp in the room and all eyes dart towards Diablo, including mine. Now he’s gonna be really pissed. Great.
But his amused response in Spanish brings on some guffawing.
‘What? What did he say, Norman?’
Norman is pissed enough to explain. ‘Diablo say, is like a fucking a Colchón sometimes. He say, is a big let down. And, Señorita Gringa, and my name is not …’
‘Colchón … mattress? He said that, did he?’ I let out a long, low whistle. ‘Well Norm, what the hell does he know, huh?’
I smile at Norman. ‘Can I call you “Norm?” I don’t wait for him to answer. ‘He don’t know jack. Foreplay – hell, he probably thinks it’s some kind of sugar-free chewing gum or something to do with his car’s steering wheel. Huh, Norm?’
‘But Señorita gringa, my name is not Norm, it is not Norman, it is Lucas.’
I stare at him for so long, he starts to flinch. ‘Lucas?’
He nods.
‘Why didn’t you say something, Norm? Okay, I’ll call you Lucas from now on, Norm.’
‘Eh …’
Santana almost falls off her chair laughing.
I look at Norm. ‘Now Norm,’ I point to Santana, ‘she’s probably laughing at what I said. Or she’s laughing at what the fuckwit at the end of the table said about me – the mattress – whatever shit …but, you ever seen a donkey laugh, Norm?
‘No, Señorita gringa. But my name …’
‘Never? Well, it’s your lucky day, Norm, cos you’ve seen it now.’ I jerk my head towards Santana.
Well, that magically erases the smile of donkey’s face.
‘You biiitch!’ Santana screeches. ‘I fargin’ kiiill you!’
I smile and raise my bottle at her. ‘Take a “fargin” number and get in “fargin” line.’
Troy comes up to me. ‘Gringa,’ he whispers, ‘come, let me take you to bed so you can sleep it … ’
My eyebrows shoot up. ‘Take me to bed? Are you better in bed than your brother? Christ, I hope so, Troy!’
Troy turns scarlet and shrinks back, all the while glancing nervously at Diablo.
Diablo looks at everyone around him falling out of their chairs with laughter and his breathing becomes like that of an emphysema patient – raspy and labored.
‘He really is lousy in bed Troy. And you know what? I don’t like him. He’s hairy and yuuuuck! He won’t let me visit my … ’
Diablo slams his fist onto the table, rattling the table and animating plates, cutlery, glasses.
‘Fuck! Look what you did Satan – you nearly made me spill my …’ I jerk back and peer at the label on the bottle in my hand. ‘What the fuck is this shit? Anyhoo, you’ve made me lose count of how many drinks I had. Have to start all over again. In case I have to drive.’
Diablo suddenly whips out his knife and flings it ninja-style at me. I duck and it hits the wooden beam behind me.
‘Ooooh!’ I cry shaking both my hands mockingly. ‘I’m in trooouble now! Biiiiga trooouble.’
‘Go gringa, go!’ some of the men cheer.
‘Whoookay!’ I say.
Diago stands up.
I stand up too and look him in the eye, my eyebrows disappearing behind my spiky fringe.
Breathing heavily, he creeps slowly to me, but I’m ready for him. I kick back my chair and sidle around, using the table as a barrier between us.
‘Watch him move, like a … eh, what you say for walrus in Spanish?’
The men laugh harder. Even Christa laughs.
‘You will farkin’ die!’ Diablo roars.
‘And who’s gonna farkin kill me, huh?’ I ask, dancing on the spot. ‘You?’ I throw my head back and laugh.
More laughter around me.
Diablo runs to his knife, grabs it off the beam and runs towards me.
But I’m already out of the villa and racing towards the cliff.
‘I’m going to kiiiill you!’ he yells as he chases me.
‘Fuck you, motherfucker!’ I scream over my shoulder and sprint ahead. I don’t care if he kills me, I just don’t want to be assaulted by him. He’s super strong and I stand no chance against him if he does. I’ve never seen him run before and I’m hoping he’s out of shape and slow. Well, the big lunch should make him sluggish.
But to my dismay, I can actually hear his breathing. I’m surprised at my slowness. Must be something to do with the booze. I have to admit, I didn’t realize how drunk I was until I started running. Too late now.
I run up the hill and through the dense foliage, passing startled villagers tending the cannabis crops. They stop and stare when they see Diablo chasing a gringa with a knife in his hand. Behind Diablo are his men, some on horseback and some on foot, not wanting to miss the moment Diablo finally kills the insolent Gringa.
‘Go, gringa go!’ I hear.
I run faster than I ever did in my life.
‘You will die!’ Diablo threatens behind me, still brandishing the knife. His breathing is getting louder and I know I have to do something.
The rock pool! I know for sure that Diablo is no match for me in the water. Very few people are. I head for the pool.
Changing route confuses Diablo and for a few moments, the gap between us increases, allowing me some respite.
I’m desperate to reach the rock pool so that I can shake the enraged animal behind me.
But to my dismay and my surprise, he catches me.
‘Let go of me, you fucking freak!’

   

 

 

AUTHOR BIO Eve Rabi lives in Australia, but she was born in South Africa. She is the author of 20 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, alpha males and no holes-barred love stories. Oh, and let’s not forget about humour, it’s a must in her books. To quote a smashwords.com reviewer: “When you pick up an Eve Rabi book, forget sleep. She writes gripping page turners that will keep you reading till the very end.”

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LOVE STORIES BY EVE RABI
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 1
Deception – A Palace Full of Liars – Book 2

Burn’s World – Book 1
Burn’s World – Book 2
Burn’s World – Book 3
Burn’s World – Book 4

CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 1
CAPTURED – My Sworn Enemy, My Secret Lover – Book 2

Gringa – A Love Story Book 1
Gringa – A Love Story Book 2
Gringa – A Love Story Book 3
Gringa – A Love Story Book 4

THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 1
THE CHEAT – A Tale of Lies and Infidelity – Book 2

You Will Pay – For Leaving Me (This book is free to Eve Rabi Fans)

Obsessed with me –Book 1
Obsessed with me –Book 2

Betrayed – He’d get his Girl at Any Cost

My Brother, My Rival (Book 1)
My Brother, My Rival (Book 2)