Cael – Heroes At Heart Book 3 By Maryann Jordan



Cael
Heroes at Heart Book 3
By
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Maryann Jordan


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The true measure of a man is not in the mistakes he makes…but in how he handles those mistakes.

Cael Holland devoted himself to his friends and family, but when his niece becomes ill, he steps up to share the burden. Out on the town one night, he runs into her. The woman with the long hair that captures his attention. A woman, after his own heart, not looking for commitment. They agree to a night with no names and no regrets.

But one night isn’t enough and as they become closer, more secrets abound between the two than not knowing each other’s names.

Regina, at the worst possible time in her life, falls for the man of mystery. Their passion cannot be denied, but as their secrets are uncovered, is passion enough to carry them through?

Author Note: Subject matter is similar to what you would find in an R-rated movie. Please be advised, for 18+ readers.

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Cael’s niece Cindy is fighting lymphoma, so much for a little girl. He visits everyday, reading to her until she falls asleep. This gives his sister Kathy and her husband Tom, time to get a meal together.

When a flu outbreak hits, he’s unable to visit, not wanting to go home, he finds himself going not to Grimm’s but somewhere he won’t be recognized.

This is a favorite scene when he first sees Regina.

Standing to stretch his legs he was able to easily observe the crowded room, bodies moving around. A flash of color crossed his vision and he blinked, willing his eyes to focus. Looking down the bar, a woman was standing with her back to him, tall, with a great ass in a tight pair of jeans. Her hair, though, that was what really drew him in. The thick, silky tresses hung down in soft waves to the middle of her back. The length alone would have snagged his attention, but the color enraptured him. The reddish-blonde strands appeared to glisten like copper and gold in the lights of the bar, shimmering with each movement her body made.

His feet propelled him forward of their own volition until he was directly behind her. Now close, he could see that the strands were actually multi-colored…yellow, gold, red, auburn. All combined to give the effect of a magical halo floating around her. Shaking his head in wonder, he peered down at her, seeing that, while she was tall, she was also wearing heels, bringing her head to where it would just tuck under his chin.

Her right hand was resting on the bar, long fingers and perfectly manicured nails tapping in time to the music on the wooden surface. A sudden image of her hands on him caused a jolt to shoot through him and his cock twitched. She was alone, but staring toward the back of the bar. He looked in the direction she was staring but did not see anyone she might be with.

The bartender sat a drink on the bar, making a witty comment, and she threw her head back in laughter, turning just enough that he could view her profile. Porcelain skin with a smattering of light freckles across her classic nose. Her cheeks held a rosy glow and her summer-sky blue eyes were framed with thick lashes, darker than her hair. Lips with a hint of pink gloss captured his gaze and the desire to taste them had his breath leaving his lungs in a rush. Giving his head another shake, he could not remember the last time he had such a visceral reaction to a woman.

Just then she turned to take a drink, lifting the glass to her lips, when she caught sight of him and jolted. Her gaze landed on his massive chest and a gasp left her lips. Her eyes widened as she slowly lifted them, finally leaning her head back a bit in an effort to see his face. Before she had a chance to speak, his lips curled and his face relaxed into a friendly smile.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, unable to think of another greeting.

Cocking her head to the side, she met his grin with one of her own. “Is that your best pick-up line?”

Chuckling, he shook his head slowly. “Just calling it like I see it and you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. In. My. Life.”

Regina’s mouth opened, but the quick retort died on her lips. She stared at the handsome had more muscles than she had ever seen. Eyes roving his body discretely, at first, his wide shoulders and thick arms filled out the navy shirt he wore, the rolled sleeves straining at the seams.

Her gaze traveled down the length of him, blatantly now, taking her time. His waist tapered to trim hips, his jeans fitting perfectly. The crotch was well worn and his thick thighs filled the denim material. His large, heavy boots were the perfect ending to an exquisite masculine package.

Licking her lips, she allowed her eyes to slowly lift, taking him in again. “Wow, you must be a Brobdingnagian.” A sly, secret mountain of a man standing in front of her. At five feet, eight inches, she usually stared men in the eye when wearing heels, but this man made her feel small. He had to be six and a half feet tall and smile curved her lips as she began to turn away, lifting her drink to her lips and taking a healthy gulp.

Rising to the challenge, he replied, “So you think that Jonathan Swift had me in mind when he wrote Gulliver’s Travels?”

Her eyes widened and her smile broadened. “A well-read man. Now that is sexy,” she purred.

Quoting Gulliver, he said, “‘My hours of leisure I spent in reading the best authors, ancient and modern, being always provided with a good number of books.”

Her smile morphed into a full-blown grin as she finished the quote, “And when I was ashore, in observing the manners and dispositions of the people, as well as learning their language; wherein I had a great facility, by the strength of my memory.” 

“Damn, Red. A witty, smart, and gorgeous woman. Talk about sexy.”

Tapping her finger on her chin, she declared, “I think I’ll call you Titan. That’s easier than Brobdingnagian. You’re definitely more than just a giant…you’re more of a mythical warrior.”
Jordan, Maryann. Cael: Heroes at Heart (Kindle Locations 452-487). Kindle Edition.

What starts as one night, no names, quickly become more. A weekend followed by a week of meeting up after work.

When she disappears after meeting Cindy, Cael has no idea why. They haven’t revealed their true names so he finds himself at a loss. So many twists and turns to get these two where they need to be.

Miss Ethel, the brothers by choice, the family, a sacrifice and more blend into a heartrending story of faith, hope and love with a sizzling attraction, that is loosely based on the story of Rapunzel.

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As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

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It’s Back! Tradition Be Damned – Last Hope Book 1 By Rebecca Royce



Tradition Be Damned
Last Hope Book 1
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Rebecca Royce

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It is the end of days…

Taken from her family at birth, and raised by the mystic Sisterhood, Anne understands she will fight the demons for the rest of her life. Often referred to as the Weird Sister, Anne longs for a life she knows she can never have and dreams of her five guards affections although she believes they hold her in disdain.

She couldn’t be more wrong.

Bryant, Mason, Garrett, Kieran and Milo see Anne for who she is and they’ve loved her every day they’ve known her, although they can never see her face. Fate has chosen them as her beloveds and when the already destroyed world falls apart, they will see they are meant to be…and that maybe all hope is not lost at all. Maybe it is just the beginning.

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In this post apocalypse world some females are born with a special gift. This gift is the reason they are taken from their parents as infants and raised to accept their gifts. Fighting and eliminating the demons that are rampant just about everywhere is their purpose. They are Sisters of the Rising Sun.

Sister Anne had been born to Sister Katrina’s biological sister. However, she has never been given preferential treatment.

As this story opens we meet Anne’s guards. The guards are numbered 1-5. On this assignment, she has a new 5. Her 1 had completed his ten years was paid and sent home. This meant all her other guards moved up and 5 was new.

After a particularly difficult assignment, and a bit of a misunderstanding Anne’s number one tracks her down in the kitchen.

I’d seen the insides of the barracks when I was twelve, having been sent out to bring supplies for a sick guard. They weren’t going to freeze to death, but neither were they going to be warm and snuggly.

I shook my head. My thinking was the problem. Sisters didn’t worry about things like the comfort or lack thereof their guards endured. Sisters assumed their guards were fine. I finished the bowl and shoved it down with more force than necessary. What was wrong with me?

I sank to my knees. Alone in the kitchen was a good place to right myself. Why was I this person? Okay, I could kill demons, even at half-strength, but in every other way possible, I wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be a Sister. I wasn’t cut out for it. Did Sisters ever quit? No one had ever indicated such a thing was possible. I knew retirement might become an option at age forty or older, but what did they do with defunct twenty-two-year-olds?

I wiped the escaping tears from my eyes, then rose to my feet. A knock on the kitchen door caught my attention, and I moved quickly to answer it.

One stood in the hallway. He dressed casually, not geared up to fight anything. Instead, he had brown pants and a gray hooded shirt on. One looked like the men I saw on my ventures out of the sisterhood. He’d fit in outside of here, which was great since he had four more years to go and then he would be one of them. He could then actually use his real name.

“Hello, Sister Anne.” He rocked back on his feet. “I was told you were in here. I asked one of the initiates to go get you from your quarters and ask if you’d speak to me. They said you were in here. As it’s acceptable for Guards to be in the kitchen, I came over.”

He was right. The kitchen could be a common area. On a few occasions, the guards came in to get something themselves, which was why we had to use our hoods in the common area.

“How can I help you?” That was the correct response. I would only make them from now on.

“Well.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. His blond hair, still pulled back in the bun, looked messier than I was used to seeing it. Dark circles marred his lovely face. “I haven’t been able to rest for a week. I’m afraid we hurt you, emotionally. That would never be our intention. Even Five. He’s new, and honestly, for as incredible a fighter as he is—which is why I sought him out for the position—he has foot-in-mouth disease and wants to throw himself over a cliff for the way his words seem to have wounded you.”

I wanted to laugh at the description, but I didn’t. Sisters didn’t laugh at things Guards said. I was going to be correct. I had to be.

“I …” I didn’t even know how to respond. “I worry I am the cause of embarrassment for the five of you, and as far as I can tell, you are all the best of the best. I don’t want you to wish you worked for someone else. This is a decade of your life. It must feel like jail, an incarceration you agreed to in order to move your families out of the Deadlands. But I’d rather it be pleasant and not all horrible.”

His eyes widened, and he fell to his knees. “My lady—”

“I am not any kind of a lady.”

One shook his head. “You certainly are. Sister Anne, this is not a jail. Being with you, seeing what you can do and how strong and brave you are … it makes me want to be stronger, too. You treat us with such respect. It’s a gift from the divinities that you are my Sister.”

My heart raced. I’d never been spoken to like this in my entire life nor had I ever expected to be addressed so. “Please rise, One. I wouldn’t have you on your knees. You are an amazing man. There is never a need for you to lower yourself to me. I’m a woman, a peasant, who happened to have this strange gift. I should be thanking you more than I do, but I can’t figure out what is right and what makes you all want to run for the hills. Day after day, you go out there and might die to keep me, a woman you hardly know, alive. You’re brave beyond my knowledge to express. But I do everything wrong with the five of you.”

He raised his eyes to mine and rose. “You are our Sister. What you do, therefore, is inherently correct. Always. And I know that Mason, Garrett, Kieran, and even Milo feel the same way. I’m sorry; that’s Two, Three, Four and Five.” He reached out to touch the side of my gown by my arm, gently. He tugged on it slightly. The gesture seemed almost like he did it unconsciously more than anything else.

I lowered my voice. “What is your name, One?”

He smiled and nodded his head. “I’m Bryant. And I am always at your service, Sister Anne.”
Royce, Rebecca. Tradition Be Damned (Last Hope Book 1) (pp. 28-31). After Glows Publishing. Kindle Edition.

I love the rebellious Anne as she learns more about her guard and falls for each of them.

We meet Danielle, a Sister who doesn’t dress or act like one and her guards are the same yet different. Anne’s goal was to eliminate demons at the mines, and she will, just not when or how you think it will happen.

There is loss, pain, reunion, suspense, simmer to sizzle heat and so much more!

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

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

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

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

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Texas Heat!!!! Texas Two Step – Whispering Springs, TX Book 1 by Cynthia D’Alba



Texas Two Step
Whispering Springs, TX Book 1
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Cynthia D’Alba

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Their love never died, but her secrets could break his trust beyond repair.

After six years and too much self-recrimination, rancher Mitch Landry is ready to admit he was wrong. He’d loved Olivia Montgomery but commitment wasn’t high on his list back then. That was his first mistake. He’s just divorced his second, and he’s set to do whatever it takes to convince Olivia to give him another try.

Through hard work, determination and more than a few tears, Olivia survived the break-up with Mitch. She’s rebuilt her life around her business and the son she loves more than life itself. She’s not proud of the mistakes she’s made—particularly the secrets she’s kept—but when life hands you manure, you use it to make something better of yourself…lest you get stuck in it.

At a hot, muggy Dallas wedding, they reconnect. Olivia’s first instinct is to play it cool, but after one devastating kiss things flare out of control, real fast. Maybe a quick roll in the hay will get him out of her system once and for all. Funny thing about hay though, once it’s tangled in your hair, getting it out risks revealing things that were never meant to see the light of day.

Warning: Contains hot sex, a vindictive ex-wife, and hot chocolate chip cookies.

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Olivia wanted to be anywhere but at the airport picking up Mitch. However, Emily the bride-to-be was very persuasive. Mitch was as attractive as she remembered but he is a temptation she doesn’t need.

Mitch has grown up a lot since he broke up with Olivia, his divorce was the crowning moment of his biggest mistake. He’s hoping to reconnect with Olivia and maybe take things where they belong.

This is a favorite scene on the ride from airport.

Pointing a remote, she popped the trunk of a black Mercedes Benz.

Mitch tossed in his bags as well as the one she carried. “A Benz, huh?” His gaze raked over the car. “Business must be good. Congrats.”

“Thanks.” Oven-degree heat rolled from the car when she opened the door. After waiting a minute to let out as much hot air as possible, she slid onto the toasty leather of the driver’s seat. “But this isn’t mine.” She started the car then lowered the temperature controls on the air conditioning. “Belongs to one of the trainers at the gym. My car was blocked in and Mark loaned me his.”

Mitch tossed his hat onto the back seat before sliding into the passenger side. He looked around and whistled. “Nice ride.”

“Yep. Nice guy too.” Moments later, she paid the toll at the south exit and turned east onto Highway 183. “Emily said to drop you at Grayson Mansion. Do you need to stop anywhere first?”

“Like where?”

“I don’t know. Armani store? Walmart? Williams Feed and Tack?”

To her relief, he chuckled at her joke. The deep sound vibrated around the car and straight into her heart.

“Nope. Got everything I’ll need this weekend.” He cleared his throat and angled his body toward her. “So Livie, are you really happy living here in the big D? Don’t you miss the ranch life? The riding? The early morning chores? The nosy small-town gossip?”

Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel and she kept her gaze glued on the traffic ahead. Every glance at him produced a sucker punch to her gut, and she didn’t want him to know how much seeing him physically pained her. “I’m as happy here as much as anywhere, I guess. My business does well. I have friends, so…” She shrugged, pulling the car’s shoulder strap tight across her chest.

“How’s the Lazy L doing?” she asked, referring to his family’s cattle ranch.

“Actually, pretty damn good. Had some bad years with drought and some freaky winter weather, but we kept her going. Now if beef prices would just get back up.”

The pride and enthusiasm in his voice left no doubt how much he loved being part of the family cattle business. With him way down in south Texas and her in Dallas, a big spread of Texas geography separated them.

“Glad it’s working out then.”

She looked at the back of his head as he stared out the side window, seeming to study the landscape as it whizzed by. The ends of his hair were distinctly lighter than the roots, visible now that he’d removed his hat. She suspected his hair had been lightened and his skin tanned from the daily sun exposure of working on his ranch. She’d seen him wear a cowboy hat so many times, and she could picture him on his horse, his hat saturated with sweat, the ends of his long hair soaking up the sun’s rays as he rode behind the cattle. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember ever seeing his hair this long. He’d once told her he always kept his hair short to make the south Texas heat bearable. And while she liked his new look, she had to admit she missed the old one.

“Haven’t had time to keep up with the old crowd. You never did get married, right?” His gravelly voice jerked her mind from reminiscing.

“Wrong. I did.” His question surprised her, but if the shock on his face was any indication, her answer was an obvious bombshell. Her gaze snapped back to the road.

“You did? How come I didn’t know that?”

She shook her head while saying, “I don’t know. It wasn’t a state secret or anything.”

“So you’re not Olivia Montgomery?”

“Of course I’m Olivia Montgomery. I just added Gentry to the end. I married Drake Gentry. I don’t think you ever knew him.”

“I didn’t. Will he be here this weekend?”

“No.”

He gave her left hand a pointed stare. “Are you still married?”

She shook her head. “Divorced.” A pang of regret settled around her heart, regret about hurting Drake, a wonderful man who’d been her rock when she’d needed stability the most. He’d been there for her and she’d let him down so many times in so many ways.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm? What does that mean?” She glanced toward him, wondering why his opinion was suddenly so important. At almost thirty, she ran her own business while raising a wonderful son single handedly. Why did Mitch’s opinion still mean so much to her?

His fingers drummed on the arm console between them. “I’m just surprised. Your marriage caught me off-guard.”

“So I gathered. Why? Did you think no one would marry little old me?” she asked, lifting one eyebrow in a challenge.

He chuckled and placed his forearm on the back of her seat, letting his elbow dangle in the opening between the seats.

His deep-throated chuckle reverberated through her again. The muscles in her jaw clenched at the zap of energy tingling through every nerve.

“Don’t be a goose.” He tapped a knuckle on the side of her head. “Any man would be fortunate to have you as a wife and a fool to give you up. I…I’m just surprised no one told me, especially my mother. They talk, you know? My mother and yours.”

She nodded. “I know.” She also often talked to his mother but some secrets were best left alone.
D’Alba, Cynthia. Texas Two Step (Whispering Springs, TX Book 1) (pp. 15-19). Riante Romance, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

In spite of a very sensuous and sizzling reunion, Olivia walks away. She has a really big secret, one she has sworn many people to silence. This secret can make or break these new feelings she has for Mitch.

Mitch knows she’s hiding something, and he’s wondering who is this mysterious Adam.  He rushes to be with her when she’s taken to the hospital after a fall leaving the wedding reception.

His reaction is priceless when he realizes just who Adam is, and there are so many conflicting emotions.

Olivia has a lot of explaining to do as Mitch pushes to have both her and Adam, join him on his ranch for her recovery.

A conniving ex-wife adds to the already rampant drama as this story unfolds.

You’d think they’d understand that communication is key, but so many secrets for so many years make that difficult.

Plenty of angst, tears, laughter and heat!

I am going back to read the prequel now. Then I will continue with this series.

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Texas Two Step: The Prequel – Whispering Springs, TX Book 0.5 By Cynthia D’Alba



Texas Two Step Prequel
Whispering Springs, TX Book 0.5
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Go back to where it all began…When Olivia Montgomery met Mitch Landry and their lives were changed forever.

Texas Two Step:The Prequel is a short story. It serves as an introduction to Olivia Montgomery and Mitch Landry, the primary characters in the novel, Texas Two Step. The Prequel covers their college dating years up to their break-up.

Texas Two Step, the novel, continues the story six years later.

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I confess I read Texas Two Step first and curiosity had me picking this one up. I am reviewing them in order though. So tomorrow you’ll see that book here. Both books are free, so plan to continue on.

This book starts the Whispering Springs, Tx series with Mitch and Olivia attending college in Dallas.

It’s Olivia’s and her best friend Emily’s birthday and in order to uphold the Montgomery tradition they go to the bar where her brothers had their first legal drinks.

This is a favorite scene when Mitch joins them at the bar.

“Olivia Montgomery,” he said with a smile. “What are you doing in a place like this?”

She smiled and lowered her gaze. “Hello, Mitch. I didn’t expect to run into anyone I knew here.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Really? And why’s that?”

She shrugged.

“Ladies,” Joey, the bartender, interrupted. “I’m waiting for some identification. No I.D. and you’re out of here.”

livia turned her attention to Joey. “I’ve got it.” She pulled a Texas driver’s license from her wallet and slapped it on the bar. Her friend did the same.

Joey studied both licenses, looked at the girls, and back to the licenses. “Happy birthday, ladies. What’ll you have?”

“Today is your birthday?” Mitch asked.

Olivia nodded. “Yep. Mine and Emily’s. Oh, I don’t think you know Emily.” She turned to her friend. “Emily. This is Mitch Landry. He’s a friend of Travis and Jason.” She turned back to Mitch. “Mitch. This is Emily Miller. My best friend in the whole world.”

Emily leaned forward and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mitch.”

Mitch shook her hand. “You too, Emily. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“If you three are through with your meet and greet, I do have other customers. Do you want a drink or not?”

“Ladies, this lovely grump is Joey. Joey, I’m buying this round. Give me another beer. Ladies?”

Olivia straightened her back. “I’ll have a shot of bourbon.”

“I will too,” said Emily.

Mitch laughed. “The Montgomery tradition lives. Give me a shot too, Joey. I can’t let these ladies drink alone. How about three shots of Crown Royal?”

“You got it.” Joey lined up three shot glasses and poured the Crown Royal. He put a fourth glass on the bar and filled it. “I always buy the first round for birthday girls.” He tapped his shot glass against the ones Olivia and Emily had picked up. “Salute.” He tossed back the liquor. “I’ll check back in a minute,” he said and headed down the bar to another customer.

Mitch picked up his glass, tapped each girl’s shot, and tossed his drink down his throat. When he returned the glass to the counter, he noticed both girls still had full glasses. Olivia lifted the glass to her lips and sipped. Her eyes opened wide.

He chuckled. “No, no. Toss it back. It’s the Montgomery way.”

Olivia closed her eyes, put her luscious full lips on the rim, tilted her head back, and tossed the full shot down. Her tongue darted out to lick her top lip. He almost groaned aloud.

The Montgomery brothers were going to have to kick his ass because Olivia Montgomery was the sexiest, most interesting woman he’d met in a long time. He’d be damned if he was leaving until he got to know her a little better.
D’Alba, Cynthia. Texas Two Step: The Prequel (Texas Montgomery Mavericks) (Kindle Locations 59-83). Riante, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

Emily also meets Wes and they immediately become an item. Mitch and Olivia start off a bit slower, but wow that first date!

A quick read that is an OMG cliff-hanger, which is why you should just go click the cover below and read the rest of their story.

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Hi Y’All! I’m Cynthia D’Alba from Arkansas.Here’s a little about me…New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.She was born and raised in a small Arkansas town. After being gone for a number of years, she’s thrilled to be making her home back in Arkansas living in a vine-covered cottage on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake. When she’s not reading or writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.newsletter - for blog


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Wolf Hunt – SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team Book 6 By Paige Tyler



Wolf Hunt
SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team Book 6
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Paige Tyler

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A STORM IS BREWING…

Remy Boudreaux is back in his hometown, New Orleans. He’s there with three of his fellow Dallas SWAT officers for a week of training with the NOLA PD. On the eve of a tropical storm, Remy and his buddies prowl the French Quarter. One tantalizing scent captures Remy’s senses, forcing him to follow until he is face to face with Triana Bellamy—his beautiful high school crush.

After reconnecting, Remy and Triana are close—very. Remy struggles to keep things casual. Ever since his partner—and first love—was killed on the job, he’s kept women at a distance.

But when a mysterious wolf pendant ropes them both into danger, Remy’s protective instincts kick in. He may have to reveal his true self…and hope Triana accepts him.

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This book is full of surprises and revelations. We know there are hunters out there looking for wolves, we also know they are deadly. In this story we find out just how dangerous these hunters are.

The guys are on a working trip in New Orleans when Remy runs into a childhood friend Triana. Well more like he follows an irresistible scent that leads to her.

This is a favorite scene.

Remy wasn’t sure how long he followed the scent, but the next thing he knew, he was walking into a nightclub with a steady dance beat throbbing out of every hole, crack, and pore of the building. In bloodhound mode, he headed straight to the second floor, moving like an arrow shot through the crowded, noisy room until he was standing in the middle of the dance floor full of gyrating bodies.

Right there, dancing with her back to him in a group of four other women, was the source of the scent that had dragged him halfway across the French Quarter. This close, her fragrance was damn near overwhelming. If he wasn’t such a gentleman, he probably would have leaned forward and licked the small portion of her neck that was exposed every time her long, black hair swung aside. If she smelled this good, he could only imagine how she tasted.

The thought was enough to nearly bring him to his knees.

He was trying to figure out the best way to initiate a conversation—tapping her on the shoulder and saying he’d been tracking her scent for blocks might come off as a bit stalkerish—when the woman turned to face him.

Maybe she’d sensed him behind her, or perhaps it was because her friends had stopped dancing to stare over her shoulder at him. Either way, when she spun around, Remy swore his heart stopped beating for a second.

It was dark on the dance floor and the flashing strobes were bright enough to practically blind him, but it didn’t matter. The light-brown-skinned beauty would have stood out in any light. Hell, she would have stood out in complete darkness too.

He was still taking in the smoking-hot curves, perfect skin, and exotic amber eyes when a realization struck him so hard he almost stumbled backward.

He knew her. Not in the biblical sense, though that was obviously one hell of a shame. He’d known her back in high school when she’d been a skinny, awkward teenager who never seemed to look anywhere but at the ground.

She was a lot different now—understatement there—and easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Now she possessed a confidence that made it hard to look at anything but her. Even with all the changes, he would have known her anywhere. He hadn’t talked to her since high school graduation, but they’d been friends and probably would have been more if he hadn’t been such a chickenshit back then.

“Triana?”

Remy didn’t expect her to recognize him. While she’d grown from a girl into a woman, he’d grown from a boy into a werewolf. He looked a lot different than he had in high school.

Triana’s eyes widened. “Remy, is that seriously you? I can’t believe you’re here!”

Grinning, she threw her arms around him. His went around her automatically, holding her close. He was shocked at how good she felt against him—good as in let’s go find a room somewhere or a dark corner or, hell, the backseat of the nearest car.

At the same time, his mind spun as he tried to understand what the hell was going on. Could he have subconsciously recognized his old friend’s scent? Okay, maybe. But that still didn’t explain why she smelled so good or why her fragrance had pulled him so frigging hard in her direction. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. The animalistic urge he’d had to track her down didn’t fit with any concept of friendship he recognized.
Tyler, Paige. Wolf Hunt (SWAT Book 6) (pp. 17-19). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.

Triana’s mom has some secrets of her own, and when threats are made those lead to so much more!

Full of suspense, action and the sizzle of Remy finding his ‘One’.

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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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Love this Series! Laszlo – SEALs of Steel Book 5 By Dale Mayer



Laszlo
SEALs of Steel Book 5
By
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Minx Montgomery’s only light in a terrible childhood was her neighbor and best friend, Mouse. When he left Texas at the age of seventeen, she never heard from him again, though she’s never forgotten him either. She moved in with her uncle, went to college and became a counselor. Her supervisor at the clinic sexually harassed her. Reporting him backfired. Demoted, she’s transferred to another branch in the city–to the same district she’d finally managed to escape.

Laszlo Jensen, a former SEAL, has spent the last two years recovering from the damage done when his squad’s truck drove over an antitank landmine. Six other team-mates were also badly hurt, the seventh–Mouse–dead, in what their team leader Badger Horley realized later had to be a trap set to take them out. He and his team-mate Geir are trying to learn more about Mouse’s history. Was the whole squad targeted with that landmine, or just their youngest, newest member? The truth is more disturbing and senseless than they’d anticipated. Who was Mouse really?

Minx may be the only person who knew the boy that later became a dangerous, hunted man…

Author note: For you reading pleasure, this series must be read in order.

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One of my favorite things about the books in this series is the journey each of these men have navigated to be where they are now. Each one has survived multiple injuries that let’s just say they are all lucky to be alive.

Laszlo is no different and now he and Geir have traveled to Texas to find the truth of Mouse’s past. They have realized that they really know nothing about him, every story they remember is a different tale. Everything they’ve discovered is pointing to Mouse being the catalyst to their accident and the ‘accidents’ surrounding the people they care about.

Minx watched them carefully as they looked around the neighborhood. This is a favorite scene when they approach her.

The men crossed the road and walked down the block past Mouse’s house again. It was obvious they cared about only one house. They did stop farther down and looked across the street, studying a couple other houses. She let her gaze follow them, drift over to the house they were studying, but she didn’t believe for a moment they cared. They weren’t from this neighborhood. neighborhood. They weren’t from any neighborhood around here, from what she could see. Both were well-dressed, both fit. Cops? She twisted her face up as she thought about it and then discarded the concept. “So not,” she said quietly.

But there was just something about them that had that look of officialness. Maybe undercover detectives? But even that didn’t seem right. They walked down the block, turned around and came back up on the same side they had parked on. Their gaze wandering every once in a while. They pointed at something as if they were out for a casual walk.

She noted old Nanny sitting on her rocker, watching them too. Nanny was in the corner house, and she didn’t miss anything in this neighborhood. She had to be ninety, at least. She also wasn’t the kind to let anybody know nothing. She kept her mouth shut. In fact, it was impossible to get her to say anything. Everyone left her alone.

It was probably why she’d lived so long. The two newcomers passed Nanny’s place, neither appearing to notice her sitting there rocking away. Nor did Nanny call out. She just studied them suspiciously. Kind of like what Minx was doing herself.

They came back toward the truck, passed it, walked to the other end of the block, crossed the street and came back down again. And she knew they were coming to her. She didn’t know how she knew, but years on the streets had fine-tuned her reflexes and intuition. She was one of the few who hadn’t been sexually assaulted during her years growing up here. That was because she was fast with a knife, and she made sure she was nowhere to be found when the creepy-crawlers came hunting.

She stepped into the open, leaned on the fence, her arms crossed. She didn’t know if they’d be able to see who she was as she had seen who they were. She was dressed in jeans with frayed edges and shoes that had seen better days. Her T-shirt was too large and stained. Her hair was in a chestnut-colored messy bun in the back. She deliberately didn’t wear any makeup. That way she fit into the neighborhood, made people a little more apt to answer her questions.

She eyed them with as suspicious a look as was possible. When they approached, she took several steps back. The men slowed their steps and smiled at her. She just glared back.

The one who had been driving stopped and said, “We mean you no harm. We just wanted to ask some questions about your neighbors.” He turned and motioned—as she’d figured—at Mouse’s old house.

She raised an eyebrow. What did they want with Mouse? “Nobody lives there.”

“For how long?”

She shrugged. “The old lady died a while ago.”

“No other family?”

So they were after Mouse. What had he gone and done with himself? She shook her head. “No, no one else there.”

“Where did the rest of the family move to?” the second man asked.

She shifted her gaze to him suspiciously. “No idea.”

They studied her for a long moment and then nodded. “Well, if you see Mouse, tell him some friends are looking for him,” he said.

She snorted. “Mouse hasn’t lived here in well over ten years.”

“We know. But we haven’t seen him in a while and wondered if he had any connection to his hometown anymore.”

“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re up to, but there’s no way in hell Mouse had friends like you.”

The men stared at her. The first one said, “Maybe Mouse has changed.”

She snorted again. “And maybe you’re cops.”

The men shook their heads. “That we’re not. What we really wanted was to find some of Mouse’s family and talk to them.”

“Why?”

They hesitated.

She snapped, “If you’re not telling me the truth, then don’t bother spinning me a tale.”

“No, we didn’t tell you the truth before. Although we are Mouse’s friends,” the first man said, his voice hard, and yet there was sadness in it. “Mouse is dead. And we were hoping to be able to tell his family.”

“What?” She stared at them. “I don’t believe you.” She glanced back at the house where Mouse had lived. “His mom passed away months ago, if not longer. She never mentioned it.”

“I’m not sure she knew,” the first man said. He held out a hand. “I’m Laszlo. Mouse was part of my unit in the navy.”

She dropped her hand before shaking his. “Now I know you’re lying. Mouse hated water. He’d never have signed up for the navy.” Then she frowned. “I know it was a dream of his, but it’s not one I thought he’d ever achieve,” she muttered, puzzled. “He really was terrified of water.”
Mayer, Dale. Laszlo (SEALs of Steel Series Book 5) (Kindle Locations 253-293). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Many revelations come out as they speak to Minx. She also has some insights that could open things up more.

There is also Laszlo’s attraction to her and her problems become theirs as they realize she’s in danger too.

I love the slow build, the suspense as this puzzle unravels, the way these guys are finding the right person and the sizzle when it all comes together!

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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.


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Release Blitz, Giveaway and Excerpts! Alpha’s Call – Six New Stories – Six Bestselling Authors



Can you resist the Alpha’s Call?

This collection of hot alpha males is a must have for every shifter lover’s ebook library.
Six bestselling, fan-favorite authors bring you action-packed romances ranging from sensual to scorching.
Wolves, big cats, dragons, and much more heat up the pages.

Go ahead. Ignore the Alpha’s Call.
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Alpha’s Call

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An Alpha’s Fate by Lia Davis
Alpha’s Mate by Louisa Bacio
Enchanting the Sea Wolf by Kristal Hollis
Alpha’s Fight by Christa Ann
Marradith, Darkly by Lori Titus
Alpha Untamed by Misha Carver

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An Alpha’s Fate

Lia Davis

Birchwood Pack Alpha, Logan Webb, watched Reagan walk out of his life over ten years ago. When she contacts him needing help, something in her voice puts his wolf in full protection mode. But seeing her in the flesh wakes a raw, primal desire long buried.

No. No. Bile rose, threatening to force Reagan’s lunch to make a gruesome return. The snow-white walls of her home closed in around her, and the air seemed colder. How had she not known?

Because they weren’t true mates. Even though they were bound together, their emotions and thoughts weren’t, not like they would have been if she’d mated with her fated mate.

She stared at the open journal as fury built inside her, putting her wolf further on edge. The names neatly handwritten in black ink blurred. For ten years, she’d done all she could to protect the wolves of Greenhedge; the least she could do after being forced to mate the male who’d become Alpha—a title rightfully hers. All her efforts were wasted. The bastard had sold packmates to a rogue Pack to be made into monster assassins in exchange for what? She didn’t know. She sure as hell didn’t see any extra money go into the run-down den.

Fucking power-hungry bastard.

The front door swung open, slamming into the wall. A low growl cut through her as she met the poor excuse of an Alpha’s stare. Lifting the journal, she shook it at him. “You lied to me.”

He stalked toward her, his eyes glowing with his wolf. “You are out of line, Mate.”

Was she? She thought not.

“My place is protecting my Pack from monsters like you.” Anger had all but consumed her. It was one thing to blackmail her into a loveless mating and slap her around, but to hurt her Pack?

Mason stopped before her, then gripped a handful of her hair, jerking her to him. Pain shot through her skull. She gritted her teeth and focused on his energy, his Alpha power. As his mate, she had the ability to use his strengths. Something he hadn’t realized she could do. Or maybe he thought she didn’t know how.

“You have crossed the line for the last time, asshole.”

He bared his teeth and flipped her so he could shove her torso against the desk. Her vision blinked out as her head hit the wood. When he started to tug her pants down, she roared and jerked her head up, slamming it into his nose.

Crying out, he released her and stumbled away a few steps. Not wasting time, she shifted into her wolf faster than she ever had before and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. Her wolf had taken over, and for once the woman relished in it.

The thought that it was unfair to fight another while they were in human form was a whisper. One her wolf ignored. Mason Doyle had fucked over his last victim.

She struck, fast and hard, sinking her teeth into his neck. He bucked under her, but he was unable to shake her off. Adrenaline raced through her veins, fueling the rage. The animal wanted blood for all the innocents lost over the years. With a growl, she shook her head, tightening her hold until his body went limp and the mating bond broke.

Her breaths came in and out in deep waves as she slowly backed away. The taste of his blood coated her tongue. The wolf wanted to finish him, to revel in the kill, but there was no time. Someone was coming, and without the bond to the Pack she couldn’t tell who.


Alpha’s Mate

Louisa Bacio

With his tribe’s sworn enemy hunting him down, Hector must convince Kaitlyn that she’s his destiny – the only person able to revive the were-jaguar and legend of the Olmec — before it’s too late.

Prologue

“Someday, you’ll be queen, and save your tribe from extinction.” Kaitlyn’s grandmother placed a wrinkled hand over her own and squeezed tight.She exhaled her last breath with a raspy rattle and slipped into death’s sweet embrace.

Kaitlyn’s blonde hair covered her streaming tears as she leaned over her grandmother’s body – her heart torn between loss and the relief that cancer’s evil toll had finally ended.

She smoothed back the old woman’s thinning dark hair. She’d forever remember her Nana’s dying words but wouldn’t place much stock in them. Life might be different if she didn’t live in Seal Beach, California. There were no tribes here. She barely talked to anyone outside her own family or the kids she taught.

Queen of her tribe? Highly unlikely.

Chapter One

Warm hands pressed against his rock-hard abdomen, and the scent of the sea filled his senses, reminding him of standing on the cliffs and looking out into the great blue unknown. The air drew tightly into his lungs, and he shuddered, sending the dry foreign substance swirling from his arteries. So many years of nothingness, and suddenly, he was awake.

“No Shayla, don’t touch,” a soothing voice corrected. The muffled tones sounded like an ancient harvest song after a fresh rain. “You’re not supposed to touch the pretty statue.”

Please keep stroking me, he called out in his mind. Each caress fueled his being. There, a fingertip, ever so softly running over his arm. Small hands, followed by larger, softer ones. A mother and her child? His brothers teased him that he liked the non-traditional females. If a mother had woken him, he hoped she didn’t have a mate.

Only one of the chosen women of his tribe, or their descendents, could possibly wake a warrior. Although prophecies foretold this event, and the elders and his brothers had prepared for such an occasion, it was hard to fathom that the time had finally arrived.

He strained within his confines to see his savior, so he would know who to thank. But no, she stood to the side, and as she walked away all he glimpsed was light hair, the color of the sun’s rays. Later. There would be plenty of time to show his gratitude once he broke free from his stone prison. Now, it was only a matter of time, and he had plenty of that.


Enchanting the Sea Wolf

Kristal Hollis

A mermaid might fall in love with a wolf, but will they survive the dark forces bent on their mutual destruction.

Chapter 1

Sweltering heat rained down on the uninhabited island off Central Florida’s east coast. In wolfan form, Eason Stratton carefully padded through the expanse of slender pines and thickets of cabbage palms.

Having explored every inch of Coquina Cay since childhood, Eason knew where to leap, zig and zag to avoid injury. Today, however, he wasn’t alone.

“Not much of a paradise.” Chad Miller’s voice whispered through Eason’s mind.

Wahyas—an ancient species of wolf shifters, communicated telepathically with one another when in their wolfan forms.

“It’s a matter of perspective.” Eason glanced at his childhood friend, the brindle-colored wolf keeping pace with him. “Yours changed a long time ago.

“I suppose yours never will.” Chad’s wistfulness underscored the subtle tension growing between them over the last few weeks.

“This place is as much a part of me as my wolf.” Eason’s earliest memories were of picnics and fishing trips on the pristine beach with his grandfather, William, the previous Alpha of the Eau Gallie pack. “I could no more diverge myself from Coquina Cay than I could stop being Wahya.

“Except that you can. Being Wahya is genetic. Coming here is a choice.” Chad’s frustrated growl was expected. No one understood the maddening instinct that continually pulled Eason back to the island. Not even Eason himself.

“Did you tag along today just to pick a fight?” Eason halted. “Or is something else going on?”

Chad’s hard gaze dispelled any notion that the request to join Eason on the excursion was an attempt to smooth the rough patch they’d hit in their life-long friendship. “Yesterday, the marine patrol found a bow rider anchored offshore, and the boaters were trespassing on the beach.”

“Tourists, probably.” No one in Bellamar, the coastal town several nautical miles due west, would waste their time trekking out to the Eau Gallie pack’s private island which lacked the modern conveniences of running water and electricity.

“Well, they weren’t happy to get booted off,” Chad said telepathically. “In case they returned, I didn’t want you confronting them alone. Especially because the marine patrol suspects smugglers are making their way up the coast.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Can you?” Chad scoffed. “Because your head is always in the clouds.”

“My head has never been in the clouds.” Though Eason kept the snark from his thoughts, tension crept along his spine.

“Underwater, then.” Chad made no attempt to restrain his contempt. “Geezus, Eason. When will you grow up? You can’t play in the ocean for the rest of your life.”

“Why not? It’s my life and I intend to enjoy it.” For good measure, Eason added an air of flippancy to his thoughts.

“The pack needs a leader, not a beach bum.” With a rough snort, Chad darted back the way they’d come.


Alpha’s Fight

Christa Ann

Getting into an accident and crashing her Jeep wasn’t on her to do list. Now, she finds herself on pack territory and far from home. She didn’t expect to wake up inside an infirmary facing the Alpha.

Chapter 1

A tall man wearing camouflage came into view caring an automatic rifle. “Follow me.” he started walking back the way he came.

Carson’s voice boomed, “Who are you and where are you taking us? I want an explanation.” Being the alpha, he expected an answer.

Stopping, the stranger glanced over his shoulder to look at Carson. “You will be informed at the next stop. I don’t take orders from you, alpha. If you want the answers you seek, I suggest you follow me. Or you can go back to your pack. Your choice, make it.” He looked forward and continued on the path he started.

Logan came to stand beside Carson, “I don’t like this. You stay here alpha. If it’s safe, I’ll come back for you.”

“You all come, or no one will. That’s the only option.” The man never stopped moving.

“Let’s go, Logan. Just keep your eyes and ears open.” Carson shot a look at the man they followed. “Can I at least have your name?”

Glancing over his shoulder, “It’s Clay.”

Jag spoke for the first time. “I’ll cover the back, alpha.”

Carson took the lead with Logan following and Jag at the end, guarding their backs. He sent a message to both Logan and Jag. Remember, stay alert. I don’t like this, but we need answers. As they moved deeper into the forest Carson listened to small animals racing over leaves and twigs on the ground. The birds above resting on branches began calling to one another, alerting them of the predators. Suddenly, everything went silent and his shoulders stiffened. He heard sounds that shouldn’t be there. Footsteps not a part of their group shuffled, moving quietly but not silent enough.

At the same time Logan yelled, “Get down!”

Five men holding guns appeared out from every direction. They were all masked with camouflage in greens and browns. The one in front spoke, “Alpha. We’re only here to make sure no fighting starts and to escort you the rest of the way.” The unknown man emphasized the word ‘escort’.

How had he not scented them? They must be able to mask their scent somehow. Do either of you scent anything off? Both Logan and Jag shook their heads.

“You will need to give me more proof then just your word.” Carson growled out while in his crouched position, claws extended and ready to shift.

“Hello, old friend.” That came from a familiar voice he hasn’t heard in over five years.

“Decker? What the fuck?” The surprise evident in his voice.

Decker held his hand up to halt his questions, “Yes, it’s me. I had to ensure that you would come. Just follow me.”

“Why didn’t you just call me? Why all the sneaking around and what’s with the guns?” Carson retracted his claws and stood upright, stunned by who was behind all this.

Carson sent a silent message to his enforcers. Stay vigilant. Only members of his pack that completed the rights of section could send and receive telepathic messages, so their conversations were silent to outsiders.

When they came to the opening in the trees Carson stopped dead in his tracks at the military tent that had tables, chairs and equipment. But, what shocked him the most were the three other alphas standing there with guns trained on them. “What the fuck is going on?”


Marradith, Darkly

Lori Titus

In an alternate dimension, Marradith Ryder does not wear the white hat.
Instead, she was raised by Leighton to carry on one of the oldest of werewolf traditions; to become a Pack Mother, leader of a tribe of wolves. Will Marradith follow his orders? Or is she willing to destroy everything in her path to get what she wants?

Prologue

“I have taken back his soul,” Xia said.

“He gave it willingly?” Adam asked. “Without reservation?”

She glanced away from his face then. “I threatened his wife. He gave it up then.”

Adam shook his head. This simpleton child, for all the accolades their kind gave her, knew nothing. His experience in the reclamation of souls spanned millennia longer than her existence.

“You know that he comes from a long, and powerful line of warlocks, don’t you? Despite the contract, one must be careful. It’s been centuries since the agreement was first made, and his collection far overdue. If some slight thing were to go wrong, there’s just no telling…. I don’t suppose he spoke any words that you didn’t recognize? An incantation?”

“I know what I am doing,” she replied, trembling. A sound, like claws against a chalkboard, burst from her mouth. Blood tears spilled from her eyes. Adam drew back. He laughed. Her histrionics didn’t impress him.

“I have one question for you then,” Adam said. “If you’ve taken his soul, why hasn’t the body died? Don’t worry, Xia. I’ll find him.”

Part One

The wind blew. Cold crept into his flesh; he could not even shiver. His eyes were heavy. In the darkness, he barely saw a sliver of moon. There were trees above and a pristine, black sky. Closing his eyes, floating in the depth of a greater darkness, calm washed over him.

“Rafael, get up.”
A female voice seemed to echo from somewhere behind him. The voice was familiar, though he could not place it. It didn’t matter, he decided. Nothing did anymore.

“Rafi.”

The familiar nickname made him think of his wife. Fiona. Bright red hair and sky blue eyes. He cringed. Just as he remembered her name, she evaporated before his mind’s eye, a wisp of smoke and fancy.

“Damn you.”

The voice was closer now. Who was this woman? She seemed to be whispering in his ear. He felt the soft warmth of her breath against his cheek as she bent over him. There was a pause. She was moving around him now, carefully placing her steps in the snow. He could tell by the sound, the crunch as she moved. Then was a whoosh of sound. A boot connected to his ribs. He screamed as the pain shot through his side. He cried out, half cursing, half sobbing. A hot flush of liquid bubbled up from his stomach, acid burning his mouth.

“Fuck you!” he yelled, spitting, getting to his knees. His voice echoed back through the emptiness, the dead trees and their burden of snow.

A feminine giggle erupted into a full laugh. “You wish,” she said. “Get up.”


Alpha Untamed

Misha Carver

A small town, a lone wolf, a sexy waitress, and a crime ring. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter One – Michael

“To a great week,” Jonathan shouted over the music as he clinked his beer bottle against mine, Bob’s, and Charlie’s.

Yeah, a great week, I thought to myself. It was the worst week of my entire life. I’d prosecuted six cases, and lost five of them. My days as a prominent lawyer were coming to a close if I couldn’t get back on top.

A five-year winning streak, and one week threatened to topple it all. My feet kept tapping on the floor, not so much to the loud music playing in the background, but more out of nervousness.

The guys, they all had a great week defending their cases against me and pulling ahead. A great week for them was a huge defeat for me, and yet there I was celebrating with them, just like they’d helped me celebrate each and every win along the way. It just felt so wrong. I never lost. NEVER. But I had, and I’d lost big.

“Ah, suck it up, Michael,” Charlie said as he took another sip from his bottle. “You can’t win every time.”

Charlie was such a schmuck. With his red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes, he appeared much more innocent than he was. Judges let him get away with countless courtroom antics because of his boyish good looks along with his ability to win almost any debate.

Wanna bet? I thought as I nodded my head in agreement with him. I didn’t have the energy to argue with an idiot.

“Buy me another beer, loser,” Bob said as he set his empty bottle down on the table and grinned.

Great, thanks for rubbing it in, I thought to myself as I motioned for the waitress to come over and grabbed a twenty out of my pocket. After the week I’d had, I didn’t need to be reminded of my failures.



Lia Davis’ Bio and Links

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In 2008, Lia Davis ventured into the world of writing and publishing and never looked back. She has published more than twenty books, including the bestselling A Tiger’s Claim, book one in her fan favorite Ashwood Falls series. Her novels feature compassionate yet strong alpha heroes who know how to please their women and her leading ladies are each strong in their own way. No matter what obstacle she throws at them, they come out better in the end.

While writing was initially a way escape from real world drama, Lia now makes her living creating worlds filled with magic, mystery, romance, and adventure so that others can leave real life behind for a few hours at a time.

Lia’s favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers, but it’s her home and she loves it!

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Louisa Bacio’s Bio and Links
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A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.She shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.


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Kristal Hollis’ Bio and Links

Krista Hollis

Southern born and bred, Kristal Hollis grew up amid cane fields and orange groves. Books fed her imagination, providing adventurous portals to ancient civilizations, medieval fiefdoms, alternate realities and futuristic worlds. Then, a friend gave her Johanna Lindsey’s FIRES OF WINTER, a historical romance which ignited a life-long love affair with romantic fiction.

After earning a degree in psychology, Kristal has enjoyed career and volunteer endeavors that have included sales, banking, social services, and animal rescue. When a family medical situation required her to take a work sabbatical, she began penning deliciously dark paranormal romances as an escape from the real-life drama. Even though the crisis passed, her passion for writing continues.

A 2015 Golden Heart® finalist, she sold her qualifying manuscript “Howlin’ Hearts” to Harlequin Nocturne. Retitled, AWAKENED BY THE WOLF, the book debuted June 2016.

Currently, Kristal lives with her husband and two rescued dogs at the edge of the enchanted forest that inspires her stories.


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Christa Ann’s Bio and Links

Christa Ann

Christa Ann started out writing poems like her mother. One day, stories started coming to the front of her mind. Romance, shifter, western and places unknown but they demanded to be created. Her debut novel, Finding Love Again – a contemporary western romance and first in a tantalizing new series – releases in the fall 2016.

She grew up in Maryland and now lives in Southwest Florida with her husband, daughter, and two kitties (one Bengal named Jasmine and one Maine Coon named Midnight). She’s a proud grandmother of two granddaughters and one grandson.

Some of her favorite things are being with her family and friends, reading, hiking, traveling and her love for chocolate. Being Irish/Scottish, Christa also Irish step dances with her daughter and loves St. Patrick Day and Bunratty Mead. She also enjoys playing her piano; she’s been playing for 36 years.

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Lori Titus’ Bio and Links

Lori Titus

USA Today Bestselling Author and Bram Stoker Award Finalist Lori Titus is a Californian with an affinity for speculative fiction. Her work explores mysticism and reality, treading the blurred line between man and monster. She thrives on coffee and daydreams when she isn’t writing or plotting out her next story.

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Misha Carver’s Bio and Links

Misha Carver

Misha loves writing romances and making up new stories for her readers. So many stories flood her imagination every day and she enjoys writing them down so she can share them with all of you.

Misha lives in a small town with her four children and two cats. When she’s not writing, she enjoys cooking, knitting, and reading.

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