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Weekend Writing Warrior 2



Welcome to this week’s snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors of my newest release, On Thin Ice. I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’d love to know what you think in the comments.

Kit cursed under his breath at the interruption, but he swept his fingertips over the keyboard while he kept his gaze up on the large screen. He wasn’t sure what he’d do since Regina wasn’t here. Before Michael, his boss had never sent her to other locations.

He grimaced when he recognized the man on the screen, Colonel Jones… their boss. Jones wasn’t Kit’s favorite person, especially with Michael gaining recognition and acceptance over Kit. Kit had been the one working hard for years now whereas Michael was brand new to the job.

“Kit, I have a new assignment for you,” Jones said, leaning toward the screen, probably trying to intimidate. That wasn’t anything new, just the way he came across.

Weekend Writing Warriors 1



This month, I’m trying a couple new things. One of which is Weekend Writing Warriors with snippets of my newest release, On Thin Ice. I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’d love to know what you think in the comments.

Kit leaned back in his chair before the large monitors. Ever since Regina met Michael, things were different around the Hub. Jealousy gnawed at Kit. However, there was no chance of having her to himself, and she’d chosen Michael. That hurt, but he’d dealt with his emotions by trying out various new hobbies. None of them had worked.

His gaze dropped to the control panel, and he typed in a few words, zeroing in on Regina’s and Michael’s comm-links. The temptation to listen in toyed with him, but the blaring alarm took the decision away.

My Sexy Saturday – On Thin Ice

Hey everyone,

Thank you for joining me for the first My Sexy Saturday! This week, I’m sharing a sexy snippet from On Thin Ice, which just came out on Thursday. It’s the second book in my Super Powered superhero series.

I’d love to hear what you think in the comments section!

Excerpt from Chapter One

“Why are you following me?” He took off his baseball hat and ran his hand through his hair before putting the cap back on. “You should be inside with the others. The police will want to talk with you.”

“I wanted to thank you. How did you know to come?” She couldn’t resist her draw to him. Like a lightning bolt, realization struck her. She knew where she’d seen him before. She’d dreamt of him.

“The police will be arriving soon enough. I came because it was the right thing to do.” He turned, but she reached out, touching his arm. Solid muscle hid beneath the surface of his skin. Holy crap, was she really checking him out when she’d been in a robbery moments ago? Yet she couldn’t help herself.

He slid his gaze her way, not breaking the contact between them. Just stayed there as if experiencing the same spark she was.

“I’m sorry,” Erica said, pulling away after a moment. “I guess –”

“You’re still in shock. It’s okay.” He smiled, and the gesture lit his entire face. “Go back to the store. It’s safer in there.”

She didn’t know about that. She liked being here with him, but he was right. The police would want to hear her description of what happened. Besides, she didn’t want to walk home after that. She’d rather call a cab.

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On Thin Ice is Now Available!

Hey everyone, the sequel to Stolen (Super Powered, #1) is now available for purchase at Changeling Press! It was a year and a half in the making, but I hope you all enjoy Kit’s story.

Here’s the blurb, excerpt, and buy links. 🙂

Super Powered 2: On Thin Ice
by Sarah Mäkelä
Genres: Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Erotic Romance
Length: Novella
Buy now: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2054

Blurb:

A superhero discovers a reason to fight… love.

When Kit blows a field assignment and the thief he’s supposed to be chasing escapes, his superiors aren’t pleased. At least until they discover the woman Kit saved — the distraction that let the thief get away — has powers of her own.

Erica’s nightmares have led her to a dark and dangerous place, but with Kit, somehow she feels safe. Together they set out to trap a thief — and rescue one another from themselves.

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CampNaNoWriMo Totals

Whew! It’s the first day of May, and I’m thrilled. I enjoy the beginning of each new month since they always feel fresh with possibilities.

Last month I did CampNaNoWriMo, and I set an ambitious goal of 60,000 words. I’m pleased to say that I reached my goal! Woohoo!

I ended April with 60,002 words. 43,601 of those were toward a novel I wrote The End on last night, and 16,401 of those words were on On Thin Ice, the second book in my Super Powered series.

For more stats, since I love them, this is my progress on my goal of writing 1,000 words a day.

84926 / 365000 words. 23% done!

This month, I’m switching gears a little and lightening my writing efforts a little to focus on editing what I wrote last month. I’m also hoping to read more this month.

How about you guys? What are your goals for May?

Six Sentence Sunday 14

Hi everyone! Welcome back for another week of Six Sentence Sunday! Click here to view my previous entries.

Here’s a snippet from my latest release Stolen. It’ll be my last one from my superhero romance, so I’ll leave you all with a steamy six. Next week, I’ll dip into my upcoming novella Captive Moonlight.

Michael came up behind her, and his hands cradled her shoulders. He brushed a kiss against her neck near her jawline, and then another lower down her neck. His lips caressed down toward her shoulder, drawing a sigh from her lips.

She reached up behind her and sank her fingers into his soft hair. Her fingertips massaged his head in gentle circles. Maybe she was ready for this.

Stolen available from Changeling Press.

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Merry Christmas

Just dropping by to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!!! I hope y’all got all the presents and special memories you wanted. 🙂

Here’s an exclusive short snippet from Stolen to help celebrate the day.

Michael’s apartment was decorated in clean, modern fashion with hardwood floors, white carpet, and white paint on the walls. The spacious living room branched into two other rooms. To the left, a spiral staircase led upstairs. The fireplace, more for décor than heating, was central to the living room. A widescreen HDTV was mounted over the mantle. A sliding glass door opened to a balcony with a great view of the city below.

Michael walked into the kitchen and pressed a few buttons on the espresso machine. “The coffee will be ready soon.” He came into the living room and slid open the door to the balcony.
Being in his presence, Regina felt more aware of her body than she had in months. “I never guessed you would have such a place,” she said, looking out over the city.

“Yeah, it’s great. I like it here.” He turned to face her and smiled. “Although it’s nothing compared to the view I have in front of me.”

Heat caressed her cheeks despite the cool autumn air, and she decided to change the subject. “I wonder how many others are out there like us. Today I’ve met you and then the bank robbers. It’s been weeks since I’ve met anyone new with powers and abilities. Just feels a little odd.” Regina let her gaze drift over him. The button-up shirt hugged his chest, and those pants… They almost made her wish she had X-ray vision.

Michael came up behind her, and his hands cradled her shoulders. He brushed a kiss against her neck near her jawline, and then another lower down her neck. His lips caressed down toward her shoulder, drawing a sigh from her lips.

She reached up behind her and sank her fingers into his soft hair. Her fingertips massaged his head in gentle circles. Maybe she was ready for this.

Stolen available from Changeling Press.

Six Sentence Sunday 12

Hi everyone! Welcome back for another week of Six Sentence Sunday! Click here to view my previous entries.

Here’s a snippet from my newest release Stolen.

The sound of wheels barely penetrated her thoughts as a force slammed into her, knocking her aside. Glancing up, she grimaced at the tall, lanky kid hovering over her.

“Sorry, ma’am. Are you okay?” The kid ran his palms over his denim jeans.

A handsome man in a nice suit knelt by her, scooping her library books into a pile.

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Super Powered: Stolen — Now Available!

Woohoo! Here’s my latest release. I’m thrilled about this superhero story (and a little worn out from my NaNoWriMo win last night *grins*), and I can’t wait to hear what everyone thinks!

ISBN: 978-1-60521-746-8
Genres: Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense, Sci-Fi
Series: Super Powered, Book 1
Length: Novella

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Regina Blake is a normal secretary until there’s trouble — then she becomes the Dark Huntress. Things are about to change when she meets a man whose electrifying power is a fine match to her own, and he’s set on winning her heart. To top it off, there’s a string of bank robberies which escalate into the high profile kidnapping of a famous actor.

Michael Flynn hadn’t realized the extent of superhero and supervillain society. When he rushes to a bank to find it destroyed, he meets a black-latex-clad woman who makes his pulse race. As he’s drawn deeper into her world, he finds himself intrigued and eager to have her.

Excerpt:

Super Powered: Stolen
Sarah Mäkelä
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Sarah Mäkelä

Staring at her watch, Regina Blake balanced a stack of books in her arms as she headed up the stairs to the public library. She didn’t have much time until she needed to be back at work. Thirty-minute lunch breaks sucked when it came to tackling errands.

The sound of wheels barely penetrated her thoughts as a force slammed into her, knocking her aside. Glancing up, she grimaced at the tall, lanky kid hovering over her.

“Sorry, ma’am. Are you okay?” The kid ran his palms over his denim jeans.

A handsome man in a nice suit knelt by her, scooping her library books into a pile. He glanced at the young man and frowned. “Go on, buddy. Just watch where you’re going next time.”

The kid picked up his skateboard and rushed away down the stairs.

The man smiled and offered her a hand up. “You should probably watch where you’re going, too.”

Regina accepted his hand and climbed to her feet. She brushed off her skirt and got a good look at him. He had dark brown hair and humor sparkling in his dark eyes. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He chuckled, her hand still in the warmth of his. “Are you okay?” He cradled her library books to his chest. “The name’s Michael.”

She pulled away. “Regina. Can I have my books? My lunch break is almost over.”

Michael nodded. “No problem. I’ll walk with you. I’m headed that direction anyway.”

Shrugging, she continued up the stairs. Her hip ached after that fall. She’d make sure the books were dropped off, but then she was leaving. Pronto.

Her hidden earpiece buzzed a second before a deep male voice came on the line. It had been some time, but Kit, her dedicated situational analyst for when she became the Dark Huntress, always found crime for her to fight. “A robbery is in progress a few blocks away at Third Central Bank. Whoever it is seems pretty fierce. Please be careful.”

She bit her lower lip, wanting to respond to Kit, but right now wasn’t the best time. Besides, who the heck would rob a bank at twelve-thirty in the afternoon on a Wednesday?

“So, what do you do for a living, Regina?” Michael asked as they neared the top of the long flight of stairs.

His voice drew her away from her thoughts. She stopped and turned toward him. “I hate to sound rude, but I really have to go. Could you please drop my books off for me?” She gave him the super sweet smile she gave her boss when he looked like he wanted to disapprove.

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed and soft lines creased his forehead. “Sure, I can do that. Where are you rushing off to, though? Was it something I said?”

“No, not at all. My work starts in a few minutes. That’s all. I don’t want to be late.” She turned and rushed down the flight of stairs. The ache in her hip had faded to a dull throb. Her main concern now was changing into her disguise and getting to the bank robbery. Hopefully while it was still in progress, so she could catch the bad guys. Casting a glance back, she spotted a hint of confusion on Michael’s face. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so brusque in her departure.

Nothing she could do about it now. Running into an alley, she ducked between two Dumpsters and pulled out her black suit and mask from her oversized purse. She cursed at the need to change in a dirty alley.

A few short moments later, Regina leapt into the air. Wind rushed through her hair as she flew skyward. Once she crested the rooftops, she directed her course toward the Third Central Bank. Her eyes widened when she reached her destination.

Two security guards lay on the sidewalk, their mouths foaming, bodies twitching. An armored cash transport van had crashed into one of the supporting columns. Civilians around the scene were frozen in place as if their muscles had been paralyzed. Their horrified, wide-eyed stares proved that they were aware of what was happening.

Regina descended to the ground and hid behind a column close to the bank’s broken glass doors. She took a careful glance inside. The view echoed the destruction she’d seen outside, except for several masked figures. A few goons busily shoved money inside large bags. One of the clerks typed furiously on a terminal while a tall, bronze-skinned woman stood behind her. She had one hand against the top of the clerk’s head and smiled mysteriously.

One of the masked figures near Regina’s location glanced her way and yelled in alarm. Oh, geez… She should’ve known better than to stare for too long.

First one person then another began shooting the column she stood behind in steady intervals. There were pauses among the short bursts. The goons obviously knew the value of ammo. What a shame.

Glancing around her, Regina spotted a storm sewer grate nearby. She pulled the lid to shoulder height and waited for the masked figures to stop shooting. Despite her petite frame, she was more than capable of lifting big trucks and boulders, another ability she’d been born with along with flight.

When one of the gunmen paused, Regina ducked out and threw the grate like a Frisbee with swift precision. Its flight missed the civilians by mere inches before hitting one of the goons in the chest. He shrieked and fell onto his back.

Regina sprinted forward, ready to take the offensive now. Ready to fight.

The woman behind the clerk stayed focused, but her gaze wandered around the room, finally connecting with Regina’s.

“Stay there,” a feminine voice commanded in Regina’s head.

Regina stopped in mid-step just before one of the counters. Her body refused to move, no matter how hard she tried. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the goons simply continue their work and finally escape with their female leader. They had lost their interest in Regina like she was just another helpless victim.

* * *

Michael Flynn stood in the doorway of the trashed bank, dressed in his dark leather disguise. He’d heard gunshots on his walk back toward his office in a nearby skyscraper. The destruction around him was mind numbing.

Further inside the building, a masked woman leaned over the bank’s counter. She was dressed in black latex that hugged every curve of her body.

He wouldn’t wait to ask questions. Not with so many innocent people lying around for the woman to take advantage of. She had to be one of the villains left behind after the action. Why else would she be here?

He darted forward and tackled her to the floor.

She shoved him away, launching him through the air until he fell to the ground several feet away. And just like that, she was surging through the air after him.

He threw up his arms. Electricity arced through the air between his hands, and he shot an electric bolt at her.

She cried out, and her body convulsed as electric currents coursed through her. She slapped to the ground hard and wriggled there a moment. Her painted red lips pressed together in a grimace as she forced herself to her hands and knees.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I could ask the same of you.”

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