Guest Blog: His Final Bounty by AJ Williams

200HFBTitle: His Final Bounty
Series: Bounty for Hire #4
Author: AJ Wiliams
Release Date: 3/24/14
Publisher: Self
Genre: Contemporary Spicy Romance


Eva Rosenberg hacks a secret file of Jefferson’s and discovers the man who shattered her heart and her world has one giant secret.

Jefferson Anders’ current bounty hunting status has allowed him to hide in the shadows, never forcing him to face the secrets of his past. Having spent five years hiding the truth, he never dreamed the secrets of his past would catch up to him. Secrets which cost him both the love of his life and connection to his family. Now, he must face the mistakes of his past.

With a confrontation looming with Eva and a possible death threat, they must work as a team to find forgiveness and defeat the enemy that waits in the shadows.

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AJ grew up in a small southern town in Missouri. It was there that she discovered her love of writing. Having the ability to create a story from nothing into something held her spellbound. She holds a bachelors degree, and will on occasion find it useful. Currently, AJ lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with her husband, their two small children and two dogs.

AJ loves learning about new things, playing games with her family, and listening to music. She loves romantic movies as well as science fiction. If truth be told, she loves fantasy and science fiction movies just a little bit more.

At given time she can be found letting her kids believe she has super powers.

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Eva wasn’t sure when it happened, but her body called to her in a way that she hadn’t felt in years. After all this time, he still wore Ralph Lauren Polo Black. She loved that smell. Her reaction to him spurred her body closer to his, lightly brushing her nipples against his side. Every sensation from Jefferson rubbing her back, to her tracing circles on his chest increased her breathing. Her nipples tightened and the dampness increased between her legs.

“Jefferson.” Her voice was soft as she moved her finger to his nipple in a sensual circle.

“Eva,” his growl pressed her to continue. There was something about the way he growled her name that caused her to stop circling and started to use her fingers to rub his nipple with her thumb and finger.

“You have to stop.”

Lifting her head up from his chest, she kept rubbing his nipple as she looked into his eyes.

“Tonight, please just give me this one night. After that, we will go our separate ways. I just need to feel you.”

“There will never be ‘just one night’ with us, Eva. If we do this, it’s for keeps. Do you understand? I could never let you walk away, nor would I allow myself to walk away from you again.”

His word slammed over her. His eyes danced in the light. She could see that he too needed tonight. As much as she wanted more nights, she didn’t think she could ever give him more. Then again, maybe she could, but it all depended on him. She had the truth, but it didn’t really ease the hurt she still felt in her heart.

She didn’t respond at first, as her thoughts rolled through her mind.

“Tonight please, Jefferson. Just tonight.”

“I’ll give you tonight, but we will talk,” he declared.

She didn’t want to talk. She wanted all or nothing and tonight it was all. If she couldn’t have tonight, then she could go back to having nothing in her life. She’d had five years of practice. What was another fifty? She nodded edging closer to his body.

“I mean it, Eva.”

She didn’t trust herself to say anything, afraid she might say no talking, just fucking, because that’s all she wanted. She nodded again, placing a light kiss on his chest.

Lifting her head up she gazed into his dark eyes, waiting to see if he understood or at least accepted her response. He moved over, roaming her face and then his eyes narrow for just a second.

Please, she begged silently for him to just give her now.

She touched her lips to his. It was ecstasy. His full lips upon hers. At first, he didn’t move, so she gave his nipple a pinch, causing him to open his mouth.


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Flash Fiction: (Currently Untitled and NSFW)

The fact that I could see through the hand gliding up my bare leg should have unnerved me. It didn’t. My fangs descended as heat licked along my skin everywhere that he’d touched. Rumor had it the ghost in Corridor 4B, just outside my apartments was more than an average specter. Until now, lying with him, and a new arrival on station—and my new roommate–I’d had no idea.

I leaned back against the broad chest cradling me. His massive erection pressed against my lower back and my pussy clenched just thinking about that shaft deep inside. Moaning, I fought the urge to roll over and impale myself. “Wait,” he’d said. “This will be good.” His promise lingered in my memories as his fingers skimmed across my breasts.

The translucent hand stopped at my pussy. Please. I lifted my hips, and he rewarded me by stroking my slick labia.

“I can smell her arousal,” Durgan said. He’d just arrived and wanted to talk about some deal with the Head of Security. “Why don’t you make her come first?”

As long as someone did, I wasn’t about to argue.

Excerpt: Tobine Chronicles Episode 1

ao_tobinechronicles_episode1_96dpi_200Here is an excerpt from Tobine Chronicles, episode 1. To learn more about The Tobine Chornicles and to see all buy links, visit the serial page.

Excerpt (Adult)

The front door banged open. Tenni startled and reached for the gun that hung on the wall behind her. Her fingers closed around cool metal, and she tugged the weapon towards her.

A silhouette filled the door. Tenni crouched in front of the crib, shielding her son’s body with her own, and leveled the gun at the intruder. A man stepped inside. It took a moment for her to register the form as her husband, Jode. He closed the door behind him, then brushed the mortar dust from his shoulders. “Damn Dorrines,” he muttered. “They’re getting too close.”

Tenni released a breath and slid the gun back into place. “You startled me.” Slowly, she rose to her feet and glanced down in her son’s crib. Kae gurgled in his sleep, not even disturbed by the bombing.

It’s a sad world we live in that my son can sleep through such things. She walked over to her husband and laid a hand against his shoulder. Got to play the dutiful wife. Tenni didn’t want to recall the slap she’d received the one time she voiced opposition to her husband’s plans, nor the dressing-down afterwards when she’d tried to run away. One of the Rikan gunmen had hauled her back home, and Jode told her it was for her own good. He kept guards on the doors then, for almost a month, until he’d convinced himself she wouldn’t try to run again.

Flash Fiction: Space Streak

(challenge given: Hell Week – Streak through a public place)

The service corridor opened to a busy level of the Promenade. I took a deep breath. A sheet wrapped around my body from shoulders to knees. Once I hit the Promenade, I was supposed to be naked for at least one lap of this level. My hand trembled as I reached up. One… Two… Three…

I darted onto the promenade and dropped my sheet. A few people stopped, but on this station, in this company, no one noticed. I ran as fast as my feet could take me, bare flesh slapping against the metallic floor. Air from the recyclers chilled the sweat on my skin. My breasts bounced. I focused on them, imagined everyone staring at their pendulous globes as I ran past. I turned the corner…nearly halfway there.

And out of the corner of my eye caught a vision of a toned ass. I stopped and followed him with my gaze. As he rounded the turn, I saw his cock, almost fully erect, bobbing before him. It was then I realized he wasn’t running full out, but savoring the moment, keeping his pace to a long-strided jog. Hell, I had to catch up with him! When I pulled my attention to his face, I saw thick blond hair and a profile to make a sculptor weep.

I took off running. Who was that naked runner?

The Tobine Chronicles Begin

Now Available: The Tobine Chronicles Episode 1

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Purchase direct from me, or visit Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks/Omnilit, or Amazon (Amazon link forthcoming).

In the battle to save the planet she loves, one woman must discover the truth about her past, and if she has the strength necessary to not just save Tobine–but rule.

Episode One — Tenni never liked the revolutionary group to which her husband belonged. Now he’s dead, along with their son. Government forces bring her an offer she’d be foolish to refuse, but what will happen when they discover she has no knowledge of her husband’s group or their next plans?

Episode Two coming March 13!


Tenni hated feeling helpless. She’d hated it that night three years ago when her father and she had watched the last of the transports leave. Six months later, he was dead from drink. The painful emotion pounded through her with the beat of the vibrating walls. Now, these bombings only made her feel more helpless. It wasn’t like she could do anything about the bombs that fell incessantly around her home. Jode said he worked to give us a better life. Tenni released a sigh. By now it didn’t matter who bombed whom. It was all the same in the end, and she really didn’t know on which side her husband stood.

Flash Fiction: Gift Worth Giving

One of my publishers does a flash fiction challenge each weekend. I took a moment, came up for air from a busy schedule, and here it is. I’m thinking I might have to finish this one… or at least finish this scene. This is set in the same world as my Political Bite series.

Gift Worth Giving

The words of rejection rang in her ears. “What do you mean I’m not what you wanted?” Trace had assured her that the vampire dock manager would accept her in trade for the agreement he’d struck on behalf of the human workers. She exhaled and let the robe drop to the floor. “Trace told me…”

Vik waved his hand dismissively in her direction. “Trace’s bargains are always shit.”

He wasn’t even looking at her. The bastard wasn’t even looking at her! “Hey,” she said, rising her voice. “It’s customary to at least look at your gift before you return it.” She stepped from the pool of red fabric at her feet and strode naked toward him.

Vik’s nostrils flared. Oh yeah, vamps were all the same.

She stopped before him, so close that if she took a deep breath her generous breasts would brush against his chest. A quick glance showed his erection tenting against his pants, and if he opened his mouth, she’d bet his fangs had descended too. Rumor had it, Vik had a taste for humans in more than one way.

Reaching out, Vik twined one of her long, auburn curls around his finger. “Maybe not all of Trace’s bargains.” He leaned forward and took a deep breath. “You’re wet. Tell me, Dana, do vampires turn you on?”

Dashing Space Captains I’ve Loved

Whether it’s piloting a single-man space ship or a large vessel with the weight of the universe on his shoulders, I’ve got to admit it. I find space captains sexy. The sense of adventure it took from John Crighton to go out in his module and end up on the other end of a wormhole is just as sexy as the calm stoic strength of Jean-Luc Picard. It takes…well…balls to go into outer space. Sure, in the universes mentioned (Farscape and Star Trek respectively) space travel seems to be much safer than it is today, barring the occasional wormhole or Borg cube, I suppose.

I could go through the list of space captains I’ve loved; there’s been a few that I’ve been kind of “meh” about. Kevin Sorbo in Andromeda comes to mind. He’s pretty to look at, and I liked the show for that, but otherwise….meh. Have to love Papa Adama in the reboot of Battlestar Galactica, but it was his son who we all swooned over.

Sheridan and Sinclair of Babylon 5 were pretty bad add. I have to admit on the hotness scale, I prefer Sinclair to Sheridan, but it’s really Garibaldi (and Marcus *happy sigh* who I watched for their looks and yeah, their particular characters, too.)

Might have to rewatch those old DVDs again…

The Series That Lasts

One of the great joys of social media is that we can “follow” or “friend” the stars of the science fiction programs we love and enjoy. It’s fun to find out what these stars are doing now as well as to see pictures of their adventures, sometimes with their costars, as they are now. Sometimes we’re surprised. Sometimes we’re amused. And sometimes we’re like “wow, that person has changed.”

But there are science fiction series which we love and will constantly watch and rewatch over the years. I’m thinking of Star Trek, StarGate, Babylon 5 or Farscape. Then, there are other series which we enjoyed while they were on, but over the years we forget about them. I really enjoyed watching Andromeda when it was on. It’s not on any more and I don’t really have the connection with the series.

The series which we love contain a few things: a compelling plot and story line, characters we identify, and it tugs at our emotions.

Book series are much like this. There are some series which we read and love and will read over and over again. Then, there are books that we read, thought they were good, and have moved on. As a writer, I have to connect with the character. I have to get inside the character’s head. Once I’m with the character then I can put the character into stories and hopefully reach readers well.


Not All Wounds Are Visible

I know this is a heavy topic to get back into blogging with, but I feel moved to share the information. Partially for personal reasons, partially for book ideas, I’ve been doing some research lately on a topic that’s been in the news: PTSD

Now I know that’s not a sexy topic, but it is an important one. Not only do I write a lot about people in jobs which exposes them to events which may trigger PTSD, but even something as benign as vampire political intrigue (the plot bunnies I’m bouncing around with at the moment), can cause the symptoms too. And though those of us in “real life” can escape to a fantasy world with a book, many of us have events which trigger it as well.

The good news is that there is treatment available, and that PTSD can be helped. What can you do?

Be kind.

Be supportive.

Be compassionate.

Be there.

Be caring.

Be understanding.

Your kind actions will go a long ways toward easing someone with PTSD, and is very much appreciated. And honestly, you may never know if someone is suffering with PTSD, so let’s be kind to each other anyway.

For more information, check out the PTSD alliance.