NYTimes and USA Today bestselling author Shannon McKenna releases the third, s
tandalone installment of The Obsidian Files! IN MY SKIN, features Luke, a renegade
supersoldier with blocked memories that only the fiery beauty Dani can help him
restore. Fans of JUST ONE TOUCH by Maya Banks, JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood
and Cynthia Eden’s Lazarus Rising Series will devour this thrilling tale of deadly danger
and burning desire.
Author: Shannon McKenna
Release Date: June 19, 2018
Publisher: Self-published
Series: The Obsidian Files #3
Genres: Romantic Suspense
Format: Print & Digital
Synopsis:
Come back to me …
Luke remembers a few things. Just not his last name, or anyone he ever knew. He knows that he’s a sSynopsis:
Come back to me …
upersoldier, genetically enhanced and loaded up with brain implants. He just escaped from a year-long
hell of captivity, and to protect his family and friends from his tormentors, he blocked his memories.
Now he needs those memories back, fast … or he and those he loves will die agonizing deaths.
Luke’s dangerous plan to reconnect with his past—and stay alive in the present—has drawn his enemies’ hell of captivity, and to protect his family and friends from his tormentors, he blocked his memories.
Now he needs those memories back, fast … or he and those he loves will die agonizing deaths.
attention to the tough and sexy Dani LaSalle. He’s duty bound to protect the luscious beauty from the
evil pursuing them, but he can’t control the scorching desire she awakens in him.
Dani’s strict routine has been trashed by Luke’s explosive arrival. This rock-hard slab of valiant, evil pursuing them, but he can’t control the scorching desire she awakens in him.
smoldering manhood appears out of nowhere, saves her life, spirits her away to his mountain lair and
bewilders her with tales of sadistic researchers, enhanced assassins. Is this gorgeous, problematic s
ex god just plain crazy—or is she? But Luke can do things with his mind that are just as wild as what
he can do with that body … and she can’t say no.
And there’s no time to wonder. As their passion burns hotter, Obsidian moves closer ... and Luke bewilders her with tales of sadistic researchers, enhanced assassins. Is this gorgeous, problematic s
ex god just plain crazy—or is she? But Luke can do things with his mind that are just as wild as what
he can do with that body … and she can’t say no.
and Dani must place their lives and their hearts on the line just to survive …
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IN MY SKIN Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Shannon McKenna
The room had one queen-sized bed. If he was lying next to her on it, no way was she leaving
that guy alone. Not even after violent trauma and the wound still throbbing painfully in her thigh.
Crazy, but so what. She was alive and kicking and in one piece, thanks to him.
that guy alone. Not even after violent trauma and the wound still throbbing painfully in her thigh.
Crazy, but so what. She was alive and kicking and in one piece, thanks to him.
She wanted to feel something good and true and excellent. Luke fit the bill.
Bye-bye, cartoon kittens. They could wait for a Netflix and popcorn and sex-with-socks-on
night. She was going with the hot red stretch lace. Just as she was. Unretouched.
night. She was going with the hot red stretch lace. Just as she was. Unretouched.
And in the mood for some intense sexual healing.
Dani wriggled into the outfit. Hoisted her boobs up for maximum lift. Hiked the panties
up extra high. She pushed the door open, stepped out and struck a pose.
up extra high. She pushed the door open, stepped out and struck a pose.
For nothing. Luke was in a digital trance. One hand manipulated a tablet, the other was tapping
madly over the laptop’s keyboard. He’d looped his devices into a chain and his brain was the
connector. No attention to spare for sexy lingerie.
madly over the laptop’s keyboard. He’d looped his devices into a chain and his brain was the
connector. No attention to spare for sexy lingerie.
But she wasn’t giving up. By no means. “How’s it going?”
“So far so good,” he said. “I’ve pinpointed the location of the second shipment, and the
combination for retrieving it. All the backup equipment needed to activate the slave soldier and
make it function. Coordinates for the pickup of the wetware are included.”
combination for retrieving it. All the backup equipment needed to activate the slave soldier and
make it function. Coordinates for the pickup of the wetware are included.”
She tugged at the lacy shoulder strap, adjusting it. Luke still hadn’t noticed what she was wearing.
“What the hell is wetware?”
“What the hell is wetware?”
“It’s a Manticore term. It refers to the slave soldier. He could be dormant, possibly suspended in
fluid. There’s a file on him. I89VY262. I haven’t gone through that one yet. C drive on the laptop,
if you’re interested.”
fluid. There’s a file on him. I89VY262. I haven’t gone through that one yet. C drive on the laptop,
if you’re interested.”
“I am interested,” she said. “But later.”
“The equipment is in a self-storage unit at an E-Z-U-Store in Serrati Flats, California,” he said.
“About a hundred and fifty miles north of here.”
“About a hundred and fifty miles north of here.”
“I suppose you want to get going right away?”
“No, we’ll wait.”
She was startled. “Why? Aren’t we in a hurry?”
“You went through hell today. You need a decent night’s sleep. In a real bed.”
Well, bless his heart. How sweet. The bed part he’d gotten right.
She walked toward him slowly. Swaying her hips. Still nothing. He was locked and loaded
in data processing mode. His eyes reflected squares of blue from the screen. A stream of
files rolled constantly down it. Like she was peering directly into the data churn in his brain.
in data processing mode. His eyes reflected squares of blue from the screen. A stream of
files rolled constantly down it. Like she was peering directly into the data churn in his brain.
He was about to get forcibly reminded that he was not a robot.
She stepped between him and the desk and sat down on his lap.
Luke went rigid. “Holy fu*ck, Dani.”
She leaned in so her tits were right below the level of his nose. Nipples on red alert from
being so close to him. She put her arms around his neck, running her fingers slowly through
his hair. Inhaling his hot male scent. “I like the red outfit the best,” she said, her voice low
and husky. “Do you?”’
being so close to him. She put her arms around his neck, running her fingers slowly through
his hair. Inhaling his hot male scent. “I like the red outfit the best,” she said, her voice low
and husky. “Do you?”’
About Shannon McKenna:
Shannon McKenna is the NYT bestselling author of seventeen action packed, turbocharged
romantic thrillers, among which are the stories of the wildly popular McCloud series and the
brand new romantic suspense series, The Obsidian Files. She loves tough and heroic alpha
males, heroines with the brains and guts to match them, villains who challenge them to
their utmost, adventure, scorching sensuality, and most of all, the redemptive power of
true love. Since she was small she has loved abandoning herself to the magic of a good book,
and her fond childhood fantasy was that writing would be just like that, but with the added
benefit of being able to take credit for the story at the end. Alas, the alchemy of writing
turned out to be messier than she'd ever dreamed. But what the hell, she loves it anyway,
and hopes that readers enjoy the results of her alchemical experiments. She loves to hear
from her readers.
Follow: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Reader Group | Newsletter | Amazon males, heroines with the brains and guts to match them, villains who challenge them to
their utmost, adventure, scorching sensuality, and most of all, the redemptive power of
true love. Since she was small she has loved abandoning herself to the magic of a good book,
and her fond childhood fantasy was that writing would be just like that, but with the added
benefit of being able to take credit for the story at the end. Alas, the alchemy of writing
turned out to be messier than she'd ever dreamed. But what the hell, she loves it anyway,
and hopes that readers enjoy the results of her alchemical experiments. She loves to hear
from her readers.
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