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  • sloan_mcbride98
    [Hi All... I ve been gone for a long while, but I m finally back. You don t know how I ve missed being on all the loops. I had to take a huge break because I
    Message 1 of 2 , Nov 3, 2008
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      [Hi All...
      I've been gone for a long while, but I'm finally back.  You don't know how I've missed being on all the loops.  I had to take a huge break because I chaired the haunted house for the 8th graders this year and whew, let me tell you, it's a chore....;)

      Anyway, I'M BACK with great news....."The Fury", Book One of My Time Walker Series, was released on October 28, 2008 at Samhain Publishing, http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/the-fury.

      BLURB: 

      From the Heavens comes a hero who will take your breath away.

      Reese Whittaker dreams of falling for a man who shares her love of archeology and ancient civilizations. But being attacked by a horde of demons and rescued by a Sumerian God—a well-armed, gorgeous Sumerian God—opens up a whole new world she never knew existed. And awakens a mysterious power within her that attracts all kinds of supernatural attention.

      Dagan, son of the Air-God Enlil and a Time Walker, is sworn to protect the human race in general, and one young woman in particular—Reese. He's not the only one mysteriously attracted to her powerful life force. Underworld leader Kur craves it for the untold power it will give him to strike a blow at the deities of Dilmun.

      Dagan is forbidden by law from interacting with Reese, but from the moment he sees her, the fury—an intense sexual need for bonding—blinds him to all the rules. Should the pantheon discover he has fallen for a human, the punishment could mean suffering beyond imagining for him…and death for her.


      EXCERPT: 

      The weather broke and a blanket of snow fell hard from the dismal clouds.  Through random flakes, Reese Whittaker thought she saw two shadows by the building up ahead, but when she blinked, they disappeared.  An eerie chill snaked up her spine.

      She'd just left her archeology team at The Bistro.  The back street had a couple of food places crowded with patrons and an occasional car drove by looking for a good parking spot.  Music drifted from the pub on the corner every time someone opened the door, and two winos on the stoop were having a heated debate about fish.   

      She stopped at the corner before crossing the street.  Even though this wasn't the hub of the city, Friday night brought out its share of party-goers and drunks, those who would not be paying attention to a lone woman stepping into the street.   

      Something buzzed past her ear and the speed limit sign next to her pinged, as if being hit with a rock.  Before she could react, a large male body flew through the air and tackled her to the ground.

      Reese couldn't breathe.  Every rock-hard inch of him pressed against her.  She struggled, but her arms were held tight by his well-muscled chest.  Was she being mugged?  Would he waste time lying on top of her if he were a purse snatcher?  Oh,God!  Maybe he'd drag her behind the nearest dumpster and rape her, then leave her lying in the garbage ravaged or dead.  

      With a rush of adrenaline, she vowed she wouldn't go down without a fight.  "Get off me!"  She tried to scream but couldn't suck enough air into her lungs with him lying on top of her. 

      "Are you hurt?"  His deep voice whispered softly in her ear.

      Was he kidding?  "A total stranger jumped on me and is crushing me into the cold pavement," she managed in staccato breaths.

      His stubble scratched her cheek as he turned to look back the way she'd come from.  Wicked chills congaed up her body.

      She struggled again.  "Get the hell off me!"

      His jaw clenched as if he were warring with himself.  Deftly jumping to his feet, he held out a hand to help her up.  She grabbed it and he jerked her flush against his body with hard impact.  Reese immediately stepped back but he still held her wrist.  He reached down and picked up something from the street to examine it. 

      "Excuse me," she said, jerking the wrist still in his grasp. 

      He ignored her.

      Mr. Personality was tall, at least six-four, dressed in black jeans, a black turtleneck and a leather duster that barely reached his calves.  He had a strong jaw and high cheekbones.  In the dark, she couldn't tell what color his eyes were, but his body was lithe, solid muscle.  He had a wild, dangerous look like Mel Gibson in the first Lethal Weapon movie.

      "What is that?"  She leaned closer to get a better look.

      The stranger held some kind of dart between his fingers.  "This is a melari."

      "A melari?"

      Her attacker gritted his teeth and shoved the object in his pocket.  "Come on," he mumbled and started across the street, dragging her with him.

      "Let me go," she yelled and tried to disengage her wrist from his grip.  She raised her foot to kick him, but he side-stepped it, and she almost toppled over because he kept moving.

      "Stop fighting me, woman, unless you want to die."

      That statement hit her like arctic water on a winter day.  "Don't hurt me," she pleaded.

      He stopped and glared at her.  "I am not going to hurt you.  I am here to protect you."

      He had a funny way of showing it.  "Protect me from what?"

      Exasperation laced his sigh.  "From the death squad that's after you."  He pulled the dart from his pocket and waved it in front of her face.  "What do you think this is for?"

      She narrowed her gaze on him.  A hormonal surge of courage pumped through her veins.  "I don't know what that is, but the only thing I've seen threatening around here is you."  She couldn't be sure but she thought she heard him growl. 

      An aura of danger surrounded him.  He moved like a graceful predator, and oozed raw sexuality.  Her mouth suddenly went dry at that thought.  She needed to find a way to get away from this he-man.  Her attacker palmed the object and hid it away. 

      The sound of a car backfiring jolted her.  He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her behind him.  "Shit," the stranger said and touched his hand to his shoulder.  "Which one is your vehicle?"    

      Reese saw blood seeping into his coat.  No dart caused that wound, someone was shooting bullets at them. 

      Another gunshot pierced the night and shattered the window of a nearby car. 

      She screamed. 

      The stranger turned to her.  "Which one, dammit?"

      "That blue one there."  She pointed to her Chevy Malibu.

      Courage and strength poured from him along with his blood.  They ran for her car, with him right on her heels.  He grabbed the keys out of her hand.  "Get in."

      "Hey!" she protested, until a dart whizzed very close, banging into the car door.

      Without another word, Reese scrambled into the passenger side as he revved the engine to life.  The minute she was in, he slammed his foot down on the gas and sped away.

       

       
       
      SLOAN MCBRIDE
      ~~Love Spans All Time~~
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      THE FURY ~~ New Release Now Available at Samhain Publishing
      HIGHLAND STONE ~~ Debut Novel
      Now Available at New Concepts Publishing
      TOGETHER IN DARKNESS ~~ Now Available at New Concepts Publishing
    • sloan_mcbride98
      [Hi All... I ve been gone for a long while, but I m finally back. You don t know how I ve missed being on all the loops. I had to take a huge break because I
      Message 2 of 2 , Nov 3, 2008
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        [Hi All...
        I've been gone for a long while, but I'm finally back.  You don't know how I've missed being on all the loops.  I had to take a huge break because I chaired the haunted house for the 8th graders this year and whew, let me tell you, it's a chore....;)

        Anyway, I'M BACK with great news....."The Fury", Book One of My Time Walker Series, was released on October 28, 2008 at Samhain Publishing, http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/the-fury.

        BLURB: 

        From the Heavens comes a hero who will take your breath away.

        Reese Whittaker dreams of falling for a man who shares her love of archeology and ancient civilizations. But being attacked by a horde of demons and rescued by a Sumerian God—a well-armed, gorgeous Sumerian God—opens up a whole new world she never knew existed. And awakens a mysterious power within her that attracts all kinds of supernatural attention.

        Dagan, son of the Air-God Enlil and a Time Walker, is sworn to protect the human race in general, and one young woman in particular—Reese. He's not the only one mysteriously attracted to her powerful life force. Underworld leader Kur craves it for the untold power it will give him to strike a blow at the deities of Dilmun.

        Dagan is forbidden by law from interacting with Reese, but from the moment he sees her, the fury—an intense sexual need for bonding—blinds him to all the rules. Should the pantheon discover he has fallen for a human, the punishment could mean suffering beyond imagining for him…and death for her.


        EXCERPT: 

        The weather broke and a blanket of snow fell hard from the dismal clouds.  Through random flakes, Reese Whittaker thought she saw two shadows by the building up ahead, but when she blinked, they disappeared.  An eerie chill snaked up her spine.

        She'd just left her archeology team at The Bistro.  The back street had a couple of food places crowded with patrons and an occasional car drove by looking for a good parking spot.  Music drifted from the pub on the corner every time someone opened the door, and two winos on the stoop were having a heated debate about fish.   

        She stopped at the corner before crossing the street.  Even though this wasn't the hub of the city, Friday night brought out its share of party-goers and drunks, those who would not be paying attention to a lone woman stepping into the street.   

        Something buzzed past her ear and the speed limit sign next to her pinged, as if being hit with a rock.  Before she could react, a large male body flew through the air and tackled her to the ground.

        Reese couldn't breathe.  Every rock-hard inch of him pressed against her.  She struggled, but her arms were held tight by his well-muscled chest.  Was she being mugged?  Would he waste time lying on top of her if he were a purse snatcher?  Oh,God!  Maybe he'd drag her behind the nearest dumpster and rape her, then leave her lying in the garbage ravaged or dead.  

        With a rush of adrenaline, she vowed she wouldn't go down without a fight.  "Get off me!"  She tried to scream but couldn't suck enough air into her lungs with him lying on top of her. 

        "Are you hurt?"  His deep voice whispered softly in her ear.

        Was he kidding?  "A total stranger jumped on me and is crushing me into the cold pavement," she managed in staccato breaths.

        His stubble scratched her cheek as he turned to look back the way she'd come from.  Wicked chills congaed up her body.

        She struggled again.  "Get the hell off me!"

        His jaw clenched as if he were warring with himself.  Deftly jumping to his feet, he held out a hand to help her up.  She grabbed it and he jerked her flush against his body with hard impact.  Reese immediately stepped back but he still held her wrist.  He reached down and picked up something from the street to examine it. 

        "Excuse me," she said, jerking the wrist still in his grasp. 

        He ignored her.

        Mr. Personality was tall, at least six-four, dressed in black jeans, a black turtleneck and a leather duster that barely reached his calves.  He had a strong jaw and high cheekbones.  In the dark, she couldn't tell what color his eyes were, but his body was lithe, solid muscle.  He had a wild, dangerous look like Mel Gibson in the first Lethal Weapon movie.

        "What is that?"  She leaned closer to get a better look.

        The stranger held some kind of dart between his fingers.  "This is a melari."

        "A melari?"

        Her attacker gritted his teeth and shoved the object in his pocket.  "Come on," he mumbled and started across the street, dragging her with him.

        "Let me go," she yelled and tried to disengage her wrist from his grip.  She raised her foot to kick him, but he side-stepped it, and she almost toppled over because he kept moving.

        "Stop fighting me, woman, unless you want to die."

        That statement hit her like arctic water on a winter day.  "Don't hurt me," she pleaded.

        He stopped and glared at her.  "I am not going to hurt you.  I am here to protect you."

        He had a funny way of showing it.  "Protect me from what?"

        Exasperation laced his sigh.  "From the death squad that's after you."  He pulled the dart from his pocket and waved it in front of her face.  "What do you think this is for?"

        She narrowed her gaze on him.  A hormonal surge of courage pumped through her veins.  "I don't know what that is, but the only thing I've seen threatening around here is you."  She couldn't be sure but she thought she heard him growl. 

        An aura of danger surrounded him.  He moved like a graceful predator, and oozed raw sexuality.  Her mouth suddenly went dry at that thought.  She needed to find a way to get away from this he-man.  Her attacker palmed the object and hid it away. 

        The sound of a car backfiring jolted her.  He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her behind him.  "Shit," the stranger said and touched his hand to his shoulder.  "Which one is your vehicle?"    

        Reese saw blood seeping into his coat.  No dart caused that wound, someone was shooting bullets at them. 

        Another gunshot pierced the night and shattered the window of a nearby car. 

        She screamed. 

        The stranger turned to her.  "Which one, dammit?"

        "That blue one there."  She pointed to her Chevy Malibu.

        Courage and strength poured from him along with his blood.  They ran for her car, with him right on her heels.  He grabbed the keys out of her hand.  "Get in."

        "Hey!" she protested, until a dart whizzed very close, banging into the car door.

        Without another word, Reese scrambled into the passenger side as he revved the engine to life.  The minute she was in, he slammed his foot down on the gas and sped away.

         

         
         
        SLOAN MCBRIDE
        ~~Love Spans All Time~~
        www.sloanmcbride.com

        http://www.myspace.com/sloan_mcbride

        Join my newsletter at:  http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SloanMcBrideNewsletter/join

        THE FURY ~~ New Release Now Available at Samhain Publishing
        HIGHLAND STONE ~~ Debut Novel
        Now Available at New Concepts Publishing
        TOGETHER IN DARKNESS ~~ Now Available at New Concepts Publishing
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