A book in The Hussiesseries. Take an ancient Hussy warrior hunter with a Scottish castle that changes before your eyes. Mix in a computer geek with a wild imagination, an unemployed biker scarred by the past, and task them with saving the world. Add a dash of freaky past-life regression along with some cool spy stuff and you've got one heck of a recipe for adventure. They just may succeed at their mission-stranger things have happened. However, the consequences are deadly and failure is not an option for Twyla or Jhett. Surviving the seedy underworld of weapons dealers requires learning to trust each other if they're to have any chance at breaking the endless cycle of repeating their mistakes...over and over...in one life after another.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Flyboy by Nicole Austin
She didn't know where the gumption came from, but Twyla rose and stared the big man down. Anger overriding logical thought, she strode around the table and went toe-to-toe with the cocky jerk. Too bad she had to tip her head back to meet his eyes since it would ruin the effect. Lord, what a tall slice of heaven, all concrete muscle and sharp angles she would enjoy investigating.
"Look here, flyboy." She punctuated each word by jabbing a fingertip into the rock-hard muscle of his chest. "I'm taking some pretty big risks here too. I don't know you from Adam, but I'm going to have to rely on your skill and reputation to keep us all safe. I'm also putting the fate of one of the most important men on the face of the earth in your hands. How do I know you won't fuck the whole thing up?"
Oh hell, now she'd done it. His face turned red and a muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. Twyla imagined built-up steam escaping from his ears accompanied with the long blast from a loud whistle.
She prepared herself to be attacked by shifting her weight to the balls of her feet and letting tensed muscles relax. She'd studied Aikido, which taught her how to take on someone bigger and stronger without either of them getting hurt. Twyla felt confident in her abilities to diffuse his anger.
They continued staring for long, breathless moments. His response, when it came, was so completely unexpected that it blew her mind, silencing any protest she may have offered.
Twyla tempted him in the most delightful ways. Jhett imagined how her soft curves would cozy up against his hard planes. Built strong and made for action. She had plenty of lush flesh for him to hold onto, created to cushion a man's body. His body.
He imagined long strands of her chestnut hair gliding over his body, teasing sensitive flesh. Or better yet, his fingers clasped in the locks and those charming sea-green eyes looking up at him from under thick-fringed lashes while her pink lips stretched around his cock.
The imagery had him groaning, and if he didn't distract himself from such thoughts, he'd act on them.
"Because I never fail." Not true, but no one without clearance above the top secret level would know the truth. Jhett had failed and spent ten long months in hell serving penance for the sin of allowing personal issues to interfere with work. He shook off the treacherous thoughts. They were both better off if he didn't go down that particular path.
The idea she'd distract him from the mission flickered through his mind, but Jhett pushed it aside. He had not accepted the job and wasn't on duty now, therefore he had no good reason not to indulge, take what he needed. What he wanted.
God, did he ever want.
Most men would have backed down from him already, but not her. The bold way she stood her ground, getting right in his face, turned his cock into a steel spike. In his head, he knew Twyla to be strong and competent, but at the same time, he harbored a fierce instinct to offer protection and shelter.
He refused to examine the unaccustomed feelings bombarding him, saving contemplation for later. Much later. The sharp edge of desire became imperative, the center of his focus. The inescapable compulsion to taste her succulent pink lips overrode everything else. The plump curves had thinned into a firm line Jhett longed to tease and suckle until they softened and parted, granting admission into her warm mouth.
He'd intended on a slow seduction, but when their lips touched something snapped the leash of rigid self-discipline that confined his baser urges, swamping him under a tidal wave of wild lust. Capturing her lips, he caved under the force of his hunger and want and need. Her open responsiveness drove away logic. Jhett ate at her delicate lips, pushed along the seam until they parted and his tongue surged forward to claim her mouth. Their tongues touched, twined, tasted. Passion rose along with the ache.
Her fingers dug into his shirt, short nails scoring his skin and sparking a primitive response. This rare and beautiful woman belonged to him. Starving for her sweet flavor, he devoured her. His tongue ran over her teeth, traced every edge before delving deeper, declaring his ownership.
She whimpered as the backs of her legs hit the table, trapping her between the sturdy wood and his unyielding body. He luxuriated in the full breasts pillowing his chest. Ample curves enticed him to linger. Their kiss turned insatiable as his hands roamed and his thick erection pressed against her belly, proclaiming his possession. His aroused length burned and ached with the need to be held snug within the ripe confines of her pussy. It had been ages since he'd fucked a woman and he couldn't remember the last time anyone had stirred his emotions.