Sunday, May 31, 2015

Animal Passions Sneak Peek...

Chapter 1

Sammy Franklin stared at herself in the mirror. She kept hearing his voice in her head telling her as he’d hurt her that she was fat and ugly. That she was a whore, a nasty dirty whore. She felt tears sting her blue eyes and wanted to cry. She had known for years that she enjoyed rough sex, even needed it to get off. Sammy had accepted that about her needs when she was eighteen and she hadn’t looked back. At least not until him and that night.
Sammy brushed her strawberry blonde hair off her forehead looking at the small scar on her brow. She felt tears slipping down her cheeks. They felt like hot brands of pain filling her up because she wasn’t good enough. She suddenly wanted to throw something at the mirror to watch it shatter into a million pieces. Anything to make this pain go away, only she didn’t because she needed to get over what he’d done to her. Other wise he won. Over the past few months a lot of things had changed for her. Her best friend had become an old lady to a Blue Bandit’s MC vice prez.
That shouldn’t have changed her life, but it had, because she’d somehow been pulled into that very same MC. They had adopted her because of Sarah and Josh, her friend and her son. Now she was finding bikers camped out on her front lawn, following her to work and Spangles when she managed to work up the courage to go there.
Not that she managed that often and she hadn’t brought herself to go home with any Dom’s since that fateful night. Sammy wiped the tears from her cheeks.
She needed to get herself back together. The bikers were a pain in the ass because if they weren’t following her around they were bringing her food. It was strange really. One or another of them would show up at Hal’s diner where she worked with food. Or they would come in and insist that she sit with them while they ate and insisted she eat too.
Most of the time she told them no and went back to work. Except when they brought Animal. She couldn’t bring herself to challenge him. He would just look at her with those dark brown eyes that commanded her to obey and she couldn’t refuse him. He was like the ultimate Dom. The man barely spoke and still she couldn’t seem to tell him no.
It frightened her because she wasn’t sure that she should feel so subservient to him. He was a biker after all. Her mother had always taught her to stay away from those types. They were a bad element she’d always preached.
Of course, she had also told Sammy she was a sexual deviant when she’d kicked her out after finding her having sex with Johnny Tompkins. She’d been tied up and blindfolded at the time and it had been a very awkward scene because Johnny had run out when her mother had started screaming. Sammy had been tied to the bed so she’d had to listen to her mother rant for over half an hour before she’d untied her and told her to get the fuck out.
Sammy walked out of the bathroom with one last look at her puffy eyes. She walked to the bed sitting down on the edge before she peeked out the window beside her to see a tall, dark figure lurking near the building. He leaned back against a tree and she saw him lift his hand to wave at her.
She jerked back.
How did he always know when she was looking? She hadn’t moved the curtain and she’d barely leaned forward. The lights were out so she knew it wasn’t that he saw her.
He just always knew. It was freaky, just like him.
He haunted her. He hovered outside most nights that he wasn’t working at the tattoo parlor. She didn’t know why he only seemed to work three days a week. She would have sworn that he worked more often than that when she first met him but he was here four nights a week every week.
Sammy laid back on the bed her mind racing over that thought. She’d never admit it but him being outside soothed her somehow. She slept on the nights he was here and she didn’t when he wasn’t. When she peeked out the window and the figure lurking outside didn’t wave she knew it wasn’t him. Those nights she laid here staring at the ceiling wishing it were dawn because then she could quit pretending that she was sleeping. When Animal was outside though she didn’t lie awake. She felt safer, she realized. Perhaps it was the fact that he seemed to be the ultimate dominate.
She knew that if the man who’d hurt her came back Animal would make short work of him. He’d be dead before he even got anywhere near her. She closed her eyes even as her mind raced. She wanted to get over what had happen four months ago, but she couldn’t seem to get past it. It was frustrating because she had always been a very sensual woman. Now she was just a scared frightened mess every time she even entered Spangle’s, the bondage club she used to love.
She was also sexually frustrated and a bit cranky that she’d let his abuse change the way she lived her life. She’d tried to let Mark help her get past it. He was a man she’d been with on several occasions in the past and trusted. Only when she’d entered the room and seen the blindfolds, whips, and other things that used to turn her on, she’d turned tail and ran. She had thought that she’d be able to get over what he’d done but she couldn’t.
That was the first week that Animal had begun following her around. It was also the week that Marta, Josh’s grandmother, had kidnapped Josh while Sammy tried to stop them. She’d felt even less effective after that because they’d taken Josh and she’d been unable to stop the large goons who’d taken him. Animal had come running out of the small CafĂ© with Rebel, but they had already been in the car zooming away with Josh.
Sammy had decided then and there that she was going to learn to defend herself. Her first step had been going to the gun range with Sarah, who as it turned out was a crack shot, so that she could learn to shoot. That was three months ago, and she was getting quite good. Not as good as Sarah, of course, but she could take out someone if she had to. She needed to learn hand-to-hand combat now and she knew who she wanted to ask to teach her. She had just been putting it off because she didn’t want to ask him.
He was the only man she could trust to do it even if she wanted to deny it. Animal was a standoffish sort and yet he was the one she’d ask. He was the only man she could ask because all the rest of them made her too frightened and for some reason Animal made her feel safe. It was odd that she felt that way because the man had little give in him. He was an Alpha’s Alpha. He seemed to exude dominance like a scent or pheromones.
When he was around he dominated the room, took all the focus from any other man straight to him.
She hated it.
She didn’t want to be attracted to him because he was kind of a dick. Sammy rolled over onto her side, punching the pillow to fluff it before she closed her eyes again. She needed to stop thinking about this mess and get some rest. She didn’t know if she’d be able to sleep tomorrow because she didn’t know if Animal was working or if he’d be lurking in the dark shadows beside her bedroom window.

Animal Harris stood in the darkness watching the silent window of Sammy’s apartment. He knew that she was likely finally getting some much needed rest. The past two night’s he’d worked and he knew that she didn’t sleep when he wasn’t leaning on this tree. It should worry him that he knew that about her, but it did.
It was an odd relationship they had. She seemed to hate him and yet she couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t around, and she didn’t eat when he wasn’t there to make her. She’d been broken by a fucking putz masquerading as a dominant. He knew that her trust had been damaged and for a submissive that wasn’t a good thing. Dominate submissive relationships had a very delicate balance to them and that idiot poser had destroyed it. That was why she didn’t go to Spangle’s and flutter around like a sexy strawberry blonde butterfly anymore.
Animal had watched her go home with other men for months and he’d considered taking her to his private room at Spangle’s. As one of the six founding members he had that privilege.
He never had though because she’d seemed too soft, too tender for him.
He wasn’t the type of dominant a woman went home with unless she needed the lifestyle and he was sure every time he saw her there that she was only playing. He had been sure that Sammy wasn’t a true submissive. Although, her reactions to him since meeting her in person had made him begin to think that perhaps he’d been wrong.
Those reactions were why he had talked to Reaper about cutting back on his shifts at Ink Bandit’s. He’d told Reaper that she didn’t sleep unless she knew he was there and since Sammy was his old ladies best friend Reaper had allowed him to cut back on his shifts. He didn’t need the money he made at Ink Bandit’s. He made enough off the club and his one sixth of Spangle’s. He just loved art and he was good at inking.
Sammy was good at art too he’d discovered a few months ago when she’d drawn a tattoo for Sarah. He’d done the work because he’d wanted to know that he’d inked her work on her friend and not someone else. Again, they were in a strange relationship. He ran a hand over his thick reddish brown hair, before leaning his head into the tree in defeat.
 Stay neutral towards Sammy wasn’t working anymore. He was becoming possessive and he was hard for her almost constantly. She was sexy as fuck and he wanted so badly to collar her. It was fucked up because she was still not part of the lifestyle he was. Not the dominant lifestyle but the biker one. The whole club dynamic confused her and she seemed to resent the fact that they were trying to take care of her. It was what family did and that was part of the reason he’d joined the Bandits to start with.
They looked out for one and other even as they lived and let live. Animal shifted against the tree, his boot propped on the rough bark. The nights out here in the dark were uncomfortable and by the time someone else took over watching her at seven he was barely able to stumble onto his bike and head home.
He would catch about five hours sleep and then head over to the dinner if she was working or her house if she wasn’t. He’d make sure she ate something because whatever that sick fuck had done to her had made her refuse to eat. If he ever found that son of a bitch he was going to fucking rip his intestines out and feed them to him.
Animal wasn’t sure why Sammy being hurt made him think of doing things he hadn’t done since before he’d joined the Blue Bandit’s. Who he’d been before he came to this town four years ago wasn’t pretty and he’d thought he’d left that part of his life in the dirty room on the side of route nine when he’d done something he’d regret till the day he died.
Although, he was glad it had woke him up and made him realize that he was following a very dark path he still couldn’t forgive himself for it. He’d left the Headhunter’s MC the very next morning and never looked back. He’d shown up here broken and cold. He’d met Pansy in a bar on the other side of town. He had been returning from a run and stopped to get a burger. Animal had been at the bar nursing a whiskey wondering if it was worth living with the knowledge of what he had done.
Pansy had sat down next to him. He hadn’t spoken until after his food came.
Then he’d asked “You any good at Ink?”
“What?” He’d asked looking at the man with dark hair and eerie light green eyes.
“Ink?” He asked point to the tat Animal had on his arm.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve done Ink before. Why? You need a tat?” Animal had asked thinking he could use some more credits if he decided to stick around. He’d been doing Ink for the Headhunter’s for over three years. He hadn’t known it at the time but Pansy had known that already. Pansy had recognized the tattoo on his forearm of a tiger trying to claw through the skin.  
He knew because of that tattoo who Animal was and what he was running from. Pansy had saved his life that night and Animal would be grateful for Pansy interference for the rest of his life.
“We’re looking for an artist. Come by Ink Bandit’s tomorrow.” He then ate his dinner without another word. Animal had watched him wearily but he hadn’t said anything else until he stood to leave.
“Sometimes we have things we don’t like about ourselves. Those things shape us into the man we could be. Come to the shop. Might surprise you.” Then he’d left Animal looking after him wondering what the hell the man knew about him. The next morning he had been on his way out of town when he saw a sign for Ink Bandit’s. He’d pulled in the parking lot and went inside. That was when he had discovered that even a broken men could belong somewhere.    
Animal shifted again looking at the window to Sammy’s bedroom. His mind circling back to the woman inside the room and what happened to her. He knew that she’d been hurt but no one, not even Sarah had been able to get her to talk about it. It was making him feel a little savage. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch. Sammy was losing weight and she only slept when he was here, but the thing that disturbed him most was Spangles.
Having watched her for over six month’s he knew that her behavior about sex and bondage had changed. She used to come into the club and dance with abandon for hours before she went home with her preferred dominate. Mostly from a small group of three men she was used to.
Only one night she’d tried a new one and that son of a bitch had broken her trust and likely hurt her. He wanted to murder the man every time she sat at the table in the corner at Spangles, pale as a sheet, with her hands clutching a glass of whiskey as she desperately pretended she didn’t need release although they both knew she did. It infuriated him.
Every time he watched her he boiled with a rage so deep he felt it in his bones. Animal looked at the silent house, his eyes scanning the perimeter looking for anything out of place. Only settling when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He knew he was getting too engaged with Sammy and he didn’t do that. Not since–well, not since that fateful night when he’d made a mistake.
She wasn’t for him. He was damaged and she didn’t need that on top of her other issues, but the thought of her with another man made him feel a bit untamed and he wanted to rip the faceless man’s nuts off.  Which meant he should turn this over to Pansy or Iron, but he couldn’t seem to do it. He’d tried a week ago to just let them take over.
He had lasted about an hour at home pacing and wondering what the hell was going on and if she was safe. He ended up riding over to her place. He had walked toward this tree were Pansy had been standing. He looked towards the apartment seeing her standing at the window looking out. She was a few feet from the curtain and he knew she thought whoever was out here didn’t see her but he did. Pansy had looked at him with a nod.
“Animal,” he had said.
“How long has she been there?” He asked knowing Pansy could see her too.
“Hour.” Pansy replied.
“She was waiting.” Animal said realizing that she knew he was supposed to be there and she had been waiting on him to show.
“Yep, seems to like when you’re here. Might do you both good. You look frazzled and I suspect that’s cause you need to be here as much as she needs you here.” Pansy told him stepping out of the darkness.
“You know I’m not right for her. I can’t be here for her.” Animal told him.
“Seems to me that it’s time to let the past go and take a chance on the future. We’ve all done things. I know I have, but at some point we have to let it go and hope that we can do enough good to out weight it.” Pansy told him.
“Pansy, I know you think that everyone should get a second chance but not me. I am not for her. I need to walk away.”
Animal stared at the window where she stood waiting. He knew what she was waiting on and he knew that he shouldn’t give in to the urge to give it to her so she would go to bed and rest. She needed to learn not to rely on him. But even as that thought entered his head he lifted his hand and waved to her silently. He saw her body relax and after only a second she was gone from the window.
“No, you’re right where you need to be, Animal.” Pansy said before he walked away leaving Animal to stew about his need to be here for her and the fact that he couldn’t get her sexy ass out of his head.

Sighing, he stared at the apartment walls that separated them and wondered what the hell he was thinking. If he had even a lick of common decency he’d call someone else to watch her place and forget she existed.  Only he knew even as the thought curled around inside his head that he wasn’t going anywhere. Common decency apparently wasn’t his strong suit.

copyright Michelle Woods 2015 All rights reserved.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Sneak Peek from Uncovering Her Secrets:

Chapter 1
February 10, 2015

Tina Kirkland walked across the hallway into the office her heart pounding. Unease filled her because what she had just discovered was bad. Really, really bad. Like the government would want to know kind of bad and she wasn’t sure what the heck to do about it. She wasn’t sure if she should do anything. Mr. Clark was stealing money from one of their FBI accounts. This was bad.
Tina felt her stomach turned because this was the kind of thing people got killed for in movies and she was only twenty-eight. She didn’t want to die at twenty-eight. She stared at the blank computer screen wondering what the hell she’d followed the errors in the system for. Why was she such a stickler for things being correct? If she’d just ignored it and went about her business she wouldn’t be here contemplating what to do about this. God, was she going to have to move away from the only family she knew? Enter the witness protection program and leave them all behind. Maybe she didn’t have to tell anyone.
She could pretend she’d never seen the proof. Damn it, no, she couldn’t do that it would slowly eat at her soul because what Mr. Clark was doing was against the law. Her cell phone began ringing and she jumped letting out a screech. Then she shook her head and dug it out of her bag, which was in her desk drawer.
“Hello,” Tina answered.
“You better not be still at work Tina Kirkland! You’re supposed to be here in thirty minutes and I don’t want any excuses.” Laney growled angrily.
Still a bit out of sorts it took Tina a minute to remember that she was supposed to meet her best friend and her husband Craig at their place for dinner tonight. Crap, she had been so distracted by this money trail that she had forgotten.
“I’m on my way, Laney.” Tina told her shaking the mouse on her computer. The files she’d been searching were still on the screen. She pulled a thumb drive from the top drawer that she usually used to backup her files. She dumped everything that was on it into the trash and copied the proof onto the drive.
“You had better be! You canceled on me the last two times I invited you because you were working. I won’t be happy if you do it again, Tennie.” Laney told her the annoyance in her voice coming through loud and clear.
Tina felt guilt slide through her because she had been canceling on her friend a lot lately. Her only excuse was that Laney was so very happy with Craig that Tina sometimes felt like a third wheel in their relationship. Not that either of them made her feel that way on purpose. They were just so happy they didn’t realize it was a bit awkward for those around them.
 The files were finally done and the hundred percent flashed and she wondered what the hell she’d do with this damned evidence. It was going to change her whole life and it was just a freaking thumb drive. Tina wanted to cry as she pulled it from the computer and began closing out the files she’d just copied. This was crazy, absolutely crazy.
“Are you listening to me Tina! ” Laney demanded bringing her back to the conversation she was supposed to be having with her best friend.
“Yes, I am. I will be a few minutes late but I am on my way. I promise!” Tina cried into the phone as she grabbed the small amount of her personal items that were on her desk. Scooping them into her thankfully large purse she took the drive and stuffed it into the small zippered pouch and grabbed her coat off the back of the chair.
“You’d better be. Drive safe and get here as soon as you can. Love ya.” Laney said before she hung up.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she stood to leave. She was walking out the door when she heard a voice behind her. Her heart jumped to her throat and she felt like she was going to pass out because the voice belonged to Mr. Clark. Tina knew her hands were trembling and her palms were sweaty. She wanted to run but forced herself to turn and smile instead.
“Hi, Mr. Clark. Just headed out to dinner with friends.” Tina offered up and almost wanted to smack her forehead at this ridiculous statement.
“That’s nice. I am headed out myself. My wife and I are meeting our children for my wife’s birthday.
Tina wondered if his wife knew about the embezzling and if she did was she in on it. She wanted to ditch him and run from the building but she couldn’t, not if she wanted to get out of here. She had a feeling that he wouldn’t be too happy to know that she knew about his embezzling.
Tina tried to steady her racing heart with a few deep breaths without letting on that she was taking them. It was much harder than it may seem to walk calmly down the hall with the boss you’d just discovered committing a crime that could send him to jail for a very long time.
“That’s wonderful. I hope you have a good time.” She told him trying to act as if she wasn’t panicking inside her head even as her inner voice screamed at her to get the hell away from him.
“Yes, we always meet for dinner every year on each of our perspective birthdays. It’s always so hard to get you young people to stop long enough to visit. This way we get to see them at least at our birthdays and theirs.” Mr. Clark chuckled and shook his head.
Tina was reminded again why when she’d found the evidence earlier she’d been so shocked. Mr. Clark reminded her of a kindly grandfather type who wouldn’t harm a fly. He wasn’t what a person would expect a man stealing millions to look and act like. He seemed to live a modest life and he wasn’t clipped and rude. He was friendly and didn’t set off any alarms, which she supposed made him the perfect criminal. The kind you least expected.
“That’s nice. My mom and I used to do the same before she passed.” Tina told him wishing as they stepped on the elevator for it to go faster. She wanted to get the heck out of this conversation and this building. Preferably alive.
She felt like she was in a crazy spy movie having to act all calm and collected when inside she was a screaming mess. She suddenly wanted to get rip roaring drunk because she knew that her life as she had known it was over. After tonight she couldn't come back here to the job she loved or to the huge pension that she was two years away from receiving. Damn, sometimes doing the right thing sucked.
The elevator doors came into view and she reached out pressing the down button. She didn’t want to be trapped inside the tiny space with Mr. Clark and it made her stomach turn and her hand gripped the straps on her purse more tightly. Her palms began to sweat and she wanted to scream her body felt so tense.
“Ah, yes she passed when you were young didn’t she?” Mr. Clark asked a look of sympathy on his face.
“A little over eleven years ago when I was eighteen. It was cancer.” Tina felt her heart squeeze a bit thinking about her mom. It was hard sometimes even with so many years to cushion the blow.
She and her mom had been really close. A relationship that had gotten even closer when her father had died in a plane crash when she was ten, after his death it had been her and her mom against the world. She was glad that the Stewart’s had been in their lives by then. They’d helped her mom raise her and they had kept her sane when her mom had been so sick. Marie Stewart, Laney’s mom, had been a godsend. She’d helped Lily, Tina’s mom, to her many appointments and had even moved Tina and her mom in with them that last year when she’d been unable to get out of bed for longer than an hour.
After her mom had died it had been Mr. and Mrs. Stewart who’d made all the arrangements and Tina was grateful for them. She had been in no condition to do it herself. She wasn’t even able to think about finals and getting into the college she’d worked so hard to get into with Laney for the last three years.
Marie had made sure she got the extensions she needed for her testing and talked with the college admissions board about her starting the second semester due to her circumstances. She would never be able to repay them for all they’d done for her and her mother. They were her family just as much as Laney and Luke were.
“Yes, I’m sorry my dear. Having lost my own mother about six years ago I know that the blow never gets any easier.” Mr. Clark placed his hand on her shoulder and it took everything inside her not to flinch away from him.
Although, she would have to rethink the guy out to kill her bit, perhaps he was just a man who’d made a bad choice. Maybe the witness protection wouldn’t be necessary. Maybe she was over reacting and this wouldn’t be such a life-changing event. After all this wasn’t a movie it was real life and things were never as dramatic as they seemed in the movies in real life. It was silly of her to overreact like a bad heroine in a B movie.   
As they entered they the elevator she looked at the unassuming elderly man beside her. He was in a three-piece blue suit, with a red tie and black dress shoe’s. He looked like you’d expect the manager of a major accounting firm to look, unassuming and boring.
She felt like she might have been having a bit of a freak out over nothing. The thought that this man would come after her to kill her was kind of laughable really. She stood staring at him for a moment inside the small space as the doors closed them inside. Mr. Clark pressed the garage button and smiled at her kindly.
“Yes, it’s still hard. I miss her every day. She was an amazing woman.” Tina told him as the elevator lurched into action taking them down to the garage.

“I bet she was, dear.” Mr. Clark smiled again his hand still clutching his briefcase. They chatted about an account Mr. Clark was trying to start with a multimillion dollar company that she knew would be a huge asset to the firm. For a moment the night almost seemed normal and Tina relaxed. They talked until the doors pinged that they were in the garage.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Animal Passion's

Cover for Animal Passion's is done...yay

Now I just have to finish Uncovering Her Secrets and Animal Passion's will be born....I hope lol

Will be out in July as will Uncovering Her Secrets. Yep two releases in one month because I had to push back Uncovering Her Secrets (Sorry Fan's of Seals Security and my editor is taking all but the last week of June off) so will be hard at work getting Animal Passion's ready for a mid-month release date....So yay, two for readers in July!!!

Will Post a teaser from both books later this month so stay tuned and your favorite will have a sneak peek!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Reaper Unleashed...

Reaper Unleashed is currently at #23 on the contemporary romance bestsellers list and I want to thank all the fans who allowed it to get there!! Thanks so much to you all for buying and loving my book!! I feel like a rockstar...LOL

I know its not number one on the list but I still feel as if it's amazing mostly because I started this writing journey with the goal to make...get this $26.00 to get back the investment I made in my first cover. 

Since then I have been amazed that readers like my books and my heart is filled with joy that my books are selling. It's humbling in a way because you are all so amazing and I couldn't do it without each and everyone of you. 

So Thanks for making my dream a reality...

Friday, May 1, 2015

Finally Out: Reaper Unleashed

3.99 at Amazon

Reaper Colson has run the Blue Bird Strip Club for the Blue Bandits MC for ten years. He's seen all types of people in and out of his club, but when Sarah Banner walks in he can't seem to find either his balls or his manners. Because she's tying him up in knots and pissing him off to the point when he'd usually say screw it and walk away. Only she's under his skin and walking away might not be an option for him anymore. 

Sarah Banner is desperate. She and her son are going to be living in her car if she doesn't find work. Walking into the Blue Bird was the hardest thing she'd ever done, but for her son Josh, she'd do anything. Only the owner wasn't what she expected and giving up cardigans for leather skirts is going to be hard. Unleashing Reaper is going to be even harder.

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