Blood Night – 1001 Dark Nights/A Krewe of Hunters Novella by Heather Graham


Blood Night
1001 Dark Nights
A Krewe of Hunters Novella
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Graham

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Any member of the Krewe of Hunters is accustomed to the strange. And to conversing now and then with the dead.

For Andre Rousseau and Cheyenne Donegal, an encounter with the deceased in a cemetery is certainly nothing new.

But this year, Halloween is taking them across the pond—unofficially.

Their experiences in life haven’t prepared them for what’s to come.

Cheyenne’s distant cousin and dear friend Emily Donegal has called from London. Murder has come to her neighborhood, with bodies just outside Highgate Cemetery, drained of blood.

The last victim was found at Emily’s doorstep, and evidence seems to be arising not just against her fiancé, Eric, but against Emily, too. But Emily isn’t just afraid of the law—many in the great city are beginning to believe that the historic Vampire of Highgate is making himself known, aided and abetted by adherents. Some are even angry and frightened enough to believe they should take matters into their own hands.

Andre and Cheyenne know they’re in for serious trouble when they arrive, and they soon come to realize that the trouble might be deadly not just for Emily and Eric, but for themselves as well.

There’s help to be found in the beautiful and historic old cemetery.

And as All Hallows Eve looms, they’ll be in a race against time, seeking the truth before the infamous vampire has a chance to strike again.

Note: Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.



Cheyenne Donegal’s cousin Emily and her fiancé Eric have a problem. A murderous one. Bodies have been showing up in their neighborhood and one just showed up literally on their doorstep. Unfortunately for both of them it was Eric’s ex-girlfriend’s body.

Always up to the challenge, Cheyenne and her partner Andre Rousseau travel across the pond to assist in the investigation. Unofficially of course.

A tense situation with only a little cooperation from the locals that quickly begins to escalate the closer they get. Of course getting some help from a spirit is always a plus. Not helpful are the Vampire rumors that go so well with the exsanguinated bodies.

Suspenseful, Spooky, and Fun. This is a Perfect Halloween Read!

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Heather Graham, majored in theater arts at the University of South Florida. After a stint of several years in dinner theater, back-up vocals, and bartending, she stayed home after the birth of her third child and began to write. Her first book was with Dell, and since then, she has written over two hundred novels and novellas including category, suspense, historical romance, vampire fiction, time travel, occult and Christmas family fare.

She is pleased to have been published in approximately twenty-five languages. She has written over 200 novels and has 60 million books in print. She has been honored with awards from booksellers and writers’ organizations for excellence in her work, and she is also proud to be a recipient of the Silver Bullet from Thriller Writers and was also awarded the prestigious Thriller Master in 2016. She is also a recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award from RWA. Heather has had books selected for the Doubleday Book Club and the Literary Guild, and has been quoted, interviewed, or featured in such publications as The Nation, Redbook, Mystery Book Club, People and USA Today and appeared on many newscasts including Today, Entertainment Tonight and local television.

Heather loves travel and anything that has to do with the water, and is a certified scuba diver. She also loves ballroom dancing. Each year she hosts the Vampire Ball and Dinner theater at the RT convention raising money for the Pediatric Aids Society and in 2006 she hosted the first Writers for New Orleans Workshop to benefit the stricken Gulf Region. She is also the founder of “The Slush Pile Players,” presenting something that’s “almost like entertainment” for various conferences and benefits. Married since high school graduation and the mother of five, her greatest love in life remains her family, but she also believes her career has been an incredible gift, and she is grateful every day to be doing something that she loves so very much for a living.

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Ivy – Corked and Tapped Book 7 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Ivy
Corked and Tapped Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“You must be Cleopatra.” Her heart picked up its pace as he leaned against the bar next to her. His smile was mesmerizing. She liked him already. But her track record with blind dates was horrifying, and he was far too nice a guy to win her over. Wasn’t he?

We met Ivy as she helped Rose get dressed for the Halloween party. She seems to exude confidence but secretly she doesn’t. She hasn’t had a second date in forever, most of the first dates end up staring at her breasts or worse so some of those don’t even make through half a date.

She has one more first date from the dating site she joined but first is this crazy Halloween party. Maggie from HR has paired off people from different departments to sort of team build. Ivy is dressed as a sexy Cleopatra and the person she will be looking for will be dressed as Julius Caesar.

When she meets up with Julius at the bar, after noticing Rose and her vampire kissing, they finally start to get to know one another. Starting with some of their funnier first dates.

This is a favorite scene.

Cooper laughed. “Between the two of us, we could write a book. We could call it Fifty Failed Firsts.

Ivy giggled. “Right? It’s not like I’m not trying, but when I tell Rose about my evenings, she says I’m picky.”

“Rose says you’re picky? Rose? The woman who doesn’t look anyone in the eye?”

“Yep. You have a point. But she’s just introverted. I’m not exactly an extrovert, myself, but I can look someone in the eye and make small talk. Maybe I come off as too opinionated or something.” She shrugged.

“You don’t seem too opinionated to me. In fact, if you were my online date for tonight, you would have already had me wondering about a second date.”

“Aw. That’s so… cheesy.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Probably. But I don’t see why anyone would be turned off by you in the first few moments. You’re gorgeous, funny, and conversational. Three of the top checks on my list.”

For once she was taken aback. “Thank you,” she murmured. “That means a lot.”

“Granted, I doubt you usually meet your dates wearing that fucking sexy dress, so maybe they don’t readily realize how hot you are.” He smiled warmly, his gaze still on her eyes, not her boobs. But he had noticed her body.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other at his bluntness. It took a second to get back on her game and respond. “You never know. Maybe this is how I normally dress.”

He laughed. “Touché.”

“Kidding. I never wear something this revealing on a first date. And let me just say, you would be the first person to warrant a second date from me.”

He lifted one side of his mouth. “How did I earn that?” His eyes twinkled. She loved the deep blue color.

“I haven’t once caught you staring at my boobs instead of my eyes,” she admitted. She had no idea why she was so comfortable with him.

“Ah, well, it’s not that I haven’t noticed. I’m not dead, and they are fantastic. But I make a point of never treating women disrespectfully.”

Lord. He was the real deal. Her heart beat faster. He’d somehow managed to compliment her without turning her into a sex object. It was enough to make her get all flushed. She needed to get the attention off herself. “So, tell me about you. Do you meet your dates wearing a toga?”

“Nope. Never. This is a first.” He took a sip of his wine. “Remember, I’m an accountant. I’m boring and nice.”
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I really like the way these two slowly get to know each other. Then there’s also the way Cooper manages to get some information on the Phantom that matches Maddie at Ivy’s request.

Finding Cooper is an artist at heart, gives a perfect opening to leave the party. I loved the way Ivy’s confidence grows with every minute these two are together.

So much fun, very romantic, and the perfect amount of sizzle in this wonderfully short read.

I can’t wait to read Maddie, especially now that I’ve been thoroughly teased about it in this book.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Pour Me A Drink – Tarnation, TX Book 3 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Pour Me A Drink
Tarnation TX Book 3
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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His good intentions were lost in her soft curves…

His big mistake was volunteering to help Alaska Kellington and her son. Yet, how could he resist the sweet, innocent appearing woman who had a hidden freak flag that teased his inner bull?

Trouble had a name. Oh, did it ever and it was dressed in worn Wranglers and dusty boots. Arc Colt. Tall, dark, handsome, and confident. The cowboy rode in on his horse, upsetting every wall Alaska had ever erected to protect her and her son. Before she knew it, she was Colt-matized.

She’d been told to never look a gift horse in the mouth, but Alaska couldn’t trust anyone. Growing up in foster homes, tossed around like a Hacky Sack from one bad home to another, until she ran away to live on the streets, had taught her a valuable lesson. A gift never came without a price. When given money and a home in the small-town Tarnation, Texas, the opportunity to plant roots for her son is too tempting to resist. She’s willing to take the risk, even if the stipulation is that she must have the rundown B&B up and running within six months.

Both Arc and Alaska have secrets, some more threatening than others. When she’s arrested in the middle of the summer fest with townsfolk watching, things start to unravel, leaving her vulnerable and feeling like the scared, lost kid she thought she’d outgrown. Can love overcome a tragic past? In the end could every path they’ve walked have led them right where they belong, or did Buzz Colt have a surprising intuition?

I am loving these Tarnation, Texas books. The Colt brothers both biologic and step are definitely having issues with the stipulations set by their father Buzz’s will and trying to get along.

However, Buzz did something else in his will and now we get to meet Alaska and her son. For the record, not Buzz’s.

Alaska hasn’t had it easy and after getting a letter from Buzz’s lawyer Roe Robins she had some decisions to make. The letter stated she would have to travel to Tarnation for the details. After an altercation with her landlord Alaska and her son River make the journey.

As he did with his son’s Buzz put stipulations on his ‘gift’. The B&B that could become her home had to be up and running plus showing a profit in six months. Alaska wasn’t sure she could do it, but she would definitely think about it.

When her car dies on the road on the way to the property she meets Arc Colt. Although she had seen him in the diner she didn’t know who he was.

This is a favorite scene.

Working the Grinning Spurs together for six months was a cakewalk. But where the hell would each of them find a woman who wanted to marry them? Question was, how would Arc find a woman willing to tolerate him? Hell, no doubt he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. A man his age was set in his ways and those ways wouldn’t suit a wife. He’d never even lived with a woman he wasn’t related to.

He might as well just pick someone. Any woman.

Lifting his gaze to the blue sky, he stretched his arm outside the window and gave a thumb’s up to the sky. “God, I sure hope you have a sense of humor because I’m needing your help about now. Can you bring me a woman who can put up with my nonsense? A wife who can get me out of this mess.”

Laughing, he brought his attention back to the road and let out a growled curse as he slammed on his brakes to miss hitting the woman waving frantically. The tires slid, leaving a stretch of rubber, and he finally came to a complete stop several feet from the grassy ditch. Slamming the gear shift into park and shutting off the engine, he slid out, shaking his head in agitation. “What the hell?” Then his eyes found her. The same woman from the diner. The one who’d looked so lost sitting alone in the booth.

“Do you always drive like a maniac?”

Her long hair was pulled up into a messy topknot and her fists were fitted to her flared hips as she looked at him like she was about to read him his last rites. “You’re upset with me? Really? What woman stands in the road and waves at an oncoming vehicle?”

“The same woman who noticed that you slowed down and gave a thumb’s up,” she bit out.

Ah, shit! She heaved a sigh and her breasts gave a little bounce. His heart slammed against his ribs and his zipper felt tighter. What the hell? Had he become a walking dick? She wasn’t his type, not even close. She looked too innocent—too…what? The way the tiny, damp shirt almost became see-through certainly did make her interesting. “Hey. I—” Then he noticed the kid. A short, scrawny boy who had her blue eyes. Arc searched his brain. Did she have a kid back at the diner? Wouldn’t he remember? Not when certain parts of his body numbed his logic. His libido deflated. She was a mom…a.k.a “hands off”.

“Hi, mister,” the boy said.

“Hi, there.” Arc dipped his hat in greeting. “What seems to be the problem here?” Obviously, they had car trouble, judging by the heap sitting along the roadside.

“I think it’s the radiator. The car overheated and then steam rolled out from under the hood,” the woman said. He pegged her as a northerner by her accent.

“That happens frequently. The heat index rises and radiators and batteries go bad fast if they’re not new. Care if I take a look?” This wasn’t in his plan for the day, but he couldn’t leave a mom and her son stranded on the side of the road either.

“I-I hate to ask—”

“You didn’t.” He chuckled. “I volunteered. I can’t guarantee there’s anything I can do to fix it, but it won’t fix itself either.” Dragging off his hat, he tossed it through the open window and onto the front seat of his truck and strolled to the front of her vehicle. “Can you pop the hood for me?”

There was a good two second hesitation before she did as he requested then came around to join him at the front of the car, keeping a decent five foot of distance between them. Hell, he didn’t take offense. A woman could never be too careful, even in a place like Tarnation.

“Definitely the radiator.” He dropped down to the road and slid under the fender, the heat from the cement quickly warmed his skin through his shirt. When he popped back out, he swiped his hands down the thighs of his jeans. “You didn’t by chance hit something, did you?”

Her brows scrunched. “No…wait, yes. We ran over the remains of a tire on the highway before we got off on the exit to Tarnation. That’s been a while though.”

“That’s your problem, ma’am. The tire bent the radiator and it’s been slowly leaking fluid since. You’re lucky you made it as far as you did.”

“Bent radiator? Slow leak?” Her face paled. “That sounds like a lot of money to fix.” She looked back at the boy.

Arc had never been the most compassionate man around, but when it came to animals and children nothing reached him quicker. Although she didn’t come right out and say it, he surmised from her expression that she didn’t have a lot of funds available. By the age of the car and the amount of rust holding it together, she was probably making do with what she had. Looking from the woman to her son and back to her, he shrugged. “I can get you a tow. I know a close shop that’ll fix this in a jiffy for next to nothing.” From the time he could walk, he loved to tinker with cars and by fourteen he’d bought his first car with the money he raised doing odd jobs. It was a vintage Mustang that needed more work than it was worth, but he spent every available minute for two years, between chores at the ranch and football, making the car run, and, by the time he was finished, she was amazing. He couldn’t call himself a mechanic by a long shot, but if he could help this woman and her son it was the right thing to do. Otherwise, she’d be shelling out some cash and stranded.

She seemed to muddle over his offer and then her shoulders slumped slightly. “It doesn’t look like I have much of a choice. Thank you for your help.”

“You’re quite a way from the highway. I can take you back to Tarnation and you might be able to find a room at the Inn until the car’s fixed. Could be a few days to weeks.”

“Weeks?” She frowned. “The Inn won’t be necessary. We’re headed to a B&B—”

“The Grinning Spurs B&B?”

“Yes. You know where it is?”

His breath came out in a hiss and he rubbed the tension from his forehead. He should have known…

So, this was Alaska Kellington?

The woman who somehow found herself with a shit load of money and a house—a house owned by Buzz Colt—rather his sons now. The same woman he’d researched to find information on, but didn’t find a damn thing. Suddenly his steel wall erected. “Yeah, I know where it is. You’re less than a half mile away.”

“Then we’re exactly where we need to be.” She didn’t quite smile but he saw some relief in her expression. The boy saddled up close to her and she placed her arm around his shoulders protectively. “Close enough for us to walk.”

“In those shoes?” He doubted she’d make it fifty feet in the flimsy leather sandals.

“I had no clue I’d be stranded on the side of the road.” She looked almost embarrassed.

“Apparently so. I can take you both,” he offered. Although he didn’t trust her, he couldn’t leave her and her boy in this heat. There was that expression again, the one that spoke volumes that she didn’t trust him either. He wasn’t sure how that made him feel. “Before you say it, it’s no sweat off my brow. It’s right up the road and you can’t have your son out here. It’s hot enough to fry the hair on a pig’s a—rear.” He caught himself.

Did he see a glimpse of a smile before it got lost under a frown? “Okay. I have a few things. I’ll grab them and put them in the back of your truck.”

“Let me help.” He met her at the back of her car. She opened the trunk and inside she had two brown bags and two white trash bags that were tied at the top. “Is this all?” He had trouble containing his surprise. He expected to find suitcases galore, especially if she planned on moving into the B&B.

“This is it,” she answered a little shyly.

Grabbing both grocery bags, he let her take the trash bags. They placed them in the back and piled into the front seat of the truck, the woman—Alaska—took the passenger seat and the boy was in the middle. “Don’t worry about your car. I’ll make sure it’s towed.”

She nodded. The wind caught tendrils of her hair sending them sweeping her flawless cheeks. As they drove over bumps in the road her breasts bounced, and he tore his gaze to the safety zone of the window. Now that he knew who she was and that she had a son, this switched up things a bit. He needed to concentrate on his situation with Buzz’s will and not the fact that the woman sitting in his truck was the cutest and shyest he’d been around in a long time, if not ever. He’d never had a problem getting the interest of the opposite sex, and by now, most women would have been offering him smiles, maybe even a few flirty actions. Alaska, however, seemed to care less. He wasn’t sure if that intrigued him or made him even less trusting of her. Did she have any clue who he was? That he was one of Buzz Colt’s sons? He had many questions that begged to be answered.

“The B&B, huh? How long do you plan on staying?” With one trash bag he fathomed not long.

She brought her chin around, her eyes meeting his for two lengthy heartbeats before she lowered her gaze. “I’m not sure. Now it might depend on when my car is fixed.”

Hell, if that was the case he’d pay to have a mechanic fix it and send her on her way, but then why did a part of him resist that idea? Sure, she was cute, but he wasn’t interested. He was practically engaged, to someone he’d never met, literally. But maybe his inquisitiveness had the best of him. What had she and Buzz shared that would make the man want to help her? Arc would like to think Buzz did it out of the kindness of his heart, but it didn’t make sense. The old man wouldn’t have done anything unless it was to his advantage.
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As the lawyer had said the B&B needed work and a thorough cleaning. Arc found himself volunteering to assist, at least with the roof.

There is definitely chemistry between these two and that attraction only grows. We learn of an interesting legend surrounding a cliff and a tree as well.

Just a touch of suspense, a lot of romance and sizzle make this a book I didn’t want to put down.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“


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Fire Across Texas – The Bellamy’s of Texas Book 2 By Susan Yawn Tanner


Fire Across Texas
The Bellamy’s of Texas Book 2
By
Susan Yawn Tanner

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Hannah Barnes, wife of the austere preacher Caleb Barnes, is as dutiful and eager to please as she can be, considering the big difference in their ages. Texas Ranger Jeb Welles, on his way to the New Mexico territory, stops at the Barnes place to tend to his horse. There, he finds Hannah alone on the remote Texas property with no family or neighbors nearby, seemingly in shock, with blood on her clothes and her dead husband’s body in the cabin. Something tells him she’s no murderer, but he can’t be sure. He also can’t leave the stunned widow alone out there. They bury the body and he offers to escort her to the nearest fort to seek help.

Unaware that three murderers could be hot on their trail, the pair set out together. Jeb has no idea how deeply this shy woman will work her way into his heart. Hannah’s mission to avenge her husband’s death turns into a passion neither of them could have foreseen. This courageous woman and rugged ex-lawman discover tenderness and love under the wide Texas sky.

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I have been reading a bit more historical romance lately, remembering that I really so enjoy taking a journey to the past. This book takes me on a journey to 1859 Texas, the state I now call home.

I never cease to marvel at the strength of the women of the old west. They don’t realize it themselves but it really is amazing what they endured.

Hannah was married off at the age of 15 to Reverend Caleb Barnes. Her father believed it to be a good match since he was also a preacher. However Hannah never seemed to be what Caleb expects from his wife.

After her husband reports three soldiers for trying to pin a murder they committed on the Comanche, the men approach Hannah with evil on their minds. Instead she falls injuring herself enough to cause the miscarriage of the child she was carrying. However they aren’t done, and return to kill Caleb about a month later.

Jeb Welles is the Texas Ranger who declared the three men guilty, but the man temporarily in charge waited until the Captain returned at which time the men were punished but not hung for their crime. It was time for Jeb to re-up with the Rangers but he decided not to, he’s going to join his friend Slade and his wife Katherine in New Mexico. The challenge of helping Slade clean up their town sounds perfect.

In a twist of fate Jeb’s horse has a loose shoe and he sees the preacher’s cabin. He assists Hannah with the burial of her husband and makes a marker for the grave. After fixing the horse’s shoe and eating the meal Hannah prepared for him he leaves. Then feels guilty he left her alone and heads back.

This is a favorite scene.

Jeb rode back up to the tiny cabin, thinking it looked smaller and meaner than it had before. There weren’t two straight boards to the whole structure, and what passed for a front porch looked as if it had sagged from the day it was built. Somehow he wasn’t surprised to see a small calico figure sitting on a narrow bench at the door, a rifle across her knee. The thought crossed his mind that she might just use that rifle on him. But as she recognized him, he saw the fear in her eyes fade to relief.

The realization that he had left a frightened woman alone fueled his anger. “Christ! What do you think you’re doing with that thing?”

Hannah blinked. Caleb had never taken the Lord’s name in vain. “I’m … I’m waiting for them to come back.”

Jeb’s frown deepened. “Who?”

“The men who killed Caleb,” she said simply.

Jeb felt like all kinds of a fool, and he didn’t like the feeling. Perversely, he blamed her for it. “Why the blazes didn’t you tell me he’d been murdered? That you might be in danger?”

“I didn’t know I should.” Hannah wondered why he was so furious with her.

That queer light gaze made it difficult for Jeb to think. “Didn’t know you should what?” he repeated.

“Tell you.” Maybe he wasn’t quite as bright as he’d first seemed. Caleb’s mind had jumped from subject to subject more quickly than hers, and there wasn’t any trail a conversation could take that he couldn’t follow.

“Well, of all the fool …” Jeb stepped down from his horse. “Do you know how to use that thing?” He glared pointedly at the rifle.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Straining for patience, Jeb pushed his hat back on his head. “What doesn’t matter?”

“Whether or not I can use the rifle,” Hannah said patiently. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It damned sure will if you point that thing at someone!”

“It isn’t loaded.” Hannah felt a kind of triumph at being right. She hadn’t been right too often with Caleb.

“Sonuvabitch! Give me that thing!”

Before she could move to comply, Jeb was on the porch with her, snatching it from her grasp. “Pack your clothes.”

“What?” Hannah felt as if her mind had failed her. Now she was the one who couldn’t follow the conversation.

“Get your things together,” Jeb said between gritted teeth. “You’re going with me.”

“But … where?” This place wasn’t much, but it was all she had. It was her home. There simply wasn’t anyplace else for her to go.

Jeb didn’t have an answer for that one, and the fact that he didn’t infuriated him even more. She’d already said she didn’t have any family. And if she did have, they probably wouldn’t have wanted the little idiot.

“Anyplace you say, ma’am. I’ll take you anyplace.” As long as he got rid of her as soon as possible. “You must have people somewhere who will take you in. Your husband’s family. Friends?”

“I … Caleb didn’t have any family that I know of. And I don’t have any friends.”

Jeb leaned forward until his nose nearly touched hers. Sweet Jesus, if the first woman he’d ever bedded had been like this one, he’d have become a monk! “Lady, I’m not surprised. Now pack your damned clothes!”

He was almost shouting by the time he finished speaking. To his satisfaction, the girl got to her feet. He didn’t even care that she was looking at him as if he’d lost his sanity—or never had any. Just so long as she didn’t ask him another question. Ever.

Hannah stepped into the cool interior of the cabin and wondered what she should do. Sitting alone on the porch after the stranger had ridden away had given her more time than she wanted to consider the future. She’d begun to realize that if she stayed here with only her own company, she would soon go crazy. Caleb had been gone a lot, it was true, but she had always known he would be back. And the times he was home were enough to remind her that being by herself wasn’t always bad. But alone forever? She didn’t know about that.

She thought about the man on the porch, about riding away with him from the only place she knew. He seemed safe enough. His hazel eyes were hard, but they weren’t mean. She had noticed that they tended to become more green than brown when he was irritated. She’d never had that much warning with Caleb. He couldn’t be a bad man, she reasoned with herself; he’d helped her to bury Caleb, after all. A lot of folks might have just ridden away. Not that she’d been around a lot of folks lately.

Turning in a circle, Hannah looked about the bare little cabin. There was sure nothing to keep her here. And, somehow, doing something always seemed preferable to doing nothing, a trait Caleb had done his best to change in her. If the stranger wanted her to go with him—well, then she would. And after that … Hannah shrugged a little helplessly. After that, she just didn’t know.

Jeb had just prepared himself for a long wait, leaning his back against a post that he wasn’t quite sure was trustworthy and stretching his legs out in front of him, when the girl stepped back out of the cabin. She carried one small cloth bag. He might have known she wouldn’t take long simply because he had thought she would.

“I’m ready.”
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Although Jeb has his own thoughts of where she should go, she is determined to bring the men caused her miscarriage and killed her husband to justice.

Once they reach the procession the Captain informs Jeb that the men Nathan and Wilkins were gone and had killed Shaw, who was the third man.

Now the adventure truly begins as Jeb and Hannah begin a journey together. One that he thinks will end when he gets her settled in a town with a preacher.

I loved this journey, the ups and downs, the deceit and treachery, the growing attraction between Jeb and Hannah all make for a page turning read. I laughed, cried and held my breath as this tale unfolded.

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Susan Y. Tanner

Susan Yawn Tanner continues to blend her passion for horses with her passion for writing.

In Trouble in Summer Valley, she introduced readers to the rescue horses of Summer Valley Ranch where they prove their worth in the world of therapeutic riding. In Turning for Trouble, her own rodeo experience brings that rough and tumble world to life. Her third romantic mystery, Trouble in Action, showcases the risky world of stunt riding while giving a glimpse into historical reenactments. Published as Susan Y. Tanner and released by KaliOka Press, these books are part of the Familiar Legacy series written in concert with some very talented authors.

Two of her historical romances, Fire Across Texas and Winds Across Texas, have been rereleased by Secret Staircase Books, an imprint of Columbine Publishing. Soon to follow will be A Warm Southern Christmas, Highland Captive, Captive To A Dream, and Exiled Heart. All were previously published by Leisure Books. Her historical romances will all be rereleased as Susan Yawn Tanner.

Forged – Trial By Fire Book 1 by Cole Denton


Forged
Trial By Fire Book 1
By
Cole Denton

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What happens when you wake up one day
to discover that you’ve been on
autopilot your entire life?

My life has always been more downs than ups. Good things rarely knocked on my door. But hard knocks never failed to kick my ass. Nothing good would ever happen to me.

Or so I thought.

In college I discovered women, and never looked back. But even though I was never alone, I was always lonely.

I didn’t know exactly what I needed.
Only that I needed something more.

Until I saw her. Then I knew. She was what I needed. We were perfect. Incendiary! We were going to be what happily ever afters were about!

Or so I thought.

Now I’m ten years older. A hundred years wiser. I have survived so many trials by fire, nothing could penetrate my scarred and jaded armor.

Or so I thought.

This is my story…

**Author’s note: Forged is a dark novel with intense scenes that may trigger some readers. Please read with caution.

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This is a dark novel with intense scenes. I do not recommend this book for everyone, as there are many things that could trigger some folks.

That said this is the beginning of Ryan Hudson’s journey, it takes us from 2002 – 2018. He has endured much and is still putting up with a lot as he enters college on a baseball scholarship. After he is pushed too far by his mother and brother Chad he decides to move on campus, but the dorms are full. The opportunity arises to share a house with two of his teammates.

This is a favorite scene.

Ryan, David’s cool with you taking the third room. The address is below. Come by tonight if you want to see the place. I’ll be home all evening.

“Yeah!” I said under my breath. I quickly got dressed and made my way to what might be a good place for me. I held the note in my hand as I climbed the steps to a recently renovated home. The lights were all on, and I could hear a bunch of people talking inside. I rang the bell and waited.

“Hey, man,” David bumped fists with me when he opened the door and stepped aside to invite me in.

I glanced around. This college pad was nicer than my home, for sure. Skyler stood from a chair and came over to the entryway where I waited.

“Ryan, come in. I’ll introduce you to my folks.”

I met both of his parents, and he introduced me as their third baseman and said I was going to take the third room. I was feeling more doubtful over that the longer I stood there. The place had to be really expensive, and I wasn’t sure I could afford it with my part-time job.

David offered to show me the third room so Skyler could stay and visit with his family. He had a nice one, so more power to him.

“Alright, here’s the room.” David walked into the room ahead of me. He slapped his hand down on a couple of boxes. “These are mine, but I’ll get them moved out by Monday.”

There was a desk and a nightstand. It was fucking perfect. I didn’t even care if he left the boxes.

“Right across the hall is the bathroom that you and I would share. Sky’s got the big bedroom with the attached bathroom.”

I glanced into the bathroom. It was a lot bigger than mine at home. This place was perfect.

“Do you know how much the room to rent is?” I asked David.

“Sky doesn’t charge me, and he said he wouldn’t charge you. But, we all pay for groceries, so you’ll have to help with that.”

I nodded quickly.

“That’s not a problem.”

I headed to the bus stop feeling lighter. I was getting the fuck out of my house. I rehearsed how I was going to tell my mom during the bus ride home. She wasn’t using me, or my body anymore. Neither was Chad.
Denton, Cole. Forged: The Trial by Fire Series. Kindle Locations (634-653). Kindle Edition.

Things start to get better with Ryan not going home, but until he makes a complete break by moving to Las Vegas do things truly begin to get better for him.

A job at the MGM, classes at UNLV, a real girlfriend for a while anyway, but the development of some true friendships is where Ryan starts the emotional healing. The approach is a bit unusual but it is something that works for Ryan and that’s what counts.

Lots of emotions filtered through me as I read this book, I was angry, appalled, and wondering how Ryan’s mother and Chad managed to slip away from any blame. I couldn’t stop reading wanting so much more for Ryan than he was handed.

Ryan’s journey is slow, but it is steady and there is the BDSM relationship of his friends and the beginning of an apprenticeship for him.

This is a trilogy, so I have purchased the next book to continue reading Ryan’s journey.

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Cole Denton is an ocean lover who finds joy in almost all physical activities. He is especially passionate about baseball and surfing, indulging in them every chance he gets.

His other passion is writing. It began at a young age and followed him through to his time at a university in SoCal where he majored in screenwriting.

After moving to Sin City itself, Cole has put his knowledge and talent as a writer to work by pursuing a career as a dark fiction author. Cole is enjoying testing his kinky side, in pursuit of all things pleasurable.

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Don’t Close Your Eyes – Texas Justice Book 1 by Christie Craig


Don’t Close Your Eyes
Texas Justice Book 1
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Christie Craig

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What would you do
if everything you thought was true about your family
turned out to be a lie?

Annie Lakes has had the same recurring nightmare for years. Her heart pounding in her chest. A panicked voice, begging her to run faster. Her own bloodcurdling scream. But now Annie is starting to realize it’s more than just a bad dream. She’s starting to remember things about the night her cousin Jenny disappeared all those years ago. Things that make her believe her family was involved–and what they’re hiding is much worse than she ever imagined. But she can’t unravel this alone. She needs someone she can trust, someone like sexy Detective Mark Sutton ….

Mark has seen enough–too much–to assume that Annie’s story is a dead end. It turns out that her family is hiding some killer secrets. A long time ago, Annie was just an innocent little girl who saw something she shouldn’t. Now she’s a target, and Mark’s running out of time to protect the woman he’s starting to fall for. But how does Mark face off against a murderer who just may be someone Annie loves?

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Annie Lake has nightmares, they have her waking with a scream and pounding heart. The way it ends also leaves the impression there’s more to it. Her parents have told her it’s only a dream and the scar on her knee was from a fall off her bicycle, not a fall in the woods. When at her Uncle’s funeral she sees her cousin Fran and suddenly memories start flooding back. Now she needs to know the truth, and there’s only one person she can think of to help with that.

Detective Mark Sutton works cold cases with two others on the force. They have gained a reputation for closing these cases. Annie sees the handsome detective every day as he picks up his coffee and usually buys for another person on the line, calling it his good deed for the day.

Annie summons the courage to report her suspicions. However, she only recounts her dream and the reaction she had with her cousin Fran. She doesn’t mention the problems she’s had that relate to those dreams.

When Mark pretty much dismisses her as ‘crazy’ she decides it was a mistake and leaves.

This is a favorite scene.

She hugged her purse. “I didn’t remember…until now.”

He rolled the pen between his palms. “It just came to you. Just like that?”

“No. I went to an uncle’s funeral and…” Her words faded. “I guess I never really forgot. I’ve dreamed it, over and over again. Well, some of it. But when I was there, I remembered.”

He leaned forward. “You dreamed that this happened?”

She nodded.

Yup, crazy. And it’s Monday! “If you dreamed it, and then forgot it, how do you know it really happened?”

Her chin inched up, a tiny gesture that spoke of her guts.

“The shoes.” She pointed to the photo. “I dreamed I was wearing them. And the scar. I fell in the dream, and I have a scar.”

His grip on the pen tightened. “Normally, it takes more than a dream to report a murder.”

“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly, her tone hinting at a touch of anger. “It was a mistake coming here.”

She stood.

Guilt tugged at his gut. “If it happened in Pearlsville, you should talk to someone there.”

“I thought you’d…” She inhaled as if to pull the words back in. As if she decided he wasn’t worth her words.

“You thought I would what?” He clicked the pen.

Instead of answering, she bolted out of his office with a hell of a lot more energy than she’d come in.

Frustrated, he finger-locked his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes. His mind flashed the image of the haunted look he’d seen on her face. And while he still didn’t know why she looked familiar, he knew that look. He’d seen that same expression in the mirror every morning when he woke up, or when he crawled out of bed and hadn’t slept, because the images robbed him of sleep and sanity.

Determined to focus on the Talbot case, a real case, he leaned forward. He saw her picture. Picking it up, he stared at the younger girl’s image, the sweet face. He thought of his half sister. Sweet, innocent, and dead. Her body tossed in a dumpster. “Well, shit!” He took off, hoping to catch Ms. Lakes. What he’d say to her when, or if, he caught her, was anyone’s guess.
Craig, Christie. Don’t Close Your Eyes (Texas Justice) . Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Locations (459-474). Kindle Edition.

Taking on this case becomes so much more when Mark starts a relationship with Annie.

Lot of twists and turns, dysfunctional family, threats and so much more make this a page turning read.

I look forward to reading the next book in this series.

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Christie Craig

New York Times bestselling author Christie Craig is an award-winning writer, photojournalist, motivational speaker, writing teacher, and author of thirty-four books.

An Alabama native, she is a NEW YORK TIMES Best-Selling author of more than 30 books and thousands of magazine articles. During her 25 year career, she has gained a well-deserved reputation for writing romance fiction that has both witty humor and a suspenseful, sexy tone.

Also writing young adult books as C.C. Hunter, her complete New York Times bestselling young adult paranormal series, Shadow Falls and Shadow Falls: After Dark, are available now from St. Martin’s Griffin. Her new young adult series, The Mortician’s Daughter, is now available and her contemporary young adult debut, This Heart of Mine, will release from Wednesday Books in February 2018. She also has a new romantic suspense series coming from Forever Books in 2018.

She currently resides in Texas.

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Rose – Corked and Tapped Book 6 by Becca Jameson


Rose
Corked and Tapped Book 6
By
Becca Jameson

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“Please let me kiss you right this second. I’ll explain later.” Those were the first words he spoke to her, and then he made good on them and melted her heart. But she wasn’t the sort of girl who did one-night stands, and he would surely break her heart in the morning. On the flip side, nothing like this ever happened to her…

If you are reading these from the beginning you’ll remember that Jacoby Advertising has rented out the back room of Corked and Tapped for sort of a team building Halloween party. Employees have been assigned costumes pairing them off.

In this book we meet Rose, she’s to be a vampire and what a costume she has. Her appointed match will also be a vampire. When he approaches her is in the blurb for this book. It was more than just wow!

This is a favorite scene, which happens after that kiss.

“Jesus,” he murmured against her lips, his forehead touching hers. “I might not have actually lied to the girl from the mail room when I told her I had a girlfriend, because after that kiss, I’m thinking it was only a premature fib.”

She could do nothing but stare at him, blinking, as he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. His own fingers seemed to be trembling a bit.

“All I need is your name, and it will be official.”

She still couldn’t come up with verbs and nouns. Her name? She had no idea what it was.

He gave her a stunning smile, still leaving not a breath of space between them. “I’m Dylan. I work on the fifth floor in accounting.” His eyes. They were the only thing she hadn’t seen before, and now she fell into their brown depths.

Dylan. Awesome name. Hot guy. Kissed like a prince. Was she daydreaming and really she was still standing at that bar table waiting for him to arrive?

“You want me to start guessing?” he teased. “Barb? Stacey? Janet?”

She finally shook free of her stupor. “Rose.”

That winning smile that surely ruined women made her weak in the knees again. “I love that name.”

She tried to focus. “So, a woman from the mail room is here tonight, and you needed her to believe you had a girlfriend?”

“Exactly. I would have warned you ahead of time, but I didn’t know who you would be.”

“Of course.” Made sense. Her heart was pounding, though, and she wished she really were his girlfriend. She wished they weren’t pretending. She’d spent months pretending this man really was her boyfriend. “I assume she’s watching.”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” His gaze never left hers, nor did his hold on her body, though she watched him swallow a few times as if he weren’t quite as confident as he appeared. “But just to be sure, do you mind if I keep holding you close?”

She nodded slowly. Words escaped her. For the last several months, she’d noticed this guy in the lobby, assuming he had a girlfriend. Apparently, she’d been mistaken. Surely he wouldn’t be holding her like this if he was involved with someone else.

It suddenly sank in that she didn’t know this man at all. He might do this to every woman he met. Maybe it was a pick-up line. It probably worked too if he always kissed like that. “What’s wrong with the girl from the mail room, by the way?”

“Nothing, except she’s about eighteen. I don’t know how else to dissuade her.”

“Oh. Yikes.”
Becca Jameson. Rose: Corked and Tapped, Book Six (Kindle Locations 112-133). Becca Jameson Publishing.

These two are awesome together. It just so happens that Dylan was also the one who swapped costumes with the boss so it really worked out well. Especially since the boss only had eyes for Clara. So the credit actually goes to Landon rather than HR’s Maddie.

I am truly loving these short reads, they have plenty of fun and heat. Perfect to read just before bed.

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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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