Allana Angel Presents: Sweet Sexy Sadie

Title: Sweet Sexy Sadie

Author: Christine Young

Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Book Heat Level: 5

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From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.

EXCERPT

Sadie didn't know what to make of Brody. Exceptionally handsome and charismatic, he'd made her smile the first time she saw him sauntering down the road toward her. Good lord, but he looked as if he owned the world. Tall, tanned from the sun, amber-green eyes that sparkled as if he saw some light humor in everything. He was wiry and sleek; a quickness about him surprised her. His blue-black hair was tied back with a leather thong, his chin angular.

Perhaps he did own this part of the Sierra Madres. His family seemed to own most of this town.

Her research had brought her to this place, Cactus Junction. Now the prospect of getting to know an interesting man would be an added perk. In the bathroom she slipped out of her clothes and into a tepid shower. A few minutes later she emerged squeaky clean and ready for the next part of her adventure.

Unpacking her clothes and taking out her laptop, she opened it. What do explosive experts do?  Hmmm....

Why, they blow up things. What would he blow up around here?

Lord but that sounded crazy to her. Before typing in the necessary info to pull something up on Google, she leaned back, relaxing into her chair. The wallpaper was outdated, and the old fan complimented the air conditioning. She realized she liked the atmosphere.

Enough musing. Mining in the Sierra Madres. Let's see, it says here they mined silver as early as 1521.

Sadie scrolled down the paper. Ok… Montezuma, in 1492, was already drinking hot chocolate from goblets made of gold. Maybe she should be studying this instead of her research thesis. The migration of butterflies. Once she'd thought the topic was romantic. Chasing after butterflies…

So what are they doing now? Junior drilling companies… She wondered if that was what the McKenna Clan was, a junior company. How soon was too soon to ask? Probably not on their first dinner together. Knowledge brought power and she firmly believed everything happened for a reason. Then her chance encounter in this place was not a coincidence.

This says the companies are drilling to find the ore. So… Do they still need explosives? If not, he didn't do much for his day job. Perhaps the family had millions stashed away. At first glance this hotel was theirs and Brody had told her the land this town sat on belonged to them. But millions in the Caymans? Probably not.

She closed her laptop. Then leaning back, she shut her eyes and tried to cleanse her mind of all thought. A little catnap might be in order, but her heartbeat so fast she didn't think sleeping was a plausible scenario. Eager to meet the McKenna Clan and begin her research, her body was wound tight as a rubber band ready to snap.

The bag of chips in her purse seemed to call to her just after her stomach growled its discontent. Trying to ignore the excessive calories and her empty belly, she rose and wandered to the window. Dinner would be that much better if she waited. Outside, the sun still beat down and one could see heat waves decorate the street.

The air conditioner chose that moment to blow out cold air. Sadie wrapped her arms around herself then turned the monitor down a notch.

Back at the window she looked at the street below. A man walked down the sidewalk, and as he grew closer, he stopped and shielded his eyes then gazed up to her room. Sadie's breath caught in the back of her throat and another chill swept through her. This time it wasn't caused by the air conditioner. The sight of the man sent an eerie feeling to the pit of her stomach. She stepped back in an attempt to remove herself from his line of sight.

The knock startled her away from the window. She jumped, afraid it might be the man she'd just seen but knowing it wasn't.

"Sadie? Sadie, you in there?" Brody called from outside the door. Damn, but she'd recognize his voice anywhere. A smile crossed her face. She meant to forget the stranger.

"Come in." Sadie looked back to the street below. No one was there. Once again she rubbed her arms. She felt as if a ghost had just swept through her, leaving her cold from her core outward.

"You okay?" Brody stepped inside, looking concerned.

"No, I don't think so. I…" Pausing, she hesitated to tell him what had just happened. What she'd felt. He'd think she was crazy.

Allana Angel Presents: Cliff Hanger Saturday

Catching Meara is the introductory book to the McKenna Clan series. Jace McKenna is an FBI agent searching for serial criminals and profiling them. 

Meara Thorton was a feisty, world-class computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and shockingly given the chance to be their newly acquired technical analyst.  Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the loss of everyone she has cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a love she fought and a world she didn't know could possibly exist.

Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. The Apache shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned hotter than the blistering Sierra Madre sun. Jace knew the moment he caught Meara's scent she was his for eternity.

Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More says:

"Catching Meara is a superbly written mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The characters are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team that catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."

Rating: 4 cups out of 5

Back at the apartment everything was different. Now there was confirmation she really had a stalker on her doorstep. But he knew the man out there gunning for Meara was not a stalker. He was more positive than ever the being was, according to Native American legend, a yee naaldlooshii a skinwalker. Eating and sleeping took on a whole new perspective for Jace.

"I'm going to take a look around," Jace told her, clinching his fist, his inner cat growling at him to get moving.

He lightly touched her cheek, wishing he could pull her into his arms and everything would be fine. It wouldn't be until they caught the killer, or the man who stalked her. No one was sure if this was the same man, but according to Colton, the stalker did not have the same profile. He could sense the fear and the terror clashing within her.

"It's all right, don't be frightened. Everything will be fine." He wished he knew this was the truth. But he would take every precaution. "Don't go outside. Don't open the door for anyone except me. And whatever you do, don't go out on the balcony."

Her eyes fluttered and her arms wound around his neck. He wondered what she was thinking. "Just you be careful out there. Do you have all your weapons?"

It sounded as if she wanted to tack on mass destruction to that last question. "Yes," he said. 
"I have all of my weapons."

"I am absolutely terrified for you."

"Why is that?"

She shook her head then let it rest against his chest. "I care..."

He swept her up and into his arms then carried her to the bedroom, pulled back the quilt and laid her on the sheets. "I will join you as soon as I secure the area."

"Hurry," she said, but he was sure she would be sound asleep by the time he returned. "I will."

On the beach he disrobed then shifted. Returning as quickly as possible was at the top of his list. He didn't like leaving her alone, but his gut told him the unsub was nearby. He listened for any unusual sounds and sniffed the air. The solitary stillness alerted him. But he sensed nothing and that scared the hell out of him. Instinct told him there should be more night sounds. All he heard was the pounding surf. Not even the cry of a solitary seagull penetrated the night.

He didn't need to run, he needed to walk slowly, taking in everything the night presented him with. Somewhere over a dune, a seagull cried. Finally. He moved further around the complex and heard the roar of a car engine. Then that sound vanished into the night. Velvet darkness encompassed the evening. A partial moon stood guard over the ocean and the world. But what good would it do him if it failed to give warning of an intruder. His claws unsheathed and dug into the sand.

Jace padded down to the beach and walked along the tide line, trying to feel everything beneath his feet. Ever alert for sounds of imminent danger, his senses were heightened. Another seagull called overhead. The roar of the surf still roared against his eardrums. Seaweed dotted the sand along with small shells. What was he doing here when he could be in bed with Meara?

For a moment he was too lost in thought to notice the intruder. A shadow on top of a dune moved, a long eerie howl split the night. Jace could just make out the silhouette of a wolf. The form was too large for a coyote. Then it shifted to a man. He was pointing a gun at Jace. Springing into motion, he raced toward the man. Trying to turn himself into a difficult target, he darted back and forth.

Adrenalin pumped through his system. All he could think of was to get to the man before he disappeared again. Sounds of three gunshots ripped through the evening. His right fore leg gave out and a searing hot pain ripped through him. Beach and saw grass hit his face as he went down. 

Allana Angel Presents: The McKenna Clan

The McKenna clan are shapeshifter. They roamed the land when Pangea existed, ending up in the hills of Scotland. When their clan grew, many felt closed in and needed wide open spaces to roam. In the early 1800's, a group set sail for America where they settled in Texas. From Texas they expanded west.

Brody grew up in the Sierra Madre Mountains with two brothers and one set of twin sisters. When Sadie Monroe pops into his life, he knows he is in for a rocky ride.

From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours as they rode. The sky darkened and she thought she saw animals following them. But each time she looked the shadows vanished from sight. Somehow she felt warmed by their presence. No evil surrounded them; at least nothing that was tangible.

A full moon hung on the horizon and a tiny breeze ruffled her hair.

"Ready to stop for a midnight treat," Brody spoke looking over his shoulder. "Don't know about you, but I'm famished."

"What do you have in mind?" Her stomach growled at the thought of food. She imagined a big juicy hamburger.

"Momma's fingerlickin' good fried chicken. She packed a basket full of it and a canteen of cool clear water."

"I can't wait. Haven't had fried chicken for so long," she moved a bit on Sheba. For the last hour she'd tried to readjust her position so she wasn't uncomfortable. Nothing was working. "But..." she paused, wondering how she could approach the subject. "If I get off this beast, I'm not sure I can get back on it."

"We can walk a little, get the kinks out before we mount up again. I forgot you aren't used to riding."

"My butt hasn't forgotten a thing." Her concern was real. He intended to ride until the sun rose and that meant another couple of hours. A loud scream penetrated the stillness of the hour. "What..." She rose up on the horse and searched the surrounding area for the source.

"You won't see anything," Brody told her. "But it's nothing to worry about." "How..."
"Jaguar, they won't attack us."
"They," Once again, she'd just been reduced to one-liners. "And you know this

how?"
"I'm sure, come on, we'll stop in a few minutes. There's a stream up ahead and

the horses will have some grass to chow down on as well as water."
"Can we rest for a little while?" Sadie rubbed the small of her back with one

hand. She ached everywhere.
"An hour, you can take a nap if you want or I can give you a massage," his voice

was smooth, suave, and entirely too polished.
"What are you really thinking?"
“I'm a thinkin' you need your rest. It's all good. I'm not going to attack. We need to

make it to the cave before the sun gets hot." "Maybe I'm disappointed."

He roared with laughter. "When we arrive at our little cave, I'm just going to have to change that frustration."

"I hope you do." Her spirits picked up just thinking about what they would do together.