The weather outside is frightful…Not really but the Christmas Box Set is here

Its still warmish outside but I live in Central Florida so that is kinda expected. I have lived here almost thirty years and the coldest we got was 31 degrees so I think we will be okay, LOL. Regardless, I adore all things Christmas, yeah I am a sucker for anything pumpkin. I can see the shudder of some readers as the look over that statement.

Anyway, as usual I am writing Christmas stories,. What can I say? They give me life and are so much fun to write. This year I am going with 2 books…(insert Duh, duh duh here) Joy and Toy.

Holiday Boxset

Joy is part of the Sexy Holiday Delights Box set releasing Nov 3rd. Her book introduces you to the world of Shakers Gentlemen’s Club and you haven’t met an owner like her. Here is a a taste of Joy.

Excerpt ~

“Really, I seem to remember a certain white boy straight off the bus, eighteen and still wet behind the ears walking into my club fourteen years ago looking for work.” Joy combed her fingers through his deep red strands.

“You have no idea how glad I am that a certain, very sexy, older woman with skin the color of rich toffee, decided to take me in.” He turned is deep green gaze on her and traced his finger down her nose. “You know I am a sucker for sweets.”

“Remind me I’m a cougar.” She groused before grinning.

“It wasn’t a complaint, and ten years isn’t that much older.”

“It’s too late to try and make me feel better.”

“You know watching you drop that ass gave me an instant erection.” He smacked her behind before sliding off the stool easing away from her. “Like your dancers, my bouncers will be stomping in here soon to collect their wages.” Royce rolled his shoulders. “I want to talk to a few of them about that incident last night.”

“You need to, I was a little annoyed and we both know that ain’t a good thing. And watch yourself, I’m still the boss.” She winked. “Respect this ass.”

And that’s not all! Enjoy other Christmas hotness from some awesome authors. !0 stories to heat up your days or nights during the long winter season. LOL, even if you live in Florida.

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Asian Persuasion – The challenge of writing a book with K-drama elements.


I love, love, LOVE K-Dramas. So much so that I would agonize over how to write like the shows enjoy. I wanted to create a book where the reader gets lost in the story, yells and groans with joy or anger and possibly disbelief at the words I’ve written.  Not to mention the romance and heat that can come with a well created story. I watched and plotted, always searching for a twist and keywords that signified Korean Drama.

Asian Persuasion – The Beginning and The Ending is my hope that I nailed the roiling emotions I feel whenever I watch drama in a book.

Welcome to Sugar Land TX where my cast of characters reside. Meet Choi Jin Woo and Anjula Matthews. Take the roller-coaster ride with them as they try and hold on to a budding relationship against all odds including a violent stalker. Read about their friends, especially Park Bai Lin, a ride or die chick if I have ever wrote one.

The combination of my love for both writing and K-drama…

It is my sincerest wish that you love it as much as I do and if your interest in K-Drama has been sparked all the better.

Blurb ~

Anjula Matthews loved people but a betrayal by the ones closest to her left her hesitant to trust again.
Choi Jin Woo wanted live his life free of the obligations his family placed on him. He chose to leave and start anew.
Fresh with new beginnings, both meet under unusual circumstances leading to an unexpected attraction…Only someone isn’t happy with the budding romance and will do anything to stop it.
With obstacles that seem insurmountable, their feelings for each other will be tested. For Anjula, Choi Jin Woo is willing to be her shield but will he be able to withstand the blows that will batter their relationship to keep them together.
***Cliff Hanger***

From Falling to Rising the Sequel is out!


Rising released and I am pooped. Writing about people who don’t like you because of the color of your skin is hard as hell and talking to them is harder.  They want to be heard, and have a voice and if yu give them a chance folks will grudgingly speak to you if only to get their brand of rhetoric out. That is why it takes me some time to write these books. The information in this id authentic, well, as much as they will tell me. :)

You may not like my books, not everybody does but you will get the very best of  my ability in them.  Falling and Rising mean the world to me. They are true characters slowly evolving, after all Rome was not built over night and their indoctrination into the world of hate started young. The will not change within a hundred and fifty pages worth of words. That’s being real. Slowly but surely though I believe they will become wonderful human beings with the help of the women who love them unconditionally.

If your willing to take a ride with me you will see what I mean. Bobby Jack, Riley Joe, Whit and Savannah have a story to tell and I will tell it honestly. Not to please readers, not to say oh I wrote that but to put a beautiful love story in the hands of my readers. I truly hope you enjoy Rising as much as I did when I got that editor copy back for the final read through. Like them or  not to me they made the ultimate sacrifices for each other and not many people can say that.

Talk to you’ later.

Hey What’s Up? I know it’s been a minute.

Hello Friends.

I had somethings come up that claimed my attention for a few months but I am back and I brought goodies. I have two book coming out starting this month.

Many of you asked about the sequel to Falling. Rising is complete at a little over 50k and will be released this month. Here is the cover and the blurb.


Riley Joe didn’t just believe in chaos…he created it, reveled in it. Life tried to break him a long time ago. He fights for his truth, to hell with what everybody else thinks.

Savannah Joy Regis prays for love, after only knowing abuse for most of her life. She’s gotten use to hiding the scars and slowly she rebuilds her life away from the people who created her own personal hell.

When the leader of the Aryan Southern Chapter, New World Watch, crosses path with the one woman he knows he can’t have…hell hath no fury like a man determined. To Riley, Savannah’s very existence is reason enough to take his last breath.

Blood in…blood out. He’s willing to take the chance and life for the woman he claims will never be the same. Just maybe he can rise above it all.


Now my Sept release is a bit different. I love Korean Drama (Seriously it gives me life) so I wrote a book mimicking the TV genre I love so much. Asian Persuasion has two books in the mini series and they are both written with release months of Sept and Nov. Because y’all are so freaking great I am releasing the first chapter of AP – The Beginning. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  This is an unedited chapter since it is with the editor. Here you go.


Chapter One

Her heel caught in a small hole in the asphalt and Anjula Matthews dropped her dress bag and pin wheeled her arms to keep from tumbling over. Without warning, she was yanked up and jerked back, pulling her jeans into the crack of her ass. Anjula slammed into the person behind her. She took a step to the side and angled her body to glance over her shoulder and the move drove the material farther between her butt cheeks.

The man who held her by the belt loop didn’t immediately let go. She gazed into the dark lenses of wraparound sunglasses. He gently released her clothing and she did a little wiggle before she spun around to thank him. Hot damn and heaven have mercy.

She pressed her sunglasses further up her nose to hide her perusal of his body. Six foot plus of lickable man candy. His chest was defined by the white button down shirt that tapered to a narrow waist. A dark vest made his biceps appear large. Faded jeans looked butter soft like he’d had them for years and fit so well it took her breath away. Work boots covered his feet. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. He had that pretty coco butter skin that most women would kill for. His pencil thin mustache flowed along his upper lip following the lines of a sexy upper lip, connecting to the goatee that covered his chin. The man was utterly beautiful with a sharp nose, high cheekbones, if only she could see his eyes. His hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. Instantly, she thought of him as pretty, but he exuded masculinity. He coughed and she could feel the heat rise up her neck to cover her cheeks. She’d been staring, with her mouth open.

Anjula shut her mouth with audible snap and swallowed. “Thank you”. She did another little shimmy to dislodge the panties from her ass without notice.

She watched as he opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again before smiling so wide he exposed even white teeth with one crooked incisor. The urge to trace that tooth with her tongue was fast and furious. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. What the hell was wrong with her? It had been a while. Yeah that’s what she told herself. She just needed to get laid. After all she was a black woman with a healthy sexual appetite. But after the last fiasco with William Archer she decided to wait until hell froze over before she gave herself to a man so easily and completely. Anjula exhaled, her last relationship was a convoluted, complicated mess and she still wasn’t clear on how that happened.

The lift of his lips brightened his face and deep indentations etched his cheeks. “My pleasure.” The deep timbre of his voice held the allure of the slightest accent, foreign and mysterious.


Jin Woo hoped it wasn’t one of his goofier smiles. He wasn’t sure what to think. He’d stepped out of his dojo to run a few errands, check on his other martial arts studios and found a woman waving her arms like she was trying to fly. Without thinking, he grabbed her by her jeans belt loop and tugged her back. When she stumbled back into him, her lush backside barreled into his front and he was instantly aware of her. His body reacted. He mimicked her movements easing to the side so she wouldn’t catch sight of his erection. Jin Woo cocked his head. It didn’t help that she kept doing some kind of wiggle. A guttural groan escaped through his lips and he prayed she hadn’t heard him.

He willed his cock to relax while he waited for her to speak. Just to see if she was truly okay, he told himself. He needed those few extra seconds.

She was gorgeous. Her hair was cut short, to her jawline and was a deep, dark brown with a myriad of lighter tones peppered through it. Smooth skin the color of fresh, pure honey, full lips, and high solid cheekbones rounded out an attractive face from what he could see. His gaze drifted along the length of very kissable throat. Huh where did that thought come from.

Not model thin but healthy and thick in all the right places. Her jeans clung to the flair of her hips and her waist was the perfect span for his hands. Nice. He continued to peer down. She was wearing open toe heels and her toes. Well hell, sun’s rays glinted off the rhinestones that dotted them.

Returning to her face as she lifted her sunglasses, his chest constricted. He was looking into the prettiest and palest hazel eyes he had ever seen. They were flanked by thick black lashes that sent long shadows across her cheek when she blinked.

His tongue felt thick in his mouth. How do you talk to an angel? Because anything said from that point would definitely be a pick up line. “Are you alright?”

Her smile faltered then broadened “Yes fine. Thanks again for your help. I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t pay attention to where I was walking” Her voice had a lyrical quality to it.

He wasn’t ready to let her leave. “No problem, glad I was here”. She wiggled again and his eyes were drawn to the way she rolled her hips.

She dipped and picked up the bag lying on the curb. “Believe me I’m happy you were too.” She rose and squirmed again. “Well I better get this to the car, thanks again, asphalt burns and I don’t mix” Anjula threw the dress bag over her arm and swiveled around.

Jin Woo watched the way her backside twisted with every step as she headed toward the apple red muscle car. He wondered how she liked rug burns or maybe beard burns. Wow, one look at her and his mind was in the gutter and circling the drain fast.

“Hey” he yelled across the parking lot as he stepped off the curb and trotted toward her. She lifted her head and turned to face him. “Yes”.

“Nice car”

The side of her mouth rose in a half smile.

“I was wondering, hoping actually that maybe I could get a phone number.” He rushed through the rest of his sentence “I‘d like to check on you later perhaps over dinner. Make sure you didn’t suffer any trauma.” He was a dork, seriously. All the lines he could use rolling through his head and that was the best he could come up with?

“I don’t know.” She studied him for a moment that felt more like forever before rattling off numbers. “Call me, I’ll buy dinner. My way of saying thank you, again, for saving me from a traumatic experience. I’m Anjula Matthews.” She stuck her hand out from under the plastic bag.

He wanted to pump his fist in the air, and tapped down his excitement. Jin Woo repeated the numerals a few times. He gazed at her hand before taking her palm within his own. Her skin was silky smooth and he found himself rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. She tugged and he reluctantly released her fingers. “Choi Jin Woo.”

“It’s nice to meet you” And that quick he was dismissed as she turned around.

Jin Woo watched as she placed the dress bag across the back seat and did a little jig before straightening up. If she continued to shake her ass like it was a standing pudding, he would have a bad case of blue balls. He didn’t want her to think him a pervert and scare her off before he’d had a chance to get to know her. In desperation he closed his eyes and thought of the most disgusting sights he’d seen in his travels. His grandmother in her underwear, a shiver rippled down his spine. The crotch of his jeans weren’t as tight.

“Are you okay?” He opened his eyes to see concern on her face with her arched brows drawn together.

Jin Woo nodded. “Fine, thinking about a few things.”

“Oh well, Have a good day.” She climbed into the driver’s seat and tugged the door toward her

“Thanks again, I really do appreciate your help.” She pushed the button and the automobile roared to life.

He bent, gazing into her window. “I’ll call you and the pleasure was all mine.” Jin Woo straightened and backed away from the car. He watched her drive away until the tail lights disappeared into traffic.

He glanced over at the far end of the lot where his truck was parked and reached in his pocket for the keys as me strolled to his vehicle, Ms. Matthews would have been the perfect person to accompany him to the Chamber of Commerce Banquet. That is if he hadn’t told his cousin Bai Lin he would go on a blind date. He left that nonsense behind in Korea. How the hell did he get roped into these things? He stopped going on blind dates years ago when he put his foot down with his grandmother. American were different, there reason for going on blind dates weren’t the same as their Asian counterparts. Blind dates to his family was like searching for a suitable wife for him while here if your friend had to set you up it usually meant you couldn’t find a date on your won. He could only imagine what her friend looked like if Bai Lin had to find the woman a date to the event.

One date wouldn’t make or break him. In the meantime if he was lucky he might get a chance to add a little burn to the cutie that liked fast cars. Sitting in the truck cab, he repeated the numbers she’d spoken and pounded the steering wheel with his palm several times. Jin Woo couldn’t remember the last digit.


Anjula parked in her designated spot behind her office building. As a published child psychologist her practice stayed busy. For her clients convenience she required that her associates park in the rear lot to leave the street spots for her patients. Grace, her secretary, stood at the back door as she dug her keys from her purse. Mondays were her late days and her practice was open from three till nine. It was her way of making sure the working parents that could not get their children to see her during standard business hours were able too. Growing up with a single mom she understood their sacrifices. Grace held the door open and she moved over the threshold flicking the light switches as the entered the hallway.

One by one the florescent overheads illuminated the area casting a bright glow in the room. She moved through the rooms turning on the lights. Usually, she found her profession fulfilling but lately there was the distinct impression that she was missing something. Her goal since she was a teen was to help children. Recently she’d been wondering how nice it would be to have a child of her own.

She glanced in the mirror bolted to the wall of her office. In the past, she’d never had an urge for a family but recently that was all she could think about. At thirty-four there was still time to have children, to find a man that she could build a relationship with. She snorted. Her problem was she wasn’t sure if she wanted the man or just the children. Anjula shook her head. She didn’t have time to self-analyze her issues. Anjula checked her schedule, she was booked tight for the evening. Another glance at her image, maybe if she met the right man she would think differently. She nodded in affirmation before turning away. No matter what she decided whether to develop a relationship with a man and start a family or go it alone…who was she kidding nether situation would be easy.

For years she’d watched her mother, Sandra, settle for men out of loneliness and desperation. Bills would be due, utilities cut off, but those lazy sons of bitches her mom set up house with would lie on the couch and offer up nothing but excuses. Anjula exhaled as the memories of her childhood scrolled through her mind like a movie. She learned early she could do bad all by herself. After being so careful and waiting years to actually commit. William confirmed that sentiment.

Her fiancé William was with another woman when she caught him and she couldn’t really muster up the energy to be truly upset. Deep down, she expected the betrayal. All her life men had hurt her in one form or another so why would he be any different. The pain came from the knowledge of who he it was he was fucking. Truly, there wasn’t anything sacred in the world anymore. She dropped her bag on the oversized desk that dominated the room.

There was no reason to reflect on her failed relationship with William Archer. It was all water under the bridge now. She peered at the shelf clock she still had a few hours before the office would officially open and she promised her best friend Bai that she would meet her for lunch. Anjula picked up the files for the days scheduled patients and walked through the antechamber laying them in Grace’s inbox as she moved.

Her assistant strolled into the room with a mug cradled in her hands. Steam spiraled up from the cup. “Coffee’s ready.”

“No thanks. I’m having lunch with Bai. I’ve updated the notes on the first client and I am moving them to a payment plan. Could you change the records to reflect that?” She spoke over her shoulder as she trotted into her office to retrieve her purse. “I’ll return in an hour. Would you like anything?”

Grace shook smiled and shook her head as she sat at her desk. “Where you going?”

“The diner down the street from her practice.” Anjula stopped and waited for Grace’s answer.

“Nope, this is a short night. I’ll wait. Have a great lunch.” Grace waved her hand.

The sun was shining and a light breeze made the leaves on the oak tree next to the building sway. Storms had doused the area with large doses of rain and finally getting out was be great. It was a pleasant day to take a walk and the restaurant she was meeting Bai at was only a few blocks away. She slid her sunglasses over her eyes and hiked up her purse higher on her shoulder. Fresh air was what she needed to clear her head since pouring herself into her work wasn’t quite working.

There wasn’t anything she could do about her ex and his cheating ass so why was the break-up dominating her thoughts so much. His actions weren’t her fault and yet the failure hurt. She rubbed her fist against the center of her chest. Was there something wrong with her? No that wasn’t it. More than once he’d called her cold and told her she wasn’t good in bed. She pressed her lips together, it didn’t matter now. William was no longer part of her life. Briefly the image of Jin flashed in her mind and a smile blossomed on her mouth. She giggled out loud and other pedestrians glanced her way. Anjula covered her mouth with her hand. William might have issues with her but the guy from that morning certainly seemed interested.

Maybe he would call. She stopped in front of the diner she was meeting Bai at. Did she want him too? The metal handle was warm to the touch as she eased the glass door open. There was something wrong with her if she was anxious about something that hadn’t happened yet. Cold air blasted her face as she entered the restaurant and she shook off the chill. She twisted around searching for her friend in the occupied booths.

Bai was seated at the far end of the eatery. She sipped on her water and cocked a brow as Anjula approached her. “It’s about time you got here. I was about to call you.”

Anjula scooted across the bench seat opposite her friend and checked her watch. “Why? I’m not late. You’re early.”

“Whatever. We might have to lunch a little short. I have two bridges to do this afternoon.” Bai waggled her brows. “I love old people.”

“You’re demented.” She shook her head.

“What? Seriously, even with insurance I am going to make a mint on teeth replacement.” She took another sip of her water. “I am in demand, I got skills babe.”

“And I wondered if something was wrong with me?” Anjula pulled a menu from the rack on the edge of the table. “A short lunch is no problem I have caseloads coming out my ass today but I wanted to talk to you about the blind date. I’m really not comfortable going with a person I don’t know, especially since I’m the speaker of the evening.”

Bai rubbed her chin before setting it in her palm “And…Girl, you have got to get out of this funk you’re in. You broke it off with bad breath William eight months ago. It’s time to get out there and have some fun and lucky you I have a single cousin who is the perfect distraction to get you out the slump.”

Anjula wanted Bai to see her reasoning. “Don’t you think going on a blind date to a banquet makes me look a little desperate?”

Bai shrugged, dismissing Anjula’s concern. “Not really, who would know?”

“How about I know most of your family and I don’t remember ever meeting the cousin that you’re describing.” She tried a different approach. “I hope this isn’t one of your he’s known the family so long we might as well be related schemes.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure? You might miss something wonderful, he’s really a nice guy…super nice and he agreed to go on a blind date with you.” Bai pursed her lips. “There’s just one exception”

“Hell, I knew it.” Anjula narrowed her eyes. “That is?”

Bai shifted in her seat “We are distant cousins. Anyway, he’s my teacher you know since I started taking martial arts lessons last year and he might have a tiny record.”

Anjula put her menu down; she already knew what she wanted anyway. “Record as in criminal?” She went on the defensive. “Come on Bai, seriously, you set me up with a…”

“Not in this country.” A long sigh escaped her friend. “And it was a long time ago. He’s changed. Life is great for him. Frankly I was more concerned that you wouldn’t want to date him because he’s Korean.”

“Say again? I have no problem with other races.” Anjula leaned back in her seat. “That’s bullshit, how can you even think that. We have been friends for years.”

“You have never shown any interest outside of the -” Bai deepened her voice. “Strong hetero-sexual African-American male” Bai smiled “And if you want complete honesty I did not tell him you were black. I’m not sure if he dates outside of Korean women.” She exhaled. “But I have a good feeling about this.”

Anjula studied her friend. They’d been best friends for years, since college. She never realized that Bai thought of her in that manner. “First of all, I like men, all men, all nationalities. I just have a soft spot for a black man in his prime.” She switched gears. “Would that bother him, your cousin, that I‘m black?” She remained quiet this could be her out for the blind date disaster waiting to happen.

Bai laughed hard, her skin took on a pinkish hue as she gulped deep breathes. The server walked up to the table set a glass of water down in front of Anjula and pulled out her pad. Bai was still giggling. She held up a finger before picking up a napkin and patting her eyes. They gave the waitress their order.

When the attendant left, Bai tilted her head and held Anjula’s stare. “Do you really think I would do that to you? Until recently I didn’t know he was in town until his grandmother, my great aunt told me. We haven’t seen each other in years but he’s always been like a brother to me. I think the two of you could be good together. He’s super cute and fifth degree black belt with no kids. He owns a few dojo’s. Best of all, he’s straight and single. He’s just never dated outside his race either. At least I don’t think he has.”

Anjula stared at the worn mica tabletop and pondered how much harm one little date could be especially if it would get Park Bai Lin off her back. Her friend was small but she reminded Anjula of those tiny Chihuahua dogs always nipping at your heels. Right now it appeared Bai was pushing hard for her to go on this blind date. She would need to come up with another way for Bai to see reason.

The server brought their lunch and they ate in comfortable silence. Bai was worried about her. She also knew her bestie wasn’t unhappy about the break-up with William. More than once Bai had commented on the change in Anjula. She could admit the break up made her more of an introvert. It was the only way she knew how to lick her wounds and contemplate everything that happened between her, Evelyn and William. Bai was her best friend but the humiliation was more than she was ready to open up about.

Lunch was awesome and Bai picking up the tab was even better. She checked her calendar on her phone. Grace updated her schedule. Her first client was a little girl with dyslexia. After that she had a few clients, but after a couple cancellations, the night was lighter than she expected. “I’m heading back. I have a patient arriving in about forty minutes. Thanks for lunch.”

Bai laid cash and tip on the table. “Want me to give you a ride to your office?”

“No it’s a gorgeous day. I’ll walk.” She rose and skimmed her palm across her friends shoulder as she passed her. “See you later.” Her steps were lighter as she exited the restaurant. The sun’s rays warmed her skin after sitting in the cool, recycled air. She might actually get a chance to soak in a hot bath and finally hit that romance she had wanted to read by Kassanna. Her day was looking immensely better.


Anjula pulled into her garage and tapped the remote to lower the door behind her. Her cell buzzed followed by chimes. She glanced at the caller id, the number wasn’t familiar. Please don’t let it be some emergency. This was her first night in months that she was able to close on time and she really wanted to soak in a hot bath. The ringing continued. She stomped in place as she skimmed her finger across the screen. “Dr. Matthews.”

“Hey beautiful I was thinking about you and thought I would give you a call.” The deep baritone of William’s voice flowed through the ear piece.

She took the phone from her ear and stared at it for a minute. This was not a person she wanted to talk to. She tapped the speaker button. “What do you want William?”

His sigh whistled through the phone. “Anjula I have been thinking a lot about us lately. I was wondering if you would like to get together. We could have drinks maybe a little dinner?”

Anjula shook her head at the phone. “First, William there is no us. Second, why don’t you give Evelyn a call, I’m sure she would love to have dinner with you. Third, don’t call me again, we are over.” She tapped the end button to hang up. The phone rang again and she didn’t bother to check the ID she simply answered the phone. “William do you understand the saying no and hell no?”

“I do understand that but my name isn’t William.” There it was that cognac smooth, slightly accented voice.

“Hey! Sorry about that. I thought you were someone else.” Anjula beamed. Slow your roll sister. You just met the guy.

“I thought we might meet for coffee but I didn’t realize how late it was, I will call you tomorrow” Jin Woo paused. “Are you free sometime this week?”

Anjula bit the inside of her cheek. Why wait? Meeting at a public place couldn’t hurt. She wanted him to call or she wouldn’t have given him her number. Screw it, Bai was right she needed to be more adventurous. “Sounds great, I’m available now. Where would you like to meet for coffee?” She popped her hand against her forehead at her choice of words. Available, really? You sound eager.

“The coffee shop across from the shopping center where we met is open late. I can meet you in half hour?”

Warmth curled in her belly. She ended the call and hopped in place retracing her steps. Anjula hesitated at the door sucking in the cool night air. She was a grown woman for goodness sakes it wasn’t like she never met a man before.


Jin Woo trotted across the street and looked around for the sports car. He was walking into the café as she pulled in to a parking spot. He waited, honestly he just wanted to see her do that little wiggle again. She stepped on the curb to join him and he peered at her.

No sunglasses and he felt the full effect of her gaze on him. His cock stiffened. This was bad on so many levels if he was getting a hard on just from a look. “Hi” Jin Woo quickly waved.

“Hey” She grinned.

He opened the door for her and placed a hand at the small of her back to guide her in. They chose a small table at the back of the café. She wasn’t classically beautiful and looked nothing like the Korean women he usually dated. “Anjula, what would you like?” He enjoyed the way her name rolled off his tongue.

She shrugged. “Nothing, I just wanted to see if memory served me correctly” she shut her mouth with an audible snap.

Jin Woo leaned in close, invading her personal space. “Are you satisfied with your finding?”

She swayed closer, and inhaled. “Why yes it did but don’t let me stop you from getting what you want” she eased back and grinned like that Cheshire cat in a fairytale he once read.

“What do you think that might be?” His night was not going the way he expected and her interest excited him. English was his second language; he had to think before he spoke. He took the seat opposite her to give him more time to respond.

“Oh I don’t know what would you usually get when you go out late at night to meet someone?”

His smile turned mischievous. “I will say sex would not be unexpected. But I don’t believe you to be that easy. Am I wrong?”

She tilted her head and smirked “No your right.”

“Tell me then, if you could have anything tonight what would it be?” His heart rate sped up in anticipation of her answer.

“Anything?” She pursed her lips. “I’m going to need a little time to think about this.”

“Take all the time you need.” Their verbal sparring was making his erection hard enough to crack stone. He shifted in his seat and took her hand. Jin Woo flipped her palm side up and skimmed his fingertips along the lines indented in her skin. “Looks like you will have an amazing life.” He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against her knuckles.

“Are you a palm reader Choi Jin Woo?” She tugged her hand free

“No need to be so formal. No, but I am sure of my ability to satisfy a woman.” The waitress stepped up to their table.

Anjula’s smile deepened and she ducked her head. “I hear the coffee here is great.”

He looked up at the server. “Two coffee’s please.”

“Thank you, I always pas this place on my way to work but never actually stop.” She lifted her head.

She was captivating. That was it. “I come in all the time. A few of my student’s mothers work her. What do you do, Anjula?

“I’m a child psychologist I have a small practice on Main and you? You mentioned students, are you a teacher of some kind? What do you teach?

“I teach martial arts at Choi’s Academy for Martial Arts.”

“Choi’s?” Realization lit up her eyes. “Choi Jin Woo. “Those studios are yours.”

He chuckled. “Most American’s don’t realize we say our surname first”

“My best friend is Korean. Everything I learned about Korean culture I learned from her.

“Interesting. Please tell me more about you.” The attendant set their drinks down in front of them and moved on to the customers a couple of tables away. He nodded his thanks.

Anjula told him about her practice. She told him about her pro bono work with underprivileged children. They talked about likes and dislikes, their enjoyment of the outdoors and open markets. At one AM their waitress asked them to leave. It was already fifteen minutes past closing and the chairs had been put up, floors had been mopped. Another man clutching an apron in his fist waited at the entrance. Jin Woo stood between her and the stranger as they left. Outside they stopped at her car. Anjula rested against the driver’s side. Jin Woo propped himself against the front panel, close enough to touch.

He ran his fingers down her cheek “I would like to see you again”

She lifted he chin. “Call me and maybe we can get together.”

“I would like to take you out for a proper date.” He dropped his hand.

“Didn’t we just have one?” One corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile.

“Okay a longer one then.” Jin Woo switched gears, easing closer. His mouth was inches from hers. “I want to kiss you” He whispered. Softly he placed his lips against hers with just the slightest pressure and touched nothing but her mouth. He traced his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, slipping her tongue past his teeth. Fresh cream and a hint of sweetness burst across his taste buds. He pulled away, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth before breaking off the kiss. Jin Woo sighed against her mouth. If he continued there was no way he would be able to stop touching her. His heart beat so quickly h could the thump in his ears. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from the vehicle. “You need to go home.”

She gazed up at him with wide eyes and touched her lips.

“Call me when you get there.” He opened her door and urged her in before trotting past the car and crossing the street. Jinn Woo dug the cell out his pocket. He scrolled through his log and tapped her number. Shrill rings filled the ear piece.


He peered at her through the windshield. “I wanted to make sure my number was the first on your list.”


“Drive safe.”

“Alright.” She pulled onto the empty lane.

“Don’t forget to call me when you get home.” He wasn’t ready for the night to end.

“I won’t. Goodnight.”

He pressed the end button and stuffed the phone into his pocket before jumping into his own vehicle and driving home. His cell rang as he parked in his garage. He checked the ID before sliding his finger across the screen.

“I’m home.” Her soft voice sent tremors of awareness skittering down his spine.

“Sleep well.”

“Thank you, talk to you later.”

He checked his watch. “Why wait, it’s already tomorrow.” He chuckled.



New release – Mother Lovers, An anthology for women everywhere

Friday I released a short in anthology (Mother Lovers) with RaeLynn Blue Jeanie Jonson and Jayha Leigh. My story is Dick and Dirty. I have a follow up story (Maybe Baby) dropping in June  in Dad to the Bone also with RaeLynn Blue and Jeanine and Jayha.


Dick N Dirty – By Kassanna
As a police officer Richard “Dick” Livingston responded to a call and handled the situation. Problem was he couldn’t get the image of the sexy perpetrator out of his head. His visceral reaction to her made him want to find out more about her…find Dirty. And once he did, he couldn’t walk away from her.
Indiana “Dirty” Mixon, had her reasons for trying to beat the hell out of her brother with a bat. What she didn’t expect was to find the arresting officer, Dick, in her tattoo shop asking to inked. She didn’t have time to care, she had bigger problems to solve because of him. Perhaps if they met under different circumstances…He wouldn’t leave her alone but did she really want him too?


Fury Delayed for Prowl.

Hello friends,

I am in my final push to finish Prowl for release this month. Wrote the Epilogue but I still want/need to go over it one more time before I send it to my editor. Fury will resume this coming Sunday with Chapter Five. In the meantime here is a rough/unedited blurb for Prowl.

Prowl (Pride Riders #3)

Aristotle Kuhn is the pride’s prankster and tech person. One by one, he has watched his brothers fall prey to the the chaos that’s comes with finding a mate. Broken down to their most primal instincts, he wants nothing to do with a mating. But, he isn’t given a choice. On a routine assignment, he meets the woman meant only for him…and will chase her down no matter the consequences

Only she wants nothing to do with him or shifters in general.

Bane is a thief, a damn good one. She was contracted or a simple job. Get in and get out, only she never expected to run into a cheetah disguised as a man. Or how is appearance would change her life.


Fury – Chapter Four

Hey and happy Monday. Please note this chapter has explicit violence. It is clean as I could make it but unedited.

~ Chapter Four ~

Pain shot through he arm, carefully she pulled it back against the mattress and turn over. Excruciating pain slithered down her spine and she went still. “Well this shit ain’t working.” Fury grumbled out loud. She opened her eyes and took in her immediate surroundings. Dull, white walls with no artwork or personal touches surrounded her. Thin light blue sheets with white and red lines interwoven throughout the fabric covered her. Above her a ceiling fan slowly rotated. She searched the recesses of her mind. Her twin had waited for her and she’d made it to him, barely. Weariness washed over her and she closed her eyes. With everything she put her body through, her blood loss had to be significant.

Fury swallowed and shut her lids. After seeing her brothers face, she’d passed out. Actually she was sure she was dying but Jase kept talking to her. Through the narrow tunnel, devoid of light, all she could hear was her brother’s voice. It was through their connection that she clawed her way out of the darkness. She wouldn’t leave him alone with the added burden of avenging her as well as their mother. At eight years old, they made the pact to kill the ones responsible for Bonita’s death and had steadily worked toward that goal for over twenty-five years. She turned her face and rubbed her cheek against the cool pillow cover. Was that it? had Mother nature discovered her true identity? If she had then Jase wasn’t safe in Father Times organization. She had to find her brother.

Faint grunts escaped her as she pulled her elbows along her sides and pushed up. A sharp, continuous ache riddled her back and she pressed her lips together pushing through it. She clenched her teeth, grinding them together and fisted the sheets as she came upright. To her left, a small window was covered in tin foil. Fury glanced around for a clock, anything that would give her an indication if it was day or night. Gently she eased her legs over the edge of the bed. Her breath coming in quick pants as she breathed through the pain.

“Keep moving idiot and your going to yank apart all the hard work I put into stitching your ass up. ” Jase strolled into the room and relief flooded her.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” She managed a soft smile.

“Don’t do that. You look like your constipated.” He carried a small tray and set it down on the stand next to the bed.

Fury peered up at her brother, “Your blunt attitude is exactly why you will grow old alone and miserable.”

Crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes and one corner of his mouth inched up. “I don’t how that would happen as long as I have you. I might be unhappy but I will never be alone.”

“Almost.” Fury muttered and broke their gaze to look at the tray. Several small dishes covered the surface. Spirals of steam rose from a bowl with a clear brown liquid in it.  A sandwich on thick white bread covered another plate. Grapes and strawberries filled the space between the stoneware. Tall clear glasses filled with bubbling liquid rested on the corner of each side. “I can’t eat all of that.”

“Only the broth is for you. The rest is mine. Well that and that nasty as soda water you like to drink.” He claimed the club chair adjacent to the bed.

“Where are we?” Fury reached for the drink and groaned.

“One of my safe houses.” He lifted the beverage and leaned forward pressing it to her lips.

Cool, refreshing liquid flowed over her tongue. The bubbles tickled her throat as she swallowed. She pulled away from the glass and narrowed her eyes. “How long have you had this place?”

“A few years,” he shrugged. “Your would be assassin almost pierced a lung. Your a lucky ducky, sister of mine.”

She chuckled at the childhood reference. Their mother Bonita, use to call them ducks and sing them the song about the animals all walking in a row. Fury choked. Tears rolled down her face.

Jase rose and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest. “Hey, hey. Its alright, you made it. A lesser person would have been dead in the streets somewhere just another statistic because they couldn’t be identified.”

“Mother nature must have figured out who I am.” She hiccuped, ignoring the hurt piercing her sides.

“I doubt it. More like you pissed of the wrong person. Nature and Time are money hungry mother fuckers. They would turn down a contract to take out one of their own if the price was right. I’ll find out whats going on when I head back to headquarters.” Jase rubbed his jaw against her temple.

Fear made her gut roil. “You can’t go back. Let’s  take what we know and break a bitch down. We know who most of the players are, where they live and who has family to be exploited. we don’t need to play hide and seek anymore.”

Jase spoke against her hair. “Your too impetuous. It’s better to take them down from the inside. I’m still good. The number one bad ass. I have a plan. matter of fact it came to me while you were knocked out.”

“Yeah?” She reared back.

“Yup. We are about to hit ’em where it hurts and collect on their contracts. Snatch their money right out from under them.” he grinned and waggled his brows. “Don’t look so glum little sister. We are going to recruit a few assassin’s from our company’s and take back what Ro and Bonita started.”

Chimes dinged through the room. Fury cocked her head. “What exactly are you planning?”

“The ruin of the people that destroyed our lives.” He rose. “The first part of my idea has just breached the perimeter of the house. I’ll go meet him. Eat your soup before it gets cold and I will be right back.”


Seven circled the dark house. There wasn’t a breath of light escaping from anywhere on the property. All was quiet and he wondered if he got his information crosses. When he reached the dock to meet One, there was nobody there. Attached to the wheel in the pilot house was a note with this address and the number one. He was getting sick of the cloak and dagger shit. A bad place to be when that was your job. No doubt, One was somewhere watching. Seven understood his colleagues cautiousness, it took him a good hour to lose Five.

After meeting with that asshole, they went their separate ways for reconnaissance. He still had a order to complete but he would track down the alluring Fury after he connected with One. God, but assassins where worse than old women with new lovers. They way they made each other jump through hoops just for a hint of information. He ran along the short wood fence toward the back of the building, stopping in the shadow of a overhang. Seven pressed his back to the slats and peered around the corner. Carefully, he moved closer to the structure.

The door opened and and light bisected the yard. “I’m not chasing your ass around the yard.” One called out.

Seven stared at his old friend. One was the only man he would even acknowledge as human. The rest of the men in tir little club moved and acted like they were set to automatic. acting on a mission and doing only what they were told or assigned. at least he could have a conversation with One. Seven studied the dark figure filling the doorway, calculating the threat. One’s arm was hidden slightly behind him.

“You have thirty seconds or I will close this door and the opportunity I am about to offer you will be lost forever. No harm, no foul. We reset and thing will be as they were before.” One eased halfway behind the thin barrier.

What the hell was his colleague talking about? Seriously someone needed to give assassins classes on communications. He couldn’t cross the yard without being seen. Instead he would give his current position away. “Spit it out one. Its been a bitch of a day.” He took a chance and scrambled the few feet of open space to the wall of another building.

“If I wanted you dead. You would be.” One closed the door.

You have fucking got to be kidding me. Seven ran across the yard and dropped to his knees to crawl around to the front of the house. Deep pockets of darkness enveloped the porch. Softly, Seven climbs the short stairs. Click. He knew that sound and went still. The cool muzzle of a gun grazed his temple.

“I don’t know how you made it as far as you have. You suck at this.” Five’s sarcastic tone broke the quiet night.

“I know you’ve heard this before but your an utter idiot.” Seven growled.

“Says the man with the gun to his head. Where is One I know I heard him. While you were out running abound like somebody’s side chick trying to get her lovers attention. I have all ready cased the place. Only way in id through that door and the house is dark. No activity since I have been sitting here. Made me wonder why you were so hot to get here. Then I heard One’s voice and understood.’ Five jabbed Seven with the gun. “What are you two up too?”

“That was always your problem Five. You think too much.” One answered his question in a cutting tone.

A flash of light illuminated the night and the crack of gunfire echoed through the small space. Seven dropped and twisted around as Five tumbled down the steps. He landed sprawled out face down. His feet, tangled together caught on the tread above him. One stepped closer to Seven and he gazed up. In the dark it was hard to make out his friend. His dark skin and clothing blending in with his surroundings.

“You never were good at not being followed.” One shook his head and held out his hand.

Seven clasped the pro-offered palm and rose when tugged. “Just another fucked up ending to a really hellish day.” he glanced down at the body. “Nine is going to be pissed.

“Like I give a shit.” One slid his gun into the holster. “Your lucky Five is a mediocre assassin.”

“He almost got me.” Seven needed to be honest. If he started lying to himself now, he would just fuck up later.

“I don’t think so. You a quick thinker on your feet.” One yanked the screen door open and shoved the at the heavier inside one. “Come in.”

“I didn’t see you leave.” Seven crossed the threshold in to a sparse living room.

“Front window while you were making all that noise trying to get to the porch.” One grinned. “Five was so focused on you he never saw me coming. There’s a pig farm next door. We can cut up the body in the barn in a few hours and feed the parts to the pigs.”

“You take way too much pleasure in this.” Seven grumbled. “Why am I here?”

“I want to put Father Time out of business.” One spoke matter of factly. ” The only way to do that is to take his contacts…and assassins. I am offering you a job, working for me.”

He stared at One.

“Funny you have the same look on your face my sister had.” One moved toward the staircase.

“Sister?” Seven exhaled. At some point he must have strolled through an alternate world because no way the event going on were happening in the real one. “Do me a favor and kill me already. I am battered. My assignment tried to sever my artery and the thought of cutting up a body is about as appealing as sleeping with old ass Father Time.”

“What are you muttering about?” One glance over his shoulder.

“He’s being a pussy because he couldn’t take me out.” The words fell like stones to the bottom of a lake. He knew that voice and snapped up his head.

She stood on the landing leaning on the bannister. A sheet draped around her lithe body. The light color highlighting her dark skin.

“Your a hard head. I told you to stay in bed.” One’s tone inched up.

She lifted her hand and gave him the finger.

Fuck..fuck…fuck. One is sleeping with the woman he was assigned to kill. Seven gripped the butt of his gun tighter. Was he being set up?

“Seven meet my sister, Mena. You probably know here as Fury.

Fury ~ Chapter Three

Happy Sunday friends. Chapter Three is below, this chapter is not edited but as clean as possible. There is explicit violence.

~ Chapter Three ~

Fury hobbled around the corner, she forced one foot in front of the other. It was a struggle to move and faint grunts escaped her with every step she took. She was a fighter but if her contact wasn’t in the pub they’d arranged to meet at she may as well let the Grim Reaper claim her. Her foot dragged behind her as she climbed the shallow steps to the entrance door. She wrapped her fingers around the thick silver handle and inhaled deeply before tugging, the door didn’t open. Fury exhaled, tears brimmed her lashes, she’d always believed she would go out in a blaze of glory. Instead she was bleeding out on the doorstep of a cheap eatery. Her chest heaved and her breath rattled in her lungs. The door was thrust open and she was shoved back. She stumbled back and gripped the handrail to keep from falling. Pain seared the space between her shoulder blades and traveled down her body in short bursts of sharp stabs.

She pressed her lips together to keep from crying out. Black outlines encroached her vision. She blinked trying to banish the darkness. Her contacts face appeared in her line of sight,  fading in and out.

“Fury!” He lurched forward, catching her.

“Sorry brother, I thought I could get here sooner.” Her chest tightened.

Suddenly her feet were swept off the ground and she was hefted up and cradled against a warm solid chest. Comfort enveloped her. At least dying, she was with the one person that would take care of her in her final hours, her twin.

“Your stronger than this, Fury would never give up, the woman I grew up with would fight.” He whispered against her temple. “If you give up now who will help me avenge our mother? Never forget little sister.”

“I was born two minutes behind you, asshole.” Her chest ached more with every word uttered.

“That’s my girl. Fight to live so we can annihilate the motherfuckers that did this to you.” Her brother tone rose and faded. She was being jostled but the hurt was no longer there. Numbness was slowly taking over her body. Fury allowed the darkness to envelop her. “I got you little sister just hold on…”

His words dwindled into nothingness.


Fury sat huddled in the pantry with her eight year-old brother. Their mothers screams seemed to echo around them.  Her chair scraped the wood floor of the kitchen as it was dragged around the room. Fury shivered and Jase hugged her tighter. “Shh,” he whispered against her temple. “Remember what mommy said – be quiet as a church mouse.” Fury covered her mouth with her palms and nodded even as tears streamed down her face and rolled over the back of her hand.

“Where is he Bonita?” A deep hard voice dropped like stones from the man questioning their mom.

“Don’t do this. I told you Roosevelt took our children and left. I woke up and everybody was gone.” Her voice cracked.

“He wouldn’t leave you like that. Your the reason he defected.” The man sneered. “It’s your fault I have to hunt down my comrade and kill him. Think of that when you take your last breath. Where are you meeting Ro?”

“Fuck you Time, you and that bitch Nature, you’ll never find Ro?” Fury leaned forward and saw her mother spit on the man’s foot. “He was too fucking good for Seasons. Tell yourself whatever you want but I hope the truth eats a hole in your gut. When Ro comes for you, you will never see it coming and I will be laughing my ass off as he slits your throat from whatever hell I am resigned too. Make no mistake I will be there waiting for you.”

Another woman stalked into the room and blocked Fury’s view of her mother. “No one else is here. I found a suitcase with some kids clothes.” She shrugged. “I’m thinking Ro went into hiding with the kids and she was to follow him.” She backhanded Fury’s mother. Fury cringed from the sound. “Where the hell did he go Bonita?”

“I’ll be waiting for you too Nature.” Cold anger colored her mothers tone.

“Turn on the stove Nature, this bitch is gong to talk one way or another.” The guy pulled a knife free and handed it to the woman. “Set that in the flame.” He hauled the chair next to the gas stove. Blue flames flashed before turning yellow. His colleague turned the fire down and it turned deep orange. Metal clanked as the blade hit the burners grate.

Her mom’s eyes widened when the man lifted the dagger from the heat. It glowed in the shadowed kitchen. “No matter what you do, I don’t care who I have to fight or how many worlds I traverse. I will be back and I won’t be alone. Ro will be with me and we will rain hellfire down on you and everyone your associated with.” Bonita set her lips together in a firm line and lifted her chin.

The blade slid into her mothers chest like a hot knife through butter. He yanked the stiletto free and handed it to the woman. “Heat it up again.”

Jase covered Fury’s eyes and slid her back against him. “You don’t need to see this.” Her brothers jaw grazed her hair as he turned his head. She tried to see through the thin spaces between his slim fingers.

“Mama.” She sobbed quietly and twisted her head away from Jase’s hand.

“I love you!” Bonita yelled as the fella drove the knife through her breast. Sweat rolled down her temple, glistening a reflection of the flames she was so close too. She grunted and pushed off, her leg muscles bunching and flexing as she rose. Her biceps strained as she labored against the rope binding her.  Bonita threw herself against the stove and the thin night dress she wore ignited. She rolled off the stove top and the crashed to the floor. The chair shattered beneath her. “Run” She screamed as the fire engulfed the wood.

The crackle of the blaze catching onto the floor rugs and spreading filled the space. Smoke drifted through the slats and poured into the pantry. The man and woman that had terrorized their mother spoke. Their lips moved but in the gray haze of the flames, she couldn’t make out the words.

Jase dropped flat to the floor and yanked her down. “We have to get out of here.”

“Mommy,” Fury wasn’t going to leave her momma to die.

“No, she’s already dead.  We have to go.” Jase spoke quickly, coughing between words. “Remember what daddy said.  We need to get to the trap door.”

“No, no, no!” The stringent miasma burned her lungs as she breathed it in.

“We don’t have a choice.” Jase slammed the bi-fold door open. All around them the room glowed but the man and woman were gone.

Jase dragged her to the dinner table and used his shoulders to heave the heavy butcher block furniture over. He kicked back the rug where the end was smoldering. Fury stared at her mom. Bonita eyes were open but the spark was gone. Jase called her name and she glanced over at him. He was struggling to get the door up. The house creaked as the flames danced from room to room. She crawled the short distance across the floor, smoldering spots of wood singed her knees and palms. The skin on her hands burned as she gripped the metal ring and heaved the exit door up. Jase shoved her into the gaping hole and jumped down behind her. Burning planks dropped around them as the crawled over damp earth through the passage their daddy had created under the house. Wood turned to dirt above them as the scurried through the tunnel. The ground shook just as they exited into a ravine and flames licked out the hole they’d exited. An explosion rocked the ground beneath the and in the distance, the hillside where their house was lit up the night.

“The gas ignited.” Jase turned her way, his voice a monotone tenor.

“We need to find daddy.” Fury dropped into the cool grass and rubbed her aching palms against the soothing vegetation.

“If he’d taken us with him, mama would be alive. No what we need to do is survive…”


Seven broke the window with his elbow and crawled into the back seat of the old car. It was the last automobile in a long line of parked vehicles.He gazed down at his leg. She missed his artery, barely. Sirens blared a few blocks over  from the direction he’d come from. Seven checked his watch, he still had a couple hours to meet Five in time. He would lay low. He rummaged through the articles of clothing littering the bench seat and picked up a long sleeve shirt. Gently, he lifted his leg and tied the two ends around his thigh to stem the blood flow. His phone vibrated in is pocket followed by the harmonious sounds of opera filled the space.

He let a few soothing notes wash over him before answering the summons. “Speak”

“I’m calling in my favor, Seven.”

“This is not a good time One. Maybe you haven’t heard but I have a little situation.” Seven sighed.

“Yeah and your stuck with Five. I know all about it. Ask me do I care? You owe me.”  One’s voice brooked no argument.

Seven let his annoyance bleed through his tone. “This is turning into a really shitty day, One. I’ll take care of Five and my assignment and we can meet for drinks tomorrow or the next day.”

“Listen you pale son of a bitch. Lose Five and meet me at the docks, pier eighteen. Look for the Badass Bonita. I’ll be waiting.” One hung up.

What the fuck was with everyone giving him directions like he was a damn child? Seven slumped down in the seat and dropped his head back. He pulled up his log and tapped Five’s number to send him a text.

Ran into problems, will be late.

In moments Five responded. My mission is to kill you if your compromised. I’m telling you out of respect.

That’s the point of the text asshole. So you know I’m still good.

Then you will make the meet on time.

Five and his fucking stick to the book attitude. Didn’t the idiot understand nothing was ever in black and white? “Urgh” Seven voiced his frustration. I will fucking make you eat the muzzle of my gun if you think for one minute your coming after me.

LOL! Your an even bigger fool if you believe that. You have two hours or I will collect on the contract that goes into effect. You shouldn’t have fucked up.

I am going to enjoy pistol whipping your ass when I see you. Seven’s fingers flew across the keypad in anger

Promises, promises. With you gone Father Time will be forced to rearrange the numbers. I look forward to moving up.

I will see you in less than a few hours. Seven spoke out loud as he typed. He needed to get his emotions in check. When you handled business mad you fucked up and Five was trying to get under his skin.

Then no harm done. (Smiley face)

Seven bumped his head into the soft seat. Five trailing his every move was going to be a problem. No doubt he would report everything back to Nine. There was something between those two, he couldn’t put his finger on. He scooted across the seat. The door creaked as he shouldered it open. Sunlight had cracked through the clouds and rays dappled the street. He looked both ways, checking to see if anyone was peering his way before he pulled the clothing free and tossed it into the seat behind him. Seven pulled a book of matches from his pocket and lit one, then he touched the match head to the thin paper and started the book. Tiny flames licked the air. He tossed the whole thing into the pile of clothing. It caught with a sizzle and the blaze started. He partially rolled down the window before shutting the door so the fire could feed on the oxygen. Seven straightened, squaring his shoulders and strolled away.

Fury ~ Chapter Two

This chapter is clean but unedited.

~ Chapter Two ~

Stephen, code name Seven, held the gaze of his target. He’d heard the rumors that Mother Nature’s assassins were a force to be reckoned with but had never had to the opportunity or necessity to cross paths with one of them. His employer, Father Time, actually had a standing order not to engage and stay far away from the dangerous beauties. It was said that at some point all of Mother Nature’s employee’s were once nuns. He let his gaze drift down Fury’s body, she certainly didn’t look like any sister he’d come across in church.

Fury stared at him through bottomless dark chocolate colored eyes. Her deep mahogany skin was smooth and ageless. High cheekbones, complimented by thick bow shaped lips with just a hint of shine and her close cropped hair was the color of fresh wheat. She was a classic beauty.  All black attire, fit her like a glove. Slim jeans hugged her hips while her top molded her ample bust. Fury would be able to move unhindered, yet she was completely nondescript. If a person wasn’t actively seeking her, she could easily blend into a crowd. He watched as an arched brow slowly climbed her forehead and knew he was lucky locating her as quickly as he had.

“Dude I believe we are at an impasse.” she pressed the muzzle of her gun deeper into his belly. “I’m willing to take a chance on both of us dying in a blaze of glory.” Her voice reminded him of the burn you got from a shot of good scotch as it flowed down your throat followed by the sleek warmth that enveloped you afterwards.

He dug the tip of his blade into her skin, holding it at an angle. Tepid fluid flowed down his knuckles. “The grim reaper and I are old friends, we have to be in this line of business. If your feeling froggy, jump. I would love to see who walks away from this.” He whispered. “We are going to get out of here at the next stop.

“If your going to try and kill me, lets get it over with.” She smiled and deep lines etched her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled. “If you don’t mind though I would like to know who ordered a contract on me?”

“I’m a worker, beautiful, not the negotiator. I haven’t a clue as to who wants you dead.” The train stopped and they jerked to the side.

Fury swung away, spinning out of his grasp. The small caliber gun fell from her grasp, she clutched the pole and lifted her legs planting her feet in his chest and pushing off.  He scuttled back, and tightened his grip on the knife. Doors were sliding shut as she shifted to the side and slid between them. He flipped the knife catching it by the blades tip and tossed it. A dinging filled the air and garbled talk floated from the old speakers. The dagger found its mark and Fury staggered. The train lurched forward and he caught sight of her disappearing into a stairwell through a dirty window. Dammit, he would have to double back and track her from there. Seven pulled the phone from his pocket and opened the screen. He pressed his number and the line connected.

“Customer Service.”

“My appointment has been cancelled.” Seven ground out through clenched teeth.

“One moment.” The monotone voice droned before the line went silent.

Seven glanced at the few folks sitting around. No one made eye contact him. It was a sad state of affairs when people would witness a possible assault and yet no one stepped in to help Fury. He shook his head, maybe humanity deserved what it got. There was no sense of community. If people helped each other it was mainly for self serving purposes. No one wanted to step up and take responsibility for their fellow man. It was one of the any reasons, he’d fallen into the business. He had no problem maiming or killing, some targets deserved what they got. He was helping to cull the population of the weak and depraved. Seven watched the brick and mortar as the train rushed by, he didn’t get a sense that Fury was either.

“Seven, this is Nine. Five has been dispatched. He will meet you at half past six. If you are not at the location you will be considered defunct and actions will be taken accordingly.” The line went dead.

“Fucking great,” he despised Five. That assassin was obnoxious on a good day. He flicked his wrist checking his watch. There was still time before he had to meet his partner. He would back track to the last stop and locate his target, dispatch her quickly so he would have to work with an asshole. The car screeched to a stop and he exited, trotting down the hall to catch a cab. He’d had enough of trains for the day.

Briefly, he wondered who would want the alluring Fury dead. His blade landed between her shoulders, she couldn’t have gotten far. Hospitals and clinics were out of the question. She wouldn’t risk the exposure or the questions. They were assassins, if he was in trouble he would seek help from a colleague. Overcast skies greeted him as he left the station. Thunder boomed in the distance. He glanced up at the roiling clouds, seemed even the heavens were anxious. It was time to conclude his business


Fury dug through the lost and found bin at the customer service desk. She lifted a jacket a few sizes larger than she was as wrinkled her nose at the heavy mothball smell. It would serve the purpose of covering her back. She’d managed yank the blade free in the ladies room but her shoulders were covered in her blood making her shirt feel tacky on her skin. “Found it! Thank you!” She shook the light coat and double checked to make sure no bugs fell out . The attendant nodded before returning his attention to the computer screen.

She straightened and swallowed the pain threatening to over take her. Fury draped the coat over her shoulders and shuffled toward the exit. Someone had put a hit out on her and she didn’t even know where to begin to look for them. The doors slid open and she crossed the threshold into a blustering wind.

She mixed in with the flow of people walking along the sidewalk. Ahead of her a well dressed business man spoke on his cell then stuffed it in his pocket. She lunged, bumping into him and quickly she dipped her hand into his pocket, grabbing the phone. Her hasty movements sent the blade she been concealing in her sleeve down her arm slicing her palm. She shoved them both into the jackets pocket and formed a fist to stem the blood flow. It hurt to take a breath, she leaned on the building and the stubby brick pierced the fabric jabbing her skin. Concrete brushed the material as she rounded the corner and rested just in the mouth of the alley. Coolness bled into her heated skin. Fury yanked her phone free from her pocket and dialed a number she’d memorized years ago.

“Access code please.”

“Mother Natures Fury cannot be silenced.”  She pressed the mouthpiece to her face to be heard.

There was a moment of quiet. “But she can be compromised. Storm has abated. Fury cannot be calmed.”

Fear skittered down her spine. She sucked in a calming breath. Mother Nature was cutting her losses and walking away, leaving Fury adrift and on her own. Her chest tightened as anger swept through her. “Tell the bipolar bitch when this is over she can explain her decision to me in person. Before I dispatch her fucking life.” Fury ended the call. There wasn’t much time, the number would be traced and GPS would be utilized to locate her.  She dialed the only person she could trust.

“Hello,” a soft voice hesitated.

“I need help.” Fury closed her eyes for a second.

“Can I just say I told you so. Meet me at the cafe, make sure your clean.” Several clicks then nothing except dead air.

Fury stared at the cell and made a face.  She dropped the phone and stomped on it. No use pulling the Sim card the number she dialed was probably no longer in service the moment she hung up. She hobbled back to the avenue.

“Ma’am…ma’am?” Someone brushed her arm.

She spun around and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grimacing. “Yes.” She widened her eyes in question.

“Are you okay.” The teen in front of her motioned toward the ground. Drops of blood splattered the sidewalk around her feet and formed a trail that led up to Fury.

“Oh dear, I’m fine. This is so embarrassing.” Fury leaned in and spoke low. “I’m trying that little cup thing for periods. Sometimes it slips.” She half grinned in a self depreciating smile.

“Shut up, I just read about those being used in third world countries on my tablet.” The girl nodded her head. “There’s a restaurant a block down that allows the public to use their rest rooms. You might want to head there if you cant get home.” She took off her scarf and pressed it into Fury’s palms. “You can wrap this around your waist until you can take care of your…issue.” The teen smiled as she moved away.

“Huh.” Fury stared after her as she shoved the material in her pocket. There were still good folks in the world after all.  Needles of pain stabbed her side and shoulder as she raised her arm to hail a cab. She dropped her arm, sighed and raised it again. A white town car cut across traffic and skidded in front of her. She pulled the lever and opened the door, climbing into the back seat. Fury caught a flash from the corner of her eye.

The assassin she’d escaped earlier rushed her shoving her across the seat and jumping into the cab with her.

“For the love of God!” She shrieked as she plowed a fist into his arm.

The cabbie turned toward them, peering at the man next to her. “Where  too?

“My fiance is still angry with me.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Now baby.”

“Shove your damn endearments.” Fury grumbled.

“Tenth and Elm.” He directed the driver before turning his focus on her. “You were sloppy sweetheart. A five year old could have tracked you down.”

“Aren’t I the lucky duck.” Fury moved closer to the door, reaching for the lever.

“Don’t even think about it,” he reached past her and pushed down the mechanism.

“You won’t like it if you can get me alone. ” She thrust her hand into the coat pocket.

“You know as well as I do this is nothing personal. It’s a job, and you little escapade pissed off my boss. I now have a associate. I have never had a partner in my career. Extermination is eminent in order to save face.  The guy they want to stick me with is an utter asshole.” He shook is head as he exhaled.

“Birds of a feather flock together I’m told.” She said caustically. The car was going in the opposite direction of where she needed to be and getting found so easily was annoying her.

“Ha -ha. Your jokes are lame, you should keep your day job.” He turned his ice blue stare on her. “Oh, that’s right  that will be ending soon enough too.”

“Fuck you.”

“I really wish we could, I bet your explosive in bed.” He touched her arm. “Another lifetime maybe.” he turned his head to the window.

She had one more chance and would have to make it work. If she got too far from her meet point, her contact would leave and she would truly be fucked. She stared at her would be killers profile. He had one point she agreed with, he looked like a great lover. Dismissing that thought, she screamed at the top of her lungs and the cabbie brought the taxi to a curt stop then twisted in his seat. The assassin spun to face her. She yanked the blade from her jacket and buried it in his thigh. He slammed back into his seat. She jerked at the locking mechanism and rammed her shoulder into the door to heave it open. She tumbled to her knees as she exited the vehicle and pushed off, using all her strength. Behind her auto’s screeched to a stop. The scent of burnt rubber filled the air around her. She glanced back, her assassin stumbled from the back seat.

Fury had purposely avoided his femoral artery. For the first time in her life  she hadn’t delivered a killing blow and she really didn’t want to focus on why. She had a meeting to make.

My gift from me to you. Fury – Chapter One

Every Year I write a freebie for my readers. Last year I didn’t, the year got away from me and I’m deeply sorry for that. I want to rectify the oversight. Every week I will post a chapter of Fury here. The book I planned to release for free last year. Now this book is unedited but I have cleaned it up and added content. Welcome to the world of Sisters and Assassins, meet Fury.

~ Chapter One ~

“Nine- one -one  what’s your emergency” The operators dull tone droned in Mena’s ear.

The cafe was bustling with a late lunch crowd and all the tables inside and out were full. She sat in the corner with her back to the building. Her crab quiche sat untouched in front of her. She lifted her head and scanned the area around her. With so many people in the area, once she completed her task, chaos was sure to ensue. She should probably talk to a professional about her penchant for anarchy. Nope, that would be a epically bad idea, she accepted her crazy actually she reveled in it.

“I’d like to report a murder.” Mena held the burner phone to her ear with her shoulder while sliding back the mechanism sending the bullet into the chamber of her semi automatic forty-five. At close range the hollow tip bullets would blow a hole through her assignments chest wide enough to drive a semi through. Tingles skidded along her spine as her adrenaline amped up. Unlike some of her sisters who could take a person down from over two thousand meters she preferred the up close and personal touch. She needed to gaze into the eyes of the being she was sent to kill. In those last moment as she watched their lives drain away she witnessed so many different emotions. Fear, confusion, denial sometimes remorse and finally acceptance. No matter the hit, she could sleep at night with a clear conscious. She believed in what she did, being well compensated for her ability to kill was a side benefit.

“Ma’am how do you now there is a murder? Is there a body? Who has been killed? We cannot pinpoint your location. What is your address?” The operators anxious tone cracked between her rapid fire of questions.

“Sorry, I should be more clear. He hasn’t died yet.” Mena checked her watch. “But give me -oh- five minutes. I promise you will be getting inundated with calls.”

“Ma’am?” The operator raised her voice.

Her target, Peter – last name she did really give a fuck about,  strolled out the bank across the street with a wide grin on his face. He sauntered  to the waiting town car as if he didn’t have a care in the world. According to his dossier, he probably shouldn’t. He created and executed  a Ponzi scheme that resulted in the loss of billions for his investors. While Peter was living large, some of the elderly people that he’d preyed upon where now living in low rent apartments and eating dog food to get by. They were the lucky ones. But he pissed off the wrong person, someone with major connections. A bounty was placed on Peter’s head. The cost of his life, half a million dollars. A little low on her pay scale but after reading his file, she took the job for a dollar. With twelve kills under her belt, she acquired a nice nest egg. She could afford to absorb the cost of this hit. She did ask that the remaining money be donated to the fund created to help those who were cheated by the greedy conman.

Dark clouds roiled in the afternoon sky blotting out the sun’s bright rays. Seems the odds were in her favor, most witnesses abilities for recall were sketchy at best. She’d read that in a medical study somewhere. Mena studied the man and shook her head. His tailored suit probably hid a multitude of bodily imperfections and his coiffed blonde hair barely stirred in the slight breeze.  Their was a little bounce to his step, as if he’d received good news. The guy looked genuinely happy, nodding at people as he moved past them. His stylish appearance hid the the true look of the man like a costume and mask or maybe that was what greed and depravity looked like. When she was in the nunnery, she’d learned even the devil was a beautiful being.

Dumbass had no idea what was coming but when you played pussy you get fucked and her mark was about to learn a deadly lesson. All was fair in love and war and the price on his head would bring at least a few folks back from the brink of despair. She glanced down and stared at her food. It would be a shame not to get at least one bite, instead she stood and moved around the table. Taking note of the people who would act as witnesses that would offer the police her description. Mena pulled her cap low and raised the collar of her light jacket up around her neck. This was going to be fun.

“Ma’am…ma’am…hello” The operator sounded frantic.

She probably shouldn’t have called nine one-one but what the hell, as her sisters liked to tell her, she was an adrenaline junkie. Money was great but she had many reasons for doing what she did. There was also the thrill of the chase, avoiding being caught. She slid her finger across the screen ending the call and slid the phone into her pocket. Time to take care of business. Mena trotted across the street and stalked up to Peter as his driver opened the car door for him.

He glanced at her and cocked his head as she raised her arm straight in front of her. She pulled the trigger two times in a double tap, head and heart. The crack of the bullets leaving the chambers was the sound that initiated everything into slow motion. He slammed into the door from the force of the bullets and  crumpled to the sidewalk. His eyes glazed over as he peered up at her. She winked as she passed him, setting the gun in pocket of her jacket. Time resumed.

People screamed and ran or ducked for cover finding the first thing large enough to hide behind. She cleared the streets in seconds. Mena calmly kept walking as folks scrambled to get out of the way. She stared at his driver who cowered against the front tire with his arms raised and is palms splayed to cover his face. Sucking air through her teeth, what happened to the men? She should have been tackled, someone jumping in to help. The man-gina was real and metrosexuals were slowly taking over the world.  Sadness at that idea skidded through her as she eased into the alley. Faint sirens interrupted her train of thought. She needed to move faster. Her heart raced, dank air filled with the smell of rotting food from residual garbage pooling in cans lining the backside of a building.  She slipped the phone out her pocket and tapped the screen twice, lifting her arm to put the phone to her ear.

A female voice answered. “Thank you for calling the Mother Nature Corporation. How may I assist you?”

“Mother Natures fury knows no bounds.” She huffed as she slipped out on the other side of the alley and jogged across the street to the subway.

“Find cover from the storm.” The line went dead.

Fury dropped coins in the turn style and continued down the stairs. Her steps were hollow as she moved across the tile. She removed the back from the phone and yanked the sim card, dropping it in a guitar case of a street musician between a few bills. The train screeched to a stop as she turned the corner. She shed her coat and hat before stepping between the sliding doors. A few people milled around the car, not as crowded as she expected, she turned her head to survey her surroundings. An old woman with matted hair and dirty clothing cowered in the last seat against a window. the train started, jerking her . She latched onto a pole to keep from falling forward and her finger brushed the hand of someone. Fury lifted her head in acknowledgement to mumble and excuse me and got caught up in the intense azure gaze of the man staring down at her.

Briefly she was taken back, deep ginger strands cut close to his head tapered into a trim line that followed the sharp angle of his jaw. High cheekbones accented deep set eyes under brows the same color as his hair. The guy could have been sculpted from freaking marble, he was so damn good looking. She held onto the pole and gripped the coat hanging over her arm tighter. His mouth moved and she was enthralled. Men weren’t suppose to look like that.

The deep grating sound of his voice tugged at her. This man could sing a lullaby and give a woman an orgasm. She snatched her hand back and stumbled as the train ground to a stop. The stranger reached out snaking an arm around her waist and wrenched her forward. Fury hit the side of his hard body, placing her palm in front of her. Solid muscle did not give beneath soft warm wool. She lifted her head to find the corner of his mouth kicked up on one side.

The train resumed and she drew back.

“Are you alright?” She caught just the hint of white even teeth behind his lips.

“Fine,” Fury cleared her throat. She had to get to Storm, her connection. Fury leaned to the side, praying the derelict woman hadn’t left. She peered over at the man and offered him a brief smile. “Sorry about that, excuse me.” She grazed his arm as she eased past him making a bee line for older person. Carefully she slid her gun out of the coat pocket and into the waistband of her jeans yanking her sweater down to cover the slight of hand.

Fury glanced over her shoulder. The attractive man was still watching her. The tension hovering between her shoulder blades ratcheted up. She inhaled deeply and coughed as the older woman’s odor of greasy food and ancient perfume filled her lungs. Several plastic bags full of whatever and knotted by the handles surrounded her feet. Fury pressed the back of her hand to her nose and exhaled. “Ma’am”

The elderly lady twisted in her seat and turned watery grey eyes on her. She grinned and the bottom row of  teeth in varying degrees of rot added to her grotesque appearance. Fury narrowed her eyes, looking past the grime. She’d have beet her nest egg the old woman had once been beautiful. There was a story there  but she didn’t have time to delve further.

She thrust her jacket out. “I thought you might like to have my coat. Its not a winter coat but it should keep you warm through the fall.” Fury nodded gently as she spoke.

The homeless woman narrowed her eyes and reached out before quickly snatching her hand back. The train screeched again as it made it’s next stop. She clicked the stops off in her head, her destination was coming up, she would need to get off soon. Fury held her breath and took a step forward. “Please, it will keep you warm. No strings, I promise.” She sent the clothing down on the seat and backed away.

Fury backed into the hard wall of a body, taller than her. She glanced back and up.

“That was extremely generous of you.” The great looking white guy’s voice flowed over her.

She held her ground. There was no such thing as coincidences. Gently she pressed her hand to her belly, the butt of her gun was solid reassurance. She was Fury, shed been in situations most folks couldn’t dream of. She twisted her head to watch the older woman put the jacket on. “It feels good to give to those in need, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure it does but then again you probably had an ulterior motive, eh Fury? Now that is an angry name, why would a beautiful woman pick such a harsh code name?”

She shifted, preparing to spin around. Two bullets in his gut and she would be off at the next stop. “Who exactly are you?” She uttered quietly, “I mean I should at least know the name of the man I’m killing.” She twisted pulling her gun and stabbing it into his stomach.

Cool steel , scraped her back at her waist. “Your fast, I’ll give you that but I bet I can sever your spinal cord before you can pull the trigger. Your loss of life would be a pity but hey a job is a job and for some reason there is a person in this world that wants you dead.”

“Well that’s just shitty.” Fury purse her lips as her assassin burst out in boisterous laughter.