Showing posts with label action adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label action adventure. Show all posts

Monday, July 25, 2016

Setting His Sights #ARe #FEARLESS


Setting His Sights
Fearless 6
BA Tortuga

Genre: Gay Romance, action adventure

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: July 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-20-0

Word Count: 20000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description:

Trey’s waited long enough to take what he needs.

Trey Jamison leads an elite mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and team long-range sniper.

Kai hasn’t made any secret of his attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the feelings he has for his captured teammate.

Review:

Awesome read! Snarky, sexy and an action adventure that will keep you reading long into the night. Great book!

4/5

Excerpt:

Kai liked when the team spent their downtime together.
Oh, he was probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds, and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement, but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.
Maybe because he usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.
The boss was a beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing, except maybe the way Kai admired the man.
Then again, Trey was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing glances, huh?
“You stroke your dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster than everyone else.
“You don’t really want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.
“Ew. No. Don’t tell.”
“Then don’t ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been decent about it.
“No problem.” Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern again?”
“Trey says our last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”
“I need to go get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that little crazy thing we just rescued.”
The girl in Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.
Maybe all girls really were horse crazy.
“Y’all just need to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”
“That sucks ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on, you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”
“Who’s the hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.
“Not you?” Trey asked.
“Nah.” Kai indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you don’t want jamming on you.”
“True enough.” Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”
“Nope.” All he wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s this job look like?”
“I don’t know yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America, maybe.”
“Damn.” All that heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the Middle East played havoc, too.
“Sucks to be you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”
Kai bit back his reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”
“Nope. You’re damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate it.”
The little glow of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”




About the Author:

B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website:






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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Hands On Me by Kim Carmichael




Hands on Me
Kim Carmichael

Agent Gwen Fredricks is a living target.  Captured after a failed mission, the code to crack a safe has literally been permanently hidden on her.  To free herself, she must retrieve a final key.   All Agent Colin Alexander has to do to avoid a desk job is get a code said to be on an enemy agent.   He never dreamed it would actually be on the agent, especially Gwen.

The simple shoot-and-swoop mission takes a turn for these two sometime-lovers and full-time rivals when they call a truce to give into their desire.  Now with the promise to keep both hands on each other at all times, they share a night together.  Loyalties are tested when Gwen manages to swipe the key away, and Colin discovers the code carefully embedded into Gwen's tramp stamp tattoo in a glow of UV light.  When morning comes they must decide if what they feel for each other is worth betraying their agencies.




Guest Post:

Calling:  Gorgeous Heroes (and Looking at Submission Guidelines Though Someone Else's Eyes):

People who don't write romance don't always understand us.  I find it funny how interested most everyone is at what I do when I take off my business suit and come home at night.  This struck me as particularly funny the other day when I was sitting with one of my friends and he asked me to show me what I do when I submit my story.

I went online, found a publisher, and showed him some submission guidelines.   Here is what stood out to him.

Guideline:  No Necrophilia – Undead okay.

He glanced over at me, shrugged his shoulders and told me that was probably a good rule.  I then proceeded to tell him that zombie romance is hot, and I just read the best book in that genre.   We both gave each other an uncomfortable smile.

Guideline:  No Bestiality – Were-creatures in human form okay.

He nodded when I told him that it was just fine to have sex with a werewolf as long as it was in its human form. 

We went through the other standard guidelines, all which made sense to him until we got to this guideline that formed the basis of our discussion.

Guideline:  While it is all right, and encouraged to write imperfect heroines, heroes are always gorgeous.

He didn't understand why it was acceptable to write a heroine who didn't live up to the same physical expectations of the hero.

It really is expected that we write a gorgeous hero - a yummy morsel of man who is basically possessive and focused on our heroine, even if they start the story not liking each other.

We got into a heated discussion where I cited all the traditional responses:
-          We want a heroine we can relate to so she doesn't have to be perfect.
-          We want to live a fantasy with an "unattainable"
-          Every woman wants to feel like the center of someone's life.
-          I even cited imperfect heroes (I am a huge Phantom of the Opera fan, probably in an unhealthy way that I want to go live in an opera house cellar, but that is a whole other discussion)

Of course, to every one of my points, he countered with his own, and even told me that a romance novel is the same thing as a man flipping through the pages of a Playboy, but with plot.

Then I smiled one of those smiles men never understand, and my friend sat back in his chair.

I think that our stories empower women, and that's why we love them.  Yes, we love an imperfect heroine, one who does everyday things and then is taken into an extraordinary world.  We love the everyday heroine who thinks enough of herself to bring the kind of man we write to his knees.  In the end, we love stories about strong heroines who take charge of their life, and that makes her beautiful.

What qualities do you like in your hero?


Kim has it right! We want to be cherished and that is why we love romance novels and erotica. And heroes. Bring on the sexy boys that give us the heat we crave! 

Although Hands On Me was a short novella, I was immediately drawn to the passion infused in each page. You have action and adventure, spies, murderous intent and some pretty hot, drag you to the floor sex. Bring it on! 

I loved the two characters in this book. Two spies tasked with something specific and each one has a thing that the other needs. They also have a blinding passion for each other that goes beyond their profession, with some considerations for kickboxing and gun play. Lol. 

Give me a story that has my pulses racing and you will find me happily reading, heat lines running across the pages of my iPad as I flick the screen faster and faster. That is what this book was like. Add some Snow Patrol music and you have a perfect evening. Oh and some chocolate. Great read with a plot that moves, characters that pop, dialogue that is spot on and a voice that held my interest and left me wanting more and more.

4.5/5 



Excerpt:

"Stop!" A man yelled.

The barrel of another gun met her inches from her face. She tensed, not from the gun, but from the familiar inflection in his voice. The position of both their weapons hid the man's face.

"Get in and lower your gun, or we'll both lose." 
              
"Back up and lower yours, or you won't have a hand left." No one told her what to do, not ever again. The click of her cocking her weapon echoed around them.

He stepped back. "Get in and close the door."

With her gun still raised, she stepped and waited for her opponent to flinch first.

"Now." He moved a fraction of an inch.

She did the same, and with the silent acknowledgement they would both comply, they lowered their guns in unison. She almost shot herself in the foot at the sight of the man who greeted her. Before she made a mistake, she de-cocked her gun and shook her head. "Colin?" Her body betrayed her by trembling. Was this her punishment?

"Gwen." He shoved the gun in his waistband. "You're the one. I would have never guessed."

Think. She screamed at herself to remember her training, and not allow him to best her or distract her. She glanced around the room, giving her time to not look at him. Agents were supposed to be everyday people and blend in, but Colin Alexander stood out. From the moment she quite literally fell into his lap through a two-story ceiling three years ago, she wasn't sure why his agency chose such a standout. She supposed his combed-back black hair and golden eyes were some bizarre form of female torture.



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About the Author:
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her love of happy endings inspired her to create her own.  She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep all her gadgets running.  When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.


Alternative lives find their happily ever after…
Hands On Me - Coming 9/10/12 From Keith Publications