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He's here...Michael is really here. And I got to see him in Barnes and Noble this weekend and I was thrilled.
The idea for the Zodius Series was conceived when I still owned a staffing agency and was traveling too much and working too many hours. All I can say about those long years is there was much to stimulate my writing in those years. I saw a lot, and met a lot of people, while experiencing things I never would have without my business having existed.
During those years, I went to Vegas about 3 times a year, fortunately for fun -- not one of my many business trips. The city just really called to me. The mountains, the energy, the fantasy -- the roulette tables--I so love that game! It has the same kind of energy that the city does--fast and furious. Area 51 always fascinated from a young age, so my new found Vegas obsession really sparked creativity. When I write about Vegas, I don't have to write it from researching on websites. I've been there, and seen much of it. In fact, I've found the release of Michael has me craving a Vegas trip!
Oh don't I wish we could have a release party there! But since we can't -- for my release party I am going to share an excerpt and offer a giveaway to one commenter.
The Legend of Michael
The Legend of MichaelZodius Series, Book 1
“Michael is to die for!”
—Pamela Palmer, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of RAPTURE UNTAMED
HE IS A LETHAL WEAPON…
One of an army of human soldiers injected with alien DNA, Michael is a legend within this new race, split between good and evil. Untamable, he has walked on the dark side and returned to the light. Feared and misunderstood, he leaves everything behind, including the one woman destined to be his mate.
HE IS HER ENEMY…AND HER DESTINY…
Fate leads Michael back to Cassandra Powell, for she holds the key to defending his comrades. With their loyalties divided between duty and the people they love, only together can Cassandra and Michael overcome insurmountable odds to save humanity from the wrath of a madman.
But no ordinary woman can control a creature such as Michael, and only one thing is clear—the world will never be the same…
At this point, Cassandra knows of the stories of Michael, the whispers that he is different from the other GTECHs. He is know to be lethal he is in battle, and in demand by the women.
Finally, tired and ready for food, she exited the building and headed to her car, only to be greeted by a perfectly flat, perfectly defeating, tire. “Great,” she mumbled, setting her files inside on the backseat and then pulling the tight knot at the back of her hair free to release the ever-growing tension there. She glanced around, looking for the resource never in short supply on a military base—a soldier or two or three, who could be easily convinced to lend a helping hand.
Suddenly, her hair lifted around her neck, a soft breeze picking up momentary speed with a raw masculine scent touching its depths, a second before Michael appeared before her, as big and broad and devastatingly “sexy” as he had been this morning.
“You really should come with a warning alarm of some sort,” she said, fist balled at her chest to calm her pounding heart.
“So I hear,” he said, his too-blue eyes flickering with a hint of unreadable emotion before he glanced at her tire. “Looks like you need help.”
There was something overwhelming—perhaps decadent even—about this man that had her struggling to remember how to form a proper sentence. “I… yes, please.” Cassandra brushed a lock of blonde hair from her eyes and glanced at the elevator, then him. “Was that you this morning holding the elevator for me?”
He kneeled down to inspect her tire. “Yeah,” he said, tossing her an amused look over his truly spectacular shoulder hugged by a nice, tight black tee. “But apparently, strange men and elevators don’t work for you.”
Cassandra felt her cheeks flush. “I had a call,” she said. The look he gave her said he wasn’t buying it, so she added, “Okay fine. I’m not beyond admitting I was a little intimidated. You wind-walked without any visible wind. I didn’t know that was possible.”
He pushed to his feet and ignored her comment. “You’ve got a screw the size of a rocket launcher in that tire. It’ll have to be replaced.”
Cassandra wasn’t letting him off that easy. “Can everyone wind-walk without any visible wind?”
“I can,” he said, his lids half-veiled now, his jaw a bit more tense. “I don’t pretend to speak for anyone else.”
Kelly’s words played in Cassandra’s head. The stories of Michael are darn near legend. “You’re the only one who can do it, aren’t you? That’s why people talk about you. Because you’re different and it scares them.”
He stepped closer to her, so close she could feel the heat of his body, so close she had to tilt her chin to look him in the eyes. They flickered and then turned solid black. “Do I scare you, Cassandra?”
Oh yeah. He scared her all right, but not for the reasons he assumed. This man reached inside her and demanded a feminine response she wasn’t prepared to give him. In fact, standing there, looking into his eyes—she didn’t care if they were black or blue—they spoke to her in a soul-deep way that told her far more than she thought he knew. He was showing her the GTECH, and instinctively, she knew he needed her to see the man. “I’ll make you a deal, Michael Taylor,” she said. “I’ll be scared of you when you give me a reason to be. But just so you know, being all broody and showing me how well you can shift your eye color isn’t doing the job.”
Surprise flickered across his handsome features, and for a moment she almost thought he might smile. She wanted to see that smile, for reasons she couldn’t explain, and hung on to a thin string waiting for it, until the moment was gone. Until he said, “Let me take you to dinner. I promise to work on being scarier while we eat. And for added effect, I’ll replace your tire when we get back.”
Warnings played in her head at the invitation. He had a slew of females. She didn’t date soldiers. Her father wouldn’t approve. But still, she found herself looking forward to the challenge of enticing that elusive smile. She playfully replied, “I’m up for the challenge if you are.”
Those black eyes shifted back to blue fire, filled with enough heat to make her knees weak. “I guess we’ll see about that.” He fished his keys from his black fatigue pants. “I’m parked over in the corner.”
“What?” she teased. “We have to drive? We don’t get to wind-walk to dinner? Superman used to fly Lois all over the place.”
“While I’m never against a little comic book fantasy,” he assured, “I’m no Superman, believe me, and you’re not Lois—not unless you’re looking for a near-death experience. It’s dangerous for humans. Sometimes even fatal.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised, walking with him toward a row of cars. “That’s limiting. I thought you could just pop in and rescue someone and be done with it.”
“Gives me an excuse to keep Carrie,” he said, stopping next to a classic black Mustang.
“You named your car Carrie?” she asked, surprised yet again by this man. He was far more human than people made him out to be.
“She’s the friend who has never failed me,” he said, pulling the passenger door open and waving her forward.
“She’s also a psycho demon character from a Stephen King novel,” she reminded him. “Not sure that’s a friend I want to have.”
“You won’t say that after you ride in her,” he promised.
All too aware of his warm stare, Cassandra slid into the car, sinking into the soft leather surrounding her, a moment before he shut her inside. The friend who has never failed me. Someone had not only failed Michael in the past, they’d hurt him doing it. And that hurt was a part of how he defined who, and what, he was. Maybe it even made him as lethal as everyone seemed to believe him to be. Maybe she should be afraid of him. So why wasn’t she opening the car door and getting out?
Besides, how could one little dinner date be dangerous?
For the prize -- a copy of Michael -- US AND CANADA only -- and a Starbucks mug filled with the yummiest gourmet candy, along with some cookies. You need some sin with your satisfaction!
Just comment for your chance to win. Not sure what to comment about? Well...how about men on screen you think are sexy and sinful?
I'll start. Give me Keanu Reeves. Seriously. Give me. Please. Another Matrix is coming! Keanu looking like THIS. I am one happy happy woman!