Welcome to the 10th stop in Donna
Michael’s Book Tour for Captive Hero.
She has two great prizes she’s offering up on this blog tour. After you
read about her book, stop by the bottom of this tour stop to find out how you
can win
a free download of any of Donna’s backlist, plus a $15 Amazon Gift Card!
Test
flying an invisible plane—unreal
Time-shifting
to WWII—unbelievable
Capturing
a hero—unavoidable.
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When
Marine Corps test pilot, Captain Samantha Sheppard accidentally flies back in
time and inadvertently saves the life of a WWII VMF Black Sheep pilot, she
changes history and makes a crack decision to abduct him back to the present.
With the timeline in jeopardy, she hides the handsome pilot at her secluded
cabin in the Colorado wilderness.
But convincing her sexy, stubborn captive that
he is now in another century proves harder than she anticipated—and soon it
becomes difficult to tell who is captor and who is captive when the more he
learns about the future, the more Sam discovers about the past, and the
soul-deep connection between them.
As their flames of desire burn into overdrive,
her flying Ace makes a historical discovery that threatens her family’s very
existence. Sam’s fears are taken to new heights when she realizes the only way
to fix the time-line is to sacrifice her captive hero...or is it?
Can love truly survive the test of time?
Excerpt:
What the hell was he
holding? A slingshot?
A very expensive, sexy
slingshot. No, Mitch’s mind insisted. It was underwear. Samantha had a
matching top. His gaze shot to the purple bra. The skimpy scrap of satin had to
be underwear. Fuck me. His mind instantly conjured up a vision of the
temptress wearing the decadent scraps. His groin dutifully hardened.
Damn, sexy spy.
Spy…
His gaze sought the
purple satin in his hand again. Son-of-a-bitch! Maybe it was both. Underwear
which doubled as a weapon. A small shaft of admiration broke through his haze.
Ingenious.
“Um, if you’re done
inventorying my bag, I’d like my clothes now.”
He dropped the slingshot
at the same time his gaze ricocheted to the towel-wrapped agent dripping in the
bathroom doorway.
Holy mother of God.
She was naked. Thanks to
him.
In a towel. Thanks to
him.
Dripping in the doorway.
Thanks to him.
Try as he might, Mitch
couldn’t get his mind past those facts. The same thoughts shot through his head
over and over again. Probably because the sight of the sexy vixen sent all the
blood rushing to his groin—where it now throbbed with painful precision.
Damn. She was pin-up
worthy. The fierce urge to nibble, stroke, and lick had him squirming in his
seat. That…and his zipper bit unmercifully into his swollen dick.
“Well, Captain?”
He blinked and attempted
to focus on her face. Nothing doing. What a pair of gams. His gaze stayed glued
to the legs he had known would be a sin to cover. Long and lean, curvy and supple,
they gleamed under the glow of the fire since the sun had set. I should be
the only thing allowed to cover those beauties.
Shit. Where the hell had
that thought come from?
“Yo? Captain? Earth to
captain? My eyes are up here.”
He heard her words,
followed by a clicking noise. Mitch blinked again, and realized the woman was
not only snapping her fingers, she was smiling.
“That’s better,” she
said. “So, can I have my clothes back?”
“No.”
Hah! That wiped the
smile from her smug face. Shit. Wait. Now she was striding closer, green gaze
glistening like twin emeralds, a bounce rippling through gorgeous, full
breasts, despite the tightly wrapped towel.
“No?”
Heaven help him, she
grabbed the edge of the table and leaned closer. His mind went blank. What a
view! Her delectable cleavage and all that silky skin filled his horizon. She
was flawless, supple and he wanted desperately to explore.
“What do you mean, no?”
Yes…
“Captain!”
He jumped, and
reluctantly ripped his gaze from her mind-drugging curves. “What?”
“I want my clothes. Now.”
She reached for a pile.
But he was quicker. He grabbed her wrist, and a damn fission shot through his
body again. What the hell? She yanked free and stepped back.
Ignoring the pounding in
his veins—and both heads—he slowly rose to his feet, positioning himself
between her and the table. Hell if he’d allow her to take anything until he
knew it was safe.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Oh, for crying out
loud.” She groaned. “It’s just my clothes.”
His brows shot up. “Really?”
He reached behind him for the strange little packet of pills he’d found. “Then
where the hell do you wear these?”
A small smile tugged at
her lips, and son-of-a-bitch, a spot of color seeped into her cheeks. She was
blushing. Why was she blushing? Spies don’t blush. Do they?
“You don’t wear them.
Y-you take them.”
He waved the packet. “No
shit.” What did she think, he was an idiot? His heart hammered and he wondered
just what she’d planned on doing with the pills. He stared hard at his blushing
abductor, but spoke soft. “You plan on drugging me, Samantha?”
Amusement flittered
through her remarkable eyes. “No. Not unless you’ve grown a pair of ovaries.”
There wasn’t anything
funny about…Wait? Ovaries? He glanced at the pills.
“They’re my birth control
pills, Mitch. Give me them.” She stepped closer and reached for the packet.
Birth control what? He held the
pills out of her reach and frowned down. “Control birth?” Shit. “Are you
pregnant?” Cripes, he hoped not. Not after the way he manhandled her today.
“No!” She shook her
head, her shoulders rounding in exasperation. “I’m not pregnant. The pills prevent
pregnancy.”
Was that even possible?
Maybe. He wouldn’t put anything past the Germans.
He folded his arms
across his chest, his body heating before he even got the words out. “So, you are
planning to seduce me.”
“What? Oh for the love
of…” Her mouth clamped shut, eyes glittered and body stiffened. “If you must
know, I need the hormone therapy to help with cysts. I have to take one pill a
day at the same time every day, and I’ll need one first thing in the morning.
Now, give me my damn pills!”
Before he could react,
she lunged for the packet and gripped the bottom edge. Damn, she was fast. He pulled
while she tugged, and he tried desperately to ignore the soft curves brushing
his body or the mouthful of wet hair tickling his face. God, she
smells great. More vanilla. He inhaled and a layer of warmth increased the
heat already throbbing inside. Touching her was out of the question. He’d just
have to keep twisting and lifting.
Several more seconds of
sweet torture and he finally got the upper hand. Success. He ripped the pills
from her grasp.
“Dammit, Captain,” she
growled, her warm breath hitting his chin.
Didn’t the woman know
how to give up? Apparently not. She continued her delicious assault, pressing
against him, reaching, trying to crawl up his body for the damn packet. Fuck.
She was potent.
And naked.
All the struggling
loosened the towel which softly thudded on to his right foot.
“Shit!” She released him
and bent down to grab the wayward towel, brushing his throbbing body along the
way.
He went still. Very
still. He didn’t even dare to breathe. But he did look. Oh, hell yeah, he
looked.
The whole right side of
her was in his line of vision. Her smooth back and fantastic ass mesmerized,
drew him in until he became dizzy from not breathing. He closed his eyes and
gulped in air. Damn, the things he wanted to do to her. Eyes opening, he stared
at the naked beauty clutching the towel in front of her in a feeble attempt to
cover up.
Too late. He saw every
last glorious inch of the front of her body. God, she was mouthwatering.
And hairless…
How? His racing pulse
stopped for two beats, then tripped into hyper speed. She was unhindered. No
hair. Nothing. Just smooth, soft, silky…
His gaze lingered in the
barely concealed section where her hand now held the towel in place. Was it a
German thing? Hell, it didn’t matter. A strong urge to touch her and taste her,
to sink deep inside tore through his body with unrelenting force. He fought
back a groan. Fuck. He was hard enough to pound spikes into concrete.
“P-please, Mitch,” her
soft plea rattled him.
Make that railroad ties.
His dick was hard enough to pound railroad ties. With one swing. And no hands.
He dragged more air into his lungs, praying it would unfog his brain as he
slowly lifted his gaze to her face.
Captive Hero --Book One in
my Time-shift Heroes Series: is available
now at Amazon. The second book –Future
Hero will release this summer.
I
also currently have a novella out through The Wild Rose Press. Cowboy-Sexy is part of their Honky Tonk
Hearts Series, and is now available in several eBook formats. And on Amazon for KINDLE
A little bit about Donna…
Multi-published in eBook and print, I write from
short to epic, sweet to hot across several romance genres through The Wild Rose
Press, Whimsical Publications, and this book--Captive Hero marks my first foray into self publishing.
I’m married to a military man for over
twenty-six years. We have four children, several rescued cats, and live in
Northeastern Pennsylvania, where we enjoy all four seasons…although, I’d love
to enjoy summer a bit longer and winter a bit less.
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~Donna
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I cant wait to read this one! Thanks!
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