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Captive Hero , by DonnaMichaels
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Captive Hero

Set up:

When Marine Corps test pilot, Captain Samantha Sheppard accidentally flies back in time and inadvertently saves the life of a WWII VMF Black Sheep pilot, she changes history and makes a crack decision to abduct him back to the present. With the timeline in jeopardy, she hides the handsome pilot at her secluded cabin in the Colorado wilderness.

But convincing her sexy, stubborn captive that he is now in another century proves harder than she anticipatedand soon it becomes difficult to tell who is captor and who is captive when the more he learns about the future, the more Sam discovers about the past, and the soul-deep connection between them.

As their flames of desire burn into overdrive, her flying Ace makes a historical discovery that threatens her familys very existence. Sams fears are taken to new heights when she realizes the only way to fix the time-line is to sacrifice her captive hero...or is it?

Can love truly survive the test of time?

Excerpt: (Entry that finaled at Manic Readers--She's tied to a chair)

"I suggest you stop looking at me like that, Captain."

"Oh you do, do ya?" He leaned closer, sick to death of her orders and the way she messed with his head.

This time, she drew back as far as the chair would allow, and dropped an uncertain gaze to his lips. "Dont you dare."

As his pants tightened painfully over his arousal, he dared. "Or what, Ms. German Spy?"

Unable to resist, he reached out and brushed her face with the back of his knuckle. Silky. Smooth. Was the rest of her hard exterior just as soft?

Sam jerked away, but not before trembling under his touch. Revulsion? Or something much more dangerous?

Heaven help him, he wanted to find out. With his body heating fast, he reached for her again, and promptly let out a howl. Pain, sharp and swift, wracked his shin, radiating out and up his leg, increasing with each kick she landed.

"Son-of-a..." He hobbled out of her reach to rub his throbbing leg.

She stilled and regarded him wearily. "I hope that knocked some sense into you, Captain."

Sense? Oh yeah, her actions opened his eyes, all right. "Yes, it did, Sam. Thank you." Adapt and conquer. He stepped to her left, grabbed her knee, and pressed down to prevent her leg from slipping to the side. "You cant reach me here."

Rewarded with a murderous look, he smiled. Bout damn time. Soft flesh met his fingers as he curled his other hand around her chin. Nice. Storm warnings darkened her lethal gaze.

He was never good with warnings.

Bending, he brought his mouth to within an inch of hers and drew in her delicious, vanilla-spiced scent. "Now, where were we?"

Sam's rising chest kept time with the pulse pounding in his ear. The erotic rhythm fueled his fire and canceled the caution from his brain. Damn, she was mouth-watering.

"Captain, so help me, if you even think about..." her voice trailed off, leaving him hungry for more than just her words.

"What?" he asked, unable to stop his mouth from brushing her soft cheek.

Heat charged down his spine in an assault of pure pleasure. She tried to yank free again, but this time he held fast and chuckled.

"No. No. No, Samantha," he deliberately rolled her full name off his tongue in an embellished whisper.

She sucked in a breath, cooling the air between them. Empowered, Mitch smiled. Finally, he was on the receiving end of control. "Youre not being very cooperative for a spy."

Her jaw clenched under his lips light exploration.

"Don't call me that."

"But you are a spy," he said into her delectable skin.

"No, I'm not a-and I wasn't talking about that." She jerked from his grasp and averted her face.

He chuckled again. She sure had gumshun. "What am I not supposed to call you?"

"Samantha."

His brows shot up. Interesting. You not only dress like a man, you prefer the name of a man over such a beautiful one. Not him. No, not at all. Samantha was beautiful and so was her name. "Tell you what...Samantha," he said, lowering his tone.

Her head snapped in his direction, gaze blazing green fire. He wouldve chuckled again if he hadnt been so damn turned on. Breath swirled and clogged his dry throat, while his gut clenched as if sucker punched.

"I-I said d-don't call me Samantha."

Another first? Mitch scratched his chin and observed her closely. Face flushed, pupils enlarged, chest rising rapidly...

Hot damn. The woman was ruffled.

Triumph stretched and took flight. Well, what do you know? She wasn't too tough to crack. He cocked his head and savored the fierce boldness flooding his body.

"I won't call you Samantha if you tell me what Im not supposed to think about."

Her pink tongue darted across her lips leaving them wet and enticing. Sweet mercy. His erection thickened with a bought of unwanted throbbing.

"What do you mean?" She blinked innocently at him.

His groin tightened further.

She was firehot, wicked and deadly. The kind he shouldn't play with, but her earlier actions proved this was the only way to get under her skin. He tried knocking her to the floor and tying her up. Hell. She hadn't even batted an eyelash. But now? Now, her body trembled under his hands and her eyes rounded with apprehension.

Guilt clawed at his gut. He hated to have to stoop to bullying a restrained woman, but this was war, and he needed answers.

"I mean, Samantha, what did you dare me not to do?"

She shook her head and said nothing.

"Oh, come on now. Don't be like that." His finger sought and found the softness of her jaw before skimming her bottom lip.

Blood rushed through his ears. How would that supple mouth feel on his skin? Arousal heated his spine and freed a deep-rooted hunger. The earlier image of her kissing his torso replayed through his mind.

Damn her mind tricks!

"Come on, Samantha. What did you dare me not to do? I need to know. What did you dare me not to do?"

"Kiss me." Her breathless voice hung in the air like a harried invitation.

Satisfaction warmed his already heated veins. He drew back so she could see his smile. "Don't mind if I do."

"No! You bastard." His captive thrashed back and forth.

He slowly lowered his head. "You're wasting your energy, Samantha. You should know better than to dare a Marine."

Content copyright 2012. DONNAMICHAELSAUTHOR.COM All rights reserved.

Description: This is an excerpt from my novel CAPTIVE HERO (Time-shift Heroes Series-Book One)

Available now at Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009XLK6CY

Photo Posted: Dec 06,2012 Photo Viewed: 336

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