Welcome to the 4th stop in Donna
Michael’s Book Tour for Captive Hero.
She has two great prizes she’s offering up on this blog tour. After you
read about her book, stop by the bottom of this tour stop to find out how you
can win
a free download of any of Donna’s backlist, plus a $15 Amazon Gift Card!
Test
flying an invisible plane—unreal
Time-shifting
to WWII—unbelievable
Capturing
a hero—unavoidable.
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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 anticipated—and 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 family’s very
existence. Sam’s 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:
The
door suddenly jerked in and to the right with such force Sam stumbled forward
into the cabin.
Son-of-a…
Before
she could regain her equilibrium, something big hit the back of her calves and
knocked her to the floor—hard.
Intruder?
So help me, if he hurt the captain…
Instinct
kicked in. Knee thrust upward, she made contact with a solid object and heard a
muffled oath before she rolled in the opposite direction. Large hands gripped
her waist, and despite her clumsy attempt to hold on to the threshold, he
yanked her back.
Yeah, coming here without a weapon had been a
real good idea.
Fast
and precise, she drove her elbow into the vicinity of her assailant’s jaw and
sent a sharp jolt up her arm. She swallowed a cry of pain and rejoiced in his
second muffled oath. Two for me. With
a quick roll, she scrambled to her knees and began to rise when a heavy weight
hit from behind, dropped down and pinned her face-first to the cold, wooden
floor.
“Not
so fast. Sam is it?”
That
familiar, deep voice split the silence, while hot, panting breathes stirred
more than the hair on her neck. Uncontrollable shivers covered her skin as
recognition stole the fight out of her. This wasn’t an intruder. It was Captain
Mitchell. Thank God. He was safe.
But
she wasn’t.
The
instant she stopped struggling, her body became deliciously aware of every
hard, solid inch of the six-foot-two-inch frame completely covering her from
head to toe.
Holy Black Sheep.
The
urge to wiggle just so he’d press tantalizingly closer was almost more than she
could bear. If only I was on my back…
The errant thought sent a wicked quiver straight to her core.
You’re a Marine. You don’t give in.
Sam
tamped down her burgeoning desire and willed her voice to convey calm. “Let me
up, Captain. I can explain.”
“No,
and damn right you can.” He lifted up slightly, easing some of his weight.
Thank goodness…I think.
Instead
of knocking him off balance and regaining the upper hand, she drew in a few
breaths and refrained from retaliating. She’d abducted the man. He was out of
his element. She needed to keep things
civil.
Mistake
number one.
A
swift motion had her arms yanked behind her back, while he wrapped her crossed
wrists with something strong and thin. Fishing line? Oh, hell no!
“What
in the world do you think you’re doing?”
No
answer.
“Damn
it, Captain. You let me go, now.” She
thrashed from side to side, trying her best to free her legs from his shifting
weight.
“No,”
he said, and granting her earlier wish, pressed closer.
Funny,
she wasn’t as happy about the pinning
as she’d originally imagined.
Unable
to move, and barely able to breath, she stilled. Best to see what he wanted,
and bide her time until he let his guard down. And he would let it down, of
that she had no doubt. Men always did.
Cold
from the floorboards cooled her heated skin as she twisted her face to the
side. What little breath his weight would allow funneled into her lungs. “You
can get off me now.”
No
answer.
“Captain.”
She tried to draw in another breath but only coughed. “I c-c-can’t brea…”
He
lifted a mere fraction, but the extra space was enough to fill her lungs with a
proper amount of air. “Thanks.” She coughed again.
In
the next instant, he hauled her up off the floor and pulled her to the center
of the sprawling living room. Alarm raced down her spine. He’d moved the
furniture to the side. Damn man must’ve had this planned for days. Could she
blame him? Of course not. He was a Marine. She would’ve done the same.
Plopped
onto a wooden chair, arms hooked around the back, she clenched her teeth
against the pain ripping her muscles. Dammit.
If he wasn’t a Black Sheep, she’d kick his ass. Turning the tables on him would
not be a problem. But she refrained. Barely.
He doesn’t understand,
her mind reminded. You plucked him from
the middle of war and dropped him in the middle of nowhere. Therefore, you will
not give him a permanent limp.
Discipline
once again kicking in, she relaxed her shoulders and the stiffness from her
arms, and soon the sting of her restraints lessened.
“Now,
Captain,” she said as calm as possible. “Kindly tell me what the hell you think
you’re doing?”
“Why,
I should think that was obvious…Sam.”
The
Marine’s unfriendly tone sent shivers of the wrong kind down her spine. Her
blood froze. This can’t be good. She lifted her chin, refusing to be
intimidated. She also refused to look him in the eye. The last time had
completely disoriented; not at all what she needed right now.
With
her gaze fixed on his regulation tan shirt, she stared at the uniform, hoping
to find the view safer.
Wrong.
Broad
shoulders forced the material to hug his lean frame. Damn. He sure had wonderful
muscle definition for someone born before the fitness craze. Her mouth dried.
And the waxing craze. Ah hell. He had hair, too. A light sprinkling peaked out
from his collar, teasing her with thoughts of what else his uniform concealed.
She gave herself a mental shake and concentrated on the situation at hand.
“What’s
obvious, Captain, is that you’re being a jerk. So you’d better spell it out for
me. What are you doing?”
He
stepped closer without a reply.
More
intimidation tactics. Instinct cried out he wasn’t going to speak until she
looked up. Damn, stubborn…
“I’m
not interested in playing ‘who’s the
baddest Marine’ with you. It’s been one hell of a long week. I’m tired,
hungry, and thanks to you, I’m sore, so let’s call our tussle a draw.”
Composed, her voice belayed the turmoil swirling in her gut. Fine, he wanted
her to look up, she’d look up.
With
fingernails biting into her palms, she tipped her head and stared into a pair
of unmerciful, cold, blue-green eyes. Beset with an overwhelming urge to
swallow—okay, gulp; his unfriendly gaze demanded she gulp—Sam’s cowardly side
did an about-face and her chin lifted higher.
“Well?
Do you always treat women this way? Does man-handling make you feel big and
strapping?”
Frosting
further, eyes now more blue than green narrowed as his clenching jaw cracked
out an ‘I’m losing my control’ tune.
Way to go, Sam. She
pushed him into pouncing tiger mode and was the only flesh around. At least she
possessed the good sense to back down. Usually. Too bad she left good with common back on the base.
“Okay.”
Keep your mouth shut. Zip it. “Can I
take your silence to mean there’s a reason you attacked me and tied me up?”
Muscled
arms folded across a broad chest, while a humorless grin crossed his face. “Oh,
there’s a reason all right, Sam. A very good one.”
“And
your reason is?”
His
grin disappeared, along with her breathing.
“To
capture the captor.”
Captive Hero --Book One in
my Time-shift Heroes Series: is available
now at Amazon. The second book –Future
Hero will release this summer.
I
also currently have a novella out through The Wild Rose Press. Cowboy-Sexy is part of their Honky Tonk
Hearts Series, and is now available in several eBook formats. And on Amazon for KINDLE
A little bit about Donna…
Multi-published in eBook and print, I write from
short to epic, sweet to hot across several romance genres through The Wild Rose
Press, Whimsical Publications, and this book--Captive Hero marks my first foray into self publishing.
I’m married to a military man for over
twenty-six years. We have four children, several rescued cats, and live in
Northeastern Pennsylvania, where we enjoy all four seasons…although, I’d love
to enjoy summer a bit longer and winter a bit less.
NOW
ONTO THE PRIZES…
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Thank
you, and good luck!
~Donna
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