Novelist, Reviewer, Content Editor, Blogger, T-shirt Wearer, and Professional Snacker; Tracy A. Ball is a native Baltimorean and a veteran West Virginian whose family is blended from three cultures. She has opened her home to foster children, drug addicts, AIDS victims and anyone who needed an assist. She has an equal number of conservative and liberal friends. She knows people who have committed murder and people who have dined with the Pope.
Which is why she writes sweet stories about tough love
…and takes lots of naps.
KAYOS: The Bad & The Worse
Hell has two fires -War and Women
Lareina Elliot discovered her idea for making students loyal to the government is being implemented to further the war. It has become her life’s work to undermine that effort.
Agent Christian Deverell promised to protect Lareina, always. But that was before he flipped sides, before their history got dirty, before he commissioned her adopted brother to assassinate her.
Cpl. Silas McKade never misses. He has a death warrant for Lareina—the woman who means everything to him— and a soul full of hatred for Christian—- the man he wants to be. He’s either going to break Lareina’s heart or stop it altogether.
There was no mistaking the resolution in her tone. “If you want to shoot me, you’ll have to do it in the back.”
He leveled her a mean look.
“Mr. Deverell, sir.” An officer came into view. Two others followed him escorting Jericho Parks.
“That’s her!” Jericho pointed. “That’s her! She did it. She’s responsible. I want to press full charges! She was behind it all!”
His outburst made up Christian’s mind. He raised his weapon and unloaded three caps. Like dominoes, the DoP’s went down one after the other. Jericho screamed. He fell to his knees and covered his head. Christian studied Lareina. “Three days.”
He watched her eyes dart to the left in that telltale manner.
“I need at least a week.” Urgency caused her voice to rise.
“You’re only getting three days.” He was in no mood to bend. Three soldiers lay dead. He had compromised enough.
“Fine. I’ve got to go.”
One hand extended, gun still pointed toward Jericho, in the event he attempted to run, with his other, Christian grabbed Lareina’s arm, pulling her to him. He put every ounce of his frustration into his kiss. It was either that or break her neck. And he was strongly contemplating the latter.
Lareina allowed it. She wanted, craved his touch as much as he craved hers. Theirs was a dance with the devil; irresistible and impossible. The tangles had become knots and he only gave her three days. It wasn’t enough. She could hardly wait.
The kiss ended, but the intensity remained. He sighed, letting the heat recede.
She whispered, “I have a pretty long to-do list, Christian. Unfortunately, you’re not on it.”
He licked the corner of her mouth, matching her tone. “I am the list.”
She pressed her cheek against his lips. “Well, you’re not getting done tonight.”
“I don’t want you in jeopardy. Is that so hard for you to understand?”
“We’re in a war. I’m a criminal. Is that so hard for you to understand? We’re fresh out of those bubbles you like to put me in.”
“You don’t have to help them hurt you, Lareina. You don’t.”
“No. I can get to them first.”
“That’s what I’m for.”
There was nothing to say to that. They were silent.
Silas knocked once and let himself in. If he cared what they thought of his intrusion, it didn’t show. “I’m here to interrupt your little powwow.” He directed his conversation to Christian. “I know you’re a big man, all scary and shit. But that don’t mean a damned thing around here.” He slapped two pills down on Lareina’s nightstand. “Your antidote. You better take it within the hour.” He ignored her raised eyebrows, keeping his focus on Christian. “You’ll need one of those every night for at least a week. Here are your choices…You can be a part of the solution, or you can wake up and start chasing us again. But I have to say you really are shit at it. You ain’t that hard to elude. So give it a good think.” He turned to leave.
“Silas!” Lareina wanted to laugh. She sooo wanted to laugh. She put a restraining hand on Christian. “You drugged us?”
Silas glanced back, unrepentive. “My way is effective, decisive and keeps you out of the mix. You can’t think straight with him around, anyway. Maybe you need to be asleep.”
“Boy, I’m going to beat the snot out of you.” Her uncontrolled grin nixed the threat.
“When I’m in the market for a mosquito bite, I’ll let you know.” He let himself out.
Silas was Silas. Lareina knew that when she collected him. She created him. Damn, he was good.
Christian was another matter altogether. He hadn’t said a word. That was never a good thing. “Christian?”
It took a minute before he responded. When he did, it was devoid of emotion. He snapped his eyes at her, deeply sincere with his intent. “You might want to start getting unattached and resign yourself to knowing I’m going to kill him. I’m informing you now, so when it happens you will be able to recall I warned you.”
Lareina felt a chill.
The Right Way To Be Wrong
Stud Season Comes To A Halt In This Sexy-Clean Romp Around The Farm
A bad boy trying to do better, versus a good girl who isn’t.
Being in love with Holden, one of the notorious Latche twins, has freed Cherry from her ghosts. Now, she want to help everyone — with or without their consent. Her unyielding opinions influence every relationship on the Latche family farm. While her involvement may not always be welcome, at least her intentions are pure.
And that’ a problem.
Purity doesn’t work for Holden. Abstinence is not a part of his womanizing agenda. Besides, Cherry had two secrets too many as far as he is concerned. The lack of information about her family, and her intimate exchanges with Eric — the other notorious Latche twin.
“What is wrong with me?” Cherry came away from the window. “I’m allowing myself to be bribed with ice cream. I know better than this.” She stuck her feet into her flip flops and grabbed her room key.
He chuckled with her, feeling victorious. “You won’t be sorry.”
“Who are we fooling? You are trouble and this is a mistake. I’m already sorry.” And I’m closing the door behind me.
“I only have your best interest at heart.”
“And where do you have my worst interest?”
“It’s a secret. But if you want to search me, I won’t stop you.”
“I am in the elevator, on my way to spend time with a bona fide player. I know better. I have no excuse for my behavior. If I’m going to be an idiot, I should at least get a root-beer float.”
Cherry couldn’t process it. Holden was there…on her porch…in her chair…staring at her…not saying anything… just…staring…What did it mean? Why was he here…staring? If you are going to be on somebody’s porch, you ought to say something…anything. Like a deer caught in headlights, Cherry stared back, wide-eyed, afraid. Afraid she was dreaming, more afraid that she may not be.
Holden didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t look away. Time stopped, capturing them in that moment, holding them in place.
He had always been more stubborn than her. Cherry caved under the pressure. Her instinct took charge- her survival instinct. She stepped back and slammed the door. She turned the lock and slid the deadbolt home, innately knowing that if Holden wanted to come in, a door, a lock, and a measly deadbolt would not stop him.
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