Showing posts with label Tricia Andersen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tricia Andersen. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Featherweight


 
Title: Featherweight (Hallow Brothers,6) 
Author: Tricia Andersen 
Genre: Paranormal/ MMA Romance 
Release Date: July 19, 2020 
Cover Designer: Tricia Andersen



He was just a hapless victim in a bar. At least that was what vampire hunter Dakota Ross thought until the sexy smartass she was drawn to protect was able to keep toe to toe with her as they fought. When she finds a strange tattoo etched into her back after a night of intense, passionate sex, she discovers that he is Ezekiel Hallow, one of seven werewolf brothers. They team up to find Black, who has killed her husband and has the Book of Elvesayd, an artifact Ezekiel desperately needs. Each step on their journey becomes more deadly as they get closer to Black. How far will they go to find the Book? Can Dakota stop Black from taking the life of another man she loves?

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It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there were only a handful of people in the place but then again, he didn’t know just how far off the map he’d wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stool. Ordering a beer from the bartender he glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes in the bar were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey. 
It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon. 
A pair of fangs. Fuck. 
“What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned. 
The two playing pool chuckled as they set their pool sticks down on the felt covered surface and prowled towards him. The one on the left, with black rumpled hair, untucked dress shirt, and wrinkled dress slacks smirked at him. “We guys? You act as if you know us?” 
Ezekiel rose to his feet, nudging his beer aside. He scanned for exits other than glass doors. There were none. This place had to violate at least a dozen fire codes. Did they have fire codes in the backwoods? “I know your kind. You have distant cousins in Minnesota that are making my family’s life a living hell right now.” 
The vampires frowned and the one dressed like he had left his soul at the office gave a hardy sniff to the stale air of the bar. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve drained dry. Your blood tastes like shit, though.” 
“Great to know.” 
Before Ezekiel could drop into stance to defend himself, the bell on the door tinkled a greeting. The entire room turned to see who had walked in. He cursed under his breath. His odds weren’t great as it was and now, he had to defend someone? 
Except there was no one there but a small puddle on the floor left by the storm outside. A second later two of the vampires closest to the door dropped to their knees, writhing in pain. 
That was when Ezekiel saw her. Jet black hair flowed down past her ivory face and down her back. Eyes so dark they could have been mistaken as violet glanced at him. Her whole body, garbed in black, stiffened at the sight of him. 
It was the woman in his dreams, the one that had made him jack off so many times before he hit the road on this trip. His cock stiffened at the sight of her. It was a really bad time for a hard-on. 
“Take cover,” she demanded. 
Ezekiel smiled at her, reassuringly. “I’ve got this, sweetheart.” 
She glowered at him as her fist flew out, dropping another vampire to the ground. “I’m sorry. Did you just call me sweetheart?” 
He bit back a groan as the two pool playing vampires charged him. For a moment, he thought the distraction was going to fuck up his fighting style. As one body thudded on top of the other, he let out a sigh of relief. 
“Do you not like being called sweetheart?” he countered. 
Her hand dropped to her thigh to produce a wicked looking knife. She pointed it at him. “I am not your sweetheart. Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever mutter.”




Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband and her three children. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. 
For the past five years, Tricia has been a member of Hard Drive Performance Center in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, an affiliate of Roufusport in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She has experience in kickboxing and currently trains in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Even though she has never competed in an MMA cage, she’s witnessed and been a part of a fighter’s journey from fight camp to their walk to the cage. She also has competed in jiu jitsu.









Thursday, May 11, 2017

Welterweight

Welterweight
by Tricia Andersen



Blurb

A mysterious force binds Meg Riley to the dark, mysterious werewolf Caleb Hallow. Can they put aside their differences and give themselves over to their union, or will their pasts destroy them?


Caleb Hallow doesn’t need anyone. All he needs is to dominate in the MMA cage and become world champion. His plans are derailed when he wakes up with a mysterious tattoo of his ancestors after a one night stand with his opponent’s ex-girlfriend, Meg Riley. Sharing the mark with her joins them as mates for eternity. Can Caleb deal with Meg for the rest of his life? Can he keep her safe from his past as he falls deeply in love with her? And will she stay by him when she finds out he is actually a werewolf?


It was just a fling, a chance to get revenge on her cheating ex. At least that’s what Meg Riley tries to convince herself. But the indescribable pull that draws her to the dark, dangerous Caleb Hallow tells her differently. Although she is furious when she finds the strange tattoo on her back after their night together, and even though he tells her some convoluted story about him being a werewolf, she can’t stay away from him. She can’t stop herself from falling for him. When her ex threatens Caleb’s life, how far will Meg go to save him? Will she be willing to sacrifice her life for his?


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Snippets


Meg stared, breathless, as Austin’s opponent ascended the stage, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Thick, black hair. An angular face. A full tattoo sleeve was inked into each arm. His muscles rippled with each step he took. His stride was smooth, quick, and predatory. Guys like that normally didn’t catch Meg’s attention. This one did. The mysterious force that stopped her from leaving tugged at her. It demanded that she stare at this man, take him in.

She felt like a moth to the flame. She shook her head to get herself back to her senses and then pushed the margarita away. She motioned to the bartender. “Rum and Coke please.”


Caleb stopped toe-to- toe with Austin and glared him down. Austin was six feet tall. Meg had memorized his stats. This guy was at least three inches taller than him. Austin ripped the microphone from the announcer. “You need to learn some respect, little boy. I’m gonna give you a lesson in respect.” Caleb chuckled. “I didn’t realize winning was disrespectful. But then I’m often accused of being a prick. My apologies for kicking your fucking ass in three months.”


Meg pulled her mouth away from his. “Explain it to me, Caleb. Why am I here and not with him? Why is it when I look at him I’m no longer interested?” He knotted his hand in her long hair and tugged it back. His hot breath roamed her neck as he nipped at her flesh. “You don’t listen to me, do you? We’re mated.” “How are we mated? What does that mean? I want you but I’m not sure I like you.”


“Mating is not a curse, Caleb,” Littlefoot chided.

“It is to me.”

“How is having Meg as your mate a curse?”

Caleb stopped and turned around. “Because I think I’m falling in love with her. And that can’t happen.

I’ve already fallen in love once and she died because of me. So find a way to release it or I will.”






Author Bio

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.


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