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Brit Blaise grew up with a deep and abiding love for books. She believes in dark and dangerous heroes; strong women who aren't afraid to think for themselves; head-over-heels love; fairy tale endings and that it's more fun to laugh than to cry, but doing both at the same time is best of all.

Master Storyteller

Brit Blaise is a master storyteller. The characters in Time Thieves jump off the pages and the storyline is both action packed and exciting. The love scenes are so hot you'll be challenged to catch your breath. I hope that this is the beginning of a wonderful new series because I would love to hear Peck's tale. Or Lawzard's. - Two Lips

Warriors Gone Wild

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Am I scared stiff? Jenny’s brain was sending messages, but her feet had tuned her out. The flash light she still clutched in her hand stopped working, but she hadn’t turned it off. She’d had it on long enough to get a good look at the scariest biker dude she’d ever seen in her life. The mental image burned in her brain. The guy had muscles on top of muscles on his bare arms, covered with dark hair and an assortment of really ugly scars.

He had a thick, black, lighting bolt tattoo encircling his muscled neck like a dog collar and pointing down. She knew that well because she first aimed the light where she assumed his face would be. The guy had to be almost seven feet tall. No wonder it took awhile to find his face. A jagged scar cut across the end of his eyebrow and down his cheek and stopped him from being the most handsome man she’d ever seen. But maybe that part had been her imagination.

“Why can’t I move?” she asked. “How’d you do that?” The previous two nights, she’d almost caught the intruders, but these weren’t the same guys. She was after a couple of kids, not five bikers on human growth injections with steroid chasers. The kids hadn’t worried her. These guys, at least the two she’d seen, had her ready to pee her pants like a little girl.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, the handsome devil stuck his hand in her back pocket and cupped her ass.

“What’s taking you so long?” another voice said. Jenny thought she’d seen two men trying to break into the storage unit, certainly not five. She wasn’t that stupid.

“It took me a second to…just shut the hell up. I have my hand in her pants now.”

“You look scared shitless,” came a third rumbling voice.

Five against one, she was in deep shit, no gun, nothing to use as a weapon other than her flashlight. “I’m the security guard here and I’ve already called for back up. You hurt me and you’ll only make it worse for yourselves.”

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