Dark Prison – Dark Falls, CO Book 8 by Lori Ryan


The Dark Falls, CO series
is a multi-author series set in Dark Falls, CO.
Bad things happen there,
but there are heroes that rise
when the darkness comes.
Follow the series to meet these heroes
and the heroines who claim their hearts.

Each book in the series can be read as a standalone, but readers may enjoy the series best if read from the beginning.

Dark Prison
Dark Falls, CO Book 8
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Lori Ryan

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Kemal Goodwin

The last thing he needed was another cop in his life.

Growing up with his dad on the force was hard enough on Kemal. And with the shape his dad is in now, the last thing Kemal wants is someone around to remind his dad of his glory days as a detective in the Dark Falls PD. So when Eve Scanlon shows up with a lead in the one cold case his dad never let go, he’s going to make damned sure she doesn’t get his dad involved.

Eve Scanlon

Eve doesn’t care what Kemal Goodwin wants or doesn’t want. She’s got a job to do and the body of a woman who vanished decades before, not to mention evidence of a child out there somewhere in danger. If Kemal thinks he’s going to get in the way, she’s got a wake up call for him. Her former mentor might be retired, but he knows this case better than anyone.

Solving a case with thirty-year-old evidence and not a whole lot of leads. Yeah, that’s hard. Dealing with the feelings for Kemal that she definitely doesn’t want and absolutely isn’t going to act on? That might prove to be damn near impossible.

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This book opens with the find of a body related to a cold case. Eve’s retired partner Glenn had continued to work this case long after it went cold and until he retired.

Now Captain, Eve is reopening the case on new evidence and she needs to talk to Glenn. She hasn’t visited very often lately, her busy schedule has made that difficult. Glenn hasn’t been the same since his wife died and his son, Kemal doesn’t like her talking about the job but this time he doesn’t get the choice.

This is a favorite scene.

He stepped closer to her, using the height he held over her to his advantage. “He’s not the man you used to know, Eve. That man died with my mom.” He always made a point to remind her that she used to know his dad.

Normally, she’d backed off for a while. But she couldn’t back off today. Not this time.

Eve sometimes couldn’t believe the man Glenn’s son had become. There was a time she was welcomed here for Sunday dinners with the family. A time they all used to laugh around the table, taking a much-needed break from the hell she and Glenn were immersed in at work. Kemal was a different man then. Dahlia Goodwin’s death had left a gash so deep and so painful in this family, it was struggling to survive.

Still, today wasn’t a day when she could let him have his way. And she knew what it would take to get in the door. “Sorry, Kemal, but this can’t wait. We just identified the body of Samantha Greer.”

She didn’t need to tell him who Samantha Greer was or why it mattered to his dad.

He knew the name Samantha Greer as well as she did. Not because he’d known Samantha. Not because she’d been anything more than a runaway teen to him, but because his dad had never stopped looking for the girl the rest of the city had thrown away.

Glenn Goodwin had never forgotten the case. Twenty-one years hadn’t changed the fact he’d committed to bringing the lost girl home someday.

Kemal wasn’t swayed. “He’s having a bad week. Things will turn around in a few days. You can come back then.”

Eve tried to relax her jaw. Her dentist had told her she had to stop clenching it so tightly or he wouldn’t be able to undo the damage she was doing to her teeth. Let the man try dealing with Kemal Goodwin, then he could talk to her about meditation and relaxation.

“We’ve got a body now. We’ve got new evidence. Do you know what that means to a cold case? I can’t wait a week, Kemal. I need to move now.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. Was he really pulling this crap with her?

“Do you really want to do this? Do you need me to pull out my badge and remind you that it’s a crime to interfere with a police investigation?”

The anger that crept over his face was harsh, taking what had been dull, tired eyes and making them crystalline chips of granite.

Eve blew out a breath and softened her tone. “Don’t let your dad to read about this in the paper. How do you think he’ll feel when he knows I didn’t come straight o him with this the minute we found her?”

Kemal scrubbed his hands over his hair and then down the back of his neck, looking at the ground, not at her.

“I’m sorry, Kemal. If I thought it would be better not to tell him, I’d do that, but he needs to know this.”

He nodded, but didn’t speak. With a final breath out, he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, swinging it wide to let Eve enter first.

The house was dark and quiet. “He’s probably still in bed,” Kemal said quietly, moving past her. “I’ll get him. Help yourself to a drink in the fridge.”

He took the stairs two at a time and Eve made her way through the living room to the kitchen at the back of the house. She opened curtains as she went. The house was neat and clean, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t be if Kemal hadn’t moved in with his dad.

She put her fingers to the photos of Kemal’s mother that lined the hallway as she passed them. She had liked Dahlia a lot. It would kill Dahlia to see Glenn like this.

Eve started a pot of coffee. It was already past noon, but she could use it and she had a feeling Kemal and Glenn could too.

It was ten minutes before she heard them coming back down the stairs. She wasn’t prepared for seeing Glenn. Kemal was right. It wasn’t a good time. The man who’d always been meticulous about his clean-cut hair and shaved jaw was now sporting an ungroomed beard of a couple of inches and his hair looked like he hadn’t combed it in a week.

He wore sweatpants and a t-shirt and he tried for a smile when he saw her.

He glanced at the coffee pot. “Sorry, Eve. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have tried…” He seemed at a loss and she wondered if he was trying to figure out what he would have tried to do to prepare for her.

She moved to him and put a hand on his upper arm, giving a squeeze. “I never need you to put yourself out for me, Glenn. I’m sorry I stopped by without calling first.”

Eve didn’t mess around with any more niceties. She dove right in. “We recovered the body of Samantha Greer.”

She watched the blood drain from Glenn’s face. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them and sinking into one of the chairs at the counter island that took up much of the room.

“Where was she?”

“There’s a small cemetery on the upper west side of the city.” She could feel Kemal’s eyes on her as she spoke. He might be pouring coffee, but he was listening. “A grave was dug four days ago in preparation for a funeral. When the workers uncovered the plot the following day for the burial they realized it wasn’t as deep as it should have been. They hopped in to finish the job.”

“Wasn’t empty?” Glenn asked.

Eve accepted the cup of coffee Kemal handed her and sipped. The man made a damned good cup of coffee. “No. Someone had dumped a body and put enough dirt over it to cover it, probably hoping they’d just put the coffin in and fill it without noticing.”

Eve hated the look on Glenn’s face. He’d looked so long and hard for Samantha after her disappearance. She was a foster kid most people had written off as a runaway, but not Glenn. Eve had a feeling he’d always held out hope she would turn up somewhere, alive and well.

Glenn cleared his throat as if prepping himself for his question. “Cause of death?”

“Blunt force trauma to the head.” She took a deep breath. “Glenn, she didn’t die when she was fifteen. We’ve got a rock-solid ID from her dental records so we know it’s Samantha Greer, but she was somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties when she died.”

Glenn was struggling with the news and she didn’t blame him. The look on his face was haunted. “She was alive. We could have found her.”

Eve didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything she could say that would alleviate the guilt he would carry over that. She could tell him he’d done all he could, and she knew that was the truth. He’d never given up. But there were some burdens words wouldn’t alleviate.

Glenn looked to her. “Where was she all those years? And where has her body been all this time?”

Samantha Greer had vanished twenty-one years ago at age fifteen. So, she’d been somewhere for ten to fifteen years before she died, give or take based on the pathologist’s estimate of her age.

“And where was her body before it was moved?” Eve asked, knowing he wouldn’t have any more answers than she did.

Glenn’s eyes flashed dark. “She wasn’t a runaway and this proves that, Eve. You need to fight to reopen this case and give it the attention it never got. She deserves that much. Hell, she deserves more.”

Eve raised a hand, palm out to stop him. He was one of the few people who could get away with talking to her like that, but still, his ire was misplaced. “We’re reopening the file. She’s got head trauma we need explained and someone dumped her body. There are things here that need answering. I’ll make sure that happens. In the meantime, can I call you when I have questions about the case?”

She saw Kemal stiffen but ignored him. He was wrong if he thought working on something like this was bad for his dad.

Glenn gave a curt nod. “Yeah. You can call me.
Lori Ryan. Dark Prison: Dark Falls, CO Romantic Thriller Book 9 (Kindle Locations 195-256).

In spite of Kemal’s protests, Glenn is going to help all he can with this investigation.

What Eve doesn’t expect is her almost overwhelming attraction to Kemal. I loved the internal battles they both seem to have.

As we learn more about this case we also get to see some of the hot racial topics that are in the news almost daily, these are handled with grace, dignity and truth.

Plenty of frustration and intrigue, laced with some family drama and a relationship that sizzles.

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Lori Ryan is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance with steamy love scenes and characters you won’t want to leave in the pages when the story is over.Lori published her first novel in April of 2013 and ​has fallen in love with writing.

​She is the author of the Sutton Capital Series; the Heroes of Evers, Texas; and the Triple Play Curse Novellas, a set of novellas with sexy baseball players at their core as part of Bella Andre’s Game For Love Kindle World. She has also published in Melanie Shawn’s Hope Falls Kindle World and in Robyn Peterman’s Magic and Mayhem Kindle World.

She lives with an extremely understanding husband, three wonderful children, and two mostly well-behaved dogs in Austin, Texas. It’s a bit of a zoo, but she wouldn’t change a thing. She loves to connect with her readers. Follow her on Facebook or Twitter or subscribe to her blog.


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Point Blank Range – Ranger Ops Book 3 by Em Petrova



Point Blank Range
Ranger Ops Book 3
By
Em Petrova

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If hate is a game, this special ops man and ATF agent are out for blood. Or maybe they’re just fighting to see who will be on TOP.

Special Ops Sergeant Lincoln Reed, aka Linc, doesn’t want to talk about how small, dark places make him want to blow shit up. He wants to forget about that time of his life and get back to his team. But now he’s trapped in an elevator with the annoying—and strangely pretty—ATF agent he’s spent weeks trying to get off his back. She’s a know-it-all on a power trip… and has he mentioned she’s pretty?

One minute Nealy finds herself in a defunct elevator with a volatile special ops man and the next she’s in his arms… with her naked thighs wrapped around him. Now she’s forced to work even closer with him and the Ranger Ops team. She can’t think of anything worse than a bunch of chest-thumping gun-toting tough guys taking credit for her bringing down the biggest illegal weapons smuggler the US has seen in decades.

As their investigation takes them through two states and across the Mexican border, Linc and Nealy are forced into an even tighter situation and have no choice but to see it through till the end. But she’s still a know-it-all, even if she can kiss the lips right off him. And she could do without the soft spot growing inside her for the man who’s all mouth and muscles. Can she close the door on this case and keep her heart intact?

This book is loaded with white hot, explicit scenes. I recommend 18 years of age or older.

Badly injured escaping from arms dealers, Linc finds himself in a Bethesda Hospital burn unit. Recovery is a painful and tedious event, made worse by the constant presence of a persistent DEA Agent asking the same questions over and over.

After being passed over for promotion, Nealy is given the case of a lifetime. Operation X is the one that could elevate her career so the next promotion would be hers. The biggest lead on these arms smugglers/dealers is currently in her neighborhood recuperating from burns acquired while getting away from these men.

With Linc discharged and back in Texas and her bosses wanting results, Nealy heads to Texas to join with the Ranger Ops to take down those involved in her case. She doesn’t exactly get a warm welcome.

This is a favorite scene.

Lennon clapped him on the back, and Linc pivoted his head to look at him. “You did good for your first day back. Any pain?”

Linc shook his head. They stopped walking as an SUV pulled up. A window rolled down, and Linc stepped forward, thinking to see the politician.

He drew up short as his gaze fell on the woman behind the lowered glass. Their stares connected, and lurid images flashed through his mind as a dark heat crawled through his groin.

He pushed out a sigh. “Now you’re showing up on my jobs?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I need to speak to your captain.”

Like hell, was Linc’s first thought. Suddenly, he realized Sully would be left with the headache and Linc wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying woman.

She turned in profile and said something to the driver. Then she got out. Beside him, he felt Lennon go still as he stared at the woman.

Oh hell no. His brother could not be looking at the ATF agent as a woman, could he? She was plain at best.

Except Linc remembered very well how soft her curves had felt under his hands in the dark elevator.

And how pretty he’d thought she was before stepping onto the elevator.

She looked to his brother, and Lennon extended a hand. “You must be Lennon,” she said.

He grinned and clasped her hand.

“Yeah, my twin and the guy who doesn’t have time to stand around talking to you,” Linc cut in, shouldering his brother aside.

Lennon and Nealy stared at him. At that moment, the rest of the guys approached, bulked out with gear and grins on their faces as they ripped on each other.

Linc pointed out Sully. “That’s the guy you wanna talk to.”

He turned and walked away. A second later, Lennon jogged up beside him.

“So… she have freckles?”

“Shut up, Lennon.”

“That’s a yes. Freckled everywhere?”

“Dude, you’re about to get decked.”

He continued on to the Ranger Ops SUV, peeling his sling holding his automatic over his head.

“Another yes.”

“Look, she’s an irritating woman who came by the hospital in DC asking me questions about the guys who took me.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. I don’t have fuzzy feelings toward her.”

“Sure looked that way when you saw her.”

Fuck—just what Linc did not need. He hoped to hell Nealy hadn’t noted anything of the like, because it was false to the max. There weren’t feelings involved—it was sex in an elevator, and since then, he’d often wondered why he’d even done it. He liked women, but he wasn’t one to take advantage, especially if he disliked the woman. He had some moral code, after all.

They reached the SUV, and Linc opened the back to stow away his weapon. After that, he made the mistake of tossing a glance over his shoulder—to see Nealy looking at him.
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Plenty of intrigue, suspense and white hot heat flares between Nealy and Linc whenever they are together.

There’s also hints of an information leak that is jeopardizing every mission.

This is a very sexy read, with enough action and intrigue to keep you turning the pages.

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Em Petrova lives in backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.


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Merk’s Mistake – Heroes for Hire Book 3 By Dale Mayer



Merk’s Mistake
Heroes for Hire Book 3
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


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Time never fades…

After months of recovery, Merk is moving from mission to mission, happily back in his active life again. But when his ex-wife sends out a panicked call for help, he rushes to meet her – only to see her snatched away in front of him.

Katina has only one person in mind when she finds herself in trouble. Merk. They haven’t spoken for ten years, but time hasn’t changed some things. The attraction between she and Merk is as deep and strong as it was back then. Even more so. But with her life on the line, she can’t focus on him… and can’t get her mind off him.

She has something others want, and they will do anything to get it back. No matter how nefarious. No matter how evil. No matter who they kill.

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No one is more surprised than Merk when he finds voice mails from his ex-wife on his cell when he returns from a mission. When he finally reaches her, he agrees to meet. Unfortunately that meeting turns into a kidnapping with Merk on their tail.

After taking care of that issue all he had to do is get her safely ensconced at Levi’s Compound.

This is a favorite scene as she meets the crew.

He was making her crazy again. He’d been like that eleven years ago, and they’d only known each other for a day.

She followed him in. He took a left and laid all the boxes in the middle of the room. She turned and looked at the contents in fascination. Like a huge garage but with workbenches and more, as if they did some fancy development work here.

As he walked toward her again, she eyed him carefully and asked, “Just exactly what do you do for a living?”

“Private security,” he said simply.

“Oh.” He took her hand and said, “Come on.”

He walked with her into what appeared to be a kitchen with a long bench. In the center of the room were at least half a dozen people.

She stood awkwardly beside Merk as the goddess-looking woman turned and saw her.

“Hello, my name’s Ice. Who are you?”

And the words that flew from her mouth were not what she had ever expected to say. “Merk’s wife.”

The room froze.

And then she realized what she’d said. “Ex-wife. I’m Merk’s ex-wife,” she said hurriedly. “My name is Katina Marshal.”

“Welcome, Katina. We made a place for you at the table, so come and sit down.” In a smooth voice Ice turned to Merk and said, a twinkle shining in her eyes, “Merk, get your wife a coffee.”

Katina winced. “Sorry, Merk.”

With an irritable shrug, he said, “They were bound to find out sometime. So, whatever.”

But would they? If they were surprised, it meant he hadn’t told them about what happened eleven years ago. When Katina finally sat, Merk handed her a large cup of coffee. Black just the way she liked. She wondered at that. She had remembered all kinds of little things about him too. Deciding not to bring it up, she huddled over the cup and blew on the top. She’d really like to drink it, but it was hot.

When they were all seated, that air of expectation hung over the table. She looked at Merk and shrugged.

He just said, “You brought it up. You explain.”

Her eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. “I would rather we not have to. Isn’t it obvious? We were married. Now we’re divorced. It’s a closed book.”

“How long ago was this?” Ice asked curiously. “I’ve known Merk for a long time.”

Katina laughed. “When we were both dumb and stupid. As in Vegas stupid, eleven years ago.”

That startled a laugh out of everyone at the table. Merk just rolled his eyes. She grinned. “Hey, the Elvis Presley Presley Wedding Chapel was damn good that night.”

“Yeah, how many margaritas did it take for that to look good?” Merk teased her.

Under the glare of fascination from everybody around them, she shrugged and confessed, “I don’t remember.” That brought everybody into full gales of laughter.

Sheepishly she grinned and said, “Still, when I ran into trouble, I knew exactly who to call.” She looked across at Merk and said, “Thank you for saving my life today.”

As a conversation stopper, it was a killer. Complete silence swept through the room.
Mayer, Dale. Heroes for Hire: Books 1-3 (pp. 487-489). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Now the team needs more information if they’re going to help Katina. She’s not very forthcoming and has issues knowing who to trust.

The travels and dangers as Merk attempts to keep her safe as the information she finally gave them does what it’s supposed to do. The attraction between these two is palpable and leads to much sizzling heat. There’s also some laughs and fun mixed in.

I loved seeing all the guys and the visit with Gunner was very informative. It seems Katina has a gift that I can see being useful in future books.

I have been buying these in the collections so I’m now starting Rhode’s Reward, book four in this series.

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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


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SEAL Hard – Silver Seals Book 9 by JM Madden



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

SEAL Hard
Silver SEALs Book 9
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Former Navy SEAL Commander Jack Bishop thought he was done with the government shenanigans that cost him part of his mobility. So when he’s presented with a new case thanks to the Bone Frog division of the Department of Homeland Security, he’s less than enthused, until he learns that Navy SEAL families are in danger. But there’s a more personal connection. Somehow his best-friend’s widow is involved and no matter how hard he has to fight his need for her, he has to be there to help her out. He has no desire to rejoin any part of the government, but there are lives at risk, as well as a personal connection he can’t ignore.

Andrea Winters knows that something hinky is going on in her high traffic coffee shop. As a former Navy SEAL wife, she knows something feels off. She reports her feelings to a man she thinks she can trust, and suddenly she’s running for her life. Is there a conspiracy afoot? Or is she just overreacting to a strange set of circumstances? Things begin to turn around when Jack Bishop returns, looking even more handsome than he did years before. In spite of his scarred, inscrutable exterior, she still sees glimmers of the man she thought at one time would help her rebuild her life after her husband—his best friend— was killed.

Will he help her understand what’s going on now? Or just confuse her further with his hungry looks and even more demanding hands… more importantly, will he stay this time?

They’re in a race against time to save lives, and possibly hearts…

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One of the things I really love about these books is how the Commanders asked to handle things are always doing something really relaxing when they get the call. I almost feel sorry for them.

In this book we meet Andrea Winters, she is the widow of a SEAL who now owns a coffee shop in a college town. When she overhears something ‘hinky’ she does some cleaning up of the tables near the guy and later calls one of the people she knows can take care of the situation.  This doesn’t end well.

Jack is called in when CIA Agent Roger Mann is found in a dumpster behind Andrea’s shop, and there is no sign of her anywhere. It’s Jack who knows where she might go, her husband was his best friend and they were all more like family than just friends. When she calls him from the road, he confirms where she’s headed and rushes to join her.

This is a favorite scene.

Two hours later, she was pacing the mostly dark house but she was feeling better. It was late, but she had no desire to lay down. She didn’t think she could, not until Jack got there. She’d taken the time to jot down notes about what she’d observed at the murder scene. The man on the motorcycle was the same man she’d overheard inside the Daily Grind. She had no idea how Roger had found him but the motorcycle was the same. The man who killed Roger was wearing a helmet but it didn’t have a visor and she’d recognized him immediately.

If they didn’t figure out what the hell was going on, there was a chance she could end up as dead as Roger.

She wasn’t sure what made her turn around, but Jack was suddenly just there, in the living room with her, holding out his strong arms to her. If he’d approached her any other way, she’d have been okay. Instead he came in and disarmed her, offering her comfort she knew she shouldn’t take. But after the past day and night, she couldn’t help but take it. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she turned her head into his heavy chest and sobbed.

Andrea hated feeling weak in that moment. It was everything she’d grown up fighting against and it contradicted everything she’d tried to teach her daughter and the young women that worked for her— Be strong and be able to support yourself without a man in the picture.

She’d been alone for so long though. And this wasn’t something she could deal with on her own.

Jack smelled as good as he always did, like man and the outdoors. For a second she forgot about everything that had happened and just basked in being held in his arms. Yes, she could support herself on her own, but sometimes it was nice have someone else to bear some of the weight.

Jack give her time to cry herself out. He didn’t pull away and he didn’t shift uncomfortably under her tears. His hard arms were locked around her. Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried so hard. Actually, she could. Jack had held her then as well. It had been when Dorian had been killed.

“You’re always holding me when I cry,” she whispered.

“It’s all good,” he told her roughly.

For moment, she thought he meant something else, something more. No, that wasn’t what he meant. Reluctantly pulling away, Andrea scrubbed her face, wiping away tears. “Sorry, Jack.”

Jack Bishop was a massive figure. Not as tall as Dorian had been, but built almost twice as heavily. He’d retired from the SEALs almost five years ago now, then she thought he’d joined Homeland Security for a couple years, but that had seemed odd to her. Last she’d heard, he’d been retired, moving around here and there. Helping out as a contractor on a few things. Overall, after Dorian died, Jack had gotten away from the Navy. He’d been in the same accident that had killed Dorian. Jack had been left with a mangled lower leg and foot and half a dozen bullet holes in his body, but he’d been there for her when the body of her husband had come home, standing in a cast to hold her, though she should’ve been the one giving him comfort and care. They’d both been grieving.

Jack looked good now though, broad and strong, his rough face tanned. It was obvious he was outside a lot. His iron gray hair was short, but still looked thick. His face was the same, lean and scarred, hard silver eyes unfathomable. Years ago on a mission to Kuwait Jack had been attacked by a terrorist with a machete. The terrorist had gotten a lucky swipe in before Dorian had taken him out. The cut had started on his forehead and gone straight down over Jack’s right eye and cheek, then the back swipe of the machete had left a line along the left side of his face and taken the pinky and ring finger of his left hand, as well as a corner of his palm when he held his hand up to protect himself. It was a miracle that he hadn’t lost more and his eyes hadn’t been damaged. It had taken over a hundred stitches to pull Jack’s face back together, and another fifty for his hand and other fingers. Then, because he’d been so far from real medical care, he’d gotten an infection the antibiotics hadn’t been able to kick for a long time.

The facial scars had never bothered Andrea, but she knew they had changed Jack. Before that attack he’d been quiet and reserved, but after that his personality had taken on a dangerous edge. His tolerance was shorter and it was almost like he shut people down before they had a chance to reject him. It had broken Andrea’s heart at the time because Jack was already stone hard, but after the accident, there was very little give to him at all. For the most part, women avoided him, although there were a few that had pushed his boundaries. He’d been married once, but it had been a corrosive relationship that hadn’t lasted. Dorian had said he’d had hookups, but no actual close relationships, and that included the marriage.

It made her sad because as tough as Jack appeared to be he had a soft heart.

“We need to talk,” he told her, nudging her toward the couch.

Andrea sat down on the soft cushions, for the first time feeling some of the tension leave her body. The past fourteen hours had been crazy.

“Why don’t you start at the beginning,” Jack prompted her, settling down beside her, his big body dwarfing hers.

Andrea related everything that had happened, all of her suspicions and the whispers she thought she’d heard. Jack didn’t say anything, he just let her talk herself out. When she reached the part about getting into the beach house, she allowed her voice to trail away.

“What do you think,” she asked finally.

Jack leaned back against the couch, folding his hands over his lean belly. “I think you did everything exactly right,” he told her, eyes direct, mouth an unforgiving line. “It’s not unusual to have terrorist cells working independently across the country. And it’s as you suspected, they come in to use the free WiFi, just like everybody else. I’m not sure what Roger Mann had a chance to implement before he was killed but I assume he was coming to talk to you about what he had done, and figured out. Obviously, he got close.”

Andrea nodded. “That’s what I thought, too. I’m heartsick I dragged him into this.”

Jack gave a hard shrug. “It’s a part of the game,” he said simply. “It’ll always be us against them and people will fall. It’s just nice when they screw up sometimes,” he said pointedly giving her a look.

Andrea gave him a bit of a smile, but it was hard to be lighthearted when a man had just been killed. “So, what do we do?”

“Well,” Jack said, “first thing I’m going to do is call Si and see if he’s learned anything.” He reached down beside the couch and lifted up a bag she recognized. ”I grabbed a few things from your apartment I thought you might need.”

Andrea sighed as he handed the bag over, loving that he’d brought her a piece of home. This was why she knew what a good heart he had. In the midst of a crisis he worried about her having her things.

“And here’s your cell phone.”

Andrea swiped through the security and into her messages. Luke was freaking out but promised to keep things running until she notified him otherwise. Her son had texted her a silly meme. And she had three text messages from unknown numbers.

One was from Mann.

Andrea, I know it’s late but I need to come by and have you identify a picture. I think I know who your hat guy is.

The next two texts sent chills through her and she began to shake. They had come in within the past two hours, since she’d been running. And the address said it was from Roger’s phone!

ANDREA, such a pretty name. Sorry I left a mess in your back alley. But then, that’s what you get for spying on me. Doesn’t matter, you have stopped nothing.

Wordlessly, she handed the phone to Jack. His mouth tightened and his silver eyes flashed with anger.

“Everything will be okay,” he told her firmly, but she wasn’t sure she believed him.

A hard hand gripped her chin and he forced her head up. She met his eyes. “I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, Andrea. Yes, we’re in the shit now, but I will protect you.”

Andrea nodded, tears filling her eyes again. She was so emotionally overwrought. When Jack dragged her into his arms again she didn’t protest like she knew she should. He just felt so good…
J.M. Madden. SEAL Hard (Kindle Locations 410-475).

Things heat up almost right away in the form of an attack at the beach house. More information from the captured attackers and a quick move to another location. With the help of another Bone Frog, they start piecing together what the possible plan could be. It’s devastating.

As they face the almost impossible, Andrea comes to the realization that she wants a relationship with Jack. Jack is more than a little reluctant but time will tell.

Scary, emotional, heartrending, with hold your breath action, tears and a simmer to sizzle romance. Do not miss this book!

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J.M. Madden writes compelling romances between ‘combat modified’ military men and the women who love them. J.M. Madden loves any and all good love stories, most particularly her own. She has two beautiful children and a husband who always keeps her on her toes.

J.M. was a Deputy Sheriff in Ohio for nine years, until hubby moved the clan to Kentucky. When not chasing the family around, she’s at the computer, reading and writing, perfecting her craft. She occasionally takes breaks to feed her animal horde and is trying to control her office-supply addiction, but both tasks are uphill battles. Happily, she is writing full-time and always has several projects in the works.

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Prairie Bliss – Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9 – The Graces Book 3 By Tessa Layne



Prairie Bliss
Cowboys of the Flint Hills Book 9
The Graces Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Tessa Layne

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All’s fair in love and war…
Including dropping your pants.

When a special election is called after Prairie’s mayor has died, newcomer Jarrod O’Neill finds himself pitted against Prairie’s homegrown environmentalist Lexi Grace.

Fresh off a stint from lobbying in Washington DC, Lexi returns to Prairie only to discover corporate interests and her biggest enemy threatening to develop the land she loves.

As the dividing lines are drawn, Lexi and Jarrod discover the fireworks they experience in public lead to earth shattering explosions in the bedroom. And while they fight for Prairie’s future, will they be able to put their differences aside long enough to fight for their love?

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Oh how I love this series and this book is another one to love.

As this book opens, Jamie’s brother Jarrod O’Neill has come to Prairie for his niece Fiona’s Christening. Only there’s a wedding first, Caro Grace is getting married and Jamie is catering the affair. This is the perfect time for Jarrod to help with the baby and tease one opposing council, Alexis Grace.

Jarrod met Alexis in Washington DC where they are both high-power attorneys, but he hadn’t really put together that she was one of the Grace family in Prairie. Now that he has he is more than looking forward to crashing this wedding.

This is a favorite scene.

Blake Sinclaire met him as he stepped out from where he’d parked the car behind the Grace’s barn. “Good to see you again, Jarrod. You here for long?”

He shook his head as he clasped Blake’s hand. “Just for the baptism tomorrow.”

“I know Jamey’s thrilled you’re here. She said to meet her in the kitchen for uncle duty.” Blake waved up at the old farm-house. “If the ladies kick you out, we’ll be on the porch with Scotch and cigars.”

“You know I only drink the Irish stuff.”

“Brodie brought Jamey’s bottle of 12-year Redbreast, we’ve got you covered,” Blake called after him as he made his way to the gracious porch that wrapped around the perimeter of the Grace house.

Nobody paid him any attention as he slipped inside and followed the sounds of ladies’ voices to the kitchen. “There you are,” Jamey said, cheeks pink. “I just changed her diaper, you can sit over there.” She waved to a chair in the corner, and lowered her voice. “Dottie’s… stressed,” she said, saying far more with her eyebrows than her words. “I need to take the lead or she’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll hang in the corner and recite the Constitution to Fiona.”

But Jamey had already sailed across to the far side of the kitchen to instruct a group of women on how to place finger sandwiches.

Fiona’s eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. Jarrod’s heart leaped to his throat. It was like she knew him. He drew a finger across her satin cheek. He’d never felt skin so smooth. “Well, hi there, sweet pea. I’m your Uncle J. Are you lookin’ for your mama? She’s over there doing what she does best — bossing people around.” He lowered his voice. “But don’t tell her I said that. She’s also the best chef I’ve ever met, and you’re lucky to—”

“Jarrod?”

He knew that voice, and the flashing hazel eyes and plump red mouth that went with it. And the lovely dark hair he fantasized about yanking from the confines of its low bun, and running his fingers through. The long legs made even more shapely by nude stilettos, and perfectly tailored suits in a rainbow of neutrals and power colors. Alexis Grace stood before him in the flesh.

His eyes jerked up, gaze tangling with hers, but he was utterly unprepared for the stampede of wildebeests that seeing her like this would unleash. She was, in a word, captivating. Soft. Sensuous. Hair hanging past her shoulders in long, loose waves, and held out of her face with a flower tucked behind an ear. He’d never seen her in anything but a suit. She always dressed for success, even at legal mixers, and it had served her well, landing her a place at a competing law firm in D.C.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed, looking over her shoulder as if being seen talking with him would get her in trouble.

He took his time perusing her figure. The dress she wore was the color of the first kiss of dawn, a pale, peachy pink that brought out the rose in her cheeks and highlighted her porcelain skin. But it was the way the dress clung to her curves that made his blood heat and a shock of awareness sizzle through him. This was a dress that begged to be slowly peeled away, exposing a creamy expanse of luscious curves that were meant to be caressed, worshipped. Jarrod’s mouth went dry as vision upon vision flashed through his brain.

For a long moment, he forgot his sole purpose in crashing the wedding was the hope that he could mess with Alexis. A slow smile crooked the corner of his mouth up as her cheeks darkened. “Hello, Kansas.”

His use of her nickname achieved the desired effect. She scowled, cheeks flaming brighter. “Don’t call me that,” she whispered harshly, eyes growing wide.

Jarrod bit back a chuckle. “Nice to see you, too, counselor.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“I knew it.” He snapped his fingers pointing upward. “You prefer babe.” He swore she growled as her face screwed up and she directed a scathing glare his way. He fucking loved that glare.

“You. Are. Impossible,” she grumbled, spinning on a heel and hurrying out of the kitchen, dress swishing behind her.

He looked down at the baby gurgling in his arms. “Round one to Uncle Jarrod,” he said with a grin. Yep, this wedding would be just the kind of diversion he needed before heading back to D.C.
Tessa Layne. Prairie Bliss: A Cowboys of the Flint Hills Novel (Kindle Locations 126-160). Shady Layne Media.

Things go awry after Jarrod wins his case against Alexis. With a family tragedy he decides to take a sabbatical and spend some time with Jamie in Prairie.

On the other hand Alexis had been fired after losing the high profile case and she was back in Prairie to re-evaluate her life.

Little did they know they would not only be clashing in the bedroom but also in the political arena. Running for mayor on some interesting platforms.

I laughed, cried, fanned myself and totally enjoyed every page of this book. What a great election!

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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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Christmas in July! The Twelve Stitches of Christmas by Debra Parmley



The Twelve Stitches of Christmas
By
Debra Parmley & Robert Arrow

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Ensorcelled and enslaved by her evil uncle, Carolennea has lost her sweet voice and sews the impossibly beautiful clothing he sells in his tailor shop. But this yuletide season will bring a new customer: a handsome knight for whom she will brave her uncle’s wrath—and who in return will help break the spell. Sir Ardin will set free her fingers, her voice…and her heart.

A handsome knight and true love are the recipe for breaking the evil spell that enslaves Carolennea, all in time for Christmas.

Carolennea’s uncle gained custody of her after her mother died. Her father had gone off to war years before and never returned. The disgruntled man who now was responsible for her was doing something strange in the clearing. The results of which didn’t entirely please him.

As a result when he discovers the hiding Carolennea, he forces the potion down her throat. The entity who provided it on seeing the event, sends another spell weaving around the girl.

It’s years later, and Carolennea is sixteen when a knight in need of a repair of his cloak comes to her uncle’s shop.

This is a favorite scene.

He’d reached the tailor’s shop just as the shopkeepers in the village were closing up for the night. Tying the palomino to the tree in the front yard, he hurried to the door. Giving a short two raps and hearing no answer, he pushed on the door, opening it. “Hello?”

Dim light inside from flickering candles showed him a girl. A slim, blonde girl in a white nightgown bent down to the ground picking something up.

Long blonde hair covered her face until she raised her head to look straight into his eyes, her green eyes gazing at him though the strands of her long, silky hair. Like some skittish forest creature, she froze.

Their gazes locked onto each other and held.

A girl with green eyes. A beautiful girl. He leaned toward her, excitement and interest filling him as a large smile spread across his face.

Her eyes lit in return. He glimpsed a matching flash of excitement and interest, before she blushed and glanced back down, once again hidden behind her hair.

“Wench, who told you to open the door? I told you never to go out.” A broad-shouldered man with a large belly hurried down the back stairs, bellowing. Seeing Ardin, his expression quickly changed. “Milord, beg pardon. Please come in.” He hurried over to Ardin. “How may we serve you?”

To the girl, Trad pointed a silent, angry arm, telling her to get back. He stepped in front of her as she skittered backward.

Ardin tried to see the girl past the tailor’s shoulders, but the portly man’s body blocked her from view.

“Don’t mind her, she is simple minded. Crawling about on her knees. Searching the floor for what?” He shook his head. “Tsk.” Then he beamed a large smile. “Now what can I interest you in today? A new cloak?”

“Nay, simply the repair of this one.”

“We have many mighty fine cloaks here and we can custom fit one to you, unique among all others.”

Ardin removed his cloak and handed it to the man. “Just repair this one. When can it be ready?”

“On the morrow, good sir. We work fast.”

Carolennea, listening from behind her blankets, had a moment of anger, the first she’d had in many years.

Uncle Trad doesn’t work fast. I do. He hasn’t sewn a thing since the day he made me drink the green poison. He’s lying. Uncle’s good at lying. Everyone always believes him.

A deep yearning for the handsome knight to know who really did the sewing for the shop, who really would be mending his cloak, filled her. Pressing her hands to her lips a tear slipped out and down her cheek as she thought of her ruined throat. She could never tell him. Never even attempt to, for then he would hear her noises and turn away.

She longed so deeply for him to stay and not turn away. Never in her life had she had a longing like this one. Wanting to speak to him, yearning for something she knew not what; she was drawn to the handsome knight like moth to a flame.

His eyes had searched hers, as if he wanted to know more.

He did want to know more. She felt it within her bones.

She would have spoken to him if she could, but she mustn’t, mustn’t even try.

No one would listen to her, repelled by the goosey sounds coming from her throat when she tried to speak. There was no one she could tell. Her story stayed locked inside these six years. It would stay locked for another six. She dared not hope any more.

The light in his eyes, which had searched hers, wanting to know more, that light would fade and he would turn away. Like all the others. None would ask about her, let alone ask her. It had been so long since any in the village had seen her and none even knew her name.

She curled into a ball as she always did before going to sleep and would hide there in her comfort spot until the man left.

Uncle will be angry. The biggest rule, to stay out of sight, had been broken.

She stayed very still, knowing she would soon be punished.

The men finished speaking and she heard the handsome knight leave.

“Get to work,” her uncle said. “Only eleven days ’til Christmas.”

The handsome knight would be here on the morrow. She would finish his cloak tonight. Never had the thought of sewing filled her with more pleasure. Each stitch, though driven by the magic, would carry her heartfelt blessings upon it.

If I must be cursed then I shall bless as well.
Debra Parmley; Robert Arrow. The Twelve Stitches of Christmas (Kindle Locations 160-196). Belo Dia Publishing Inc.. Kindle Edition.

Ah the rules of magic, there is a difference now that Carolennea is no longer a child and Ardin is just the knight to complete that change.

A lovely Christmas fairy tale, with a perfect Happily Ever After.

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Fascinated by fairy tales and folktales ever since she was young, Debra Parmley has always ended her stories with a happy ever after. Every story she writes has an element of romance. She started out writing gritty western historical romance and damsel in distress stories. Her first book, A Desperate Journey, was traditionally published in 2008, after competing in the American Title II contest. A hybrid author, she went on to write for five publishers before branching out with her own Indie press, Belo Dia Publishing Inc. Belo Dia is Portuguese for Beautiful Day.

Debra writes historical romance, contemporary romance and romantic suspense. An Air Force veteran’s wife, she writes military heroes in the present and in the future. Debra’s work as a travel consultant gave her the opportunity to visit many countries. Her luggage often carried home folk tales from the countries visited.

Her three favorite things are dark chocolate, visiting the beach and ocean, and hearing from her readers. Each card, letter and email is a treasured gift, like finding a perfect shell upon the beach. For more information about Debra, please visit her website, links below.


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Stone’s Surrender – Heroes for Hire Book 2 By Dale Mayer



Stone’s Surrender
Heroes for Hire Book 2
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Life is on the move again…

After a long slow-ass recovery, Stone finds himself triumphantly back at work at Levi’s new company. The action comes fast and furious on his first run out as they rescue a senator’s daughter who’s been kidnapped in the Middle East.

Lissa will do almost anything to thwart her father’s plans for her. Getting kidnapped wasn’t on her list. And once she meets Stone no other man matters. She falls, and she falls hard. But even on home soil, there’s no respite as she finds the nightmare has followed her home…and she’s caught in the middle of it.

It’s a battle that requires both of them to not only clear her name but to keep her safe…especially when a twist is thrown at them that they didn’t see coming.

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I have the first three books of this Heroes for Hire series in one book. I am reviewing them individually as I read them.

I love Stone, he has such inner strength and determination, as well as some problems. This is his first mission since his recovery, issues with swelling and his prosthesis have been frustrating for him.

Lissa is a senator’s daughter who has been bucking her father’s will for a long time. Finally out on her own she volunteers all over, helping refugee in whatever capacity she can. This time she ends up in more trouble than even she can imagine. Kidnapped along with two American doctors in Afghanistan, she doesn’t hold out much hope of rescue. The policy is no ransom and she isn’t sure her father would pay it anyway.

Levi and his team undertake the mission to get Lissa out and they get a surprise. They were expecting only Lissa and found the two doctors as well. One of which wasn’t doing all that well.

This is a favorite scene as things go a bit fubar.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax as the men tracked down the rest of their team. She could only hope nobody else would be hurt because of her actions. Her father was right about that. If she hadn’t run to help with the refugee camp, nobody would’ve come after her, putting their own lives in danger. It didn’t matter if they were paid or did this on a regular basis. If one of them died, she’d feel terrible.

Way too late for recriminations now. She knew somebody had been shot out there; she just hoped it wasn’t one of the rescue team.

On the other hand, if it was one of the enemy, how many more were there?

Susan’s tired voice startled her in the silent truck. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

She could hear Kevin’s low murmur as he tried to comfort his wife. His explanation was done in soft tones, as if that would matter.

The harshness of the scenario had Lissa wanting to run from the truck and do something. Being confined was killing her soul, and bringing up her fear. She used to have panic attacks all the time growing up. But she could lay the blame for that at her father’s feet. They began after he locked her in the closet when she wasn’t “being good.” She thought she had overcome her confined-space issue when she’d finally taken the elevators instead of escalators.
It had taken her a long time and a lot of tears and sleepless nights to get to the point where she could now ride them freely. But that didn’t mean she liked them.

And now she was in this truck. And although not confined in the same sense of the word, it felt restricting and, even if she left, she had no place to go. She tried to control her breathing, but the panic was setting in. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and took great big gulping breaths, but it wasn’t enough.

Finally she couldn’t stand it. She bolted upright and rolled onto the front seat to push open the passenger door, leaning out, taking in large amounts of fresh air. Behind her she could hear Kevin’s shocked gasp. But she couldn’t worry about that. She was too busy sucking in oxygen.

As she held the door, the tremors working down her arm made it shake in the night. A strong hand reached up to grip her arm. She didn’t know if it was to hold her in place to stop the shaking, or to make her relinquish her hold on the door. No success with the latter. Instead she gripped it like a lifeline.

She didn’t have time to react as a face appeared in the darkness. Instead of being scared, she was relieved to identify Stone, their driver.

He studied her with concern. “You okay?”

She nodded barely. “I just … I just needed fresh air.”

But she could tell from the intensity of his gaze that he knew there was more to it. Now that she was no longer alone, and fresh air swooped through the place, she started to relax. She took several more deep breaths, telling her body to calm down, that it would be okay.

When he lifted her hand off the doorframe, she let him. But when he slid his down to hold hers, she froze.

Gently he squeezed her fingers together, a rough thumb stroking up and down on the back of her fingers. “It’s okay. Being scared is a normal reaction. You’ve been through a lot already.”

If he only knew. She gave him a slight smile and added, “I could’ve managed all that. But when you left me locked up in the truck …” She shook her head. “I thought I’d been doing so much better lately, but sometimes being confined confined gets to me.”

He smiled and patted her hand. “I can leave the door slightly ajar if that makes it better, but I can’t just stay here.”

She tensed at the thought that he was leaving.

Instantly he squeezed her fingers and said, “Don’t worry. I’m staying at the side of the vehicle. I’m not leaving you. It’s my job to stand guard here.”

“My hero,” she said with a light groan. But, of course, it was his job. Still it didn’t matter; she was such a mess right now she was grateful for anyone’s support. She lowered her head to her other arm and just relaxed across the front seat. Her hand was still in his as he gently reassured her that she would be okay.

She thought she was out of the worst of the danger, and it was safe to relax. Then she heard a shout in the distance. Lifting her head, she studied Stone. “What is that?”

He lifted her palm to his lips and dropped a gentle kiss on the back of her hand and said, “Don’t worry. It’s my men, not the enemy.”

In the distance she heard, “Stone?”

Instantly he straightened. He ducked down to look at her and said, “Stay here. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

She snorted. As if she was going anywhere. No way in hell. She was warm, safe, and dry. And soon this vehicle would get her the hell out of here. But none of that made her feel any better right now.

She pulled her hand in and tucked it against her chest, wondering at his gentle kiss. For such a huge man, the graceful gesture of comfort seemed out of place—and yet not. His actions had been smooth, natural. And that made all the difference.

With her arms tucked up close, she huddled in the front, listening for the men to come back. Only they didn’t come anytime soon.

And her return home was to be delayed yet again. She rolled to her back and stared straight up at the ceiling. A chill set in. Likely shock. “Kevin, you doing okay?”

“Susan’s asleep again. We’re both fine.”

But she could hear the underlying worry in his voice. They were all fine. But for how long?
Mayer, Dale. Heroes for Hire: Books 1-3 (pp. 258-261). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

First London and some interesting things with luggage, followed by the journey to Melissa’s family home. She does manage to elude her father edicts and join them for the trip to Texas in an unconventional way. This leads to the discovery of much destruction in Melissa’s house and so much more.

With nothing really making sense to her, Stone knows he can’t let her shoulder all of this alone. The team in good conscience needs to unravel all the mayhem and mystery.

Lots of interesting surprises and the simmer to sizzle relationship between Stone and Lissa will have you turning the pages.

I am off to read the next book in this series. I really hope to catch up before Vince’s Vixen is released in October. There’s a lot of books to go.

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

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

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


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Jett’s Wild Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 3 by Elle Boon



Jett’s Wild Wolf
Mystic Wolves Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle Boon

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A WILD WOLF…
Taryn yearned for the freedom to find a place where she belonged. A place where she was loved and could love without fear. The first time she saw Jett, her heart and mind knew he was the one for her.

A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER…

Jett nearly lost his place in the Mystic Wolves because of one wild wolf. Now, she’s saved his life, and his wolf wants her for their own. Can he trust her not to betray them all?

A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENY…

Taryn and Jett fight the attraction they’ve felt simmering between them, until danger almost takes what is most precious away… an unyielding love they’d never thought they deserved to have.

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Taryn is trapped in an abusive pack. Her father is the Alpha and he is sadistic and powerful, feeding off the pain and fear of his pack but mostly off the pain he inflicts on his daughter.

Jett feels like a failure to his Alpha and his pack. While guarding the wolf who almost killed his Alpha’s mate he scented Taryn recognizing her as his mate.

He hasn’t scented his mate in a while, but as he’s performing in the pack’s club in Sturgis, he not only scents her but sees her dancing and teasing him.

There is more going on that night, and as a result Jett’s life could be forfeit. Taryn manages to convince the Mystic Wolves she can help, not an easy task when she has the scent of the ones who attacked. However, she is more than willing to sacrifice herself if she fails to save Jett.

This is a favorite scene.

Jett looked over his shoulder, checking on their sleeping guest. Something in the vicinity of his heart twitched at the image of her in obvious distress. He didn’t like the smell of her blood mixed with the unique scent. After sufficiently dressing, he grabbed a bottle of water and walked back to where she slept, easing the jacket back from her shoulder. The torn and jagged wound made him gasp. He wondered why she hadn’t started to heal.

A touch to her forehead let him know she was warmer than was normal. Fear for her safety snaked up his spine. He got back to his feet and walked out to the bar area where he found the phone.

He punched in Zayn and Cora’s number, uncaring of the time. Zayn answered on the second ring.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Taryn is bleeding and hotter than a shifter should be. She needs medical attention.” Jett didn’t add anything more, figuring Zayn would fill in the blanks.

“Damn, how bad is it?” The second to the Mystic Wolves didn’t sound half asleep anymore, or angry.

Jett looked back toward the open door to the office, wishing he could see through walls. “No clue, man. I didn’t know she’d been attacked.”

The sound of rustling fabric came through the line. “We will be there in an hour, give or take a few. If she wakes up before we get there give her some water, but nothing else. I’m bringing Alaina with me,” Cora said and then hung up before Jett could ask her more.

His gaze snapped back to the darkened room at the sound of a low moan, instantly alert. He heard the voice of a tortured woman and it broke his heart. His feet were carrying him across the concrete floor before he’d thought about his actions.

She’d kicked off the blanket, her head thrashed in the wake of a nightmare. In a protective move he leaped the dozen feet separating them just as her back bowed, catching her when she would have fallen out of the chair. He was astounded at her slight figure.

When she didn’t wake up, he carried her over to the large couch, wishing he’d had the foresight to clean it off. Retracing his steps, he grabbed another blanket and lay it over the cold surface before putting her down.

Her arms locked around his neck, feverish eyes opened. “Don’t leave me, please.”

Jett found himself mesmerized by her sky blue eyes. Her arms fell away as quickly as they grabbed him. He rearranged her body, making her more comfortable, not wanting to look too closely at what that meant. For now, Jett did what he could until Cora and Alaina showed up with their mates. He got a cool wet cloth and washed her face and neck. When he reached the black leather jacket, he was reluctant to remove it, but again knew she’d rest more comfortably out of the garment.

Getting women out of their clothes was something he excelled at, but he’d never undressed an unconscious one before. “Fuck it.” Jett let his claws lengthen, easing beneath the edge he sliced the arm off one side then the other. Under his watchful eyes she slept on, looking like something the cat drug in with her ripped jacket and torn up shoulder. Another wound in her side seeped blood. Jett lifted the blood soaked shirt, wondering how the hell she’d gotten the injury without her clothing getting damaged.

He got up from the sofa, getting the ice bucket from the corner bar and filling it with warm water. He’d never seen himself act as a nurse before. Most shifters healed on their own, or would need a little assistance, usually between the thighs of a woman. Didn’t mean they didn’t get hurt, they just didn’t last.

His brows drew together at the gashes in her side. They looked like she’d been gouged by a wolf, much like what he’d had in the fight earlier. He lifted his own T-shirt, expecting to see similar marks, only pinkened skin marred the area. By tomorrow even that would be tanned with no visible signs.

Without a conscious thought, Jett shredded the bloodied tank, leaving her in a lace black bra that didn’t contain as much as display her gorgeous breasts. However, he wasn’t turned on by the sight of her breasts as he was horrified by the amount of blood she’d clearly been losing, while he’d been blissfully unaware. The black coat and top had masked it, but he was a shifter for fuck sake.

A hot sensation burned through him, and Jett sucked in the anger threatening to swallow him whole. He’d find out who caused the damage and make them pay.
Boon, Elle. Jett’s Wild Wolf: Mystic Wolves Book 3 . Elle Boon. Kindle Locations (395 – 429). Kindle Edition.

Taryn has more than one secret, and the revelations are not only shocking but intriguing as well.

I’m am thoroughly enjoying this re-read. I had forgotten how twisted things were outside of the Mystic and Iron Wolf packs.

Intense, with hold your breath action and plenty of heat as yet another Mystic Wolf gets his mate.

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

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


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Did you know, Cara Carnes has free books on her Website? Moving On – The Arsenal Book 1.5 by Cara Carnes



Moving On
The Arsenal Book 1.5
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If you haven’t read Jagged Edge, I suggest you wait to read this. It occurs immediately after the end of book 1 in The Arsenal series and bridges its conclusion with the second book, Sight Lines.

If you are a fan of the Arsenal series, you won’t want to miss this book. It’s a novella, short, sweet, sexy and to the point. While you do have to sign up for Cara’s newsletter to get it, who wouldn’t want to know when the next book is coming out?

The girls are going to head to Marville to collect Rachelle and bring her to the compound for her own safety. Dylan would much rather do other things with his fiancé but his sister is quite persistent.

This is a favorite scene.

“We’d agreed to work Marville together,” he whispered.

“Yeah, but after the reaction your brothers got, I’m thinking I’m better off going without a Mason man glowering at everyone.”

“You aren’t doing this alone.” “Of course not. I’ll have my girls.”

“Riley shouldn’t be part of this,” Dylan added.

“I’m thinking the entirety of the US Military couldn’t keep her away,” Mary retorted.

A loud banging on the door startled Mary. Dylan drew her closer as the door rattled.

“Mary? You’d better not be in there doing naughty things with my big brother. You’re supposed to be downstairs, ready to go.”

Damn.

She looked over at the clock and then up at Dylan, who was flashing a not-so-nice-look toward the locked door. “She can wait.”

Mary chuckled. “I’m afraid we’ll have to wait to continue this. Once we get started, I doubt it’ll be quick.”

“Never, not with you,” he promised. He cupped her face. “You get overwhelmed, or need me, you call.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will be. Just remember it’s okay to step back and focus on you.”

“You’re starting to sound like Doctor Sinclair,” she teased.

“Mary?” Riley pounded on the door again. “Don’t think I won’t kick this thing down. Get your cute, brilliant ass out here. We’ve got a hornet’s nest to stir up, and Addy’s not the patient sort.”

No kidding.

Dylan kissed Mary softly on the lips. “See you later, sweetheart. Text, let me know how it’s going.”

“HERA will have eyes on us.”

The system she and Vi had created was at the root of so many of the problems they’d had lately. It was almost hard to believe something they designed in their dorm room was worth all the effort to secure. But she couldn’t regret it’s creation, not when it’d saved so many lives and done good. That trumped the evil, right?

Mary hoped so.
Cara Carnes. Moving On (Kindle Locations 36-53). Kindle Edition.

More of the friendship between Riley and Rachelle, and we also get to know her brother Chris a bit. Insight into what Kamren is up to and so much more. There’s sizzle between Mary and Dylan, well they are engaged after all. Plus the beginning of wedding plans.Don’t miss this wonderful filler to bridge The Jagged Edge and Sight Lines.

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

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More Christmas in July! Christmas in His Arms – A Dallas Debutante/Reunited Lovers/Christmas Story by Cynthia D’Alba



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My name is Opal Mae McCool. I love my parents, but that name? Ugh, but I’ve adjusted. This year has been rocking along until October when my entire life lands in the toilet and someone flushes. First, my groom dumps me at the altar. Confession…not as destroyed as I should have been. Then, I share a steamy kiss with old love which leads to…nothing. Radio silence. Fine. Disappointed, but moving on. However, it’s almost Christmas and I make a quick overnight business trip to Montana just in time for the snowmageddon and I’m stuck in Bozeman with only clean panties and a toothbrush. Next year has to be better, right?

I’m Michael Rockland. Born, raised and will die in Texas and I’m fine with that. I’m a mechanic at heart, even if my everyday job doesn’t allow me under the hood. About a month ago, I discovered I’m the Friday Lunch Special at a local diner. I’d be pissed if it wasn’t for a good cause and it hadn’t led me back to the love of my life. One hot, steamy kiss, a promise for the future, and she shuts me out. Harsh, but I’m a big boy. I can deal with reality, except when she ends up on my grandparents’ doorstep in Montana.

My dad doesn’t approve of him. His mother doesn’t approve of me. It’s not quite the Capulets and Montagues, and we are long past the teenage years, so isn’t it time to let us decide if we belong together or not?

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After being dumped at the alter by a man who declared his love for her cousin, Mae has been a bit of a recluse. Not wanting the looks of pity she dove into her work and didn’t bother going out.

Her friend KatiLyn decides enough is enough and insists on taking her to lunch. What a lunch it turns out to be.

This is a favorite scene.

KatiLyn whipped into the parking lot of Maude’s Diner and found a spot between a Bentley and a Mercedes.

“We’re here,” she announced with a bright smile.

“Seriously?” I looked around a lot filled with expensive cars, not one of them under a one-hundred-thousand starting sales price. “What’s the deal? What’s with all the expensive cars?”

“The ten-dollar lunch special. Come on. I hope we get a table.”

my feet was chipped in spots, with the white being mostly an aged yellow. There were about fifteen tables, each one occupied by young, attractive women dressed in pricey outfits. There wasn’t a face without perfect makeup, except for the three ladies dressed in classic pink waitress uniforms working the eatery. A row of ten stools stood in front of a long eating counter, which faced the waitresses’ work area and kitchen window. A glass of iced tea or a cup of coffee sat in front of each patron.

“Yay. We got lucky,” KatiLyn announced announced as she race-walked to the last empty table.

The table wasn’t a prime location by any definition. Stuck in the back corner, the two of us could barely squeeze into the chairs.

“I am so confused,” I said with a frown.

“Don’t worry. All will become clear very soon.”

My stomach growled, and I reached for the plastic menu standing upright between the napkin holder and the bottle of ketchup. The menu had nothing on it that would, in my opinion, draw so many women in for lunch. Most of the offerings were deep fried. I suspected the cook could deep fry a salad, if requested.

The roar of a motorcycle in the parking lot had all the ladies fluffing their hair and arching their backs to project their assets. An excited chattering rose among the tables.

I glanced over at the waitresses behind the bar and watched as the oldest one shook her head and turned to speak through the kitchen window to the male cook.

The door opened, and he swaggered in. Dressed in ass-hugging jeans, a black leather jacket pulled tight around his broad shoulders, and a pair of thick-soled motorcycle boots, his presence seemed to suck the air from the room, or possibly the lack of oxygen might be related to my own inability to draw in a breath. His shiny, dark hair was disheveled as though he’d just run his fingers through it…pretty much what I suspected every woman in this room wanted to do. His cheeks and jaw sported a scruff that brought a tingle to the junction between my thighs at thought of that soft stubble abrading the tender skin there.

Except, I didn’t have to imagine what that would feel like. I knew.

I grabbed KatiLyn’s knee and squeezed…pretty hard, if her noisy intake of breath was any indication.

I tossed a frown at KatiLyn and mouthed, What the fuck?

Her only reply was to squeeze my hand before prying my dug-in fingers out of her flesh.

“Hey, Maude,” he said, his voice deep and rough with testosterone and sex appeal. “Is my lunch ready?”

“Almost. Give me a minute.”

“Anything for you,” he said to the older woman.

My heart tapped out an SOS on my chest wall. My breathing stuttered, and my stomach rolled over. My fight or flight response kicked in, and I fought the urge to run.

Thank goodness, I was seated in the corner. The odds were, he would never see me.

Why was I so bothered by seeing him? Why didn’t I jump up and run over to say hi? It’d been ten years, and we had been friends, right?

Was it because my legs had turned to jelly and wouldn’t support my weight?

Or was I embarrassed to be sitting here with all these bored, rich women who had nothing better to do than drink a glass of tea while ogling a man who’d only come in to get his lunch?

He glanced around the café, smiled at the women, acknowledging his audience with a slight nod. But he couldn’t just give them a simple smile. Oh no. He had to pour out his panty-melting smile that no woman could resist.

His gaze swept past our table to the next. And then he froze. His head and gaze returned to me. He lifted one eyebrow in my direction then collected his lunch and sauntered back out the door.

The second the door closed, I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I heard other women doing the same.
D’Alba, Cynthia. Christmas in His Arms: A Dallas Debutante/Reunited Lovers/Christmas Story (Dallas Debutantes) . Riante, Inc. Kindle Locations (243-280). Kindle Edition.

The feelings seeing Michael rekindled wouldn’t go away so she conspires with Maude for a meet-up with him. The connection appeared to still be there but apparently not enough for him to call.

I love how this story progresses with an airport rescue of sorts. Lots of fun, romance, some family drama and Kindle melting heat.

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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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