Introducing New Range of S.E. Smith Trading Cards, Bookmarks and Posters

I am so excited (and terrified) to be going to RomCon in just over a week’s time. I have never been to a Convention before so this is a first for me. Plus I am also speaking so that has my heart beating quick. Wish me luck I remember how to talk when I stand up in front of my group.

I will be introducing a new range at RomCon – posters, trading cards for Dragon Lords of Valdier, and bookmarks.

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The trading cards are of the Dragon Lords of Valdier series and I think they look fantastic. There is a sneak peak above of the trading cards and I will release the range on June 20-22 so stay tuned for the complete range.

I will also be signing books and posters at RomCon so please feel free to drop by and get your book signed or get a picture with me.

My book jewelry range is over at Etsy and you can pick up an item right now.

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I would so love to meet you and I hope you stop by my table at RomCon and say hello and have a look at my range and let me know what you think.

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Teaser #3 for Razor’s Traitorous Heart

Razor's Traitorous Heart 4Determined to start fresh, he had ordered a new home be built on property he owned along the beautiful cliffs overlooking the vast emerald green waters of their ocean. It had been difficult but the final construction had been completed this morning.

“We must be going,” Razor called out. “Kali is tired and I wish to get her home before dark.”

“Oh, you’re leaving, Kali?” Taylor said pausing as the comlink pinged on her collar. “Yes? Sure, ten minutes? Great, see you then. Buzz is coming to pick me up. We’ll be back before it gets dark. I want to be here when Jordan and Dagger arrive.”

“Where are you going?” Saber demanded.

Taylor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. For the past two years, he had treated her like she was a child. She wasn’t a child any longer. She was studying Physical Therapy and working at the local medical clinic. Her eyes moved to the cane that he was leaning heavily on. He still refused to do the Physical Therapy that would help him.

A low growl drew her attention back to his face which had turned darker. She could see the rage that always seemed to be simmering under the surface. She missed the Saber of old who used to joke and tease her and the others.

“Buzz is taking me out,” she replied with a shrug as she grabbed her jacket off the back of the kitchen chair and started to walk by him. “We’ve been hanging out on and off.”

Saber put his hand out to stop Taylor from walking past him. He was breathing heavily and a dark regret burned in his eyes. He stared down into Taylor’s flushed upturned face. There was so much he wanted to do and say but he was not the male for her. She deserved a male who was whole. A male could protect her the way she deserved to be protected.

“It is probably the way it should be,” he muttered.

“Why?” Taylor asked softly, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Because you deserve a male who is whole,” Saber bit out, dropping his arm so she could pass.

Anger glittered in Taylor’s eyes for a moment before it was replaced with a sly grin. She reached down and cupped the front of Saber, ignoring the shocked gasp from her sister and the smothered choked chuckle from Hunter’s mom and dad. She squeezed Saber, empowered by the quick swelling of his cock at her touch.

“I don’t know,” Taylor said thoughtfully, “you feel pretty damn whole to me.”

Without another word, Taylor ran her hand across the bulge in Saber’s pants one more time before she turned and walked out of the front of the house. A feeling of triumph flooded her. He wasn’t immune to her touch and she damn well planned on touching him a lot more.

“Did she just…?” Jesse asked in a choked whispered.

“I think it is time for us to leave,” Razor muttered.

Kali’s eyes glittered with a touch of mischief as she brushed her hand across the front of Razor. Yep, he wasn’t immune to her touch either.

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Teaser #2 for Razor’s Traitorous Heart

Razor's Traitorous Heart 4 “Razor,” the deep voice quietly called out from behind him.
Razor didn’t bother to turn. His eyes were focused on the three figures running, or should he say ‘jumping’, through the ruins of the city below. He was following one figure in particular. The slender form in the front was covered in black and slipped in and out of the shadows, at times disappearing from his view. He cursed under his breath when that happened and quickly switched to infra-red so he didn’t lose them. His gut tightened when he saw another human rise from behind a destroyed transport and open fire on the running group.
“What is the current report?” He growled out as his second in command approached to kneel beside him.
His eyes continued to follow as the runner in front flipped in mid-air, sailing over a burnt out shell of another transport while pulling two firearms out from his waist. He landed and rolled coming up on one knee, firing in rapid succession. He hit both of his targets.
“The fighting between the two factions has escalated. Intelligence information states two males identified as Destin Parks and Colbert Allen are fighting for control of Chicago,” Cutter said quietly as he raised his viewer to his eyes to watch the conflict below. He whistled under his breath when he saw the figure take out the two men with a clean shot to the head. “Nice shooting. If nothing else, some of these humans would make good warriors.”
Razor ignored the comment as he continued to observe the figure as it rose. The other two with him nodded when he turned. Within moments they were scaling the side of a half destroyed building and had disappeared from sight. He reluctantly lowered his viewer knowing he would not be able to locate them again as they moved further away.
It was the same each night. He was slowly piecing together a pattern for this particular group’s movement. Since he had been handed this assignment a little over six weeks before, he had been studying both sides. While each side was fierce and methodical in their attacks, there was a clear difference in their styles. Destin Park’s followers routinely protected and worked at rebuilding the city while Colbert Allen’s waged a war of terror and destruction for those who did not follow him.
Unfortunately, it looked like Allen’s followers outnumbered Park’s by almost two-to-one. Unless something was done, and soon, Chicago would have to be declared a hostile zone and he would be forced to make the decision to have his troops clean it. When that decision was made, all inhabitants that resisted were immediately eliminated without prejudice. He would not risk his men’s lives in trying to negotiate with the remaining rebels. Enough Trivator warriors had been wounded or killed over the last six years.
He was known as The Finisher. He was brought in when all others failed. The Alliance had finally decided it was no longer willing to waste time and resources to bring this last major city in the Northern Hemisphere under control.
Since his arrival on the planet six months before, he had already resolved the issues in the other cities on this side of the world that continued to resist integration into the Alliance. The small rebel groups in Mexico City, Miami and Houston had agreed to lay down their arms and the cities were currently being rebuilt. Of course, those agreements had come after he had ordered Sao Paulo, Brazil leveled after rebels there opened fire after he warned them what would happen. Those that refused to leave at first had fled in desperation as the huge battleships began demolition of the city. Those that continued to resist died.
“Tell me something I don’t already know, Cutter,” Razor said, sliding the viewer back onto the clip at his waist and standing.
“We’ve been here six weeks,” Cutter said puzzled. “Are you going to meet with the two men or do we just flatten the city?”
Razor glanced at Cutter, noting the fresh cut on his face that still looked raw. “I will meet with the men before I make a decision. What happened to you?” He asked, nodding to the cut.
Cutter grimaced and touched his cheek. “I got a little too close to a resident of the city,” he replied with a slight curve to his lips. “I’ll have to be a bit more careful next time.”
“Did you kill him?” Razor asked as he stepped into the small transport and nodded to his pilot.
Cutter stepped in behind him and sat down on the narrow metal seat. He pulled the straps over his shoulders and hooked it. He was quiet for several long moments before he looked up to see that his commander and friend was studying him with an intense expression that made him wince. Razor always seemed to know when he was trying to think of a way to avoid answering a direct question.
“No,” Cutter sighed, looking out the open door as the small, military transport rose off the roof of building. “I need to know in advance if you plan to flatten the city.”
“Why?” Razor asked bluntly.
Cutter turned and glanced at Razor with a penetrating stare. “I have to find someone and get her and her children out before you do.”
“I assume it is a human female,” Razor said with a raised eyebrow. “She will leave once it becomes clear the area will be flattened.”
Cutter shook his head and turned to look at the darkening city below him. A few scattered lights glimmered from burning fires but that was all. Everything else looked abandoned.
“No, she won’t,” he replied quietly. “These females… they aren’t like any others I’ve met before. They fight right alongside the males.”
“You said she has young,” Razor observed looking at the tablet in his hands as he pulled up the information Cutter hadn’t given him about the two men fighting for power. “She will want to protect them so she will leave when the order to abandon the city is given.”
“She can’t,” Cutter bit out. “The kids aren’t hers. They are children whose parents have died or have abandoned them. She will not leave if she thinks any remain behind.”
Razor looked up at the hard, almost desperate tone in Cutter’s voice. “How do you know this?”
Cutter touched the cut on his cheekbone. “One of the little devils told me when I finally caught her,” he admitted ruefully.
Razor’s eyes narrowed on the teeth marks also gracing Cutter’s hand. “Right before she bit you?” He asked, an amused glint lighting his eyes for a moment.
Cutter chuckled as he turned his hand and looked at it. “Yeah, right before the little she-devil bit me. Hurt like hell,” he admitted. “Just so you know I also found out that Parks protects them as well. From what the female told me, Parks has provided protection, food and medical for the northern half of the city for the past six years. It was only in the last year that Allen has made a move to take over his territory.”
“Why?” Razor murmured, looking at the data on the tablet with a frown. “Why does Allen suddenly want the northern section of the city? He could have seized it six years ago.”
Razor turned his gaze and looked out of the remains of the city. He could clearly see the border separating the southern half of the city from the northern half. A crude barrier of collapsed building rubble had been piled up to make a twenty foot high wall that went in both directions as far as the eye could see.
It didn’t keep all intruders out. That was evident from the conflict he had observed earlier. Parks didn’t have enough men to guard the entire length. Instead, small teams patrolled the line. He had noticed this particular group of three almost two weeks ago.
He became lost in thought as he remembered back to the faithful night when the warrior who led the small group saved his life. He resisted the urge to rub his leg. The wound to it was already healed. It had been a minor wound compared to what would have happened if the warrior hadn’t appeared. He would have been dead. He had no illusions of what his fate would have been otherwise.
“Razor,” Cutter said breaking into his thoughts. “Did you get the information that I sent to you?”
Razor gave a brief nod before he pushed his memories aside. He wanted to know what would drive two men who had been friends at one time apart to the point they were trying to kill each other. He also wanted to know how two men with such different views could have been friends at one time. The more he studied this mission the more questions he discovered he had.

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Teaser for Razor’s Traitorous Heart

 

Razor's Traitorous Heart

Fifteen minutes later, he was once again laying Kali on the bed in the make-shift medical set up at the National Guard Armory. He had to press his lips tightly together to prevent the coarse words he wanted to unleash on Patch who was muttering under his breath about what a sorry piece of work Razor was for not taking better care of his Amate. Cutter, who had followed them in, didn’t bother hiding the chuckle that escaped.

“Just heal her!” Razor barked out.

“Why? So you can let her get beaten up again?” Patch retorted angrily as he pulled the medical tray closer. “Maybe if I don’t, she can remain safe here in medical.”

“Darling, that girl is going to find trouble no matter where she is,” Chelsea said as she walked into the room. “She’s got too much fire to be tied down.”

“Well, put the fire out,” Razor growled, glaring at Chelsea as she slipped a blood-pressure cuff around Kali’s arm. “What are you doing?”

Chelsea raised on ebony eyebrow at Razor and pursed her lips together. She didn’t break eye contact until he shifted from one foot to the other in annoyance. Only then did she refocus on the task at hand.

“I’m checking her vitals the old fashion way,” she snorted. “I don’t like those odd things Doc Patch uses.”

“I told you they don’t know when not to fight,” Cutter muttered to Razor under his breath.

Chelsea’s chuckle echoed in the room as she heard Cutter’s remark. She shook her head as she recorded the results. These Trivator warriors were good at fighting but clueless about human women if they thought they would just let them walk all over them.

“Honey, I’ve tangled with kids high on drugs, dealt with bank robbers, raised three kids, all of them girls, and not a one of them ever got the best of me,” Chelsea commented. “You growl and snarl all you want. All it will get you is my foot across your tight-looking ass.”

“Tight-looking ass?” Patch repeated, looking at Chelsea in surprise before looking at Razor who scowled at him in frustration. “Now that is an image that I never thought of before.”

Chelsea’s infectious laughter pulled the tension from the air. She shook her head. This is what she loved about her new career. She met all kinds of people still; but now, they usually weren’t trying to kill her.

“You know what you boys need?” She commented as she took a warm, damp cloth and began cleaning the blood off of Kali’s face.

“No, but I suspect you will inform us,” Patch replied dryly as he ripped open Kali’s shirt that covered the area around her wounded shoulder so he could apply the cleanser to the cut.

“You’re right, I’m going to tell you,” Chelsea said, looking specifically at Razor with a knowing eye. “You need to go have a talk with my Thomas about women. Bless his soul, after being in a house for over thirty years with us, he knows a thing or two that might help save you a lot of headaches, not to mention heartache.”

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” Cutter announced thinking of one female he was still looking for. “Does he know everything about them?”

Chelsea just shook her head again and muttered ‘stupid men’ under her breath. “He can tell you all you need to know,” she promised.

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