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Touch of Fire by Maria Zannini (Anne Cain)
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First, let me say thank you to Tina, Holly, Katie and all the amazing folks at TRS for the CAPA! I'm amazed Jake has won since the first book in the series, Nate, won a CAPA last year. Amazing and humbling!Haunted by war, a thief finds salvation in the arms of an angel.
On the surface, Jake Sheridan is an easygoing man whose problems roll off him like water off a duck’s back. Truth is, Jake holds so many past demons inside him, he daren’t let them out for fear he’ll never get them all back in.
He and the Devils are hired to help rebuild a town ransacked by marauders. Everywhere they turn, they encounter secrets—enough secrets to turn the town to dust if they don’t uncover the truth.
Only one person in town isn’t glad to see them: Gabrielle Rinaldi, the miller’s daughter. A strong and independent woman who is used to being disrespected for speaking her mind, she makes no secret that she doesn’t believe hired guns are the answer to the town’s woes. Yet she finds herself drawn to the enigmatic and charming Jake.
In spite of himself, Jake falls hard and fast for Gabby. But she’s wary of handing her heart to a man who lives by his guns.
When tragedy strikes, Jake and Gabby must fight to find a way to save the town—and their hearts.
Excerpt:
Congratulations to the winners of the 2008 CAPAs. I was honored and thrilled to be considered.



Lifting the Veil


Dragon in the System
Geek Love, Book #1
By Cindy Spencer Pape
http://www.cindyspencerpape.com
Available now at Cerridwen Press:
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-4129-dragon-in-the-system.aspx
Blurb: Computer science professor Eric Gordon has to find the hacker responsible for a virus on campus. When his investigations show some sort of reptile may be living in the steam tunnels under campus, he turns to biology professor Lori Tremain for help.
Lori’s life is crazy with her tenure review looming, but she’s too curious and way too attracted to turn down Eric’s request. Together, Lori and Eric uncover things that their scientific minds can barely imagine, along with a passion they never expected. She doesn’t have time for love or dragons, but adventure and romance find her anyway.
The subbasements had never been modernized. The old stonework corridor was silent and dark and a damp, musty odor hung in the chilly air. Using the narrow beam of the flashlight, Eric led the way down the dank passage to the old janitor’s closet. Upon finding it empty, as expected, he pulled Lori inside, closed the door behind them and then turned on the light, reluctantly releasing her hand to do so. The single bare bulb cast a sickly yellow-white circle of light from the cobweb-covered ceiling.
Lori looked around. “You were right about one thing,” she sniffled, stifling a sneeze. “Lots of dust.” Wiping her nose impatiently with the back of her hand, she studied the floor intently. “The only footprints are ours,” she added agreeably, pointing out the marks from his size-fourteen sneakers and her own tiny bare feet. She began to look around the cluttered and dusty space, finally letting out an excited squeal. “Eric, look over here!”
Eric turned toward a corner of the room piled with a few dirty cardboard boxes and some old tin buckets–the kind with the rollers and mop-squeezers that weigh about half a ton each.
“There’s a mouse in this bucket,” she whispered excitedly.
“Alive?” he asked. He didn’t see why she’d be getting excited about a rodent. It was an old building, after all, but, heck, she was a zoologist.
Lori giggled. “Not that kind of mouse, silly. Your kind of mouse.” She lifted an old two-button parallel port computer mouse by the cable. “Looks like our hacker has been upgrading his equipment.”
Eric nodded. “Probably went for a decent serial mouse, or maybe a trackball. Faster.”
Lori cheerfully stuck the mouse into the plastic bag she’d pulled out of her pocket and then resumed her detailed examination of the room. Eric guessed that she probably read a lot of mysteries and was really getting into the idea of searching for clues. Her enthusiasm was contagious, however and he found himself enjoying the search. “Aha!” she cried.
“Now what?” He was almost afraid to ask.
“Skin,” she whispered, apparently remembering sporadically that this was supposed to be a stealthy operation.
Now even Eric was excited. “Skin?”
She whipped her keys out of the front pocket of her skirt and pulled a tiny pair of tweezers from the miniature Swiss Army knife she used as a key chain. The lady was full of surprises. Carefully, she lifted a maybe one-square-inch piece of translucent white stuff and added it to the bag.
“Reptile skin, Eric,” she told him seriously. “Somebody has had some kind of reptile down here and it was shedding.” She was practically quivering with excitement. “There’s a tiny bit of flesh attached, too, like this got snagged on something sharp.”
Eric took the bag from her hands and gazed reverently through the clear plastic to the white stuff inside. Sure enough, it resembled the snake sheds he’d occasionally found as a child poking through the wooded parts of
She grinned. “Well, you saw something, but I’m not sure that means you’re not crazy.” Her dark eyes looked up at him, crinkled mischievously, gleaming almost black in the harsh light. A lump the size of a dragon’s egg formed in Eric’s throat. She didn’t move, just kept looking up at him and he couldn’t help himself. Her eyes drifted shut as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her.
*****
It had been quite a while since Lori had been kissed. Her first thought after Eric’s lips had closed on hers was that he was way better at this than she’d have expected. That was also her last conscious thought for several minutes.
He was so tall that she had to strain upwards to reach him comfortably and her arms just sort of naturally wound themselves around his neck for support. There was well-toned muscle under the thick fabric of his borrowed sweatshirt, she noticed in some distant portion of her mind and his lips were firm but gentle, showing no hesitation as they expertly coaxed hers into opening for him. Eric nibbled gently at her lower lip, pausing to suck lightly at its center. She could smell the warm, masculine scent of his skin, even above the musty odor of the storeroom and it made her insides puddle.
The kiss continued. Lori gasped softly as Eric’s tongue slid slowly, exploring along her front teeth. She returned the caress, slipping her own tongue alongside his and he groaned huskily, tightening his hold around her waist. Lori squirmed against him, wanting to get even closer. As he deepened the kiss, she could feel his erection pressing hard into her stomach.
What the hell am I doing? Panic struck, just as Eric began to slip his big, warm hands up under Lori’s t-shirt. She desperately wanted his hands on her aching flesh, but now that her brain had kicked in, she realized that this was a very, very bad idea. She’d only known him for what—two hours? Heck, he could even be married or something. Whimpering a little, she reluctantly pulled away.
Eric groaned again, but probably in frustration instead of pleasure. Nonetheless, he immediately dropped his hands back down to Lori’s denim-clad hips and leaned over her, resting his forehead on the top of her head. “I’d say I was sorry, but I’d be lying,” he muttered thickly.
She giggled nervously, then swallowed several times in rapid succession. “Are you married?” she blurted, immediately embarrassed for not being able to control her tongue.
Eric chuckled wryly. “That’s what stopped you?” He tightened his grip, tugging her closer. She buried her face in his chest as he gently smoothed her tangled hair down her back. “Nope. No wife, no girlfriend, no infectious diseases. What about you?”
She shook her head, rubbing her face across the lettering on the sweatshirt. “No. I…uh…haven’t been involved with anybody in a while,” she admitted. And she’d never been this attracted to anybody this fast, she added mentally.
“Good,” he said gently. He took one hand away from her hips and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes and for just a moment it felt like he was looking directly into her soul. “Because I’d like to see you again.”

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured reverently.
The car. He’s talking about your car. She tried to convince herself, but the rationalization rang false. While he admired the convertible, something more arced between them. Attempting to shake off the unusual reaction inflaming her senses by focusing on her vehicle, Alexa stepped a little closer.
“I’ve done a lot of work on it.”
“Can I touch her?” His implicit understanding of her dislike for people handling her vehicle made her confident he would treat it with the respect it deserved.
“Sure, go ahead.” Plus, she got to watch the way his broad finger stroked the defined contour in the flawlessly waxed side panel, which inflamed her senses nearly as much as if he’d placed the caress on her skin instead.
Before she could stop to analyze what her subconscious offered, she asked, “Would you like to take a look under the hood?”
“Hell, yeah.”
She had to laugh at the look on his face. “You look like a kid on Christmas.”
“It’s not every day I come across an opportunity like this.” The dark undercurrent of the statement and his piercing green stare made it clear he referred to more than a fancy sports car.
Oh God. He feels it, too.
Alexa should have been freaked out. Alone with a stranger, on a deserted stretch of highway, in the mountains far from the city, sounded like an unwise situation to put herself in. She should be nervous but a remarkable calm surrounded her instead. In fact, she just now realized she’d stopped on the side of the road without a second thought to safety. Today, she threw caution to the wind. The chemical reaction between them affected her like a drug.
As though he sensed her train of thought, the man backed away a few steps, displaying his non-threatening intent. He left the path clear for her to get in her car and drive away but her instincts shouted that she could trust him. She wanted to explore this attraction just a little bit further.
She leaned over the door and rested her fingertips on the hood release. The man’s gaze tracked her movement yet he didn’t encroach on her space. For a moment, the only sounds breaking the silence were the babble of the stream below, the gentle rustle of leaves from the tree branches overhead and a soft birdsong.
The air between them crackled with tension.
Then, the metallic click of the hood’s latching mechanism disengaging relayed her decision to stay. A broad smile spread across his face, raising faint dimples that heightened his attractiveness. Alexa inclined her head in a “come here” gesture as she circled around to the front of the car.
He ambled to her side with a steady gait that made her cognizant of his confidence she wouldn’t run. Reaching for the edge of the hood simultaneously, their hands met. Sparks shot up her spine and she jerked. His arm wrapped around her waist in a protective hold. The solid strength kept her from losing her physical footing, but not her emotional balance. This close she could smell the unique combination of his leather gear and subtle, earthy cologne.
“Easy.” His hand smoothed down her side and across the top of her ass as he went back to lifting the hood. The blatant touch imbued her with respect for his natural ability to handle a woman. However, she retained enough rationality to admire the gleaming chrome of the engine that she cleaned with painstaking diligence each weekend she could manage the time. Together they leaned forward, caught by the lure of a ridiculously overpowered motor.
“This is an aftermarket addition. Did you do this yourself?” His raised eyebrow conveyed his surprise.
“Yeah.”
“I’m impressed. Are you a mechanic?”
“Nope, this is just a hobby.” She smirked.
“Some hobby. I am a mechanic. This is a damn fine job.”
Alexa basked in his appreciation for details. None of her friends understood her devotion to this machine. They couldn’t comprehend why she spent the majority of her precious free time refining each tiny part until it was flawless. This man obviously did.
He ran his hand along the connections, searching with deft flicks of his fingertips for imperfections where none existed. His satisfied nod had her beaming.
“Jesus, woman. If someone told me I’d have the chance to play with a car like this today, I’d have said that nothing could distract me. But the way you’re looking at me…”
His voice trailed off as she reached up to do a little exploring of her own. Her hand moved on autopilot, following her desire, cupping the side of his stubbled face.
Is this guy for real?
The wet heat of his lips on her palm rasped against her nerves, stronger than any dream. She whimpered as he turned his head to lick the center of her palm before catching the sensitive skin between her thumb and index finger in his teeth in a gentle nip. The move set her ablaze, destroying common sense.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a low groan, he closed the narrow gap between them, sealing his mouth over hers. He dropped the hood in place and put his hand to better use, wrapping it around her hip, yanking her tight against the hard plane of his chest. His height made Alexa strain on tiptoes to return his kiss. Eager to help, he tucked his other hand around her thigh and hoisted her up higher on his body.
They fit perfectly together.
Her hands tangled in his hair, loving the way the silky strands teased the sensitive crevices between her fingers. She kneaded his scalp, urging him to take her mouth deeper. His head angled over hers, intensifying the kiss as his tongue lashed playfully against the seam of her lips. She drew it inside her mouth and sucked. He tasted like peppermint.
She moaned with regret when he pulled away.
“I’m going to set you on the hood.” He rumbled in her ear in between nibbles of her neck.
“No! Wait.”
Though he looked disappointed, he stopped without hesitation.
The heat suffusing her face highlighted her discomfort with being so brazen. “I…I don’t want to scratch the paint. Take my shorts off first.”
Strained laughter burst from his chest. It transformed his features from rugged to unbearably handsome.
“Honey, you’re my every fantasy.”


Happy Valentine's Day. I hope everyone has an abundance of love to cuddle with today and everyday.
If, for some off the wall reason, love isn't cuddling up to you right now, may I suggest crawling between the pages of a good romance---until you find something better to crawl between.
Thanks to TRS for nominating my book DIBS for a CAPA.
Below is an excerpt of DIBS. Enjoy.
Lisa Wells http://www.lisawellsauthor.com/
Lacey hung up and punched in Neverfail’s number before she could think herself out of the graduation project. “Hi. Is this Neverfail?” I can’t believe I just asked that question.
“You got it baby. Who gave you the Luv Number?”
The voice, on the other end, was a mixture of surfer-dude meets marijuana-dude. Heavy on the marijuana mix.
“Maddison gave me your number.” Lacey felt three degrees of red burn her cheeks. She wasn’t a hussy by nature. She was more first date equals first base kind of girl.
“How is the old girl doing? I haven’t seen her, in like, a couple of months.”
I think Marty’s bimbo might be smarter than you. “She’s fine. Listen. Are you interested in having sex?” What kind of girl asks a complete stranger that kind of question? Is this what she had to look forward to? Begging guys to have sex with her?
“Sure, why not. I’m always interested in sex. Your place or mine?”
“Yours.” Lacey set up the time and wrote down his address. She drove to Victoria’s Secret for some courage in the form of sexy panties. She changed in the dressing room and threw her old underwear away. From there, she drove to his apartment. She sat in the parking lot long
enough to get her breathing under control and then opened the door. Taking a determined step out of the vehicle, she locked it and never looked back. Time to think would kill the moment. Kill her courage. If she thought, she would never go through with it.
Neverfail answered on the second knock. He was tan, buff, semi-handsome, and mostly naked. The stability of a towel, riding low on his hips, appeared to totally hinge on a tiny piece of material tucked in between skin and more material right below a heart tattoo. It wasn’t a large
towel.
It was a piece of fabric that begged a woman to take a closer look. It was wanton, enticing a woman to view the long legs stretching miles from underneath it. It was scandalous in the way it begged a woman to yank it just to see the hidden parts. The towel was also damn thin. Not at all thick and fluffy. It was see-through, touch-me, forget-the-legs, thin.
A movement, originating behind the middle of the towel, brought her out of her trance. Not bad.
“Yo, you must be Lacey. Nice bod. I took a shower for you,” he said, pointing to his towel.
I bought new underwear for you. Was he expecting her to yank down her jeans and show him her purchase?