Hi folks!
July 15th marks the release of my 20th ebook, Bishop’s Angel. When my first book became published in 2005 I
never dreamed that I would reach this milestone. I don’t believe it’s a goal
any writer sets, as who knows what life will bring, or what kind of
distractions get in the way. During the years that followed 2005 I’ve had a
best seller, attended the 2009 Romantic Times Book Lovers Convention, bought and sold several homes, traveled to
Europe, experienced the joy of becoming a grandmother twice, lost my mom and hubby, retired from Disney,
and moved in with my daughter and her family.
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Bishop’s Angel
Blurb – After ten years of sacrificing everything for his country
as a Navy SEAL, Bishop is looking for salvation, and a little something more
permanent in his life. Angel, a pretty kindergarten teacher, thinks she's just
what he needs. Their chemistry is instant, and explosive, only Bishop has
trouble letting go of his commitment to his country. It's up to Angel to prove
there's room for her in his future.
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Excerpt –
“The police are on the way, ma’am.
Where is the intruder now?” the operator asked.
Angel listened for a moment. “He’s
still in the kitchen.”
“Is the intruder male?”
“No, no!” Angel said, and then
quickly lowered her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t
know if it’s a woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when she had the
chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there,
but for how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn
around, frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”
“They’re on their way. Stay calm
and—”
“I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s
eyes rounded with fear when she sensed someone moving up behind her.
“Ma’am stay on—”
Angel knew the intruder was behind her now. She stood up, whipped around
and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she
could make out was a tall, dark outline.
“What the fuck—” a male voice
boomed.
Angel let out another scream and
slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as
she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her
room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the man’s
rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a
feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her
push.
She scooted around him but
suddenly his hands were on her, and for a moment they struggled against each
other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she
used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue
her. It gained her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she
found her ankle being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a
heavy weight.
“No!” she cried out, struggling
wildly against him. But she was no match for his superior strength and the
honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped
around her wrists, and she was pinned against the stairs.
“Who the hell are you?” he
demanded, his face too close to hers.
“Who the hell are you?” Angel demanded right back,
twisting beneath him. It was then she felt cool air in places that she
shouldn’t, reminding her that all she had on was a thin night-shirt and a pair
of bikini panties. Judging by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her
breasts, her shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why he wasn’t wearing a shirt. She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping
her nipples across his flesh.
“Stop before you get hurt!” he
growled. In an effort to subdue her he pressed his body against hers.
“Then get off me!” Angel hissed,
arching her body in an effort to throw him off her. His muscled thighs and
powerful legs flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.
“Not until you tell me who you
are,” he grated in a rough voice.
His warm breath slapped her in the
face. “I live here,” Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his
shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was
too dark.
“The hell you do.”
How did he know that? “The police
are on their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.” Her energy
was beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained
like that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate
proximity.
“Good. Then we can get to the
bottom of this.”
That wasn’t the kind of response
an intruder would make if he were caught in someone else’s house. Maybe he was
delusional or something. Angel decided to switch tactics. “These stairs are
hurting me,” she said weakly.
Things grew still between them and
she sensed his silent contemplation, as if he were wondering if he should
believe her. She whimpered a little for good measure.
“Okay, I’m going to let you up,
but don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.
The second he released her and
lifted off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up
the stairs.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed behind
her.
Angel slammed and locked her
bedroom door in his face. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, except
to get away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long?
She ran to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen
and—
Without warning her bedroom door
was kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
A muscular arm wrapped around
Angel’s waist and she was lifted off her feet. “Let me go!” She wiggled and
kicked, very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his
body. Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock
wasn’t as flaccid as it should have been.
“Look,” he slammed her down onto
the bed and for the second time she found herself pinned beneath his superior
strength. “Before this goes any further I think we need to talk.”
“You can talk to the police,” she
panted, twisting beneath him.
“I intend to,” he said without
hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.
Without warning he reached up and
turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue
topaz, everything in Angel froze, including her breath. Oh God, I know those eyes! She didn’t know the man personally, but
she knew of him from the pictures on the fireplace mantle downstairs. He was
Diana’s older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made
perfect sense.
After six years, he’d finally come
home!
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