Macklin – SEALs of Honor Book 15 By Dale Mayer



Macklin
SEALs of Honor Book 15
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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One damaging relationship in his life refuses to end when the woman insists it’s not over between them for her. Marsha makes Macklin’s life hell…until she turns up dead and the evidence points straight at him.

As the new detective on the Coronado Police force, Alex is determined to make a good impression on her superiors and colleagues. That goal is thwarted by Macklin, who’s the chief suspect in her murder investigation–and someone she longs to know a whole lot better. Whether she wants to or not, she can’t let herself foolishly forget that his last girlfriend now occupies an ice-cold bed at the morgue.

During his thorough interrogation at the precinct by the sexy-beyond-belief detective, Macklin finds himself furious…and intrigued. Seems, alive or dead, Marsha is determined to make his life miserable. Alex intends to find out the truth, and, as an elite warrior himself, he admires her grift and ethics in pursuit of the answers. Damn that she’s the first woman in a long time he’d love to get to know better.

With no other option, Macklin has to help the detective solve the mystery–hopefully before Alex has no choice but to charge him with murder.

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When we met Macklin we got some hints as to his ex and the wild things she did. In this book we find out all about that relationship and how truly weird she was.

As Mac prepares to return to duty Corey, Ryder and Caitlyn are out for coffee when they are approached by the police. Apparently Mac’s ex Marsha has been murdered and he is the number one suspect.

Mac goes in for questioning and finds himself intrigued by Alex, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

This is a favorite scene.

Macklin snorted. “I now live by a couple rules. One of those is, don’t if you think they’re crazy. Because obviously I’ve lived that.”

She barely held back a smirk at his first comment.

“The second is, I don’t go out with girls unless I know them really, really well.”

The second surprised her. She studied the man carefully. “No one-night stands? No short-term weekends? No girls overseas?”

At each question Macklin shook his head. “No,” he said flatly. “When you’re up against somebody with a serious problem like Marsha’s, it makes you very hesitant to move forward.”

She nodded. “Do you know any of her friends? Relatives? Enemies? Who might’ve hated her?”

Mac’s response was instant. He shook his head. “I’ve never met anybody else in her circle. I never met any family or other friends. The fact that she’s done this to me means she very likely did it to somebody else, which would make that other person a likely suspect.”

“Which also puts you exactly in the suspect seat as well.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Which is why I’m here. But I did not kill her.”

“Something else makes you a whole lot guiltier than you may like.”

He leaned across the table, his sheer size intimidating. But it was the cold clarity in his gaze that made her swallow hard. “Explain,” he said in a very soft voice.

Rather than explain, she pulled one of the crime scene photographs from the file and placed it in front of him. Written in blood at the site of Marsha’s murder was his name. He leaned back, swore, and said, “Wouldn’t it be just like that bitch. The last thing she does is incriminate me. As if she couldn’t make my life bad enough while she was alive, so she has to make sure she keeps the torture on after she’s dead.”

He turned his gaze to the far corner of the room, his mind occupied with what he’d seen. His shoulders sagged, and he turned to look at Alex and said, “I shouldn’t have said that. I think she was probably mentally unstable, but maybe that wasn’t her fault. I’m sorry she’s dead. I’m sorry that, in her lifetime, she couldn’t get the help she needed. But I still didn’t kill her. And whoever wrote my name could’ve been her killer.”

“Which is why I’m asking the next question.”

He waited, his gaze unwavering.

“Who hates you enough to see you get charged with murder?”

He pinched his lips and stared for a long moment, but she didn’t drop her gaze. She searched his eyes for the truth. She didn’t see any deceit. She saw no lies. No hesitation, no searching for answers or a plausible excuse.

“I don’t know. I’ve been in the military a long time. I was off on medical leave for three months this year. I don’t think I have anyone personally who hates me. However, if a terrorist happened to be on American soil who knows about me, he could easily have targeted me. The problem is, he would’ve been after everybody else in my unit too.”

She tapped her finger on the folder, thinking about that. “Give me the names of the men in your unit. And who else met her.”

Mac gave her six names without hesitation.

“If you think of any more, let me know. I’ll run down these names, verify your story, and take it from there.”

He looked at her and asked, “Am I free to go?”

She nodded, and then her smile fell away. She knew he wouldn’t appreciate the next hit. “I need you to stay in town for the moment.”

A thundercloud swept across his face.

She expected that and looked for any sign of loss of control.

But instead he groaned and said, “Fair enough. But please hurry up. I’m finally cleared medically to go back to work next week.”

She stood and said, “I’m working on it.” Alex shook his hand and walked him back to the waiting area. Caitlyn caught sight of Alex, lifted a hand, and waved. Alex let her guard drop, and she smiled at her friend and waved back. She stood for a long moment and then realized she was attracting attention.

She turned and headed back to her office.

Why the hell did the most interesting man she’d seen in over a decade end up being a murder suspect?

Just her bloody luck.
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 14-16 . Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (2521-2555). Kindle Edition.

Alex has more than one case though, there’s also been a spree of break-ins in military housing. The strange thing, nothing was taken and the occupants had mostly just been scared by the intruder who ran.

Of course the guys won’t leave things totally to the police and Mac calls Alex with theories. The flirting is fun and the chemistry is palpable between these two. Alex just has to clear him, so maybe they can start something more.

Lots of twists and turns, and we see Mason in this one, although Corey is more involved. Breakfasts, lunches and a dinner bring Alex and Mac closer to a relationship that definitely has sizzle.

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

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

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

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


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Winds of Texas – The Bellamys of Texas Book 1 by Susan Y. Tanner



Winds Across Texas
The Bellamys of Texas Book 1
By
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Held five years in captivity by the Comanche, Katherine Bellamy and the child she brings home are shunned by polite Texas society. Her brother Ford wasn’t a man to settle down—he’d gone away, seeking a life of adventure, trying to forget the girl who waits at home.

When Kate sets out to find Ford and bring him home, she encounters Slade, a mercenary soldier and Texas Ranger who rides the plains, seeking revenge for the deaths of his wife and infant son. Sparks fly whenever the two are together, but Katherine fears that Slade will discover her greatest secret.

As their attraction becomes impossible to deny, Kate wonders—can they build some semblance of a normal life together? Will either of them want to try?

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A step back in time, showing the good and yet the bad of the times.

Katherine had been a captive of the Comanche an although she was not the wife of the warrior Wolf Killer, her friend ** was. Since ** had been ill since the birth of her daughter, Katherine became a second mother to the girl. Then the Soldiers came and her life changes dramatically.

She’s been home a while now, and her brother has taken off to parts unknown. Then Slade a Texas Ranger shows up with information, and not what anyone wants to hear, her brother, thinking he’s wanted for murder has taken up with outlaws selling weapons to the Comanche. Hinting that he want’s a family member to help with his search, he leaves without a doubt knowing Katherine will follow.

This is a favorite scene.

Quietly and slowly, Katherine shed her somber homespun gown and put it neatly away. When Katherine was younger Dee had loved to clothe her in brightly dyed materials, but since her return from the Comanche Katherine had preferred quieter hues. The dark shirt and breeches she drew from the clothes chest she had appropriated when Ford had outgrown them. The hat was her own, as was the rifle she removed from pegs over the door.

She took a leather pouch full of shot from a smaller chest which held, also, mementos of her mother and her father. Her hand strayed toward a small portrait before she removed it abruptly.

Her powder horn was full; she had no further excuse for lingering.

Fighting tears and an insidious weakness, she kissed Shea’s silky, cool cheek. It was hard not to take the baby up in her arms once more as she studied the small features. Black lashes lay gently against her soft cheeks, and her lips were parted with quiet, even breathing.

Katherine found it hard, very hard, to force herself to leave her daughter there.

The upper floor, with its three small, cozy rooms, was given access by only one flight of stairs, which led to the kitchen. Dee turned to speak as Katherine descended those stairs, but her words died, forgotten. She stood motionless, staring in sudden, knowing apprehension.

“No, Katherine,” she said when she finally found her voice. “I’ll not have it!”

“And I’ll not leave Ford to the mercies of a man such as Slade. And there is no one else to do it.”

“Doyle,” Dee began determinedly, but Katherine cut her short.

“It won’t do, Aunt Dee. You must see that. Please … please, just listen. Ford would never be with the Comanche to stir them with whiskey to murdering his own kind—nor would he be providing them with the means to do so. And I don’t believe he would ally himself with men who would, unless he had another reason for it. He surely agreed to ride with this Rusk as a way to get to the Comanche. I think Ford must have known that Wolf Killer is a member of Broken Arrow’s band. Ford had to be looking for Wolf Killer.”

Dee’s face was a picture of dismay. “But why? Why, Kate?” Her niece met her gaze inflexibly, and she sighed. “Ah, Katherine, well I know how unhappy you’ve been, but why would Ford believe you would countenance such a thing?” Dread came with realization. “Sweet Lord, no! Kate, you could not mean to take the child back there?”

“Shea is Wolf Killer’s child, Aunt Dee, and I didn’t leave him willingly. You know that.”

“So, you asked Ford …”

“No! No, Aunt Dee, I didn’t. But Ford knows well enough how I feel. That I would never have left Wolf Killer unless forced to it. That I feel outcast by this town—and Shea along with me!”

Dee sank back into a chair, and Katherine was washed with pity, until Dee spoke again.

“And have you forgotten, then, that the Comanche took you by force? That you would never willingly have left us? At least you poor children were allowed to live, not murdered like poor Dave and Anne. How many times I have regretted the day I allowed you to visit the Pearsons and placed you in such horrible danger. The things you suffered because of that … Have you forgotten that day?”

“No!” Katherine cried. “I’ve forgotten none of it. And I’ve not forgotten that it was soldiers who killed little Davey Pearson! Good, decent, white-skinned men of Christianity! Damn them!”

“They didn’t know Davey was a white boy!”

“And that makes it right?” Tears glittered in Katherine’s eyes. “It was right that they slaughtered a sleeping village of women and children and men too old to defend themselves? Comanche or white, Davey was still only eleven years old. Would it really have been right if his skin had been brown? And the babies … Oh God, the beautiful babies. Like Shea. If Shea hadn’t been in my arms …” Her throat ached from holding back sobs.

Dee flinched, grieved at hearing put into words things she had only suspected when Katherine had been returned to her, wounded and suffering in heart and soul. But she didn’t interrupt. In God’s truth, she didn’t know what to say. How hard it must have been for Katherine to keep all of this buried within herself all these months.

“The commanding officer at the fort told me that they were supposed to drive the tribe back; the settlers needed more room. It didn’t matter to him that the land belonged to the Indian. It didn’t matter to him when I told him his men had murdered the helpless and the innocent. They were following orders, he said. I told him about Davey, clubbed from behind. It was regrettable, he said. Regrettable!” She was near hysteria and she knew it. But it had all been held back for too long, released only in terrifying nightmares.

Katherine stopped abruptly, then continued more quietly. “Do you know the soldier who chased me down was going to sling Shea into the creek? I lied to save her. I said she was all white, and he let her live. He let my baby live.” She caught her breath on a sob. “Is it any wonder I ran away from the fort and the soldiers, tried to run back to the band—what was left of it?”

Dee rose stiffly. Katherine’s words might have been physical blows by their effect on her. Methodically, she began to take staples from the open shelves and place them on the table.

Without comment, Katherine stowed them in the saddlebags that hung near the door.

Dee included a skillet and a coffeepot. “Do you have money?”

Katherine nodded. “Enough.”

At the door, they embraced. Reluctantly, Katherine broached one last painful subject.

“Aunt Dee, you know Wolf Killer has never known where to find me. And I never found him after the soldiers took me away. If he comes, with me or alone, it will be because I have sent him—for Shea.” Her look hardened at her aunt’s expression of horror. “She is his child, Aunt Dee, and mine. As much Comanche as white, and at least she will belong to the tribe. She will be accepted.”

“You are going to stay among them, then? Raise your child among savages?”

“I don’t know. I never asked to be taken from the band, but I don’t know if Wolf Killer will want me after so long a time. Or if I will want him. But if it is to be so, you must give Shea up, Aunt Dee. You must.”

“Very well, Katherine.” The words were cold. Reaching up, she slipped a thin chain of gold from her neck. A tiny cross swung gently upon the golden strand. “She is your daughter, but I will not give her up to anyone who cannot show me this.”

Katherine’s face was a mask of pain. “Love her for me, until I come back or …”

“I always have, Kate, and I always will. Just as I have loved you and Ford.”
Tanner, Susan Yawn. Winds Across Texas (The Bellamys of Texas Book 1) (pp. 25-30). Secret Staircase Books, an imprint of Columbine Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

There are many trials and tribulations on the road, and Katherine makes some difficult choices, more than once.

Slade has his own demons and finding Katherine’s brother really doesn’t have much to do with them.

Fast-paced, intriguing, action packed, romantic and so much more will have you turning the pages to see what happens next.

I can’t wait the next book in this family saga.

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Susan Yawn Tanner continues to blend her passion for horses with her passion for writing.

In Trouble in Summer Valley, she introduced readers to the rescue horses of Summer Valley Ranch where they prove their worth in the world of therapeutic riding. In Turning for Trouble, her own rodeo experience brings that rough and tumble world to life. Her third romantic mystery, Trouble in Action, showcases the risky world of stunt riding while giving a glimpse into historical reenactments. Published as Susan Y. Tanner and released by KaliOka Press, these books are part of the Familiar Legacy series written in concert with some very talented authors.

Two of her historical romances, Fire Across Texas and Winds Across Texas, have been rereleased by Secret Staircase Books, an imprint of Columbine Publishing. Soon to follow will be A Warm Southern Christmas, Highland Captive, Captive To A Dream, and Exiled Heart. All were previously published by Leisure Books. Her historical romances will all be rereleased as Susan Yawn Tanner.

Ryder – SEALs of Honor Book 14 By Dale Mayer



Ryder
SEALs of Honor Book 14
By
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Dale Mayer

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Ryder spent his career defending his nation and helping others… After he lost the one good thing in his life, he spent every waking hour trying to forget…

After a mission goes south and a friend is hurt, Ryder checks in at medical for an update on his condition only to find Caitlyn working there. It doesn’t take long for the same damn feelings to overwhelm him. She’s not his any longer, but maybe they can be friends…

Friendship is the last thing Caitlyn wants, but it’s a start. She screwed up – in a big way – and she’ll do anything to get her best friend back in her life. Even work overseas for a chance to see him. But when the outpost is attacked and medical supplies start to go missing they have something bigger to worry about.

When she’s kidnapped, all bets are off and both Ryder and Caitlyn have to find out what’s really important before they lose it all … and each other.

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Caitlyn made a big mistake not contacting Ryder after a spectacular weekend that ended with his declaring his love for her. She’d walked out but she did so because she was overwhelmed. Now so much time has passed and she’s made another big mistake by getting Mac to take her to a barbeque where she thought she’d be able to talk to him. Instead he left to avoid her.

A military nurse, Caitlyn is once again deployed, she’s also where Ryder and his team are assigned. Although she is in the same camp, running into them isn’t easy with tensions so high in the area.

Mac is injured on a mission and Ryder discovers Caitlyn is on base. Not happy with that but sort of understanding that she wanted to be close to Mac.

When the base is attacked, Caitlyn is injured, but doesn’t realize it until the rush is over. With a concussion and stitches she is sent to rest for twenty-four hours. Ryder some how finds himself watching over her, he couldn’t stay away.

This is a favorite scene before he’s called out again.

It was Devlin who gave him the sagest advice. “Walk forward because it’s right for you. But don’t avoid going back and saying goodbye because you’re scared.”

Startled, Ryder looked at him. “I’m not scared.” What a concept. He figured Devlin might’ve been joshing him. But when he took that serious, hard look straight on, he realized Devlin could see a whole lot deeper than Ryder wanted him to. He shrugged, repeating, “I’m not scared.”

There was silence from all the others.

He protested. “Why would I be? It’s not like she’s in my life anymore.”

“Then go tell her that you’re leaving. We’ll wait here.”

The men literally stopped. He glared at them, shrugged and said, “Fine.”

He walked back the short distance to her quarters and stepped inside. He saw her face light up before she recognized recognized who it was, and she sank back.

Pain punched him in the gut. “Not quite who you were expecting?” he said, trying to mask the bitterness in his tone. “The guys seem to think I should tell you that I’m heading back out in a couple hours, but, from the look on your face, they need not have worried as you don’t care.”

“That’s not fair,” she protested. “I’m happy to see you. But you didn’t look like you wanted to see me. So of course I stopped smiling.”

He snorted, not totally convinced.

She frowned. “How bad is it out there?” She swung her feet around and sat up.

“You’re not returning to work, so it doesn’t matter.” Seeing the lost look on her face, he sighed.

“I still want to know.”

“We’re reinforcing the allies’ numbers until their own men arrive. They took a major hit yesterday.”

“We took a hit at camp. So I’m sure they were hit much harder.” She touched her stitches. “Maybe I should go back out.”

In two steps he was at her side. He grabbed her by her shoulders firmly but gently. “Like hell,” he said, biting off his words. “Stay here and get better. Then go home.”

She stood, thrust her chin up and glared at him. “Like hell,” she repeated his wording. “I’m here to help. I’m not hiding away in my tent if my services are needed elsewhere.”

The two of them, nose to nose, gazes hard against hard, glared at each other until finally she sagged. “But at the moment, I don’t think I’d make it.”

He let his hands fall away. She collapsed back against her bed, pulling the covers against her shoulders. shoulders. “You guys go take off. I don’t need you anyway.”

He frowned, not liking the hurt tone in her voice. “You’ve done well without me. I highly doubt you’ll miss me now.”

She snorted. “Like you know anything.”

He’d already walked several steps away, but, at her words, he turned and looked at her. “Was there something I should know?”

“Would you believe me?”

“If you told me the truth, I would.” He shoved his hands on his hips and glared at her. “I know you were in my bed. We had the best weekend we could possibly have wanted. I told you how I loved you. How I’ve always loved you. Yet you walked away, and you kept on walking. Obviously you didn’t want any more of me or what I had to offer because you never once picked up the phone and called me.” He upped the wattage of his glare. “How’s that for the truth? Or do you have something to add?”

Devlin’s voice called from outside. “Ryder, we’re leaving now. Let’s go.”
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 14-16 . Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (499-526). Kindle Edition.

Caitlyn needs to find a way to explain everything that went through her mind after his declaration of love. However with things heating up in the area, they never seem to get the chance for the privacy needed for that discussion.

I couldn’t put this one down, so much going on and so much pain both emotional and physical. Both wanting more but cautious. I really loved the slow build and the patience Ryder shows.

I am already reading Macklin, as it’s next in this three book collection.

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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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Deadly Descent – Bagram Special Ops Book 1 by Kaylea Cross



Deadly Descent
Bagram Special Ops Book 1
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NY Times Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross

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Devon Crawford is an officer; Air Force Pararescueman Cam Munro is enlisted. Dev flies medical evacuations; Cam jumps into danger zones to save lives. Dev wants to return home from Afghanistan with her heart untouched; Cam will do anything to win the woman he loves.

Reaching for happiness in a war zone is the last thing Captain Devon Crawford plans, but she can’t ignore the feelings she’s hidden for so long. Cam’s sexy charm and wicked kisses weaken her resistance, but she’s too afraid of losing him to give in.

When Dev’s helicopter and crew are shot down and set up as bait by a notorious warlord, Cam risks all to save the team. What he doesn’t know is that the trap is set for him.

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I’ve been reading Kaylea’s Valkyrie Series and when I saw this one, I just couldn’t resist it. While I know about Pararescue aka ‘PJ’ this is the first book I’ve seen with them as a focus.

Devon had been dating a Ty a PJ when he’d been deployed. Her intent was to wait for him to return to break up with him as there just wasn’t a real spark between them. In horrible weather conditions, she is called out for a pick up, unfortunately visibility isn’t enough to complete the run. Now Devon is filled with guilt because that’s where Ty dies.

Cam is Ty’s best friend and fellow PJ, after all is said and done, he declares his feelings for Devon, she isn’t ready to hear it although her heart and body surely react to him.

With them both back in Bagram, Cam is determined to run into her and does in the rec center.

This is a favorite scene.

Her eyes were anxious as they scanned his face. “You okay? I saw Ryan—he said you had a tough night.”

He brushed a lock of hair away from her smooth cheek, touched by her concern. “Yeah, it wasn’t my best. But I’m okay.”

She studied him for another moment, her smile saying she didn’t believe him. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Not if it means going without seeing you. “I got a few hours already.” The painful politeness of the conversation bothered him. If things deteriorated to the point where they talked about the weather, he’d lose it. “What about you? All settled in?”

“Yep. Co-pilot and I had our briefing, and as of morning we’ll be on standby.”

He laughed at the excitement in her voice. “You realize that being called out means somebody’s in real bad shape on the other end of your flight.”

She winced. “I know. But think of how fast I’ll get to them, and how quick they’ll get to a medical facility. And if I’ve got a PJ like you on board, their chances are even better.”

The earnestness in her eyes made him want to kiss her so bad he almost gave into the temptation. “Much as I’d love to go up with you, I don’t think that’s gonna happen. They’ve got me doing insertion and extraction runs in case they need CASEVAC during the missions.” She was smart enough to fill in the blanks he’d left. The men the helo crews delivered could get into serious trouble out there. Tough as they were, the bad-ass SEALs and Delta operators still bled like everyone else when they got shot up. So did the Rangers and Green Berets. If they were hurt bad enough, they died like every other mortal being, despite every effort to keep them alive.

And sometimes a PJ died defending those same wounded, because it was his duty to make sure he got them out alive, no matter the risk to their own safety.

They were both thinking about Ty now, he could tell from the shadows in her eyes. The knowledge of his slow, painful death lay between them and Cam didn’t want that. “You guys got room for one more?” he asked, nodding at the table.

“Sure.” She moved back and picked up her cue, flashing him another smile as he rounded the table to wait his turn.

Liam handed him his cue. “You’re just in time. I need to crash for a while.” He threw him a rueful grin. “Actually you’d be doing me a favor, because she’s a sniper with that thing.”

“I’ll take one for the team and stand in for you, then.” Liam waved and headed for the door, leaving Cam alone with Devon at the table. He noted the subtle difference in her posture as she faced him. A stiffening in her shoulders.

“Mind if I rack ‘em up again?”

“Go ahead.”

He got the balls into place, casting a glance around the room. No one was paying any attention to them. “As I recall you beat me last time we did this. Guess I’ve got to defend my honor tonight.”

“You can try.”

He grinned at the amused twinkle in her gray eyes. “Ever occur to you I took it easy on you last time?”

“Nope. You might be sweet, but you’re still alpha enough to not like losing.”

“You think I’m sweet?”

A light flush spread over her cheekbones. “Most of the time.”

Except for what had happened in her hotel room. He needed to fix that somehow. But sweet was good, right? He hung the rack up on the wall. “Don’t expect me to show my softer side in the next ten minutes.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She leaned over the table and executed a perfect break, sinking two solids. Her cocky smile taunted him playfully. “Watch and learn, Cameron.” God, when she said his name like that he could hardly think. “I’m watching.” Oh baby, I’m definitely watching.

She sunk two more balls before narrowly missing her next shot and sidled past him with a negligent shrug. “All right. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The challenge made him meet her eyes for a moment. She thought he was sweet? If they’d been alone he would have upped the stakes between them and stroked his thumb over that pouty lower lip of hers, but she knew damn well he wouldn’t touch her in front of anyone. Instead he gave her a slow, wicked grin, pleased when her flush deepened. If she thought he was giving up on them, she had another thing coming.
Cross, Kaylea. Deadly Descent (Bagram Special Ops Series) (pp. 72-75). Carina Press. Kindle Edition.

Plenty of sparring between these two, and concern for each other grows as things get more intense in the field. With the turning point being when Dev’s helicopter goes down.

Lots of suspense and action as these two find their way to a relationship in spite of the war raging around them.

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

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Nelson – SEALs of Honor Book 21 by Dale Mayer



Nelson
SEALs of Honor Book 21
By
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Dale Mayer

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Nelson’s early morning meeting at the docks with Elizabeth Etchings offers only bad news. Her brother—and Nelson’s old friend—has gone missing on his days off while his ship was docked in Ensenada. A trip to where he’d last been seen shows the local color … and reveals Nelson’s friend has gotten into bigger trouble than anyone could imagine.

Elizabeth might have had a hand in now sending two men to Baja to look for her brother, but she will not stay behind. Her brother is in danger … and he’s the only family she has left.

It doesn’t take long for Nelson to realize that Elizabeth has caught the eye of someone who rules that corner of the world. She’s now in jeopardy too—possibly more than her brother. Keeping her safe moves up Nelson’s priority list.

Until both issues merge, and everything goes south …

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I am still catching up on this series and I really wish I was already. There are some references to folks I haven’t gotten to know yet but I soon will.

Nelson is very surprised when the woman giving the seminar asks to see him before hand. Mason delivers this message and when the time arrives, Nelson is still a bit confused.

When Elizabeth Etchings introduces herself and tells him he knows her brother, he doesn’t recognize the name that is until she gives his nickname Skunk. Then she explains he’s missing and why she needs his help.

With Mason there it was easier to get permission to begin this search and also get a partner to assist.

Of course things go a bit haywire right away when Elizabeth shows up in Mexico, much to their surprise.

This is a favorite scene.

She saw the surprise in his eyes. “Why the surprise? Or did you think I was wrong to put my trust in them in the first place? Or did you not realize what they said about Chris?”

“I realized it,” he said smoothly. “I’m just surprised they said anything to you about that. Normally that’s not good PR to tell anybody, particularly family members.”

“What it did was make me angry,” she said. “Now I’ve got you two helping.” She looked over at the stranger beside him and frowned. “I got you two for four days to look for my brother. But no way I’m being left out of the loop. If NCIS couldn’t find out anything in seven days, the two of you will need a hell of a lot more help to find out anything in four days. So I’m here.”

“Now that’s insulting.” Nelson sighed. He squared his shoulders, then sagged. “Look. I understand why you want to be here, but this is hardly the area for you.”

“I’m in a hotel on this block,” she said shortly. “So whether it’s where I belong or not, my brother doesn’t deserve to be ignored. If we find out he’s dead in the river, then I’ll deal with it. What I don’t want to deal with is to find out he’s been kidnapped and being tortured or any other horrific concepts.”

“Aren’t you maybe exaggerating a bit?” the second man asked.

She glared at him. “What’s your name?”

He reached out for her hand and said, “I’m Taylor.”

She shook his hand. “No, Taylor, I’m not. My brother has always been a bit of a partier. He’s always been a bit of a ladies’ man. And he hasn’t always been too fussy about exactly where he found his entertainment. A part of me has always half expected him to end up in a back alley, shot by a jealous husband. But, since he went into the navy, he’s a completely different person. He’s proud of who he is. He loves being who he is. He would not have walked away on his own.”

Nelson grabbed her hand and said in a very low tone, “No, you stop right there. Because all kinds of circumstances might very well have caused him to walk away on his own.”

She turned that glare on him. She wanted to rage at him for taking that tack. He should back Chris up. He was her brother’s friend … But clearly he wouldn’t budge on this, interrupting her as she opened her mouth.

“You need to understand that shit happens sometime. Often without our having done anything to make it happen. If Skunk saw something, and he thinks he’ll get blamed for it, he might have run. If he saw something, and he knows he can’t fight it, he might have run. If he saw something, and he was threatened, he might have run.”

“He wasn’t spineless,” she snapped.

“What if you were threatened?” Nelson asked in a hard, low voice. “As you said, he’s your only family. Anybody who wanted to make him do something could easily have applied pressure on him by saying you would be the first one they took out if he didn’t do what they wanted him to do. If he thought getting away and getting out from under them was the only answer, he’d have done it. But he’d have done anything he could to keep you safe.”

She sat back. Of course Nelson was right. How could she not have considered this? Because she’d been so sure she was right, … that she knew her brother. But she hadn’t considered the circumstances that might have surrounded him. Like she was doing, he’d do anything to keep her safe. Her heart heavy, she slumped into the chair.

Just then a waitress came by and asked in a mix of Spanish and English, “Buenas noches. Do you want a beer too?” S

he looked over at the men’s mugs of beer and nodded. “Yes, please.” When it arrived, she took a long slug, downing one-third of it.

The men looked at her with respect.

She wiped the foam mustache off her lip. “Okay, so then where do we start?”

You don’t start anywhere,” Nelson said. “We have already started.”

She brightened. “What have you learned?”

He just gave her a flat stare.

She frowned and leaned forward. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. That’s not who I am. You also need to remember that I’d do anything to help my brother. So don’t try to chase me off with any kind of excuse. And don’t say, Just go home and wait.”

Nelson sighed. “But that’s what you need to do. We have things set up. We have a relay system back home. We have connections. We’ll let you know if we find out anything.”

She lifted her beer mug, had a second sip and put it down. Then she pulled out the hotel’s business card she’d picked up and wrote her room number on the back with her cell phone number and slid it across to Nelson. “You’ll do better than that. You’ll tell me before you go to bed tonight exactly what the hell happened here. I get this isn’t the time or place, but no way you’re walking away without letting me know how much you’ve learned.”

And, with that, she picked up her mug, tossed back the contents, pulled out some money to cover it, threw it on the table and walked out.
Dale Mayer. Nelson (Kindle Locations 236-276). Valley Publishing.

Investigations can be long and arduous, but they have little time to figure everything out.

I loved the way this progressed in a slow and twisted manner. Elizabeth and Nelson have some chemistry that Taylor picks up on almost immediately. That was a shock to Nelson and just added to the fun stuff.

Plenty of action, tension, suspense and just enough heat!

I can’t wait to read Taylor’s story it appears he may be next! In the meantime I am going to catch up on the rest of this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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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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Her Ruthless Protector – Night Storm Book 1 By Caitlyn O’Leary



Her Ruthless Protector
Night Storm Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary

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It Only Took a Moment for Him to Know She Was His

Navy SEAL Kane McNamara has his mission. Four potential terrorist targets in Oman. His job is to keep everyone safe and try to figure out where al-Qaeda will strike next. Guarding an International Music Show is on the bottom of Kane’s list until he meets the woman organizing the event, then all bets are off. She’s fun, feisty and their chemistry is off the charts.

Has She Finally Met Her Match?

A.J. Lancaster has never met anyone like Kane. Nobody’s ever given her this much crap or been this much fun. Her job doesn’t give her a spare second to think, but she’ll make time to flirt with the most interesting man she’s ever met. The fact that he’s insanely gorgeous in that rough mountain man sort of way might also be why she’s taking a minute to enjoy some man candy.

It’s Turning Deadly…Fast

Soon Kane, A.J., and the rest of the Night Storm SEAL team realize the music show is the next target. When bullets fly, it’s down to Kane and his team to stop al-Qaeda’s plans, and Kane must ensure that the stubborn woman he loves stays alive so they can have their chance at a happy ending.

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The Night Storm Series is a kind of continuation of the Black Dawn Series, in the terms of they are both SEAL teams and they tend to intertwine at times.

In this first book we see both teams as they rush to beat the clock to prevent a major terrorist attack. Problem is they’ve found there are four potential targets all of international importance.

The Night Storm team is front and center in this book as we get to know the team members. First up is Kane, he is the computer and electronics guy. He also was at one point CEO of his own Tech company, gotta love tech geniuses.

One of possible targets is the Eurovision Song Contest, an international venue with millions of viewers world wide. The event being held in Oman will have the televised semi finals and the Grand Finale live. Anticipated attendance for the live event in the thousands.

It’s at this venue that Kane meets AJ, one of the executive producers who handles all the behind the scenes activity.

This is a favorite scene.

“Where’s our contact?” Kane wanted to know. “Don Salise was supposed to meet us at the entrance twenty minutes ago. He has both of our cell numbers, and nothing. He hasn’t picked up when we called. Seems like a bust.”

“I don’t know, but we’re definitely getting a lay of the land,” Asher pointed out as they stepped over a bunch of cables that attached to spotlights pointed at one of the side stages. “Hopefully we’ll get to see last year’s winner, but it’s Reka, who’s doing the presenting that I want to meet,” Asher said. His voice was hopeful.

Kane shook his head as bagpipes and an electric guitar mingled with a trombone that grated worse than nails on a chalkboard while Asher spouted nonsense about people he couldn’t care less about.

“I hear they’re going to be filled to capacity,” Asher said.

That caught Kane’s attention.

“You have to be kidding. There is no way thirty-four-thousand people will cram their asses into the heat of this stadium to watch this train wreck.”

“He’s not kidding.” A laughing redhead said as she appeared in front of them. Her face was devoid of make-up, but she didn’t need it. The dark auburn strands made her laughing blue eyes glow. “This is bigger than our Super Bowl.” She smiled again. “Can I help you?”

“We’re here to see Don Salise,” Kane answered.

“He told me about the potential issues,” she said vaguely. “Why don’t you follow me to my trailer, and we can discuss specifics.”

“And you are?” Kane asked.

She laughed again. “Sorry, I forgot. I’m A.J. Lancaster. Don is the producer and I’m just a lowly executive producer. But it’s my job to herd the cats.”

“Wait a minute, are you telling me that executive producer is below producer?” Kane asked.

“Yep,” she answered with a smile. “Don’t expect anything to do with show business to make sense.”

“Good to know. It’s kind of the same thing with us,” Kane said. “I’m Chief Petty Officer, Kane McNamara and this is Petty Officer First Class Asher Thorne. Don’t let the Chief fool you, we’re still lowly enlisted men.”

“It’s nice to meet you, gentlemen. Let’s get to my trailer so we can get down to business.”

“Herding cats, huh? Sounds like you’re the one with the big job,” Kane said as he and Asher followed her across to a motorhome. He fell back a half a step on purpose so that he could check her out. She was taller than most of the women he was used to. She was wearing worn blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a pink cartoon shark logo on the front. What the hell was Baby Shark? However, he did approve of the biker tactical boots she was wearing. He’d spotted at least ten women wearing heels on grass— with a ridiculous amount of construction site hazards, the boots were nice to see that despite the cartoon shark, A.J. had some sense.

When they got into her trailer, she sat down at the miniscule kitchen table and waved them into the other seats.

“Uhm,” Kane started as he looked dubiously at the teeny tiny seating. “I don’t think we’ll fit.”

She laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made you want to join in. In this little space he was even closer to the pretty redhead and he saw a smattering of freckles across her nose. They were adorable.

“You’re right, what was I thinking? Python is the only one I tell to go sit on the couch. He’s an older music producer who has kind of let himself go,” she said diplomatically.

“We saw him,” Asher said. “He’s working with a new group this year?”

“Yes, Heaven’s Demon Dream.”

“Where the hell do they get names like that?” Kane demanded. “What’s more, what was with all those girls hanging off him? They’re not actually providing sexual favors to have him manage their group, are they?”

A.J. threw up her hands. “Hey, I’m not the morality police. First, let’s get very clear on this point. They are women, not girls.” Her blue eyes narrowed as she continued. “Second, one of those women is in her thirties.”

“You’re making that up,” Kane said.

“Nope. Here’s the third point, not that this is any of my business, but I happen to know they were one of the hundreds of groups that chased him down. And lastly, we don’t know what is going on in his trailer behind that closed door.”

“Still—” Kane began.

“Don told me you’re both Navy SEALs, right?” When Asher nodded, A.J. continued. “Are you telling me that some women don’t try to get into your pants because of your job?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

Kane gave a small grin. “Okay, point taken.”

“Is he always such a prude?” A.J. asked Asher.

“He just doesn’t want anyone taken advantage of,” Asher defended his teammate.

“You know, I’m right here,” Kane glared at his friend.

A.J.’ s eyes twinkled up at him. “Glad to hear it’s not prudishness, that it is caring. I think we’ll work well together.”

Kane shifted on the little motorhome couch. “What happened to Salise?”

“Don? He’s putting out fires with the executives. He told me that you have some security concerns, and I’m the one who liaises between security, talent, producers, and executives.”

“Where do you fall on the food chain?” Kane asked.

“I might just be one of the lowly producers, but I’m a predator, not prey,” she said confidently. When Kane just raised his eyebrow, she elaborated. “Don is the overall Producer for this event. There are eight other Executive Producers involved, but he’s the true power.”

“So instead of lowly producer, you’re one of the executive producers?” Kane asked.

“Oh, I have an E.D. title, but I just do a little of this and a little of that. That’s why I’m the liaison. Before I have you start with the head of security, I need to better understand what kind of threat you’re worried about. The Eurovision Song Contest itself gets at least four threats a week, mostly from disgruntled viewers about who is scoring well. Ed, our Captain of Security, has someone specifically tasked to handle the threats that come on-line. Occasionally we will have someone sneak on site and leave physical notes or ‘gifts’ for different performers. The last time this happened was Tuesday. Ed’s team immediately shut that shit down and caught the fool.”

“So, we need to talk to Ed,” Kane said.

A.J. leaned forward on the little dining table. “Nope, I’m the gatekeeper, and you won’t be walking around this event or meeting with Ed until you explain what’s up.”

“So besides herding cats and doing this and that, you’re the hammer?” Kane chuckled.

“I like to think I’m a velvet hammer.”

Her smile was breathtaking.

“We have it on good authority that your contest, along with three other sites in Oman, are currently being considered as a target by terrorists.”

A.J.’ s smile dimmed, and she sat up straight. “Terrorists? Like the Boko Haram, al-Qaeda or ISIS? Those kinds of terrorists?”

He and Asher nodded. “Now can we talk to Ed?” Kane asked.

“It’s still a ‘no’. I need to better understand how good your information is before we see security.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Ruthless Protector: Night Storm, Book One (Kindle Locations 491-550).

This is just the beginning as time starts running out. Black Dawn heads one way, Night Storm another as this heats up.

Then of course there’s Kane and A.J. I really got a kick out of him trying to guess her full name. These two are great together.

Fast-paced with plenty of action, suspense, romance and so much more!

5 Contented Purrs for Caitlyn!


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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:
THE FOUND
It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

MIDNIGHT DELTA
This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

FATE HARBOR
This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com


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The Prize – Savage Mountain Men Book 4 By Mika Lane



The Prize
Savage Mountain Men Book 4
By
Mika Lane

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The remote sanctuary of Savage Mountain was never meant to be a hideaway for damsels in distress. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be.

So when I saw a beautiful bride in a dirty wedding dress drowning her sorrows, I knew better than to get involved.

My mercenary training told me to walk on by.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

I needed to know how she ended up in a crappy dive bar in the middle of nowhere. Alone. And deep into several shots of tequila with mascara stains under her eyes.

When I learned the reason, all I wanted to do was shield her from the TV hounds who exploited her, and the people preying on her innocence.

Protecting her could bring a world of hurt to my private little mountaintop and the unwaveringly loyal guys I shared it with. But I had to give it a shot. We had to give it a shot.

If there’s one thing my special ops training taught me… that sometimes we only get one chance.

And that it takes a team to exact the kind of revenge certain people deserve.

This naughty, over-the-top romance includes 4 hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, claiming the one woman they can’t live without. If you love outrageous stories with tough-as-nails ex-military dudes, this is the book for you.

Alessia almost made the biggest mistake of her life, well she’d already kind of made the first one. Being on a reality TV show, really wasn’t all it’s cut out to be and she certainly didn’t expect to come out on top. Now a friend slipped her a wedding present of sorts that sends her fleeing the wedding. Left on her own with only the hideous gown on her back and some cash in her ridiculous looking purse she is being tormented by a couple of jerks at this small town tavern.

Dash is heading back to Savage Mountain from a conference of ‘hackers’ in Los Vegas. He needed real food instead of snack so he stopped at this small town tavern where the waitress and the bartender didn’t seem to care that their patrons were harassing a woman. Of course he can’t just leave her there.

Now Dash doesn’t live alone on Savage Mountain, he lives there with three other guys and they do contract security type work. The mountain is the perfect place for them because it’s secure and out of the way. Since Alissia has no place to go, Dash continues his journey home, with her.

This is a favorite scene.

A woman had just passed by my office door. In a place I lived with four guys. On a remote mountaintop.

“Excuse me, we’ll have to continue this call later.” I clicked on the screen, and the men I’d been speaking with disappeared into blackness.

I lived surrounded by a security system that would rival Fort Knox’s.

For good reason.

“Excuse me. Excuse me,” I said, sprinting to catch up with the visitor who’d just about given me a heart attack.

We didn’t do visitors on Savage Mountain, and certainly not unannounced ones.

“Oh, hi. I’m Alessia.” A beautiful brunette with glittering green eyes turned to me and extended her hand cheerfully.

Out of the many strange things about her being there, the first one that struck me was that she was wearing sweats— and guys’ sweats, at that. And she was swimming in them.

What the fucking fuck?

“Um, Alessia, what are you doing here? How’d you get up here, to the mountain?” I forced myself to keep calm, but my mouth was dry as fuck.

“Dan brought me. In his truck.” She smiled brightly, like she got rides to the mountains all the time. No big deal.

But it was a big deal. A fucking big deal.

And my mouth grew drier still. I hadn’t talked to a beautiful woman in far too long.

Regardless, she was not supposed to be here. Something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

I put my hand on the firearm hidden at my waist. “Who is Dan?”

I lived on Savage Mountain with three other guys, and not one of them was named Dan.

Confusion crossed her face, and she seemed so innocent, unlike any intruder I’d ever seen. “You know, Dan. He lives here. You don’t know who I’m talking about? He was driving home from a convention in Vegas.”

I frowned. “You know, about six feet tall, almond shaped eyes, long-ish black hair.”

Oh, Jesus.

“Do you mean Dash?”

Her hand flew to her head. “Yes, yes, yes. Sorry! In all the excitement, I forgot the poor guy’s name. Dash. Yeah, Dash brought me.”

“And how did Dash come to bring you here?”

Where was Dash, anyway?

She sighed. “Well. It’s a long story. But the short version is he sort of picked me up in a bar. I’d had too much to drink.”

I was going to kill him. That’s all there was to it.

She put her hands on hips. “Great place you have here.”

Right.

“Okay, Alessia. Let me show you to the kitchen. If you could hang out there a few minutes, I need to find Dash and have a chat with him.”

She headed back in the direction she’d come from. “Oh, I know where the kitchen is. I’ll head back there. Hey, do you mind if I grab a Coke? I noticed you had some in the fridge. I wanted to ask first,” she said with a big smile.

She knew where the kitchen was? She’d been in our fridge? Jesus fucking Christ.

“DASH!” I hollered loud enough to be heard in every corner of the house.

He came running around the corner, passing Alessia on the way, and greeting her with a high-five.

Was I in Twilight Zone or something? Because it sure felt like it.

We left the smiling Alessia in the kitchen sipping her Coke.
Mika Lane. The Prize: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 358-386).

Ah the tangled web! The producer of the show trying to reach the missing bride, her best friend who is plain old worried and lots of other drama weaves it’s way through the pages.

Lots of heat initiated by the sweet Alessia and the cutest little puppy she adopts.

Fast-paced, fun, and some vindication for the crap Alessia had to put up with her co-host and the producer.

5 Contented Purrs for Alessia!

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Writing has been a passion of mine since, well, forever (my first book was “The Day I Ate the Milkyway,” a true fourth-grade masterpiece), but steamy romance is now what gives purpose to my days and nights.

I live in magical Northern California with my own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill.

A lover of shiny things, I’ve been known to try to new recipes on unsuspecting friends, find hiding places so I can read undisturbed, and spend my last dollar on a plane ticket somewhere. I also drink cheap champagne and have way too many shoes.

I’ll always promise you a hot, sexy romp with kick-ass but imperfect heroines, and some version of a modern-day happily ever after.

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