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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Book Blitz -- The Base Branch Series by Megan Mitcham


Base Branch Series
by Megan Mitcham
Genres: Adult, Romance, 
Suspense

 

ENEMY MINE
When friends become enemies and enemies become lovers.
Born in the blood of Sierra Leone’s Civil War, enslaved, then sold to the US as an orphan, Base Branch operative, Sloan Harris is emotionally dead and driven by vengeance. With no soul to give, her body becomes the bargaining chip to infiltrate a warlord’s inner circle, the man called The Devil who killed her family and helped destroy a region.

As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan’s body, if it expedites his father’s demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for  the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. Maybe it’s the flashes of memory. Two forgotten children drawing in the dirt beneath the boabab tree. But he fears there is more at stake than his life.

In the Devil’s den with Baine by her side, Sloan braves certain death and discovers a spirit for living.

 






JUSTICE MINE
For justice. For country. For love.

After witnessing her friend’s sexual assault, seven year senior, Magdalena Wells escapes an attack with a few bruises and a thousand  questions. As a journalist in practice, if not in pay, Mags vows to utilize the skills she mastered in the Democratic Republic of Congo and answer every single one, just as soon as she gets the hell out of town.

Law Pierce’s aim is rest and relaxation after two years undercover in South Africa on an extended Base Branch mission, but restlessness puts him in trouble’s path. As a servant of justice, Law will do everything in his power to keep trouble safe. The fact that trouble’s petite stature and luscious curves stir his every primal instinct is a massive inconvenience he struggles to ignore.

Together Magdalena and Law uncover a web of corruption and dirty lies that could set their country’s top official ablaze, if the inferno doesn’t consume them first.





STRANGER MINE
One takes control. One finds balance in letting go.

Base Branch operative, Ryan Noble is accustomed to taking orders whether from his commander or his overbearing mother. His best friend urged him to take control of his life, but the only thing worse than an angry woman is a teary one. He has no desire to upset his mother’s fragile emotions. Losing his sister was hard enough, his mom couldn’t bear losing another child. Even if it is to the other side of D.C. It’s a damn good thing she doesn’t know what he does for a living.

On a routine mission to destroy a cargo free human trafficking facility and exterminate it’s operators, Ryan blows his extraction to rescue a woman he finds chained inside.

Piper Vega is caught between metal and a hard place. She needs information and it has taken far too long to cull it from her leads, also known as her captors. She finally has the facts she needs to complete her task, but it’ll take a miracle to set her free and see it achieved. Santo Padre knows she never expected her good favor to come in the form of a man.

Ryan takes the reins of life in his sturdy grip while Piper discovers balance in loosening hers. Through intense battles of will, both find the unexpected.







Excerpts 
 
Excerpt 1 - Enemy Mine (Book 1)

        The moment Sloan crossed the threshold into the sitting room all eyes were on her. Not in the, “Wow, she looks so good,” way, but in the, “Oh, she just stumbled on the high wire,” way. Lana perched on the edge of a settee next to Devereaux, legs crossed, leaning toward him, but her eyes sparkled with interest in Sloan’s direction. She, and the other ladies in the room, awaited her fall.
    The Devil, busy tapping the display of his phone, paid her no attention. So, Sloan smiled sweetly and nodded to Lana like a good little escort. The damn butler stood next to the dining room door all prim and proper, waiting to be called upon.
    Yeah right.
    Kobi had yet to arrive, but her real problem leaned against the frame of the French doors studying her.
    Sloan knew how to take a hit. It was second nature for her to roll a shoulder, step back, block, weave, or absorb the force and use the momentum to throw her attacker off balance. Yet, there was nothing she could do to stave off the impact of Baine’s steady gaze. He looked at her and saw...everything. Like every secret she harbored, every hope and fear, were unveiled for his eyes alone.
    She huffed out a breath at the idiocy of the notion, but still struggled to discredit it. Especially when he beckoned her with the slightest nod of his head. As she steadied her quivering nerves with bold steps in his direction, she examined him, looking for any signs of weapons or weakness.
    His most prominent weapons called her attention first. Hooded by dark lashes, Baine’s blue eyes glinted in the final shreds of daylight. A fine suit matching the color of his dark hair covered his body and nearly hid the butts of two handguns nestled below his shoulders. Thighs about the diameter of her waist fit easily in his slacks and revealed no trace of a holster. Not that she discounted the probability he had one or two somewhere on his lower half. The scruff on his chin had turned into the makings of a close-cropped beard, and she discounted its significance...right up until she was forced to swallow the saliva that had pooled in her mouth.
    The man was a weapon. Finely honed with little to no weakness about him. Not a lawyer. Not a friend.
    “You look stunning,” he said when the toes of her heels were only a few feet away from his surely custom dress shoes.
    “You don’t look stunned to me,” she replied, searching his face for any reaction.
    The corner of his mouth quirked. “Good. I can’t give you any advantage over me.”
    “Why not?”
    He scanned the room before returning to her, then said in a quiet rumble, “When I answer, keep in mind where we are.”
    Confusion furrowed her brow. Caution told her to back away. Curiosity kept her in place. “Okay?”
    He waved the butler over and placed his empty glass on the tray he carried. “Scotch. Straight.”
    Lawrence nodded. “Anything for you, miss?”
    Sloan cleared her throat before she was able to speak, suspense and irritation having tightened it. “No, thank you.”
    The butler winked at her playfully before turning away from them.
    Baine ripped her gaze from the butler’s back by settling his hands on either side of her neck. Heat radiated from his big palms to the pads of each finger and sent what should have been a warning alert, but instead launched a pang of desire to her belly. He gathered her hair in his hands. The weight of it lifted from her chest and back for a moment before he settled it, running his hands down the back of her neck and spine to her tail bone. The motion pulled her to him. Her head automatically snuggled into the hollow of his neck, as he cupped her ass and pulled her closer still.
    A hint of cologne and sex shot up her nose. Like the cocaine she’d been offered the previous night, his scent was a drug she’d best let alone. She exhaled him slowly, trying not to savor him or dread the room’s plain air she tilted up to inhale. Before she had a moment to lament, his teeth nipped a trail up her neck.
    When he reached her lobe his lips enveloped it, diamond and all. She bit down on a moan. He removed the grip she hadn’t realized she had on his coat and kept her hands burrowed in his, not giving an inch of space between them.
    “I wouldn’t have expected such an honest reaction from an undercover Branch Agent.”
    As every muscle in Sloan’s body went taut, Baine’s grip tightened on her hands. Not painfully so. Just enough to pull her back from the edge of sanity. Back from pulling her knife and going to work on everyone in the room she could get to before she got blown to bits.
    “Relax,” he whispered. “I don't want to fight you. I watched you take out Bull in D.C. and I know how handy you are with a knife.”
    His lips grazed her cheek, and then he was there, resting his forehead on hers. Those deep blue eyes exploring hers.
    “So,” he added, “do us both a favor and keep that purse tucked under your arm.”
    Bastard.
    He released her hands and straightened, her gaze now level with his throat. Sloan stood stunned like a piece of petrified wood. How in the fuck did he know she was a Branch Agent? Even Branch Agents didn’t know all of the other Branch Agents. She wasn’t one for profanities, but if ever a situation called for one or a hundred…
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    His lips spread into a thin smile and he leaned closer. “It takes brass balls to stand there after that kind of blow. I’m impressed.”
    She smiled back, mirthlessly. “Don’t be. It doesn’t take balls when you’re a person with nothing to lose.”
    Baine’s brow pinched and his smile faded. “That’s unfortunate, because I need you to have a bit of self-preservation, if we’re going to make it through this week.”






Excerpt 1 - Justice Mine (Book 2)

        Instead of knocking, Mags fished her keys out of the depths of her tote and let herself inside. Maybe she could sneak in like old times and avoid a proper dressing down. She slipped through the door and fastened it behind her. She turned to tiptoe through the warmly decorated living room, but abruptly teetered. Something metal caught the toe of her sandal and upended her world, yet again. Metal clacked and clattered around her body as she landed hard on…she didn’t know what the fuck it was, but it hurt. Heavy footfalls thudded down the stairs in a rapid beat. And instantly her heart revved a notch.
    Easton Wells, her dad, didn’t get in a rush about anything, and he was a slender fellow. Not nearly as big as the thunder rumbling in her direction. Though her pulse ratcheted with each closing step, Mags’ brain kicked into gear after the tilt-a-whirl ride of the evening and she sighed in relief. Baine. Her brother was that big, but why in the world would he be in her father’s house?
    Still weary, Mags scrambled to her hands and knees. At least, she tried. Tubular metal polls rolled under her palm, caught the edge of the bag on her arm, and sent her sprawling again.
    “What the hell,” a deep baritone boomed. Not Baine. Baine’s voice was similarly bass, but this one held a rough quality that quaked its way down her spine.
    “Dad,” she screamed with every bit of air she held in her lungs. What had he done to her dad? Who was he? What did he want? That fucking weasel from the apartment…he’d held true to his word and worked too damn fast…
    A big hand clamped around her upper arm and pulled. Magdalena let the tote slip from her opposite shoulder as the behemoth hoisted her from the floor, and then balled her fist and rammed. She looked past the wide expanse of his bare chest and aimed for his throat, like Baine had shown her.
    Before she could blink, he had her restrained. Thick arms coiled around her chest and arms as he pinned her to his body. Her face burrowed into a valley of muscle while her breasts smashed against the rippled tract of his abdomen. Heat radiated from the man, warming every inch of her exposed skin from brow to ankle. He touched her everywhere. Encompassed her completely.
    Panic seized her as stories of sexual violation flooded her memory from the interviews she’d taken from Goma to Bunia. Now she’d have her own story, if she survived. Her arms and legs flailed of their own volition in a primal struggle for freedom. For life.
    “Magdalena, calm down.” His voice brooked no argument. And damn her body, but it obeyed, going rigid as a board.
    “How do you know my name? Where’s my father? Who are you? What do you want?” The questions, jumbled from her addled brain, fell out of her mouth in a breathless line of inquiry.
    “Baine said you asked lots of questions.”
    At the mention of her brother’s name she sagged into the man, completely spent. He accepted her weight without the slightest sway of his stance. On a pivot he leaned over her. Embarrassed and absolutely confused, Magdalena hid her face in the hard ridge of his chest as he hooked one arm behind her knees and collected her in his hold.
    “What are—" Her question was a whisper he cut off with that rugged voice of his.
    “No more questions. I’m still processing the last interrogation. You’d think you were a reporter or something.”
    “Journalist.”
    “College student,” he shot back.
    Mags hated the smile that curved one side of her mouth because she didn’t understand it at all. Nor could she comprehend why the sweaty musk of his skin made her want to lap it clean with her tongue.

    



Excerpt 1 - Stranger Mine (Book 3)


        “Piper, regular sex is mundane. Mediocre at best.” He shrugged.
    “Maybe you just haven’t done it with the right person.” She inhaled, stuffing her lungs full of his masculine scent, and enjoyed the hit. Like a pothead discovering crystal meth, she was hooked. Whether she liked it or not.
    “No doubt. But what I’m talking about, if done right, blows regular sex out of the water every single time.”
    “What makes you think you can do it right?”
    “I can’t.” Ryan’s thumb mimicked the earlier caress over her left cheek. “We could.” He placed the pad between his lips and sucked off the moisture. ”It’s a trust so absolute I could aim a gun to your head. Smile. Pull the trigger. Kill the man sneaking up behind you. And all the while you’d smile back at me. Never for an instant believing I could harm a strand of your hair. An inch of your skin. A piece of your heart.”

 


Book Trailers
Trailer - Enemy Mine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etESsC3xQ_c

Trailer - Justice Mine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YkIhh0PEOs

Trailer - Stranger Mine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpZgYCA5Wo8



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AUTHOR BIO
Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.

Author Links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6552758.Megan_Mitcham


Author Interview


 
Interview - Enemy Mine
1)    Where did you get the idea for Enemy Mine? Enemy Mine came first as a single stand alone novel. The idea sparked while watching a documentary, First Position. Yes, its about ballet. No, Im not a ballerina. But it was winter and I was nursing a newborn for hours on end, which lent itself well to snuggling and binging on TV (which I never do). The film told the story of Michaela DePrince, born in the height of Sierra Leones civil war, orphaned, adopted by an American couple to become one of the worlds elite ballerinas. Her physical power, grace, and inner strength awed me. I found myself thinking of her, her struggle and rise from unimaginable heartache. The seed germinated into Enemy Mine.
2)    What projects are you working on now? When is your next project expected to be released? Warrior Mine (book 4 - Vails story) will release January 2015. I have also submitted two short stories for anthologies to Cleis Press, who has published some of my earlier works. I am also writing For All to See, the first novel in the Bureau Series due out April 2015.
3)    How many books are in the Base Branch Series? Enemy Mine is the first of the Base Branch Series. Also released with it are Justice Mine (book 2 - Laws story) and Stranger Mine (book 3 - Ryans story). There are seven novels plotted in this series. Each follows a hero and heroine previously met in the series, but the heroes and heroines from past novels are know to drop in on occasion.
4)    What do you do when you’re not writing? Sleep. Kidding! I have a wonderful family to nurture, for which I am ever grateful and exhausted. Since writing and reading require me to be still so many hours in the day, when Im not writing Im moving; working out, running, biking, kayaking, horse-back riding, playing with our horse-sized dogs, doing laundry, dishes, taxiing. Also known aslife.

Interview - Justice Mine
1.     Where did you get the idea for Justice Mine? Baines grandfathers butler has a small role in Justice Mine, but he created the plot from thin air and presented it on a silver platter. You see, Easton Wellthe butler, has a daughter who becomes his surrogate little sister after he and his mother moved to London. Then Magdalena was there, a fully-formed trouble maker with billowy blond hair, a sassy mouth, and tons to prove. Law was back from his undercover stent in Africa, looking to quietly decompress. But Magdalena and trouble are never far apart. In her effort to avoid it, she headed home to her brother, but found Law instead.
2.     What projects are you working on now? When is your next project expected to be released? Warrior Mine (book 4 - Vails story) will release January 2015. I have also submitted two short stories for anthologies to Cleis Press, who has published some of my earlier works. I am also writing For All to See, the first novel in the Bureau Series due out April 2015.
3.     How many books are in the Base Branch Series? Enemy Mine is the first of the Base Branch Series. Also released with it are Justice Mine (book 2 - Laws story) and Stranger Mine (book 3 - Ryans story). There are seven novels plotted in this series. Each follows a hero and heroine previously met in the series, but the heroes and heroines from past novels are know to drop in on occasion.
4.     Which is your favorite cover? Thats like picking a favorite child. And like children, these covers are all different. You have the easy one: Justice Mine. It came together immediately with the perfect stance to mimic Laws strong and distant nature. You have the trouble maker: Enemy Mine. I was beginning to think wed never find the level of burly badassness to adequately represent Baine, when the designers went for broke on this one and won me over big time. Then you have the unassuming charmer: Stranger Mine. Its quiet colors and striking nature stole my heart from the first glance.

Guest Post - Travel Time
My favorite part about writing the Base Branch Series—besides getting to better know the uniquely complicated and stubbornly passionate characters—is the travel. Do I have the means to jet set from Washington D.C. to Africa, to London, and then Los Angeles to Mexico? Nope, but I can research with the best of them. I. Did. A. Ton. Of. Research. And loved every minute of it.
Did you know Sierra Leone hosts hundreds of miles of pristine beach nestled against the cobalt water of the Atlantic Ocean? How about this? Many tube stations in the London Underground were used as air-raid shelters during the Second World War.
Thanks to Google maps, I’ve roamed the streets of Hermosillo, Mexico and scoped the dusky grass of the Kruger Lowveld. You know my places to travel to list has tripled in the last year. I’ll start witting it down with a trip to Mexico in a few months. Yay!
So, what are the top destination on your travel list?
 Come to Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/meganmitchamauthor, and let me know.
 
Guest Post - Cover Crush 


I could spend this entire post talking about how wonderful Delilah Devlin is. But I won't. If you're here you already know as much. I'll just say, "Thank you, DD, for your compassion, encouragement, and sharing your imagination with us, your revenues throng of eager readers."

Why is it a book is not a book until it has a cover?

You see, I recently unveiled three new covers, all my very own. No, I didn't design them. But the words they guard the door for are mine. All mine! Yet, the words didn't seem real until that sentinel stood tall before them. Almost 200,000 words, and they didn't seem real. Crazy right? Then again, not.

Though the words make the story, it's not a marketable product without a cover. The good. The bad. The Oh my gosh, what were they thinking! You still need it to make a book. When I think back to some of my favorite novels none are the ones with the most beautiful cover. This doesn't stop me from having cover crushes. My current lady crush is Delilah's Once in a Blue Moon. My current man crush is Parker Kincade's Borrowed Cowboy.

Who are your current cover crushes?

I'll leave you in the capable hands of these three hotties. Baine. Law. Ryan. Maybe they'll be list contenders.

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