Fabulous author Roxanne St. Claire was kind enough to send us some excerpts before she left to go out of town. AKA she will not respond to this till she returns… I think… who know what the hell she and Kresley Cole are up too. Still don’t know about the pictures but lucky for you if you like the excerpts you can go pick up the book. And today is even a holiday woot!

Now You Die (The Bullet Catchers, Book 6) by Roxanne St. Claire

TLT: Author’s Pick, Favorite Scene #3:

Former Bullet Catcher and lone wolf investigator Jack Culver is on a mission. Thirty years ago, an innocent woman was convicted of murder. Jack believes he’s found the real killer — but to take down one of the highest legal authorities in the land, he needs access. Serious access. Unfortunately, the one person he knows with that kind of power is his ex-boss and ex-lover, the woman who still haunts his dreams.

Bullet Catchers owner Lucy Sharpe realizes she’s being used for her connections, and she intends to use Jack Culver right back. She’s determined to see justice served, even if that means partnering with the man who once found his way past her iron shields. This time, she’ll be strong enough to avoid Jack’s persuasive touch.

But when passion flares, and they become the killer’s target, Lucy and Jack don’t just break some rules — they shatter them. And that means risking everything: their jobs, their hearts…and their lives.

She handed him the phone and towel and stepped backwards into the spray, dropping her head back to let the water rinse her hair. “So, what do you think of that?” The utter nonchalance of the gesture, and the way her raised arms lifted her breasts kicked him hard.

He reached around the shower door and set the phone and towel on the counter. “I think Dan’s the last person I would have expected to help my cause.”

“Why?” she asked, turning from him to raise her face to the spray, first leaning out to finish her thought. “We’re all on the same team.”

He watched the water cascade down the veil of black hair so long that when she dropped her head back like that, the ends grazed the dimples right above a perfectly shaped ass.

In his boxers, his cock grew hard.

“I had a feeling his Washington connections would help us,” she said, patting the wall for the soap. “And you should be glad. It supports your theory.”

He stripped off the boxers and let them fall to the wet tile, getting right up behind her and under the water.

“I am glad,” he said in her ear, over her slight gasp of surprise as he reached around and closed his hands over her breasts, his palms aching at the sweet hardness of her nipples. “That you are the woman in this shower, and I am the man with you.”

She turned slowly, blinking away water. “Just in case there’s any question, Jack Culver, the man we just talked to on the phone is and always has been my friend.”

“I know–”

“And that’s all.” She put her hands into his now wet hair and pulled his face a little closer to hers. “And I have never shared anything with him about my life. Or my past.”

Fire and relief and need shot low in his belly. “Good,” he growled as he lowered his mouth to kiss her. “I want to be the only one.”

There. He admitted it. He pushed her against the shower wall and seized her waist, gripping her ribcage to hoist her off the ground. “You got that, Luce? The…only…one.”

“Jack–”

He shut her up with another kiss, lifting her just high enough to position his erection between her legs. The only one, his brain screamed. The only one who kissed Lucy and filled Lucy and loved Lucy Sharpe.

Biting her lip, sucking her tongue, he forced her higher against the wall, the water sluicing down his back, adding heat to what was already incendiary.

He hissed a breath between clenched teeth as the head of his cock wedged into her swollen flesh.

She writhed against him, arching her back, taking him deeper with a sweet, strangled plea.

The only one.

Holding her under her arms, he braced his legs on the slippery tile and plunged to the hilt, back bowing as he howled to the ceiling, crazy and helpless and lost in the pleasure.

The only one.

Opening his eyes, he met her scorching gaze, her lips parted around desperate breaths. He devoured her mouth, clutching her ass, forcing her legs to wrap his hips, pumping her right into the wall, both of them lost and desperate and on the very edge of insanity.

The only one.

Her legs clutched as she came, her beautiful, sweet womanly envelope pulsed, and every drop of anything in him slammed his balls into a knot.

The absolutely only fucking one. Ever. Ever.

He grunted as the first blast of wicked hot release gripped him like a burning fingers and squeezed. Water blinded him as he rammed harder and faster, about to detonate.

“Jack. Wait. Don’t. Not inside me.”

Yes inside you.

“No, please, please.”

His grunt turned to a groan of pain as he dug down to the depths for the power to pull out.

Somehow, he dragged his length from her body. Grinding his shaft against her mound, he came hard over her stomach, the water washing away each heavy spurt as he shot and shot and shot until there was nothing left in him.

The water grew luke warm. They slid down the wall to the wet tiles. Their strangled breaths evened out.

And Lucy cupped her hands on his face and forced him to look into her eyes.

“You are the only one,” she whispered, still trembling. “You are.”