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The Plotting Princesses Welcome Jerrie Alexander!!

Welcome Jerrie Alexander to The Plotting Princesses! I already know Jerrie is an amazing writer. Being my critique partner, I get to read every word she writes. I wanted to know more about her than I could find in the pages of her dark, gritty romantic suspense books (which have kept me up late way too many times because she keeps me on the edge of my seat). She was gracious enough to answer my questions and share a bit about her new release with us.


Q - If you could be one of the Greek Goddesses, which one would you be?

A - Aphrodite, Goddess of love, beauty, desire, and pleasure! She immediately popped into my head. My only issue with her is she's usually depicted naked, and I'm not brazen enough to bare all. But if I'm the Goddess, I can change the rules. Right?

Q - What is your favorite quote? 

A - That's a tough one because there are so many. But one I really like:  “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” 

-Mahatma Gandi

Q - If you were a superhero, what would your super power be?

A - I'd like the power to alter people's minds. Mean and cruel people could be altered and their minds channeled to do good. Okay...that's too mushy! Maybe I'd be better off with the power to travel back and forth through time. Then I could covertly prevent some of the disasters that have happened.

Q - What’s the best piece of advice anyone’s ever given you?

A - Never give up. It's old but true.

Q - Skittles or Hershey’s Kisses? 

A - Seriously? There's only one possible answer to your question. :) Hershey's Kisses.

Bonus question:

Q - As the official taste tester of Bread Pudding, who has the best?

A - We went to New Orleans on vacation a few years back. My mission was to eat bread pudding at every stop we made even if I had to get it to go and eat it later. Mr. B's Bistro in the French Quarter was my favorite. Even though I don't put raisins in my bread pudding, I loved them in this desert!  

 

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Blurb:

A woman in trouble. A man she loves but can't trust.

When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.

Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. He seems to also have forgotten the brand he left on her heart.

When Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her...but will he be in time?

 

Excerpt:

A chill slammed into her. Again, somebody’s eyes on her sent a shiver up her arms. She whirled.

A black Harley was parked down the block. She paused at the rear of the car and stared at the rider. Odd that he’d parked away from the funeral crowd and sat there watching. Damn, the black visor didn’t stop the burn as his gaze bore down on her. Her breath caught. Was this the man who’d saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man sat motionless.

She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this was her ninja, she’d demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands.

He turned to face her, and her heart rate raced toward the ozone.

“Hello, Kaycie.”

Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Really here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him.

“Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer.

“Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin.

A split-second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth. 

“Don’t touch me,” she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.”

“You hugged me.” His eyes went wide and he held his hands up in surrender.

Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. Obviously, she didn’t hit him hard enough. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks.

“Why are you following me?” Her knuckles hurt like hell, but he’d never know.

“What?” He held his hands in front of him, palms up. “No good to see you, Nate? No how you been? No nothing.”

“I’ll try this again, slower. Why. Are. You. Fol—”

“We need to talk.” The fun left his gaze. The sparkle dimmed to seriousness.

She stepped further away and sent him a glare designed to blister his flesh from head to toe. Unaffected, he picked up the cell phone earpiece she’d knocked off and reattached it to his ear while never taking his navy blue eyes off her.

“No, we don’t. Thank you for saving my life. Now do what you do best. Go away.” She spun on her heel. Rubbing her now swelling hand, Kay stalked straight to her waiting friend.

“You okay?” Holly asked over the top of the car before she slid behind the wheel.

“If I didn’t break my fist on his cement jaw, I will be.” Kay stabbed her seatbelt a second time before fastening it properly. She cursed the tears welling. Cursed the feel his warm body imprinted on her breasts. Cursed the memories that sent her heart spinning.

Holly dropped her .380 in her purse.

“Did you take that in church this morning?”

“Yep. God knows I carry. And the law gave me a permit. Glad I had it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going down when you hit him. Who was the hunk?”

“Nate Wolfe.”

“Holy shit. The guy from college?”

“The same. He’s been watching me. I’m sure of it.”

“I should’ve shot him.” Holly punched the gas pedal, ignoring the speed bumps.

“Thanks for having my back. And for getting the concealed carry license.”

“I’m never without protection. Or a gun.” Holly chuckled at her own joke. “Where to?”

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