Hi Michelle! Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog! I can’t wait to chat about my new release ONE SHOT, book 2 of the IAD Agency series, coming out on February 5th!!!
This story is quite personal to me... Tara is a complex character, both strong and emotionally vulnerable in a way that many victims of violence are. In the creation of her character I used a little bit of personal experience along with what I learned from friends who have suffered from PTSD. I was also fortunate enough to volunteer at a women’s shelter for abused women and children for a few years and tried to encompass some of the things that I learned during my time there. That being said, I was inspired to write this story to give hope to anyone recovering from something in their past, and to say that everyone deserves their own happily ever after.
Tara Toshi is a woman on the edge. Code name 'T-rex', Tara is one of the elite agents of the IAD Agency, modern day warriors tasked with taking down terrorists and keeping the world safe. She doesn’t believe that happily ever after exists for her, until her world collides with corporate tycoon Julian King…
Julian King is the owner of a multi-million dollar hotel empire and personally runs the Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. He is a man who rules his kingdom with an iron grip and knows that the house always win. But when he meets agent Tara Toshi all bets are off. As a terrorist plot threatens his city, Julian realizes that he is also jeopardy of losing his heart.
Passion explodes every time Tara and Julian come together, but can she risk taking this one shot at finding happiness and give her heart to a man she barely knows?
The IAD Agency series novels are all stand-alone stories, but it is highly recommended to read them in order to get the most enjoyment from the series!
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Music thumped a steady rhythm like a heartbeat.
The low throb of a Hayabusa motorcycle cut through the night as the rider pulled up in front of the club. The rider coasted the bike a few feet down past the valet stand, then shut it off with a flick of the wrist. A valet rushed forward, reaching out with a ticket in his hand. His eyes glazed over with anticipation as he looked at the bike. At least until he got a good view of the rider.
Then he lost his ability to speak.
Eyes turned from every direction as Tara took off her helmet and shook out her hair. She had on a long black wig, highlighting the China doll look she was going for tonight. Skillfully applied makeup made her look younger than she really was and accentuated her exotic features to a tee. Both the wig and makeup helped hide her real features. The darkness inside the club would also be a plus, helping to dissuade anyone from truly recognizing her.
At least the her she was right now.
She had dressed to be noticed, wanting people’s attention on the whole package she presented instead of why she was there. Dressed to kill in a tight, black strapless corset with red lace covering that had her boobs busting out of the top, tight black leather pants, and black knee-high boots, Tara was a walking wet dream.
Tara had spent the afternoon familiarizing herself with Ricardo Mendez and his organization. Not much was known about this up-and-coming drug lord besides he was pissing off his competition left and right. Tara had spoken to a DEA agent earlier who was an old friend. The DEA agent had given her what she hoped was useful information and she had made sure to dress the part. Ricardo Mendez, it seemed, had a taste for young women with a dominant streak…Asian women in particular.
Well, she’d give him what he wanted.
Tara purposefully arrived early, wanting to scope out the crowd and watch for Mikayla’s arrival. She hooked her helmet onto the bike then turned to the waiting valet, gifting him with a slow smile. “Could you do me a favor…please?” Tara’s voice purred out in with a hint of a Chinese accent.
“A…anything,” the valet stuttered out.
“Would you make sure my bike stays right here? I would worry about him otherwise.”
“Hmm…yes, I call my bike a him. I…ride him after all…don’t I?” She traced a finger seductively over the collar of his shirt, making him gulp.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered reverently. He tried to speak normally, then had to clear his throat before he tried again. “I will watch it…him for you. I will be right here waiting for you when you leave. I mean, it…it will be right here.”
“Thank you”—her eyes drifted down to his nametag—“Dennis.” She leaned in close to press a kiss to his cheek and heard him sigh as she walked away. Tara made her way back toward the entrance of the club with a slow swing of her hips, her steps confident and controlled. Her team was already in place inside and she was ready for the night to begin.
A noise chirped in the earpiece she wore and immediately slowed her step. “This is God to T-rex. Can you hear me?”
Tara smiled to herself as she heard Adrian’s voice in her ear. “God? Sugar, even you are stretching that one.”
Tara heard Rock’s amused reply over the comms. “He’s just pissed that he lost the toss for who gets stuck in the van.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Adrian replied. “Everyone is in place, T-rex. We’re a go.”
Tara saw her friend Mikayla pull up in front of the club in a flashy red sports car. The valet rushed forward to open the passenger door. “Lynx is here,” Tara murmured, knowing her team would hear her.
Mikayla swung long legs out. Taking the valet’s hand, she allowed him to help her out of the car. She had on a tight green dress with thin straps that stopped just this side of decent. Her thick gold bracelets and chain necklace seemed innocent enough, but Tara knew better. She had seen Mikayla use that gold chain around her neck to garrote someone a few months ago and those bracelets were very handy in a fight.
The gold rings on Mikayla’s fingers might look pretty but Tara knew that with a flick of the stone, a tiny needle would pop out of the band, holding a powerful drug that would take down a two-hundred-pound man in less than three seconds. Tara knew because she had a similar one on her own hand. All the women of IAD shopped together for their jewelry.
Both women were walking arsenals and no one would ever know it.
Time to go to work.
Tara moved a hand down to her pussy, touching herself. She wanted. After coming off a job, or mission, with adrenaline still pumping, the need to fuck was paramount. Her pussy was wet with her desire for him. Her body already providing the natural lubricant that would allow his massive erection to tunnel into her with ease. She stroked a finger over her tight little clit and barely held back a moan.
“I always go commando.” Her voice dropped into a husky, seductive tone.
His smile was tight with lust. “I’ve noticed.”
Standing there naked, legs braced apart, she looked like a goddess…or a warrior queen waiting for her subject to fall to his knees before her, and at this point he was precariously close to doing just that.
“Come play with me.”
Julian shot off the couch at her playful invitation. He was on her before she could blink. He savaged her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep in a mimicry of what he wanted to do with his cock. He tore at his own shirt, heard the sound of the material ripping but he didn’t give a damn.
“I need to touch you.” Julian growled against her throat as he dragged her to the floor.
“Then do it. Touch me, give it to me, give me what I want.”
Her back hit the carpet and she gasped as his mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking it deep. She moaned low in her throat when he used his teeth to pull at her piercing and her body arched as his fingers pushed deep inside her pussy.
“What is that? What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything, everything,” Julian swore.
Tara’s body went on sensory overload when his thumb stroked over her clit. He moved his mouth over to her other breast and sucked, flicking his tongue over the metal balls at the end of the piercing, driving her wild with need. Tara cried out his name as sharp waves of pleasure overcame her and she came, drenching his fingers with her release.
“Damn, you’re amazing. My little warrior.”
Julian’s deep voice sounded harsh against her skin as he worked his way back up to her mouth. She loved the endearment he whispered to her. It made her blood boil. “Come inside me, Julian.”
Somehow he had managed to get rid of his pants and boxers so she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her leg. She hooked a leg around his and expertly reversed their position so she was on top of his body. Moving slightly, she aligned their bodies and she pushed down, taking most of him into her with one hard push.
“Dear god…” he gritted out through clenched teeth. The pleasure was so acute he thought his heart would stop.
Tara felt the erotic bite of pain as his huge cock sank into her tight pussy. She raised herself slightly and slammed down hard, engulfing his length over and over again, struggling to take all of him inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me. You’re so big, it feels amazing. More, give me more.” She reared back and her hands came up to play with her own nipples.
“Tara…baby…” Julian’s strangled voice came out, but he was lost in the overwhelming feeling of her tight pussy taking him in. “Remember, baby? It was so good when I got you all wet and slick with my cum. I know you loved it when I came inside you. Now take all of me. I know we can get it in. Open up, baby, and take all of me.”
His hips came off the floor to grind against her. He flexed and strained, his body thrusting up as she met his every stroke. He almost came when she did a wicked rotation with her hips and he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his cock the next time she impaled herself on him.
Tara was killing him with pleasure, but what a way to die.
She did the same thing the next time she came down on him, and he lost control. He flipped her over so she was underneath him again. Holding her head steady in his hands, he savaged her mouth as he pounded his aching length into her over and over again like a wild animal.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he bit out as he surged inside her.
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.
An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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