Release Day Tour and Giveaway for Secret Obsession – Cordova Empire Book 3 by Ann Mayburn

Secret Obsession
Cordova Empire Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Ann Mayburn




From the moment of my birth I’ve been rejected by those who should have loved me, labeled as a freak because of my birthmark, bullied and tormented because I look different. When you’re told every day that you’re ugly and worthless you start to believe it. I managed to escape my malicious family and build a life for myself, but they’d broken something inside of me. I’m afraid to go outside, afraid to be around large groups of people, afraid of any type of confrontation and my panic attacks have left me pretty much house bound. If it wasn’t for my online friends I probably would have given up on life long ago. But there is one special friend, a man by the name of Mark, who keeps me going. He’s brave, smart, strong, and kind…and has no idea that I’m secretly in love with him.


Once I was a good man with a perfect life. I had a job I loved training dogs for the police with my wife, had a great family who filled our lives with laughter, and I woke up every day with a smile on my face. I was completely content in my blissful ignorance. I had no idea about the criminal world that thrived all around me, no idea that I’d made some powerful enemies who do anything to destroy me. Including killing my wife. I swore my revenge, and got it, but in the process I lost my soul. It was during these dark times, after my vengeance was fulfilled and I was drifting in anguish, that a beautiful soul rescued me from my own personal hell. I tried to keep my distance, tried to shield her from the villains of the world, myself included, but the evil that surrounds me wouldn’t be denied. Despite my best attempts to keep her safe, someone is out to destroy Layla, and I’m the only one who can protect her.

But who’s going to save her from me?

Author’s Note:  Each book in the Cordova Empire series can be read as a stand alone, but for the most enjoyment I’d suggest reading them in order.


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If you’ve been reading this series, like me you’ve been waiting for Mark’s story. Now it’s here and it was worth waiting for.

Just a reminder this is a look at things from the Cartel world, whose views are just not the same as other folks.

Mark is the right-hand man to Leo, the torturer of the Cordova Cartel. In the previous books saw Leo and the way he found his HEA with Hannah and also his brother Ramon find Joy. These are not the easiest stories to read but they do have that HEA.

I really liked the beginning of this book, it shows the more vulnerable side of these men, especially Mark.

Getting stuck in the elevator in the Cordova building he meets Layla. An unusual woman from the start with her dog Vali.

This is a favorite scene.

My wife loved the outdoors. Gracie connected to nature in a way few people could understand, and that link gave her an incredible gift with animals. When we trained police dogs for the Detroit police department together, I always marveled at her ability to communicate with our pack. Hell, with any animal. They instinctively understood that she had a good, pure heart.

After she’d been murdered…

My gut clenched and my heart gave a hard thump. The agony of that thought still caused me physical pain three years later.

The elevator vibrated again, strong enough to pull me from my thoughts.

The lights flickered overhead then went out, and my heart gave a hard lurch right before the small space plunged into darkness.

Pure panic washed through me, robbing me of my breath as I stumbled back. My hand hit a wall, and my imagination insisted I was trapped inside a coffin. Alone and surrounded by the stinking corpses of those I’d once loved. Blackness closed in, slowly choking me as I clawed at the roof of my casket like a crazed animal.

“Hey!” A woman’s voice, husky and beautiful, pulled me out of my waking nightmare. “Sir? Are you okay? Sir? ¿Hablas español?”

I tried to answer her, but the unrelenting black and the walls behind me furthered the illusion—trapped in a coffin, swaddled in wet cotton, drowning with weights strapped to my body. The air was thick—so fucking thick—and I couldn’t catch my breath. I swear, my heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of my chest, and I thought for sure I was about to die.

Then a miracle happened. A wet, cool nose nudged my hand. A dog’s nose. An unexpected sensation, it made my panicking mind slow down and process my environment. The blessed, solid weight of a good-sized dog leaned against my leg, and I let out a shuddering breath. A wet tongue licked my wrist, further pulling me out of my fucked-up head.

“Vali,” the woman in the elevator with me hissed, “Get back over here. Sir, please don’t be afraid. I know he looks scary—”

My voice sounded like I’d been gargling glass, but I managed a shaky laugh. “I have no idea what he looks like. I’m not a bat. I can’t see in the dark.”

“Oh, I thought you saw us when we got on. We…kinda stand out.” Her voice broke at the end before she quickly added, “Because of his size and his bright red service vest. Plus, he’s half lab, half pit bull, so some people tend to be a little intimidated when they see him. He’s all black except for a big white blaze on his chest. And he’s big, but I promise he’s a marshmallow. He’s the kind of dog that just loves everyone. I mean, I guess he intimidates people because he has an overbite and his teeth stick out sometimes. Wonder if I should get him dog braces? Do they make dog braces?” She gave a short, forced laugh, then said in a higher pitched voice, “Uh, I think I’m babbling, which I normally don’t do, so I’ll shut up now, but I promise he won’t hurt you. Please, don’t be afraid of him. It breaks his heart when people are scared. He’s got a gentle soul.”

The dog at my feet lightly butted my hand with his head, and I scratched behind his ears with trembling fingers. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was extremely grateful I wasn’t alone. If this mystery woman and her dog hadn’t been with me, I might have had a panic induced stroke. I had to get ahold of this shit. Take some damn pills and pass out for a few days to give my brain a fucking break.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I growled as suspicion crept into my exhausted mind. “Why do you care?”

She sucked in a quick breath, one that somehow conveyed a sense of hurt. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to help.”

Guess her dog wasn’t the only gentle soul. Shit, I was acting like a complete asshole to some random lady trapped in an elevator with me. If Gracie was here right now, she’d cuff me on the back of the head for scaring the woman. It wasn’t the mystery woman’s fault fate stuck her with me in a broken elevator.

“Hey,” she asked in a tense voice, “Do you have a phone?”

Once again, the paranoia that came from feeling vulnerable reared its head.


She gave a soft, nervous laugh. “I wanted to see if the cell towers were down, or if we could get a message out to someone that we’re stuck in here. The battery on my phone is dead, otherwise I would have used the flashlight during your panic attack.”

“I wasn’t having a panic attack.”

She cleared her throat. “Of course.”

Anger, and a big dose of denial, made me growl. “I wasn’t.”

“Look, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her lush voice took on a soothing tone that made my bones want to melt. “I used to have them all the time. That’s how I recognized the sound.”

“The sound?”

“Yeah, the sound of your breathing. There’s…how to describe it? There’s a certain pitch to your gasps, a feeling of desperation like you just can’t get enough air in your lungs. Like you’re drowning. It’s a terrible feeling. I hate it.” The sound of a dog’s tag jingling along with a dog’s panting filled the small space. “Vali here has been specially trained to help me through my panic attacks. Honestly, if you’re claustrophobic, or afraid of the dark, or whatever, you couldn’t have asked for a better pair to be trapped with.”

She was right, but I hated how her words exposed my weakness. “Yeah, well, I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Her doubt came through loud and clear by her tone.

“I am.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t.”

I stewed in silence for a moment, but the longer I sat in the all too quiet dark, the more I swore I could smell the mineral scent of dirt surrounding me.

“So, do you have a phone?”

I felt my pocket and wanted to thump my head against the wall. “No. I must have left it up in my office.”

“Oh, you work here?”


“What do you do?”

“My job is boring. I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Okayyyy,” she said slowly, obviously confused by my abrupt answer.

Things went still again, and my skin began to prickle as the sound of my heartbeat seemed to pound louder and louder.

When she spoke, I eagerly grasped onto the sound of her voice as tangible proof that I wasn’t alone in the eternal dark. “Do you think it’s another haboob blackout?”


“Haboob,” she said slowly as if speaking to a child. “You know, those big dust storms we’ve been having? I live up north of Carefree, so they haven’t hit us, but I saw it on the news last week. A big one wiped out the power grid in Phoenix for over six hours. Man, it would suck to be stuck in here for that long.”

I slowly slid down the wall until I sat. Vaguely, I remembered the city being coated in a cloud of dust, but I’d been barely aware of anything outside of helping the Cordova family with their grief. From the moment we found Fernando’s son’s abused body, nothing else really mattered. I frowned as I realized how disconnected I’d been. Just going through the motions while wrapped up in my own head. I’m lucky as fuck none of my enemies used the opportunity to come after me, ‘cause I would have been a pathetically easy hit.

“You still there?”

I cleared my throat as some of the cobwebs seemed to lift from my brain. “Yeah, I’m here. Could be another haboob, you might be right.”

She sighed. “Then we might be here awhile. Glad I went to the bathroom before I got on the elevator.”

The corner of my mouth quirked up in a smile. “I wish I had. Hopefully we won’t be here long enough for it to become an issue.”

“Don’t worry, I have extra diapers for Vali. You can borrow one.”

“You have diapers for your dog?”

She was silent for a moment, then sighed. “I do. I also have emergency food for both myself and Vali, two bottles of water, a bowl, and three doses of my meds, just in case I get stuck somewhere. Oh, and a multipurpose tool, a compass, and some pepper spray.”

“Please don’t use the pepper spray in here. That would suck.”

Her soft, purring laugh stroked over me, and I froze at the surprisingly pleasant sensation. “See, my mind likes to think of worst-case scenarios for whenever I’m out in public.”

Eager to keep her talking, to experience more of her lovely voice, I said, “Worst case scenarios?”

“Yeah, like…what if the zombie apocalypse happens while I’m in town? What if a meteor strikes? What if a nuclear bomb goes off?”

“You really think about that stuff?”

“I have iodine tablets in my purse.”

“Wow. Really?”

She laughed softly, and it wasn’t a happy sound. “No on the iodine tablets. Yes on everything else. I’m a freak.”

The self-deprecating tone of her lovely voice caught my attention. “Yeah, well, you’re a freak who won’t pee their pants, even if you have to borrow a dog diaper to do it. That makes you a winner in my book.”
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I absolutely loved the interactions between Layla, Vali and Mark, although he does his best to keep his distance, for her protection of course.

From her sculpting to gaming this book was delightful and full of surprises. It does get a bit dark but nothing worse than some of the military novels out there.

It’s not an easy road for Layla and Mark, but every page brought something to bind them. I loved seeing Leo, Hannah, Ramon, Joy and their children and we also got a glimpse of Raimon and Fernando.

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

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Ann Mayburn

With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she’s weird, and that sarcasm doesn’t translate well via text.

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Illicit Senses – Illicit Minds Book 1 By Rebecca Royce

Illicit Senses
Illicit Minds Book 1
Rebecca Royce


Anomalies. Abnormals. Curiosities. Freaks. Threats.

The Conditioned bear many labels, heavy restrictions, intolerable scorn, and unforgiving laws. For thirty years they have been consigned to regulation behind the walls of safe houses and camps. The Conditioned have no rights. They are not people. They are the damned.

The heir apparent to the Wade Corporation, Addison Wade has lived her life wary of the institutions incarcerating the Conditioned and all they represent. A woman of secrets, she turns to Safe Dawn, and the Conditioned it houses, in a desperate hour. Her nephew has been kidnapped and she is desperate and out of options. She will do anything, even risk her secrets, to get him back.

Spencer Lewis is well-known as a locator, there is no one he can’t find and he has a soft spot for missing children—even children with the despised last name of Wade. Following the death of his partner and anchor, tackling this case threatens more than Spencer’s sanity and safety—it threatens his heart.

In a world where nothing is as it seems and threats lurk around every corner, Addison and Spencer must learn to trust each other. Does their relationship stand a chance in a world that wants them dead for just being born?

Desparate to find her nephew, Addison Wade enters the one place that could threaten her well-being. Safe Dawn houses the conditioned, and the only ‘person’ who can help her, Spencer Lewis. Known for tracking missing children, he is her last hope.

The last thing either of them expect is to fall for each other, the consequences devastating if they are found out.

Worse is the secret Addison has kept from everyone all her life, especially her Grandfather who was one of those that initiated the institutions for the ‘Conditioned’. All she knows is she has find her nephew and put an end to all of this.

With Spencer and some of the other’s help just maybe they can do this.

A suspenseful, emotional and satisfying read.

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

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

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

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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SEAL Out of Water – Silver SEALs Book 7 by Abbie Zanders

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

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

SEAL Out of Water
Silver SEALs Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
Abbie Zander



After nearly thirty years of active duty, retired US Navy SEAL Commander Gabriel Michaels has finally found peace. No tangoes, no red tape, no women — just his rifle, his fishing pole, and his loyal coon hound on a pristine piece of lakefront heaven.

But when the Assistant Director of Homeland Security asks for his help, he can’t say no to his old friend. Especially when the stakes are so high.

As a single, mature, working woman, Virginia Miller’s life isn’t exactly filled with suspense and intrigue. Her job as administrative assistant to one of the wealthiest men in the free world means her days involve a lot of work and little time to play.

That all changes when her boss goes missing and she suddenly finds herself in “protective custody” with the most infuriating man on the planet. Not only does Gabriel believe her employer is a traitor to their country, but that she’s the key to taking him down.

The most ironic thing of all is… he’s right.


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When Silas Branson intrudes on his serene, private life, Gabe Michaels knows he will help out, even though he verbally denies it. Finding the son of the man responsible for the deaths of his team members could possibly lead to the connection to stop the arrogant extremely wealthy Darius Kristikos. Gabe is a package deal though, his dog Fred goes with him or it’s a no go.

Cristos Kristikos has gone missing, seemingly vanished without a trace. His personal assistant Virginia is worried, at the very least he texts her to let her know he’s okay when he pulls stunts like this. Not this time and that’s cause for concern. It’s also putting a lot of stress on Virginia, she’s the only American on his personal staff and even after ten years she’s considered an outsider to Greek staff.

Gabe begins this investigation by interviewing the staff, he is not impressed with them, it all seems rehearsed, precise and they really don’t seem concerned at all. That is until he meets with Virginia Miller.

This is a favorite scene.

Aware of Commander Michaels’s assessing gaze, Virginia moved across the office to the small sitting area, where two matching loveseat-sized sofas faced each other with a coffee table between them. She preferred the casual, friendly feel the setup provided, as opposed to the usual impersonal office chairs.

“Please, won’t you sit down?”

“Thank you.” He did, selecting the seat opposite hers. She was glad she’d had the foresight to brew a fresh pot of coffee after lunch and snag some snacks from the kitchen. Knowing Gregory, he’d instructed the staff not to offer the commander lunch, probably hoping it would see him on his way faster.

“May I offer you some water or coffee? A light snack?” she asked, indicating the tray that held a carafe, two mugs, and a small plate of finger foods.
“Coffee would be great, thanks,” he replied. She poured them both a cup. “Black?” she guessed, to which he nodded. She added light cream to hers. After a moment’s thought, she tipped the bowl of cut fruit onto a plate and filled it with water from the pitcher and put it on the floor for Fred.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

Virginia looked up, drawn in by the intensity of those green eyes once again. They were the eyes of a man who had seen and done a lot of things in his lifetime, not all of which were pleasant. She felt an instant connection with him, kind of like a kindred spirit.

“You’re welcome. Can he have a cookie, too?”

Was that a trick of the light, or had the stern-faced commander’s lips twitched? “I think he was hoping you’d ask.”

She laughed softly and offered Fred a cookie. He took it gently, the short whiskers along his muzzle tickling her fingers. “Such good manners,” she praised, then summoned her courage and turned back to her human guest to find him studying her. What exactly did he see when he looked at her, she wondered?

“So, Commander Michaels, you’re going to help us find Chris?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clearly, the dog wasn’t the only one with good manners. After dealing with Gregory and his ilk for so many years, such civility was a refreshing and most welcome change. She began to relax. Perhaps other things would be different, too.

“Excellent. How can I help?”

She slipped Fred another cookie, then sat back, crossed her legs, and lifted the mug to her lips. For a moment, his eyes followed the movement before rising to meet hers. A small frisson of pleasure ghosted over her. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her legs with such interest.

“Why don’t we start with you, Ms. Miller?”

She smiled, suppressing a shiver at the way his deep, rich voice rolled through her. “All right. What do you want to know?”

He extracted a small notebook and pen from one of his many pants pockets, back to being all business. “You are Christos Kristikos’s personal assistant, is that correct?”


“How long have you worked for him?”

“About ten years, give or take.”

“And you live here at the estate?”

“Yes, I do.”


“Well, it certainly makes for a nice morning commute.” She smiled.

He didn’t return it. His eyes flicked toward the wedding photo. “Does your husband live here, too?”

“No. I’m a widow.”

He wrote that down. “What are your responsibilities?”

“Among other things, I handle Chris’s personal correspondence, make his appointments, and ensure he knows where he’s supposed to be and when.”

The commander stopped writing, his eyes lifting and narrowing. “You call him Chris? Not Mr. Kristikos?” His tone hadn’t changed significantly, but it sounded more like an accusation than a question.


“Would you say you are on familiar terms, then?”

“Yes, we are.”

The corners of his lips turned downward as he lowered his head and went back to scratching in his notebook. “I see,” he said, but she was beginning to think he was not seeing things properly at all. In a matter of minutes, that initial sense of connection she’d felt had degraded, replaced by a deepening sense of unease. Virginia shifted slightly and sipped her coffee, hoping she was wrong.

“Ms. Miller, do you know who your boss was meeting the night he disappeared?”

“No, I don’t.” Scribble.

“Do you know what the meeting was about?”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t.” Scribble.

“Yet, you are his personal assistant.”

“Yes, I am, but what you must understand is that Chris is a—”

“Yes, a very private man,” he interrupted, his voice sharper than it had been. “I’ve heard. But as his PA, I had hoped you might be able to provide something more useful than that.”

She blinked, considering him for several moments before she spoke again. His green eyes had gone from intense to accusing now, too. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward slightly.

“Why don’t you ask the real question, Commander?”

“And what is that, Ms. Miller?”

“Am I sleeping with my boss?”

His expression didn’t change. “Are you?”

A wave of disappointment crashed over her. “Not that it’s any of your business, but the answer is no, and I don’t know why you would think otherwise.”

He closed his notebook and put it back into his pocket. “Let’s be honest, Ms. Miller. You don’t exactly fit the standard Kristikos qualifications for employment. Not judging here, but—”

“Aren’t you?” she said quietly. “You come into my office, ask me a few questions, and think you have enough information to form a conclusion like that? You don’t. Not even close. Chris isn’t my lover, Commander. He’s family.”

She could tell by his face that she’d shocked him, but it did little to stem her disappointment. Apparently, she’d misjudged him as much as he’d misjudged her.

“Excuse me, did you say you and Kristikos are related?”

She thought about telling him exactly what he could do with his questions, including where he could shove them, but this was not about her. This was about finding Chris. Preconceived, misogynistic notions or not, Gabriel Michaels was still her best hope of doing so. More importantly, she wanted him to understand. She didn’t want him to view her through the same filter everyone else did.

She took a deep, calming breath and called upon years of practice, shoving her personal feelings into the background. “Chris and I were—are—close, but not in the way you think.”

She set her coffee down and rose to her feet, pacing to release some of the restless energy that came with her irritation. Part of her resented the fact that she felt compelled to explain when she should have just shown him the door.

“Many years ago, my husband and I took his mother out to dinner to celebrate her birthday. On the way home, we were involved in an accident. The roads were icy, and we lost control. Robert was killed instantly.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.” She paused at the French doors, wrapping her arms around herself. “His mother survived the crash, but lived only a few days. I woke up a week later in a private hospital, with no memory of the accident and months of rehabilitation ahead of me. Eventually, a man came to see me. He told me his name was Christos Kristikos, and that he would be assuming all financial responsibility for my recovery.”

“Why would he do that?” the commander asked suspiciously.

“That’s exactly what I wondered, too. That’s when he told me that my husband, Robert, was his brother.”

“His brother?”

“Yes, Commander, his illegitimate brother.
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Virginia’s connection to the Kristikos family is a bit of a shock to Gabe but it’s not going to be the last surprise either.

So many roadblocks with the staff, a mysterious possible asset among the staff, plenty of twists and turns as this story unfolds. Certainly a most interesting outcome.

I couldn’t put this book down, the story line while in sync with the series is very different.

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Abbie Zanders is a wife and mother of three (including a set of identical twins), born and raised in the mountains and valleys of Northeastern Pennsylvania. She has a degree in Computer Science with a minor in Mathematics. Though she has spent the last 25+ years developing financial software for healthcare-based companies, she has also held second jobs as a pub waitress, a restaurant dessert baker, a secretary, and a bread shelf stock girl.

Hobbies and interests include romance novels (all genres), 80’s hair bands and heavy metal, muscle cars, and really big dogs.

A voracious reader, she carries both a Nook and a Kindle with her at all times, as well as several mini-sized notebooks to jot down ideas when inspiration strikes. Writing is a life-long pursuit; it began somewhere in elementary school when she used to secretly draft scripts for then-popular TV shows, writing herself in as a main character, of course. Things have changed a lot since then – she now focuses on love stories for mature audiences – but her passion for writing remains the same.

She is both grateful and honored to be able to share her stories with those having a similar penchant for love stories, and promises her readers two things: no cliffhangers, and always happily ever afters.

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Danger Close – Bagram Special Ops Book 4 by Kaylea Cross

Danger Close
Bagram Special Ops Book 4
NY Times Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross



The most dangerous threats of all…

Partway through her third deployment to Bagram, Army nurse Lt. Erin Kelly is burned out and headed for a well-deserved leave back home in Montana. But when a mysterious stranger shows up and unintentionally drags her into harm’s way with him, she suddenly finds herself an unwitting target of the U.S.’s number one high value target: the notorious American-born terrorist known as Rahim. Now stuck in a CIA safe house with the sexy operative, it’s impossible to ignore the explosive attraction between them…or to forget that death is stalking them both.

Are the ones you don’t see coming.

CIA operative Wade Sandberg is a man caught between worlds. He’s spent the past three years living deep undercover amongst the enemy, infiltrating the network of the U.S.’s most wanted terrorist—until the kidnapping of a high-ranking American official forced him to blow his cover. Officially sidelined from the investigation to bring down Rahim, Wade knows he’ll never be able to work in the region again. When he’s sent back stateside with Erin, keeping his hands off her proves to be even harder than making the transition back into western civilization. And when Rahim takes his revenge by unleashing a devastating attack on U.S. soil, Wade will do everything in his power to protect the woman he loves and destroy the man who’d once trusted him with his life.


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Another powerful book that brings home the facts of war and terrorism.

If you’ve been reading these books you’ll remember Erin from all the hospital visits the others have made. She’s an Army nurse, and she can fight as well as heal, with the healing being more of a priority for her. In this book she’s ready to head home for some R&R looking forward to seeing family and riding horses.

Wade was instrumental in the rescue of the Secretary of Defense, Maya and Jackson from the vicious hands of the terrorist Rahim. Unfortunately Rahim isn’t taking this betrayal lightly and has plans for Wade and everyone he’s been in contact with.

After a run in with Erin when he goes to see Jackson, Wade prepares for his trip stateside. He’s not sure how he feels when he arrives at the transport to find Erin already there. Apparently they would be traveling stateside together. At least that was how it initially appears.

Then things go FUBAR at the last checkpoint on their way to the airport.

This is a favorite scene.

While security made up of Afghan police and military inspected the forward vehicles, a guard came over to collect their travel documents. Wade watched the man’s face carefully as he checked the photo in his passport and glanced up to study him. When he handed it back and moved on to Erin’s without further investigation, Wade allowed himself to relax a little. The guard finished his check and waved them forward. Once they passed through the gate without incident, Wade eased back against the seat and placed his hands on his thighs, away from the grips of the concealed pistols. He watched in the passenger side mirror just to assure himself there was nothing funny happening behind them and no one following them.

“Something wrong?” Erin asked him.

“No.” He didn’t want to worry her, but he couldn’t let his guard down until that plane lifted off the tarmac in Kabul. Rahim had an extensive network and there was no telling who might be a threat out here.

She studied him for a moment longer, as if she wasn’t sold on the denial, then went back to staring out her window. Wade stole a glance at her profile. The curve of her cheek looked so soft and smooth, and that dusting of freckles across her nose was downright adorable on her. When she turned her head and caught him staring, he felt himself flush, but she didn’t seem annoyed or offended. Rather, she let her gaze travel over his face for a moment before meeting his eyes, and if he wasn’t mistaken she seemed to like what she saw.

“Can I ask you something?”

He might be rusty when it came to making conversation, let alone with a woman, but in his experience when a female phrased a question like that, it was gonna be really damn personal. Since he was going to be trapped beside her for the next long while, there was no escape except to be rude and shut her down, which he didn’t have the heart to do. Digging deep for the forgotten social niceties his mother had drummed into him as a kid, he answered. “Sure.”

“I assume you’re not current military, so what are you? A contractor?”

Close enough. “Yeah.”

Those intelligent eyes kept cataloguing his features and he knew she was studying him from the perspective of both a soldier and a medical professional. He was pretty sure she’d already figured out far more about him than she was letting on.

“Bet it’s been a while since you ate American-style food, huh?”

Yep, definitely putting it all together in that pretty little head. He nodded in acknowledgement and braced himself for more questions, the inevitable lies he’d have to feed her to protect his identity, but she surprised him by letting it go to stare out her window once more.

They rode in silence for the next forty minutes until the convoy began to slow when they reached the next checkpoint, the last one before they hit Kabul. Wade watched as the military guards approached the vehicles. This time a few of the soldiers climbed into the back of the supply trucks ahead to inspect the cargo. He could see two other guards talking to the driver and passengers of the lead Humvee. The taller of the two guards sent to inspect the first vehicle talked to the occupants for what seemed a lot longer than necessary, and by the time he and his partner turned and headed toward their vehicle, Wade’s instincts were already humming.

“Passports,” the guy said to Thompson in heavily accented English as he scanned the interior. His gaze fell on Wade and he paused for just a fraction of a second before taking their ID from Thompson. Wade kept his attention riveted on the man as he perused the documents and glanced up at Erin before swinging his eyes back to Wade. “Wait here,” he told Thompson, and motioned for his partner to come over. They stood far enough back from the truck that Wade couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear from the surprise on the second man’s face that whatever the first one said meant bad news. Ahead of them, the first Humvee and both supply trucks started through the checkpoint.

“Taking their sweet fucking time clearing us, aren’t they?” Thompson muttered in annoyance. Being isolated from the rest of the convoy was definitely cause for concern.

The first guard said something into his radio that Wade didn’t catch, then turned and headed for the guardhouse. When the second guard stared at them and held up a hand to make sure they stayed where they were, the alarm in Wade’s head started blaring. Something was definitely wrong.


He cursed in Pashto and jerked forward to grab Thompson’s shoulder. “Get us outta here.” Erin stiffened and shot him a disbelieving look but Wade didn’t take his eyes off the second guard.

Thompson cranked his head around to gape at Wade, opening his mouth to say something, but Wade cut him off. “Right fucking now,” he snarled, just as more guards exited the little building building and started toward them, weapons at the ready. Erin sucked in a breath and froze in her seat. Wade didn’t look at her. “Holy shit,” Thompson blurted as he realized what was happening, then started the truck and gunned it in reverse. His whole body tense, Wade stared through the windshield as the guards burst into a flurry of activity. Swinging them around in a hard J-turn, Thompson stomped on the accelerator and tore back the way they’d come, already on the radio to the lead vehicle, now trapped on the opposite side of the checkpoint. “They’re coming after us—getting us outta here.”

“Oh, shit,” he heard Erin breathe as she ducked down and put a hand on the weapon strapped to her thigh.

Looking back through the passenger window, Wade saw two black pickups tearing after them, a gunner in the back of each manning the mounted rifles there. He whipped around to check their six o’clock. Beyond the barricade, the soldiers in the rest of the convoy were all being hauled out at gunpoint and ordered onto their stomachs on the ground. Over the radio Wade could hear the shouts and confusion going on, and the message was clear: they were on their own.

Wade faced front and leaned forward a little to peer out the windshield as they tore down the two-lane highway. “Get us off this road,” he snapped at the driver.

“And go where?” Thompson demanded, jaw tight, fingers clenched around the wheel.

“Where they can’t follow. More of ‘em will be coming at us from the northern checkpoint now too.”

Swearing, Thompson glanced once in the rearview, saw the trucks coming at them, and veered off the main road. The big vehicle bounced and bucked as it tore across the dry, open plain. Over the radio, the response from Bagram came back. Stand by. “Got any ideas?” Thompson demanded.

The only two options were left or right. “Head for those hills.” Wade pointed left, to the northwest.

“What about mines?” Erin said in a tight voice, her body tense. She had her weapon in her right hand, her left one gripping the door handle so hard her knuckles were white.

Wade took in her pinched expression, how pale she was. A foreign feeling of guilt settled in his chest. He’d done some fucked-up things in his time undercover, but knowing he’d put her in this potentially lethal situation because Rahim was targeting him made him feel badly. “Shouldn’t be a problem here.” Unless they ran over an IED buried in the ground.

“So, toward the hills. And then what?” Thompson jerked the truck to the side to avoid a clump of boulders.

“We see what happens.”

Erin cranked around in her seat, mouth thinned as she stared out the rear window. “I think they’re gaining on us.”

Wade swung around to look. Yeah, and at this speed, in another few minutes those gunners would have them within range. He turned back to search in the distance ahead of them, scanning the terrain for a better, faster route. There wasn’t one.
Cross, Kaylea. Danger Close (Bagram Special Ops Series Book 4) (pp. 25-30). Kaylea Cross. Kindle Edition.

When they finally make it back to Bagram, Erin learns the severity of the situation she finds herself in and who Wade actually works for.

In spite of everything Erin finds herself falling for Wade, and then there’s the close confines of the safe house they eventually get to.

Nothing is going to fall into place easily, not Rahim, not the traitors among them, not even the beginning relationship.

There’s a lot of action, hold your breath scenes, some laughter, lots of tears and a romance that survives it all.

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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SEAL Forever – Silver SEALs Book 6 by Kris Michaels

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

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

SEAL Forever
Silver SEAL Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kris Michaels



A career ending injury forced Creed Lachlan out of the Navy SEALs. Now he works as a freelance contractor for a highly classified sub-set of Homeland Security, the Bone Frog Division. His country calls when it needs his elite skills. His current mission is to identify the production site for emerging “dirty” bombs. If that dictate wasn’t enough, his team must locate the missing CIA agents who’d previously tracked the weapons, and that team’s last known location was Cuba. His contact in Cuba wasn’t the sixty-year-old man he’d been told to expect, but a sultry beauty hellbent on driving him insane.

Mariella Diaz’s uncle sat atop the largest black-market organization in Cuba. Outmaneuvering the corrupt communist regime to provide the people of her country with necessities was second nature. Even so, keeping the sexy American and his team out of danger would require extra diligence. In a game of cat and mouse played out in a deadly arena, Mariella faces a risk more perilous than capture, torture, and imprisonment. She risked losing her heart to Creed Lachlan.

Creed wanted Mariella. He wanted to ease the pain that peeked through her bravado, to love and protect the woman who defied and antagonized him at every turn. Creed’s only concern, could she love a SEAL, forever?


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Creed’s injury forced him to leave the SEALs rather than sit a desk. He loves his solitude in the Florida Keys. Then Si Branson approaches him, with a difficult task. Someone’s making dirty bombs and they think they are being produced in Cuba.

Creed’s team is an interesting bunch, one works for private security, two are retired SEALs and the other a scientist specializing in radiation. His contact is a shady character named Rafa, he is well respected in Cuba and his black-marketing is without competition.

However, the person he meets up with isn’t Rafa, it’s his niece. Not liking surprises, Creed is immediately on guard and remains so until he meets Rafa. Then he gets another surprise as they discuss the terms of this contract to find the warehouse where these bombs are being made.

One of the conditions is he is to marry Rafa’s niece Mariella. That was in part to get them where they needed to go without suspicion.

This is a favorite scene.

“Of course. You will marry my niece shortly.” Rafa’s head snapped to the window as the same man ran across the open area in front of the house. “Ah… your passports.” Rafa lifted off the couch and snubbed out his cigarette in a large ashtray next to the sofa. He strode to the door and took the envelope. Rafa examined the back of the large packet. He tossed it to Creed. The flap had been sealed with wax. Creed broke it and reached in to retrieve three red leather passports. Gold embossed wording of Union Europea España Pasaporte labeled each. He cracked one open. Whitehead’s picture was attached to the name Santiago Garcia. He flipped to the next. McGowen was now Alejandro Garcia, and Creed was Esteban Garcia. The holographic overlay covering the photo and typeset was in place and from what Creed could see, perfect. He flipped his to the back and noticed several entrance stamps. The latest of which landed him in Cuba as of two days ago. He glanced up at Rafa. “Your people do good work.”

“My people do excellent work. It is what you are paying for. A botched passport could mean the difference between success and failure in this country. We’ve learned to make sure there are no mistakes.” Rafa stretched and yawned. “Forgive me. I was up all night working.” He glanced at the clock. “Come, Mariella will be here shortly. We need to make sure all four of you tell the same story when the priest shows up.” Rafa’s hand landed on Creed’s shoulder. “Welcome to the family.”

Creed rolled his shoulder and dislodged the hand. “Can’t say as I’m thrilled to be marrying into your family, Rafa.”

The man threw back his head and laughed. “Don’t worry about the entirety of my family, my friend. Mariella will be more than enough for you to worry about.”

Creed reached down and grabbed his coffee mug before he headed into the kitchen where he could hear McGowen and Whitehead talking. Creed had no doubt about that statement. Mariella was a concern and a distraction. One he shouldn’t have to worry about, but it seemed as if her life ass-planted in the middle of his op. He stacked all three of the passports Rafa had given him and slapped them against his hand. They had a mission to do. Surprise marital vows aside, Branson and the rest of the world needed to know if the dirty bombs were being made in Cuba.

He followed Rafa into the kitchen and grabbed the mug that McGowen handed him. There was a tray of meat and cheese along with bread. McGowen passed him a sandwich and Creed straddled a chair and devoured it. Lessons he learned early in the military were basic and simple. Eat when you can, every time you can. Never stand when you can sit. Never sit when you can lie down and never stay awake when you can get some shut-eye. He had no idea what the rest of the day had in store… other than getting married, so he reverted to the basics.

He watched Rafa talk with his men and made another sandwich. He drained his coffee and Whitehead refilled it.

Mariella opened the kitchen door, and all conversation stopped. Creed swallowed the last of his sandwich with a large gulp. The woman wore a cream-colored dress, knee length, and form-fitting. Her hair was swept up and pushed to the side. Her long lashes had been enhanced with mascara, and she wore a bright red lipstick that accentuated her pouty lips. Her nervousness was clearly visible. She frowned at Creed. “What? He told me to change. Wait? Did you say no?” Her face lit up in a brilliant smile.

“I said yes.” Creed stood and took the backpack out of her hand.

The smile she wore faltered before she dropped her eyes. “Oh.”

Fuck him. She didn’t want this any more than he did. Her hands fell to her sides before she elevated her head and straightened her back. “Then we have some information to go over, yes?” Her voice trembled slightly. She’d obviously hoped he wouldn’t go through with the plan, but it was the only way to move forward.

“My name is Esteban Garcia. This is Santiago”—he motioned to Whitehead and then to McGowen—”and Alejandro Garcia.”

Mariella wrinkled her nose and arched an eyebrow. “You do not look like an Esteban.”

Rafa put down his coffee cup and pointed at Creed. “The story is that your father arranged this marriage with me after you fell into some trouble in Spain. Santiago and Alejandro were sent with you to make sure you didn’t fuck up again.” Rafa shrugged. “It is a common thing, to make sure a miscreant of a son is chaperoned. You will be relocating to Cuba. Your father’s decision. Not yours.”

“I take it I’m not happy about that?” Creed crossed his arms and stood with his feet shoulder-width apart.

“Your story to tell, I don’t care. The marriage is one of convenience. Your father is one of my main suppliers from Europe, and it is well known that I want my niece married.”

“You make me sound like something to be passed off,” Mariella huffed.

“I’m using my concern for your wellbeing to sell the cover for these men. My people know I think you need a strong hand.”

“Now I sound like a dog or a horse.” She glared at her uncle.

There was the woman he dealt with in Havana. “Is there anything else we need to know?” Creed tried to put a stop to the bickering.

“I’m sure there are a vast amount of details, but we won’t be able to cover everything. Keep the story basic. Don’t elaborate and you’ll be fine.” Rafa shrugged. “The priest will be here soon. I have some clothes in storage. Come see if you can find anything better to wear.” He turned on his heel and walked away, expecting them to comply.

“Go with him. See what you can find. I want a moment.” He addressed McGowen who nodded and ushered Whitehead out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” Her whispered words barely made it to his ears.

For what? “Was this your idea?” Creed asked.

Her head snapped up. “What? No!”

“Then you have nothing to be sorry for. As this farce is an arranged marriage, I don’t expect anyone would believe us being happy with the situation. I’ll keep my distance.” He’d offer her that politesse at least.

Mariella stared blankly at him for a moment before she chuckled and then laughed. “Oh, you are in for a surprise.” She shook her head, still chuckling, and went to one of the three cupboards and pushed aside the curtain. She grabbed a glass and a bottle of clear liquid. She held up the bottle. “Courage.” She cocked her head at him. “Want some?”

He shook his head. She shrugged and pulled the cork out of the top of the bottle with her teeth. “Too bad.” The words formed around the cork sounded like “ooh aad.”

She poured a couple fingers worth of liquid courage and recorked the bottle.

Damn, dressed like a lady and chugging liquor like one of his men. Why in the hell did that impress him? He shrugged off the thought and brought his mind back to the conversation at hand. “Care to tell me what you mean by that?”

“Courage?” She glanced over the top of the glass at him.

“No, that I’m in for a surprise.” He watched her toss back the entire glass.

She blew out a breath and sucked another in. “Damn, that is strong.” She wiggled the cork out again and poured another glass before she looked up at him. “My uncle’s family is preparing a wedding celebration for us tonight. We will be forced into close company. Yes, this is an arranged marriage, but it is still a marriage that will be toasted, celebrated, and there will be certain assumptions made.” Mariella closed her eyes, shook her head as if she was trying to clear her mind of images she did not want to see, and then shot the liquor. She grimaced again and pulled another deep breath. “Whoa.”

“Assumptions are not my concern. Look, neither of us is happy about this event, but I need to get up there so we can recon the area. I’ll play my part.” Creed dropped his crossed arms and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll make sure you get your citizenship.”

Mariella’s eyes snapped up to him. “Excuse me?”

“It was part of the deal. You go to the States with me when we leave, and I stay married to you until you receive your American citizenship.”

Mariella slammed the glass down on the counter and screamed, “Rafa!” She spun on her heel and headed into the house. “Rafa, dammit! Where the fuck are you!” Creed hurried after her. Obviously, the woman had no idea of the conditions Rafa had put on their marriage. “Rafa, you bastard!”

The man in question opened the door that led into the living room. Standing beside him was a small, slight man wearing a black suit and white collar. “Ahh, Father Augustus, may I introduce my lovely niece, Mariella.”

“Yes, I heard her before I saw her.”
Michaels, Kris. SEAL Forever (Silver SEALs Book 6) . KMRW LLC. Kindle Locations (1485-1550) Kindle Edition.

This is a fast-paced story with many twists and turns, the attraction between Creed and Mariella just multiplies as the dangers increase.

I loved getting to meet some characters from Kris’ Kings of The Guardian Series, sigh, I have added them to my to buy list. I want to know more about these people.

I hope to see more of Creed and Mariella in that series, or perhaps in future releases of these Retired SEAL Commanders.

5 Contented Purrs for Kris!

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USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Author, Kris Michaels is the alter ego of a happily married wife and mother. She writes romance, usually with characters from military and law enforcement backgrounds.

Kris was born and raised in South Dakota. She graduated many years ago from a high school class consisting of 13 students (yes that is thirteen, eleven girls and two boys…lucky boys). She joined the military, met her husband, and traveled the world. Today she lives on the Gulf Coast and writes full time.

Kris is an avid people watcher and dreamer. The stories she writes are crafted around the hopes and dreams of a true romantic. She believes love is essential, people are beautiful, and everyone deserves a happy ending.

When she isn’t writing Kris enjoys a full life revolving around family, friends, laughing, whiskey, and cold red wine. (Yes cold…don’t judge.)

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Lethal Pursuit – Bagram Special Ops Book 3 by Kaylea Cross

Lethal Pursuit
Bagram Special Ops Book 3
NY Times Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross



Security Forces Lieutenant Maya Lopez is right at home in a war zone: she’s been fighting all her life. A hard-won commission in the air force has brought her to Afghanistan, and if she plays her cards right, she could end up with an FBI job. It won’t be easy, but that just makes her more determined.

Jackson Thatcher is a protector in all senses of the word. A pararescue jumper with Southern-boy charm, he easily captures Maya’s interest, but her trust is another story. He’s sexy, strong and caring, but she makes it clear she’s no damsel in distress. She’s never relied on any man, and she’s not about to start now.

When Maya and Jackson become pawns in a radical warlord’s deadly game, they find themselves on the run and must depend on each other if they want to make it out alive.


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This book is powerful as are the others in this series. These woman are warriors in their own right.

Jackson has been on Maya’s mind every since he cornered her when she was trying to find Ace in ‘Tactical Strike’. In this book we’ll get to know these two and the jobs they do at Bagram.

The book opens with Maya making an arrest, and then going off duty. As she heads to the showers she hears something that shows a whole other side of Jackson.

This is a favorite scene.

Watching him on stage now, she still didn’t know how to read him. It was hard to reconcile the man in front of her with what she knew about his job. Being a Pararescue Jumper was one of the toughest jobs in the military. The training was so ridiculously hard that very few candidates ever graduated from the Pipeline in the first place. At just over three hundred active duty members, their tiny number said it all.

God, the man could sing. Since he hadn’t noticed her, she stayed, eyeing his T-shirt-clad broad shoulders and muscled back as he played. Until that day in the hospital, she hadn’t been able to envision him doing any of the dangerous things PJs did. She could now. That confrontation had been one hell of a wake-up call.

Maya was startled to realize she was smiling. His voice was incredible. Smooth and deep, with no hint of his usual Texas drawl. She’d never have guessed he had a talent like this. The man always surprised her, and it was captivating as hell.

He kept his gaze on the piano rather than the audience, hands gliding across the surface of the keys, that hypnotic voice striking a chord deep inside her. The timbre of his voice was intimate, warming her from the inside out. When the song faded away to the mad applause and screams from the female members of the audience, he looked over his shoulder at someone off stage.

Facing away from the mike, his voice barely carried enough for her to catch the words, “Get enough for sound check?”

His new fans wouldn’t have it. “Encore, encore!” they chanted, even some of the men, clapping and whistling in unison until it seemed like everyone but Maya joined in.

Jackson faced the audience and offered a boyish grin, a little shy, as if he wasn’t used to the attention. Hot.

“One more?”

“More, more!” they chanted.

“All right, one more,” he said in that gorgeous Texas drawl that made her think of long, hot summer nights spent relaxing on screen porches with pitchers of sweet tea and ceiling fans revolving overhead.

But mostly it made her think of long, lazy sex. The kind that would last all night and leave them both sweaty and too sated to move.

She shoved the thought from her head to halt the wave of arousal flooding her veins and refocused on him at the piano. A slight breeze ruffled his short, nearly black hair.

He launched into another ballad, and this time Maya recognized “Danny Boy.” The sad, poignant lyrics drifted into the air, his clear, mellow voice raising goose bumps all over her skin. He had everyone there riveted, including her.

As though he sensed the weight of her stare, partway through the chorus he glanced up from the keyboard. When his bottomless brown eyes locked on hers, he faltered for the barest of moments, a single heartbeat. He recovered fast, and continued gazing right at her as he sang. It felt personal, as though he was singing to her alone. Then he smiled a little. A sexy, secret smile aimed right at her, and her heart fluttered. In that instant, she knew they were both thinking about him pinning her to that wall. About what might have happened if they’d had more privacy and he’d acted on the sexual energy arcing between them.


Her stomach did a tiny somersault. Held by the quiet intensity burning in that hot gaze, she was trapped. Couldn’t look away.

A powerful current of sensual heat swept throughout her body, making her tingle all over. The crowd dissolved away as her vision tunneled on him. He was singing to her as his long, strong fingers caressed the keys. Watching those lean, strong hands move, she wanted to feel them drifting over her bare skin just as smoothly, for her body to be the center of that focus. He was both protective healer and lethal warrior. Which would he be in bed? Gentle as his hands were on those keys? Or fierce and demanding, giving over to the unquenched fire she’d seen burning in his eyes that day?

The tantalizing prospect started a curious melting sensation low in her belly.

Jerking herself from her wayward thoughts, she raised one eyebrow at him and gave an impressed nod. His grin widened a fraction before he finally looked away. A strange sense of disappointment hit her and she felt colder all of a sudden, as if the temperature had just dropped.

When the song finished, she was sad to see his performance end. This time he stood and waved at the crowd, that charming smile in place as he shook his head to politely decline their demand for more. Someone else came on stage with an acoustic guitar and set up to play. Jackson hopped down from the stage with an easy, athletic grace she appreciated, and headed right for her. She stood her ground, surprised that her heart was pounding. He made his way through the crowd, pausing only to smile and say a word or two to the people who spoke to him. Thanking them for their enthusiastic compliments, no doubt. Someone had sure taught him nice manners.

Maya waited with her arms folded across her chest and her feet braced apart, a half smile on her face as he approached. Part of her was surprised that he’d seek her out publicly after their last meeting, but it didn’t bother her. She didn’t give a shit what people thought or said about her. She’d learned a long time ago not to let that sort of petty crap bother her. Besides, she had a solid rep here with the Security Forces. Her superiors liked her work ethic and dedication. No one would dare accuse her of fraternization with an enlisted if she talked with Jackson here, and she was too smart to get caught if she decided to take things further with him after this.

When he was close enough to hear her, she shook her head slightly in admonishment. “I didn’t know you could sing or play piano.”

He gave a modest shrug, stopping a step away from her. “You know what they say about us PJs. Jack of all trades, master of none.”

She liked his self-deprecating style. Most men she knew went the other way, straight into arrogant asshole territory. He was a welcome change from the chest-beating, alpha male machismo she was so used to dealing with. “Are you part of the concert tomorrow?”

Up close he was even more gorgeous and smelled delicious—a combination of fabric softener and wintergreen. His tan skin held a bronze undertone, maybe from some Mediterranean ancestor. The cut of his high cheekbones hinted at possible Native American ancestry too.

He rubbed a hand over his strong jaw, covered with a few days’ worth of nearly black stubble. It made him look rugged and intensely masculine. Sexy beyond words. “Naw, I’m just helpin’ out to make sure the sound system is working right.”

“Maybe you should reconsider. Looks like you’ve already got quite an enthusiastic fan base.” And groupie base if he wanted one, she thought with a surprising bolt of jealousy.

He ignored the comment, that keen, dark gaze zeroing in on her right cheek. “So, what’s with the shiner?”

She raised her battered right hand to touch the sore spot, now stinging under a new rush of blood that had her whole face turning hot. She never blushed. What was wrong with her? “It’s nothing.”

“Whoa.” Frowning, he caught her hand in a firm but gentle grip before she could pull away. Maya’s pulse leaped, warmth radiating up her arm from the innocent contact. He’d never touched her before, had never attempted it. Not even when he’d had her against that wall and there’d been no one around to see them, and even though he must have known she’d wanted him to.

Maya glanced down to where he cradled her hand in his larger ones. They were broad, long-fingered, the nails clean and short. Strong but gentle hands, capable of saving a life or taking it, depending on the situation. For some reason she found that extreme contrast sexy as hell. Her heart thumped hard against her ribs while she did her best to appear unaffected by his touch. She wasn’t sure how to read the situation.

Was this his idea of an olive branch? An unspoken truce?

“You’ve been fighting.” He tsked.

“Comes with the territory.” His touch felt way too good. She should pull away. God knew she’d thought about him far too often in the past few weeks, wondering what might have happened if he’d made a move on her instead of walking away. She would have wrapped around him and kissed the breath right out of him, buried her fingers in that thick, dark hair. He kept it cut to regulation length, even though he could get away with relaxed grooming standards because of his position as a battlefield airman. It said a lot about his personality.

Raising his head, Jackson gave her a speculative look, a hint of amusement gleaming in his eyes. He lifted one dark eyebrow. “Just what’ve you been doing to yourself, Lieutenant?”

He was only holding her hand and it was still enough to play hell on her nervous system. “Nothing.” Tingles raced from her fingertips to her shoulder. What would happen if she kissed him? Leaned up and pressed her lips to that full, tempting mouth inches above her own? She mentally shook herself. “Just a few angry insurgents and a resistant drunk. But hey, you should see the other guy.”

One side of his mouth curved upward at her attempt at humor. “Yeah, I bet you pack quite a punch.”

The admiration in his voice warmed her inside. She’d fought all her life to earn respect from others, especially men. From what she’d seen, Jackson was all about giving women respect. She had no experience with that sort of man.
Cross, Kaylea. Lethal Pursuit (Bagram Special Ops Series). Carina Press. Kindle Locations (154-228). Kindle Edition.

Maya makes a few decisions here about where she wants things to go with Jackson, hopefully he’d be on board.

A very complicated relationship begins as Maya gives everything but refuses to release control.

Then on a humanitarian mission, everything goes FUBAR.

Very intense, emotional, scary, with vivid interrogation scenes, plus romance including the explosive heat that these two emanate when they are close to each other.

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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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Jade – Corked and Tapped Book 4 by Becca Jameson

Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Corked and Tapped Book 4
Becca Jameson



“How did you find me?” What were the chances the two men she’d been in love with since high school would show up at her bar? Her heart seized. This was bad. Really bad. Because in five years, nothing had changed. She still wanted both of them.



Jade, one of the waitresses at Corked and Tapped, gets quite a surprise when two men from her past show up in her present. Not only are they even more handsome and buff they also deliberately sought her out.

Jade is conflicted, Brody was her boyfriend and Carter was their friend, she still has a problem, one she couldn’t solve in the past and one she’s not sure she can deal with now. She wants them both.

Brody convinces her to join them at Carter’s apartment when she gets off work. Of course her boss Mike just encourages her to leave a bit early.

This is a favorite scene.

Jade continued working, hurrying around to her tables to make sure everyone had drinks. Mike had announced last call as soon as she stepped away from Carter, so she knew she only had fifteen minutes before the doors would close.

Fifteen long minutes.

She tried to concentrate and ignore the two men watching her work, but every time she glanced their direction, she found two heated gazes on her.

By the time Mike started ushering the customers out the door, she was beyond aroused. She was also bewildered. No matter how many questions came to mind, she had no answers. There was no explanation for the rabbit hole she was sliding down.

Mike caught her as she set her tray at the far end of the bar. He leaned over the bar and spoke in a low voice. “Go. You obviously have something that needs your attention. Someone else can help close.”

Jade met his gaze. The bartender had already left early with a woman with whom he’d been flirting for a year. A woman who’d occupied the same seat Carter was now in. That stool had some kind of superpowers. Last week another couple had sat there heating up the entire bar with their obvious lust.

And before that… Jade narrowed her gaze at Mike. “Don’t you also have someone waiting for you in your office?” Mike had met his new girlfriend, Aria, that night too. She was in his office again now.

He grinned. “I do.” Then he pointed at the door. “Go. Before I change my mind.”

Jade was nervous about leaving with Carter and Brody. Even though she was anxious to hear what they had to say, she was also completely unnerved.

Taking a moment to center herself, she finally made her way to the other end of the bar. “I can leave now.”

Brody smiled.

Carter beamed. The man had more enthusiasm at nearly every turn. He always had. But this situation was awkward at best. She was playing a game in which no one had given her all the rules.

“Did you drive here?”

Carter nodded.

“Are you parked in the lot in back?”


“’ Kay.” She rounded the bar and grabbed her purse from the safe under the counter. And then she took a deep breath and followed the only two men who had ever managed to snag her attention.

Little did they know, after five years, she still had not replaced them. Not even for a night.
Becca Jameson. Jade: Corked and Tapped, Book Four (Kindle Locations 328-347). Becca Jameson Publishing.

There are plenty of emotions as memories of the past collide with new and unfamiliar territory for Jade. However, before anything can be said, she needs to confess something she saw, the night she decided to sever all ties.

Oh the reactions were priceless and when they finally get her to listen and actually hear what they are saying, things heat up rapidly.

Let me just say, these novellas are getting hotter with every release. I think I melted along with my kindle with the sizzling heat coming off the pages.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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Lethal Nights – Brute Force Book 3 by Lora Leigh

Lethal Nights
Brute Force Book 3
NY Times Bestselling Author
Lora Leigh


Ilya Dragonovich is no stranger to the dark side. As a safe-house owner for security agency Brute Force, Dragon knows that the battle line between good and evil runs through the heart of every man―and, sometimes, a beautiful woman…

Emma Jane Preston needs help. After her marriage crumbled, she believed she could get back to a normal, happy life. But her ex-husband moved among some shady characters, and now she needs the kind of protection that comes at a cost―one that only someone like Dragon can provide. But can Emma Jane trust this handsome, undercover operator to keep her safe when she is in danger of falling into the arms of the deeply seductive, fiery Dragon. . .and never letting go?

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Once again I’ve started  a series at the latest book instead of the first. Fortunately this particular series is only three books in so it’s won’t be too hard to catch up. Yes, I know, I do this all the time and I just can’t help myself.This book is centered on Ilya Dragonovich ‘The Dragon’ and Emma Jane Preston. They have an undeniable attraction to each other, even though she is a soft-hearted and forgiving person and he is far more than just a bad image.

Emma has just been through a nasty divorce, her ex-husband doesn’t like to be denied acting more like a spoiled child than a man.

However breaking into Emma’s house which she almost lost because of him goes way over the line. The only reason it’s still hers is Ilya has designated it a safe house for Brute Force Security. As such the security has been upgraded and that’s how he’s caught. Ilya is not happy with that turn of events.

One of my favorite things in this book is Ilya’s dragon tattoo. It covers scars on his face and to Emma it has a personality all it’s own. I giggled more than once over her observations and Ilya’s response to them.

There is a lot of tension, action and suspense as Ilya makes decisions to protect Emma and there’s plenty of heat as well.

I definitely need to catch up on this series before there’s another book.

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Lora Leigh dreams in bright, vivid images of the characters’ intent on taking over her writing life, and fights a constant battle to put them on the hard drive of her computer before they can disappear as fast as they appeared.

Lora’s family and her writing life coexist, if not in harmony, in relative peace with each other. Surrounded by a menagerie of pets, friends, and a son who keeps her quick wit engaged, Lora finds her life filled with joys, aided by her fans whose hearts remind her daily why she writes.

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Elite – Elite Doms of Washington Book 1 by Elizabeth SaFleur

Elite Doms of Washington Book 1
Elizabeth SaFleur



Everyone knows Jonathan Brond
as the playboy congressman.
They don’t know he’s hiding a second life–
one he only shares with select women.

Christiana is tired of trying to stay afloat at work, at home, and with her socialite best friend. She’s desperate for something new, something different.

But she and Jonathan shouldn’t be together. They shouldn’t have ever met.

He’d be crazy to give in to his desire for her. She’d be crazy to accept his indecent offer–a proposition her best friend would kill for.

They are one step away from a scandal that could bring both their worlds down, but some temptations are too great to refuse.

Stand-alone and part of an interconnected series. Not a cliff-hanger. This book was formerly titled Lovely..


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Christiana works hard, waitressing at the Oak brings excellent tips and every once in a while she delivers room service. Her best friend Ashley, on the other hand is part of all the drama and fund-raising that goes on in Washington, often recruiting Christiana to attend with her to fight off boredom.

When Christiana literally runs into Congressman Jonathan Brond at one such event, she doesn’t realize until later that his is the voice she heard while delivering room service. A voice that had her wanting the domination the woman in that room was getting.

Unfortunately she restrains from pursuing any action on this because Ashley has set her sights on him. Ashley is a far more suitable companion for him, she has the money and the upbringing that would be required of a Congressman’s companion or wife.

Jonathan on the other hand, only has eyes for Chris at least until he discovers her age. As a thirty year old congressman he really shouldn’t be dallying with a nineteen year old.

This is a favorite scene.

Christiana’s moment of swagger dissolved three steps later, and she slowed, entering the main reception room. She realized the low to which the night’s potential had plummeted. Well, hell

Her focus snapped to a point just behind her back. She sensed him.

Christiana turned to face Congressman Brond. No more than a foot separated them. His eyes showed his self-assurance hadn’t wavered in the two minutes they were apart. Neither had her sense of being out of her element diminished. She didn’t know where to look—his radiant green eyes smiling down at her, his hair catching the light, or his broad shoulders.

He took her elbow before she had a chance to choose.

“Shall we?” He pulled her toward the whirling mass of color on the dance floor.

When her foot hit the parquet, the up-tempo music changed. People melted into one another, stilling to a slower beat. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She’d been unmistakably seized.

They started off slowly, his eyes never leaving her face.

The band played a bluesy number. It wasn’t an easy rhythm, but he had no trouble finding it. He turned sharply, and her pearl necklace swung out.

“You can dance,” he said.

She swallowed. “My father taught me.”

“Ah, yes. The gregarious Peter Snow.”

“You know my Dad?”

“Only by reputation.” His face held practiced neutrality. Not good.

The congressman twirled her through the swaying crowd. On tiptoes, she tried to stay loose for his lead. Her father could have taken lessons from this man. The congressman had woven them through the crowded floor to an almost deserted corner in seconds. His grace sent her heartbeat into a strange cadence.

“So, you are friends with the Churchills,” he said.

“Yes. Avery is my best friend.”

“I see.” He sounded pleased.

Of course. He wanted more information about Avery. But he mustn’t know Avery very well. Holding Christiana this close would only bring out her legendary temper. Of course, if she could extricate herself, Avery could move in.

“I’m sure Avery would love to dance with you,” Christiana said.

“I’d rather talk about you. Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“How about a little bit of everything? At least for now.”

Christiana couldn’t help but smile. “What would be after everything, then?”

“Oh, that’s good.” He twirled her in a tight circle. “So, you’re a model,” he said, definitively.

“No, I’m in school.” She was a little thrilled he would think such a thing after the long day she’d had.

“Well, you’re quite lovely, Christiana.”

She flushed more at the stunning richness of his voice than the compliment. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” He swung her in a big arc, and her skirt swirled out. His warm breath ran through her hair.

Christiana inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. It reminded her of an exclusive men’s store, with hints of linen, wool and a trace of leather.

“How do you find the event?” His voice broke her trance.

“Oh, good, I guess. It’s an important event.” There. That’s something Avery would say.

“The cause, yes. But the party seems a little over-the-top, don’t you think?” He winked.

Her shoulders dropped a little under his warmth. He honestly seemed interested. Well, he is a politician. Yet despite his obvious charm, he seemed so normal—but not ordinary.

She exhaled heavily. “To be honest, I never understood why they spend so much money just to raise money. Why not just funnel it all to the charity?”

He laughed. “You should run for office.”

Christiana dipped her eyes to his lapel. She hoped the scar on her forehead wasn’t at his eye level. She tried to concentrate on the music, but the vibrations between her legs threatened to pull her off rhythm. As if reading her mind, he pulled her closer. Her nipples hardened as the bodice of her dress grazed his suit jacket. She should say something, make polite conversation. She could have used the distraction herself.


She peeked up at him under her lashes.

His face held a resolve, like a man used to wielding power. “Are you here alone?”

“Sort of.”

He smiled. “Have someone on standby?”

“No, sir. Nothing like that.”

“A date, then?”

She shook her head.

“Then I’m glad you agreed to dance with me, Christiana.”

Had she agreed? It didn’t matter. Christiana followed his steps . . . and his scent. Her arm lay heavy against his chest as his height allowed only her hand to reach his shoulder. Underneath his tuxedo, his muscles felt tight and hard. His strong thighs brushed hers. God, what he must look like under that suit.

He twirled her in a double spin that made her gasp. He smiled down at her, bemused. The music had changed to a Frank Sinatra song. He didn’t let her go. Don’t let me go. Not yet.

A steady craving warred with her nerves—and her good sense. One more dance, she told herself. Then you’ll leave.

His hand moved farther down her back, and a strange desire spiked, winning winning the battle. She wanted him to drop his hand lower, cup the curve of her bottom and draw her closer. Without thinking, she leaned into his body.

He loosened his hold as if he’d heard her inappropriate thoughts and meant to rectify the situation.
SaFleur, Elizabeth. Elite (Elite Doms of Washington Book 1) (pp. 24-28). Elizabeth SaFleur LLC. Kindle Edition.

A very interesting relationship develops behind the scenes of the normal Washington kerfuffle. Secrets and half truths, become a daily part of Chris’ life.

Unexpected twists, kindle melting heat and a very interesting outcome.

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Writing romance that dares to “go there” is the most fun I’ve ever had. (Well, except for the research.)

I write, tweet and post under my pseudonym, Elizabeth SaFleur, since my clients might be (WOULD BE) a little shocked at how their counselor spends her free time (the delicate flowers). Then again, perhaps they fear they provide inspiration. (I’ll never tell.)

Today, I share a beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains with my husband and furry child, a Westie – who is the real Dom in the family. We do what he says.

In my free time, you can find me dancing as part of a burlesque and aerial arts dance troupe and visiting wineries and hiking trails with friends. If our house ever caught fire, I’d grab my dog, laptop and five foot-long, regulation, Sally Rand-inspired, ostrich feather fans — in that order. (Hubby knows the way out.) Word to the wise: It’s never too late to start playing with feather boas and fans.

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Cole – Hathaway House Book 3 By Dale Mayer

Hathaway House Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Welcome to Hathaway House.
Rehab Center.
Safe Haven.
Second chance at life and love.

When Navy SEAL Cole Chamberlain entered Hathaway House weeks ago, he was doing well. His meds were under control; his recovery was progressing at a safe rate, and he was getting better every day. But, left to his own devices, Cole pushed himself too hard and took himself off his medication—and ended up causing himself harm and earned himself time in a hospital. Now he’s returned, hoping that Hathaway House can get him back on track one more time.

RN Sandra Denver feels responsible for what happened to Cole. She was his nurse and should have realized that he wasn’t ready to leave Hathaway House. His setback was her fault, or at least she could have prevented it, if she’d made sure he was taking those meds she gave him daily. Now that he’s back, she’s finding it hard to trust not just him but herself. And she understands, when Cole has a hard time trusting himself too, it won’t make his recovery any easier.

For Cole’s sake, Sandra must help him overcome his stumbling blocks as well as her own. With any luck, they’ll find a second chance at recovery, for both of them, at Hathaway House.

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We got our first glimpse of Cole in ‘Brock’ and then he did something really dumb. He decided he knew better than the doctor and stopped taking his meds. Of course he didn’t discuss it with anyone and ended up back in the hospital. Now he realizes he needs to listen to what his team says and not push himself so fast.

Sandra was his nurse and will be again, she was reprimanded for not knowing he wasn’t taking the pills left for him. Now she watches everyone take their pills. A change in routine that is necessary to ensure what happened with Cole doesn’t happen again.

Sandra also lets him know things have to be different this time around.

This is a favorite scene.

Sandra approached Cole’s bedroom slowly. The door was open, which was a good sign. She knocked and stuck her head in. “Hey, Cole.”

Cole turned to look at her. He smiled. “Hey, Sandra.”

“You’re looking better.”

He grimaced. “Be hard not to, considering the shape I left this place in the last time.”

“Not taking your medicine will do that to you.” She couldn’t resist saying that. His shamefaced look made her realize she’d been hanging on to something he probably wasn’t. Everyone always thought they knew better. It was something she dealt with daily. “I met Dani in the hallway. She asked if I’d make sure you meet up with Brock for lunch.”

He straightened, almost as if insulted. “I’m sure I can get there on my own.”

“I’m sure you could too. But not today. It’s very important you start off as slow as you can.” She waited.

“So is that a yes or a no?”

He nodded. She guided the wheelchair to his bedside and watched as he slid to the floor on his good leg, grabbed the wheelchair arms and shifted his body into the seat. She walked around to the front and adjusted the footrest for his leg.

“You may want this,” she said, grabbing his lap blanket and throwing it onto his lap.

He tossed the blanket back to the bed. “I hate the blanket. It always makes me feel like an invalid.”

She sighed. “In that case, the blanket can stay here, but if you get cold …” She let her voice trail off in warning. “Remember, no lack of communication of any kind this time, please.” She pushed him toward the door.

Normally he’d be strong enough to wheel himself to the buffet, but they would all be watching him closely for the next couple weeks. It was incredibly easy to overexert, particularly when accommodating the loss of his lower leg. Plus, his body was still dealing with the surgical aftermath from his most recent time in the hospital. His medications had also been increased, and he tired easily.

She didn’t want him to be so exhausted he couldn’t get back to his room. He was stubborn enough that he wouldn’t ask for help and would do it alone anyway. She’d seen pigheadedness in all its forms here, and it usually came from the men. Something about the male ego didn’t like asking for help. She could understand that, but sometimes egos had to be put in check.

“I’m ready for lunch myself,” she said. “I hear it’s Greek today.”

“I didn’t have a chance to try the food that much last time. My visit was so damn quick.”

“That’s too bad, because the food is great around here. They never skimp.”

“And for you guys too, right?” Cole craned his neck to look up at her. “The staff eats here also, don’t they?”

“Oh, absolutely, we do. It’s one of the perks of working here.”

“I imagine there are a lot of those. Brock told me about the pool, but I never made it there.”

“There’s the pool, the food, the horses and living accommodations for those of us who might need them. Yes, there are a lot of advantages to working here.”

He nodded. “I thought so. Is the environment always so happy? Everyone seems so upbeat all the time. That’s very unusual.”

“That’s because it’s a good place to be.” She pushed him through the entrance of the large dining area. “Did Brock tell you where he would meet you?”

“I never thought to ask. I forgot how big this room was.”

“I’ll take you to the deck so you can sit in the sunlight, and we’ll look for him as we go.” She pushed him out to the deck where the sun was high enough to produce some good heat, but not be unbearable quite yet.

There was no sign of Brock as they made their way to the far end of the deck. “Maybe you’re early.”

“Maybe.” He kept twisting and turning in his seat to look for his buddy. “He said noon. He should be here by now.”

Sandra understood how Cole felt.

“Once he shows up, I can either fix a plate for you or you may want to see all the offerings on the buffet line. Let me know.” As she settled Cole at his chosen table, she heard someone call out.


There was Brock, making his way over—smooth, agile, and stronger than Sandra had ever seen him before. She caught Cole’s reaction—the whisper of envy on his face—and felt a rush of sympathy for the man. She patted his shoulder. “Don’t forget. He’s been here for a few months now. You’ll get there.”
Mayer, Dale. Cole: A Hathaway House Heartwarming Romance (pp. 9-12). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Sandra finds she really likes Cole and starts to build a friendship with him. However Cole’s guilt and mood swings aren’t good for his recovery and he hasn’t opened up to his Psychologist or Therapist. There’s also concern that his friendship with Brock could be hindering his progress, but Brock does manage to turn the table on that.

Lots of ups and downs, fun at the pool and a beautiful beginning romance.

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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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