Sam's Sunday Snippet

What do you get when you Match a Strong Honeybun Female with a Dark, Incredibly Sexy Middle Eastern Hero?  Honeybun Sheik!

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! "I love this book from the role reversal of Calia taking on the active role of bodyguard and protecting Abdel and that Abdel did not fit the stereotype of a narrow minded Arab. He's gorgeous, funny and appreciates both a joke and a woman who knows her own mind. I shall be checking out other books by this author. This one is an adventurous romp and a charmingly sexy romance." 

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Abdel Ezzat brushed a hand over his visor to clear it of snow. He could have sworn he saw a woman fly by between the evergreens. He stopped his snowmobile and turned it off. The high pitched whine of another engine filled the silence he’d expected. 

He climbed off his sled and removed his helmet, settling it on the seat. As he made his way toward the sound of the idling sled, he noticed that the light snow he’d started his ride in had turned to near blizzard conditions.

If he didn’t get back to his chalet soon, there was a good chance he’d be stuck out there. He’d probably freeze to death. 

He briefly considered turning back, taking his sled home. It was probably just some fool, like him, who’d thought that a ride in the snow would allow him to hide from the reality of his life for a while. But something about the sound of that engine bothered him. So, against his better judgment, he stepped through the thick copse of evergreen trees.

She was lying face down in the snow. Not moving. Her head and face were covered by a fur trimmed hood, but it was easy to see that it was a woman. The soft curves were evident in a slim fitting white snow suit and her feet were warmly encased in fur boots. 

Pulling off one of his gloves, Abdel reached down and found the side of her neck beneath the ski jacket. Despite the bitter temperatures, her skin was warm and oh so soft under his fingertips. 

Her pulse was strong. He reached down and pulled off a soft boot and scratched the bottom of her foot. The leg twitched. 

No apparent paralysis. He thought it was safe to move her. Looking toward the sky, he realized she would die if he didn’t. So he decided to take the chance. 

He stood up and walked over to her sled, shutting it off. Silence settled over the night like a chilly blanket. The thick, heavy snowflakes drifted silently around them, nearly obscuring the woman within only moments of her accident. 

Abdel walked back and turned her over . Short, curly, reddish-black hair framed a creamy, brown face with high cheekbones and a thick fringe of lashes that formed feathery arcs against her skin. A jolt of sensual awareness hit him as her lush, red lips and flawless skin were illuminated in the dappled light from his sled on the other side of the tree line. 

His damsel in distress was delicious. 

Abdel swore. Just what he needed.

He scooped her up and stood. His chalet wasn’t far. And he had people there who could help her. 

Abdel figured she’d be fine. 

The question was, with a beautiful woman in the house, would he?

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Stealth Honeybun - Book 3 of my sexy adventure series, Honeybun Cousins

Peyton Honeybun just wants to get a six pack of cold beer and watch football. But, he doesn’t quite make it to that la-z-boy with his six pack. When four gunmen enter a small country grocery store and take the employees hostage, Peyton and the store’s beautiful owner just barely avoid being discovered and taken hostage with the others. 

Willa Sloan doesn’t know what’s happening when she emerges from the back room and gets a big, warm, Honeybun hand slapped over her mouth as she’s dragged backward into hiding. But when she learns her store has been infiltrated and her people taken hostage, the last thing she intends is to hide in a dark corner whimpering. 

Together, they discover two things through that long and terrifying night. First, a country grocery store is a great place to run a stealth operation if you’re enterprising enough. And second, love can happen at the strangest times!

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Peyton showed Brita where his hostages were and her men carted them away. Then he went to the front of  the room and slipped along the refrigeration unit, looking for Willa down all the aisles.

There was no sign of her.

Brita left to get into position near the front of the store.

A moment later, a squawk sounded through the store and Peyton jumped.

A voice vibrated over the public address system. “Mr. Honeybun.” The voice was raspy and deep, like someone who’d been sucking smoke through his throat for a few decades.

His blood pressure shot into danger zone. If the guy knew his name…

“I think you and I need to talk. There’s someone here who would greatly appreciate you coming to the office.”

Peyton peered through the refrigeration unit and swore.

Willa and Jeff stood side by side in the office, in front of the glass window, and the gunman was behind them. He held a rifle to Willa’s head.

She had her arm around Jeff’s shoulders and looked terrified.

There was only one thing to do. He couldn’t help them from the back of the store. He needed to get close enough to stop Michaels from using that gun.

Peyton opened the glass door to the nearest unit and called out. “I’m coming out now. Don’t hurt them.”

The PA system squawked again. “No guns, Honeybun. I’m watching.”

“No guns!”

Peyton figured he had about 30 seconds to do what he needed to do. He grabbed one of the water bottles he’d assembled and tucked it into the small of his back, covering it with his shirt.

Then he went out through the storeroom and entered the store. Brita was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully she was already in place at the front of the store.

Peyton took a deep breath. Time to wrangle a bad guy.

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Available 2/9/12 here!

Sexy Snippet Sunday

Are you ready for today's Sexy Sunday Snippet? Today's little taste is from my soon to be released romantic suspense novella, Stealth Honeybun. Enjoy!

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“Can I help you find something?” The soft, slightly breathless voice seemed to come out of nowhere.

Peyton looked around but didn’t see anybody.

Finally, a dark head lifted from behind a cart filled with vegetables. Soft brown eyes peered at him as a long fingered hand gripped the top of the cart. Peyton opened his mouth to tell her he was fine, but something about those eyes drew him in.

As he strolled closer, she stood up and Peyton caught his breath.

She was incredible.

An unruly cap of black hair curled softly around a slightly round face with fine features and a cupid’s bow mouth. Her chin was small and her neck was long, elegant. Her skin was a soft, creamy brown, and she was tall for a woman, probably 5 foot 10 inches.

She dropped a cabbage leaf into a bin at the top of the cart and placed a smooth green orb onto a pile of cabbages in the open cooler. “You look lost. You new in town?” Her smile sent a heated spiral spinning through his gut and Peyton felt himself responding as he hadn’t done in years.

He stopped a few feet away and shook his head. “You could say that.”

“Can I help you find something?” She repeated.

“Happens I just needed a cabbage or two.”

She rolled her lips to stop the smile he suspected came easily to her. Her beautiful brown eyes had soft crinkles at the corners that told him she smiled a lot. “Two cabbages, huh? What are you making?”

“He leaned a hip against the cooler and grinned. “Now that’s a very personal question, ma’am. I don’t generally divulge my recipes until at least the third date.”

She threw back her head and laughed, the sound finer than Mozart on a warm summer evening. “I wasn’t asking for your recipe, just your menu. They are different you know.” Her brown gaze slipped over him and the smile turned soft. Then she seemed to catch herself and she blinked, looking away.

She bent down, pulled another cabbage from the bottom shelf of the cart and ripped an outer leaf from it rather ruthlessly. “I just wondered if you were going to need carrots to go with your cabbage.”

Peyton’s gaze never leaving hers, he gave her a seductive grin. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t think of leaving here without some carrots.”

Honeybun Sheik, Book 2 in my Honeybun Cousins Series, Release today!!!

Whoot!!!! Honeybun Sheik hits cyber shelves today! This fun story will fill your day with brown sugar sweetness and spice! (...oh...and really hot guys!)

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Callia Honeybun wants nothing more than a chance to rest up and heal from a bad breakup. Trained in weaponry and the martial arts, Callia is nobody’s victim. However, when she crashes her snowmobile during a blizzard and wakes up in the chalet of a gorgeous man with a middle eastern accent, she has no idea how dangerous her day is about to become.

Abdel Ezzat is being hunted. In a well meaning effort to protect the innocent, he’s made it a practice to stay away from entanglements. But he can’t just ignore the beautiful black woman he finds lying unconscious in the snow. He quickly learns that he has his hands full with this particular “innocent”. And as much as he tries to ignore her skills and treat her like a lady, he soon realizes he just might need her to stay alive! 

The Shadow of a Honeybun is live and FREE!

...But only for a limited time! In the spirit of Christmas, Red Rose Publishing is offering six brand new stories as Free Reads for a limited time! Book 1 in my Honeybun Cousins series has the distinct honor of being the first of these stories to release. Whoot! Here's a little taste:

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Dolfe Honeybun is a bad boy. Skimming the dark edges of society in his job as a private detective, he’s seen way too much of the dark side of human behavior and become cynical. So when he catches the pretty black woman with mischievous, golden brown eyes sitting in the middle of his crime scene, he’s just not happy to see her, despite a delicious tightening low in his gut when he gets too close.

Blaise Runa likes to push the envelope. But her party girl ways are destined to come back to bite her. Blaise doesn’t take anything seriously. Unfortunately for her, serious, in a truly yummy form, is about to settle around her like a dark fog. And he’s already not amused by her antics.

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Her wide, golden brown eyes blinked rapidly against the light. She sat cross legged on the grimy floor, holding one foot in her hand. He could see a dark smudge across the heel that might have been blood. Her soft lips drooped in surprise as she stared back at him, her gaze fixed on the nine millimeter Glock in his hand.

Pretty, white teeth showed between the kissable lips.

Still holding the gun on her, Dolfe climbed to his feet, the light of his flashlight swinging around the space as he used his hand to shove himself off the ground.

She sat like a statue, nothing moving except her chest, rising and falling in careful breaths. “Are you hurt?”

She just stared at him.

He shone the flashlight around the space before asking the question again.

She finally blinked and said, “I cut my foot.”

The Glock stayed focused like a laser beam on the space between her pretty eyes. “Where’s the gun?”

She blinked again. “Huh?”

“The gun. Where did you ditch the gun?”

She just shook her head and looked at her foot. “I’m bleeding.”

Dolfe adjusted the flashlight downward. She was indeed bleeding. A thin line of blood ran from the cut, over the heel, and dripped onto her hand. “You’ll want to get a tetanus shot. Once you get to jail.” He lifted an eyebrow as her gaze flew back in his direction.

“Jail! For what? It was just a tiny bit of pot. Come on, man. Haven’t you ever partied on a Saturday night? Jeesh!” Blaise dropped her foot and tried to stand.

The gun stayed focused between her eyes. “Stay right there, miss. Don’t move!”

She made a rude noise with her lips and shoved herself off the ground, turning her back to him as she stood. She came up butt first, the micro-mini skirt of her dress bunched up around her narrow hips.

Dolfe’s flashlight found the firm roundness of her butt and glued itself there. His jeans tightened at the view and he found himself licking his lips in appreciation.

As she wiggled her butt in an effort to stand, the alcohol wreaking havoc on her balance, he had to shake his head to regain his focus on the subject at hand. Gunshots, drugs, suspicious female on scene. He swiped a hand down his face and took a deep breath.

He was back.

She finally stood sort of upright, teetering dangerously as she tried to keep weight off her injured foot. Brushing her hands down the sides of her dress, she turned to him with a grimace. “It’s a pigsty in here. And it stinks!” Wrinkling her nose, she placed a hand on one hip and cocked her head, apparently oblivious to the fact that her sexy, lace thong, in pulsating, vibrant red to match her lips, was showcased below her bunched hem. “What was that gunshot earlier? Was that you?”

Dolfe stared at her. His focus was wobbly on the edges again. He was torn between reaching over and yanking down her dress…continuing to enjoy the view…and slapping her into handcuffs.

His jeans tightened even more on that last thought.

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A fun new series of Honeybun shorts!

The Shadow of a Honeybun will be Book 1 of my new Honeybun Cousins series. The book will initially release through Red Rose Publishing as a free read, and will be followed with many more stories about the Honeybun's large and sexy extended family.


BLURB:

Dolfe Honeybun is a bad boy. Skimming the dark edges of society in his job as a private detective, he’s seen way too much of the dark side of human behavior and become cynical. So when he catches the pretty black woman with mischievous, golden brown eyes sitting in the middle of his crime scene, he’s just not happy to see her, despite a delicious tightening low in his gut when he gets too close.

Blaise Runa likes to push the envelope. But her party girl ways are destined to come back to bite her. Blaise doesn’t take anything seriously. Unfortunately for her, serious, in a truly yummy form, is about to settle around her like a dark fog. And he’s already not amused by her antics.

EXCERPT:

Her wide, golden brown eyes blinked rapidly against the light. She sat cross legged on the grimy floor, holding one foot in her hand. He could see a dark smudge across the heel that might have been blood. Her soft lips drooped in surprise as she stared back at him, her gaze fixed on the nine millimeter Glock in his hand.

Pretty, white teeth showed between the kissable lips.

Still holding the gun on her, Dolfe climbed to his feet, the light of his flashlight swinging around the space as he used his hand to shove himself off the ground.

She sat like a statue, nothing moving except her chest, rising and falling in careful breaths. “Are you hurt?”

She just stared at him.

He shone the flashlight around the space before asking the question again.

She finally blinked and said, “I cut my foot.”

The Glock stayed focused like a laser beam on the space between her pretty eyes. “Where’s the gun?”

She blinked again. “Huh?”

“The gun. Where did you ditch the gun?”

She just shook her head and looked at her foot. “I’m bleeding.”

Dolfe adjusted the flashlight downward. She was indeed bleeding. A thin line of blood ran from the cut, over the heel, and dripped onto her hand. “You’ll want to get a tetanus shot. Once you get to jail.” He lifted an eyebrow as her gaze flew back in his direction.

“Jail! For what? It was just a tiny bit of pot. Come on, man. Haven’t you ever partied on a Saturday night? Jeesh!” Blaise dropped her foot and tried to stand.

The gun stayed focused between her eyes. “Stay right there, miss. Don’t move!”

She made a rude noise with her lips and shoved herself off the ground, turning her back to him as she stood. She came up butt first, the micro-mini skirt of her dress bunched up around her narrow hips.

Dolfe’s flashlight found the firm roundness of her butt and glued itself there. His jeans tightened at the view and he found himself licking his lips in appreciation.

As she wiggled her butt in an effort to stand, the alcohol wreaking havoc on her balance, he had to shake his head to regain his focus on the subject at hand. Gunshots, drugs, suspicious female on scene. He swiped a hand down his face and took a deep breath.

He was back.

She finally stood sort of upright, teetering dangerously as she tried to keep weight off her injured foot. Brushing her hands down the sides of her dress, she turned to him with a grimace. “It’s a pigsty in here. And it stinks!” Wrinkling her nose, she placed a hand on one hip and cocked her head, apparently oblivious to the fact that her sexy, lace thong, in pulsating, vibrant red to match her lips, was showcased below her bunched hem. “What was that gunshot earlier? Was that you?”

Dolfe stared at her. His focus was wobbly on the edges again. He was torn between reaching over and yanking down her dress…continuing to enjoy the view…and slapping her into handcuffs.

His jeans tightened even more on that last thought.