HOW ABOUT AN EXCERPT FROM IN THE ARMS OF DANGER?

I thought I'd make my visit here a good one and post some excerpts on Ginger's site...Happy Reading...Tabs
EXCERPT ONE: IN THE ARMS OF DANGER: WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

Why couldn’t she just get past his name?
She clapped a hand over her mouth, but in spite of it, laughter bubbled to the surface and spilled out of her. Maybe it was the entire night, the surreal, bizarreness of the whole thing or simply the need to relieve the stress like when people laughed at funerals, but she couldn’t help herself. A bad ass named Danger. There had to be a movie somewhere in that, like in the movie, ‘A Man Named Horse’.
Wasn’t it just her luck after witnessing a murder, she ended up kidnapped by a man named Danger? How much weirder could the night get?
She cleared her throat, gained control of her laughter and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just so—so—well it’s your name. . .unbelievable.”
Apparently, Hiawatha had lost what sense of humor he possessed, because his face now looked dark as a rain cloud and he sure didn’t look like a man interested in making peace.
“Now that you’ve had a good laugh, Miss Weston, perhaps you could answer the question. Yes, I’d like to know where you’re from. You are going to tell me. And yes, my name is Danger. A family joke. Not as funny as you seem to find it, but still, it’s my name. Now, may we proceed?”
She could do this. Right? Sure. No problem. She could make up any place, be from wherever she chose. He would never know the difference. Would he?
She didn’t have to tell him the truth. Did she?
“I’m waiting, Miss Weston. And take that damned cap off so I can see your face.”
Lacey jumped as his voice exploded with command. She wasted a perfectly good glare because he didn’t even notice she shot him a drop-dead look. With a huff, she yanked off the Braves baseball cap. She barely registered the soft gasp he gave as her hair tumbled across her shoulders and slid past her breasts.
She twisted the cap in her hands, her fingers digging into the stiff material, and wished fervently it was his neck. She glanced up in time to see his lips twitch, and wondered again at his sense of humor.
Did the man have no shame?
“Better?” she asked sweetly.
His gaze flickered from her hair to her mouth. He shifted and cleared his throat, still his voice rumbled, “You’re not from here.”
“Whoopee, give the man another chicken feather!” She scooped back her hair and shot him an angelic look. “Why do you think that?”
“Don’t try so hard to sound so damned sweet and innocent.” He narrowed his eyes. “There isn’t one thing angelic about you.” He glanced at the cap she continued wringing in her hands and then back at her. “It’s pretty obvious to me you want to run me over, preferably with a tank.”
“Oh, please. You hit me.”
“You bit me,” he shot back and rubbed his thigh. “You’re probably rabid. If ever there was a wildcat in need of taming, it’s you.”
He slanted his gaze at his thigh as if he thought he could see through the denim to where she’d bitten him. “I probably need a shot to counteract whatever venom you injected in my body.” He looked up, searching her face. “Have you had your rabies shots?”
“I can’t seem to remember.”
“Uh-huh. Like I said, you’re not from around here. You’re definitely not someone I’m likely to forget meeting.” He lifted a brow. “With that slow, honey and molasses drawl, I’d guess the South. But that encompasses a lot of space, sweetheart. I’d like a more detailed picture.”
Lacey recognized the banked heat in his eyes, and for some ridiculous reason, her throat snapped shut. Jesus, her brain felt as thick and sludgy as that coffee across the room smelled. She couldn’t think. It was unreasonable to expect a lady to think straight when a stud muffin, hung like a swamp donkey, stood right in front of her very eyes. But the image of him killing that girl wouldn’t get out of her head.
“I bet you would.” She bared her teeth in a smile that felt more like rigor mortis had set in than a genuine smile. The flare of awareness that brightened his intimidating gaze blazed with something she couldn’t quite determine.
Something undomesticated—Oh yeah, he thought she needed taming? Ha!