I wanted to do some shameless self-promotion this Wednesday. Project Terminal: End Game is the last book in my Project Terminal series. Here's the blurb and excerpt!
Blurb:
Amelia and Gabe face off against Project Terminal's last stand.
Amelia St. James has never cared for Gabe Morris, and when she finds herself
teamed up with him as they battle against Project Terminal, she can't help but
be on guard. He's irritating, chauvinistic, and basically everything an
independent woman would hate in a man, all wrapped up in an appealing package.
Not that she'd admit to any attraction on her part.
Having Amelia by his side is a distraction Gabe's happy to deal with. Strong,
smart, and determined, she's one hell of a super soldier and woman. Even though
she resist his advances, he's not one to back down from a challenge. He's seen
the spark of awareness in her pretty hazel eyes and wants nothing more than to
feel her fit body against his.
But those behind Project Terminal have a nasty surprise in store. Will the
project finally succeed in creating the perfect weapon with no one left to stop
it?
Content Warning: graphic sex, strong language, and violence
Excerpt:
Amelia turned her face to the sky, closing her eyes as a chilled mountain
breeze washed over her. It did little to temper the heated memory of Morris's
mouth, his heavy body pressing her to the ground…
"Jesus, get it together, Amelia," she hissed, shaking herself loose of the
memory's hold.
The night wore on and she watched the constellations slowly shift with the
earth's rotation. Satellites passed between stars, and a few wispy clouds
drifted over the crescent moon. Coyotes sang from time to time and a bull elk
called out. A normal night in the mountains with no sign of a pending attack.
Perhaps they were home free. Max could finish up her work, they could get the
cure, and Amelia could return to her everyday life. Alone at home, working on
lesson plans, and generally avoiding contact with the outside world.
Psychologists would chastise her for avoiding other people, but her altered life
didn't invite intimate friendships. Something she hadn't considered when
allowing her genes to be manipulated by scientists.
She chose a direction and walked, not really paying attention to where it
led, lost in thought about her lonely life.
"Amelia?"
The baritone voice brought her up short, and she spun toward its source. A
massive silhouette appeared from the trees.
"Morris? What are you doing in my sector?"
"Actually, you're well into mine."
Her cheeks warmed and she cleared her throat. "Sorry, I didn't realize."
She turned and headed back in the direction she'd come from but Morris caught
up to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Wait."
His touch sent a sizzle straight between her thighs and she sucked in a
breath. She froze. He stepped forward, his chest just touching her back. Hot
tingles erupted over her flesh.
"We're in the clear tonight." The warmth of his breath caressed the back of
her neck, and she closed her eyes. "Stay."
She licked her lips and swallowed, trying to form a coherent thought. "Why?"
she finally managed.
He let his hand slide to her upper arm, the other joined its mate on her
opposite arm. He pressed forward and her eyelids popped open at the feel of his
erection.
"Do I really need to answer that, darlin'?"
Congrats, Olivia!
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