Thursday, July 16, 2015

#TBT Say Hello to Elite Metal Operative Sachi "Copper" James again! #EliteMetal


Elite Metal – Book One in the Elite Warriors Series

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For decades the US Marines funded a top-secret unit known as Elite Recon. A deadly group of men and women sent to infiltrate dozens of countries completely undetected. Mission objectives so extreme casualties were not only probable, but expected.

The current batch of operatives had returned from hundreds of assignments unscathed…until one mission went horribly wrong. Several men lost their lives and the group disbanded. The remaining leathernecks were scattered in the wind with new identities. They were told to blend in. Be normal. Or face being forever silenced just like their fallen brothers.

Now, two years later, each living member of the group is kidnapped and given a chance to make things right. But this time they’re no longer under the thumb of Uncle Sam. A mysterious private backer who knows about their past has brought them back together. No longer are they forced to turn a blind eye to the lost and forsaken.

A new life. A new future…Elite Metal.

Scorching romance from Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey, Heather Long, Sabrina York Rebecca Royce, Saranna DeWylde and Roxie Rivera



Pure Copper
By Heather Long
Former Marine special forces, Sachi “Copper” James is a chameleon. She thrives on being someone else. Her mission? Identify the rat who sold her team bad intel.

Gabriel Danvers, ex-CIA analyst, is a master of disseminating the details. He wants to enjoy a normal life, retired from the game. His mission? Teach classes.

When Gabriel becomes the target of Copper’s investigation, he re-enters a world of danger and deception--all to claim the passion of the one woman who’s haunted him for years.

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With eighty students piled into their seats, it would be hard for most professors to keep track of who was who. The sign in sheet always began a rotation in a different part of the hall. Everyone signed in and if their name wasn’t on the sheet—depending on when he passed it around—they didn’t get credit for attending International Relations in Business.

Unfortunately for his students, Gabriel Danvers never forgot a face. He knew which students had their friends sit in or when one of the guys switched his jacket and move surreptitiously to the other side of the room to sign in for a missing classmate and he damn well knew when a woman entered the class who didn’t belong.

Sitting three rows back from the front, her feet propped on the back of another chair, hair in a ponytail and looking about twenty with her cosmetic free face, his lecture hall had an invader. She had her phone in her hand and typed swiftly with her thumbs while he lectured on the pros and cons of the environmental restrictions on European Union business contracts, prosperity and how those factors influenced American businesses in the region.

Though he let his gaze wander over the class making eye contact with the students as he paced back and forth, his awareness of her never diminished. Keeping track of her from the corner of his eye whenever he glanced away told him three things.

She wasn’t one of his usual students or shills—she never bothered to sign the sheet.

She took copious notes, but she was also snapping pictures.

She wanted something from him.

Call it instinct or a sixth sense, but he’d always had a way of looking at scattered facts and identifying a pattern. Her attention was on him, not the material, and her focus belied her casual attitude. She watched without looking, and the weight of her attention proved a provocative allure to his senses.

Whatever she wanted, he looked forward to discovering. His body stirred and he ignored the bolt of lust. No idea who she is, and fucking students is not on the syllabus. The thought came out of nowhere and he coughed once to clear his throat. The corner of her pale pink decorated mouth curved upward. Amusement gleamed in her pale, pale green eyes.

The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to him. Pausing at the desk, he leaned against it and stretched his legs. Two could play that game, he kept the lecture going as he braced his legs. The urge to ease his stiffening cock to one side grew more profound, but he focused on her. Memorizing her face.
He was damn good with faces.

The deep tan of her skin reminded him of a dark coffee with a sweet cream. Enticing image aside, she had a perfectly balanced and asymmetrical face, but he couldn’t place her origins. Not easily. A faint tilt to her eyes, high cheek bones and a deliciously sensuous mouth…

“So here’s your assignment,” he said, finishing his lecture and dragging his attention away from the siren summoning him in the third row. Ignoring the groans, he used his thumb to point at the board behind him. “Six companies are listed there—three are European Union based and three are U.S. based. Using the lecture and your materials, not only do you need to identify which is which—I want you to identify who is in violation of those restrictions and what are the ramifications for the upcoming Conference on International Commerce.”

The groans increased in volume, and he smiled. They really should learn he didn’t mention items, places or events if they weren’t important.

“Any questions?” Oddly, no hands went up. His gaze collided with the goddess in the third row and she made no attempt to disguise her continued amusement. Another minute dragged on and the class didn’t ask any questions so he clapped his hands together and said, “I’ll see you next week. Don’t forget my office hours if you have questions.”

Would she stay? Or would she go?

Swinging around the desk, he gathered his notes and the papers the class handed in at the beginning. He annoyed them by requiring print copies rather than digital submissions. The horror of figuring out how to use control-P on their computers must have been a challenge.

Warm vanilla sugar teased his nose. She stayed. Glancing from the papers, he found her standing just three feet away, directly across the desk. How sturdy was the construction of the desk? It wouldn’t take him anytime at all to clear it.

Student. Red. Fucking. Light. Intellect versus instinct. She looked young, with an almost fresh scrubbed innocence about her—but those eyes weren’t innocent and harbored far too much hidden emotion as though she’d seen hell and back. 

Locking gazes, he considered all the things he wanted to say.
Then reconsidered and kept it professional, “Auditing?”

Laughter, low and throaty, and a lot like warm bourbon on an icy cold evening rolled from her. “No, I just wanted to check out the hot teacher.” She winked, then pivoted and strolled out of his wet dreams…

Strolled?

More like sauntered. Checking his libido, he locked his gaze on the way her hips swayed in those skin tight denim jeans. He knew that walk. Had been hunting for it for two years…

“Hey,” he called, shoving the papers into his backpack and zipping it closed. He crossed the room in four strides to catch her. She didn’t slow down, but having her in his sights for the first time since Nigeria, no way in hell was he letting her walk away.

What the hell was she doing in his classroom?

“Hey,” he said again, catching her elbow and turning her into another empty lecture hall and closing the door to block the noise from the hall. “Where are you running off to?”

Lips pursed, she gave the closed door a glance. “I wasn’t running anywhere.” If her looks hadn’t already captivated him, the hot, buttered rum quality of her voice would have taken him hostage. His libido went into revolt and his cock stiffened to full attention.

His body didn’t give one good damn whether she was a student or not.

Definitely not a student. She didn’t hold herself in any manner as a subordinate or as a student would seeking approval. He’d had a few come on to them, their sloppy, over the top attempts were porn movie quality and he didn’t screw kids. Miss Walking Sex on a Stick was definitely a woman. “Good,” he said, remembering he actually needed to talk. “How do you feel about coffee?”

“Well I never kick it out of bed.” She folded her arms and the placement tightened her sweater over her breasts. A handful each, but he didn’t miss the tension in her shoulders or the way she braced her feet.

She’s ready for a fight if she has to. Probably didn’t help that he was looming over her. Taking a step back, he leaned against the door. No, he wasn’t demanding but he didn’t want her running away again either.

Curiosity flared in her eyes. Oh, had he intrigued her?

“Good to know,” he needed to jumpstart the blood flow back to his brain. “I know a great place on the other side of campus. It’s quiet. Let me buy you a cup?”

Surprise rippled across the surface of her eyes. “Do you often ask students out for coffee?” Was that a note of disappointment creeping into her voice?
“Not at all. But then you’re not a student.”

“You sound certain.” Her chin lifted, and if he were a betting man, he’d peg her for another move to distract him. The action revealed the slender column of her throat and added to the air of vulnerability around her.

Keeping his gaze on her eyes, he trusted his instincts. Nothing about her was as it appeared—except she was fucking gorgeous and intrigued him on every level. 

“You wanted to check out the hot teacher. How about a closer look?” He dropped the backpack and took a step toward her.

Eyebrows raised, she met him step for step until they were breast to chest and he kept his hands to himself though they itched follow the shape of those lovely hips. Maintaining a fist hold grip on his restraint, he took a deep breath of her heady vanilla scent. He’d never been a fan of sweets.



ELITE METAL

Bound By Steele
Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey
To save his Marine brothers and sister he must accept the past isn’t dead and buried.
Reuniting survivors means he is forced to first forgive…the enemy.

Chrome’s Salvation
Jennifer Kacey
A former leader of Elite Recon, reduced to nothing more than an apathetic existence.

Until his girl’s life hangs in the balance…now nothing will stand in the way of him coming back to life.

Adamantium’s Roar
Anna Alexander
Adamantium left Beth to what he thought was a better life, only to find she had been living in hell. Now he’ll do anything, break any vow, to claim her as his for all time.

Pure Copper
Heather Long
Copper will do whatever it takes to get the job done, even if it means seducing and betraying the one man who really sees her.

Sterling’s Seduction
Sabrina York
When a snoopy reporter threatens the Elite Metal, Sterling will do whatever it takes to kill her story about the team. Even if it means he has to tie her to his bed.

Platinum’s Choice
Rebecca Royce
Platinum left the life he had with Rose in New York to rejoin his team and silence the nightmares from Operation Phoenix.   But when Rose is forced to go on the run with Platinum’s hidden son, he will have no choice but to return to his old life and reclaim what he has ached for every day since. Red Wolf’s sniper wants to nudge Plat’s underbelly and they’re going to find out quickly how deadly he can be.

Mercury’s Poison
Saranna DeWylde
A scarred, mad genius more monster than man must protect the beauty he's become obsessed with from a beast more terrible than himself.

Forged in Silver
Roxie Rivera
Rebel. Nomad. Troublemaker. After surviving the double-cross during Operation Phoenix, Former Elite Recon Marine Silver embraces the underworld and builds a new life as one of the world's most renowned thieves. Jewels, paintings, corporate espionage--there's no job he won't take for the right price.
 

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