Today we're joined by the wonderful and very talented, April Zyon whom you might know better as my friend, Honor James. If you liked Honor's work you are going to LOVE April's. Here's why, in her own words;
As some of you now know (thank you for
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have decided to self-publish a couple of books. This isn’t something that I
took too quickly, in fact it’s something I’ve agonized over for a while now.
As you all know I once wrote as Honor James. I
was with another publisher and wrote a series called Knights of Ares. I loved
these men and when I left the publisher I thought that I would lose them
forever. I couldn’t do that however, but part of me needed a fresh start as
well.
So….
All six books of the Knights of Ares series have
been re-written (I only saved the names of the men because they were so close
to my heart) and I’m going to self-publish the series. I hadn’t intended on
this series coming out yet – however I guess I uploaded it far too soon to the
retailers and boom, here it is!
So, without further ado here is the first book
of the series.
The Knights of Ares are a joint Navy SEAL and Army Ranger
team that has been tasked with a new war. One that needs to be kept from being
discovered, at all costs.
Mikhail “Wolf” Rossov and Gareth “Gunner” Gruffyd are part of the team that are fighting a war no one knows is happening. Out on the job, they end up saving a woman who turns out to be more than they could have believed.
Morgan Berry is a kindergarten teacher. The most dangerous part of her job is a wide spread flu epidemic in her class. Being a teacher is all she’s ever wanted, she never thought she’d soon be part of something bigger.
Kidnapped to become a pawn in a dangerous, violent game, Morgan has only one hope. For her men to come to her rescue, before it’s too late. She knows that they would walk through the fires of hell for her. But will they make it in time?
Mikhail “Wolf” Rossov and Gareth “Gunner” Gruffyd are part of the team that are fighting a war no one knows is happening. Out on the job, they end up saving a woman who turns out to be more than they could have believed.
Morgan Berry is a kindergarten teacher. The most dangerous part of her job is a wide spread flu epidemic in her class. Being a teacher is all she’s ever wanted, she never thought she’d soon be part of something bigger.
Kidnapped to become a pawn in a dangerous, violent game, Morgan has only one hope. For her men to come to her rescue, before it’s too late. She knows that they would walk through the fires of hell for her. But will they make it in time?
Barnes
& Noble –
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I really hope that you enjoy these books.
Avril
Stepowski Who edited the book
Jess
Buffett Who did the cover
Doris
O’Connor and Kacey
Hammell Who critiqued the book before I sent it for edits (thank you,
Doris!)
Rhonda
Butterball – Thank you for being you!
And last but
most certainly NOT LEAST!!
Moira
Callahan Who was there for me while I waffled on
what I wanted to do with this series. Seriously, Moira, love ya lots lady and
you are really my best friend and I’m so freaking grateful to have you in my
life!
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PS – this does NOT mean that I’m no longer
writing for Evernight Publishing, I am. I have several books slated in the
“coming soon” area of Evernight and I’m working on more for them. These six
books however will be self-published.
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Location: Classified…
It
was good to be back on American soil. While he thought of himself as more
Russian than American, America had been his home for all his life and would
always be home.
Stepping
out of the steam from the bathroom, he finished toweling off as he padded into
the locker room. Nodding to his teammates who were scattered around in various
states of undress, he grabbed up a pair of jeans and pulled them on.
Three
weeks since their mission to extract the CIA operative from Greece without
anyone, official or not, the wiser. While it hadn’t been smooth, they’d gotten
in and out without alerting anyone that they’d ever been there. Bad guys
notwithstanding of course.
Buttoning
up his fly, Mik crammed his feet into a pair of boots. Grabbing his shirt, he
hauled it on before dropping to sit on the bench to do up his boots.
They’d
been in various meetings and sessions to debrief since they’d gotten out of
Greece with the operative. All they knew about her was her code name for the
op, Sugar. Not exactly fitting given the venom she’d directed their way the
entire flight out of the country and then
back to the States. But then again, she hadn’t looked all that happy before
they’d met her so, really, who was he to judge.
What
her mission had been in the country he
couldn’t say. But since they were, currently, on friendly terms with Greece,
who the fuck knew. Especially when it came to the spooks. Those guys just loved
to root around in the darkest of corners looking for enemies and, if they
couldn’t find one, making new ones.
Getting
to his feet, he stomped them a little to
settle the boots in place. Just as he grabbed his leather jacket, the door into
the locker room crashed open and four MP’s came in.
“Sorry,
sirs. The Admiral has requested your presence, immediately.”
Shooting
his team mates a look Mik knew it wasn’t an actual “request.” No one, an Admiral especially, needed four heavily armed
MP’s to pass on a “request”. No, it was an order that if not obeyed, he would
bet the MPs had very specific and
detailed instructions about what to do.
Shrugging
into his jacket, he leaned against his
locker as his cohorts got dressed. Not a one of them in any apparent rush.
While the MPs had said immediately, and he was sure the Admiral had meant
yesterday, they weren’t really going to just give in. That wasn’t how a one of
them was made. He watched his fellow team members as they all seemed to
gravitate into their duos, as usual. He wasn’t surprised when Gareth shot him a
small crooked grin. The men weren’t couples, but they all worked together very
well and at least where he and Gareth were concerned, shared women more often
than not.
Rubbing
a hand over his mouth, he hid his smirk
as James “Fury” Ashton asked one of their team, Anton “Viper” Lueger, which
shirt went with his eyes better. Always pushing the envelope that one. Catching the look on the MP’s faces and the way
they were fiddling with their sidearms, he cleared his throat. Catching
everyone’s attention he gave them a couple of signals out of sight of the MPs.
It
got everyone moving faster. If a bunch of highly trained military cops were that twitchy, something big was going
down. No need to provoke them more than absolutely necessary.
Leaving
the locker room as a unit, they all shared a look. No one had a clue what was
going on and not a one liked it. Especially since they’d all just been told
they had three weeks leave. Which, in their minds, meant they got to leave, no
questions asked. Not good.
* * * * *
Twenty
minutes later Mikhail could not believe how fucking right he’d been. “Excuse
me, sir. I mean zero disrespect, sir, but are you off your fucking rocker?” he
asked.
His
teammates all nodded. Yeah, every single one of them had been thinking it. He
was just the craziest of the bunch to actually say it out loud. But it was part
of his rep, and he so did love to live up to his rep.
“I
wish,” the old man said. He rubbed a hand over his military regulation cut and
looked at them all.
Mik
couldn’t believe how old the Admiral looked right then. Sharing a worried look
with Marius, he shook his head. “Sir, this is crazy. I might buy that Marius
might believe in the Greek Gods, growing up as he had, but coming from you,” he
shook his head again. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m not buying it.”
“You’d
better,” a new voice said. One that was deep,
bowels of hell deep, and sent a shiver down every man’s spine.
Spinning
Mikhail stared up, yeah up, at seven and a half feet of solid muscle covered in
leather. Holy shit, where the fuck had
this guy come from?
“Olympus
by way of Athens,” the large male said. He turned his blacker than night eyes
to the Admiral. “Andrew, sorry I’m late. Had a small family matter to attend
to.”
“No
apologies needed, come on in and grab a seat. I think I’ll let you tell them
the rest of this, as they don’t seem to be taking me seriously.”
The
large man chuckled and, not kidding, Mikhail could have sworn the room actually
pitched and rolled like the deck of a battleship on high seas.
“They
are trained to believe what they can see, hear and touch, Andrew. Of course, they are not going to just take you
at your word,” the male said. He walked around them all, he was light on his
feet too, and took the seat that the
Admiral had offered.
Shooting
Marius a look, he saw the same WTF expression he was sure was on his face. The
guy was on a first name basis with the Admiral and seemed to be buying into the
same delusion, too. This would be interesting to hear.
“It’s
not a delusion, Mikhail,” the guy said. “The Greek Gods are real, all of us.”
“So,
we’re to believe you’re one?” Meirion “Saber” Jamison asked.
“Yes,”
the male told them.
“Right,”
Thomas “Brick” Gordon drawled out in his Southern manner. “Which one, just so
we keep it all straight and shit?” he asked.
The
Admiral looked like he was either going to shit himself or be sick. Not a look
one expected of a career military man
who’d been through more wars than most could lay claim to. And all on the front
lines for the most part.
“Ares,”
the male said.
“God
of War,” Stefan “Orion” Patrassaid softly. “Son of Zeus and Hera.”
“Bingo,”
the big male said. “Got it in one. Which, considering your heritage, I’d be
truly miffed if you hadn’t.”
Shooting
his Greek teammate a look, Mik shook his head. “Okay, I have a question, if
we’re all going to play along with this delusion.”
“It’s
no delusion and yes, the Gods are real.” Ares, or whoever the fuck he was, got
up from his chair. He pushed it out of the way and settled with his feet spread
so they were right under his shoulders.
A
flash of light and they were staring at the guy in full battle regalia. As in,
ancient armor with one hell of a big ass sword in hand, tip to the floor. Oddly
enough, the guy even seemed bigger.
And
he was walking straight toward Mik.
Standing
his ground Mikhail notched his chin up to
keep eye contact with the guy. Which was a lot harder than he’d thought now
that they guys eyes were silver swirling pools, much like a whirlpool, trying
to suck him in.
“Military
men are always the hardest to convince,” the God, or whoever he was, said. Then
he smiled, perfectly straight white teeth no less, and lifted a hand. “Let’s
see if I can’t convince you, shall we?”
Mik
would have protested, but he wasn’t quick enough. The Gods' hand landed on his shoulder and suddenly he was being torn
apart and then rebuilt molecule by molecule. He saw the beginning of the world,
Zeus’s creation of man, the “birth” of the other Gods and times in history that
even scientists and the best historians could only make educated guesses on. He
saw battlefields where the God before him was in the thick, covered in blood
and other bodily gore.
He
watched as cities burned, crumbling into dust, and civilizations fell. He
watched the march of the Roman empire across Europe and their eventual retreat.
Cities rose, fell, changed, grew and then technology began to come into sight.
Then they were back in the room, in the present and he was staring up into a
pair of swirling silver eyes.
The
hand on his shoulder squeezed before falling away. “Believe now?” the deep
voice asked softly.
Stumbling
back Mikhail groped for a chair and fell into one when it was close enough.
Shivering he couldn’t tear his eyes off the guy. “What the fuck?” he asked.
Ares
just nodded. “Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Another flash and he was back in his leather striding back to the
head of the table to sit down once more. “Gentlemen, sit,” he told the rest of
the team. “We have a lot to discuss and very little time.”
He
could feel the worried eyes of his teammates on him, but he couldn’t say
anything. His mind was still fighting to resolve all he’d just witnessed and
make sense of it. And he was failing miserably.
One hand cupped her ass, a finger
pressing between her cheeks, and the other was in her hair, pulling her head
back to accept his dominance. He growled into her mouth as he flicked his
tongue to hers and pressed her against the growing, hard evidence of his desire
for her. His mouth grew more demanding the more she responded to him and he
pulled her in even closer, grinding his hips to hers slowly.
Morgan didn’t even think twice about it,
she wrapped both legs around him when he lifted her fully. She needed more than
just a kiss and made sure that he knew it. When they parted finally she was
panting. “Heavens,” she whispered the singular word. “You are dangerous, and
good heavens if I don’t want more.” Her words were clearly a plea to him for
more.
He licked his lips slowly as his hands
squeezed her ass. “At this very moment I do believe you are the more dangerous
of the two of us,” he said quietly. Rocking his hips forward he ground his cock
to her pussy slowly. The look in his eyes was cautious and wary as he watched
her. “Morgan, what do you want?” he asked. The question was loaded in more ways
than one, but the look in his eyes told her he was serious and a little unsure.
“And if I say you?” Morgan asked softly,
never letting her eyes leave his face. “You are someone worth putting my heart
on the line for. I don’t understand the feelings, the connection I feel to you
but also your friend, Gareth. I need you to know that I’m attracted to him as
well.” She very well might be signing away any pleasure she might have found
with Mikhail, but she was a believer in honesty first. “None of the other men
turn me on the way that you do.” Stark and honest truth.
He didn’t say anything for a long, long
time. But he also didn’t push her away. He just held her close and watched her.
While he watched, she was watching him. She could, almost, see him working
through it in his head. At that moment
she truly understood that he did everything with careful thought. From what he
did, to what he said, all was thought through with great and meticulous care.
Leaning in closer to her he brushed his
lips over hers, so lightly she barely
registered the touch before he drew back a bit. “Are you sure, Morgan?” he
asked softly. “We don’t exactly have the best of lives or careers right now.
Every moment is a guessing game and, at any time, we could be drawn away. This
is a war for keeps of the most monumental sort. We could die tomorrow, next
week or years from now. But, most importantly of all.” Mikhail brushed his lips
over her jaw to her ear. “We’re very, very possessive,” he whispered before
biting her earlobe lightly.
Morgan shivered in reaction to that low
rumbly growl. The confession, if one would call it that. She called it more of
a claiming, but that only made her hotter. “Oh, I’m very sure. What better
reason to do the things that you want and be with the men that you want than
the idea that we all could die tomorrow? Today is the only guarantee, our
yesterdays were treasured reminders of what we wanted and tomorrow.” She leaned
closer, her cheek to his and mimicked his growl. “Tomorrow I want to wake up
naked in your bed with you balls deep inside of my pussy. That’s what I could
call a delicious and wonderful future.”
His entire body jolted, whether from her
growl or her words she didn’t know, but it did press his cock harder to her
aching pussy so really, who cared. Mikhail scraped his teeth down her throat
lightly before nipping, hard. “Don’t tease me,” he said lifting his head. His
face was serious as he looked at her. “Is that truly what you want, Morgan?”
“Yes, Mikhail. That is what I truly want,
more than I want my next breath. I know we should go eat, but honest to God,
right now all I can think of doing is getting naked on your bed with you and
riding you until we both pass out from the sheer joy of it.”
He was staring at her with a singular
focus she’d never known before. “There’s always lunch,” he said adjusting his
hold. And then they were moving, to his bedroom she noticed. Once inside he
shut and locked the door before striding to his bed and dumping her down onto
it. “Get undressed quickly or I’ll tear your clothes off of you.”
She began to peel out of her clothes, her
eyes never leaving his. “And you are okay with me wanting Gareth as well?” She
wanted to know now before they got down to the business of making love, she
needed to know so that she wasn’t feeling guilty later for wanting another man
as well. When she was naked she looked at him and licked her lips. “Gods you
are glorious.” He was too. His skin was tanned with scars here and there, and
tattoos, glory be the tattoos and, holy shit! “Is that a piercing you have?”
She wanted to put her tongue on it and tug it gently, she wanted to taste all
of him.
“We all have piercings, some from before
and some from after meeting Ares,” he said. “All have metal from Hephaestus’
forge to protect us. It’s an added layer to help hide us from the Weres and Vampires. The tattoos are all mine
from before, though they’ve been added to here and there with more protection.”
He climbed up on the bed and prowled toward her, the only word to describe the
movement. “You are more than welcome to want Gareth. He wants you,” he said
softly as he got close enough for her to touch. “I think we may just have to
have you between us one day. One cock in
your pussy, one in your ass, or maybe, in your saucy little mouth instead.”
“Oh Gods.” She breathed softly, her mouth
going wet at the thought of them doing just that. “I love the idea, a great
deal.” Her hands moved down his chest, a finger lightly stroking the piercing
in his nipple and then she dipped her head and put her mouth to the small ring
there. She licked the nipple until it was taut
and then nipped the piercing with her teeth, tugging it gently. She wanted to
taste the other piercings too, the ones she saw on his cock. Gods she wanted
him, desperately. “You would have to get lots of lube, because I’ve never had
anyone in my ass, but I would love to feel it. I want to experience everything
with you, Mikhail.”
“We wouldn’t put you through that right
away. We’d need to get you ready, slowly and carefully. Butt plugs to stretch
you out, maybe with a remote vibrator that either I or Gareth controlled. You’d
never know when or where we’d turn it on. They’d get bigger over time, easing
you slowly in preparation to take one of our cocks. Then, and only then, when
you were ready, would we do that. Not one second before,” he said softly,
brushing a kiss to her shoulder with just a hint of teeth.
Morgan’s legs were around Mikhail’s hips
and they tightened at the promise that was held in his voice. “I would love
that, I’m sure. We will have to do some shopping I think. Get me some cute
little outfits to wear in the bedroom for you.” She could see herself in a maid
get up and him ripping it off of her, leaving her just in the white thigh
highs.
“Or you could just be naked,” he said
softly. Lifting his head, he looked at
her as he brushed his nose against hers.
“Naked is very good, especially when you look so delightful and sinful as you
are.” He kissed her before she could respond, his body settling over hers in
the perfect press of skin to skin as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her
close.
“Naked is very, very good.” She agreed
wholeheartedly. “I think that naked is the best of the best of ways to be.” She
agreed with a low moan. “Mikhail.” His name was like a prayer. It was a calling
of her soul to his. She was desperate and didn’t care that he knew it.
Mik lifted his head from where he was
nibbling on her jaw. “Condom,” he muttered it like a curse. Rolling them over
he took them right to the edge. Her ass actually was hanging off into space but
she never once felt like she’d fall, not with the hold he had on her, as he
rooted around in the bedside table. Then they were rolling again until she was
on top of him and he held up the condom to her. “You said you wanted to ride.”
“Oh yes, I do.” She took the little foil
package from him and wiggled down his body. “But first.” She didn’t tell him
what was first, she showed him instead. With her ass high in the air she began
to lick and suckle his cock. Her hand wrapped as far around the girth as she
could possibly get and her tongue toyed with the little barbells that were on the underside of his cock as well as the
little ring at the opening. She had never been so turned on in her life, there
was something about seeing those piercings that had her pussy creaming.
Looking up his body at him she grinned.
“Will the condom hold up to these?” She asked and stroked her tongue along the
piercings. “I’ve never had anyone inside of me before with piercings. I can’t
wait to feel this.” Too much talking, needed more licking and sucking.
The sound he made couldn’t actually be
called a word. She wasn’t really sure what it was but he seemed to be wrestling
for some control. “It’s made for them specifically.” He finally managed to
croak out as he drove his fingers into her hair and thrust his hips up, to
encourage her she was sure.
“Good.” Was all that she said before she
once more turned her mouth and attention back to his glorious cock. She worshiped it with her tongue, with her hands.
She shivered because she knew she was so damn close to coming and he hadn’t
even touched her, yet. Before she ran out of time and they both came, she
unwrapped the condom and then lifted so he could see her. Popping it into her
mouth she winked at him, and then with her mouth and tongue rolled the condom
down his cock.
Once he was covered in the latex covering
she prowled up his body and licked her lips. “So I take it you enjoyed that?”
Her hands were braced on his chest and her pussy was poised over his cock, not
taking him inside of her body, yet. She wanted him to be the one that pushed
inside of her, wanted to feel his need for her mirrored in the sharp thrust of
his cock into her waiting and wet pussy.
His eyes were definitely not icy cold anymore, hot for sure, burning would actually
be more accurate. “Later you will pay for that torture,” he said softly. “But
not now. Now I want you too much, need to be buried inside of you,” he growled
out at her. He grabbed her hips tighter and thrust up, filling her full but not
fully. He stopped when her fingers clenched on his chest and he watched her
with that predator's gaze. “Morgan?” he
turned her name into a question, one filled with concern.
She had let her head fall back and her
eyes close when he thrust into her. “Don’t.” She gulped, forced herself to pull
away from the joy of that moment and looked down at him with a greedy smile. “I
loved the way that felt. I was savoring the feeling of the first time you
entered my body.” She admitted and then lifted slightly, only to move downward
once more with a low moan. “Oh Gods.” She breathed. “I can feel each barbell. I
can feel the loop at the end of your cock. Jesus. H. Christ.” She panted. “I’ve
never been so full in my life.” Never felt so good, and they had just begun.
His hands tightened on her hips briefly
before loosening a little. “You’re supposed to feel them,” he said softly.
“When I take you from behind later you’ll feel them rubbing over every nerve
ending you have. It will likely be the quickest orgasm of your life.” Moving
his hands, he took hers in his and braced his elbows at his sides as he watched
her. “Move.”
She began to move. “And when you are in
my ass?” Because she knew she wanted him there, she wanted everything. “They
won’t harm me, right?” Morgan shimmied on his cock, that was the only term to
describe the little twist and shake that she did as she slid back down on him a
little harder. “God, I can’t wait to feel you taking me from behind. Feeling
those barbells rubbing against my clit as you fuck me until we are both limp
and gasping for air.”
“They won’t do you any harm, but the
sensations will be intense,” he said, his hips rising to meet her descent.
“They are designed without sharp edges or anything that could hurt you or me.
They only give pleasure,” he said as he flexed his cock inside of her.
“Oh god and they do.” She was panting
now, moving faster upon him as she did so. “So much pleasure. Mercy.” She let
her nails curl and bite into his chest, she was riding him harder and faster,
moving more and more quickly with each and every passing second in time.
“Mikhail.” She saw stars, already she was
so close, riding that edge, but wanted to hold off. God, she needed to hold off
to experience more.
“Let go,” he told her, gripping her hips
again as he lifted and lowered her to meet his thrusts. “Just let go and fall,
I’ll catch you,” he said slamming his cock into her faster, harder and
impossibly deeper.
Morgan trusted him. She did just that.
She let go. She screamed as her pleasure seemed to fill her. Her flesh prickled
in gooseflesh and her back bowed as she stilled on top of him, her pussy
clenching his cock greedily.
Mikhail thrust up into her a few more
times before he tensed and his back bowed. He let out a fierce sounding growl
as his cock twitched inside of her and, oddly enough, seemed to swell a little
more. As she began to collapse he caught her and pulled her down to lay over
his chest. His frantic heartbeat was right under her ear as his arms held her
to him tightly.
She was very glad she wasn’t the only one
so profoundly affected by their lovemaking. The sound of his heart rapidly
beating with hers made her smile. With her eyes closed she began to pet him and
whispered, “I think everything has just changed, and I for one couldn’t be
happier.”
Squeezing her gently he rolled them over
and pulled out of her. “Let me get rid of the condom,” he said when she tried
to hang onto him. Brushing a kiss to her lips Mikhail slipped off the bed and
walked to the bathroom. He was out of sight for a couple of minutes before
coming back toward her, apparently without any worry about being naked.
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