Alpha Four
Series
Treasure Me (Alpha Four, Book 1):
Reputable fine art broker Sophie Graystone has a knack for
acquiring one-of-a-kind artifacts. A seasoned professional, she marches to the
beat of her own drum and takes direction from no one.
Lt. Dagan “Rebel” Caldwell, ex-Army Ranger and investigator for
Alpha Four, is driven by an iron will to succeed and is talented in the ability
to convince others to conform. He soon learns that he has met his match in one
certain female.
Assigned to investigate several attempted thefts of Sophie’s
paintings, Rebel’s skill and talent are sorely tested when Sophie challenges
him at every turn, aggravating and arousing him in the process. Desperate to
get his man, Rebel uses her rebellion as a secret weapon, hoping to win her
heart in the process.
Tame Me (Alpha Four, Book 2):
Relaxed, laid-back spa owner Kat Abbott isn't immune to
confrontation - being the daughter of a federal judge has taught her not to
cower in the face of challenge.
Former Army Ranger, demolitions expert, and member of Alpha
Four, Jace "Chaos" Taylor
Thrown together by a madman's vengeance, Kat and Chaos find
themselves in unfamiliar territory. Both accustomed to calling the shots, their
relationship is complicated, to say the least. Yet, when evil takes the upper
hand, the couple must overcome obstacles that threaten to separate them
forever.
Watch Me (Alpha Four, Book 3):
Event planner Carley Kensworth lives an extremely structured
lifestyle, planning each activity down to the most minute detail. Organization
is the name of the game and she refuses to falter.
Sgt. Gage “Ace” Moore, ex-Army Ranger, skilled sniper, and Alpha
Four investigator, thrives on living in the moment, content to tackle obstacles
as they appear. Intent on untying Carley’s structured strings, he vows to show
her the value of spontaneity.
Ace’s patience pays off when Carley finally agrees to break free
of her protective shell and do things his way. However, when Carley’s events
become victims of sabotage, both structure and spontaneity prove to be the key
to saving her reputation and her life.
Humor Me (Alpha Four, Book 4):
Licensed psychologist and relationship expert, Olivia “Liv”
Blackwell uses her people skills to orchestrate happily ever afters for her
exclusive clients. Blessed with a
natural talent for social grace, she is well-respected and successful.
Retired Army Ranger and founder of
Alpha Four, Cpt. Beck “Thunder” Raines has refined the practice of law and
order. Working long hours and under the
radar keep him out of the public eye.
Determined to show Thunder the benefit of getting out more, Liv accepts the task of socializing the
introverted soldier. Yet, when an
elaborate blackmail scheme turns personal the couple learns a whole new type of
social etiquette.
Alpha Four Series Purchase Links
Treasure Me (Alpha Four, Book 1)
Tame Me (Alpha Four, Book 2)
Watch Me (Alpha Four, Book 3)
Humor Me (Alpha Four, Book 4) - COMING SOON
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ALPHA FOUR SERIES PLAYLIST
Kiss from
a Rose – Seal
Back in
Black – AC/DC
Good to
be Alive – Andy Grammer
Gorilla –
Bruno Mars
Welcome
to the Jungle – Guns ‘N’ Roses
Stay with
Me – Sam Smith
Somebody
to Love – Queen
Sweet
Emotion – Aerosmith
Miss
Independent – Kelly Clarkson
Shut Up
and Hold On – Toby Keith
Drink You
Away – Justin Timberlake
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7. In Deep
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Excerpts
Treasure Me, Alpha Four Book 1:
At the sound of the voice behind her, Sophie gasped and
spun around, her free fist raised and ready to put up a fight, even more
shocked at the sight of Rebel standing directly in her line of vision. In the
heat of the moment, she wasn’t sure if it was paranoia or extreme fear – not
that it mattered which one – but one or the other amped up her adrenaline and
pretty much dictated her response. Without warning, her fist connected with his
brick wall of a chest.
Not one word left his lips and he stood stoic, obviously
not bothered in the least by her attack. Probably because her fist bounced off
like a rubber ball. His lips curved into a smirk.
“Easy there, tiger.”
Ignoring his smooth, rich response and thigh-tightening
smirk, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped both hands around his equally-muscled
shoulders, and shook him. Never mind that she couldn’t move the mountain in
front of her.
“You scared me to death!”
With little effort, he peeled her fingers from his muscle,
placed a hand to the small of her back and then led her to an annoying familiar
vehicle parked at the curb; so much for avoiding a bodyguard. As if he’d done
it a thousand times before, he opened the passenger door and then gestured at
the seat.
“In.”
Although still somewhat shocked by the whole ordeal, she
managed to find a tiny bit of resistance. She planted her feet on the curb and
raised an eyebrow.
For a few
seconds, they both stood stoic, engaged in a silent battle of wills. She had no
idea just how stubborn he could be, but she knew her own stamina and had no
intention of giving in.
“Get in the car, Sophie.”
Still, she stood immobile, her eyes narrowed, determined
to wait him out. For several seconds, they simply stared at each other, gazes
locked, each issuing a silent dare. Sophie didn’t care if her eyes caught fire,
she would win this showdown. Finally, he released a hard breath.
“Please.”
She gave him what she intended to be a cheeky smile and
entered the vehicle. He shook his head, closed the door, and then entered the
driver’s side several seconds later.
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Always.”
He chuckled as he drove away from the curb and into
traffic. “Where were you headed?”
“To my studio.”
“Normally, the tail needs that information.”
She shrugged. “Normally.”
“Good thing I was up early.”
“Luck.”
“You wish. I knew you wouldn’t follow instructions.”
“Really? What gave you that impression?”
“Your father didn’t tell you much about me, did he?”
“No.”
“Good thing.”
“Why?”
“If the Senator had told you even half of what he knows
about me, you wouldn’t have gotten in the truck.”
She swallowed hard – not out of fear like she probably
should have, but to keep the twenty or so questions from escaping out of sheer
intrigue. Apparently this man had deep dark secrets – ones she wanted very much
for him to expose.
“That still doesn’t explain how you claim to have known I
wouldn’t follow instructions.”
He moved his head toward the rearview mirror and then
turned it to the front windshield. “I was an Army Ranger, a tracker to be
exact. I’m trained to read people.” He turned and grinned. “I knew what you
planned before you did.”
“Is that so?”
He simply nodded without hesitation, confidence oozing
from every pore in his body. Oddly, the arrogance didn’t offend her. Instead,
her mouth watered and her breasts tightened to the extent that she was sure her
nipples might poke a hole in her blouse. She dabbed the corners of her mouth
with her tongue. No sense letting him see her slobber all over him like a rabid
dog.
“Okay then, O wise one, what do you suppose I’ll do next?”
He released another of those knee-weakening smirks and
suddenly she wanted to kiss it off his face. Press her lips against his and
nibble her way all around them until she literally swallowed him whole. As
strong as she knew this man to be, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind
that his kisses would be hard and dominating. In an attempt at self-control,
she folded her arms across her chest and attempted to appear smug.
In what she dubbed an I’m-so-smooth
manner, he changed lanes and then parked the vehicle next to a curb. “Now
you’ll go inside your studio and explain to your assistant – Robert, if I remember correctly – why
Mrs. Vanderbuilt’s painting wasn’t returned to your studio last night as
planned.”
She turned and glanced out the passenger window at the
scripted lettering on the building there. Treasure
Me. Okay so he was exactly right.
She turned and raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming
along?”
“I was under the impression you didn’t want a bodyguard.”
“I don’t.” She reached for the door handle and pulled,
annoyed when the door wouldn’t budge.
When she lifted her gaze to his and frowned, he snickered
and then the click of the locks
sounded in the silence.
“Five minutes,” he said.
She opened the door, stepped out and then glanced back at
him. “Ten,” she said as she slammed the door on any further response.
Tame Me, Alpha Four Book 2:
Thankful to be home under lock and key, Kat braced herself
on one hip against the doorway to the kitchen and fought the urge to drool.
Chaos stood at the stove, his jeans settled on his perfectly–sculpted hipbones
and his light blue, crisp, cotton shirt draped over his lean torso, the sleeves
cuffed and resting just above his elbows. Unbuttoned to the fourth button – not
that she was counting – that lucky, lucky shirt rubbed his tanned, muscled
abdomen with his every movement.
As if his
body was not already stimulating enough, he was cooking.
Luckily, her clients had kept her busy all day at the spa.
Otherwise she just might have locked the door and had her wicked way with the
wild stallion. When they returned to her home approximately an hour ago, she’d
made a mad dash for the shower. Space was the best thing for them right now,
but she knew that was relatively impossible. Not with an unknown maniac on the
loose.
She gave a soft sigh. The man didn’t have an imperfection
anywhere on his body. And, although she didn’t know him all that well, she had
discovered he was a little softer under his armor than he would admit.
“Hungry?”
At the sound of his low, husky voice, she regretfully
moved her gaze from his enticing body into his mysterious green eyes, and
intercepted a look of what she interpreted as amusement.
“Starving,” she answered truthfully. “What did you find to
cook?”
“I managed to scrounge enough for an omelet and bacon.”
Her mouth watered and she didn’t know for sure if the
cause was his body or the smell of the food.
“Smells wonderful.”
She pushed herself off the wall and stepped into the
kitchen just as he turned away from the stove to face her. Her heart
flip–flopped in her chest and she grabbed the back of her kitchen chair to keep
from reaching for him.
He took two steps forward and then stopped. “Come here,
Kat.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
He stepped in front of the chair and reached to loosen her
left hand’s hold. As soon as he freed her fingers, he urged her forward until
she stood directly in front of him.
He tipped her chin with his free hand. “Yes, you do.”
Oh, she knew. She knew perfectly well what was about to
happen. She just hoped she could draw enough oxygen across her lungs to keep
from passing out.
“I do,” she whispered.
Milliseconds later, their lips met and her eyes fell
closed. Fireworks in vivid Technicolor exploded behind her eyelids and she
wallowed in the pure, wanton pleasure of kissing him. Warm, wet desire pulsed
between them. Desperate to feel more of the undisputed pleasure, she groaned
and leaned into him, smashing her lips harder against his.
A slight chill at her neck told her he had brushed her
hair back from her shoulder and soon she felt the warm touch of his fingers,
massaging the base of her neck. Pressure on her lower back followed and soon
their bodies aligned.
Goosebumps raced up her arms and over her shoulders as his
fingers continued to draw circles on her skin and his lips continued to play
havoc on hers. And just when she thought she’d die from the sheer pleasure of
it all, he opened his mouth over hers. She wasted no time in opening hers as
well and met his tongue with her own. Their tongues tangled in the heated
moment and then as if he couldn’t get enough of her, he opened his mouth wider,
his lips pressing impossibly harder against hers.
A whimper left her lips, a coded plea for more of his
domination. Flesh slid across flesh as their lips met in a mutually satisfying
dance.
And then something outside the ring of fire that
surrounded them intruded, threatening to penetrate and then spoil her ecstasy.
Lost in utter contentment, she hesitated in her assault on
his lips only because of the screaming sirens in the back of her mind. Hoping
she hadn’t really heard them, she pressed her mouth firmly back against his.
Much to her dismay, he suddenly pried their lips apart. It was then that her
brain fully comprehended the sound of the security alarm.
Watch Me, Alpha Four Book 3:
Carley
didn’t have to turn around to know the minute he stood behind her; her body
sensed his arrival. Her breasts tightened. Her stomach muscles fluttered. A
wave of heat crossed her chest, covering her skin in a nice red blush. She
turned to find a sexy smirk directed right at her. She worked hard to keep her
own tongue in her mouth, grateful when he extended a hand and spoke first.
“May
I have this dance, Miss Kensworth?”
She
paused for a brief moment to listen to the music and her heartbeat quickened
when she heard the slow, sexy beat. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to press her
body against his.
She
slid her hand into his and stood while she shot her grandmother a you-were-exactly-right
smirk.
“Of
course,” she told him.
As
soon as he held her in his arms and they swayed gently in time to the music,
all her stress and tension seemed to melt away. Wrapped in the strength of his
hold, she was content to stay there – music or not.
“I
see Remington made an appearance tonight.”
She
smiled, not surprised by his knowledge. Obviously, Nana’s observation was
accurate. “Yes, he’s still working on votes for the port.”
“Think
he’s made any progress?”
“Hard
to tell.” She shrugged. “Sometimes it can be difficult to distinguish between
honest interest and a polite brush-off.”
“Especially
with this crowd,” he agreed as he pulled her closer against him and then
whispered against the shell of her ear. “You look stunning.”
For
once she appreciated the stilettos that wrapped her feet. Although they weren’t
the most practical or comfortable footwear, at least they boosted her enough to
whisper into his ear.
“You
too.”
“I
had a personal shopper.”
She
grinned. Although his suit coat accented the impressive bulge of muscles
beneath and the cut of his slacks revealed the strength of his thighs and legs
as he moved, she would make only one change. She’d ditch the tie and unbutton
his shirt to the third – maybe fourth – button. She knew from experience that
would increase donations ten-fold. Unfortunately, this dinner was not a
fundraiser and it would only cause a female riot.
Darn.
“What
are you thinking?”
“How
to get you naked.”
She
pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from laughing out loud as he
stumbled in mid-step and then gently eased her back until his heated gaze met
hers.
“You’re
a beautiful tease.”
“Who
says I’m teasing?”
She
tilted her head to one side and waited for his response to her totally
spontaneous offer while several other couples danced around them. Intense heat
built in the small space between them and she wondered how long it would take
for either of them to combust.
He
finally smashed her back against him and tightened his hold on her hips.
“Later,” he mumbled.
“Pity.”
She released an exaggerated sigh. “There’s an empty closet just behind the
kitchen.”
His
hands moved to the small of her back and his fingers began to knead the muscles
beneath the bare skin there. Seconds seemed like hours while she waited for him
to accept or reject her not-so-subtle offer.
“Carley,”
he said finally in a soft, low tone. “Are you serious?”
A
slow smile split her lips as she took a step back and captured his gaze.
“Absolutely.”
“Go.” He released her abruptly. “Doubletime. I’ll only be
a few minutes behind.”
