Remington Jenkins is back and Martin's Crossing will never be the same. At least not for Samantha Martin.
Her teenage crush is all grown-up, and she's realizing the full-time rancher, part-time preacher, still holds her heart. Back then, Rem planned to marry her—until her overprotective brothers sent her away.
If he can brave her formidable family, Rem's finally got a shot with the pretty nurse.
But first, Sam has a secret that she must share before they can turn their summer romance into a winter wedding…
A heartfelt story about faith, hope, love, and forgiveness.
There's so much sorrow, anger, disappointment and loneliness in Sam. She has felt her whole life, that people leave, or sent her away, they are not there to stay, to love, to be trusted. And for good reasons.
Remington only really loved one girl, but her family, brothers, made sure they didn't have a future together. Now, ten years later, if they can forgive each other, their families, and leave the past behind, will they really have a second chance at the forever kind of love?
So much heart, love, and trust is needed, to open up your mind, trust again after your heart has been shattered, and to forgive. Sam is struggling to find her place with her family, to see if she could finally fit in.
Remington is willing to do anything to have Sam in his life again, more as a friend.
And if the heart break between Remington and Sam doesn't bring you to tears, their efforts to help the little kids at the hospital surely will.
The story isn't just about pain, hurt, love, and forgiveness, meddling brothers, and teenage crushes turning into love. It is also about hope for a better tomorrow, and about faith that God will guide you through anything, and trust that it will happen.
~ Four Spoons
The Bride Wore Starlight
Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys #3
By: Lizbeth Selvig
Releasing February 9. 2016
Once comfortable on stage in front of thousands, Joely Crockett is now mortified at the thought of walking—or rolling—down the aisle at her sisters’ wedding. Scarred and wheelchair-bound, the former beauty queen has lost more than the ability to walk—she’s lost her fire. But when one handsome, arrogant guest accuses her of milking her injuries and ignites her ire, Joely finally starts to feel truly alive again, and soon it’s impossible for her to resist her heart’s desire.
Alec Morrissey knows a little something about loss. A famous rodeo cowboy before he was injured in Iraq, he’s managed to create something of a normal life, even if it’s not the one he always imagined. Encountering stunning but damaged Joely, he sees a kindred spirit who can learn from his mistakes.
As these two healing souls begin to fall in love under the Wyoming stars, they must discover if they are willing to give in to the tragedies of life or fight for a future together.
The contact with Alec’s strong, long-fingered hand didn’t do anything to quell the annoyance dancing in her stomach. Or was it attraction? Or just a very long time since a man had taken her hand?
He tugged gently and braced his feet so she could stand and get her solid leg beneath her.
Her eyes came level with his tie. That put him at roughly six feet, she thought inanely, although, in truth, no thoughts but inane ones filled her head. Up close his eyes shone a dark, rich amber, and his full, upturned lips made him appear prone to smiling. His hat looked so natural on him he might well have been born with it on.
He held out his right elbow. “Just think of me as a human hiking stick.”
He hadn’t said “cane.” He hadn’t said “crutch.” She offered a tentative, grateful smile, took a deep breath, and nodded.
What could have been horribly awkward turned out to be an easy partnership. Alec seemed to know instinctively how to step where she needed him for support, and his arm offered a perfect grip that she could lean into as firmly as she wanted. It took a dozen or so strides to get the coordination right, but slowly she figured out how to step firmly with her right leg and use Alec’s weight to help swing and step quickly with her left. She’d walked like this with crutches, but this felt so quasi normal—she almost enjoyed it.
They came to the stairs, and she froze. A flat path was easy. Going up stairs was awkward but doable. But going down threw her weight forward, and she didn’t have the strength or balance to keep from pitching headfirst down the flight.
“We’re doing great,” he said. “There are only six.”
“We’re doing fine,” he’d said. She didn’t know this man from any random person, and yet he knew how to speak as if they’d been doing this forever.
“I really should have a body on the other side, too,” she admitted reluctantly. “I suck at stairs.”
“Here’s the deal.” He removed her hand from his elbow and held it, then wrapped his right arm loosely around her waist. “It’s your balance that’s got you spooked. You haven’t
practiced with it, but your left leg is strong enough. Trust yourself. You know the drill: bad leg—”
“First,” she finished. “Yes. But it doesn’t hold my weight.”
“Eventually it will, but for now we’ll step together, and you lean into me when you’re using that leg.”
How did he know so effortlessly what to do? He’d probably had plenty of bangs and bruises when he’d been on the rodeo circuit—maybe this was second nature for him.
They navigated the stairs like they’d been doing it for years. She’d never have made it on her own, and such an exercise had been clunky at best with a physical therapist. When she stood at the bottom without aid of a crutch or two side walkers, her satisfaction had to rival that of any successful mountain climber’s.
“Wow,” she said, unable to keep the pleasure from her voice.
“Why are you surprised? You’re a ranch girl; you’re tough.”
Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her best friend (aka her husband), and a gray Arabian gelding. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, she won RWA’s prestigious Golden Heart® Contest in 2010 with her contemporary romance The Rancher and the Rock Star. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and spend time with her new granddaughter. She also has four-legged grandchildren—more than twenty—including a wallaby, two alpacas, a donkey, a pig, a sugar glider, and many dogs, cats, and horses (pics of all appear on her website www.lizbethselvig.com). She loves connecting with readers—contact her any time!
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The McCord Brothers are the most eligible bachelors in Spring Hill, Texas. But these cowboys are about to get wrangled by the love of some very special women—the kind who can melt hearts and lay it all on the line.
Air force Captain Riley McCord has come home on medical leave to find one heck of a welcome reception. Every unattached woman in Spring Hill, Texas, wants to nurse him back to health. That includes his childhood friend Claire Davidson—the only person who understands how damaged he really feels. In high school, she chose his best friend over him. According to Riley's rules, that should make her off-limits forever. But when Claire suggests a no-strings fling, he can't refuse.
Claire always wanted Riley—but she also craved the safety and stability he couldn't offer. So she chose another path, only to end up crazier about him than ever. She's even convinced herself that this time she won't be devastated when he leaves. Yet once Riley realizes the depth of Claire's feelings—and his own—he'll have to make the ultimate choice: return to the job he loves or stay home for the woman who's always lived in his heart.
Take one hot Texas spring month, a small town filled with people who gossip constantly about everything, a group of people who grew up together, have a history with each other, and are still pining after the one that got away, and you will have Texas On Your Mind.
It is a humorous, light, and sunny story, a look of lives at Spring Hill, where everyone counts on the town gossip to keep you informed, and better than any social media site ever.
Riley came home to heal, the war torn body and mind was taking a beating on him, and his military career, and all he wanted, was to get back to work, get back on a mission, get out of the home town.
Claire was back at Spring Hill to prepare her grandmother's house for sale. Her long time boyfriend wanted to marry her, the town wants to know who was the father of her son, she wanted to know why her parents didn't want her as a kid, and maybe have a fling with Riley, if that was all she was ever going to have with him.
Riley and Claire have an interesting relationship. They talk about painful stuff, they support each other in when needed, they know each other well, but why don't they talk about their relationships, as well as about everything else in their lives? Why doesn't he explain the non existing relationship with Jodi to her?
After the slow moving story, with built up about the letter and the paternity of Claire's son, the ending suddenly seemed rushed.
The tale has a lovely flow in it, the feeling of the hot summer days lazing by is evident. The relationships give the word complicated a new meaning, but behind all the small town drama, there's people who truly care about each other. The characters feel real, they are all likable, easy to relate to, or you know one just like him or her. The family is tight, even with all the problems and power struggles, they love and care for each other. I can see this series developing into one of those much loved family sagas of the south
~ Four Spoons
USA Today bestselling author, Delores Fossen, has sold over 70 novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award and was a finalist for the prestigious Rita ®. In addition, she’s had nearly a hundred short stories and articles published in national magazines.
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They're discovering the healing powers of passion
Burned-by-love architect Hunter McKay came home to Phoenix to open her own firm, not rekindle her fleeting high school romance with playboy Tyson Steele.
But when she runs into the sexy surgeon at a nightclub—and he unleashes that legendary Steele charm—Hunter fears she's headed straight for heartbreak once again.
Tyson hasn't forgotten the one who got away. A weeklong fling should be just enough to get the sultry beauty out of his system for good, even if he has to let Hunter set the ground rules.
But the rules are suddenly changing for the no-strings bachelor. Can Tyson convince this sensual woman that he's the real deal—that they deserve a second chance together?
When the mighty fall, they fall hard, fast, and completely.
This is a story so sensual, lustful, and delightful, it nearly burned my ereader down. When the old lust turns into passion, and that passion kindles deeper feelings, those forever, only you, kind of feelings, the formerly known as the biggest player in town, is going down.
The chemistry, attraction, and connection between Tyson and Hunter is beyond any scale, they burn so hot for each other, they leave just ashes behind. But they have more than just super hot sex, several times a night. They have a true connection, they enjoy each others company, they find each other interesting and fascinating outside the bedroom as well.
The Steele brother's have a reputation, and they are proud of it, but they are also smart, and recognize when the right woman comes along.
I love that this story is so loving, caring, and thoughtful. There's no unnecessary conflict built between the characters, just to create drama. They do the dance, the tango of a modern relationship, and they do it so well. They protect their hearts to the last moment, but surrender when the feelings are too powerful to be denied.
Purely seductive, steamy romance
~ Four Spoons
Falling for Prince Charles
By: Lauren Baratz-Logsted
Releasing February 9, 2016
"Lauren Baratz-Logsted has mastered the real life fairy tale in her explosive and hilarious FALLING FOR PRINCE CHARLES. It's all here, lovelorn Daisy Silverman flush with cash and high hopes, Prince Charles who can't resist her, and London in all its splendor. Curl up and get ready to laugh long into the foggy night." —Adriana Trigiani, New York Times bestselling author of THE SHOEMAKER'S WIFE
"Daisy's madcap adventure is more comedy than romance, and her most unusual and unlikely relationship with Prince Charles will appeal to reads looking for lots of giggles." —Publishers Weekly
Daisy Silverman has always been obsessed with His Royal Highness, Prince Charles. When the underachieving 30-something cleaning lady wins a million dollars, she follows her lifelong dream to go to London.
Once there, she meets Prince Charles—the real Prince Charles. Through a series of misunderstandings, the Royal Family doesn't realize that Daisy's Jewish or that she's spent her life up to the elbows in the wrong kind of toilet water.
By the time they do, Daisy is in love with Charles, Charles is in love with Daisy, and the Queen's white gloves are off.
FALLING FOR PRINCE CHARLES is an offbeat alternate-universe romantic comedy showing the heir to the British throne in a light quite unlike any he's been seen in before.
As Daisy Silverman squatted in front of the toilet bowl, first depressing the flush lever and then watching as the milky outgoing spiral removed the mildew and replaced it with fresh water, the thought occurred to her for at least the thousandth time that if the fickle hand of fate hadn’t cast her as a cleaning lady, working in wealthy households and offices in Westport, Connecticut, she would most certainly have made a perfectly lovely Princess of Wales.
This was a fantasy that Daisy had entertained off and on since 1981, the same year that the late Princess Diana had first become Princess Diana. And to this day, eighteen years later, whenever she thought about it, Daisy still thought that she could have done the job better.
Oh, sure, Daisy had loved the late Princess, would have said that she loved her more than anybody. Well, actually even Daisy was aware enough not to say that; she did know that Diana’s family and friends had surely loved her more. But Daisy could legitimately claim to love her easily as much as anybody who had never met her, and that was plenty. So, if Daisy felt a little competitive with a dead Princess that she had loved beyond reason, what matter that? After all, there were some compelling reasons for making a comparison between the two women.
Just like the woman who had possessed the most photographed profile in the world, Daisy had a genius for making the kind of seemingly interested, throwaway comment that left others feeling a little cheerier about their own lot in life. Although even Daisy had felt that the Princess had been pushing things a bit, several years back, when she had blithely informed a widow on the dole with a flat full of small children: “Oh, yes, I just love those microwave pizzas too. Whenever the Heir and the Spare start to look a little peaked, I just nuke a couple of them in the Palace micro, and we’re all set to go skiing in Klosters or windsurfing on Necker.” Or, if those hadn’t been her exact words, it had been something equally inappropriate...
Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of over 25 books for adults, teens (including The Twin’s Daughter and Little Women and Me), and children (The Sisters 8, a nine-book series she created with her husband and daughter). Before becoming an author, Lauren was an independent bookseller, freelance editor, Publishers Weekly reviewer, sort-of librarian and window washer. She lives with her family in Danbury, CT. Visit her at www.laurenbaratzlogsted.com or follow her @LaurenBaratzL on Twitter.
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Brothers of Mayhem #1
By: Carla Swafford
Releasing February 16, 2016
Sizzling with passion and suspense, perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs up as a headstrong beauty faces off against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls for the bad boy she never saw coming.
Cassidy Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a biker’s plaything.
But Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever felt so real.
Cassidy Ryder swung the bat, testing the weight and reach, as she marched around the line of motorcycles. Wrinkling her nose, she ignored the sharp, pungent smell of marijuana drifting across her path.
Huddled in the shade beneath the building’s eaves, men with greasy hair and beards puffed on tightly rolled joints and eyed her with mild curiosity. As long as she stayed away from their well-loved bikes, they’d let her move on without interference.
Her body trembled with suppressed fury. She almost wished they’d try to stop her. Anything to give her a reason to release the pressure building inside. With a snort of derision, she straightened her back and stalked into the Skull and Bones Bar.
The thumping beat of Kid Rock blasted from the speakers, competing with the rowdy conversations shaking the large, smoky room. Though mostly rural, Sand County had a law against smoking in any public establishment. In pure defiance, a blue-gray haze hovered around the dim bulbs spotlighting the long shelves of liquor and above two pool tables in the back.
She hesitated. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she ignored the tall, lanky bartender strolling along behind the counter and heading her way. The rest of the crowd ignored her entrance. Did they often see people carrying a bat into the place?
She didn’t care. Time for someone to listen to her.
With a swing of her whole body, she brought the bat down, sweeping several glasses from the long bar. The loud pops and tinkling of broken glasses immediately quieted the room just as
Kid’s “American Bad Ass” faded out. Several of the leather-and-denim clad men stood and stepped toward her.
She lifted the bat for another swing.
“Damn it to hell! Wait!” The bartender slid over the top of the counter to stand in front of her. “What the hell are you doing?”
Speaking of badass, with his broad shoulders and tats down both arms, he’d draw anyone’s attention just by entering a room. But add in the dark hair cut tight on the sides, long on top and brushed back to his nape, he especially caught the eye of every woman in the place. She’d noticed too, but she had more important things on her mind.
Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled her weapon higher over her shoulder.
He stopped a bat length away and raised his hands. “Cassidy . . .” He hesitated as if he waited for her reaction to the name. Was she that forgettable? She’d been there several times over the last month, to drag her brother back home. When her eyes narrowed, he continued. “Whatever has you riled up, can we talk about it?”
Emphasizing each word, she pointed the bat as if it were a finger. “I came in here yesterday and asked, real polite, if you or anyone here had seen my brother. Each one of you looked me in the face and lied. This morning, I get a call, telling me he was seen yesterday, hanging out back, talking with Stonewall.” She glanced around, keeping the bartender in her peripheral view. “Where’s the bastard? I want answers about my brother’s whereabouts.” Proud of how her voice remained even and carried across the room, she jutted out her chin. What would they lie about next?
The Brothers of Mayhem Motorcycle Club never took kindly to threats. She didn’t care. Violence was the only way they would respect her, and she was prepared to do more, if that’s what it took to bring her little brother back home. Storm had never stayed gone this long.
“Put the bat down before you get hurt.” The bartender’s soft command sounded so reasonable.
Screw reasonable. She’d been fair and understanding for the last three days while she searched for Storm. Her patience had disappeared with the only member of her family worth a damn. No way would she fail him again.
“I will when you—”
Brawny arms wrapped around her chest and squeezed. She gasped for breath as someone
hauled her against his chest and off her feet. The bartender grabbed the bat from her loosened grip and threw it to the side. It hit the floor with a loud clanking.
“Little girl, we don’t know where your brother’s at. We didn’t lie about that.” The deep voice of the club’s VP, Mac McGee, came from above her head as he squeezed again in warning. “Maybe I need to teach you some fucking manners.”
She squeaked from the pain, her ribs near the breaking point. With little blood circulation reaching below her waist, her kicks were no more than taps to the mountain restraining her. She pushed at the tight arms as her head dug into his sternum.
“Please,” she pleaded with a hiss of precious air.
“Mac, let her go. I’ll handle her.” The bartender rested his elbows on the countertop behind him, crossed his long legs at the ankles, and waited.
The big guy released her so quickly she barely caught herself before falling at their feet. Asshole. Taking cautious breaths in case of a cracked rib, she regained a little of her composure.
Handle her? In his dreams. Shoulders thrust back and head held up, she asked, “Where’s my brother?”
The bartender sighed in frustration. “You’re the most hardheaded woman. Mac told you yesterday, and today is no different. We have no idea where your brother is.”
Then it struck her what the big guy said a moment earlier. She turned and looked into the angry bloodshot eyes of Mac. “What did you mean when you said ‘We didn’t lie about that’? What did you lie about?”
With a shake of his massive, shaggy head, the big guy reached for her, but the bartender knocked her to the side and stepped between them, one arm out to keep her back. “Go on. I’ll take it from here.”
“Never could stand bossy old ladies,” Mac drawled with a sneer.
She leaned over the bartender’s arm and shouted, “Who are you calling old lady? I’m no one’s old lady! You old fart!” She knew what he meant, that it had nothing to do with age, but with belonging to someone. At the age of twenty-one, she refused to let anyone call her that. At sixty-one, she would damn well still refuse.
“Who would want you as their old lady, with that bitchy attitude,” Mac said, more as fact than a question. “You need your ass beaten.” Then he walked away as he raised one finger in her direction.
“Yeah, but at least I look human and not like a grizzly bear, what with all that fur on your face!” How lame.
She really needed to shut up before they got tired of her mouth. As a kid she’d grown up around surly men like Mac, but her father’s reputation had protected her from worse. Besides, what about her promise to be a good girl? Her foster mother tried her best to teach her self-control. Yet Cassidy often let her temper get the better of her. Remembering how her hissy fit had caused her brother to leave home in a huff the other night, a sharp pain roiled in her stomach.
As she opened her mouth to apologize, the bartender’s hand cupped the back of her head, clutched a handful of hair, and twisted. At the same time, his other hand covered her mouth.
“Shh,” he said softly. Concern darkened his blue eyes as he shook his head.
Bending her back, he caused her to lose balance but held her tight. Her feet remained on the floor as he aligned his body with hers, almost touching his nose to hers.
“If you don’t shut your trap, you’re going to get more than you asked for,” he whispered. “Your brother isn’t here. He’s turning eighteen in a couple days, right?” Without giving her a chance to answer, he added, “Then he’ll be an adult. At least one who can vote and die for his country. So, I think it’s in your best interest to go home. When he’s ready to talk, he’ll show up.”
She wasn’t sure why it happened. The last few days had been stressful. She wasn’t one of those girls who did it at the drop of a hat, but her eyes welled with tears.
“Ah, shit. Don’t do that,” he said between gritted teeth. He moved his hand from her mouth, pressing her cheek to a broad shoulder as he lifted her upright.
Unable to stop, she dug trembling fingers into his leather vest and sobbed.
Why is he being so nice?
The strong hand in her hair remained, but the other one rubbed and patted her back. He acted as if he had all of the time in the world while she bawled like a little kid.
“Shh. Everything will be okay.”
She glanced up and her heart skipped a beat. The guy had a gorgeous smile; there was even a dimple beneath the stubble on his face.
A gravelly voice nearby said, “Get me a beer, Thorn, before you fuck her.”
Her body stiffened.
Stonewall had arrived.
Carla Swafford loves romance novels, action/adventure movies, and men, and her books reflect that. She’s married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.
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HER PERFECT ROMAN HOLIDAY
A Roman reunion isn't on Kate Westbrook's itinerary when she arrives in Italy. After all, she's flying solo on the vacation she'd hoped to share with her soon-to-be-ex.
But when Kate tosses a coin into the Trevi Fountain, her deepest wish—a second chance with her gorgeous pilot husband—might come true…
Travis knows his dangerous missions broke up his marriage, but he's determined to win back his wife.
How can Kate resist the magic and moonlight of Venice, followed by a passionate interlude in a sun-drenched Tuscan villa?
Now, instead of dodging missiles, Travis faces a far more daunting challenge: proving to the woman he adores that their love is as enduring as the Eternal City itself.
Has the past done too much damage to the marriage, or are there still enough will, love, and passion to salvage it? Or is love enough?
Have you always wanted to travel around Italy, but never had the chance? Well, here you have a detailed, comprehensive, and a precise description of what can be done in one part of Italy, what is worth to see and experience, according to the author.
The author obviously loves details, as everything in the story is spelled out by every last bit of them, clothing, food, technical, scenery, history and the tourist attractions alike.
Travis and Kate loves each other, and they only have a few days in Italy, to try to make it work, and find a way to live, so that they are on the same continent, even in the same state and city, to have a life together. It's not easy. There are lots of questions in their minds, doubts and worries. But they know one thing, they love and want each other, and are doing their best to make it work.
Kate's friends, Travis' friends, themselves, and Tommy the terrible, makes an interesting, influential group of people, traveling around, hotel hopping, eating delicious food, and seeing the country.
The story is all about the loyalty of your friends, the beautiful country of Italy and everything it has to offer to a high class tourist, and love that endures most, is forgiving, and patient, and passion that burns bright and radiant.
~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
The King Trilogy #4
By: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Releasing February 15, 2016
“THEY THINK KING IS EVIL, BUT HE’S GOT NOTHING ON ME.” - Mack
MY NAME IS MACK. And if I play my cards right, I will soon be dead. Permanently. Not even my powerful twin brother will be able to resurrect me. A good thing. Because a man like me has no business living. Not when I have killed. Not when I have betrayed everyone I have ever cared for. Not when I know I’m destined to do it again.
This is why I have come looking for her—the only one capable of ending me once and for all. But will she think I’m just another insane patient? Or will she believe the truth? I am thousands of years old, my heart too dark to be salvaged.
MY NAME IS TEDDI, short for Theodora. My entire life has been a canvas of grays, whites, and black. I can’t feel, I can’t understand joy, I’ve never truly lived. Until now. His name is Mack, and though he believes he’s cursed, my degree in psychology tells me otherwise. Besides, someone who’s capable of bringing so much light into my life can’t be anything but good.
But I can save him. If he’ll let me.
(STANDALONE STORY – BASED ON THE USA TODAY BESTSELLING KING TRILOGY)
Darkness was the one thing in this world I didn’t care for—probably because I felt most comfortable with facts. Seeing objects equated seeing facts. There is the floor. There is the couch. Facts.
Guessing where things were—I think the leg of this table is around here somewhere—ouch!—was inefficient, useless. It was why nightlights were invented.
So when I entered John Doe’s dark room, the first thing I wanted was to bring in some light.
“Mr. Doe?” I said to the dark figure seated in the corner of the small room, staring at me like an eerie scarecrow waiting to frighten the shit out of anything that crossed its path. “My name is Dr. Valentine. I’m the new director. May I turn on the lights so we can discuss the reason you are here?”
“I asked not to be disturbed.” The man’s deep, masculine voice felt like a cold, chilling slap. Yet strangely, it was also…Well, I didn’t know really. Hypnotic, perhaps.
I squinted, my eyes straining to see his face but only able to make out his silhouette—broad shoulders, short hair, and fit-looking arms from the shadows of biceps I was able to spot.
“That’s exactly why we need to talk,” I said. “It’s come to my attention that you are not here to seek therapy—”
My mouth flapped for a moment. “I’m sorry, but did you—”
“I said leave,” he growled.
Sadly for him, intimidation didn’t work on me. Not that I was stupid and wouldn’t get out of harm’s way. The question was, did he intend to harm me?
“And if I don’t?” I asked, testing the waters. His response would tell me everything I needed to know. Reading people’s internal emotional state was another gift of mine.
I waited for a reply.
And then I waited some more.
He’s not going to answer me. Fine. This was silly and a completely unproductive use of my time. I would just have to see him with my own two eyes. My gift would do the rest.
“Okay. These lights are going—” I flipped the switch, and the moment my eyes met his, I was hit by a hard wave of…
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
I flipped off the lights, turned, and left the room. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was that?
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author, and host of the radio talk show, Man Candy, on Radioslot.com.
When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.
She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.
She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they're batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com !
Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net
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All it takes is one sweet taste…
Daisy Sinclair knows how to make a guy moan with raw pleasure. She should, as owner of the best damn bakery in Chicago. Her cinnamon buns are borderline orgasmic! Of course, standing in front of the city's biggest (and sexy-as-hell) food critic in her skivvies isn't the most professional first impression. Especially when he has a wicked glint in his eye…
Jamie Forsythe isn't exactly a food critic; his twin brother is. One look at Daisy's mouthwatering curves, and Jamie knows only that he wants to have his cake and Daisy, too. Attraction mixed with deception is a recipe for disaster—the naughtiest, hottest kind imaginable. And there's no way Jamie can resist being sent to bed…with Daisy as dessert!
This is the most blazing hot, sensual, delightfully lustful story I remember reading in a long time. Jamie and Daisy has all the chemistry, fascination and gravitation people can have for each other. Their thoughts are so filled with each other from the moment they meet, while Daisy is nearly naked, that it takes humorous sides.
But the story is not only just naked fun and games, there are other feelings in the picture as well, and those feelings take on some kind of roll-a-coaster ride, as Jamie and Daisy are trying to figure out their lives, their feelings, and their future.
While Daisy's bakery is in danger, Jamie puts his career in line, to try to save her.
Daisy is not only battling with her ex husband, trying to save the bakery, but also built a relationship with her mother. Jamie has his own issues, to deal with, that makes him feel inadequate to Daisy.
Lots of story fit into the book, story with high emotions, legal battles, boxing matches, baked goods, friends who are willing to go the extra mile for you, dough therapy, and passion that burns hotter than most. And if you manage to read the whole story, without stopping to bake some cinnamon buns, you are stronger than I am
~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
As a bodyguard, it was his duty to protect her—not fall for her all over again…
Orion Security Group's mission is to protect those in serious danger. So when Oliver Quinn's latest assignment unexpectedly brings him back into Darling Smith's life, he knows it's going to be his most challenging case yet. And from the moment he comes face-to-face with the beauty from his past, Oliver can't deny their history is going to make for some tension-filled days—and frustrating nights. But keeping her safe, even though she denies she needs his help, has to come before exploring their lingering feelings. She may not have asked for his protection, but with the killer on her trail, she can't afford not to have it…
Plus a bonus short story by USA TODAY bestselling author Delores Fossen
A great whodunit suspense in a small town, where a stranger has been found dead in a hotel room. The private investigator, Darling, is up to her ears mixed into the case, and for some odd reason the killer seems to be targeting her.
At the same time, the town millionaire has a new bodyguard team to protect him, and the team leader is Oliver, the man who crushed Darling's heard eight years ago.
From there, the plot starts to thicken, it is filled with twists and unexpected turns, deadly situations, and dangerous pursuit. It is not so much that I didn't guess who the killer is, but 'the why' kept me pondering.
The author is new to me, and I really enjoyed the suspense part, the action was riveting, and the events took imagination. I wish she didn't have to push the romance between the characters, because that's where the story started lacking.
Instead of calling the characters by their name, the author often uses their profession, when talking about them, even if it is thinking another character does, 'the bodyguard' 'the private investigator ', and that was a way to keep the characters on the arm's length, they never come personal to the reader, you don't get emotionally invested in their lives and decisions.
And so the connection between Oliver and Darling seems more like a courteous professional team effort, than a passionate relationship, that devastated their lives eight years ago, and is shattering their lives foundations now. There was no talk about the past, no clearing the air, and that's too bad, because there could have been such a deep, emotional possibilities there, but it just stayed rather indifferent.
At the end of the book, there's a steaming hot 'happy for now' novella from author Delores Fossen.
~ Three Spoons and a teaspoon on the side
The Millionaire Makeover
Bachelor Auction #2
By: Naima Simone
Releasing February 8, 2016
Plain-Jane computer programmer Khloe Richardson needs a date—one to make the prince of her dreams jealous. Maybe then he'll finally see her as a desirable swan and not the ugly duckling in the second office from the left.
But when she bids on a bachelor at a charity auction, the man she wins is millionaire Niall Hunter—who once made intense, passionate love to her and then left without a word. She's determined not to let her guard down again—among other things—around the infamous Irish lothario.
Niall never imagined his penance for one hot-as-hell night with his best friend’s little sister would be transforming her from a shy wallflower to a sultry siren. Helping her attract another man is torture...especially when he promised his friend he’d stay away. Plus, she wants forever, and he's not a forever kind of guy. But Niall can't stop wanting her. Can't stop touching her. Can't stop, period. And damn if he can remember why he has to...
A bead of sweat rolled down Niall’s spine as every pint of blood in his body seemed to flow south and congregate in his cock. Somewhere there was a woodshed with his name on it for the lessons he’d taught Khloe that night. As much as he’d been drinking, he shouldn’t have been able to move, much less fuck. But he’d taken her like a man possessed. Over and over. On her back. Her stomach. Her side. On his back. And he recalled each and every moment as if the sheer heat of those hours had burned away memories that should’ve been fogged by alcohol. Maybe that was part of his punishment for laying a hand on Michael’s much-loved baby sister. Damned to never forget the most explosive, mind-blowing sex of his life…and doomed never to repeat it because of his friend’s last request before his death.
Yeah, God was definitely a woman.
Only a female could be that fucking diabolical.
Naima's love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey and Linda Howard many years ago. Though her first attempt at writing a romance novel at 11 never saw the light of day, her love of romance and writing has endured. Now, she spends her time creating stories of unique men and women who experience the dizzying heights of passion and the tender heat of love. She is the wife to Superman - or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent - and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.
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Shelby Lynn Collins left Phoenix fifteen years ago to pursue her dream of becoming a country music singer. Now the two-time Entertainer of the Year is back in Phoenix for a concert that will put the exclamation point on her career. Until she receives an e-mail from a deranged killer, and becomes a target. Even worse, the Detective assigned to the case is the man she left behind. It's bittersweet torture being protected by the only man she's ever loved, and the only man who has the power to break her heart.
Mike Hanson is an ex-Marine turned Homicide Detective, with an ingrained ability to find the bad guys. When a body turns up that points to a connection to the famous singer in town for a concert, he has no choice but to get involved. As the killer get more violent, Mike gets closer to the one woman who makes him feel again. Now he's going to pull in every favor owed, and push himself harder than ever to protect the woman who broke his heart, because he can't imagine a world without her. Even if she leaves him again.
Horrific serial killer/stalker on a crime spree, leaving behind no evidence, just a ghastly scene, that makes even the most seasoned homicide detectives take a step back and try not to breath.
Here we have a thriller that flows out of the pages and is impossible to put down. I have loved this series from the book one, the stories are all so very different, but filled with suspense, action, the brotherhood of the marines, and the sweetest, passionate, forever kind of love. I love how they call upon each other at the time of need, and know they will be there for them. And that all the previous characters get to visit on the new stories, in a natural, fitting way.
The villain is insane, mutilating women, and targeting Shelby Lynn. The fear is constant, the tension is high. Time is running out, and desperation to save yet another woman, not to mention Shelby Lynn, is tangible. The collection of the clues, the team work, the puzzle of clues, like little pieces, are scattered around the town, that they are finding, was fascinating and true to life. The action with its intensity gets your heart rate up, and on the edge.
The love between Mike and Shelby Lynn is adorable. The hurt from the before is there, but I am so glad they didn't hold on to it too long, or didn't create any unnecessary angst and drama. Their hearts were willing to forgive and forget, and move on. The time there had to rebuild the relationship was well fitted into the tale, amongst all the chaos from crime and murders. Mike and Rebecca together just melted my heart. Big alpha men and kids, just does it for me, I guess.
Sickening serial killer, multiple murders, well twined together to create creepy terror and fast action, mixed with a charming cast of characters, deep brotherhood of the marines, and dreamy, dazzling love story, and I was sold
~ Five Spoons
Everything To Lose
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR LUCAS HOLT IS ON A MISSION…
Lucas Holt specializes in kidnap recovery. Ex-Delta Force and a former NYPD detective, he has spent the last fifteen years burying himself in case files to cope with the unsolved abduction of his daughter, Marnie.
JANET MAXWELL JUST CAN’T LET GO…
After the death of Janet’s husband and son in a tragic car accident, she hopes Holt’s expertise can locate the daughter she gave up for adoption seventeen years ago. Janet knows her actions will have explosive repercussions for the girl’s father— presidential candidate, Todd Grayson. With no family, hope of finding her only daughter is all she has left. Or is there a more sinister motive?
THERE’S NO GREATER INCENTIVE FOR A FATHER THAN PROTECTING HIS DAUGHTER…
On a mission to bury the constant reminder of his failure to recover Marnie, Holt agrees to Janet’s proposal. But at what cost? When his inquiries lead to news of the death of another woman, Holt can’t shake the feeling something is off about the whole case. And when new evidence surfaces about Marnie’s disappearance, finding her and finding Janet’s daughter become the same treacherous mission.
Crooked candidates, hired mercenaries, and his own life on the line—will Holt find it inside him to risk everything in the line of duty?
THERE’S NO TELLING HOW FAR YOU’RE WILLING TO GO WHEN YOU HAVE…
EVERYTHING TO LOSE.
What a tangled web they have made, that puts innocent lives in danger, and makes everyone a suspect, and no one to be trusted.
The story is filled with twists and turns, as the plot constantly takes a new direction as more clues are found. Everyone is hiding something, and at the end, the reasons for the manhunt seems so vain, when looking at the results. Everyone also seems to be connected somehow, either in the present or in the past. Old hurts, pain, and revenge takes place on many levels.
The characters are interesting, they all have intriguing background. They are very focused and task oriented.
The story flows out well, it is very wordy, and that seemed to slow down the story at times. But the many shifts and spins in the tale, kept the interest high. Everything happens in a very much 'as a matter of a fact', and the intensity level doesn't come up, until at the end of the book, where I found myself at the edge of my seat.
The story is told both in third and first person, depending on who's point of view we are looking at. I'm not a fan of the first person type of storytelling, but it did seem to work here for the PI Holt. This is a book one in a trilogy, and it does end in a cliffhanger.
Interesting story, with impeccable timing, as it seems that a presidential candidate has moulded the world around him, as it best suits himself, no matter for other people, their lives, or even their deaths. And those knowing the truth, has to be eliminated, given the PI Holt a world to be saved.
~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
JP Ratto is a husband and wife collaborative writing team. EVERYTHING TO LOSE is the first of a three-book series featuring private investigator Lucas Holt.
Judy began writing full time six years ago. She attended Hofstra University’s Writing Intensive in the summer of 2010, and participated in a Hofstra-sponsored writing and critique group from 2009 to 2012. She has written an upper middle-grade fantasy adventure and a children’s mystery chapter book. Judy also does free-lance editing.
Pete Ratto, a former member of the U.S. Navy serving half his enlistment with the U.S. Marine Corp, is a retired corporate accountant and is now writing full time. Both are avid readers of mysteries, thrillers and suspense. Active in a critique group made up of local authors, they enjoy discussions on all aspects of the craft of writing. Pete enjoys photography, writing and going to the beach. In her spare time, Judy paints watercolors and to her husband’s delight, cooks an occasional dinner. They have a son and a daughter, both grown and living in New York. Pete and Judy live in southern Florida with their cat, Gillian.
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The Texas heat did nothing to stop an elusive criminal
Omega Sector: Critical Response agent Jon Hatton is running out of options. If he doesn't get a decent lead soon, a serial rapist will strike again.
His best chances lie with the intuitive skills of forensic artist Sherry Mitchell, a beautiful woman struggling with PTSD.
In exchange for her help, Jon teaches Sherry to manage her symptoms, and soon they are unable to resist their Texas-hot attraction.
With Jon as her lifeline, Sherry uncovers clues that prompt a frightening message from the attacker.
Jon knows Sherry's determined to help catch this criminal, but keeping her safe is his top priority. Followed by making her his bride.
I read the whole book at once, and didn't even figure out that time flew by. I inhaled it in. So much so, that I took a second look at it after a while.
I am in awe a bit here, mainly because it is so different from the author's previous books, and really showing how versatile she is with her writing.
There's humor mixed with intense situations, and suspense, but it is a different kind of atmosphere we have here completely. The humor is subtle, the situation the law enforcement is facing is one of the worst you can think of, women are being raped by such a clever monster, that there's no evidence left behind. Creepy.
Sherry, is burned out, because of all the pain, evil, and horror, she had had to endure in her line of work. It gave the story a certain dark feeling from the get go, and the story itself just built upon it.
The frustration and devastation Jon is feeling with each new victim is palpable. The co-operation with the police is not going smoothly, hindering his work somewhat, and taking too much unnecessary energy from him.
It was so easy to set myself into the story, to see the scenes unfolding in front of me.
Even though the evidence is minimal, next to nothing, the constant presence of the evil, lurking just around the corner is evident, giving the story an eerie feeling, knowing the menace is close by, and escalating in his behavior.
The first kiss between Sherry and Jon, was just another level of hotness. I loved those two together, how they are with each other. So brutally honest, and real, while at the same time fun, and yet so incredibly sweet, affectionate, and tender.
They are supportive, caring towards each other, and how Jon offers to be her lifeline while she is working, just melted me inside. So many swoon worthy moments between those two, Jon just turned out to be the perfect man, for Sherry.
And also the perfect man to keep the Texas town calm, while facing the string of brutal crimes. There were so many times I wanted to stand up and cheer for Jon's patience, and calm while dealing with difficult situations, like the perpetual childishness at the police department.
There's more suspense in the story, than actual action. I for one, am thankful for that, considering it is a rape case we are dealing here with. I didn't miss the action, the investigation was intriguing, the lack of clues frustrating, and the reality of solving the case with so little to go on, fascinating. And the curve ball at the end, just took me by surprise.
Yes, I loved it. Simple as that.
~ Five Spoons
Betting on the Wrong Brother
A What Happens in Vegas Story
By: Cathryn Fox
Releasing February 8, 2016
He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful, funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.
Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t recognize her and gives her a fake name. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.
Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins….
Quiet as a church mouse, her hands slowly moved to her buttons. Maybe she could get dressed before he turned.
His eyes latched on hers. Then grew wider. The ocean blue turbulence she’d once lost herself in dropped to her cleavage, then lower, over her midriff to her panties. Was that a smirk? Bastard. Okay, so apparently bad things came in fives.
“Uh, sorry.” His gaze shot back up and he cleared his throat. He set his duffle bag on the floor and shook his phone like it was some pithy excuse. “I didn’t realize you were there.”
Andi’s molars snapped together. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? After all, when it came right down to it, she was insignificant, wasn’t she? Determined to keep the upper hand on this less than thrilling encounter, she unclamped her teeth and held her finger up, drawing a circle in the air. “You think you could turn around?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
She stood tall—well as tall as she could at five foot five—and planted her hands on her hips like getting changed in an elevator was something she did every day. “Today?”
He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “Right,” he said, his friendly smile shifting to apologetic. Instead of turning, his glance flicked over her a second time. A gentleman, he was not. His lips twitched, the look on his face morphing into an appreciative smile. Score one for the granny panties. Still, it didn’t make her hate him any less.
He leaned to his left just as the elevator jumped again. It came to an abrupt halt and she lurched forward. Her body hit Nolan’s and the two toppled like bowling pins. A breathless, undignified oomph rushed from her lips as she landed on top of the main reason she’d left their hometown of Cedar Point eight years ago. The motor kicked in again, and the box continued to bob up and down. Her body moved right along with it, bouncing on top of Nolan like a goddamn Mexican jumping bean. Her tote bag flipped over, and her agenda and papers spilled onto the floor.
His arm slipped around her back, holding her to him as their groins banged. Bangity, bang, bang. She pinched her eyes shut. Please doors do not open again. Not because she was enjoying the ride. She wasn’t…she didn’t think. But because if they opened now, anyone standing on the other side would definitely get the wrong idea. Honestly, how could they not? They would be the prime photo op, posted and shared on social media sites. She’d never be able to face her friends, fans, industry professionals, if they thought she was dry humping some former crush on the elevator floor.
She braced her hands on the floor and held on, eyes closed. If the hydraulics let go this second and the elevator crashed to the basement, that’d be A-okay in her books. Breathe, Andi, just breathe. She tried not to think about the well built, athletic man beneath her, or how he’d just splayed his hand over the small of her back, or how good his fingers felt pressing into her flesh. His fingers stretched downward, and another rough jolt caused them to slip under the band of her panties. Was that…? Had he just lifted his hips? Twice?
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.
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