All work and no play makes Adeline Kendrick a dull girl, so when she heads to a casino resort for a friend's bachelorette weekend, she's ready to have a good time. Until she runs into Brendan Quinn, professional fighter and the one who got away—the one her family drove away—and things take a turn for the interesting.
Running into his ex won't shake Brendan. Even if it brings up the old pain of loving her when she was only slumming. Even if she looks really good. In fact, what better way to get over the past than to take advantage of the still-sizzling chemistry running hot between them? He's there to win an MMA fight, but he won't say no to a little physical relief of a different kind. But when the weekend is over, Adeline isn't ready to give up her second chance that easily. Brendan is still the one for her, no matter what her family thinks. Now, if only she can convince him of that…
Short, cute, sweet, and sexy novella from one of my favorite authors Shannon Stacey.
All I know about MMA fighting I learned on romance novels, so I can't say much about that aspect about the story, except it was well built up with intensity, without going into the gory details of blood, bruises, and cuts. Adeline and Brendan are so luscious together, the connection is there from the first look, the pull for each other is strong, stronger than they can fight against. The heat is high, it is smoldering, yet tender, and the deeper feelings they used to have for each other, come back into the picture rather fast. I like the author's characters because they are so down to earth, there isn't any angst filled drama, or unnecessary conflict. Adeline's family didn't like Brendan, they didn't think he was good enough for her, and interfere. Brendan walked away. Both were broken hearted. Adeline and Brendan spent a weekend at the casino, with an MMA fight and bachelorette party, and stolen, hot, moments with each other. They talk about the past, the present, but not much about the future, since they both fear, what will happen, when the families come into the picture again. The novella was shorter than I expected, with a long excerpt for the next book coming from the author in just a couple of weeks. But the story that was given to us, is a sweet and sensuous second chance romance, that left me rooting for a future together for the characters. ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
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Me + You
A Candy Hearts Romance By: Brenda Gayle Released January 20th, 2016 Wild Rose Press
Teacher Lori Tait has always wanted a family, but now she's 40, she’s pretty much decided all the good men are taken. Instead, she devotes herself to her students, particularly one little girl whose struggle with math seems inconsistent with an otherwise brilliant and artistic mind.
Mark Wilder hadn’t planned to become a father, but when a fling resulted in his daughter, Grace, he whole-heartedly embraced the role. Raised in a family of boys, what does he know about women and girls? Once he learns of Grace’s inability to comprehend basic math, he welcomes the role of tutor as a way to connect with his daughter; the opportunity to spend time with her sexy teacher is an added bonus. When Lori cracks the mystery of Grace’s problem Mark’s world is thrown into turmoil; he’s the last person who can help his daughter. He pushes everyone away, confirming Lori’s theory about men. Grace, however, has other plans. Using her new-found understanding of math, she sets out to prove to her father and teacher that, together, they add up to the perfect match.
A cute, sweet novella, packed with parenting issues and romance.
I liked that the characters are in their forties, they are easy to relate to, and ponder questions that many of us have, at one time or another. Lori can hear her biological clock ticking, and is considering her option to ever be a mother. She loves to teach, she is great in it, has a great contact with the children, but she desires to have her own child, to be a mother. Mark is struggling to be a dad, or not really, he is a great dad, kind, supportive and understanding, he just feels like he doesn't measure up, that he is needed in his child's life, and is feeling miserable. I was surprised his strong emotional reactions to everything, especially him being color blind, got an extreme reaction. I found the color world fascinating, very interesting concept, that I have heard of before, but never with children. A charming little story, likable characters, interesting issues, precious kids, and dainty romance ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
...if I wait much longer I will be too old to be accepted into an IVF program.”
“I could give you one of my kids on a rotating basis.” Sharon grinned. “You could take a different one every week. Heck, I’d even throw in Tom for a week, he’s almost as bad as the young ones.” “I’m serious!” “I know.” Sharon sobered. “But raising a child isn’t easy, especially if you have to do it on your own. For all I rag on Tom about being a big kid, I couldn’t manage without him.” “Lots of women do it,” Lori said stubbornly. “True,” Sharon conceded. She took a sip of her drink and then seriously observed Lori over the rim of her cup. “Okay.” She put the cup down on the table and sat up straighter. “But if you’re determined to have a child, don’t do in vitro. Find some sexy hot stud and, at least, have the fun of doing it the old-fashioned way.” Lori gagged on a mouthful of mochaccino, trying not to spit it out with laughter. “And where do you think I will find such a specimen?” she asked when she managed to compose herself. Sharon shrugged. “What about Mr. Tall, Dark, and Yummy?” She pointed over Lori’s shoulder. Lori swiveled in her chair and found herself staring at the crotch of a poster-sized Mark Wilder exiting one of his famous purple Jeeps. She quickly raised her gaze to the familiar stubbled chin and deep brown eyes, but not before she felt the crimson rush of embarrassment flood her face. He was the only man she’d met recently that looked better than his picture. Take a Trip to the Wild Side with Sedona’s Wilder Jeep Tours, the poster proclaimed. Yessiree, if she was picking a partner on looks alone, she’d definitely take a trip to the wild side with him.
I've been a writer all my life but returned to my love of fiction after more than 20 years in the world of corporate communications--although some might argue there is plenty of opportunity for fiction-writing there, too. I have a Master's degree in journalism and an undergraduate degree in psychology. A fan of many genres, I am drawn to contemporary romance and enjoy creating deeply emotional stories with elements of mystery and suspense.
I live in eastern Ontario with my wonderful husband, two fabulous children, a rescued cat, two Siberian Huskies, and assorted aquatic wildlife. Author Links Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads
Leaving Yesterday
Laurel Falls #1 By: Zoe Dawson Releasing February 9, 2016 Loveswept
If you love Susan Mallery, Kristan Higgins, or Rachel Gibson, don’t miss the start of this captivating small-town romance series! Laurel Falls, Montana, features spectacular mountain scenery—but it takes a rugged cowboy to convince one woman to slow down and enjoy the view.
Rafferty Hamilton doesn’t plan on putting down roots anytime soon. With her divorce final, the hotel heiress has left Manhattan behind to scout new locations for her family’s chain of resorts. Which is why it’s so frustrating to be stranded in Laurel Falls while a good-looking, slow-talking, Stetson-wearing mechanic takes his sweet time with her overheated coupe. A decorated vet who paid his dues in Afghanistan, Trace Black can fix anything with an engine and get it revving—even Rafferty’s ridiculous sports car. He’s couldn’t say the same for the knockout driver, who looks like she’s never gripped a gear shaft in her life. Women like Rafferty don’t usually stick around in Laurel Falls, but Trace finds himself showing her everything his hometown has to offer before she cruises on down the road. As the days pass, Rafferty finds herself charmed by the pace of life and the openhearted warmth of the residents. She’s even tempted to trust again—and it’s all thanks to Trace. He’s not the kind of guy she’s used to falling for, but he just might be the man she needs.
“Trace!”
His sister Cadence’s voice carried all the way out to the garage bay where Trace Black was currently installing a new muffler. He rolled himself out from under the car and rose, grabbing a clean rag and wiping his hands. He headed to the ranch house that was to the back and side of Black’s Garage, their family business. Situated on a tree-lined street with other houses, some looking a bit worse for wear and some empty and foreclosed, the worn-clapboard green house with the covered front porch was in pretty good shape. Trace and Reese handled most of the upkeep, the original wood floors and woodwork intact and refinished. The garage in the back filled with car parts and a couple of vintage cars lying unfinished since their father’s death. Black’s Garage was now really his business, although he supported his sister with the income. Trace liked working with his hands. When he hadn’t been killing insurgents in the desert, he had been fixing the engines of the Humvees his unit traveled in. His skills had kept his platoon mobile, and when they were mobile, they were just a tiny bit safer. He looked at his watch and was surprised to find how early it still was. He was usually up at six in the morning—old marine habits were hard to break. The military taught him that sleep was optional. But Harley, his younger brother, was restless ever since he got home from the VA hospital, so he’d been up and down throughout the night, giving up on sleep at about four that morning. Trace entered through the back door, where his brother Reese was in the kitchen making his breakfast. He shot his older brother a withering look. “Can’t you—” Reese held up his hands with a knife slathered in peanut butter in one and a slice of toast in the other. “This involves teenage angst and girly things.” “Aw, kee-rist, and you’re leaving it to me?” “Trace!” “I’m in the kitchen.” He managed not to bellow, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you keep your voice down?” he said when she came into the kitchen still in her PJs. “Harley is probably still sleeping.” “He’s probably not now,” Reese said, arching a brow at his brother. He was fully shaved and dressed in a blue polo shirt and a pair of jeans, brown-tooled Western boots on his feet. Reese did like his boots fancy. His tall, muscled brother was a veteran firefighter in Kalispell, about thirty minutes away from Laurel Falls, but was currently off shift. “You, big brother, are being such a big help.” Actually, Reese was a big help. Ever since their flaky mom had left—twice—Trace and Reese had taken responsibility for household chores and their younger brother and sister. That responsibility increased even more once their dad hit the bottle after the loss of his wife. Trace had been ten when his mother left the first time and his dad went after her. She came back, seemed to settle down, got pregnant with Cadie, and then disappeared when Cadie was only two. This time for good. He had no idea where she was. Reese shrugged. “What is it, Cadie?” Trace cocked his hip at his sister’s my-teenaged-problem-is-now-your-problem look. “Have you seen my mango bra and panty set?” He cut a look to Reese, but he quickly looked down and finished slathering his toast with peanut butter. Trace rubbed at his tired eyes and ran both hands through his hair. “Why would I know where that is?” “You did the wash. It was in the last load.” She shot at him like an accusation. Like a mango bra and panty set could be stolen and sold on the black unmentionables market. He tried to remember the wash and the clothes that were part of the loads he’d done, but it all blurred together. “Does it have black lace on it?” “No,” she said with a long-suffering teenaged sigh. “That is my orange set.” “Wait. What is the difference between mango and orange?” he said, winning him another contemptuous look. “Well, for one thing they’re different fruits,” Reese piped up. Trace gave his brother his best sergeant-I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass glare, but Reese just smirked. “Trace, really. Mango is much lighter than orange,” Cadie said as if he were the village idiot. “Yeah, Trace, any moron would know that.” Reese nudged him as he walked past toward the counter and settled on one of the stools. “Shut up,” Trace said, giving his brother a nudge back, then turning his attention back to Cadie. “Can’t you wear some other . . . ah . . . set?” Her chin lifted and her eyes squinted. “No. I can’t,” she said, placing her hands on the counter. “I have cheerleader practice and I can’t wear a different set.” Somehow that was supposed to make sense to him. “Cadie.” He stepped to the island, his lips pinching together. He set his hands down on the counter, too, his fingers tapping. Speaking through his clenched teeth, he said, “You are going to be late for school.” He gestured with his thumb. “Now, get your butt in your room and get dressed.” Cadie’s face set into a determined mask. She marched up to Trace and thrust out her chin. “It’s the only bra I have that holds—” “For the love of God, do not finish that sentence. My ears will bleed.” He walked away, his shoulders hunched, cringing.
Zoe Dawson had always dreamed of becoming a full-time romance writer, and with determination, persistence, and a little luck that wish came true. Her other passions include traveling the world, owning a beach house (she believes she was a mermaid in another life), and seeing her books in movies. When she’s not writing, she’s painting or killing virtual MMORPG monsters in World of Warcraft. She lives in North Carolina with her two grown children and one small, furry gray cat.
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Call Me, Maybe
By: Ellie Cahill Releasing February 9, 2016 Loveswept
“Ellie Cahill is definitely one to watch!” raves bestselling author Cora Carmack, and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways proves it once again.
Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with herphone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it. Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
“What the hell?”
Honor looked over. “What’s wrong?” “My phone is going completely nuts. It sent me a whole bunch of text messages from myself. Look at this.” Was it possible to get a virus or a worm on a phone? And when had it happened? I held it out. Honor squinted at it, then looked up at me, eyes going wide. “Oh shit.” “What?” “That’s not your phone.” “What!” I pulled the screen back to look at it myself. Below my number the content of the messages was only partially visible, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. +1 (847) 555-2015 YOU HAVE MY PHONE! PLEASE COME BACK TO . . . +1 (847) 555-2015 WHO IS THIS? I HAVE YOUR PHONE . . . Oh. Fuck. I thumbed the lock open and had to search frantically for the messages app. It wasn’t where I kept mine on the screen. When I found it, it had the number 15 in a little red circle. The phone app showed another red circle, this one with the number 6. Oh double fuck. I said it out loud. “This is definitely not my phone.” “I already said that. So whose is it?” I scrolled through the increasingly frantic messages from my number. Whoever had my phone didn’t give a name. I tapped into the phone app and selected my number. Tension drew me up high in my seat, stomach flopping like a fish, and all traces of drowsiness gone. Ring. No no no no no no no, this could not be happening to me. Ring. Honor must have grabbed the wrong phone at the airport! Ring. Who the hell had my phone? Ring. God, it could have been anywhere. It could have been on its way to Katmandu by now! The sound of my own voice startled me. “Hi, you’ve reached Clementine. Please leave a message.” As the automated voice gave me my options at the end, I realized I had no idea what to say. But it was too late to think about that now. Beep. “Um, hi. I’m the person who has your phone. I am so sorry. I don’t know how this happened, um . . . I’m, um . . . please call me so we can figure out what to do.” When I disconnected, I shot Honor a look of death. “You took the wrong phone!” “It was the only one there!” he protested. “Obviously not.” My hands curled tight around the strange phone as I fought the urge to punch him in the shoulder. “I swear to god, Clementine, it was the only one there. You left it plugged in; I grabbed it, end of story.” “Then how did this happen?” “How should I know?” Serena the flight attendant appeared in the aisle looking concerned. “Is everything all right here?” “Fine,” Honor snapped. “Don’t be a dick. It’s not her fault.” “Well, it’s not my fault,” he said. “Well, it sure as hell isn’t mine!” I said through gritted teeth then looked at Serena. Time to channel my grandmother. I gave her my best Miriam Schulman-Daly patrician smile. “Everything’s fine. Just a little problem with my phone. Thank you.” The pilot hit the brakes as we arrived at our gate and the plane filled with the metallic chatter of seatbelts releasing. Serena hurried back to the head of the plane and Honor got up quickly, like he was determined to be the first one off. I guessed he was avoiding talking about this any longer on the plane. Probably for the best. Because I was going to kill him after all. He seemed determined to stay ahead of me the whole time, using his longer legs to eat up the terminal all the way to the escalators to baggage claim. I was out of breath by the time I got on behind him, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Oh no. The longer I had to think about this, the madder I was getting. I poked my brother in the back of his head. “I swear to god, Honor, if we weren’t surrounded by witnesses—” He turned, looking sullen. “It’s possible there were two phones plugged into the outlet, okay?” “Uh, ya think?” Just then the phone started vibrating in my hand. It was a call, and it was coming from my phone. “Oh god, it’s him—her—whoever.” I didn’t even know since I hadn’t listened to the no doubt angry voicemails. The texts had been enough. Ring. Was I about to get screamed at? Ri— “Answer it!” Honor exploded. I swiped the phone to life. “H-hello?” “Hello?” A masculine voice replied and I practically jumped out of my skin. There was a fifty-fifty chance it would be a man answering, genius. “H-hi,” I stammered. “I’m the idiot who took your phone.” Probably best to approach this humbly. He sighed, making static in my ear. “Hi there. Thank you for calling.” “I’m very sorry,” I said. “Yeah, me, too.” He sounded resigned. “What are we going to do?” “Um . . .” I had no idea. What were the options, even? Probably the easiest thing to do would be for me to get a new phone, disable mine remotely, and import my number to the new phone, but that would leave this stranger with a dead phone and I’d still have his. Now theoretically, he could do the same but that presumed he could get a new phone where he was. And that he had the cash to do it. “I could FedEx it to you, I guess,” I offered. My heart quailed at the thought of trusting my precious phone to any kind of delivery service. “Meanwhile we’re both phoneless while they’re in transit.” “Right.” I followed Honor to the baggage claim area on autopilot. All my concentration was on the phone. “And that assumes that they don’t lose our packages.” “Yeah,” I said, sounding much cooler than I felt. “Not my favorite option . . .” “Mine either . . .” the voice said softly. “The thought of never seeing my phone again hurts in a way that I’m a little embarrassed to admit.” I laughed, glad to hear I wasn’t alone. Though probably for way different reasons. “Okay, so what then?” “Where do you live?” “Chicago. But I’m in California until Friday.” “You’re from Chicago?” he asked. “So am I. But I’m in Florida until Friday, too.” “So, do we wait until we’re both back and trade?” He made a soft whimpering sound. “I guess we have to.” “I promise you I’ll guard it with my life until I get back,” I said. “I’ll take good care of yours, too.”
Ellie Cahill is a freelance writer and also writes books for young adults under the name Liz Czukas.
She lives outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband, son, and the world’s loudest cat. Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads
No Exit
EXIT Inc. #2 By: Lena Diaz Releasing January 26, 2016 Avon
Lena Diaz returns to the thrilling world of EXIT Inc., with two enemies who become unlikely allies—and discover that only through love can they save each other...
As an agent of the Equalizers, Jace Atwell will risk everything to destroy EXIT Inc., the corrupt antiterrorist group, before more innocent lives are lost. The only way to infiltrate EXIT is by getting close to the CEO's beautiful daughter, but when they get a little too close, Jace finds himself falling for the woman he is duty-bound to deceive. Whatever clandestine activities EXIT is involved in, Melissa Cardenas refuses to believe that her father is responsible and is determined to prove it. So when sexy, smooth-talking Jace comes clean about his motives, Melissa drops a bombshell of her own: she's been investigating too—and she wants to help him find the truth. The chemistry between Melissa and Jace is undeniable, but their opposing views of justice make teamwork tricky. With their lives on the line—and the truth something neither of them expected—the only way to survive will be to trust their hearts and each other . . . if they can.
Take a deep breath, and sit back comfortable, because you are about to emerge in a roll-a-coaster ride, a non stop thrill ride of suspense, mystery, and murder.
Wow, this story starts with the guns blazing, high intensity, and goes into the deep secrets of EXIT from the page one. It was impossible to put off my hands. The action is constant, the twists in the plot, the little pieces of the puzzle of the mystery recovered, the murders, and attempts to kill, all requires your attention. The events of the book one, are so cleverly build into this story, that everything that happen in the book before, are clear in the memory of the reader, without boring them to tears with repetition. Also, makes this book two easier to follow, for a new readers for the series. There's a lot characters, but they are manageable to keep track of, the members of the council, the watcher, whomever it is, the enforcers, the main characters, all play an important part in the revealing puzzle of information. It is mesmerising, how all the pieces fall into the place, and more about the evil actions of EXIT comes to light. Jace, the former SEAL, is honourable, trustworthy, smart, and always ready for action. He is adorable, really, with his convictions and attraction to Melissa, he won my heart easily. Melissa is a leader, she stubborn, intelligent, sassy lady. She has been lonely, worried, and fearful for a long time, and finally found a person she feels safe with, Jace. The banter between them is fun and to the point, they work well as a team, and respect each other, even learn to trust each other as time goes by. The romance takes a backseat to the action in the story, but there's no doubt about the connection, attraction, and feelings growing on between Jace and Melissa, and they are genuine. Riveting action, breathtaking battles to stay alive, and enchanting romance on the side between charming characters - all the trademarks of excellent romantic suspense! ~ Five Spoons
But before dealing with his out-of-control partner, he had to give a long overdue situation report to the kid that Mason Hunt had left in charge of their headquarters while the rest of the Equalizers were out of town on other missions—the most recent addition to the team, Devlin Buchanan’s baby brother, Austin.
Having never been to the Equalizer’s headquarters, even though he knew where it was, Jace had yet to meet Austin in person. And he knew very little about him except that he’d recently gotten out of rehab. For what, Jace had no idea. What he did know was that every time he’d spoken to Austin on the phone, he came away with a sour taste in his mouth. The twentysomething-year-old kid had a prickly attitude that rubbed Jace every way but right. He braced himself for another unpleasant conversation and set his phone in the console on speaker mode. “This is Jace, calling in the sitrep.” “It’s about damn time,” Austin’s gravelly voice bit through the phone. “What’d you do, take a side trip down the Colorado River? You should have called an hour ago.” “Where’s Ramsey?” Jace was determined not to rise to the bait. “Wasting my time and making me wait, just like you. He hasn’t bothered to report in.” Probably because he didn’t like Austin any more than Jace did. Or maybe because he didn’t want to admit he’d screwed up. “I imagine Ramsey’s reluctant to face us after his showboating. And he got way too serious with his role as bad guy, waving a gun around and shooting at me. He risked being recognized when he got out of the van, and now my classic muscle car looks like Swiss cheese.” “Hold it. What are you blathering about? Ramsey got out of the van? And shot at you?” Blathering? Was this kid a jerk to everyone, or did he pull out the special treatment just for Jace? “That’s what I said. It’s only through luck and the grace of God that no one got hurt.” The sound of typing echoed through the phone. “Yadda, yadda. Whatever. Back it up. Tell me exactly what happened. And make it quick.” “Are you always a jackass, or is this a side effect of your stint in rehab?” So much for not letting the kid get to him. “Bite me, Atwell. Tell me what I need to know.” Jace reined in his temper and answered Austin’s questions. “In spite of Ramsey’s escapades, everything worked out, even better than hoped. I’m supposed to report to EXIT Inc. tomorrow morning to see about at me. He risked being recognized when he got out of the van, and now my classic muscle car looks like Swiss cheese.” “Hold it. What are you blathering about? Ramsey got out of the van? And shot at you?” Blathering? Was this kid a jerk to everyone, or did he pull out the special treatment just for Jace? “That’s what I said. It’s only through luck and the grace of God that no one got hurt.” The sound of typing echoed through the phone. “Yadda, yadda. Whatever. Back it up. Tell me exactly what happened. And make it quick.” “Are you always a jackass, or is this a side effect of your stint in rehab?” So much for not letting the kid get to him. “Bite me, Atwell. Tell me what I need to know.” Jace reined in his temper and answered Austin’s questions. “In spite of Ramsey’s escapades, everything worked out, even better than hoped. I’m supposed to report to EXIT Inc. tomorrow morning to see about a job. Looks like I’ll be the inside mole for the next few days, or weeks, or however long it takes to bring EXIT down.” “Time-out, genius. Something isn’t right. Ramsey’s not the type to do what you said he did. He wouldn’t go off half-cocked.” Jace sat up straighter, his irritation forgotten in lieu of the alarms that were starting to go off in his head. “I’ve only known him for a few months, so I can’t predict his behavior. How long have you known him?” “Long enough. Plus I’ve got detailed files on all of the Equalizers. And I’m telling you this doesn’t fit his profile. Are you sure he’s the guy you saw?” A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of Jace’s stomach. He checked his mirrors and pulled to the shoulder of the road. Then he tried to picture Ramsey, superimposing him over the image of the gunman. At first blush, they matched up: about six feet tall, muscular build, Caucasian—something he was certain of because the gunman hadn’t worn gloves. And there was nothing remotely female about those hands or the person who owned them, so he discarded the possibility that the person underneath that ski mask could be a woman. But had the gunman been standing up straight? Or had he hunched down against the cold? If so, he could be even taller than six feet, opening up more possibilities about his identity. But if the gunman wasn’t Ramsey, who was he? And where was Ramsey?
Originally from Kentucky, romantic suspense author Lena Diaz also lived in California and Louisiana before settling in Northeast Florida with her husband, two children, and a Shetland Sheepdog named Sparky. A Romance Writers of America Golden Heart® finalist, she's won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense and has been a finalist for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. She loves to watch action movies, garden, and hike in the beautiful Tennessee Smoky Mountains.
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No Possessions, No Memories, Not Even a Name!
The wounded stranger found on Jessica O'Malley's property has no idea who he is. And Jessica would be foolish to trust him after being proven so wrong about a former suitor who turned out to be a criminal. But Jessica's wariness toward the newcomer is soon turning to interest…and hope. Until he knows his true identity, "Grant" can't make a life in this quaint Tennessee town. He certainly shouldn't be thinking so much about the feisty redhead with beautiful, guarded eyes. But even as he fights to keep a distance from Jessica, his feelings for her grow. And he can't help but wonder if he'll want to return to his old life when his past is revealed. Smoky Mountain Matches: Dreams of home and family come true in the Smoky Mountains
A story filled with drama and puzzles, mystery, and faith that carries through all the struggles and the unknown.
The amnesia Grant is suffering from, brought both worry and humor into the tale. When a wounded stranger shows up to your door, it is with a weary mind and distress Jessica opens her home to him. I enjoyed the few joyful moments, when they are coming up with the stories what could be Grant's past. But the constant worry of the reality, the fragile balance they were holding on to, that he could be a good guy, as well as bad, keeps the worry at the front and center. Jessica has her own troubles, from her past relationship, that she still struggles with. The guilt and shame eating her up inside out. While Grant is healing, they work side by side on the farm, getting to know each other, learning to trust each other. He obviously good character becomes clear to everyone. The author paints a lovely picture of the everyday life in the little mountain town, the people, the families form a tight unit, supporting, guarding, and protecting each other. The story is not just an adorable, love story, but a great reminder that faith does carry us in the dark moments of our lives, and that God sees us, takes care of us, and has a plan for each one of us. A touching story, filled with appealing characters, charming small town living, and love in many forms ~ Four Spoons
In the second book of The Coltons of Texas series, a brooding cowboy tracks the stalker after his true love—and unborn child
With an imprisoned serial killer for a father, rancher Ethan Colton never planned on continuing the tainted family name. But six months after a night of passion with a woman from his past, Ethan discovers he's about to be a dad. Beautiful, independent Lizzie Conner turns up at his Texas ranch expecting nothing but protection from the guarded cowboy. A stalker is fast on her trail, leaving creepy gifts and notes threatening her and the baby. Now all that matters to Ethan is keeping his unexpected family safe—and out of a killer's clutches.
What a great story! This is one of those books, that once you start it is very hard to put down, until you finish it, and then you wish it would continue on, because you feel attached to the characters, and you want to hang around them. Thankfully, this is book two in a new series, so there's more opportunity for that.
I adored Ethan and Lizzie together, they had the chemistry, the attraction is palpable, and when they are in close proximity to each other, they just melt, become one, always standing together against the threat, danger, and malice of the world. And they talk, they talk about the hard things, the difficult topics, about life, the choices they made, the memories they share, they talk to each other, you know, like normal people do. And they don't always agree, they argue, they even fight couple times. But they are willing to admit their weaknesses, they admit when they are wrong, or are acting like a jerk, they take a stock, stand back, and adjust as needed. You really see how they grow even closer together, and how they grow as parents to be, as a couple, as people. And while all this is going on, the story doesn't lack suspense, fear, danger, action, even murder. The story is built so well, that the multiple layers of threat and danger exists at the same time as the romance is developing. It is intense, the jeopardy is constant, and the instability is growing. The siblings, the Coltons, have had a hard life, with their mother dead, by their serial killer father, and Josie, the youngest of them missing, my heart went out for them. But they have all managed to build a good life, a life to be admired, they are solid, hard working people, who support each other, and stand together, no matter how hard it is at times, and how much they annoy each other every now and then. Oh yes, the Coltons has won my heart, and I will look forward to get to know them better as the year folds out, and more books come out in the series. ~ Five Spoons
Running Wild
A Second Shot Novella By: Sara Jane Stone Releasing February 2, 2016 Avon Impulse
She’s always been off limits . . .
Noah Tager has always played by the rules and proudly wears the label ‘Local Hero.’ But before he leaves to become one of The Few, The Proud, The Marines, he wants to turn his fantasies into reality with the one woman who has always been off limits. He’s always been a challenge… When it comes to her less-than-stellar reputation, Josie Fairmore is ready and willing to cross over into nothing-left-to-lose territory, if it leads to an all-night ride with the man of her X-rated dreams. With her big brother leaving in the morning to ‘Be All He Can Be’ in the Army, Dominic will never find out about her fling with his best friend Noah. But one wild ride together doesn’t change the fact that Noah’s leaving in the morning—and he’s taking Josie’s heart with him.
One more night. You have one more chance before everything changes.
“I’m going to kiss you.” Not wanting to let go of her or the strap, he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck. He touched her skin, one brief, soft tease. “Here.” “On the bull,” she said as she leaned into him and wiggled her hips. No way in hell she missed how much I want her. The bull’s head dropped and he pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing, licking, exploring . .
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream-writing romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. Join Sara Jane’s newsletter to receive new release information, news about contests, giveaways, and more! To subscribe, visit www.sarajanestone.com and look for her newsletter entry form.
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"WE HAVE YOUR SISTER."
Liz Cantrell is terrified when she receives a call from a man holding her newlywed sister captive - and she's convinced her sketchy brother-in-law's involved. Willing to pay any price for her sister's freedom, Liz flies to Niagara Falls with the ransom: an uncut diamond necklace worth millions. But the moment she lands, a handsome, world-weary Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent takes her into custody. Blake Fallon's determined to catch a ruthless diamond smuggler - and the pretty antiques dealer trying to save her sister could be just the break his case needs. But as they team up to rescue Liz's sister and trap the criminal mastermind, a desperate stand-off will threaten everything they hold precious - including their lives. Northern Border Patrol: Keeping the US-Canada border safe.
I loved this story, it has a perfect balance between the suspense, action, faith, and romance. It kept me on my toes when the action was high, and I enjoyed immensely, that there were time and place, in the story, for the affection, attraction, and love to grow.
I have enjoyed the previous books in the border patrol series, as well, so my expectations were high, and the author delivered! The criminal case, the action, tension accumulating, fear and danger for their lives all had a perfect timing. The many twists in the plot kept the intensity high, and the danger alive. Blake and Liz had the attraction and affection for each other, yes, but they, or him, fought against it harder than most. For the author to give the time the characters needed, for the emotions to develop, and deepen, made the romance so much more powerful, profound. Like in all Love Inspired books, the characters' faith in God plays a center part in the story. The moments when Blake and Liz were talking about their faith, their beliefs, and life is memorable, very tuned-in to the situation and to the story, to life in general. Lots of surprises, unexpected turns in the plot, adorable romance that made me sigh, this story captured my mind from the page one, and kept the hold until the end. ~ Five Spoons
Found: one baby…and the boss's future bride?
Tiny and helpless—the abandoned newborn that venture capitalist Marcus Warren finds during a morning run takes him by surprise. So does the sudden longing for his capable assistant, Liberty Reese, who reveals her tender side with the baby. But Liberty must resist her gorgeous boss's advances. Her secrets could destroy his trust, her career and the chance to care for the foster child they are both coming to love. Even so, she can't deny the heat between them—or the fear that her past will end their chance to create a forever family.
The one line review would be - it surely was different. And that it is, in a positive way different. The billionaire stories are not normally my thing, so I was hesitant with this story, but I am glad I read it.
Marcus is a different kind of billionaire, from many other stories. He was born into the money, from both sides of his family, and then made even more on his own. He comes off as a confident and bold person, but he seems to be run by his parents. Parents that are not that pleasant, especially his mother, but his biggest battle in life is to try to avoid them, trying to do his own thing, and not following his mother's iron fist. And just when I thought he managed to achieve that, do something he wanted, only for him, not to any other reasons, plot twist! Liberty is also trying to reinvent herself, after her disaster of a mother. They had that in common, at least! But she went even further, completely hiding her past, her mother's criminal past, even her race, and Marcus thought she was the only one he could really trust. Marcus and Liberty are fun together, they have a connection, and the special kind of equality between them, that is rare, especially in their position. The attraction between them was undeniable, the deeper feelings a bit more questionable at such fast pace. The story is thought provoking, made me think about the power we give to other people in our lives, and how we let them influence our thoughts and actions, or don't let them, in some cases. A delightful and lovely story, where past tries to steer the future, where characters have to go deep, to find what they really want out of their lives, and where little baby changes everything.. ~ Four Spoons
Into The Fury
BOSS, Inc. #1 By: Kat Martin Releasing January 26, 2016 Zebra
A bodyguard, a bounty hunter, a P.I. -- the men of Brodie Operations Security Service, Inc. are down for the job. . .
Sinners, whores, and sluts beware--your time is at hand: a faceless menace is threatening lingerie models on a cross country tour, and Ethan Brodie is there to defend and protect. Ethan's learned the hard way that beauty is no substitute for character. So even though Valentine Hart is one of the most breathtaking women he's ever seen, he's keeping his hands off and his eyes open. Or that's what he tells himself. Then one of the models is murdered, and the closer Ethan gets to the answers, the closer he finds himself to Valentine--and the hotter the pressure feels. There's more to Val--more to the other girls--than he could have guessed. But one is keeping a secret that could kill them all.
A fascinating, new spin-off series from Kat Martin, promising fast action, intense suspense, and burning-hot romance.
It is easy to be immersed into a story, when it flows smoothly, had charismatic, likable cast of characters, and events that are interesting, filled with danger, steamy passion, and feelings that can't be fought off. The cast of characters is large, and at times it felt maybe a little too many people were introduced, with details not necessarily needed for the story. Also, there's a secondary romance going with another bodyguard, Dirk, and another model. I understand their story will be next in the series. This is just my preference, but I thought Meg and Dirk took some of the attention away from Val and Ethan. I missed the intensity from the author's previous books. I felt maybe this story was spread out too much, with multiple of characters. But the suspense was built well, keeping guessing the who and why until the very end. Until the second half of the story, the action happens somewhere else, giving time to get to know the characters, and get inside to the tale. Ethan and Val have an immediate attraction to each other. They do their best to fight it, not only, because it is in their contract not to have relations within the staff, but the danger of Ethan's job worries Val, and Ethan is burned out on women, after the way his daughter's mother has been acting for years. Hannah, the daughter is adorable, and completely steals the hearts of readers. The romance is built up well, with time, and the connection between Val and Ethan is obvious. Exciting new series to be followed, with appealing characters, alluring romance, and fierce action, the entertainment is guaranteed. ~ Four Spoons
“Beau Desmond, meet Ethan Brodie,” Carlyle said. “The guy with the ’stache is Dirk Reynolds.”
Desmond reached out a hand and Ethan and Dirk both shook. “Ethan’s heading up the additional security team we’ve hired. He’s also a PI, so he’ll be doing some digging, trying to find out who sent those notes.” “Long as he keeps his nose out of my business he can do whatever he wants,” Desmond said. One of Ethan’s eyebrows went up. So it was going to be a pissing contest. Who’s the toughest, who’s the best at his job. He’d been afraid of that when he’d spotted the earrings. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your way,” Ethan said diplomatically. He was there to do a job. He’d do it with or without Beau Desmond. “Make sure you do,” Beau said, determined to get the last word. Carlyle made no comment, but clearly he had picked up on Desmond’s belligerent attitude. As they walked away, Dirk was grinning in anticipation. He loved nothing better than making a dickhead look like a fool. “Beau’s good at his job,” Carlyle said. “Be helpful if you kept that in mind.” “Oh, I will,” Ethan said. Dirk wisely made no comment. Leaving Beau Desmond behind, Carlyle led them into a room where four men stood drinking coffee. They each wore jeans and a black T-shirt with a white La Belle logo on the front left corner, the symbol for male and female, a round circle with a cross at the bottom and an arrow off the circle at the top. The shirts made them easily identifiable as La Belle security. He and Dirk had been given a stack when they’d walked in that morning and each was wearing one now. Carlyle made the introductions. “Listen up, you men. The guy on my right is Ethan Brodie. He’s heading up additional security for the show. That means the four of you. The guy next to him is Dirk Reynolds. They’re both professionals. They know what they’re doing, so listen and do what they say.” The men introduced themselves one at a time. They all had some security experience, not much. A sandy-haired, thirty-something parking lot guard named Sandowski, a tall beanpole of a guy named Walt Wizzy who had worked for Walmart. A Hispanic named Pete Hernandez who was built like a brick house but stood only about five foot six and, by the jut of his chin, probably had a little-man’s complex. Ethan figured if there was trouble in the group, Hernandez would be it. A black guy named Joe Posey was an ex-cop, but he was older and out of shape. The men were hardly first string, but Ethan figured unless something really bad went down, they would do just fine. He gave the guys a brief rundown of what he expected them to do. “Your job is to keep people out of the theater who aren’t supposed to be here. With this many women around, there’s bound to be a handful of smart-asses who think they’re God’s gift. Handle them pleasantly but firmly. Whatever bullshit story they come up with, don’t let them anywhere near the models. You get in over your head with one or more of them, use your radio to call for backup. Questions?” No one spoke. “The second part of your job is to keep an eye out for anyone or anything that looks suspicious. Someone who has ill intent, no matter what it might be. Report anything out of the ordinary directly to me or Dirk, and don’t be afraid to say something, even if it seems insignificant. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.” Joe Posey raised a dark hand. “I heard a rumor someone sent threatening notes to some of the models. That true?” It was, but Carlyle didn’t want the media getting their hands on the information, turning the show into some kind of circus. “These women model lingerie,” Ethan said. “They get all kinds of mail, some good, some not so good. Carlyle has his own men escorting the ladies to and from the theater, so you don’t have to worry about that.” He ended by filling them in on what Carlyle had told him. “Rehearsals the rest of the week. They start at eight in the morning, go till they’re finished. We’re here before they get here until after they leave. The show is on Saturday night, then we travel. You all understand we’ll be spending some time on the road, right?” The men rumbled an affirmative. “One last thing: Keep your hands off the girls. No fraternizing, no hassling the women. Stick to that rule and we’ll get along just fine. Break that rule—you’re fired.” They had all been warned, but it didn’t hurt to repeat the warning. “Now, I’d like you to spend some time getting familiar with the theater. You need to find all the nooks and crannies, places some joker could hide. Take your time and make it thorough.” It was a task he and Dirk would be performing, too, as soon as Carlyle was finished with them. The group of men broke up and headed out the door. Ethan turned to Carlyle, who had been standing quietly to one side. “What’s next?” “Now I introduce you to our ten top models. There are thirty in all, but these are the stars of the show, the ones who got notes like the one I showed you. These are the women I’d like you to focus on.” Carlyle led them out of the room, back to the rear of the stage, where all thirty models were lined up, ready to start rehearsing. “There are five segments to the show,” Carlyle explained. “Countries of the World, Nashville, Devil-Angel, Winter Wonderland, and Diamond Jubilee. There’s a wrap with the entire cast, then we’re finished. Each of the women makes at least two costumes changes. They’re working on the World segment now. Follow me.” Ethan and Dirk followed Carlyle toward the group of women standing in a semicircle, taking direction from the choreographer of the show, who stood in front of them. “That’s Daniel Clemens. He can be a little pissy, but he’s damn good at his job. We couldn’t do the show without him.” For rehearsal, most of the women were wearing black leggings under a collection of very short skirts, cutoff jeans, long T-shirts, and cutoff sweatshirts. “For the next few days they’ll be working on their routines. There’s a full dress rehearsal the day before the show. That’ll include final costume fittings, live orchestra, everything.” Ethan’s gaze ran over the women. At least for the moment, they were decently covered. Their casual dress didn’t change the fact that each woman was incredibly beautiful, their faces right out of a magazine. Carlyle roll-called ten names and the women came forward. A couple of redheads, five blondes, two brunettes, and an ebony-skinned beauty with amazing cheekbones and long jet-black hair. Ethan flicked a glance at Dirk, who carefully kept his eyes straight ahead. “Ladies, these men will be working as additional security while we’re on tour. Ethan Brodie is the big guy on the right. Dirk Reynolds is the guy with the ’stache.” Carlyle smiled. “Do me a favor and cut them some slack. They have a job to do, same as you. It’s easier if they don’t have to contend with naughty smiles and flirty remarks.” The women chuckled good-naturedly. “Introduce yourselves. First names are enough. Start at the far end and work this way.” A redhead stepped forward. “I’m Caralee,” she said with a soft Southern drawl. “I am Katerina.” A beautiful, smiling blonde with a hint of Russia in her voice. As the women each spoke their names, Ethan mentally attached the name to a face, knew Dirk would be doing the same. The redheads were Caralee and Megan. The blondes were Heather; Katerina, the Russian; Delilah, with very high cheekbones; Ursula—either German or Austrian; and Valentine. The brunettes were Isabel, a young Sophia Loren lookalike; and Carmen, a pretty, dark-eyed Latina. The exotic ebony-skinned woman was Amarika. From Africa, maybe.He couldn’t be sure. He let his gaze travel over the women a final time, paused for a moment on the one who called herself Valentine. He liked blondes, always had. All five of them had gleaming long blond hair, some straight, some wavy. Valentine’s was the color of honey. It curled softly down her back and swung around her shoulders. She was maybe five nine, about an inch shorter than the redhead named Megan, who stood beside her. Most of the girls were around five ten; a couple, including Amarika, appeared to be at least six feet. All of them wore strappy high heels that pushed them up another five or six inches. In a room full of gorgeous women, it took a helluva lot to stand out. He heard throaty laughter, realized it came from redheaded Megan. Next to her, the blonde flashed a grin, and a stunning pair of dimples popped out. He’d remember that one now, Valentine. Sounded more like a stripper than a classy underwear model, but hey, what did he know?
Kat Martin is the author of twenty-one Historical and Contemporary Romance novels. She tackles many different aspects of her genre with settings ranging from the rugged West to the Antebellum South, Regency, Georgian, and Medieval England. Not one to shy away from change, she also tackles Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels which involve the paranormal. Some of her titles include Nothing But Velvet, Sweet Vengeance, and Dangerous Passions. These works have won a bevy of awards including a recent Romantic Times Magazine nomination for Best Historical Romance of 1998 for her latest release, Wicked Promise. She is also published in, among others, Germany, Norway, Sweden, China, Russia, and Spain.
Before starting her writing career in 1985, Kat was a real estate broker. During that time, she met her husband, Larry Jay Martin, also a Kensington author. After double majoring in Anthropology and History at the University of California at Santa Barbara, she found herself incredibly interested in the past. In fact, she and Larry often do research in the areas where their books take place. She remarks, "We like to stay in out-of-the-way inns and houses built in times past. It's fun and it gives a wonderful sense of a bygone era." In May, Kat will release her next Historical Romance, Night Secrets. Following that is an upcoming Zebra release, a Contemporary Romantic Suspense entitled The Silent Rose, which will be out in August. "It's a ghostly tale of romance and intrigue that was based on a real life incident," says Kat. "It's a little bit scary, a whole lot sexy, and hopefully lots of fun to read." Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads
Two babies in jeopardy…two powerful stories in one!
When an unhinged cult leader escapes custody, he'll stop at nothing to get to two innocent babies…and the foster mothers who stand in his way. GUARDING EVE by Beth Cornelison Lila Green goes from foster mom to bodyguard when a storm traps her and six-month-old Eve in a remote mountain cabin with a killer on their heels. Can her neighbor, wounded veteran Dean Hamilton, help them survive? CLAIMING CALEB by Karen Whiddon Michelle Morgan must protect her newborn nephew, Caleb—and even work with her ex-fiancé. FBI agent Garrett Ware never wanted children, but now he'll sacrifice everything for this baby…and this woman.
Interesting two in one concept in this book, the prologue is for both of the stories, but then the hunt by the cult leader for the babies, is divided in two, giving you two novellas, instead of one full story.
Both stories are second chance romance, with a considerate time in between since the characters saw each other the last time. They are not only trying to protect the babies from the cult leader wanting to kill them, the old feelings that bubble up to the surface again, and the force of nature, as the ice storm turns into a blizzard. Both stories have all the elements of being outstanding, the intensity coming from all sides of the tale, the enemy, the nature, and the attraction and passion for each other, as well as take care of a little baby. It's not easy to pull off very developed characters in a novella length of a story, or develop a meaningful relationship. I'm glad for the epilogue in a second story, giving it more of a closure. I think both of the stories were good, they had tension, fear, action, and fight. The nature's menace was fierce, staying alive was a challenge. The feelings the couples have for each other are simmering, the past misconceptions and hurt putting some roadblocks on the way. Both of the stories deliver an interesting tale, a quick read, cute babies, and a horrendous villain ~ Four Spoons Books & Spoons Release Blast with Tasty Book Tours HIS PREGNANT PRINCESS BRIDE by Catherine Mann2/2/2016
His Pregnant Princess Bride
Bayou Billionaires #1 By: Catherine Mann Releasing February 1st, 2016 (Digital) Releasing February 9th, 2016 (Print) Harlequin Desire
A princess and a Southern billionaire are expecting twins! Only from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann!
His focus is on his family's football dynasty. Louisiana billionaire Gervais Reynaud has no time for romance. But he can't say no to a tryst with Erika Mitras. True, she's a princess, but in no way prim…or proper. Their time together is unbelievable…and all too short. When Erika said goodbye, she meant it. But now she must tell Gervais the truth. He's about to be a father…to royal twins. After leaving her overbearing family, Erika wants nothing from Gervais. But the tempting tycoon just may charm her into a future she desires all too much
His dark eyes heated her with memories as he strode toward her. His long legs ate the ground in giant slices, his khakis and sports jacket declaring him in the middle of a work day. He stopped in front of her, his broad shoulders blocking the sun and casting his handsome face in shadows. But she didn’t have to see to know his jaw would be peppered with the stubble that seemed to grow in seconds after he shaved. Her fingers – her body – remembered the texture of that rasp well.
Her breath caught somewhere in her chest. He folded his arms over his chest, just under the Hurricanes logo stitched on the front of his jacket. “Welcome to the States, Erika. No one mentioned your intention to visit. I thought you don’t like sports.” “And yet, here I am.” And in need of privacy out of the bright Louisiana sun and the even brighter curious eyes of his team and staff. She needed space and courage to tell him why she’d made this unexpected journey across the Atlantic to this muggy bayou state. “This is not an official royal visit.” “And you’re not in uniform.” His eyes glided over her wrap around dress. “I’m out of the service now.” About to return to school to be a nurse, the career field she’d hoped to pursue in the military but they would not allow her such an in-the-field position, instead preferring to dress her up and trot her around as a figure-head translator. “I am here for a conference on homeopathic herbs and scents.” A part of her passion in the nursing field, and a totally made up excuse for being here today. “Are you here to share specially scented deodorant to my players? Because they could certainly use it.” His mouth tipped with a smile. “Are you interested in such a line?” Still jet-lagged from the transatlantic flight, she was ill-prepared to exchange pleasantries. “Is that why you are here? For business?” She could not just banter with him. She simply could not. “Please, can we go somewhere private to talk?” He searched her eyes with for a long moment before gesturing over his shoulder. “I’m in the middle of a meeting with sponsors. How about supper?” “I am not here for seduction,” she stated bluntly. “Okay.” His eye brows shot upward. “I thought I asked you to join me for gumbo, not sex. But now that we’re talking about sex--” “We are not.” She cut him short. “Finish your meeting if you must, but I need to speak with you as soon as possible. Privately. Unless you want your personal business and mine overheard by all of your team straining to listen.” She definitely was not ready for them to hear she was pregnant with the heir to the Reynaud family dynasty.
USA Today bestseller and RITA Award winning author Catherine Mann writes contemporary romance for Berkley, Harlequin, Sourcebooks and Tule. With over sixty books released in more than twenty countries, she has also celebrated six RITA finals, an RT Reviewer’s Award finalist, three Maggie Award of Excellence finals and a Bookseller’s Best win. Catherine and her flyboy husband live on the Florida coast where they brought up their 4 children – and still have 5 four-legged, furry “children” (aka pets). Catherine is an active volunteer with an animal rescue, serving on their Board of Directors and fostering over 200 puppies, ill dogs, and dogs with service/working potential.
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Against the Wall
By: Jill Sorenson Releasing February 2, 2016 Loveswept
Fans of Katie McGarry, Simone Elkeles, and Tammara Webber will love Against the Wall! As teenagers, they fell for each other despite the odds. But now that Eric and Meghan are all grown up, they’re reunited by fierce passion and dangerous secrets.
Eric Hernandez is the bad boy of every schoolgirl’s fantasies—and every mother’s nightmares. But after serving time for manslaughter, he’s ready to turn his life around. He just needs a chance to prove himself as a professional tattoo artist. The one thing that keeps him going is the memory of the innocent beauty he loved and left behind. Meghan Young’s world isn’t as perfect as it looks. The preacher’s daughter is living a lie, especially now that Eric is back. Tougher, harder, and sexier than ever, he might be the only person she can trust. But there’s no telling what he’ll do to protect her if he learns the truth, and that’s a risk Meghan won’t let him take. And yet, back in the arms of the troubled boy with the artist’s soul, Meghan can’t help surrendering to the man he’s become.
I didn’t want a party.
I’ve been out three months, living in the court-mandated halfway house in Chino Hills. I did thirty months of hard time and I’ll be on parole for another thirteen—if I stay out of trouble. Easier said than done. Today is my first day back in Chula Vista, the border town where I was born. It’s the only place I’ve ever called home. The only place I’ve ever been, besides Mexico. And prison. I’m still down for my barrio, Castle Park. I can hold my head high on these streets. I’ll probably die on these streets. I told April not to make a big deal out of my homecoming, but I can see the decorations as soon as Jenny opens the door. Pink fucking balloons, like my prison release is a baby shower. I gave birth to a violent criminal record. Congrats! Jenny is my niece, the daughter of my dead brother, Raul. She’s eight years old and cute as hell. I’ve only seen her a few times since I got locked up. April brought her to visit on my twenty-third birthday, about nine months ago. My eyes feel funny when I look at her. She doesn’t hug me or say a word. She just smiles shyly, revealing a gummy gap between her front teeth. It reminds me of Chucho, one of my cellmates. He had missing teeth and a goofy smile that lit up his tattooed face. “I’m looking for a little girl named Jenny,” I say. “She’s about this tall.” I hold my palm at my side, indicating a shorter kid. “I’m Jenny,” she says, giggling. “You can’t be! You’re too big.” She steps aside to let me in. I set my backpack by the door. I took the bus from Chino Hills to the Chula Vista transit station and walked the last six blocks to the house. April is standing a few feet away next to her husband. She’s already crying. Jee-sus. How am I supposed to hold it together when she’s falling apart? I clear my throat and focus on Jenny again. She’s wearing a green dress. Her dark, shiny hair has pink ribbons in it. She’s the spitting image of her mother. Pretty and sweet, untainted by my brother’s bad blood. I crouch down and remove a hastily wrapped present from my backpack. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” Birthdays, plural. I’d missed three of them. It’s just one of those balero cup toys, the kind with the ball on a string, but Jenny acts like it’s the best gift ever. Her delighted expression makes my eyes burn again. I have to take a deep breath to recover. “What do you say?” April prompts. “Thank you,” Jenny says, a dimple appearing in her cheek. I straighten to greet April next. Her face is rounder, her body lush in a new way. She’s wearing a flowery top that clings to her breasts but hangs like a drape over her middle. When she steps forward to embrace me, her stomach bumps into mine. “You’ve gained some weight,” I say in Spanish, a kinder language for pointing out such things. She releases me with a laugh, wiping the tears from her eyes. Then she rests a hand on the gentle slope of her belly. She’s always been beautiful. Her pregnancy accentuates her best qualities, giving her softer features and fuller breasts. Noah steps forward and slides his arm around her. His big hand covers hers, protective. He’s noticed my appraisal of his wife’s new curves, but he’s too pleased with the proof of his virility to glare at me. He’s okay, for a cop. Officer Young spoke on my behalf at the sentencing hearing. If he hadn’t, the judge might have slapped me with ten years, the maximum for manslaughter. Instead I got the minimum, minus six months. I’m lucky to be out. Lucky to be alive. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” I say to Noah. I shake his hand and pat him on the back, as if he’s accomplished this feat on his own. He laughs and April rolls her eyes at us. I’m grinning from ear to ear, happy for them both. “We’re due in August,” April says. “Boy or a girl?” “We don’t know. We want it to be a surprise.” A surprise. Like this party. In addition to pink balloons, the living room is decorated with pale blue streamers and a handmade sign that says WELCOME HOME, ERIC. But this isn’t my home, and it never will be. It’s Noah’s home, and April’s and Jenny’s. And . . . Meghan’s. I realize that I’m searching the background for her. My smile slips and my chest tightens with unease. Meghan won’t be happy to see me. The last time I saw her, when she’d visited the jail where I was processed, I said a lot of nasty things to her. I said she was an easy lay, that I’d had better, that I didn’t care about her. Lies. Noah doesn’t seem mad at me for disrespecting his little sister, so I’m assuming she didn’t share the details of our breakup. Or maybe he’s so high on baby-making with his hot wife that he can’t be brought down. They look great together, like a perfect family from a TV show. Except that April and Jenny are of Mexican heritage, same as me. I feel a mild sort of resentment over the situation: Tall, handsome white guy—a gang unit cop, no less—swoops in and snaps up one of the nicest, most beautiful girls from the hood. Then I remember that I fucked his sister. And probably broke her heart, if only for a few brief weeks during an already tumultuous time. “Meghan’s not here yet,” April says, as if she can read my thoughts. I shrug it off. “I said I didn’t want a party.” “This isn’t a party. It’s just us.”
Jill Sorenson is the RITA-nominated author of more than a dozen romantic-suspense novels. She has a degree in literature and writing from California State University. Her books have been selected as Red-Hot Reads byCosmopolitan magazine, and have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, Booklist, and Library Journal. Sorenson currently lives in the San Diego area with her family. She’s a soccer mom who loves nature, coffee, reading, Twitter, and reality TV.
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THE LAST RIDERS: FIRST FOUR VOTES
Razer's Ride, Viper's Run, Knox's Stand & Shade's Fall
Jamie Begley
Released Feb 1st, 2016
Young Ink Press
The Last Riders are a Motorcycle Club created by eight ex Navy SEALS, that make no excuses for the life they have chosen to lead. These men fight hard and f**k harder. Get your first four votes from Razer, Viper, Knox and Shade.
Razerâs Ride: Book One
Beth Cornett is the town good girl, so staying out of the way of the motorcycle clubâs dangerous members was a no brainer. Unfortunately, she manages to catch the eye of Razer, who has every intention of tempting her to take him on despite her misgivings. When her worst fears are realized, she is left heartbroken, determined to forget her walk on the wild side.
Razer was not going to change for any woman, not even Beth. Their lifestyles were too different; betrayed she ran. Realizing his mistake too late; she was not about to forgive and forget. It takes a killer intent on targeting Beth to bring her back to him and The Last Riders for protection. Razer may have learned his lesson, but this time, as long as she is at the club, she has to play by their rules.
Viperâs Run: Book Two
Winter Simmons received the surprise of her life when she discovered the man she had been dating for the last two years was actually Viper, president of the Last Riders. A high school principal, Winter has no intention of ruining her reputation in the community to be with a man who betrayed her trust. Unforgiving, she turns her back on him, only to find that Viper is not the gentleman he portrayed.
Determined to find his brotherâs killer, Loker James kept his identity as President of The Last Riders a secret from Winter. When the truth comes out, he is determined to make her see the real man who can control not only a group of dangerous bikers, but a woman whose life is a rulebook. Unable to prevent herself from being drawn into the very club she despises, Winter is about to lose everything important to her, unless Viper can prove sheâs more than a moonlight run.
Knoxâs Stand: Book Three
Knox, a former Navy Seal, has been in several dangerous situations, but nothing compares to dealing with Diamond Richards. Framed for murder, he needs the passionless lawyer to prove his innocence. But when he no longer needs her help, heâs going to show her the passion sheâs capable of and walk away a free man.
Diamond plans on earning her huge fee to prove Knox is innocent, but she had no idea the muscled biker could bring out the passion she kept hidden behind her designer clothes. Trying to find a murderer is easier than dealing with The Last Riders and Knoxâs sexcapades. Heâs going to find out there is one woman worth standing and fighting for, despite his desire for freedom.
Shadeâs Fall: Book Four
Shade is everything Lily doesn't want in a man. He's rude, obnoxious and he's definitely not a cowboy. The tattooed enforcer for The Last Riders is a mystery Lily doesn't want to solve. He's too much for her to handle, especially with the nightmares from her past constantly threatening her sanity.
Lily is everything Shade wants in a woman. She's sweet, kind and submissive. When she discovers the truth about The Last Riders, it threatens to tear apart every relationship within the club. Her rebellion causes the predatory instincts to rise in the ex Navy SEAL sniper.
When The Last Riders are threatened by another motorcycle club just as determined to claim Lily, Shade is her only hope of surviving the approaching confrontation. Could their passion be Shade's downfall?
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Taking after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC, Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
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