Alive at 5 by Linda Bond – Guest Post and Excerpt ~ @authorlindabond



TV news reporter Samantha Steele is one panic attack away from losing her job. Future on the line, she sets up an easy feature story – following her mentor on an exhilarating adventure vacation. When her mentor dies while skydiving, Samantha suspects he was murdered, and her investigative instincts lead her to gorgeous thrill- seeker Zack Hunter.

Zack is an undercover police officer investigating his uncle’s death through the same adventure vacation. Zack doesn’t want Samantha investigating alongside him. The emotionally wounded loner is afraid of being responsible for a partner again, especially a journalist whose goal is to splash evidence all over the evening news.

But the striking reporter’s persistence is quite a turn-on, and Zack’s overpowering desire makes it harder for him to push her away.

When the killer turns his attention to Zack, Samantha could be the only one who can save him, forcing the anxiety-riddled correspondent to finally face her greatest fear. 

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“I just finished this book and I am blown away. I can’t remember the last time I held my breath in fear while reading a book! THIS book is great!”

– Reviewer Sherry Willingham

“Exciting adventure…fast paced…great sexual tension…a must read.”

– Author Vella Day

NOBODY does it better. Makes it so sad for the rest. There are true magic words inside her. Linda you’re the best!

– Virginia Henley – New York Times Best Selling Author

James Patterson has his women’s club. Robert S. Parker has Sunny Randle. But Linda Bond has characters so real you’ll wonder if it’s fiction or non-fiction. And with good reason, if you know who the real Linda Bond is.

– Don Germaise – TV News Reporter


When I sat down to write my first romance novel, I had to stop first and think about one thing. How hot was I going to make my sex scenes?

I have friends who write erotica. I’ve critiqued much of their work, so I can safely admit I’ve read erotic. (It was work, my friends J) And the success of Fifty Shades of Grey did change, in my opinion, what’s socially acceptable in our world when it comes to graphic words and sexual content. But, I’m a public figure. My day job is as a TV reporter.  And although I do write under a pen name, the responsibility to live up to the expectation of my followers weighs heavily on my shoulders.

But, I also believe you should write what you love to read.  And I have always loved to read sexy romance novels with sexy love scenes. If a book doesn’t have sexual tension, if it isn’t laced with desire, it loses me. I feel the same way about movies. Who doesn’t love that scene in the Notebook when it’s pouring and the hero says, “It’s still not over!” Then he seals that statement with a breathtaking kiss. I could watch that movie over and over just for that scene. (And the scene that follows. HOT.)  I crave the euphoric feeling of falling in love, and the physical pleasure of sex that’s the result of love.

So, I decided to be true to what I love, and write the kind of books that I read. Writing under the pen name Linda Bond warns you you’re getting action, adventure and great sex. Doesn’t every Bond movie have a pretty girl and a love scene? Okay, maybe my books do go a step or two further than Bond does on the screen…… But my books are rated R not X.

Still, I believe authors should write what inspires and moves them. Write what you love, and there will be someone out there who loves what you write.

Here’s an excerpt from Alive at 5 –

“Dance with me.”

His hands were around her waist already. “What does dancing have to do with trust?”

A Rascal Flats country ballad was playing in the background. The twangy song had a slow, steady beat. She swayed back on her heels, a bit dizzy.

One of his hands moved around her back, and he gently pulled her against his body.

Her arms instinctively looped around his neck, and her cheek found his. The roughness of his five o’clock shadow scraped her cheek. She licked her lips, pressing into him just a little more. This exercise in trust was getting way out of control, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had held her this way. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted a man to do more. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let herself go like this.

“Now tell me what you hear.” His voice had a rougher edge to it.

The out of control beating of my heart.“Rascal Flats, and your voice.”

He continued whispering in her ear. “Tell me what you smell.”

The alcohol on your breath, and the musky smell of your skin.“Stale beer on the floor.”

“And what do you feel?”

Ohmigod, I feel your big hands sliding down my back.“You touching me.”

“And how does that make you feel inside?”

Dizzy, wet, hungry for you to stop whispering in my ear and use those lips to kiss me instead.

She couldn’t believe the desire controlling her body. Maybe this was why her mother had made so many bad mistakes with smooth-talking men. But her instincts told her Zack was so much more than his silver tongue.

Though, she’d definitely take it…

His hands found the curve of her lower back. With a subtle pressure, he moved her hips into his. He didn’t need any words to show her how he was feeling at this moment. His erection was undeniable. His lips nuzzled her neck, and he pressed her against it. “What do you taste?” he murmured.

She inhaled and pulled back just a little bit. “I still taste the mangosteen.”

“I want to taste it, too.”

He moved his lips up her neck, taking his time, pressing his mouth against her throbbing artery. She let the raw emotion of desire sweep over her. Her hand moved up through his hair, hungry for the feel of him.

His lips brushed hers, making her knees actually go weak, but abruptly he pulled away. “Damn. I promised I wouldn’t do this.”

“What? Are you kidding me?” No more teasing. No more games. No more exercises. She’d had enough. “You aren’t taking advantage of me.” Oblivious to where she was and who might be watching, she pulled him to her, anxious to crush his lips with hers in a way she’d never tried before.

So, this was what it felt like to let yourself go. Passion. It was turning her core into a roaring fire. She’d always kept this feeling bottled up. Why? It felt so damn good.

After a brief hesitation, his lips pressed down on hers— firm and demanding. She opened her mouth to let his tongue mix with hers, and moaned as his grinding erection pushed against her.

Holy cow, she’d never been kissed like this before. She could taste his need, and feel his desire for her, and the rawness of both made her long for even more. She deepened the kiss, pulling him closer still, amazed at herself for being the aggressor, enjoying every damn moment of it. She wanted this kiss to last forever.



  • I have two stepdaughters, one adopted son from Cuba, and two biological daughters, so I’ve been blessed to know motherhood in many different ways.
  • I’m afraid to fly, yet accepted a ride in a U.S. Air Force Thunderbird – which travels twice the speed of sound. I’m still afraid to fly.
  • I love ketchup but hate tomatoes.
  • I love late afternoon thunderstorms in Florida, the big boomers, where the thunder and lightning shakes the house.
  • I named my bulldog, Sanford, after Sanford Stadium at the University of Georgia, where I spent four years performing as a majorette with the University of Georgia Redcoat Marching Band.
  • I was Ms Greenville, South Carolina 1985 – while using my stepfather’s name Linda Yokum.
  • My favorite movies are Gone with the Wind, Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice. Oh, love The Notebook, too.
  • My favorite music is 80’s hair band rock and roll. In fact, I run to Guns – n – Roses and Bon Jovi most mornings.
  • My guilty pleasure is watching reality TV. (Any of the housewives shows – please don’t’ tell anyone)
  • I love dark chocolate and full‐bodied red wine.
  • I’ve worked in television news, at the same TV station, with the same wonderful folks, for more than 20 years.
  • I survived a fight with breast cancer, and it changed the way I enjoy my life.
  • I write because I can’t stop. It’s been a life long addiction. 



Author Linda Bond has worked as a television news reporter and anchor in Fort Myers, Orlando and Tampa Florida. Image2She writes every day, under deadline, but has always loved losing herself in a good fiction story. Her love for writing fiction actually started in high school, but a thriving, busy professional life, along with five kids kept her busy for many years.

Entangled Publishing is releasing her debut romantic adventure, Alive at 5, in July 2014.

She has received numerous writing awards in Romance Writer’s of America chapter contests for Alive at 5.


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  1. That must have been mind-boggling, riding in a fighter jet when you are afraid to fly! Great scene in the story, though!



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