Under the Cover with Marteeka Karland & Shelby Morgan
Please give a warm welcome to Lt. Jamie Callahan and Officer Amanda Black from StrikeForce (Memphis Heat 3) by Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.
Dawn: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the cross-hairs for your author?
Jamie: Still trying to figure that one out. I was just there. Minding my own business. Then suddenly my partner gets mauled by a bunch of werewolves and I'm the hero (puffs out chest) of the next book.
Amanda: I didn’t do it, honest. And you can’t prove a thing.
Dawn: What was it that drew you to your mate?
Jamie: Her sassy mouth. Tolf off the boss man when he implied it was my fault my partner got killed. (aside) She's a bit overprotective...
Amanda: What he’s saying is, I’m a bitch. But that’s just a … well, a twist on a convention. I’m a shewolf. It’s my prerogative.
Jamie: and I just LOVE a bitch... in heat...
Amanda: We’ll talk about that later. And just maybe in PRIVATE this time.
Dawn: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?
Jamie: There was seduction involved? She jumped me! I had no choice. Not that I minded. :)
Amanda: Well, he’s the most stubborn, pigheaded, annoyingly OBSESSED with the rules guy... but to answer your question -- we’re not real good at that are we? -- in front of the whole pack at the full moon gathering. I never thought I’d beingto exebitionism, but who knew having an audience would be so hot!
Dawn: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
Jamie: Commando!! I like to let it ALL hang out.
Amanda: I like my man in fur... literally.
Dawn: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he/she can play?
Jamie: Uh. Walk into my line of vision?
Amanda: Show up? Hey. You stole my line. Quit licking my ear damn it!
Dawn: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild -- in and out of bed?
Jamie: Her... tail.
Amanda: His ass. He has the cutest ass... oh wait. Me, drive him wild. My tits. If I pinch the nipples, like -- Down boy!
Dawn: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Memphis Heat: Strikeforce?
Jamie: Made me have sex in front of the pack! I'm a shy guy! What? I'm serious!
Amanda: Shy. You. You lie, like a wolf on a rug. And while you're there I can make you sit up and beg. Yeah. Just like that.
Jamie: Yes dear.
Amanda: Shut up.
Jamie: Of course, dear.
Dawn: Anything else you would like to add?
Jamie: Our authors are bitches too. I hope someone makes them have sex in front of the entire pack too. *grumble*
Amanda: You think they wouldn’t?
Amanda: And they call ME a bitch...Jamie: Knowing those two... *shudders* NOT an image I wanted... SOOOO not.
Amanda: Come off it -- you’re a guy. And it was your idea anyway. I really can’t trust you out in public...
Jamie: *wolfish grin*
Amanda: Quit biting my ear, damn it. I’m gonna jump you right here in front of Good and everybody. Again.
Thank you, Jamie and Amanda, ah. make that Amanda and Jamie, sorry, for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find StrikeForce (Memphis Heat 3) by Marteeka Karland and Shelby Morgen at http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2069
Strikeforce (Memphis Heat)
by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Werewolves, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Memphis Heat (#3)
Page Count: 42
Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob's declared war on the MPD, leaving a team of dead cops in their wake. Lt. Jamie Callahan's convinced there's a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out who set them up -- and who's responsible for the deaths of their former lieutenants.
Officer Amanda Black has her sights set on the hottest hottie in the MPD calendar, Mr. July, Lt. Jamie Callahan, but every time she gets close, he backs off. Is he avoiding her because she's black? Or because he's got some last century sense of nobility when it comes to officers under his command? Either way, Amanda intends to change Callahan's mind. No one stands up to an Alpha She-Wolf in heat. She's about to mark her territory, and any woman who gets in her way's going to feel her claws.
"Callahan. Black. My office. Now." Snorrasan's abrasive voice ripped through the squad room.
Jamie Callahan took his time buttoning his shirt before he headed down the hall to answer the summons. Granted, Snorrasan was his commanding officer, and Callahan would never openly disrespect a superior in front of those in his command, but Snorrasan was a son of a bitch at best. Callahan had disliked him from the moment they'd met. Still, the man was good at his job.
"Congrats on the promotion, Callahan."
Callahan glanced up to see Amanda Black heading for Snorrasan's office, those long, long legs of hers eating up the distance between them. And the look didn't stop there. He trained his attention on her face, because looking lower was unprofessional. Not that it helped -- her face was one of her best features. Hell, just the mention of her name was enough to kick Jamie Callahan's libido into overdrive. Except for one persistently nagging issue that even time couldn't sweep under the history books.
"Thank you, Officer Black. Glad to see you're back on duty." He was now her commanding officer. And that meant she was off limits. Which didn't help a whole hell of a lot, but sometimes addressing her formally, saying her rank out loud, made him acutely aware he had his integrity to protect.
"The feeling's mutual, I assure you. Fucking hospitals give me the creeps. Especially the one I came from. I felt like a giant lab rat. Work seemed the only cure." Her smile seemed to light up the world, taking away some of his tension over almost losing her. But not all of it. He doubted that fear would ever completely dissipate.
"We've missed you." I missed you. They'd lost Smith and Reginold, and nearly lost Black and White as well.
Callahan held open the door to Snorrasan's office, acting like the gentleman his mother had wanted him to be and not the horny teenager he felt like around Amanda.
"Black. Callahan. Glad you could make it." Snorrasan's humorless tone still managed to convey his general dislike at being kept waiting. "Sit down." Snorrasan didn't waste time with preliminaries. "Both of you lost partners in that clusterfuck last month. Now that Black's back on full duty, I want you to work together. I'm officially assigning you Black as your new partner, Callahan. Try to keep this one alive."
Fury ignited deep in Callahan's chest. Keep this one alive? It'd been an ambush, plain and simple, and no one had asked the question he needed answered. "Yeah? That'd be a hell of a lot easier if I know someone's got my back." Where the hell had Snorrasan and his team been?
"Funny you should mention that." Amanda slid in smoothly, looking down at her long fingers, inspecting her nails like a queen might when addressing a peasant. "White and I were supposed to have a team coming in behind Callahan and Reginold. If I'm not mistaken, that was the plan devised by..." She trailed off as she looked up at Snorrasan, capturing his gaze in one so cold, Callahan was sure the room chilled by ten degrees. "You."
Snorrasan stiffened. "Just what are you trying to say, Black?"
"I'm saying, before you go making snide remarks to my Lieutenant, get your fucking facts straight. If anyone dropped the ball, it was your team. Not Callahan."
That was way more than insubordination, but Callahan wasn't touching it. He suspected Snorrasan wouldn't either. Mainly because Amanda was dead on right.
Snorrasan smiled. "Just as I suspected. You two will be perfect for one another."
Callahan bristled at that one. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Why the fuck do you think I promoted you, Callahan? Not for your charm, that's for damn sure. You're one of the most insufferable, hair-triggered bastards in my squad. As for Black, you take insubordination to new levels. You're also two of the finest cops I've ever worked with. You're both too damn honest to keep your mouths shut, even when it's in your own best interest. Which means I can trust you. And right now I can't say that of everyone on this squad."
All Callahan's animosity drained away at the deadly calm in Snorrasan's tone. A spike of electricity ran up his spine like the razor edge of a needle. "What are you sayin', Boss?"
"I'm saying, watch your backs. You're asking the right questions, but you need to ask them a little more carefully. We were set up out there, all of us. I don't have all the answers. Yet. You're going to help me find them. You'll be working with Lieutenant Carson and Officer Regan on this. I want to know who sold us out, and I want to know before we lose another team. Don't trust anyone else, pack or not. Are you in?"
Damn it. Under any other circumstances, Callahan would have gone off on Snorrasan for assigning him the hottest single woman in the precinct for a partner, but Snorrasan was right. If the squad had been compromised, there was no place Amanda was safer than in his sight. His dick would just have to learn to ignore her delicious body and let his other brain focus on work. "Fuck, yeah. I'm in."
Amanda turned to look at him while she answered Snorrasan. The tip of her tiny pink tongue crept out to wet those already shiny, chocolate-covered-cherry lips. "Do I wanna partner up with the hottest hunk on the Men of the Memphis PD calendar and go hunt down the bastards who murdered our partners and made me and White into werewolves? Oh, yeah. I'm liking the sound of this."
She'd seen that damn calendar? Alarm bells went off in Callahan's head. "You know you're insane."
Amanda's grin turned feral. "I'm glad you finally noticed."
Callahan stifled a groan. "It was for charity, and I'm your commanding officer. Regulations..."
Snorrasan snorted. "I'm not hearing a word of this. I know you've been skating around one another for months, trying to ignore what the rest of us already knew, but I don't need to hear about it. Yet. I need the two of you together. Right where you are. You work the rest out however you need to -- just keep your private business private until this is cleared up."
Callahan closed his eyes. I am so fucked... Snorrasan had all but given them permission... No. He couldn't do this. It went against everything he'd ever believed. Didn't it? Regulations were there for a reason and he'd always followed the regs.
He looked up and saw Amanda grinning down at him. "What's the matter, white boy? You got a problem with black pussy?"
Yeah. He was fucked.
"Go. You have work to do." Snorrasan shook his head and waved them away. "And I know it's against your natures, but try to use a little discretion!"
He was an idiot. He'd read her so wrong. She'd been leading him around by the cock ever since she got out of the academy, and he was the only one who hadn't known it. And his commander was feeding him to the wolves. Literally. "You're black? I hadn't noticed."
"Baby, I'm just a bitch. A bitch in heat, and you're looking a lot like lunch these days."
Callahan grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her out of Snorrasan's office, but kicking the door shut in his wake couldn't drown out the sound of his commander's laughter.
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He can smell his partner's sexual attraction -- she might as well be in heat. But if he lets Belle have what she wants, will she wake up with a strong desire for raw meat? Not knowing means trying to talk her out of the sex she's determined to have with him, because he's not told her he has a furry side.
Yeah. Two partners who always have each other's backs and can share anything -- and everything -- but the one thing they need to share the most.
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Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob's moving in, and the FBI's recruiting Memphis PD's finest -- finest werewolves -- to form their new FBI Paranormal Activities Task Force.
When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie trainee, Regan "Sundance" O'Mally, are caught between the MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes. And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them to the growing list of victims.
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About Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
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