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Blue, Shannon Peters Reviews For TORRID TEASERS Volume 36 by RaeLynn Blue & Shannon Peters "RaeLynn Blue and Shannon Peters have teamed up to present readers with two fun-filled short stories that will keep their fans riveted to the pages with their new release TORRID TEASERS 36." 4.5 Blue Ribbon Review, Romance Junkies “OPERATION POISON MOONFLOWER by RaeLynn Blue, 3 Enchantments “Amador, a Bounty Hunter, is after the largest catch of all, Poison Moonflower. But after seeing her image repeatedly, his main goal may have changed. Emi Materio, also known as Poison Moonflower, only wants to become a civilian on Earth. So she fought in the wars, did her absolute best and earned the most kills. However, the cost of her freedom has gotten too high and now Emi has decided to buy her way home. She has a huge problem though - Amador. This story has the makings of a great book; however it now leaves the reader going: “that was too easy”. The author has talent and what details we are given are vividly told.” THE RESURRECTION by Shannon Peters, 4 Enchantments “Jessica Harper is on her way to get married, even though she fears it is to the wrong man. But her love and heart died in a plane crash and now Brad Carlton was gone. Jessica is in for a rude shock and doubts her sanity when the limo driver turns out to be none other than Brad. Now Jessica has to choose between Greg and Brad - Greg who was there when she needed him and Brad who still held the keys to everything including her heart and body. A quick pick me up, this story has the urge to race to the finish line. Definitely worth a quick read or two. These two stories combined together was a smart move. The first gets you going wanting more and the other takes you home.” BrandyWine, ENCHANTING REVIEWS Sample Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 36 by RaeLynn Blue & Shannon Peters Operation Poison Moonflower Falling back into routine, Amador dashed across the moon’s surface, the coordinates logged in for a small strip club called The Cat’s Meow. Even after two long weeks, his target remained Emi Materio, aka Poison Moonflower. Soldiers for both sides hung out at The Cat’s Meow when on leave, and having tracked her to this place, Amador hoped to find the crafty lieutenant, and collect the bounty. That had been the original idea, but over the last couple of weeks, he’d found himself falling in love with her, sort of. Her spirit, her determination to elude him, and her courage to abandon her post had all affected him in ways he couldn’t have anticipated. Everyone he talked to about her said the same thing. It took guts to do what she did, and well, now Amador wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to bring her in. The moon, dark and gray had been home to furious combat amongst the two Earth colonies that had decided to park there. And Lieutenant Emi Materio had been a part of that action until suddenly she vanished. The bounty on her head was for breaking ranks and fleeing her post. He thought back to the JPEG distributed of his prey. Moonflower was quite muscular—her arms were wrapped in rigid muscles. The standard issue, one-piece T’ahoro Army uniform skimmed over a curvaceous body, one not plump with excessive fat, but rather chiseled into a hard, sculptured, fighting machine. Even the expression on her face was one of quiet determination, a stubbornness that poured through her maple-brown eyes. She wouldn’t be easy to take down. Nope, not at all. Amador knew he’d just have to outsmart her—if possible. Trick her. It seemed within no time, The Cat’s Meow winking sign appeared. Amador parked his scooter, hurried over to the doors, and pushed through them—all while immersed in his own thoughts. He’d tracked her for over two weeks, and still nothing. So he would try the club again. Eddie, the bartender, tossed up a hand in a fleeting wave. All the stools held occupants and on the wire a soccer game played. The Venus Red Suns were stomping all over the Purple Plutonians. Well, from what he could make out—static kept rolling across the screen, skewing the picture. He headed back to the rear room of the club. There the girls danced for money. At one time in its history, The Cat’s Meow had been a gentleman’s club, but the gentleman had been stripped away by time, poverty and war. Now the place was simply a club and a haven for those operating in the world’s oldest profession—prostitution. The Resurrection She swallowed. Had she made the right decision in accepting Greg’s proposal? Her thoughts drifted to Brad. She had been so sure that he was the one, he was her Mr. Right. She had thought they were soul mates, the perfect match for each other. In the year they had lived together they had discussed marriage and having children. She didn’t consider that anyone else could ever have that same magical effect on her. Then she had received the terrible phone call, telling her that her beloved had died in the light plane crash. The pilot had also perished. Apparently the wreckage had been strewn across a great area, and due to the expanse and the inclement weather, only the pilot’s corpse had been recovered. All had conceded there was no way Brad could have survived the accident. He had been coming home from a skiing trip with his buddies, coming home to her, when it had happened. Her idyllic nirvana had become an all-consuming hell after that. She shuddered as she remembered the ensuing days. Days of dark, debilitating depression, the agony of just waking up to another day without him, and the personal sense of guilt that she was responsible, as he’d taken the flight home to be with her instead of traveling with his friends in the hired minibus. Wait a minute! She frowned. This wasn’t the way to the church. She watched as the hired car pulled into a dirt drive bearing no signage and showing signs of neglect. They had left her home and had been driving for a good half an hour before she’d felt the need for fresh air. Up until then she hadn’t paid any attention to the trip. From her home in Windsor that could mean they were anywhere. Or nowhere. The car pulled off to the side of a leaning shed that Jessica could only assume was meant to be a garage. She wouldn’t trust it to stand over the limousine either, if that was the driver’s concern. She watched in consternation as the driver’s door opened and the uniformed chauffeur got out and made his way to her door. Before she could say anything he had opened the door, climbed in and sat in the seat opposite her. Jessica’s jaw dropped. What the hell was going on? She hadn’t really paid attention to the driver when she’d gotten into the vehicle, but she could see that he was a handsome fellow. Admittedly it was difficult to tell as his visor was pulled down low and the reflective lenses of his sunglasses only threw her appearance back at her. A gloved hand slowly raised itself and removed the sunglasses. She gasped. |