Congratulations and happy release day to my friend, Debra Ann Fisk. Her latest book and second in the Cozy Cove Series, Irresistibly Dangerous, is available today at Siren-Bookstrand in all ebook formats.
Artist Cookie Lucus is compelled to rethink her flirtatious, carefree life when a carnival psychic predicts a future love interest with a mysterious hot stranger. Armed with a string of unusual promises, she’s determined to decipher the old woman’s cryptic message.
Slade Hunter is searching for lost treasure off the coast of Florida. Using the theme of Treasure Island, he plans to build a resort on the outskirts of town and no one is going to stand in his way, until curvy artist Cookie Lucas stimulates his unsettled lust. Divided between the project and the woman who haunts his sexual thoughts, Slade slowly grows accustomed to Cookie in his life.
When Slade is almost lost at sea, Cookie learns she’s pregnant and decides to keep it a secret.
Soon, Slade discovers the treasure. This is happiest day of his life with the woman he loves by his side, but it’s short lived when he learns that she’s pregnant and has another secret.
Can Cookie and Slade find true love, or will sudden danger and hidden secrets tear them apart?
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Slade Hunter pulled into Cozy Cove on a custom Harley that let everyone know he was a force to be reckoned with. Not that it was his intention. Eighteen hours on the back of a motorcycle through rain, sleet, snow—aww hell—what the fuck? Now he was losing it, reciting the postman’s creed. He needed a shower and to drop into bed for at least a solid eight hours. Then he’d begin laying the ground work for this project. The equipment wouldn’t arrive for a few more days. Slade didn’t want to wait. His original plan to fly out of Boston had been cancelled when a freak late-in-the-season snow storm caused massive flight delays. His personal plane was grounded along with the every other airline. Impatient and pissed off, he decided to travel out of the city with the trailer hauling their equipment. Once he hit a break in the weather, he rolled his Harley out of the trailer and took off. He licked his lips. The flavor of the salty sea air on his tongue heightened his excitement. Eight years of planning was about to pay off. He smiled. Nothing and no one was going to get in his way.
He traveled on the main road through the center of Cozy Cove. Cute town. Perfect for his plans. Slade slowly drove by, making a mental note of the shops that lined the street. None of them were open yet. Too bad it was early, just after dawn.
In a decorative brick building stood Petals, a florist. Further down was the Crazy Crab, a rustic, restaurant and bar type of place. The next store he noticed was called Art by Cookie Lucas, interesting. A few people waved as he drove by. They seemed friendly. The sheriff passed him on the street and nodded. Nice town.
The sign up ahead directed him to the Cozy Cove Inn. He’d done his homework on this area and had made a reservation for a suite at the Cozy Cove on their web site. He pulled up to the inn. Very impressive. It couldn’t compete with his plans to build a luxury resort. The acquisition of the beachfront property was pretty much a done deal, but this place had a lot of style, plenty of charm, and was much larger than he remembered it being online.
One thing he could say about April in south Florida, the weather was a pleasure. Marketing his resort in this beautiful tropical climate would be a breeze. He grabbed his duffel bag off the back, ready to shed his dirty leather jacket. His legs ached and wobbled a bit after driving hours with his butt plastered in a leather seat without a break.
When he reached the front desk, an older woman with gleaming red hair peered over the red reading glasses that rested on her nose.
“I’m Gladys. Can I help you?” Her hot pink lips slipped into a smile.
“Slade Hunter. I have a reservation for a suite.” He dropped his bag on the floor, not wanting to expend an extra ounce of energy. “I’m exhausted. I would appreciate it if I wasn’t disturbed.” He ran his fingers through his hair and studied a captivating mural on the wall of the front entryway. A painting of the ocean so vivid, the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in his mind. It was the image of Cozy Cove from a distance.
“No problem, Mr. Hunter.” She handed him his keys. “That mural was painted by a local artist, Cookie Lucas. She has a gallery in town.”
He nodded. “I passed it on my way here.”
“I take lessons from her.” She walked over with her arm extended to a painting of what looked like it was supposed to be a rose hanging on the wall. “Her motto is anyone can paint,” she announced.
Anyone but Gladys Hanson. “I see there’s more than one local artist with talent.” He chuckled.
Gladys blushed. “Thank you. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No. Sleep is all I need.” He reached down and hoisted his duffel bag, flinging it over his shoulder. “Directions too.”
“Follow this hallway to the stairs. Then—”
“Gladys, you’re never going to believe what…”
Slade snapped his head around to see a tall, gorgeous woman with long auburn brown hair burst into the room.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were busy.” She smiled wide eyed and flipped her mane of long hair to the side, her face frozen on his. She was tall, curvy, and sexy, with a designer body a man could appreciate. Full, ripe lips, thick dark lashes framed sparkling green eyes. The yellow bikini top strained to uphold her hidden treasures, while the tie-dye wrap-around hugging her hips hung dangerously low. So low he wanted to remove it with his teeth.
“Cookie Lucas, this is Slade Hunter. Slade was just admiring your mural.”
That’s not all he was admiring. He may have been tired, but he wasn’t dead. This was the artist. Beautiful and talented. Touches of artistic expression accented her appearance. Her toes were polished purple, highlighted with little white flowers and specks of glitter. A silver dolphin ring wrapped around her center toe. An unexplained magnetic energy crackled around her, luring him in. Cookie. The name suited her. She looked good enough to eat.
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Woo hooo it’s finally here! Release day for Seducing Wrath, book two in the Raining Chaos Rocker series. I loved writing about the jaded guitar player and the groupie – Wrath and Sapphire. They had an instant attraction in book one, Taming Chaos, and they demanded their story be told next. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’d love to hear what you think about this book and the series.
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. New Adult Rocker romance – MF.
In book two of Raining Chaos:
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions… I had them, the good intentions, when I answered the ad to write an article about Raining Chaos—the band I loved—and make use of my newly printed diploma hanging on the wall. Okay, it was more than that. It was also Wrath. Lust at first sight? Oh yeah, and so much more.
I’m going to be totally screwed when he finds out the truth. ‘Cause you know nothing goes as planned and I screwed up big time. Like I said…road, hell, good intentions…I’ve got that.
Blue hair? Oh yeah, the chick has my attention, she got it as soon as I saw her. Only thing, I never expected to get addicted to her. Even if there is something about Sapphire that doesn’t seem right to me, I can’t seem to keep my hands off her long enough to give a crap.
At least I didn’t until I got kicked in the gut when private info was tweeted to the world. It’s hard enough being on our first tour without someone working against us. I don’t want to believe it’s her, but…
Join me, the guitar player, and Sapphire, the groupie as Raining Chaos continues our tour. Our hearts catch fire, but the truth may rip us apart.
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“I’ll be waiting.”
“You’d damn well better be,” I answered with a low growl. For some reason the ladies loved my growl. I swatted her butt as I walked by and she flipped me off. Damn, she was cute. I really would be sorry to see her go.
A cloud of steam followed me out of the bathroom and I felt a hell of a lot better now that I was clean again. Between sweating like a f***** pig on stage and f****** Blue, I was gross, and the cold rain was the icing on the freakin’ cake.
I walked right past Blue, not even seeing her at first. When I couldn’t find her anywhere, I walked back into the bedroom. She was out cold and curled up in a ball on the bed. Cute as she looked, I was horny and I wanted her. F***. Again…I had to tell myself I wasn’t a heartless prick, but I sure as hell wanted to be.
Wandering into the suite’s living room, I grabbed the bottle of scotch and a plate of food. My stomach grumbled. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d eaten. After cleaning the plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some good southern biscuits and gravy, I felt better. My stomach was satisfied but my hunger for Blue was still burning bright.
Grabbing the scotch and a glass of ice, I figured maybe if I turned on the TV in the bedroom she’d wake up. Okay, so maybe I am a selfish prick, but she’s a groupie and I knew she wanted me so what’s the big deal? There’s plenty of time to f***** sleep when we’re dead.
I turned the lights off, the TV on, and slid under the covers. Clicking through the stations I couldn’t find a damn thing I wanted to watch. Having five million channels didn’t matter if it all f***** sucked. I settled on CNN since there wasn’t jack else and I turned up the volume hoping to disturb Princess Blue’s sleep.
I didn’t expect to see us all on TV. F***. Seriously, dude. There have to be freakin’ spies everywhere. The talking head was reporting that we’d finished our shows in Virginia with a special guest appearance by Preston Mitchell from The Hurricanes. I was waiting to hear if they’d caught wind of anything else but so far so good. I glanced at the clock as I yawned. F***, it’s four a.m. already?
I swallowed my cheer when I heard her voice. Hell yeah. “Feel better now?”
“Yeah. Sorry I passed out on you. It was just so warm and cozy.”
“No worries.” Nice one, dickwad. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Oh yeah, plenty. Thank you.” She stretched and the robe spread open. Seeing those gorgeous tits made my mouth water.
“Blue, you’re so f***** hot.”
Noticing the direction of my stare, she lowered her eyes and for the first time I saw her blush. It started at her chest and slowly flooded her face with color. I’d never f***** seen anything like it.
“Guess you’re wide awake, huh?” She grinned and winked at me.
Smart girl, she knew what I wanted, what we both wanted, right? She’s a groupie for f***’s sake. “Shit yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. It’s our last day, figured you’d want some more memories to take back home.”
She looked startled and I wondered what I’d said wrong.
“Are you kicking me to the curb?”
“I just…well um, f***. All the others left already. I figured when we headed out, you’d go back home—wherever the hell that is.”
“Home’s near Philly but I’m not going back. I’m staying with you. Unless you don’t want me?”
“F*** yeah,” I said pointing to my raging hard-on. “But don’t you have a life to get back to?”
I watched the emotions slide across her face as she rubbed the blue stone she wore around her neck. What the f***?
“Nah, I’m between shit right now, and I figured I’d see the country this way. I haven’t gotten around much.”
Something about what she said didn’t seem right, but when she reached for my cock, I stopped worrying about it. There’d be time later.
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