Ghost Unit, Book Three
Even her walk made him swallow. The stroll of a huntress -- a little arrogant, a lot dangerous. Damn, he loved danger. He'd never seen menace so perfectly packaged in a woman. Wanting her was intoxicatingly forbidden and totally pagan.
Jas watched the beast try to look harmless as he entered her world. Testosterone-enhanced confidence rolling off him spoke of a deadly animal. He was muscle and guile below the face of a naughty angel. Ohhh baby, Jas wanted to play with that beast. Too bad they wouldn't have time.
It would have been Blaster's pleasure to take care of whatever threatened her, but earning her trust required respecting her right to combat. What drove him crazy was she wouldn't let him be the shield at her back as she did it.
Reader Advisory: This is an action novel with instances of violence that may not be for the faint of heart.
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1 . Another winner for Gail Faulkner!
Posted July 27, 2010 by Kers , Trinity,NCOnce again I was bowled over by the intense alpha male Ms. Faulkner seems to include in her writing. This was a HOT read, but had lots of action. I like the alpha female character too. Can't wait for more tales of the "Ghost Unit"!
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Wanna Play by Gail Faulkner
She was magnificent! Blaster remained concealed in the shadows, his gaze locked on the scene playing out across the clearing. Watching her work through her attackers, he felt her energy zip down his own body, triggering a base male response he had to control.
She was symmetry and grace. She cut through the fight like nothing he'd ever seen. Her body whirled and twisted in a mind-numbing display of an incredibly limber female form. Avoiding one of the hits, she dropped in a split that he hardly had time to register as she rolled out of it and up with a man's foot in her hands. She twisted his ankle as she moved, driving her attacker into what appeared to be an agonizing flip.
Damn! He wanted her. Blaster smiled, mostly, baring his teeth as sexual hunger sizzled through him. Totally visual in origin and shallow as a frat boy at a keg party, he enjoyed the shameless pleasure that watching her fight gave him. It enveloped his body, pooling between his legs in throbbing approval.
Elusive and deadly, the fight unfolded. She appeared to be dancing with demons but perhaps it was the other way around. Her dark form was menace in Venus' body. The demon dancing was her. Four men scrambled to get a hold on her but she was always gone just as hard fingers glazed glowing skin. Her stunning long body bowed and twisted as she delivered brutal hits while evading the thugs circling her. Energy crackled around the woman as if the absence of fear created a fierce goddess of speed and grace.
Twisting as one leg went high in a vicious kick while her torso swooped low, sending counter weight through her elbow to a thigh behind her, she took out two burly men. She was already facing the next charging fellow as the fourth came at her from the side with a knife. A quick step toward the screaming charger changed everyone's trajectory just enough for her to go low and flip the charger into the knife guy. Blaster sucked in a breath and winced as he watched the two the men slam into each other.
Intensity churned the early morning mist as it swirled over rocky terrain. Those two men went down and foaming vapor nearly obscured their moaning figures. She swung around in a ready stance but none of the men on the ground moved. Standing a moment, chest heaving, her body glowing with the power flowing through it, she appeared mystical.
"Cut!" echoed across the mountain meadow.
Blaster stood stock-still as her body relaxed. He found his mouth was gaping open and snapped it shut. She reached a hand down and yanked one of the men up to his feet. The guy let out a yelp and then scowled at her as he ambled off rubbing his shoulder. The other three men managed to get up on their own, also scowling and rubbing various body parts.
She had to be six feet tall. Her long, incredible body was clothed in a supple leather vest that laced down the front, displaying an amazing cleavage with no break. The top ended just below her breasts and there wasn't another scrap of clothing obscuring her muscled torso until the low leather pants riding her hips. Those also laced up and were just barely decent. Soft leather hugged her thighs and disappeared into knee-length leather boots. The flat-heeled boots laced tightly around her calves but obviously didn't restrict her movements.
Soft buckskin clothing was almost the same warm coffee shade as her skin. Creamy browns complemented so flawlessly that he couldn't help thinking she'd be difficult to see moving in shadowed forest conditions. It was a perfect costume for a barbarian huntress part, except it was ridiculous. She wasn't playing a barbarian huntress. Wonderfully ridiculous, Blaster mused as he watched her leisurely walk to the guy who'd shouted "cut".
Even her walk made him swallow hard. She moved in a smooth, loose-limbed stroll. The simple activity caused muscles on her torso to flex and ripple in a fascinating display of a female body about as fit as it could get without being pumped. Her arms glided at her sides in relaxed readiness that spoke of weapons, though none were visible. It was the walk of a huntress. A little arrogant, a lot dangerous.
Blaster felt lightheaded as he watched her move. Lack of blood to the brain did that to a guy. It'd never happened to him before, but he'd heard of it.
He was remarkably sorry when she stopped in front of the director's chair to engage in discussion. Her face still wasn't clear at this distance but considering her profession, he was confident it'd match the rest of her. Mercy!
He felt the need to wait a few seconds before leaving the tree line. Swallowing again, Blaster concentrated on slowing his breathing, allowing the calm of his surroundings to seep into his body. He actually glanced down to make sure steam wasn't billowing from his crotch before he ambled out to move in her general direction. Time to regain center and at least pretend he wasn't ruled by the idiot head.
He'd met women who were dangerously beautiful, women who were beautiful when they were dangerous, but never one who was both. His weakness for that edge in sexual partners had left him seriously disappointed most of the time. It was actually difficult to drag his eyes away from her. Wanting her was that little bit forbidden, totally perilous and entirely pagan. What he wanted to do, over and over again, could possibly get his ass kicked into next week if she ever read his mind.