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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Military Romance Week: Author Cindy Gerard (Excerpt/Giveaway)


When you think sizzling, action-packed romance with hot military bad boys then you probably think of Cindy Gerard! And guess what, for our Military Romance Event, Cindy has provided us with an excerpt from her upcoming release in the new One-Eyed Jacks series, Killing Time!


Killing Time
“We can do this easy,” she whispered close to his ear as he groaned in agony, “or it can go real hard on you.” Well, of course he wasn’t going to go easy.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cindy Gerard plunges readers into the heart of a seductive contest of wills between a hard-living hero and a beautiful rogue operative who is on a mission to dig up the secrets of his past. Tension sizzles in this pulse-pounding first adventure in Gerard’s action-packed new series as Eva Salinas lures Mike Brown from the sultry streets of Lima, Peru, to the desolate Idaho wilderness on the hunt for the cold-blooded traitor behind a fatal military operation that haunts them both.

Excerpt:
One-Eyed Jacks – Book 1

One-Eyed-Jack: \wen\-\’id\-\’jak\
Adjective:  1: being, of, pertaining to, a face card or cards on which the figure is shown in profile, such cards being the jack of spades, the jack of hearts   2: a loner who has a hard time trusting anyone   3: navy term for a greasy hamburger topped with a fried egg. Often served during midrats--midnight rations.


“Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.” ~~ Michel de Montaigne, February 28, 1533 – September 13, 1592,



KILLING TIME
Chapter 1

Lima, Peru
El Tocón Sangriento – the Bloody Stump – was a back alley, low rent cantina that hadn’t changed in clientele or décor since Mike Brown first set foot in the dump eight years ago.  The class of women, however, appeared to have catapulted to new levels.
He turned his back to the cracked, smoky mirror, a shot of pisco in one hand, a time worn Jack of Hearts in the other and propped his elbows behind him on the edge of the scarred bar.  Then he watched the dance floor with interest as one particular woman moved sensuously to the rhythm of a slow, Spanish guitar.
Absently flipping the playing card back and forth between his fingers, he squinted through the tobacco and marijuana haze at the dark-haired Latina beauty stirring up trouble and testosterone with the seductive sway of her hips.  She was way too hot for this dive.  And while he didn’t have a clue why she flashed her flirty smile his way, he wasn’t going to question his good luck. Just like he wasn’t questioning the reason he was tying one on like there was no tomorrow.
He tossed back the shot and exchanged it for a full one from the neat row of soldiers lined up on the bar behind him. Screw the fact that he’d been clean and sober for 364 consecutive days … a record he never seemed to beat.  Tonight, like every other July 15th since Operation Slam Dunk had gone south, he was getting flat-ass drunk.
The end of days.  That’s how he thought of the debacle in Afghanistan eight years ago.
‘Sobrietus interruptus’.  That’s how he thought of his annual commune with alcohol and self-pity.
Tonight he was holding a post mortem.  Throwing a pity party.  Conducting a wake for the friends who’d lost their lives eight years ago.  For the life and career he’d lost.
Hell, call it whatever you wanted – a guilt trip, grief, suppressed rage, self-destruction – he didn’t give a rip. It was happening. The only new wrinkle in his yearly bender was that it had started to look like he might also get laid.
Talk about poetic justice. He was already fucked up in the head … might as well make it a clean sweep.
Eyes on the prize, he slammed back one more shot, pocketed the bullet ridden playing card, touched the unlit cigarette tucked above his right ear for luck and pushed off the bar stool.  Then he tried like hell not to stagger as he walked unsteadily across the room toward the spicy little enchilada who seemed to only have eyes for him.  Big dark eyes.  A little sleepy, a little slutty, a lot interested.
Damn, she was something. Centerfold something. A petite, hot mess of raw sexuality.  Long, satin black hair escaped in sleek, bed-mussed strands from the silver clip she’d used to secure it in a loose knot on top of her head. Elegant neck.  Smooth, bare shoulders.  A lot of soft, caramel skin. And that red bustier – B cups not having a lot of luck harnessing a generous pair of C’s – worn with black spandex pants that stopped at her ankles where the straps of her four inch stilettos took over and played hell with the fit of his pants.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said. Because she was. And because he was too wasted to come up with anything original. He moved in close – crowded the hell out of her personal space – and the way she slid up real close and cuddly told him that she was totally fine with the invasion.
Hola,” she said, smelling sweet and musky and sexually charged as she tipped her head back with a bold, inviting smile and pressed those amazing breasts against his chest. “Nice bling.” A long-nailed fingertip – slick, shiny, red – tapped the diamond stud in his left ear, then lingered at the tip of his lobe.
“Nice…” he let his gaze slide down to that magnificent cleavage before easing back to her face… “smile.”
She laughed and tilted her head to the side in blatant invitation, giving him an even better view of all that dewy, soft flesh.
“Wanna take this somewhere private?” Just as well cut straight to the chase.
The lady knew what she wanted. “Thought you’d never ask,” she said, her English laced with sultry, lyrical Spanish. 
Her hand was small and hot – like the rest of her – when she took his and led him toward the back door. He followed like a love struck puppy, mesmerized by the smell of her hair and the sway of her hips and the way her sparkly purse hung from a silver chain looped over her shoulder and rhythmically bumped her gorgeous ass with every step she took.
Outside, the alley was as shadowy and dark as the desire that ripped recklessly though his groin. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a warning bled through his lust-induced fog, telling him to slow the hell down, reminding him that if he hadn’t been so drunk, he might have asked a few more questions. That maybe, if he added two and two together he might come up with something other than fournicate.
Just because he wanted her to be a working girl, didn’t negate the fact that she had way too much going for her in the plus column for that gig.  And just because he was drunk, didn’t mean he should let his guard down.  He started to rethink this entire proposition … but then she leaned back against the wall, gripped his t-shirt with both hands and pulled him flush against her.
Good-bye presence of mind.
She was all hot, wet, open mouth and ripe breasts rubbing up against him, her left leg wedging super sweet between his thighs and moving up and down over his rapidly expanding package as he pressed her against the wall with his body. 
He groaned and scrabbled for a hold on his sanity. “Maybe we should get a room, wild thing.”
She laughed, a husky, naughty purr and bit his lower lip. “That comes later, gringo … but you’re gonna come right now.”
Holy mother.
When she reached into her purse, another spike of alarm jabbed him out of his stupor.
“Condom.”  She flashed that dimpled smile and damn if he didn’t almost weep with gratitude.
What the hell. It was dark. He was gone. And all this lush woman heat had him hypnotized by the prospect of her doing him, right here beneath the flashing neon Quilmes sign.
He skimmed his palms down her sides, pressed the heels of his hands against her superior breasts then slid them lower again, gripping her hips and rubbing her against his raging erection.
All the while, she had one hand on her purse, while rooting around inside with the other.
“Damn, sweetheart. If you don’t find that thing soon the party’s gonna be over.”
Just then he got wind of a scent … and got sober real fast.
He grabbed her wrist, pressed her harder against the wall and pulled her hand out of her bag.  A loop of thin, stiff plastic dangled from her red tipped nails. 
“Well now.” He glanced at the flex cuffs. “Speaking of bling. I’m all for kinky sex, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to slap that bracelet on me.”
She wasn’t smiling now.
“And nice perfume, by the way. Eau du le gun oil?” He felt the outline of a pistol inside that sparkly purse. “Shoulda gone for Shalimar, chica … the smell of that stuff makes me stupid.”
“That’s not all that makes you stupid,” she muttered and jammed a knee hard into his gonads.
He doubled over with a gasp of pain, helpless to fight her when she yanked his arms behind his back, expertly looped the strip of plastic around both wrists, and jerked it tight.
“We can do this easy,” she whispered close to his ear as he groaned in agony, “or it can go real hard on you.”
Well, of course, he wasn’t going to go easy.
He drove a shoulder toward her midsection.  She dodged like a pro and he landed on his face in the alley's pocked, filthy pavement.
By the time he felt the prick of the needle in his neck, it was all over but the headache he knew he was going to have when he woke up. If he woke up.
Which, unfortunately, he did.



CHAPTER 2

When Mike finally came to and managed to blink through the cobwebs clouding his vision, three things registered in disjointed tandem … each one worthy of a nightmare. 
One – he was spread eagle on his back on a mattress in a room he recognized as standard fare fleabag hotel.  Two – flex cuffs bound his wrists above his head to the bars of an iron headboard.  And three – the woman staring at him in stony-eyed silence from a chair at the foot of the bed looked vaguely familiar.
And even though the only light in a room with mustard yellow walls and cracked plaster came from a low wattage bulb hanging from a frayed cord in the middle of the ceiling, very familiar, was the Beretta 92FS she held in a confident grip.  The gun was his which not only made him stupid, it made him officially – if not literally – screwed.
Interesting.  Sort of.  Because there was some good news here.  If she wanted to shoot him, she’d have done it by now. 
So if she didn’t want him dead, then what did she want?  And where, exactly, did he know her from?
He breathed deep.  Fought to remember.  Anything.  Then snapped to with a painful jolt when a memory as blinding as headlights cut through the fog.
Cantina.  Pisco.  Hot tamale.  Leading with his dick.
He clenched his jaw.  Dumb ass.  He’d let her get the drop on him.  She must have juiced him with something.  Yeah … he remembered the sting of the needle … stumbling down an alley, his arm slung over her shoulders, her arm around his waist ... falling into a cab … staggering down a narrow hallway, up a flight of stairs. 
Collapsing on a lumpy bed that smelled of mildew and cheap disinfectant and where – judging by the fact that he was still zipped and tucked – he was willing to give pretty good odds that he hadn’t gotten laid.
He framed her face between his boot tips, and squinted, trying to get a read on where this was going, who she might be.  But she’d stacked her deck rock solid with the three c’s – cool, calm, and in control.  Her unwavering gaze wasn’t giving anything away. He could still smell her above the low rent hotel room scent but gone was the sultry temptress with the bed mussed hair.  She’d pulled all that black silk into a sleek, utilitarian tail and bound it snug at the nape of her neck.  She’d also replaced her ‘slut suit’ with a blinding white t-shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of lace up leather boots that had seen a fair share of wear.  And yet, if you overlooked the gun, she was still damn sexy – in a kick-ass, GI Jane, ball-breaker kind of way.
But sexy didn’t hold much sway right now.  Too bad he hadn’t realized that half a dozen shots of pisco ago.
So … was she local policía?  No.  That didn’t fit. He’d be locked in a cell by now, most likely beaten, more likely dead. Besides, his nose was clean this trip.  And despite the Rambo-ette persona, she didn’t have enough sharp edges to be a hardnosed cop.  Not that he hadn’t been fooled by dangerous curves before.
Extortion?  Good luck, chica.  His plane was the only thing he owned of any value and that was hocked up to his eyeballs.  Woman scorned, then?  Did he know her from somewhere?  Had he done her wrong?  That didn’t fit either.  He wouldn’t have forgotten a face or a body like hers.
So … what?  What did she want? 
Nothing good.  The only thing he knew with any degree of certainty was that so far, he didn’t much like her agenda.
“Tell me what happened in Afghanistan,” she said without so much as a blink and absolutely zero warning.
And his heart stopped dead.



~*Giveaway*~
Cindy is graciously giving away one ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) of Killing Time to one reader. (US only, please). To enter, just leave a question or comment for Cindy on this post. Have you read any of Cindy's books? Who are some of your favorite characters & why? Are you looking forward to this new series? And then fill out the Rafflecopter below. Additional entries are available but not required. Good luck!

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48 comments:

Kim in Hawaii said...

Aloha, Cindy! What is the most unusual tidbit you learned from your military research?

Thanks for your support of military families!

Victoria said...

Do you have a favorite branch of the military? I think the Air Force is treated a bit nicer.
vsloboda(at)gmail(dot)com

Kassandra said...

Wonderful excerpt! Thank you for the chance.

Kassandra
sionedkla@gmail.com

Cindy Gerard said...

Aloha, Kim.
Unusual? Oh man. Not being from a military family everything about it is unusual LOL. What I find most admirable is the 'got your back' mentality. They talk the talk and walk the walk!

Cindy Gerard said...

Victoria - no favorite. My admiration runs deep for any man or woman in a military uniform who is willing to put it all out there for God and country.

Cindy Gerard said...

Hi Kassandra
I cannot tell you how much fun I had writing Mike's book. This guy has been badgering me to write his story since he walked on the scene in With No Remorse. And he was so worth it!

Cindy Gerard said...

This just in: KILLING TIME is an RT Top Pick. HOT. "Gerard Spins off a new series, One-Eyed-Jacks, featuring the survivors of a mission gone horribly wrong. Gerard’s name has become synonymous with high stakes and high action adventures that don’t skimp on either the romance or the thrills. A Gerard novel is always worth the time and money invested and this one (KILLING TIME) is no exception." Jill Smith RT

Christi Snow said...

I am so excited about this new series. I cannot wait! I love Cindy Gerard's writing style! smiles...

Heather Coulter said...

I've read everything by her; this has been on my TBR since it was announced - can't wait.

Patty1671 said...

I love all your books. Excited about this one.

Anonymous said...

Hi Cindy!! I have all your books on my keeper shelf, but my favorite is Show No Mercy with Gabe! He inspired my debut novel, Hard Core! I just love Gabe! Thanks so much for all continuing to put out such great books and for the awesome giveaway!!
jennyrlowery(at)yahoo(dot)com

chilosa2004 said...

cannot wait to read this book!!

shellbelle said...

I have enjoyed all of Cindy Gerard books. It's hard to pick a favorite character because they are all so hot. I look forward to this new series.

Nicole Andrews said...

Can not wait to start this new series! I'll miss the BOI's, but I'm sure these guys will be a good replacement ;)

Paula said...

As usual, I am excited about any new book by Cindy Gerard. I have read both her previous series and loved, loved, loved them. As for favorite characters? It's just too hard to pick just one! Although Gabe, Johnny, Tink, Nolan, Dallas, Amy, etc., etc., Dang. See, I just can't pick one!

I am so happy to hear about the new series. Will it also include Mike's brother and the widow he met? Just wondering. Lol.

Diane said...

I have been in withdrawals since finishing Last Man Standing and waiting until January is killing me...talk about having to kill time. :-)

Diane said...

I have been in withdrawals since finishing Last Man Standing and waiting until January is killing me...talk about having to kill time. :-)

Anonymous said...

Hi Cindy! Congratulations on the new series and release! Like a few others here, I also have the entire series on my shelf :) I'm so excited to add yet another one. While I loved all the Black Inc. boys, my favorite or the most memorable was Gabe *sigh*

Diane said...

I have been in withdrawals since finishing Last Man Standing and waiting until January is killing me...talk about having to kill time. :-)

Dianne said...

I have read the Bodyguard Series and the Black Ops Series and cannot wait to read the new One Eyed Jacks Series!!! Thanks for the exerpt!!

Susan T. said...

Congratulation on your new book. I absolutely adored BOI and can’t wait to read Killing Time. January can't come soon enough. Thanks.

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Joanne said...

Congrats on the new release and series. This book sounds fantastic. Can't wait to read it. I love military romance books. I have not read any of Cindy's books yet.

Raonaid Luckwell said...

I've heard good things about Cindy's books but sadly I have yet to read any of her books

raonaid at gmail dot com

MJ Heather said...

I have read a few of her books... Favourite characters? I really like Nolan from the Bodyguard series because he really doesn't have his act together and he knows he doesn't have his act together and he really doesn't care. Until Jillian makes him care, that is. And I have a soft spot for Gabe and Jenna from the first of the BOI series. And I've got a Kindle full of her older series romance stories - which are also good reads. I'd love to win an ARC of Killing Time. January is 2 LONG months away ;-)

Jane said...

I'm so excited about the new series. I'm hoping we'll see some of my favorite characters making cameos like Gabe.

Anonymous said...

I've read a bunch of Cindy's books and was hooked immediately from the first chapter of Nolan's book. My favorite character--oh god that's a hard one. Would have to be Johnny Duane Reed! He's hilarious and serious when he needs to be and so beyond caring about his brothers and Tink, it's so cute! I am so beyond excited for this new series and January is WAY too long to wait!

Cindy Gerard said...

Hey guys
thanks for chiming in.
And for those of you who love Gabe - well, yea! You'll be seeing him again in Killing Time :o)

Anonymous said...

Oh, I can't wait to read Mike's story. I knew there was more to him that he let on. Sue

Paula said...

Can't wait for the new series. Love the last 2 series. Paula

CMD said...

Whoo! Cannot wait for this series-- saying goodbye to the BOIs was painful!
It's hard to pick a favourite, but I think I'll always have a soft spot for Gabe... a girl doesn't forget her first :-)

Debby said...

Been a while since I read your books. I am going to have to get me some.
Debby236 at gmail dot com

Brenda said...

Can't decide if you did us a favor by posting the excerpt. Now I have to read the rest! Can't wait for your new series!!

Eva said...

Thank you for the excerpt! So good!

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erin said...

Sounds fantastic! Thanks for the great post and giveaway!

Tore said...

Sounds like a really good read. Thanks for the giveaway. Please enter me. Tore923@aol.com

Kerry Pacious said...

I loved,loved,LOVED The Black Ops series! I think my fav has to be Sam & Abbie, although Rafe & Bj are a close 2nd...well then there is Johnny & Cystal...OK I loved them ALL! I have yet to read the Bodyguard series, but I will. So looking forward to One-Eyed Jacks!

Cindy Gerard said...

Thanks again, everyone. I'm loving all this 'luv' I'm feeling :o)

Cheryl S. said...

Cindy, you are an amazing author and it's because of you that I fell in LOVE with military romance novels. I am a well rounded reader but military romance novels are my absolute favorite!!! Thank you :)
sandersknc@yahoo.com

ShiningStar said...

I have been the biggest fan of your books Cindy for quite awhile now and I cannot wait to see the new series start with Mike! Not only do you write great romance and suspense but I love the amount of respect you pay to the military. I know we are all in for a good read soon!!

Anonymous said...

sounds like an awesome book. thanks for the giveaway.

SdyLion said...

I loved the excerpt and this is an amazing author who writes about amazing men. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com

Penni said...

I have not read any of her books yet. I am looking forward to reading some though! Looks like I might have a new author to collect book from!

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Carol L. said...

Cindi, Congrats on your new series. I have been an avid fan of your books for awhile. Thanks so much for this wonderful opportunity.
Carol L
Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

Di said...

Oh Boy - a new series to look forward to! I'm just finishing a short military like series and am looking for another to start.
sallans d at yahoo dot com

Maureen said...

I have read and enjoyed some of Cindy's stories in the past. They are exciting and suspenseful. This excerpt looks like this story is another good story.

Anonymous said...

It feels like I've been waiting FOREVER for this book! I'm really excited, because I've loved Mike every time he's shown up in previous books. Such a great series. I know this one will be too. :)

@BookEmDonna

LM said...

Love this series!
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Texas Book Lover said...

What a great excerpt...I'm ready to read the rest of the book now!

Thanks so much!