Wolf Next Door – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3.5 By Heather Long

Wolf Next Door
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3.5
Heather Long


When Claire Webster was five years old Tyler Buckley, the wolf next door, told her he was her mate and then ordered her not to play with one of her friends. Butting heads throughout their childhood, her choice to leave Willow Bend tore them apart. Eight years later, she sends a request to the new Alpha—she wants to come home, and when he grants it, she’s both relieved and terrified. The first person she runs into is the last one who ever wants to see her again.

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This book is noted as number 5 on Amazon, I am following the numbers as they appear on Heather Long’s website.

Tyler had known Claire was his mate from a young age. Feeling stifled she had an opportunity to leave Toman’s pack and she took it. Her parents were devastated, Tyler even more so.

Now she’s requested to return to Willow Bend, Mason is a good Alpha but his concern is for the whole pack. Tyler will be a major factor in whether or not she gets to stay even though his mother has offered to sponsor her.

This is a favorite scene after a showdown with his family, specifically his brother Linc.

The wolf had recognized his mate a long time ago, long before Tyler even understood what it meant. Then their mate left them. Mates didn’t do that.If they learned nothing else from her homecoming, they would know why.

She didn’t look up from her hands, so he sat on his haunches and waited. Sooner or later, she would have to acknowledge him. The minutes ticked by and she straightened, chin lifting. He met her red-rimmed gaze and refused to flinch.

“You shouldn’t have fought your brother,” she told him. Her voice was huskier than he remembered. Sexier.

What he did or didn’t do with his brother was none of her damn business. So, he stared and waited. When she was younger, she’d had hollows in her cheeks, such fragile, exquisite bone structure. He’d hated when she shifted, the brutal crack of bone and jerk of muscle on her delicate body worried him.

Her wolf, though, she’d been exceptional and well worth the torture of seeing Claire change.

“I’m sorry me coming home has created problems for you.”

He flicked his ears away. She still hadn’t mentioned what he wanted to hear. Her time in Arizona had done more than tan her skin to a lovely shade of brown. Supple muscle coated her arms and legs. Her shirt rode up over her belly and betrayed the taut pack of her abdominals. A hint of a stripe across the lower part of her ribcage caught his attention, but she tugged the fabric down.

Ears forward, he tested her scent. The sweetness he definitely remembered, but a bite rode beneath it. A bite he didn’t recognize. His lips peeled off his teeth.

Had she mated? Was it possible for her to have done so when she’d left him behind?

Wiping her face, Claire rose. “If you want to keep glaring at me, you can come inside. I’m—tired and I need to figure out what I’m going to do next.” Not waiting for his response, she strode into the house. The graceful sway of a predator comfortable in her own skin teased him and Tyler straightened. His Claire hadn’t been that athletic. She didn’t play sports and only hunted at specific times when she couldn’t get out of it—usually when he’d made her come along because he’d wanted her company.

A dozen questions flooded his mind, the chief among them being what happened to her in Sutter Butte? What had she become there?

Rising to his feet, he padded up the steps and followed her into the house. Tyler might have his reservations, but his wolf didn’t. He found her in the kitchen unpacking the basket from his mother. Studying the room, he chose the padded window seat. It was perfect for sunning oneself on cool mornings, something Mrs. Webster used to do. When they were little, Claire napped in the same window. He used to sneak out of his own naptime to check on her.

“You can sit there, if you like.” She motioned to the window. Tucking the front strands of her bobbed hair behind her ears, she studied the food his mother packed. “Are you hungry?”

After settling onto the window seat, he faced her. Yes, he was starving. For knowledge. Claire took her time setting up her meal, then she filled a glass with water. Once seated at the table, she glanced at him. “Two can play that game, Tyler. If you want answers, you’re going to have to ask me the damn questions.”

Then she ignored him and ate her food.

Tyler didn’t blink, nor did he stop staring at her. She’d never spoken to him like that before. So why the hell did he feel like he’d missed this about her most of all?

More questions and even less in the way of answers. When she’d finished her food, she cleaned the kitchen and began to work in her house. Tyler stayed with her, maintaining his vigil. His wolf was as curious as him about their mate.

They were patient. They would wait her out.

Hours passed. When she finally climbed the stairs to her room, he followed. At the doorway, she paused and glanced at him. She raised her eyebrows, and he met her gaze without a single sound.

“Have it your way,” she said and closed the door, shutting him out.

Stumped and more than a little fascinated, he settled into a spot at her door and kept his ears focused on the bedroom. She was right, he didn’t belong in her room, but she was wrong if she thought she would shake him this time. This time, he’d get the damn deleted scenes.
Long, Heather. Wolf Next Door (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 5) (pp. 42-44). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

As Tyler slowly learns her reasons for leaving, he also knows he still loves her. He is also going to have to come to terms with his part in why she left.

Claire will also have to find her place within the pack, and also figure out her relationship with Tyler. Much has changed under Mason all for the good but he will do what is best for the whole pack, not an individual.

Emotional with plenty of family drama and the ever intuitive Mason who seems to know the outcome before it’s a reality.

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From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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A New Series From Susan Stoker! Defending Allye – Mountain Mercenaries Book 1

Six ex-soldiers. Six perfect strangers.
Bound by the things they’ve done,
the things they’ve seen,
and the turmoil they’ve suffered.
Until fate gives them another purpose…

When several soldiers find themselves frequenting the same pool hall, it’s more than coincidence. The world sees them as broken, but their singular skills make them perfectly suited for jobs outside the law, beyond it, hunting down criminals with the aid of a mysterious “handler.” Time and again, they’ve proven they have each other’s backs. Loyalty that will be necessary when, one by one, each man must call on his brothers in arms to save the woman he loves.

Defending Allye
Mountain Mercenaries Book 1
Susan Stoker


Love is a life-and-death risk for the Mountain Mercenaries in New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker’s explosive series of alpha heroes, hot action, and hard passion…

Ever since his rescue op off the Pacific Coast, Mountain Mercenary Gray Rogers hasn’t been able to forget his latest “job”—Allye Martin. Any other woman would have panicked during a rescue, but the wily dancer kept her cool—even after being kidnapped by an elusive human trafficker. And Gray couldn’t be happier when a grateful Allye follows him home to Colorado Springs…

For Allye, finding sanctuary in the arms—and bed—of the former Navy SEAL is only temporary. People are disappearing off the streets of San Francisco, victims of the same underground trade that targeted her, and Allye could be the key to dismantling the entire operation. She’s willing to do anything to bring them down. Gray isn’t—for good reason. But you don’t say no to a tough girl like Allye who refuses to play it safe.

Now Gray is risking more than ever before. The Mountain Mercenaries have his back. But is it enough to keep the woman he loves out of harm’s way?

I have to say when Susan Stoker starts off a new series she does it with hold your breath action. Now I’ve read just about everything she’s written so I know she’s going to be mean to her heroine. I somehow just wasn’t prepared for this opening in the Pacific Ocean.

Gray and Black are alone on this mission, the others having headed to Mexico on another. It should have been simple, but Gray got the surprise of his life when instead of just information he finds ‘the package’ that was to be delivered. One Allye Martin.

One of my favorite scenes is after they get out of the icy Pacific but still have a distance to go to land.

It was Gray’s turn to chuckle. “I think you have a pretty narrow view of accountants, kitten. I’m not sure what height or muscular makeup have to do with being able to put numbers together.”

“It’s just . . . you were going to swim like a million miles back to shore . . . towing me. I can’t picture you as an accountant. No way.”

“You know that I also used to be in the Navy,” Gray told her, not sure why he was overexplaining, just that he wanted her to know. “And that I was a SEAL. So was Black, although we never worked together when we were on active duty. I got out, and now I help keep books for a few businesses in Colorado. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Allye asked incredulously. “It’s a huge deal! And I have to say . . . if there were more boys who looked like you in my high school who were into math, I might’ve had a new appreciation for algebra. I might even have skipped the class less.”

Both Gray and Black chuckled.

“I’m relieved you guys are some sort of supersoldiers, all things considered.”

“Sailors,” Black corrected.


“Sailors, not soldiers,” he repeated.

“You never call a SEAL a soldier.”

“Oh, so sorry,” she teased. “Super-SEALs . . . is that better?”

“Much,” Black said with a grin.

“You need to be really careful when you get home,” Gray said, bringing the conversation back around.

“I will,” she told him.

“I don’t want to hear that you’ve disappeared again. I’ll be awfully disappointed if I have to come rescue you a second time.”

She rolled her eyes, and Gray’s lips twitched. She was adorable when she did that, although he’d never admit it.

“You won’t,” she said. “I figure if whoever this is gets his hands on me again, he’ll have learned his lesson, and he won’t be as lax next time. I’ll be one of those ninety thousand missing people you told me about earlier.”

She was joking, Gray could tell, but her words didn’t sit well with him. Not at all.
Stoker, Susan. Defending Allye (Mountain Mercenaries Book 1) (p. 48). Montlake Romance. Kindle Edition.

As with all missions once they had Allye safe they had to leave. Somehow Gray didn’t feel right about leaving, there was something about the feisty dancer that called to him.

The last thing he expected was to see her at The Pit with something that could be key in their investigation. She expected to meet with Rex so she was hesitant, then Gray reminds her about his ‘interview’.

The stakes keep going up as Allye stays safe with Gray and the other Mountain Mercenaries working to figure out the data she brought them.

Plenty of sparks fly between Gray and Allye and not just the sexual ones.

I loved meeting the Mountain Mercenaries, each one with a specialty that enhances their efforts and with flexible daytime jobs. I am definitely curious about Rex, their mysterious boss. It should be interesting when we finally meet him.

Human trafficking is appalling and I applaud Susan for taking on this difficult subject.

This book snagged me on the first page and kept me enthralled until the end. I look forward to the next book in this series.

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She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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Wanted By The Lawman – Lawmen of Wyoming Series Book 2 By Rhonda Lee Carver

Wanted By The Lawman
Lawmen of Wyoming Book 2
Rhonda Lee Carver


To Serve. Protect. And desire.

Special Agent Zander Cade discovers his stunning neighbor and realizes she has a handful of secrets that could put him in a difficult situation. He has a job to do, but her beauty and spunk deter his every intention to abide the law. If his instincts are right, she’s a whole lot of trouble…and in danger.

Wynn Makelti has no other choice but to move into her grandmother’s neglected house, at least for the time being. Anything is better than going back to her ex whose criminal activity is catching up to him. The Wyoming scenery isn’t too bad, considering her neighbor has caught, and keeps, her attention. But can he be trusted? She believes he has a few secrets of his own and she makes it a priority to find out what he’s hiding behind his hat, beguiling smile and bad-boy tattoos.

Little by little the secrets begin to unravel and turmoil shows up on her doorstep. As safe as his embrace feels, can she stay and possibly put him at risk from someone from her past? If she leaves, she could lose everything she has come to love.

As risky as loving Wynn is, Zander can’t let her go, even if it puts his career on the line. It’s time she finds out what a real man has to offer and he’s the one to do it. Together they can face the danger closing in…unless she runs before he can prove that he can be trusted to protect her and love her.

Wynn Makelti has had enough. She’s leaving and not coming back. Thankfully she kept her inheritance of her grandmother’s home and a couple of acres a secret from him. Unfortunately the home is in disrepair and in the middle of a snow storm the furnace won’t start. With no stacked firewood she goes in search of wood to burn.

Zander purchased his land from Agnes Makelti’s estate and built his cottage next door to her house. When he sees a flickering light in the shed across the way he decides to confront the intruder.

This is a favorite scene.

“I won’t tell you again. Now drop the flashlight and lift your hands. My dog is dangerous. You might get bit.”

The dog whimpered.

She almost laughed. “I live here.” Her voice trembled a bit. She didn’t like having a gun pointed at her. Who knew what nutcase had his finger on the trigger. Someone who dared come onto her property and hold her at gunpoint, that’s who.

The man’s raw chuckle made the hairs on her neck stand. “Good try, but this place has been empty for over a year. I’d know if someone lived here considering I live next door.”

There was something about his voice… “Wait. You sound familiar. Are you the cowboy who asked to show me around Crooked Creek?”

After a good measure of hesitation, he said, “You’re trespassing. Get your hands up where I can see them.”

With an exaggerated sigh, she reached up and dragged the hat from her head. “It is you. The cookie man. And I am Wynn, the granddaughter of Agnus Makelti who left me her house.”

“Sunofawitch. What the hell?” The words dripped off his lips like a tire losing air. “Sorry, I didn’t send out a town memo saying that I was moving in, but it was sort of last minute. Think you could lower the gun? I don’t trust my life to a frozen, trigger finger.”

“I could have shot you” he grumbled.

“For being in my shed? Or because I didn’t take you up on your invitation for a date? Yikes. Have things changed that much around here?”

“Still have the snark, I see. And I didn’t ask you on a date. I asked if you’d like for me to show you around. That’s called hospitality. They don’t have that where you come from?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call this hospitality,” she huffed.

“I was defending the property.”

“If you don’t object, can we take this inside? I’m forming icicles on my icicles.”

Another too long hesitation and finally, “Okay. Come on, Susie-Q.” With a click of his tongue, the dog followed him, retracing the footsteps she’d made. When they came upon the large impression in the snow where she’d fallen, Zander chuckled. “Snow angel?”

“Funny.” She stomped past him, clenching her teeth against the icy wind and pushed open the door that squeaked loudly in protest. She stepped into the semi-warm kitchen and took off her wet sweatshirt. Thankfully, the seventeen-hundreds-something cookstove gave off a little bit of heat from the last of the kindling. Opening the door to poke the contents, she bumped her numb fingers and an ache traveled up into her wrist. “Shoot!”

“How long were you outside? You’re a pretty shade of blue.”

“Great. Thank you.” Wynn turned and came face to face with sex appeal in nice fitting Wranglers. He was standing three feet from her now, eyes blazing and hair tousled. A lock of the dark mass had fallen over his forehead making him look a lot younger. She guessed he was thirty, maybe thirty-two, but she’d never been good at gauging a person’s age…or their personality.

At least he’d pushed his gun into the waist of his jeans, but he stood in a stance that reminded her of a warrior preparing for battle. She guessed they weren’t on the best of terms and, admittedly, she hadn’t been nice to him earlier. Not that she needed to defend herself, but she didn’t trust anyone now.
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Wynn has some attraction for the handsome cowboy, but she is keeping her secrets close.

Zander has a big one he’s keeping from her as well, and as all of these start coming out it can make or break this relationship.

Suspenseful, dramatic, funny and sexy. I really enjoyed this book in spite of a couple of editing errors that made it past the proof.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a bestselling author of romance. She’s emotional, fun-loving, known to be witty (sometimes at the wrong times), cries during touching commercials, and values a good love story…and a hero who loves to get his hands dirty.

By day, she taps into her creative, fictional world and writes beautifully-flawed, broken characters with big hearts that readers can relate to. In the evening, she travels back to reality and becomes the adoring wife and mother to their amazing kids. She’s also homework virtuoso (at least she thinks so), amateur nurse, mediocre chef, pet-guru (all the strays show up at her house), and a Jackie of all trades. Yoga and chocolate keep her sane. She adds a sprinkle of her own real-life adventures in each story she spins, adventures like the time she rejected a marriage proposal and he swallowed the ring. She wouldn’t give up one thing in her crazy, chaotic, ever-amusing life, except, she might do magic tricks for the bungalow on the beach she’s had her eye on (wishing never hurt anyone).

Writing for Rhonda is like falling in love and finding a new best friend over and over again. Her characters will find a place inside your heart too. Keep reading and she’ll keep writing.

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Texas SEAL – SEALs of Coronado Book 3 By Paige Tyler

Texas SEAL
SEALs of Coronado Book 3
Paige Tyler


She was searching for her brother…

Lyla Torres knows something is wrong. Her brother might have tempted trouble in the past, but he’s never disappeared before. Desperate, she needs help, and who better than the one guy who always had her brother’s back in high school? Trent…and since Trent is now a Navy SEAL, he’s got to be man enough for the job—exactly who she needs. And if she’s honest, exactly who she’s always wanted.

And found love along the way.

Petty Officer Trent Wagner doesn’t like surprises. But the one standing on his doorstep makes him rethink that opinion. Lyla Torres, his best friend’s sister, is all grown up—and more beautiful than he remembered. Attraction aside, Trent knows his old buddy always ran with a dangerous crowd, so keeping Lyla safe—and close—is priority. But when his worst fears are proved and Lyla is kidnapped, Trent will fight the devil himself to get her back and make her his.

Underestimating a vindictive drug lord is a fatal mistake—one Trent can’t afford to make.

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Trent is settling in for some time off with friends when an unexpected surprise shows up on his doorstep. Lila is his best friend’s sister, and she is definitely not the little girl he remembers.

Trent and Marco have gone in totally different directions life wise, but according to Lila he’s missing and could be in trouble. He supposedly turned his life around and is a successful artist.

This is a favorite scene when Trent sees Marco’s work for the first time.

Lyla led him past several people casually perusing the artwork as well as a couple talking to a dark-haired woman who worked there about buying a painting that covered nearly a whole wall toward the back of the gallery. When they got there, she paused to point out the section dedicated to Marco’s work.

Trent couldn’t help but stop and stare in surprise. The guy he’d known back in high school hadn’t possessed an artistic bone in his body. Marco’s idea of beauty had pretty much started with a woman’s butt in a pair of tight jeans and ended with a 1969 Boss 429 Mustang. Apparently, his friend had changed since then.

There were eight large metal sculptures positioned around the exhibit area. Trent found himself wandering around them, marveling that the man he knew had made these things. Although each of the pieces was totally unique, Trent could see the consistency of style that connected all of them to the same artist. Some were incredibly realistic, like the one showing a dragon with its wings extended lifting a huge Texas longhorn from the ground, while others were designed simply to provoke an emotion, like the weeping willow that made Trent feel sad merely by looking at it.

But whether they were realistic or abstract, they were all powerful and beautifully crafted. The metal shaping, welding, and polishing that had gone into each of the pieces must have taken weeks—maybe months—to accomplish. Trent didn’t know anything about art, but he knew amazing when he saw it, and Marco’s works were nothing short of amazing.

“Wow,” he breathed.

Lyla’s lips curved. “Yeah. That’s the same reaction most people have the first time they experience Marco’s stuff. You can see now why I said he’s left his old life behind. This is who he is now.”
Tyler, Paige. Texas SEAL (SEALs of Coronado Book 3) (pp. 27-28). Kindle Edition.

Seeing his friend’s work is enough to convince him that maybe he’s cleaned up his act. However, finding Marco only puts Lila in the sights of a drug lord.

Plenty of action and suspense as these two turn up the heat.

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Paige is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty,independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.

When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)

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A First Look Excerpt and Giveaway! Kerry Adrienne’s Claiming His Lioness – Shifter Wars Book 4

USA Today Bestselling Author
Kerry Adrienne’s Shifter Wars Series
comes to its epic conclusion when former enemies align, but is it too late to protect everyone they’ve come to love?

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Claiming His Lioness
Shifter Wars Book 4
Kerry Adrienne


Lara has always relished being a thorn in Mason’s paw. When she was chosen as pride Enforcer, it was easier than ever to get under the passionate shifter’s skin. But with the scent of humans in the air comes a threat she’s powerless to battle alone.

It’s time Lara unites with the one man she needs, the one man she’s secretly drawn to…as if by fate.

If there’s one thing Mason hates more than relinquishing control to a female, it’s the attraction he feels for the fiery lioness. Joining forces with Lara against an insidious enemy only makes their primal bond hotter—and the two of them stronger.

Now it’s up to them, side by side, to bring together three warring shifter clans, win the final fight and save Deep Creek.

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One, two, three, four…A deep breath, and the world didn’t seem quite as red. Another breath. Don’t let him get to you.“Women have roles and men have roles.” Mason cleared his throat then narrowed his eyes. “Not better or worse. Different.”

“This isn’t the Middle Ages.” Her voice was calm. Soft but firm.

“I know. Women have babies. Men fight.”

“Wow, seriously? Women have babies and fight. You saw how much help the lionesses were at the cave. We’d have lost a lot more lions if we hadn’t been there…to fight. We weren’t there to nurse cubs.” He was getting to her. She kicked at the leaves on the ground.

Only an hour or so till dark. The faint strains of sunset were already slanting through the trees, painting an orange glow to the surroundings, and the forest sounds were shifting to nocturnal melodies.

“You helped a lot and I appreciate that. My point is, why not let the men take care of you now? We aren’t in desperate need of your help like we were at the cave, so why not let us protect you?”

He really didn’t get it. Lara started to speak but paused. What could she say to make him understand? Did he really think women had roles that were so defined, they couldn’t do other things too? Or did he feel that it was his role to make sure women were safe and secure?

Regardless, it was obnoxious. And a prime example of how tall, dark and dangerous wasn’t enough.

“It’s noble of you to want to protect the women.” She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to maintain her calm and phrase things in a nonconfrontational way. No point in having him dismiss her thoughts because he felt intimidated. “But you don’t need to protect us unless we ask you to. We can protect ourselves. You should accept the help or you’re going to have a lot of pissed-off lionesses. Trust me, you don’t want that.”

Mason looked deeper into the forest, his shoulders bunched with tension. His back, broad and sloping to a muscular ass, filled his black T-shirt perfectly. Wrestling with him wasn’t so bad, was it? In other circumstances, it could be a lot of fun.

She might even win.

She fought the urge to run her hand over his shoulders to comfort him and satisfy her craving. Yank his T-shirt off and press herself against those muscles. They were definitely hard. She’d felt them when he lay across her on the ground.

No. She shook her head.

Mason was off-limits.

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Do Not Miss This Book!!! Blood Vows – The Arsenal Book 3 by Cara Carnes

Blood Vows
The Arsenal Book 3
Cara Carnes


He’s sworn to find his son.

Dallas Mason did whatever was necessary to survive his stint in black ops. While in the Collective, there was no line he wouldn’t cross, and no mission he wouldn’t take. He bedded the enemy to secure his freedom and return to his brothers and build a new life, where the lines between right and wrong are sometimes blurred, but never erased. Now he and everyone at The Arsenal has one mission: find his son. His family and team will stop at nothing to achieve the goal—including sidelining Dallas from the hunt.

She’s sworn to find her father’s killer.

Kamren Garrett learned to rely on no one long ago. Surrounded by enemies, and surviving in hostile territory is nothing new for her. She can outshoot, outhunt, and out track anyone. She doesn’t need a Mason dictating what she can and can’t do to uncover the secrets of her father’s death. Dallas thinks she’s the problem. She doesn’t have time to handle him. She’s close to identifying her quarry. Unfortunately, she discovers she’s over her head and in need of help and she turns to the last person she ever wanted to ask—Dallas Mason.

Forced to take a step back from his true objective, Dallas sets his sights on fixing the problems threatening his son’s future home. Teamed with Kamren, he’ll uncover more than they expected. Failure isn’t an option when it comes to blood vows.

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series I suggest you do that before reading this one. While it’s not necessary it will make far more sense if you do.

Kamren Garett is looking for her father’s killer, unfortunately her sister Rachelle has been bad mouthing her all over the place, calling her crazy and starting rumors she’s on drugs. Rachelle and her brother Cliff have been at the Arsenal since Riley convinced everyone something bad was going on in Marville. The Mason’s have their back even against their sibling.

The ‘Marville Dogs’ want her to stop her snooping around. After a confrontation with Dallas Mason at the Sip and Spin, a bar where her best friend Dani works. She leaves town. When she returns all is not well and she makes the decision to ask the Arsenal for help.

This is a favorite scene of her eventful journey up the road.

It’d been two weeks since her face off with Dallas Mason. He’d made assumptions she hadn’t corrected. Why bother? He was right. Rachelle was better off away from her and the troubles she’d stirred.

The troubles slamming her off the highway.

It’d been a mistake going to the Sip and Spin. Coming to The Arsenal.

The truck lurched forward against a grind of bumper-on-bumper contact. Her teeth rattled, her body slammed against the seat belt. She gunned the truck and powered on. Her pulse quickened, but a calm settled over her—a steady, rumbling awareness of everything around her. She scanned the area ahead.


The Arsenal?


The vehicle slammed into her truck’s side. Metal crunched, but Kamren swerved into the impact and gunned the accelerator. Close. So close.

Break away. Prepare a response.

She snagged the cell and hit the call button.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Answer. Answer. Answer.

“Arsenal.” The gruff response was huskier than she expected, as if half-asleep.

She grunted as the vehicle slammed into her backside once more. Tires spun as she battled with the steering wheel. Damn it. They’d screwed up the alignment somehow.

“Who is this?” The voice—sharper, more determined—drew her attention. Adrenaline surged, fueling her thoughts.

“Kamren Garrett. Someone’s after me. I’m close, but not going to make it. I’ll draw their fire, but keep Rachelle safe. Don’t let anyone outside Resino County get my backpack.”

She doubted any of it made sense, but she had no time to repeat or play twenty questions. She angled the vehicle off the road and barreled out the passenger door as it lurched to a stop. Right hand on her rifle, left hand on her backpack, she did an awkward, curled roll into the overgrown grass in the bar ditch.

Headlights danced and bobbed as her two opponents pulled over. Voices fractured the otherwise silent night. Gasoline filled her nostrils. The fuel tank was damaged from the impact earlier. Good. Her pulse quickened as a plan formed in her mind.

She belly-crawled deeper into the grass toward the massive fence line denoting Mason land. She waited until the voices were nearer the vehicle she’d escaped.

Deep breath in. Pained breath out. She rolled into position. Up on her knees.



Flames shot upward from the pooled gasoline she’d ignited. Fiery rage chewed a line along the asphalt until it swallowed the truck she’d been in. Angry voices rose on the other side of the inferno. She settled deeper against the ground and waited more heartbeats than she expected.

The concussive boom rattled the ground. Flames shot out and chewed up the dry grass nearby. Shouts rose above the frenzied, fiery dance. Shadows sprinted and darted near the flame’s brightness.




Her ears rang. She squeezed her eyes shut a moment, willing her mind to focus beyond the shots, the flames. Voices. She needed more voices. Voices translated to targets. Targets were good. Targets kept her breathing.

The backpack.

She sat her ass on the backpack and raised her rifle as more shadows appeared beyond the flames. Headlights. A stream of headlights and raised voices. Gunfire.

She crawled deeper into the bar ditch, sliding the backpack through the grimy mud. Cow manure filled her nostrils. She crawled along the fence line, away from the fiery inferno she’d created. A beam of light fractured the night, spewing down on her.

She rolled.



“Stand down, Quillery. I have eyes on her.” The order was deep enough to break through the ringing in her ears, but barely.

Her breath quickened as she did another roll. Positioned atop her backpack, she aimed. The light returned, brighter and aimed at her eyes. She squinted.

Pain swept up her arm as a massive weight settled atop her. She bucked and kicked. Right hand grasped on her weapon, she fisted her left hand.



The figure looming above her grunted. A firm hand settled atop her right hand and pushed hard until she slammed backward on the ground. Shock detonated as she was summarily flipped onto her belly. Both hands were yanked behind her back and up until pain radiated from her shoulders.

“Stand down,” the voice growled.

She squirmed and bucked to no avail. The heavy weight pinned her firmly as her hands were secured behind her back. She stared at the lights of The Arsenal.

So close.

She swallowed the regret and hoped they’d keep Rachelle safe. Kamren grunted when she was turned over and hauled onto her knees. Knees firmly on her backpack. She glared up at her captor. Breath swooshed from her lungs as the annoying beam of light circling overhead spotlighted unruly dark hair and a muscular torso. The business end of a Sig Sauer aimed at her head demanded her attention for a few heartbeats.

Then her gaze continued its sweep. Thick thighs. Lean hips.

“Situation secured; notify local fire department.” The man eased his stance slightly. He glanced over his shoulder as another figure headed their direction.

Tension coiled in her muscles.

Pick your battles, girl. Sometimes you have to lose a battle to win the war.

Anger kept her silent. Head down, she focused on the threads of sound breaking through the ringing in her ears. It was like she was sitting at the end of a tunnel.

“What the hell was this?” The second voice rose in frustration. “We’ve got head shots over there, clean kills.”

“It looks like our girl here’s good with a rifle,” the first shadow commented. He shoved his weapon into a holster. “Quillery, raise the light a few feet so we can see better. You’re blinding us.”

Kamren peered upward as the light rose. A drone? Her stomach did an awkward somersault as she studied the figures a bit closer in the new light. Relief swarmed her insides like bees high on honey.


She recognized the distinctive dark hair and gorgeous bodies. Was one of them Dallas? She couldn’t tell with the low light and blurry vision.

Her head hurt. Bad. Though they all looked alike in the darkness, she knew there’d be differences in the light of day. For now, it didn’t matter.

Don’t be stupid. Dallas made it clear your troubles weren’t theirs. Keep quiet and get gone. You never should’ve come out here.

He’d offered help, too. She forced a deep breath and focused on the present.

“Sheriff’s on his way,” a third man said. He halted, looking down at her. “I’m Marshall Mason. This is my ranch you’re trying to burn up. What happened here?”
Carnes, Cara. Blood Vows (The Arsenal Book 3) (Kindle Locations 428-485). Heartscape Publishing. Kindle Edition.

That’s just the beginning of things blowing up, literally and figuratively.There’s a lot going on in this book with Dallas looking for his son, a set of twins missing and the mystery that is Kamren and her backpack.

In spite of all that Dallas finds himself attracted to Kamren. These two are more than explosive as Kamren wins over the Masons and the Arsenal crew. I love all the characters and this book has more than one twist.

This is a very powerful read, it’s emotional and hits on some very sensitive issues that are handled extremely well. All blended with humor and family.

All I can say is, don’t miss this book!

5 Contented Purrs for Cara!

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Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.

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ARC Review! Reviving Dade – Project Deep Book 3 By Becca Jameson

Reviving Dade
Project Deep Book 3
Becca Jameson


Blair has the perfect cushy assignment.

Protect Dade while he recovers from ten years in a cryostat.

In a remote hidden cabin.

With plenty of supplies.

And nothing but time.

But time is Dade’s number one enemy.

And Blair can’t seem to maintain her badass persona around him.

He’s breaking down her walls.

She’s working her ass off to convince him life is worth living.

A mole in the government would rather see him dead.

An experimental treatment could save him. One he isn’t willing to try.

Even when they’re arguing, the chemistry between them is palpable.

But now is not the time for romance.

Now is the time to fight for his life.

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Dade is the anomaly as far as the reanimation goes. He has a genetic marker for a form of anemia that will be activated if he gets the treatment for the original virus. One that is a death sentence.

Blair has been assigned to be his bodyguard as they hide him from the world. After the experience with Tumar and Trish his tracking device has been disabled.

Blair offers up her cabin as their refuge and watching these two spar as the attraction flares hotter is hysterical.

This is a favorite scene when Dade realizes his attraction and also decides to fight to live.

When she turned around, she startled. “Hey. I was worried about you.” She continued toward the back of the cabin and dropped the pieces in her hand on a tall pile.

He felt like an even larger ass. “I was wandering the perimeter. Let me help you.” He stepped closer, unable to fathom in his wildest dreams how he was going to help her in his current state of weakness, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to watch a woman chop wood to keep him warm. He didn’t even recognize himself.

She smiled. “I got it. Go on inside and warm up. It’s getting colder out here.” He glanced at the tall pile by the back door.

“You don’t think we have enough wood?”

“We have plenty, but it’s supposed to start snowing in a few hours, and you never know how deep it might get or how long it might last. If I don’t have anything else to do, I always take advantage of breaks in the weather during the winter to make sure I’m prepared.”

As she turned back around to pick up the hatchet and another log, he lurched forward, grabbing her wrist.

She flinched, her gaze meeting his, inches separating them. Her face was flushed. From the cold or his proximity? Her eyes were wide. “What?”

“Drop the axe and go inside before you so totally emasculate me to the point that I won’t be able to look in a mirror.”

Her breath hitched. She licked her lips. Her cheeks turned a darker pink. “That’s not my intention, Dade.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But it’s your result.” He’d never been this close to her. He could smell her shampoo and the body soap she used combined with her own personal scent. He was surprised to catch a whiff of something floral or fruity. He wouldn’t have expected that.

“It’s just wood, Dade. I’ve been chopping my own wood for four years without help.” Her voice was thready, raw, pitched lower than usual. Dare he think sexy?

Shaking that thought from his head, he continued. “I get that, but please humor me. I’ll make you a deal. You put that hatchet away for today. There’s obviously enough wood already chopped for weeks of bad weather. And your cabin has heat too. In exchange, I promise to get stronger so I can take over the task.”

He had no idea why he was proposing such a thing. Moments ago he had considered climbing into that queen-sized bed with not a single care in the world for how old the mattress was and sleeping until he died. Why the hell had he just agreed to work out and get healthy?

Because he hadn’t been raised to sit around lounging while a woman did all the hard work. That’s why.

“Okay. Deal.” Her soft voice reached inside him and tugged. Her smile melted another chunk of his frozen soul. Ironic, since the only part of him that had not actually been “frozen” for the last ten years should have been his soul.

When she lifted her other hand to cup his face, her fingers melted another piece. He really needed to walk away before his mind wandered into forbidden territory.

Until this moment, he hadn’t put a single second of thought into his primal needs since waking up two weeks ago. Suddenly, parts of him that had lain dormant for ten years came to life. Probably because Blair was the only woman around for miles and miles. Probably because he’d gone through a long dry spell even before his preservation. Probably because she wasn’t hard on the eyes and she smelled so good.

He dropped her wrist and stepped back, breaking contact. Without another word, he spun around and headed into the cabin and straight through to the guest bedroom. His heart was racing, and he could still feel the tips of her fingers on his cheek as he shut the door and then flopped down on the bed.

Deep breaths. This was not good.

This was so, so not good.
Becca Jameson. Reviving Dade (Kindle Locations 533-564). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

The focus here is supposed to be on a cure for his anemia so he can get the treatment for the virus that infected all the scientists. He buckles down after a confrontation with Blair and starts his own research in earnest. In the process the heat goes up between them driving them crazy.

With tension at the bunker rising as all the information on the current batch of reanimations is leaked, Ryan becomes the intermediary and no one but him will know where Dade is.

Now to keep Dade safe while the research continues.

Fast paced, sizzling, and funny with just the right amount of drama. I can’t wait for the next book in the series it promises to up the stakes.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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