Looking for a family she never knew… She finds a love she never expected.
For Kinsey Landon, learning that she has three brothers was the shock of a lifetime. Finding out her brothers are the owners of the biker bar took shock to a whole new level. She goes to Aces & Eights, and deciding against introductions, Kinsey leaves—but not before locking eyes with a man so sexy he could make a saint want to sin. When he shows up at Kinsey’s job and invites her to lunch, she sees it as an opportunity to learn about her brothers, not to mention spending time with a handsome man. But there’s more than good looks to Rand. A sadness so deep, she’s not sure anything can heal him. Not even love.
FBI agent Rand Stevens is outside his comfort zone. Undercover as a hard-living biker who co-owns the bar is testing his acting skills. But pretending he’s not attracted to the Gentry brothers’ kid sister will earn him an Academy Award…if he could ignore the attraction. The heat between Rand and Kinsey is explosive but Rand doesn’t want a relationship. The breakup of his marriage hurt, but the death of his little girl left him broken, and he won’t risk heartbreak again. Even though Kinsey makes him feel alive again, he ignores his feelings for her…until the unthinkable happens. Now Rand only has one chance to save Kinsey…before it’s too late.
What an amazing ending to this fabulous series, the feels, the emotions - I smiled, chuckled, sighed, swooned, and had the tears were in my eyes more times then I am comfortable to admit.
The Gentry brothers won my heart over through the series. They are charming, commanding, and tough as nails, with cream puff hearts, who fight for the justice, protect what is theirs, and love fiercely and forever ones they give their hearts away. They had found their places in the life, only two things missing, the sister they found about recently, and the mother who left them with their nightmarish father.
Kinsey Landon is looking for her long-lost brothers, and while at it, she finds Rand Stevens, the broken-hearted FBI agent who just does not fit in the biker bar he says he owns.
Kinsey and Rand have an instant, burning attraction, that they both admit to and a bit surprisingly for Rand, are willing to act upon. Rand's broken heart after his little daughter passed away, the divorce that followed, and the ways he was trying to dull the pain, has made him swear off relationships. He is not ready to risk his heart, to feel any emotions, to open up just to have his heart ribbed in pieces again. But Kinsey has that spark that pulls him out of the darkness he has lived in for the past year, brings sunshine and smiles back to his life, and makes him think there might be a brighter future for him as well if he dares to be vulnerable and take the leap of faith with Kinsey.
I loved Kinsey and Rand, they were just perfect together, there was the spark, the connection, they got each other, they were comfortable with each other, they had trust, passion, same interests, and when Rand started to woo her, he got me at the same time. Swoon-worthy doesn't even begin to describe it as he rocked the seduction of the mind, body, and soul with his tenderness, caring, loving affection, protectiveness, and take charge attitude, and wanting to make Kinsey happy, and being willing to stand up for the wall of big brothers who suddenly realize their friend was part of their newfound baby sister's life.
But the tale is not just the reunion of the siblings and finding your soul mate. There are things happening in Kinsey's life that put her in dire danger, where she will need all the protection and connections of her family and friends to survive.
When you take the sorrow of losing your mom, losing your child, the joy of finding your lost sibling(s), the jubilee of falling in love, and losing everything you have accomplished in life because of someone else's crimes, you can get an idea of the depth and variety of the feels and emotions you go through as you read the story.
And when you get to the epilogue that is told through Nate's eyes (in third person POV) looking at the family in whole, and where they are then... Get a box of tissues and get ready to for an update on the Gentry brothers, and see what a diamond of a lady their little sister truly is, live through some dangerous and fear filled moments with her, and witness the most swoony, romantic, heartfelt, finding your soul mate story that will melt your heart.
Absolutely a stunning ending to a series, so perfectly done, wrapping up and pulling together all four siblings stories in a heartfelt and ardent tale. Oh my word, my heart is full!
~ Five Spoons!
How to Forget a Duke by Vivienne Lorret
Series Misadventures in Matchmaking Series
Genre Adult Historical Romance
Publisher Avon Books
Publication Date May 29, 2018
The Bourne Matrimonial Agency has one rule: Never fall in love with the client. A simple thing to remember… unless you’re a matchmaker with amnesia.
The Duke of Rydstrom requires a wife. Preferably one with a large fortune and a complete lack of curiosity. The last thing he needs is a meddling matchmaker determined to dig up his dark family secrets.
All Jacinda wants is to find a bride for a duke. How hard could that be? He’s handsome, enigmatic… and hiding something. She’s sure of it. Determined to discover what it is, she travels to his crumbling cliffside estate. Yet, by the time she washes up on his beach, she can no longer remember who she is, or why the duke is so familiar to her. All she knows is that his kisses are unforgettable—and she intends to use every skill she can to discover what’s in his heart . . .
When Miss Bourne can’t remember what brought her to his ancestral home, Rydstrom intends to keep it that way. Yet as the days pass, his true challenge will be safeguarding his secret while resisting this woman who—confound it all—may well be his perfect match.
“Things should be kept where they belong.” Like matchmakers who lived in London and dukes who did not.
If things began to stray, there was chaos.
“At opposite ends? Yet, by your own words, these pillows”—she reached down and snatched it again—“and the iron horses are mated. Why not allow them to be side by side like your peas?”
“An object’s design is not to be consumed but admired. Those are bookends, one at either end. You would not have your ears on one side of your head, crowded together, would you?” He added this, hoping to quiet her.
This time it did not work.
“You are rather obsessed with my ears.” From her quadrant, she tilted her head to study him. “See? I do use them to listen. On occasion. You even said they were pretty. Do you really think so, or were you trying to unsettle me?”
Suddenly his mind was back in the corridor again, hands gripping, bodies flush, sheer panic transforming into a reckless desire.
He glanced down at the silver pillow. Only now he realized that it matched the hue of the counterpane on his bed. Then, he was helpless to notice the way she gripped it, the tips of her modestly manicured fingernails pressing into the silk.
An unrepentant surge of arousal tore through him. “Miss Bourne, would you return the pillow to its proper place, take your gloves, and then leave my study?”
In response, those lips curled again.
His palms began to itch, craving the delicate abrasion of cream-colored muslin, and the softness of the flesh beneath.
“You just looked down at my lips again.” She tsked. “A clear indication that you have, in fact, kissed me.”
“We’ve already discussed this.”
“And you didn’t deny it.”
“I am now.”
She shook her head, adamant. “It’s too late. Your denial is invalid.”
“Well, I am denying it because that, Miss Bourne, is the truth.”
She would not let it rest. He had not even concluded a week of his fortnight prison sentence with her and he was ankle deep in a swirling chasm of madness.
“So you say now . . .” She shrugged. “I do have one more question, however. Do you—”
“By all that’s holy! I can take no more. You refuse to give me a moment’s peace until your curiosity is satisfied. Then so be it.”
He crossed the empty path between the rugs—the first step on the hardwood echoing like the twelfth strike of a clock tower, the second muffled by the woven wool.
Crispin took her by the shoulders and lowered his mouth.
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USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET transforms copious amounts of tea into words. She is an Avon author of works including: The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Season’s Original Series, and the Misadventures in Matchmaking series. For more information on her books, sign up for her newsletter at http://www.vivlorret.net.
by S.H. Love
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Rory Richards is self-absorbed and suicidal.
Over the last year, he has lost his job, has attempted suicide multiple times, and has gotten his relationship to the point where it is heading for divorce. Fed up with everything, Rory has accepted his fate.
When he wakes up from a failed suicide attempt, he learns that his wife, Maggie, has disappeared without a trace. Her car is found abandoned on the highway, miles away from home. Her purse and her cell phone are discovered in the trunk. There is no sign of Maggie.
All Rory can remember about the previous night is that the two had the fight of a lifetime. The dispute causes him to storm out of the house and steal prescription pills from his neighbors in an attempt to overdose.
After that, everything is a blur.
Maggie’s sudden disappearance becomes a mystery.
Was she kidnapped? Did she disappear on purpose?
To avoid coming across as insensitive, Rory plays the part of loving husband and attempts to find his wife. He gives an emotional plea on television, reaches out to the Missing Persons Network, and even hires a private investigator to gather information.
All of these actions are to show police that he is actively searching. Deep down, though, he just doesn’t care anymore. But, does Rory’s lack of affection mean that he is responsible for Maggie’s disappearance? Or will he serve as the unlikely hero who finds her?
What happened the night she disappeared?
The taste of charcoal briquettes lined the inside of my mouth. It was chalky, almost sweet, but not in a good way. The charcoal’s texture was thick, pebbly tasting, and difficult to swallow. The sensation remained in my mouth and almost made me puke.
I had just woken up after what seemed like days. Months, really, the time just flew by. Just like that, it was gone. My brain was resting after a lifetime of activity, dreams creeping in, only to disappear again.
Body collapsed, exhaustion forcing me to nearly drift into another blackout, I inhaled quickly in order to stay conscious. Inhaling made my throat sore, the roughness scratching like sandpaper.
In and out, my mind went black, only to resolve to faint lights with warped images. Nothing really resonated inside, the time lapse unknown in my current state.
What day is it?
Where am I?
My eyes opened wide. Dried and strained, they focused on the ceiling. The drop ceiling tiles multiplied in front of me, expanding outward, adding four times the amount. Growing larger and then shrinking in a fast instant, the tiles kept going in and out of focus until they became clear. The mineral fibers absorbed all the ambient noise that surrounded me. Not that it mattered in my case. I was as laid up as one could get.
After a rush of constant blinking, my vision came into focus. The ceiling was again normal. Water stains shaped like countries struck out against the plain white tiles. Italy was to my left. Thailand was to the right. The United States’ forty-eight, it was as if the South had actually won the Civil War and had relocated to Africa. Stretched across one of the corners in the room was a thin spider web. Part of it was unattached and blowing from the air conditioner vent. The cold air pushing out of the vent kissed my face, tickling my cheeks and making them numb.
Looking around my environment, my body depressed in a slow, dragged out sigh.
My tongue worked around my lips, licking the spots where my skin and lips met. The heavy, smoky flavor was all I needed to know to describe what happened the night before. My face began to crease from the burnt charcoal taste within. Caving in, it was a crushed aluminum can bending inward. It was as if someone punched me super hard, my face staying locked in its current position.
The medical staff used the charcoal to absorb the toxins from the pills I had swallowed. All one hundred thirteen of them. In a single sitting, swallowing the enteric-coated pills until my vision faded. One by one by one, I had attempted to take my own life. It was a smorgasbord of poison with various colored pills. Some I had recognized. Others I had not.
There was a bottle for sleeping disorders. There were various prescriptions for pain. One container was filled with Ativan. Another, filled with God knows what. I had no idea.
It was the perfect cure for anxiety, pain, and seizures, for one low price.
Who would have thought that that many pills could be found inside your neighbors’ medicine cabinets? Then again, who would have thought that amount of pills could be pumped out of a human body? Gastric lavage and activated charcoal, these were two procedures that I didn’t recommend.
If you ever need an emergency antidote to combat the dangers of prescription drugs, consider the two-step process of gutting and then grilling your face. The stomach pump was to remove the pills. The charcoal was used as a poisoning antidote, to interrupt the circulation of drugs from the liver to the bile, back into the small intestine, and ending back into the liver. The process was called enterohepatic circulation.
Coming to, I was greeted by a small, empty hospital room. A single bed surrounded by varying degrees of medical equipment. There was a heart monitor near my bed. An overbed table pushed off to the side. A cabinet filled with supplies. All the ingredients were present to revive the damaged soul of a person.
The television hanging from above was turned off, an old tube unit sitting on a shelf that was bolted to the wall. The screen was dirty; it was covered in dust particles from not being turned on.
The thick curtains were closed. Peeking in underneath and on the sides of the curtains’ fabric was a parking lot streetlight. The light from the tall post cast dark shadows into the room; the shadows creeped me out. They were monsters ready to attack, ready and willing to conquer under their master’s order. Whoever their master was, I wasn’t sure.
Swallowing was difficult. There was a tightening in my throat each time I’d attempted. Harder and harder to bring the saliva up my esophagus, I could feel it start in the pit of my stomach.
This was not my first attempt at suicide. No matter how hard I had tried, I could never fully succeed. Three fucking times was definitely not the charm.
My first attempt at offing myself happened about a year ago. My wife and I had begun to feel the effects of money shortfalls.
I had lost my job when the economy crashed and had never really gotten back on track. Sure, there were a few part-time positions here and there. And one full-time job that was so out of my field I had to quit. But there was nothing that had brought in near the same salary, near the same satisfaction, of what I had been living with for years before.
My wife, Maggie, had said that she understood. That working in a job that did not complement your skillset was difficult. Deep down, I knew my not being employed (or as Maggie had put it, sitting around) had still bothered her. She would often throw in sentences such as, “But every little bit helps,” and, “Maybe just stick it out for a while,” ending in, “Well, it’s your decision and I will support you nonetheless.”
She was just going through the motions at that point. This marked the beginning of the end for us. We were heading for a divorce.
The truth was jobs were not that available in our hometown of Rock Island, Illinois. A stagnant population of just under forty thousand, with only a handful of big employers that could provide a decent living. The cost of living was low, but you would have to be in a position that paid well enough. Most of the residents in the area worked at John Deere and the Rock Island Arsenal. Neither of which seemed to ever be hiring. It was almost as if you had to know or be related to someone in order to get your foot in the door. Of course, generations upon generations handed these jobs down like relay runners passing the batons behind them. With so much history between the two organizations, getting a job at either of these places was equivalent to being born into the royal family.
Me, I used to be the operations manager of a manufacturing company. Relative to the size of Deere and Arsenal, our company was small, a blip on their financial scope, a mere footnote in the conversation. But it was big for me, and it was what worked. That was, until I was let go.
We specialized in packaging, various types of packaging and shipping methods. One of our contracts was with John Deere, so you could say that I was a bastard stepson of the prestigious royal family. I was more of a second cousin that hardly came around, one that never saw the photo ops or royal invites.
I oversaw the plant workers at different locations around the area, who spent most of the days boxing items and getting them ready for shipment to wherever it was they were headed. Much of my time was dedicated to streamlining the process in order to cut costs. It took me several months to scheme up the process, paying particular attention to its destinations and what trucks needed to be loaded and at what times. Logistics wasn’t difficult; rather, you had to be on your game to know the shortest routes possible. You could say I was so good at my job that I cut my own salary out of the company. Shipped it out in a nicely packed container. Really, there wasn’t a need for me anymore. A win/lose situation.
My job, my life, my marriage, they were all packaged and ready to be shipped out. And to be honest, I didn’t care anymore. To be frank, getting divorced was the only true thing I had looked forward to.
Lying on the bed, my head facing the ceiling, I moved my eyes left to right, and screamed, “NO!” Clenching my teeth until my jaws hurt, bringing my voice down to a hush, I whisper-screamed, “FUCK YOU!” I had convinced myself that I had wanted to die this time. Deep down to the depths of my soul, I wished that I was dead.
All the while, the chair shadow creature was lurking in silence, staring in my direction.
The angled door monster sat mocking me. A malicious grin on its face, it could turn on me at any moment.
My body tightened until I turned bright red. Holding my breath in a weak attempt to suffocate, hopes of passing out to prevent my brain from picking back up again, my mind started racing. Through the half-closed blinds leading into an illuminated part of the hospital, two detectives were talking to a doctor. They were in mid-discussion ever since I had come to. The doctor was, on occasion, looking into my room while he continued to speak.
Struggling on the bed, kicking my legs under the sheets, the jerking of my body like a possessed demon, I was vying for their attention. Whipping my head side to side, the air from the vent reminding me that I was alive and well, I screamed inside, my mouth wide open, stretching until my cheeks became sore.
The officers looked serious, their bodies stiff and alert. Staring with intent into the doctor’s eyes, one of the policemen leaned in closer. A concerned look on his face, the detective nodded in agreement to whatever it was the doctor was discussing.
The window made it difficult to make out what they were saying. The light, reflecting off from the other side, made the men appear translucent. Squinting with a brave optimism that I could read their lips, I saw the policeman with the crew cut on the right side crane his neck toward me and then slowly return to the doctor.
Leaning in closer to the door, my head pulling forward, a sharp pain ran up my spine and into the nape of my neck. My body tightened into a crunch, my abs flexing for the first time in years. The balls of my feet were blistering for some reason, as if I had been on them for days. The soreness caused me to straighten, and before I could readjust my body, the door opened.
Flipping the light switch, the doctor, wearing multi-colored scrubs and a white smock, entered with the officers in tow. The shadow demons, they disappeared into tangible objects. One became the sink faucet. Another transformed into the tissue paper box. In an instant, the monsters assumed their positions in the real world. Their master, so it seemed, signaled them to be calm. It only took a second for my eyes to adjust to the bright light. My brain was still disordered. My recollection, it was groggy to say the least. The three men came into focus as they approached me.
“Mr. Richards,” the doctor said, his eyes scanning the paperwork on his clipboard, never making eye contact. Nodding his head, his lips curled downward. Skimming the chart before speaking again, he mouthed some words to himself. He then looked up, rejoining the conversation, and said, “I’m Doctor Wynn.”
Dr. Wynn was a skinny Asian man, his hospital garb baggy off his legs. He was a middle-aged gentleman, mostly wrinkle-free with not much grey. He had a full head of hair. Crow’s feet branched out from his half-opened eyes when he spoke. I could tell that he laughed a lot. Other than that tiny flaw, he was well put together.
I pegged him for having a trophy wife, brunette and much younger, and driving a convertible Mercedes-Benz. Aside from announcing that he was a doctor, his pickup line could have been, “If you go out with me, it would be a Wynn/Win.” And then a sparkling smile filled with whites. Who wouldn’t fall for this? Hell, I was beginning to fall in love with him. But that could just be the medication.
Reading through my charts more in-depth, his lips moving slightly, he scanned the file and then re-addressed me.
Tilting his head, he smiled, flashing his medical school teeth. “And how’re you feeling today?” His cadence was quick and with crisp enunciation. He displayed a charming politeness to his audience when he spoke.
Before I could answer, the doctor said, “You’re very lucky, Mr. Richards.”
Was I? Tracing the words with his index finger, he said, “You swallowed a lot of pills.” He was lecturing me like a third grade teacher would do to one of her students--“Do you know what happens when you don’t finish your assignment?” I was waiting for him to put me in the corner, but I guess this was close enough.
The officers stood stoic, hearing the diagnosis from the medical expert. Each was attentive for the most part, often looking down at the floor or around the room to inspect the potential sleeping monsters.
Casual demeanor, reading the shorthand notes scribbled on the paper, Dr. Wynn gave an inappropriate smile. He said, “Over one hundred.”
One hundred thirteen to be exact.
He looked me in the eyes and said, “How do you feel?” The doctor was full of questions. For someone who was a supposed expert, he was definitely curious. “Does your throat hurt?” he said.
The large thirty-six gastrostomy tube that was jammed into my esophagus was, to be very thankful, lubricated. Just because I had tried to kill myself did not warrant a dry throat fuck. Leaning in toward me, he said, “You were administered two hundred milliliters of warm tap water on a repeated basis in order to be fully drained.” His crow’s feet, they branched out as he emphasized certain syllables. He said this as if this was an everyday occurrence, as if he saw attempted suicides all the time.
A cop, the one with shaggier hair of the two, glanced at the doctor’s clipboard, squinting at the small lettering. The other, staring through me, stood statue still with his eyebrows lowered. He was thinking, or waiting his turn to speak, one of the two, or both. Dropping the clipboard down toward his waist, cupping it in his hand, Dr. Wynn said, “I recommend getting some rest. Your body blah! blah! blah! gone through some blah! blah! blah! and you’ll need some time to recover. And then we’ll have—”
The toll on my body caused me to almost crash out. My attention drifted with quick ambition with every other word the doctor said. I could hear the voices in the room, consulting each other, but the dialogue was incomprehensible. It was as if I was sitting next to Charlie Brown in school. At this stage, I wasn’t even sure it was happening.
Then, my head fell backward, my mind going blank.
Before I went under, the room spun out of focus. The countries on the ceiling tiles began to swirl, spinning around in a clockwise motion until they transformed into something else. Slowly, the shadow creatures came out of hiding, taking their positions as the hand sanitizer and drawer handle. My eyes wandered, attempting to escape their reach.
The voice of Dr. Wynn dissolving, I fell into a deep sleep.
Years ago he’d loved her, then one traumatic event made him walk away to forge ahead in a dangerous career that had him skimming the edge of being a killer. Now working for an elite security company, he’s never forgotten her, the echoes of Ella buried deep in his heart and memories, locked safely away.
Seeking revenge on those who’d betrayed her, the last thing Ella expected was to come face-to-face with the man who’d shattered her heart. But here Ryan was, determined to be her protector, and equally determined to once again be a part of her life…and her lover. But the echoes he’d left behind were both sweet and soul destroying.
Playing a dangerous game, getting information from a friend delving into the Dark Web, being an anonymous AFP informer to bring down an underage sex ring, she had no idea just how much everything was going to change.
For good or bad, the rules are altering, and every echo is becoming reality.
I fell in love with Angela Verdenius' writing and the way to tell stories from the very first book I read from her. The stories are fun, emotional, filled with charming characters, the best of friends, curvy women, people who are like us, who are easy to relate to, and who are so appealing, who you want to cheer for, and love seeing them find the happily ever after. Her books are the ones that I go to when I hit a reading funk because I know I will fall in love with reading all over again through her stories. The Australian life and cultural vibes fascinate me, the cat lovers make me smile, there is a lot to smile and sigh about these stories, but they are not all just comedy and cheer, there is also deep emotions that touch my heart. And with Echos, there is also an intense darkness, danger, suspense, and action that just delighted me even more as a romantic suspense fan while the pain of the past history between Ella and Ryan just shattered my heart.
I love Ella and Ryan, and the raw honesty between them, the connection, the understanding, the humble way Ryan owned up to his past mistakes, the forgiveness, and redemption, the sizzling chemistry, they were so immensely perfect for each other it was delightful to watch them find each other again, and reawaken the old feelings.
Ryan's need to be in control, his commanding ways, and inner turmoil, it all just turned into this tender, loving, caring, protective, sweet man when Ella was around. Ella was way over her head with the secret revenge she was plotting with her friend, yet she was determined to find justice and to play her revenge on the secret club.
This story was so engaging I stayed up until the early morning hours to read it. I loved the romance, and how Ella and Ryan worked the emotions and feelings between them from the past and the present.
A lusciously delightful, alluringly intense, humorously entertaining, and so adorably sweet and heartwrenching, dark and dangerous, a story that captivated my mind, and made me not only sigh and swoon and smile but also tear up, and bite my nails in fright.
~ Five Spoons!
Screwed by Kelly Jamieson
Series n/a; standalone
Genre Adult Contemporary Romance
Publisher Entangled Publishing
Publication Date May 28, 2018
Cash Hale has been in love with his best friend’s wife forever. Now Callie and Beau are divorced, but she’s still way off-limits. Dating her would betray his friendship with Beau. And Cash is nothing if not loyal.
Callie Sutherland is starting over. The end of her marriage was just one more way she failed to live up to her wealthy family’s expectations, so from now on she’s not even going to try. It’s time to live her life the way she wants. And she wants Cash.
Cash and Beau aren’t just friends, they’re business partners, and the drop in the price of oil has hurt their business. They need to win the bid for Sutherland Industries’ next big project—but it may get messy since Callie’s family owns the business. Not only would Cash risk his friendship with Beau to be with her, he’d be risking the company they worked so hard to create.
But this new Callie isn’t taking no for an answer.
He’s so screwed...
Their eyes locked together. Cash went very still, his hand on her back, warm and strong. “What?”
Callie slid off the stool, her body brushing against Cash’s, went onto tiptoes, and touched her lips to his. “Sex,” she whispered. “I need sex.”
She gripped his T-shirt in both hands and pulled herself closer, pressing against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, and his hands went to her hips. “Callie…”
Her eyes drifted closed, and she pressed her mouth to his. “Mmm.”
A groan rumbled in his chest as she licked his bottom lip, then kissed him again. And he kissed her back, his mouth opening. He took control of the kiss immediately, and her knees went weak. She clung tighter to him as her head spun, tasting the inside of his mouth with her tongue, electricity zipping through her body when he slid his tongue into her mouth.
He tasted delicious, and his lips moved on hers, firm and warm and perfect. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her buttocks, and he pulled her against him. He was hard.
Oh sweet hopscotching Jesus, he was so hard. She whimpered and tipped her pelvis against him, then slid her arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair.
“Callie,” he groaned.
“Mmm.” She nipped his full bottom lip, stroked it with her tongue, then kissed his stubbled jaw. “Cash. Kiss me.”
“Fuck.” But he did it, arms now going right around her, crushing her against his big, hard body. She wanted to climb up him and get even closer. She rubbed her aching breasts against his chest and found his mouth again in a long, deep kiss.
Need zoomed low in her belly, a hot pressure coiling inside her. She needed more, needed him. “This is crazy,” she whispered against his jaw. “I’m dying for you.”
“Jesus.” He clasped her waist, turned, and lifted her onto the kitchen island. Then he shoved her plate of sushi aside and stepped between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him to bring him up close against her throbbing center and grabbed his shoulders again.
His hands slid into her hair and twisted in the long strands, tugging deliciously on her sensitive scalp. Sensation slid down her spine, tension aching in the small of her back.
“Jesus, you’re hot,” Cash muttered as he nipped at her lips.
“Please. Oh God, please.” She’d never felt like this before, like she needed an orgasm so badly she was hurting, a deep, pulsing, biting desire.
She rubbed against the hard bulge behind his jeans, and he made a noise that sounded wild and hungry. “Careful, darlin’.” He sucked briefly on her bottom lip.
“You need it, too.” She moved against him again. “We both do. Please.”
He groaned and rubbed his nose alongside hers. “Callie…”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Christ.” He took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
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About the Author
Kelly Jamieson is a USA Today bestselling author of over forty romance novels and novellas. She writes the kind of books she loves to read–sexy romance with heat, humor and emotion. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white) and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey. She is the author of the popular Heller Brothers Hockey series and the Rule of Three trilogy. Visit her website at http://www.kellyjamieson.com or contact her at email@example.com.
When Victoria Langford got engaged, she told herself to give love a chance. Six months later, she's on the run from her angry, abusive ex-fiancé with her four-year-old daughter and nowhere to go.
Seventy miles north of Dallas, the Iron River Ranch is pretty much nowhere. That’s what its new owner, Josh Cain, wanted when he came back from Afghanistan. Big skies, quiet nights, no trouble.
One look tells Josh the pretty redhead with the adorable little girl will give him trouble of the most personal kind. But he’s seen trouble before, and he doesn't scare easy. Not when “accidents” start happening around the ranch. Not when Tory’s best friend back in Phoenix is abducted and brutalized. Not even when it looks like their current problems are only the tip of the iceberg.
But if he gets too close to fierce, determined Tory, Josh knows his nights are going to be anything but quiet. And that’s one possibility no amount of training can prepare him for . . .
A riveting, intense, emotional, ardent, sweet story that enticed my mind, touched my emotions and scared the daylights out of me.
Ever read a romantic suspense story with such vivid images, such a fear factor, that after you finish reading it late at night you go around making sure your windows are locked, and that you are safe inside? Yeah, Beyond Control did that to me, and that does not happen often.
The danger and attacks in the story are coming from more than one source, leaving the protagonists into the dire crossfires, personal attacks, fighting for their lives. No one is safe and collateral damage is not an issue, anything goes. The violence is vivid, and the brutal attacks towards women are detailed, drawn with clear and graphic lines, that enhance the storytelling but can trigger someone unexpectedly. The story is told from multiple points of views, in the third person, and the culprits get his chance to show his wicked, evil mindset as well, his thoughts and actions giving me the chills.
The whole ensemble is filled with fascinating, likable characters, and they contribute to the story, even a secondary love interest is part of the tale.
The hero and heroine, Victoria Langford and Josh Cain, are both complex, deep, well thought out and drawn characters that were easy to like and cheer for. Their stories were heartbreaking yet they had that unwavering will to survive, to make things better, to learn from the past mistakes, and thrive. The adoration and attraction between them were palpable, I loved watching them fall deeper each day, protecting each other, helping each other, and getting to know each other while learning to live with their inner demons and past mistakes. There were openness and honesty, fear and hesitation, even mixed messages and messed up minds, but there was never doubt about their feelings for each other.
With fierce and sharp suspense, brutal and savage attacks and action, adorable and ardent romance, life stories that had me sighing and my eyes burn with tears, the author tells a story that touched my heart and my emotions. While being entertaining and engrossing romantic suspense, the story was also inspiring and compelling, the domestic abuse scenes shattered my heart, but made me want to take action to provide a safe haven for the victims.
A delightfully enticing, exciting, entertaining, and horrid action-packed thriller, just perfectly balanced romantic suspense
~ Five Spoons
This bad-ass band of sisters plays for keeps.
She's ready to start a war
Justice Parish takes down bad guys. Rescued from the streets by the world-renowned Parish family, she joined their covert sisterhood of vigilante assassins. Her next target: a sex-trafficking ring in the war-torn Middle East. She just needs to get close enough to take them down...
He just wants peace
Sandesh Ross left Special Forces to found a humanitarian group to aid war-torn countries. But saving the world isn't cheap. Enter Parish Industries and limitless funding, with one catch— their hot, prickly PR specialist', Justice Parish. Their chemistry is instant and off-the-charts. But when Justice is injured and her cover blown, Sandesh has to figure out if he can reconcile their missions. With danger dogging their every move, their white-hot passion can change the world— if it doesn't destroy them first.
A dark and gritty, fast-paced romantic action thriller that keeps the reader on their toes.
Romantic suspense is my favorite genre and I read a lot of it, yet this story managed to bring something different, something unique to the table. The multi-cultural aspect is fascinating and intriguing, the 28 adopted siblings of a mega-rich family, Justice being one of them, who really is not the PR person for the school but a female assailant, who is ready and able to kick some serious ass. Setting up the new series takes some time within the story, especially with so many characters, and it did feel a bit overwhelming at times.
She is as contradictory in person as she sounds, she is aggressive, assertive, straight-talking-prefers-action type of person who changes her mind about Sandesh Ross in a heartbeat depending on her mood. The instant attraction was there, the lust was tangible in the air surrounding Justice. First, she goes after him boldly and openly, then she backs off, then she is forward again until life happens and it is off again. The sexy times are steamy, descriptive, and oddly competitive. They are not a central part of the tale, yet they show the developing relationship between Justice and Sandesh. There is a lot of tension between the two, for a good reason there is lack of trust and some anger, yet they never get into it to clear the air and talk about the issues between them.
The writing style is unique with its poignant and direct yet short sentences that tell what is happening. There are over 70 short chapters and third person point of view changes between the characters, from the good guys to the culprits.
The themes are dark and serious, from human trafficking, sex slavery, to violence against women and young girls, including rape. The scenes change from the States to the international locales, from war zone to the luxury hotels.
Justice's story is a gritty, dirty, dark, and a bit clumsy at times. It has lots of action and suspense, twists and turns, some predictable, some rather impulsive, telling a lot of the person she is. I wished the life and dead serious topics that were introduced in the tale would have gotten a bit more depth in them, and not have been just the background to the adventure Justice was having.
While a fun and entertaining read, with deep, grim and gloomy situations, the story left me a bit dazed and baffled, since I can't decide if I loved it or not even liked it. I go back and forth, loving some parts of it, like the strong heroine, and lovable complex hero, or not being a fan of the way Justice handles herself in some situations or wanting more depth and intensity from the issues, and less intensity from the flimsiness of the main characters...
Yes, it did entertain, it made me think, it made me form an opinion and wanting to stand up to some very timely world issues we are currently facing while being a messy and murky, loud and filthy, rapid spaced story filled with conflicts, battles, and fighting for the human rights.
~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
BACK IN THE SADDLE. STRAIGHT TO THE HEART. . .
At the Ford family ranch, getting thrown from a horseis a part of growing up. But one cowboy is still learning the ropes when itcomes to falling in love.
Tanner Ford has been riding bulls and busting broncos his entire life. So when he takes a hard spill—and sustains serious injuries—he refuses to believe his rodeo days are behind him. He’s determined to restore his body and revive his career. There’s just one problem: the finest physical therapist in town just happens to be the only woman he’s ever loved.
Lauren Lewis knows she made a huge mistake when she walked away from Tanner. But she was young, ambitious, and focused on her medical career. Now, after all these years, Tanner’s back—and, in spite of his injuries, looking better than she allows herself to admit. She agrees to work on Tanner’s big bruised muscles until he’s back in bull-riding shape again. But how can Lauren resist the smoldering attraction between her and her old flame. . .and find a way to live without him?
I enjoyed the novel, the story was engaging, there were emotional scenes, there were sexy, romantic, steamy moments that had me swooning. There were moments of growth and maturing, forgiveness and forgetting.
There were two people, and their families, who truly loved and cared for each other, trying to find a way back to each other, and it wasn't easy, it didn't happen overnight, there was work that needed to be done, things that needed to be talked about. And even though there were this amazing chemistry and burning attraction, true adoration, they still had to do the hard things, have the difficult conversations, find the place in their hearts to forgive and forget, and find the desire for compromises and growth.
An interesting novel, a story that is a perfect mix of the raw reality and real life with the fairytale-ish happily-ever-after, that only comes after the hard, rough, and difficult times.
A story where the hero and heroine are truly equal, and I cherished that more than I can express.
~ Four Spoons
Keep You Safe
by C.R. Moss
in the Down and Dirty anthology
Genre: anthology, romance, erotic romance, blue collar
I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Kian Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.
Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that’d brought us together could also tear us apart…and possibly claim my life.
Kian sat back and rubbed his chin. “He’s still bothering you?”
Nodding, I continued to breathe deep to allay my anxiety. “Kind of.”
“He sounds like a jerk. If you were mine, I’d treat you like a queen. I’d do anything I could to keep you safe and free from harm.”
“If I were yours?” God, how I wanted to believe that a man would do that. Be a true gentleman, someone who would treat me right, someone I could trust not turn into a pig. Even if Kian spoke the truth, there were other factors to consider. “You do remember there’s an age gap between us, right? That I’m older than you?”
He lifted a shoulder again. “So? We’re both adults. Consenting adults. I hated that my family moved, and I couldn’t see you anymore. That I only had you in my fantasies.”
“Wait. What?” This time I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face. “You fantasized about me?”
“All the time.” He chuckled, and pink tinged his cheeks. “I thought you were the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, and I was a hormonal teen. I wasn’t joking before when I said you’re beautiful.”
Compliments. Wants. Desires. The claims coming from him made my breath catch on such an intense wave of yearning it almost hurt.
Oh, Lord, what kind of spell is this man weaving over me?
“I appreciate the sentiment, but like I’d said, you could have your pick. Why would you want an older lady with ten to twenty extra pounds on her frame?” Under my breath, I couldn’t stop myself from adding, “Chad used to say no man wanted a chubby-wubby.”
Kian pursed his lips. “We’ve already established that Chad’s a tool. Me? I think you’re perfect the way you are. You don’t need to lose a pound.” He smiled. His gaze softened. “God, I really want to kiss you.”
Before I knew it, he leaned across the table, gently palmed my cheek and placed his lips on mine. Hungry desire flooded me. I couldn’t deny my body’s response or the fact that I was seriously attracted to Kian. I wanted the kiss to deepen, but luckily, I had enough wits about me to not go crazy with the public display of affection.
Then, as quick as it started, it ended. He sat back, taking any decisions I might have had to make out of my hands.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
More heat blossomed in my face. I couldn’t believe how much I’d been blushing. His attentions and presence made me feel like a silly, teenager in the throes of my first crush.
Down and Dirty Anthology
Genre: anthology, romance, erotic romance, blue collar
Featuring stories from:
Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settara, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J. Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
Get in, get down...and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don't mind when things get a little dirty while at work or at play. This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard, and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, and miners to brewmasters, they aren't afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn that love and life can be just as messy as their day job...and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Hi everyone, my name is Casey, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy) and sometimes the stories have an erotic flare to them. My professional bio for C.R.: An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
Links for other authors in the Down and Dirty anthology
Lori King: https://lorikingbooks.wordpress.com/
Maia Dylan: https://www.maiadylan.com/
Sarah Marsh: https://sarahmarshfiction.com/
Elena Kincaid: http://www.elenakincaid.com/
Cecile Tellier: http://www.ceciletellier.net/
London Saint James: https://www.londonsaintjames.com/
Bella Settara: https://www.bellasettarra.com/
RL Merrill: https://www.rlmerrillauthor.com/
Ashley Malkin: https://ashleymalkin.weebly.com/
Lucy Felthouse: http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/
Scarlett J. Rose: http://rockincola83.wix.com/scarlettjrose
Sydney Lea: http://www.sydneylea.com/
Samantha A. Cole: https://samanthacoleauthor.com/
Danielle James: http://www.daniellejames.webs.com/
Ava Campbell: https://www.facebook.com/ava.campbell.7731247
Eva Moore: https://www.4evamoore.com/
Kimberlie L. Faye: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100004599648310
Sabrina Sol: http://www.sabrinasol.com/
Nikki Prince: http://authornikkiprince.com/
Mia Hopkins: http://www.miahopkinsauthor.com/p/welcome.html
Twitter handle for the publishing group, Romance Rebels Publishing: @romancerebels69
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A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 1
by Debbie White
Genre: Sweet Romance
Real Men Eat Cupcakes
Annie McPherson has had it with all the blind dates her grandmother and auntie set her up with. She just wants to be left alone to run the Sweet Indulgence cupcake bakery – even if it means she’ll remain single forever.
Jack’s just been through a gut-wrenching break-up, and women are the last thing on his mind. Now he’s on a mission to pick up cupcakes for his niece’s birthday party—not a mission to fall in love. Pulled in by Annie’s good looks and witty charm, though, temptation proves too sweet.
But will Annie’s pesky grandmother and auntie welcome Jack as Annie’s choice or will they have him jumping through hoops to prove he’s the one?
“Oh, Vicky,” Annie said, spreading her arms wide.
“Girl, it’s been way too long. It’s so good to see you.”
“I can’t wait to hear about your wedding plans. Are you stressed yet?”
The two gabbed as the hostess led the way toward their table.
“I’m so stressed. But you know, my new favorite saying is, it is what it is.”
Annie laughed. “I bet. Well, I can’t wait to come and see you two lovebirds finally tie the knot. Soon you’ll be Vicky Collins.”
“Victoria Collins,” Vicky said with a tone of superiority.
“I like the ring of that,” Annie said, nodding.
Vicky fussed to Annie about how picking out the right bridesmaid dresses for Jessica, who’d just given birth and still had a few extra pounds to camouflage, as well as one to accommodate the expanding girth of Cassie’s tummy, challenged her beyond her wildest dreams.
“I’ve selected five different dresses at three different stages of planning my wedding. I’m about to just have you as my only bridesmaid. You’re not pregnant are you?” Vicky teased as she poked at her salad.
“No, I’m not pregnant. I’m hardly seeing anyone.”
Vicky peered up at Annie. “Hardly?”
Annie smiled. “Jack is his name. We really just started seeing each other. He’s a great guy.”
“Good. Great guys are good.” Vicky put her iced tea to her lips and drew in a taste.
Annie nodded. “You know Jessica and Cassie didn’t do these things on purpose. They love you, and it’s just one of those things.”
Vicky forked a beet chunk and put it in her mouth. She chewed it slowly.
“Having a baby is a nice thing. You are happy for them, right?”
Vicky twisted her mouth then relaxed her lips. “Of course, I’m happy for them. It just makes it difficult picking out dresses. Do you realize we went from a fitted knee-length shift to an A-line skirt? Not to mention the color changes.”
“I think A-line is still a good choice,” Annie said, savoring a spoonful of her chicken gumbo soup.
“Yes, but now the measurements have changed. These changes are costing me money.”
“The wedding is in two weeks. You’re probably safe with one more fitting.”
“Tell me more about Jack.”
Annie’s eyes lit up. “He’s part owner of Powell Limousine Services. Oh, and they also have a vacation rental business.”
“I’ve used his services before.”
Annie knitted her brows together. “You have? When?”
“A while back. In fact, he’s providing pick up service for me at the airport for my out of town guests. And I’ve rented a couple of houses for them to stay at. Diane …”
Annie widened her eyes. “Diane is his sister. In fact, my sister, Mary is working with Diane now.”
“What a small world.” Vicky glanced at her watch.
“Do you have to run off?” Annie said, relaxing her shoulders and slumping.
“I do, dear. I have to meet Cassie and Jessica at the dress shop. Thank God you are still the same, and no adjustments are necessary for your dress.” She pushed back her chair.
“Lunch is on me,” Annie said.
Vicky dug in her purse and fetched her keys. “Thank you. Next time it’s on me.”
Annie slid her chair out and met her halfway. She reached her arms out and pulled her in for a hug. “Everything is going to be just fine. The dresses will be beautiful, you’ll be beautiful, and it will go down as one of the best weddings in Charleston history,” Annie said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Vicky drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Thanks for saying that. I really am happy the girls are in the wedding. I just want everything to be perfect.”
“It will be. And, you know why?”
Vicky cocked her head to the right.
“Because we’ve been best friends for many years. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we all agreed we’d be in each other’s weddings. This is just us keeping our promise.”
A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 2
What doesn't divide us makes us stronger.
While on their honeymoon, Annie and Jack are called back to Charleston, cutting their trip short. But no matter what the disaster, nothing can deter this dynamic duo from moving forward with their plans to build their dream home, Sweet Magnolia on Kiawah Island.
This is book two of the Charleston Harbor Novels set in historic Charleston, South Carolina where sweet tea and love for family prevail and is the balm that soothes the heart. Follow along in the series as the Powells and McPhersons live life to the fullest while overcoming many hardships, making them stronger, and bringing them closer than ever.
A Charleston Harbor Novel Book 3
When a hurricane threatens to wreak havoc on the South Carolina coast, Annie prepares Sweet Magnolia for what she thinks will be a day or two without electricity while Jack checks on Lady Powell down at the dock. But when Jack doesn’t return promptly, Annie becomes concerned.
Mary makes an announcement that makes her the center of attention, but Annie has a bit of news causing them to share the limelight.
Annie is having second thoughts about running the Sweet Indulgence. Is she just feeling the pressure of motherhood or could this be the end of the cupcakery she started from the ground up?
Sweet Carolina, the final installment of the Charleston Harbor Novels promises to be an uplifting clean and sweet contemporary women’s fiction laced with a romantic thread, where honor, family, love, and hope always prevail.
Debbie is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She currently lives in northern California where the hills are dotted with vineyards and the jagged coastline is nearby. Many of her books describe the beautiful area she calls home. She avidly supports animal rescue by donating a percentage of all book sales to rescue groups nationwide! Now here are a few more interesting tidbits of information about her!
1. Her spouse served in the U.S. Air Force for over 20 years. She uses some of her experiences as a military wife in some of her stories.
2. She has two granddaughters and a grandson.
3. She received her degree in Sociology in 2011 and graduated Magna Cum Laude.
4. She hasn't always dreamed of writing, but she's always loved reading and decided she'd give it a try. Her fans love her so much, she's still putting out books three years later.
5. Her very first book, The Salty Dog was an Amazon Best-seller.
6. You can follow all the latest news about releases, book signings and more on her website http://www.authordebbiewhite.com
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“We’re not friends. We’re not going to be friends.”
No, they’ll be so much more…
Escaping from a cheating fiancé in a “borrowed” car, Sienna Pierce can’t think of anywhere to go but Crimson, the hometown she swore she’d never go back to.
And Crimson sheriff Cole Bennett has a lot at stake in keeping the town on an even keel.
On the surface, they have nothing in common. Unfortunately, there is nothing superficial about their feelings for each other!
A beautiful, emotional, heartening story about family, expectations and finding your own place in life, but mostly, about falling in love in a small town setting.
I enjoyed this story immensely. There was something very special and authentic about the characters and their destinies. I loved that the secondary characters were so well built and had such an important and profound place in the story. And the leading characters, they just won my heart over from the very first scene.
Both Sienna Pierce and Crimson sheriff Cole Bennett were characters that were easy to connect with. They are strong, resilient, and smart, as well as loving, caring, and considerate people. And they are broken, hurt, and wounded by their families, and need healing to overcome the pain from the past.
Cole and Sienna set the pages sizzling, they have an obvious bond between them, there's a kinship of their souls and a tie that pulls them together. From the very first, they learn to lean on each other, they support the other, while battling the strong attraction towards each other.
Even though it is evident that there's a lot of water run under the bridge in Crimson, there are events in the past books that are relevant to the present, but this story was easy to read as a stand-alone novel, and the fact that I have not read the previous stories, was not an issue.
With lots of family drama, added to the small-town living, everyone knowing your business, and voicing their opinions, there is a good mix of humor, laughter, tears, and pain in the tale. Cole hides his pain, while Sienna's family troubles are for everyone to see and know. But there is a strong message of forgiveness, of learning to face your troubles and finding the way to communicate your hurt and heartbreak, finding the atonement, and getting the redemption.
The story took me by a positive surprise on many occasion with its strong voice and deep emotions. It is filled with heat, humor, and hurt, mixed with adoration and growing pains, on top of the swoon-worthy romance. An absolutely delightful romance story mixed thought-provoking family drama.
~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
Redeeming the Pirate
A Pirates and Petticoats Novel
by Chloe Flowers
Genre: Women's Action & Adventure Historical Romance
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He steals for the French crown.She heals for the Catholic church
He will heal her heart.She will steal his.
He shifted. The angle of his head gave her a full view of both narrowed silver eyes. “Why are you so eager to return?”
Before she could answer, the captain’s shoulders tensed and his attention whipped around to focus to the right of the trail ahead. Broad leafy shadows crossed the moonlit path. Nothing moved, no sounds.
No noises at all.
No beetles buzzing, no night creatures rustling in the underbrush, no chirping tree frogs. Her lungs tightened. Jamaica wasn’t without its dangerous beasts, both human and animal.
“What is it?” she whispered, gripping the edge of the cart seat, staring wildly into the dense flora.
“We’re being watched.” Easing a pistol from his belt with one hand, he pulled the reins with the other. The mule’s ears twitched; he stopped abruptly, attention forward, listening. The captain spoke in a low voice. “Easy.”
A lone figure stood on the trail a few yards ahead of them. “Why you be travelin’ dis time o’ night, Sistah Eva? You gots troubles?”
She slumped with relief. Miss Kalia. Next to her, the captain froze, his hands gripping the reins as if they kept him from falling into a burning pit of lava.
“I’m taking a sick child to the caves.”
“Girl-child then. Who wit you?”
She swallowed. The premonition. “Capitaine Gamponetti.”
Kalia grinned then cackled a short laugh. “Ah, yes, yes. Last time him saw I, him come from da red house. Long night wit da rum. Bad day next, eh Drago?”
The captain turned to granite beside her, likely embarrassed (as well he should be) that Miss Kalia had seen him leaving a brothel. Eva chewed her lip. Maybe she misread the man. Allowed desperation to dictate her impressions.
The old woman approached the wagon, swaying like seaweed with the tide, perhaps due to aching joints, but on a night like this, it was bewitching and unnerving, like an adder mesmerizing prey. The moonlight subdued her brightly patched skirt into shades of grayish-reds, greens, blues, and yellows. Colorful feathers poked out in every direction from the silver hair piled high on her head. A streak of white paint trailed from one ear, ran along her jawline, across her chin, ending at her other ear like a gruesome grin. Eva fought the strong desire to squirm closer to the pirate for protection. That would give her as much reassurance as jumping from an alligator’s jaws to a lion’s mouth.
Kalia hummed as she peered over the side at Jacqueline. “T’ought so. Eva, see I in a vision just now. Surrounded by thunder and frost, perched next to a jaguar black as night. Woke I wide up.” Before she could respond, the woman scampered up into the wagon bed bringing with her a strong tang of wood smoke.
Julian didn’t take his eyes from her but still leaned away as she bent over his sister. She placed her palm against the girl’s cheek, her brown hand contrasting sharply with the pale skin, even though it was still flushed with fever. She tilted Jacqueline’s head back, pressed her chin down to open her mouth. Sniffed her breath.
Unsure what to say or do, Eva dragged her gaze from the old woman to the captain. How long had those two known each other? His storm gray eyes followed the crone’s every move.
Miss Kalia hopped down and slipped to Eva’s side. The old woman grasped her hand and pressed a cluster of herbs against her clammy palm. “Her need dis. It make best tea for dee girl. Him,” she nodded toward Captain Gamponetti and lowered her voice until it was barely there. “Him must to drink dis.” She caught her gaze and held it, as she slid a small flask under the herbs. “Den dat what you want by him, you get.”
Eva shoved them into her bag, afraid to refuse them, and unsure of what else to do or say.
The old Jamaican woman stepped back from the wagon and lifted both hands in farewell. Or some sort of blessing?
Maybe a curse?
A white witch. A “good” witch, if there was such a thing. Sister Beatrice would say there was not. But Eva had seen too many things to denounce anything outright. There was no telling what spell Kalia incanted or bestowed upon them. The pirate slapped the reins and clucked the mule forward, none too soon.
As they passed, Kalia spoke again, but this time to him, her voice both smoky and chiseled, eyes black and white. “Change in de wind, Drago. Time come near for you to make a choice. Choose wrong way and die. Before de tree flowers bloom, you betray an ally and aide a foe…break a vow. Light beckons you, but de dark always a seductress.” Her wild stare locked with Eva’s. “Which voice will him follow? Him heart or him head?”
Tension radiated from the captain in waves of heat. Kalia had managed to slither past his, steely, rugged aura to poke the tiniest gap between courage and unease. The muscles in his jaw tightened, but he did not look at the old woman as they passed.
“I…I don’t know how to answer her question.” Eva looked over her shoulder, but the witch had disappeared. An awkward silence followed. The jungle remained paralyzed for several minutes.
He could have taken Jacqueline to Kalia, but he didn’t. Most island people would have sought the Obeah healer first. She peered at him again, understanding now why he hadn’t. A rigidity thrummed through his broad shoulders; he had a flare in his nostrils, a fierce glint in his eyes.
Then it hit her; she terrified him. Her curiosity flared. “Have you been acquainted with her long?”
The captain released a long breath. “Everyone knows Kalia. And Kalia knows everyone.” A wry smile seeped up to his eyes. The edges crinkled and a dimple settled in his cheek, giving him a roguish, but more pleasing look. Much like an unapologetic child holding a stolen cake. “In truth, I found there’s no way to avoid her even when it’s your intense desire.”
She learned much the same. A strange sense of balance lodged between them. Kalia unnerved him as much as he unnerved her. The vulnerability the old woman raked out of him made him less threatening. “The people here have great respect for Miss Kalia. It would be foolish to dismiss her or her methods. To do so would also betray the islander’s trust.”
The captain slapped the reins again and muttered, “Kalia’s black medicine attracts too much attention, especially from the white man. They do not understand it. White men fear what they don’t understand.”
“It’s not black medicine.” She corrected him. “Obeah is a very ancient healing practice.” Trying to ignore the twinge of foreboding they sent through her chest, she shifted the tea and the tonic to the bottom of her sack.
“Call it what you will, the white settlers and plantation owners fear it,” he rumbled.
How should she approach the last premonition? He had to be familiar with the old woman’s visions if indeed he knew who she was. How would he react? Surprise? Disbelief? She plunged ahead anyway.
“Miss Kalia stopped me at the market two days ago and told me a man would come to the abbey with a sick girl-child,” she blurted it out before she could stop herself. He would think her a ninny. Talking about an old woman’s premonitions as if they were gospel, which they were not.
Yet, a flicker of surprise shot across the captain’s face. “She did?”
So he was familiar with Kalia’s visions. “Yes, and here you are.”
“Indeed.” His brows dropped in thought, or perhaps concern.
She couldn’t, wouldn’t confide what Miss Kalia had said next. That was something she dared not repeat.
“Him not what him seem to be,” the old woman had whispered. “But den, so not are you.”
~Award-Winning Author~ Chloe Flowers writes historical women’s action and adventure romance novels about scoundrels, pirates, and spunky, independent heroines. She likes to challenge her characters by tossing them the middle of actual historical events, or with real historical characters.
Chloe is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Northeast Ohio Romance Writers and The Beau Monde Romance Writers group, where she serves as secretary. In 2011, she formed the Sunshine Critique Group so that she and other aspiring authors could motivate and challenge each other to become better writers. Six members have been published. She has given workshops and presentations on creating a critique group, how to provide effective critiques, story structure, and self-publishing lessons to writers groups, library patrons and children. In 2014, she started her own small publishing company, Flowers & Fullerton. Currently, she’s the publisher of record for authors Sheridan Jeane, H.O. Knight as well as herself.
Whether it’s dancing naked in a downpour at 3AM, zip-lining in a rainforest, or racing ponies, Chloe’s always looking for the next adventure. Her pets have always been named after favorite characters or action heroes: Indiana, Luke, Gimli, Thelma, Rocket, Forrest, Al Giordino, Severus, Mushu, Mérida, Gibbs, Jack…Dead Pool (he’s a goldfish).
Chloe’s biggest fault is her apparent inability to say “no” whether it’s in response to a call for aid or a double-dog-dare to hike home through 30 acres of a snow-covered forest at midnight…during a full moon. It was early morning during said adventure when she came upon a group of sheriff’s deputies searching for a lost girl. So, of course she offered to help. Turns out, they were searching for her.
In addition to her addiction to adrenaline, she has a weakness for good red wine, dark chocolate and brown-eyed guys with beards, which is probably why she digs pirates and treasure hunters and writes about action and adventure, pirates and romance (which is the greatest adventure of all).
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One perfect weekend changed his life
And now he’d die to protect his unborn child…
Two months ago, Roman Weber and Keira Spencer spent a breathless weekend together. But her sordid past and his privileged upbringing conspired against any happily-ever-after.
When Keira is targeted by a killer, Omega Sector assigns Roman to safeguard her—and possibly win her back. Then Keira reveals she’s pregnant, and Roman knows the killer must be stopped…if they ever hope to become a family.
Omega Sector: Under Siege
The Omega Sector's intense and riveting fight for survival continues as Damien Freihof has made it his mission in life to make the members of the Omega Sector suffer like he has suffered. Damien Freihof has made the battle personal, and it seems that the elite agency is crumbling under the attacks coming from all sides.
Most of the characters in this story are old acquaintances in the series, and I would recommend reading the previous books before reading this one, to grasp the whole picture. Not just with the malice, Damien Freihof is causing, but the female lead is also introduced previously, and to get the whole backstory, in my opinion, is rather important in this case.
Keira Spencer is an amazing heroine. She is as genuine as they come, she is a tough and strong woman, she is not afraid to stand up for herself, she is a survivor, and she is a role model, philanthropist, smart, independent lady who has learned the hard way to take care of herself. Keira is my favorite part of the story, she won my heart over when she was first introduced, and she was shining in this tale, as well.
I liked Keira and Roman Weber together, they seemed to have such a special, good, solid, sizzling, connection at the beginning of the tale. The chemistry was there, the spark was more like an inferno, and they both were really into each other. Until they were not.
One of my pet peeves in romance novels is the grown people who let their meddling parents influence their lives, especially if those parents are snobbish, arrogant, and/or condescending like Roman's mother. I'm not going to get more into details so I don't give away anything, but his mother never won me over, after everything she did. And Roman, well, there's a rant here that would give away the whole suspense plot of the story, so I just say that he is a very lucky man, indeed.
Ah, do not get me wrong I did enjoy the book. I was clued into the story, it is compelling, it touched my emotions and broke my heart a bit. It is engrossing, filled with twists, and it fast paced even though it takes over a longer period of a time. The story is filled with dangerous attacks, that puts some of our favorite characters into life and death situations, that had me gasping, and worried sick for their survival. I enjoyed the story immensely, it was a great continues to the series, and I can't wait to read the last installment, next month, to find out how it all will be solved.
And Keira, she will definitely go to the hall of fame as one of my favorite heroines of all times. That survival instinct accompanied by the desire and will to help and better other people's lives, the smarts and guts, she is a true 'shero' and every time I think of her, the song Super Woman by Alicia Keys plays in my mind. She deserves all the best in the world, and at the end, Roman might just grow to fit that spot perfectly.
What will happen to the Omega Sector? Will it crumble and fall at the multiple of attacks by the criminal mastermind? Are they able to catch the killer, the one person who has hurt them and their loved ones? Will there be Omega Sector left after Damien Freihof is done and ready with them? The hurt and injured agents that we have grown to care for, what will be their future and destiny, will the recover fully, will they all survive? So many questions left open at the end, and I can't wait to find out what will happen!
~ Four Spoons
Series: New York Knights novella, book 3
Author: Anna B. Doe
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Cover Design: Oh So Novel
Graphic Design: Čitaholičarka
Release Date: May 25th, 2018
This story is as old as time.
Girl meets boy.
They fall in love and, after their fair share of highs and lows, they finally get their happily ever after …
Only in my story, happily ever after seems to be so far away.
William and I are together, but we’re apart.
It’s hard and painful, but we make do because not being together is harder than having a long-distance relationship.
Every turn is more painful than the last, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.
If we are ready for it.
For more than a year, I waited.
For more than a year, I was a good boy playing by the rules.
For more than a year, I’ve been waiting for the right moment.
I gave her time she needed.
The time we needed.
I watched her go in and out of my life, time and time again.
But I’m done playing this game.
I can see the pain in her eyes. The pain that matches my own.
It’s time to end this and claim what’s mine.
Because I’m hers, and she’s mine and we … We’re forever.
One more step.
Will’s Adam’s apple wobbles as he swallows. His lips land on my forehead. The kiss long and hard.
My eyes fall shut, and I just let myself feel. I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry in front of him. The first time we said goodbye I cried in front of him and it was too painful. For both of us.
His fingers lift my chin. I open my eyes, and through the blur, I see him bend down to kiss me. Soft and loving. Prolonging this moment to the maximum.
Soft whimpers come out of my mouth and tears burn in my eyes, but I hold them in. Slowly, we break the kiss, and I take the final step back.
I love you, I mouth and then cover my mouth with a trembling hand.
The pain in his eyes is so clear, so real, and I hurt even more for him. I know this is the end. The place where we have to say our goodbyes and walk separate ways.
His fingers grip mine stronger, not letting go.
“I love you, Tink. Soon.”
We’ll be together soon.
It doesn’t make it easier, though.
So, with my backpack over my shoulders and suitcase in my hand, I turn my back to the love of my life and go through check-in.
Our fingers hold on as long as they can reach, but the distance grows stronger, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
I don’t turn around. I don’t even peek over my shoulder. It would break us both.
With tears held in as long as humanly possible, I walk away. And when I’m a safe distance from him I let them fall.
I let myself feel it all.
So much love.
by Debbie Williams
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Chloe is from a rich, controlling family. Finally able to embark on life, she finds herself free from the clutches of her controlling father. Enter Kai, who comes to her aid when her car strands her on the side of the road. She just doesn’t realise how much things are about to change. A close bond soon builds between them, but deep dark secret ties their families together and threatens to blow them apart.
Will they both survive?
Debbie Williams is married with 3 grown up kids, a beautiful daughter in law and an even more gorgeous grandson.
She is a Fibromyalgia sufferer who found a new outlet by writing to help fill her days.
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