His job is to protect her…no matter the cost
Police detective Joy Ingram's connection to elite security expert Stonewall Courson is instant. Undeniable. Electric. But her commitment to protect and serve has always come first. Everything else is secondary—especially when she uncovers an underground surrogate baby-making ring. Joy can't risk a distraction during the most important case of her career, not even one as sexy as reformed ex-con Stonewall. There are few things Stonewall values more than a strong woman. But when Joy's investigation draws her into a deadly conspiracy that goes deeper than she ever imagined, he must convince her that he's the best man to protect her. And while he puts his life on the line to save hers, the insatiable attraction between them becomes the one danger neither of them can escape.
Oh, be still my beating heart!
If this is not the most seductive, sensual, passionate, and intimate love story that I have ever read, then I don't know what is... The words, and scenes, they just flow off the pages like hot, sweet molasses, and it is beautiful, sexy, and appealing. Yet the story of the emotions and feelings growing between Stonewall Courson and his detective are the focus of the story, the meaning behind the lush scenes, the reason for the passion, an important part of the plot, as those scenes show how these two commitment phobics, relationship avoiders fumble their way to each other's hearts. Joy Ingram is a kick-ass heroine, I admired her, respected her, and liked her. She is capable and able, she is hard working, honorable, and smart. She has her challenges at the police force, but she does not go against them with fists flobbing but showing everyone around her what she is capable of. Stonewall Courson fell instantly for his Joy in the Morning six months ago. Thier lives and careers have kept them from acting upon the attraction, yet when the opportunity finally arises, Stonewall goes all in to impress Joy. He is just... delicious. Tough, yet sweet, big yet gentle, honest, caring, mature, beautiful man, that I fell for completely. I love it when the characters act and think in a mature manner and when the obstacles on their way are not something they necessarily cost themselves but the environment around them. The story has elements of suspense and mystery mixed with the succulent romance giving it an extra kick of spiciness with the action. Prepare to get all the feelings from this story and let it fill your senses because Stonewall and Joy surely deliver and make up for the lost time they had, waiting to find their ways to each other's arms. ~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
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Sometimes starting over means finding everything you’ve been missing…
After catching her fiancé cheating—with another man–usually straight-laced, workaholic scientist Ellie Fisher liberates her wild side just long enough to indulge in a passionate one-night-stand with a tall, dark stranger she meets at a trendy Miami bar. Embarrassed by her recklessness, she ducks out the following morning without learning the guy’s full name, something that shouldn’t have been a problem…until a pregnancy test turns positive. Being a professional football player, Hudson King has always been cautious around women. But this one had been different—so disinterested in his celebrity, so convincingly into him. When Ellie tracks him down, claiming she’s carrying his baby, he’s stunned. And more than a little betrayed. But after growing up as an orphan, he’ll do anything to stay involved in his child’s life, so he urges Ellie to move to Silver Springs where they can co-parent. Hudson has a lot of love to give—certainly enough for his child, and when their initial spark reignites, perhaps for Ellie too…
Until You Loved Me nearly gave a reviewer's block since I am still on the fence about the story.
I read the book, the whole book, even though I nearly gave up at the 10% mark because I am not a big sports romance fan, or rich and famous story fan, or the clubbing and one-night-stand-story reader so the beginning was super slow to me. But then the story wrapped its flow around my brain and I actually ended up staying late to finish it. Is it a book I want to read again? I don't think so, but I think I will remember it. Did I like it? I wouldn't have read it otherwise, so yes, I did like it. It is well written, like all the works of Brenda Novak are. Was it entertaining? I am not sure, I think it was rather tragic, actually, there was potential to so much heartbreak and angst with the protagonists past. The history was well twined into the current events, I liked how through the investigation Ellie got to show Hudson how much she values him as a human being, how much she respects him, trust him, and is willing to support him. By reflecting the past to the present Hudson learns what love truly is, for the first time in his life. I liked both Ellie and Hudson, they were charming, charismatic, easy to like, even relate to, to a certain point. I liked the chemistry between them, the openness, the honesty, the connection that developed and the time it took to really get to that deeper relationship status after the initial night. I have been thinking about the reason why I didn't absolutely love this good story, and I believe it was because of most of the intimacy, both physical and mental, between Ellie and Hudson, was either glazed over or referred to as something that happened in the past. I never got the feel of the depth of their emotions, the true connection these two beautiful souls created between themselves. A story about learning to accept your past and even use it to make a difference in the world around you. It's a story about learning to love, learning to embrace your gifts and talents, your blessings, and your current life, to make a most of it. ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
30 SECOND DEATH
A Tobi Tobias Mystery #2
by Laura Bradford
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Pub Date: 7/11/2017
To help an old friend, Tobi Tobias gets a third-rate thespian a part in a commercial, and learns that in the advertising business, bad acting can lead to murder . . .
When Tobi Tobias opened her own advertising agency, Carter McDade was there for her every step of the way. A brilliant hairdresser, Carter has just landed his dream project: doing hair and makeup for a theatrical production of Rapunzel. But the dream turns into a nightmare when he runs into Fiona Renoir, a cruel, talentless starlet who won’t let Carter touch a hair on her head.
To get Fiona out of Carter’s hair, Tobi hires the difficult actress for a bit part in her latest commercial. But true to character, Fiona is a terror on set, and Tobi is starting to think she’s made the biggest mistake of her life. But things get even worse when Fiona drops dead in the hairdresser’s chair, and the only suspect is the man left holding the tainted hair dye, Carter McDade. And unless Tobi can prove his innocence, he’ll never do hair in this town again.
Hell had officially frozen over. And, oddly enough, there was no
swell of background music, no thunderous blast like I’d always imagined. There was simply crunching. Loud, deliberate crunching. In fact, it was the cruncher and the crunchee that had turned the fiery flames of the dreaded underworld into the clichéd icicles referenced at the end of virtually every nasty breakup. In English? My best friend, Carter McDade, was standing less than five feet from my sofa eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. That’s right, Carter McDade—the same guy who lectured me daily on the gaps (okay, seismic gullies) in my eating habits. The same guy who could draw a textbook food pyramid in mere seconds. The same guy who’d willingly and happily choose broccoli in a head-to-head with a Caramello bar. Which is why his puff-crunching pointed to one indisputable conclusion: Carter was stressed. Big-time. A rarity in and of itself, Cocoa Puffs or no Cocoa Puffs. My upstairs neighbor was the most positive human being I’d ever met. One of those happy-go-lucky, always-has-a-smile types. You know, the kind of person everyone needs in their life, but few are fortunate enough to have. I was one of the fortunate. I was also dumbfounded. Utterly and completely dumbfounded by what to say and how to say it. So I took the not-so-subtle approach. “What’s wrong, Carter?” “Uh-in.” Now I’ll admit, I have a leg up when it comes to deciphering pufftalk (it is, after all, my second language), but I was feeling pretty proud that I could decode it from even the most novice of crunchers. “Nothing? Nothing?! Do you realize what you’re eating right now?” Carter looked at the bowl in his left hand and then the spoon moving toward his mouth with his right. “Uh-huh.” “They’re Cocoa Puffs, Carter! Co. Coa. Puffs. As in chocolate-- or as you call it, sugar central. You know, void of roughage. In fact, if I do recall correctly, you refer to them as the downfall of mankind. The reason for society’s ills.” I guess I thought if I really hammered home the point, it might sink in. Then again, I was living proof that tactic failed. Just ask my mother. Besides, it was hard to hammer home drawbacks when I didn’t believe a word of what I was saying. Why? Because I, Tobi Tobias, am a chocoholic. And proud of it, I might add. So I did what any good chocoholic would do. I sauntered into the kitchen, grabbed my Bugs Bunny melamine bowl and matching spoon, filled it to the brim with the last of the crunchy brown puffs (don’t worry, I’ve got four more boxes in the cabinet over the stove), and headed back into the living room. I mean, let’s face it, the expression “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” was coined for a reason, right? Not that my commiserating helped. In fact, when I returned, Carter showed no signs of having noticed my departure or subsequent return. His facial expression was still void of its trademark smile, and his eyes held a vacant look. Somehow, though, I managed to coax him onto the sofa. “C’mon, Carter, spill it. It’s Fiona again, isn’t it?” Call it a lucky (or, really my only) guess, but it was worth a shot. And judging by the look of complete mortification on his face as my words (and thus, his choice of food) registered in his subconscious, I’d hit the jackpot. “Oh, good God, please tell me I’m not eating what I think I’m eating.” Carter squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them slowly, cautiously. A tortured gasp escaped his mouth, along with a partially chewed puff. “It’s okay, Carter, really. It’s been a long time coming. And it’s not a good idea to keep depriving yourself of the finer things in life.” I reached out and touched his shoulder, a teasing smile tugging my lips. “Thanks for letting me be a part of your spiritual awakening.” If looks could kill . . . He rolled his eyes upward and then frantically wiped his tongue with the sleeve of his cable-knit sweater. “Ugh, how on earth can you eat that stuff?” “Same way you just did, my friend. One yummy spoonful at a time.” I winked and popped some puffs into my mouth. I knew I was being ornery, but I couldn’t help myself. Let’s face it, I’d endured more pontificating about my eating habits from this man than I could possibly recall. So this was, in a way, sweet justice. Payback. Comeuppance at its finest . . . “My mind was compromised.” Carter released a long, slow sigh and wiped his tongue one more time. “I swear, Sunshine, that woman will be the death of me yet. Mark my words.” I took the bowl from his shaking hand and set it on the end table to my right. It never ceased to amaze me how fast the sugar rush hit the chocolate virgins. Especially the stressed ones. “What’d Princess Fiona do this time?” “In the interest of time, it might be better if I tell you what she didn’t do.” Carter pushed off the couch and wandered over to the window. Drawing back the curtain, he peered outside. “Have you ever noticed the way Ms. Rapple kinda looks like Gertrude? Around the eyes and snout—I mean, nose?” That did it. I laughed. And snorted. Loudly. Damn. “I’m serious, Tobi. The eyes droop in almost the exact same spot, and the nose, well, it’s a perfect match. Right down to the persistent wetness.” Ewwww . . . Thinking about my next-door neighbor, Ms. Rapple, was enough to make my stomach turn. The old biddy was something of a thorn in my side and had been since the day I moved into my apartment at 46 McPherson Road. In fact, I’m not sure I’d even turned the key in the front lock before she’d descended on me with her over-the-top questions, mean-spirited honesty, hideously bad breath, and her yippity- yappity dog, Gertrude. Fortunately, having Carter in the apartment above me, and Mary Fran and Sam Wazoli living above Ms. Rapple, made the situation more bearable. Still . . . was I wrong for hoping she’d win the lottery and move out into the countryside? Or, even better, to another continent entirely? Carter, I knew, felt the same way about our elderly neighbor, though he tried his best to smooth over her abrasiveness with his normally sunny disposition. When that didn’t work, he resorted to other things. Like ducking to the side of windows in true surveillance mode.
Familiar Faces
By Laura Bradford (30 Second Death—Tobi Tobias Mystery #2) One of my favorite parts of writing a series is the way the characters become like old friends. Between books, when I’m not actively writing a particular group of characters, I often times find myself wondering what they’re doing, where they’re hanging out, et cetera. Sometimes, when I’m in the car for a while, one of them invariably starts chattering in my head. I try to tell myself this is just my writerly muse helping me plot. But the part of me that’s been writing mysteries for a lot of years knows it’s more that. You see, these characters are real to me, just as they are for my readers. I know what makes them tick, what upsets them, and what they want more than anything else in the world. They make me laugh, they drive me up a wall on occasion, I miss them when they’re not around, I get sick of them when we’ve spent too much time together, and they make me feel like I always have a place with them. This has never held true more than with the characters in my Tobi Tobias Mysteries. There’s something about Tobi that is easy to connect with. She’s very real. She makes mistakes, she puts herself down, she’s impulsive in some ways, and methodical in others. And her friends? I want to be their friend, too. They’re funny, quirky, always happy to provide a reality check when necessary, and fiercely loyal. And to me, that’s a huge part of this series: Tobi’s friends. Sure, she’s the main character, but the people in her world (Carter, Mary Fran, Sam, Andy, Grandpa Stu, and even Rudder Malone) help humanize her and make her shine—just like the core people in our lives do for us. So if you’re looking for a little fun and an opportunity to hang out with a really cool crew for a few hours, give my Tobi Tobias Mysteries a try. Death in Advertising (Book # 1) and 30 Second Death (Book # 2) are both available now.
Laura Bradford is also the author of the Emergency Dessert Squad Mysteries, including Silence of the Flans and Éclair and Present Danger, and the national bestselling Amish Mysteries, including A Churn for the Worse and Suspendered Sentence. Under the pen name, Elizabeth Lynn Casey, she writes the Southern Sewing Circle Mysteries, including Wedding Duress and Taken In. She lives in Yorktown Heights, New York, with her husband and their blended brood.
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COVERT ASSIGNMENT
When Blake Michaels's cover as a local cop is blown and a corrupt officer attempts to kill him, he's forced to go on the run. Under his protection is Holly Mathis, also a target for what she may know about her late husband's investigation into corruption on the police force. Blake can't complete his assignment without help from the beautiful widow, but getting close to a woman again is out of the question. Trapped inside the town limits by police barricades, Blake won't surrender the mission until he finds the source of the deadly drug ring that brought him here. But as he circles closer to his target, can he get his man—and save his woman—without sacrificing his own life?
It is exhilarating when you read a book by a new author for you, and you immediately fall in love with their author voice and their style of telling the story.
Mission Undercover's non-stop, explosive, and deadly action kept me on the edge through the tale. The romance and the protagonists' faith in God (Love Inspired novel) are a natural part of the story as it flows off the pages fluently. It was so easy to admire Blake Michaels as the hero. Even with his issues of trusting people, he is a solid man of God, he relays on his faith, he has integrity, dignity, and honesty. The betrayal in his past has put a dent in his armor, yet he is aware of this and trying to work through it. Holly Mathis is a heroine who is brave, fearless, and capable! Losing her husband in the line of duty had made her angry and doubt God, yet at the time of trouble, her heart was leaning on His protectiveness and guidance. In the midsts of the tense suspense and deadly battle against the corrupt town and police force, Blake and Holly have moments of heart to heart conversations where they share their lives struggles and their wrestlings with their faith in God. From the very beginning, I jumped right in the middle of the mayhem and could not put the book down until I reach the end. The story is intense, the action is violent and brutal yet perfectly balanced by the sweet, adorable, sincere feelings growing between Holly and Blake. The camaraderie and loyalty of the Ranchers are admirable, while the doubts of survival stayed in my mind as the twists and turns in the plot kept taking me by surprise. An exciting, energetic, and encouraging tale, highly recommended! ~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
TO WIN HER SMILE
by Mackenzie Crowne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 7/18/2017
Sometimes love and luck collide . . .
When sultry British Baroness Piper Darrow falls on desperate times, she needs a diversion—and cash. As a talented photographer, she jumps at the chance to travel to the U.S. for a Manhattan Marauders football event. But she gets more than she bargained for when buff quarterback Wyatt Hunter’s errant pass lands…in her face. And when it results in Wyatt’s comeback of a lifetime, the superstitious athlete is convinced Piper is his good luck charm . . .
With his sights on the Super Bowl, Wyatt will do anything necessary to keep Piper close. The fact that she’s a feast for the eyes is a bonus. And as they get closer, he discovers that beneath her proper English surface is a sweet, sexy seductress. Soon the notorious playboy finds himself genuinely smitten, and surprisingly open to love—until his powerful family uncovers something about Piper that threatens to shatter his trust. Now he’ll have to decide whether to team up with his fears, or his heart.
Wife, mother and really young grandmother, Mackenzie Crowne shares her home with her high school sweetheart husband, a neurotic Pomeranian, and a blind cat. She calls Arizona home because the southwest feeds her soul. Her love of the romance genre has been a lifelong affair, both as a reader and a writer. A bout with breast cancer sharpened her resolve to see her stories shared with others. Today, she’s a seven-year survivor, living the dream. Her friends call her Mac. She hopes you will too.
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KNIGHT QUESTS
by C.C. Wiley
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 7/25/2017
For a Knight of the Swan in 15th century England, falling for the enemy is an act of treason . . .
Orphaned as a young girl, Brigitte de Marnier has learned to live by her instincts. Which doesn’t explain why she accepts protection from a soldier in the service of the enemy crown. But something about Drem Ap Dafydd has her leaning into his strength, and surrendering to his intoxicating kiss, even knowing he is duty bound to destroy her . . .
As a newly appointed Knight of the Swan, Drem is eager to prove his allegiance to the English crown in the battle against France. But in his sheltering arms, beautiful Frenchwoman Brigitte arouses in him another instinct—to love, honor, and protect. Then Drem discovers his beloved has a price on her head and he must choose between his vow—and his heart’s desire . . .
C.C. lives in Salt Lake City with her high school sweetheart of over 35 years and their four wacky dogs. When given a choice, she prefers a yummy, well-written, historical or contemporary romance that is chock-full of hope, love and a Happy Ever After. She believes there are wonderful courageous characters waiting for someone to tell their story. It's her hope that each adventurous romance she writes will touch the reader and carry them away to another place and time, where hopes and dreams abound.
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Ethan’s Daughter
Templeton Cove #7 By: Rachel Brimble Releasing August 8, 2017 Harlequin SuperRomance
There's safety in solitude isn't there?
Single dad and best-selling thriller writer Ethan James has no problem being Templeton Cove's most famous recluse until a surprise visit from the past plunges him into a real-life crime drama just as feisty nurse Leah Dixon barges her way into his world. Ethan's first priority is to protect his daughter. His second priority is to keep Leah out of this dark web and that means out of his bed. Except Leah isn't going anywhere; she's afraid little Daisy is in danger. Ethan couldn't live with himself if anything happened to Leah but pushing her away may be even harder!
Drama, mystery, and romance wrapped in an entertaining tale located in the small-town United Kingdom.
Ethan James is a dedicated father and best selling thriller author who has done his best to raise his daughter alone after his ex-wife left them behind in search of more exciting life. Now Anna is back, unstable, abused, and asking for money. She also brought real and present danger with her, threats that could be deadly, or harm everyone Ethan cares about. Including Leah Dixon. Leah, the nurse who has no boundaries, is willing to go to extreme lengths to protect people she is fond of. She is stubborn, pushy, determined, caring, and capable. Yet she does cross some lines as she is trying to make Ethan take action against the mother of his child, his ex-wife in trouble. The danger Anna brings with her plays a major part in the story, everything else wraps around it and the threats delivered. There is a lot back and forth with Leah and Ethan, they obviously care and desire each other, yet the circumstances they are in could not be worse, thus the constant in and out with their status as a couple. I liked Ethan and Leah together, they seemed to balance each other out, they were the perfect match for each other, a fitting pair. I do wish the relationship would have had a little more depth to it, little fewer doubts about their future and more building of their feelings and knowledge of each other. What I wish from the romance I read is that the couple, after their meet and the feelings of attraction are ignited, is that they do not date others. This is not the case in the story of Ethan and Leah, and while the situation is a little more complicated than that, it was still there. I don't usually mention this - and it definitely didn't affect my scoring of the book, even though it did affect my enjoyment when it came to reading it - is the format I received the eARC in. When I had to search for the story in a mix of dates, numbers, names, and titles on each page, sometimes parts of the words completely embedded into 'code' I missed the natural flow of the tale that most likely was there. I think that was just an unfortunate incident. A close and caring community at the Templeton Cove, little miss Daisy who completely won my heart, Ethan doing his best to fight to keep his loved ones safe while helplessly falling in love with Leah, makes an intriguing and charming story that kept my interest and entertained my mind. ~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
On the other side of the front door, the kitchen/dining room stretched from the front to the back of the house. Even though it was in semi-darkness, Leah could see straight through to some French doors at the back, the only illumination coming from the overhead light of the stove as it glinted on steel toward the center of the room.
Snapping her gaze to Daisy, Leah’s opinions on personal tastes flew to the wayside. The little girl’s eyes were wide as she chewed her bottom lip. Leah frowned. “Are you all right, sweetheart? Do you want me to knock?” Daisy nodded and raised her arms toward Leah as though asking to be picked up. “Yes, please. Daddy might be mad.” “Oh, Daddy won’t be mad.” Leah bent down and picked her up, hitching her onto her hip as Daisy’s arms wound around her shoulders. “If Daddy’s mad, I’ll show him how to calm himself down real quick. Don’t you worry about that.” Leah lifted the brass knocker and let it fall a little harder than necessary. No answer. Narrowing her eyes, she knocked again. She was readying to knock a third time when the door swung open. “I told you to get the hell out of here and not come back.” The man’s dark hair sprouted from every angle, his raging eyes bulging and his right hand swathed in a blue and white¬¬––and bloodied––dishtowel. His gaze held Leah’s for a split-second before he snapped his attention to Daisy. “My God, Daisy. What are you…” He cupped Daisy under her armpits, wincing slightly as he pulled her from Leah’s arms to hold her close. He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, his raging eyes hidden behind his closed lids. Leah stared, completely stunned by this flannel-shirted, blue jeaned, incredibly good-looking man…despite the bulging eyes. She coughed in a bid to find her voice. “Mr. James?” She planted her hands on her hips. “You’re Daisy’s father, I presume?” He opened his eyes and Leah stepped back. Apparently when his eyes had softened and were filled with regret rather than rage, they looked good. Really good. She stilled. Oh, good Lord. Be damned if those weren’t the eyes of Templeton’s reclusive novelist, Ethan James.
Rachel Brimble lives with her husband and two teenage daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. Since 2013, she has had seven books published by Harlequin Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and an eight coming in Feb 2018. She also has four Victorian romances with eKensington/Lyrical Press.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America, and was selected to mentor the Superromance finalist of So You Think You Can Write 2014 contest. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England. Author Links: WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS
Ready or not…love will find a way
Single dad Hogan Guthrie is getting his life back on track, and working as the "barbecue master" at a local diner is just a temporary detour. He and restaurant owner Violet Shaw constantly butt heads…until one night they end up mingling other parts instead. Hogan thought he had the recipe for happiness all figured out. But loyal, carefree Violet is daring him to trust his impulses…and see just how sweet small-town living—and loving—can be. Nathan Hawley traded his SWAT team credentials for a sheriff's badge, but a gorgeous new neighbor is shaking up his orderly life. Nathan has a hunch there's more to Brooklin Sweet than meets the eye—but given her caution about getting involved, he has his work cut out for him. Still, there's something about the elusive beauty Nathan can't walk away from—and helping her come to terms with her past might pave the way to the future they both secretly long for.
Greatly entertaining and edgy stories about life in a tight-knit community and love that grows over time, and blooms when you least expect it.
I enjoyed each of the three couples, and their road to happiness, even the young-adult-potential-future-couple that was rather tender and sweet start of something possibly lasting and lifelong. Because Cole was just that smart, advanced, mature 17-year old, that he could be making those kind decisions even at that young age. My absolutely favorite thing in the book was the relationship between Cole and his dad, Hogan Guthrie. The open, honest, mellow connection between them was an amazing thing to witness. They talk, they tease, they disagree, a little, and they share life, the good, the bad, and the ugly. They respect and trust each other in an admirable way, that had me smiling and sighing through the tale. But don't get me wrong, the romance stories were very entertaining, as well. I read the book at one sitting, the story mesmerized and pulled me in. The possible danger to the characters kept the story on the edge, with the emotional roll-a-coaster keeping the feelings in a turbulent state. Of course, when two (and a half) love stories are put into one book, you might be left with the feeling that you wanted more insides of both the couples, more in-depth characters, more details of the development of the relationships. I didn't get that at the end of this book, even though I do recognize the fact that it was more of a charming tale than a deeply emotional, angsty story. Hogan was an outgoing, fun characters, a loyal friend and brother, and a great father. He used to be a hound dog but had redeemed his ways and the reasons for his behavior were well explained, and even understandable. I really liked him, he made it easy with his charm. Violet Shaw was the perfect match for him. I liked how it took time for the relationship to develop, how they had to figure out things before they made it public and before the commitment was made. Violet has worked since a young girl, she had been a loner, carrying a responsibility for the business and for her life. The growing feelings she has towards Hogan causes some turbulence at first, but soon the desire wins all obstacles. While Hogan and Violet try to figure it all out, Nathan Hawley goes straight to the matter with his new neighbor, Brooklin Sweet. Brooklin has secrets, potentially dangerous secrets. The danger is lurking around and everyone will be surprised how it plays out. The two romances are intertwined, and the stories overlap with each other in a natural way. The sexy scenes are steaming hot, yet they are well written and take the plot forwards, an essential addition to the tales. A community where I want to live in, friends I want to call my own, love finding its way through life's ups and downs, making the past acceptable and the future look bright. I enjoyed my time with the Guthries and their friends, I wish I could have stayed for awhile longer... A book filled with charming, engaging characters that you will miss! ~ Four Spoons
The breathtaking second novel in New York Times bestselling author Jeaniene Frost's Broken Destiny series finds Ivy and Adrian rekindling their alliance—and passion—as the struggle for the fate of the world begins…
Conquering a supernatural realm turned out to be easier than getting over a broken heart. But her initial victory has made Ivy a target for revenge, forcing her to reunite with the dangerous—and dangerously sexy—Adrian. Ivy isn't sure which will be harder: finding the hallowed weapon that will repair the crumbling walls between the demon and human realms, or resisting Adrian, who's decided that come hell or high water, he will make Ivy his. At first, Adrian tried to resist his feelings for Ivy. Now, determined to break the curse that dooms their love, he's vowed to save her and to have her. If only he can persuade her to forgive his past sins. But defying destiny—and surrendering to the smoldering desire between them—will bring consequences and sacrifices they never imagined…
“The realm gateway was over there. Do you see it?”
He walked to the spot I’d indicated. Then he held out his hands as if feeling for a doorway, which, in essence, he was. “It’s strange,” he said after a pause. “I see the realm and I do feel something, but it’s not as strong as a normal gateway would be. Instead of a door, it feels more like…a crack.” “That’s what I’m worried about,” I said with a fresh sense of dismay. “With the walls between demon realms and our world weakening, cracks are probably turning up all over the place. If it gets worse, those cracks will turn into gaping holes and realms will spill out into this world. And then…” I stopped speaking because I didn’t want to say what would happen next. The only thing worse than knowing was being the only person who could do something to stop it. That’s why I’d spent the past two months splitting my time between training and trying to get my sister, Jasmine, through the post-traumatic stress of being a former demon captive. You’d think with all that, I wouldn’t have had the energy to focus on Adrian, yet I had. A broken heart was the slowest wound to heal, it appeared. “I think we’re safe for the moment,” Adrian said, not addressing my unfinished sentence. “The crack doesn’t feel strong enough to let anyone else through. Maybe the sunlight is weakening it.” For now. I rubbed my right hand where the outline of a braided rope ran from my finger all the way up to my elbow. The remains of the ancient, hallowed slingshot no longer burned in that odd way, but touching it was a tangible reminder that Adrian and I had destinies to fulfill: me to possibly save those trapped in the demon realms, and him to probably betray me. “All right, well, minions are dead, the demon’s gone, Brutus should be back any second and I’m almost home, so you can leave. Now,” I added. A scoff preceded his response and the silver rings around his dark blue eyes seemed to gleam. “I’m not going anywhere, Ivy. Ready or not, I’m back in your life and I’m here to stay.” “But I don’t want you to,” I said, fighting the urge to thump him over the head so the words would sink in. He only smiled, dazzling and so arrogant that I spun around so I didn’t have to look at him anymore. “Yes, I heard you, but while you might not want me—yet—you do need me.” Then, with his lightning quickness, he appeared in front of me, shoving a small box into my hands. “Speaking of things I didn’t get to do before, happy birthday, although one day late.” Shock made me stand still and stare at the box. Twenty-one was a milestone, but no one else had remembered. Not my sister, who was also my best friend, or Costa, my roommate who’d become as close as a brother to me, or Zach, the Archon who sorta mentored me and had supernatural knowledge of just about everything. Only Adrian, and I’d never told him when it was.
Jeaniene Frost is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress series, the Night Prince series and the Broken Destiny series. To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in North Carolina with her husband Matthew, who long ago accepted that she rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling – by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her.
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LUCKY CHARMED
by Sharla Lovelace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 7/18/2017
Charmed, Texas, is as warm and welcoming as it sounds. But even in a small town, when it comes to love, sometimes you’ve got to take the bitter with the sweet . . .
Carmen Frost hates honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .
Sully Hart has had enough of the nomad lifestyle. Travelling with his father’s carnival gave him adventures, but it cost him much more. Now he’s home to stay, contracted to create an entertainment complex in Charmed. He wants roots, a house with a yard and all the mundane pleasures that go with it. But the girl he loved has become a woman who still wants freedom. Can she still want him? It seems he and Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute—and on each other’s lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .
Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf cart, and two crazy dogs. She is the author of five stand-alone novels including the bestselling Don’t Let Go, the exciting Heart Of The Storm series, and the fun and sexy new Charmed in Texas series. For more about Sharla's books, visit sharlalovelace.com, and keep up with all her new book releases easily by subscribing to her newsletter. She loves keeping up with her readers, and you can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram as @sharlalovelace.
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HIS LEADING LADY
by Maggie Dallen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pub Date: 7/11/2017
Nothing less than a Hollywood romance would do . . .
Alice is calm, cool, and aloof—except for the night she meets her new neighbor Dr. Nicholas Bale—aka Hot Doc. The chemistry between them might be through the roof but that doesn’t mean she’s going to let him into her life. Having been seen at her most vulnerable, she vows to have nothing to do with the sexy doctor. After all, Alice learned long ago that love only leads to hurt.
Nicholas is smitten at first sight with the gorgeous, mysterious redhead upstairs. But between her attempts to push him away and the even bigger wall around her heart, the dashing doctor is having a hard time getting close to the sensitive beauty. Then he glimpses the emotion in her eyes as she watches Fred and Ginger whirl across the screen and he’s determined to uncover just what it will take to dance his way in to her heart . . .
Alice was once again faced with the daily showdown—between two pairs of shoes. She sank back in her office chair and contemplated the contents of her bottom drawer. One high-heeled and strappy—perfect for a night out on the town—the other her cozy, well-worn flats, which practically begged her to slip them on and walk home.
Her big meeting with the boss was over, everyone else in the midtown public relations office of Jamison & Co. had left for the day, and she should be out celebrating. But those flats looked so much more appealing. Her phone chimed with a new text. Ugh, Bradley. “Hey, babe, we on for tonight?” No, Bradley. Just no. No for so many reasons. “Babe”? Really? Who does he think he was, an action star from the eighties? But mainly because she and Bradley went on date number three two nights ago and, while he may not know it yet, he’d maxed out. She had a strict three-date policy, and she certainly wasn’t going to be bending any rules for Bradley “Hey, babe” Newton. She picked up the phone and texted back. “Sorry, made other plans.” And like that it was decided. The comfy shoes won. Shoving the sexy heels back into their drawer, she slipped on the flats and headed home. The walk from her office to her Upper West Side apartment was more than a mile, but it gave her a chance to decompress after a long, albeit successful, day. She stopped off at the corner store to pick up a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream before heading to her high-rise apartment building on Riverside. The doorman, Carl, gave her a nod of greeting. The doorman and the view—that was what had sold her on her current studio apartment. Luxury studio, her realtor had liked to stress. And it was luxurious, but only because of the doorman and the epic, sweeping view of the Hudson and the Jersey skyline. Other than that it was just your basic studio. She took the elevator up to her floor, let herself in to her luxury studio, and swapped out her form-fitting skirt suit for some oversized flannel pajamas and a pair of fuzzy slippers. After throwing her long red hair up into a haphazard topknot, she grabbed the ice cream off the counter, and took the stairs down three flights. Ena answered on the second knock, her white frizzy hair a halo around her wrinkled, smiling face. “Alice!” she cried, as if Alice’s presence on her doorstep was a great surprise and not a frequent event. Alice thrust the ice cream at her old neighbor. “I come bearing gifts.” Ena chuckled as she took the ice cream and held the door open for Alice to enter. “What’s the special occasion?” Her eyes widened with excitement. “Did you get the promotion?” “No.” She walked into the woman’s one-bedroom apartment, which miraculously always seemed to smell like something was baking. “Not yet,” she added quickly. It was just a matter of time. Alice did not take no for an answer, not when she really wanted something. And this promotion—she deserved it. None of the other junior associates worked as hard as she did. The senior associate job was hers. She just needed her boss to make it official. Alice headed straight toward Ena’s DVD collection, which lined a bookshelf that covered most of one wall in her friend’s living room. “So what’s this big news?” Ena called out from the kitchen. Alice studied the lineup of old movies, skimming over the westerns and the film noirs. Tonight was a celebration, which called for—aha! She reached out and snatched Swing Time from where it was wedged between Easter Parade and The Maltese Falcon. Ena came out of the kitchen, two bowls of ice cream in hand and handed one to Alice. “The news?” she prompted as they both took their usual seats on their respective love seats. Alice grinned at her friend. “I got my boss to agree to my pro bono plan.” Ena tipped her head down and looked up at her with raised brows. “Oh, okay, our pro bono plan.” Her friend smiled at that and leaned back against the couch, digging in to her ice cream. “So the big boss will let you take on The Ellen for free, huh? What kind of PR campaign do you have in mind?” The Ellen was the old movie theater downtown that had fallen into disrepair. Alice, her sister, Meg, and her husband, Jake, along with some other friends, were part of the volunteer crew who went to the theater every other Saturday morning to do whatever fix-up work they could. Since none of them were in the construction field, that typically meant cleaning, painting, and other non-substantial handyman work that needed to be done.
Maggie Dallen is a huge fan of happily-ever-afters. She writes contemporary and YA romance and has been known to rewrite the endings to classic love stories to ensure that they end on a happy note. In Maggie's version, Ingrid Bergman does not get on the plane. She lives in Northern California and works at a yarn store to support her knitting addiction.
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DEAD STORAGE
by Mary Feliz
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Pub Date: 7/18/2017
As a professional organizer, Maggie McDonald brings order to messy situations. But when a good friend becomes a murder suspect, surviving the chaos is one tall task . . .
Despite a looming deadline, Maggie thinks she has what it takes to help friends Jason and Stephen unclutter their large Victorian in time for its scheduled renovation. But before she can fill a single bin with unused junk, Jason leaves for Texas on an emergency business trip, Stephen’s injured mastiff limps home—and Stephen himself lands in jail for murder. Someone killed the owner of a local Chinese restaurant and stuffed him in the freezer. Stephen, caught at the crime scene covered in blood, is the number one suspect. Now Maggie must devise a strategy to sort through secrets and set him free—before she’s tossed into permanent storage next . . .
Thursday, February 16, Morning
M talked to him. “I know you insist on working with both halves of a couple—” “But I’m also a problem solver. What’s up?” “That spate of tornadoes and flooding in Texas, that’s what. I’ve been deployed. I can’t back out or delay our departure. Those people are hurting, and it’s the first test of my new auxiliary law-enforcement team. A group of TV journalists is reporting on our project for some newsmagazine. Our funding and the future of programs like this de- pend on our success.” Jason rattled off the sentences breathlessly, without giving me a chance to comment or interrupt. I understood his predicament. He’d been working on establishing a rapid-response law enforcement team for as long as I’d known him. The short version of the saga was that the team, with all its supplies, could swoop into a disaster area and support law enforcement efforts under local authority. The idea was to prevent looting, keep people safe, provide skilled guidance to volunteers, and eliminate many of the problems experienced by civilians, volunteers, and first respon- ders following Hurricane Katrina and other disasters. Jason’s team and others like it hoped to plug gaps between what FEMA and the National Guard could provide and what community resources were designed to accomplish. “No problem,” I said. “We’ll start after you get back.” “Stephen’s ready to start, like, yesterday, and the demolition is only two weeks away.” “Ah . . .” I began, stalling for time. “To be successful, any system we develop will have to include you. If it’s going to work long term—” “Look, Maggie, I’ve got to go. They’re loading our containers on the cargo plane. Stephen and I talked about priorities and goals last night. We made a list. I gave him parameters for tossing my stuff, and I promised not to divorce him if he gives away my favorite baseball glove. If that works for you, great. If not, take it up with Stephen. Arrange something—” The phone cut off. I was left with the decision of whether to begin or postpone. I spotted several potential problems with Jason’s plan. Among the stumbling blocks was the fact that they might waste time and money creating a system that would work for Stephen, but not for Jason. When I’d spoken to Stephen, afterward, he considered my advice but ultimately decided to go ahead. “No matter what Jason says, he’s going to have trouble making time for this project, even once he’s home again,” Stephen said. “Damn the torpedoes . . .” That was two days ago. I’d decided Stephen was right. With Jason’s full-time job as a police detective he was never in full control of his own hours. Stephen was a retired US Marine who worked unpredictable hours volunteering with veterans and their canine counterparts, creat- ing civilian partnerships. If we were going to have their house ready to start a major remodel, there was no time to waste. Today, Stephen and I were meeting to start purging their belongings, deciding what to save, and fine-tuning our organizational strategy. I knocked on the front door of their sprawling Victorian near the Palo Alto border. There was no answer to the bell. No resonant woof from Stephen’s huge mastiff, Munchkin. I peered through the front window, leaving the print of my nose on the glass. Only dust motes moved inside. I sat on the front step and texted Stephen My calendar says we’re meeting at 8:30 today. Do I have that right? Stephen was an early riser, so I’d agreed to meet him as soon as I dropped my teen boys at the middle school and high school. He’d promised me coffee and bagels. At the thought of food, my stomach rumbled and my mouth filled with saliva. I was starving and caffeine deprived. My golden retriever, Belle, thumped her tail, whined, and leaned into me, looking up with yearning. Normally, I didn’t bring Belle to work with me, but Stephen was a friend of mine, a dog per- son, and Munchkin was Belle’s BFF. “They’ll be back soon,” I told her, referring to both Stephen and his seldom-absent canine partner. “I’m sure everything is fine. How often are they ever late?” Belle made a polite sound in response. “Right,” I said. “Never . . . Well, nearly never.” Extreme and unrelenting punctuality was a fault of Stephen’s, an artifact of his time in the military. Some of his friends found it an- noying, but I shared the trait and appreciated his timely arrival when- ever we got together. I bit my lip, sighed, and squinted into the sun to scan the neighborhood. There was no car in the drive. He must have had a last-minute errand that went longer than he had planned. Unex- pected traffic tie-ups were a recurring Silicon Valley problem. With the high-tech economy, growing population, and high-density build- ing projects booming, the area was home to a record number of peo- ple. More people meant more cars. A trip to the dentist that took fifteen minutes a month or two earlier could easily take thirty min- utes or longer today, even without a rush-hour fender bender creating gridlock. The problem grew worse daily and there was no easy solu- tion. I looked at my watch. Any minute, I expected to see Stephen and Munchkin loping up the street from one direction or the other. At six- foot-four inches, accompanied by a dog that weighed almost as much as he did, Stephen was hard to miss. I paced in front of the house. This situation reminded me too much of a client session I’d begun four months earlier, standing on a front porch a few blocks away when my client was late. That morn- ing had culminated in the death of a dear friend. I shivered, drew my fleece coat closer to me, peered at my phone, and dialed Stephen’s number. The phone rang before I could finish punching the buttons. “Hello?” I said. The phone responded with crackles and pops. “. . . police station . . . jail . . .” “Hello? Who is this? I’m not going to fall for that trick. My kids are safe in school.” I disconnected the call. Our entire town had been plagued with phishing phone calls from crooks pretending to be our children or grandchildren. The calls all followed the same pattern: a distraught young voice claiming to be kin begged for money to be wired immediately. Most people, like me, recognized it for what it was and hung up the phone. But older people, those in the beginning stages of dementia or vulnerable in other ways, grew distraught. A friend of my mom called her daughter nearly every day to be reas- sured that the children and grandchildren were safe. The scams were criminal, disruptive, and downright cruel. I shook off my righteous indignation and dialed Stephen again. In the process, I noted that the crooks, whoever they were, were getting crafty. My phone reported that the phishing call originated from the police station in Mountain View, the town that abutted Orchard View’s southern border. I made a mental note to tell Jason about the call the next time we spoke. When he wasn’t helping flood-ravaged towns in Texas, Jason was an Orchard View detective. He’d know who to no- tify about calls from people impersonating the police. My call went to voice mail.
Mary Feliz has lived in five states and two countries but calls Silicon Valley home. Traveling to other areas of the United States, she’s frequently reminded that what seems normal in the high-tech heartland can seem decidedly odd to the rest of the country. A big fan of irony, serendipity, diversity, and quirky intelligence tempered with gentle humor, Mary strives to bring these elements into her writing, although her characters tend to take these elements to a whole new level. She’s a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and National Association of Professional Organizers. Mary is a Smith College graduate with a degree in Sociology. She lives in Northern California with her husband, near the homes of their two adult offspring.
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Eye Candy
Real Love #1 By: Jessica Lemmon Releasing July 25, 2017 Loveswept
Don’t trust lust at first sight. One woman chooses reality over fantasy in this friends-to-lovers romance.
Jacqueline: As an adult woman—and the vice president of a marketing firm—I shouldn’t be waiting by my office window to ogle the mystery man who jogs by every morning at 11:45. Sure, he’s a gorgeous, perfect specimen of the human race, but I can’t bring myself to hit on a total stranger. However, my best friend–slash–colleague Vince Carson thinks I should do more than talk to the guy. In fact, he’s borderline obsessive about “getting me laid.” (His words.) But the more time we spend together, the more it’s clear: The one I’m falling for is Vince. Vince: Jackie Butler’s got it bad for some pompous, over-pumped A-hole who struts his stuff past her window. That doesn’t bother me. I know she deserves nice things. What does bother me is that she friend-zoned me big-time last year, so I can’t ask her out myself. But what if I set her up with Mr. Steroids? Then, when he breaks her heart, I can swoop in and save her like the nice guy I am. Everything’s going according to plan . . . until we share a ridiculously epic kiss. And suddenly anything is possible.
JACQUELINE
“Truly pathetic, Butler,” I hear behind me. It’s Vince, using my last name, per his usual. I swirl around and peg him with a look of pure fury. He’s VP too, by the way. Did I mention that? Last year when the vice president quit, two of us were promoted to handle the workload in tandem. I guess that was better than one of us leaving the other behind. “What does the sign say?” I bark, pointing at my ajar office door. Vince frowns, looks at it, then reads, “Knock if this is closed.” “And did you? Knock?” I fold my arms. “Yes, actually.” He sticks his fingers into the front pockets of his snug, well-fitting pair of jeans. He always wears dark jeans, a black belt, and a pair of leather shoes. Button-down and tie. He gets away with denim because our company president encourages free spirits and creativity . . . in the men who work here. Meanwhile, the women are expected to look the part of the professional, so I’ll be over here in my silk shirt and pencil skirt and stilettos if you need me. Such is life as a human with XX chromosomes. “You were too busy admiring Golden Boy to hear me.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I crane my chin, because nothing says “I’m not lying through my teeth” like a jutted chin. Vince walks over to the window and points at a cheek-shaped smudge on the otherwise perfect glass. “What’s this?” “I . . . fell asleep. Long night.” He grins and a rare blush steals across my cheeks. Not because he’s attractive—though he is. In a scamplike, puckish way. Since he was always “off limits,” it’s easy to forget he might be someone I’d look at twice if circumstances were different. If he hadn’t been so completely gone for his wife when I met him. A dart of pain shoots through the center of my chest at the thought. Leslie leaving shattered him. Whenever I think about those first six months, and how angry and hurt Vince was, I want to mail her an envelope full of glitter. No, seriously. It’s a thing. Have you ever tried to get glitter out of carpet? I have. I used to host craft night at my place. You find shiny little specks for months. Months. “You fell asleep,” Vince repeats flatly, giving me the slowest blink ever. “When are you going to admit you have a schoolgirl crush on that muscle-bound jerk?” “Mark is not a jerk,” I blurt. “His name is Mark?” Vince winces. I backtrack. “No. That’s what Kayla calls him. His name is J.T.” “Do you know why guys use initials for their names?” He smirks, cocky. I prop my hands on my hips and wait. “One of two reasons.” Vince holds up a finger. “One, he’s either too lazy or stupid to spell it, or two, both names are embarrassing. Like”—he pauses, both fingers out like a peace sign as he studies the ceiling before finishing—“Judson Taylor.” I drop my arms. “You think his name is Judson Taylor?” “Or”—another dramatic pause, only one finger elevated this time—“Jaundice Toe . . . jam.” I can’t help it. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach with one arm as I double over. When I recover and push my hair behind my ears, Vince is smiling, pleased with himself. This is why we’re friends. He pulls me out of my why-so-serious, and I make him talk about his feelings. We’re good for each other.
A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
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A billionaire on the hunt for justice meets his match in Amelia Autin's latest Man on a Mission romance
When she's bound, gagged and kidnapped, Alana Richardson is terrified...until a masked avenging angel saves her. There's something unforgettable about the mysterious man. But when she uncovers her hero's identity--drop-dead-gorgeous alpha male Jason Moore--Alana is irresistibly drawn into his dangerous world... A CEO by day and a vigilante by night, Jason lives and breathes danger. Yet, for the first time, he may have found a woman who understands his commitment to justice at all costs. His hunger for right to prevail could put Alana in harm's way--but one night and one secret will change everything.
With riveting tension and mesmerizing intrigue, the story swept me away to the exotic Hong Kong and the danger-filled world of the RMM and their fight for justice.
Alana Richardson is a clever, capable, and brave heroine who was easy to like and admire. While facing life or death situations she does not freeze or hide away but faces the danger and does everything in her power to escape or rescue the victims, do whatever is needed for survival. She is a daughter of wealthy parents and could be living the easy life of leisure, yet she chooses to cut her own way, make her own path, and turn her back to her parents close-minded and narrow look of life and people around them. Jason Moore won me over from the first scene and as the story progress, I fell for him more and more each moment. His integrity, sincerity, braveness, and willingness to risk his own life to save others, his need to fight for justice and crime in what ever way needed and his honesty about that fight for equity was admirable and commendable. All he wants is to find the woman who will love him for himself and not for his wealth or position in the society. The past has jilted his heart and made it leery, yet the allure of the connection between him and Alana is too powerful to be ignored. The plot is well thought out and the natural flow of the story makes it a book hard to put down until you reach the very satisfying conclusion. I loved how Alana and Jason take time, weeks, to get to know each other, the seduction of minds as powerful as the physical attraction. The danger keeps interfering their lives, the troublesome situations, attacks, and kidnappings, the menace of the Eight Tigers power games, creates bone chilling moments. In midst of the developing romance and escalating violent action, there is an ode to the city of Hong Kong. There is an authentic look at the culture, the people, and the often difficult situation when one is trapped between two cultures, trying to find themselves and their place in the world. I adored this part of the story, it is a genuine, reliable, and true look of the life and living, even the discrimination that a mixed-race person can face. With the well-balanced mix of action and romance, the story was entertaining. With the character development and the turbulent life situations they face, the story was thought-provoking and encouraging. Overall a fascinating and gripping story ~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
Award-winning author Amelia Autin is an inveterate reader who can’t bear to put a good book down…or part with it.
She’s a long-time member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), and served three years as its treasurer. Amelia resides with her Ph.D. engineer husband in quiet Vail, Arizona, where they can see the stars at night and have a “million dollar view” of the Rincon Mountains from their back yard. Connect with the author: Website Twitter |