Pleasures of Christmas Past – A Scottish Christmas Carol Book 1 by Lexi Post

Pleasures of Christmas Past
A Scottish Christmas Carol Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Lexi Post


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When present day American social worker, Jessica Thomas, is assigned her first case as a spirit guide, she’s excited to serve as the Spirit of Christmas Past for her client and prove she knows her profession well. Unfortunately, her mentor, the very hot, very single, and very Scottish Duncan Montgomerie has little faith in her ability and plans to catch her when she falls. As far as she’s concerned, he’s going to be waiting a very long time.

Bachelor, Duncan Montgomerie, hails from late 18th century Scotland where he enjoyed life to its fullest, something he continues in death. Having been dead a while, he is well equipped to handle the afterlife where time doesn’t exist and phasing is the norm. What has him stymied is his connection to the uptight Jessica and the strange feelings he’s experiencing being around her, even though she refuses to listen to his advice. Duncan needs to figure out what it all means and fast because the rules change after death and the path Jessica is headed down could cost her her soul.

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A twist on Dicken’s A Christmas Carol this series is set in Scotland and of course the Spirit Dimension.

Jessica and Duncan are Spirit Guides assigned to help their boss Cameron’s wife Holly remember the happier times before he died. She needs to begin to move on. But there is also another side to this as Cameron asks his wife help the two spirits.

This is a favorite scene.

At her husband’s voice, Holly stilled, swallowing the hiccup that threatened to interrupt the silence.

“I can’t stand to see you so sad.”

She turned her head toward the Christmas tree and blinked. Cameron Douglas stood in front of it in his blue- green-and-white kilt with love shinning in his eyes.

“Cam?” Her heart leapt with joy and she flew from the chair to hug him and found herself in the Christmas tree instead, a glass angel ornament digging into her cheek. Righting herself, she disengaged her hair from a reindeer before turning around, sure she would see an empty room…but it wasn’t.

Cameron Douglas stood in front of his chair in the Douglas kilt, forest-green sleeveless t-shirt and black army boots, his sandy-brown hair falling just below his ears and a sad smile on his face. Holly crossed her arms to hide the erratic beat of her heart as a shiver raced up her spine. Fear and happiness fought inside her. “What are you doing here?”

Cam brushed his hair from his forehead, a sure sign he was out of his element, whatever that element was. “I need your help, Holly.”

She shook her head, still trying to believe she spoke to her dead husband, emphasis on dead. “I’m dreaming.” She pinched herself. “Ow.”

“No, you’re not. I know this is a shock.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

He grinned. “Ach, but a pleasant one, I hope.”

She relaxed a little at his smile. It was so him. “How come I can see you? You’re supposed to be dead.”

He grimaced. “I am. I’m sorry. I was stupid. We should have had our whole lives to grow old together.”

“You’ve got that right. But how can you be here? You look like you did when you were alive except…” Her fall into the Christmas tree had her pausing. “Except you aren’t solid. It’s not fair, you look solid and you smell so good.” Her eyes started to water again.

“Ah, please don’t cry, hen. I only came because I thought you might be strong enough to handle it. If I’m just making you cry, I’ll leave.”

Fear raced from her brain to every tiny blood vessel. “No! No, I’m okay. I cry whether you’re here or not and I’d much rather be able to see you.” She tried to smile, but her lips barely moved upward.

“That’s my girl. I knew I could count on you.”

She uncrossed her arms and wiped her face on the sleeve of her sweater. Just then Mac jumped down from the chair and started to rub against Cam’s legs for attention. “Hey, how come he can touch you?”

Cam’s eyes widened before his grin returned. “I have no idea.” He bent and gave the demanding feline a scratch behind his ears, starting the purr machine up full blast.

She rolled her eyes. “Really?”

He straightened and shrugged. “I’ll have to figure that out later. I’ve come to ask for your help with a spirit who kind of works for me.”

She raised her eyebrow again. “Works for you? I thought heaven was all pleasure and no work.”

Cam looked away. “It’s complicated. Suffice it to say, I’m trying to help other spirits right now and this one is a sad case.”

She folded her arms across her chest again, trying to pretend she wasn’t talking to Cam’s spirit. “Why?”

He floated to the fireplace, reminding her of his spirit state and completely ruining her self-imposed pretend session that he was real.

“She has many deep regrets.”

Well, she could certainly relate to that. There had been so many things she and Cam had planned to do but put off because they were trying to make the shop a success or because they wanted to be in a financially good spot first, like having a baby. Her eyes started to water again.

“Holly? Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?” He’d floated closer to her. So close, she could see the different colors in his hazel eyes.

She couldn’t resist and lifted her hand to touch his face. As her fingers glided through air, his eyes revealed his own anguish.

“I miss you, love.”

She gazed at him, her throat closing off any possibility of speech.

He finally looked away. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” He turned back to the fireplace, tension in his frame revealing as much as his eyes. He was in pain too.

Knowing he hurt as much from their separation as she did eased her heart in a strange way, but it also confirmed for her that she’d still do anything for him. Desperate to help, she moved to stand next to him. “What can I do?”
Post, Lexi. Pleasures of Christmas Past (A Scottish Christmas Carol Book 1) . Lexi Post. Kindle Locations (296-330}. Kindle Edition.

Duncan is starting to fade and his only hope is Jessica. However this is Jessica’s first case and Duncan is her mentor, if only she had paid more attention in his classes.

However Jessica starts making a critical mistake of getting too close to Holly and the consequences of that are something Duncan can’t allow to happen. Not with the way he feels about her.

A delightful twist on the Spirit of Christmas Past, with fun, smiles, tears and quite a bit of sizzle.

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Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of erotic romance. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she’s read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides an erotic experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.

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My Wicked Virgin – Club Wicked Book 6 By Ann Mayburn

My Wicked Virgin
Club Wicked Book 6
Ann Mayburn



My friends all say holding onto my virginity is an old fashioned and outdated misogynistic concept, but when your mother is a drug-addicted prostitute you tend to view sex a little differently. Not that they know that. I’m an expert at pretending to be normal, living my life like someone who doesn’t have a care in the world. But it’s all a lie. Everything is crumbling around me, but I’ve always relied only on myself and I don’t know how to ask for help. Not even from my best friend, the man I’m secretly in love with and have been saving myself for.


I’ve waited patiently for Sunny to admit her feelings for me for years. Waited for her to finish college, waited for her to trust me, waited for her to love me as much as I love her. I understood her issues, and had some angry personal demons of my own to slay, but I’m done waiting. Though she denies it, I know something is going on with my girl, something that has her terrified. I’m going to claim my sunshine and nothing on heaven or earth is going to stop me. Not even death itself.

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I’ve always loved the interactions between Hawk and Sunny. This book is their story, and what a story it is!

Hawk and Sunny met under very different circumstances than the others in this series. The book starts in the past so we can understand everything these two have gone through.
Hawk is a local sponsor for Narcotics Anonymous Family Support and had spoken to Sunny over their help line a few times. This time she would meet him in person. To say she was a bit stunned to realize he was the Hawk DelRay, star of many action films.

They connected there and that connection grew into a friendship, a position at Club Wicked for Sunny and the want of so much more in relationship terms for both of them.

Hawk is being very patient, Sunny needs to finish her degree and he is willing to wait until she graduates before making a move. Although he has let her know in no uncertain terms she is his.

Although Club gossip about Hawk and Goddess, devastates Sunny and causes a break between her and Hawk. One that shouldn’t have happened and the jealousy results in a fight and a confrontation.

This is a favorite scene, it occurs at the Club and there is bondage and spanking involved.

Goddess let out a scream then launched herself across the bar at Sunny, catching her by surprise.

They quickly fell down in a kicking, screaming, biting, and scratching ball of shrieks and curses. Sunny fought back against the other woman, determined to finally give that bitch what she deserved. Only she didn’t get much of a chance, because one minute she was trying to choke Goddess while the other woman pulled her hair, the next she was scooped up in a pair of strong arms, still flailing and screaming, blind with rage.

She tried to twist out of Hawk’s arms, but it was impossible. He had a hold on her like a python which only made her angrier. Her mind was almost incoherent with rage, and she fought him with everything she had.

They reached some room, and she suddenly found herself being restrained and gagged.

Screaming at the cloth shoved between her teeth, she tried to kick Hawk and Liam, who’d joined them. The big black Scotsman held her legs still while Hawk quickly bound her feet together with a pair of leather restraints. She almost managed to sock Liam in the jaw before they tied her hands as well. During all of it, she was having a full-on meltdown, screaming insults at them from behind her gag.

The world spun and suddenly she found herself sprawled over Hawk’s lap.

Sharp, stinging, the first crack of his hand spanking her ass only seemed to fuel her fury. He’d always warned her that if she got in a physical fight with Goddess he’d tie her up and spank her. She’d thought he was kidding. Evidently not. She struggled and cursed behind her gag, her tears flowing freely. Then, the strangest thing happened. As he spanked her, she began to slowly calm, a sudden exhaustion turning her limbs to lead as she went limp on his lap.

Hawk’s voice cut through her weakening protests as he gave her sore bottom a hard slap. “I’ll forgive you for just about anything, beloved, but harming another out of misplaced jealousy is beyond my limit.” He lowered his voice as he rested his hand on her burning bottom. “Susanna, you’re better than this. I’m disappointed in you.”

Her anger switched to grief and shame, her emotions rocketing all over the place. His words, and the gentle reprimand in them, cut her to the quick. Him being disappointed in her hurt like nothing else.

Moving her off his lap, Hawk set her on a thick burgundy rug, and she tried to curl into herself as best she could with her hands and feet bound. Goddess lay next to her, also crying her heart out with a bright red ass from being spanked. The men moved to stand around them, each with their arms crossed. Their stern expressions made Sunny feel about two inches tall.

“What is wrong with you?” Hawk finally asked, his frustration and hurt clear in his deep voice. “You can’t keep doing this, beloved.”

Master Rory said something to Goddess, but she was too busy trying to apologize through her ball gag to listen.

Sunny swallowed hard after her gag was removed and looked up with tears stinging her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hawk.”

His gaze was stern as he said, “It’s not me you need to apologize to. I heard what you said, and you couldn’t be more wrong. You know you’re the only woman I love.”

“Then why did you go to her?” Sunny sobbed. “Why did you fuck her when you said you loved me?”

Hawk’s expression turned pained as he glanced over at Goddess, then back to Sunny. “You know I can’t discuss what happened between myself and Goddess. I promised what happened in that room would stay in that room, and I never break a promise, not even for you.”

Master Liam crouched next to Goddess and removed her ball gag before helping her onto the couch. “Lass, it’s up to you to tell her what happened. This animosity between you can’t continue, and it’s hurting Master Hawk.”

Hawk placed Sunny on the other side of the couch next to Goddess but didn’t untie her hands. “You need to listen, really listen, to what she has to say.”

She turned to Goddess and gave her a little nod. As the other woman told her story, Sunny began to feel sick with guilt. She’d been so, so wrong about Goddess.
Mayburn, Ann. My Wicked Virgin (Club Wicked Book 6). Honey Mountain Publishing. Kindle Locations (1176-1218). Kindle Edition.

Now one would think that would be enough to put this couple through, but Ann definitely had something more in mind.

Weight loss, mood swings and migraines torture Sunny as the end of classes nears. Hawk is beside her with medication when she needs it but she refuses anything more.

I loved this book so very much, it was great to see all the other couples and the owners of Club Wicked as they all have roles to fulfill.

Very emotional, with laughter, tears, plenty of sizzle and so much more.

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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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Dawn of Three Rivers – Wolves of Willow Bend Books 4-6 by Heather Long

Dawn of Three Rivers
The Wolves of Willow Bend
face a whole new challenge.

Dawn of Three Rivers
Woves of Willow Bend Books 4-6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Rogue Wolf

The Italian Alpha, Salvatore Esposito, crossed an ocean and dared to venture into unfriendly territory to hunt for his missing sister in Willow Bend.. He’ll do anything to get her back, even if it means he must resist chasing the fierce enforcer who wakens his primal beast…anything.

As an enforcer, Margo Montgomery monitors the lone wolves. She is in the middle of investigating missing wolves from multiple territories when the order comes in to escort the Salvatore to Willow Bend. There’s bad blood between her and the current Alpha of Willow Bend, but they soon discover a new danger–a lone wolf gone rogue.

Now Margo must hunt the rogue–a pursuit made all the more dangerous because it becomes readily apparent the rogue they seek isn’t alone and Salvatore refuses to be left behind–not when wolves are vanishing without a trace…

Bayou Wolf

The rise of so many lone wolves into a prospective sixth pack brings the Alphas of all the North American packs to Willow Bend for a summit. Having so many powerful dominants in one place invites challenges and hazards. No protocol can be ignored and none feels the strain more than Lincoln Buckley. He’s been charged by his Alpha to act as liaison for the Delta Crescent Alpha—the fierce and wildly beautiful Serafina Andre.

Serafina stands apart from her ‘fellow’ Alphas. As the only female to hold sway over a North American pack, she only has Delta Crescent’s interests in mind. She expects challenges from the other male Alphas, dominants all, due to their need to protect females. It doesn’t surprise her in the least to find out the wolf assigned as her liaison has also been tasked with her protection. What does startle her is the depth of her interest in him.

An Alpha doesn’t submit, no matter how much the woman in her might crave him. Her pack must come first, especially since what Willow Bend proposes is insanity…

Untamed Wolf

Dylan Royce, Willow Bend Hunter, is a natural flirt and courted his fair share of she-wolves, but he’s never found the woman who makes his pulse race. With the new pack’s borders verging on Willow Bend territory, he’s tasked with keeping an eye on them. His job grows more challenging daily, especially since one seductive female keeps crossing the line.

Chrystal Landros knows she’s supposed to keep to her side of the Three Rivers-Willow Bend line. But she loves to explore, and Willow Bend is home to some spectacular sites. As a former Lone Wolf, she hasn’t always been certain of her welcome, but her new home in Three Rivers opens a wonderful world of unfamiliar opportunities. Too bad the wolf who makes her blood heat is tasked with keeping her away from the places she wants to visit.

While Dylan and Chrystal clash repeatedly over her border incursions, the game between them threatens to turn deadly. Tensions between Willow Bend and Three Rivers continue to rise. Could their forbidden dalliance be the spark to ignite a war?

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This is one of my favorite Willow Bend books even though I didn’t have much love for Margo when I started reading it. The drool worthy Italian Alpha Salvatore, the strong, snarky and sometimes brutal Enforcer Margo, a missing sister, a rogue lone wolf and of course the ever not so lovable Julian.

Mason is the Alpha who grants Salvatore entry to the US to search for his sister and Margo is the enforcer who collects him from the airport and escorts him to Willow Bend. A trip that is quite amusing as Margo takes offense at just about everything Salvatore says.

This is a favorite scene as Salvatore makes no pretense of wanting her.

He wanted to rip Rayne’s lying head from his shoulders or at the very least snap his neck. “When we track them, I will verify that my sister is not mated. If she is not—then you may have him. If she is…he is mine.” It was the only concession he was prepared to make.

“So you’re claiming him if they’re mated?” The rational response surprised him, but he considered his options.

“Perhaps,” he said. “I know my sister. She is a delicate thing. I do not know if she would survive losing her mate. I do know she would not have mated and kept it a secret willfully. Nor would she have had any reason to run. I have to know what happened between them to know what damage he has done.”

“Fine,” Margo stunned him with her acquiescence. “If they are mated, he’s yours. If they aren’t, he’s mine. I don’t need time to decide his fate. If they aren’t mated, I’m killing him.” Despite the flip tone at the end of her statement, the darkness in her eyes tugged at him.

“You do not have to, if you do not wish. I will not judge you weak for wishing to forgive him…” The words were the wrong ones, she dug her claws into him and the fabric tore.

“I am not weak. Mercy is never weak. Mercy is what we give when someone is deserving of our compassion. I do not know what this Rayne Barrows is, but do not belittle me again, Salvatore. Clear?”

Closing his grip, he applied pressure until her claws retracted. “I did not mean to offer insult, bella. However, we should have rules if you wish to keep clawing me. I prefer your claws in my back rather than my chest and the scrape of them… I find is very arousing.”

This close he could not miss the spice of her desire invading her anger.

“Anytime you wish to test your claws on me, all you must do is say the word. Capisce?

“Asshole.” Her grumbled remark, so disrespectful and yet teasing in the same breath, amused him.

Deliberately misunderstanding, he tugged her hand from his chest and lifted it to press a kiss to her open palm, daring her claws. “Is that your word, then?”

Her pupils dilated briefly, then her gaze narrowed. “Is what my word?”

“The word you wish to use when you desire to be in my bed?”

Understanding flared and she growled, the low sound so full of menace and threat it was adorable.

“I shall remember it well,” he promised, then nipped the heel of her hand hard enough for her to feel his teeth. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t pull away. “Simply call me that again, and I will know you are ready for me.”

Sadly, she kept her silence on the word and he released her.

Clearing her throat, Margo slid sideways to escape him and he let her go. “We need to get moving—and you need a change of clothes.”

Yes, better to get back to business.
Long, Heather. Rogue Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 4) (pp. 91-94). Kindle Edition.

The search for the Alpha’s sister brings forth a realization that is not in the least comforting. Not to the enforcers and certainly not to Mason.

For Margo another unsettling truth could mean her death, but maybe for a chance at something more if she is willing to take it.

We meet a lot of enforcers in this one, including the powerful and mysterious Julian. Plenty of interaction with Mason and Willow Bend including a showdown or two with Margo’s mother.

Fast paced, intriguing, sensuous and witty, don’t miss this book!

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Bayou Wolf

Tensions are high in this book as we meet all the Alphas. The severity of the prospect of a sixth pack has Mason calling for a summit of all the Alphas, but Emma also needs to speak with the other healers regarding the issues from Hudson River. Thus the Alpha must bring their healer, since no Alpha will let harm come to a healer.

Mason is a crafty devil, I swear it! His choices for each Alpha’s liason is genius. Claire for Cassius, Dylan for Diesel, Owen for Brett and Linc for Serafina. Claire because of her relationship with Cassius, Dylan and Owen because of their strength, and Linc because of his Alpha potential although he doesn’t want it.

This is a favorite scene as Linc botches the initial greeting with Serafina.

A broad face and square jaw kept his pretty down to handsome. The corner of his full mouth kicked up a fraction in a smile. Most Hunters, her Hounds included, carried themselves with a faint air of aggression. The wolf waiting for them seemed far calmer on the surface.

Who did Mason send to be her liaison?

“Wait here.” She reinforced with the order with her will and slid out of the car. A hint of rain perfumed the air, but the gray cloud cover remained too thin for more than some sprinkles. The cooler temperatures sent goosebumps racing over her skin. An unsettling chill curled at the base of her spine and raced through her system as though she’d encountered static. Even in winter, home was warmer than the wooded campground she crossed.

The waiting male straightened as she strode across the grass. His chin raised and she got a good look at the dark blue of his eyes when his gaze collided with hers. Strength pulsed behind those eyes—strength and something more. Her wolf’s attention snapped through her. The beast’s focus was so intense, she clenched her hands to keep her claws from extending.

Alpha. The whisper of insight came from the spirits her mother communed with throughout her life. The powerful voodoo priestess took a wolf to mate then became a wolf herself. Though a turned wolf, Maria never abandoned her faith, and she’d passed her gifts to her children. When the spirits shared their knowledge, Serafina listened. Strong. Tempestuous.

“Hot.” The last came out in a masculine timbre not remotely resembling the spirits. At her raised eyebrows, the wolf gazing at her blinked and the tips of his ears reddened. The faint scent of citrus, woods, and freshly crushed evergreens perfumed the air. Clearing his throat, the wolf gave her a half-grin. “My apologies, Serafina Andre. I’m afraid your beauty bowled me over and the filter between my brain and my mouth failed.”

The apology shouldn’t amuse her, so she schooled her features and waited. Power, tightly contained and raw, roiled around the other wolf. Trust Mason to surround himself with powerful wolves. It had been one of his more attractive qualities—a self-confidence he didn’t need to bolster by weakening the wolves around him.

“And apparently my foot in mouth-itis continues.” Clearing his throat, he shoved his long fingers through his hair and gave her a slow grin. “Serafina Andre, on behalf of Mason Clayborne, I bid you welcome to Willow Bend. We have prepared a house for you and your wolves. I will be acting as your liaison. If there is anything you need—anything—you tell me, and I’ll see it taken care of.”
Long, Heather. Bayou Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 5) (pp. 53-54). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

I couldn’t believe Diesel’s audacity, or for that matter Alexis storming in, between Mason and him. A hold your breath moment for sure even before the first summit meeting.

Serafina comes on to Linc pretty strong, but he fights his attraction for the sake of the summit. That is until he can’t.

After the matings in the previous book, I can’t help but wonder if Mason already knew Linc and Sera would become mates.

I did quite a bit of giggling, held my breath more than once, I even sniffled a few times. Yet another book I couldn’t put down until I turned the last page.

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Untamed Wolf

Oh Chrystal, you truly stink at staying within borders. The situations you get yourself into, well let’s just say you need to be more careful.

Dylan was looking forward to his date and enjoying the snowfall on his route when he scented the wayward wolf. When he finds her in a precarious position he is annoyed and scared for her.

This is a favorite scene when he needs her to shift so she’ll be warm and get to his cabin quicker.

Wide eyes blinking at him again, she swallowed. “You’re naked.”

“No kidding. And if my balls get frostbite, I’ll do more than snarl at you. Shift.”

“But you’re staring at me.”

It was Dylan’s turn to blink. Nudity wasn’t a big deal. She certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. Her long tumble of brown hair fell in damp waves against her soft olive skin. Blessed by generous curves and full breasts, she lacked tight muscle definition but her plush form didn’t betray any hint of weakness. If anything, it reinforced his need to see her safely shifted to a warmer form and out of the snow before she caught a real illness. Though wolves rarely sickened the way humans did, they could get ill if they didn’t take care of themselves.

Or if those who are supposed to be taking care of her fail to look after her properly. The failure to do so added another black mark against the new so-called Alpha, as far as he was concerned. “Just change, Chrystal. The faster you do, the faster I can slip this on you and change myself.”

Another hop from foot to foot as misery burst like a rain cloud over her head. “I don’t know if I can do it while you’re watching.”

Not a refusal, not a challenge, a cry for help. Grunting, Dylan said, “I’ll watch the tree line, but I’m not turning my back on you.” Then, because her continued quaking left him feeling like an asshole, he gentled his tone. “You’re safe, Chrystal. Nothing will touch you while you shift. I promise.”

Doubt clung to her expression, although her eyes remained downcast. She nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

Yep. Her gratitude at being granted protection while she did as he’d ordered increased his sense of being a jerk. The little wolf was in the wrong, and it was his task to correct her and send her from their territory. Her constant flouting of the rules, however, needed to be quashed. How the hell did she survive as a Lone Wolf when she didn’t know how to follow the simple restrictions outlined by the probation treaty offered to Three Rivers?

Scanning the tree line, Dylan waited for the sounds of her shift, but none seemed forthcoming. Sparing her a glance, he found her arms folded tight against her chest while she continued to alternate from foot to foot. Her shivering increased ten-fold, however, and a faint tinge of blue touched her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Why the hell isn’t she shifting?

“I don’t know,” she said with more fear in her tone than bite. “I’m trying, but nothing seems to be happening.”

Disregarding her earlier discomfort at his stare, Dylan studied her. Her shivering increased. His wolf rousing from their shared grumpiness, he clasped her shoulder. If she couldn’t shift, she was in a lot more trouble than frozen clothes, frostbite and violating Willow Bend territorial boundaries. “Chrystal.” He snapped out the two syllables of her name and her gaze jerked to his. Calling a wolf out was a job best left to an Alpha, but dominant wolves could do it if they could override the more submissive wolf’s tendencies.

His vision flickered as his wolf peered out of his eyes. Growling, he uttered the command, “Shift.”

One blink. Then two. Her walnut eyes bled gold as her wolf glared out at him. No, not glared. Her wolf wasn’t angry; she was terrified. Fisting his control, Dylan let his anger and frustration bleed out of him. Ordering her wolf around when she plainly didn’t know how to cope with a more dominant animal served no one.

“Come on, darling,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Come on out and play.”

The change rippled over her, and her eyes went completely wolf. When the muscles beneath his hand began to tug, he released her and stepped back to give her space. Shivering cascaded into the violence of her change. Her moans turned to whimpers and growls. Finally, fur glided over her shifted bones and form. She landed on four feet in front of him, panting hard.

Giving her a moment to reorient herself, Dylan lowered to a crouch rather than towering over her. The stink of fear occluded her sweeter scent. Yes, she needed discipline. Yes, she broke their treaty. Yes, he needed to kick her ass, but none of those offenses interested him at the moment. The she-wolf’s terror ignited every protective instinct he had. Extending a hand, he said, “Good girl. Beautiful job.”

A low whine vibrated in her throat, and she dropped to her belly. Dammit. His wolf’s frustration mirrored Dylan’s. They didn’t want her crawling. If he dragged her to him and gave her a hug, he’d likely scare the shit out of her. Settling his palm against her head, he gave her a gentle scratch.

“Sweet girl, thank you.” The wolf’s ears flicked toward him. She was a dusky black and white wolf, darker hairs sprinkled amongst the silver and white. In low light and at a distance, she’d look more like a husky than wolf. Her slighter build would help her blend in more urban areas. When she dared a glance at him, he gave her a small smile.

“Can you stand up, beautiful? Need to put these clothes over your head and around your shoulders.” If he fit it snug enough, they wouldn’t hamper her movements. With great hesitation and care, she rose to her feet, but kept her whole body hunched and tail tucked between her legs.

Ignoring the frigid air and his own discomfort, Dylan kept his touch on her light. Gradually, her slunk gave way to a better posture, and she darted another look at him. Maintaining a smile, he said, “Ready when you are, beautiful.”
Long, Heather. Untamed Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 6) (pp. 12-16).Kindle Edition.

This is not the last time Chrystal crosses borders. The next time in the middle of a blizzard leads to issues with her pack and Willow Bend. But it also leads to rescuing a wolf and her cub and three days alone with Dylan.

Lots of surprises in this one, we see a bit more the mysterious Enforcer Julian and of course Mason. Some hold your breath scenes and some seriously hot ones.

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From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Countdown to Christmas! Sharing Charlotte – Club Zodiac Book 7 by Becca Jameson

Sharing Charlotte
Club Zodiac Book 7
Becca Jameson


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Christmas is a time for sharing…
and this year it will be Charlotte
who finds herself tucked between
more men than she bargained for.

Charlotte has it all. Her own thriving business. Perfect health. An amazing outlook on life. And the devotion of not one but two men.

But is two men enough for her? A chance encounter with an old acquaintance has her craving the forbidden.

Nile and Samson adore Charlotte. They have the perfect arrangement and both of them would give her the world. However, their foundation shakes when another man catches her attention. No matter how strongly they feel for her, they have to let her follow her heart.

But what about Rex? The newest member of their group is blindsided to find out that the woman he craves already lives in a committed relationship. She has far too much baggage for his taste.

There’s no ignoring the pull to explore outside the boundaries, but is there a line in the sand?

Sometimes the best Christmas presents
come wrapped
in the most unusual packaging.

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In this book we get a close up look at another aspect of BDSM, a triad relationship that is long term.

Charlotte loves her relationship with Samson and Nile. The two Doms fulfil her every need, she gifts them her submission every time she enters their condo.

Outside of the Condo all three of them have very busy and successful businesses. Charlotte’s Boutiques are thriving and she is looking to expand to Denver. Caught up and rushing to pack to head to Denver to look at a property, she breaks the ‘House Rules’. She really didn’t expect either of her Dom’s to be there.

This is a favorite scene.

“Wow. What did I miss?” The new voice belonged to Nile, and it came from behind her, making Charlotte blow out a breath.

Great. How the hell did both her Masters happen to be home in the middle of the day?

Samson turned toward Nile. “We haven’t gotten to the why yet, but for some reason our little sub arrived a few minutes ago and beelined for the bedroom without a single care in the world for the house rules.”

“Ah,” Nile said. “That would explain why her clothes are lying on the floor in here instead of neatly folded by the front door. Guess she didn’t expect anyone to be home.” Nile chuckled as he set his hand on Charlotte’s shoulder and then ran it down her back to cup her heated ass cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Sirs. I wasn’t thinking.” She leaned slightly into his touch.

“Or…” Samson responded, “you didn’t think you needed to obey rule number one because you thought you could just sneak into the house, accomplish whatever mission you were hell-bent on accomplishing, and race back out without anyone being the wiser.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He was right. She hadn’t wanted to take the time to remove all her clothing at the front door, rush into the master bedroom to grab a weekend bag, and then put all her clothes back on. Apparently, she’d errored.

Nile took a seat on the lounge next to Samson, leaving her standing naked in front of them. They both had an amazing ability to assert their authority even while looking up at her. She shuddered as her body betrayed her, coming alive sexually while she was being reprimanded. The way they looked at her, dominating her from the bench they sat on, made her clench her pussy.

“Now,” Samson said. “Mind telling us what you rushed home to do?”

She wanted to ask them the same question. Granted, one or both of them sometimes came home for lunch, but neither of them had mentioned doing so today specifically. She needed to face the fact that she hadn’t been thinking. She’d been so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed Samson was already in the penthouse when she entered.

She shifted her gaze back and forth between them. “I need to go to Denver for a few days, Sir. I thought I’d rush home and grab my stuff.” Charlotte owned a chain of three upscale boutiques in Seattle. She was looking to expand to Denver, her hometown.

“Did you find a possible property?” Nile asked.

“Yes, Sir. My realtor found a place that just became available. She’s afraid someone might grab it fast, so I need to go take a look.”

“That’s good news. I’m surprised someone put a property on the market this close to the holidays.” Samson set a hand on her hip and then slid it to her lower back.

Frankly, she was shocked too. She had assumed it would be January before she heard from the realtor. As for needing to leave town for business, neither man would be angry. They all three had careers that took priority in their lives whenever necessary. It was partly why they were such a good match for each other. They were busy. Even on weekends. With Charlotte owning three stores, Samson a gym, and Nile a catering business, weekends were just like any other day to them. Since there were three of them, usually no one was left completely alone for long.

They had an arrangement. It worked. When they were outside of the house, they were professionals. When they stepped through the front door, Charlotte left her high-stressed boss mode at the door and submitted to Samson and Nile. Always. No matter who else was home. Even if she was alone, she submitted to them inside the house.

Except today.

“When’s your flight?” Nile asked.

“Eight, Sir. I was going to text you in a few minutes.”

“Are we making you late for anything important?” Samson asked.

She shook her head. “No, Sir. I was just rushing like I always do. No particular reason.” The truth was that lately all three of them had been so busy that Charlotte hadn’t experienced much dominance from either man. She wasn’t sure if they’d grown complacent or if their arrangement was waning. That latter idea was depressing, but something had felt off for a while now. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
Becca Jameson. Sharing Charlotte: Club Zodiac, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 95-129). Becca Jameson Publishing.

With the expectation of her going to Club Zodiac, her Dom’s have made all the arrangements for that visit. Nile would be joining her the following day.

Charlotte hadn’t expected to know Rex, the Dom who would be attending to her that night. She certainly hadn’t anticipated her reaction either.

With her confusion over her feelings where her current Dom’s were concerned and finding herself extremely attracted to Rex this story takes some very interesting turns.

Rex learns some things about himself that he hadn’t realized before, and a Christmas surprise for Charlotte becomes even more intriguing.

I love this series and I can’t wait to read Rex’s story in the next one.

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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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Boys and Burlesque by Ripley Proserpina

Boys and Burlesque
Ripley Proserpina


They were my whole world—four boys who morphed from best friends to lovers. They were my biggest fans, and my quiet strength.

Until they left me.What I once gave freely became my weakness. Judged, shamed, alone, and with no one to count on, I found I’d do anything to survive. I never bared my soul, but my body was my ticket to success.

And fame.

Burlesque might not have been the type of dance I dreamed of, but it rocketed me to the top. My body was mine to own. If people wanted to see me, they had to pay for a ticket.

But all my carefully laid plans and rebuilt dreams crash when the spotlight lands on the boys who used to be mine.

Josh, Brant, Wes, and Landry are back, standing at the edge of the stage and holding the pieces of my heart.

They want forgiveness. A second chance.

But when I handed them my heart once, they shattered it. And I might not survive giving it to them again.

In this book Ripley takes us from high school to the present as the unconventional relationship between Betsy aka Betty and the four boys she loved navigate through the sometimes devastating curves life throws at them.

The first curve was when Josh, Brant, Wes, and Landry ghosted after graduation. They really thought they were doing the right thing, but never gave an explanation, they just vanished.

A successful Burlesque dancer with her own show, crew and employees she gets blind-sided at a USO show at Coronado, seeing two of them in the audience has her realizing she hasn’t stopped loving them but she just can’t let them in again.

However they weren’t going to give up and all four of them show up in Vegas. Where Betty finally agrees to meet with them.

This is a favorite scene.

Lucky for me, trees lined the viewing area, and I stood in their shade. It was noisy, with the traffic behind me and the water spraying in front of me. Gripping the stone rail, I leaned forward and stared into the water.


Where were they?

“Betsy.” Landry spoke, and the rest of the world melted away.

My breath caught in my throat, and I turned to face him.

He wasn’t alone. They were all there, just like they’d said they’d be.

“You look so different,” I said. I knew they did, I’d already seen them, but when they were all together like this, it was hard to remember them as they were.

Back when they were mine.

Their faces were harder, their gazes warier and less open.

Landry wore a V-neck t-shirt, a long-sleeve plaid button-down thrown over it. The sleeves were pushed up, revealing strong muscular forearms. I knew his arms were tattooed, but with the V-neck, I could make out writing below his collarbones and across his chest.

Josh had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, but it was a little too short and strands fell from the elastic. He tucked them behind his ears, watching me nervously. I wondered what his dad thought about his hair, it was a little hippy for Mr. Derry.

Westin. Westin had changed the most and the least. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, but had on a black tank top. On anyone else, it’d look like he was trying too hard, but on Westin, it was natural. He was covered from his shoulders all the way to his fingernails in tattoos. I studied him. They were all over his chest and neck as well. Was any of his body free of ink?

And Brant. His hazel-eyed gaze met mine, and he gave me a small smile. His beard covered so much of his face, like he was trying to hide. He was broader and more muscled than I’d ever seen him. He wore a tan shirt and jeans, and his biceps strained the material of the sleeves.

“Hi.” Yep. That was what came out of my mouth.

Each of them closed in around me, and suddenly I was a gazelle surrounded by lions. I glanced over at Al. He wasn’t too far, but he’d also stepped closer, a frown on his face. I shook my head slightly before turning back toward the boys.

Brant followed my gaze. His smile was gone. “Bodyguard?” His tone turned accusing, and I opened my mouth to defend myself then closed it.

I didn’t owe them an explanation. I was only here for theirs. “Yes. Al is my security.”

“We’d never hurt you.” Landry ran his hands over his hair and linked them behind his neck.

“I know,” I replied and sighed. “He’s not here because of you.”

Understanding passed over their faces, along with something else, an edge that made me think they were used to surveying their surroundings as well.

“Thanks for coming,” Westin said. He stepped closer, sidling next to me to lean against the railing. “I didn’t think you would.”

“Your arguments were very convincing.”

He smiled. Josh seemed to be studying our exchange, and his eyes widened when he caught Westin’s expression.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” Landry asked. “A diner or something?”

It did seem weird to have this conversation right out in the open, but going somewhere, sitting down across from them, was a level of intimacy I wasn’t ready for.

“No,” I said and then added, “thanks.”

The boys exchanged glances, and Landry sighed. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll start.” His words came out in a rush. “Everything that happened was my fault. It was my idea.”

“It was your idea.” I repeated what he’d said. “It was your idea to leave?”

“That’s not true,” Brant said. “We all agreed it was for the best.”

It was just like it used to be. They stood up for each other, clarified and elaborated for one another.

How nice for them. Things hadn’t changed between them as much as I thought they had. I stayed silent. If they were going to offer excuses for one another and soothe each other’s feelings, they didn’t need me.

Brant side-eyed me and then shook his head. “Fuck. I’m not excusing him, Betsy. I just mean that we’re all to blame. Landry might have told us the problem, but we all agreed to the solution.”

Their solution was to leave me all alone in the world.

And still I stayed silent.

“My dad— he had more power over me than I realized,” Landry said. “You know he owned half the town, and had connections throughout the state. When he found out about us— all of us— he gave me an ultimatum.”

Sounded like Landry’s dad.

“What ultimatum?” I asked when the quiet went on too long.

“Raise the rent on Brant’s parents so they had to give up their cafe. Push Josh’s dad off the farm. Make a call to Wes and Josh’s coaches.” Landry spoke like he was reciting a grocery list, but I was shocked dumb.


My gaze bounced from one boy to the next. They held my gaze, but none of them spoke. Hurt made it hard to breathe. Hard to speak.

I’d been seventeen and I had absolutely no one in the world left who cared about me.

Landry’s dad threatened to take away everyone the boys loved— nobody would have understood their situation better than I would have.

And yet they didn’t tell me.

Tears burned the back of my eyes, and I had to shut them tight. Why? Why hadn’t they told me? Trusted me?

I imagined a world where we left each other on good terms. If we’d done that, when I really needed them, maybe they could have helped. Or at the very least responded.
Ripley Proserpina. Boys and Burlesque (Kindle Locations 2591-2637).

Their explanation hurt and confused her even as she delivered bombshells of her own.

This is really only the beginning as things in her world start changing yet again, this time with the men in the background instead of the forefront.

Very emotional, with suspense, drama, intrigue and some sizzling heat.

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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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A Moment Never Forgotten – Never Forgotten Trilogy Book 3 by KaLyn Cooper

A Moment Never Forgotten
Never Forgotten Trilogy Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


The moment he realized she was in serious danger…
he couldn’t protect her.

At forty-five years old, Navy Captain Micah Reid had never married, for good reason…no woman in her right mind would put up with him, and he wouldn’t tolerate the crazy ones. The secretive nature of his job as a commanding officer of thousands of SEALs working covertly around the world didn’t help relationships either. With a new job at the Pentagon, he vowed to spend his free time with his friends living in DC and helping them solve the murders of Gabriel and Marsha Davis — whose deaths keep leading to more questions than answers.

Berit Barker had earned every step of her way up the CIA ladder, no matter what the rumors claimed. She had worked twice as hard and three times as smart as her male counterparts while undercover in Third World countries, with the extra challenge of being a single mother. When asked to infiltrate a tight group of military friends in the DC area, she agrees, but only to find the true terrorists.

Friendship and lies never mix well,
but love and deception can be deadly.

A Moment Never Forgotten is the third book in the seasoned military romance Never Forgotten trilogy but is a standalone romantic suspense. This Navy SEAL romance features another of KaLyn Cooper’s strong heroines.

Buy this book today if you enjoy military romance, alpha silver foxes, and heroines who shatter glass ceilings.

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This is the final book in this trilogy, the one that holds all the answers.

Berit Barker is CIA, her son Mak, is a SEAL and she has ‘adopted’ his team. As his team buries one of their own, she sheds some tears. Each one of these ‘boys’ were hers and she will always support them. Along with their Commander Evan Hubbard, there is an unexpected person at this funeral, Captain Micah Reid, Commanding Officer of Naval Special Warfare Group Two. He had been in the operations room when this team was ambushed.

Micah is in D.C. preparing for his move to a pentagon post and was attended because for a couple more weeks, these SEALs are his. He sort of recognizes Berit although he can’t quite remember where they met. It’s Berit who reminds him it was at another funeral, one where she was the liaison to the family.

This is a favorite scene.

“Commander Hubbard, sir, permission to hug my mom.” The anxious SEAL saluted Evan.

“Permission granted.” His friend of several years, and SEAL Team Two’s Commanding Officer, smiled as the heavily bearded man in his mid-twenties threw his arms around Berit Barker and lifted her off the ground. She lost one of her black low-heeled pumps but didn’t seem to care. The joy on her face said everything. She loved this young man.

“The petty officer we just buried was on Mak’s team,” Evan said in a low voice meant for only Micah. “He should still be in the hospital in Germany, but he and two of the less-injured men, insisted on accompanying the body back. They may be able to ship back the others next week.”

When the young sailor finally set his mother back on the ground, Evan called to him. “Mak, have you ever met Captain Reid?”

“No, sir.” He performed a perfect about-face and strode the three paces to face Micah. He came to attention and snapped a salute. “Petty Officer First Class Makensey Barker, sir.”

Micah returned the salute and the man in his mid-twenties lowered his right hand. If he hadn’t been carefully watching, he would have missed the slight wince. “What are your injuries?”

He heard Berit’s gasp but didn’t take his eyes off the man in front of him.

“Two broken ribs, flying debris grazed my right shoulder, and I’m still thirty-five percent deaf in both ears.” He squared his shoulders imperceptibly. “Nothing major. I’m good to go, sir.”

Micah nodded once. Those injuries were all to be expected given the explosion he had watched via satellite. He was confident that Evan would keep the squad stateside for at least six weeks while the men recuperated. Christmas stateside was a possibility in between training exercises. Slots would have to be filled with FNGs straight out of BUD/ s. Deciding where the Fucking New Guys would best fit in was no longer Micah’s job. He trusted Evan to rebuild Mak’s squad. In a matter of weeks personnel issues at Naval Special Warfare Group Two would no longer be his concern. He had orders to the Pentagon.

“No, you’re not good to go anywhere except to the hospital.” Berit’s declaration kept Micah’s brain from wandering into his future. She spun around and got into his face. “You are going to order my son, and the rest of his squad, to report tomorrow morning to Walter Reed Medical Center where they will undergo extensive testing to determine the precise extent of their injuries. None of them are fit for duty until their bones are completely healed.”

Petty Officer Barker looked ready to panic while Evan was visibly fighting to withhold a snicker.

“Sir, permission to remove my mother. And please forgive her. She’s used to ordering people around over at Langley.” His shoulders raised a fraction of an inch. “She’s kind of a big deal over there.”

“Permission denied.” Micah had never seen a woman defend a SEAL. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the mothering instinct displayed before in his life. He was both impressed and amused.

Micah’s mother had died when he was five and his father never remarried, so he had never seen a mother in action. It had always been just the two of them in the house on the shores of Lake Erie.

There were only two hundred seventy-two people who could give him orders and all except the President of the United States wore stars on their shoulders. Yet, this woman had just given him a direct order.

Through his peripheral vision, Micah could see all the eyes of the young sailors staring at him. He held her gaze. “Thank you, Ms. Barker, for your suggestion.” He purposely emphasized the last word. “I’m sure Commander Hubbard will take it under consideration… next week.”

He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over all the young faces in Navy dress blue uniforms around him. He understood their emotions and knew they needed a break. “Gentlemen, since tomorrow is Friday, and I believe we have all been through enough today, liberty is granted until oh eight hundred Monday.”

“Ten hut,” Mak called out. Everyone wearing a uniform came to attention, even Micah.

“Sir, on behalf of the men, I would like to thank you.” Mak raised his hand in salute and all the SEALs followed.

“Sir, thank you, sir,” they said in unison.

Micah and Evan saluted back. “Enjoy your weekend, and for Christ’s sake, stay out of trouble. SEALs have been getting enough bad press lately. Dismissed.”

Cheers resounded as fists pumped into the air.

“I’ll meet you all back at Mom’s house.” Mak’s voice carried as they all but ran to their cars.

“It looks as though I need to stop by the grocery store on my way home. Best I be going.” Her smile was that of a proud mother.

“Commander Hubbard, it was a pleasure meeting you.” Berit had moved back into her warm yet professional persona.

“The pleasure was all mine.” Evan grabbed her hand and enveloped it in both of his, giving her his lady-killer smile that under other circumstances was almost a guarantee to get him laid. He was between wives, again, but Micah thought the man had more class than to troll for women at a funeral. On the other hand, there was something special about Berit Barker.

She returned a congenial smile. “Until next time.”

When she retrieved her hand, she thrust it toward Micah. “Captain Reid, it was nice to see you again. Perhaps next time we meet it will be under more positive circumstances.”

He shook her hand in the professional manner it was offered. “We can only hope.”
KaLyn Cooper. A Moment Never Forgotten: Never Forgotten Trilogy, Book Three (Kindle Locations 188-232).

Even with the sad circumstances there was much that amused me there and as this book progresses we find Berit and Micah in some very interesting situations.

Berit is also assigned to investigate Micah’s old team and the mission that ended Mason Sinclair’s life. Of the surviving members of that team only Logan and Teagan Jackson were know to her. Micah she’d met in passing but Elizabeth Saint Clare was an unknown, although she is a CIA translator, her husband Matthew also with the CIA in an assistant director position.

There are many hold your breath moments in this book, as well as some truly hilarious ones. More than a few surprises, one that revolves around Mak and his team. So much intrigue and suspense, that in all honesty I am surprised my fingernails survived to the end of the book.

Fun, emotional, scary, intriguing, suspenseful and romantic with some serious sizzle.

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KaLyn Cooper’s romances blend fact and fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense.

Twenty-two years as a military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination.

She, her husband, and Little Bear (Alaskan Malamute) live in Tennessee on a micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When she’s not writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.

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Andrea – Corked and Tapped Book 12 by Becca Jameson

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

Corked and Tapped Book 12
Becca Jameson


“Let’s play a little game.” She squirmed in her seat at his tone. She’d been in love with him for years. Now he wanted to play a game? He had no idea what kind of games she’d like to play with him. Sure. She’d go along with his “game”…for now.

This is the final book in this series. What an enjoyable ride this has been.

In this book Andrea attends a New Year’s Eve reunion party of the cast of a show that made her famous. Although it’s been ten years since the show ended, she still doesn’t go out much, afraid to be recognized, afraid someone could see through her to her secret.

Christoph was her co-star and he has gone on to have a fabulous career. Even now he has a movie lined up, but is taking time off for the holidays.

Everyone left the party early to attend more glittering bashes, except for Christoph. Now they are sitting in the corner of Corked and Tapped, if you have been reading this series you know the corner I mean.

The game they play of never have I ever, heats up quickly as they learn some interesting things about each other. As midnight quickly approaches they reach an agreement.

This is a favorite scene.

He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers. “Let me get this straight. You want me to come back to your place, dominate you with enough force to rock your world, but all I get is one night?”

“Yes.” If she were honest, she couldn’t believe they’d actually gotten to this stage in the night. She’d thought about having sex with Christoph for years and even more often once she learned about this reunion, but it had never occurred to her that it might actually become reality. And the thought that he might want more was a foreign concept. He was a guy. A famous guy. He could have any woman he wanted on the planet. He could have a different one every night. She would expect him to be ecstatic about the prospect of a woman offering him a one-night stand.

Granted, she had never once heard rumors of him sleeping with different women all the time, or even one woman. Dates, yes. But nothing scandalous. Still. Just because she hadn’t heard the stories didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

He shook his head.

She flinched. “No?”

“No.” He picked up his beer, playing with the label with his thumb. “One night with you will never be enough. Give me the weekend.”

She reared back a few inches. “The weekend?” That could be fun. Why not? There had to be a catch.

“Yep. I want two nights and two days. I want you to fully submit to me until Sunday night.”


He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Because I’m confident I can convince you to give me more if I have a full forty-eight hours.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Christoph, I don’t have more to give.” I never will.

“Take it or leave it.”

Her shoulders slumped. There was no way she could turn him down, though. Not in a million years. She’d been dreaming about this for too long. “One condition.”

“What’s that?” he asked, voice leery.

“You don’t try to convince me to expand on the forty-eight hours a single time.”

He ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “Okay, but with a stipulation.”

She smirked. “Of course.”

“I get to plead my case for more time for the last hour Sunday night.”

“Deal. However, just so you know, I won’t change my mind.”

“Fine.” He cupped her face. “No wonder you’re such a successful architect. If you negotiate all your deals this way, you must be raking in the money.”

She laughed. “Oh, sure. I make almost as much as you,” she joked.

He sobered. “Let’s get out of here.”

Finally, they were in total agreement over something.

Suddenly, everyone in the bar started shouting, “Ten. Nine. Eight…” Andrea realized it was almost midnight. Mesmerized for the last several hours by the sexy man next to her, she had paid no attention to the time.

Christoph didn’t bother calling out the descending numbers, but he did slide off the stool and then press himself against her thigh from the side, cupping her face. As soon as the crowd shouted “Happy New Year!” he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.

She closed her eyes, her hands coming to his waist as she enjoyed this first kiss with the boy she had lusted after all those years ago. He was surprisingly gentle, tasting and teasing, his tongue eventually sliding against the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him.

She did, willingly, learning his mouth, the way he took such care, the way he held her head just where he wanted it, the way he sucked her tongue slowly into his mouth.

Time stopped for her. He was giving her the New Year’s kiss she’d never had. And he was doing so very thoroughly. Her heart beat harder for him. If they weren’t in this crowded bar, she would be tugging at his shirt, trying to get to his impressive chest.

They really needed to get out of this bar. Now.
Becca Jameson. Andrea: Corked and Tapped, Book Twelve (Kindle Locations 288-320). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The ensuing weekend is sizzling with white hot heat as Christoph and Andrea explore their kinks and learn even more about each other.

I will miss these short and very satisfying reads. I hope we get to see some of these characters in future series.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Have You Read The Wolves of Willow Bend? Rise of the Alpha – Wolves of Willow Bend Books 1-3 by Heather Long

Rise of the Alpha
A Collection of the First Three Books

Willow Bend Collection

Rise of the Alpha
Wolves of Willow Bend Books 1-3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Wolf Bite


After a dominance challenge ended with his parents deaths, Mason left Willow Bend and his pack behind, choosing instead to live life on his own terms…as a Lone Wolf. A wanderer, he keeps his life simple and carefree until an unexpected encounter brings him face to face with his tragic past and the woman he always adored. Determined to get her out of his blood, he teases her into an easy one-night stand…but one taste will never be enough.

Adopted as a young girl, Alexis Huston lived on the fringe of pack life. She’s never been strong enough, fast enough, or pretty enough—except to Mason, but then he left her. Allowed her freedom as an adult and sworn to keep the pack’s secrets, she’s struggled to fit into the ‘human’ world. A chance meeting turns her hard-won life upside down.

She is left with two options—she can tell the only wolf she’s ever loved that she’s carrying their child…or she can protect him, keep the baby a secret, and run.

Caged Wolf

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Triplets, the Buckley brothers were inseparable until everything went wrong one violent, bloody night. A.J. Buckley, the eldest of the trio, faced a human trial for a brutal murder. Found guilty, he was sentenced to twenty-five to life. Without argument or regret, he accepted the sentence. After six years in prison, A.J.’s conviction is overturned on a technicality and he returns to Willow Bend to face a new Alpha and fresh charges.

Vivian Knox was the only witness to the murder. She refused to testify in the human courtroom and spent a year in prison on contempt charges. Once released, she worked tirelessly to free A.J., finally locating a loophole in the case against him. Satisfied with his freedom, the last thing she expected was to be kidnapped to the back of beyond where another judge demands she testify to what she saw that night. This time, contempt is the least of her problems.

Only four people know exactly what happened that night and none are talking. When pack law threatens Vivian, A.J. must stake his claim, but his wolf might be too damaged to help him…

Wolf Claim


Gillian Whitford, darling of Willow Bend, brings out the protective instincts in all the dominants, but none more so than Owen Chase, the pack’s Hunter. A loner by nature and calling, Owen spends less time with his pack mates and more time on the borders of their land. Not even the change in the Alpha and the swearing of a new oath kept him around long.

Winds of change still drift through Willow Bend as they adjust to their new Alpha. When the Hudson River pack requests a fill-in healer to replace their own, Gillian, journeymen apprentice to their Pack healer, is the obvious choice to help. Owen forbids her to accept, but the sweet natured wolf rebukes his selfishness and volunteers anyway.

Risking a challenge, Owen faces off against his Alpha to appeal her decision and finds himself charged with her safety. Now, the loner will be escorting one of his pack’s most precious into foreign lands. He’s all that stands between her and a dozen potential threats…and if he doesn’t stake his claim, he may lose more than his heart.

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When Mason Claybourne scented Alexis Huston and knew she was in trouble, he had to help her, protect her.

It had been a long time 10 years since he was forced to go lone wolf. He knew he couldn’t stay with her but he could make sure she was safe and back with the wolves that should be protecting her. The thing was there weren’t any. She was here alone.

Here is one of my favorite passages,after Mason interrupts an attack on Alexis and brings her back to her apartment.

She seemed to remember breathing and went back to eating her ice cream while he cleaned and dressed her wound. When he was finished, he glanced up to meet her dark eyes.“Thank you,” she said without a hint of reproach or her earlier antipathy.

“You’re welcome.” He kept her leg captive and continued to watch her eat the ice cream. Then because he couldn’t help himself, he said, “You grew up.”

“It’s been ten years,” she looked at the ice cream, and he found himself envying the sweet treat. It was an altogether unpleasant feeling.

“Why aren’t you in Willow Bend?” Why wasn’t she on pack lands? This far south—she was in one of the few unclaimed cities, though practically on the doorstep of the Crescent Delta pack.

She shrugged, and took another bite of the ice cream. “You don’t have to stay. I’m home. As you can see, I’m safe. You can go back to walking alone or whatever the hell it is you do.”

Trailing a finger down the back of her calf, he studied the way she purposefully ignored him. God, he’d missed her. Her sass, her temper, and the way she knew exactly how to give in just enough to make a dominant back off, but still maintain control of the situation. And damn if she hadn’t gotten better at it. “Alexis?”

Sitting forward, she pulled her legs away from him and handed him the second spoon. “I let you save me. I ran interference with the cops. I allowed you to walk me home and be all alpha male in charge while you checked out where I live and made sure my injury had been tended. I’ll even share my ice cream—but interrogate me? No. You want to do that—the door is there.”

He stared first at the spoon then at her. Her pulse gave away her gambit, but the steadiness of her hand and the clarity in her eyes was just too damn beguiling. The best decision for both of them would be for him to leave.

He was a Lone Wolf.

She was pack.

Her being human was inconsequential—he’d never cared about her race, only that when she smiled his world was brighter.

And he’d been living in the dark for a long time.

Accepting the spoon, he eyed the pint in her hand. She held it out to him and smiled.

There really was no other choice for him.

There is a history between Alexis and Mason, one that requires a lot of fixing. Complicated by Margo one of the enforcers who keeps their eye on lone wolves like Mason, to be sure they follow the rules. If the rules are broken the lone wolf will be punished. And it appears Mason is going to be all about breaking rules now that he has Alexis.

This couple is explosive when they come together. The question is would they be able to. I loved this book and could not put it down.

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Caged Wolf

AJ is finally free, 7 years is a long time for a wolf to be incarcerated without being able to shift. Now Mason is demanding answers, not only from AJ but he has Vivian brought to Willow Bend as well. That didn’t go over well with AJ and he wasn’t shy about letting Mason know it.

Vivian worked hard to find the data needed to free AJ, now with him free she is set to move far away and heal far away. Fate however had a different plan. Margo and Owen had been sent to fetch her to Willow Bend. AJ has yet another trial, one that might not work out very well for him. She woke with bruises on her face and a split lip, and no idea where she was. Not good when you have had fugues before.

A trip to Emma and much becomes clear, at least to the reader. A prescription to rest, eat and play alone together. All with Mason’s approval.

One of my favorite scenes is Day two of their enforced alone time. AJ’s family decides to meet Vivian early in the morning, and his Mom is in the kitchen preparing a meal.

As if spurred by the encouragement, he guided a very embarrassed Vivian back to their bedroom. “I’m sorry,” he told her as soon as the door was closed. “I didn’t realize they were coming.”“I met your mom in a sheet.” Vivian sat down on the bed. His mother, the wolf. Wolves knew everything from scents and she and A.J. had been having sex everywhere in the house. Mortification crawled through her and she buried her face in her hands.

“Hey.” The bed dipped as he sat next to her and then she was in his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“I was naked, in a sheet—in front of your mother!”

A.J. shrugged. “She didn’t mind and ignore Linc and Ty. They’re just jealous.” A pleased look lit up his face. “Because you’re mine.”

“But I was in a sheet.” How did one live down that humiliation?

“I was buck ass naked, darling. Trust me, she didn’t care. Most wolves won’t. We get used to nudity pretty young, and we ignore it.”

Well, how great for them. “But we had sex out there.”

His grin grew.

“I know.”

“Yeah, well, so will your mom.”

His grin faltered a little, and he blinked. “Mom came because she wants to meet you.” For a moment, she thought he would add something more, then thought better of it. “As for the sex, she knows what that is, Vivian. It won’t bother her.”
Caged Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 2) (pp. 140-141). . Kindle Edition.

I truly wonder at times how Mason knows so much before everyone else does. This is a story of commitment and love that nothing and no one can stop.

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Wolf Claim

One of my absolute favorites in this series. Wolf Claim focuses on Owen and Gillian but also introduces the Hudson River pack and it’s Alpha Brett.

Gillian is a Healer Apprentice but believe me when I say she is no longer an apprentice. Gillian is unique in that she can heal both humans and wolves, a secret well guarded by everyone. She is more than a little attracted to Owen, one of Mason’s top hunters, but he doesn’t seem to get it.

Owen is just a bit protective of Gillian. When Mason proposes to send her to help Brett the Hudson River Alpha with the mystery of wolves dying, he definitely lost his cool. He doesn’t want Gillian going away into an unknown problem. Little did he know Mason intended to send him with her all along. *Sigh* Men!!

The mystery behind the deaths is elusive and while they try to figure it out Brett’s attraction to Gillian grows.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“I think it’s only fair that we’re clear on one subject before she rejoins us.” Brett said, reminding Owen he still stood there.

“And that would be?”

“I have every intention of claiming that beautiful wolf if you don’t.”

With a jerk, Owen faced him. “Excuse me?”

“No,” Brett said, his expression unreadable. “I don’t think I will. She’s a fine wolf, perhaps the finest I’ve ever met, and I’ve known her less than a day. Consider yourself warned.”

Gillian trotted up in that moment and rubbed against Owen’s leg. He dropped his hand to stroke her head automatically. His gaze still locked with Brett’s, Owen didn’t disguise his rising wolf.

Alpha and confident, the other wolf didn’t flinch away. He’d made his desire plain and clear both wolf-to-wolf and man-to-man. He could want Gillian all he liked.

No way in hell would Owen let him have her.

Challenge accepted.
Long, Heather. Wolf Claim (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 3) (pp. 113-114). Kindle Edition.

Needless to say there is a lot of tension. As they figure out the what, the question becomes who. Not exactly a comfortable position for anyone to be in. Brett can only trust Gillian and Owen and that is felt throughout his pack.

I loved this nail-biting, hold your breath tale. It gives a whole new dimension to the Wolves of Willow Bend Series.

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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Countdown to Christmas: I’ll Be Home For Christmas – Coming Home Book 2 by Jessica Scott

I’ll Be Home For Christmas
Coming Home Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jessica Scott


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Meet the lovable smart ass who can always crack a joke and the woman who loves him more than life itself.

Vic Carponti always has a joke — no matter how bleak the situation might be. He’s the guy who can make jokes in the middle of a firefight in Baghdad or when he’s getting sewn back up after getting blown up. But his sense of humor hides a fierce loyalty to the men he serves with and a devotion to his wife who he loves more than life itself. But there’s nothing funny about war…

But as he prepares to leave on his latest deployment into the violent throes of the Surge in Iraq, his jokes don’t seem as funny to his wife. Nicole forces herself to laugh at his redeployment antics but behind her laughter hides the darkest fear of every Army wife — that the knock on the door may be the news that destroys her world.

They both try to make the best of the deployment but when the phone doesn’t ring for a few days, Nicole starts to worry. And when the dreaded call comes telling her he’s been hurt, she’ll move heaven and earth to be there when her husband wakes up.

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Being deployed over the holidays is always hard, but this deployment has been different from the start.

Vic Carponti and his wife Nicole have been through deployments before, this year he’s trying very hard to be home for Christmas since it’s her first one since her dad died. He has some misgivings though, with some of the changes in hierarchy he doesn’t want to leave his men.

Keeping the home fires burning is harder for Nicole this time, she really misses Vic and can feel the difference through their Skype calls.

This is a powerful and emotional read. Bringing the reality of war and the home front to life in a way that you won’t be able to put the book down.

A page-turner with laughter, tears, sizzle and a story that will have you begging for more.

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Jessica Scott is an Iraq war veteran, an active duty army officer and the USA Today bestselling author of novels set in the heart of America’s Army. She is the mother of two daughters, three cats and three dogs, and wife to a retired NCO.

She’s also written for the New York Times At War Blog, PBS Point of View Regarding War, and IAVA. She deployed to Iraq in 2009 as part of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF)/New Dawn and has had the honor of serving as a company commander at Fort Hood, Texas twice.

She’s holds a Ph.D. in Sociology from Duke University and she’s been featured as one of Esquire Magazine’s Americans of the Year for 2012. Jessica is also an active member of the Military Writers Guild

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Countdown to Christmas: The Wish Maker – The Billionaires of Silicon Forest Book 2 by Melissa McClone

The Wish Maker
The Billionaires of Silicon Forest Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone


At Christmas,
sometimes even impossible wishes come true…

One word changed Wes Lockhart’s life forever. Cancer. Fighting for his life completely flipped his priorities, making him realize he wanted—no, needed—to use his billions to help others find the kind of second chance he’d been given. The first person he intended to help? The beautiful, kind, and dedicated oncologist who got him through his treatments and ushered him into remission. And what better time than the holidays to become her not-so-secret Santa?

Dr. Paige Regis has spent her entire career helping others, often at the expense of her personal life. She’d love to start a family of her own—but with her current patients and her plans to open a brand-new cancer center, it seems like an impossible dream. It’s not until she reconnects with the charming Wes that she realizes he might just be the man to make all her Christmas wishes come true.

Can Wes and Paige open their hearts to the magic of the season—and each other—to get a shot at their very own Christmas miracle? Or will past hurts and doubts end their happily ever after before it even begins?

Wes had been thought of as ruthless, heartless and much worse before he found he had Lymphoma. The fight for his life was difficult and now that he is in remission he doesn’t have that same drive. If he dies he wants to be remembered in a far different light.

Henry his ever interfering friend pushes him to do something a bit different this Christmas season. Instead of just signing checks, go see where the money goes.

Paige was his oncologist, and he credits her with saving his life even though it was a whole team of physicians. She’s no longer his physician and he meets up with her in an unusual way. Playing Santa at the children’s ward at the hospital.

Paige has another problem though, apparently the fund-raising for the new Cancer wing her pet project, has fallen short by twenty five million dollars. At Henry’s invitation she attends the children’s party, finding Santa familiar but can’t seem to place him. He gets her to tell him what she wants for Christmas.

Surprised at seeing him there, and even more so when he tells her his foundation would cover the amount she needs, they go to a nearby coffee shop to discuss the logistics of the donation.

What should have been a relatively short conversation becomes a lot more.

This is a favorite scene

“Do you have time to grab a coffee?” That would give them a place to talk with no one trying to eavesdrop. Not that Rachael was. Yet. “I remember a place not too far away.”

“I’m free,” Paige said. “There’s a coffee shop half a block away that’s open late.”

“Sounds great. Ready to go?”

She nodded. “I just need to grab my purse on our way out.”

Ten minutes later, Wes sat across from her at a small round table tucked in a back corner. He sipped his Americano.

“I would have taken you for the caramel macchiato type.” He eyed her mug, which was topped with whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles, and a candy cane. “Not peppermint hot chocolate.”

“It’s a Christmas drink. Not as traditional as eggnog, but a close second.”

She took a sip. When she lowered her mug from her mouth, a dollop of whipped cream stuck to her upper lip.

Wes shouldn’t be staring or wishing he could help her with it. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t. Fighting the urge to wipe it off, he handed her a napkin. “You have whipped cream on your mouth.”

“That always happens with these drinks.” She patted her face with the napkin. “But it’s worth it.”

Glad she thought so. Wes never imagined himself envying a napkin, especially when he wasn’t interested in dating.
Melissa McClone. The Wish Maker (Kindle Locations 513-523). Cardinal Press, LLC.

The slow build up to a relationship is both confusing and scary to Wes, he still has much to deal with, including the lies he didn’t correct regarding his ex.

Paige on the other hand has her own issues, always putting off things because of work.

The banter between the ‘Billionaires of Silicon Forest’ was as fun and snarky. Paige fits right in with this crew even though she fights the attraction to Wes. She wants more than just a fling and won’t date unless it can lead somewhere more than just the bedroom.

A thoroughly enjoyable Christmas read complete with small town events to warm your heart as Paige and Wes turn up the heat.

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

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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!