Texas Lullaby – Whispering Springs, TX Book 7 By Cynthia D’Alba



Texas Lullaby
Whispering Springs, TX Book 7
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Cynthia D’Alba

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Sometimes what you think you don’t want
is exactly what you need.

After a long four-year engagement, Lydia Henson makes her decision. Forced to choice between having a family or marrying a man who adamantly against fathering children, she chooses the man. She can live without children. She can’t live without the man she loves.

Jason Montgomery doesn’t want a family, or at least that’s his story and he’s sticking to it. The falsehood is less emasculating than the truth.

On the eve of their wedding, Lydia is unexpectedly given her sister’s three children to raise. Jason and Lydia’s well-planned life is thrown into chaos. Everything Jason has sworn he doesn’t want is within his grasp. But as he reaches for the golden ring, life delivers another twist.

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I love Jason and Lydia. They were finally getting married after what is in Jason’s family a long engagement. Unfortunately on the way to the wedding Lydia’s sister and her family are in a tragic accident. Through the tears in my eyes I experienced all the emotional turmoil with Lydia and her parents. With the wedding postponed, decisions have to be made as Meridith’s three children become Lydia’s.

Jason never wanted children or that’s what he’s convinced everyone and himself. He has a secret there that no one knows. Seeing Lydia take on the role of motherhood, he finds himself in love with the children as much as he loves her. The problem will be convincing her and everyone else he still wants this marriage and all it involves.

This is just one of my favorite scenes with Jason and the kids.

The hotel advertised a small, indoor kiddie pool, one of the reasons he’d chosen this place. The girls giggled and pranced and twisted around like they had ants in their pants as they all walked down to the pool area. The kiddie pool was maybe six inches deep where the kids walked in and might have been two or two-and-a-half feet at its deepest, but that was about it, thank goodness. He pulled a lounge chair closer and let the girls wade in the water. Within seconds, they were laughing and splashing each other.

Levi pushed against Jason’s chest, wanting down. He didn’t have a suit for the baby. Heck, he didn’t have one for himself. He hadn’t even thought about Levi wanting in the water. The baby began crying… loudly. Jason knew Levi wasn’t hungry and his diaper wasn’t dirty. The only thing he might want is the water.

Jason sighed, pulled Levi’s shirt over his head and took off his shorts, leaving him dressed only in his diaper. He put a towel on the concrete where the pool was the shallowest. He sat on the towel and sat Levi in the water, whose diaper quickly sucked up water and doubled in size. Levi gurgled and splashed, a glob of drool dripping from his toothless grin.

“Uncle Jason,” Ellery said. “You should come in too.”

Jason chuckled. “I forgot my swim suit. I can’t.”

“Levi doesn’t have on one,” Annie said.

Oh, yeah. Jason could picture his explanation to the cop who would arrest him for getting into a kiddie pool wearing only his briefs. “But officer, Levi didn’t have on pants either.”

“That’s true,” he said. “But I like sitting here watching you guys play.”

The girls lay in the water, practiced swimming like someone named Ariel, whoever that was, and had a floating contest. Levi, on the other hand, loved hitting the water with his palms, effectively throwing water droplets on Jason. Before long, Jason’s shirt was fairly damp. He didn’t mind. In fact, he was getting quite a kick out of watching them play.

He checked his phone for the time and to see if he’d missed a call from Lydia. Almost five p.m. and no call. That made him a little nervous. Sure she was fine, he nonetheless would have appreciated her checking in. He didn’t know how long to let the girls swim or what to do about dinner.

At close to six, the girls were wearing down. He’d taken Levi out of the pool and gotten him redressed without getting squirted. A real accomplishment, in Jason’s opinion.

“Uncle Jason. I’m hungry,” Ellery said.

“Me too,” Annie echoed.

“Me three,” Jason answered, which made the girls giggle. “How about we go back to the room, get cleaned up, and I’ll have dinner delivered to the room.”

“What are we eating?” Ellery asked. “I want chicken.”

“Me too,” Annie echoed.

“I think we can do that. Get on out of the pool and let’s get you wrapped up in the towels.”

Damn, he was tired. The kids were cute and funny, but they were energy vampires.
D’Alba, Cynthia. Texas Lullaby (Whispering Springs, TX Book 7) (Kindle Locations 364-388). Riante Romance, Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

There a many hurdles to conquer for Lydia in this book and I applaud Jason for everything he did at least until the unexpected.

I laughed and cried a lot in this book, it really is one of my favorites in this series.

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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.


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Montana D-Force – Brotherhood Protectors Book 3 by Elle James



Montana D-Force
Brotherhood Protectors Book 3
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Elle James


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Medically discharged from the army, Tate “Bear” Parker, former Delta-Force soldier, now works for Brotherhood Protectors as a bodyguard. Gruff but outgoing, his in-your-face cheerful exterior hides wounds invisible from the outside. He hopes to keep those scars undercover and get on with his life and his job, with no one the wiser.

Mia Chastain grew up in Eagle Rock, Montana. Now a successful screenwriter, she’s hit a brick wall writing a movie script about a young woman struggling to come to grips with her life in the aftermath of a brutal attack. Mia returns to her hometown to face her own demons and write the script she knows she must. A secret she’s kept buried for a very long time makes her fearful of facing her homecoming alone. When her old school friend suggests she hire a bodyguard, she jumps on the idea, determined to stay the course, with the help of a strong, ruggedly handsome guardian.

In the performance of his protective service, the damaged soldier falls under the spell of the shy screenwriter. They forge an unlikely bond in an effort to keep her safe as the secrets of her past come back to haunt her and threaten to destroy the life she’s built.

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It would take a lot of courage for Mia to do what she came to Eagle Rock to do. She’s going to write the screenplay based on the events that happened to her thirteen years ago. Unfortunately someone is already trying to scare her away.

This is a favorite scene where she meets Bear for the first time and Sadie and Hank find out the truth of why she came here to write.

With no one knocking on his door or offering him a job, Bear had begun to slip into a dark place he’d never gone before. The temptation to self-medicate with alcohol had been so real, he’d nearly succumbed.

Then he’d gotten the call. One rainy day in D.C., his phone rang. He hadn’t recognized the number, but he’d crossed his fingers and prayed it wasn’t a salesman.

The caller had been Hank Patterson, founder of the Brotherhood Protectors personal security agency. Based on Swede’s recommendation, he’d offered him a job to come to work in Montana providing personal security to clients.

Bear hadn’t hesitated. He’d packed his duffel bag and boarded a plane the next day.

Fortunately, he’d hit the ground running when Swede’s first assignment went code red and every member of the Brotherhood Protector had gone into combat mode to protect Swede’s client.

That had been a couple weeks ago. Since then, they hadn’t had a client contact them. Hank had warned Bear that they were a new startup company and they wouldn’t be advertising. All of their clients would come to them by word of mouth.

Well, word of mouth wasn’t bringing in droves of clients. If something didn’t come up soon, Bear would have to find alternate work.

Though Hank promised he could stay at White Oak Ranch until work picked up, Bear didn’t like living off the good will of others.

The pain in his leg had dissipated enough Bear was considering going back to bed when lights flashed between the trees, indicating a vehicle coming up the long drive to the ranch house.

His pulse quickened, and he debated waking Hank, but didn’t have time. At the speed the vehicle flew up the road, it would be at the house before Bear could climb the stairs to the second floor and wake the boss.

The car skidded to a stop in the gravel, but the driver didn’t get out right away.

With his heart racing, adrenaline pumping and, curiosity aroused, Bear waited for the driver to make the first move.

Finally, the driver’s door opened, and a woman leaped out. Petite, with dark hair hanging down past her shoulders and wearing a baggy T-shirt and cowboy boots, she ran toward the house.

When she jogged up the steps to the porch, Bear stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

The woman screamed, and would have fallen backward, if Bear hadn’t wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed her to his chest.

She struggled, kicked and cried out.

Bear held on, afraid she would trip and fall if he let go. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Either she couldn’t hear him or was too frightened to listen. She didn’t stop fighting until the porch light blinked on.

Hank slammed through the door, his wife, Sadie, on his heels. “What’s going on?”

The woman in Bear’s arms slowed her fight and glanced up.

“I don’t know,” Bear said, his arms clamping the wildcat’s arms to her sides. “This woman showed up like her world was on fire and ran toward the house. I blocked her path, and she tried to tear me apart.”

Sadie stepped out from behind Hank. Her eyes widened. “Mia?”

Bear’s captive sagged against him, and her entire body trembled.

“Oh, my God, Mia.” Sadie rushed forward.

Bear loosened his hold, but not all the way. As limp as the woman Sadie had called Mia had gone, he wasn’t certain she could stand.

Sadie pulled her from his arms and hugged her.

“What happened?”

Mia buried her face against her friend’s chest, shook her head and continued to tremble.

“Bring her inside, Sadie,” Hank said, holding the door open.

Bear stepped away from the two women, feeling as if he’d kicked a puppy. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He reached out to touch her shoulder.

Mia flinched and stepped sideways to avoid his touch.

“It’s okay,” Sadie soothed. “Let’s get you inside, and then you can tell us what happened.”

Bear was the last through the door. This Mia woman seemed pretty shaken by something, and he felt like he was part of the cause. The sooner he figured out what was going on, the better.

Sadie led Mia into the living room where she sat with her on the couch.

Bear stood at the entrance, not wanting to cause the lady any more distress. For some reason, she was afraid of him.

Sadie stroked Mia’s back and spoke soothingly to her, until Mia finally stopped shaking and straightened.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I didn’t come back to Eagle Rock to fall apart on your doorstep.”

“You know you’re welcome here, no matter what. And for the record, I wasn’t keen on you staying in your old house until you had it where you wanted it.” Sadie gave her a gentle smile. “Tell me what happened that scared you so badly.”

Mia glanced toward the darkened window and a tremor shook her body. “I was having a bad dream when something woke me.” She drew in a shaky breath and let it out. “I got up to check it out and went down the stairs. I found the back door to the kitchen wide open.”

Sadie’s brows dipped. “Could the wind have blown it open?”

Mia shook her head and looked at Sadie. “I locked all the doors and windows before I went to bed. Not only was the door open, the doorframe was splintered. Someone broke it open. And no, I’m not buying the ghost theory. Ghosts don’t break doorframes.”

Sadie’s frown deepened. “No. They don’t.” She pulled Mia into her arms. “I’m glad you came here. You can’t go back until you have the deadbolt fixed and a decent security system installed.”

Mia shook her head, her lips thinning into a straight line. “I have to go back. Whoever did this can’t get away with it. I refuse to let anyone scare me away from my family home. I’m tired of being the victim.”

Bear’s fists clenched into fists. The bullish frown on Mia’s face made him want to go after her demons as much as she wanted to.

Sadie gripped her friend’s arms. “What are you talking about?”

Mia’s chin lifted, even as tears filled her eyes again. She swiped at them with the back of her knuckles. “Did I tell you about the script I came to write?”

Sadie shook her head. “No.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Mia glanced around at the men in the room, as if in challenge. Then she turned to Sadie. “It’s about a woman who returns to her hometown thirteen years after she was brutally raped to find the man who did it to her.”

Sadie tilted her head to the side. A frown dug a line between her brows. “That’s a tough one to write.”

“Even tougher when it’s based on a true story.”

Sadie gasped. “Mia?”

The smaller woman nodded. “On my way home from school, thirteen years ago.”

Bear’s chest tightened. Mia couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen at the time. What kind of animal would have done such a thing?

Sadie’s hand dropped to the swell of her belly. “Who?”

Mia shook her head. “I don’t know. He wore a ski mask. I never knew who did it.”
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Hank is determined to figure out who the rapist was all those years ago and Mia has the revelation of what if she wasn’t the only victim back then or since.

Bear becomes her protection and a bond forms between them as they battle their respective demons.

A heartrending story, with love and support of friends, a new relationship and so many twists you won’t be able to put this books down.

I have rest of the books in this series and now I can’t stop reading it. On to book 4.

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Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.

As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!

Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.

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Release Blitz! I Am The Storm – Storm Warning Book 5 by Geri Foster





I Am The Storm
Storm Warning Book 5
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Newly pinned Rainwater Detective, David Anderson is thrilled with his promotion, and it’s just as impressive to the ladies. Living a bachelor’s dream, the sun is shining in his little slice of heaven, and things can’t get much better. He should’ve known storm clouds would eventually roll in. They blew into town with the arrival of a blast from his past. The one-night-stand he never forgot. She’s in trouble and hiding a secret.

Amelia Hightower can’t think of anywhere else to go for help except the recently promoted Detective in Rainwater, Texas. She and her daughter, and the information she possesses that got her boss murdered in Dallas, will only be safe with him. She risks the chance he will turn his back on her as he had years earlier.

Years of resentment had her convinced that their night together meant nothing to the local playboy. Can they learn to forgive? Will David accept his new position as a daddy? Can Amelia trust him ever? Will love win this battle? Find out in I AM THE STORM!

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Wow, Amelia really needs to lighten up a bit. Apparently she can’t get past David’s reputation of being a womanizer, even though she’s just sprung on him the fact they have a child. A four year old he knew nothing about, since he didn’t answer his phone, all those years ago.

Amelia has a bigger problem that she needs help with. Her boss the Dallas DA was shot down in front of her and now she fears for her safety and her daughter’s.

It’s going to take some convincing but David follows her back to Dallas and talks her into picking up Leah and taking them both to Rainwater.

This is a favorite scene when David meets his daughter.

“Leah, do you know what a daddy is?”

“I know Mia has one. It’s a tall man who kisses her mommy a lot.”

“Yes, they do sometimes, but mostly they love their daughters.”

“Amelia,” her mother snapped. “I don’t think she’ll understand.”

“I’m not lying to her now only to correct it later, Mom. It’s not like I’m giving her to him.”

She turned back to Leah. “Daddies love their daughters just like a mommy.” She raised her hand to David, who slowly knelt. “This is your daddy. His name is David, but you can call him whatever you feel comfortable with.”

David held out his hand. “Hi, Leah.”

She studied him closely, her dark brows pulled together, her face scrunched up in confusion. Tilting her head, she made her choice and placed her hand in his. “I want to call you Daddy.”

Okay, David never thought he’d say it or feel it, but he fell head over heels in love with his daughter in that instant. Nothing had ever been so perfect in his eyes. He fought back tears as she walked into his arms and hugged him lightly. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in the sweet scent.

Amelia patted him on the back. “It’s sort of overwhelming, isn’t it?”

He nodded briefly as his arm came around Leah and enveloped her in the protection of his parental pride. Nothing this heady had ever happened to him and if he lived to be a hundred, he didn’t think it would again.

Too soon, Leah stepped back and peered into his eyes. It was like looking at a younger version of his mom.

She put her hand next to her mouth and whispered, “Grandma said we can have ice cream.” She leaned closer, slipping her mother a sideways glance. “Do you like ice cream?”

He grinned. “I love it.”

She squealed with delight and clapped her hands. “Me too.” Then she turned, opened the door and ran into the kitchen, her grandma right behind her and Beaver nipping at her heels.

“So,” Amelia asked, looking at him unsurely. “What do you think?”

“She is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen.” He turned to her. “She really looks like my mother.”

She cocked her head and a laugh escaped her. “Look in the mirror. She’s the spitting image of you.”

He smiled to himself, considering that. Moving into the kitchen, he noticed Leah was struggling to get into a chair at the table. His instincts told him to jump over and help her, but he hesitated, watching as she finally righted herself and sat up waiting for her treat. She smiled over at him then and pointed to the chair next to her. “You can sit there and we’ll eat ice cream together.”

“Sounds good.” He slid in the chair and folded his hands on the table, waiting.

Amelia joined them and Diane brought the ice cream over, scooping it into bowls for each of them. When she placed his bowl in front of him, he picked up his spoon, but Leah immediately put her hand out to stop him. “Wait,” she said. “You have to have sprinkles.”

“Oh, I guess that’s the best part.”

“Yes. They make the ice cream gooder.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the magical being sitting next to him. Her long brown hair stopped at the middle of her back, hanging in ringlets. Her brown eyes were exactly like his, so was the smile. As he searched, he found little about Leah resembling Amelia.

She was all his. Even her little hands were exactly like his mother’s. Small, dainty, with her little finger much shorter than the rest.

“She looks a lot like your mom, doesn’t she?” Diane remarked.

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “More than I would’ve thought possible.”

Amelia put down her spoon and licked her lips. “That’s why she carries her name. It just seemed right.”

He glanced over at her, a lump in his throat. She’d done all the right things. Maybe not telling Leah she had a dad made for an uncomfortable start, maybe it didn’t, but it all worked out in the end. Leah appeared to be healthy, happy and well loved. Now, more than ever. “Thank you for that. It really touches my heart.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait for dad and Olivia to meet her. They are going to be so surprised.”

Amelia looked at him with concern. “I thought we were going stay to ourselves.” She gulped. “For our own protection.”

“We can do that, but it’s not healthy to lock Leah up and never let her leave the house. We have to be reasonable.”

She bit her lip. “But what if —”

“No need to discuss all this in front of her.”
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David has to convince Amelia that what he feels for her is different, that he is different. Amelia has to let go of her issues with his past all while they try to figure out how to take down the Garza gang.

I loved Amelia’s family especially her brother Lincoln, who wants Garcia for more than the threat to his sister. The town of Rainwater truly comes together when the stakes are high.

This is a very emotional, tense, and suspenseful book. Plenty of family support and lots of love with the perfect amount of heat.

I definitely have to go back and read the rest of this series.

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For as long as she can remember, Geri Foster has been a lover of reading and the written word. By the seventh grade she had worn out two library cards and had read every book in her age area of the library. After raising a family and saying good-bye to the corporate world, she tried her hand at writing.

To her surprise, she won a couple of contests, hooked up with a really great critique group and her writing career was well on its way. She spent several years studying her craft and developing her voice.

Action, intrigue, danger and sultry romance drew her like a magnet. That’s why she had no choice but to launch her published career with action-romance suspense. While she reads every genre under the sun, she’s always been drawn to guns, bombs and fighting men. Secrecy and suspense move her to write edgy stories about daring and honorable heroes who manage against all odds to end up with their one true love.

To keep the serious side of life at bay, Geri likes to write sexy short stories for her fans. In the Women of Courage series, Geri explores the deeper, darker nuances of life and relationships in small-town mid-century America.

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ARC Review! Forever Broken – Talon Pack Book 9 By Carrie Ann Ryan



Forever Broken
Talon Pack Book 9
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In the finale to the award-winning Talon Pack series from NYT bestselling author Carrie Ann Ryan sets, the final Brentwood must find his mate as the war with the Aspens comes to a close.

Cheyenne Liles has watched all of her friends mate into the Talon Pack and have their lives changed forever, one by one. She’s stood back, helpless to assist in the war with a rival Pack. But just when she thinks her time with the Talons is over and believes she should move on with her human life, the Aspen Pack Alpha takes matters into his own hands, altering her fate far more than a single mate mark ever could.

Max Brentwood used to be the smiling one, the only Brentwood who was somehow able to save his soul during the last Alpha’s reign. But his life was irrevocably changed one fateful day on the battlefield, and he was never the same again. Suddenly, Max is forced to face his future and make a choice when Cheyenne comes into danger: let fate decide, or watch his world crumble around him.

The shifters of this world have fought demons, humans, and themselves. Now, it’s time to find out who they truly are as the war between the Packs ends, and the moon goddess finally takes a stand.

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Cheyenne was terrified, Blade the Alpha of the Aspens has her. She’s going to die, she knows it and for some purpose only Blade understands.

Blade has an artifact that he is activating, one he shouldn’t have. Now that he has proclaimed himself Supreme Alpha, he needs this artifact to show all the Alpha’s he means business.

But Cheyenne didn’t die, thanks to Max and the Moon Goddess, and now she is some sort of catalyst for the artifact. It’s also killing her and Blade every time he activates it.

A tense, extremely emotional, touching and tearful end to this series. A favorite scene is in the excerpt below don’t miss it.

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“Max?”

Her voice was even more hoarse than his, and he leaned down, doing the only thing he could think of. He brushed his lips against her forehead. “Don’t speak. Let me get you some water for your throat.”

Her hands tightened on his shirt, and he froze.

“Or I can call my cousin in to help.”

She just blinked at him, and the bond between them flared. He couldn’t feel what she was feeling, their connection was far too new for that, and he didn’t know what kind of bond they would share anyway. But the fact that her eyes widened told him that she felt the difference, as well.

That was something they would have to work on. Somehow.

Walker walked in, his pleasant Healer face on, even though Max knew that his cousin was worried about them both. Hell, the whole Pack was worried with war on the mind, and Blade’s announcement about being Supreme Alpha—whatever that meant—far too new for comfort.

“You’re awake. That’s good. Let me get you some water to help your throat.” He tapped his ear as Cheyenne gave Max and then Walker a weird look. “Wolf hearing. I was already on my way in when Max offered to call for me. Why don’t you stay in bed, Max? You’re keeping her heart rate down.” He paused, looking at Cheyenne. “Unless you’d rather him leave the room. It’s all up to you, Cheyenne.”

She shook her head, and Max frowned, a sense of disappointment washing over him even though he tried to ignore the cause of it. Sure, they might be mated, but neither of them had made the choice to do so. So the idea that he was sad that his mate was rejecting him shouldn’t hurt. They weren’t really mates. Or, maybe they were, but they didn’t know each other enough for the pain to make sense.

And maybe Max needed time to breathe because he was thinking himself into circles.

“I…I’m fine.” Max let out a low growl at the sound of the pain in her voice, and she froze in his hold, her hand still resting on his chest.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

She shook her head, then took a sip of the water Walker handed Max. She licked her lips, and Max did his best not to look at those lips. It was his wolf and the mating bond making him act this way, it couldn’t be anything else. Not when they were in this position because of something out of their control. She hadn’t had a choice in the matter and that meant there would be no acting on any urge.

Ever.

“It was the first time I felt a growl.”

He nodded, understanding. “Different for you then?”

She nodded. “You could say that.” She coughed, and he gave her more water, careful that she didn’t spill. “I need to tell you what happened…though I don’t know everything.”

Cheyenne looked over at Walker, then back at Max. “There’s something you need to know.”

Max had a feeling none of them were going to like what she had to say.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

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Releasing Tomorrow! Unmasked – Psychic Visions Book 14 By Dale Mayer





Unmasked
Psychic Visions Book 14
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Dale Mayer

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Childhood dreams can come true—so can nightmares…

Lacey always dreamed of a trip to Pompeii but never thought it would happen, until her cousin calls out of the blue, asking if Lacey would like to replace their photographer on their archeological dig.

Sebastian wasn’t expecting Lacey to be, well … Lacey. But he’s intrigued from the start, and then he sees what she can do— even before she does.

As the images of the past rise in front of Lacey, taxing her artistic ability to document them, strange events start happening. Without reason, the atmosphere on the dig shifts to something supernatural that scares her, intrigues her, then consumes her.

For Sebastian these events all bring back memories of the worst dig in his life, and he can see history repeating itself. He needs to stop it this time. He must protect his team and his friends, but especially Lacey … before everyone dies—just like they did last time.

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Lacey has always wanted to go to Pompeii having been fascinated by a documentary about the eruption when she was just a child. Now the opportunity arises when the photographer on a dig there quits and her cousin, Chana, gives her a call.

With school out, Lacey is able to take advantage of this opportunity and things start getting interesting almost immediately.

What he really wanted was to see what Lacey saw. He stopped at the edge of the dig, turned and called back, “Chana, come here please.”

She raced over.

“What’s the deal with Lacey again?” He watched the color blanch from her face. He shook his head. “It’s fine that she’s here. I just don’t remember what the arrangement was.”

“She’s a middle-school history teacher, out for the summer holidays. I told her how we had lost our photographer, and she volunteered to come. She’s really, really good. But she’s not a pro, and we’re not paying her,” she said very clearly. “But we are covering her costs.”

He shot a glance toward the woman who, even now, was absorbed in a pattern of rock on the ground just off to the side. The mystery of what it was, what it had been, remained buried beneath the ground. Her aura was cream-colored and glowing brightly, even from a distance … “Okay, that’s fine.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Chana said quickly. “She’s my cousin. She’s really doing this as a favor for us.”

He nodded absentmindedly. “I said it’s all right. I do want to see the photos she takes.”

“I didn’t get her to sign a nondisclosure agreement,” she said quickly. “If that’s something you want.”

His mind contemplated the issue. “I’ll think about it. Depends on how willing she is to share her photos.”

“She does this for the joy of it,” Chana said. “For the love of the world around her. She has a very unique insight into everything.”

“And why is that?”

Chana lowered her voice. “I honestly think it’s because she spent years caring for her dying mother— tried to make each moment count before she lost her. No treatment was working, so they knew the end was inevitable, and yet, every day they tried to do something to make that day special. After her mother passed away six months ago, Lacey continued the practice. And coming here has been a dream of hers since forever. All I ever heard from her was how she wanted to see Pompeii.”

He’d taken a step away when he heard that last bit. He spun around and looked at Chana hard. “What do you mean?”

He watched as his team leader shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly? She saw a documentary when she was young, like six or seven. Since then it’s all she’s talked about.”

“And this is her first time here?”

Chana nodded. “I really want to make it a good visit for her. She deserves that. She’s a good person, and she spent a lot of years of her life making her mother’s life easier.”

He kept his thoughts to himself, but he couldn’t keep his gaze off Lacey. What did she see behind that lens of hers? Did she see the people of the past? The death and disaster? The good? The evil?

Voluntarily taking that walk of grief with her mother was difficult. He’d only seen one person do it well— his own mother had nursed his sister to her early end. It took a lot of spirit, a lot of heart, but it could also break someone. And the breaks could be hidden inside where no one knew. That could make them weak, make them easily accessible, make them susceptible to all kinds of dangers. All kinds of evil.

He could admire what she’d done, but she needed watching.

A lot was going on here that nobody knew about, that nobody understood because they couldn’t relate to the dark forces underneath. But anybody who had been called from halfway across the world, with a need instilled at such a young age— well, that meant that person needed to be here. He didn’t know why. But he’d find out. His visit just became open-ended. He didn’t dare leave the site or Lacey alone …

Things were happening. Or maybe evil Mayan god-driven things were happening considering people were doing things they weren’t aware of. He’d seen the anomaly before— starting, as a young man, at a Mayan ruin dig where there’d been similar incidents to what he saw here. Only back then, things got much worse, starting with accelerating verbal squabbles among the crew, for no good reason, but they saw the negative energy coming from one very strong and powerful male energy who was very, very, very angry … ending with several deaths.

The locals blamed Kisin, the Mayan god of death. Sebastian didn’t know what to call it. It was a violent nightmare he was desperate to get out of and by the time it came to a stop, there were only a couple of them left alive.

Deaths that had haunted him ever since. When he’d heard about the incidents on this site, his heart had damn-near exploded in his chest. That was partly why he’d been so angry that his team hadn’t contacted him. They didn’t understand the danger. And they definitely didn’t understand how the darkness underneath was attracted to the light above.

The darkness especially liked the innocence, the energy, the purity of someone like Lacey. More than liked— it fed on it …
Dale Mayer. Unmasked (Kindle Locations 479-517). Valley Publishing. Kindle Edition

As Lacey takes more photos and also sketches areas of the dig. Sebastian realizes that what she is seeing, not only in the photos but portraying in her sketches was uncannily accurate of the past, not the current status of the ruins.

Plenty of strange and unusual occurrences, even stranger people and a possession that will surprise the living daylights out of you. All entwined in the beautiful tragic ruins of Pompeii.

I couldn’t put this book down and I will definitely be reading more of this series.

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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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Texas Hustle – Whispering Springs, TX Book 6 By Cynthia D’Alba



Texas Hustle
Whispering Springs, TX Book 6
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Born into a wealthy family, Porchia Summers has everything except affection. After acting out in a last ditch effort for attention, her parents instead sends her to Whispering Springs before their high-society friends found out about her arrest record.

She builds a good life in Texas until the old boyfriend who got her in trouble tracks her down. Desperate for time to figure out what to do, she places a bid at a bachelor auction on the one man who can get her out of town for a few days.

Darren Montgomery isn’t thrilled to do another charity bachelor auction. In an effort to discourage women, he offers up the worst date he can think of…a week of camping with his entire family. He’s surprised when the town’s sexy, sweet baker buys his date. He’s thrilled but also curious. She’s never accepted any of his dates so now he has to wonder what has changed.

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Porchia’s bakery is a popular place in town, but on this day she gets a very unpleasant surprise. Her ex from many years ago wants retribution for having spent years in jail. She needs time to think about how to deal with this problem. The solution comes in an unusual way at the bachelor auction.

This is a favorite scene.

The emcee tapped on the microphone. “Now here’s an interesting date for sure. A ten-day camping trip with a cowboy. Who wouldn’t want that? Help me welcome Darren Montgomery to our stage.”

Darren strode from the right-side wing wearing jeans, a plaid snap shirt, highly polished cowboy boots and a black hat. He lifted the hat as he entered and bowed to the audience, which drove the ladies into a giggling mania and sent Porchia’s heart racing. Just as every time she saw him, a familiar swirl of lust began to churn in her gut.

Then, before the bidding started, he blew a couple of kisses from the stage, one directly toward their table. Porchia pretended it was meant for all three women, but she would have sworn she felt his lips touch her cheek.

She settled in to watch the women claw each other to death for Darren, resigned that she and Darren were simply not meant to be more than the best of friends.

The opening bid came from Porchia’s right. Five hundred dollars. That made her sit upright. An opening bid of five hundred? For a camping trip? She, and many other women in the room, twisted in their seats trying to get a look at the bidder. Sarah Jane Mackey was waving her paddle and glaring around as though daring anyone else to buy her man, not that Darren was her man. Last year, she’d tried to trap Darren into marriage by stabbing needles into his condom stash. It hadn’t worked, but that hadn’t slowed her obsession.

Another girl stood and raised her paddle. “Seven-fifty.”

“Who’s that?” Delene whispered.

“I was going to ask you guys that same question.”

Tina leaned in. “New chick in town. Name’s Rose or Violet or some flower. I forget. She’s the new nursing director at the hospital. She was in the shop last week. Seems nice enough. Look.” Tina tilted her head toward Sarah Jane. “I think Sarah Jane is trying to kill her competition with a death stare.”

All three women turned and Porchia chuckled. Sarah Jane didn’t stand a candle to June Randolph, Porchia’s mother. Nobody had perfected a death stare like June Randolph. Porchia should know. She’d been on the receiving end more than once.

Tonight, Sarah Jane stood with her hands on her hips, her lips pulled tight across her teeth and glared at the new bidder. Then she raised her paddle again. “One thousand.”

Porchia turned toward the stage to watch Darren’s reaction. She knew him well enough to recognize he was not happy. A date with Sarah Jane had to rank high on his not-to-do list. A two-week vacation with the harpy would be nightmarish.

“Fifteen hundred,” the nurse countered.

“Two thousand.” Sarah Jane continued her threatening stance, which seemed to be working as the nurse pulled down her bidding paddle and sat.

Porchia saw Darren’s lips move as he said something to the emcee, who nodded. Then he caught Porchia’s gaze and gave her a wide-eyed help-me look.

“I have two thousand,” the emcee said. “Are there any other bids?”

Sarah Jane looked around, a triumphant smile on her face. Porchia simply couldn’t let that haughty rich bitch win this date so cheaply, or at least cheap for Sarah Jane. The woman had too much money and wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. If Darren had to spend time with Sarah Jane, Porchia wanted to make sure the cost took a chunk out of Sarah Jane’s obscenely large allowance.

Porchia pushed to her feet. “Two thousand three hundred.”

Before Sarah Jane could react, the emcee said, “Two thousand three hundred going once, twice, sold. Congratulations. Go collect your date, cowboy.”

Porchia’s mouth dropped open. What had just happened?

Tina grabbed Porchia’s arm. “What are you doing?”

“Wow. That didn’t work out like I’d planned.” Porchia pushed to her feet and headed to the cashier before Darren could get to her. She’d explain to him later that she’d been trying to drive up the price.

She was digging for a credit card when Darren caught up with her.

“That surprised me,” he said with a warm smile.

“Me too.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” She pulled the credit card from her wallet.

“Wait. Before you pay, part of my offer for the date was if the winner didn’t want to go or couldn’t go for some reason, I would pay her bid and add a ten percent bonus. So, you’re off the hook. I’ll pay the bid. You don’t have to go away with me.”

Two thoughts occurred almost simultaneously.

First, hadn’t she just told herself that she needed to get away? That she needed some time to think? Camping trips didn’t require a lot of brain power. Eat, sleep and fish or whatever. A few days away could be just what she needed. Besides, she could always take her car and leave whenever she wanted.

Second, and this one really scared her, she wanted to spend ten days with Darren. She enjoyed his company. Relaxed and quick to laugh, he was easy to be with. She could just be herself. He accepted her no matter how she was dressed or what mood she was in.

Sure they flirted…a lot. But the flirty comments had been received with a laugh and then forgotten. That was the kind of friendship they had. So this was simply a friend helping a friend, no romantic entanglement.

She supposed camping could be fun, if dirt, bugs and sweat were on her list of fun things. They weren’t, but she did owe him for stepping in with Slade this morning.

“Nope,” she said and handed the card to the cashier. “I bought you, so you’ll just have to put up with me.”

His lips moved slowly up into a smile. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem at all.
D’Alba, Cynthia. Texas Hustle (Whispering Springs,TX Book 6). Kindle Locations 276-321). Riante Romance, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

Camping with the entire Montgomery clan turns out to be a chaotic, fun, romantic, drama filled time with many surprises. Darren and Porchia are so great together and they are definitely steamy.

Of course there is also Porchia’s problem that rears it’s ugly head in a very traumatic way and her family issues lend some drama.

This is a book that you won’t be able to put down, just wondering what could possibly happen next.

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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.


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Hannah and The Highlander – Untamed Highlanders Book 1 by Sabrina York



Hannah and the Highlander
Untamed Highlanders Book 1
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Highlanders are her weakness.

Hannah Dounreay has no time for suitors who only seem interested in her family’s land, which she manages as well as any man. If she marries, she wants to be loved for the educated, independent woman she is. But when a strong, silent-and spectacularly handsome-Highlander saves her from a violent attack, her heart is stirred. Who is this man? And if he asks for Hannah’s hand, will she be able to resist him?

Love is the most powerful weapon of all.

Alexander Lochlannach, Laird of Dunnet, has no time to lose. The Highlands are in an uproar as clans battle for land-without mercy-and Alexander can’t afford to fall for the wildly attractive, strong-willed Hannah. What’s more, he has a desperate secret, one that could destroy them both. But as their attraction turns into an all-consuming passion, Alexander has no choice but to prove to Hannah that he’s the only man for her-body and soul…in Hannah and the Highlander.

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Hannah is no simpering woman, she’s headstrong, opinionated and although she doesn’t realize it beautiful.

She first sees Alexander as he competes in the caber toss at a neighboring barony, however she falls for him when he saves her from one of her overzealous suitors Niall. However when he doesn’t introduce himself and walks away from her kiss, she dismisses any possibility of more.

Now Alexander has always had an issue with speaking when he gets nervous, and that plagued him when Hannah introduced herself. One thing he knows is that he is going to offer for her hand and pray she accepts.

After another close encounter with Niall, Hannah agrees to marry Alexander, not believing he wants anything more than her lands. She is in for a surprise, and so is he.

This is a favorite scene right before the wedding.

Egads. She wants to speak with him before the wedding…

The door opened immediately, as though she’d been standing there waiting. At the sight of her, his heart stalled and his throat tightened. She had this effect on him each and every time he saw her. God, she was so beautiful.

Her eyes widened, as though she was surprised to see him, which befuddled him, because she’d asked him to come. Then her gaze raked him. He liked to think that look in her eye was a glimmer of appreciation. “Dunnet,” she said. “You’re . . . dressed.”

Aye. Dressed for a wedding. He couldn’t help but notice she was not.

“Lady . . . Hannah.” He bowed. “You wanted to . . . talk?”

She nodded briskly and opened the door wider, stepping back to allow him to enter. He did so and closed the door behind him. The click was deafening. It was not lost on him that he was in her bedchambers. His gaze flicked to the bed. It was slightly rumpled. That made him feel slightly rumpled as well.

This was not the time for his passion to rise.

It did.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, turning away to pace. “I know you are prepared to marry . . . forthwith.” He had no idea why she emphasized the word as she did. “But before we exchange our vows, I have some things that I need to say.”

He nodded, even as relief gushed through him.

She hadn’t changed her mind.

And if she had things to say, he should probably stay silent. And listen.

“You and I need to have an understanding.”

“An . . . understanding?”

“Aye.” His hope was supplanted by a hint of disappointment when she said in a very businesslike tone, “We both know this is a marriage of convenience.”

His gaze snapped to her face. Ernest though her expression was, it lacked the dreamy, romantic tinge a groom might hope for. In fact, she set her chin and shot him a very unromantic glance.

A marriage of convenience? A cold, heartless, distant union? Denial howled. Suddenly, to his surprise, he found he wanted something very different. He longed to respond, to cry out his dissent, but his throat locked.

“There is no reason to pretend this is something other than it is. I agreed to marry you because Dounreay needs your protection and you agreed to marry me for my lands. We are marrying for no other reason. Aye. I understand that. We understand that.”

Nae. We understood nothing of the sort. There was another reason he was determined to marry her, did she but realize.

He wanted her.

“Regardless, Dunnet, my wish is for a peaceful union.”

Peaceful. Aye. Peaceful was good.

“I should like for us to work together as a team. In partnership.”

Aye. He had a partnership in mind. . . .

“If I’m going to pledge myself to a man forever, I need to know that he will respect me. That he will honor my wishes. I need to know he will take my counsel into account.” She fixed Alexander with a steady gaze, as though she expected a response. So he nodded.

She was so beautiful, so earnest. So tantalizing.

He stepped closer, intent on his target.

Her eyes widened as he neared. Her hand on his chest stalled his approach and her brow wrinkled. Her gaze flicked to his mouth and her tongue peeped out, wetting her lips, igniting a flame in his belly. With great effort, she ripped her gaze away and frowned. “Do you agree to my terms?” she asked.

He cupped her cheek and angled her head up. Her breath caught. Her features froze as she realized his intent. “Aye,” he said. “Aye.” And then he did what he’d been thinking about for weeks. What he’d been obsessing over all day. He kissed her.

And it was glorious.
York, Sabrina. Hannah and the Highlander (Untamed Highlanders) (pp. 81-83). St. Martin’s Press. Kindle Edition.

Alexander has no clue about Hannah, but as things start changing in their world, they also get to know one another. Not always an easy task when he keeps writing her notes instead of talking.

Feuds, fun, laughter, tears, ghosts and sizzling romance will have you turning the pages to see what happens next.

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Strength Enduring – Talon Pack Book 8 by Carrie Ann Ryan



Strength Enduring
Talon Pack Book 8
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In the penultimate novel of the Talon Pack series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, an Enforcer must make the ultimate choice when it comes to a human woman with a secret she doesn’t know she holds.

Kameron Brentwood has only one thing on his mind: defeating the enemy. He doesn’t have time for a human woman who sets his teeth on edge and makes his wolf prowl. It shouldn’t matter that she’s his mate because he’s always thought that mating is a distraction. Yet as soon as he gets to know the woman, he figures out that there’s no hiding from the attraction he feels for her.

Dhanielle Coburn has always been on the outside looking in when it comes to the Talon Pack, but she’s not about to let fate and the moon goddess decide her path for her. If and when she takes Kameron as a mate, it will be her choice. Yet when she suddenly finds herself in the Pack’s inner sanctum, deeper than she ever thought possible, she has to fight not only her need for the man in front of her but also a hidden secret about her family she didn’t even know she had.

When the choice is pulled from both of their hands, the two will need to learn who they are apart, and who they can be together. Because there’s more to mating than a mark and a prophecy that has come back to haunt them. And even though they may be fated, the ultimate sacrifice just might take them both in the end.

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Dhanielle ‘Dhani’ Coburn has been having dreams, vivid ones. She has always had ‘feelings’ about things and when she loses her teaching job, because of her association with the Talon pack she heads there to be with her friends.

She knows she needs to be with the pack, and then there is the issue that her and Kameron are mates.

This is a favorite scene, when she has the dream again.

The flames parted, and another surge of fire slammed into her—this time, the burning almost real. She screamed.

Then she found herself sitting up in bed, the scream all too real this time, and sweat dampening her skin. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. It wasn’t easy when all she wanted to do was wrap herself in a blanket and try not to let vertigo take over. Because she couldn’t seem to suck in enough breath.

Then someone slammed what sounded like his or her fist against the door multiple times, and she almost screamed again.

She wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Instead, she was in the middle of a wolf den. This time, instead of Dorothy, she was more like Little Red Riding Hood. Or maybe Goldilocks. If Goldilocks had wolves—but she was in and out of beds, so that counted. The loud knock on her door came again, and she got out of bed, wrapping an afghan around her shoulders as she made her way out of her bedroom, through her small living room, and to the door. She looked through the peephole, and though she should have been annoyed; instead, her whole body relaxed at the sight of who was on the other side.

She opened the heavy, oak door, and Kameron walked right in as if he owned the place, his bare chest with its light dusting of hair glistening under the moonlight since he was a tad sweaty. She did her best not to stare at the sweats riding very low on his hips. Very low. The damn man was way too sexy for his own good. No, scratch that, he was way too sexy for her good.

“I heard a scream. Are you okay?” His voice was a low growl that went straight to her lady parts. She would not cross her legs to relieve the ache.

Her eyes widened, and she could feel her cheeks blush. “You heard me? What were you doing, standing right outside?”

“No, my house is right behind those trees. I’m actually closer to you than Dawn and Mitchell are.” His gaze traveled over her body, and she wrapped the afghan around herself a little tighter. She was only wearing a T-shirt and panties, and suddenly, she felt cold. Bare.

She licked her lips, and his gaze followed the movement. “I didn’t know that.” Someone probably should have warned her, but it wasn’t as if anyone knew what was going on—or not going on—between them. “But I’m okay. I just had a bad dream.” Or a dream that wasn’t a dream, but she didn’t really know how to tell him that. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know that I screamed that loudly.”

He shook his head then ran his hand through his hair. The action brought her attention to his bulging biceps, and she almost swooned. Seriously, swooned. It was going to take all of her energy to resist this man.

“You weren’t that loud. I just have more acute senses than most wolves, and definitely better than humans…especially when it comes to you.”

“Oh. The whole mating thing?” She didn’t know anything about how any of that worked. And since it seemed so personal, she hadn’t asked too many questions when it came to Aimee’s and Dawn’s matings.

“Yeah. Seems so. As the Enforcer, I’ve always been able to hear things farther out in the distance than most. Gideon is really the only one who can match me, and he’s Alpha. I can usually drown out most sounds since it would be too much for me to function without that ability, but I can’t ignore you.” He paused, and she was grateful because there was a lot packed into that statement. “You sure you’re okay? I know I’m not the best at talking about important things, but if you need to talk about your dream, I can listen. Or I can go wake up one of your friends who would probably be much better at it.”

And that was how she knew that this Kameron was going to be far more dangerous than the one who was icy and cold to her. Because she knew that his go-to setting was to tighten his jaw and scare off anyone that could possibly hurt those he loved and protected. But the fact that he was so helpful now, so intuitive? That would be the Kam that could possibly make her think about fate more than she should.

“I’m okay. Really. I have dreams sometimes. Doesn’t make for a good bed partner.” She snapped her mouth shut and met his gaze. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, but she could see the wolf in his eyes surface at her words. She had to be careful what she said when it came to Kameron, and they were both well aware of that.

“If you’re sure. I can check out the house and the surrounding area if you want.”

He was such a protector. So much so that he was pushing away anyone that could possibly interfere with that role. Not that she had much to say about it since she would probably do the same in his shoes. Maybe.

“I’m okay,” she repeated. “Why don’t you go back to your place and get some sleep. I know you have a thousand things on your mind, and you don’t need to worry about my nightmares.”

“Maybe someone should.” And with that, he left her house, not touching her in the slightest, yet she could still feel the heat radiating off his skin. The man was more than dangerous for her, but she knew the pull between them meant something. It was that knowing again, the kind that annoyed her to no end because she didn’t know where it came from.

She never knew what any of it meant.
Ryan, Carrie Ann. Strength Enduring (Talon Pack Book 8) (pp. 60-64). Carrie Ann Ryan. Kindle Edition.

When Dhani’s parents go on television saying she has been kidnapped by the pack, decisions come fast and furious.

A televised mating ceremony, dreams, premonitions, traitors, revelations, and so much more will have you on the edge of your seat as we find out more about Dhani. On top of all that, the Aspen Alpha, Blade, escalates his threats to a whole new level.

I can’t wait to read what is sure to be an enthralling conclusion to this series.

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Sheltered By The Lawman – Lawmen of Wyoming Book 5 by Rhonda Lee Carver


Sheltered By The Lawman
Lawmen of Wyoming Book 5
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Struck over the head, Monica Warren wakes up in the hospital with no recollection of who she is or what happened. The sexy man who has stayed by her side is the only person in the world she knows and she can’t help but cling to him.

Cullen Cade thinks he’s landed the easiest mission he could hope for. Find the missing woman and bring her in. Simple. Then all hell breaks loose when he saves her from a burning building, almost takes a bullet, then learns that she has no memory—not even of who she is or that she is wanted for questioning in the death of her lover. Up until this point in life, Cull has made every decision with his head, but something about the woman, and her situation, tugs at his compassion.

Against better judgement, he offers her shelter, but soon secrets start to unravel as an attraction unlike anything he’s ever felt begins to grow. He struggles to keep his heart protected and stay professional because she is a criminal…isn’t she? What choices will he make that could harm his career? Or break his heart.

An act of mistaken identity, murder, and danger closing in will leave Monica fighting for her memories and her life.

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Cullen ‘Cull’ Cade thinks this assignment from his friend Deke would be simple. Find the possible witness and turn her over to Deke for questioning. It wasn’t too difficult to find the woman’s apartment and stake it out. What he didn’t expect was for it to go up in flames, right after he sees her go in.

Monica’s purse had gone flying when Sally bumped into her spilling coffee all over. In her haste to gather her belongings and be on her way she leaves her wallet. Sally decides to return it and since the woman isn’t home, and the key is in the wallet, she enters the apartment. She had just put it on the counter when she is grabbed from behind.

When she wakes in the hospital she remembers nothing except a vague recollection of the name Monica.

This is a favorite scene.

“Like a bounty hunter?” Could she be this lucky? A lawman had saved her from a burning building? “Were you in the area when the fire started?”

He sat down on the chair. “I was in the building when I smelled the smoke.” He hesitated as if he didn’t want to finish.

“Go ahead, Cull. Please tell me everything. I need to know,” she urged.

“If I had to guess, and that’s what I’m doing, I’d say the intruder climbed the fire escape and was waiting for you when you entered your apartment. I’m not sure if the gasoline was poured over everything before you entered or after. When I got in there the fire was already too hot to put out.”

“I don’t know… not sure why… but I think I remember the strong smell of gasoline.”

He nodded. “That’s good. Then that would mean the intruder poured it before.”

Seeing the concern in his eyes, she felt the dam slip some. Swallowing, she held back, knowing once the tears started they wouldn’t be stopped. Yet how could she expect to feel no emotion? What he was telling her was that someone tried to kill her and if he hadn’t been in the building, more than likely she would be dead now. And without her memory, she had no clue why this happened. To top it off, she was being discharged and had nowhere to go. With superhuman effort, she lifted her chin and choked down her tears. “Why would someone want to kill me?”

“Good question. One I’m trying to figure out.”

“And I’m no help, am I?”

“It’s not your fault.”

She blinked. “Maybe it is. What if I’m a bad person and can’t remember? I could have done something very horrible and made someone mad enough to want me dead. What would be worse than memory loss is finding out I was a horrible person.” Several expressions flickered over his face before he looked at her with complete pity. “After all, I don’t have any family or friends.”

“You remember that?”

Shaking her head, she sighed. “If I had someone who cared, wouldn’t they be here now? If someone you love or care for is missing, wouldn’t you inquire about them?”

“It’s possible your people don’t know about the fire yet.”

“Thank you for the positivity, but it’s true. I have no one.” Seeing his expression, her chest tightened. “You feel sorry for me, don’t you?” She stood. “I don’t blame you. I’m a mess. This is a crazy situation.”

“You’re not a mess.” She snapped up a brow and he grinned. “Okay, yeah, you’re a mess, but it isn’t the end of the world. You’re alive and your memory will come back. And if it doesn’t, think of it as a new beginning.”

His words didn’t help. Instead, they broke the last thread to her composure. “I feel like I’m lost in the dark.” She sniffed loudly. He stood.

“You’re really upset.”

Swiping away the moisture from her cheek, she shrugged. “I’m on a roller coaster and I want off.”

Big, comforting arms caught her and pulled her against a broad, iron-hard chest. After her moment of shock passed, she inhaled sharply, smelling his appealing scent of spice and leather. So, not only did he look good, but he smelled better.

“If you thought I was a mess before, you’re really going to think I’m a basket case now. The poor woman who can’t remember her name has no place to go, has a murderer on her tail, and she can’t stop crying.”

“I’ve seen a lot and there’s not much that catches me off guard.” He flexed his arms around her and she had no strength to step away. How could she want to? This felt nice, like finding a perfect pair of jeans.

What was wrong with her? Sure, she’d been through something traumatic, but there was something else going on that was way more upsetting than a killer on the loose. Here, in the semi-stranger’s arms, she felt such an amazing, overwhelming comfort that couldn’t be explained. Suddenly, she was a raw nerve and he was the salve. This couldn’t happen. Not now— not when she had no clue who she was, or even what she was feeling. With a sudden burst of strength, she took a step back, looking up at him with a jutted jaw. “I’ll find a place to stay. I’m sure I can find a room at a hotel. I have a feeling I’m good at making things work.”

“With five dollars to your name?”

“Oh, that.” She sighed. “Wait… how did you know that?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Without any hesitation, he said, “I looked through your bag for some identification. You have no credit or bank cards.”

She tried to laugh but it fizzled. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find out who I am. Something more than just Monica. There must be an apartment manager at my building—”

“Monica Warren.”

She blinked. “That’s my last name? You spoke with the manager?”

He nodded. “You’ve lived at the address for a couple of years.”

Monica absorbed the information. “Did the manager say anything about family? Friends?”

“No,” he said abruptly.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I’m asking too many questions—”

“It’s okay. I understand.” “No ID. No credit or debit card. And clothes that barely fit. Who exactly was I?” She gulped back a sob. “Why did I have a bag packed? Was I leaving? Or returning from vacation?”

His features were masked, but his warm expression burrowed under her skin and zapped her blood. “I can help you out,” he said in a husky voice.

She gave her head a quick shake. “I can’t take your money.” Monica wasn’t even sure she could pay him back.

One corner of his mouth played with a smile. “I’m not offering money. I’m offering you a place to stay.”
Carver, Rhonda Lee. ShelteredbytheLawmanFinal (Kindle Locations 647-701).Kindle Edition.

Keeping Monica safe until she gets her memory back proves to be a bit difficult. His family is treating her like a guest instead of one of his clients. Then there is his growing attraction to her.

Lots of twists and turns in this as Monica tries to remember her life, and nothing makes sense, not to her and not to Cull. Especially the call girl part, it just doesn’t fit her personality. Plenty of sparks between these two but a lot of restraint too.

Suspense and intrigue will keep you on the edge of your seat.

5 Contented Purrs for Rhonda!

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

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

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

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

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


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Eternal Mourning – Talon Pack Book 7 By Carrie Ann Ryan



Eternal Mourning
Talon Pack Book 7
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Carrie Ann Ryan


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In the seventh book of the Talon Pack series from NYT Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan, a Healer is forced to come to grips with the idea that he can’t save everyone…including the woman he loves.

Walker Brentwood vowed to the moon goddess that he’d protect his Pack and Heal with every last ounce of his power. He’s watched his siblings and cousin battle the worst circumstances to find love and is now afraid that the one woman who could be his might not have much time left. The rules of mating have changed, and Walker will do what he has to in order to protect the bonds that have eluded him for so long.

Aimee Reagan knows there’s something wrong with her. She’s known since the first time she found out shifters were real and magic existed. When the Talon Pack’s enemy sets his sights on her, her battle to survive becomes even harder.

Walker and Aimee must turn to each other when the powers around them change and the paths that had been laid before them are no longer clear. But when their passion threatens a curse far older than anyone dreamed, they’ll only have one chance to save something worth more than a mating bond. Their future.

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Aimee is sick but the doctors can’t find anything wrong with her. All she knows is she is tired and can’t seem to get better. When she passes out at work, she ends up in Walker’s clinic on pack lands. He is determined to figure out what’s wrong with her and fix it. Not only for Dawn, his sister-in-law, but also for him.

Walker has felt this pull toward Aimee since she passed out while passing through wards the first time. Now he’s wondering if she could possibly be his mate, but first he has to figure out what’s killing her.

This is a favorite scene when Walker tells her his theory.

Aimee swayed on her feet, and Walker reached out, gripping her upper arms. The warmth of his skin penetrated the coldness that had seeped into her bones.

“Cursed,” she repeated, her voice sounding oddly small. “Like…a curse-curse?” That question didn’t make any sense, but then again, nothing did at the moment.

She couldn’t quite keep up with everything that had happened in the last few moments, and considering that her life usually revolved around waiting on tables, that was saying something. One minute, she was outside of Dawn and Mitchell’s, escaping the ever-diligent watch of the couple and her other two friends’ care for a brief second so she could get fresh air; the next, she had Walker’s mouth on hers; and yet the next…well, then he was speaking about curses and her illness as if he hadn’t just made her sway on her feet for more than one reason.

Her lips tingled, and she could still taste him if she flicked out her tongue, but the thoughts of whatever had happened were fading so fast it was almost as if it were a dream. Maybe she was now hitting the delusional part of her sickness because that seemed like the only logical reason at this point for what on earth had just happened.

Walker frowned before reaching out and running his knuckles along her cheek. She blinked, almost swaying into him, but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure she could. There was this connection between them she couldn’t name, and it was so strong, it almost overpowered everything else.

Even the most important thing.

Her curse.

She swallowed hard, pushing away the odd feeling that made her want to move closer to him and tried to catch her breath.

“I don’t know what exactly made me think of it,” Walker said softly, his gaze on hers. “I’m a Healer, and I needed to know what was wrong. Because, no matter what the doctors say, and what human science thinks, I knew something was wrong just as much as you did. But I couldn’t think of what it could possibly be. I didn’t want to force you to endure more tests and procedures to settle my brain, and that meant I needed to focus on what I could do. I needed to settle my wolf down, so I went for a run.”

A run when it came to wolves didn’t mean a jog in the park. No, it meant that he’d shifted into his wolf form and let his beast out. At least, that’s what Mitchell had explained to her when he’d talked about his wolf. While she knew Dawn better than Mitchell, her best friend’s mate had been a wolf for far longer and was also learning to open up to people who cared for his mate. Hence the fact that Aimee knew more about wolves from him rather than Dawn.

The run while in wolf form would also explain Walker’s naked, sweaty chest. Once again, she swallowed hard and tried to keep her mind on task.

“And the run helped you figure out that I’m cursed?” How on earth had she become this person who could talk about these things so easily? Curses and wolves, and being held by half-naked men that made her body ache. This was her new normal, and she wasn’t sure she was quite equipped to deal with it.

“It let my wolf come closer to the surface so I could think. And because I’m a Healer, or maybe because—” He cut himself off and shook his head. He gave her a strange look as if he wanted to tell her something else that had nothing to do with being a Healer but couldn’t. Or perhaps…wouldn’t. And a small part of her needed to know what that was. “I don’t know why it took me so longer to figure it out, but I know it’s a curse now. We both know it’s not truly medical and nothing human. And you are human, so it’s not a connection to the moon goddess or something wrong with your powers or being a wolf.” He paused. “Because you aren’t one. But I’m going to figure it out, Aimee. I’m not going to let whoever did this to you get away with it.” He growled the last part, and his eyes glowed gold.

She almost took a step back at the intensity of it but stopped herself.

“You’re saying someone set a curse on me, and that’s why…that’s why I’m dying?” It wasn’t easy to say the words aloud, but she knew the truth. She’d known for some time now.

Walker let out a growl, and she froze. She’d heard the others in the Pack growl, of course, and had met many of Dawn’s former Packmates, as well, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Walker growl. He was so laid-back most of the time, that it was hard to remember he had a wolf lurking beneath his skin.

There was no hiding it now.

“We’re not going to let that happen. I’m not going to let it happen.”

If there were a way to truly trust the promise in a vow like that, she would. But she knew that even if he was right about the curse, there was no guarantee that they would be able to fix it. No one had been successful in helping her at all so far. In fact, most of the doctors she’d seen in the past had thought she’d been faking her issues rather than looking beyond the surface. It wasn’t as if they knew about curses and the mythical.
Ryan, Carrie Ann. Eternal Mourning (Talon Pack Book 7) (pp. 36-39). Carrie Ann Ryan. Kindle Edition.

In spite of knowing she was cursed the answers weren’t coming quick enough and Audrey, the beta of the Aspen pack risks everything to save Aimie for Walker.

This is an intense book, with many emotional and tearful moments as well as romantic and sizzling ones. There’s a lot happening and much to figure out as we work our way to the end of this wonderful series.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

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