Purgatory City – Through The Gates Book 1 by Rebecca Royce & Skye MacKinnon

Purgatory City 
Through the Gates Book 1
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Rebecca Royce
Skye Mac Kinnon


Play the Game or die.

Alone in a desolate world ravaged by war and alien invasion, Eileen Paine offers herself to indentured servitude in Purgatory City—a chance at a different life.

No one knows what happens beyond the gates, but it has to be better than the peril in the Blastlands. Nothing could have prepared her for the darkness, the tests, the changes, or the people she meets. Least of all being changed and controlled by the aliens in power.

With no guarantee of success, eliminations happening frequently, and the threat of potential allies becoming enemies, does Eileen have what it takes to survive? And when her heart gets involved, can she live with what she has to do to escape Purgatory?

When I started reading this I wasn’t sure what to expect. I sure didn’t expect cages and voices. The terrain Eileen was to navigate was foreign and she is given very little direction. On that first challenge she meets Clay, X and Y, and Kenny who was on the cage next to her joins as well. What ensues is an initiation of sorts, one where she believes she’s going to die.

This is a favorite scene.

Both men stared at me, not saying a word. I felt a little uncomfortable under their intense gaze, but I kept looking straight ahead, taking both of them in. Their bodies were athletic and lithe, perfect for surviving in whatever cruel game we were playing. I bet they could outrun me without even breaking a sweat.

Suddenly, the guy on the left shot forward, wrapping his hands around my throat. We tumbled to the ground, my back hitting a sharp stone. I would have screamed if his hands hadn’t prevented me from breathing. I struggled against his grip, but he shifted around until he was sitting on top of me, using his body weight to subdue me. I tried to pry his hands off, but he was too strong. No matter how much I scratched him, he didn’t let go.

Black spots began to shimmer in front of my eyes. Now would have been a really good moment for Tim to resurface. There were sounds in the background, but my eyes started to buzz, droning out the voices. I was becoming too weak to struggle.

I was dying.

He was killing me.

“Oh no, he’s not.”

Tim’s voice rang through my brain, loud and clear. A moment later, pain filled my skull and my vision disappeared, followed by a loud bang. The hands around my throat vanished, and I drew in a ragged breath, almost too weak to breathe.

Then there was silence. I still couldn’t see, but nobody spoke to tell me what was happening. Time seemed to pass quickly but there was nothing I could do about it. My throat hurt like hell, and my lungs were burning. Why had that bastard tried to kill me? Had it been their plan all along?

Slowly, the darkness receded a little.

“Can you stand up?” Tim asked in my head after what felt like forever.

I doubted it. I couldn’t even blink my eyes open. I was weak as a baby, unable to move, unable to speak.

“Seems I need to work on this defense tech,” he muttered, almost as if to himself, which was kind of ironic seeing that it was him in my brain and not the other way round. “If it leaves you unable to run after deployment, it’s of no use.”

None of what he said made sense. I wish I could have asked him, but even swallowing was almost impossible. I wrenched my eyes open and groaned. Okay. I wasn’t being attacked anymore. The one who had been doing it was across the space, holding his head, and I clearly had done something to him, even if I couldn’t remember what that was.

“Interesting,” Kenny chuckled, his voice crazed once again. “I didn’t expect that. You were out for an entire hour.“

Clay groaned. “Neither did I. Nice trick, Eileen.”

Sounds of footsteps were followed by someone putting a hand on my forehead. “Wow, you’re burning up.

What did those bastards do to you?”

“She’s a new generation,” a new voice said. It had to be X or Y. “Sorry, lass. I had to know if they’d modified you. Only major threats reveal the tech they’ve implanted in you. Guess this is our lucky day.”

My throat hurt, and Tim wasn’t commenting. For all the tech that was apparently installed inside of me, healing me was clearly not a priority. They didn’t want me dead yet? Great. I was on board with that, but he could have thrown in a throat lozenge, and I’d have been thrilled with that, too.

Not that we’d had any for years. I rubbed my throat, and Clay bent over to hand me some hot tea. They must have brought supplies with them. I gladly took the mug.

The man grimaced. “Sorry about your throat. He wouldn’t have killed you. I mean, you would have passed out, but unless he was instructed to kill, X wasn’t going to do that.”

I leaned forward. “It was a dick move. Coming in here like you’re friendly, like you want to be some kind of big instructor and friend in this hellhole, and going for my throat? That is really low. Although, maybe I should be thanking you because your little test did teach me more than anything else could have.”

The fire they’d lit outside the cabin crackled as Y threw a stick into it. After X’s apology, those two had gone back to being silent. Clay had been right about them. They didn’t talk much. I preferred it that way.

Ken laughed, sitting back on his elbows. “No heroes in here, Eileen. I don’t like your name. I’m going to come up with something else. I’ll let you know when I decide what it is.”

I’d never cared for nicknames. “Don’t hurt yourself trying.”
Rebecca Royce; Skye MacKinnon. Purgatory City: Through The Gates Book One (Kindle Locations 274-309). Peryton Press.

These guys are all controlled by different voices, and her ‘Tim’ was a bit more helpful than theirs.

Eileen is snarky, efficient and sexy. The guys are handsome and protective even when they shouldn’t be.

An interesting, thrill packed tale with the beginnings of a reverse harem as Eileen finds she doesn’t want to be without any of them.

I can’t wait to read the next step in their journey!

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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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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Colton – SEALs of Honor Book 23 By Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 23
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


His next flight becomes a fight for his life …
and the life of the two pilots.

Colton is helping out on a training session in Greenland, currently in midair. The copilot is a woman he knew intimately and had planned to reconnect with, only life never seemed to give him that window. His flight turns into a nightmare as the engine blows, and he, along with the two pilots, are forced to abandon the bird and jump into the Arctic Ocean.

Kate Winnows might not have been overjoyed to see Colton as her only passenger, but she’s darn happy he’s here when all hell breaks loose. She’d never forgotten him. Had hoped to reconnect but, like him, her life was busy, finding each of them all over the planet. Now she needs him to help her save her reputation, her job and possibly her life … again. And, if she can make it happen, she wants a second chance to show him what he means to her.

Especially when they find out the crash was no accident but just the tip of the iceberg in a case involving blackmail, drugs and … murder.

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I was holding my breath from the beginning of this book, right off the bat we’ve got the plane Colton’s on going down. The pilot he doesn’t know but he does know the co-pilot Kate. Love the way Colton just takes charge to be sure they all get out. Hypothermia is a real issue.

This is a favorite scene.

Just ten feet above the water he quickly unbuckled his chute and dropped it. Kate had hit the surface on his left, and George had splashed down on his right. He was in between them. Closing his legs, he slammed into the water and kicked hard to resurface.

Breaking through the ocean, he checked on the others. George was closest and still struggling. Colton headed toward him first. “Stay calm. I’ll cut your lines.” With his knife, Colton cut the buckles, pulling the lines away. “Can you swim?”

George nodded. “Just not well.”

“Try to float,” Colton said. “I’ve got to get Kate.” And he headed to where Kate was, trying to undo her buckles. Once everything got soaking wet, it was that much harder to maneuver. He knew her fingers would start to freeze soon, faster if she panicked.

He called out to her, “I’m here. Calm down. Control the panic.”

She took several deep breaths, and he could see the fear in her eyes as she looked at him. “Tread water gently,” he said. “I’ll cut you free.”

Then he quickly got her buckles cut and helped her get out of the harness. “Can you swim?”

She nodded and started to strike out hard. “Don’t swim too hard or too fast,” he said. “You’ll burn up your energy. Hypothermia is our demon to beat.”

She shot him a look.

George still struggled. Colton’s SEALs training kicked in, and he put George into an assisted floating position. With Kate at his side, he told George, “Stay strong. The boats are coming.”

George’s teeth were already chattering. “I didn’t expect to go out like this.”

“You’re not going out like this,” Colton said fiercely. “Fight. We just have to stay afloat until they get here.”

They floated, looped together, trying to preserve their strength and heat.

“What happened to the plane that caused the fire?” Colton asked after a moment.

Kate shook her head. “Explosion in the left engine. None of our diagnostics gave a reason. It was all fine, and then it wasn’t.”

“A bomb?” he asked.

“Possibly,” George said, “but it easily could have been a damaged fuel line. I don’t know. But something caused it to explode, and now nothing will be left for the military to discern what happened.”

“Sounds like you guys have enemies,” Colton joked.

“Yes,” George said, his teeth still chattering.

Colton hated to say it, but George wasn’t doing well. “George, you have to hang on. The boats will be here in a few minutes. Tell me about this enemy you’re talking about.”

“I’m supposed to testify against two coworkers— two pilots,” he said. “They were smuggling drugs.”

Colton’s breath gushed out in a whoosh. “Wow,” he said. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, I know,” George whispered.

Colton looked over at Kate to see a hard look in her eyes. “Did you know about it?”

She nodded. “Yes. Both men have been removed from active duty and are awaiting trial.”

“Of course they are,” Colton said. “Court-martialed and the military police are involved, right?”

“Yes, on both counts,” she said. “The military trial isn’t for another four months though.”

“Right, and, if they can get rid of George, then, of course, they walk free.”

“Exactly,” George said. “And I’ve got a sorry-ass feeling they’ll be right about that.”

“Do you want to see them walk free?” Colton asked, as he tried to keep George floating and fighting for his life, while Colton kept an eye on Kate. “I can hear the boats, George. Stay calm.” But George wasn’t answering. Colton gave him a shake and smacked him hard on the cheek.

George groaned.

“Did you hear me, George?”

“I don’t want to hear you,” he said. “I’m so cold.”

“Soldier, buck up!” Colton snapped. “That’s an order.”

George’s eyes flew open, and he stared up at the blue sky. “One of these days those orders can’t be followed.”

“It won’t be today, dammit,” Colton roared. “Stay awake, soldier. You can hear the boats. They’re here.” He twisted George’s head so he could see the approaching cruiser.

“Oh, wow,” George said. “You were serious.”

“I saw them up above,” Colton said, “but we still have to get somebody from the cruiser to us.” Colton looked over at Kate. She was desperate to hang on but fading.

Nobody could keep this up for long, so Colton knew it would be close. “If you can’t stay on the surface,” he said to her, “you let me know.”

She just glared at him. “Like hell,” she said. “George needs to be rescued so those two assholes who did this don’t get away with it.”

“Are they the kind of assholes who would do this?” Colton asked.

“Who knows? But, if this was sabotage, George is likely the target.”

“What about you?” Colton asked. “Do you have any enemies?”

“Not that I know of.”

George gave a broken laugh. “Your ex-boyfriend would do this, Kate. Remember? He said he would make sure you paid.”

“It was one of the reasons why I was okay to fly with you,” she said, a weak attempt at a joke. “We were both targeted.”

Colton swore. “How come I didn’t get any warning to not fly with either of you?”

“Because you were tossed on at the last minute,” she said, “but it’s not like we could have warned you anyway. But I’m sorry you’re involved.”

“I’m not involved, but I am caught up in it. And I’ll be damned if I’ll let either of you die. We have a rescue right here, right now.” He could see men getting into a Zodiac. “Come on. They’re in the Zodiac. We’ve got minutes to go. That’s it.”

“Too late,” George said, his voice slurred. “So cold. C-Can’t feel anything.”

“You’ll feel it all soon enough,” Colton said urgently. “It’ll hurt like shit when the blood starts moving back through your body.”

“Maybe it’s better this way,” George murmured, his eyes falling shut again. Colton reached over and smacked him hard. George groaned again but didn’t open his eyes.

Colton looked over at Kate.

“Don’t waste the energy on me,” she said. “I’m still here.”

But she was failing. He could see it. Her feet and arms were moving much slower, and her body was sinking, then popping back up again. He knew that, somewhere in the next few moments, she would go down and not pop back up again. He could hold out for another five or ten minutes, maybe fifteen, but that would be his max too.
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Once at the base where they were headed, Colton and Kate face a lot more than just recovering. There’s an investigation to be done, and Colton is to do a training course with Troy but all their personal stuff went down with the plane.

Lots of suspense, intrigue, and a romance that blossoms once again.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series, the lead in has me more than a little curious.

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

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

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

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Tough and Tamed – Moon Ranch Book 1 by Em Petrova

Tough and Tamed
Moon Ranch Book 1
Em Petrova


Revenge sex and a healthy dose of a bad boy making all the wrong decisions equals one hell of a wild ride. The horse is optional.

Zayden Moon and his brothers are back home for the old man’s funeral, but too bad none of them give a damn what happens to the failing ranch they’ve inherited or all the bad memories that come with it. Now Zayden has more than his murky past and the ranch to contend with. As usual, trouble comes searching for him when he’s asked to rescue a woman lost on the mountain, stranded on Valentines’ Day of all things, and he’s the only man who knows where to look. And whoooeee, there’s a lot to look at when it comes to this curvaceous beauty.

Esme thought she was going to the mountain getaway to receive a diamond ring, and instead she’s abandoned by her boyfriend and left to make her own way down the jagged terrain. When a sexy cowboy rides in on a white steed, she thinks she’s seeing things, but soon his warm, rough hands show her otherwise. A hot and heavy dose of revenge sex seems to be in order too, right?

If Zayden had a heart, he’d be falling for the woman with spunk to match her wild curls, but he knows better than to attempt a relationship. And Lordy, Esme sure gravitates to the worst men… except there’s something more to Zayden than he allows anyone to see. If she ever figures out what, she might give Zayden a chance, because the man’s kisses sure can knot a woman up.

Zayden really didn’t want to be back in Stokes and his return starts with a confrontation with a deputy he knew years ago. That said, his family didn’t have a very good reputation thanks to his now deceased father. At the moment all he wants to do is get the man buried, sell the ranch and leave.

Of course that’s not what’s going to happen, he has an innate sense of responsibility and upon seeing MiMi the woman who is both mother and grandmother to him and his brothers he knew leaving was out of the question.

As he sort of settles in he runs into some folks as he’s buying feed for the animals. A young woman is missing on the mountain in the storm that’s headed this way.

Thing is she’s not missing per se, she was left on purpose. When Esme discovered Owen had stranded her on the mountain she was a lot more than angry. In a move that probably wasn’t smart, she decides to leave the cabin, hoping to find cell service further down the mountain or maybe a ride back to town.

Freezing she finds shelter under a pine tree to shelter her from the elements a bit. This is where Zayden finds her, but it’s too late and she’s way to cold for him to take her all the way back to his truck.

After an interesting night in a cabin Zayden brings her home.

This is a favorite scene.

The ride down took a good two and a half hours, going at a slow pace. When they reached the road, she spotted an old truck and trailer parked there.

“That’s mine,” he said.

Her stomach churned with apprehension.

“You’ll be happy to get home.”

She didn’t respond.


God, he said her name in a low rumble that spread through her entire system.

She shook herself. “I’m not that excited about answering any questions that will come.”

“You got family here?”

“No. They’re in Tennessee. But my coworkers will want to hear the story. I’m just hoping there isn’t a newspaper reporter waiting for me when I return.”

“I don’t know about that. Stokes didn’t have a newspaper when I left.” He flexed his arm around her middle, and the small movement sent a jerk to her heart.

“You haven’t lived here all the time?”

“Nah. Got out.”

Since he didn’t expand on this statement, she remained silent as they approached the truck. He reined in the horse and dismounted, then reached up for her.

Wordlessly, she slipped into his arms. Was it her imagination, or did he hold onto her a beat longer than necessary? She steadied herself, watching him move to the trailer and open the door. He led the horse inside and waved to her.

“Get in the truck and out of the wind.”

She did. In a strange man’s truck, she looked around. It was empty of all but a few coins in the cup holder. Either he’d just cleaned it out or he wasn’t a guy who personalized his vehicle. Every man she knew had a gun rack or stickers for a shooting group, Mountain Dew bottles, and Cheetos bags on the floor.

Zayden’s truck looked as if it belonged to no one.

She twisted to look out the rear window but couldn’t see him behind the trailer. So she faced forward and watched in the side mirror as he appeared. Seconds later, he climbed behind the wheel.

He gave her a glance before starting the engine. “Where am I dropping you?”

“At my apartment. I live in a rental in the old part of town.”

“All right. Holler when we get close.”

“Okay.” She released a heavy sigh.

Silence descended, and her thoughts bounced from Owen to her ordeal and skidded sideways to how she’d have to discuss everything at work.

“The house is just there. The blue one.”

He drew up in front of the place and looked at her. “You sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

She shook her head. “I just need a hot shower and my bed.”

Without another word, he climbed out of the truck and moved to her side before she could step out. He assisted her to the ground, a hand on her arm even though she didn’t need it.

“I didn’t even say thank you to your horse.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his handsome face. “He’ll understand.”

Looking into his eyes, she smiled. “You were great up there.”

“I did what any decent man would.”

“That isn’t true. And I don’t only mean getting me safe and warm. You said some things that made me feel better.”

His brow crinkled, and she noticed a slice through it from a scar. “What’s that?”

“You made me feel like I might not be such a loser.”

His brows shot up, and he gave her that look again—like he wanted to move in closer and put his hands on her in a very sexual way.

“You’re far from a loser, Esme.”

She nodded. “You reminded me I have worth.”

“Don’t let that bastard make you feel like a castoff. Ya hear?” The vehemence in his tone took her aback. She blinked and then reached up to put her arms around his neck, sneaking a touch of his hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. Actually, it felt softer, like goose down.

He squeezed her back briefly and then stepped away. “Maybe I’ll see ya around. Take care of yourself.”

She nodded. He paused, looking down at her. For a heart-pounding moment, she wondered if he might kiss her, and if she wanted him to. What did that make her, when twenty-four hours before, she’d been hoping for a ring from another man?

She must have suffered some frostbite to the brain up there on that mountain.

He watched her with that hooded stare that was doing questionable things to her insides. Then he said the most perfect thing.

“If ya need me to break his legs for ya, gimme a call.”
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Between all the things wrong with the ranch, the debts, and even theft left to him by his father, Zayden didn’t have time for a relationship. His brothers Asher and Dane were little to no help as one leaves and one Zayden has to send away, although with a heavy heart.

Esme has a talent for finding the wrong guys and Zayden appears to be her go to guy for rescue. While these two start out as just friends, once things heat up between them they sizzle off the pages.

Twists, turns and plenty of heat will have you turning the pages. I can’t wait to read Dane’s story in the next book ‘Screwed and Satisfied’.

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Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.

She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.

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Blake – Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 5 By Maryann Jordan

Lighthouse Security Investigations

The Lighthouse SI Keepers were men and women from the SEALs,
Rangers, Special Forces, Deltas, and AF Special Ops.
All having been trained in CIA Special Ops,
the Keepers were the best of the best
and ready to take on any mission.

Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 5
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Maryann Jordan



Former Delta and adventure lover was stuck on a boring, bodyguard mission for an academic at a conference in French Guiana. The only thing holding his attention was the beautiful interpreter he noticed in the balcony and at the hotel.


An American interpreter assigned to the economic conference, found the handsome bodyguard to be much more interesting than the topic she was interpreting.

They shared a night of passion and were prepared to say goodbye…until Blake watched her kidnapped from a shop the next morning.

With the aid of the French Guiana Police and the other Keepers from Lighthouse Security, Blake’s routine mission became anything but boring and the Amazon rainforest was no hiding place for the men who dared to take Sara.

As they made their escape up the Lawa River, Blake found that Sara was much more than just a rescue mission. But would their love survive the return to their lives back in America? When she is threatened again, Blake vows to keep her safe at all costs.

Scenes and language similar to what you would find in an R-rated movie. 18+ readers

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Blake had just returned from a mission, a rather boring one and he really wanted something with a bit more action. Unfortunately he was assigned as security to a man attending an economics summit in Guiana. A man with no threats against him, just a fear of being in a foreign country.

He settles in somewhat with Stanley, but really didn’t see the point in traveling if you weren’t going to do some site-seeing and sample some local cuisine.

Blake notices one of the translators, her hair is what caught his eye, but she was magnificent in all ways. Unfortunately he thinks he’s missed his chance with her only to have her return to the bar where he was enjoying a drink alone on the last day.

Sara and Blake share an explosive evening, one that has him waking alone. He does however get the opportunity to see her at breakfast after Stanley heads to a lobby shop to get gifts for family.

He intends to catch up with Stanley and does when Sara expresses a desire to purchase a scarf she saw earlier, a sort of tradition started by her mother.

Then the fun begins.

This is a favorite scene.

He had only taken two steps toward Sara when a squeak of fear sounded from the other side of the shop. His gaze jerked over, landing on three masked men who had entered, each holding a gun.

Instantly assessing, he watched as two of them headed straight to the jewelry counter and the third positioned himself where he could keep his eyes on the whole shop. The older man held his arm out, trying to shield his wife. The pregnant woman was standing closest to Sara, and with his peripheral vision, he could see that Sara moved slightly in front of her, offering whatever protection she could. Stanley, still at the jewelry counter, began babbling.

“Oh, my God, you’ve got guns! I don’t know anything! I don’t have anything!”

One of the men shoved Stanley out of the way and began speaking in rapid-fire words, but Blake was not sure what language it was. He thought it was French, and the store clerk appeared to understand the language, or at least understand what the gun pointed toward him meant. The clerk took the cloth bag in his shaking hands and began filling it with the diamond jewelry.

Blake had a holstered gun underneath his jacket but knew he could not get to it safely without risking the other customers. Fuck, if it was just me, I could take all three out. The thieves were of slight build and less than six feet tall. The one holding the bag for the salesclerk was sweating profusely, and Blake would have bet this was his first robbery. The one next to him appeared twitchy, his nerves showing. Blake slid his eyes back to the one watching the customers. He’s the fuckin’ leader. Even with a black bandanna tight across the lower half of his face, it was easy to see the man was not sweating, and his eyes were clear and sharp.

Blake glanced down at Stanley, who was cowering on the floor. My job is to keep my mission safe. A slight movement caught his eye, and he glanced back to Sara, who had managed to slide completely in front of the pregnant woman, her arms out slightly from her sides offering more protection. Admiration along with fear for her moved through his mind.

The salesclerk made quick work of filling the bag with jewelry, and the two thieves stepped back to the one eyeing the group.

Blake breathed steadily. Okay, you got what you came for. Now just leave. Nice and easy.

The leader stepped closer to Sara, lifted the butt of his gun, and ran it along her cheek. “Belle,” he said.

Lips pinched, she whimpered slightly, and Blake’s fingers twitched at his side, desperate to take the man down. The leader reached his hand out, clamped it around Sara’s upper arm and jerked her forward.

Blake held his body in check, memorizing everything he could. The man had a small scar over his left eyebrow. He was only about five feet-eight inches tall, and as he swung Sara around in front of him, Blake could see a tattoo on the back of the man’s wrist.

The leader stepped toward the outside door, Sara’s arm still firmly in his grasp as he dragged her along.

“No!” she cried, attempting to dig her heels in. The leader had his gun pointed straight to her face, but that did not seem to stop her. When he swung the weapon toward the pregnant woman, Sara gasped, eyes wide.

Blake watched the instant realization hit her, and she stopped struggling. Her gaze swung around to him just as the men pushed through the door leading to the street. Wide-eyed. Terrified. Gaze boring straight into his.

Whirling, he shouted to the clerk, “Call the police!” To Stanley, still on the floor, he shouted, “Stay where you are!”

He rushed to the door, observing the thieves running down the sidewalk toward the beach, Sara still clutched by the arm, stumbling along. Unable to get a clear shot as they weaved amongst early hotel guests heading to the pool, he raced after them.

At first, he assumed they would make their getaway from the hotel’s parking lot, but instead, they continued down the path, past the swimming pool, toward the beach. Fear clutched his heart as he thought of a water escape, and he sped after them, the adrenaline pumping through his body giving him even greater speed.

In the distance, through the palm trees, he spied a small motorboat just offshore. The first two thieves raced into the water, their leader lagging behind as he continued to drag Sara along.

Lining up his shot, Blake halted as the leader whirled around, clutching Sara in front of his body with his own weapon pressed against her temple.

The man called out, “You shoot. She dead.”

Blake knew that he could easily take out the two men in the motorboat, but he did not have a clear shot at the leader holding Sara. Hotel guests began screaming and racing around at the sight of men with guns, some running through his line of fire. Moving steadily forward as the leader backed away, he was determined to take down the man that dared to point a gun at Sara.

Ignoring the footsteps he heard coming from behind him, he was soon surrounded by French Guiana police, some with their guns pointed toward the thieves and others with their weapons trained on him.

“Pose ton arme!” came the shout.

“American,” he called out, his gun still aimed at the leader, who was now dragging Sara into the water.

“Put down weapon!” one of the policemen shouted.

“There are the thieves! They’ve got a hostage!” he retorted, his weapon still held on the boat, cursing that he could not get the right shot.

Several of the policemen fired their weapons toward the boat, and Blake shouted, “Stop! They’ve got a hostage!”

“Arrêtez-vous!” the policeman speaking broken English shouted. “La femme est un otage!”

Blake could only assume the policemen grasped the situation, but by this time, the leader had dragged Sara through the water, lifted her into the boat from the back side where he was protected from their weapons, and climbed aboard. The engine started, and the boat turned, heading toward the west.

Over the waves, he watched as she scrambled to sit up, her eyes pinned on him, and he heard her scream his name… a sound that he knew would haunt him forever.
Maryann Jordan. Blake – ARC copy – not for sale or distribution: Heroes at Heart (Kindle Locations 424-472).

Let me say here that I was surprised at the reluctance of the police to help. It was only with Mace’s insistence that Blake was given an officer to assist and escort him where he needed to be. More back up would be coming in the form of Drew and Tate to get them safely home.

Blake and Sara are pursued down the Lawa River. Only to find they really are compatible and when all this is done they want to see where their relationship can go.

Fast-paced and emotional with plenty of action,  twists, plus romance and sizzle.

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As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
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Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

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Securing Zoey – SEALs of Protection Legacy Book 4 by Susan Stoker

Securing Zoey
SEALs of Protection: Legacy Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker


After an unstable childhood, Zoey Knight landed in Juneau, Alaska, during high school, and has never left. Now in her early thirties, she lives a quiet life that includes part-time caretaker for a beloved father figure. Despite the stability, she occasionally wishes for more adventure. She gets more than she bargained for when a plane she’s in goes down in a remote stretch of wilderness—and the only other passenger is a man she’s crushed on for years.

Life as a SEAL doesn’t allow for much spare time, but Mark “Bubba” Wright still regrets not trying harder to visit his pop. Now it’s too late, and the guilt is heavy when he heads to Alaska for the reading of his father’s will. The only bright spot is finding a girl he knew in high school on the same tiny plane. The same woman, it turns out, who’s been taking care of his pop…a girl he crushed on in high school.

Struggling to survive in the Alaska back country isn’t the kind of second chance either envisioned, but relying on each other makes Zoey and Bubba’s rekindled attraction hotter than ever. Funny how puzzling out who might want them dead can bring a couple closer together…

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Mark ‘Bubba’ Wright’s father has died unexpectedly and he is heading home to Alaska filled with grief and guilt. At the airport he is surprised to see a woman sharing the flight with him.

It turns out he knows her, Zoey Knight had been in school with him and his twin Malcolm actually had dated her a couple of times. More than that it was Zoey who took care of his Dad, kept him company, listened to his stories, really an overall companion and friend. That kept her busy during the winter months, as her job at one of the tourist shops was part-time and only during cruise ship season.

They took off as scheduled, but then the unthinkable happens. An emergency landing on a lake, then instead of actually fixing the plane the pilot takes off again. Leaving Mark and Zoey stranded in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness.

This is a favorite scene.

“I should’ve been paying attention. I know better. But I was tired, and I let my guard down. It won’t happen again.”

“Mark, this isn’t your fault. How could we know this would happen?”

Much like it had in the airport, hearing his given name on her lips made him feel…odd. He couldn’t put his finger on why, though, so he simply ignored it. “Well, we both know my pop had plenty of money. So I’m guessing someone didn’t want us to make it back to Juneau for the reading of the will.”

“That’s stupid,” Zoey said. “I mean, making us disappear isn’t going to automatically make the money go to someone else…is it?”

Bubba shrugged. “I have no idea. I don’t know what was in Pop’s will or how he worded it. If he set up a trust, it’s possible if I was indisposed—or dead—it would go to someone else.”

Zoey’s eyes got big. “Who do you think is behind this?”

“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” he asked. “And something I should be asking you. You spent a lot more time with Pop than I did. Who do you think would want to get rid of us?”

“Us? I’m nobody. I wasn’t even related to Colin. Why would anyone include me in their scheme?”

“Another good question,” Bubba told her, glad she’d stopped crying. “And maybe you just had the bad luck of sharing a plane with me. But as far as you being a nobody, that’s definitely not true. I hadn’t seen Pop in forever, but I know that you’ve been by his side for over a decade. You were very important to him, and since he included you in his will, you definitely weren’t a nobody to him, either.”

Zoey stared at him in silence, and Bubba couldn’t read what she was thinking.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and sighed. “So someone wanted us both dead, or at least out of the picture so we couldn’t claim your dad’s inheritance? It’s a stupid plan.”

Again, Bubba chuckled. That definitely wasn’t what he thought she’d say. “I agree. Because if we are declared dead, whatever Pop left us will go to our heirs.”

“But it still leaves us with the question of who wants us dead,” Zoey said.

Bubba nodded. “Yes. But we have bigger things to deal with at the moment.”

Zoey looked around them. She hadn’t pulled out of his grasp. Bubba saw that she had a fleece-lined shirt tied around her waist, and he moved his hands down to tug at the knot.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish her question, he moved behind her and helped her shrug on the shirt. The temperature was in the lower sixties right now, but he was glad she had the extra layer because it would get quite chilly at night.

“Thank you,” she said when he walked back around her.

“We aren’t going to die out here,” he said in a sure, serious tone.

Zoey tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. Whoever was behind this messed up.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

Bubba felt his lips curling upward again. God, she was adorable. “Their first mistake was thinking dropping us off in the middle of nowhere was going to get rid of us.”

“I hate to break it to you, Superman, but we have no food. No transportation. No way of contacting anyone. No shelter.” Zoey looked around comically. “And I don’t see any Ubers lining up to take us home.”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” he chided. “On a scale of one to ten, how comfortable are you with the outdoors?”

She frowned and wrinkled her nose. “Maybe a four. Four and a half,” she said.

Bubba beamed. “Perfect.”

“Perfect? Has anyone ever told you that you’re insane?”

“My teammates, actually,” he told her, straight-faced. “If you had said zero or one, then things might’ve been a little more difficult, but I can work with a four.”

Zoey shook her head and rolled her eyes, making Bubba suddenly want to grab ahold of her head and kiss the look of exasperation off her face. He didn’t have time to examine that reaction before she was talking again.

“Seriously, you’re crazy. I mean, I live in Juneau, so of course I’m somewhat familiar with the outdoors. You know as well as I do that we all like to be outside as much as possible in the summer because it’s so miserable, cold, and dark in the winters.”

“I do know that. What about exercise?”

“What about it?” she asked.

“Do you do it?”

Zoey sighed again, and her gaze slipped away from his. “If you’re asking if I’m secretly a triathlete or something, you’re going to be disappointed.”

Bubba didn’t like that he’d embarrassed her. He put a finger on her chin and gently turned her face back to his. “I have a feeling nothing you do could disappoint me.”

When she rolled her eyes again, Bubba internally sighed in relief. He liked her subtle snarkiness.

“To answer your question, I don’t work out regularly. I don’t like the gym, I feel too self-conscious there, working out next to the super-buff men and women who frequent the one in Juneau. But I also don’t have a car, so I walk a lot. The house I was renting from your dad was a few blocks from his own, so when I went over to help him, I walked. When I had to go into town, I rode my bike.”

Bubba nodded in satisfaction. “That’s great.” At her look of disbelief, he went on. “Seriously. Walking in Juneau isn’t exactly easy. Maybe you forgot that I lived there too. Dad’s house is at the top of that huge hill, and I know from firsthand experience that it’s not easy walking up there. And if you biked into town, you had to go up and down several hills. That will help a lot out here.”

Zoey bit her lip and looked around. “Mark, we’re in the middle of nowhere. We don’t even know what direction Anchorage is in. How in the world do you think we’re going to get there? We can’t walk. We were in the air for an hour!”

Bubba could hear her working herself into a frenzy, so he reached into one of the pockets of his cargo pants and pulled something out. He held it in his palm so she could see, and said, “We won’t have to walk all the way. Eventually we’ll run into someone. And I’ve got this.”

Zoey looked down at his hand, then back up at his face. “You have a compass?”



“Why not?” he asked flippantly. When she didn’t smile, he got serious. “It’s been beaten into my head to be prepared for just about anything. I might not have my duffle, but I promise that we aren’t going to starve or freeze.”

She swallowed hard. “Do you think we’re really alone out here? What if whoever planned this hid someone out here to make sure we didn’t make it out alive?”

Bubba had already thought about that. “Honestly? I hope like hell they did.”

Her eyes rounded, and she stared at him as if he’d suddenly grown three heads. “What? Why?”

“Because I could capture them and make them tell me who the hell’s behind this. They’d probably have supplies I could pilfer, as well. Maybe even a satellite phone.”

“You sound so sure of yourself,” Zoey said after a beat.

“That’s because I am. Zoey, I’m a Navy SEAL.”

“I know.”

He shook his head. “But I don’t think you really understand what that means.”
Stoker, Susan. Securing Zoey (SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 4). Stoker Aces Production, LLC. Kindle Locations (427-486). Kindle Edition.

Even though Mark is sure his team would come after him when he doesn’t call to check in, it’s a long and sometimes treacherous hike heading in a direction they hope will lead to civilization.

I loved the conversations, the way Mark keeps her warm and teaches her things for survival out there. The chemistry between these two is obvious but neither act upon it as they trek day to day overcoming obstacles.

Full of intrigue, suspense, romance, some sizzle and so much more!

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

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Tennessee where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, Indiana, and Tennessee. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

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Throne Taker – Heart of the Nebula Book 3 by Heather Long and Rebecca Royce

Throne Taker
Heart of the Nebula Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce


Everything has come down to this…

Everything in Khloe with a K’s life changed when she crashed into the side of a food truck. Now with Earth in the rearview mirror, her future lies with Briggs, Goran, Reese, and Dalton. Forging their bonds was only the first step, but will it be enough to sustain them in the face of new challenges?

A new world.

A new life.

A new choice.

The stunning conclusion to the Heart of the Nebula trilogy.

*Please note*
This is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the forwards in their books. This is the third and final in a trilogy.

Nothing like thwarting everything other people plan for you. Khloe is Queen and she’s not going to be bossed around. One of the first places she want’s to see is the waterfall. First though she has to meet a couple of people she missed the day before.

Having been up all night listening to her family history, she knows a lot more about these folks than they think she does. After the initial pleasantries she invites them to join her on her excursion to the falls.

As she absorbs not only the beauty but also the sad history, someone approaches Dalton thinks she should hear. This results in another excursion, this one to the part of the city called ‘The Below’. What they find there appalls her.

This is a favorite scene.

Instead, I turned to the brave young man who’d come all the way to bring me here. He’d been silent the whole trip over. “Can you show me?”

He nodded, fast. “I can, Majesty. Yes.”

“Great.” I motioned forward. “Lead the way.”

We were quite a parade making our way through The Below, and people came out to stare at us. Most of the population was just hanging around the streets, playing cards or simply sitting idly.

Briggs scowled. My visiting this crowded location probably wasn’t his favorite thing at the moment. But I imagined he’d never be thrilled when I risked unexpected exposure to elements he couldn’t control.

We should do this more often. Kieran didn’t rush, though the crowd seemed to thicken the deeper we went, and it impeded his progress until two of the guards moved ahead to help clear the way. Words fluttered after me.

“The queen!”

“Make way for the royal guard!”

“She’s here?!?”

“Is that the queen?”

“I thought she’d be…”

“She’s so pretty!”

Other voices floated down, and I realized The Below wasn’t just on the ground, but stacked above were these precarious walkways between the upper levels of the buildings. It was like someone had built apartments into the massive stacks of containers on a container ship.

We were deep into the shadows now, and there was almost no sunlight. Artificial lamps glowed dimly along the walls, and the one nearest us sputtered. The hum and buzz reminded me of a bad fixture in the kitchen at the bar. Gradually, I realized everyone around me had stopped, and even the whispers quieted.

“Your Majesty?” Briggs was at my elbow, his voice low but urgent.

“One second,” I said, touching his arm gently and then moving toward the flickering light. The shadows danced around it, but worse, the constant buzzing was irritating as hell.

How did they sleep with it malfunctioning?

guards went to remove people in my path. “Stop. I just want to get to the light, no one has to be shoved.”

The pair hesitated, but they looked from me to Briggs, then back to the people facing us.

“Do you mind?” I asked an older man dressed in stained work clothing, or what I assumed had to be work clothing. His shirt had tattered edges, and the threading on his jacket was frayed. His eyebrows climbed at my question, and then, slowly, he shook his head and took a step back.

“Thank you,” I told him briskly. The crawling was worse down here; it was like that along most of the buildings, just sluggish little jerks. Pressing a hand to the wall, I ignored the cold, rough feeling of the metal. It was like touching something that had died.

Was the energy sluggish because it couldn’t move? Or was there just not enough?

“Are the lights always like this, Kieran?”

“Um…” The young man edged closer to me. “Mostly always like this. Some are just out. No one replaces them anymore. Some of us have torches.”

Torches? Like actual fire-burning torches?

No, the nanos were clear. Not fire. Flashlights.


Not much better, but definitely better.

“We’re used to it,” Kieran said, then cleared his throat. “I mean we endure, Your Majesty. This is not so bad.”

No, it was never so bad. The little things. You got used to it. Light bulb goes out and you can’t afford to replace it, or you only have a dimmer one, you make do. It becomes normal. Then you don’t realize what you’re missing anymore, because you endure.

I knew all about that.

I could feel energy, and I was practically full to bursting with it. The channels in the wall that carried power was a system of wiring, but I could touch this energy. It was as cold as the wall and barely able to kindle itself.

The buzzing needed to stop, and the only way to do that was break the light or fix it. It needed more power, so I reached. The energy fountained up within me, and I sent it right into the wall, into the wires and the channels. I pushed, shuttling through the channels. It fought me, resisted, but bit by bit, it gave way, and the light above me steadied and then began to brighten.

Beyond it, there were more clogged channels and shadows to chase. The clusters on my skin tightened and exploded outward in a shower of tingles against my flesh, and I pushed the energy through.

Maybe I couldn’t fix all their problems in a day, but they could damn well have light.

There were gasps all around me. Crowds walked toward us as the lights came on everywhere. Suddenly, The Below was as bright as anywhere I’d been.

“Look what she did.”

“The Queen made it light.”


“Khloe, the bringer of light.”

A boom sounded behind us, and we all whirled around. In under two seconds, Briggs was in front of me and so were the guards. I could see enough to know a group of men all wearing black stormed toward us.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

I let the guys into my head. Whoever these people were, I needed to know.

Zylots. Briggs told me without ever looking at me. And they’re pissed.

I just bet they were. Briggs, let me through. I won’t hide from them, not in a first meeting.
Heather Long; Rebecca Royce. Throne Taker: Heart of the Nebula Book 3 (Kindle Locations 867-912).

The first encounter with the Zylots is enough to start Khloe thinking of another path for her reign.

Many decisions, a lofty goal, friends and enemies, and romance that doesn’t quit. I really hated to see this book end, I’d really love more of these characters.

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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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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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Genesis – Dogs of War Prequel (Book 0.5) – J.M. Madden

Dogs of War Prequel
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
JM Madden


After a harrowing mission, Navy SEAL Aiden Willingham was approached to participate in a secret research project. Now he realizes the Spartan Project is a covert, multinational government testing program run by a private company called The Silverstone Collaborative. The company’s mission is to create super soldiers, men capable of recovering from horrendous illness and injuries, using a serum derived from indigenous plants in the Amazon rainforest. The program is brutal and when the men object, they go from test subjects to caged prisoners overnight.

The doctor leading the program is world-renowned for his cutting-edge cures, but Aiden sees only the madness in his eyes. The serum is producing results, but men are dying every day of testing. And, as more men die, the experiments turn more deadly. What the research team doesn’t realize is exactly what the serum is doing … creating a psychic connection between four of the men.

Aiden and his team have to break out of the camp before they’re compromised further. But getting out of the camp is the easy part. They know that actually living to bring the Silverstone Collaborative to justice is going to be the most difficult mission any of them have ever undertaken.

If you are a fan of the Lost and Found Series you will remember that we first met Aiden in Embattled Hearts, and he pops up in the other books as well. Now at long last we get his story, this is the beginning and we meet the others that were with him during this truly trying period of his life.

This is not a romance, this is a detailed accounting of the events leading up to Aiden appearing in Denver. We first meet the four men held close together. Aiden, Wolfe, Fontana and TJ Rector. Wolfe is the only non- American in this group, he is from Germany.

These men originally had volunteered for the program, but when men started dying things changed. They became prisoners.

The conditions are harsh, the treatment is brutal and had me sniffling and holding my breath.

We also meet the cold hearted Priscilla Mattingly, COO of the Silverstone Collaborative. She becomes the most dangerous of all their captors as she lets everyone know who is in charge.

This is a favorite scene as the guys escape this hell.

Like a whisper, Fontana came for him two hours later, with Wulfe and TJ Rector by his side. How the fuck did you get out of your cage? Aiden demanded.

Fontana grinned and moved to the door. Watch. Holding the iron lock in his hand, Fontana just looked at the thing for several seconds. Then, with a click, the lock fell open.

Aiden shook his head, amazed, and honestly a little fearful. Fontana was doing things he’d never even considered.

I managed to get the guards to fall asleep, Fontana told him. We’ve got a little bit of time to get out of here. The cafeteria should be empty right now. I suggest we gather what food and water and supplies we can before we head out.


We’re not leaving.

Aiden’s throat closed up as he stepped outside, unshackled and uncuffed for the first time in months. Yes, he was naked as a jaybird, but he was finally free. No one would be putting him back into handcuffs, he vowed. He would die first. Then what Wulfe said sank in, bringing him back to focus.

What are you thinking?

Wulfe looked at the medical building. Our proof is there.

The rest of them turned to look at the med center, knowing he was right. It housed all of the secrets. Shu had been meticulous about his notes, and they each had files several inches thick. The technicians had complained endlessly about the duplication. It could be a suicide mission going back in there, but they had no other option. Wulfe was right about that.

Rector and Fontana, go to the cafeteria and Shu’s hut. See what you can find. We’ll also probably need something to go through the fence, so look for some tools. Wulfe and I will see what we can find inside. Meet back here in thirty minutes.

The two men nodded and slipped away into the darkness. Aiden looked at Wulfe.

I really don’t want to go in there, he admitted.

I don’t also, but we must, American. This is the only time. She will get rid of everything. Every record, every note. And we will be liars.

Aiden knew he was right, but it didn’t make it any easier to do. He scanned the area, checking for soldiers or guards, but the camp was deathly silent.

He looked at the squat cinder block building, fighting nausea. Deliberately, he slowed his breathing, but it was hard. His heart was trying to thud out of his chest and his body demanded oxygen. Aiden couldn’t even remember how many dangerous missions he’d been on as a SEAL, but certainly into the triple digits. Too many to count. He’d been shot and stabbed, snake-bitten and had busted ankles and knees, and he’d take any one of those injuries again rather than voluntarily walk into that building.

Wulfe was thinking like a squad leader, though. They needed hard, physical proof of what had happened here. Otherwise everything they’d been through would be hearsay, unprovable.

Quietly, Aiden began gearing himself up, just like he did for hard assaults. Neither one of them was physically ready for hand to hand combat and they had no weapons other than their minds…but their fledgling abilities hadn’t been tried in stressful situations. There was a very real chance that the first time he tried to finesse anyone they’d laugh in his face, then shoot him in the head. He was convinced that the sniper in the med center had been a fluke. The man had already wanted to kill— Aiden had just removed the tiniest restriction in his mind.

Wulfe slammed his doubled fists into Aiden’s shoulders to psych him up and they turned toward the building.
Madden, J.M., Genesis: The Dogs of War Prequel (Kindle Locations 443-471). Kindle Edition.

I have to say I was much relieved when the guys got out. However there were many trials and tribulations for them as they trek through the jungle hoping to find a place big enough for phone reception.

Action-packed, emotional, scary and I couldn’t put it down!

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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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