Sometimes the one you were meant to be with…
Marisol Lorenzo landed her dream job as an Assistant U.S. Attorney and is working on the case that could make her career; now she’s determined to put away the most dangerous drug lord in the country. But his incarceration has opened up a lethal turf war among his lieutenants. Their enforcers are out hunting their enemies, and anyone who gets in their way. When one of them sets his sights on Marisol, she turns to a man she grew up with and has wanted for years—a member of the FBI’s elite Hostage Rescue Team. Even though she thinks he’ll break her heart when he leaves town, it’s a risk she’s willing to take. Has been right in front of you all along. Special Agent Ethan Cruz is back home in Miami with his team to take down a dangerous fugitive linked to the case Marisol is working on. He’s focused on his job and not looking for a relationship, until she captures his attention so completely that he’s consumed with the need to make her his. Though he knows he should keep his distance, the explosive attraction sizzling between them makes it impossible. He’s always had a soft spot for her but now his feelings are so intense he can’t shut them off. What starts off as desire quickly runs deeper, becoming something more powerful than he’s ever known. And when Marisol winds up in the crosshairs of the most lethal enforcer of all, he’ll put everything on the line to save her.
Fast, toe curling, action, characters that you fill fall in love with and relate to, a plot that keeps you glued to your book. I absolutely love Kaylea Cross' style of writing, and her romantic suspense and military stories are some of my all time favorite ones.
The suspense in the story built through the tale, and the tension get higher as the story progresses. The plot is well thought out, there's twists, and combinations, that puzzle your mind, and the interest to the story doesn't fade through the book. I love the team, how seamlessly they work together, the brotherhood between them, and the complete support they give each other. I enjoyed that the other team members also get a voice and a point of view in the story, where it is appropriate, and fits into the plot. What makes a difference in the story, is that the villain, or one of them, also gets his point of view, his story, past, present, emotions, anger, and hopes for the future, are also part of the whole. As a reader, I got a connection with him, understood his reasons, his goals, and why he was in the situation he was in. That gave the story deeper dimensions in my mind, and to the climax of the action, a different kind of reaction, emotional connection. The romance between Ethan and Marisol is passionate, yet adorable. I loved them together, the tender sweetness, the steaming adoration, the understanding, the need to protect and take care of, the desire and will to make it work, and built a future together. Yes, the steam of the ereader's screen, but it was beautifully done, and so fitting to the story. Delightful and charming characters, you want to spend time with, action that takes your mind to the edge, romance that makes you sigh and swoon, absolutely five spoons deserving romantic suspense! ~ Five Spoons!
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Winning the Billionaire
Seattle Bachelors #2 By: J.M. Stewart Releasing June 14, 2016 Forever Yours
In the tradition of E.L. James and Sylvia Day comes a sultry new series starring women who want to live out their wildest dreams . . .
When it comes to love, this billionaire is all business . . . Software mogul Christina McKenzie has loved billionaire Sebastian Blake since they were kids. So when Seattle's most famous bachelor-and perennial playboy-finally asks Christina out, her fantasies kick into overdrive. Things become hot and heavy . . . but what's she supposed to do when she starts to fall for him? Sebastian's never been one to settle down, and Christina knows she's just another notch in his bedpost. Sebastian knows that smart, kind Christina deserves better than him. But after the mind-blowing night they just shared, he's ready to turn a sexy fling into the real deal. Keeping his freedom is one thing, yet keeping Christina in his bed-and in his life-is all Sebastian can think about . . .
“Damn it, Christina.” He pivoted and stalked across the space between them, backed her against the counter behind her, and set his hands on either side of her. His eyes narrowed, his gaze hot and confrontational. “Go. Home.”
More than a little surprised by his sudden nearness, she swallowed hard, her heart hammering a mile a minute. He was so close, his every breath whispered over her lips, warm, with a slight hint of mint that made her yearn to discover the flavor on his tongue. She ignored the intense desire to close the remaining inches between them and held her ground. This wasn’t about her desire. He needed her, whether he wanted to admit it or not. She angled her chin higher. “Or what? I’m not afraid of you. You can’t boss me around.” If he wanted a fight, though, she’d give him one, because she knew him enough to know he would attempt to intimidate her. No doubt in order to get her to leave him alone to his misery. If a subject had anything to do with emotion, he avoided it as if it were a highly contagious disease. She’d never let the tactic work before, and she wouldn’t now. This time, though, he didn’t do what she expected him to. Rather, his right hand slid into her hair, and before she could blink, he pulled her mouth to his. He didn’t give her a chance to back away, to approve or deny his assault. His kiss wasn’t fleeting, either, or soft and seductive, the way she’d always envisioned. His lips plied hers, tugging and demanding. His tongue stroked the seam of her mouth, a hot slide that had her gasping and opening for him. He took full advantage and swept in, his tongue restless in her mouth. She whimpered. What she needed to do was push him away. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He was lost in grief. Her body, however, didn’t seem to be listening. His mouth was warm and luscious, and her arms wound themselves around his neck. How many times over the years had she imagined this moment? How many times had she stroked herself to orgasm fantasizing about his hands and his mouth on her body? Yet the reality far exceeded the fantasy, and God help her, she didn’t have the strength to deny him. Unfortunately, the fantasy didn’t last long. As abruptly as he’d grabbed her, he released her. His breaths came harsh and shallow, his chest heaving in time with the fierce pounding of her heart. “That’s what. It’s been a shitty day, Tina, and I’m feeling very ornery and very needy.” As if to prove his point, he set his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned into her, rocking his hips against hers. The full press of his lean body against her had any thought of protest flitting away like wisps on a breeze. Sebastian was aroused, and his erection pressed into the softness of her stomach. He didn’t feel like a small boy, either. She itched to reach down and stroke the length of his cock. She longed to put an end to the wondering and finally discover exactly how big he really was, yearned to know the soft, intimate heat of his skin. The intensity of his stare held her trapped. Sapphires. He had eyes the colors of deep, brilliant sapphires. They were usually intense and focused. Right then, they were in full seduction mode. Never in a million years would she have thought to find herself on the receiving end of that captivating stare. She’d never been the kind of girl who went all tongue-tied over a man, who giggled and sighed. She was a woman in a male-dominated industry; she could hold her own with most men. But right then? God help her, she wanted to do exactly that: giggle like a giddy schoolgirl and beg him to fuck her senseless.
J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She's a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.
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No Stranger to Love
Tavonesi Series #9 By: Pamela Aares Released May 29th, 2016 SeaStar Press
Juliet Cabot is no stranger to trouble, but she never imagined that her work defending endangered sea turtles on a beautiful Greek island would turn deadly. Threats to her life force her to call for help from the man who's haunted her dreams for years—wine country landowner and international polo star Parker Tavonesi.
Parker owes Juliet big time for getting him out of a fix in the past. Handsome, resourceful and fearless, she trusts him with her life but she vowed she would never trust him with her heart. When danger enshrouds them and warm island nights cause their bottled-up passions to flare, Juliet's every fantasy could become reality . . . unless the dark secrets of a sultry paradise prove fatal, not just for the struggling sea turtles but for Parker and Juliet as well.
THERE WAS NOTHING PARKER LIKED BETTER THAN A great party. Well, almost nothing. He did like winning a ball-busting polo match and the satisfaction of a great grape harvest.
He stared out at the party he’d arranged for his brother’s birthday. The band blared out a brilliant cover of “Stand by Me.” Dancers shouted and raised their hands over their heads on the dance floor, and Beau gave him a thumbs-up from across the room. But his thoughts weren’t caught up in the swirl of lights, pulsing music and celebrating dancers. Five minutes before the first guests had arrived, Juliet’s email had arrowed into his life, upsetting the smooth facade he preferred to show to the outside world. He hadn’t heard from Juliet since the day of the Sommelier shoot, two and a half months ago. Except for her formal thank-you for his donation to the seal rescue center. On letterhead. Typed. A week later he’d sent her the email announcing the party for the First Flight launch. He’d added a postscript reminding her that if she ever needed him, all she had to do was ask. She’d responded by checking the response box that said Not Attending. Though he appreciated what social media made possible for marketing his business, he preferred old-fashioned, face-to-face communication. It left less to interpretation. To the imagination. He didn’t blame Juliet for taking off without saying goodbye. Just as he couldn’t be angry with his sister. He regretted his insensitive remarks, but by the time he’d heard of their conversation, the damage had been done. Perhaps Zuri’s truth-telling had been for the best. He wasn’t relationship material. And a woman like Juliet deserved a man who was. After the wine launch, he’d thrown himself into hard riding, harder work at the vineyard and crafting the perfect elaborate party for Beau’s birthday. As if the fiendish buzz of busyness would salve the regret that tugged at him. He skirted the dance floor and walked along the rose-lined garden path that led to his library. A tap of his finger and Juliet’s message lit his computer screen. Her simply worded email alarmed him. I need you for a matter of great importance. Come to Zantos. I’ll explain when you arrive. The three short sentences were already pulling him across the thousands of miles to Greece. Knowing her, she’d had to swallow her pride to even ask him for help. He owed her. Big-time. More than she knew. The magazine cover and five-page article had shot First Flight and his vineyard to world prominence. He’d sold out the vintage and had orders for the next. The cover photo of him and Juliet kissing had gone viral. No one could buy publicity like that. He stared at the cover he’d had framed to hang on the wall of his library. Like a sentinel guarding a world beyond his grasp, the cover glared at him, mocking him. How could memories be both delicious and disturbing at the same time? He could still feel the lushness of Juliet’s lips and the heat of her skin beneath his hand. He’d loved the spunky way she’d sparred with him. Loved? Maybe too strong a word. He wasn’t sure he was cut out for that fine emotion. He ignored the voice of warning whispering in the depths of his mind as he put his fingers on the keyboard. She’d asked for help, he would give it. With a few clicks, he had a reservation for a flight to Athens the next evening. And a flight out to Zantos Island after he had time to clear customs. Another few clicks, and a few typed words that didn’t reveal any of the mixed emotions roiling through him, and he’d informed Juliet of his arrival.
Pamela Aares is a USA Today Bestselling, award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance novels. Her contemporary series, The Tavonesi Series, explores the lives, loves, friendships and sizzling romances of the Tavonesi family.
Her popularity as a romance writer continues to grow with each new book release, so much so, that the Bay area author has drawn comparisons by reviewers to Nora Roberts. Pamela Aares writes romance books that she loves reading, particularly those that entertain, transport and inspire dreams while captivating and tugging at the heart. She takes her readers on a journey with complex characters in both contemporary and historical settings who are thrown in situations that tempt love, adventure and self-discovery. Before becoming a romance author, Aares wrote and produced award-winning films including Your Water, Your Life, featuring actress Susan Sarandon and NPR series New Voices, The Powers of the Universe and The Earth’s Imagination. If not behind her computer, you can probably find her reading a romance novel, hiking the beach or savoring life with friends. You can visit Pamela on the web at http://www.PamelaAares.com. Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
30 Nights
The 30 Series #2 By: Christine d'Abo Releasing May 31, 2016 Kensington
Baring your body is simple--but baring your soul might just change everything
The last thing Glenna O'Donald expected to stumble upon in a cemetery was a pack of index cards. And not just any cards--each one contains instructions for a seriously kinky, no-holds-barred sexual encounter. Glenna, an over-analytical research assistant by day, is suddenly tempted to conduct some nocturnal experiments of her own. Especially when gorgeous university professor Eric Morris offers to be her lab partner. Soon Glenna begins meeting with Eric once a week to try out the suggestions that intrigue her most. In between those daring nights of sensual exploration are work days filled with laughter and flirting…until Glenna fears she's getting in too deep. For all the pleasure she's giving and receiving, Glenna wants more than skin-on-skin interaction--and Eric realizes he's about to lose the intimate connection he didn't know he needed. Can they find the courage to take this game to the next level? As hot as it is heartwarming, Christine d'Abo's fresh, witty novel proves that practice makes perfect, and that some games are worth playing…
“I’m telling you, the staff barbecue is the perfect place for you to talk to him.” She opened her lunch and the smell of kimchi rice filled the room.
The him she was referring to was Professor Eric Morris. The tall, dark-haired, super-fit sociology professor had a voice that could melt hearts and drop panties with a simple hello. Professor Eric Morris, who had more female students in his class than anyone else on campus. A man who rarely smiled, but when he looked at you there was no doubt he not only saw you, but every thought and feeling that flitted through your head. He starred in far too many of my nightly fantasies for me to admit without sounding like a crazy, obsessed stalker. The man, who in the year and a bit that he’d been teaching at the college, I’d barely managed to say two words to, because I was, as Jasmine put it, a coward. “I love you like a sister, Jaz. But there is no way I’m going to say anything to him. Ever.” It was the Friday before the Labor Day weekend, the last workday before the start of the school year. Most of the professors from the college were gone, taking their last bit of vacation to play golf, read, or do whatever their passions happened to be. I loved working this time of year. The school was quiet. It always felt as though someone had taken a deep breath and were waiting to exhale. A collective pause before the chaos to come. This year was going to be especially awesome. Professor Mickelson, my boss, had already been away for three months on his semester-long sabbatical. I still had four more months of only communicating with him via e-mail. Heaven! “Are you insane?” Jasmine threw her napkin at me. “This is the perfect time for you to do it. He’ll be there. You’ll be there. Your crazy boss won’t be there. You might even be able to relax and have fun for once.” She was my best friend in the whole wide world, but there were times when Jasmine scared the shit out of me. I looked down at my hands and picked at the dry skin around my nail. “I just can’t.” “What’s the worst that can happen? He’ll say no. At the very least you’ll have an answer and you can move on to someone else.” A grad student chose that moment to come into the kitchen. He didn’t even look at us as he made his way to the coffee machine. I leaned forward to close the distance between me and Jasmine. “I’m quite happy with my fantasies, thank you.” “I bet you are. I bet you dream about climbing up his body and licking every inch of his skin.” The grad student looked at us wide-eyed before he spun away quickly. I got the impression he was still listening, no doubt wanting to get some dirt that could be passed around the student lounge. Great, like I needed that kind of attention. I nodded my head in the direction of our friend. “Can you keep your voice down a bit?” “Not if you’re not going to listen to my advice.” She leaned back and crossed her arms, her eyes locked onto mine. “You need to make a move before someone else snatches him up.” Now the grad student wasn’t even pretending that he wasn’t paying attention. Jasmine must have picked up on it too, because in the next instant she turned around and glared at him. “Don’t you have someplace to be, Stuart? Like running your tutorial?” “Ah, yeah. Yes.” For a moment I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head. “Then move your ass.” Jasmine pointed at the door and narrowed her gaze. I’d never seen a person move that quickly before in my life. When she turned her glare back on me, I knew I wasn’t going to be spared anything. “Glenna, I know you don’t believe me, but this is the truth. You are not meant to be alone. You and Eric would be cute together. He’s serious, you’re serious. Just think about what sex would be like with him. Jesus, if I weren’t gay even I’d be tempted to take him for a ride my-self.” And there was a mental picture I so didn’t want—my best friend and my crush fucking. “I hate you.” I pulled my tuna sandwich out of my container and took a giant bite. “He doesn’t even know I’m alive. Saying hello to him at the barbecue isn’t going to do anything to help get him into my bed.” “Well, you can’t expect him to fuck you if you can’t at least have a simple conversation.” She took a big bite of her kimchi and waved her fork around. “Maybe you can get drunk and then grope his ass. Then you’d have to go apologize. There might be groveling. ‘Oh, please Eric, how can I ever make it up to you?’” She batted her eyelashes at me before laughing. “You should see your face.” “You’re an asshole. Why are we even friends?” “Because I showed you how to shotgun a beer our first week of college.” “Only after I saved your ass with that essay.” But as she knew, my brain does this thing that as soon as someone puts a thought out there I can’t help but picture how things will work out, all the way to their natural conclusion. In my head I saw myself at the party. Eric would walk by on his way to the food table or something. I’d “accidentally” bump into him as he passed me and look into his eyes all surprised. Maybe I’d even spill a drink on myself. He’d think he’d done it and would help me clean myself. I’m sorry, Glenna. How can I make up for this? Oh nothing. It was an accident. I can’t stand by while I’ve done you wrong. At least let me give you a clean shirt. I’d blush, of course, because who wouldn’t. Thank you. Why don’t you take mine? His voice would be that low rumble that always seemed to turn me on. His eyes would be locked onto me as he’d slowly unbutton his shirt. Wow, Eric. Your chest is so firm. Would you like to see the rest of me? And bam, crazy-monkey sex! If only. I cleared my throat and quickly took another bite of my sandwich. “I don’t think Eric likes anyone. Or has sex. Or anything. He’s always on his own.” “Baby, I’ve seen that man. He’s having sex. As much as he wants with whomever he wants to do it with. I keep telling you all you need to do is go after him.” “He doesn’t know I’m alive,” I said again. And I was essentially a coworker. That went against so many things on my mental “don’t touch” list I couldn’t fathom it. “Whose fault is that? Not his. If you want someone then you need to do something about it. Life doesn’t reward the cautious.” “Sometimes it does.” “You don’t believe that.” I hated when she was right. “Maybe.” “You’re a research assistant who lives in the world of studies and observations. Talk to him—hell, I was serious about the groping. I’m sure you could chalk this up to some exception-ally hands-on research project.” “God, you’re a child sometimes. I don’t need a man to fulfill me when I have a perfectly good vibrator at home to help—” “Baby, all you do is masturbate.” “—live out my fantasies. I’d be scared that the reality would never live up to the imaginary Eric that I’ve created in my head.” It was in that moment that my skin began to tingle. We were still alone in the kitchen, but I could have sworn someone was there. It was probably Stuart standing outside in the hall trying to get some more dirt. Well, he was out of luck because I was done being browbeaten by Jasmine. “I need to get back soon. Professor Mickelson left me a pile of books to pull and outline for him. He’ll be chasing me through e-mails if I’m not done soon.” Thankfully, she sighed, signaling the end of her teasing. “When does the old goat get back?” “He’s off all term, but he’s threatened to come back around the end of October for a check-in. Then I’m sure he’ll have me buried in another bunch of new projects before the next term starts.” “I’d better head out too. I have a one-thirty meeting. Apparently the CS profs want to do a study on online learning again. I have to pull some old case studies so they don’t rehash an old thesis.” “Blah.” The echo of our chairs scraping as we stood filled the room. One second I was picking up my garbage and taking it to the garbage can, and in the next I was face-to-face with the object of my lust. Professor Eric Morris stood in the doorway, coffee mug in hand. Well, stood isn’t quite the right description. It’s more like he loomed. He’s probably only a smidgen over six feet tall, but being only five foot four myself, it makes for a huge difference from my perspective. Mind you, being eye level with his chest was no hardship. His dress shirts fit him perfectly, but they couldn’t hide the muscles beneath. As usual, I was paying more attention to his pecs—Were they really as firm as they looked?— rather than his face. That was why I didn’t immediately notice him staring at me. Which he totally was. And there was my blush. “Umm, hi, Professor Morris.” Woot, go me! I finally spoke to him. “Glenna.” God, his voice! It was a lot lower than any other man’s voice that I knew and had a way of seeping into my body when he spoke. Could the sound of a voice be an aphrodisiac? If so, then I could listen to him read the phone book and probably have an orgasm. Jasmine cleared her throat and I realized that we’d been standing staring at each other for longer than was normal. I looked at the garbage in my hand and then at the garbage can directly behind him. “Umm, sorry. I just need to . . .” I’d half-expected him to move to the side so I could reach it. Instead he stayed put, forcing me to step awkwardly around him. I clamped my mouth closed as I moved so he wouldn’t be subjected to the stench of my tuna breath. As I brushed past him, I got a nose full of his aftershave. It wasn’t a brand that I knew, but he smelled awesome and it always made me a bit giddy when he was nearby. I could always tell when he’d been in a room, my nose keenly aware of his lingering scent. It was only after I finally dropped my garbage into the bin that Eric moved over to the coffee machines. I wasn’t a close colleague to him and hadn’t worked on any of his projects since he’d come to the school, so I didn’t have much I could say to him. Not that he was particularly easy to speak to with his back to us. I scampered over to the table and grabbed my things. “I need to stop and get some paper for my printer.” “Cool.” Jasmine was clearly trying to fight off a laughing fit. “Want to grab a coffee before we go? You look like you could use one.” I’m going to kill her. “No, I’m good for now.” Just before we left the kitchen, Jasmine piped up. “Have a great day, Professor Morris.” “You as well, Ms. Houng, Glenna.” Yes, she was going to die in the most painful way possible. Somehow I managed to keep my mouth shut until we were out of earshot. “I hate you.” “Are you kidding me? For a second I thought he was going to throw you over the table and fuck you in front of me.” “You’re high. He doesn’t know me.” “Don’t be so dramatic. He knew your name, which means he knows who you are. And you couldn’t see his face the way I did. Not only does that boy know you’re alive, but he’s interested.” “Whatever.” She was just trying to get me going. He couldn’t be interested. As we were about to turn the corner, I looked back down the hall toward the kitchen. Eric was standing there, coffee cup in his hand, staring back at me. He wasn’t interested, was he? Until today I didn’t even think he remembered my name. We were almost back to the office when I heard my cell phone ringing. I missed it, but when I finally got to my desk and checked, I saw that there were four missed calls from my mom. “Shit.” “What’s wrong?” Jasmine turned her seat to face me. “Not sure yet. Sec. Hey, Mom. Sorry, I was at lunch.” “Glenna, hon.” It took no time to realize that she’d been crying. “What’s wrong? Is it Dad?” “No, your father’s fine. It’s Great Glenna.” I closed my eyes and felt the blood drain from my face. “Oh no.” “She’s in the hospital, but the doctors aren’t sure she’s going to make it through the night. Can you come?” “Where are you?” “They took her to St. Joseph’s.” “I’m on my way.” Jasmine was on her feet standing in front of me when I hung up. “Hon, what’s wrong?” “It’s my great-grandmother. She’s dying.”
Christine d’Abo is a romance novelist and short story writer, with over thirty publications to her name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her husband, daughters, and her two dogs.
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The terror of his year 4 schooldays was in town, and his knee-jerk reaction had not made a good impression. Drawn to this spirited rubenesque beauty, can Grant convince her to give him another chance?
After a less than warm welcome, Tam is suspicious of the handsome vet’s motives. Already burned twice, she isn’t ready for another round. Then there’s Gully’s Fall’s own mystery... the Stealth Thief…
She was the cause of his childhood nightmares, he was the star of her childhood dreams...
Tam had her heart broken, twice, recently, and wasn't about to let it happen for the third time. When Grant, her childhood crush, seems less than happy to see her again, she just wants to stay away from him. Grant realized as soon as his knee jerk reaction happened, that he was being rude. But Tam wasn't about to hear his explanations or apologies, no matter how sincere. There several elements in the story, that are so easy to relate to, that has happened to most of us in one form or another. I truly enjoyed the tale, it made me sigh, and laugh, and smile and tear up. Emotional connection to the characters was as easy as to like them. Tam and Grant together were smoking hot, the chemistry between them was amazing, and Grant finding his alpha side, was at times hilarious. The friends, like always at Gully's Fall, are loyal, the banter brilliant, entertaining, and source of many laughs. I surely am going to miss them, this being the last book in the series. Between the smoking hot romance, the life of the circle of friends, the amusing events and people of the small town, and barrel of pets, the story has a message, that is hard to ignore. It encourages everyone to live fully, not to settle down for less, not letting people take advantage of you, and what it really is like, when a person truly loves another, accepts another, just the way they are. The story has a monologue, that Grant delivers at the town fair, that made me want to stand up, and salute him. So often people are only looking at the outside appearance, and judging others by their looks, not bothering to see the true person, or accept the fact that no one is perfect. I have always loved Angela Verdenius' BBW books, the stories are well written, fun, entertaining, and touching, carrying a message of accepting people as they are, this story given me a great reminder of the fact, that not all romance is written about those 'perfect people', but real, positive stories are written about characters little closer to home to many of us, that are solid, sincere, and relatable, and as raw and real as life to many of us is. Please, Ms Verdenius, keep them stories coming! ~ Five Spoons
Something bad is happening around Gully’s Fall, and RSPCA Inspector Moz Baylon is concerned about Del, the fiercely independent clothes shop owner. She’s seeing more than is safe for her. One concerned warning, however, leads unexpectedly to a whole new level of awareness between them.
Between two people, one spark can lead to a fire. When darkness falls, seeing too much can lead to danger.
Alpha male, independent woman, smoldering attraction, loyal friends, and illegal dog fighting ring keeps the story hopping, and the tale intriguing.
I am a huge fan of the Australian author, Angela Verdenius, and her BBW books, that she has written several series about. This book, Gully's Fall #5, is part of one of those series, but not a BBW (big, beautiful women) story. Yet, as enjoyable, fun, and delightful as the other stories have been. The group of friends is tight, loyal, and steady. You can always count on them, to be there for you to hang out, celebrate, protect, stand by you, or rip you a new one. The bickering between them is brilliantly written, hilarious, and always manages to make me smile. This story also has elements of danger and suspense. As a romantic suspense fan, I appreciated the way the suspense was set into the tale, the danger and surprises coming, and keeping the reader on the edge. Del has watched her best friends fall in love, and now it was finally her turn. Moz is perfect for her, and the chemistry they have in between them, was scorching hot. Del being so opinionated, stubborn, and loud with her mouth, I loved how Moz embrace her as she is, accepted her just the way she was, not trying to change her, just to keep her happy and safe. Not an easy job always, to keep her safe, that is. Moz is a true alpha, protective, controlling to the point, intimidated just by his size, but he has a kind, caring heart and mind, he is loving towards Del, and the man loves his cat, and to cook, and bake! I loved how their relationship developed, how Moz gave Del time to adjust into it. They had so much more going on than just the physical attraction, the ease they had with each other, and how they took care of each other, just made me swoon. Rowdy, yet a loyal group of friends, romance that makes you smile, shed a tear, and sigh so deep, danger that takes you by surprise, and adorable cats all over the place, I love it! ~ Five Spoons
Planning for Love
Love, California Style #2 By: Ellen Butler Released January 26, 2015 Crimson Romance
Poppy Reagan is a Type A personality who runs her professional life with the precision of a Swiss watch. After catching her latest boyfriend cheating, she decides it’s time to take her dating life as seriously as she does her business. She swears off the bad boys and strategically maps out a plan to find an honest, attractive man to become her life partner.
As she works her way through a summer of dates ranging from crazy to plain boring, she begins to wonder if her soulmate’s even on the same coast. Her foolish emotional spirit secretly yearns for the sexy Ohio dermatologist she met on a trip to Hawaii last year. The one who she insists is “just a friend,” because she refused to engage in a long-distance relationship. Will her heart overrule her head and move this California girl to the Midwest? Planning for Love is a 2016 InD'tale RONE Finalist in the Chick Lit Category
“You’re behind the times.”
“Probably so. I’m not much on technology. My phone is four years old and I’m told it’s considered a dinosaur. So, how have the computer dates been going?” I stared at the green lip on the coffee cup. “I’ve just started.” He snorted, “That well?” I allowed the silence to speak for me. “Sorry. I’m not usually such a jerk. I’m out of my element.” “What is your element?” His eyes narrowed and his jaw muscles worked. “You like adventure?” I lifted a shoulder. “Sure. Who doesn’t like an adventure?” “You have anywhere you need to be in the next, say…” he studied his watch, “three hours?” My curiosity piqued. “Three hours? Not in particular.” He ducked under the table to glance at my crossed legs. “You wouldn’t happen to carry a pair of boots or tennis shoes in your car?” “I have a gym bag. Yoga pants, T-shirt, sweatshirt, shoes, socks.” I rattled off, listing each one by finger. “A well prepared woman, I love it.” He rose and held out his hand. “C’mon, let’s get your stuff.” “I need gym gear for a three hour breakfast?” “That’s right, I promised you breakfast. Wait here.” Campbell sauntered over to the counter and perused the glass case of pastries. He exchanged conversation with the barista behind the counter and pointed to different confections, and I turned back to the table to gather my materials. “All set.” He held the bag aloft. I rose, shouldering my tote and grasping my coffee like a lifeline. What the hell am I doing? It’s an adventure; you said you were up for an adventure. Yes, but I hardly know this guy. Just go with it. As my subconscious argued with itself, Cambell held the door for me. “Where’s your car?” “I lucked out. Street parking, around the corner.” “That’s me, right there.” He indicated a black four door jeep with a hard top, big knobby wheels and splashes of dirt fanned along the sides. “Okay, why don’t you stay here, I’ll drive round the block and follow you.” “No need. Let’s get your stuff, I’ll drive.” My head moved from side to side. “I don’t think so. I’d feel more comfortable if I followed you.” “It’s about forty-five minutes away.” “So.” “Fine,” he sighed. “We’ll take your car.” “Hold up,” I placed a hand on his chest. “I’m not getting in a car alone with a stranger.” A light bulb went on. “Ah. I see. Did you read this in a dating handbook? You’re right. You shouldn’t get into a car with a stranger, except, I’m not a stranger. We were introduced through mutual friends.” “First, Erika and Neil, though very nice people, are not my friends. They’re clients, and I’ve only known them a few days. Second, you’re much larger and stronger than me. It wouldn’t take much to overpower me, steal my car, and leave me stranded along the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.” “Hey, I offered to drive.” He ran his hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ears. I frowned. “Okay, okay. I get it. Here’s what we’re gonna to do. Who’s on speed dial on your phone?” “Why does that matter.” He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Work with me. Who’s on speed dial?” “Office co-workers, best friends, my mom…” “Who’s expecting to see you soon?” “That would be either Sierra my assistant, or Cody an account manager.” “Call one of them, and tell her you’re going to Malibu for an adventure. Then take a photo of me and text it to her. Tell her if she doesn’t hear from you in three hours to call the police and turn me in.” “Hmm…it’s a thought.” “Here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, deftly flicking it open. I sucked in a breath. He laid the sharp end in his palm and offered the handle to me. “You can hold onto this for security. If I make any false moves you have my permission to gut me with it.” A passerby eyed the knife and scuttled quickly through a neighboring shop door. “Oh, for the love of Pete. Put that thing away,” I hissed. “We’ll do the photo thing. Say cheese.” I held up my phone and clicked a photo.
Ellen Butler is an award winning novelist living in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC. She holds a Master’s Degree in Public Administration and Policy, and her history includes a long list of writing and editing for dry but illuminating professional newsletters, and windy papers on public policy. The leap to novel writing was simply a creative outlet for Ellen’s over active and romantic imagination to run wild. She is an admitted chocoholic and confesses to a penchant for shoe shopping
Planning for Love won The Romance Reviews Readers’ Choice Award for Romantic Comedy and you can find the entire Love, California Style trilogy on Amazon and other major eBook retailers. Book club questions for Ellen’s novels can be found on her website. Author Links: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads
Chasing the Heiress
The Muses' Salon #2 By: Rachael Miles Releasing May 31, 2016 Zebra Shout
Heiress On The Run
Lady Arabella Lucia Fairborne has no need of a husband. She has a fine inheritance for the taking, a perfectly capable mind, and a resolve as tough as nails. But what she doesn't have is the freedom to defy her cousin's will--and his will is to see her married immediately to the husband of his choosing. So is it any wonder that she dresses herself as a scullery maid and bolts into the night? Colin Somerville's current mission for the home office is going poorly. Who would have expected otherwise for a rakish spy tasked with transporting a baby to the care of the royal palace. But when, injured and out of ideas, Colin stumbles upon a beautiful maid who knows her way around a sickroom, it seems salvation has arrived. Until he realizes that though Lucy may be able to help him survive his expedition, he may not escape this ordeal with his heart intact…
It had taken Colin two days to travel to Holywell, two days in which he had steeled himself to smile and be charming. But ultimately the princess had charmed him. Heiress to a mining magnate, Marietta had caught the eye of a visiting (and impoverished) member of the Habsburg royal family. Though she had been impeccably trained at the best finishing school in Paris, when Colin arrived, he found her teaching the housekeeper’s parrot to curse in five European languages. “Don’t call me Princess,” she whispered, casting a grim eye to the housekeeper, hovering at the edge of the terrace. “Or she will raise my rate.”
It had taken three more days to separate Marietta’s pos-sessions into two groups: those which the carriage could carry and those which would have to be shipped from Liver-pool around the coast to London. Most difficult had been determining exactly which clothes she could (and could not) do without for her first week at court. Then, just when he had thought that they might set out, she had insisted that his coachman, Fletcher, accompany her trunks across the inlet to ensure they were well stowed for their London journey. All told, he had been gone from London for more than a week before he bundled Marietta, her paints, her embroidery, her knitting, her books, and a handful of magazines into the carriage and set off on their trip. But somehow he had not minded. Marietta was sweet, resilient, and companionable, anticipating the birth of her child with real joy. He shifted in his seat, but his legs—outstretched on the backward-facing seat to give Marietta more room—felt like leaden weights, long past numb from a lack of circulation. He moved one foot down into the small space remaining between Marietta’s feet and the carriage door. The blood began to move agonizingly into one set of toes. He unfolded his map and began to recalculate their trip. Holywell to London was two hundred and eight miles. Even a mail coach, traveling at seven miles an hour, could travel the distance in thirty-two hours, and his brother’s third-best carriage was able to clip along at ten. But the princess needed substantive food, frequent stops, a real bed at night, and opportunities to shop at any tempting village store they passed. Their first day, they travelled only to Wrexham. Twenty-six miles in six hours. Their second day would measure little more. He had already promised she could spend the night—and morning—in Shrewsbury. Using his fore-finger as a measure, he counted off the miles from Shrews-bury to London. The return would take a sennight, if he were lucky. Marietta moaned and tried to shift her weight. Why— he berated himself for the fiftieth time—hadn’t he borrowed a better carriage? One with ample seats, thick comfortable bolsters, and better springs. If he were to play escort to a pregnant princess, why hadn’t the Home Office informed him? Had they intentionally withheld the information? Or had they not known? He forced his attention back to the map. If Marietta gave birth on the road with only him and Fletcher for midwives, he would kill someone in the Home Office. He wasn’t yet sure who. Perhaps the lot of them, but he would begin by strangling Harrison Walgrave. The carriage began to slow, the springs creaking into a new rhythm. Colin waited for Fletcher to offer the usual signals: two slow taps for an inn, a fast double-tap for a crossroads, and a heavy heel-kick for danger. But no taps, kicks, yells, or pistol shots alarmed him, except perhaps the nagging absence of any warnings. B & N | Google | iTunes | Kobo
Rachael Miles has always loved a good romance, especially one with a bit of suspense and preferably a ghost. She is also a professor of book history and nineteenth-century literature whose students frequently find themselves reading the novels of Ann Radcliffe and other gothic tales. Rachael lives in her home state of Texas with her indulgent husband, three rescued dogs, and an ancient cat.
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A Match Made in Heritage View
Heritage View #1 By: Annie Stiles Releasing May 4, 2016 Soul Mate Publishing
A socialite by chance not by choice, Gen runs away to a charming small town to reinvent herself as the girl-next-door and falls in love under false pretenses.
Despite having been raised by a man-eating, social-climbing mother, Genevieve Garnier is a hopeless romantic. She has successfully parlayed her sentimental nature into a prestigious Manhattan wedding planning business, but cannot make it down the aisle herself. As another hectic wedding season winds down, Gen finds herself burned out and at a crossroads in life. She retreats to the charming Hudson Valley town of Heritage View to reinvent herself as girl-next-door “Jane”, complete with a charming cottage and apple pies baking in the oven. Gen is determined to simplify her life in Heritage View and keep her wedding business humming, without letting the two worlds collide. Michael Carlisle waltzes in and turns her plans upside down. Michael is smart and successful, with enough guarded-heart intensity and magnetism to curl any woman’s toes. He stays out of the social fray in Manhattan, so he doesn’t recognize Jane as socialite wedding planner Genevieve. It’s a good thing, because he hates pampered socialites and avoids them nearly as much as he avoids girl-next-door types. That leaves our heroine 0-for-2. To make matters worse, it turns out that Michael is dear friends with the Hunter family, “Jane’s” new best friends. He has relationship baggage of his own to battle, but Michael can’t seem to stay away from Jane. Will they repeat the mistakes of the past?
“The way you’re wielding that wooden spoon, I can see that I’ve startled you.” He held his hands up in mock surrender, the twinkle in his eyes making way for a smile that completely spoiled his attempt at appearing contrite. “I mean no harm. You have no cause to spoon me to death.” He was teasing her openly now, and Jane stifled the unwelcome romantic image that he’d just unwittingly conjured.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” With a nervous chuckle, she lowered the spoon she was still unconsciously grasping. “Force of habit, I’m afraid. I’m from the city.” Why had she told him that? Wasn’t incognito her goal? Clearly, the FBI wouldn’t be soliciting her for undercover work anytime soon. She smoothed her disheveled apron moaning internally at the cheesy move in light of his obvious sophistication. Buck up, camper, you are acting like a freshman in high school. “Ah, yes. I should have recognized the paranoia and aggression. Comes with the territory, huh? Whereabouts?” At her blank expression, he prompted, “Where are you from?” “Where? Err, New York.” So much for witty repartee. Good grief. Really, Gen? His smile was openly curious and more than a hint amused, the effect so potent as to be more than a bit butterfly inducing. Her brain sounded an alarm of recognition. Her heart began to sink. Not particularly original, but clichéd or not, butterflies in her stomach were her own early-warning system. Butterflies in the stomach were not technologically advanced and rather akin to plucking petals from a daisy in sophistication but nevertheless, flawlessly accurate at predicting trouble of the masculine variety. Did women still swoon nowadays? Swooning was like fainting, right? She’d have to remember to look it up. Gen had read about swooning women a million times, but this was the first time in her life she had understood the impulse. “Yeah, the city.” He winked at her. “I think we’ve established that.” “I—” “Let’s start over.” He moved forward a step and held out his hand to her. “Hi, Jane. I’m Michael.”
Annie Stiles was practically born with a book in her hand, but the writing came later. A daydreamer by nature, Annie always secretly wanted to be a romance novelist. It wasn’t until her youngest child started kindergarten that she buckled down and turned that dream into reality. She is fascinated by characters on the page and in real life, and talks with her hands so much that people have been known to duck.
When not on her laptop, she likes to putter in her garden. Annie lives in the beautiful Capital-Saratoga region of New York State with her college sweetheart husband and their two children. They are all owned by two cats. Annie writes satisfying, character-driven contemporary romance. Rose-colored glasses are standard issue. Author Links: Website | Twitter | GoodReads
No strings attached is pretty much Lucky McCord's calling card in Spring Hill, Texas, but when family is on the line, this cowboy's honor and heart are about to get lassoed, tied and branded
Every family needs its black sheep, and Austin "Lucky" McCord is happy to oblige. The bad-boy bull rider lives fast and loose, until his business partner leaves him an unexpected bequest. Suddenly Lucky is sharing custody of two children with Cassie Weatherall, one of the few homegrown women he hasn't bedded. And not from lack of trying... Cassie fled her messy past to become a celebrity therapist in LA. So why does it feel so right to come back and share parenting duties--and chrome-melting kisses--with a man she's striven to avoid? Loving Lucky always seemed like a sure bet for heartache. But for this perfectly imperfect family, Cassie might just gamble with everything she's got.
Delightful and entertaining mix of life's drama and triumph.
As soon as Lucky's friend, mentor, and business partner, Dixie Mae, died, his life was turned upside down, like hurricane force wind, nothing was in control, and everything was a chaotic mess. Cassie and Lucky are kindred spirits, even though so different in their characters and lifestyle. But they have a connection, more than just knowing each other all their lives, and growing up in the same town. The bond they have, goes deeper than either is ready to admit, the chemistry between them is palpable and visual for all to see. I loved them together, the support they gave each other came naturally to them. They genuinely liked each other, had fun together, and enjoyed each other's company. And with the kids, they were an instant family. Who wouldn't fall in love with Mia and her magic stars, and MacKenzie's teenage angst is easy to understand, and even relate to. Though chaos seemed to shadow every moment of their lives, with each other, they have a safe haven, where they could take a moment to breath. The story breaks your heart a bit, there's pain, sorrow, and regrets. Feelings that goes so deep, are so raw, that they will leave scars, as they heal. The loss of Dixie Mae, the loss of parents, the lack of them, the past failures, defeats, they all are carrying their own, and shared, troubles. But the tale is not just blues and sadness, there's growth, redemption, and healing. The joy of life, often delivered by delightful Mia, or Lucky, and the passion to find a place in life, somewhere, where they belong, and wanted in, and want to build their lives in. The subtle humor that riddled the story is brilliant, it brings light into the moments of despair, and laughter to the moments of jubilation. To fit so many emotions, feelings, and so much life into one story, with characters you fall in love with, and want to spend time with, events that touch your heart and mind, makes you shed a tear, and laugh out loud, to deliver such a sensational knockout, deserves only the highest score ~ Five Spoons
USA Today bestselling author, Delores Fossen, has sold over 90 novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She's received the Booksellers' Best Award for romantic suspense, the Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award and was a finalist for the prestigious Rita ®. Her books have been featured in Woman's Day magazine and Vogue. In addition, she's had nearly a hundred short stories and articles published in national magazines.
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All Detective Mason Callahan wanted was a quiet fishing trip with the guys—a chance to get away and unwind before Halloween.
Until he finds the body of his boss, Denny Schefte, near their remote Oregon cabin. Now all he wants is to catch the sadist who slit Denny’s throat and covered his face with a mask. Mason was the last person to see him alive and will stop at nothing to find his friend’s murderer. When the FBI learns of the mask left at the scene, they realize they have a serial killer on their hands—one who is targeting cops. They assign the case to Special Agent Ava McLane, despite her engagement to Mason. Barely recovered from her own nearly fatal injury and her sister’s attempted suicide, Ava hopes she is ready to chase another killer. But as she delves into the increasingly disturbing case, the killer may be closer than expected—dangerously close.
Ruthless serial murderer killing the law enforcement personnel, while Ava's twin sister is manipulating yet another set of doctors, and Mason is trying to figure out why Ava isn't ready to set the wedding date.
The suspense is tight, the investigation of the criminal behind the callous murders is intriguing, and keeps the reader on toes till nearly the end. I loved how the task force put the puzzle pieces together, the teamwork is commendable, and the crime scenes atrocious, each on their own way. The tension escalated through the story, until it comes too close to home. Really enjoyed the action and suspense part of the tale, even though it did seem to be progressing slowly at times. The characters are interesting, but at times a little frustrating. There's a lot of inner inflection, from several different characters, and Mason and Ava are suppose to have this great relationship, but they are not communicating about some basic issues, like why not set the wedding date. I wish there would have been more development of their relationship in this story, now it seemed to just stay the same as before. Ava twin sister, I didn't like her before, and I wish she would just go away, as I hope will be the consequence of the events in this story. Innovative crime scenes, ghastly and cruel, action that involves the major players of the story. I hoped for more development with the characters and their relationships, but the grisly crimes saved the story, and held my interest through the book. ~ Four Spoons Books & Spoons Excerpt & Author Guest Post for INTERFERENCE (A Pilots Hockey Novel) BY SOPHIA HENRY8/6/2016
Interference
Pilots Hockey #3 By: Sophia Henry Releasing June 7, 2016 Flirt
“Sophia Henry tackles real issues that tug at your heartstrings,” raves bestselling author Rachel Harris. Now, in this sweet, sensual Pilots Hockey novel, a young single mom falls for a damaged coach pulling double-duty as a cop.
Linden Meadows doesn’t back down from anyone, especially if her family’s involved. So when her little brother’s new hockey coach benches him in the middle of a game, Linden lets him have it. She also notices that the coach is way hotter than she expects, but Linden won’t let herself get burned by another athlete. Been there, done that—and had a kid at seventeen to show for it. When Jason Taylor isn’t taking abuse from hockey moms, he’s patrolling the streets as a member of the Bridgeland PD. After Jason pulls Linden over for speeding, he begins to see that there’s more to her than a big mouth . . . or a lead foot. Their chemistry leads to good company, intense conversation, and an intimacy that pushes beyond the boundaries of friendship. And yet Linden’s decision to keep her now three-year-old son, Holden, is a painful reminder to Jason that his own mother gave him up for adoption. Linden’s sure she’s found the man to round out their family. But when Holden’s deadbeat dad forces his way back into the picture, Jason starts to back off. He needs time—to heal, to grow, and to love with all his heart.
“What do you recommend, Indie?” The woman asked, glancing at me before dropping her eyes back to the menu.
“Um, well,” I said, faltering. How did the cop’s mom know my name? Had he told his mom about me? “She read your name tag. Don’t get your hopes up.” Officer Taylor nodded at my chest. Warmth rushed into my cheeks as I skimmed my fingers across the badge pinned on the right side of my shirt. Name tag, duh. Stupid overactive imagination. Of course he hadn’t told his mom about me. He probably hated me. The silly disappointment I felt was short-lived, lasting only until his snarky comment hit home. “Well, the beef brisket is a customer favorite, but I’d recommend the ribs. I mean, everyone loves a pig, right?” I cocked my head to the side, pleased with my joke. The cop’s lady friend choked on the swig of beer she had taken. She raised her hand and patted her chest. “You okay, Mom?” He asked, clapping her on the back. Aha! She was his mom. I knew it. Taylor’s mom nodded. “Went down the wrong pipe,” she squeaked out before coughing again. “Should I give you another minute?” I asked. I wanted to slink away. I shouldn’t have said that in front of his mother. I wasn’t a confrontational person. What was it about him that brought out that side of me? “No, no. We’re ready,” she said and coughed one last time to clear her throat. “I’ll take the ribs.” She winked at me, then bit her lip to keep a smile away. The cop’s mom was pure awesome. “And for you?” I coughed my own smile away as I lifted my chin and focused my attention on the officer. “I’ll have the same thing. I love pigs.” He held out his menu, a smug smile spreading across his face. “With fries, please.” “Oh, good lord, Jason,” his mom hissed, emphasizing her annoyance with an eye roll. Jason. Officer Jackweed had a first name. “Touché.” I nodded as I plucked the menu from his hands, spinning away toward the safety of my computer. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the cop was flirting with me. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to look over at Jason. Thanks to his mom, I now knew the name of the infuriating, hot, jerky, muscular, arrogant, sexy man I hadn’t been able to get out of my head since I saw him at my brother’s game. “Indie!” My head snapped up, breaking me out of the fog of thoughts I’d disguised while inputting the dinner order. How long had Kristen, a server who went by her initials, KK, been calling me? “Yeah. Sorry. What?” I couldn’t get the right word out. Get it together, girl. Stop thinking of Jason’s buff forearms. “Did you make that Bloody Mary for table thirty-three?” KK asked. “Table thirty-three?” I glanced at Jason, whose eyes caught mine, then shook my head and looked at the tiny printer on the end of the bar, buzzing as it spewed orders the servers had punched in from the dining room computer. Damn. Bloody Mary for table thirty-three. Four ales, two reds, and a Weizen for various other tables. Time to get my head back in the game, especially since the printer wouldn’t stop. No looking at Jason until I had to check on how his meal tasted. Usually, I wasn’t easily thrown, especially by a guy. It’s because he’s new in town. That’s his intrigue. His mystery. The drink orders never slowed, and I turned my focus back to my customers at the bar and in the dining room. On busy nights, I usually had a second bartender helping with the madness, but Stacy had called in sick at last minute and I hadn’t found a replacement. I couldn’t even be angry with her, since she was three months pregnant. I knew how fast morning sickness came on, and how there was no working around it some days. I’d been so busy filling drink orders and waiting on my customers at the bar that I hadn’t even had a chance to check on Jason and his mom. Thankfully, a porter had brought out their meals. At my first free moment, I wandered over to Jason. “You scared off your own mom?” I asked, nodding to the empty chair next to him. “She’s using the restroom.” Jason took a sip of his beer. “Are you gonna throw sarcastic comments at me all night, or talk to me?” “What do you want to talk about?” I asked, filling a pint glass with red ale. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Not a question I’d expected. “How is that your business?” “You smell like a dude,” he blurted out. I curled my fingers around the glass, which had almost slipped out of my hand. “Excuse me?” “Shit. I meant you smell like men’s cologne,” Jason said, backtracking. “It wasn’t an insult.” “I like the smell of men’s cologne better than perfume.” I set the first pint aside and began filling a second. “Why’d you skip the boyfriend question?” “Because it’s not your business.” Jason leaned in, his voice low. “It is if I want to ask you out.” “You what?” I readjusted my grip on the glass and pushed the handle of the tap back to stop the flow of beer. “I think we should hang out.” Jason wiped his mouth with his napkin and tossed it onto his empty plate. “That’s the best you can do, copper? I thought you were smoother than that.” I winked and walked away, carrying the beers I’d filled to the end of the bar for a server to pick up. Then I made a Moscow Mule and checked on a few other customers sitting at the bar before printing Jason’s check and placing it in front of him. “Will you please go on a date with me?” Jason asked, not missing a beat. My heart pounded against my chest. I was both flattered and frustrated by his persistence. “You expect me to say yes, don’t you?” “It’s obvious that you like me.” Jason’s blue eyes twinkled, catching light from the pendulum fixture hanging over the bar. “I like looking at you,” I countered, “but your personality leaves a bit to be desired.” “Really?” The skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “Let’s pretend I’d ever say yes. Where would a cocky cop take someone on a first date?” I couldn’t wait to hear what he thought was fun. “It’s a surprise.” “You ask me on a date and you don’t even know where you’re going to take me?” I lifted his plate and wiped crumbs and condensation off the bar with a towel. “That’s sad, copper.” “Why would you assume that?” he asked, his tone indignant. “Can I be honest?” I asked. Time to strike the final blow. Though Jason had my insides flipping like no one ever had before, now wasn’t the right time to start dating. I had a million things to worry about before opening up my heart again. “Please.” He nodded. “You moved to a small town to be a cop and coach hockey.” I paused. “You sound like a total bore.”
I love Crab Rangoon from Chinese restaurants. I don’t fry things at home, so I created a recipe to get the same crab and cream cheese goodness baked instead of fried. I don’t have photos because I haven’t made them in forever, but I’ll share my recipe. :)
**Photo above is a stock photo not from my kitchen. It’s close to what mine look like…but photo looks prettier. :) Photo Credit: Cokemomo 123RF.com
Sophia Henry, a proud Detroit native, fell in love with reading, writing, and hockey all before she became a teenager. She did not, however, fall in love with snow. So after graduating with an English degree from Central Michigan University, she moved to North Carolina, where she spends her time writing books featuring hockey-playing heroes, chasing her two high-energy sons, watching her beloved Detroit Red Wings, and rocking out at concerts with her husband.
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An exciting prequel novella to New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julie Ann Walker's thrilling new Deep Six series
Harper Searcy didn't want to fall for a soldier, but she couldn't forget her hot Navy SEAL friend or their one night stand. When the U.S. Embassy in Pakistan where she works comes under attack by terrorists, there is only one man she knows who would move heaven and earth to rescue her: Michael "Mad Dog" Wainwright.
The former SEALs of The Deep Six return in a sizzling series from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julie Ann Walker.
A COVERT MISSION Maddy Powers's life revolves around cocktail parties, political fundraisers, and charity events - but she can't forget the daring former SEAL who appropriated her father's yacht a few months ago ... or the scorching kiss they shared before he disappeared into the deep blue sea. SPARKS A FLAMING DESIRE Bran Pallidino carries a dark secret behind his lady-killer eyes - one that keeps him from pursuing a serious relationship with Maddy. But when she's taken hostage during a trip to the Dry Tortugas, the men of Deep Six Salvage drop their treasure hunt for a sunken galleon and embark on a dangerous mission to save Maddy. WITH EARTH-SHATTERING REPERCUSSIONS As they fight her merciless kidnappers, they discover this isn't a simple hostage situation, but something far more sinister. Passion boils between Bran and Maddy, but what good is putting their hearts on the line if they don't survive the dawn?
Julie Ann Walker is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of award-winning romantic suspense. She has won the Book Buyers Best Award, been nominated for the National Readers Choice Award, the Bookseller's Best Award, the Australian Romance Reader Awards, and the Romance Writers of America's prestigious RITA award. Her books have been described as "alpha, edgy, and downright hot." Most days you can find Julie on her bicycle along the lake shore in Chicago or blasting away at her keyboard, trying to wrangle her capricious imagination into submission.
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Targeted
FBI Heat #2 By: Marissa Garner Releasing June 7, 2016 Forever Yours
For San Diego's elite FBI agents, risking their lives is standard procedure when it comes to capturing the city's most dangerous criminals-but falling in love is the greatest risk of all.
RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES . . . FBI Special Agent Marissa Panuska faces the most explosive case of her career when she impersonates a female terrorist to infiltrate an al-Qaeda cell. Her dark hair, olive complexion, and Arabic fluency make her the perfect imposter, but each passing hour raises the risk of discovery. Can she stop the dirty-bomb plot-alone-when the Feds don't even know the target? And should she trust the mysterious man who bursts into her life when her cover is blown? SO CLOSE TO REALITY . . . Former Navy SEAL Ameen Ali has a very personal reason for hating the terrorists and vowing to stop them. But when a beautiful woman joins the sleeper cell spreading death-to-America propaganda at his mosque, he doesn't want to believe she shares their evil goals. Can he convince her to join forces before it's too late?
Frighteningly realistic tale about terrorist cell infiltration to the society.
The book doesn't only give the picture from the American law enforcement point of view for the events and fight against the terrorist, but the Muslims of the States, and their fight against the terrorist penetration to their culture, religion, and neighborhoods, are in the center of the tale as well. From the first page the fast action, horrid acts of terror, the danger, fear and daring acts of those fighting against them, is constantly present, and doesn't let up until the end. The many historic, cultural, and actual facts of the fight, keeps the reader on their toes, and the focus of the story sharp. The author had a deep knowledge of the facts of this present war, and used them in a clever style through the book. With multiple characters and points of view, the tale felt at times cluttered, but the red line through the story is clear. I found it intriguing how the author gave the American Muslims voice in the story, giving them a chance to fight against the use of their religion in the terror attacks. How Ameen and his family was affected by the attack on 9/11, and how it gave new purpose and focus for his life, was touching and eye opening. Ameen and Marissa have amazing chemistry from the moment they meet. The romance is not on the center stage in the tale, but their feelings for each other has a strong presence in the story. What makes this story so intimidating and alarming, is the reality of the tale, the fact that this could all be true, and happening right now, in many places in the world. Consequently, the romance and passion between Ameen and Marissa gave the story a lightening solace, welcomed glittering in the darkness of today's world. ~ Four Spoons
Night had fallen when Samir parked the truck in front of the dilapidated house in the drug-infested Tijuana slum. Once he killed the headlights, the moon provided the only illumination along the crumbling asphalt road. Wedged between Samir and Omar on the seat, Marissa Panuska scanned the neighborhood of decaying buildings, hoping to catch a reassuring glimpse of the two agents who were out there—somewhere—following her, watching her back.
On five previous occasions, the terrorists had brought her to their hideout in Mexico, just across the border from San Diego. Marauding drug gangs ruled the area where crackling gunfire was as common as barking dogs. The constant smell of weed permeated the air and stung her nostrils. The residents were rarely visible, preferring relative safety behind walls. Marissa’s gaze swept over the run-down house, checking for any signs of change or trouble. Boards protected the windows from prying eyes, and a padlock secured the door against thieves. The electrical connection dangling from the sagging overhead lines was one of the few in the slum, and the satellite phone antenna on the roof was definitely unique. After an anxious look around, Omar jumped out to unlock the door before all three darted inside. Samir switched on the lamp that sat on the floor by the door. Ignoring the stench from the barely functioning bathroom, they hurried past it and the bedroom on the left. A narrow archway separated the front room from the larger back room, which included a rudimentary kitchen along one wall. The furnishings consisted of six metal folding chairs, a wooden table, and three tall lamps. Several boxes of electronic parts, including a new one, were lined up near the rear door. The place was filthy, but no one cared. The stifling heat in the closed-up house stole Marissa’s breath. Sweat dampened her skin beneath the long, black abaya and niqab, the Muslim robe and veil she wore over her other clothes. While the men turned on the lights, she sank onto one of the flimsy chairs, morbidly wondering if she was more likely to die from heat stroke than at the hands of the terrorists. Holding the niqab away from her face, she drew slow, deep breaths and grimaced at the pain in her lungs and stomach. The stress of impersonating Baheera Abbas, of pretending to be the female terrorist previously unknown to the US intelligence community, gnawed at Marissa’s nerves. If only she could determine Baheera’s role in the planned attack, she might be able to finish the covert operation, might be able to survive. Every passing minute held the threat of discovery and diminished that possibility. Marissa wiped the sweat from her face and watched the two men admire the sword-like knife Samir had purchased in a shop along Avenida Revolución on their way through Tijuana. On previous visits, Samir’s first priority had been to unlock the metal gun cabinet bolted to the floor in the bedroom closet and to confirm the delivery of additional bomb components. But tonight, the sleeper cell’s leader and Omar were distracted by the massive blade, which they took turns brandishing menacingly at each other. Samir’s satellite phone lay on the table. The phone never left his sight because it represented the cell’s umbilical cord to the Middle East, the only method of communication between the terrorists here and those at home. Homeland Security couldn’t fathom why just one means of contact existed, why no alternate options were in place. They suspected the men in charge didn’t trust anyone except Samir and wanted to minimize the risk of the plot being traced back to the source. Unable to determine the terrorists’ reasons, US officials decided the terrorist mind was impossible to comprehend and worked to exploit the obvious weakness in the cell’s strategy. The Bureau and other government agencies had simply taken advantage of the situation and monitored the terrorists’ calls with ease. Until two weeks ago, Marissa had been one of the agents monitoring those calls, listening to and translating many long distance conversations between Samir and his bosses. Discovering the true identities of the people had been a frustrating, and often futile, process. No one used a last name, and even the first names were suspect as they were frequently aliases. Husaam was the name used by the man who seemed to be at the top, but the common Arab name made it impossible to positively identify or trace him. The sat phone’s ring interrupted Marissa’s thoughts. Everyone froze. Samir shot it a startled glance. The call seemed to confuse him for a moment, suggesting he didn’t expect to be contacted tonight. He grabbed the phone, answering warily in Arabic. His face tensed, and his tone turned respectful when he launched into a detailed status report. As usual, he lowered his voice and walked into the front room so neither Omar nor Marissa could hear. She prayed that someone in Washington would be listening in real time—not hours later to a recording. Only five minutes passed before Samir, wearing a Cheshire cat grin, strolled back through the doorway and held out the phone to her. Her stomach knotted. Only Samir talked on the sat phone. Saying nothing, he thrust it at her again. Hesitantly, she put the phone to her ear and spoke in precise Arabic. “Allahu Akbar.” The man on the phone greeted her affectionately—as his wife.
I'm a wife, writer, chocoholic, and animal lover, not necessarily in that order. As a little girl, I cut pictures of people out of my mother's magazines and turned them into characters in my simple stories. Now I write sexy paranormal romantic suspense, steamy contemporary romance, and edgy romantic thrillers. I live in sunny Southern California with my husband, but enjoy traveling from Athens to Anchorage to Acapulco and many locations in between.
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Stirring Attraction
Second Shot #2 By: Sara Jane Stone Releasing June 7, 2016 Avon Impulse
The second, sizzling book in Sara Jane Stone's Second Shots series...
When Dominic Fairmore left Oregon to be all he could be as an Army Ranger, he always knew he’d come back to claim Lily Greene. But after six years away and three career-ending bullets, Dominic is battered, broken, and nobody's hero—so he stays away. Until he learns Lily has been the victim of a seemingly random attack. He’ll do anything to keep her safe . . . even go home. Lily is starting to find a life without Dominic when suddenly her wounded warrior is home and playing bodyguard—though all she really wants is for him to take her. But she refuses to play the part of a damsel in distress, no matter how much she misses his tempting touch. He’ll leave as soon as she’s safe and Lily knows her heart will never heal. But as attraction stirs to so much more, danger closes in. With more than Lily’s heart at stake, Dominic can no longer draw a line between protecting Lily and loving her . . .
Heartbreakingly beautiful, touching story about soul mates, loyalty, trust, love, brokenness and fear, redemption.
Dominic and Lily have always loved each other, it just hasn't always been enough, to hold them together. Now back in his hometown, Dominic is trying to protect her from her attacker, but still holds her on the arm's length, and not let her back in his life, in his arms, and in his heart. Lily's heart has been broken so many times, every time Dominic kissed her goodbye. And now she should just let him guard her, keep her safe, and find her attacker, until he leaves her again, and this time, for good. There's so much pain and brokenness between Dominic and Lily. The past, the present, and the wounds in their bodies. The fear of darkness, of new attacks, of getting hurt again, of tomorrow, the future, of being enough, and letting each other down, not being what the other needs and wants, it all boils between them, and keeps them from each other, yet brings them together as well. The complexity of the situation, the possibilities, and the lack of, of future, it all terrifies, and fascinates at the same time. The passion between them is as burning hot as it always has been, their loyalty to each other kept its hold, even though all the years and miles apart. The feelings they have for each other are running deep, they are raw, real, and sincere. But it takes some serious soul searching, growing, acceptance, understanding, and their lives in danger, for them to be able to face the truth, and each other, with honesty and openness about their deepest desire to share their lives with each other. This story goes so deep, the angst and fear are palpable, the love, adoration, and scorching passion Dominic and Lily have for each other is evident and constantly present. I loved their dedication to each other, the peace, the safety their felt in each other's arms, the home they were for each other. So many emotions, so much yearning, as they cherish the treasure they are for each other. Two broken souls finally find their way home, where they can heal and grow together, and support and protect each other in the process. I laughed, I cried, I swooned, and I fell in love with them, the story will pull you in, and touch your heart. Absolutely fantastic love story! ~ Five Spoons
Prologue
“You painted your toenails pink.” Dominic Fairmore stared at Lily’s bumble-gum colored nails. He didn’t trust himself to look up. Downstairs, his dad’s dogs made the familiar trip to the water bowl and back, probably stopping to sniff the bag of Chinese take-out he’d abandoned on the kitchen table. The animals’ nails tapped against the hardwood floors, but otherwise silence filled the farmhouse. His little sister was at the beach and his dad was pulling a double at Forever, Oregon’s woefully understaffed police station. And yeah, he kept track of their locations because at twenty-two he still lived at home. Lily raised one perfect eyebrow. “I have two hours before my mom expects me home and you’re looking at my toenails?” Her ironic tone pushed him damn close to his breaking point. He’d take her. Here. Now. Against the wall, pictures falling to the floor. Because he knew she reserved her humor for him. The rest of Forever saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman who charmed a room full of five-year olds day after day. A girl who’d been born here, grown up here, and put herself through the local university while still living at home to care for her wheelchair-bound mother and alcoholic father. But Dominic saw the only girl he’d ever loved. If he closed his eyes, he could still picture her, walking down the halls of their high school. She’d been one year ahead of him. She’d graced the dreary high school halls with her sunshine smile and confidence. And yeah, her short skirts. He’d memorized the way her cheerleaders outfit teased her thighs while she led the squad her senior year. He’d been a junior, but already shepherding the football team to one victory after another. And sometimes it felt like he busted his ass on the field and won the game just to see her smile . . . But he couldn’t close his eyes and block out the way Lily looked right now. His gaze drifted up her calves. Every inch of bare skin wrapped around his heart like a noose. He took in the curve of her thighs and tried to go slow. His jaw tightened and his eyes disobeyed. Fuck slow. His gaze locked on the slip of fabric disappearing between her legs. “Your panties match your toenails,” he growled. There wasn’t a hint of humor in his voice. He couldn’t picture laughing now. In two days, he’d wreck her heart. He would shatter their love and leave her with nothing but memories and the promise that he’d come back. I swear I’ll come back for her. But so much could change while he was on the other side of the country training to be all he could be. And later, once he deployed, on the other side of the world. Two more days. Two more nights. How many times could he make love to this woman before they ran out of time? “Are you sure they match?” she teased. Her fingers brushed the waistband of her panties and then her thumbs slipped beneath the pink fabric. His hands formed tight fists at his sides, watching as she drew her underwear down to her toes. Her upper body stole away his view of the blond curls, instead offering the sight of her full, bare breasts hovering in front of her legs. Long locks of blonde hair drifted down as she compared the color of her underwear to her nail polish. “Lily,” he growled and stepped closer. She glanced up at him and slowly, as if she knew every movement of her body turned him on and pushed him closer to that place where he lost control. But hell, after six years together, Lily Greene damn well knew how to drive him crazy with lust and longing. “My nails are a light pink. I think the bottle said ‘Ballet Slipper.’ But my underwear is closer to fuchsia.” She tossed her panties at him. “See?” Years of training on the football field kicked in and he caught the slip of fabric in his right hand. “You’re right,” he said and he took a step forward. He threw her underwear down to the carpet without bothering to study them. “You need to be home in two hours?” he asked. Her teasing smile faded at the reminder of the reality beyond the bedroom walls. “You know I do.” “We might not have time for the Chinese food.” He momentarily blocked his view as he drew his ‘Go Army!’ T-shirt over his head. He discarded the reminder of where he was heading in two days’ time. He wanted to leave this town and the dead-end future it promised, but not Lily. “I hate Chinese,” she said. She reached forward and grabbed onto the belt buckle his father had given him after he won the state championship with his high school football team. He pressed his palms flat against the wall, one on either side of her head. He couldn’t touch her. Not yet. “I know.” He allowed her to pull him close, her fingers working to free his belt and undo his jeans. “I didn’t want to run the risk that you would want to eat first.” She smiled as her hands won the battle with his belt. Drawing his zipper down, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Smart man.” Her hands pushed his pants over his hips and then went in search of their target. “Lily,” he gasped as her fingers wrapped around the part of his body that thought ‘slow’ spelled disaster. Hell, it just might. He wanted her so damn much he might come in her hand. “Careful,” he added. “Or I’ll be about as useful as I was the first time. In the front seat of my truck.” “Have as much self-control now as you did at seventeen?” she challenged, her hand moving up and down now. “You know it.” He took his right hand off the wall and cupped her jaw. Angling her lips up to meet his, he kissed her. He knew her mouth. He’d memorized the way she liked his tongue to tease hers. His hand moved down her neck and over her shoulder. His fingers froze, hovering on her collarbone. He knew the feel of her soft skin as well as he knew his own. But dammit, he couldn’t take the weight of her breast in his hand, her nipple brushing against his palm, and still maintain control. She broke the kiss. “Don’t hold back, Dominic,” she whispered. “You never have before. Don’t start now. You know how to touch me. You’re the only one—” His growl cut off her hushed words. He was the only one who knew the color of her panties. The only man in her bed. The only one who heard her sly humor. And yeah, the only man in Forever, Oregon who loved her. For now . . .
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! Visit www.sarajanestone.com and look for her newsletter entry form.
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