Sleeper Seals: Protecting Dakota – SEALS of Protection Book 10 by Susan Stoker

The Sleeper SEALs, are former U.S. Navy SEALs recruited by a new CIA counter-terror division to handle solo dark ops missions to combat terrorism on U.S. soil.

Each book in this multi-author branded series is a standalone novel, and the series does not have to be read in order. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

Protecting Dakota
Seals of Protection Book 10
Susan Stoker



Dakota James’s life has become the stuff of nightmares. The leader of the Ansar al-Shari’a terrorist group has become obsessed with her, determined to take her as his wife. On the run, she’ll have to pin her hopes on the retired SEAL charged with finding and stopping Aziz Fourati before he can carry out plans to bomb more US airports.

Recently recruited to join a sleeper SEAL team tasked with fighting terrorism on US soil, Slade “Cutter” Cutsinger, with the help of some Special Forces friends, has located the one woman who can identify the deadly Ansar al-Shari’a leader. That was the easy part. Keeping her safe proves more difficult than anyone ever imagined.

When she and her new friend, Caroline, are kidnapped by the terrorist group, Dakota can only pray Cutter and the SEALs will reach them before they’re taken out of the country–and away from Cutter forever.

** Protecting Dakota is a part of the SEAL of Protection Series. It is also in the “Sleeper SEAL” connected series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.




When I saw this new Kindle world I knew I had to start it. Susan Stoker has joined up with many of my favorite authors to bring the Sleeper SEALs to life.

This first book brings to light a fear many of us have. That of domestic terrorists.

Dakota survives a domestic terror attack because the leader is attracted to her. She manages to escape him but is now on the run.

Recruited by the CIA to be a sleeper SEAL, Cutter’s first assignment is to find Dakota, get a description of the terrorist and protect her while they flush him out. His first stop on this journey is to her father. Skeptical as to his intent her father puts him through quite the test before revealing what he knows. Which isn’t very much at all.

With the aid of the postcards from her dad and some from Tex Slade finally locates her.

This is a favorite scene as he tries to convince her he’s not a bad guy.

Dakota nodded and cursed under her breath. She didn’t want to take her eyes from Slade’s, but she couldn’t find the stupid handle.

“I told you last night, but my name is Slade Cutsinger. I’m a retired Navy SEAL and I’m here to keep you safe.”

“Uh huh,” Dakota murmured, only partly listening. She found the handle, finally, and pulled, planning on getting the hell away from the huge man currently glaring at her.

“I talked to your dad the other day. I saw the postcards. It’s how I found you.”

Dakota froze with one foot on the hard dirt outside her vehicle and spun back around to face Slade. “He has nothing to do with this. Leave him alone,” she whispered shakily.

“I know he doesn’t,” Slade reassured her. “The postcards were a good idea, by the way. Your dad was sure you were doing okay, as was your intention. Unfortunately, a few people you gave them to got lazy and instead of waiting until they got home, mailed them from Vegas.”

“Darn,” Dakota said. She figured she might as well listen to what Slade had to say. Since he knew about the postcards, he most likely had seen her dad. She might be stupid, but she wasn’t getting scary vibes from Slade, so hopefully her dad was in his house secure in the knowledge his daughter was okay… even if she was on the run from a terrorist.

“I know all about the bombing in the airport, Dakota,” Slade said softly, bringing her out of her musings.

Dakota’s stomach cramped. He’d used her real name.

Of course he had. If he’d seen her dad, he had to know who she really was.

“I know you were the only survivor. I know that you saw Aziz Fourati, and I also know that you’re the only one in the world right now who can identify him. He also knows this, and not only wants to make sure you keep that information to yourself, but wants you for his own. To be his wife.”

Dakota shut her car door and shivered. Damn, it was cold. She tried to clear her foggy morning brain. She never functioned well before she’d had a cup of coffee. “His name is Aziz?”

She’d surprised him. Slade’s eyebrows went up and he tilted his head as he asked, “You didn’t know his name?”

“No. He never said it. What’s his last name again?” She was trying really hard not to freak out. Oh, she was leaving today for sure, but she needed to know what Slade knew before she bolted. Information was power.


“That sounds foreign,” Dakota observed, proud of herself for how calm she sounded.

“It is. Best guess is that he’s Tunisian.”

“Tunisian?” she asked, really confused now.

“Yeah, Tunisian. The country between Algeria and Libya in Northern Africa.”

“I know where Tunisia is,” Dakota answered grumpily. “I just…” She paused for a moment, realizing that she should definitely not be talking to Slade about anything. She didn’t know him. He could be one of Aziz Fourati’s goons. She was happy to have a name for the guy who was making her life a living hell, but she needed to be smart… no matter how much her intuition was screaming that she could trust the man next to her.

Slade leaned over and grabbed something off the floor at his feet. It was a metal travel cup. He offered it to her without a word.

Dakota stared at the cup, then back at him. If he thought she was going to drink something he gave her, he was insane. “No thank you,” she said politely.

“You don’t know what it is,” Slade said evenly.

“I don’t know who you are,” she returned a bit snarkily. “The only reason I’m still sitting in here right now is because it’s cold outside, and there’s nowhere for me to go. I’m sure if you wanted to, you could catch me in two-point-three seconds and slit my throat. Call me a glutton for punishment, but I’d like to get as much information as I can about why my life is in the crapper before I die.”

“You don’t swear.”


“You don’t swear,” he repeated patiently.

Dakota shrugged. “I’m an elementary school principal. Or I was. I can’t exactly go around saying fuck, shit, and damn all the time.”

“True. I like it.”

“I can die happy,” Dakota grumped.

His voice lowered further, if that was even possible, and as much as she hated it, goosebumps broke out on her arms at his tone. “I’m one of the good guys, Dakota,” he told her. “The short story is that the government knows Fourati is behind the airport bombing and they want to make sure he’s punished for what he did. But now he’s gathering soldiers online. Trying to convert them to his cause. He wants to do it again, but on a grander scale this time.”

“I’m aware,” Dakota whispered, and she was. Aziz had bragged about his plans while she and the other hostages had huddled together, scared out of their minds in the airport.

“Then you know how important it is to stop him.”

“I almost died that day.” Dakota told him something he probably already knew.

He confirmed it by saying simply, “I know.”

“You can’t just show up out of the blue, tell me you’ve been looking for me, and expect me to trust you are who you say you are.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not?” Dakota asked, confused.

He continued to hold the cup out to her, but said, “I told you that I’d been to see your dad. I saw the postcards. I am a retired Navy SEAL. I’m not Tunisian and couldn’t pass for an Arabic terrorist on a good day. If I had cell reception, I’d call one of my best friends in the world and let him vouch for me. But that will have to wait until we’re back in civilization. I’m one of the good guys, Dakota. Swear to God.”

“That’s what a terrorist would say,” she informed him, not swayed in the least. “Besides, calling someone in order to vouch for your trustworthiness isn’t going to make me believe them.”

“Take the cup,” Slade ordered gently.

Without thought, Dakota obeyed his urgent words. She reached out and took the stainless-steel travel mug from him. Her fingers brushed his, and she swore she could feel the heat from his fingers shoot up her arm.

But no, it wasn’t his fingers that caused the heat, it was the mug. It was warm. She looked up in question.

“I stopped by the restaurant before coming here and asked Pat to warm up the contents for me.” He looked sheepish for a moment before saying, “I’m sure it doesn’t taste the best after two days, but your dad told me what you liked. He said you’d know I was telling the truth about talking to him if I brought this.”

Dakota slowly and carefully turned the plastic lid— and immediately the smell of peppermint wafted up to her nose. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and brought the mug closer to her face. She inhaled the delicious scent of her absolute favorite coffee in the world, and thought about all the times she and her dad had shared a cup of coffee like this while sitting in his small living room. She fought the tears that sprang to her eyes.

“And this,” Slade said softly, interrupting the memory.

Dakota opened her eyes and saw he was holding out a small white paper bag. She knew what was inside without having to look.

“A maple-iced donut,” she said.

“That’s right. Although I’m afraid it’s probably a bit worse for wear after being in my saddlebag on the back of my bike.”

Dakota reached out and snagged the bag from his fingertips, being careful not to touch him this time, and peered inside. Sure enough, the donut was mushed on one side and the maple icing was mostly stuck to the bag rather than on the pastry itself, but again, the memories that assailed her were almost overwhelming.

“You really did go see my dad.”

“I did.”

“And you swear you didn’t hurt him?”

Slade made a weird sound and Dakota’s gaze went to his. He looked pissed now. “No, I didn’t hurt him,” Slade growled. “I’m exactly who I’ve told you I am.”
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In spite of all that Slade still had a ways go to gain her trust.

From here it is attraction, action and so much more. I love Dakota’s strength and persistence brought forth even more by her friendship with Caroline.

Don’t miss this book, it’s a new favorite. I can’t wait to read what the other authors contribute.

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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OMG It’s Here! A Man Called Wyatt – Fevered Hearts Book 8 by Heather Long

A Man Called Wyatt
Fevered Hearts Book 8
Heather Long



Meet Wyatt. The mysterious brother, the shadowed man, where he rides death follows. He’s always been the hunter…never the hunted.

The past…

The first war ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Wyatt, the most feared and ruthless Fevered fell. His allies scattered to the wind in a single evening of destruction and retribution. Victory, had been within Adam’s grasp, but one Shaman interfered and crippled him.

The present…

Nearly five decades have passed since that bloody night, but the feud between brothers–long at an impasse–is about to explode. Though the Fevered have grown in numbers, the war itself is far more perilous because everyone has something to lose and the voice of reason will no longer hold death at bay.

The future…

The Fevered have continued to evolve and more powerful are awaking every day. When death rides, his brother will rush to meet him and only one woman will have the power to step into the breach–it is the end of an era and it could be the end of the Fevered.


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Thank you Heather for the privilege of an ARC for this fabulous tale.

If you’ve read this series you already know Wyatt is a complicated man. This book reveals everything about him and how he came to be the way he is. Now he has to fulfill his destiny and dispose of his brother while trying to keep everyone he cares about safe.

Then we have Quinn the bounty hunter. She, yes she, has helped keep the McKenna witches alive and out of the clutches of MacPherson. However, since they are now under the protection of the Kane and Morningstar families, she will have to prove she is trustworthy. There’s not a lot of trust from the fevered and their families with someone they believe to be a hunter and assassin.

This is a favorite scene when Quinn and Wyatt clash for the first time.

“I don’t see anything.” The hiss of Julianna’s whisper floated through air. Her horse stomped its foot and the jingle of a bridle overlaid the sound. Closing them out of her mind, Quinn tuned her senses to the world around her. The cold wind blowing from the north, the hint of wood smoke kissing the moisture on the breeze, and the faint dustiness of the land, leached of water and life as it began to settle into winter slumber. They hadn’t had snow this far south, yet. It was only a matter of time. The harsh winter conditions farther north would aid her in making Julianna disappear again, dissuade those who tracked them…

…a rock crunched. Booted steps approached. The shadow coalesced into a single figure moving toward her with absolute purpose. Snapping her rifle up, she sighted on the hell coming for them. Another twenty feet and he’d be in range. Her finger hovered a whisper away from the trigger. Exhaling in between her heartbeats, she slowed her pulse and released her tension.

Ten feet.


Her heart thudded.


The world narrowed.


She brushed her forefinger to the trigger. Locked on the center of the mass, she would fire two shots. Then switch to the pistol.

One foot.

The rifle jerked from her hand, the leather strap around her arm hauling her forward a dozen feet before it snapped. Power lashed at her, hooking around her arms and legs to slam her into the earth. Not fighting the pull, she let the power drag her across the land and lifted her head to avoid the rocks. Tasting the flavor of it, she let the black maw within her open as she arrived at the shadow. Consuming the power lashing her, it flowed into her like a deadly stream shattering its dam.

The brunt stunned her, but she lifted her legs as she came to a halt and slammed them forward into the man waiting for her. The concussive force thrust him backward. His grunt satisfied her and then power washed over her again, ready for it this time, she fed it to the maw and let it flow into her. The charge reverberated through her system and she struck forward, slamming her fist into his jaw.

The blow took his hat off and the setting sun cast a burnt orange light against his skin, then illuminated his eyes. One blue. One green. All impossible.

MacPherson could not be in Dorado.

Powerful arms seized her and she slammed her elbow down onto the soft place where his forearm joined his biceps. Twisting, she cut her leg between his intending to throw him. Instead, he blocked her leg, then she found herself flying through the air. With more luck than finesse, she slammed into the dirt on her shoulder and rolled until she was on her feet again. Her hat flew off and she pivoted to find the shadow man advancing on her.

Their positions reversed, the sun was behind him. Another blast of power vised around her, then sank inside as the maw absorbed it.

“They want you alive.” The words came out like rocks ground together, hard and unyielding. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

Since when had MacPherson ever cared what anyone else wanted? Damn near drunk from feasting on his power, Quinn allowed herself a small smile. “Can’t say I’m going to do the same for you.”

Her rifle lay on the land between them. It would be a mistake to go for it. Though she devoured the power he tried to contain her with, he didn’t waver on his feet. Impossibility layered upon impossibility.


“Save it.” She cut him off with a slice of her hand through the air. Freeing the blade from her forearm sheath, she drew out the four-inch long knife. It wasn’t a sword, but it would do. “You and I go too far back to play this game. You can’t take me down with your power, and you know it. Where are your lapdogs?” He never went anywhere without his little collective. He gathered Fevered to him, persuading them to work for him and follow him blindly.

She should have killed the Kanes when she had the chance. It never occurred to her they’d already fallen into the abyss of his service.

“I don’t have any.” He came toward her again. “Put away the knife before I take it from you.”

She’d always been tall, as tall as most men, and it helped her to pass as one of them. MacPherson edged her in height, but today he seemed to tower over her. A trick of the light, and she did her best to ignore it. “You shouldn’t have come for them personally. Without your army, you’re one man and I can kill one man.”

Instead of responding to her taunt, he merely sighed. At his lunge, she struck but even though her blade bit into the flesh of his shoulder, he didn’t slow. His power flooded her and she consumed it but like the barren earth pounded by too much rain it seemed to overflow and spill around her. Then he had her shirt and his fist drew back.

Yanking her head to the side, she narrowly avoided the punch to the face. Instead his fist slammed into her shoulder. The impact rattled her bones, pain flared along her side. Twisting the knife, she dug it deeper into his flesh. If she had to eviscerate him, then she would. He grasped her wrist and the harder she tried to gouge him the more he resisted.

“Woman.” Death licked the pair of syllables, but she refused and used the stolen power to amplify. The blade turned in his flesh, yet all it seemed to accomplish was piss him off. “Dammit.” Then he wrenched her wrist and the bones snapped. Pain flared along her arm, shattering her concentration. He flung her backward and she bruised her hip in the landing.

The wind redoubled, and dark clouds began to pour in. Where they collided lightning bounced then sliced toward the earth. “No Julianna,” she hissed between clenched teeth and fought her way to her feet. The witch had given up her cloak and though her horse bucked against approaching MacPherson, she prepared a fatal spell. The incantation poured from her and her eyes glowed.

Turning toward the new threat, the man raised his hand. Not giving him a chance to lash out with his seemingly unstoppable well of power, Quinn lunged at him. She’d never taken killing lightly and consuming a Fevered’s full ability could leave her humming for weeks, but she had to risk it.

Julianna was too important.

Landing on the big man’s back, she staggered him with her weight and he went to one knee. Then she ended up flat on her back staring up at him. He had a knife to her throat and she had one to his groin. Fury kindled within her. “You might survive the blood loss, but you won’t be intact when you do.”

“Who the hell are you?” His hard as nails voice berated her. Lightning struck the ground next to him, but he didn’t flinch. “Witch, swallow that next spell or I will kill her and the Kanes can deal with disappointment.”

Ozone scorched the air and the press of cold steel rested against her flesh. Quinn didn’t let go of the knife at his groin. He may have broken her dominant left hand, but she could still wound him so deeply no endless lives would repair.

Julianna’s chanting stopped. “Release her and I’ll go with you.”

“I don’t want you.” The response startled Quinn.

“You don’t?” Her question echoed Julianna’s.

Her captor glared down at her. “No. I don’t—you however—you’re a different problem.”

Shock disrupted her focus, and he took advantage of the moment to shift the blade from her throat before slamming the pommel against her head. Pain sundered her skull, rending her next thoughts and blackness curtained her.
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From here the story just gets more enthralling. I equate reading this to peeling an onion as layer upon layer of Wyatt’s story unfolds.

Captivating and full of revelations, insights and action. Do not miss this book!

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USA Today 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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The Incident Under the Overpass – The Traiteur Trilogy Book 1 By Anne McClane

The Incident Under the Overpass
The Traiteur Trilogy Book 1
Anne McClane


It’s been fifteen months since Lacey Becnel’s unfaithful husband suddenly passed away, leaving her to sort her feelings of anger, love, and loss. Her dead-end job, once a life raft but now just endless days of boredom, leave her wondering where exactly her place in life should be.

But when she awakens under an overpass near her home, next to Nathan—a man she met just hours before in the streets of New Orleans—she begins a journey of discovery that some might call supernatural. In the days that follow, Lacey and Nathan try to sort out the events of the evening, and it becomes clear that he might be the target of a murder plot, and she—somehow—might have the power to heal.

Lacey uncovers a link both powerful and deep, a connection to her dead husband’s family and the traiteur tradition, a centuries-old faith healing practice. As she becomes more embroiled in Nathan’s danger, the more confused she becomes about her feelings for him. Will she ever fully understand her abilities, or will the danger surrounding Nathan bring things to an abrupt end?


There is definitely a lot going on in this book. We meet a lot of characters and I do mean characters. All of which play an important role in the plot.

While Lacey is dealing with a boring job, her late husband’s infidelity and attempting to move on with her life something happens to change her.

A favorite scene, is as she leaves her car to join her best friend for a night out. I can see this happening to me, minus the hot guy rescuer.

She got out, pushed a button on her key to lock the car, and then turned around at the same time she was attempting to stuff the key in her pocket. She looked up at the gloaming sky— the faint outline of the new moon had appeared— and missed her pocket. The key dropped to the ground and skipped about a foot, just enough to land behind her in a ditch. Not just a ditch, but a gaping maw marked off with barricades and a few cones. Construction work on that part of Harrison Avenue was a constant.

“Well, shit,” Lacey said to no one in particular as she turned on her precarious heels to see where the key had landed. Fortunately, the pit was bone dry. It had been an unusually parched June so far. Lacey figured she could reach down and grab the key without getting too much of her new outfit dirty. She stepped with her right foot into an innocent-looking part of the crevasse, bent over, and picked up the key. Pleased with the relative ease of the operation, she stood upright and found herself stuck. Her wedge heel must have caught on something.

“Well, shit again,” she said as she strained to see if she could free her foot. She thought of bending down again and unfastening the strap on her shoe, but she began to question her every move. Suddenly the barricade she had previously ignored seemed to heckle her. She was feeling mightily self-conscious as she looked down at her foot, and looked across the street at Patton’s to see if anyone was watching. Preoccupied, she was startled when she heard a voice behind her.

“You look like you could use a hand.”

She whipped her head around and saw a man, alone, at the driver’s side of the car next to hers. He was a little older— maybe ten years older than herself— and looked very sharp, in a summer-casual kind of way. Linen jacket and jeans, like he was dressed for an elegant dinner with elegant friends.

Feeling even more self-conscious than before in her trendy jeans and T-shirt and ridiculous predicament, Lacey didn’t answer at first and just stared. The man removed his hand from his car door and walked toward her, a reassuring smile on his face.

“They always say the potholes in New Orleans are bad enough to swallow a person, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen it actually happen,” he said.

Lacey finally spoke. “Oh, I dropped my key, and now I’m stuck. I feel really stupid. You don’t have to help me.”

“Well, what kind of douchebag would I be if I came over here to help and then didn’t?” He bent his head to look at her foot and gave her a surreptitious once-over as he did.

“This is easy,” he said. “You just need some leverage.” He straightened up and looked her in the eye. “Did you get your key?”

“Yes,” she said as she held out her hand, showing it to him like a child might. “Let me put it away.” She looked down and stuffed the key in her pocket. She averted her gaze for a moment and tried to compose herself. She was afraid she was gawking. The combination of his charm and directness and easy valor was working a number on her.

When she finally looked up, he was smiling broadly at her. She blushed.

“Okay, now turn directly toward me,” he said.

He watched her feet. “Straighten out your left foot. Good. Give me your hands.”

Lacey caught her breath and looked reluctant.

The man laughed. “I promise I won’t bite. And this will get you out of there. Give me your hands.”

She hesitantly held her arms out. The man grabbed her by both forearms, lifting the ring finger on his left hand slightly. As soon as he had a hold, he tugged, and almost immediately Lacey felt her right foot purchase some air. She pulled it out of the ditch and lost her balance, falling right into him as she did.

They both laughed as it happened, and as he released his grip she steadied herself against him, her hands falling to his sides. His waist was rock hard to the touch, no love handles. Lacey quickly removed her hands and righted herself. Even standing straight, she only came up to his chin.

“I’m sorry, I should have given you some warning,” he said to her.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing, for being so stupid,” Lacey said, swiping her hand at the dirt on the right leg of her jeans.

Still standing where she had fallen into him, not looking like he was in any great rush, he held out his hand.

“I’m Nathan, by the way.”

Lacey, most of the time, liked her name. It was unique, and feminine, and had paired well with both her maiden and married names. But there were times when she wished it carried a little more weight, had more of a ring of authority to it, like “Margaret” or “Samantha.”

She sighed and took his hand and said nearly under her breath, “Lacey. And thank you, by the way.”

He smiled. “Lacey,” he repeated, drawing out the two syllables. He held on to her hand for an extra millisecond. “No thanks necessary. Glad I was able to help.” He seemed at a loss for any more words.

“Me too,” she said with a little smile. Lacey was also reluctant to end the exchange. Her sense of embarrassment eventually overpowered that feeling.
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It is when Nathan finds himself in a world of trouble that Lacey discovers the changes in herself.

This book is full of suspense and discoveries making me want the next one as soon as it is released.

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Anne McClane is a New Orleans native who spent sixteen years out west before finding her way home to embrace the mysteries of the Mississippi River Delta. She has many years experience in publicity, public relations, and marketing, which has provided a fine primer for writing about the speculative, abnormal, and outrageous.


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Brotherhood Protectors: Protecting Kiera – SEAL of Protection Book 10 by Susan Stoker

Brotherhood Protectors: Protecting Kiera
SEAL of Protection Book 10
A Kindle World Novella
Susan Stoker


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Cooper Nelson’s SEAL career was cut drastically short when an explosion left him almost completely deaf. With so much of his pride and self-worth tied to the profession he loved above all else, Coop struggles in his nearly silent new world, his future seemingly bleak…until Commander Hurt badgers him into volunteering at the Riverton School for the Deaf. There, he meets teacher Kiera Hamilton, who opens his eyes—and his heart—to a love more fulfilling than any job could be.

Ten years his senior, Kiera can’t believe Coop would ever be interested in anything long term, but he patiently proves her wrong. And she’s not the only one enamored with the sexy former-SEAL—her impressionable first-grade students are enthralled with the man, especially Frankie. The troubled young boy flourishes with each of Cooper’s visits, which only makes Kiera fall harder.

As he learns ASL, connects with the students, and gets closer to Kiera, Coop’s happier than he’s ever been…until an attempted abduction at the school threatens to take away everything that makes his new life worth living.

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Cooper like all the SEALs has been devoted to protecting his country. Forced to retire when an explosion takes out his hearing he is struggling. At first he isn’t happy to volunteer at the School for the Deaf, but that quickly changes. He meets Kiera a first grade teacher, and his interest is peaked in a romantic way.

This is one of my favorite scenes when Cooper visits Kiera’s classroom for the first time.

Just when Kiera was about to tell the children to get back to work, a little boy sitting in the back of the classroom slowly raised his hand. She hid her surprise. Frankie was small for his age and wasn’t making much progress. He was very reluctant to sign and hadn’t made any friends in the class since he’d been there. He frequently resorted to pushing the kids in his class when he couldn’t understand them or when he wanted his way.

Kiera knew his attitude was a result of his tumultuous home life and starting in a new school and her heart hurt for him. Frankie’s father was excited about the chance for his son to be in the special school. They’d moved down to Riverton from Los Angeles for a fresh start after a contentious divorce. His ex-wife was a drug addict who was deemed unfit to have custody of their son. Until recently, she’d been allowed to have supervised visitations with Frankie, but after slipping away from the court-ordered supervisor and taking Frankie to the mall to a drug drop, she’d had all parental rights stripped from her.

Kiera understood that the little boy was probably having issues dealing with all the upheaval in his life, but it had been two months since he’d started school and he wasn’t getting any better. The fact that he’d engaged enough to raise his hand and ask a question was almost a miracle at this point.

She pointed at the skinny boy and signed, “Yes, Frankie?”

He mostly used the alphabet to spell out his question, but it was understandable, if not painful to wait for him to get through.

Kiera swallowed and flicked her eyes to Cooper before repeating the question for the rest of the class. “Frankie asked what his tough military friends thought of Cooper using his hands to speak in such a sissy way.”

A few of the kids gasped and whipped their heads around to gaze at Frankie with wide eyes. Kiera hadn’t realized that was what Frankie thought of sign language. It was as heartbreaking as it was shocking.

Bless Cooper, he didn’t even blink at the question. He got up and went over to where Frankie was sitting. When he got there, he sat on his butt and awkwardly crossed his legs. Then he proceeded to blow Kiera’s mind.

He used mostly finger spelling, as Frankie had, and not once did he look to Kiera for a sign. “My friends are jealous that I have my own secret language. Believe it or not, Frankie, my team had our own hand signals for stuff. This,” he made a movement with his hands that Kiera didn’t recognize, “meant danger. And this,” he did it again, making another sign that clearly wasn’t American Sign Language, “meant bad guy ahead. I don’t know who told you that sign language was sissy, but it absolutely isn’t. It’s cool. The coolest thing I’ve ever tried to learn. I can talk to you, your classmates, or Ms. Hamilton, and people who aren’t deaf can’t understand me. It’s like being an undercover spy right under people’s noses. I love knowing a secret language, even if I’m not very good at it yet.”

If Kiera hadn’t been watching Frankie carefully, she would’ve missed it, but his eyes got big and she could literally see the knowledge that a big, strong man like Cooper thought sign language was cool sinking into his psyche.

She’d tried for months to get Frankie to show an ounce of interest in anything she did or said, to no avail. But with one painstakingly finger-spelled answer, Cooper had somehow bonded with the young boy in a way she’d rarely seen before.
Swallowing hard so she wouldn’t burst into tears, Kiera waved her hand in the air to get the children’s attention. She sighed, “Now that we have all met Cooper, time to get back to your lessons.”

The kids all nodded and shuffled back to various places around the room with their tablets. There were beanbags strewn around the classroom, as well as small couches, and big fluffy rugs… more than enough choices for the children to settle in comfortably somewhere.

She looked over at Frankie and Cooper and caught the tail end of Cooper’s question to the little boy. “…me sit with you while you read?”

Frankie nodded his head and Kiera watched in awe as Cooper and her troublemaker student shifted so they were sitting facing each other, knees touching, with the tablet off to their right. Frankie reached out and turned it on, activating the story he’d been reading before the interruption.
Stoker, Susan. Brotherhood Protectors: Protecting Kiera (Kindle Worlds Novella) (SEAL of Protection Book 10) (Kindle Locations 485-521). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

While Kiera had struggled not to cry I didn’t have the same luck. Get your tissues you’re going to need them. Now none of these SEALS have had an easy time with love and Coop’s no different. Hold onto your kindle and get swept away into this story.

Once again Susan has hit on problems in today’s world and done it with finesse and tact.

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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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My Review of Grizzly Beginning – Arcadian Bears Book 2 by Becca Jameson


Grizzly Beginning
Arcadian Bears Book 2
Becca Jameson


Nuria Orson has waited fifteen years to return to her hometown of Silvertip, Alberta, the place where she was molested at age fifteen by her boyfriend’s older brother. If she had her way, she would never return, but she needs to sell her childhood home so she can move on with her life. Her plan is to slip into town, sell the house, and relocate as far away as possible before anyone finds out. Not an easy task for a grizzly shifter easily scented by anyone who wanders close enough.

Austin Tarben has spent half his life silently pining for the girl he was certain was his mate before she left town with her parents in the middle of the night fifteen years ago. Believing she willingly dumped him for his brother before she disappeared, he has longed for answers for all these years.

When Austin learns his childhood sweetheart is in town, he forces himself to confront her if for no other reason than peace of mind. But Nuria doesn’t welcome him with open arms. In fact, she’s furious. As the true story of what happened in high school unfolds, the two mates must decide if they can put the past behind them and forge a future together.

But Austin isn’t the only shifter in town shocked by Nuria’s arrival. It would seem she has a pile of enemies. Before Austin and Nuria can possibly reconcile, they need to figure out who wants her dead and why.

There are some misunderstandings even mates can’t overcome, and it’s difficult to be certain the act of binding together for the rest of their lives will create a bond strong enough to heal the hurt.

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I am really loving this series. These bears are devoted and protective of what’s theirs. In this one Austin wants answers from Nuria and when he gets them he isn’t sure she can ever forgive him. She is still unbound after fifteen years and she is still his mate. This is a favorite scene when she reveals the reason her parents spirited her away all those years ago.

“You pulled away from me. For weeks, maybe months, you pulled away. We used to spend every afternoon together doing homework, eating snacks, laughing, watching stupid reruns on TV…” The flood of memories ate a hole in him.She wrapped her arms around herself as if chilled.

“And then you stopped coming around as often. I still saw you at school. We hung a few times, but something had changed. I didn’t know what. Rumor had it you were seeing someone else. Rumor had it you were seeing Antoine. And then I saw you in the barn that day.”

She flinched.

He swallowed, the memory bringing bile to his mouth as it always did. His voice was lower when he continued. “My life ended that moment. I never recovered. Why? Were you seeing him behind my back?”

She tucked her lips into her mouth, not meeting his gaze. Her gorgeous curls fell around her face like a curtain. Her hair was thicker and longer than he remembered. Something else was different about it too…

It wasn’t pulled back. When they were younger, she hated it getting in her eyes. She spent so much time brushing the wispy loose curls away from her forehead or cheeks that she made him laugh. Now it was down. Shrouding her. Covering her face. Was she hiding? From the world?

“Make me understand,” he begged.

“It’s too late, Austin. There’s nothing to say. You made your judgment about me. You can’t take it back.”

He furrowed his brow. “I made a judgment? How do you figure?” He leaned forward, set his hands on both sides of her thighs, and crowded her personal space. “Tell me, Nuria. Make me understand why my girlfriend, my mate, the woman I intended to spend my life with, was in the barn of my parents’ home fucking my brother?”

His voice rose higher. “Why did I have to see that? Tell me?” he insisted.

Suddenly, she snapped. Her head jerked up, and fury filled her eyes. “You think you’re so smart? If you were so sure we were meant to bind to each other, then why the hell did you believe I would fuck your damn brother so easily?”

He flinched. “You telling me you didn’t?”

She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. “That’s what I’m telling you, you dick. Not only did I manage to get away, but now I’m finding out my own boyfriend saw his smarmy brother trying to rape me, and instead of helping, he fucking left me there to fend for myself.” She screamed those last words, spit hitting him in the face.

He felt like he’d been slapped. No. Much worse.

She shoved away from him in his stupor and scrambled to stand behind him. Tears streamed down her face. “I wish you hadn’t come here at all. I never would have known what a fucking jackass you were.” Her voice rose higher in pitch. “You fucking left me there in that barn? With your disgusting brother pawing at me? Tearing at my clothes?”

He spun around to face her.

“I fought with all my might to keep him from pulling off my jeans. Do you know how much bigger he is? I had to jerk my face back and forth to keep him from biting my neck and fucking binding me to him. I was fifteen years old, Austin. Fifteen.”
Austin lowered his ass to his heels, unable to hold himself up. He set his hands on his thighs.

“The only thing that saved me from a fate worse than hell that day was a cat that jumped down from the rafters and scared your brother for enough seconds for me to wiggle out from under him and run from the barn. I ran hard and fast in human form until I got to the tree line, and then I shifted and ran faster in bear form.”

Austin felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

She was shaking. Tears fell freely down her face. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. “And my boyfriend, the person I trusted most in the world, saw that? You left me there?” She sobbed, and then she spun around and ran from the room.

He listened as she stormed out of the house, the back door slamming. And then she was gone.

He had no doubt she’d shifted and headed into the woods. He couldn’t blame her. He was indeed the biggest dick alive.
Jameson, Becca. Grizzly Beginning (Arcadian Bears Book 2) (Kindle Locations 183-215). Hartwood Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Not only does Austin have to win back his mate, but now someone is trying to kill her. Suspenseful and sizzling I couldn’t put this book down.

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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The Cowboy’s Socialite by Carmen Falcone

The Cowboy’s Socialite
Carmen Falcone


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Winning the bet should be easy. Keeping their hands off each other is a lot harder…

After losing everything, socialite Lola St. James moves to Texas to convert her only possession, Red Oak Ranch, into a luxury bed and breakfast. After all it can’t be that hard to trade in a pair of stilettos for cowboy boots.

Jack Canyon, her estranged husband and co-owner of the ranch, vows to stop her from turning his home into Barbie’s country hotel. He knows her promises are meaningless, and he needs the land’s mineral rights to expand his business. He bets everything she won’t last a week as a cowgirl. She agrees—if he’ll turn over his half of the land. No problem.

Except now they’re forced to live together. New flames reignite until Lola and Jack can’t deny the red hot sexual tension between them. But when old betrayals resurrect, Lola must choose between running away or staying in Jack’s arms…

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What does a guy do when his estranged wife shows up at their ranch intending to make changes? He bets her she can’t pull off her plans and if she loses she leaves. There is another hitch though, no one in town knows they are married. That part of their lives took place in another state, in another time.

Unfortunately for both of them that information will be real quick to leak. Especially since they still have a wild attraction to each other.

Lola is determined to turn the ranch she co-owns with Jack into a bed and breakfast. For once she will see something through and make it a success.

Jack knowing her penchant for not finishing anything she starts allows her to begin transformation of the ranch house.

Although this starts off with both arguments and heat sparking, One of my favorites scene is when the car Lola bought won’t start. Used cars are fun like that and she really doesn’t have the extra money to spend on it.

He left the kitchen, but a few moments later, he realized he wasn’t ready for the sight in front of him. Lola St. James, her delectable ass up in the air as she leaned over the engine.
Libido stirred strong and hard inside him, and he had to evoke all kinds of cockblocking images to wipe the very real one just before his eyes. Time to think about Dad, politicians and buckets of icy water. Anything to yank the blood pounding thoughts invading his brain, and corrupting his soul. But no descriptions surpassed the cold truth, no matter how much he’d tried to fool himself. We aren’t done. Not yet.

Straightening his nearly sagging shoulders, like he’d just been punched in the gut, he crunched the dry leaves under his boots, and walked over to her.

Perhaps sensing his nearness, she arched back, easing the kinks out of her back.

A hot pink shirt outlined her voluptuous breasts and indented the sensual curve of her stomach; the same shorts he’d seen her wearing on the horseback ride showcased her sinful long legs. The thread of sweat on her face and glistening between her breasts assured him she’d been under the sun for a while.

He cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”

She jammed both hands in her pockets, a pang of frustration in her eyes. “Trying to get this sucker to work.”

He gave a sideways glance to the bare engine. “What’s the problem?” “It won’t start. I popped the hood and hoped to see some smoke or something to clue me in as to why this is happening.”

Turning his attention to her, he placed his hand over his eyes to fight the blinding sun. Bad idea. Rays hit her head and shone around, producing a halo effect, outlining the curly ends of her hair—that would look glorious, spread on his pillow. With a shudder, he curled his fists into balls. “And what would you do if it smoked?”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Besides praying my skin wouldn’t get oily? I hoped to find an open lid I could close. It seems easy enough in the movies.”

Smothering a chuckle, he leaned onto the engine. After a quick survey, he shook his hands. “You need a new alternator. It won’t start like this.”

She slapped her forehead and sighed. “Of course.”

He closed the hood and tapped the metal. “I can ask Earl to sort this out, but it’ll take at least a few hours to get it done,” he said, describing the best case scenario. Earl would have to stop his work and go into town to buy a new alternator and hire a mechanic to change it.

“How much will it cost?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“No. No. I’ll do it.” She stepped closer to him, and her face sobered. “Not right away, obviously, because I’m broke, but can I pay you back in the future?”

“It’s nothing.” She touched his wrist, demanding his full attention. Heat coiled in his stomach. “Please?”

“Okay.” He choked out the word, and took a step back, taking his tingling wrist away from her.

What to say next? He wouldn’t, couldn’t let her see his control slipped from him. “But weren’t you supposed to go see your dad’s cousin today?”

She shuffled her weight from foot to foot, and lifted her hand over her eyes to look at him. “That’s where I was going.”

“I’ll take you,” he said, and when he heard himself, the spontaneous offer echoed in his ears. He stretched to his full height. She couldn’t drive that piece of junk, and if she found a ride to get there and then needed to return at the end of the day… who would she call? Him. So. He might as well bite the bullet. That’s all this was—a way to avoid more inconvenience later on.

Lola settled for a closed lip smiling, her shift changing from one leg to another. “Your driving me is too much. I’ve been trying to do things on my own.”

“You have, Lola. I’ll just be doing this as… a friend. Maybe you shouldn’t be alone.”

“Thanks, Jack.” The sweetness in her voice, lacking any sexual connotation, cut into his heart.

Friends helped each other. However, how could he be her friend when dirty images and thoughts filled his mind at every turn? The words pounded in his ears, in staccato.

Not. Done. With. Her.

Carmen Falcone. The Cowboy’s Socialite (Kindle Location 1136-1172). Kindle Edition.

With much quarreling and off the charts sex these two just can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. But there is of course a few wrenches thrown into the mix as Lola tries to find her birth parents. Nothing like some added angst when you’re starting a business.

A fun read with lots of twists and turns in the relationship.

5 Contented Purrs for Carmen!

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carmen-falcone  Carmen Falcone

Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beat doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband–living proof that opposites attract.

She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.

She loves to procrastinate, so please indulge her and drop her a line. For more info, visit her website.

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Jungle Inferno – The Phoenix Agency Book 1 by Desiree Holt


Jungle Inferno
Phoenix Agency Book 1
Desiree Holt


For Faith and Mark, the telepathic connection they’d shared for years was nothing compared to the scorching physical connection they realized as adults. From the first moment they came together, their relationship made the world’s epic tales of love pale in comparison. Together they explored each other’s deepest, darkest desires. But now Mark, a survivor of an ambush to his Delta Force team, is a prisoner of a terrorist group in the Peruvian jungle, and his telepathic communication with Faith is his only contact with the world. While she searches for help to save him, they survive on dreams of one another that defy boundaries. In the Phoenix Agency—a top notch security agency run by five men who served their country and rose from the ashes of war to serve again—Faith sees the strength and support she needs to rescue Mark. But will she be able to persuade the men of Phoenix to undertake a treacherous mission and bring Mark back to her arms?


A re-release, this book has been revised and re-edited. I have read both versions and this one far surpasses the previous. The sizzling starts at the very beginning but quickly you will understand that it is a coping mechanism for Mark as he holds on to his love for Faith while a prisoner of arms dealers. The telepathic link he has always had with Faith is his only hope of rescue.

Faith on getting his message telepathically has to figure out a way to find where he is and get someone to help her save him. Not easy to do when you really don’t want to reveal your unique connection. With another telepath on his end, Mark has to try to give her hints without giving away her identity. He calls her Tidbit, his nickname for her since school.

As Faith begins pulling strings to find him, the other side is trying to find not only her but another survivor of the ambush and eliminate them. 

With her assistant Tess researching Spec Ops for what she believes is part of Faith’s next book, Faith finally gets a lead. Joey Latrobe is in the hospital, he was part of Mark’s team and he has a brother Eric. With the aid her computer wiz friend Andy she gets a number to contact Eric and starts leaving messages for him.

Annoyed yet curious Eric ‘Rick’ Latrobe, decides it’s time to make contact with this author. With his brother safely out of harms way, he and his Phoenix team need to determine which side Faith is on as they try to find Joey’s Captain, Mark Halloran.

This is a favorite scene with Faith anxiously awaiting Rick’s arrival.

Faith was awake at five o’clock, too restless to sleep. She dressed hastily in slacks and a silk shirt, pulling her hair back into a clip at the nape of her neck, but didn’t bother with makeup. She’d been too nervous to bother with it. Anyway, it wasn’t as if she were going on a date.

She made coffee, a rarity for her, then paced while she drank most of the pot, giving herself a caffeine high that she didn’t need. She tried reading through Tess’s notes again, but her mind refused to settle down. She couldn’t seem to find enough to occupy herself. Time seemed to have weights on its feet, dragging so slowly it felt as if days passed rather than minutes.

Tess finally dumped the dregs in the coffee pot and brewed some chai tea for both of them, forcing Faith to sit at the table and drink it.

“You’re driving me nuts,” Tess told her. “I think you’ve already worn a groove in the floor. What time do you think he’ll get here?”

“I don’t know. He said early. What’s early?”

“Well, it’s eight o’clock right now. To some people that’s early. To others, it’s late.”

Faith shuffled the papers in front of her, pretending to study them again. “I just hope he gets here soon.”

Tess moved to the living room window, watching the street through the slatted blinds. “Do any of your neighbors own a black Lincoln?” she called out.

“A couple of them.” Faith came in from the kitchen where she was getting coffee ready to brew. “Why?”

“I swear this is the second time I’ve seen this one roll past the house.” Faith shrugged. “I’ve got at least two neighbors who parade them around like icons of affluence. You probably saw both of them leave.”

“Maybe. I guess after last night everything’s making me nervous.”

Faith flipped the switch to the coffeemaker. “I’ll check it out. I’m going to get the newspaper.”

“Are you crazy?” Tess grabbed her arm. “People threaten your life and you go around like everything’s normal?”

Faith gave a nervous laugh. “Not exactly. But what’s going to happen to me on my own street? The paper’s just at the edge of the driveway.”

She shrugged off Tess’s hand, unlocked the front door, and hurried down the pavement. A black town car sitting in front of the house four doors down, engine idling, registered peripherally in her vision. The Thompsons. Obviously. Harry Thompson was probably cursing as he waited impatiently for his wife, the habitually tardy Gail.

As she reached the end of the driveway the car began moving down the street. She shaded her eyes, waiting, planning to wave at them. And then it all happened before she could blink. The town car picked up speed and seemed to be heading right for her. At that exact moment a black SUV pulled up to the curb, and a man leaped from it as it rocked from the fast stop. The car was scant feet away from her and coming faster, and she couldn’t seem to make her feet move.

Then strong arms wrapped around her and carried her to the lawn as the car whizzed by, so close it almost brushed her legs. Her face hit the turf, and the breath was squeezed from her lungs by the heavy body on top of her. Seconds ticked by while she struggled to breathe, unable to make her body, her mouth, or her brain work.

Finally the pressure was gone, and big hands reached down to help her to her feet.

“What the hell are you doing out of the house?” She looked up. And up. And up even more. Mark was well over six feet but this man topped even him. At the moment he wore an expression of mingled anger and disgust on his face. His blue eyes looked like twin torches.

“I-I was getting the newspaper.” She was shaking so badly she wasn’t sure she could stand upright.

“Get the hell into the house before they decide to come back.”

Gripping her arm with fingers like steel, he frog-marched her into the house and practically threw her inside, where Tess stood waiting in the hallway.

“Don’t move.” He jogged to the SUV and dragged the keys from the ignition.

Tess was standing with her arms around Faith when Rick strode back inside seconds later, slamming the door and locking it.

“Faith, my God.” She brushed Faith’s hair back from her forehead. “Did that car almost run over you?”

Rick glared at Faith, who was trying to gather some semblance of dignity. “Damn straight it did, thanks to your friend’s stupidity.”

Faith couldn’t stop shaking, nor could she get the image of the black car closer than a whisper of breath out of her mind. She had to fight the urge to race to the bathroom and throw up.

“She was just getting the newspaper, for heaven’s sake,” Tess snapped at him.

“After I told her last night to stay in the house with the doors locked.” He glared at Faith. “Did I not? Was I talking to myself?”

“Y-yes.” Faith moved away from Tess, her hands gripped tightly together to still their trembling. “But I just—”

“Someone is obviously trying to kill you, and you have to go out for the newspaper? You got a threat last night, didn’t you? It came up while you were talking to me.”

She nodded. Her brain wouldn’t come unstuck. She was shaking so badly she wasn’t sure if she could stand upright.

“How?” he demanded.

“Ph-phone. And email.”

Tess moved closer to Faith and put an arm around her again. “Can’t you stop shouting at her? She’s obviously in shock.”

“She’s lucky she’s not dead.”

“I assume you’re the mysterious Eric Latrobe?” Faith looked up at the mountain of a man looming over them. “At least I hope that’s who you are.”

“So you don’t let just any stranger in the house?” His voice was edged with sarcasm. “Good for you.”

“O-only men who save my life,” Faith told him. She was getting some control back, her pulse settling down to a manageable beat.

“Smart mouth, too.” He inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly, working to get his temper under control. “All right, Miss Wilding. You’ve been trying your best to get hold of me, so let’s cut out the crap here. What do you want, and why does someone want to kill you? Besides claiming to be an author, just who the hell are you?”

She wet her lips and struggled to keep her voice even. “I’m Tidbit. And I’m trying to get help for Mark.”

Rick stared at her as if she’d just descended from Mars.
Holt, Desiree. Jungle Inferno (The Phoenix Agency Book 1) (Kindle Locations 2282-2330). Kindle Edition.

From here the excitement revs up as the Phoenix team with the aid of Joey and Faith try to beat the clock as Mark’s time begins to run out.

Plenty of extremely hot scenes and hold your breath action. These two definitely deserve their Happily Ever After!

I am about to start the next book in this series. I just can’t get enough of the Phoenix Agency Team.

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  Desiree Holt

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author.

She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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