Cover Reveal: Hell Squad – Levi

My first cover reveal of 2018!

I am thrilled to share the cover for the upcoming Hell Squad book, Levi.

Take one cocky, bad boy berserker, one fiery, confident mechanic, and a dangerous sabotage mission to fight the invading aliens…and you’ll get lots of fighting, fireworks, and a scorching hot romance.

To celebrate the cover reveal, I am giving away two signed Hell Squad paperbacks to two lucky winners! To enter, scroll down below.

Hell Squad: Levi
Release Date: Tuesday January 30th

Cover art by the awesome Melody Simmons

Excerpt from Hell Squad: Ash featuring Levi and Chrissy

Shit. Levi strode down the corridor leading away from the infirmary. Seeing his friend so torn up had left him feeling shaken. He was glad as hell that Marin was going to be okay.

That meant Ash was going to be okay, too.

There was no better man than Ash Connors. The guy deserved love, a pretty woman, a sweet, easy life. He deserved it all.

God, it was something else to see his best buddy in love with a woman. Levi wouldn’t have picked Marin for Ash, but he’d have been wrong. She really suited him. Opened up things in Ash that he’d ignored or kept choked off for a long time.

Levi stopped and leaned against the wall. Thankfully, the corridor was empty.

Levi had been married once. He’d made the tragic error of mistaking hot sex with a gorgeous biker babe for…more. Tiffany had been fun, and they’d burned up the sheets. Things had been sweet for a while.

Then things had gotten tough at the Iron Kings, and Levi had needed to focus on pulling the club over from the wrong fucking side of the law.

She’d resented the time he’d devoted to his club, had been jealous of Ash and his other brothers. She’d started plowing through his money, partying all the damn time, and then she’d started snorting shit up her nose.

God, the bitch had gotten nasty after that, and the fact that Levi had a temper and not a whole lot of patience for bullshit hadn’t helped. He’d put up with her far longer than he should have…until all her scratching and snarling had made him hate her.

With a shake of his head, he headed down the tunnel. It had been a full-on day, and he didn’t need to add the shit from the past to it. He needed a drink and something to take his mind off things.

He rounded the corner and slammed into someone heading the opposite direction.

Someone with auburn-red hair.

Chrissy stepped back and rolled her eyes. “You’re like a bad smell.”

“Not in the mood, Spitfire.”

Her gaze skated over him, taking in his blood-stained, gore-splattered fatigues. Her face changed. “You were fighting the raptors. Are you okay?”

“I’m alive. Nothing a drink and a blow job won’t fix.”

Her mouth turned pinched. “You’re such an asshole.”

God, that sassy mouth of hers tempted him. His gaze dropped to her full lips. She had some sort of gloss on them, a faint pink color. All too easily, he could picture that mouth on his cock, her pretty lips stretched wide. She wouldn’t get on her knees. She’d be above him, swallowing him deep, and letting him taste that pretty, little—

“Hey.” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “You in there, biker man?”

He blinked. “Yeah.”

“You might want to shower before you proposition a woman to suck your cock. You really don’t smell so good.”

He arched a brow, his gut going tight. “You volunteering?”

She made a big show of looking both directions up and down the corridor.

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

“Nope. No flying pigs today.” She smiled sweetly. “Guess you’re out of luck. Sorry.”

“I see the way you look at me, Spitfire.” He stepped closer, expecting her to step back.

But Chrissy didn’t back up. She held her ground until they were pressed together.

“I look at lots of things that I know aren’t good for me,” she said. “But I have this funny thing called self-control.”

He touched a strand of her auburn hair. It was soft and shiny. “I’ll give you a ride you won’t forget.”

“God, you are a grade-A asshole. Sorry, I like a little civilized wooing before I drop my panties.”

The thought of her shimmying her panties down her long legs had his cock surging against his trousers. He leaned down. “I bet I could have you begging for my cock in just a few minutes.”

Something flashed through her eyes. Then she shocked him by reaching out and grabbing his cock through his trousers.

Shit. Levi swallowed a groan. Instantly, he hardened.

She fondled him, then tilted her head. “Nope. I don’t think this is worth begging for.” She released him and stepped back. “Besides, I’ve had a better offer.”

Levi narrowed his gaze. He rarely chased a woman. He had no need to. But something about this one set him aflame.

Suddenly, a small voice spoke from behind him. “Hey, Chrissy. You ready?”

Levi looked over his shoulder and saw a young boy watching them, curiosity in his eyes.

“Hey, Max.” Chrissy hurried over to the boy and leaned down to give him a hug. “You okay after the attack?”

He nodded. “It was scary. Ruby, my foster sister, cried, but I didn’t. I was brave and gave her a cuddle.”

Chrissy stood, sliding an arm around him. “I’m proud of you. It’s normal to be afraid, but to help someone else, that’s being a true hero.” Her gaze met Levi’s over the boy’s head.

Max looked at Levi, his gaze dropping to Levi’s tattoos. “You’re a berserker.”

“Yeah.” Levi lifted his chin.

“I saw the berserkers fighting when Chrissy and me were rescued from the aliens.”

Chrissy shifted. “Max, remember that it’s—”

“Chrissy and I,” the boy said with exaggerated patience. He looked up at the woman. “She kept me safe, and I kept her safe.”

She squeezed the boy. “We sure did.”

“The berserkers are heroes, too.”

A poorly-hidden grimace crossed Chrissy’s face. “All the squads are heroes. Come on, let’s go get that ice cream I promised you.”

She turned the boy and they headed down the corridor. She didn’t look back at Levi.

Levi blew out a breath. He really needed that drink. As for the blow job…it appeared that there was only one set of lips that he wanted, now.

And one specific shade of hair that he wanted spread out on his pillow.

Levi Cover Reveal Giveaway

To celebrate the cover reveal of Hell Squad: Levi, I’m giving away two signed Hell Squad paperbacks to TWO individual winners.

Open internationally and closes on Tuesday 23rd Jan. Winners notified by email by 26th Jan. You DO NOT have to use every option below to enter. Just select the one(s) you prefer to do.

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Cover Reveal – Hell Squad: Ash

Welcome back to Hell Squad!

It is time for another berserker to take the fall, and we have handsome, inked former biker, Ash Connors, and a certain tech geek, gamer heroine coming up.

I am also SO THRILLED to be able to unveil a new piece of custom Hell Squad artwork by artist MyCKs. This art was commissioned by Hell Squad super fan Karen A. and features Hell Squad’s Claudia and Shaw. It is *so* great!

To celebrate Ash’s cover reveal I have a giveaway of a print and trading cards of the Claudia and Shaw artwork. Scroll right down to the bottom to enter.

Hell Squad: Ash
Release Date: October 3rd

Cover art by the awesome Melody Simmons

Excerpt from Hell Squad: Hemi featuring Ash

Ash Connors carried the bag of alien data cubes down the corridor leading to the tech lab.

Most people would be heading to the dining room for dinner, but he knew one of the geeks would still be in the lab, tinkering with something or hunched over a comp screen. He was in desperate need of a shower. He was still in his armor and covered in alien fluid, sweat, and blood, but he wanted to deliver these cubes first.

God, he was tired. He was weary down to his bones. Most days, it felt like they were always fighting. Ash had never been averse to wading into a fight—when he’d been a kid raised by a rough biker dad, when he’d been Levi’s second-in-command of the Iron Kings, or as a berserker fighting invading aliens.

But right now, tired, aching, and smelling like alien shit, it was hard to remember why he was fighting.

He kicked open the door. A woman jerked in her chair and spun around, blonde curls bobbing.

“Sorry,” he grunted.

Her gaze slid over him, her eyes widening. “Uh…hi.”

He lifted his chin and moved over to a long bench. He upended the bag and cubes dropped down onto the surface.

“Watch out!” The blonde rushed over, nudging him out of the way. “This is delicate equipment here. And you shouldn’t be tossing the cubes around. You might break them.”

Her snarky tone was somewhere between scolding teacher and pissed-off woman. Ash looked down at the top of her head. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had told him off.

Usually, they got all breathy and fluttered their eyelashes. Or they were fellow soldiers talking in no-nonsense words.

The woman righted the cubes with small hands. She was pretty short compared to him.

“Thought you’d want these right away,” he said.

She glanced up at him with annoyed, clear blue eyes. Then she clearly realized her nose was an inch from his blood-splattered armor, and she backed up a step.

She was cute. Ash had always had a thing for cute.

“Thanks,” she mumbled reluctantly. “Where did you find them?”

“In an underground creeper breeding ground we just blew sky-high.”

Those eyes widened again. But there was no fear or shock, just intelligence and interest. “Wow.” She picked up one of the cubes, turning it over.

And then it was like he didn’t exist. She stared at the cube, and then snatched up another one. It looked like she’d forgotten he was even in the room.

Ash wasn’t used to that, either. He knew he was attractive. Ever since he’d hit puberty, the opposite sex had been interested, starting with a much older cheerleader who’d divested him of his virginity. He was used to women showing him attention.

But this little tech geek seemed oblivious, and he didn’t like that. He moved closer, crowding into her space, and instantly he smelled her. Fresh, clean woman, with a hint of something that made him think of a bunch of sunny flowers.

“We’ll see what we can get off them.” She went still and scowled at him. “You’re too close.”

“I’m not touching you.”

“That’s not the point.” She shot daggers at him. “It’s good manners not to invade someone’s personal space.”

He smiled at her. “Manners aren’t really my thing.”

Her gaze dropped to his lips and she blinked. Then she slid sideways between Ash and the bench to reach her comp. She clicked the data cube into a small cradle.

Information flickered up on the screen. She leaned forward. “Cool. My raptor isn’t that great, but this looks like creeper info. Noah and the others will love this.”

Yep, she’d forgotten he was there again. Luckily, Ash had a pretty healthy ego. He let his gaze slide down her figure. She was wearing a long, flannel shirt over jeans, which made it hard to tell much about what she looked like underneath. But as she leaned over, the shirt hiked up enough for him to note a curvy little ass encased in denim.

He watched as her slim fingers flew across the keyboard and tapped on the screen.

“It has some heavy-duty encryption on parts of the data.” She muttered under her breath. “You can’t keep me out…gotcha!” She stepped back and wiggled her hips in a little victory dance. Then she realized he was still there, and stiffened.

He smiled. Her face was flushed, satisfaction sparkling in her eyes.

“Oh,” she said. “Are you still here?”

He folded his arms over his chest. “Yep.”

Her gaze skated over his arms. He and the rest of his squad rarely wore armor on their arms. She lingered on his tattoos for a long moment, before jerking her attention back to the comp screen.

His cute little geek was noticing him now.

She cleared her throat and touched a key. The alien information disappeared. An image from a computer game blinked onto the screen. A squad of armored soldiers appeared to be fighting their way through monsters.

“You play Pre-Emptive Strike?” he asked.

“A lot of people in the base do.” She hunched her shoulders. “Is this where you ridicule me, and all the other nerds?”

“No.”

She eyed him warily. “I’m sure a badass soldier like you doesn’t play war games.”

Ash raised a hand and pointed to the carbine on his shoulder. “I’ve got the real thing.”

She swallowed, and he watched her slim throat work. “Right.”

He leaned down and lowered his voice. “But you’d be surprised what games a badass soldier like me enjoys playing.”

She stared at him, her lips parting.

He smiled at her. Yep, she was cute as hell. He watched her gaze slide down to his lips. “Good night, Marin.”

Now her gaze jerked up to his. “You know my name?”

Ash smiled again and turned. As he headed out of the tech lab, he didn’t feel so tired anymore. Apparently, teasing Marin Mitchell was more energizing than a hot shower and a beer.

Hell Squad Claudia and Shaw Art Reveal

A huge thank you to reader Karen A. for making this happen! I can’t wait to frame my original of the painting.

 

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I’ve already pre-ordered mine. There are some amazing authors in here.

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 Claudia and Shaw Artwork Giveaway

***Congratulations to the winners (who have all been emailed) – Natasha H won the print and the trading card winners: Melissa S, Debbie P-E, Terry Z, Nancy C and KJ V-H!***

To celebrate the cover reveal of Ash, I’m giving away a 8×10 print of Claudia and Shaw (one winner), and 5 trading cards (five winners).

Please note: artwork is custom ordered from the artist and may take several weeks for delivery. Open internationally and closes on Sunday 24th Sept. Winners notified by email by 28th Sept.

You DO NOT have to use every option below to enter. Just select the one(s) you prefer to do.

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Ready to meet the Squad Three berserkers?

The first of the berserker bad boys, Hell Squad: Hemi, is coming on Tuesday the 30th! Can’t wait to share Hemi and Cam with you. While we wait, I thought we should get to know the berserkers a little better.

Hell Squad: Hemi Cover Reveal

The countdown is on to the release of the next Hell Squad book! It is time for our rough, tough berserker, Hemi Rahia, to capture the woman who keeps running from him.

And to celebrate Hemi’s cover reveal I have a signed Hell Squad paperback giveaway! Scroll down to the bottom to enter.

Hell Squad: Hemi Cover Reveal
Release Date: May 30th

Science Fiction Romance Cover

 

Excerpt from Hell Squad: Theron featuring Hemi

Hemi Rahia fired his carbine, his focus on taking down the aliens.

Fucking Gizzida. The bastards had invaded the world, and killed and destroyed millions. He had zero issues mowing them down.

He yanked a grenade off his belt and lobbed it into a group of approaching raptors. He grinned. As flames erupted, his squad fanned out around him, firing at the aliens.

They were the toughest sons of bitches he’d ever fought with, and he was proud to stand with them.

“Think I’m going to have this year’s quota for the most kills,” Levi called out. The former biker, aimed his carbine, taking down two raptors in quick succession.

Hemi snorted and yanked his shotgun off his back. “You wish, King.” A raptor charged at Hemi with a roar, and Hemi pumped the weapon, then shot the alien in the gut.

“Incoming!” Tane yelled.

A raptor grenade bounced between them—an ugly, black device covered in spikes. Hemi and his squad mates dived out of the way.

He hit the ground and rolled, just as flames exploded behind him. He came to his feet and realized he’d been separated from the other guys.

Several raptors were moving in to surround him.

He pumped the shotgun. “Bring it on, assholes.” He shot the nearest raptor, the boom echoing around him.

A huge-ass creeper skittered closer and let out a screech. Damn thing was so ugly. He pumped the shotgun again.

Suddenly, laser fire sprayed the beast, cutting it down.

Hemi looked up and saw the Darkswift shoot past.

“Looked like you needed some help.” The smug female voice came through his earpiece.

“Baby, I was doing just fine, but I know you can’t stay away from me.”

He easily pictured Cam’s long, lean body settled in the Darkswift, and he easily pictured her nose scrunching from his comment. He waited for her snarky response.

A half snort, half laugh crossed the comm line and he realized Cam’s partner, Taylor, was on the line as well.

“Keep dreaming, Rahia.” Cam’s tone was sharp.

Ah, there it was. It was really sick, he knew, but he loved when she tossed that attitude his way.

He paused to shoot another raptor, and headed back toward his squad. “I’ve got plenty of dreams, Cam.” He lowered his voice. “And you star in all of them.” And it was about damn time she quit running and he made them more than just dreams.

A humming silence.

He grinned. Yeah, he loved poking at her and seeing her flares of passion and temper.

“Rahia, if you think—”

He cut her off. “It’s New Year’s Eve soon.” He kicked a dying raptor out of his way. “There’s a big party planned and at the stroke of twelve, I’ll find you.”

“Oh?” A slow, unconcerned drawl.

“The kiss at midnight is all mine.” You’re all mine. It was a promise.

“Keep dreaming, Rahia,” she snapped.

As more raptors converged, he swung his weapon around. Oh, he would. And he had every intention of making his dreams come true.

I am also squeeing with excitement to announce that the first two books of Galactic Gladiators are now available as audiobooks. The oh-so-brilliant narrator, Vivienne Leheny, has done an amazing job with not just the voices of the characters but also giving us the emotion of the series. Come take a listen to the alien world of Carthago.

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Hell Squad Paperback Giveaway

To celebrate the cover reveal of Hemi, I’m giving away some signed Hell Squad paperbacks. Three winners will get to choose a Hell Squad paperback from what I have lying around in my office! Open internationally and closes on Friday.

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Hell Squad Trading Cards

Hell Squad Trading Card Giveaway Winners

I am thrilled to announce that the lucky winners of the trading cards are:

  • Terri K
  • Lauryn
  • Jennifer B
  • Tracey P
  • Stephanie P

Thanks to everyone who entered. If you didn’t win and need a set of cards for yourself (quite a few people have already informed me of this!) you are in luck! The amazing artist of the cards, MyCKs, has made the cards available in her Etsy store.

And while you’re there, you should take a look at all her amazing sumi-style artwork. Mr. H is the proud owner of a set of Star Wars sumi prints! Her work is simply amazing.

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MyCKs Hell Squad Cards

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Hell Squad Fan Art

I’ll be finishing off Hell Squad Week with one last amazing custom picture. This fan art was done by a Hell Squad fan, Lyn Taylor! It is called Heading Home.

Now, Lyn isn’t just an awesome reader who dabbles in design and art, she is in fact the cover artist and photographic illustrator at Lyn Taylor Designs. You can check out more of her awesome work at her website.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed Hell Squad Week! I have had a blast. Hell Squad: Theron will be out in just over a week! Stay tuned for some teasers on my Facebook page next week.

Hell Squad: Theron

Release Date: May 2nd

Hell Squad Sci-fi Romance

Excerpt from Hell Squad: Devlin (featuring Theron)

(Warning: Sexy scene ahead!)

Theron hated parties. There were too many people doing too much talking.

He took a long drag of his beer and watched everyone rushing toward Santha. Doc Emerson whisked her out of the Garden, a frantic-looking Cruz at her side.

Theron suspected the man would have looked calmer if he was heading off to face ten raptor patrols. Marcus and Elle followed, trying to calm Cruz.

Somewhere behind Theron, music started. He scowled. Music meant people would start dancing soon. He hated dancing.

Restless, he took another sip of homebrewed beer. He felt an edginess riding him, a feeling that had been growing in him for months.

What he needed was a good fuck. It’d been too long since he’d plowed himself inside a woman, and after the wild fight two weeks ago, the raptors had been quiet. He hadn’t even been able to work this gnawing frustration out in a good fight. His hands tightened on his bottle. He needed…something.

But he had certain tastes, and he hadn’t found anyone here who really suited him.

But he knew what he wanted. Or, rather, who he wanted.

His eyes tracked over the crowd and settled on her.

He shouldn’t want her, for a lot of different reasons. But the main one was that she was pretty and kind and sweet. If she knew the dark little fantasies he jacked off to about her in the middle of the night, she’d freak out.

Feeling even more unsettled, Theron slammed his glass down and headed out of the Garden. He couldn’t handle the party anymore. As he walked through the tunnels back toward his room, his skin burned, need rising in him like a hungry beast.

He’d watched Marcus claim his woman, he’d seen the way Taylor and Devlin looked at each other, not to mention Roth and Avery. Everyone was pairing up, but Theron knew he’d never find a woman who was a perfect fit for him.

The tunnels were thankfully empty, with everyone up at the party, so no one was around to see the thunderclouds on his face.

He slammed into his room, the need brewing in his veins—the need that had been growing for months—was starting to bubble over.

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In the center of the room, he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Instantly, he started stroking himself.

And he imagined Sienna.

He groaned, his hand moving faster, rougher.

His friend. His squad mate. He’d denied it, ignored it, fantasized about it.

Nothing had worked. Right now, he imagined her sinking to her knees in front of him. Ready to do whatever he wanted. Whatever he ordered.

Another groan tore from his throat. His impending orgasm was coiling at the base of his spine. A few more hard pulls, and he came with a harsh cry. “Sienna.”

Chest heaving like bellows, he hissed air in and out.

A noise. Near the door.

He turned his head.

The door was ajar, but there was no one there.

He sighed, stuffing himself back into his trousers. He moved to the door and closed it, that wired, hungry feeling already coming back again. He’d barely taken the edge off.

He knew he’d better clean up and get back to the party before he was missed. His squad members were nothing, if not persistent. They’d hunt him down and drag him back.

It was time to get back to controlling his desires, denying himself the woman he wanted most.