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

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


To Serve. Protect. And desire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

The dog whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could have shot you” he grumbled.

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

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

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

“I was defending the property.”

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

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

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

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

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

At least he’d pushed his gun into the waist of his jeans, but he stood in a stance that reminded her of a warrior preparing for battle. She guessed they weren’t on the best of terms and, admittedly, she hadn’t been nice to him earlier. Not that she needed to defend herself, but she didn’t trust anyone now.
Carver, Rhonda Lee. Wanted by the Lawman (Lawmen of Wyoming Book 2) (Kindle Locations 691-725). Kindle Edition.

Wynn has some attraction for the handsome cowboy, but she is keeping her secrets close.

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

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

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

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

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

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Texas SEAL – SEALs of Coronado Book 3 By Paige Tyler

Texas SEAL
SEALs of Coronado Book 3
Paige Tyler


She was searching for her brother…

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

And found love along the way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow,” he breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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comes to its epic conclusion when former enemies align, but is it too late to protect everyone they’ve come to love?

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Claiming His Lioness
Shifter Wars Book 4
Kerry Adrienne


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She might even win.

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

No. She shook her head.

Mason was off-limits.

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Repped by Marisa Corvisiero, USA Today Bestselling author Kerry Adrienne writes in many genres including science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, m/m, erotic romance, and more. In her spare time, she homeschools, is a part-time college instructor, editor, and dabbler in most things creative. You can usually find her posting cat pictures on Facebook and Twitter when she’s not working.

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

Blood Vows
The Arsenal Book 3
Cara Carnes


He’s sworn to find his son.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The troubles slamming her off the highway.

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

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


The Arsenal?


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

Break away. Prepare a response.

She snagged the cell and hit the call button.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Answer. Answer. Answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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




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

The backpack.

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

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

She rolled.



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

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

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



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

“Stand down,” the voice growled.

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

So close.

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

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

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

Tension coiled in her muscles.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reviving Dade
Project Deep Book 3
Becca Jameson


Blair has the perfect cushy assignment.

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

In a remote hidden cabin.

With plenty of supplies.

And nothing but time.

But time is Dade’s number one enemy.

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

He’s breaking down her walls.

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

A mole in the government would rather see him dead.

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

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

But now is not the time for romance.

Now is the time to fight for his life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep breaths. This was not good.

This was so, so not good.
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The focus here is supposed to be on a cure for his anemia so he can get the treatment for the virus that infected all the scientists. He buckles down after a confrontation with Blair and starts his own research in earnest. In the process the heat goes up between them driving them crazy.

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

Now to keep Dade safe while the research continues.

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

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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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Mystic Wolves Books 1 – 2: Accidentally Wolf & His Perfect Wolf by Elle Boon

Mystic Wolves
Accidentally Wolf – Book 1
Her Perfect Wolf – Book 2
Elle Boon


Accidentally Wolf…

Zayn finds Cora suffering from mating fever. As he fights the urge to claim her, his wolf wants her for his mate. From the moment Cora lays eyes on Zayn she wanted to climb him like a tree. Niall, the alpha and his brother, tells him to keep his dick and fangs to himself, but within hours he finds it impossible. Cora goes from being human to an Accidental Wolf more than happily, she just hopes she can survive when danger strikes.

His Perfect Wolf…

Niall had given up on finding love, he’d watched his brother Zayn fall for his mate, and decided he needed a mother for his son, and a mate for his own. When he finds Alaina, his wolf stood up and took notice. Alaina woke up with no memory, but the one thing they both knew was they wanted each other. As they explore their attraction, danger follows her to Mystic. Niall will have to battle a pack of shifters bent on taking what was his, and kill the man who claims to be his mate’s father.

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Accidentally Wolf

Cora is a veterinarian and as such she can’t turn away from an animal in need. While out for a run she comes across a wolf pup caught in a trap. After freeing the little guy he bites her while she’s getting him in a position to carry.

Now you know that wasn’t just a wolf bite, the little guy is the Alpha of Mystic River’s son. Cora is in the throws of a fever when Zayn shows up to get his nephew. She confronts him in a towel having just taken a shower and then passes out.

It takes some convincing but she goes with Zayn. This is a favorite scene when she wakes up.

He studied her. Even in sleep she looked serious, a bundle of feisty, indignant, ferocious, takes no shit woman. Zayn raked his hand through his hair, not liking the way he couldn’t stop thinking about Cora. Maybe he should’ve sent her to his brother’s. “I don’t want you,” he muttered, turning on his heel, he retraced his steps. The erection tenting his jeans made the statement a complete lie, one he was glad his brother wasn’t there to witness.

Dinner needed to be cooked, and if nothing else, it would take his mind off the woman lying in his bed. Tonight was Niall’s night at the bar, and his nephew Nolan would be arriving within a couple hours. His unwanted house guest would undoubtedly be hungry too. He defrosted several steaks, prepared a handful of baked potatoes and pulled out the fixings for a salad.

The sound of the shower coming on had his head turning toward the master suite. Several times he was sure he’d heard her breathing change, indicating she’d woken up, but each time he’d checked, she appeared to be asleep. Either she was a really good faker, or she was extremely exhausted. The last time he checked, her fever had gone down. It had only been a few hours since they’d arrived at his home, which meant she’d only been marked a handful of hours. Usually the first bite’s effect lasted for up to forty-eight hours unless the next bite occurred, or the appetite for sex was appeased, or both. But, in the words of his wise brother, he was keeping his fangs and his dick to himself, or he’d have an unwanted, accidental wolf mate.

He could still send her to his brother’s or one of the other pack member’s houses, but he’d be damned before he’d allow another wolf, or man, to touch what was his…or what he was protecting, he silently corrected himself.

Cora walked into his kitchen, shattering his hard won self-control.

Goddess, she was sexy. She obviously had no clue how good she looked in a pair of cut off jean shorts with their frayed ends and ribbed tank top, sans bra. She’d towel dried her hair, but left the wet mass down, the ends still had drops of water he longed to reach out and catch with his finger.

“Um, can I help with anything?” Cora asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Okay then.” She turned to walk out on the patio.

“No, I mean yes. You can make the salad if you want.”

An expression of puzzlement flickered over her beautiful face. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that.”

It took monumental effort for Zayn to move back and make room for Cora to step up to the center island where all the salad fixings were laid. All he wanted to do was walk up and rub against her. Mark her with his scent and then his bite.
Boon, Elle. Mystic Wolves: Accidentally Wolf Book 1 and His Perfect Wolf Book 2 (pp. 29-31). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

This book is hotter than hot, amusing and fun, with some tense moments as well. We meet Kellen (Iron Wolves) in this book, it was interesting seeing him as a secondary character.

Lots of interaction with Niall, the Alpha and Nolan, the pup. However the focus is on Zayn and Cora and their insane attraction to each other.

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His Perfect Wolf

In this book Nolan wants his dad to find a mate so he can be happy like his uncle Zayn. Not an easy fete when none of the wolves around you are the one.

Fate is an interesting beast, Alaina is home for a visit and immediately she is told she is going to be mated within forty-eight hours. Having none of that she sneaks away seeking her mother’s family in Mystic River.

Missing her turn she decides to continue on her path up the mountain to the lodge getting a flat tire. Resigned she sets off on foot through the woods as she scents wolves.

This is a favorite scene as Niall responds to a scream.

When he became aware of three new scents of shifters in his territory from the pack that had sworn to not enter his lands, Niall’s wolf snarled. He’d recognize their smell in a crowd of hundreds after the run in they’d had when Cora had been taken. Had Zayn not already turned her—Niall’s heart ached at the knowledge he’d have lost more than just a sister-in-law. He slowed his pursuit. The female scent of orange blossoms and ginger turned to fear, unmistakable to him. He knew in that moment she wasn’t with the shifters chasing her, and by the tracks in the ground he could see they were most definitely corralling her. His ears didn’t pick up any sounds of a struggle, which caused his stomach to clench.

The female’s scent followed the fey trail and then stopped. He followed the three wolves’ path, taking precious time so he didn’t miss anything. He turned his nose up and howled, a warning should they still be in the area. Niall would remember the smell, and he’d exact punishment for being in his territory. For now, he followed the unmistakable scent of the orange blossom and ginger female, its intriguing smell made the man and wolf want to mate with her.

At the edge of a cliff he thought he’d lost all traces until he smelled blood, the sickening coppery scent was something he’d never forget. Looking down, Niall saw the woman lying in a heap twenty or so feet down at the bottom of the hill. Without wasting time or thought for his own safety, he began the slippery decent.

A few times he almost lost his footing, but in wolf form he was much more agile. By the time he reached the fallen woman, he’d prayed to every deity he could think of, hoping he’d find her alive. He’d shifted back to human before he’d completely hit the bottom. With shaky hands, Niall brushed her long brown hair back from her face. His breath caught in his throat. She was drop-dead gorgeous, even with a few cuts and scratches.

He let his breath out when he felt how warm she was. Her chest rose and fell, but her left arm was held against her, it appeared to be twice the size of the right one.

Niall ran his hands over her legs and sides, checking for other breaks. A moan escaped the woman on the ground. Her eyes fluttered open, a dark brown gaze stared back at him. He could get lost in their amber depths. “Don’t move, babe. I think you’ve got a broken arm and maybe a few other injuries. Can you tell me your name?”

“I…I don’t know?” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes.

“Hey, listen it’s okay.” Niall wiped at a tear on her cheek. “You took a pretty hard knock to the head. My name’s Niall Malik,” he said in a soft voice. “I’ll call my sister-in-law, she’s a doctor, and have her meet us at my place if you think you’re up to the trip on foot. If not, I can call for one of my guys to bring in an ATV, but I think that would be more jarring on you.”

She nodded. “Okay.

Her instant agreement worried him. He didn’t know her, but was pretty sure it wasn’t normal for her to automatically agree.

He placed one arm under her legs, the other behind her back. She kept a death grip on her injured arm, but her pale features worried him the most. He sent a call to his pack, needing his bike picked up and wanting their territory scouted for the intruders. Within seconds, he had several members’ affirmations they were on their way.

“You’re really strong,” the woman in his arms murmured.

She felt right in his arms, her head nuzzling into his neck made his dick stand at attention.

Niall picked up the pace to his home. The last thing she needed was to be mauled by him when she was obviously going into shock and hurting.

The feel of her warm breath fanning over his neck didn’t calm his hormones, nor the feel of her teeth scraping over his shoulder. “Careful, babe. You keep doing that and I’m liable to drop you.” His voice came out much deeper than normal, his wolf coming to the surface.

A single swipe of her tongue, followed by a gentle nip, and then she said, “You’d never hurt us.”
Boon, Elle. Mystic Wolves: Accidentally Wolf Book 1 and His Perfect Wolf Book 2 (pp. 191-194). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

Alaina wakes with no memory but a distinct attraction to Niall. I love the way this relationship blossoms slowly, but with plenty of heat. Of course this path isn’t smooth. Other than the rogues that caused her fall, there’s still her father and the man he wants her to mate.

I loved the way little Nolan shows up and wins her heart even as she has already given it to his father.

Continuing with the next book in this series, I love these shifters!

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Wolf Claim – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3 By Heather Long

Wolf Claim
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Gillian Whitford, darling of Willow Bend, brings out the protective instincts in all the dominants, but none more so than Owen Chase, the pack’s Hunter. A loner by nature and calling, Owen spends less time with his pack mates and more time on the borders of their land. Not even the change in the Alpha and the swearing of a new oath kept him around long.

Winds of change still drift through Willow Bend as they adjust to their new Alpha. When the Hudson River pack requests a fill-in healer to replace their own, Gillian, journeymen apprentice to their Pack healer, is the obvious choice to help. Owen forbids her to accept, but the sweet natured wolf rebukes his selfishness and volunteers anyway.

Risking a challenge, Owen faces off against his Alpha to appeal her decision and finds himself charged with her safety. Now, the loner will be escorting one of his pack’s most precious into foreign lands. He’s all that stands between her and a dozen potential threats…and if he doesn’t stake his claim, he may lose more than his heart.

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In this book we get to travel to another pack. Alpha of the Hudson River Pack, Brett Dalton has requested the assistance of Willow Bend. Mason will only assist if the parties involved are okay with it.

The problem, wolves are dying, the latest death, their healer. Brett is requesting a healer to come help solve the mystery.

Willow Bend is unique in that they have two healers, Emma and Gillian. Gillian is young and unmated but is more than capable of handling anything she may find.

Now usually my favorite scenes involve the couple getting involved, but this one is between Owen and Brett. It had me giggling.

Maybe Dalton hadn’t gotten to know Mason all that well during the Willow Bend Alpha’s time as a Lone Wolf amongst his pack. Owen didn’t question or offer him a response. What went on between the Alphas went on between them. But Gillian was wrapping up and the boy began to wipe his face before standing. His Gillian wouldn’t abandon a child in need, nor a healer potential. She had the damndest habit of getting what she wanted.

“I think it’s only fair that we’re clear on one subject before she rejoins us.” Brett said, reminding Owen he still stood there.

“And that would be?”

“I have every intention of claiming that beautiful wolf if you don’t.”

With a jerk, Owen faced him. “Excuse me?”

“No,” Brett said, his expression unreadable. “I don’t think I will. She’s a fine wolf, perhaps the finest I’ve ever met, and I’ve known her less than a day. Consider yourself warned.”

Gillian trotted up in that moment and rubbed against Owen’s leg. He dropped his hand to stroke her head automatically. His gaze still locked with Brett’s, Owen didn’t disguise his rising wolf.

Alpha and confident, the other wolf didn’t flinch away. He’d made his desire plain and clear both wolf-to-wolf and man-to-man. He could want Gillian all he liked. 

No way in hell would Owen let him have her.

Challenge accepted.
Long, Heather. Wolf Claim: Wolves of Willow Bend (pp. 113-114). Kindle Edition.

With all the tension and the discovery of poison, this book quickly and relentlessly drew me in.

With Brett’s intentions clearly stated, I had to wonder what Owen would do, I knew what Gillian’s reaction would be.

Laughter, tears, twists and turns and so much more. I want more of Owen and Gillian and Brett too!

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

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

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Lyric’s Accidental Mate – Iron Wolves MC Book 1 by Elle Boon

Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 1 ~ Bite of the Moon
Elle Boon


A tough as nails soldier and a bad girl on a motorcycle with a bite…when they collide, everything changes.


Lyric Carmichael is a shifter in trouble. When a pack of rogue wolves attacks her, she knows she will have to fight for her life. Being a member of the Iron Wolves MC and a wolf shifter, she’s used to fighting, with the odds stacked against her, she’s not sure she’ll make it out alive.


Rowan Shade, a member of the Special Forces has fought many battles, so wading into the fight to save a gorgeous woman is second nature. Being bitten by Lyric in order to save him from a fate worse than death, and finding out there are supernatural beings, is one of the most erotic experiences of his life. He just hopes they live long enough to explore more of this new and wild world.


As Rowan and Lyric explore their new relationship, the danger to the pack intensifies. When they find out one of their own has betrayed them, the strength of the entire MC is needed in order for them all to survive the upcoming battle.

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I am doing a re-read of all my favorite series, even as they get new additions.

This first book in the Iron Wolves series introduces us to several key characters.

First is Lyric, this is her story. Her brother Xan is second to their Alpha Kellen.

Then there is Syn, Kellen’s sister and Lyric’s best friend. As the book opens we also meet their friends Renee (Nene), Magee, and Jozlyn as they dance the night away at a club.

What was a fun and exhilarating night, turns deadly as a strange wolf attempts to kidnap Lyric as she leaves the restroom. In the events that follow, she has a human rescuer, one who is bitten by the leader of the mangy wolves.

Once Lyric realizes the man has been bitten and does the only thing she can, she soothes the first bite then bites him again, linking him to her pack instead of the unknown.

This is a favorite scene after Rowan shifts.

Rowan shook out his hands and rolled his head around like he was getting ready for a fight. He exhaled loudly and then inhaled. Kellen wasn’t sure what the fuck the guy thought was going to happen. He’d always been the less talk, more action type guy himself.

Without pausing, he opened himself to Rowan, barreling into the mind of the wolf and took over the shift. Fuck! Three shifts in one night, and he still had to do it again when they got back to the house. Rowan was probably crying like a bitch and wishing for death right about now. Only Kellen didn’t find him cowering in the corner of his mind. The man was trying to handle the pain without showing any outward signs. Obviously, Uncle Sam’s training was paying off.

After he made sure Rowan could hold the shift, he opened a connection to all three of his pack members. All right, my minions, follow me and don’t fuck around. I’m not in the mood to hunt, kill, or fuck Bambi. Dude, that is messed up on a level even Bodhi ain’t messed up on.

Xan nudged him in the side. Who wants to fuck Bambi? Unless she’s some new hot chick?

What is going on? Why can I hear you in my head? Rowan asked.

That’s the power of the alpha. Sorry, I sorta screwed you by not taking you to him for your first shift. I just thought we’d have a few days. Lyric’s voice sounded apologetic.

We will talk about it when we get to Rowan’s.

Kellen didn’t allow any room for arguments. With Xan taking the lead, he nipped Lyric, letting her know without words he wanted her to follow. Rowan, still in protective mode, would follow, of that Kellen had no doubt.

He understood more about Rowan in the moments he was inside his mind than he’d ever get talking to the man for days or weeks in a deep interrogation session. The man was definitely in lust with Lyric, and, if he wasn’t missing his mark, they were meant to be mates. Things were about to get interesting. He kept his chuckle to himself, knowing his best friend was gonna be one pissed off big brother when he realized his baby sister was about to be mated.
Boon, Elle. Lyric’s Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC 1 ~ Bite of the Moon) (Kindle Locations 555-572). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

I laughed way too hard at the Bambi references as Kellen realizes Rowans thoughts about turning.Lots of suspense as they try to figure out who has it in for Xan. As a message is left on one female’s car and another they discover is missing. Both of whom have shown interest in Xan.

Betrayal within the pack I didn’t see coming. References to the Mystic Pack, hmm do I have all of them? Looks like I have a lot of reading to do.

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She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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A Hero’s Honor: Resolution Ranch – Flint Hills Military Heroes Book 1 By Tessa Layne

A Hero’s Honor
Flint Hills Military Heroes Book 1
Tessa Layne


Police Chief Travis Kincaid Has Rules…

· Never leave the door unlocked
· Never mix work and pleasure
· And Never, Never kiss the object of your affection

Years ago, the former Navy SEAL learned the hard way that breaking the rules only leads to disaster. Since then, he’s followed strict rules to stay focused on his career and keep his heart locked away where it won’t cloud his judgment.

Too bad the woman he’s fallen for was a born rule-breaker.

In spite of her shady past, Travis finds himself bending the rules… repeatedly, for single-mom Elaine Ryder. In the aftermath of Prairie’s devastating tornado, Travis must come to a decision about his future. More importantly, he’ll have to decide whether breaking the rules one last time will cost him everything he holds dear… or give him his heart’s desire.

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I read this book as part of the Protected By A Hero Box Set. I enjoyed it so much I started reading the Cowboys of the Flint Hills, to get to know the characters who are mentioned in this story. If you’re following my blog, you’ll see yesterday I posted the book where this Tornado occurs, Prairie Storm. Don’t miss that one. It just made sense to review this one by itself here at this time.

Prairie, Kansas is rebuilding from a EF4 tornado. So much destruction and yet the town has come together to start the arduous process.

Dottie’s Diner now a pile of rubble has morphed into a food truck across from it’s original location. A place for folks to gather and share news it’s where we meet the main characters in this tale.

Chief Travis has a thing for Elaine, Dottie’s waitress. Of course he’ll never admit it, he has relationship rules, rules that his friend and deputy chief Weston thinks need to be broken. Weston also thinks Travis should run for sheriff which he eventually agrees to do.

This is a favorite scene when Travis announces he’s running to his opponent Lawson and pisses off Elaine in the process.

Lawson’s facade slipped a fraction as his eyes went cold. Travis had to hand it to him. The guy was a pro. He wouldn’t easily be provoked into doing or saying something stupid. The fake smile was back, as was the politician’s voice. “I was just introducing myself to the lady. Good opportunity to meet the people of this great town. You probably saw this morning that I’m running for sheriff.”

Travis’s stomach churned at the way the lie slipped out of the man’s mouth. He could stomach a lot of things, but lying wasn’t one of them. “I know who you are,” Travis answered, letting his voice get steely and focusing his gaze on the man. “I should have introduced myself this morning. I’m Travis Kincaid. Prairie’s police chief, and your opponent.”

Lawson’s eyes widened slightly, just enough to give away his surprise. Although, of the three of them, Travis was arguably the most surprised at the bomb he’d just dropped. What did Dottie always say? In for a penny, in for a pound? His stomach felt just like it had the first time he’d jumped out of a plane at twenty-thousand. He was damn well gonna make sure he landed in one piece. He gave Elaine a reassuring squeeze. “And this is Elaine Ryder, my treasurer.”

She squeaked and stiffened.

“Elaine, is it?” Menace flashed in Lawson’s eyes, and then, just as quickly, disappeared. Every cell in Travis’s body went on alert. Lawson was trouble. He knew it. So much so, he’d double down on his last dollar at a poker table with the Sinclaire brothers.

Lawson took Elaine’s hand, bowed slightly, and kissed the back. “A pleasure meeting you, Elaine.”

Revulsion slithered through Travis, and he clenched his fist at his side, refraining from forcefully removing the man only because he’d gone and jumped into a political campaign without thinking about the consequences. Not his best moment.

Lawson turned to him, his eyes glittering points. “I’ll see you on the campaign trail, Kincaid. Good luck.” He spun on his heel and stalked off, not bothering to meet the people.

Elaine turned to him, eyes sparking in anger, cheeks pink. He should be thinking of how to fix this, but instead the air in his lungs turned to ash and he couldn’t breathe, let alone think. He’d never seen Elaine this way, all riled up and intense. Awareness shot through him leaving a trail of fried synapses on the way to his cock. Holy smokes, did his cock like this side of her.

Elaine was the kind of woman who hated to be the center of attention. And for two years, she’d done an excellent job of blending in with the decor at Dottie’s. If he had to guess, he bet half the folks who came into the diner didn’t even know her name. Of course post-tornado, everyone knew who Elaine and Dax were, and he’d seen her discomfort at the attention. Seeing her outraged and not caring who saw, was a revelation.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He couldn’t help smiling, even if it made her madder. She was so damned cute.

“Running for sheriff?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “And apparently, I’m your treasurer,” she answered, lower lip jutting out. “How about you explain that?”

Her tone was meant to intimidate. She was as puffed up as an angry prairie chicken, and the only effect it had was to heighten his desire. Tingles raced down his spine, and he could only focus on that sweet lower lip.

“Well?” She tapped her foot.

Pull yourself together, asshole.

“Dottie and Weston both mentioned you’re a whiz with numbers, and I need a treasurer to file.”

“Then find somebody else.”

“But I want you.”
Layne, Tessa. Protected By A Hero (Kindle Locations 21328-21357). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Even as Travis battles his feelings the sparks fly between him and Elaine. Her son Dex wins his heart as well as they work closely on the campaign.

Elaine does have a secret she’s keeping from him though and it’s one that could ruin his chances of winning.

Lots of fun, plenty of drama and a finish that has me wanting more of all these characters.

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Prairie Storm – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 4 By Tessa Layne

Prairie Storm
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 4
Tessa Layne


Will an Alpha cowboy take a second chance at true love in this sexy, small town western?

He’s a down-home rancher

Axel Hansen is Prairie’s fickle Casanova and resident prankster. Ten years ago, he wanted nothing more than to settle down on the family ranch with his college sweetheart. But his adrenaline junkie girlfriend, Haley, chose her profession over love.

She’s the thrill seeker who broke his heart

Meteorologist Haley Cooper has devoted her career to facing down tornadoes and saving lives. She’s finally offered the promotion of a lifetime, but it means boarding at the last place on Earth she thought she’d see again and facing down her biggest regret.

Will Lightning Strike Twice for Love?

Axel jumps at the chance to help Haley with her research, and before they know it, they’re caught in the crosswinds of love and obligation. But as devastating tornadoes rip through the area, they’ll have to confront their feelings for each other and decide if their love can weather any storm

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I think this may be my favorite of this series so far. Not only because of the emotional rollercoaster it puts us on, but also because of the characters involved.

Axel is a troublemaker, which we’ve seen in interactions with his sister Hope. Really all this is a cover-up, he’s been hurt and doesn’t want to be hurt again.

Haley never intended to return to the Flint Hills, unfortunately her boss has put her on a head on collision with her past. As a meteorologist at CPARC – Climate Prediction and Research Center she’s been tasked with recording severe weather activity around Prairie, Kansas. Having to drive herself she has been assured locating one would not be an issue.

I’m not sure who was more surprised Haley or Axel when she shows up at Hanson Stables where she will be living for the next two months while collecting tornado data.

Now Axel is determined not to fall under her spell again, that is until they meet up at the Trading Post after she’s settled in at the Ranch.

This is a favorite scene.

His feet propelled him onto the dance floor, and when he spotted them, he marched over and tapped Johnny on the shoulder.“Mind?”

Johnny’s eyes narrowed a fraction, but then he nodded. “Be my guest.” Johnny smiled at Coop and melted away.

Coop stood looking at him, curiosity and suspicion battling in her eyes. He extended his hand.

“I promise I won’t bite.”

“Are you sure?”

He extended his hand, heart thudding like a bass drum. The jukebox changed, and the opening melody of Tim McGraw’s It’s Your Love floated over them as she slipped her hand into his. Electricity zinged up his arm at her touch.

She flinched.

Did she feel it too?

The connection between them was still palpable, even after so many years. He pulled her close and began to move in time to the music. “You pick this song?” How many times had they danced to this song?

She shook her head, letting out a small laugh. “Emmaline.”

His stomach sank a little. It was foolish to think that she might still carry a torch for him. He maneuvered them between the other couples on the floor. At first, she followed him stiffly, but by the second chorus she relaxed into him and he tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her flush.

Their thighs brushed as they moved, and awareness surged through him. God, he could get used to this in a hurry. The song ended, but he didn’t let go. Instead he kept moving as the strains of Brad Paisley’s Then came through the speakers.

What was he doing out here on the dance floor with her? Besides playing with fire and begging to get hurt? If she was really water under the bridge, couldn’t they just talk?

Axel cleared his throat. “So tell me, Coop,” he murmured into her ear, catching a whiff of her scent, which was at once surprisingly familiar and deliciously intoxicating. Like roses and sunshine. Funny, she hadn’t changed her perfume in ten years. The realization warmed him. “Last time I saw you, you were tucked up under my arm, sound asleep, and when I woke up, you’d bolted.”

She stiffened and her head snapped back, eyes searching his warily. “Axe, I don’t think–”

He chuckled and smiled bitterly. “No? All right, we can stick to safer topics.” So anything too personal was still off limits for her. Fine. But he wouldn’t let it go indefinitely. He deserved an explanation, even if it wasn’t right now. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you’ve been up to the last ten years?”

She cocked her head, eyes narrowed. “For real?”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “I’m all ears.”

In truth, he was.

“Well, there’s not much to tell, really.” Her soft, husky drawl washed over him, setting his nerve endings alight. “I still live in Norman when I’m not doing field work. I got my Ph.D. in Meteorology a few years back. I was chief meteorologist at the NBC affiliate in Norman until I left to work with CPARC a year ago.”

Admiration swelled through him. “I bet you were great,” Axel grinned down at her. “I’d have watched you every day.”

She blushed and looked away. When she looked back a moment later, her eyes had gone soft. “What about you Axe? You running the show now?”

Bitterness rose in his throat. “Does it look like it? Pops is still the same. I’ve tried to innovate where I can. Gunn’s been good about pushing through some of my suggestions with Pops.

“Are you happy?”

Her question stopped him dead on the dance floor, and dread churned in his belly. Talk about unsafe topics. But hell, maybe he needed to shake things up. Quit following everyone’s rules and start following his own for a change. He took her by the elbow and steered her toward the patio.


“You still need a driver?”
Layne, Tessa. Prairie Storm: Cowboys of the Flint Hills (pp. 34-37). Shady Layne Media. Kindle Edition.

Chasing the weather is quite the adrenaline high, and a Tornado touchdown later, Axel is reprimanding her about safety.

These two have enough emotions swirling around it’s like their own personal tornado.

But it’s the one that hits Prairie proper that causes a whole new level of everything, pretty much for everybody.

Love, laughter, and plenty of tears in this book.

5 Contented Purrs for Tessa!

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Tessa Layne

Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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