The Men of Elite Metal: Platinum, Zinc, & Francium By Rebecca Royce

The Men of Elite Metal
Platinum, Zinc, & Francium
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce


Meet the Men of Elite Metal…


When they try to take what belongs to him, they’ll discover just how deadly Platinum can be.


Zinc has nothing to prove–and everything to lose.


Just because he’s on the right side of the fight doesn’t mean she can trust him.

These books were previously published in 3 different anthologies. The author has received her rights back and is publishing them herself now. These stories are hot romances with jealous and possessive heroes. You have been warned.


This one tugged at my heartstrings in so many ways. We do some now and then with this one giving insight to the thoughts and feelings of both Platinum and Rose.

Platinum has a son no one on the team knows about. He has been supporting him anonymously since he learned of his existence.

He accidentally met his teacher while watching his class in the playground from a bench across the way. Rose was everything he wanted in a partner. Then he was torn away from that life, back to his team and the quest to find and destroy Red Wolf.

Rose was angry, he vanished without a word. Now she’s afraid for Kent, his grandmother killed and the two of them being shot at. She took him to the safest place she could think of, her parents cabin.

This is a favorite scene.

“Ms. Rose.”She jumped at the sound of his voice. So intent on listening for noises outside, she hadn’t noticed Kent awakened.

“Sweetheart. Come here.” She extended her arms and he walked into them. He needed to stay close where she could grab him if necessary. If he moved around too much or she was out of range and something happened, she’d never forgive herself.

“It happened, really? My Maw Maw, she’s dead.” He hadn’t quite gotten rid of the lisp sound when he made his s sounds, although it was much better than when he’d been in her class. The act left the impression of his being much younger than his actual age.

She saw children two years younger than him every day. Still, Kent seemed very small to her.

“It did.”

“The woman police officer, she came through the door. Shot my Maw Maw and then she wanted me. I ran. I hid. And then you came.”

Exactly the way he told the story earlier. Starts and stops, not much detail to hold onto. His Maw Maw started medicating him earlier in the year to help with his focus, which would have to be wearing off soon. The fact he’d slept at all surprised her. Trauma could trump anything going on in the body, it seemed. She’d never needed him to take medication when he’d been in her class. Since he was older, and the work was more taxing, the teachers complained more. Who was she to judge? She liked Kent focused or inattentive. Either way, he was a great kid.

“We’re going to be okay.” Lying to him seemed the kindest thing she could do.

“You always told us not to fib.”

She squeezed his arm. “Smarty-pants. Don’t you think I can figure out what to do?”

He was silent for a while and when he spoke again, his words surprised her. “Maybe we can call my dad.”
Royce, Rebecca. Platinum. Royce, Rebecca. Kindle Edition.

The past hurtles into the present, the sniper’s thoughts, the heartbreak, and more. There is much to explain and so much to lose. I loved every word and every tear I shed.

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Zinc wanted one thing from Steele when he took off his mask, the answer to a question. The question – Why did you leave me behind? Like all the other Zinc lost much when he became a Ghost. Only he didn’t have the years of freedom the others had in between.What happens when it wasn’t answered immediately was painful for both of them. Steele with a broken face literally, that required surgery and Zinc with no relief from the physical and emotional pain.

This book takes off quickly and Zinc’s mission is to get Steele’s sister Sarah out of the clutches of one of Red Wolf’s minions. Walter David. David is, among other things, a stop on the human trafficking pathway.

Sarah a CIA agent was taken for asking the wrong kind of questions about her brother Steele and Zinc’s deaths. Questions that led her to Red Wolf.

Zinc had always been attracted to Sarah, but she was off limits because of being his best friends sister. Now she was being held a sexual captive. His mission is to get her out. A mission that rapidly goes to hell.

Forced to bail on the plane after discovering Titanium’s pilot was working with Red Wolf. Then not able to return to headquarters because of possible infiltration. Sarah and Zinc/Zach are on the run until it’s safe to go in.

Zinc has migraines and issues with wrong words after one due to his healing brain.

A favorite passage is from the first stop on their journey.

“Do you know what I meant although I said the wrong thing? Probably if I try to self correct over the next few minutes I will continue to misspeak. So, I’m hoping you know what I…”As an answer, she placed the keycard in his outstretched hand. “Don’t worry, I speak Zach.”

He laughed at her response, the reaction catching him by surprise. “Then you’d be the only one. I’m not sure I speak me anymore.”
Rebecca Royce. Zinc. Royce, Rebecca. Kindle Edition.

Sarah has always fantasized about Zach, she figured she wasn’t his type. She couldn’t have been more wrong. These guys fall hard and fast, Zach is no exception.The action is intense and the sex is hotter than hot. And all that’s before her brother finds out.

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A big step in taking down any organization is finances. That is Russell “Francium” Burke’s Mission. While they had already been manipulating things so money was being heavily lost. The position they now had Remington Reagan, Red Wolf’s CFO, in was becoming critical and Russell was positioning himself to be his replacement.

Lara London-Reagan was trapped in a loveless marriage, held captive by actions she confessed to her husband before they were married. She’d about reached the end of her rope when she caught their new neighbor watching them having sex.

One thing about all these books is the strength of the women, Lara is no exception and she puts herself at great risk.

A favorite quote.

“I’m not a wilting flower. I mean, I have been, but before that I wasn’t. I was the kind of woman who knew how to get things done.”
Rebecca Royce. Francium. Royce, Rebecca. Kindle Edition.

I do love the ways the Elite crew persuade co-operation. Again this will cause a change in the initial plans but hey, whatever works.More surprises and hold your breath moments as Lara and Russell explore their relationship. This one with a little kink.

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

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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2020 Reading Challenge! The Red King – Wilde Justice Book 1 by Jenn Stark

I am going to try and do all of these.
I’m not a big fan of biographies
so November might be an issue.

Here’s January’s Book with a Color in the title.

The Red King
Wilde Justice Book 1
Jenn Stark


New world order,
new job,
new mission.

As the first Justice of the Arcana Council in two hundred years, Tarot-reading Sara Wilde is tasked with taking out the most dangerous magic-wielding criminals on the planet. Her first assignment? A killer known only as the Red King, who’s systematically picking off the world’s most gifted magicians in the rollicking streets and storied canals of Venice, Italy, on the eve of Carnevale.

Amidst the festival’s music, masks, and brightly colored costumes, Sara must unravel the truth about a brutal murderer from Venice’s own murky past, navigate the twisting political currents of magicians who seek to rival her own Council, and keep one costume change ahead of a conjurer whose lethal spells could end Justice–permanently. Good thing the diabolically sexy and deeply powerful Magician of the Arcana Council has Sara’s back…if only he didn’t hold so much of her heart as well.

The canals of Venice will run with blood when you deal in The Red King.

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As Justice of the Arcane Council, Sara Wilde is sort of winging it. I got a kick out of the first time she entered her office, the boxes and chaos were everywhere. Even as she defeats some interesting characters who come in via the pneumonic system, the cases in order of importance are piled high. Her friend and partner Nikki has been sorting things out a bit, then there’s Mrs French, the caretaker and the boys.

The one she needs to concentrate on is hinted at by two drug dealers. They were dealing in a technoceutical called Black Elixir which is fatal after the fifth dose. They also pointed to someone called the Red King as the, pardon the pun, Kingpin. This leads Nikki and Sara to Venice where it appears the ‘Butcher of Venice’ has made a reappearance along with other references to said Red King.

With powerful magicians showing up for Carnevale the danger becomes obvious as some of the younger ones are murdered. It seems some caught in the wave of magic now have enhanced abilities raising their status within that community.

Sara noting the activity at the villa next to their host’s, decides they need to investigation. In doing so they discover far more than they anticipated.

This is a favorite scene.

“Something’s wrong. Energy’s changed,” she said in a way that wasn’t so much psychic smart as cop smart. Before her stint as a Vegas psychic, Nikki had spent a lot of years on the Chicago police force to hone that kind of instinct, and her eyes had gone flat and hard. “We need to go.”

“But shouldn’t we—” I didn’t have a chance to finish my words before the first startled shout went up. Even in their pleasantly impaired state, the crowd darted away like startled fish as a man half staggered, half fell out of the house and into the courtyard. He was enormous, wearing a luxurious feathered cape and a long beaked mask that showed his mouth beneath it, but that mouth was now open in a horrible grimace. His arms were stretched wide, his body writhing. He chased away any who came close.

“Dollface…” Nikki said quietly. She was already edging toward the door, which was an open maw to the street, with frightened partiers spilling out. No screaming, no shouting, no chaos, just a party gone very badly wrong and everyone wanting to cut their losses. The official staff were mostly frozen in place except for some of the bouncers, who were circling in on the feathered man with a mixture of reverence, fear, and, worst of all, surprise.

“We can’t go,” I said tightly. “He’s been drugged. Like, a lot.”

I stepped forward, and the man looked up, apparently watching me through the mask. It was an unnerving experience because though I could see his mouth, I couldn’t see his eyes. “You!” he gasped, his entire body stiffening.

“You were—supposed to come! To save me! It wasn’t…it wasn’t my time!”

He doubled over in a fit of the shakes, and I reflexively looked for the slash over his right temple, gleaming in silver. Only…it wasn’t there. Instead, his head was surrounded surrounded with a faint corona of glowing purple light—which was definitely not the same thing.

The guy might be a technoceutical pusher and a dirtbag in his own right, but he wasn’t marked for Justice.

Stark, Jenn. The Red King: Wilde Justice, Book 1 (pp. 131-133). Elewyn Publishing. Kindle Edition.

This was the first murder of a magician attached to the senate and not the last.

We get to meet more of the council members and see more of Armaeus The Magician, Head of the Arcane Council, who is also Sara’s romantic interest.

Plenty of twists and turns, turmoil and death, suspense and a touch of romance as Sara with the help of Nikki, starts making her mark as Justice of the Arcane Council.

I will definitely be reading more of this series.

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Jenn Stark is a Golden Heart award-winning author of paranormal romance and urban fantasy. She lives and writes in Ohio. . . and she definitely loves to write. 🙂 In addition to her urban fantasy Immortal Vegas and Wilde Justice series and her paranormal romance Demon Enforcers series, she is also author Jennifer McGowan, whose Maids of Honor series of Young Adult Elizabethan spy romances are published by Simon & Schuster, and author Jennifer Chance, whose Rule Breakers series of New Adult contemporary romances are published by Random House/LoveSwept and whose modern royals series, Gowns & Crowns, is now available.

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Demon’s Revenge – Daughter of Winter Book 1.5 By Skye MacKinnon

Demon’s Revenge
Daughter of Winter Book 1.5
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sky MacKinnon


Aodh is dead.

My man, my beautiful man. Who pulled me from the darkness and gave me a chance of a life in the light.

Now he’s gone. And with him, all the goodness in me has left.

I’m going to have my revenge.

The world is going to burn.

Author’s Note:
This is a short Daughter of Winter spin-off, taking place between Winter Princess and Winter Heiress. It can be read as a stand-alone, but to fully immerse yourself in this world, I’d recommend reading Winter Princess first before reading this story. Or maybe after, if you like the characters in Demon’s Revenge.

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When Wyn’s Guardians find the gate surrounded by demon’s they knew they needed help. They called on Aodh and Chesca for a place to stay the night and plan. Aodh wasn’t satisfied with just housing them, he would fight and because he would so would Chesca. The battle is won, but Aodh is killed leaving Chesca bereaved and needing revenge.

When Chesca sends out a call, Jamie and Amara, two other reformed demons answer it. However they won’t help her with revenge.

This is a favorite scene.

I rack my brain if I know anyone this strong. There are a few ancient demons who could be the culprits, but most of them are so old that they have lost all interest in what happens outside their realm. They wouldn’t care about a Gate in the middle of nowhere. No, this has to be personal. They came here because of Wyn. There must be a connections somewhere…

“I see you’ve started the party without us,” a chirping voice comes from behind me and I whirl around only to find two demons smiling at me.

“Amara. Jamie. It’s good to see you.” I try and put some enthusiasm into my voice, but I’m dead inside. All I want to do is curl up and die – or make others die. Why am I spending time trying to investigate who sent those demons when I could just go into the Demon Realm and kill them all?

“What happened?” Jamie asks carefully as she looks around the battlefield.

“Aodh,” is all I say. They come forward for a hug but I step back. I can’t deal with emotions right now. No hugs, no pity, no smiles. All I want is blood.

“I’m so sorry,” Amara says, looking like she’s about to cry. “He was a special person. We wouldn’t be here without him, without you two.” Her voice breaks and Jamie puts an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. Aodh would do the same with me, was he still alive. He always gave me strength in moments of weakness. Now, I can no longer be weak.

“Is there anything we can do?” Jamie asks. “It looks like you killed everybody.”

I shake my head. “Not everybody. Not nearly enough. Want to help me kill some demons?”

They don’t show the enthusiasm I had hoped for. They’ve truly been reformed. Just like I thought I had been, until Aodh was taken away from me.

“Why were they here?” Amara asks slowly and I sigh.

“Long story. They were after someone, we helped her get to the Gate. This incubus said they’d been sent by ‘her’. No idea who that woman is. But Aodh is gone and I need revenge. So I’ll go to the Demon Realm and kill as many as I have to until I find answers.”

“Aodh wouldn’t want you to do this,” Amara whispers and tries to hug me again.

I step back. “Aodh isn’t here anymore. And I’m going to make whoever did this pay!”

I spread my wings and jump into the air, not looking back. If I have to do this alone, so be it.
MacKinnon, Skye. Demon’s Revenge: A Winter Princess Spin-Off: Daughter of Winter #1.5 . Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (193-210). Kindle Edition.

As Chesca goes on a killing spree in the Demon Realm she attracts attention of someone who can give her answers.

What she finds is surprising and scary and her revenge will not be gotten here.

This book gives some answers that are pertinent to the next book, Winter Heiress. I’m already reading that one.

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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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Lost & Found Pieces 2 – Four Lost & Found Short Stories by J.M. Madden

Lost and Found Pieces 2
Four Lost and Found Short Stories
Return of the Warrior – Sleeper SEALs: Flat Line
Mac & Roz
A Family Affair – Dogs of War: Chaos
Aiden & Angela
Oh Louie – Helping Hands, Healing Hearts: Healing Home
BB & Lincoln
Christmas Raine – Dogs of War: Catalyst
Raine & Noah
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
J.M. Madden


In this set we’ll catch up with some of your Lost and Found favorites, and introduce you to new ones! This is a 46,000 word set of short stories.

In Return of the Warrior we’ll catch up with Mac and Roz from Flat Line as she struggles to regain balance and maybe take a step forward in her life.

In A Family Affair Aiden has a surprise for his big brother John Palmer, but he’s left reeling when the tables are turned on him…

In Oh, Louie, BB Jones takes a sick puppy into her heart and home, and struggles to feel secure while Lincoln is deployed, especially when faced with an unexpected gift.

Raine Walters fights to bring the holiday spirit to the tortured men that the Dogs of War have recovered in Christmas Raine.

Return of the Warrior

I have to confess I went back to read Flat Line to refresh my memory about how Mac and Roz met. I’m very glad I did because they really did need to have their story continued from there.

Roz is a very strong woman and Mac has a great deal of respect for her. She’s been through so many traumatic experiences and she’s starting to deal with her issues.

Mac has been with her since before the last attack and he was pleasantly surprised when she asked him to return to the cabin with her. Now it’s almost Christmas and he’s made some changes to himself that Roz has noticed.

I love Mac’s cat and this is a favorite scene.

Cracking the book open on his lap, he leaned back the chair, waiting to see if she would talk. On nights like these, though she was upset, he loved the closeness of having someone to talk to in the depths of the night.

“Your cat has no manners,” she said finally.

Mac looked at Oliver. He wasn’t a bad cat, just a starving stray that he’d found in the back alley behind his Columbus townhouse. But he’d been a solid companion for many years. “He knows when somebody is hurting,” Mac said.

Roz look looked at the cat out of the corner of her eyes. “Is that why he jumps on me all the time?”

“I’m sure,” Mac said. “He’s gotten me through a lot of long nights.”

Roz gave him a deliberate look. She knew he had bad nights as well and he was okay with that. If it brought her focus away from her own hurt, he would expose anything he needed to.

“He’s okay, I suppose.”

Mac grinned and reached for his tea.

“He likes it up here. And I’m not sure if you noticed but he’s caught several moles and mice around the cabin.”

Roz made a face. “Yes, I know,” she said, “he keeps leaving the bodies on the front porch.” Mac grinned again.

“Hey, at least he’s getting them.”

Roz looked at the cat contort into a position to lick his private parts, and she snorted. “I suppose.”

Max decided it was time to change the subject. “Did you talk to your son tonight?”

Frowning, she sighed. “Yes, but he didn’t have a lot of time to talk. He was on his way to the airport.”

Mac tried not to scowl. “Where the heck is he going now?”

“The Dominican Republic. He’s with some group going down to do volunteer work. I guess it’s worth half his grade.”

“But did it have to be planned over Christmas?” Mac asked.

Roz shrugged. “Supposedly that’s when they need the most support.”

Mac used the finger to mark a space in the book and prop it on his lap. “That just doesn’t seem right.”
J.M. Madden. Lost and Found Pieces 2 (Kindle Locations 153-170).

Encouraged, a plan is put into place for the holidays and fun ensues. I loved their journey into something more than comfortable friendship and seeing old friends.

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Family Affair

Once again I decided I had to re-read the book where these two met. Chaos was a favorite of mine. I’m also going to have to go back to Lost and Found Pieces 1. It’s been a while and I love these characters so very much.

It’s Christmas at John and Shannon’s. The twins Wyatt and Caden are growing fast and at eighteen months old into a lot. This holiday is very different for Aiden in that he isn’t hiding in the shadows like before.

His relationship with Angela has also grown and flourished in this time and sharing this holiday with her just brings them closer.

This is a favorite scene.

Aiden knelt down beside the boys and looked at the ornaments, his attention caught by one in particular. It had the Navy SEAL crest on it, and his name in gilt along the bottom. His throat tightened as he looked at every individual letter of his name. Then he reached out and ran his thumb over the blue globe.

The boys’ chatter faded as he looked over the rest of the tree. It was beautiful. He’d been around Christmas trees before, but none had had his name on them, even when he was little. If his mother had decorated, he certainly didn’t remember it, and the orphanage had been too poor. They might have had a tree and he might have gotten a present, but it had surely been a generic boy gift, probably donated or handed down.

Nodding to the boys, distracted, he looked around the room. Shannon had decorated the house and tree beautifully, but that tiny little detail, that ornament, made it feel more like a home to him than anything else. He looked at Shannon. She stood with her hand on John’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he told her, but she shook her head, nodding her chin at John. “He did it. Not me.”

Aiden looked at John, and there was an understanding there that very few people in the entire world would get.

Wyatt turned his head forcefully to look at him. Aiden grinned as the boy told him something and Aiden felt the emotion more than the spoken words. He reached out and hugged the little man who looked so much like his big brother. Aiden expected him to wiggle away, but he let Aiden hold him for several long seconds before being distracted by his brother.

Angela brought the present bags toward the tree, distracting the boys even more. At eighteen months old, they were very pleasure driven. Everything was supposed to make them happy, or they objected. And now, as Shannon told them they couldn’t open the bags yet, they yowled.

“After dinner,” she said firmly.

Angela had brought a broccoli casserole. She disappeared into the kitchen with Shannon, leaving John and Aiden to watch the boys.

“It’s a little weird, isn’t it?” John asked him, sitting back in the chair as the boys played on the floor.

“What?” Aiden asked.

“Real life.”

Aiden laughed, feeling exposed, but nodded. “Very. I’m trying to be all cool and sh-crap,” he changed quickly, glancing at the boys, “but the holidays put me on edge.”
J.M. Madden. Lost and Found Pieces 2 (Kindle Locations 504-522).

There’s more than one surprise that brought tears to my eyes.

I thoroughly enjoyed seeing so many of my favorite couples and sharing this holiday with them.

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Oh, Louie

I’ve loved Lincoln and BB since I met them Healing Home. With Lincoln now deployed she’d found a closer friendship with Mary. and some of the other wives and girlfriends

Her loneliness was pulling at her and when Mary calls about a Frenchie puppy in need, she immediately embraces the challenge.

Now nursing the tiny puppy to a point where he can have the needed surgery was just the beginning. She also finds she is pregnant but can’t tell Lincoln until she hears from him.

This is a favorite scene.

Lincoln was going to freak.

Tears filled her eyes as she thought about bringing a little Lincoln into the world, with dark hair and his brilliant colored eyes. She would need to run to the drug store to get a test, but in her heart she was almost positive she was going to have a baby.

Even more desperately she wished Lincoln would call.

Mary seemed to sense that something was going on but BB didn’t want to tell her if she could avoid it. If at all possible, Lincoln should be the first to know. Should she write him a letter and hope it got to him? There was a program called Sandbox Letters that Mary had told her about but she hadn’t tried the service yet. Did she dare? Maybe if she technically told him about the baby before Mary guessed she wouldn’t feel so bad.

Or maybe she should just wait. By her estimates, if she was counting correctly, she was probably two to two and a half months along. Maybe waiting another two months until he came home would be smart. She was a little older and wasn’t there a point in the pregnancy when it was assumed the baby was safe? Like the first trimester or something.

Just the thought of finally holding a baby in her arms, her child, was shocking. And thrilling. And a little horrifying. She wasn’t sure how exactly she’d managed to get pregnant, but she would accept the joy, happily.

Suddenly, the realization that she was going to have a baby hit her hard. They were going to have to prepare. Just the thought of all the stuff they needed to get… crap… They were going to need Lamaze classes and maybe even a new house. The two-bedroom beach house was fine for now but she would have to give up her office for the baby.

Louie whined and she moved to pet him, distracted.

Then Frankie moved in beside him, taking her hand. BB snorted, loving that her dogs seemed to sense her disquiet.

At a loss, she sank down into her comfy chair on the far side of the room. No, she thought, pushing up, she needed to plan. Grabbing a note pad she flipped to a fresh page, sank back down into the chair, then just stared, not having any idea where to start.

Maybe… maybe it would be smart to head to her house up north. She needed to decide what to do with it anyway. It had been vacant pretty much since she and Lincoln had gotten together. It would get them out of town and she wouldn’t slip with the information.

Or maybe she should slip with the information. Mary, who’d had three kids, would be an invaluable resource right now.

Shit. For one of the only times in her life she had no idea what to do.

Louie whined and she looked down. That’s what she would do; she would take the dogs for a walk. And when she got back she would make a cup of tea and try to work out her priorities.
J.M. Madden. Lost and Found Pieces 2 (Kindle Locations 1004-1026).

Between planning the changes required for the baby and missing Lincoln, this book had me crying and impressed.

Lincoln’s homecoming is the best! A perfect holiday read.

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Christmas Raine

This one has me wanting time to fly. Raine is a nurse caring for the more recovered men that had been rescued. There are serious challenges here, but she needs to bring some Christmas into the starkness of the environment.

Her boss, Dr. Elizabeth Wilkes has no problem with her doing it and even makes it part of the budget.

With her plans settled, all she needs to do is get through her shift. She first encounters Noah as she’s rushing to change after getting drenched helping a patient. The second time as she hurries back to calm yet another charge. But it’s their third encounter that’s the most interesting.

This is a favorite scene.

Raine didn’t know what to think when she answered her apartment door early the next morning and found a lazily smiling hot hunk in the hallway. Noah was leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed, looking way too sexy for seven-thirty in the morning.

Raine, who’d been just about to leave, fumbled to a stop, purse and car keys swinging from her hand. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.

Noah’s black brows lifted. “A little birdy told me you would be going shopping this morning and might need a truck. I’m here to volunteer my services.”

She stared at him dumbly for a moment, then her eyes slid down his muscular shape of their own volition. “You’re volunteering to be my grunt?” she asked, incredulous. “And driver?”

His golden eyes twinkled. “Well, I suppose I am.”

“What’s it going to cost me?” she asked suspiciously.

“Breakfast,” he said immediately. “Don’t care where, just soon.”

Laughing, she hoisted her purse higher on her shoulder. “Done,” she agreed, and they walked down the hallway together. Raine had to wonder what the heck she was doing because Noah was so incredibly intense. He was probably one of the most intense men she’d ever met. So why was she going to breakfast with him? Maybe because she’d seen a flash of insecurity in his expression when he’d offered? And humor? Yesterday she’d seen brooding and angry. The humor was intriguing.

It was a little awkward riding down the elevator with him to the parking garage. They had seen each other a couple of times in the building, but yesterday had been their first interaction of any length, so it seemed a little odd to be getting into a vehicle with him. He was barely more than a stranger. Anxiety churned in her stomach.

With her mother’s remonstrations about being safe chanting in her head, she drew out her phone. She typed off a quick message to Paul to let him know what she was doing. He had probably just started his shift so he may not see it for a bit, but at least she was covered in case Noah turned out to be a serial killer or something. Glancing into the back as surreptitiously as she could she looked for anything out of the ordinary.

“I keep the ropes and duct tape in the very back,” he murmured as he hit a button overhead to let them out of the garage.

Her mouth dropped open at his words and the bottom fell out of her stomach.

Then she looked at him and saw the glint of humor in his golden eyes. Without thought she reached out and punched him in the shoulder. He winced a little, then grinned.

“You’re bad,” she groused. “Why would you scare me like that?”

“What?” he grinned. “Ropes for the tree. I thought that was why you needed the SUV.”

Raine stared at him, wondering if she’d completely misread the situation. No, she hadn’t. She glared and he laughed again, holding up a hand. “Okay, I might be teasing you a little. I could almost see all the warnings you’ve ever received in your life marching across your face. ‘What’s that pretty little woman doing with the big, scary, black dude. He has to be kidnapping her…’”

He snorted derisively, shaking his head.

“You have no idea how close you are,” she laughed, a little uncomfortably. “Where I was brought up people of any color were few and far between, and not looked upon without suspicion, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“College opened my eyes a lot, though. As well as dealing with my patients. We’re all the same,” she said simply. “Your blood is as red as mine.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. “You are very right.”

“And my worry about being kidnapped is not color specific. My mother warned me to stay away from men in general, especially handsome men.”

She snapped her mouth shut, praying he hadn’t caught that bit, but of course he did.

“Handsome, hm?”
J.M. Madden. Lost and Found Pieces 2 (Kindle Locations 1792-1823).

With the decorations, an unusual occurrence, a tearful and beautiful story unfolds.

The interactions with patients especially Haven, the first kiss from Noah and so much more has me wanting the next book in the Dogs of War, ‘Catalyst’.

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

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

She also dearly loves to hear from readers! So, drop her a line. She’ll respond.

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Changes and Chocolates – Untouchable Book 2 By Heather Long

Changes and Chocolates
Untouchable Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


170 some odd days left in my senior year and everything has changed. I went from untouchable to dating my best friends to making out to being betrayed. Why can’t they understand humiliating and controlling me doesn’t say I care?

Could this get any worse?

We’ve all crossed lines. Broken the rules.

Ian had asked me to Homecoming.

Jake spent the night in my bed.

Coop and I had made out on the sofa.

But Archie? Archie and I had blown past all of them.


I had to get out of here more than ever. Change was inevitable. College was coming. That was where my focus needed to be. Not on the four guys I adored. Our friendship was everything and there wasn’t enough chocolate in the world to salvage this situation.

Losing them for a few months hurt.

Losing them forever might be inevitable, but it would be unbearable.

If you haven’t read the first book, stop right now and go read it!

This book takes up right where we left off. Before Archie’s party and after the discovery of Frankie’s Mom and Archie’s Dad in a lip lock.

Frankie is mad at all of them, they all knew and no one told her. She’s hurt and the guys just don’t get it. She doesn’t leave the party right away though. She’s still curious about the identity of Mr. Thorns and he’s supposed to reveal himself tonight. Still she’s not sure how long she can deal with everyone.

Frankie has a friend she didn’t know she had in Rachel. I love this girl, she steps in and does some blocking of her own.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

“Frankie,” he said, his voice low. “Come on, seriously? Don’t…”

“Don’t what? Make a decision for myself? Decide I’m worth more than you guys plotting behind my back? Decide that you keeping an epic secret from me because— what? You thought it would hurt me? Did it hurt me less finding out how I did?”

“First— I’m not apologizing for the Frenchy thing. I don’t know that guy and more, I don’t want to know him. I’ve wanted you for years. The first inclination you show toward dating and you’re going out with some other guy? Not happening. Not without making it clear I care and I think I made it pretty damn clear and so did you.”

Heat flooded my face. Yes, he had made it clear.

“That said, I’m glad we didn’t have to do it. I never want to hurt you.”

I scoffed.

“You think I’m lying…”

“I think you already hurt me.”

He slid his hand down my arm and then closed over my hand even as I curled it into a fist. “I’m sorry that it hurt you. That I can say sorry about. Hurting you wasn’t the intention.” Sighing, he glanced past me toward the pool. “Can we get out of here? Just you and me? I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

I almost crumpled, right there. I just— I needed a hug. I needed someone to tell me this was all going to be okay. I wanted to go back to that floaty feeling I had that morning before Archie told me about the plan and before I’d seen my mom and Archie’s dad.

“You missed us this summer,” he reminded me. “We missed you. Please don’t make me miss you again standing right there…”

My resolve wavered. I was mad but…

“Hey Frankie,” Rachel Manning calling me was probably the second to the last thing I wanted to happen right now. Jake scowled, but the other girl was a lifeline whether she knew it or not and I was drowning.

“Hey, Rachel,” I said, turning and trying to tug my hand out of Jake’s grasp. “What’s up?”

She was solo. Where had her posse gone? Cheryl and the others were by the pool with Maria. Sharon was standing right amidst the other football players, dead in front of Ian, but his arms were folded and he stared across the pool to where we were. Coop wasn’t on my lounger, he’d moved to the patio and looked to be arguing with Archie.

What were they fighting about?

You know, no, I focused on Rachel and finally Jake let me go because I think he got the point that I wasn’t going to stop. His sigh spoke volumes though.

“Just thought I’d see if you had a minute. I know it’s a party— but you think you have time to go over some poetry with me?”

Seriously? Homework help?

“It’s a party, Manning,” Jake said, scowling. “She’s not your private tutor.”

“I don’t think I was talking to you dickhead,” Rachel retaliated. “And since she was trying to get away from you, maybe you should take a hint.”

And okay… “Sure, I can give it a few minutes, but it’s a party and everyone else looks like they’re having fun.”

Rachel shrugged. “You’re not and I think you could use the break.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong.


“I’m going to talk to Rachel,” I told him firmly and tried not to drown in those pale eyes. Jake never let me get away with anything and he had to know I was bolting.

It was written all over his face.

“Don’t leave,” he said, then added. “Please. Just don’t take off?”

“No promises.” It was the best I could do. I folded my arms again and faced Rachel. “Want to take a walk out in the garden? It’s quieter. Probably be able to hear ourselves think.” Because someone had cranked the music louder.

Jake loomed over us both but Rachel ignored him. “Sure, sounds good. See you dickhead.”

“Bitch,” Jake muttered under his breath as we walked away and I shot him a look over my shoulder. Seriously? The impatient look he gave Rachel before he met my gaze answered that question. I wanted to reassure him but Rachel bumped me and I glanced at her.

“He’s cranky. Sulking will do him some good. Besides, you really do look miserable.”

I really was miserable.

Didn’t mean I wanted to talk to her about it.

“Thanks,” I said, not bothering to hide my sarcasm. “This is my best hair shirt look.”

She grinned as she pushed open the gate. “Huh, maybe you need more Elizabeth Barrett Browning in your life,” she said as I followed her into the low-lit garden and the music faded behind us.

I needed something.
Heather Long. Changes and Chocolates: Untouchable Book Two (Kindle Locations 341-379).

Frankie has so much going on, you know it has to catch up to her sooner or later. It’s a good thing she has the guys, but she needs girl friends too.

We see more of her relationship with her mother and Archie’s dad, and meet Ian’s folks too.

Archie really steps up in this one, I think I’m in love.

There’s a wide range of emotions this book will take you through, laughter, anger, dismay, tears, friendship, love just to name a few.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this 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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Scot Under the Covers – Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 2 by Suzanne Enoch

Scot Under the Covers
Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 2
NY Times Bestselling Author
Suzanne Enoch


When a resourceful English lady
and a hot-blooded Highlander
join forces to trick a scoundrel,
every rule will be broken!

Miranda Harris is known for her charm, wit, and ability to solve any problem she encounters. But when her brother lands neck-deep in gambling debt to a crafty villain and Miranda is subsequently blackmailed into marrying him, she must enlist the help of the devil himself to save the family honor―and herself.

Devilishly handsome Highlander Aden MacTaggert knows next to nothing about the ways of the ton, but he most certainly knows his way around gaming halls and womens’ hearts. Still, Aden is not sure how he’ll manage to find a Sassenach bride in time to save his family’s inheritance. When his almost sister-in-law Miranda comes to him for assistance, he proposes a partnership: She will help him navigate London society and he’ll teach her everything about wagering…and winning back her freedom. The beautiful, clever lass intrigues Aden―but is she playing her own game, or are the sparks between them real? He is accustomed to risking his pocket. But betting on Miranda’s love is a game he can’t afford to lose. . .

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Aden MacTaggert and his brothers have to find English brides, or they will lose their inheritance including their home in Scotland.

With one brother happily married, Aden and his eldest brother Coll are left with the daunting prospect of navigating the balls of London’s Social season.

Miranda Harris is sister to the man who is to marry Aden’s sister Eloise. She catches Aden’s eye the first time they meet. She isn’t like all the other fluttering maids, she’s outspoken and witty. She also has an extreme aversion to anyone who gambles. Rightly so, since her brother has managed to lose so much money, his only way out is for her to marry the man he owes.

The stray dog Aden adopts provides amusement, including convincing folks the female dog is a male.

This is a fun, intriguing romp, with danger, some sizzle and a lot of plotting and planning. If ever two people belong together it’s Aden and Miranda.

I have to go back and read the first book to see how Niall, their younger brother, met and married his lady.

I can’t wait to read Coll’s story!

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A lifelong lover of books, Suzanne Enoch has been writing them since she learned to read. She is the author of two well-received traditional Regencies, 24 and counting England-set Historical Romances, four contemporary Romantic Suspense novels, and a growing number of Scottish Highlands Historical Romances including the October 2016 release of HERO IN THE HIGHLANDS (Book One in the No Ordinary Hero trilogy).

A native and current resident of Southern California, Suzanne lives with a green parakeet named Kermit, some very chirpy finches, and a small army of Star Wars figures (including a life-size Yoda). Her books regularly appear on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists, and when she’s not busily working on her next book or staging fights with action figures, she likes to read, play video games, and go to the movies with her large and supportive village.

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Release Blog Tour for Toxic Vengeance – Vengeance Book 4 by Kaylea Cross

Celebrating the release
of a new, romantic suspense title
from Kaylea Cross
You will not want to miss this series!

Toxic Vengeance
Vengeance Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


A past poisoned by lies.

Toxins expert Eden Foster was trained never to get close to anyone. She’s only broken that rule twice, and each time it ended in heartbreak. Her mentor was murdered in front of her, and now the man she was forced to deceive and leave behind has suddenly become a threat. She wants justice, but the only way she’ll get it is by joining forces with the only man to pose a threat to her guarded heart—the CIA contractor tasked with capturing and turning her in.

Risking a second chance could cost them everything.

Zack Maguire has spent his entire adult life serving his country, but this time, he’s torn between duty and his heart. Eden might not be the woman he thought she was, but he refuses to accept that everything between them was a lie. If she’s being hunted, he’s all in. He won’t sit back and do nothing when her life is on the line. As the danger mounts, he’ll do anything to protect her. And when their enemies close in, the only way they’ll live long enough to have a second chance is to let go of the past and learn to trust each other.

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Eden knew exactly who Zack was. He was her way to her mark, but she also managed to fall for him. The time with him had her letting herself pretend to be the person she would like to have been. However she had no choice but to leave him. There was someone else who needed killing.

Zack fell for the beautiful flight attendant, he had no clue she wasn’t who she said she was. Everything checked out with her id both with CIA and other checks. He had no idea that everything was about to change for him when he ran into her after his next target ends up dead.

This is a favorite scene.

He focused back on her, the hard set of her features, and made a snap decision. It meant breaking his cover, but he was willing to pay the consequence to get Nina out of here. “If you want to live, come with me now.” Grabbing her arm, he turned them and began leading her down the hall.

She was stiff at first, so stiff he tightened his grip, then she relented, jaw tense.

He dragged her through one of the side doorways just as more security agents rushed in through another. Zack glanced around the brick courtyard. They were already locking the estate down. His car was parked out on the road but they’d already closed the main gate.

He released her arm but snagged her hand to make it look like they were a couple, and held on tight in case she had other ideas. Once they were clear, he was going to get some answers. “We’re gonna have to scale the wall.”

She didn’t say a word, just hurried toward it with him. Twenty feet from the eight-foot-high structure, she broke free of his grip with a practiced move that took him off guard, and ran toward it. He watched, stunned, as she jumped up to catch the top, then nimbly swung over it and dropped down on the other side like a pro. Zack quickly followed suit, half-expecting to have to chase after her when he landed.

But she was standing there scanning the road instead. “We’re clear, but we need to hurry.”

The contrast between this tough, capable woman and the one he’d thought he’d been falling in love with was jarring. Just who the hell was she, really? Not the flight attendant she’d pretended to be when they’d met in St. Petersburg all those months ago, that much was clear.

And he was really, really concerned that she might be a whole lot worse.

“This way.” He grabbed her arm again, his mind still reeling, and hurried them to his car. Cops had been stationed near the mansion for extra security. They were just coming down the road as he pulled away from the curb and got them away from the estate. But he wanted answers, and he couldn’t hold back for another second.

“Who are you?” he demanded, a sinking feeling taking hold in his gut.

The night they’d met in St. Petersburg he’d been posing as an American businessman trying to get in with an arms dealer. He’d seen her sitting at the hotel bar in that tight skirt suit uniform, and her welcoming smile had made his brain short-circuit. Her cover story had checked out, and he’d been so sure the attraction was mutual that he’d invited her to be his date to an event with the arms dealer the following night.

Throughout all their time together she’d never done or said anything to make him suspicious that she wasn’t who she claimed to be. Not once, for that entire three-day weekend they’d been glued to each other, and then every time they’d met afterward over the next seven weeks.

Until he’d woken alone in that Moscow hotel the last time and found the note she’d left, leaving him bewildered and crushed.

Now it all made a horrible kind of sense, and he was a fucking idiot for ever falling for her ruse.

“My name’s Eden,” she said quietly.

He shot her a sideways glance as he sped down the darkened street. She looked the same as Nina had, but there was a hard edge to her now that hadn’t been there before. He had no idea if she was telling the truth or not, but he’d be a fucking idiot to trust one word that came out of her mouth. A mouth he’d known intimately not too long ago, and still dreamed about it moving over his skin.

“Did you kill Terzi?” He couldn’t believe he was asking that, but it was impossible to ignore the evidence before him. Because this was the second time the man he’d been trying to gain the trust of had died of probable poisoning while she was around.

She didn’t respond. And that was all the answer he needed.

Goddammit. He bit down hard to stifle the expletive that threatened to burst out of his mouth. She’d used him to get an intro to her previous target. Had made him think she felt something for him. But he’d been a means to an end, nothing more, and now she’d just fucked-up a five-month-long sting to nail Terzi and his inner circle.

But then why spend all that time with him after the job was done in St. Petersburg? Why pretend she’d felt something for him for so long? Unless she’d been hoping to kill someone else he was connected to, and when she decided he was no longer of use, she’d ghosted on him.

“Who are you, really?” he ground out, pissed off at himself as much as her.

Her gaze was fixed on the side mirror as he drove. “Just drop me off at the next street.”

“No way. I have to take you in.” His CIA contacts would want to question her—right after he did.

She snorted. “That’s not happening.”

Anger punched through him, surprising him with its force. “Oh, it’s happening.” He turned right at the next light and sped through the light traffic. He wanted to get her some place safe so they could talk in private, find out what the hell was going on and who she was working for. “In the meantime, you need to explain what—”

He broke off at the sound of the door opening, gaped in astonishment as Nina/Eden dove out onto the road and rolled away from the car.

“Jesus Christ!” He hammered the brake, wrenched his gaze up to the rearview mirror as “Eden” rolled to a stop on the pavement behind him, then popped up like a seasoned stuntwoman and darted for the sidewalk.

Zack threw the car into park and jumped out to chase her. He bounded over a hedge and tore after her, his shoes pounding against the pavement. Just as he rounded the corner he caught a flash of her as she veered from the sidewalk back toward the road, then lost sight of her in the traffic waiting at the light.

Cursing under his breath, he searched frantically left and right as traffic passed by. Where the hell was she? She couldn’t have gone far.

He glanced back at his vehicle—

Just in time to see her hop into it and drive away.

Swearing, Zack whipped around and raced after her, urgency screaming through him. He couldn’t lose her. Not after all this time, not after what she’d done. But his efforts were useless. Within seconds she’d blown past him and had vanished from sight.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he muttered, pulling out his cell phone to report it, even as he knew it was a waste of time. By the time anyone located his car, she would be long gone.
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The way she ditched him was priceless and had me giggling. However things get serious pretty quickly.

Tiffany finds her just as her handler is killed and she just barely manages to avoid getting shot. Since Eden knows Kiyomi that’s the person Tiffany gets on the line and Eden learns the horrible truth that they are all being targeted.

Rycroft lures Zack to a meeting in the UK where instead of the man he meets up with Eden again, and gets a choice to help or leave.

Plenty of action, very emotional, suspenseful and even romantic as this story unfolds with more information and mystery and some laughter too.

I can’t wait for the next book!

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Kaylea Cross

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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