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A.M. Griffin is sharing about her latest hero.
I wanted my hero Taio Xochis to ooze
sexual appeal. I want my readers to dream the good dream of aliens every night.
What I find sexy about him is of course his physical appearance; over seven
feet tall, extremely muscular and long black hair pulled off his face. My
favorite two characteristics about him is his eye color, lavender. I’m not sure
why I envisioned him with lavender colored eyes, but I pictured him with those
eyes framed by long dark-colored lashes and I melted. Another stand out feature
for me is the tribal tattoo. He has a tattoo that covers part of his face, neck
and torso. This is how Eva, my heroine describes it:
He
raised his eyebrow. “Do you want to see the rest of it?”
She
nodded and he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement, revealing a
perfectly chiseled torso. Her eyes roamed over the elaborate tattoo of a red
and blue beast.
Its
head spanned one side of his chest. It had yellow eyes and oversized fangs too
big to fit in its ugly mouth. The body extended down into his pants and wrapped
around to his back. One of the arms extended to the other side of his chest,
with the claw resting right above his heart. The other arm snaked up the side
of his face with the claw holding his eye.
Blurb
After aliens invade and conquer
Earth, Eva is transported to a distant slave trading planet. Escape and freedom
are her only priority, but none of her martial arts training prepared her for
what she faces. She finds herself enslaved to the warrior King Taio. Eva’s
drawn to this sexy alien male who ignites her heart and body.
Taio is disgusted with the idea of
owning a slave—until now. From the moment he sees her, he knows Eva is his for
the taking. Torn between lust and duty, Taio knows nothing will stop him from
protecting his little warrior.
Excerpt
Eva pressed her face against the
rectangular window in the training room, watching the lights of unknown origin
whiz by. She stood in one of the training rooms Ship had sequestered for her.
After lunch, she felt more than a little stir-crazy. She needed to work off
some of the tension that coiled around her muscles. It took all her strength
not to get up and leave the dining hall while Taio’s gaze bored through her
back. Did he really have to keep sending those smoldering looks her way?
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His lavender eyes locked on her whenever
she entered a room. The intensity of his gaze made her body respond in a way
that she didn’t want it to. No one would ever consider her to be a coward. But
there was something about the way he looked at her that had her frightened.
And that tattoo on his face. Sometimes
it intrigued her and other times it made her scared. Who would allow such an
intricate drawing to be completed? The pain alone would have been enough to
deter any sane person from getting it, alien or not.
His body was a whole different story. It was downright criminal to have a body like his. The man had a body that would make a nun want to sin. He was tall, unbelievably so, but he was all rippling muscle.
His body was a whole different story. It was downright criminal to have a body like his. The man had a body that would make a nun want to sin. He was tall, unbelievably so, but he was all rippling muscle.
This vessel was full of men and the only
one who would give her a second glance was Taio. The thought should have given
her some type of comfort. Instead of beating off twenty men, there was only one
she would have to worry about. There was no mistaking his intentions. Every
time he looked her way, it was as if he were willing her clothes to fall from
her body. Her only counterattack so far was to stay away from him.
But she did have to agree with Ship,
being under the care of Taio was for the best right now. She was fed, the
dining hall was open around the clock, which was a plus. Oftentimes she found
herself standing in front of the computer, requesting the buro flank with nitlick soup
after everyone else was fast asleep. These were the closest thing to Earth food
she could find. They had the same taste as chicken and tomato soup.
She was finally clean. Although she
would have loved to feel the caress of running water on her skin again, the
ionized shower hit the spot. She had clothes, which, although they were tight,
were at least clean. And most of all, she didn’t feel her safety was in any
type of jeopardy, not at the moment.
She wanted to find Ally, but she had to
face the hard facts.
She was far away from home.
In an alien world.
No money whatsoever.
Nowhere to go.
And alone.
Finally, pulling herself away from the
window, she pulled a training bag from the corner to start her workout.
Hand-to-hand combat always made her feel primal, the main reason she loved it
so much.
Within minutes, her training suit clung to
her body, the lightweight material not constricting her movements at all.
Perspiration covered her from head to toe, her once tied-back hair hanging wet
and loose around her. Her muscles thrived under the workout, coming alive once
again.
Heavy breathing behind her caught her
off guard. She flipped away, landing in a fighting stance facing the intruder.
Taio stood in the doorway, watching. He
gave a curt nod her way, the acknowledgement doing nothing to make her feel
relaxed.
“You have good skills, Eva.” He hooked
his thumbs in the waist of his pants and leaned on the doorway.
Her name never sounded better.
“Thank you.” She relaxed and
straightened, her eyes still watching him. This was his first time speaking to
her since their ill-fated first encounter.
She didn’t dare move closer, especially
since she still didn’t know his intentions. She didn’t move away either,
fearing he would view that as a sign of weakness. So she stood her ground, her
body betraying her in the worst way. Her heart sped up a little and her
breathing became more labored. Now she found her nipples hardening as her name
rolled off his tongue.
I know trouble
when I see it.
Eva willed her body to fight against
whatever “mojo” he was throwing at her.
Taio walked into the room and took a
sword off a rack on the wall. He began flexing it, testing its weight. The
gesture caused his arm and chest muscles to ripple with each movement.
Jesus.
“Who taught you fighting moves?” he
asked.
“My sensei, he lived back home.”
“Earth,” he said as a statement, rather
than a question.
“Yes, Earth. Ann Arbor, Michigan, more
specifically.”
She eyed the weapons on the wall. She
was trained to use various fighting weapons—sais, kamas, knives, nunchakus, bo
staffs and swords. She could show him a thing a two.
She
walked over to the rack and took another sword off the wall.
Shit!
It weighed a ton! No wonder he smirked
when she picked it up. Even though she strained to hold it in both hands, she
made sure not to let him know. She would give anything to smack that look right
off his face. Instead, she concentrated hard on not dropping the sword. She
wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She dared not try to maneuver it as he had.
“A male taught you?” He sounded
surprised.
“Yes. Thirteen Earth years of training.”
Taio laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “It’s not unusual on my planet,”
she said. “A male can teach a female how to fight or even a female can teach a
male.”
He laughed harder and shook his head.
“There could never be such a thing on my world.”
She turned away. “I earned a black belt,
first Dan in Kyokushin Karate. On Earth I’m considered to be a great fighter.”
“Your people did not fare well in the
war against the Loconuist. The fighting techniques of your species mean nothing
to me.”
Ouch.
If the sword in her hands wasn’t so
heavy, she would have swung it at him.
Asshole.
“We didn’t know how to fight them. We’d
never encountered aliens before.”
“Then it is good that I will take care
of you from now on.”
Her head snapped around. “I don’t need
you to take care of me.”
“You were captured by the Loconuist and
the Tresdonians almost killed you.”
She shrugged. “But they didn’t.”
He smirked. “Because I saved you.”
“Thanks, but I can take care of myself.”
“It doesn’t matter. You are my
responsibility now. You are my slave.”
Her eyes, squinting and cold, fixed on
his. “Ship told me those assholes on that planet gave me to you. I think you
got cheated. I’m not a slave. Not yours or anyone else’s.”
“If this arrangement does not suit you,
I could turn the vessel around and give you back to the Tresdonians.” He turned
from her and put the heavy sword back on the wall rack.
Her heart began
pounding in her chest. He wouldn’t… “No. I’m not going back there.” She held
her sword tightly in her grasp.
“Then you are my slave.” He stalked
slowly toward her. His eyes locked on hers.
“No.” She backed away from him.
This cannot
happen.
“You are mine.” He took another step
toward her. “You will need to get used to the idea.”
“Never.”
He stopped his advancement. They stood facing
each other. Her breathing came out in deep and heavy breaths. Her heart thumped
in her chest.
Abruptly, he
turned and walked from the room. She blinked at the empty doorway. The cold
surface of the wall was against her back. She held the sword close to her
chest, shielding her body. She stayed there until her arms shook from the
sword’s weight.
She was no
one’s slave.
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A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
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A.M. Griffin, thanks so much for being with us today. Dangerously Mine sounds delicious !!!
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