Eleven sexy, new stories in Sexy to Go, Volume Five

Volume Five includes

Dreamwalker: This Time

by Pamela Moran

Something is stalking Tessa's dreams. Is Cole, her Dreamwalker ex-lover, willing to risk his heart to save her, or has that bridge been completely burnt to ashes?

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Fog swirled in the gloominess, its tendrils stretching and wrapping around Tessa’s legs. She stood on a hill overlooking a wide valley littered with dim lights in the distance.

This was a dream.

Only a dream.

She rotated her shoulders and tried to ignore the throb in her left arm. In daylight hours, the gash had appeared as an old scar. But she’d never been hurt there. Except in last night’s nightmare.

Now, the wound ached as if new.

Only a dream.

This didn’t mean a damn thing.

She settled on the ground, arms around her bent knees. High ground. Above everything. Away from everything. The better to see anyone or anything approaching.

At least that was her working theory.

Her regular day had been intense. That sense of being followed had strengthened to the point she’d wondered if she’d picked up yet another stalker. In spite of what she’d told Cole in his dream the night before, she didn’t feel as if she’d overreacted.

Someone or something followed her.

And she had no idea why.       

Sleep terrified her.

She’d kept the lights in her bedroom on and had stayed awake as long as she could, but obviously had succumbed.

Just a dream.

A low growl from somewhere behind her sent shivers up her spine and coursing through her blood.

Wake up.

Not working. Okay, then. She was a damn researcher. Find the logic.

This was a damn dream and whatever owned that growl couldn’t hurt her.

Her arm throbbed.

Right.

Logic didn’t work in dreams.

The fog thickened. Coiled around her body. Coldness seeped through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and even the heavier denim of her jeans.

She swallowed once. Wake up.

Fur, rough and bristly, brushed her right arm then slid behind her to rub against her left arm.

Crap.

Her movements slow, she angled her head to glance at the ground to her side.

Yellow eyes blazed from the darkness, held her gaze. A warm wetness scraped her arm, like damp sandpaper. Or a big cat’s tongue.

Cole! The scream stuck in her throat.

She squeezed her eyes closed.

“Shh. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Cole’s words whispered against her ear. His arms tightened around her. “I have you.”

Brightness pressed against her eyelids and she opened her eyes a slit. Light shone from a lamp in the corner. No shadows. No fog. No big cat, or whatever the hell it was, wanting to devour her.

Shakes racked her body.

“Hey.” Cole rubbed his big hands up and down her arms. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Safe. She nodded. Kept nodding. Lord, she had to move. Adrenaline spiked. She pushed out of Cole’s arms. Shoved her hands through her hair.

Swung around to face him.

God, he was still so damn handsome. So appealing. So hard to resist. Those shadowed eyes. So full of concern and caution.

Could she blame him?

For the concern or the caution?

She spun away.

Safe.

Yes, she was safe here. Had always found safety with Cole.

Her rock.

Back when. Before her own demons had gotten in her way. In their way.

 *****

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Volume Six, available on June 30th, is up right now for PRE-ORDER!

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Sexy to Go has ten great stories this month!

 

Volume Four includes Dreamwalker: Touched

by Pamela Moran

Sent to protect a local lawman from a Cartel Dreamwalker, FBI agent Shaye Taggart is shocked to find the tables turned as sexy Sheriff Hawkins walks right into her dreams.

*****

Everett Hawkins stood in the open door of the local diner. He ignored the siren scent of fresh baked bread and instead took his time scanning the interior. 

Three in the afternoon and the place was still packed. This is what notoriety will get you. Small, Southern town. Murder. Mexican cartel. People were curious. Curious enough to make the trip. Meant lots of press.

And people of the press.

He was sick of them all.

A tall, willowy redheaded woman bumped into him. “Excuse me.”

He glanced down at her. Took a second look. Blue eyes, as blue as his favorite lake on a bright spring afternoon, stared up at him. Big, blue eyes with a bare hint of challenge.

Great. Another reporter.

He frowned at her.

Her chin lifted but one side of her mouth tilted upwards and a slight sparkle lit those eyes. “You’re blocking the door, Sheriff.”

The other part of notoriety. His face all over the damn place. Even without a uniform, every damn stranger to town knew he was the law. 

With an inclination of his head, he stepped to one side to let the redhead pass. He also went back to studying the interior of the diner, dismissing her presence.

He had no time for reporters. No patience.

“Sheriff.” Her voice low and husky, she leaned towards him as she stepped towards the door. Her scent, fresh and at the same time exotic, filled him. “I need to talk to you.”

“I bet you do.” He took a step away without bothering to look at her. 

She touched his forearm. Electric heat coiled where her fingertips met his bare skin. “It’s about your dreams.”

“Excuse me?” Mimicking her earlier words, he glanced at the hand resting on his arm then into those lake blue eyes. 

“Your dreams.” That chin lifted more, but the sparkle in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something with a bit more heat. “Or should I say nightmares? The ones putting those dark circles under your eyes, leaving you vaguely unsettled and worried once you wake up. Too early, I might add.”

“Really?” He studied her a bit closer. The thin, light brown leather jacket she wore stopped below her waist. Although she didn’t carry a purse or a reporter’s notebook, that didn’t mean a damn thing. Especially with modern cell phones and their ability to record just about anything. And that slight bulge under her jacket could be a cell phone. Or something else. “Not much of a leap, considering what’s been happening around here.”

She pulled her hand away and a sudden coolness enveloped his arm.

Strange, but he’d examine that later. From her back pocket she pulled a business card. How, he had no idea, since he’d swear those jeans had been painted on those long legs. 

He took the card. Standard government issue. 

Shaye Taggart. FBI, Special Agent. 

*****

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Sexy to Go is back with twelve new stories this month!

 

Volume Three includes Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction

by Pamela Moran 

 

Law of attraction takes on a completely different meaning when Audra gets pulled into the dream of the sexy man she’s just met.

Can she and Trigg hold on long enough to figure out what’s real?

*****

 

Audra Keller rubbed the tension spot between her brows. She loved her mom, but after flying cross county and then driving over two hours to get here, to take care of her injured mother, having to stand in for her at this installation dinner was fast giving Audra a headache. And she hadn’t even made it through the doorway, much less found her seat or feasted on the watery salad or rubber chicken they served at these type of functions.

Not like she wasn’t at loose ends right now, though. After her Dreamwalker partner with the PSI undercover agency had been shot last month, he’d been ordered to stand down for a minimum of two months. Maybe more. As his anchor in real time, that left her schedule wide open.

Which didn’t change the fact Mom owed her big time.

Unless this was all some sort of secret plan her mother had concocted. Break a leg. Get Audra home. Marry her off to the absolute perfect choice in son-in-laws.

No, that took conspiracy theories too far, even for Audra’s mother.

But damn, what she wouldn’t give to have her gun with her. Her real gun. Not that baby derringer in the tiny little bag Mom had insisted she carry. But she couldn’t hide her real gun anywhere in this dress.

The things she did for her mother.

A man, several people in front of her, shifted to lean forward and press both hands on the check in table and into the personal space of the woman checking people off the list. “I don’t have all evening. Why are you taking so damn long? Step it up already or find someone who can actually do the job.”

Joy. Mr.Sourpuss Jones. Science teacher. Bane of Audra’s high school years. Mr. There’s No Such Thing as psychic ability. How many times had he ridiculed her? Left her feeling inadequate, like a freak on display.

“Mr. Jones.” Audra straightened then lifted her chin when he swung that narrowed, myopic gaze towards her.

Recognition and something else flickered in his eyes.

She resisted the urge to shrink into herself. High school had been more than a few years ago and he was being an asshole. “Mr. Jones —”

“Clyde, are you offering to help check people in?” A tall, broad shouldered man, an Adonis really, in a dark suit stepped from out of nowhere and clasped a hand on Mr. Jones’ shoulder. “That’s awfully kind of you but I’m sure it’s under control. Why don’t you find your seat?”

Mr. Sourpuss met Audra’s gaze as he swung around. His eyes darted between her and the taller man and his lips thinned into a straight line before he stalked away.

“Disaster averted.” Mr. Even More Gorgeous Up Close smiled at the woman behind the table.

The woman, tears shimmering on her lashes, beamed at him. “You always know how to handle these tricky situations, Trigg.”

Trigg.

Interesting name.

While Trigg was busy with the woman, Audra let her gaze roam over his physique. Maybe this function wouldn’t be quite so boring or painful after all. Those broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and while the suit jacket hid his ass, those suit pants showed off a fine, muscular pair of thighs. Tanned skin, light brown hair kissed gold by the sun, eye candy at its finest.

Not hard to look at, at all.

He turned and caught her gaze with his warm blue eyes. Her heart skipped at the same moment her breath caught.

Well, shit.

That’s a bit too interesting. Too intense.

His eyes crinkled in the corners. “You’re Gayle Keller’s daughter.”

Statement. Not question. “And you know that, how?”

The smile that started with his eyes twitched at his firm lips. “Pictures on her mantle. On her desk at the flower shop. On her phone. And —”

“Got it. You know my mother.”

The full blown smile was killer. Totally deadly, aimed straight at her. “And I’ve wanted to meet you for awhile now. I’m glad you were able to make it tonight.”

She ignored the hand he held out, pretended not to see it because she sure as hell wasn’t touching him. This kind of internal reaction, just from looking into his eyes, meant she needed to stay far away from him. With a short dip of her chin, her dark hair, somewhat longer in the front, fell forward as she cut her gaze to the woman behind the table, the woman way too interested in this exchange. “Keller —”

“Oh yes, Audra. I already have you checked in. Trigg, she’s at your table, could you show her the way?” 

Damnation and then some. Conspiracy theory on definite overload.

*****

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While Elsie might not be that far back, her story came out in November 2013, the idea was conceived several years before. Not just Elsie, but the entire PSI premise was an idea floating around in my head for years before Elsie's Secret was published.

The Institute for Psychic Studies - IPS - is ran inside an old, stone mansion on extensive grounds in a remote area of Minnesota. This is where professors, teachers and scientists work to find answers to the whys and wherefores of human psychic ability. This is also where Calea Fontaine (Gavin's Woman) works as a teacher and where Gabe Nicholetti (Blind Sight) was raised.

However, IPS is also a cover for a private, secret agency - the PSI -  operating in tandem with the federal government. The PSI work in the background to defend and shield unwary victims against the twisted underside of a psychic society bent on exploiting an unsuspecting, mundane civilization.

Because Elsie was the first of the PSI stories, she has a soft spot in my heart. I hope you'll check her out, and the entire PSI world!

~Pam

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Sexy to Go is back with eleven new stories!

Volume Two includes:

DREAMWALKER: NightScape

by Pamela Moran

Reggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive.

 

Dark. Forbidding.

Shadows everywhere.

Cliff Braxton rolled his shoulders.

For a dream world, this place seemed dreary. Depressive.

Understandable, considering someone had attempted to kill the dreamer less than twelve hours ago.

Cliff’s mouth tightened as he again surveyed the shadows.

Lee Jacobs. Buddy, agent, fellow Dreamwalker.

Dammit. Friend or not, Cliff shouldn’t have been able to enter Lee’s dreams so easily, without an invitation, without any real pushback. Didn’t bode well for Lee’s current state of health. Or his survival.

Lee had come out of surgery. They’d found the bullet. No actual word on his prognosis. Wait and see.

With a hard shrug, Cliff shoved his senses outward, pushing at the boundaries of Lee’s dreamscape. Wait and see wasn’t a normal part of Cliff’s vocabulary. Not when a friend lay unconscious. When that buddy might die, unable to tell them who had done this and why.

No, Cliff wasn’t waiting. Those answers might well lay in Lee’s subconscious. Might be accessible through the dream portal.

A big maybe.

But it beat the hell out of wait and see.

And maybe he could find a way to bolster Lee’s defenses. Bolster from the inside, add a layer of inner protection.

Worth a shot.

Cliff took a cautious step forward into that dark, shadowy land. No structure to speak of, nothing to anchor this into any semblance of reality. No buildings. No trees. Nothing but various shades of darkness stretched out and leaching any semblance of color from the landscape.

Nothing but shadows.

But –

There. A few feet to the left, under a particularly dark and misty area. He stilled. Tested the area with his senses.

Something breathed.

Crap.

He wasn’t alone in Lee’s dream.

*****     

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4.5 Stars 

Sebastian Alexander is good at keeping secrets. Turns out, Elsie's better.

A covert PSI agent, Sebastian once let his secrets come between him and the woman he still loves. Finding her prowling around where she doesn't belong turns his simple reconnaissance into a rescue mission threatening to blow everything apart. Is he willing to risk his secrets to save her life?

Elsie Quartermaine has one goal. Save her nephew from a sadistic kidnapper. Sebastian is the one man who can help her. But divulging her secret puts more than her life in jeopardy. Can she trust Sebastian with her nephew’s life? Her own? What about her heart?

As dawn creeps over the horizon, can they find enough trust in each other to stay alive?