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Dangerous Reactions, C&M Security (M/F) ~ Moira Callahan

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Everything has a beginning.

Grant Sherbrooke has been brought up to believe in honesty, integrity, and working hard for what you want in life. Doing things the right way hasn’t always guaranteed friends, just a rock solid reputation. When the packages begin to arrive there’s only one person he knows to turn to.

Robyn Matthews knows the value of friendship. After serving her country overseas she’s back home with her best friend to get their security agency operational. Not once in all her planning did she account for the fact she might be sideswiped by a man like Grant. And there is no way she’s letting anyone tear what they have growing to pieces.

Then in one singular moment the life Robyn’s already imagined in her mind is forever shattered. Time is not on their side as they prepare to fight a crazed man’s dangerous reactions before it’s too late.

Be warned:  spanking

Excerpt:

“Oh hell, not a good idea, Grant,” she said. In the next moment as his tongue swiped between her folds she let her head fall back, her eyes dropping closed. “Good idea, really good idea.”

Taking hold of his hair, she rocked forward slightly when his lips captured her clit. Her next breath slipped out with a hiss of sound when he used his teeth. The addition of his fingers into her sheath nearly had her shooting off the bed. If not for the fact her fingers were still tangled in his hair she probably would have.

“Grant!” Oh hell, she was close. So fucking close. Whimpering, she rocked against him, her body greedily trying to hold on to those fingers he kept pulling free. “More, need more.” Robyn was panting hard.

Then she was tumbling until her back hit the bed. While his fingers still delved deep into her pussy, his mouth was moving up her torso. Adjusting her hold on his hair, Robyn gripped more and tugged lightly. He was at her breasts, his tongue stroking over her flesh, and his teeth nipping at her nipples.

She gave a harder yank on his hair. “Grant. Kiss.” She was limited to single words, apparently. But she could work with that.

Especially when the man listened to her. His lips pressed against hers, and she tasted herself on his tongue. He let out a growl that had her melting more into the kiss. She loved the feral little sounds he made from time to time.

Reaching down, she cupped his cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. He’d slipped the condom on at some point. A good thing because she needed him inside of her. Yesterday.

“Grant, now, please.”

He shifted his weight and slipped his fingers free from her body. Lifting his head up, he stared down at her with an intensity that sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. Robyn knew in that moment she was his sole focus, as he was hers.

A whimper escaped when he pressed his cock to her pussy. Grabbing hold of his hip she tugged, trying to get him to move, to slide deeper. It wasn’t all that effective, and he pressed in slowly. A strangled sound broke free when he settled into her fully. Finally.

Robyn was panting hard as she threw a leg over his hip, dug her heel into his ass, and pulled his head close enough to nip at his lower lip. “Move,” she demanded.

Another low growl came from his chest, and he began to move. Grabbing hold of him, digging her nails into his back, she held on. The only thing she could do in that moment. He was thrusting into her hard enough she was skidding across the bed a little each time they came together. Dropping a hand to his ass, she used the grip to pull herself in closer to him.

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Buy Links:

Evernight  ~  Bookstrand  ~  Amazon (US)  ~  Amazon (CA)  ~  All Romance

Author Bio:

Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, and only has a few select criteria that have to be in each of her books. A great story, steamy romance, and a HEA ending. The sub-genre isn’t as important to her as making whatever she writes feel real, and in the moment to her readers.

To that end she insists her characters be as real as everyday folks, even if they are blessed with a little fictional fairy dust to make them anyone’s personal fantasy. They must have faults, they must have a weakness, and they must have soul. To that end she writes her characters with a mixture of traits – a dash from herself, and something borrowed from a friend. This way the character is as perfectly imperfect as any other person on the planet.

Author Links:

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Dangerous Pasts, C&M Security (M/F) ~ Moira Callahan

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Blurb:

The past should remain where it belongs, in the past.

Chandra Devons has a checkered past, one she’s not prepared to discuss with anyone. She’s happy with how her life is now, including the very sexy FBI agent in the spotlight of all her fantasies. But she knows it’s only a matter of time before he starts to ask questions.

Special Agent Zachary Parker of the FBI knows when someone is hiding something, and the woman in his life is most definitely keeping secrets. While this normally wouldn’t be an issue, just part of the intrigue of the opposite sex, he has the distinct impression her secrets could end up haunting them both. When Chandra is kidnapped by an unknown group, Zachary will do anything necessary to ensure she doesn’t succumb to her dangerous past.

Be warned: anal sex, spanking

Excerpt:

Chandra grinned down at his shocked look, throwing a leg over him so she could straddle his stomach. “So glad you insisted, Zachary.”

He laughed and shook his head. His hands landed on her ass, squeezing the globes while she bent down to kiss him. She loved the taste and smell of him. He was all man, with an under note of sexuality he seemed to keep tamped down most of the time. There was no one quite like Zachary Parker.

She broke the kiss long enough to sit up and tug off the extra-large shirt she’d thrown on. While she didn’t have any major hang-ups about running around naked, she definitely didn’t do it when the drapery was open. No one got to see her naked except her doctor and the man under her.

His eyelids slid slower, his gaze becoming hungrier as he raked his gaze over her torso. “Jesus, Chandra. I swear you get more beautiful each time I see you.”

“Be more impressive if you said that to my face instead of my boobs.” She was yanking his chain, of course. She had to or she might dissolve into a pile of goo. Only Zach saw through her protective layers and told her she was beautiful. Other men tended to get annoyed with her buffers, or called her brash and foul-mouthed for the language that occasionally slipped out when she was upset. She’d grown up on military bases, surrounded by her brothers and a heap load of soldiers. While her mother hadn’t liked the fact, Chandra had picked up more than her fair share of swear words over the years. Both on the bases and out in the world. Zach didn’t even flinch when she swore in his direction. The man smiled, and said something to fluster her. Which he did all too easily.

“Well, your boobs are beautiful too. So is your ass, your legs, your pussy, and everything else. It all combines into one hell of a gorgeous, sensual package that I love to have naked. If I had to vote on it, I’d keep you naked all the time.”

She could feel the flush sweeping over her naturally pale skin, the only serious drawback to being a redhead. She couldn’t hide her embarrassment or pleasure like other people could. “I think Shawn might have something to say if I walked into work naked.”

Zach’s fingers flexed on her ass as his gaze lifted to lock with hers. “I’d fucking have something to say if you walked into C&M naked. I’d also have to kill every single guy there who got a look at you.”

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Author Bio:

Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, especially when it involves steamy, and wildly hot, sensual stories. Though she’s not willing to fence herself in with just one genre, her first love is the Romantic story. She’s not picky about what the sub-genre might be, as long as it has a HEA ending—her only real concern when writing a story.

As an author she prefers to write strong alpha males and women who know exactly who they are. She easily recognizes that no human being is perfect and therefore, neither can her characters be. “Writing must come from the heart but must also utilize the brain. Characters should be strong but also have a weakness to make them as real and as like-able as possible to the reader.”

You’ll find her characters are less than perfect, just as she proudly claims to be. She likes to write them with a trait that is all her and then borrow a trait from a friend to round out their personality. This is to make them the most perfectly imperfect person she possibly can.

Author Links:

Website  ~  Twitter  ~  Facebook  ~  TSU  ~  Amazon  ~  Evernight


Dangerous Circumstances, C&M Security (M/F) ~ Moira Callahan

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Blurb:

Denise Franklyn has known Mackenzie Vaughn since she was a little girl. He’s been her best friend through all the good and bad. For a time they drifted apart, but when trouble comes knocking on his door she’s there for him.

Mackenzie Vaughn’s career as a surgeon involves lots of tension, and rapid decision making. When someone kills his boss after a confrontation, Mack quickly becomes the prime suspect. Thankfully Denise is by his side as his name is cleared.

But the bodies keep dropping. All are individuals linked to Mack. When the FBI are called in all Mack can do, and hope for, is to keep Denise safe from what’s quickly becoming some very dangerous circumstances.

Excerpt:

The jangle of the phone ripped Denise out of sleep. Squinting at the clock, she groaned into her pillow. She couldn’t ignore it, not that it appeared ready to be ignored. Fumbling a bit for it in the dark, she put it to her ear. “Huh?” she grunted.

There was a long silence before his voice was there. “Denise?”

Blinking, she woke up quick. “Mack?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“Shit,” he muttered. The word was slightly slurred and took a long time to come out.

“Mack, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” Sitting up, she shoved her hair out of her face. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m, uh. Shit, I’m at your front door.”

Stunned, she froze with one leg out of the bed. She couldn’t have heard that right. “You’re where?”

“Outside your door,” he mumbled again.

Not sure if she believed him, she slipped from the bed, scooping up and slipping into her robe as she raced through her condo. Padding down the stairs, she dashed to the front door to stare at the security monitor next to the door. Son of a bitch, he was there.

“Why are you here?” She asked the question as she unlocked her door, disarming her alarm at the last second before tearing the door open. Gaping at him, she hung up the phone. “Jesus, Mack, get in here.” Grabbing his arm, she dragged him into her home.

He looked like he’d been run over by a truck. For a guy that rarely had a hair out of place in his expensive, stylish hairdo that looked like he’d just crawled out of bed, he was a wreck.

“I shouldn’t have come,” he said. He was scraping his hands through his hair repeatedly.

“Hey,” she whispered. Laying a hand on his arm, she rubbed the tense muscles, then wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him to the sofa. “Sit down, Mack. Sit and I’ll get you a drink. Don’t you budge,” she ordered.

Once he had his ass on the cushions she went to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, she dumped in some ice and then poured two fingers of the scotch she kept just for him. Since he didn’t visit all that often, it was still mostly full. A moment of consideration and she took the glass, and the bottle back into the living room.

“Here.” She passed over the glass before sitting down, two feet of space between them. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

He shook his head, draining the glass fast enough Denise felt her own throat burning. “No, not right now,” he said.

She knew that tone. It was the one he used when he had a problem and was trying to work it out for himself.

Buy Links:

Evernight  ~  Bookstrand  ~ Amazon (US)  ~  All Romance  ~  Smashwords

Author Bio:

Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, especially when it involves steamy, and wildly hot, sensual stories. Though she’s not willing to fence herself in with just one genre, her first love is the Romantic story. She’s not picky about what the sub-genre might be, as long as it has a HEA ending—her only real concern when writing a story.

As an author she prefers to write strong alpha males and women who know exactly who they are. She easily recognizes that no human being is perfect and therefore, neither can her characters be. “Writing must come from the heart but must also utilize the brain. Characters should be strong but also have a weakness to make them as real and as like-able as possible to the reader.”

You’ll find her characters are less than perfect, just as she proudly claims to be. She likes to write them with a trait that is all her and then borrow a trait from a friend to round out their personality. This, she says, is to make them the most perfectly imperfect person she possibly can.

Moira always ensures that everyone knows how thankful she is to her best friend. For pretty much everything. Mainly though she is forever grateful for the encouragement to get back to writing. And then the “mild” harassment necessary to get her to finally submit her first book to Evernight Publishing in March of 2014. Which Moira was ecstatically pleased to have accepted.

Author Page Links:

Amazon  ~  Evernight Publishing  ~  BookStrand  ~  Barnes & Noble  ~  iTunes  ~  Smashwords  ~  All Romance


Dangerous Lines, C&M Security (M/F) ~ Moira Callahan

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Blurb:

Rhonda Delacour hadn’t always been the biggest fan of Vincent’s, but he grew on her. So when she has an undercover assignment for the SFPD, and is in need of backup, there’s only one person she wants at her back. And when everything goes sideways fast, Ro truly comes to appreciate the man behind the badge.

For a while Vincent Bradley considered Rhonda nothing more than a pest he had to tolerate. How quickly things change when they spend time together. Only realizing the depth of his feelings for her when her life is on the line, Vincent will do anything, kill anyone to keep Ro safe.

Hidden away to keep her safe, Vincent knows it’s the perfect opportunity to show Rhonda how much he cares for her. Unfortunately they can’t remain hidden forever. To have the future they both want they’ll need to cross some dangerous lines.

Excerpt:

Three days ago…

Knocking on the door, Rhonda flicked a stray piece of hair over her shoulder. Tapping her toes lightly, she tried not to fidget, but damn she hated waiting out in the open. The sound of the deadbolt being thrown open a moment later helped.

Rhonda shot a look up at him as she swept into the apartment, not relaxing until Vincent closed and bolted the door behind her. Letting out a breath, she yanked the newsboy cap off her head, tugged the clip out holding her hair up, and scraped her nails along her scalp.

“What’s up?” Vincent asked coming toward her.

“Just the usual, paranoia running rampant,” she told him as she tossed her hat and the clip onto the coffee table. Following him to the kitchen, she hopped up onto one of the stools at the little cafe-style table in the corner.

Vincent shot her a look as he poured two cups of coffee. He passed her one before settling across from her. “So, I thought we weren’t meeting until tomorrow?”

That had been the plan. Until word had come down from her “boss” about her needing to be on hand for some security for him the next day. “Yeah, well, Donny said all hands were needed on deck tomorrow.” Rhonda shrugged.

Donald “Donny” Hoffman was head of security for the scumbag she and the police department were trying to take down. One Gabriel Moreau, head scumbag in San Francisco for a cartel rumored to be out of Brazil. Unfortunately, they weren’t exactly the talkative sorts so Rhonda didn’t know what was truth and what was bullshit. All she knew for sure was they appeared to be buying up legit businesses. She was certain it was to launder money from their illegal activities. Unfortunately there was no proof yet what their illegal activities were.

She couldn’t even get them on extortion at the moment because they were paying fair market values on the businesses and properties. Hell, in most cases, they were paying above and beyond fair market value. The owners of the businesses being bought had nothing bad to say either. They all said that Mr. Moreau asked to purchase their business, offered a very fair or above fair value, and that was it. No arm twisting, no extortion, no blackmail. Fucking Moreau was a fucking angel in their eyes. Which wasn’t helping her case any.

“Any idea why?” Vincent asked as she sipped the strong-brewed coffee in her cup. Damn, the man knew how to make good coffee.

“Nope,” she said shaking her head. “All I know for sure is that we’re to be dressed business appropriate,” she told him as she eyed him up. He was a damn fine specimen. Six-feet-six-inches of solid muscle and sex appeal. Shaggy, sandy brown hair that constantly fell into his blue eyes and begged a woman to brush it away. He was also the type of man that could get away without shaving every day and look all the better for it. That and the little cleft in his chin made for one killer package that sent the ladies wild.

Buy Links:

Evernight  ~  Amazon (US)  ~  Amazon (CDA)  ~  Amazon (UK)  ~  Bookstrand  ~  All Romance  ~  Barnes & Noble  ~  Smashwords  ~  iTunes

Other Links:

Author Website  ~  Facebook  ~  Group Page (Facebook)  ~  Twitter

Author Bio:

Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, especially when it involves steamy, and wildly hot, sensual stories. Though she’s not willing to fence herself in with just one genre, her first love is the Romantic story. She’s not picky about what the sub-genre might be, as long as it has a HEA ending—her only real concern when writing a story.

As an author she prefers to write strong alpha males and women who know exactly who they are. She easily recognizes that no human being is perfect and therefore, neither can her characters be. “Writing must come from the heart but must also utilize the brain. Characters should be strong but also have a weakness to make them as real and as like-able as possible to the reader.”

You’ll find her characters are less than perfect, just as she proudly claims to be. She likes to write them with a trait that is all her and then borrow a trait from a friend to round out their personality. This, she says, is to make them the most perfectly imperfect person she possibly can.

Moira always ensures that everyone knows how thankful she is to her best friend. For pretty much everything. Mainly though she is forever grateful for the encouragement to get back to writing. And then the “mild” harassment necessary to get her to finally submit her first book to Evernight Publishing in March of 2014. Which Moira was ecstatically pleased to have accepted.

Author Page Links:

Amazon  ~  Evernight  ~  BookStrand  ~  Barnes & Noble

iTunes  ~  Smashwords  ~  All Romance eBooks


Dangerous Secrets, C&M Security (M/F) ~ Moira Callahan

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After a harrowing attack she barely survived, Mallory Thompson knows she needs help. The police can only do so much without a description of her attacker. On the advice of a detective she turns to C&M Security in the hopes of getting some protection while the police hunt for the man who shot her.

Trent McDonald, ex-Marine and bodyguard at C&M Security, can’t believe the case his boss hands him. Rather, he can’t believe the woman he’s being asked to protect. Mallory is stunning, amazing, and he knows the instant he sees her picture he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

What neither of them expected was just who was behind the attack on her. In this game of life, or death, everyone seems to have dangerous secrets.

Excerpt:

The pressure on Mallory Thompson’s scalp preceded the water sluicing away from her head and face. Sucking a breath into her burning lungs, she kicked harder. She had to stay above the water. She couldn’t let him push her down again. She didn’t think he’d let her up if he did.

“Where. Is. The. Drive?” The man, whose hand was tangled in her hair, pushed her into the lake again and then hauled her back up.

She didn’t know who he was, and she definitely didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. But she couldn’t say that again, not with her body desperately trying to suck in air. Spots danced before her eyes. Even if her vision hadn’t been impaired, she’d never be able to identify him.

There was a lantern behind him, so his face was in shadow. He had on a hoodie and a cap but that’s about all she knew for sure. His hands were covered in leather gloves and he wore work boots.

The boots she knew about from the six kicks he’d delivered to her ribs, stomach and the one to her jaw before he’d dumped her into the lake.

His hand tightened in her hair and she reached up with a heavy arm to try and grab his wrist. Anything to take some of the pressure off her poor, screaming scalp. Then he shook her.

Mallory couldn’t hold in the whimper of pain, it was too much. She was in absolute agony, she was wet, she was cold, she was being dunked repeatedly to the point where she nearly drowned and now he was doing this?

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she managed to get through her chattering teeth.

“Bullshit. I saw them give it to you. Where the fuck is the fucking drive, bitch?” he screamed at her, shaking her again.

Whimpering in pain, Mallory clawed at his arm. Her subconscious mind knew what her conscious mind was just cluing into. He was going to kill her if she didn’t get away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one gave me anything, you asshole.”

Okay, calling the guy holding her life in his hands an asshole? Probably not her brightest move.

The slap she got to her face told her that. But luck was finally on her side and she caught skin with her nails and dug in hard, scraping at his arm, wrist, or hand, whatever it was. He let go with a yelp.

Kicking her legs hard, she swam away from the dock and deeper into the lake and the darkness.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed.

Which was closely followed up by a sound that any TV or movie watcher knew. The slide snapping into place on a gun.

Trying to swim harder and faster, Mallory knew she wasn’t gaining a lot of ground. She wasn’t a great swimmer on the best of days. But she kept going as best she could.

When she heard the first shot, she screamed and flinched automatically. The missed strokes sent her under the water and she came up sputtering. There was a curse from the shoreline, harsh and angry sounding. She didn’t know where the shot had gone, but she had no new aches and pains so she wasn’t fucking complaining.

There was another shot. It didn’t miss. She felt the burn through her shoulder and the wind was knocked out of her. She couldn’t keep swimming, it was too hard, too exhausting.

Buy Links:

Evernight  ~  Amazon (US)  ~  Amazon (CA)  ~  Amazon (UK)
BookStrand  ~  All Romance  ~  Barnes & Noble  ~  Smashwords
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Other Links:

Author Website  ~  Facebook  ~  Group Page (Facebook)  ~  Twitter

Author Bio:

Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, especially when it involves steamy, and wildly hot, sensual stories. Though she’s not willing to fence herself in with just one genre, her first love is the Romantic story. She’s not picky about what the sub-genre might be, as long as it has a HEA ending—her only real concern when writing a story.

As an author she prefers to write strong alpha males and women who know exactly who they are. She easily recognizes that no human being is perfect and therefore, neither can her characters be. “Writing must come from the heart but must also utilize the brain. Characters should be strong but also have a weakness to make them as real and as like-able as possible to the reader.”

You’ll find her characters are less than perfect, just as she proudly claims to be. She likes to write them with a trait that is all her and then borrow a trait from a friend to round out their personality. This, she says, is to make them the most perfectly imperfect person she possibly can.

Moira always ensures that everyone knows how thankful she is to her best friend. For pretty much everything. Mainly though she is forever grateful for the encouragement to get back to writing. And then the “mild” harassment necessary to get her to finally submit her first book to Evernight Publishing in March of 2014. Which Moira was ecstatically pleased to have accepted.

Author Page Links:

Amazon  ~  Evernight Publishing  ~  BookStrand

Barnes & Noble  ~  iTunes  ~  Smashwords  ~  All Romance