Lovers' Kiss (Print)

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228 pages | Trade Paperback | 6x9"
Date of publication: 09/25/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-22-6
  • Model: 52260 words

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Heat Rating: 4 Flames

EPPIE2006

The Color of Love won this award as a stand-alone title.

 

Contemporary or near-futuristic settings and sexual encounters... Putting people in close quarters turns up the heat.

Grace Mallory owns a small but very profitable art gallery. Michael Justice is a spoiled artist, used to getting what he wants. This Christmas season, he wants Grace back in his life. A few little problems? He dumped her in a rather vicious fashion a year earlier. She's moved on to a new relationship with an annoyingly-perfect man. Oh... And, then there's the magical mood ring, telling Grace what she doesn't want to hear about her feelings.

A couple with a taste for sex in public make an unlikely ally aboard an old ocean liner.

In a future just around the corner, the United States is no longer united. Federalists and Free Nationalists are waging a second US Civil War, and the battle lines have been drawn. When Bainbridge Carter meets up with David Evans, his ex-best friend, to get the prototype of a weapon that will allow them to level the playing field, David reveals he has hidden the microchips necessary to control the rifle with Aurora, his wife, the woman both men have been in love with for the last 16 years, a woman trapped behind enemy lines with her daughter. It is up to Bain and the Free Nationalists to find the chips...and the woman who has them.

 

This anthology includes:

A Safe Heart

The Color of Love

Overtime Pay

May the Best Man Win

 

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"You just had to say it," Bainbridge Carter grumbled, shouldering David up. He ran for the waiting truck, sliding in the mud-filled gouges in the abandoned logging road. He rounded the body of the downed Federalist soldier with a sneer of disgust. Killing your former brothers-in-arms got a hell of a lot easier when you saw that uniform, he decided.

David Evans barked a harsh laugh, stumbling along. It was a half-mad sound Bain had heard from him many times, usually before or just after David did something insanely stupid. Only this time, he hadn't decided to balcony-dive into a hotel pool or surf in the back of a moving pick-up truck. This time, the damned fool had gotten himself shot.

"Chief Carter!"

He looked up at Samuels, shaking his head, at a loss for words. Bain hefted David into the back and scrambled up after him. Samuels shut them in, then jumped in the front and started them rolling, into the trees and toward safe territory.

As if anywhere is safe, these days.

The time to think about the war was later. They had more immediate problems, most of them caused by the illustrious David Evans.

Bain didn't waste time. He dragged David's shirt open, his jaw tensing at the damage beneath. "You fucking idiot," he whispered.

All David had to do was stay cool for two more minutes, and he would have survived. But David had always been about immediate gratification, impatience at its finest.

"Knew it would end this way," David rasped. He waved off Bain's move toward the medical kit. "Save it for someone who needs it. I'm done."

Bain nodded, settling into the shifting and swaying bed of the truck again. There was no saving David now, and they both knew it. Disconcerted, he pulled the rifle from his back and examined it.

All of this for a new weapon, one that would at least win them a stalemate, a solid line of defense in this insane conflict. He glanced at David out of the corner of his eye and away again, wondering, not for the first time, if any of it would be worth it in the end.

He fingered the gap in the stock in sick resignation. The specs said the control unit locked in place. He couldn't have dropped it. They couldn't have left it behind. His blood ran cold in the certainty that there was something very wrong here.

"Where's the control unit, David?" The rifle was useless without it, this entire set-up wasted.

David laughed harshly. He coughed, then panted in response to the pain. He pulled the unit from his pants pocket with blood-streaked fingers, passing it over.

Bain took it, his mind working hard at David's game. He met his former friend's eyes. "They would have found it," he mused. "Why would you remove..." Bain rolled the block of plastic in his hand, his mind kicking into high gear. "Something missing, David?"

David's smile was brittle and smacking of sarcasm. "Always were smart, weren't you, Bain?"

Not smart enough. That truth still stung.

"The chips..." He grimaced at a particularly bad bump on the logging road. "Accelerometer and gyroscope."

"Where are they?" Damn David's games! There was too much riding on this to play games. The lines wouldn't hold forever. They needed a superior weapon, not to advance but to hold the ground more effectively.

A tear welled up at the corner of David's eye. "I gave them to her."

Bain's heart pounded, and his mouth went dry. Ari. He'd wondered if he'd see her again when David contacted them. Her absence, when he'd reached the rendezvous point, had been both a relief and a disappointment.

"I hid them," David continued. "I told her...never to let them out of her sight."

Fury rose up, hard and fast.

Bain wanted to shake David until he killed what was left of his damned mind. "How could you?" he raged. There was too much at stake for this insanity.

"Now you have an incentive," David spat.

For Ari, I would have an incentive, anyway. Obviously, David had taken Bain's capitulation all those years ago for a loss of interest. "Where is she?" he managed evenly.

"They. It's a package deal, Bainbridge."

He nodded his understanding. David had always been more concerned about Lea than he'd been about Ari.

"On their way to Blue Top."

Bain's heart stuttered. "You sent her to Blue Top? Along the refugee trail? Into the middle of that mess? What were you thinking?" Had he ever thought something through...in his entire life?

"I didn't know." Misery made David appear decades older than he had moments before. "At the time... I didn't know what was brewing at Blue Top." The tear slid down David's cheekbone to his ear. "Promise me, Bain. I want to hear it."

He nodded, his breathing strangled. "If she's alive"

David glared at him.

"If they're alive," Bain amended, "I'll find them, David."

"They're alive." David's eyes slid shut. "They're alive. She'll take care of Lea for me. Make her promise."

Bain nodded, only marginally aware that David couldn't see it, his mind racing from one thought to the next.

Why would Ari have to promise that? Her caring for Lea was a given. Ari doted on her daughter...at least, she had the last time Bain saw them.

How am I supposed to find them in the center of hell? Any attempt at reaching the refugee camps that had formed in the mountains would have to come from the north and by land instead of air. A hell that's frozen over for most of the year.

Most of all, he wondered what would happen when he came face to face with Aurora Evans again. They hadn't parted on the best of terms. She'd made her choice, a choice Bain still couldn't understand, and the lesser man had taken the prize.

It was hours later, after Bain had turned David's body over, sometime during the debriefing, when Bain realized David had never once said his wife's name.

Authors:

Brenna Lyons
About Brenna Lyons:
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Brenna Lyons wears many hats, sometimes all on the same day: former president of EPIC, author of more than 100 published works, owner of Fireborn Publishing, columnist, special needs teacher, wife, mother...and member in good standing of more than 60 writing advocacy groups.

In her first ten years published in novel-length, she's won 3 EPIC e-Book Awards (out of 15 finalists) and finaled for 3 PEARLS (including one Honorable Mention, second to NY Times Bestseller Angela Knight), 2 CAPAS, and a Dream Realm Award. She's also taken Spinetingler's Book of the Year for 2007.

Brenna writes in 26 established worlds plus stand-alones, poetry, articles and essays. She's a bestseller in indie/e fantasy and horror, straight genre and cross-genres thereof. Brenna has been termed "one of the most deviant erotic minds in the publishing world… not for the weak." (Rachelle for Fallen Angels Reviews) Milieu-heavy dark work is practically Brenna's calling card, with or without the erotic content. She teaches classes in everything from POV studies to advanced editing, networking to marketing. Brenna enjoys hearing from people who read her work and can be reached by e-mail.

Website: http://www.brennalyons.com/

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