Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Available April 19th - RETRIBUTION

For the first time in ages, I'm really looking forward to a new release. This is my first book with NOBLE ROMANCE, and with their fabulous editors, it's going to prove to be one of my best books - I hope you'll check it out when it's released on the 19th!! It's erotic, and a bit James Bond thriller - with a hero who is rather unique, but lethal... Have a look, and please DO let me know what you think!! Love and Blessings to all.... always!

Silent Death
Previously published by New Concepts Publishing
Revised and expanded
Cover by: Fiona Jayde


Adam Walker is one of the Company’s best field agents, a highly trained, well-honed killing machine when that’s what’s needed. But, he’s also a man of many secrets, and one of them is that he’s a ninja, one of Japan’s mythical death warriors. When another of Adam’s secrets, his lover Kiku, is killed, he turns to the one person he trusts, fellow agent Shainna Barton. While Shainna covers for him on a mission, Adam metes out his revenge, and discovers that his friendship with Shainna has a much deeper meaning that either of them ever realized…


"We have a rogue agent. He's not that good, so neutralizing him won't be too difficult. Besides, Jamil will be on hand." She shrugged with feigned lightness.

"How much do you trust Jamil?"

"Enough." She resisted the step she longed to make toward him, astounded the imposed distance caused her something very similar to real pain. She pushed the unwanted feeling away and focused on why she was in Morocco, why she was here at his request.

"How much time do you need?" she asked after a reluctant pause. Her tone failed to entirely mask her worry. She watched as he reconsidered the request he hadn't actually made yet, but the one she knew was coming. She had no illusions about why he'd asked for her to be sent to Tangier.

"They're saying I killed her." His admission sounded distracted and distant.

That's not all they're saying, Adam. Shainna recalled the newspaper she'd read, as well as the initial report that had sent DeeDee running to her the first night she'd been back in London. Kiku had been beaten and raped, her neck broken. The police had one suspect, a mysterious drifter nobody knew anything about. There were rumors of a blond stranger, a man who appeared and disappeared like a ghost in the pretty woman's life.

"You know who's responsible." She'd surmised as much last night, after adding together what little she knew of the incident and the greater understanding she had of Adam and his methods.

"Yeah," he said in a whisper. "I need cover for seventy-two hours."

She considered his words, calculating the best strategy to allow him the time he needed. His intense gaze captured her attention, and she stared for what seemed like an eternity before taking a seat next to him on the bed.

"Just be sure you make it back to Tangier before the bodies turn up."

"I owe you one." He smiled very slightly.

"So far." She observed him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm going to get a look at the Palace before it opens. Enjoy the room—we don't often get first class accommodations."

She tossed him a grin, but when she attempted to rise from the bed, he stopped her with a quiet, "Shain?"

The soft utterance of her name contained a thousand subtle questions—and answers. Sizzling chemistry, never openly acknowledged by either of them, flared to life in the space of a heartbeat then quickly grew into a raging inferno demanding attention, recognition, and satiation.

With an inaudible, fearful intake of breath, she turned her gaze upward to meet his. He brushed aside a straying wisp of her hair as he drew her toward him, his mouth seeking hers. The contact was electric. She raised her hands to his shoulders, intending to push him away. She didn't want to be a diversion for his grief. He twisted enough to lean her back onto the bed, and she shuddered when his weight shifted, covered her, and his tongue grew ever more evocative as he deepened their kiss.

"Adam." It was a gasp of sound in the space between them when he pulled away and began to unbutton her pants. She heard the zipper dragged down and forced herself to watch, to meet his gaze as he stared at her, the topaz light of his eyes blazing fire back at her.

"If you don't want this, Shainna," he said, voice a rasp of excitement, "tell me now."

"I don't want this to be about your grief for another woman." She finally found her voice, frightened to death he'd leave the bed—just as frightened he'd stay. One moment, he was pulling her pants the length of her legs; a moment later, she forgot everything except the sensations he created when he touched her skin.

"The only woman I'm thinking about right now is the one I'm looking at." He assured her.

"What if this changes everything? I don't want to lose you, Adam. Not to a memory. And not to a mistake."

He smiled, tossed aside her pants, and then bent over her. His mouth moved gently from one leg to the other as he trailed kisses upward from her ankles to the smooth, muscular flesh of her legs. His tongue and wet lips left a glistening track along her inner thighs, and he wondered for a moment if he was using Shainna to forget the numbness created by Kiku's absence.

"Don't stop, Adam." Shainna begged softly. "God... don't stop, now."


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