Take Me Down – Knight Brothers Book 3 by Carly Phillips



Take Me Down
Knight Brothers Book 3
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips

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Opposites not only attract, they combust!

Parker Knight was going through the motions… and then he met her.

In sweet, sexy Emily Stevens and the rundown resort she runs with her father, Parker sees the chance to reclaim the life he once lost and take care of the first woman who makes him feel … everything. He wants her in a way he’s never desired a woman before and yearns to sample the treats the sexy baker has to offer.

But Emily doesn’t trust charming city guys, especially one who is going to leave when his time off is over. No matter how good he makes her feel, in bed or out.

Parker has his hands full, not only with a wary Emily but with someone who doesn’t want the lodge to succeed, and if things keep getting worse, not even a Knight can save her.

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Oh how I love this family. They have wormed their way into my heart and I can’t get enough.

In this book they are looking for a place for a corporate retreat, one in the mountains. The person in charge of checking out the different resorts had surgery and now is unable to continue the search. Now the only Ethan can think of qualified to select such a place is Parker.

An Bronze Metal Olympic skier, Parker had sustained an injury during trials, followed by a car accident as he returned to the sport, that left him more than physically injured. He hasn’t been anywhere near the slopes since then. So this expedition isn’t exactly what he wants to do but perhaps it’s exactly what he needs.

As Parker is looking for the perfect place when his rental car starts acting strange so he stops at a small town garage. The car’s problem will have him stranded for a while. This is where things start to get interesting.

The recommend inn is not really open for business, and in a bit of disrepair, but the owner James Stevens has a dream to fulfill. His daughter Emily thinks otherwise and has a few demons to exercise thanks to her ex.

This is a favorite scene.

Emily walked into the room and came to a stop, Harper barreling into her from behind.

A man stood in the doorway, suitcase at his feet. From the designer shoes with the Gucci buckle to the obviously expensive jeans to the shearling-lined jacket, everything about him screamed city slicker. Just like Rex.

Her gaze came to his revealing blue eyes in a drop-dead gorgeous face, strong jaw, full lips, and distinctively handsome features. But his good looks didn’t erase the fact that he was everything she’d come to distrust in a man.

“Can I help you?” she asked coolly.

He met her gaze with a friendly one of his own. “I’m looking to rent a room.”

“I’m sorry but we’re not open for business.”

“Yeah, Matt mentioned something about that but–”

“You came here anyway, hoping to charm me into giving you a place to stay,” she said as if it were a crime.

“Hey!” Harper nudged her in the back. “No need to be rude to the man. He’s hot.” She whispered the last part in Emily’s ear.

He narrowed his gaze, probably not understanding her chilly tone. “Actually my car broke down and it needs a part. Matt has to order it and I need a place to stay while I call the rental place and figure out what happens next.”

“No.” Emily was adamant. This sexy, good-looking man wasn’t staying in the room next to hers.

“But you’re the only inn within hours and I’m shit out of luck if you don’t help me. Please.” He treated her to what she supposed would be a panty-melting grin that worked on any woman who hadn’t been subjected to a con man’s charm before. She didn’t trust his good looks or smile.

“Emily–” This from Harper behind her.

“Hey, darling daughter of mine. What’s going on?” Emily’s father joined them, walking down the stairs from where his bedroom was located. Emily’s large room and the other guest rooms were on the opposite side of the house.

James Stevens was in his late fifties, he was strong, fit, and he liked to do more than he should around the house. He and Emily looked nothing alike. She’d gotten her blonde hair from her mom, God rest her soul. Her dad had brown hair and a scruffy beard. And he loved having guests. The bed-and-breakfast had been her parents’ dream – until her mother got sick and things fell apart during her illness.

“Mr.– Oh! We don’t even know your name,” Harper said. “His car broke down and he needs a room.”

“I’m Parker Knight,” he said, giving Harper a grateful wink. A wink that turned Emily’s insides to mush, not that she’d let him know that.

“James Stevens, and this is my daughter, Emily. And her friend, Harper.”

Harper, the traitor, treated him to a friendly wave.

Parker chuckled and grinned at her before turning back to the older man. Emily refused to admit what that wink – at her friend – did to her insides.

“Your daughter said you aren’t renting. But I’m really in a bind.” He appealed to her father instead of Emily, obviously because she’d already turned him down. “So can you make an exception? Please?”

Her father turned to her, a frown on his face. “Emily Ann Stevens, I’m disappointed in you. How could you turn away someone in need? You know we rent to a person or two at a time. We just can’t handle a full house.” He turned back to the man named Parker. “Of course you can stay. Emily, show the man to a room, please.”

Her stomach cramped as she realized she wasn’t going to win this battle. The hot city guy was here to stay. For a couple of days or more, she didn’t know. As far as she was concerned, one day was one too many.
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With a place to stay, Parker also finds himself attracted to the prickly Emily and interested in helping her father restore the inn.

Emily on the other hand, is fighting the attraction. He reminds her of her ex and he is undermining her plans for her father. Plans her father really isn’t interested in.

Fun, revelations, romance, suspense and so much more make this a page turning read.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love.

Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.


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The Cowboy’s Son – Tarnation, Texas Book 2 by Rhonda Lee Carver



The Cowboy’s Son
Tarnation Texas Book 2
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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The stipulations of his father’s will might dictate his actions, but nothing can control his heart…

For years, Lexi Lock has done the right thing, even referred to by her friends as a hopeless romantic. She believes in soul mates, passion and saving herself for the man of her dreams. And then sexy in Wranglers smiles at her and she has a new appreciation for tough and dirty.

Ash Colt is a snarly mess. He’s stuck in Tarnation dealing with his brothers who are strangers, a ranch that isn’t his, and needing a wife…fast–thanks to his father. The sliver of heaven in all the chaos is his neighbor who makes the view from the depths of an inferno seem pretty darn good. She isn’t marriage material…she’s too sweet to marry a Colt…but flirting never hurt anyone.

Life isn’t so bad.

That is until he’s changing diapers and wearing spit-up…

A baby left on his doorstep with a note attached to his shirt leaves Ash elbow deep in daddy duties. He’s taken care of plenty of baby animals in the past, but a human baby requires something Ash isn’t sure he’s capable of.

Until his beautiful neighbor comes to his rescue…

This series is so much fun. The Colt brothers just recently met, two sons from their father’s marriage and three with his girlfriend. They are trying to adjust to not only living together on the huge ranch Grinning Spurs, but also running the businesses and other investments their father has stipulated in his will.

Ash and Brennan have a bit of feud going on since they both found themselves attracted to the veterinarian CC. Ash is over it but there is still friction between them. Seems they are a lot alike.

Lexi has a kennel, she does grooming and boarding for the town’s pets while owners go on vacation. After being cajoled by her family and friends she puts together a welcome basket for her new neighbors, the Colt brothers.

As a result the brothers elect Ash to go thank her in person for the lovely gift.

This is a favorite scene.

ASH SMILED, REMOVING his gaze from bright blue eyes over mud-streaked cheeks to the T-shirt that looked like she’d taken a mud bath. So, this was Grinning Spurs’ closest neighbor? He’d give Tarnation one thing in its favor. The women were interesting…and attractive.

He saw several expressions flicker across her face before she tucked her plump bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head. “Damon, you’ve been a bad boy,” she chastised, but her voice was so soft Ash doubted the dog understood her frustration. She eventually brought her gaze up and met his. “He has a habit of running away.”

“I can see that.”

“Thank you for catching him.”

“I really can’t take credit for that. I was standing here and he came right up to me.”

“I would have spent the next hour searching for him,” she muttered.

“He would have eventually come back. When dogs are hungry they return.”

“True. I’ll take the leash now.” The corners of her mouth played with a smile. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Ash—”

“Colt. My neighbor. Did you and your brothers get the basket okay? I came up there earlier and I didn’t want to disturb anyone by knocking.” The Boxer sat down next to her feet.

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. I wanted to come and thank you personally.” It wasn’t quite the truth, but he couldn’t tell her that he’d been strong-armed into coming.

“That’s nice of you, but really you didn’t have to come over. I mean, I’m grateful that you did—” Her eyes flashed something akin to embarrassment. “You know, because of Damon. This boy is getting a bath whether he likes it or not. My assistant, Dolly, didn’t show up today so our schedule is a bit off. Right, Damon?”

“Did he get sprayed?” The scent was strong.

“Two days ago when he raced off he went head-to-head with a spunky skunk. Believe it or not, he smells better after several baths in special soap. His human said this has happened before, a run-in with a critter. You’d think by now he would have learned his lesson.”

As if the dog knew he was being talked about, his ears perked and he lifted his chin.

“Seeing that Damon here has a relentless desire to escape, how about I help out? As a thank you for the basket.” The words were out and he wished he could fish them back. Although he had work to do back on the ranch, he felt somewhat sorry for the woman who was covered in mud that was now drying and cracking.

“You want to stay and help?” Her thin brows lifted.

“Sure. I’m in no hurry to get back to the ranch and muck stalls.”

“Okay, but I can’t guarantee this will be any more fun than ranch work.”

He could have disagreed with her. Back home he had his brothers to deal with. Here he had nice scenery. She, or rather the dog, led the way into the backyard and his gaze naturally drifted to the soft sway of her hips. He liked how full they were, and how the frayed ends of the shorts landed on the roundest part of her tanned thighs. Her hair was piled on top of her head and strands had come loose at the nape of her neck. The breeze caught her scent and carried it to his nostrils—a sweet, cotton-candy scent that made the hairs on his arms stand. He swallowed and tore his gaze to the grass that was a bit too high. He had enough on his plate than to admire the pretty neighbor.

Dogs watched him pass from the enclosures. Several made whimpering sounds and a few others stared in fascination.  “Looks like you have a full house.”

“During the summer months we’re always packed. Everyone is taking vacation and owners like to keep their pets groomed so they don’t get too hot. Considering I’m the only groomer and pet motel within a reasonable distance, business is good. Which is a Godsend, of course, but when both of my workers don’t show up, it puts me in a pickle.” She smiled which cracked the dried mud on her cheeks more.
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This is the start of a very nice relationship. That is until a baby is left for Ash, on his doorstep, by someone he doesn’t remember.

A complex tale, with suspense coming from several angles. It seems the Colts aren’t the only ones with problems. Lexi has her share with her mother and sister.

Plenty of laughter and a simmer to sizzle relationship fraught with many hurdles.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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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Thunder Rolling – The Storm Book 2 by Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Thunder Rolling
The Storm Book 2
By
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce

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True loyalty knows no boundaries…

The world around Whitney Lake keeps changing, but with John, Isaiah, Nick, Brandon, Dante, and Carson by her side, her foundation has never been stronger. Together, they are building a sanctuary for the survivors of Roanoke—the living and the newly Uncontrolled.

Still figuring out their newfound powers, and the connection which binds them all together, the guys don’t hesitate to do everything they can to protect the woman they love.

Whitney may have brought her guys to life, but when she falls ill, they are left scrambling. Will her men pay any price to save her, or will the storm that brought them together, tear them apart?

This book had me holding my breath and sniffling quite a bit.

After the destruction of Roanoke, Whitney, who told everyone to run, is now running out of energy.

Zero has become a refuge and with so many new arrivals there are problems every day. What they didn’t realize was the circuit that binds them was also now killing Whitney. The energy the guys are pumping through to her is preventing the natural healing that a fever does.

This is a favorite scene as they come to understand the implications.

I held her tighter, adjusting her slightly. Sleep was the best thing for her.

John walked over, bringing me a chair to prop my foot on because I hung half-off the bed. No one said a word. Like me, they seemed content to just stay there right with her, for as long as she needed.

Whitney’s eyes danced beneath her lids. I liked to think she was deep in a recuperative sleep, dreaming about strawberries and ice cream and shopping malls. Happy things.

Not: did we have enough food to go around? Or: was her brother about to find our safe haven?

All of us perched around her room.

In between staring at her, I stared at my friends.

Arms crossed, John stared at Whit like his power of disapproving facial expressions could ward off whatever plagued her. He wasn’t calm, though he would have liked us to think that. Lawyer, remember? I was excellent at interpreting body language.

Dante paced, his attention never leaving Whitney. What did he see when he looked at her that I didn’t?

I studied her again. Her skin was pale, and her orange freckles stood out. Usually, she had a pinky glow. She said she was “red,” but I loved the flush of color. It was like she was always running. Or excited. That color was a sign of the way she approached life: energetically and joyfully. So to see it missing…

It worried me.

A crash from the corner of the room startled me, and I jerked.

“Shit!” Dante said, rubbing his knee. A second later, I jerked again, this time when a zap of static shot through my body.

“Dammit, Dante,” Nick whisper-hissed.

“I didn’t mean to,” the man replied. His tan face was ashamed as he straightened.

Worried, I examined Whit. “It’s like her body is over-reacting to our injuries.”

“Like an autoimmune disorder,” Dante said and then winced. “Sort of.”

“English!” Nick said and then when Whitney shifted, repeated in a quieter voice. “English.”

“Autoimmune disorders happen when a person’s body overreacts to something. A trigger of some sort. And in the process end up attacking the person’s body.”

“Like an allergic reaction?” Brandon asked. “No,” Dante said. “This is when the body attacks itself. It breaks down blood and tissue.”

“Could it result in a heart attack?” John asked.

Heart attack. Whitney suffered a heart attack.

“Yes,” Dante answered. “Tissues become inflamed… It’s possible.” He shook his head. “It makes sense. Though I never came across something like this before. Not in all my studies.”

“Oh, you mean your weird-ass experiments with the Department of Psycho Killers?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” Dante answered, voice devoid of sarcasm. “That one.”

“We go back to the labs,” John said.

“Dante, run a battery of tests on us, and then we start scavenging. If we’re sick, if we’re hurt, no more relying on this fucking circuit to help us. There are antibiotics out there. Fuck—find some Band-Aids. I don’t want to take any more out of Whitney if we don’t have to.”

Nick stood. “I’ll go. I’ve always been good at finding things. Breaking and entering.” He held up his fists and then narrowed his eyes. “Or was it Law and Order?” He shook his head. “Cagney and Lacey? Whatever. Let me get Isaiah. He hates to admit it, but he can find shit, too.”

“Shut up.” John stared hard at Whitney, like he could see under her skin. “And go.”

A thought dawned on me. Dante was smart, brilliant beyond belief but he wasn’t a doctor of medicine, even though what he knew would probably rival one. We needed an actual doctor to look at her and there were some in the general population.
“I’m going to go find her a doctor.”

Brandon nodded. “That’s a good idea. Our childhood doctor and his wife are around somewhere. I’ll come with you and look.”

John walked toward me. “I’ll lie down with her, stay until you guys come back.”

She squirmed on the bed but didn’t wake. Our beautiful girl was so exhausted. We were going to kill her if we weren’t careful, and I couldn’t imagine a life without her in it. If she went away, there would only be darkness where she’d been. A big, gaping wound I’d never be able to heal.

I loved her. I would not lose her. Not to death or the Infection.

None of us had said it, but considering the state of things, what were the chances if we lost Whitney she’d wake up belonging to Dex?

Fuck, we had to figure this out. Fast.
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As Whitney’s fever climbs higher they knew they had to find more help. With the summons from Dr.Karlton, the evil one working with Dex, Dante makes the decision to go to him and get Whitney cured.

The depths of the evil, the pain they all feel, the love and devotion, all had me turning the pages. I certainly didn’t see what was coming, at least I was in denial.

I am so glad the next book is coming out real soon, I need more!

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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

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

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

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Within Range – Ranger Ops Book 2 by Em Petrova



Within Range
Ranger Ops Book 2
By
Em Petrova

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When trouble walks in,
there’s no choice but to hold on tight for the ride.

Two years before, Shaw Woodward watched the love of his life walk down the aisle to another man. Since then, life has kicked him in the balls and lifted him up several times. Just so happens he’s on the downward dip of that cycle right now.

After a difficult mission in the Ranger Ops unit, he’s struggled to keep his focus, and his captain is forcing him to seek help. He just never expected to walk into the shrink’s office to find the woman he loved seated behind the desk in sexy secretary glasses with her blonde hair in a confining bun he wants to unravel.

Atalee Franklin has experienced a lot of highs and lows lately—a marriage and a divorce to name a couple. As a psychiatrist, she’s passionate about helping people through their most difficult moments, but then in walks Shaw, the gorgeous, muscled friend of her ex-husband, and also the reason her marriage failed.

With another shot at a relationship in his sights, can Shaw actually get his head in order enough to feel again? Leaving the Ranger Ops isn’t even a possibility—the only way they’ll strip him from the unit is by putting him in the ground. Atalee sees no way to help the man she cares for without giving her professional opinion to quit the special ops force, but could her heart be impairing her judgment in this case? Losing him a second time isn’t even an option…

Again I’m reading a series out of order. With this one I think I might have been better off starting with the first book. I’m not quite sure of how a Texas Ranger becomes part of Ranger Ops which appears to be far more military in nature.

That said this book does address some PTSD issues that the hero Shaw is experiencing. He does however have a history with the woman assigned as his therapist.

Atalee was about to marry his friend Johnny, when at the urging of his father, Shaw tells her he’s always loved her and to go through with the marriage would be a mistake. Somehow the words Shaw spoke that day never left her and now divorced with her degree and a new position at the VA Atatee is building a new life. The life she had planned before her disaster of a marriage.

Because of the alias used for the appointment Atalee didn’t know it was Shaw that was her patient. So many memories surface including the kiss he gave her that fateful day.

The nature of his job with Ranger Ops has him leaving on missions at a moments notice, and appointments are missed even though in all actuality Atalee can’t be his therapist because of their connection.

Atalee decides to stop by his place after a couple of appointments have been missed. What she finds surprises her.

This is a favorite scene, as clean as I could find.

God, he had to stop these thoughts before they got out of control.

He reached for the box. “I can do it.”

“I’ll help,” she said at once. “It’s your leg?”

He nodded and shifted to tug up his jeans over the bulge of his calf muscle. The ragged wound stung like hell, but all he could think about was Atalee kneeling at his feet. Dirtier thoughts than he’d ever had in his life popped into his mind.

She let out a low gasp at seeing his leg. “What happened to you?” she almost cried.

He latched his gaze onto hers. “Not the question to ask a man like me.”

“It’s a bullet wound, isn’t it? Oh my God, Shaw!” As if to cover her reaction, she tore open the box lid and rifled through the contents.

“Gauze, alcohol, tape. That’s all I need, baby doll.” The endearment rolled off his tongue before he could snatch it back. She sat back on her heels and stared up at him, sea-green eyes burning with tears.

Jesus Christ, he was a goner for this woman.

Reaching out, he cupped her face in his palm, threading his fingers into her soft hair as he’d been wanting to forever.

“If you’ll find me those items, I’ll take care of it. No need to watch.”

She shivered and leaned her head into his touch. Gawd, he couldn’t stop this pull between them—it was like the tides.

“I-I’ll help, I told you.” Pulling away, she located the roll of gauze that was almost depleted from his last injury.

“Cut some into squares using those small scissors,” he instructed.

She flashed a look at him. “How many times have you done this?”

He didn’t answer—she didn’t want to know.

He watched her snip the gauze into several squares. “That’ll do,” he said. Taking the bits, he pressed them to the wound, staunching the blood flow, which had slowed to a trickle. “If you’ll cut a few more and pour some o’ that alcohol on it, I’d appreciate it.”

Without a word, she did as he asked, though she was a bit paler from the experience. He’d give her a nice shot of whiskey and get her feeling better.

Or two shots and make her clothes fall off.

He ground his teeth at the thought of her naked and spread-eagle on his bed.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s going to hurt,” she said.

He gave a nod and removed the bloody bandage for her to clean the bullet graze, a good inch wide and half an inch deep, digging through the muscle of his calf.

When she pressed the alcohol-soaked gauze to the cut, he let out a hiss of pain. A tear dropped from her eye.

“Oh Jesus. Baby doll, I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. Let me have it.” He placed a hand over hers on his leg. Her hand shook, and she looked up at him, eyes swimming with tears.

“I’m okay. I just hate to hurt you, Shaw.”

Hell, did she know how freakin’ sweet she was? Probably not. Women like her were rare, because they did things for others without asking for anything in return. It was how he knew she was a great therapist.

“I’m okay,” he assured her, though his tone took on his emotions and came out thick.

He took over for her, wiping harder to clean out the cut the way he knew she wouldn’t for fear of hurting him further. “More gauze,” he said.

When she handed it to him, he placed it beneath the wound and looked into her eyes. “Pour the alcohol straight in.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. It will hurt you.”

“I have to clean it out, and it’s too deep for just a wipe or two. Pour it in. Please, Atalee.”

After two heartbeats, she nodded and picked up the bottle. It wavered over his leg, and then she dumped it.

The searing pain cut through his muscle, but he bit back any sounds he might have made if he was alone. When she looked up, he gave a nod to stop. “Now we just bandage it.”

“That I can do. Lean back and let me take care of it.”

He did, too tired to resist, and besides, having her soft hands working over his leg soothed him in ways he hadn’t known he needed till now.

She fussed over him, placing the gauze bandage just so, and then she taped it down, commenting that the tape would pull out his leg hair when he removed it. That brought a half-smile to his lips. When she was finished, she sat back on her heels again.
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Of course things don’t go completely smooth, but they mostly do as far as the relationship goes. He doesn’t go for therapy though and he actually finds help in a totally different environment.

We also meet Shaw’s father and Atalee’s mother who seem to strike up their own sort of relationship.

Slow revelations and white hot heat along with interesting glimpses of missions. Plus a nice lead in to what I presume will be the next book in this series.

I definitely have to go back to read the first book in this series for a better understanding of Ranger Ops in general.

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The Defender – Sons of Texas Book 4 by Donna Grant




The Defender
Sons of Texas Book 4
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Donna Grant

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Their love knows no borders.

A loner who exudes danger, Lev Ivanski has spent his life in service to one man, someone he loves and respects. But things are changing. Rapidly. Lev and his boss have allies and friends and a new mission more important their than business, all because of the Saints. This clandestine organization needs to be taken down, and Lev has the skills to help. What he doesn’t expect is to be at the mercy of a woman who makes him crave more than he ever thought to want.

Determined and dedicated, Reyna Harris is used to danger and living on the edge. An ex-CIA operative, she’s been embedded with the Saints for years, trying to take them down from the inside. When her cover is blown, she is forced to trust a man she just met, fighting their way out of one battle after another. But there’s something about Lev that Reyna knows she can trust. And love. She needs Lev – and not just to take a swipe at the Saints. Together they’re an unstoppable force. And with their friends, they just might succeed in their mission.

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Once again I start a series in the middle not at the beginning.

Lev traveled to Kiev on a mission to thwart an assassination planned by the group known as ‘The Saints’. Now Saints is not what I would call this group that has infiltrated governments and corporations to coerce people to do their bidding.

The Saints reach is long and dangerous to anyone who opposes them. Rayna managed to infiltrate them after they killed her partner. She has been looking for a way to take them down internally.

What we have are two very strong personalities with a common goal, yet one appears to be on the wrong side.

This is a favorite scene.

Someone would have to be the first to bend. It wasn’t something Lev did. Ever. But after hearing Reyna on the phone, he had a suspicion that there was a lot about the female she kept hidden.

Much as he did.

Her dark eyes held his as if daring him to be the first to crack. He’d been through so many levels of Hell, that it would take much more than her to break him. And while his instinct was to refuse to budge, he recalled fighting alongside the Loughmans, their women, Yuri, and Maks Petrov against the Saints.

It had felt good to take such a stand, even if it killed him not to be by Sergei’s side to protect him. The sooner Lev finished with this, the sooner he could get back to Maryland and Sergei.

Where he belonged.

Because as much as the Loughmans might try and make him feel as if he were part of their group, Lev knew better. He was a loner. Destiny had chosen that road for him. Sergei had given him a home and a place to hone his skills. Lev owed Sergei everything.

“You want information?” Lev lifted his arms. “Take these off.”

Reyna shook her head of caramel locks. “I quite like walking around without having my gun pointed at you every second.”

“I won’t attack you or leave.”

She barked in laughter. “As if I’ll take your word.”

Lev glanced down at the floor. He’d planned to wait to show her that he’d picked the locks during the night with the pin that she’d given him to unlock the door at the theatre, but it seemed that now was his opportunity.

He tugged gently, and the shackles fell to the floor. Reyna’s eyes widened as her lips parted in shock. Then her gaze jerked to his face.

“You forgot to take this back,” Lev said as he held up the pin. “I unlocked them within an hour of being here last night. I didn’t harm you or leave when I had the chance. That should prove my word is good.”

She closed her lips and swallowed. Anger tightened her features, but he suspected that she was furious with herself more than him. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I’ve done this job a long time. I don’t make mistakes.”

“You did last night,” he pointed out.

“If I made those kinds of mistakes often, I wouldn’t be alive.”

She spoke the truth there. Had it been anyone but him, she would be dead. But he didn’t point that out. There was no need. She knew.

Lev got to his feet. As he did, he saw the way she took a defensive step back, readying to go for a gun she most likely had stashed nearby.

He ignored her and picked up his empty plate and mug before he walked past her to the kitchen. Lev set the dishes by the sink and rolled up his sleeves. He had his back to her, but he was aware of her position.

As soon as he had walked into the kitchen, Reyna moved to the fireplace and reached into the bucket of wood for a pistol. Lev didn’t say anything to her. If it made her feel safer to have a weapon pointed at him, then he’d let her. For now.

After he’d finished the dishes, he dried his hands and turned to face her, leaning back against the counter. He spread the damp towel out to dry and folded his arms across his chest. The only good thing was that she didn’t have the gun pointed at him.

“I don’t work for the Saints,” he told her. “I came here to stop Stasiuk’s assassination.”

“You didn’t succeed.”

He drew in a breath. “I know.”

“Even if you had saved him, the Saints would’ve gone after him again. And again. Until they ended him.”

Lev wondered if she realized that she didn’t include herself with the Saints. That slip-up might have been done on purpose, but his instincts said otherwise. His gut told him that Reyna wasn’t with the Saints, even if she was working for them.

Which meant that she might be undercover. It made sense. Especially given she was so adamant about wanting information to take to her superiors.

“You’re probably right,” he conceded. “But I would’ve liked to shove another loss in the Saints’ faces.”

Her gaze intensified. “Another?”

Lev hid his smile. He’d known that would get her attention. “You heard right.”

“Tell me more.”

He had leverage to get information out of her, but he decided to hold off for now. It was a calculated risk, one that he hoped would pay big dividends.
Donna Grant. The Defender (Kindle Locations 452-488). Kindle Edition.

It’s Lev who figures out they need to leave and Rayna is the one with an escape plan. Although it is an arduous journey and one fraught with danger from the Saints.

This is a fast-paced, suspenseful, intense and satisfying read. With lots of action and some sizzling heat.

I now have to go back to the beginning to learn about all the other characters I met in this book.

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Donna is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over forty-five novels. Her most popular series is the breathtaking Dark King (aka Dragon King) series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

In addition to her novels, Donna has written over forty short stories, novellas, and novelettes for digital-first and print release. She has been dubbed as giving the “paranormal genre a burst of fresh air” by the San Francisco Book Review. Her work has been hailed as having “deft plotting and expert characterization” by Publisher’s Weekly and “sizzling” by RT Book Reviews.

She has been recognized with awards from both bookseller and reader contests including the National Reader’s Choice Award, Booksellers Best Award, as well as the coveted K.I.S.S. Award from RT Book Reviews.

Donna travels often for various speaking engagements, conferences, and book signings. She is also a frequent workshop presenter at national conferences such as RT Book Lovers Convention and Thrillerfest, as well as local chapters.

Born and raised in Texas, she also has ties across the border in Louisiana. Growing up with two such vibrant cultures, her Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding. She is never far from her faithful 80 pound dog, Sisko, or her three cats. She can often be found at the movies or bookstore with her children. Or buying makeup. And shoes.

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Lightning Strikes – The Storm Book 1 By Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce



Lightning Strikes
The Storm Book 1
By
Ripley Proserpina
&
Rebecca Royce

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True love refuses to die…

Whitney Lake has had a lot of time to contemplate the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, an infection wiped out most of the human population, and her life changed forever. In one of the few safe cities left, Whitney tries to keep her head down, and stay alive.

But the world needs saving, and she may be the only one who can do it. When a letter from her long-dead best friend arrives, Whitney takes a chance. Can she save those she thought were lost?

Out in the wilderness, where she never dared to go, she’ll discover a world she never expected, and six men who would come back from the dead just to be with her.

Will she fight for the men who chose her, or will she lose everything in the coming storm?

I’m going to say right from the start Ripley and Rebecca have some very weird, yet interesting minds. I don’t think even my wildest imagination could come up with what they have in this start to a new series.

It is likely the end of the world. Zombies are everywhere and every day someone is turned by the infection.

Whitney’s best friend, Brandon was one of those people. She watched in horror as he was killed and turned. However when she gets a message to meet him she goes. She loved him and she had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her.

When he shows up with another, Whitney runs and ends up falling and unconscious. Which leads to meeting the Uncontrolled, and a dream that starts changing everything.

This is a favorite scene.

I dreamed I stood in the center of a circle. The world was a vivid green I only saw in the springtime when the leaves were newly unfurled and the grass had sprouted from a dry, winter ground. Rain pelted the earth around me, but I remained untouched.

Above me, storm clouds gathered, and I lifted my face toward the sky. Inside the dark rolling clouds, lightning flashed like a warning, but I wasn’t afraid. Thunder cracked ominously and the lightning struck, a blazing white, into the ground.

Once. Twice. Lightning hit the ground over and over. Six distinct strikes. The smell of ozone was thick in the air and the hairs on my arm stood up.

Realization hit me suddenly—I wasn’t alone. Fearless, I studied the faces of the men regarding me. They’d never hurt me. That was a given. Somehow, I knew that.

Brandon. I knew him as well as I knew myself. His expression was passive. He’d never say no to this. His friends all loved him. That wasn’t surprising. Everyone always had. In a real sense, I was here in this moment because of that love.

Isaiah. He watched me with curious eyes. Would I be as accepting as he had been to the strangers who were now as close to him as brothers? He held his hands loosely at his sides, but he wasn’t relaxed. He waited for my decision. What was the question?

John. Dark-eyed, devil-may-care attitude. But he cared. He didn’t fool me. Every move he made, every decision or judgment rendered had been one he agonized over. He frowned and side-eyed Isaiah before returning his gaze to mine. I see you, I wanted to say. I see what you try to hide.

Carson. He stared at the ground while I stared at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze. Constantly measuring himself against a world that didn’t exist anymore, Carson found himself lacking in every possible way. He needed to realize his worth. I’d show him, if he gave me the chance. I’d show him he was perfect no matter what.

Nick. His gaze was hard, and he was world-weary. Well, I was, too. He and I had more in common than perhaps I had with anyone here. Maybe even more than Brandon, because we’d been hurt by the same man. We lived in a world filled with liars but tried to make our way. We were survivors, he and I. But our hearts were vulnerable and exposed.

Dante— “You don’t think you belong here,” I said.

He smiled sadly. “I don’t, Whit. Look at me. And look at you.”

The clouds parted, and the sun came out. He winced, but held my gaze, and I looked at him, really looked at him. His chin was covered in a metal plate, and one cheekbone was sewn with ragged, uneven stitches. That must have been his first injury, the one he had to do with no one to guide him. The metal set off the hue of his skin. No. He wasn’t classically beautiful, but every scar on his skin told his story. It told me he’d never give up, not on me, and not on any of these guys. Ever. I smiled at him. “I am looking at you, Dante.”
Rebecca Royce; Ripley Proserpina. Lightning Strikes (Kindle Locations 716-738). Kindle Edition.

There is much going on in this book as Whitney goes on the run from her father and discovers so much more. Not only about the Uncontrolled that are somehow bound to her but also the Controlled and the Controller.

Ripley and Rebecca have truly outdone themselves. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.


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

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

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!

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Mr. Whiskey – The Case Brothers Book 4 By Tessa Layne



mr. whiskey
The Case Brothers Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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I knew she was sin in stilettos
the second I laid eyes on her…

But did that stop me? Hell, no.

Because I’m nothing, if not a risk taker. And Roxi Rickoli, with a snake tattoo climbing up her leg and hinting at unparalleled pleasure, tempts me like the devil himself.

And while I can’t get enough of the wild redhead who runs my bar, I know that fate is a cruel mistress. And when she comes calling, someone must pay…

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Danny is friends with the Case Brothers, he has lots of money and invests where he pleases and also helps women in need.

This book opens with a fund raiser and Danny is supplying a debut whiskey and an after party poker game at his club the Whiskey Den.

However it’s the bartender at this event that catches his eye. She’s mysterious beauty, and the attraction is electrifying.

This is a favorite scene as Danny makes his claim.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Always behind the scenes, pulling strings like a puppet-master. When are you going to let go and start enjoying life?”

I sidestep his question with one of my own. “Where’s Stockton?”

“He refused to come tonight because his mother keeps trying to set him up with one of Muffy’s granddaughters.”

“Stockton’s mother has been trying to marry him off since college.”

“It’s only gotten worse,” Harrison states with a scowl. She’s taken to ‘dropping by the office’ with a new girl each week.”

“Sounds like you could use a drink,” I say, moving to the makeshift bar and filling a tumbler of whiskey directly from the cask. I hand it to him. “Tom’s Special Reserve.”

He lifts his glass in a toast. “To snatching kisses and kissing snatch.”

“Who is she?” I ask, suddenly suspicious. It’s not like Harrison to be that crude.

“No one,” he answers too sharply.

“Liar. Your eyebrow always twitches when you lie,” I say pointing to the corner of his eye. “Whoever she is, she’s got you tied up in knots.”

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together. “The only tying up going on will be happening later tonight.”

“But not with Roxi. Just so we’re clear,” I growl pouring myself a tumbler. It’s not like me to stake a claim, but I’ve seen Harrison work. He loves the chase almost as much as winning the prize. And I don’t know what happened when Roxi and I touched, but I’ve never felt electrocuted by a woman’s touch before. Not like this.

“Roxi, huh? That her name?” Harrison’s smile turns sly.

“Don’t get any ideas. My love life’s off limits.”

He spreads is hands. “I just want to help.”

“You want to help? Spread the word — discretely — about tonight’s poker game.”

Harrison quickly turns serious. “What’s the buy in?”

“Fifty.” He knows I mean thousand. “Limited to the first five. If we have ten, I’ll do a second seating at one.”

He nods. “See you at midnight?”
Tessa Layne. Mr. Whiskey (Kindle Locations 113-131). Shady Layne Media.

Now poker games are not exactly legal, and the players are a suspicious bunch of characters. That of course is why they’re held in Danny’s private club in a back room with only members and vetted friends.

All this get very interesting when Danny discovers Roxi is his bar manager’s replacement while she’s on maternity leave.

So many twists and turns, edge of your seat suspense and intrigue, plus enough heat to melt your kindle.

I truly hope we get to see more of these characters.

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

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