Deadly Descent – Bagram Special Ops Book 1 by Kaylea Cross

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


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

SEALs of Honor Book 21
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


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.

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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
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


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

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.

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.

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The Prize – Savage Mountain Men Book 4 By Mika Lane

The Prize
Savage Mountain Men Book 4
Mika Lane


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.”


“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.

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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.

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A Fey’s Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 5 By Elle Boon

A Fey’s Wolf
Mystic Wolves Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle Boon


When a wolf catches the scent of his mate, he’ll do anything to claim and protect her, even if that means protecting the little Fey from himself.

An Enforcer…

Torq’s place among the Mystic Wolves gave him the freedom to search for his mate, but when he finds her, he realizes things aren’t as easy as he’d hoped they’d be. However, years of honing his skills have proven he was more than the man and wolf for the injured Fey.

A Powerful Fey…

Talia’s tired of hiding but isn’t quite ready to make that final step as a normal female after years of captivity. Hiding out on the Fey Realm seemed like another form of being caged, however being caught in the sights of a shifter far larger than any man she’d ever seen was more than she’d bargained for.

A Plan Set In Motion…

Things don’t always go as planned, but when the Goddess puts two of her people together, she assumes things will end up how they should. However, outside forces realize a powerful Fey are within their grasps and want what they didn’t have…a link to the Fey Realm.

Will the wolf and his Fey have a chance to find their happily ever after, or will they be destroyed before they get the chance?

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Torq is thinking of leaving the Mystic Wolves. His mate is unattainable in the Fey realm and he’s not sure how long he can keep it together.

After her rescue from Keith’s dungeon, Talia more than anything needed the peace and respite only going home could give her. She really couldn’t handle anything other than that, not even a visit with her daughters and their mates.

After a serious training session and talk with Belle, she applies for a position with the Mystic Lodge. The position also comes with a furnished cottage, which is where Torq finds her.

This is a favorite scene.

When Torq had first felt the pull to come to the Mystic Pack, just a few hours from the Iron Wolves, he couldn’t explain the draw. The emotions that had bombarded him when he’d arrived was nothing out of the ordinary. He’d searched the members, scenting the unmated females for one who called to his wolf, but had found nothing that made the surly animal wake up and say Mine. Not until he’d been part of the mission that had went into the compound to help another member, Jett Tremaine and his mate Taryn, find her mother, or at least answers. He’d known as soon as he’d stepped foot inside the concrete building his mate was near. What he hadn’t expected was the emaciated female, who smelled like honey and wild flowers, to be that woman, and also be Taryn’s mother. A Fey who’d been tortured for years.

His grip on the handle bars tightened, making the bike shoot forward. Goddess, even half starved and terrified, Talia was the most gorgeous female he’d ever set eyes on. His wolf had snarled at him, wanting to claim her there and then, but the wariness in her luminescent blue eyes kept his dominance in check. Torq had thought he’d have time to woo her, show her not all men were like the fucker who…he shut down the train of thought, knowing he’d be a growly bastard if he didn’t.

The sight of the huge mountain lodge came into view. He still wondered why she’d returned but hadn’t contacted the pack, or why the Fey hadn’t told Niall. Payton and the other Fey who began gathering on pack lands in the last couple years were working to fortify the wards, ensuring all who came to Mystic would be safe. A haven of sorts, which Niall and Zayn were still trying to wrap their heads around. None of them had planned to increase the pack, only wanting to protect those within the small family they had. However, the Fey had other plans.

He signaled for the turn, letting his nose and wolf lead him to the woman who called to them. Their mate. Goddess, he hoped like hell she felt the pull too. Torq didn’t think he had the strength to allow her to leave him again.

The road leading from the main lodge wasn’t as smooth, clearly it’s wasn’t one the guests used, making him regret not bringing his truck. He slowed his Harley, easing over the ruts and holes. His wolf banged against his skull as the sight of the small cabin came into view. The Harley rumbled to a stop several feet from the porch. He took a deep breath, taking in all the scents around him. An overly perfumed female had been there recently as well as several males, making both he and his wolf snarl. Their scents clearly a day or so old, while he knew for a fact Talia had only returned to Earth this morning. In his head, he thought of the reasons for the others presence at his mate’s cabin, but then, common sense had him shoving jealousy aside. Being a new employee, maybe they’d come to clean, move shit, or whatever hotel employees did for managers.

“Fuck,” he growled, looking up through the trees.

“Are you going to sit out there all day and be snarly, or are you going to come inside?”

Torq had to push his animal side down along with his dick, which was pressing at the zipper of his jeans. “Good afternoon, Talia,” he said, taking in her appearance. No longer did she look like a waif who’d fall over in a stiff wind. Goddess, he had no clue how gorgeous she truly was. Although admittedly, she was stunning even when she wasn’t at her best. “You look well.” Such an understatement.

She tilted her head to the side, the dark hair, which had hints of blue when the lighting hit it, flowed over her shoulder. He kept his fingers around the grips of the handle bars lest he jump off the bike and do what he wanted, and that was wrap those silky tresses around his fist and hold her head in place while he kissed her.

“Come inside. I think we have much to—discuss.” She turned, her ass encased in a pair of denim that lovingly cupped a heart shaped bottom he really wanted to explore.

Before he realized what he was doing, he’d already dismounted his bike, keys stuffed into his pocket as he strode the few feet to her porch.

Once he was at the door, he paused, taking a calming breath followed by another. He couldn’t do what he and his wolf wanted. Mark and claim her for all to see. No, he’d need to tread lightly. Damn, he was going to be taking a lot of runs and cold showers. “This is a nice place,” he remarked from the doorway.

Talia nodded. “It’s even nicer inside.” Her shy smile made his heart jerk. She was nervous.

His lips tilted up in a wry grin.

“Want me to take my boots off?” They didn’t have any mud or shit on them, but he thought he’d be a gentleman and offer.

“Please, just come in and stop treating me with kid gloves. I’m much older than you or any wolf on this mountain. Trust me, I’m not a fragile fucking flower that’s going to wilt if you—be you.”

Her gruff words had him moving forward, encroaching into her personal space. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like a fragile anything. I just don’t want to scare you.”
Boon, Elle. A Fey’s Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 5) (pp. 29-33). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

There is almost overwhelming attraction between these two, but it’s a strange sort of shared memory that triggers a sense of unease in both of them. More Talia than Torq as he describes the reason he is calling her farfalla, ‘butterfly’.

Lots of dark and evil as they trace the origin. Talia and Torq have a bond that goes beyond just a mating one, and she needs to connect with her children as well as the pack.

A page turning read with a great lead into the next book which will feature Taryn’s friend Sky.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

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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Easton – SEALs of Honor Book 13 By Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 13
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Trips to Canada’s wilderness for joint military training are something Easton always enjoys. But meeting the photographer contracted to take pictures of the base and trainees for new marketing materials adds a whole new twist to the trip.

A twist Easton quickly realizes has a dark undertone.

Summer knows she gets lost in her art to the point she’s been called ditzy, forgetful and many other less pleasant names. But her passionate nature has an outlet, and she loves traveling for her work. It also means she doesn’t always take care of herself as she should.

When she’s stalked, then attacked, Easton soon realizes Summer has stepped into something dangerous and needs his help to stay alive.

Especially when the violence escalates…and he comes close to losing the one woman he can’t seem to stay away from.

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Poor Easton, he was hooked almost on the first page and didn’t even realize it, but the rest of his team did. Nothing like an absent-minded photographer to cause all the protective instincts of a SEAL to kick in.

Summer is the photographer for this international military training event featuring a new water purification system. Her goal is to capture photographs to be featured in brochures. Like many artists she tends to get lost in her work, but for her it can also cause blood sugar problems. Add that to her leaving her bag everywhere as she focuses through the lens and you have a recipe for disaster.

The really fun part of all this is the banter between Summer and Easton with the added hilarity of Ryder, Devlin and Corey.

This is one of many favorite scenes.

Easton tried hard not to keep a close eye on her as she ate. If he saw the motion of her fork out of the corner of his eye, he was content to ignore her as she seemed to be following his orders. When he chanced a glance at the other men, it was to find huge grins. He scowled at Corey especially. But it had the opposite effect than he wanted. Corey laughed.

Summer lifted her gaze to study him, paused for a long moment and then asked, “What’s so funny?”

Corey was past the point of being able to answer her. He shook his head and tried to control his chuckles. The trouble was, the others were in the same state.

“He has these fits every once in a while,” Easton said. “Just try to be understanding.”

Then the others got off on Corey’s contagious laughter as well. She glared at them all suspiciously, then turned on Easton. “Are they making fun of me?”

His eyebrows rose. “No, they aren’t.”

“Seems like they’re laughing at me.”

She turned her glare at one of them. The men were beside themselves at this point.

Easton popped the last forkful into his mouth, waited until he was done chewing, threw down his fork and knife on the plate and pushed back. When she still hadn’t resumed eating, he again pointed at her plate. “Eat.”

She rounded on him. “Why are they laughing at me?”

“They aren’t laughing at you. They’re laughing at me,” he snapped. He shoved his face into hers, making sure she turned and ate again.

Instead she picked up her fork and held it like a knife, threatening to stab his hand on her chair. “Why would they laugh at you?”

He stared at her fork in astonishment. “You’re going to stab me?”

“To stop you from ordering me around, yes,” she snapped back.

He glared. She glared back.

Finally he slumped in his chair and faced her. “You’re hungry. You don’t look after yourself. Someone has to make sure you keep food in your stomach.”

“And who made you my guardian?”

“You did.”

She reared back slightly, frowned at him in confusion and then settled in her chair. “They really are laughing at both of us, aren’t they?” she asked glumly.

He nodded. “They are, indeed.”

Together the two of them looked at the three men, who now had stopped laughing, but still had huge grins on their faces.

Devlin said, “Easton, I totally approve.”

Easton shook his head in disgust. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I probably know better than anybody here,” Devlin said calmly. “And I’ve got to tell you, it’s the real deal.”

Instantly Easton froze. “Hell no.”

“Hell yes,” Ryder said. “Even I can see that much.”
Mayer, Dale. SEALs of Honor: Books 11-13 (pp. 446-448). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately, some weird stuff starts happening with Summer, first she hears someone in her tent, which causes Easton and the guys to stay in her tent. Then things escalate, the problem is they don’t know why anyone would target her.

Lots of fun and suspense in this page turning read. I’m very glad I have the three book collections so I can just move on to the next three books!

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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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Finding Strength – The Searchers Book 5 By Ripley Proserpina

Finding Strength
The Searchers Book 5
USA Today Bestselling Author
Ripley Proserpina


Apollo left, and it was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

It was too much: sharing Nora with his friends. Not being her first.Her only.Apollo thought he had to be away to make sense of it all, but he was wrong.Nora loves him, and she needs him more than ever.

But now it’s up to him to finally accept in himself what Nora always saw.

My heart broke a little when Apollo left at the end of the last book. Nora in her way understood he needed time to decide if he could handle this unusual relationship. It didn’t hurt any less though.

The rest of them have traveled to Matisse’s family for Thanksgiving, a true feast and an acceptance of the relationship that involves at the moment five people. There are questions as to Apollo’s whereabouts, since he had spent many holidays there. Those questions weren’t easily answered.

With the acceptance there comes a sort of peace as Nora, Cai, Matisse, Seok and Ryan explore the area. Then the unthinkable happens. An accident, one that could make or break the relationship with Matisse and one that could solidify Apollo’s feelings toward all of it.

This is a favorite scene.

Apollo put his gloved hands on his hips and stared down at the mat. “Yeah,” he said around his mouth guard. It had taken him by surprise, that was all.

He spat the guard onto the mat and ripped the tape off his gloves. “Take a break,” he told the other man. He needed to hydrate and drink a shake or something. For having stayed up all night, he thought he was doing pretty well. But he knew it was nowhere near good enough. His cardio was shit and his muscles twitchy.

Hopefully, he’d have his act together when it was time to fight.

His phone started to ring as he pushed the ropes apart and ducked beneath them. He’d set the alarms this morning before leaving the house, and the first thing that came into his head was that the security company was calling.

But Ryan’s name was on the screen when he picked it up. “Hey.”

“There’s been an accident. We booked you a flight to Mississippi.”

The world shrunk, and his vision tunneled. Those were the four worst words in the world. They held the potential of ripping away everything he cared about and changing his life forever.

Somehow, he ended up sitting on the floor. “What happened?”

“Matisse and Nora. We don’t know yet, we’re on the way to the hospital.”

He didn’t understand. How could they not know? They were supposed to be all together. Taking care of each other. Taking care of Nora.

He couldn’t breathe. He got to his knees and dropped his head low. The phone ended up on the floor, and he stared at it, watching the seconds pass by as the line remained open. “I’m coming,” he said, and from far away, he heard Ryan answer. “There’s a ticket waiting for you.”

Forcing his body to move, he got his feet under him and grabbed his bag and phone. “What airline?” he asked. He sounded like he’d run a race.

Ryan told him. All Apollo could hope was that he remembered when he got to the airport. With his bag under his arm, and his phone still in his hand, he barreled through the gym, out the door, and to his car.

It had started snowing, but he was impervious to the cold. He may have stepped in a puddle or walked through a snowbank, who the hell knew. Forward momentum was what he needed.

The car started, engine revving as he threw it into drive and peeled out of the parking lot. The roads were slick, and if it hadn’t been absolutely imperative that he get to Nora, he’d have gone faster. But he didn’t have time for an accident.

Everyone was going slow. On another day, he’d have appreciated that people weren’t driving like assholes. Not today. Today he wanted everyone to stay off the roads, or if they had to be on them, stay the fuck out of his way.

Apollo dragged his hand down the back of his head before pounding on the steering wheel. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

He deserved this. If he hadn’t been so selfish and demanding, he’d have been with her. And if he’d been with her, maybe he could have stopped whatever happened.

The airport wasn’t far from the gym, but it seemed to take an hour to get there. Finally, he pulled into the parking garage, shoved it into park, and jumped out.

Phone. Bag. Shit. Wallet. He hurried around to the passenger side of the card. No way could he handle a drive back to the gym and then back again. He’d go insane. Ripping into his bag, he found his wallet tucked beneath a sweatshirt and— where the fuck was his phone?

He searched the car before realizing he’d had it in his hand the entire time. Waste of fucking time.

Had he ever been so aware of the way time passed? Of how it could slow to a crawl or speed up faster than he could track?

The parking garage was freezing, and he shivered. Pulling the strap of the bag onto his shoulder, he realized he was still in his workout clothes. Not that it mattered, but rather than walk through the airport like some kind of douche in a tank, he took out a sweatshirt and got it on.

The airport was busy, which he should have expected since it was Thanksgiving break. The line to the counter was long, snaking between the straps fixed between metal stands. Apollo got in line and tried not to look like a maniac.

What he wanted to do was pace, or bounce, but if he acted weird, then he’d be a target of the cops patrolling the entrance. He needed to blend and get through the line as quickly as possible.

He removed his ID from his wallet and stuck it between his teeth before stowing the wallet in a pouch of his bag. Then he pulled his sweatshirt on and awkwardly stuck his arms and head through it.


He stepped forward, ready. “There’s a ticket for Apollo Morris,” he told the counter agent.

“ID?” the woman asked. He handed it to her, and in a matter of minutes, he had his ticket and was on his way.

Forward momentum. The phrase kept running through his head. He just had to keep moving, checking off boxes that would get him closer to Nora.
Ripley Proserpina. Finding Strength: The Searchers #5 (Kindle Locations 564-604).

I really thought Nora’s problems would be behind her by now, but it seems things just keep escalating in different directions.

Lots of emotion and tears as we learn the whole of Apollo’s secrets. Matisse has to deal with guilt and of course there’s more on Dr. Murray and yet another break-in.

There’s some fun and lots of love and understanding with Matisse’s family and the guys are bonding more with Nora as she recuperates.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. I am hoping that Dr. Murray and his cohorts get everything they deserve.

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

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The Proper Princess – Her Royal Duty Book 3 By Melissa McClone

The Proper Princess
Her Royal Duty Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone


She’s been a proper princess—
but she wants to rebel.

After the death of her fiancé, Princess Madeleine knows a loveless, arranged marriage awaits her. She’s resigned to her fate until she meets her intended husband. Crown Prince Enrique is gorgeous, but he comes on way too strong, says the wrong things, and fumbles with apologies. He’s more court jester than Prince Charming. How can she marry him?

Enrique might be self-centered and lack social skills, but he’s trying to do better—for himself, his country, and his future wife. Despite their royal union being a political necessity, he wants his marriage with the captivating Madeleine to be a love match. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to woo her. How hard can it be to win his princess bride’s heart?

Nearly impossible, he discovers, because Madeleine seems unwilling—or unable—to give him her heart. On their wedding day, instead of exchanging vows, will the royal couple say goodbye?

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Princess Madeline is still heartbroken five years after her fiancé’s death. Now circumstances are such that an arranged marriage is necessary to save their kingdom.

Crown Prince Enrique has had many marriage contracts go awry. The one with Princess Juliana ended with her marrying his brother. Thanks to Parliament he now must wed to ascend the throne. His father needs to retire and is abdicating, but has managed to find another contract. All he can envision is his brother and Jules taking the throne. He’s failed at completing an arrangement so many times because of his feeling of not being able to love.

After messing up royally (pun intended), Enrique calls Jules for advice. His brother Alejandro and Jules have been invaluable in helping him change to be more flexible and personable. He has to apologize and can only hope it is accepted.

This is a favorite scene.

She stood with her shoulders pressed back and head held high. Proper princess posture. “You mentioned touring the grounds earlier.”

“I did, but first, I must apologize.” Enrique forced the words from his dry throat before realizing he was still putting on an act of what he thought she wanted him to be. He took another breath, allowing his posture to relax. “I’m sorry for offending you earlier. I wish I could blame what I said on nerves, but that wasn’t the case. I’m known for saying the wrong things. Not just at the wrong time. Pretty much all the time. I’ve been trying to do better, but I still have a ways to go as you saw today.”

A beat passed. Then another.

He forced himself not to shift his weight between his feet. She was the offended party, not him.

Madeleine raised her chin slightly. “Apology accepted.”

Enrique waited for her to say more, but she didn’t. “May we begin again?”

She nodded.

He extended his arm. “I’m Enrique. Crown prince or court jester depending on the situation.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She shook his hand. “I’m Madeleine. Proper princess and tour guide extraordinaire.”

His hand was larger, but her grip was stronger than he imagined it would be. Her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.

She drew her arm to her side, and he missed her warmth.

He stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him. “Lead the way, tour guide.”

As Madeleine headed down the wide hallway, she motioned to various doors they passed. “This is the family wing. There are four guest suites besides my family’s rooms.”

“Do you host many guests?”

“Around the holidays, mainly. There’s also a summer celebration that is popular. Most guests stay on the other side of the castle, though.”

“I’m honored to be near you.”

Her expression didn’t change, but she no longer frowned. That was progress.

She opened a door to a landing and stone staircase. “This will take us to the ground level.”

On either side of the steps were walls of rocks put together like puzzle pieces and held in place by mortar. The castle oozed character, as if part of a movie set.

“Is this original?” he asked.

“Yes.” She didn’t slow her pace. “The exterior looks the same as it has for centuries albeit maintained by the staff and updated as necessary.”

He ran his hand along the rocks to his right. The stone was worn smooth. “If these walls could talk.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a surprised gaze. “They might have stories to tell. This was the escape route for the royal family when the castle was attacked. That happened a few times with past generations.”

“When we are on the island, I’ll show you what my family used.”

“I— I’d like that.” Her voice was hesitant, but that was better than disgusted. More progress.

The staircase led to a small grassy area enclosed by another wall— this one taller. He followed her to a massive iron gate. “Is this to keep the royal family in or others out?”

“I daresay both.” She sounded as if she were smiling. “When we were children, Karl was known for getting into mischief.”

“What about you?”

She shrugged. “Someone had to behave.”

That sounded like Jules. Did Madeleine have a secret passion as his sister-in-law had? He would ask once they were getting along better.

He followed her out of the gate to a landscaped area with clipped hedges, stone walkways, and verdant shrubbery. “This is breathtaking.”

She glanced around as if seeing the grounds for the first time. “It is. I take the beauty for granted or remember when snow covers everything during the winter.”

“The weather is harsher than on the island.”

Madeleine nodded. “I’ve lived here for twenty-seven years so I’m used to it. Sunshine and blue skies overhead for most of the year will be different.”

Her words held no anticipation. No excitement. No happiness.

Yes, this was an arranged marriage, but her lack of emotion bothered him. “Will you miss Gaullia?”

“I’ve always known this place wouldn’t be my home forever.”

She hadn’t answered the question. Not exactly. But he wouldn’t push. Not until he knew where he stood with her.

“Would you like to see the garden?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”
Melissa McClone. The Proper Princess ARC (Kindle Locations 727-772). Cardinal Press, LLC.

As Madeline shows Enrique the gardens, they both learn about each other. Be prepared to sniffle a bit. All is not well though as the wedding day approaches, and Enrique finds he has a desire for a love match.

I love the way this relationship very gradually progresses. Both fighting their demons and their responsibilities.

I would really like to see the other Crown Princes meet their matches, even though their kingdoms have been saved by their sisters.

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USA Today bestselling author, Melissa McClone has published over forty novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group.

With a degree in mechanical engineering from Stanford University, Melissa worked for a major airline where she traveled the globe and met her husband. But analyzing jet engine performance couldn’t compete with her love of writing happily ever afters.

Her first full-time writing endeavor was her first sale when she was pregnant with her first child! When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities.

Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds, and cats who think they rule the house. They do!

Finding Courage – The Searchers Book 4 By Ripley Proserpina

Finding Courage
The Searchers Book 4
Ripley Proserpina


There is no future until he faces his past…

Nora, Cai, Ryan, Matisse, Apollo, and Seok have decided to forge their own path. Yes, their relationship is unusual, but it’s what they want.

They won’t hide it. It isn’t a secret.
Or is it?

Cai loves her, Nora is certain of it. But when the woman he left behind suddenly appears, the Cai she knows changes, and Nora begins to wonder, will he be brave enough to choose her and step into the light?

Or will he hide her away with the rest of his ghosts?

While this book centers on Cai and his relationship with Nora, the others are very involved as well.

This book opens with Cai getting a concussion from an altercation with Dr. Murray and a couple of his cronies. He woke up not remembering being transported to jail with Matisse all because of his frustration at not having access to Tyler. Although others are working on the problem Cai is practically obsessed with being sure Tyler is being treated properly.

There is much going on with all of them, but Cai’s issues come to the fore when his ‘wife’ shows up. Sarah isn’t legally his wife and never was. That marriage was the product of how they were raised in the cult where his father was the leader.

Nora is totally blindsided by Sarah’s call and then her appearance at the house. More so by Cai’s description of their relationship, roommate not girlfriend. A painful denial.

This is a favorite scene.

Cai knew. His friends would do anything for him. All he had to do was ask.

He fled upstairs before anyone could push him. If Apollo had been there, he would have pushed. And Matisse! He must have missed some kind of hand signal between Seok and Matisse, because that man didn’t know the meaning of subtle.

Upstairs, Cai hesitated at Nora’s door. His dinner with Sarah reminded him of what Nora gave him. She eased him, made him calm. He rapped on the door lightly, waiting for her voice.

“Come in,” she called. She didn’t look surprised to see him. “Hi.”

“I need to talk to you.”

Her gaze didn’t leave him as he strode toward her. She shifted, pushing herself to sit against the headboard.


He sat, met her gaze, and looked away. He’d have to be blind not to see the traces of her crying. Her nose was red, and her eyes were still bloodshot. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, but she didn’t say anything for a moment. After taking a deep breath, she rubbed her eyes and asked, “What exactly are you sorry for?” Her voice trembled, but she pressed her lips together and went on. “For keeping me a secret? For not telling me you were married? For giving me snippets and then, on your anniversary, going out with your ex-wife? Who, I’ll add, refers to herself as your wife.” Instead of her voice lifting, she got quieter. The last two words she repeated so quietly, he barely made them out. “Your wife.”

“Nora,” he said. “There’s so much you don’t know, and so much I hate talking about. You don’t understand. And the only way to make you understand is to talk about it. Just beginning the story makes me want to punch the wall and vomit.”

“What are you afraid of?” she asked.

He laughed and shook his head, but nothing about the situation was funny. “Everything, Nora.”

“So talk to me!” She went to her knees and shuffled toward him. She gripped his arms, fingers digging into him. “Cai. I’m begging you. Tonight hurt.”

He heard what she didn’t say. He’d hurt her.

“I’m not there,” he said. He wanted to give her what she needed, but the idea of spilling his guts was too much. Reluctantly, he stood. The entire time, Nora watched him. Her brown eyes were big, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her entire face got splotchy, and she took in a shaky breath.

“Then you need to get there, Cai,” she said. Her shoulders went back as she stared at him. “Because I’m not okay with what happened tonight. And I’m not okay with it happening again.”

He wanted to promise her that. But how could he do that? He couldn’t see the future. Rather than speak aloud, and tell her something neither of them wanted to hear, he stayed silent and nodded. He wanted to take her in his arms. He wanted another moment with her like earlier when he’d held her and kissed her. Her breath had breezed across his naked chest and for the first time in years, he could take a deep breath.

But it felt wrong now. Holding her in his arms was a promise that she’d always be there, and in order for her to always be there, he knew he had to tell her everything. And he couldn’t.

Not now.

Not yet.
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As Nora and Cai’s relationship does some struggling, Apollo also comes to the realization that he wants, perhaps more, than Nora can give.

Then there’s more interference from Dr. Murray, a revelation from another Doctor who takes over Tyler’s care, the Thanksgiving invitation that can’t be ignored from Matisse’s Mom and Seok having some of his own fears surface.

There’s so much more that what I’ve mentioned. There is lots of heat, love, and emotion in this book. I couldn’t put it down.

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

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

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Game Clincher – Triple Play Book 3 By Lori Ryan

Game Clincher
Triple Play Curse Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Lori Ryan


After two of his teammates fall prey to the curse, Gage Collier realizes he’s got worse things to worry about than the power of the curse alone. He’s got his mother to fear, and the woman is on a mission. When a columnist spills the beans that the curse is in play and there’s only one victim left to be had, Gage’s mother spins a web designed to trap him into being its third victim and give her the grandbabies she’s been wanting. Though the bait she sets is tempting, Gage has no interest in falling in love. With his mother strategizing against him, Gage probably doesn’t stand a chance, but he’ll go down fighting before he takes this hit.

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The Triple Play Curse has taken down two players, they are happily committed and in love. No one wants to be the next to fall, but Gage’s mother has other ideas.

She comes up with an ingenious scheme to set up Gage, I have to admit it was the perfect setup. Her friend Lucia cleans houses for a living and has a daughter who fills in for her from time to time.

The idea is for Lucia to get the job cleaning her son’s home, then pretend an injury so her daughter will fill in.

Getting the job was easy since all the other interviews were with twenty-somethings that only want a chance at snagging Gage. Since Lucia is an older woman, Gage took that bait, hook, line and sinker.

This is a favorite scene when Lucia’s daughter Talia takes over.

Gage finished his last lap and pulled himself up and out of the pool before toweling off. He’d always looked forward to the end of his morning workouts, but never more than he did nowadays.

Four days a week, he could walk to his kitchen and find breakfast ready and waiting for him when he got there. He hadn’t asked for it. Lucia just seemed to pick up on his needs. Within a day or two, she had figured out he always finished working out at ten thirty, and she had a scrambled egg white omelet ready for him. She would always throw in a different mixture of vegetables and top it with her homemade salsa. She’d also have a big plate of fresh cut fruit for him.

But, what he loved the most, was the way his house smelled when she was there. She would cook a big meal for him every morning that he’d devour when he got home later that night from the baseball field.

The mouthwatering smell of some kind of mixture of chicken and rice or enchiladas wafted through the condo to him now, drawing him to the kitchen before he’d even thrown a t-shirt t-shirt on. Hell, she’d outdone herself today. He didn’t know what he’d find on the stove, but he did know he’d have a hard time resisting the temptation to dig into it now instead of after the game. It wasn’t unusual for Lucia to have to beat him back from the stove with one of the wooden spoons she’d stocked his kitchen with when she discovered how little he had in the way of pots and pans and utensils.

Gage looped his towel around his neck and called out to Lucia.

“Hey, beautiful, what are you trying to do to me? Make me gain twenty pounds this season? I won’t be able to move if you keep this up.”

But it wasn’t Lucia who came out of his bedroom with his dirty laundry in her arms. It was a … hell, he didn’t know what she was. A goddess, at the very least. Her laugh matched Lucia’s to a tee, and her long black hair and fiery eyes were almost identical as well. But, she was younger and had a body that screamed out to him. Gage took a step back as she came into the kitchen. His hands felt like magnets, just pulling him in, begging him to take ahold of those round hips of hers and yank her body in close, tight against his.

She just smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with humor, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on him.

“You call my mother beautiful?” She put the laundry basket down on one of the counters and cocked her head at him.

“Your mother?” he echoed, stupidly. She raised a brow, then laughed again.

“My mother. Lucia?”

“Your mother?” he asked, yet again, not because he didn’t understand by now that this woman was Lucia’s daughter, but because his mind seemed to be stuck on repeat. Like a skipping record.

She was laughing as she shook her head, and reached for the plate with his omelet and fruit to hand to him, but he didn’t miss the puzzled look she gave him.

“You’re Talia?” he asked, finally, breaking loose of the hold she’d had on him and reaching for the plate. Lucia hadn’t told him much about Talia. She was Lucia’s only daughter, that much he knew. That was about the extent of it.

“You can’t be here,” he said now, still not touching his omelet.

That stopped her smile. “What?”

“Your mom is supposed to be here. Where is she?”

Now suspicion clouded her gaze and he felt like a jerk. Again. No, not again. Still. It hadn’t stopped. Because he’d been a jerk from the minute he’d seen Talia. She wore a long skirt that flowed loosely down around her ankles, taunting him. It seemed to dare him to find out what was hidden underneath. Her snug fitting shirt accentuated her full breasts, the only thing that had drawn his eyes away from those magical hips as they spoke.

“She hurt her back,” she said, cold now, all trace of her previous humor gone. “I’ll be filling in for her for the next couple of weeks. The doctor said she needs to take it easy for two weeks, or she might end up needing surgery and physical therapy.”

And, now he felt lower than low. “Is she okay? What happened? Was she in an accident?”

He thought he saw a flicker of softness cross her face again, but then she erased it, as though she wasn’t quite ready to forgive him yet. He didn’t blame her.

“Does she need anything?” Gage asked.

“No. My stepfather is taking care of her. She just needs to rest, so you’re stuck with me for two weeks.”

And, with that, she spun on her foot, balancing the laundry basket on her hip again, and exited the room.

Gage was left drooling, and wondering how in the heck he would get through the next two weeks without giving in to the walking, talking spitfire of temptation that was Talia Aguilar.
Lori Ryan. Game Clincher: A Triple Play Curse Novella, Book 3 (Kindle Locations 126-163).

In spite of all their best intentions, these two fall hard and fast for each other. So much so that they both retreat.

Lots of fun, laughter and a few tears as the curse comes to fruition.

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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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