I love release day! I fell in love with this story as it was unfolding. Now, don’t get me wrong. This is not one of those stories that just tumbled on to the page. Every word, every paragraph is a labor of blood, sweat, and love. But it was soooo worth it! This is one of my favorite stories.</p> <p align="center"> <p>Instead of the blurb I’ll post the trailer …</p> <p align="center"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKFYjLuqzOY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKFYjLuqzOY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <p>And an excerpt from the first chapter is up on the <strong><a href="http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8420-a-touch-of-lilly.aspx">Jasmine Jade</a></strong> site. So I’ll leave you with this <strong>EXCERPT</strong> featuring Thaegan and Dallas, the two heroes><br /> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p> <p>Thaegan stormed over to the van and threw open the back doors. It had been parked there to collect Hij’Rozhod, but that wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow night. No one expected they’d be taking anyone into custody tonight.</p> <p>The big alien leaned in. From the noisy crashes and bangs, it sounded as if he were emptying some of the supply boxes on the shelves. Triumphantly, Thaegan came up with a length of rope. “You’re going to tie her fucking hands.” He stalked to Lilly, his breath coming hard, sweat glistening on his forehead. “I don’t want her touching me again.”</p> <p>Dallas’s leg was down to a dull ache, the blood no longer flowing from the wound. Still, he limped as he followed his partner and worked to assess the situation.</p> <p>Thaegan stood a foot from Lilly as if she exuded some malevolent aura. Dallas reached out to reassure his partner. The Ka’al’s muscles trembled beneath his palm with some emotion he couldn’t identify. He had never known his partner to get rattled over a simple hit and split. He wondered again what exactly she’d done to the Ka’al.</p> <p>“Dude, I don’t think she’s going anywhere,” said Dallas. He looked down at the still form of the woman who’d rocked his world not two hours earlier and guilt sliced his gut. He wasn’t sure how it had all come to her being unconscious, but here it was.</p> <p>“I don’t really give a shit what you’re thinking right now, Sawyer.” Thaegan shook the rope in his face. “You will take this from me and you will tie her hands. Not some sweet little granny knot she can undo when she wakes up. But some fucking double bowline square hitch shit you learned in Boy Scouts kinda knot.” He shoved the rope in Dallas’ chest. “I don’t want her touching me again. It’s too much. I can’t handle it.” The words growled low and menacing. Thaegan paced in a quick circle, his shaking hand running down his braid. Dallas had never seen him this hyped on adrenaline before.</p> <p>Dallas knelt beside Lilly. The woman’s face was angelic in its softness. He hadn’t liked what had happened to Thaegan, but using the laser on her seemed overkill. Worse still as she lay so motionless on the hard-packed dirt of the alley. He gently rolled her on her stomach, bringing her hands behind her back and tied the rope.</p> <p>“Don’t you feel it?” Thaegan stood over him, nervous energy sluicing off him in waves.</p> <p>“Guilty?” Dallas touched Lilly’s shoulder where the laser beam had singed her coat. “I sure as hell do.”</p> <p>“Guilt? Are you shitting me? That woman’s as dangerous as any fully armed fugitive we’ve chased across this galaxy. She’ll suck the life out of any male and they’ll thank her as she’s doing it.” With the edgy moves of a boxer getting ready to enter the ring, Thaegan bounced on the balls of his feet, his hands shaking at his sides.</p> <p>Lilly stirred.</p> <p>“Do it now. Before she gets her hands on either of us,” Thaegan said. “Put her palms together and wrap the rope so she can’t lay them on anyone.”</p> <p>Dallas did as Thaegan instructed, though it seemed a little obsessive. He straightened, staring at the crazed look in his partner’s eye. “What the hell did she do to you?”</p> <p>“Let’s get her in the van. I desperately need to get back to the apartment. Thanks to her I’m horny as hell, and if I’ve got my facts straight—and I’m pretty sure I do—nothing but a good fuck is going to bring me down from this.”</p> <p>Dallas rolled Lilly over. Gently, he scooped her up and pushed to his feet. She snuggled into his neck as if she were sleeping. She felt right in his arms. Shit, at the moment she seemed about as dangerous as a lost kitten, and he felt the hard punch of guilt to his gut. He had no idea how the situation had come to this.</p> </div> <div class="postfootericons metadata-icons"><span class="postcategoryicon"><span class="categories">Posted in</span> <a href="https://ninapierce.com/category/book-release/" rel="category tag">Book Release</a>, <a href="https://ninapierce.com/category/book-trailer/" rel="category tag">Book Trailer</a>, <a href="https://ninapierce.com/category/elloras-cave/" rel="category tag">elloras cave</a>, <a href="https://ninapierce.com/category/touch-of-lilly/" rel="category tag">Touch of Lilly</a></span></div> <div id="respond" class="commentsform" class="comment-respond"> <h2 id="reply-title" class="postheader" class="comment-reply-title">Leave a Reply <small><a rel="nofollow" id="cancel-comment-reply-link" href="/2010/06/09/its-release-day-3/#respond" style="display:none;">Cancel reply</a></small></h2> <form action="https://ninapierce.com/wp-comments-post.php" method="post" id="commentform" class="comment-form"> <p class="comment-notes"><span id="email-notes">Your email address will not be published.</span> Required fields are marked <span class="required">*</span></p><p class="comment-form-comment"><label for="comment">Comment</label> <textarea id="comment" name="comment" cols="45" rows="8" maxlength="65525" required="required"></textarea></p><p class="comment-form-author"><label for="author">Name <span class="required">*</span></label> <input id="author" name="author" type="text" value="" size="30" maxlength="245" required='required' /></p> <p class="comment-form-email"><label for="email">Email <span class="required">*</span></label> <input id="email" name="email" type="text" value="" size="30" maxlength="100" aria-describedby="email-notes" required='required' /></p> <p class="comment-form-url"><label for="url">Website</label> <input id="url" name="url" type="text" value="" size="30" maxlength="200" /></p> <p class="form-submit"><input name="submit" class="button" type="submit" id="submit" class="submit" value="Post Comment" /> <input type='hidden' name='comment_post_ID' value='1761' id='comment_post_ID' /> <input type='hidden' name='comment_parent' id='comment_parent' value='0' /> </p> </form> </div><!-- #respond --> </article> </div> <div class="layout-cell sidebar1"><div id="search-2" class="block widget widget_search clearfix"> <div class="blockcontent"><form class="search" method="get" name="searchform" action="https://ninapierce.com/"> <input name="s" type="text" value="" /> <input class="search-button" type="submit" value="" /> </form></div> </div><div id="text-7" class="block widget widget_text clearfix"> <div class="blockheader"> <div class="t">Connect</div> </div><div class="blockcontent"> <div class="textwidget"><center><a href="http://www.facebook.com/nina.pierce" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img src="https://ninapierce.com//wp-content/uploads/2015/08/fb.png"></a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/ninapierce" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img src="https://ninapierce.com//wp-content/uploads/2015/08/twitter.png"></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/ninapierce" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img src="https://ninapierce.com//wp-content/uploads/2015/08/gr.png"></a> <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/ninaspinterest" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img src="https://ninapierce.com//wp-content/uploads/2015/08/pint.png"></a></center></div> </div> </div></div> </div> </div> </div><footer class="footer"><div class="footer-text"> <p>Copyright © 2015. 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