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Friday, January 2, 2015

Release Day Blitz --- Kevlar to My Vest by Lani Lynn Vale with Giveaway, Excerpt and Playlist



Title: Kevlar To My Vest
Series: Heroes of the Dixie Wardens MC #3
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Adult, Motorcycle Club Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2015

Cover Model: Gary Taylor
Photographer: FuriousFotog (Golden Czermak)

 
 








You’re the Kevlar…
Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn’t handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out.

To My…
Viddy couldn’t get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn’t explain. God help her, but she was even in a relationship with another man. She shouldn’t be thinking about the sexy biker with the voice that made shivers dance down her spine.

Vest…
Then the unthinkable happens, and the sexy cop she can’t stop thinking about is there for her, giving her what she never knew she needed. One moment in time, and she finds herself falling for the man, lock, stock, and barrel. The two of them have a lot of work to do to make this relationship succeed. What they didn’t know, however, was that there were people behind the scenes that were working to keep them apart. Sometimes the saying is true. You can’t always have what you want.






Kevlar To My Vest Excerpt © Lani Lynn Vale

“Unit 5-2 Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?”  I asked in surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked the link
loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk.  Then he
unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of his
collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and then he
started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on.  With three
quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the vest off
in quick, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the clothes you
have on.  I’d bet you’d win!”  I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his eyes told me
he was amused by my nervousness.  They pretty much said, ‘As well you
should be. I’m about to devour you.’
His white t-shirt was next, followed by the button on his
pants.
In response to that sparkle in his eye, I, of course,
blurted out the most embarrassing thing that I’d ever uttered.  “I’m a
virgin!”
The hands that were in the process of pushing his pants down
his hips froze in their tracks, and a feral, almost satisfied look, came over
him right about the time his hands found my hair.
In between kisses, I explained.  “Well, not a virgin,
per say.  I’ve popped my own cherry with numerous dildos in the past ten
years.”
I was pulled forward, one arm around my neck and the other
hand having a full grip of my hair, until I was flush against his naked chest.
“You couldn’t have said anything sexier to me right now.” He
growled, and then my body was flying through the air.
I wound up on his shoulder, staring at his fine ass.
His pants were riding low, just barely giving me a peek of
the muscular globes of his ass.
Not able to control myself, I placed a hot, open mouth kiss
on each cheek before taking my hands and shoving them down his pants.  I
cupped the perfection, letting my nails dig in when his grip tightened across
my back.
“Stop it,” he said smacking my ass.  “You’ve already
thoroughly ruined my control in the car with your teasing.  Keep it up and
it won’t be what you need.  It’ll be rough, raw, and dirty.”
“I like rough, raw, and dirty,” I panted just before biting
his ass.
I squealed when he tossed me down on the bed.
My skirt, which had been formed around my legs down to my
knees, was shifted up by rough hands.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded as his blunt fingers ran
up the outsides of my thighs, hooked around my panties and yanked them free.
“Shirt!” He growled as I watched him descend between my
legs, and hooked my legs around his strong shoulders.
A rough, callused thumb swept the outer lips of my pussy,
and he growled in appreciation.  “I like that you shave here.” He hissed.
“And that you’re so wet.  Is that all it takes?  A little dirty
talking from me, and that gets you ready for the taking?”
My shirt’s removal was all but forgotten with every button
undone, as well as the front clasp of my bra.  I had no more willpower to
remove anything.  Instead, focusing on what he was doing to me.
I would’ve answered him.  Really, I would have, but my
brains exploded with the first lick from his hot, wet tongue.  Neurons
that had never been stimulated before started to fire.  All at once.
My brain was on overload, and the only thing that I could seem to get out of my
mouth was the unintelligible whore moans that I’d thought were only special on
porn movies.
My hand moved to his blonde curly hair, and I dug in with
all of my fingers.
I didn’t guide him, though.  Trance wasn’t the type of
man that needed, nor wanted, guiding.  He was all man, and the last thing
he needed was any direction.



























I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.