June 13, 2014

Presenting NY Times & USA Today Best Selling Author, Jennifer Lowery




HELLO FRIDAY FLAMERS!

I love sharing the work of others! And as you know, here on 
THE FLAMES, the steamier, the better.

Be sure to share your own HOT scene and include the links to find you.

To ignite the fire, please welcome Jennifer Lowery as she starts us off by heating things up!  




Jennifer and I have known each other for a few years now. Her career is taking off and  exciting times are rolling in -- I'm so happy for her!


Take it away, Jennifer!



 …A game of survival tests their will and their love.

A mission she can’t forget…

The first female operative for the counterterrorism unit known as ATCOM, Atalanta Devayne is haunted by a former mission gone wrong. That mission led to her imprisonment, torture, and ultimate retirement, along with her loss of faith in the man she’d trusted with her life.

Brings his vengeance…

Former Navy SEAL, Noah Kincaid, bears the responsibility of Attie’s imprisonment and blames himself for not protecting her from drug lord Carlos Santiago. This time he won’t fail her.


In a deadly game of survival.

Santiago has resurfaced and set up an elaborate plan to exact his revenge on Attie by taking her brother hostage. The only way to save him is by revisiting the darkness of her past and relying on a man she can’t trust. In a battle of life or death, Noah and Attie are put to the test. They must face challenges to overcome the past and accept their feelings for each other before the danger that tore them apart separates them forever.


Blurb:
Former Navy SEAL, Noah Kincaid, bears the responsibility of fellow counterterrorist operative, Atalanta Devayne’s, imprisonment, torture and retirement. Now the drug lord has resurfaced and set up an elaborate plan to exact his revenge on Attie. Noah and Attie must face challenges to overcome the past and accept their feelings for each other before the danger that tore them apart separates them forever. 

Excerpt:
Copyright 2014, Jennifer Lowery 

Trying to explain was out of the question, he knew she wasn’t in a place where she could listen, so he set the lantern on the ground and stepped back. “Come on, Devayne, take what you need from me.”

“You have nothing I need.”

“Oh, I think I do. Let’s work on your fighting skills before we meet up with Santiago.”

It worked. Attie took off her parka and hung it on a tree limb. Then she lunged. Noah simply allowed her to release her pent up emotions on him, parrying her blows, challenging her and offering what she needed. She flew at and around him with skill and agility that impressed him once again. She jabbed with her fists, kicked and danced as if she were weightless.

The ground below them grew muddy from rain and their boots. Anyone watching would no doubt think them crazy to be out in such weather—Noah would have agreed—but this was important. Attie’s state of mind took precedence over the storm.

Dodging a jab to his kidney, he put his hands together in a time-out gesture as lightning flashed overhead. Attie ignored it and trotted toward him. Deflecting the blow, he said loudly to be heard, “Enough. You’re going to catch pneumonia.”

Again, she ignored him.

Annoyed, he waited for her to turn just like so…and in one swift move spun her into his arms and trapped her arms at her sides, holding her tight against him.

Green ice met his stare and her beauty struck him again. Anger never looked so good on a woman. Raindrops clung to her lashes and slid over the smooth flesh of her cheeks. Her hair clung like a deep flame to her head and shoulders. She looked hostile and aggressive and sexy as hell with her eyes flashing, cheeks flushed and clothes plastered to her lithe body. Her chin jutted out stubbornly.

“I’ll tell you when I’m done,” she snapped, struggling against him.

“You’re done.”

Like a wildcat she fought to be released. She managed to slip an elbow free and slammed it into his ribs. The same as she had the night he rescued her from that cell. She’d landed a good blow to his jaw despite her battered state.

“Ouch,” he growled.

Somehow, she managed to wrap her leg around his. He tried to stop their descent, but the ground beneath them was slippery from where they had churned it up with their boots, and they both went down.

Noah managed to take the brunt of the fall, banging his elbow on a rock when they hit. Attie landed on top of him in a tangle of arms and legs and she was more furious than ever.

“Let me go.”

“Not until we finish this.” He clamped an arm around her waist to still her movements. She collapsed against him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her forehead dropped down on his shoulder and he tightened his arm around her waist. Slim and delicate against him, her curves fitting into his contours like puzzle pieces.

The air changed around them. Attie’s breath hitched. Like it or not, the chemistry was still there. Years of attraction, years of fighting it, broke him. His control snapped and he lifted his head and captured her mouth in his.


Author Bio:
NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 
Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

Find Jennifer:

Buy The Maze:

Other Books by Jennifer Lowery:
A SEAL’s Song (Book #1, SEAL Team Alpha)
Hard To Handle (Book #1, Sawyer Sisters Trilogy)
Hard Core (Book #1, Onyx Group)
Murphy’s Law
Taking Chances (short story)

22 comments:

  1. Aw, thanks so much, Sheri! You are so sweet! So happy to have found you in our crit group! Thank you for having me on your awesome blog today-I just love being here :)

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  2. Love, love, love this book!

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  3. Loved you're excerpt above. Very hot.

    Thank you for the opportunity to share an excerpt of one of my books.

    As the glove continued to move over my skin, his other hand began touching me as well. He would run the glove over a part of my body, and then his uncovered hand would brush lightly over the same area. The contrast caused me to shiver at times. It felt amazing, and all my nerve endings were on alert waiting to see where he’d go next.
    Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Stephan changed things up and added his mouth to the sweet torture. Sometimes he’d kiss a spot on my body. Other times, he’d lick or use his teeth. I nearly jumped off the bed when he ran the fur glove down my side and followed it up by licking the same area with his tongue and then blowing along the wet trail he’d left. It tickled, and made me twist and pull against the ropes. Stephan smiled in response and then grazed his teeth along the same path, sending a much different sensation coursing through my body.
    I had no idea how long he spent touching and kissing me like this, but I knew I’d never felt anything like it. A part of me wanted to touch him like he was me, but there was another part that was enjoying the rope that was wrapped around my wrists. It reminded me of Stephan holding me down—securing me—making me feel safe. I stopped thinking and allowed myself to just feel.

    Buy link: http://bit.ly/1ij3NBe

    Note: This is the 4th book in a 4 book serial series.

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  4. This is one of the best stories that I've read. You won't be disappointed if you get the book. I wasn't.

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  5. Amazing excerpt, Jennifer; very well written and left me wanting more. ;)

    Thanks for the offer to share our own work as well, Sheri. This is from To Serve is Divine, the first book in my BDSM trilogy:
    “Once I remove your blindfold, I want you to keep your eyes closed for a few minutes so that they can adjust.”
    “Aye, Miss K,” she answered, and then the blindfold was gone. Catherine could sense the lightness in the room pricking at her eyelids.
    Inside, Catherine was soaring and she couldn’t wait to thank Master for the experiences he had bestowed upon her tonight. She was ready to proffer Master her heart along with her submission.
    “Okay, Catherine. Open your eyes nice and slow for me.” Miss’s voice was soft.
    Blinking into focus, Catherine saw Miss standing in front of her. Her curvaceous body was now covered with a red and black kimono.
    “The scene is over, Catherine. You were exceptional. The best I’ve had the privilege of working with in a long time—except for Kaitlyn, of course,” she added while she looked at her sub with fondness. She smiled at Catherine. “You know, if you ever get tired of that fine example of manhood that is your Master, I would be more than happy to take you on. You would be a welcome playmate for my little girl.”
    Catherine’s reply was simple and immediate.
    “Thank you, Miss K. For all you have done for this girl today. However, her heart belongs with her Master, and she could never leave him.”
    Tossing her head back, Miss laughed deep. “I thought as much, but I had to ask. It’s been a pleasure, Catherine. Kaitlyn will help you freshen up.” Miss’s heels clicked against the floor while she walked to the door to a chorus of applause from those who had gathered to watch the demo. With a flourish she threw it open and walked out.
    Stretching her body caused the wax to crack and flake off in small bits. Feeling the smile on her face, Catherine glanced up when she heard movement to see Master gazing upon her.
    “Was it all you had hoped it would be, slut?” Master inquired with a wicked grin while he waved her leash in front of her.

    BUY LINK: http://amzn.to/1bPSEmu

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    1. Thanks, RE Hargrave! Yours was hot and definitely left me wanting more :)

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  6. Delightful excerpt - and it's done the trick! I want to read this now. So glad to be introduced to you!

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    1. Aw, thanks, Melodie! I'm so happy to meet you too! I hope you enjoy the book :)

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  7. Love this excerpt and can't wait to read this book!

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  8. Great excerpts! Thank you Sheri & Jennifer for letting us post our excerpts too.

    Here's mine from Viking Fire - historical romance:
    She jerked on his hand, but he would not budge. Then he grasped her around the waist, hauling her to him. She bit her lip knowing what she must smell like and yet he was still undeterred. One hand held her to him, the other stroked her hair. She felt the heat of him throughout her body. “Has your wound festered?” she asked, attempting to distract him. “I will tell Elva you need more salve.” He brushed his lips across hers, making every vat and mordant vanish leaving only his smell of leather, sea and the hint of mead on his breath filling her senses. His tongue wet her lips, sending shivers down through her fingertips. His kiss became hungrier, more intense as she opened for him. Their tongues stroked each other’s. Kaireen’s hands grasped his hair. Bram smiled against her lips. Then he pulled away from her. Their gasping breaths appeared like wisps of white smoke between them. Pretending as though nothing

    Amazon Buy Link: http://goo.gl/71VAsf

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  9. From The Righteous and The Wicked by April Emerson:

    Although she holds herself to a rigid moral code, a part of her wants to indulge. Emma sits as the thumping music rattles her body and the vibration sinks into her skin. She picks up her martini as Abby and Danni shout at each other and laugh. The topics of conversation are just as expected and Emma has nothing to say. She sips the liquid. It’s chilled, yet it feels as if it singes her insides. Her eyes wander around the club. They stop when she sees a man dressed in black resting his elbow on the bar.
    His back is to her but she’s drawn to him. She can only see his profile as she watches him watching the crowd. He does a shot and then another. A feeling of recognition slides through her as he begins to move, his eyes focused on something or someone. He maneuvers through the crowd, approaching the dance floor like a shark surveying its prey. A raven-haired girl in a gold top is dancing with her friend. The man moves toward the girl and his face is clear now. Emma has seen him before. She remembers the face, and the eyes—Stormy Eyes. It’s the man she saw at the gas station. She sips, she watches him, and she burns.

    Buy: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00JLT1GSG/ref=redir_mdp_mobile?camp=213733&creative=393177&creativeASIN=B00JLT1GSG&keywords=B00JLT1GSG&linkCode=shr&linkId=5GMAVOSIGPIJ5KFW&qid=1401810080&redirect=true&sr=8-1&tag=themascre-20

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  10. I worry about your guy shooting himself in the butt. Can you not buy him a holster?

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