Please welcome back Julie Ann Walker! Her latest book, In Rides Trouble, is in stores this month! That’s right—she’s got a back to back to back release schedule for her debut military romantic suspense trilogy…
Hidey-ho everybody. 'Tis I, Julie Ann Walker. As promised, I'm baaacckk. And, boy-howdy, am I ever ready to par-tay! Today on the Casablanca blog I'm celebrating the release of the second Black Knights Inc. book, IN RIDES TROUBLE. So grab a glass of something tasty, crank up some fast tunes, and come along with me as I introduce you to Frank "Boss" Knight and Becky "Rebel" Reichert.
Besides each of them having stubborn streaks a country-mile wide, you won't find two people more opposite. Frank is built like an Abram's tank and Becky is so petite she's almost diminutive. At twenty-six, Becky still views the world with wide-eyed optimism and, at nearly forty, Frank is nothing if not jaded. Becky's artistic; and Frank spends his free time sharpening his knives. But if there's one thing we've learned throughout the ages, it's that opposites attract. And these two are so hot together, I think their story should come with a warning label. But don't take my word for it. Read for yourself.
To set the scene, an injured Frank is in the sickbay of a Navy Destroyer after having rushed to Becky's rescue. And he's high as the proverbial kite on pain medication...
“You know,” he said, opening his eyes, the color was dark and turbulent, like Lake Michigan after a nor’easter, “I’ve missed your sharp little tongue.”
The way he said the word made her own feel as if it was weighed down by an anvil.
And the way he was staring at her? Man, she was either dreaming or imagining things, because this just couldn’t be real.
“You’ve missed my sharp tongue?” she managed, panting as he brought her hand to his whisker-covered cheek. He rubbed his face on her palm like a cat seeking comfort. “Now, why is that, Frank? Is nobody stepping up to the plate and poking holes in your ego on a…,” she licked her lips again, “on a regular basis? Is your swelled head st…starting to hurt?”
“Mmm,” he grinned, his big square teeth blazing as white as the bandage on his head, “maybe.” He lazily snaked his hand around the back of her neck and slowly started pulling her down.
If she’d been the fainting type, she’d have gone lights-out right then and there, but she was that type of girl. And thank God she wasn’t, or she’d have missed the feel of his hot breath brushing across her tingling lips.
“,” she whispered his name, her heart threatening to come crashing through her breastbone.
He groaned, the sound intoxicatingly fierce and darkly yearning, and then he was kissing her.
Rebecca Reichert, the thorn in his side, the professed bane of his existence, and his full male lips were so warm and surprisingly smooth as they brushed over her own.
She was instantly caught in a storm of his making when he angled her head with the gentle pressure of his thumb along her jaw, licking lazily at the seam of her lips. Opening to him wasn’t an option; it was automatic. And when he dove inside, she melted against his chest. That wasn’t an option either since her knees just gave out
Oh, she finally understood what it meant to be . But what she couldn’t understand was whether Frank was the storm or the shelter the storm. She only knew that she wanted it to go on forever. The devouring plunge of his tongue into her mouth, the smell of him so warm and male inside her nose, the feel of his heavy chest cushioning the sensitive weight of her breasts, the deep sounds of hunger and triumph he made at the back of his throat, and the answering groans of desire and surrender at the back of her own.
She recognized that voice. It was reason, and it occasionally screeched at her, but she chose to ignore it because what they were doing felt so, right...
See? What did I tell you? Hot, hot, hot! Thanks for celebrating with me today on the Casablanca blog and be sure to come back next month for the third book in the series. That's right. There's still more to come!
Thanks again to Julie for coming back to the Casa blog to celebrate her latest release—we’ll see you again next month! To enter to win one of 2 copies of In Rides Trouble, please tell us in the comments who your favorite characters on bikes are… maybe it’s über-tough Lisbeth Salander… or hilarious Pee-Wee Herman! Be sure to leave an email address so we can reach you if you win! US and Canada only. Winners will be chosen on Tuesday, September 11.
IN RIDES TROUBLE BY JULIE ANN WALKER – IN STORES SEPTEMBER 2012
Black Knights Inc.—Behind the facade of their tricked–out motorcycle shop is an elite special ops team assigned the jobs too hot for anyone else to handle.
Rebel With A Cause...
Becky "Rebel" Reichert never actually goes looking for trouble. It just has a tendency to find her. Like the day Frank Knight showed up at her door, wanting to use her motorcycle shop as a cover for his elite special ops team. But Becky prides herself on being able to hang with the big boys - she can weld, drive, and shoot just as well as any of them.
Man With A Mission...
Munitions, missiles, and mayhem are Frank's way of life. The last thing the ex-SEAL wants if for one brash blonde to come within fifty feet of anything that goes boom. Yet it's just his rotten luck when she ends up in a hostage situation at sea. Come hell or high water, he will get her back - whether she says she needs him or not.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Deep in the heart of the Windy City, three things can be found at Julie Ann Walker’s fingertips: a keyboard, a carafe of coffee, and a sleepy yellow Labrador retriever. They, along with her ever-patient husband, keep her grounded as her imagination flies high. Look for the first and third books in her fast-paced series: Hell On Wheels (August 2012) and Rev It Up (October 2012). For more information, please visit www.julieannwalker.com or follow her on Facebook www.facebook.com/jawalkerauthor or Twitter @JAWalkerAuthor.