Welcome to Lipstick and Danger where sometimes you realize books are your only escape. I love books. Lots of them. I especially like spine tingling adventures with a touch of romance. When I started writing the Enigma Series I really only planned to write one book, just to say I had done it. A dam of words, imagination and possibilities burst inside me and now I’ve produced eight novels, three children’s books, a marketing book and a thematic book on Africa for teachers. It has become my full time job. Today you get a glimpse into Black Mamba, #5 in the series. Each book is written to stand alone but if you’re like me you like to see why things happened in the past and how certain people came to be involved. For a few more days you can pre-order Black Mamba for .99. I hope you’ll take advantage of this before the price goes back up. In the meantime here is a taste. The first part is a basic overview then an excerpt from the book.
Tessa follows her friend, Handsome Jones to Botswana, Africa, and finds herself in the crosshairs of a corrupt dictator. With the winds of change blowing through the Okavango Delta, she calls on the Enigma team to protect the man who threatens the stability of a peaceful nation. Captain Hunter discovers there are more dangers awaiting them, both in the tranquil waters of the Okavango and the Kifaru diamond in his possession. Whoever takes the diamond, also controls their destiny. https://amzn.to/2PjbZuo
“Chase?” Tessa tried to use her calm voice when she cracked the door open wider to stick her head out. Letting her eyes adjust to the dabbled light before she dared to step outside her safe place, she quickly found Chase leaning on the door frame directly across from her. “Chase.” She stuck a finger out the crack and pointed to the bed. “Get my clothes. I forgot to bring them with me.”
He moved panther-like to the end of the bed. “And why was that?
Tessa hesitated, knowing she must need to acknowledge some kind of lesson learned. “Because,” she started slowly, trying to lace her words as if wrapped in honey, “your masculine presence erased all common sense from my thought processes?” The wolfish chuckle in his throat did not indicate she’d learned any kind of lesson at all. Her next words came out a bit more impatient. “Fine. I let my anger cloud my judgement. If this was a do or die situation I could be in a world of hurt.”
Reaching for the clothes, he lifted them, in what looked to be, slow motion. “I’m sure being naked under a towel would certainly play in your favor.” The mischievous grin on his face came into view as he approached the door. “I know it certainly gets my heart pumping.”
“Well, praise be. The man has a heart,” she snapped, no longer able to fake being a devoted student to lessons learned.
Chase halted and pulled the clothes behind him as she reached through the door. “Give. Them. To. Me, you big…”
“Ah, careful. I wouldn’t be calling me names just now, Tessa. As a matter of fact, I think I need to just let you figure this out on your own.” He tossed the clothes back on the bed and moved to a rattan chair near the bathroom.
“Another ‘fine’. Third times a charm. Women love that word. Fine. One of these days I’m going to have to try and figure out what it really means when a woman says ‘fine’.” The inflection in his voice hinted he had lost interest in baiting her.
She swung the door open. “I’m sure in your case, when a woman says it to you, she is referring to your feeble attempt at romance.” She had wrapped the over-sized towel almost two times around her damp body. Wet hair hung like ropes down on her chest. She padded across the floor leaving a trail of wet footprints.
Interested? Some of the scenes from the book I took from my own experiences in Africa. I’ve been writing about them on my blog. Hop over there if you want to read about the fumbling, funny part of my adventures. And thank you for your continued support of my work.