Legacy Is HERE! Securing Caite – SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 1 by Susan Stoker

Securing Caite
SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 1
New York Times & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker


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Caite McCallan is a Department of Defense admin working in Bahrain when a glitchy elevator, of all things, leads to an unexpected invitation to dinner by a gorgeous Navy SEAL. When he later stands her up, Caite’s understandably upset…until she overhears a plot that confirms Rocco didn’t blow her off. Instead, he and two fellow SEALs are in danger—and Caite is forced to put her career and her life on the line to save them.

Blake “Rocco” Wise never expected his routine mission to go sideways, but he was even more surprised to find himself and his teammates rescued by the adorably shy woman he met in a stalled elevator. Caite’s selfless act saved his life, but when attempts on her own make it clear someone wants her gone, it’s Rocco’s turn to protect the brave, sweet, sexy woman. The longer he knows her, the more he wants her…but keeping Caite close could bring her nearer to the enemy than ever before.

** Securing Caite is the 1st book in the SEAL of Protection: Legacy Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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Once again Susan has delivered a strong sexy heroine, one who has no idea how smart, beautiful and desirable she is.

Caite meets Blake ‘Rocco’ Wise in an unusual way, they get stuck in the elevator at her office. After finding out his boss is her bosses boss she knows she shouldn’t see him again. But when he asks her to dinner she just can’t refuse.

Rocco dubs Caite ma petite fée, my petite fairy because she was so tiny compared to him. Now he can’t get her off his mind and his teammates convince him to go see her before they go do their recon mission.

This is a favorite scene.

I’ve just learned to stay quiet and listen. It’s crazy what people will say to each other or on the phone when they don’t take the time to look around and see who might be listening. I already blend into the background, and people only tend to notice me when they’re really looking.” She shrugged. “It’s easier, and safer, to lay low and not make a fuss than try to rock the boat.”

Rocco shook his head. “First, you do not blend into the background. I have no idea why you think that.”

“Because it’s true,” Caite insisted. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t know what to do if men hit on me all the time or if women were constantly trying to talk to me.”

“I saw you the second we walked into that elevator,” Rocco said. “And I don’t just mean because you were the only one in there. You were flushed from the heat and irritated that I’d dare force myself into your elevator.”

She stared up at him with huge guilty eyes.

He went on. “You were surprised we’d even bothered to say hello, and when the elevator stopped, you weren’t fazed, you just plunked yourself down on the ground without a word of complaint.”

“I told you that I hate to complain because it never does any good,” she said, blushing harder.

“I’m thinking the people you’ve known in your life are blind,” Rocco said. “Either that or they’re so narcissistic, they never take the time to look around and notice anyone else. I’m sorry others are assholes to you, especially my fellow navy peers. I’m sorry that you have to put up with rude behavior. I’m sorry that you haven’t found anyone you feel safe enough with to explore Bahrain. It’s an amazing country, with wonderful people. Yes, their culture is very different from ours, but that’s what makes it so wonderful. If I was going to be here longer, I’d absolutely give you a tour. I’d show you what areas to stay away from and how to navigate the city. I’d show you how delicious falafel and machboos are and take you to Tariq Pastries, so you could try their chocolate-dipped baklava.”

Caite licked her lips as she stared up at him, and the longing on her face was almost painful to witness.

Rocco raised a hand slowly and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. He stared into her dark blue eyes and said, “Don’t sell yourself short, ma petite fée. And don’t think that no one sees you. I do. Those assholes sexually harassing you in French saw you too. And I bet your boss is threatened by you, so he sees you as well. You’re an adult. You can do what you want, all I’m asking is that you’re careful. Staying quiet is often a good idea, except when it’s not.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“There’s a time to be silent, and there’s a time to yell as loud as you can at the top of your lungs. You’ll know the difference when the time comes.”

Caite took a deep breath and straightened. Rocco forced his hand back to the edge of the bench. Her skin was soft, and he’d wanted nothing more than to shove his fingers in her hair, tilt her head back, and see if her lips were as soft and sweet as the rest of her.

Clearing his throat, Rocco said, “So…tonight…dinner?”

Caite nodded.

“Please tell me you don’t want to go to the Taco Bell here on the base,” he quipped.

She smiled. “No.”

“Good. There’s a place in Block 338 that I think you’d like.” “Block 338?” Rocco looked at her in surprise. “Yeah. Some of neighborhoods around Manama are labeled in blocks. For instance, the naval base is closest to Block 338, and the Ritz-Carlton is north of here on the other side of the island in Block 428. And there are some areas that you just plain shouldn’t go to, no matter what. Like Block 404 and 424. They aren’t safe.”

She nodded. “I got the briefing when I arrived. The US embassy puts out maps of places that are off limits. I don’t remember anything about blocks, but they gave us a map of the city with some areas marked in red where we shouldn’t go.”

“Good. Anyway, Block 338 isn’t too far from the base. There’s a restaurant inside a hotel that’s really good. It’s called Kolors, and it’s got just about every kind of international food you could ever want. But if nothing appeals, Miz Natasha will let us special order anything you want, even if it’s not on the menu. I didn’t think you’d be comfortable going way off base, but maybe you could trust me enough to go just a bit farther than you’ve been so far.”

Caite nodded immediately, which made him feel good. “I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date.” Rocco couldn’t stop smiling when she blushed again. He could see a sheen of sweat on her forehead and knew it was time to get his girl inside.

He stilled at that thought. His girl. The very idea was irrational, and way too soon, but it didn’t feel wrong.

He stood and held out his hand.

“Come on. Time for you to go inside before you melt.”

“It’s hot out here,” she said in her defense even as she stood.

“You don’t know hot until you’ve been in the Iraqi desert, in full uniform, including bulletproof vest and helmet, in one-hundred-and-twenty-degree temps in the glaring sun, tracking down insurgents,” Rocco said without thought. “This feels like a nice spring day in comparison.”

She stopped him with a hand on his arm. Concern was written all over her face. “Thank you, Rocco.”

“For what?”

“For what you do. For your service to our country. For having to trek through the one-hundred-and-twenty-degree heat to keep people like me safe. Our way of life. Just…thank you.”

His heart melted. “It’s words like yours that make it all worthwhile.”

And without thought, he did what felt right. He leaned over and gently brushed his lips against hers.
Stoker, Susan. Securing Caite (SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 1).Kindle Locations (653-697) . Stoker Aces Production, LLC. Kindle Edition.

If you’ve read any of Susan’s book you know something is going to go FUBAR here and it does. I started crying at this point wondering how they will get out of this impossible situation.

It is Caite who comes to the rescue and Gumby, Ace and Rocco are stunned at her bravery and naivete. Unfortunately this also means the end of their mission and they return to the states.

Of course this is going to have repercussions for Caite, even though they keep her out of the official report. She was seen wearing the traditional abaya and hijab, and it was reason enough for her unreasonable boss to fire her and send her home.

Now everything heats up, her relationship with Rocco, becoming friends with his team, and frequent harrowing experiences. All this pointing to someone of high rank on their home base.

We get to see some of our favorites characters in this one two, including Wolf and Caroline, Cookie and Fiona, and Slade and Dakota.

A can’t put it down read, filled with suspense, tension, love and so much more! I know for sure this series is going to be as amazing as the original SEALs of Protection.

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

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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It’s HERE! SEAL Strong – Silver SEALs Book 0.5 by Cat Johnson

Welcome to Silver SEALs!
The New Wave From The Suspense Sisters!

Retired silver fox US Navy SEAL Commanders who sign on with the Department of Homeland Security to lead missions to protect the homeland.

SEAL Strong
Silver SEALs Book 0.5
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cat Johnson


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He let the love of his life walk away two years ago.
But when her life is threatened he’ll move heaven and hell to save what’s his.

The only easy day was yesterday and no one knows that better than Lieutenant Commander Silas Branson. He may have taken several kicks to the gut but once a Seal always a Seal. He’s never backed down from a hard fight and he doesn’t intend to start now.

Silas lost the love of his life years ago when the death of their son left him and his marriage broken, but now he’s back to fight for what’s his. Maggie was his woman. As far as he is concerned, she still is. When her life is threatened he moves heaven and hell to protect her and their future together.

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From the moment this series was announced at the end of Sleeper SEALs I have been waiting impatiently for it to begin. It’s finally here and the wait was worth it!

Lieutenant Commander Silas ‘Si’ Branson has gone through one of lifes worst tragedies. The death of his young son Jonas while he was deployed also ended his marriage. His wife Maggie blamed him for not being there when the original plan had been for him to be home.

He returned to his team once the divorce was final, looking to bury the pain of both losses in work. Unfortunately in the effort of freeing a child trapped under a truck he blows out his back. Medially discharged he is at loose ends, trying to figure out what he’s going to do with his life. A chance meeting with Maggie at a pizza place he ends up having dinner at his old home with her.

He’s not sure what he’s thinking when she suggests getting him an interview with the Department of Homeland Security where she works.

This is a favorite scene.

“So, what now?” Maggie asked.

Silas let out a short laugh. “Now, I finish this six-pack and then call an Uber.”

She rolled her eyes indulgently. “I meant for work.”

Things had been easier when they were joking. This topic was too serious, but he knew he couldn’t get away with not answering so he lifted a shoulder and opted for the truth. “I honestly don’t know.”

He could probably survive on his retirement pay.

It wouldn’t be a great life, he wouldn’t be living extravagantly, but he could cover the necessities, like rent and food.

What more did he really need? He’d never needed much in the way of material things. His truck was his biggest and pretty much his only indulgence for himself.

The one thing he really wanted most didn’t cost a cent.

Peace. In his mind. In his soul.

That was also the one thing he couldn’t get no matter how hard he tried, or how much he had.

Money aside, he needed to get a job if only to occupy his mind. All this thinking was going to kill him for sure.

“What if I got you an interview?” Maggie said.

His brows shot high. “An interview where? To do what?”

“Where do you think? DHS, of course. Remember, where I work?” She smirked.
Maybe he was running a little slow from the beer but there were too many reasons why what she said made no sense.

First and foremost, he wasn’t a politician, or a man who was used to riding a desk pushing papers for a living, and that was who mainly filled the ranks of the Department of Homeland Security.

Second, why would the woman who had gone to such great lengths to end their marriage, and get him out of her life, try to get him a job working where she worked?

“That’s crazy.” If his frown didn’t tell her what he thought of her idea, his words hopefully would.

“No, it’s not. Why would you say that?”

“You work as a liaison for the Office of Public Affairs,” he pointed out, not seeing the connection or the point of this whole discussion.

What the hell could he do for them? He could lead a team of warriors. He could follow orders from his superiors, but he wasn’t exactly a people person.

Especially not at the moment while he wallowed in this retirement-induced depression.

“I work as a liaison to the Navy Special Warfare Command for the OPA so don’t act like there is no connection between what you used to do and what I still do. But what I was thinking—if you’d open your mind for a second and consider it—is that my boss has connections with all the agency heads. You could easily be a valuable addition in any number of them. You have experience in a lot of the areas DHS works within.”

“Oh, really? And what areas are those?” he asked.

Close quarters battle? Sharpshooting? Basic underwater demolition? Those were his areas of expertise and they’d have zero value to DHS.
She folded her arms, challenging him. “Do you even know all the different agencies DHS oversees?”


She cocked a brow high, obviously not believing him.

“I have a basic idea,” he added.

Okay, maybe he didn’t know quite as much about the DHS as he let on, but he wasn’t going to admit that to her. He could Google it later and find out.

Mostly he figured DHS fit in somewhere along with the other government departments. No matter what their official purpose, the end result was usually to make his job in the teams harder.

“You know, you used to come home and complain about how this or that person or this agency or division or whatever didn’t get it. How they couldn’t get it because they’ve never been there where you’ve been or seen the things you saw.” Maggie pinned him with a stare.

He couldn’t deny the truth of her words. “And?”

“Don’t you want an opportunity to change things?”

The dare was clear in her question. She was baiting him. Knowing he usually couldn’t resist a challenge.

He let out a snort. “Is this some kind of ‘the best way to make change is from within’ speech?”

She smiled. “Yes. Is it working?”

His lips twitched. “Maybe.” Silas shook his head. “But is doesn’t matter anyway because there is no way in hell they’d hire me.”

Maggie cocked a brow high. “We’ll see.”

Her confidence stirred something inside him. Something he wished would stay sleeping. A warmth in his cold hard heart. A glow of an ember that with a little encouragement would easily flame up into a full blown inferno.


The dead last thing he needed right now was to feel the warm and fuzzies toward his ex-wife.

Time to go.
Johnson, Cat. SEAL Strong (Silver SEALs Book 0.5) (pp. 54-57). Cat Johnson. Kindle Edition.

Surprised that he gets an interview he and stunned when he gets the job, he accepts it without knowing exactly what it would entail other than moving to DC.

A rapid promotion, a Summit in Chad, Africa that leads to some interesting developments for Si, both personal and professional. A glimpse of Jon and Zane from GAPS and a peek at the first mission of the newly formed Bone Frog Command division of Homeland Security.

Fast paced, emotional, and suspenseful with heartfelt sizzle, this book is a page turning must read!

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Cat Johnson is a top 10 New York Times bestseller and the author of the USA Today bestselling Hot SEALs series. She writes contemporary romance that usually features hot alpha heroes (who often wear combat or cowboy boots) and the sassy heroines brave enough to love them. Known for her unique marketing she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western wear for book signings, and has used bologna to promote romance novels.

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New Release! Rank – Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 2 by Maryann Jordan

Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan


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Lighthouse Security Investigations

The Lighthouse SI Keepers were men and women from the SEALs, Rangers, Special Forces, Deltas, and AF Special Ops. All having been trained in CIA Special Ops, the Keepers were the best of the best and ready to take on any mission.

Former SEAL and CIA Op, John “Rank” Rankin, did not mind playing hard, but when it came to missions, he prided himself on always delivering. When the Feds ask for assistance in investigating the possible link between a US Senator and a member of the Russian mafia, Rank volunteers for the job. Perfect planning goes awry when a woman stumbles into the middle of his meeting with a witness.

Helena Jernigan, a charity coordinator, had no idea what she was getting into when she tried to slip out of the back of the restaurant to escape the unwanted attention of a dinner companion. Now, thrust into the middle of an investigation, her offers to help are met with resistance.

As Rank needs Helena’s information, he realizes she may be in danger, but keeping her safe is no longer just part of the mission.

Hearts become involved and the one-time player gives it all for the woman he loves.

Scenes and language similar to what you will find in an R-rated movie. 18+ readers only.

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John “Rank” Rankin, is helping the FBI with an investigation possibly involving a young Senator, Thomas Tercelli, his father, Frank and the Russian Mafia. His informant is the Senator’s administrative assistant.

Helena represents a number of non-profit organizations and charities. She was invited to meet with Frank Tercelli and his son for dinner to discuss his company making donations through her. Disappointed when Thomas had left before she arrived, but enjoying Frank’s company until Anatoly joined them. He was creepy and was making unwanted advances under the table. She had to get out of there fast.

This is a favorite scene that is a continual source of amusement for the characters throughout the book.

This was it. This was what they needed to know. Leaning forward so he could hear Lawrence’s shaky voice clearly, Rank jerked as he heard a loud noise from directly above just as Josh radioed, “Movement on fire escape.”

He whipped around just in time for the fire escape ladder to descend right in front of him, a scream drowning out all other noise. Instinctively throwing his hands up in defense, he did not have time to cover his head before was hit in the face and attacked. Grabbing on to his adversary, his hands came into contact with a silk-covered ass and he realized his face was buried against the same silk in the front.

Arms and legs flung about him and, as he tried to move backward, it was as though he was ensnared in an octopus’ grip. Trained as he was, though screaming continued all around him he was just able to make out the sound of Lawrence’s fast retreating footsteps echoing in the distance.

“What the fuck?” he roared as the clawing on top of him continued, followed by the sound of ripping material. Unable to see with the woman’s crotch pressed against his face— and it was most definitely a woman— he staggered once more as fingernails dug into his back. Reaching up to grab her waist, he jerked her back just enough to look up, and was stunned to see the woman from the restaurant. “Stop. Stop fighting,” he ordered, trying to ignore the scent of her sex right in front of his nose.

She looked down at him, panicked, one hand still attempting to hang on to his back and the other hanging on to his long hair.

“I’m stuck,” she cried, her chest heaving with exertion as he jerked underneath her, trying to release her.

When tugging did not work, he reached up a hand and grabbed the skirt material caught on the metal grating, giving it a sharp pull and ripping it away from the ladder. No longer trapped, the full weight of her body fell forward and, with her legs still wrapped around his shoulders, he staggered back, attempting to right himself.

“Goddammit!” he growled as he tried to still the whirling dervish on top of him. Her fingers clawed at his hair and her frantic squirming pushed her silk-covered crotch further against his face. Taking another step back, he unexpectedly slammed into the brick wall, eliciting a loud grunt from both of them. “Stop fighting!” he ordered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Finally, her movements quieted and he managed to lower her feet to the ground, her body sliding down his front. She immediately wobbled and he held onto her shoulders to steady her. Looking down, he saw that she only wore one shoe and his vision snagged on the bright red toenail polish of her bare foot. His eyes drifted upward, over her long shapely legs to the ripped skirt that she was desperately trying to pull around her hips, hands shaking as she did a full body shiver.

Jerking off his suit coat, he threw it around her shoulders and she looked up at him, startled. Who the fuck is she? Even in the dark alley, he could see her large green eyes and perfect complexion, her thick hair, having escaped her ponytail, hanging about her face. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, a sign of her fear rather than sensuality.

Lifting his hands in supplication, he took a step back and said, “You’re okay. I’m not here to hurt you.”

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before finding her voice. “I’m sorry. I fell,” she stated unnecessarily.

Shaking his head, he accepted the mission was aborted, considering Lawrence was nowhere in sight. His eyes drifted upward to the old fire escape with the ladder stuck halfway down to the ground and a large piece of black material fluttering from one of its rungs. It struck him as a symbol of defeat, although it was black instead of white. Shaking his head, he huffed out a humorless breath. The defeat of a perfectly planned mission.

He dropped his eyes back to the woman as she clutched at the lapels of his jacket, pulling it securely around her. Uncertainty filled her eyes as they darted around the alley. Her movements slow, as though not to draw attention to herself, she slipped off her lone shoe, mumbling, “I… I need to go.”

“Who are you?” he asked, stepping back another foot to give her some breathing room.

Shaking her head, she said, “I’m sorry… truly… for… um… falling on you. But… um… I need to go.” She whipped off his jacket and tossed it toward him before turning and running toward the street at the end of the alley, her bare feet slapping against the pavement.

He started to follow but did not want her calling the police in fear. “Goddammit,” he cursed again. Hearing a noise close to him, no louder than a whisper, he tensed just as Walker appeared at his side.

“Who the hell was that and what the fuck was happening?”

He stood for a minute with his fists on his hips, staring at his feet and shaking his head. Slowly lifting his head, he stared at his friend, and said, “That? That was a total mission fuck up.”
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Now all the fun begins. Helena starts looking into organizations that Frank put on his list and finds some issues. Issues that put her in the Russian’s sights.

Rank has to figure out how to keep her safe after his informant turns up dead.

From the awesome descriptions of the area, to the spine tingling attraction between Helena and Rank, to the camaraderie of the team this is a delightful, suspenseful, page turner.

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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!

I love to hear from readers, so please email me!

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New Series! Shiver – Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 1 by Heather Slade

Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 1
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Make me shiver . . .

Thornton “Shiver” Whittaker, Marquess of Wells and MI6 agent, put his life and that of his colleagues on the line to negotiate Orina “Losha” Kuznetsov’s freedom from United Russia. But now that the $10 million bounty has been removed from the beautiful but deadly Russian assassin’s head, she not only refuses to come out of hiding, she refuses to have anything to do with him.

Shiver has always put MI6 first, even before his family, who, with his father on his deathbed, is insisting he return to England and fulfill his duty as marquess to take over as Duke of Bedfordshire when his father dies.

But the woman he loves isn’t in England. He isn’t sure where she is, but he has to find her and convince her to spend her life with him.

It isn’t just that Orina Kuznetsov is afraid that United Russia won’t hold up their end of the bargain, there’s another secret Shiver can never find out and that’s what keeps her from giving in to him.

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This is an awesome start to a new series! The determination of Thornton ‘Shiver’ Whittaker to locate the love of his life, Orina ‘Losha’ Kuznetsov, is quite the project. He has agents all over keeping their eye out for her. It’s MI5 agent Axel that first finds her in Finland. Axel is the Whittaker estate gardener’s son and one of Shiver’s best friends.

When Orina found she was pregnant she went into hiding from United Russian, the modern equivalent of the KGB. That earned her a hefty price on her head. Her goal, stay alive and keep her son safe. The one person she really doesn’t want to find her is Shiver, she never told him she was pregnant and won’t.

Many twists and turns, finally lead Shiver to Orina. This is a favorite scene.

Shiver took several deep breaths in an attempt to settle his racing heart. Just being in Orina’s presence again spilled adrenaline into his system.

Fear, longing, regret, and hunger all rowed within him.

The baby looked so much like Orina it made his heart yearn to just sit and stare at him. There had been a point in time where he’d wondered what she’d looked like as a child. Now he knew, at least as a baby.

Kazmir. That’s what she’d said his name was. When she said it, he could feel the pride and love that poured out of her. There was no question that the baby was Orina’s. But who was the father? Would she tell him outright if he asked, or would she refuse, saying it was none of his business?

When they arrived at the house, Shiver waited behind them for the gate to open, and then followed their car inside the compound.

He parked and saw Gunner come out of one of the front doors.

“Shiver,” he said, walking over to the car.


“It’s good to see you.” They embraced, patting each other on the back as men were so often compelled to do.


“It’s okay, Gunner. You don’t need to explain. I understand.”

His friend nodded. “I’m relieved to hear it.”

Both men walked over to the car. “Can I help?” Shiver asked as he watched Orina get the baby out of the car seat.

“Do you want me to take him?” Zary asked.

Orina shook her head. “We’ll be fine.”

Zary nodded and she and Gunner walked away.

“What can I do?” Shiver asked, following Orina in the direction of the other front door.

“The house code is 1223,” she told him, motioning to the key pad.

“Got it,” he said, opening the door for her when the lock clicked. “Do you need anything from the car?”

“Not for now,” she said, shifting the baby to her other hip. “He’s hungry.”

Shiver nodded.

“Will it make you uncomfortable?” “What’s that?”

“If I feed him.”

Shiver shook his head, wondering why she thought it might. When she sat and unfastened the buttons on her shirt, he understood, watching in fascination as the baby found his mother’s breast. When his tiny hand rested near Orina’s face, Shiver felt certain it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He looked up and found her studying him in the same way he’d been studying her baby.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“What for?”

“Letting me… in.” He was so emotionally overcome, he couldn’t think of the right words to describe the way he was feeling. “I never…”

“What, Shiver? You never what?”

He scrubbed his face with his hand, glancing back at the baby. “Dreamed that anything so beautiful existed.”

“I know,” Orina whispered. “He takes my breath away.”

“Not just him. Both of you. I’m so in awe I can hardly speak.”

Orina’s eyes filled with tears, and she turned her head away. “I’m sorry,” he heard her whisper.

“What for, Losha? Why are you sorry?”

“So many things.”

Shiver looked out at the ocean. “Me too. So many things.” In that moment, he was consumed by regret. Why couldn’t this have been something they’d done together? Why had she shared this miracle with someone other than him? He wanted to shout the questions at her, while at the same time, never wanting to know the answers.

“Can you ever forgive me?” he thought he heard her say.

“Whatever for?”

She shrugged, her eyes resting on her baby.

“I would never begrudge you this happiness, Losha. Not ever. It is so obvious that you were meant to be a mother. I would never dream of wishing anything else for you or him.”


“Who is he, Orina?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who is the man you loved enough to have a child with? Who is the man you loved in a way you could never love me?”
Heather Slade. Shiver (Kindle Locations 866-902). Military Intelligence Section 6 Book One.

Finding her isn’t the only issue Shiver has. His father, the Duke, is dying which means he will soon take the title and he plans to make many changes especially where his siblings are concerned.

A bomb, family intrigue, suspense and so much more as the relationship between Orina and Shiver heats up again.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Slade

My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.

I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.

I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.

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Cowboy D-Force – Brotherhood Protectors Book 4 By Elle James

Cowboy D-Force
Brotherhood Protectors Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle James


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Former D-Force bodyguard, protects mega-star’s body double from a predatory stalker’s deadly hunting game.

Fresh out of the military, John Wayne “Duke” Morrison is back in his home state of Montana, starting a new job in the Brotherhood Protectors security service. First assignment, protect film star and diva Lena Love from a stalker leaving her threatening messages. After fighting terrorists in the Middle East, Duke assumes this assignment will be a walk in the park.

Angel Carson, lovingly known as “The Angel of Death”, is a woman with a death wish. Her main claim to fame is her uncanny resemblance to Lena Love. Prior military, she’s seen combat, lost friends and now works as the stunt woman for the mega-star. When Miss Love is threatened, Angel steps in as bait to draw out the stalker on the diva’s 6,000-acre ranch in the foothills of the Crazy Mountains. To cover Angel’s back, Lena has engaged a bodyguard to watch her six and be there when the stalker reveals himself.

Unable to tell Duke she isn’t the real Lena, Angel must perform like a diva. As the stalker closes in, she reluctantly accepts Duke’s help to stay alive. In forced proximity, tempers and passions ignite, leaving Duke and Angel struggling to resist an irresistible attraction while alluding the stalker’s predatory game. When the stalker becomes the predator, the power of Delta Force brotherhood becomes a force to reckon with.

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Lena Love is a diva to the max, with an alcohol problem. When she over does it this time, her agent arranges for her stunt double to pretend to be her while they get her into rehab.

Angel Carson was fine with doing stunts, but to play the part of Lena while they try to catch a stalker was a bit much. Not really having a choice she settles into the elaborate ranch set up.

John Wayne “Duke” Morrison’s first assignment for Brotherhood Protectors is bodyguard to Lena. After being party to her advances the previous night he definitely wasn’t looking forward to it. However he is a professional and could handle whatever Lena decides to throw at him. Something is off with her though and at first he can’t figure out what it is. Then she slips off to skinny dip in the pool, and he ends up saving her from the foreman’s unwanted advances.

This is a favorite scene.

“No offense, Miss Love, but shut up.”

He crossed the smooth, custom oak floors and mounted the stairs, carrying her all the way. He started out fast, but by the time they reached the top of the staircase, Duke was breathing hard, and his leg ached like a motherfucker.

With her arms crossed over her chest and an expression that said, I told you so, Lena stared at him. “Uncle?”

He gritted his teeth, dragged in a deep breath and then strode down the hall. At her bedroom, he kicked open the door, entered the huge room and dumped her ass on the king-sized bed.

“Hey! That wasn’t very nice.” She righted herself and pulled the comforter over her nakedness. “You, Mr. Morrison, are no gentleman.”

“And you, Miss Love, are no lady. Didn’t your mother teach you to wear a swimsuit when you go swimming out in the open?”

“It’s my place. I can walk around stark naked wherever the hell I please. Besides, a polite gentleman would have looked away.”

“Since we’ve already established that I’m no gentleman, it’s a moot point.” He strode to the windows, checked the locks, double-checked the bathroom and ducked to glance under her bed.

A slim, bare foot shot out hitting him in the shoulder, knocking him backward.

He grabbed the ankle attached to the foot as he went down, dragging her off the bed. They landed in a tangled heap on the sheepskin rug.

Lena tried to scramble out of reach.

Duke wasn’t having any of it. “Prepare to reap what you sew.” He flipped her onto her back on the rug, straddled her hips and pinned her wrists high above her head. Then he stared down at her flushed face.

“I don’t think pinning your client to the floor is in your job description.” She wiggled beneath him, igniting his desire for this mess of a woman.

“I’m guarding your body.” His gaze slipped lower. “And since you seem to enjoy strutting around in your birthday suit, I assume you have no problem with your bodyguard seeing you nude.” His glance slipped to the breasts he’d seen last night, flashed fully in his face. Only this time, there was something different. On her left breast, just below the nipple was a tattoo of a heart surrounded by two doves in flight.

He froze, studying the tattoo.

“Hey, you can quit staring now,” she said, her cheeks turning redder by the minute. She arched her back in an attempt to dislodge him.

Still holding her wrists with one of his hands, he pointed at the mark. “This tattoo, when did you get it?”

She stopped struggling. “When I was eighteen. The year my parents died.”

For a moment, her words hung in the air, as if they didn’t quite belong anywhere. Then it all came crashing down around Duke.

He glared down at her. “Who the hell are you?”

Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. “Wh-what do you mean? I’m Lena Love. Who else would I be?” Her gaze slipped to the corner of the room.

“The woman in the bar who flashed me last night was Lena Love. She didn’t have a tattoo on her breasts. You, however, do.”

She set her jaw in a tight line. “Get off of me.”

Duke shook his head. “Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”
James, Elle. Cowboy D-Force (Brotherhood Protectors Book 4). Kindle Locations (826-850).Kindle Edition.

Now that Duke knows exactly who he’s dealing with they come up with a plan to draw out the stalker/predator.

Tense situations, as the hunter becomes the hunted,  situations that will have you giggling, sizzling romance and that all so worthy HEA.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

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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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Kate’s Crew – Powertools Book 1 By Jayne Rylon

Kate’s Crew
Powertools Book 1
NY Times Bestselling Author
Jayne Rylon


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Nothing’s sexier than men with power tools.

Sultry summer heat has nothing on the five-man crew renovating the house next door. No one could blame Kate for leaning out the window for a better view of the manscape. The nasty fall that follows isn’t part of her fantasy—but the man who saves her from splattering the sidewalk is definitely the star.

When Mike personally attends to her injuries, she realizes her white knight in a hard hat has a tender side, giving her no choice but to surrender to the lust that’s been arcing between them since day one. In the aftermath of the best sex of her life, she whispers her most secret desire: to be ravaged by his crew.

She never expected Mike would dare her to take what she wants—or that the freedom to make her most decadent desires come true could be the foundation for something lasting…

Warning: This book may cause you to spontaneously combust as five hot guys bring a woman’s wildest fantasies to life during one blazing summer affair.

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Wow! Spontaneously combust is right! Kate is fantasizing overtime with the five hunky guys working on the townhouse next door. She’s been keeping them all at arms length since she couldn’t decide on just one. Then she takes a rather hair-raising spill that changes the game.

This is a favorite scene.

Kate wiped her palms on her paint-splattered cutoffs before adjusting her grip on the rebuilt window casement. A flash of tan skin drew her attention to glistening muscles. They rippled over five sexy frames as the crew renovating the townhouse next door hammered nail after nail into their first-story roof, just a few feet below her perch.

From inside the bedroom where she worked, she inched to the edge of the ladder rung then craned her neck through the opening in front of her for a glimpse of the intricate tattoo spanning Mike’s broad shoulders. Instead, she caught him reaching up to their stash of supplies for another pack of shingles. When her gaze latched onto the drop of sweat that slid along his neck, she forgot to breathe. She watched in fascination as it journeyed over his defined pecs and six-pack abs. After it was absorbed in the ultra-low-riding jeans snugged to his trim hips by a bulging tool belt, she heaved a sigh of relief.

Kate swiped at a blob of paint that had plopped onto her wrist unnoticed while she’d ogled Mike. Her tongue moistened her lips as she imagined licking a similar trail down his body. The edge of the fresh trim gouged her thigh as she strained for a better view. The gasp she made busted her. His head lifted, catching her spying. Great, now she’d never convince him to take it easy with his persistent innuendo or date invites. And, no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t indulge either of their desires.

Mike threw her a dazzling victory grin. The anticipation sparkling in his cocky stare blasted a shockwave through her, screwing with her balance. The ladder wobbled then tipped. She probably could have righted herself if she hadn’t been standing on tiptoes to maximize her view of the scenery. In slow motion, she watched his expression morph from flirtatious to horrified.

Kate flung out her arms in an attempt to catch the frame before she tumbled through it but the momentum swung her around. Her temple grazed the custom-made pewter latch she’d installed the day before. She hung, suspended in midair, as Mike rose from his crouch. The other guys began to turn toward her, but he was already sprinting for the edge.

Terror froze her insides when he launched himself across the ten-foot gap between their houses. Then she spun away, losing sight of him. She braced for imminent impact.

Shit, this is going to hurt.

Everything happened at once. Air whooshed from her lungs when she slammed, on her side, onto the roof. She rolled, flexing her ankles in an attempt to find purchase that would halt her skid toward the brink. But her knee wrenched at an awkward angle while she continued to rake over the slate. Her hand caught the ridge of an attic vent, slowing her descent, but gravity overcame the tenuous hold. Her frantic fingers recoiled from the sharp metal edge.

The gutters rushed closer, her last hope. After that, she’d have to pray the evergreen shrubs would cushion her, preventing any broken bones. The heels of her work boots hit the aluminum edging but kept going. Her legs dangled in thin air.

Then a strong hand banded around her wrist. Her arm nearly jerked from the socket as she lurched to a stop. Kate shoved on the edging shingles with her free hand, fighting to stay on the roof.

“Son of a bitch!” Mike hauled her the rest of the way up.
Rylon, Jayne. Kate’s Crew (Powertools Book 1). Kindle Locations (48-68).Happy Endings Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Everything gets hotter from here, as Mike and Kate get together in more ways than one. Even when she confesses her fantasy he doesn’t flinch.

Lots of extremely hot scenes, some with just the guys and some with all of them. Be sure to hydrate! I can’t wait to see what she has in store for the rest of the guys.

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Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance.

Her stories used to begin as daydreams in seemingly endless business meetings, but now she is a full time author, who employs the skills she learned from her straight-laced corporate existence in the business of writing.

She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, the infamous Mr. Rylon. When she can escape her purple office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky, and–of course–read.

Jayne is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Central Ohio Fiction Writers (COFW) and Passionate Ink.

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

Texas Lullaby
Whispering Springs, TX Book 7
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
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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