Writers Wednesday & Giveaway ~Jacquie Johnson~

Hello everyone! Welcome back for another edition of Writers Wednesday. Today I'm happy to introduce you to Jacquie Johnson and share with you an excerpt from her book Angel on Fire.

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Blurb:

All Angela wants is to understand why her father, security specialist Mac McKenzie, dropped dead on a sidewalk in Boston. Instead, she is thrust into the midst of an international conspiracy when she discovers that her father was working on a classified project at the time of his death. Now, the FBI, a terrorist and a killer have her in their sights.

Former Navy SEAL turned undercover operative, Chase Romero thinks his boss is overreacting when he orders Chase to small town America to protect Angela. But he changes his mind when her home is burglarized and “accidents” begin to happen. The real question becomes, how can he keep her safe if he keeps tripping over his own heart?

After shooting an intruder, Angela flees the scene, and the FBI issues a warrant for her arrest. On the run for her life and her freedom, she places her trust in Chase. As they travel from New England, to the nation’s capital, to the shores of Lake Michigan, the trail – and their attraction – grow hotter. Together, they team up to prevent a global financial market meltdown and face a killer who will stop at nothing to get his hands on the project Mac protected with his life.

Buy Link for Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Angel-Fire-Investigations-ebook/dp/B0079O9W22/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1333983584&sr=8-1

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After reading that, I have to add it to my to be read list. I have a soft spot for military men. ;) Lucky for us, Jacquie is sharing a teaser with us! Enjoy...

Angela woke slowly, enjoying the feel of the warm, hard, male body next to her.  She held her breath, freezing in place with her leg flung across Chase’s body, her knee virtually resting on his erection.  Her head lay on his shoulder, and he had one arm across her back and the other cupping her ass.  Angela stared, her eyes devouring his sleeping form.  Ever so slowly, she tried to scoot backwards without waking him, but his hand snapped out and grabbed her knee. 

“Don’t move.”

“Why?” she teased, feeling playful.  “I could move just a little this way.”  She rubbed her center against his leg. 

“Damn it, woman!” he barked, tossing her off of him.  “You can’t do that to a man first thing in the morning.”

She wiggled closer and placed her head on his chest, smiling up at him. 

“Angela!” he growled.

Tracing his abdominal muscles lightly with her fingertips, she whispered, “It’s not often I wake up next to someone.  Can we just lie here for a moment?” 

He tugged her closer, dropping a kiss on the top of her tangled mess of curls.  “Just a few minutes,” he breathed, “then we need to get moving.” 

“Mmkay,” she agreed, placing a soft kiss on his chest.  Chase tipped her chin up and, leisurely, lowered his head to hers, giving her time to pull away before pressing his lips against hers, exploring her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. 

“Time to get up, babe,” he ordered a few minutes later.  Grumpily, she complied, tossing him a dirty look for making her move. 

“Get dressed.”  He stripped off his shirt, and Angela stopped to stare at his naked chest.  “Babe.”  He lifted her chin with a finger, shaking his head at her lack of focus before swatting her on the butt to move her along.

The small tap jarred her back to reality and she demanded, “Are you insane?”  Pulling on her tangled strands of hair, she headed for the bathroom.  “You don’t really think I can just get dressed and go, do you?  Managing this mop takes time and energy.” 

“Fifteen minutes,” he called out as she shut the door.

True to his word, precisely fifteen minutes later, Chase pounded on the door.  “Move it, Angel!”

Angela opened the door wearing just a towel, and Chase inhaled sharply.  She pushed past him, rifling through her clothes.  Tossing yesterday’s panties aside with a grimace, she yanked on her jeans under the towel and then slipped into her bra.  She topped the outfit off with Chase’s spare blue button down shirt tied at her waist.

As she turned around, Chase grabbed her, settling his hands on her waist and playing with the shirt tails. “I don’t recall you asking to borrow my shirt.  I think you should give it back.”

“In your dreams,” she retorted, covering his hands with hers. 

“Umm, hmm.  Right now, you have the starring role,” he breathed, his lips only a hair away from her own. 

Rising to her tiptoes, she kissed him briefly.  “Hmm, maybe someday you’ll find out if reality trumps your dreams.”  She skipped to the door, relishing the fact that she had surprised him.  Chase yanked her back, kissing her with bruising force, practically devouring her, before stepping back. She stumbled slightly, her eyes glazed with passion and her lips swollen.

“Now, we’re ready to go,” he smirked, before gathering their things and pulling her out the door. 

“Hey!” she complained.  “This dragging me around thing has to stop. I’m not that kind of girl.”  But I sure wish I was.  I wouldn’t mind him dragging me to bed and keeping me there for an extended stay.  Shit, I need to get my act together.  He’s made his feelings pretty clear.  Besides, I should be focusing on Dad, not my nonexistent love life.

“Then keep up,” he advised keeping a firm grip on her wrist.  “What kind of girl are you referring to?” he asked as they stepped into the elevator.

“You know, the ones that like the strong, domineering man.  That attitude just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Right,” he drawled out the word, an undercurrent of amusement lacing his voice.  “So, I don’t turn you on at all, babe.  ‘Cuz I guarantee that’s exactly the kind of man I am and so far, you seem to like it.”

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Whew... 

Thanks for sharing with us Jacquie! Angel on Fire sounds like a great read. 

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