Launch Party - Giveaway #3 - Angel Payne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome Angel Payne!

 

The W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces, Book 1”

Garrett Hawkins is the most valuable asset to his Special Forces unit—because frankly, the guy doesn’t care if he lives or dies anymore. Since the love of his life, Sage Weston, was kidnapped and killed with her medical unit a year ago, Garrett has turned the shell of his soul into the impenetrable armor of a finely-tuned fighting machine. Being the first tapped for the unit’s craziest missions is just fine by him. The less time for memories, and the agony they carve into his soul, the better.

It’s a plan that works—until one night, deep in the jungles of Thailand, Garrett’s world is upended when memories become stunning reality. The unit is called to rescue a group of kidnapped aid workers, only the head count on the retrieval is unexpectedly doubled. Sage and her teammates, believed dead, are very much alive. Only now that Sage is back in his arms, Garrett doesn’t know what to do. He has changed in dramatic and daunting ways, especially in the darker tastes of his passion. If he touches Sage again, he’ll want to claim her, restrain her…dominate her.

Is Sage’s love strong enough to let Garrett back in not only as her fiancé, but her Dominant? Can she trust that visiting the new shadows of his life will lead her to ecstasy and not ruin? Or can it be that Garrett’s discipline is exactly what her own soul needs to find its way back to life—and love—once again?

 

Here’s an excerpt for you that features Garrett and his best friend, Zeke Hayes, who’s the hero featured in my next W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces book, “Handcuffed By Her Hero!”

“Hawk! Damn you, man!”

Anger moved in on the grief. Thank fuck. Fortunately, nothing got Garrett more pissed off than Zeke’s mommy hen act. After rolling from the bed, he tugged on his briefs then stumbled across the room. The dirty light and traffic sounds beyond the thin shutters told him it was about midday. Or maybe his growling stomach did.

“Okay, why are your panties in a wad?” He glanced at Zeke after opening the door, the last of his grogginess obliterated by the neon Hawaiian print of his friend’s tacky tourist ensemble. Z’s khaki shorts were clearly on his timber log legs for one purpose: covering his sorry ass. Like anyone would notice the damn thing after getting blinded by the lime green and banana yellow shirt. “Don’t tell me you’re bored, with all of Bangkok out there for the taking. We don’t roll on this mission until nightfall. That gives you at least five hours to work your flogging arm and your kinky cock through a lot of cheap tail, my friend. I’ll bet the girls at Club Subjugate are missing you something fierce, Sir Zekie.”

“Sir Zekie. Aw. That’s cute, honey.” The guy busted into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. Zeke’s six-foot-six frame was only a couple of inches taller than Garrett’s, but the man’s mountainous build intensified the effect of his stature, especially in this room designed for people half his size. “As much as Chelsea and Chyna like my side-by-side spanking special, shit like that gets redundant by myself. You tried the fun-filled dungeon field trip once. Think you want to sign up this time?”

Garrett flopped on the bed again. His friend invoked an outing that wasn’t worth the breath. Yeah, he’d gone. Yeah, he’d tried it. Z had gotten him in a weak spot around the six-month mark after Sage’s death. He’d been desperate to forget the pain for a while, hoping “the magic of BDSM,” as Z called it, would help. More urgently, he’d been hoping to figure out the kinky-minded demon that crawled in the back of his imagination since—

Well, he knew since when. And that was a secret that would go with him to his grave. An occasion, God willing, that would come sooner than later.

Needless to say, he’d scratched the itch just fine that night. Or as truth would have it, hadn’t scratched. That part of things wasn’t such a state secret, which justified the response he tossed at his friend.

“You really think that offer’s relevant?”

Z shrugged. “Lots of water has passed under your bridge, dude. Maybe commanding a sweet little subbie will fire your rockets this time around.”

“No,” Garrett snapped, “it won’t.”

“Right. Because you’d rather stay here and just beat off after your wet dreams about Sage.”

“Fuck off.”

“It’s been over a year, Hawk.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fine.” Z pulled the faded Yankees cap off his head, revealing the miniature broadcasting station literally sewn inside it, before scrubbing a hand through his thick dark brown hair. “Turns out free time just got drastically cut, anyhow. That’s why I’m here collecting your sorry ass.”

He’d just cracked open a lukewarm soda and was about to take his first guzzle. He stopped the can halfway to his lips and shot a quizzical look across the room. “What do you mean, ‘cut?’”

Zeke dropped into the room’s sole chair and shrugged. “CENTCOMM received a line of new intel. Seems we’re gonna be more effective going in to rescue these girls as the bad-ass, uniformed machines we’ve been trained to be, instead of a bunch of American dorkgasms looking for some girl-next-door type pussy.” He stretched his tree trunk legs out, crossing them at the ankle on the foot of the bed. “So as soon as you get your ass dressed, we’re buggin’ back to the embassy. They’re gonna let us change, and get haircuts and shaves.” He scratched the scruff on his jaw. “Thank all that’s holy.”

Garrett cracked a dry smirk. “You sure it’s just not because you blew our cover with that shirt? Maybe somebody with half a brain looked at you, and realized no normal person, even a dorkgasm, would willingly dress in that.”

Z looked at his get-up with a frown. “What’s wrong with the shirt?”

“Oh c’mon. It’s hideous. It’s not yours, is it? Central gave it to you, right?”

“Yeah, uhhh, right.”

 

Buy Links

Amazon

All Romance eBooks

iTunes

Barnes & Noble

Smashwords

 

 

Author Bio

Hi there. I’m Angel: book lover, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and hopeless coffee addict.

I’ve been hooked on books since I was a kid, but it all got even worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances—the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer-type manliness surrounded me, certainly didn’t help to assuage the need for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed—though my path toward erotic romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets…backstage passes…that was sort of a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, and a very, very bad try at a Young Adult novel (don’t ask; it’s not pretty).

These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter and a crazy dog. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.

 

Contact Links

Website Thingie

Facebook

Twitter

Pinterest

 

Prize Info

Angel is offering numerous prizes for this givaway including a Swag bag of Angel Payne goodies, copy of the book in either print or e-book form, and a $10 Amazon GC. Just leave a meaningful comment below and fill out the rafflecopter to be entered. Winner will be chosen and contacted the week following the launchparty .

a Rafflecopter giveaway