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THE WITCH SINGER by Heather Long

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Magic and Mayhem: The Witch Singer
Witches of Mane Street Book 1
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Heather Long

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Curses. Vampires. Skunks. The life of a Witch Singer shouldn’t be this complicated.

After years spent paying off an old debt by working for the vampires, Bridget the Witch Singer receives the opportunity of the lifetime. Solve one vampire’s oops—he turned the wrong person—and she’s a free witch. Desperate to win her freedom, she heads to Assjacket to find the solution to the vampire’s problem and everything goes wrong along the way, including a flat tire, getting sprayed by a skunk and the road trip from hell.

Unfortunately, Martin is no ordinary skunk and his spray is a nervous tick. She does her best to save the beast when her scream accidentally wounds him and springs him from his curse. Good news for Martin, not so good for Bridget who can’t get rid of him. Once in Assjacket, she’s tasked by the BabaYoMama to unite at least two couples and sing at their weddings in order to gain the cure she needs for her freedom.

No problem, right?

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What happens when you are a captive witch and are made an offer you can’t refuse? You get a delightful tale of magic and mayhem.

Bridget has been a captive of the Vampires for many years paying off a debt she incurred by not controlling her magic. She can earn her freedom by finding a way to reverse a turning that should never have happened to begin with. Failure is not an option, so she begins her journey to find the one witch who could help her Baba Yaga whom she “affectionately” calls BabaYoMama.

Let me say this was so much fun to read. Bridget must sing her curses and some of them are hysterical. Talk about switching lyrics. Of course no journey is without it’s trials and tribulations. For Bridget it is a skunk…well a human cursed into a skunk named Martin. He needs to get to Assjacket too so he begs a ride. One of the bumps in the road is a flat tire, this is a favorite scene.

Panic-fueled adrenaline surged through me as we came to an abrupt halt. Shaking, I glanced at my passenger who had flattened himself against the seat, tail straight up and eyes wide as he looked over his shoulder at me.

“Don’t you dare.” But it was too late. He sprayed me.

And my mouth was open, dammit.

Choking, gagging, and spitting out the foul taste, I managed to get the car into park. Then I did the utterly mature thing— I beat my hands against the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” Martin sounded genuinely contrite. “It’s a nervous habit.”

Hardly mollified by his words or his intentions, I kept pounding my hands on the steering wheel. Tears seemed to gush from my eyes and turned the world into a wavering mess. I couldn’t breathe without smelling the acrid odor. It was everywhere. On me. On my clothes. On my car!

“Witchy-poo?” The skunk in question crept toward me. His soft, doe-eyes swam in my gaze. I could barely make out his white capped and striped black body. The tail, at least, was down, or I think it was. It didn’t really matter.

I’d spent years stuck in service to vamps because I said one wrong damn word. Then of course, there was the bill I ran up trying to escape that racket. Then the bill I ran up when I realized they weren’t going to let me go. That was neither here nor there. I had a chance. A chance to fix Nasty-Face’s stupid mistake— not that I thought one single solution actually existed in the universe, but I’d take what I could get.

All I had to do was get to fucking Assjacket. I slammed my palm on the steering wheel once for every word in that sentence. Martin touched me with a paw, and it served as a tipping point for every damn thing that had gone wrong in my life since open bar karaoke.

I screamed.
Long, Heather. Magic and Mayhem: The Witch Singer (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Witches of Mane Street Book 1) (Kindle Locations 371-385). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

There are lots of surprises along the way and even more once they reach their destination.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

I loved every second of this book and I can’t wait for the next one. Since it appears Heather is making this a series for this Kindle World.

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You know how, when you’re young, you dream of how your life will go? Sometimes, the crap you watch on TV influences you. You always think they have it better—I mean, who wouldn’t want to be an invulnerable superhero who makes it at the last minute and saves the day? If you were a superhero, did it really matter if you were vulnerable to a bit of meteor rock? The last time I was afraid of a rock collection was, like, never. Too bad I hadn’t been born on another planet then jettisoned to Earth when my planet was destroyed. No matter how ridiculous, I had dreams. Big dreams. I always thought I would be a star. If not of the stage or screen, then at least at every backwater pub, club, and high school dance where someone let me hold a microphone. Hecate knows, I’m a damn karaoke expert.

But nope. No, I have a problem. A wicked temper, salted by way too much sarcasm. I got up on a stage and strutted my stuff. Okay, I was drunk, and it was a dare, but how was I supposed to know that half the audience in that club that night was there ashors d’oeuvres for the local vampire enclave? Did they have a sign out front? No. No, they did not. So there I was, doing my best Sandra Dee impression and rocking out to Summer Lovin’ with this really good looking guy when some jackass in the audience boos us.

Booed.

Okay, he got up, turned around and farted in tune to the song. Not just offensive, but really profane. It really threw me off my game, so much so that when we got to the part about the true love vow, I said cow. My gift, it’s got some serious kick, and all the mortals in the place—including Mr. Farts-A-Long—were moo-ved along.

Yep, I said moo-ved, ‘cause I crack myself up.

Anyway, long story short, the vampires in the bar were pissed. Beyond pissed. Like metric-nuclear-to-the-max-you-wouldn’t-like-me-when-I’m-angry furious. Fortunately, or maybe not so fortunately, they saw me as asset to be co-opted rather than feasted upon. Of course, it could also have something to do with the fact that the potent herbal teas I drink to protect my very valuable throat also makes my blood taste like ass. Or so I’ve heard.

For the last few years, I’ve been the local enclave’s version of a jukebox. They want jazz? Well, I’m their girl. They want blues? Yep, there I am. Bubblegum rock? Just crank Bridget up and press play.

It’s so effing boring. I got hauled across town in the dead of night, while in my pajamas, my hair is standing straight up—not to mention I lost one of my favorite slippers when Goon One and Goon Two hustled me into the car. If only I didn’t have to wear the stupid choker. If my voice went even a fraction of a decibel above normal conversation, it zapped me.

I tested it once. My hair didn’t comb straight for a week. Not even with product and a flat iron. Again, I digress, the point being… if I could have shattered the vampires’ eardrums, I would have but nope. I ended up standing in the too-plush living room of one Alistair Hethrington Nasty-Face.

Yes, I know. It wasn’t his real name. “Good morning, Mr. Nasty-Face, what can I do for you today?” Keeping them on their toes required a lot more coffee than they’d provided. “Please tell me you want me to take off the collar so I can sing you a lullaby to permanent sleep?”

“Sit down. Shut up. Listen.” Awww, he was in a foul mood.

“Did Mr. Nasty-Face not get a good day’s sleep?” Flopping onto the sofa, I folded my arms and put my feet on his really nice table. Since I was missing a slipper, I’d likely leave a mark on the wood.

“Bridget…” He growled my name. It was pretty sexy, if one discounted his rather disgusting penchant for feeding on blood, his need for dominance, and the overwhelming arrogance in his silk black power suit. “We have an issue.”

“Didn’t do it.” Holding my hand up, palm forward in a show of surrender, I did my best to keep my expression empty of doubt or at least not sneering. “I’ve been home all night. Bridezillas marathon.” Awesome cat fights, too. The whole brides turning into monsters the closer their wedding day came served as a fervent reminder what a crapfest love could be.

Mr. Nasty-Face sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m shocked no one has ripped your throat out yet…or at least your tongue.”

“Pity I need both to do your dirty work, isn’t it?” Mom used to accuse me of being too confident. On the one hand, I suppose I see her point. I mean why else would I have let the word ‘cow’ slip into my lyrics? I knew what would happen. Then again, the vampires didn’t kill me and, while working for them sucked, it certainly beat the alternative.

Most of the time.

With a baleful look, he stared at me. He might as well have had “shut up” stamped on his forehead or maybe he wanted to stamp it on mine. Either way, I mimed zipping my lips closed then waited.

I wasn’t going to give him long, a fact he seemed to grasp. “I have a job for you, a difficult task to which I believe you are uniquely qualified.”

“Peachy.” I flashed him a view of my pearly whites. Then stopped. I hadn’t actually had a chance to brush my teeth before they dragged me to his house. “What’s the job?”

“Always straight to the point with you.” The vampire sighed then cut his hand through the air. “Fine. I don’t care. Here’s the task. Montague turned a succubus.”

“The fuck you say.” Thank Hecate I didn’t have coffee in hand. I might have choked on it. “You can’t turn other species.”

“Not typically, no.” Mr. Nasty-Face strode across the room, retrieved a file then carried it to me and dropped it on the coffee table. The folder opened to a photograph of a very messy bedroom. Blood stained the sheets, the walls, and something dark and sticky seemed splashed liberally over the carpet. At no point in my existence did I possess a desire to be a crime scene tech or in any way attached to a crime scene.

“Gross.” I flipped the folder closed. Clearing my throat, I gave myself a minute so I didn’t hurl. “How does a nasty photograph tell you a vampire turned a succubus?”

Hands curling into fists, Nasty-Face stalked away to the bar and poured himself a drink. The agitation within him made for short, jerky motions. He slammed the crystal decanter down with enough force, I thought it might shatter. The amber liquid sloshed out of the glass onto the cherry wood counter, but he ignored it.

“Oh…dude.” Real shock rippled through me. “You did it.”

He held up a finger. “Not another word, never repeat that sentence outside of this room. Understood?”

Laughter bubbled up, and I pressed two fingers to my lips to keep it from escaping. As funny as the whole situation might be, Master Nasty-Ass was in a mood. Clearing my throat again, I fought for some semblance of control. “How can I help?”

“And delivered so nicely, too.” Nope, my attitude didn’t fool him a bit. Hey, at least I tried. “I need a solution to the problem. You will reach out to other witches and to Baba Yaga and find out how to reverse the transformation.”

Oh. Was that all? “Really? You just want me to track down the biggest, baddest witch and ask her how to undo something impossible?”

“If anyone knows what to do, it would be the witches. You will find the answer to my problem, and you will fix it.”

“Sounds like you have it all thought out, so forgive me if I’m stepping on your toes, but I see a couple of small problems with that plan.” At his baleful glance, I spread my hands wide. “I’m bound to your enclave, can’t travel out of the state. And, the last I checked, Baba Yaga isn’t a big fan of Texas.”

“That’s an inconvenience, not a problem. The collar will come off for the trip.”

“Dude. Seriously?” He had my attention now. How to play this? How to spin it so it worked for me?

“Yes. I am aware you will need access to your magic.” As if the fact he said the words were all that was needed, the locks on the collar began to turn. I could feel the click clack of it all. “I also know how that brain of yours works. Once the collar is off, all bargains and bets are in the air. I know you, Bridget. You’ll do what’s best for you which means running as far from here as you can.”

No lie. The vampire did know me well. “I bet you’re going to make it worth my while.”

“I will cover all your remaining debts to the enclave.” That was a hefty price tag. “I will certify your freedom from obligation and give you the collar back once the task is complete.”

Give me the collar? The last lock spun slowly, but halted before it was complete. One more lock off and my voice was my own again. As would be my magic and the ability to go anywhere I wanted. “What’s the catch?” I’d been around vampires too long not to look for the secret out they worked into their deals.

“If you fail to complete your task or if you decide to ditch and run, I still have the collar and an entire host of bounty hunters to come after you. Trust me, they will come in force. You might spend the rest of your life running, no matter how short that time might be. Then, when you are caught, the collar will go on with a permanent spell. One that can only be broken when you’re dead and your soul crossed over.”

“I knew there was a reason I called you Nasty-Face.” He ignored the off-hand comment even as I tried to examine the deal from all sides. “To clarify, you take off the collar, I’m free to leave. You want me to go to the Baba Yaga and ask her how to undo an impossible turning of a succubus to a vampire? That’s it?”

“I want you to get the solution so we can perform it and undo the unnatural act from having happened.”
There was the rub. “And if there is no solution?”

“I don’t believe there isn’t one. History dictates turning her shouldn’t have been possible in the first place. Thus, if it is possible to turn her, it must be possible to unturn her.”

Gods and Goddesses, I’m going to hate myself for asking the next question. “Point of order. Don’t you die to become a vampire?”

Nasty-Face hesitated. Yeah, I didn’t think he’d considered that angle. “That’s less important than undoing it.”

“Dude, if you don’t care if the succubitch lives or dies, just pound a stake through her heart and call it good.” Really? Could I just shut up for five minutes? If he took me up on that suggestion, I was right back where I started. Of course, in my defense, I hadn’t had any coffee yet. The man didn’t have any coffee handy that I could see, either. Just liquor.

Maybe I should do shots.

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Recently divorced author MacKenzie Dillon has lost her writing mojo. When she inherits her great aunt’s haunted house in Virginia, she is determined to make a new start. The creepy old house provides inspiration but at what cost?
Successful architect and paranormal skeptic Justin Kent returns to Penny Hollow to fulfill his father’s dying wish of revitalizing their small town. To do that, he needs the allegedly haunted estate at Summerfield. Mac, the new owner, may be gorgeous and spunky, but she refuses to sell.
These two have a dangerous history that spans the ages, but will they discover the truth in time to save their lives?


earth-witches-arent-easyHe’s supposed to be dead, but he’s killing again…Nearly a decade ago, hedge witch Chance Monroe’s life irrevocably changed. She survived the attack of a serial killer. His death should have set her free.

When her ex-lover shows up on her porch, Chance isn’t ready to hear Randall Oakes is still alive and less prepared for the sea of emotion swamping her. One man wants her dead and the other just wants her. When the FBI offers protective custody, Chance refuses. Connected to the earth, Chance must rely on her supernatural senses and her wits to survive this game of cat and mouse.

In the farm rich countryside of her native Northern Virginia, Chance confronts her troubled past, a supernatural adversary and a sizzling passion that’s lain dormant for years….

This time, she will teach her hunter a lesson: earth witches aren’t easy targets…

Urban fantasy. Previously published as Prime Evil, but has undergone significant rewrite and editing.

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Heather Long   Heather Long

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

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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Cover Reveal For Liz Crowe’s Love and Lagers: Releasing Nov 1


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Title: Love & Lagers
Series: Hot Seals Kindle World Novella
Author: Liz Crowe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Drue Hoffman
Release Date: November 1, 2016

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When the founders of the Guardian Angel Protection Service realize the success of their business requires the assistance of an organizational pro, they hire one of the first applicants for the job. Lainey Jackson gets straight to work, while managing to avoid personal interactions with any of the powerful men around her. She spends her days helping GAPs get organized and her evenings cooking, and dreaming of the day she can run her own restaurant.

Owen Taylor believed he’d lost everything when he witnessed the violent death of his life-long friend and fellow Marine in Iraq. Determined to single-handedly extract revenge, he signed on for two more tours, only to lose his leg in night raid. As he struggles with his urge to lash out at the hand fate has dealt him, he takes an I.T. job with GAPs in Virginia.

After admiring the extremely hot, but mostly silent new employee for several weeks, Lainey discovers a connection with Owen that shocks and pleases them both. By the time he can admit his feelings for her, he and his fellow GAPs agents are forced to take action when the dangerous secret she’s been running from catches up with her.

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Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

Don’t ever ask her for anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.

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My Review of Rebecca Royce’s Crashing into Destiny – Wings of Artemis Book 3


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Crashing into Destiny
Wings of Artemis Book 3
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Rebecca Royce

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When one man can’t steal her heart. She gives it to five of them.

Restless and uncertain, Diana Mallory has no idea what path in life she wants to take. Unable to choose between marriage, pursuing a career, or spending her life praying with the Sisters of the Universe, Diana struggles with the course of her future. But when she’s thrown through a black hole, her choices all vanish. Suddenly, her only focus is surviving life on the ice planet.

Life on a strange planet isn’t as it seems. With five men vying for her heart and body, Diana grapples with her feelings for each of them. Each man stirs feelings and desire within her–a yearning she’s never known before. Although the men were not prepared for the woman who crashed into their lives, they’ll do anything for her–even share her. Now it’s up to Diana to embrace the beauty and love that each of them provide, while learning that the universe doesn’t believe in happy endings. Can the men find a way to love her and still protect her from the danger lurking outside the galaxy?

**Reverse Harem, Intense**

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This book opens with Diana in her early twenties. She is out near the black hole checking the remote alert beacons with her brother Asher when all hell breaks loose. Securing her brother in the only working pod she sends him off home. Calling home to alert them while trying to push into the black hole. Her engines fail from the attack before she can accomplish that goal. Under her Uncle Wes’s direction she sets off the only bomb on board to propel her into the black hole. Only the Cartel ship fires towards her and the entrance to the hole closes and she and winds up pulled through the black hole to the other side.

She set the Artemis down on a remote ice planet named Orion to wait for her family to come get her. With the Artemis cloaked she was invisible to the five humans that resided in a large pod and also from the zombie like creatures that roamed this ice-planet. All was peaceful while she worked and waited, that is until her fire alarm went off. Then everything changed.

Now inside the pod with the five men she had only observed from a distance she finds herself looking at them differently, they attracted her as no one ever had before. Once they got over the initial you almost died and didn’t report her to their corporation. We kind of settle in to getting to know these guys and Diana. A favorite scene is when they have a meeting with her after discovering she really wants all of them.

“If you’re serious about this, then there are conditions. Otherwise I get in the machine, and we’ll all put this to rest.” I steepled my fingers. This was hard. I didn’t like telling people what to do. If I didn’t, they’d all break apart. I was going to leave them. They couldn’t be destroyed when I did.Judge blinked. “Conditions?”

“That’s right. I know how these things work. This was how I was raised. I’ve seen where it works, and I’ve seen how it doesn’t. My family worked beautifully.” At least as far as marriage went. “As far as I can tell, the way that multiple men can share one woman and not ultimately destroy each other with aggression and anger is: I’m in charge. I’ll try to do what you want. Be there for all of you. Ultimately, I say yes; I say no. Or I walk away, and I’m done with it. Might seem cruel. I know that. What would be worse for me, for all of you, would be to end the years of friendship that the five of you share. You can’t fight over me. That’s my first rule. The most important one.

Do this, and you’ll survive this, whether it works or it doesn’t. Second rule. Damian, you want to know why Cooper Jackson travelled across the universe, leaving his royal family and everything he knew? Because my mom wanted to. He doesn’t take orders from anyone. Except her.”

I wanted to throw up. I waited for a response. I’d clearly stunned them into silence. “Why don’t you all think about it?” And since I still had to be me even though I was pretending to be mother, I had to add more. I wasn’t good at pretending. “I don’t like giving rules. I’m not good at it. I hate it, in fact. I’ll go. Back to my ship. I’ll wait.”

“Hold on.” Damian rubbed his eyes. “Please.”

I let out the breath I’d sucked in. “Okay.”

“I … I understand what you’re saying and maybe even what you’re not. I am personally willing to try. Some of these other guys take time to process. That’s fine. We’re not in a rush. The medicine the US has been giving us is, according to Cash, going to take a long time to run its course. He doesn’t know exactly how long because no one quits taking it.”

Cash interrupted, “It will go away. The chemistry indicates it. It’s the timing I’m unsure of. Or exactly what the withdrawal will be like.”

Damian finished. “Right. We’ll feel the initial signals of it going away long before it’s actually gone. I think that might be a good thing. We can get to know each other, without the sex, and see how this goes. If we like it. Without the physical getting in the way of the whole thing.”

“Let me know when you all decide. I’ll be on my ship.” Judge lifted a hand. “My turn to hold you off.”

I took a deep breath. “Sure.”

“I think right off the bat we need to, or you need to, make a sleep schedule. Sterling and Damian have both gotten to sleep with you. I want a turn. I imagine Lewis and Cash do, too. Can we do that? Even before sex?”

I actually liked the company in bed. “I’m fine with you making the schedule. I guess it could be the first test to see if you can manage not to fight.”

I was making this up as I went along. Damian stared at Judge. “Would you like to go tonight? Have your turn? Unless you need to think on this.”

Judge put his hands out in front of him. “I’m a yes.”

“I think you need to all be agreed before we sign onto this. I don’t want to presume I …”

Sterling interrupted. They were hardly letting each other get a word in edgewise. “I’m a yes. Cash?”

“Yes.” He looked at Lewis. “Well?”

“I’m a yes.”

And just like that, plans were made.

I hoped I could be the woman I had to be to make this work. Otherwise we were royally screwed.
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From here we get to know all of them in depth, but you know it all can’t go smoothly. The sex is phenomenal and the love that grows is strong. When the impossible happens the story just gets more intense.

I couldn’t put this book down, I really hope Rebecca writes more of this series. I’d really love to see more of Diana’s family.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

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Rebecca Royce
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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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My Review of Magic and Mayhem: Protecting Alabama’s Kids – SEAL of Protection Book 9 By Susan Stoker


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Protecting Alabama’s Kids
SEAL of Protection Book 9
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Susan Stoker

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At just ten years old, Tommy has already been through more horror than most people suffer their entire lives. So when he’s placed in his latest foster home, under the gentle care of Abe and Alabama Powers, he lashes out. He’s scared, confused, angry…and convinced it won’t be long before these new foster parents send him away, too. No one wants a boy his age, especially one who’s broken, dirty.

It’ll take all of Alabama and Abe’s love, the sibling adoration of his foster sisters, Brinique and Davisa, and Abe’s entire extended SEAL family, to prove to Tommy that being nice, being respectful, and opening his heart to love are things he can choose. Even still, despite so much support, it’s hard for Tommy to believe he deserves a loving family, and a second chance at happiness.

Until three of the most unexpected friends arrive, just when Tommy needs them the most. They’ll show him just how special he is…even if they have to use a little magic to prove it.

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What can break through to even the most frightened child’s heart? Why cats of course.

But Fatty, Boba and Jango  are no ordinary cats, these are the familiars of Zelda a witch from Assjacket, West Virginia. As such they can do some things that no normal house cats can do. Like talk to the children, but they also have a reason for coming to the Power’s household. That reason is Tommy, they need to help him adjust to his new family and help him get rid of the ball of black goo that strangles him at times.

Christopher aka Abe and Alabama have again opened their hearts and home to a foster child with the intent to adopt. Tommy has been through more in his 10 years than any child should ever have to. He lashes out at just about anything kind, struggling to accept Brinique and Davisa as sisters and even the thought of having parents has him striking out. A favorite scene with the cats and Tommy is shortly before they head to the beach to meet up with the rest of the SEAL team and their families.

“I can’t wait to go to the beach,” Jango purred. “I’ve heard there’s all sorts of stinky things that get washed up on the shore.”

“Dead stinky things,” Boba returned. “If you eat them, you’ll get a stomachache then puke hairballs over the place.”

“Will not.”

“Will so.”

“Not.”

“So.”

“Tommy, think your mom will get us some salmon when we’re there? I heard the beach is a good place to get some top-notch fish. West Virginia isn’t exactly fish central. Although I’m sure Zelda could conjure us up some, she’s serious about this stupid diet she’s put us on,” Jango mused.

“Hildy never made us diet,” Boba grouched. “I bet if we purred real loud and rubbed up against some of the other women, they’d give us salmon.”

“Argh!” Tommy screamed, putting his hands over his ears. “I used to think it was cool that you guys could talk. Now it’s just annoying. I’m going to get some breakfast. I can’t wait to go to school to get away from you three!” And with that, Tommy stomped out of his room.

Boba and Jango grinned at each other.

“That didn’t take long,” Jango said.

“Nope. Getting him to want to go to school. Goal one, check,” Boba agreed.

“The others won’t be as easy.”

Boba sobered. “No, they won’t. But this weekend we’ll check the next two off.”

“Yeah.” Jango was silent for a moment and Fatty walked into the room just as he said, “Next week’s when it’s supposed to happen, right?”

“Right,” Fatty said. “He’ll be ready.”

“Are you sure?” Boba asked, nervously. “He hasn’t been here that long. I’m not sure he’ll have a chance to really acclimate. If he doesn’t bond with Alabama, Abe, Brinique, and Davisa, it’s not going to work. He’s not going to be ready.”

“He’ll be ready,” Fatty repeated stubbornly.

Jango and Boba didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss breakfast,” Fatty told the others, turning back toward the door.

It was as if he’d said the magic words. Boba and Jango sprang past Fatty as if the room was on fire. Not wanting to be left behind, and more importantly, not wanting his friends to get more food than him, Fatty jogged after them, his butt wiggling back and forth as he went.
Stoker, Susan. Magic and Mayhem: Protecting Alabama’s Kids (Kindle Worlds Novella) (SEAL of Protection Book 9) (Kindle Locations 423-443). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

While the cats are a lot of fun with their antics there is a very serious side to this story. An extremely emotional tale that had me laughing, crying and even holding my breath. Susan has once again taken difficult subjects and made them into a page turning read that embraces the seriousness while adding a lot of fun.

5 Contented Purrs for Susan!

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

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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Dallas Fire and Rescue: Smoke and Mirrors – Guardian Elite Book 1 by KaLyn Cooper A Kindle Worlds Novella


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Dallas Fire and Rescue: Smoke and Mirrors
Guardian Elite Book 1
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She’s not what she seems. Neither is he. But the terrorist threat is real. So is the desire that smolders between them.

Gwen Shaw overhears refugee teenagers discussing a plot to rival 9/11, but her Arabic is rusty. Besides, who is going to believe the sketchy information from an apron-wearing newcomer, even though she’d recently left the Army as a seasoned officer?

Jonathan O’Neil, new to the Dallas Guardian Security Center, knows a terrorist plot when he sees one on the tempting waitress’ computer. To find out the details of the plan and to stop them, he sets out to seduce her, only to find that nothing is what it seems.

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When I started reading this I knew it was going to be something different. Especially with Jonathan’s encounter with a couple of older ladies leaving the diner as he is entering. Giggling right from the start.

Quin and Jonathan were having their first meeting since Jonathan had joined him from the Miami Guardian office. However this was not to be a normal meeting in any sense of the word. Interrupted by a distraught well dressed woman full of accusations and venom as their waitress Gwen delivers their order, this is a favorite scene. It does have adult language but it is definitely necessary.

Quin looked clueless, and Jonathan had no idea who any of these people were or what the hell she was talking about.

Gwen appeared with their food and hip checked the woman out of the way. She set the plates on the table and called out to everyone, “Show’s over folks. Go back to your food and drinks.”

She turned to the woman and Gwen fisted her hands in her hips. “Bitsy, what the hell? You know better than to bring your dirty laundry into my restaurant.”

“Well, I tried to get into their office, but it’s like Fort Knox.” Bitsy opened the gigantic yellow purse and started to dig. “Besides, this isn’t your restaurant. Suze and James will be back soon.”

Gwen cocked her head. “It is mine right now, since they left me in charge.” Under her breath, she added, “Damn it all.”

Jonathan flipped the leather tab that secured his handgun in the holster at his side. If she pulled a gun out of there, he’d be ready. A glance toward the standing cops revealed they’d done the same.

Bitsy lifted her head and wagged a single key on a ring. “This fucking thing doesn’t work anymore.” The irate woman vibrated. “Because if had it worked, I would have killed that husband-fucking secretary of theirs.” She glared lasers at Quin and Jonathan.

Then Bitsy pulled a pink Glock 26 from the outside pocket of her purse.
Cooper, KaLyn. Dallas Fire & Rescue: Smoke & Mirrors (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Guardian Elite Book 1) (Kindle Locations 209-221).

There is an immediate attraction between Jonathan and Gwen but he doesn’t act on it right away. He instead becomes a nightly regular for breakfast.

Gwen keeps a close eye on everything in her restaurant. When she overhears some teenage boys speaking Arabic she transcribes what becomes a catalyst for Jonathan to take action. Unfortunately for him that action also leads to what she interprets as betrayal of trust.

A complicated state of affairs as they try to figure out the target of the boys’ relatives. Even as their attraction for each other increases.

A page turner with plenty of twists, turns and action. With a sizzling romance that add some heat to this fiery tale.

5 Contented Purrs for KaLyn!

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KaLyn Cooper writes romantic suspense based in fact. Twenty-seven years as a military wife has shown her the world and the men and women who protect it every day. Thirty years in PR taught her fact can be stranger than fiction, but leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination. She and her husband live in Tennessee on their micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, quail, and a bird dog. When she’s not writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.

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Excerpt Reveal for Laura Kaye’s Ride Rough – Raven Riders Book 2


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Laura Kaye’s RIDE HARD, the first novel in Laura’s Raven Riders Series, is on sale for a very limited time for only $1.99! Be sure you grab it! 

Pre-order RIDE ROUGH, the second novel in the Raven Riders Series releasing April 25, 2017!

A sexy romantic suspense, you might’ve first met the Ravens in the Hard Ink world, but this series stands on its own and is even sexier, edgier, and grittier! The Raven Riders Series takes you on a new adventure and kicks it into overdrive!


Get Ready for RIDE ROUGH with an exclusive excerpt AND a Sale on RIDE HARD!

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A NOTE FROM LAURA KAYE:

OMG you guys! I’m so excited! Because the first book in my new Raven Riders series is on sale for the first time AND I’ve got an advance excerpt from the second book here for you to enjoy! The Raven Riders is a new sexy contemporary romance series, and a spin-off from my Hard Ink world, about a different kind of a motorcycle club with a protective mission. Ride Hard tells the story of a naïve woman on the run who’s been rescued by the jaded and tormented president of the Raven Riders, who learns that she’s strong enough to save herself and the man she loves, too. Ride Rough is a second-chance love story that is so hot and emotional that I absolutely adored writing it! I hope you’ll check both out! Now, enjoy this delicious tease from Ride Rough, coming 4/25/17, and grab your copies of BOTH! Thanks for reading! ~ Laura Kaye

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It was one of Maverick’s favorite dreams.

He and Alexa had gone up to Swallow Falls in Western Maryland for a weekend getaway and were staying in one of the mini cabins at the state park. After a day of hiking and swimming and picnicking outside, they’d come back to their cabin tired and ready to crash, but getting naked for showers had sidetracked them for hours. And even once they finally fell asleep, Maverick was hard and ready every time he woke up, and he took her again and again, falling asleep still buried inside her . . .

And fuck if he wasn’t ready right now.

He burrowed his face in Alexa’s soft hair and banded his arm around her stomach. His hand filled with the soft mound of her breast. He pulled her back against his chest and ground his erection against the swell of her ass.

“Maverick,” she moaned.

Hell, yeah. He nuzzled her neck, kissed her there, tasting and nipping and sucking. God, he needed in her. “Fuck, Alexa,” he whispered.

Her hand gripped his. “Maverick.”

He rolled her under him and crawled on top of her, his body falling into the cradle of her spread thighs.

“Uh, Maverick.”

He frowned and kissed her jaw, her cheek, her mouth.

It was the kiss that did it. Something wasn’t right. The memory playing out in his sleep-fogged mind didn’t feel like the reality confronting his physical senses. His eyes blinked open.

And he found himself lying on top of Alexa. Not in the cabin at Swallow Falls years before. In the gray morning light of his house. Her wide hazel eyes stared up at him.

He reared off of her in an instant. “Fuck,” he said, coming to stand by the couch. Alexa looked stunned—and so fucking sexy that Maverick barely resisted crawling back on top of her. She lay on her back in his clothes, on his couch, her knees drawn up and falling out, her hair sleep-mussed and sexy. Jesus. He adjusted himself, unable to hide his raging hard-on, and scrubbed at his face. “Goddamn dream. I’m sorry, Alexa. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You . . . you were dreaming. Of me?” she whispered.

His gaze narrowed. “Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer to.”

She swallowed and licked her lips. “What if I do want it? The answer,” she added.

Years of need and longing roared through Maverick like a drug he’d mainlined. His thoughts spilled out unfiltered. “Damnit, Al. You’re laying there in my clothes in my house with your thighs spread after I’ve just woken up holding you. My skin smells like you. And I’m sporting an erection because of you. Don’t fuck with me.” The words came out harsher than he intended, but she couldn’t play with him. Not on this. Not when he cared so much. Not when he wanted so much.

Her mouth dropped open and her chest rose and fell a little quicker. “I’m not playing a game. I want to know.”

Planting his hands on his hips, Maverick studied her. Her beautiful, languid body. Her pretty, open face. Her eyes, honest and free of pretense. He felt pulled in a million directions. Between wrong and right, between taking advantage and taking care, between giving in and opening himself up to a world of hurt. “I was dreaming of you. Of us. Up at Swallow Falls.”

“That night we—”

“Yes,” he growled.

“Maverick—”

Fuck.” He dropped his chin to his chest and closed his eyes. Trying to be bigger than his base needs. Trying to put her before himself. “Whatever is about to come out of your mouth is not a good idea.”

“Mav—”

“I mean it, Al—”

“Maverick!” she nearly yelled. “Listen to me.”

His gaze cut up to hers in time to see her sit up a little and take off her shirt. Well, his shirt. Then she laid back again, her eyes on him, drinking him in, inviting him in. “What if I do want it?” she whispered.

Something inside him snapped.

He was on her in a second. Body covering hers. Hands going to her warm skin. Mouth tasting her everywhere—her shoulder, her throat, her cheek. His chest pressed against her breasts, her hard nipples evident, her excitement palpable. And then his mouth found hers. On a triumphant groan, he claimed her, his lips sucking, his tongue penetrating. His big hand found her breast and kneaded at the soft mound.

And Alexa was right there with him. Moaning, kissing him, clutching on to him. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and her fingers twisted in his hair.

Bad idea bad idea such a fucking bad idea.

Why did bad ideas have to feel so good?

 

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Maverick Rylan won’t apologize for who he is—the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club Vice-President, a sought-after custom bike builder, and a man dedicated to protecting those he loves. So when he learns that the only woman who has ever held his heart is in trouble, he’ll move heaven and earth to save her.

Alexa Harmon thought she had it all—the security of a good job, a beautiful home, and a powerful, charming fiancé who offered the life she never had growing up. But when her dream quickly turns into a nightmare, Alexa realizes she’s fallen for a façade she can’t escape—until sexy, dangerous Maverick offers her a way out.

Forced together to keep Alexa safe, their powerful attraction reignites and Maverick determines to do whatever it takes to earn a second chance—one Alexa is tempted to give. But her ex-fiancé isn’t going to let her go without a fight, one that will threaten everything they both hold dear.


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Brotherhood. Club. Family.
They live and ride by their own rules.
These are the Raven Riders…

Raven Riders Motorcycle Club President Dare Kenyon rides hard and values loyalty above all else. He’ll do anything to protect the brotherhood of bikers—the only family he’s got—as well as those who can’t defend themselves. So when mistrustful Haven Randall lands on the club’s doorstep scared that she’s being hunted, Dare takes her in, swears to keep her safe, and pushes to learn the secrets overshadowing her pretty smile.

Haven fled from years of abuse at the hands of her criminal father and is suspicious of any man’s promises, including those of the darkly sexy and overwhelmingly intense Ravens’ leader. But as the powerful attraction between them flares to life, Dare pushes her boundaries and tempts her to want things she never thought she could.

The past never dies without a fight, but Dare Kenyon’s never backed down before…

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My Review of Becca Jameson’s Thrust – The Underground Book 5


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.

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Alena Dudko’s life has been upside down for a year and a half. First she was abducted and held for six months in Russia, and then she was rescued and went into hiding in the US. She’s done hiding. She’s also done tiptoeing around Ivan Belinsky, pretending she doesn’t want the man in her bed.

Ivan has been responsible for keeping Alena safe for nearly two months. He has spent every minute of that time fighting his attraction toward her. After all, she’s his best friend’s sister, she has no idea Ivan is a Dominant, and she has innocence written on her forehead. She is off limits.

When Alena bares everything—literally—Ivan is forced to face his feelings head on. But nothing changes the fact that the leader of the Russian Mafia is after both them and their friends. The FBI is working frantically to capture Anton Yenin and put an end to the terror, but it’s taking longer than anyone would have hoped.

Alena won’t wait for the threat to be contained. She intends to live her life now. It’s up to Ivan. In? Or out?

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It seems Alena is getting tired of a lot of things not just being hidden. She wants Ivan to notice her as more than Mikhail’s sister. So with Sergei out of the apartment and her brother with Haley she makes her move. Oh what a move it is, poor Ivan isn’t given much of a choice as he faces her nudity and his own libido. In spite of his initial instincts he knows he must speak with Mikhail before this goes too far. He needs her brother’s blessing in order to pursue this undeniable attraction. First he has to get her out of the apartment and to the gym. Trust me when I say Alena is not pleased.

This is a favorite scene after Alena realizes Mikhail and Ivan had been talking about her. She runs out of the gym and Ivan follows.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been alone in the last year? None. Not one goddamn second. Not even a millisecond. Sure, I was being held in some fucked-up facility in Siberia for months, but when I was rescued and told I would be coming to the US and reuniting with my brother, do you know what I thought?”

He didn’t move.

She wasn’t waiting for a response, anyway. “I thought finally, finally, freedom. Boy was I wrong. If I knew then what I know now, I’d probably tell those guys who rescued me to leave me there. Three square meals. No running. No hiding. Nobody chasing me.”

Still he didn’t move.

“I hate this life. Hate it. You guys boss me around all day like I have no sense. Like I’m three years old.” She got sassy, tossing her hair back and forth and speaking in a sing-songy voice. “‘ Alena, don’t go so close to the window.’ ‘Alena, no you can’t get a job.’ ‘Alena, tell me what feminine products you want from the store, and I’ll get them for you.’”

Ivan flinched.

“Even my fucking period is something you all five probably have on your calendars. I don’t own a piece of lingerie one of you didn’t purchase for me. I don’t even have a vibrator.” Yeah, I just said that out loud.

She continued, not giving a fuck if someone else heard her. “So, don’t you waltz out here to tell me what to do. I’ve had enough. How dare you share what happened this morning with my brother. My brother.” Her voice rose again.
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While Alena may have given Ivan a chance, one he didn’t take full advantage of, now she’s done. Ivan has his work cut out for him in order to prove his feelings for her. Then there is his dominance, it’s more than just an attitude it’s his lifestyle.

In the meantime Anton’s henchmen are still trying to get their hands on Bethany or Alena. Bethany to keep her from reporting the story and Alena as bait to get one of the guys.

However, there’s some newcomers on the scene and when Alena is attacked in the clinic it adds a whole new level to the FBI’s investigation.

It’s like a game of Chess crossed with Who’s who as the guys try to keep their women safe and still continue to fight regularly.

Anton is turning up the heat, he needs the formula to work and he doesn’t have a lot of time to get the right antibodies into his system for the drug to adhere to.

Fast paced and full of twists and turns as the Russian FSB adds fuel to the fire. Alena’s introduction to Ivan’s brand of BDSM is sensual and erotic. Yet there is still so much going on.

I can’t wait for Torque coming November 3, 2016

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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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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