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Book one in the Heroes of Saturn series.

As a female sheriff in a small town, Brett Briggs faces enough obstacles turning complacent good ol’ boys into a top-notch police force without the added insult of a vigilante apprehending her criminals. Her prime suspect? Kristos Kilsgarrd, the sexy river guide who has been open in his desire to move her away from her badge and into his bed.

In his former position as royal guard, Kristos once failed a woman he cared for and as punishment was banned from his home on one of Saturn’s moons. He vows not to make the same mistake with Brett and uses his superpowers to protect her, no matter the foe. Or the cost.
But Brett didn’t become sheriff by letting a man take care of her, and although the hot-as-hell Kristos is persuasive, she’s not going to start now—even after burning it up between the sheets with him. When her town is threatened, they cry out for a hero and she sets out to prove to everyone, Kristos included, that she’s the woman for the job.

Excerpt of Hero Revealed by Anna Alexander- Out now from Ellora’s Cave, ,
“Good morning, Brett.”
Damn it, how did he do that? She sucked in a breath for strength and stepped around the corner, and promptly swallowed her tongue when he came into view.
The morning sun highlighted the blue in his thick, black hair, making it look as soft as a panther’s pelt. He was the definition of tall, dark and dangerous with his muscular build, confident stance and the double ring tattoo circling his bulging biceps. Adding to the air of danger was the wide scar bisecting the two bands. It looked as if a pipe had been heated and pressed to his skin, which had to have hurt. The mark matched the set of scars crisscrossing his back, which she only noticed because he often went shirtless, and not because the play of muscles made her lips burn with the need to soften the marks with wet kisses.
His thumbs pulled at the loops of his jeans, drawing her gaze to his flat stomach and well-worn fly. Her throat grew tight as she imagined cuffing him to her bed and licking every deliciously carved bronze inch. He sucked in a sharp breath and those pale-green eyes Conkle called weird seemed to see right into the heart of her, daring her to live out her most secret desires.
With all the grace of a newborn colt she stumbled forward and blurted, “What do you think you’re doing?”
He gestured to the kayaks waiting on the river bank. His lips curled in that smug, obnoxious grin she itched to slap—or kiss—away. “My job?”
“I’m talking about last night and the week before. You’re apprehending my suspects before I can and it has to stop.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He cocked a dark eyebrow and replied with an accent as rich as hot fudge sliding warm and sweet down her spine.
“Don’t mistake me for an idiot. I know who you are.”
“I should hope so. I ask you out at least twice a week. I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” He chuckled and tilted his head with a frown. “You appear tired. Are you sleeping well? Come share a meal with me. How about we take the day off and go out to the lake for a picnic?”
“What? No—” She scowled and regrouped. “Whatever game you’re playing stops now. I will not allow a civilian to interfere in police business.”
“Ahhh.” He brushed his finger alongside his nose. “You must be speaking of the vigilante I’ve been hearing whispers about. If you see him again, give him my thanks. You need someone to look out for your welfare.”
“It’s my job to take that risk. I will not allow such disrespect to continue.”
“I mean no disrespect with my words, Brett. I’m quite aware of your strengths, however it pains me to think your light might be extinguished from this world before you’ve experienced all of the treasures she can provide, and I want to share them with you.” His voice dropped an octave and her body trembled under his hypnotic spell.
Was his ability to make her melt and want to commit murder at the same time a gift or a curse?
He drifted closer, swaying in that way rock stars use to seduce their fans. Heat shimmered between them in waves, like sunlight hitting molten pavement. Her eyelids grew heavy as her limbs melted, softening in preparation of molding to his muscled contours. Under her thick down jacket, her nipples tightened, ready for his touch, and her hips shifted as wetness and heat pooled between her thighs. She was lost, drowning in the sea of lust radiating from his eyes and the promising pout of his lips.
“Why? Why are you doing this?” she whispered. “What do you want from me?”
A dimple appeared near the corner of his mouth. “I thought you knew. Apparently I’ve been too subtle.” He leaned close, his chest brushing her coat. “I want you, Brett. All of you. I want your passion, your regard. I want you to loosen your tightly bound control and come apart in my arms with my name falling from your lips like a prayer.” He ran the tip of his finger over her cheek. “I do love the way you say my name.”
Cold air hit the back of her throat as she sucked in a huge breath, breaking the spell he wove with the sensuous grace that was pure Kristos. She shook her head and stepped back. “Wow. Such poetic words from a river rat. No wonder you have so many women lining up for what you dish out.”
Crap. She mentally grimaced at the ugly snap in her tone. Why couldn’t she wrestle her jealous shrew into submission? Kristos was a sexy man. His raw sexuality wasn’t something he could turn off and on like a light. It wasn’t entirely his fault that women responded to him with such shameless abandon, and she had made it perfectly clear she didn’t want him. Lie that it was.
She wanted him so bad she sometimes trembled with the need and found herself, on occasion, with her keys in hand, ready to seek out his touch.
Kristos was like a well-aged bottle of bourbon. Hot and fiery as he slid over her tongue and down her throat, his heat permeating every fiber in her body with a sensuousness that stole all rational thought until she craved nothing but pure pleasure. Then the next morning would come the killer hangover and the painful pounding headache to remind her why she didn’t drink in the first place.
He scowled as she retreated farther away. “That’s not fair and you know it. Those women don’t appeal to me, and do you know why?” He stalked toward her with purpose. Those big shoulders rolled with each step until he backed her against the side of the building, his heat and power invading her personal space. Crowding her further, he leaned closer so they were nose to nose. The warmth of his breath brushed her lips in a promise. “They’re not you. You, Brett, are truly special.”
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