It's been a busy week for Crescent Moon Press news!
I have another great book I want to tell you about, complete with an excerpt that will make you want more. Seriously! And check out this cover - those CMP artists do wonderful work. (I can hardly wait to see what they come up with for my book!)
On The Run
A Tale of the Holy Water
Warriors, Book 1
by Marne Ann Kirk, Fantasy and Paranormal Romance
Fomorian Hells are about to break loose on earth, making human souls the daily
special, if the Tuatha de Danaan can’t stop it.
a Celtic demi-goddess hiding from her destiny in small-town Colorado, wants
nothing to do with her mother’s forgotten realm or the drama of a battle of the
gods. And Merric is forbidden fruit she’s too smart to taste.
leader of the Tuatha de Danaan warriors, has other plans. Teagan holds the key
to salvation, for both him and their worlds, whether she wants to or not. He’ll
do whatever it takes to convince her of her duty.
can he find the key to her heart?
“Goddess On the Run has
everything a reader could ask for—Teagan, a heroine gutsy yet vulnerable,
Merric, a hero willing to die for his soulmate and their child, and a High
Deamon threatening to destroy the thing they hold most dear. Kirk has fashioned
a story both action-packed and romantic with characters that will stay with you
long after their adventure is over.” Jeanne
Stein, Best-Selling Author of the Anna Strong Chronicles
And - as promised - an excerpt from the beginning of the story. (LOVE THIS!!!)
Goddess on the Run:
fan-friggen-tabulous. Not even halfway through her shift and Teagan had an
Of course, this moron's lack of
respect for personal boundaries was why she'd gotten this table of five. The
girls had named her The Enforcer for a reason.
She'd let him play for a moment.
He wasn't hurting her, after all. But soon he'd pay, and she'd make certain it did hurt him.
Yep, a little public
humiliation, and he’d never touch another lady without her permission again.
But first, money. A girl had to
have her priorities.
"Can I get you boys
anything else?" she asked, setting a Corona in front of each of them.
The Friday night band sang
their standard classic, "Friends in Low Places," and several patrons
whooped or sang along. Lively crowd tonight--at least a couple hundred cowboys,
college kids, tourists, and locals were bound to mean good tips. Everyone was
lookin' for love.
Blondie, the man sitting across
the table from where she stood, smiled and tossed down a hundred dollar bill.
Mr. Hands, on her left, inched
his grope further up the back of her inner thigh. If he went any higher, he'd
be fondling parts of her only seen by her doctor and her vibrator.
She snapped her teeth into a
grin, ignoring Mr. Hands, as she pulled the Jose Gold from one holster on her
costume’s gun-slinger's belt and six shot glasses from the cartridge loops on
the other hip. Between the rowdy saloon atmosphere and the waitressing
costumes--leather vest, gunfighter's belt over short-shorts, Stetson cowboy hat
and boots--it was no surprise Tommie's Knockers drew the largest crowd in the
Someone cursed a stream of words
his mama would’ve washed his mouth out for, on the other side of the main
stage. Chaos exploded in the far section of the bar as a chair shattered and a
beer bottle exploded--probably on some poor fool’s head. A girl screamed and Teagan straightened up,
glancing over. The bouncers didn’t need her help, though. Six were already
hustling over and stepping in, pulling two men apart and bringing things back
to order. It was under control.
So why did she feel on edge
tonight? Like all hells were about to break loose.
"If you're buying one for
me too, sugar," she said, shaking it off and bringing her attention back
When he nodded, she twisted the
cap off the bottle, pouring tequila into each glass before sliding them around.
The shot glass she slid to Mr. Hands barely stayed on the table. Damn. She'd hoped to distract him from
his blind-man's examination of her butt--no such luck.
Nope. Yesteryear’s Quarterback
just kept on going with one hand, like her backside was his winning season’s
She lifted her shot, saluted
the men, and tossed it back. Oh, it burned good. Too bad her kind couldn't get
drunk on human alcohol. She could use a little something right now. Something
to dull the sudden itch along her spine, urging her to run without motive. She
wasn't fooled. Whenever she had that itch, there was a reason.
She forced herself to smile at
Blondie as she set her shooter back on the table, then tipped her head so she
could surreptitiously study the bar through the shield of her bangs.
Several men milled about the
dance floor, looking uncomfortable and awkward, while couples danced the
two-step around them. Nothing out of place about that in a bar.
Blondie slid the Franklin
across the table and tapped her hand. "Keep the change."
"Why thanks, baby. If you
need anything at all, raise your hand. See the brunette, Kelly, over by the
bar? She'll see to your every need." Teagan slipped the bill into a pocket
inside her vest.
Time to play enforcer, and just
in time. She needed to clean this mess up and go on break, if for no other
reason than to unwind and figure out why she felt this strung out. If she were
human, she’d worry she’d been slipped something, she was so twitchy.
Was it a full moon tonight?
She turned to face Mr. Hands,
leaning down slow and low, until his eyes were level with her cleavage.
He grabbed the sides of his
chair, leaning closer to her.
Right where she wanted his
hands--off her body.
She let her hair fall over one
shoulder. "Sweetie, sometimes a little naughty is nice, but every so
often, naughty goes, well, too far. Then it’s time for a little lesson in
manners. Are you up for a--” She licked her upper lip, sliding her hand up his
thigh until she almost brushed the bulge in his jeans. “Lesson?”
He flushed, throwing a
victorious grin at his friends. "With a body as hot as you? Hell, you can
teach me manners any time."
She brought her mouth to his
ear as the band finished their song. Perfect
"Then here's lesson one,
hon," she said in a stage whisper all his buddies would hear. She wrapped
his package in her palm and squeezed her hand into a fist around it--hard.
"Touch me or one of the
other girls again--," she tightened her grip even more.
His eyes bulged in pain, but he
sat frozen in place. Men tended to do that when you had them by the baby
"One more time, and I’ll
tear your nut sack from your body and feed it to an alley cat."
Such language, but some jerks
were also stupid and only understood crass.
Keeping him firmly in hand, she
looked at his friends and tilted her head. "I'd feed it to the dog, but
she'd barely notice the swallow."
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