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


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

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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?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“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
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce

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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.

Okay.

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.”

“Miracle.”

“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



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

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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.

Agreed.

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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Edged – The Invincibles Book 2 by Heather Slade


Former military commanders,
CIA agents, and MI6 officers—
they are as bulletproof, unconquerable,
unbeatable, and invincible as they are unobtainable.
They’ve earned the right
to pick and choose who they work for,
what missions they’ll accept,
and what danger they’re willing to face
as they protect the ones they care about
from the evil menaces of the world.

Edged
The Invincibles Book 2
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USA Today Bestselling Author
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Former M15 agent, Keon “Edge” Edgemon is counting the seconds until he can get back to the one woman who’s piqued his interest. After a perilous mission for the Invincibles, Edge spends months in recovery from a gunshot wound that almost ended his life. Finally back home in Texas, he discovers that Lucy “Rebel” Marks is in jail for murder. Edge won’t rest until she’s free—and back in his arms.

Hellbent on proving her innocence, Rebel is determined to get to the bottom of who really killed the man who’d tried to rape her the same night he was murdered. She’s not about to spend the rest of her life in prison for a crime she didn’t commit when she can spend her life in Edge’s arms—and bed.

When Edge starts digging into the murder, one thing is certain: Rebel’s life is in danger. Arranging for her to be released on bail, Edge brings Rebel to the King-Alexander Ranch to keep her safe under his careful watch. For Rebel, “house arrest” can’t be too bad, especially when she has Edge’s constant attention. But can the youngest member of the Invincibles save Rebel from an enemy with a vendetta, or will they both be pushed over the edge?

Before leaving Texas, Keon ‘Edge’ Edgemon stops at the Long Branch, there he officially meets Lucy ‘Rebel’, the woman he saved from rape a few nights previously. He also gets the pleasure of escorting her rapist out of the bar wondering how he managed to get out of prison.

It’s been months and the only though Edge has is seeing Rebel again. The mission he was on left him injured and in need of therapy. Now he’s back and the first thing he does is stop at the Long Branch with his brother. What he finds has him feeling responsible and he’s determined to set things right.

This is a favorite scene.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

“I promised you a story, didn’t I?”

She nodded.

“First, what shall we do with… this?” I waved my hand at her car.

“Susan.”

“What?”

“My car’s name is Susan.”

“Your car has a name?”

“She does.”

“All right, then. What shall we do with… Susan?”

She climbed inside and put the key in the ignition. There was a clicking sound, but it didn’t start.

“Dead battery, most likely,” I told her. “We can take care of it tomorrow.”

Rebel nodded and climbed out of the car. While she locked it up, I repacked the things she’d taken out of the boxes.

“What are you doing?” she asked when I lifted the first out of the boot.

“Taking this to the truck. Be right back.”

“Edge?” she shouted as I walked away. I turned around.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

She was quiet on the way back to the ranch, but I sensed finding her belongings had given her a certain amount of comfort.

I pulled through the gates and drove past the main house. Typically, I’d stop and check in before driving the rest of the way to my place, but tonight, Rebel and I needed to talk.

“Hungry?” I asked when I led her into the kitchen from the garage.

“Starving.”

“Me too,” I said, feeling like a wanker for not thinking of it sooner. “I don’t have much, I’m afraid.”

She walked over and stood behind me when I opened the refrigerator. “No, you don’t.” She reached around and grabbed a handful of items and set them on the counter. “Pantry?” she asked, putting her hand on the doorknob.

I nodded.

“Oh my God. You can walk in it,” she gasped. Less than two minutes later, she brought more out and set it on the counter with the items from the fridge.

“What are you doing?”

“Making us dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled. “And if I don’t, what will we eat?”

“Right.” I stepped out of her way.

“Besides, who wouldn’t want to cook in this kitchen?”

I raised my hand as I took a seat on one of the barstools, and she laughed.

“Wow,” I said, thirty minutes later after taking a bite of what she’d made. “This is brilliant.”

“Thanks,” she murmured. “I love to cook.”

“Cook? God, woman, you could be a chef.” When her cheeks turned pink, I knew I was onto something. “Is that what you’d like to do?”

She looked away. “Not that it’s an option, but yeah.”

I made a mental note to hunt down Tee-Tee tomorrow. She ran the ranch dining hall; perhaps she could use some help. Fall calving season had come to an end, and my guess was the cook could use a break. Another bonus? Rebel could earn some money.

The money didn’t matter to me. I had more of it than I knew what to do with. I was more concerned about Rebel’s pride. I sensed it was difficult for her to accept my help earlier when we were shopping for her “essentials.”

I took another bite of my dinner, groaning over its goodness. Thinking about those red lace knickers only made my groans more pronounced.

“You said you were going to tell me a story.”

“And I shall.” I stood and took her plate, and she stood too. “Sit down and let me clean up. While I do, I’ll explain a few things that may seem mysterious.”

“I can help.”

“Sit down,” I said again, using my sternest voice.

She smiled. “All right, all right. Jeez.”
Heather Slade. Edged (Kindle Locations 502-537). The Invincibles Book Two.

As the lawyer Keon ‘Edge’ hired to represent Lily ‘Rebel’ works to get her exonerated, the Invincibles work to find the actual killer.

Many obstacles as they learn more about the victim ‘Possum’, unwrapping layer after layer.

Rebel finds not only a romance, but also a reconciliation with Tee Tee. Although the romance isn’t easy for either her nor Edge.

Plenty of twists, lots of suspense, and that simmer to sizzle romance.

I couldn’t put this book down and I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.

I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.

I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.


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Beau – The Mavericks Book 4 By Dale Mayer


What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks
A covert black ops team that steps up
and breaks all the rules …
but gets the job done.

Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

Beau
The Mavericks Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Not the size to blend in anywhere …
Not that he cared …

Beau heads to Alaska to a cult that kidnaps women to flesh out its numbers. One woman in particular has gone missing. When her father calls in a favor, Beau is asked to fit into the cult community. Only his style is guns blazing, and he doesn’t bother counting the dead …

Danica was late for her college class when a hood was thrown over her head, and then she was tossed into the back of a vehicle. Days later, she wakes up on a dirt floor of a cell with only a grate above her head. But she’ll take it as she’s nothing if not innovative. As soon as she escapes her prison, she runs into the brick wall that’s Beau. He’d good at giving orders. She’s not so good at following them …

With dozens of lives at stake in a sex-trafficking scheme, neither Beau nor Danica had expected it would be action all the way for them as they battle to free other women and to stay alive–together.

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Beau gets his own mission pretty much on the tail of the last one with Jax. It’s Jax on the other end of phone this time around. Of course Jax won’t tell him who his back-up is, but he would meet up with him in Alaska.

Danica had been taken on her way to class, she wakes in an underground cell with a grate giving light and air. As the days passed with no sign of rescue, and her hands and feet still tied she knew she had to find a way out and gets creative to release them.

Beau’s back-up is Asher, another SEAL buddy one he knew would be an asset once they got to the compound where they believe Danika is being held.

Their job was about to get easier, yet harder when Beau finds Danika.

This is a favorite scene.

So far, she’d been very good at following orders, but the other woman had bolted, and he wouldn’t forget that easily. If he’d been just a few minutes earlier, he might have kept her close.

It also made him worry that Nania was a trap. Although Danika had said no, what were the chances that maybe Nania had gone back, knowing that the other men were there, and had reported Danika missing? If that was the case, the men wouldn’t let up anytime soon. It also meant that Beau had made the right decision by not getting to both escapees earlier because, if Nania didn’t know about his presence, the cult men would think they were just looking for Danika. And that was a whole different story.

Beau could see one of the men coming closer, but the guy moved as if he wasn’t expecting to see somebody out here. He strolled along, casually looking to see if somebody was here. As he swept past the fence about fifty feet in front of them, he didn’t even scan the bushes where they hid. That was good for Beau’s sake but not so good for the quality of sentries that the cult used. But then they probably had no idea of true security.

Everybody liked to think that they were completely safe, but they really didn’t understand how easy it was to penetrate even the most secured compounds. Especially now Beau appreciated how he’d come with such a small team. Every time you added another person, the risks went up exponentially.

Just then Asher tapped his comm, and Beau knew he’d reached the other sentry post. He tapped twice to let Beau know he was okay and then quickly tapped out a message, saying one of the cult men was heading in Beau’s direction.

Take him out, Asher tapped. Let’s knock down the numbers.

And with that, Beau waited. He could feel Danika shifting uneasily at his side. Just knowing that the men were coming closer and closer sent her nerves into overdrive.He grabbed her fingers and squeezed them gently. She immediately shuffled closer, until she almost leaned against him, welcoming his body heat and the security of knowing that she wasn’t alone.

He couldn’t imagine what she had planned to do when she got through that fence. Likely she didn’t have a plan. She hadn’t a clue how far away from home she was. His plan would have been to get free and just to keep on going. But out here, chances were good a bear would have caught Danika first because she would have been so weak that she couldn’t hide or fight off a threat. Definitely making her an easy dinner for the next predator looking for a meal.

He gently whispered, “It’ll be okay. Stay calm.”

She shook her head. “Nothing will ever be okay again,” she said.

Two men now walked closer, both of them talking. “No way she came out here.”

“Well, last we heard, she was still missing.”

“Yeah, that’s Lamont again,” one of the guys said. “You know what he’s like. He’s an alarmist.”

“Well, they’ll check all the women now.”

The other guy said, “Good, I need some sleep.”

“If you weren’t so busy enjoying all the women,” the other guy scoffed, “you’d get some sleep.”

“Hey, the sex is there for the taking. Why the hell wouldn’t I?”

“I know,” he said. “I have to admit, I’m enjoying that aspect of this job too.”
“But it’s still just the job, isn’t it? It’s not like we’re part of the cult itself. We’re not sucked into that whole mind-set.”

“No, we’re hired to protect them. We run the girls. That’s about it.”

“But pretty damn decent benefits from the cult members. Don’t touch the prisoners, but the others are there for the taking.” Then the men’s voices faded into the distance as they left the area. The last thing Beau heard was one guy say, “This is a lost cause. Nobody’s out here.”

As soon as they drifted away, she sagged slightly, and he could see a little bit of her tension easing.

“Jesus,” was all she could say.

He nodded. “It’s hard to see the underbelly of society.”

“Not just see it,” she said, “but be a part of it.” She stared up at him, and he could see her lip trembling. “Could you …” She fell silent.

He leaned forward, keeping an eye on the men still moving around them. “Could I what?”

She hesitated. He cocked an eye at her. She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t say that,” he said. “Tell me.”

“Could you hold me for a moment?” she asked, the words coming out in a rush. “Just for a moment, to let me know that I’m okay.”

Instantly he tugged the tiny woman into his arms and crushed her against his chest, holding her close. He could feel the tremors in her spine. Not just her hands but her whole being was completely racked with fear. Noticing that, he tried to infuse her soul with some of his own reassurance. He’d seen this response before, but he’d never been in a position to do anything about it. Well, right now he could.

And he did. He cuddled her closer.
Dale Mayer. Beau (Kindle Locations 604-644). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Now Danica is not very good at staying where she’s told to stay, and being armed helped. She wasn’t going to be captured again or let anything happen to the men who just showed up to get her out of here.

Fast-paced with plenty of hold your breath action, some tears, lots of emotion and a simmer to sizzle romance under some very difficult conditions.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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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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The Trouble with Cupid – 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance Set in the Familiar Legacy World


The Trouble with Cupid
Familiar Legacy

Featuring

Tidbit from Trouble 1-10 by Jaden Terrell
Calling All Cupids by Carolyn Haines
Of Mice and Munchkins by Laura Benedict
The Madonna in the Garden by Claire Matturro
Trouble at the Hip Joint by Michelle Broussard Honick
Engine Trouble by Fran Driscoll Roberts
Trouble with Horses by Maggie Toussaint
Double Trouble by Eve Osborne
The Rescue by Nancy Sartor
A Troubled Romance by Lisa Wysocky
Passin’ Time by Greg Herren

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Fun-sized bites of Trouble, Cat Detective! All proceeds from the sale of THE TROUBLE WITH CUPID will be donated to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary.

The famous black cat detective from Wetumpka, Alabama is at it again in this collection of sometimes poignant, often amusing short mystery tales.

Bestselling authors Carolyn Haines and Laura Benedict lead the lineup with the sassy “Calling All Cupids” and the sweet “Of Mice and Munchkins,” followed by Claire Matturro’s heartwarming contribution, “The Madonna in the Garden.” With additional stories by eight other authors, including critically acclaimed veterans and exciting new talents, The Trouble with Cupid is a delightful offering of wicked fun for anyone who loves mysteries, cats, and a touch of romance.

Authors: Laura Benedict, Carolyn Haines, Greg Herren, Michelle Broussard Honick, Eve Osborne, Fran Roberts, Nancy Sartor, Maggie Toussaint, Lisa Wysocky, Claire Matturro, and Jaden Terrell.

The Trouble books are a multi-author coalition published by KaliOka Press with each mystery novel featuring Trouble, the black cat detective. All the full-length mysteries are available in e-format and print.

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Tidbits from Trouble 1-10

Jaden Terrell

These appear at the beginning of each of these wonderful Trouble adventures. They are a blurb from Trouble and are awesome, funny and inciteful.

I think my favorite of these was Tidbit #2. Here’s just a bit of it.

With their shrill voices and sticky fingers, human children can be the most vexing creatures on the planet. Yet, they are also clever little imps, and I find myself both amused by their antics and touched by their capacity for pure and uncomplicated affection. In some ways, though limited by the genetic misfortune to be homo sapiens rather than felis catus, children are much like cats—unpredictable and capable of more than they’re given credit for.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy) . KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (467-483). Kindle Edition.

I always love when Trouble tells us things and these little blurbs are absolutely purrfect. Thank you for giving Trouble this voice.

5 Contented Purrs for Jaden!


Calling All Cupids

Carolyn Haines

It’s Valentine’s night and Trouble is home with his biped Tammy. She’s a bit occupied with her boyfriend Aiden when Trouble hears a yowling outside. Upon investigating he finds a pretty little kitty with a problem. Her owner is missing and Trouble has no choice but to assist this lovely lady, Trinity.

Fortunately for him her owner, Lana has invited others over on this Valentine night. Tatty, Lana’s sister is first to arrive after Trouble finds the first clue, but the phone call Tatty gets frightens her. Even as she’s contemplation the call the door bell rings.

This is a favorite scene.

The doorbell sounded, and she panicked briefly. The black cat grabbed at her jeans leg with gentle claws and moved her toward the stairs. The cat wanted her to open the door. Which was pretty darn smart, because it might be a clue where Brent had taken Lana.

She ran down the stairs and threw the front door open. The tall, broad-shouldered man who stood there holding a bottle of wine and a bouquet of lilies wasn’t Lana’s fiancé, Sam Cook, so he had to be her “date.” She’d forgotten all about the blind fix-up.

“You must be Tatty, and I’m Gabe McLeod,” he said. “Am I too early?”

She bit her lip and struggled for a reply. “Uh, something has come up.” She looked behind her, trying to figure out her next move. “Do you know where Sam might be?” She had a really bad feeling. If Brent had taken Lana, what had he done with Sam?

“He should have been here,” Gabe said. “Do you mind if I come in?”

Tatty realized she’d been blocking the door and stepped aside. “I’m afraid our plans may have changed,” she managed.

“Uh, I don’t know where Sam is.”

“Lana should know. Those two can hardly breathe without being together.” Gabe put the wine on the kitchen counter and held the flowers out to her.

Playing for time, Tatty got a vase for the flowers out from under the sink. She tried to act normal until she gathered her wits. “Thank you for the flowers.” In a moment she had them sitting beside the toaster.

“Where is Lana?” Gabe turned to look at her and stopped. “What’s wrong?”

Tatty didn’t know Gabe McLeod from Adam’s house cat, but she had to tell someone what had happened. She needed advice about what to do. She was torn about calling the police, and she needed to check on Sam. She was a stranger in Wetumpka, and she could only hope that Gabe could help her.

She blinked back tears and bit down harder on her lip. Now wasn’t the time to react emotionally. “We need to check on Sam. He may be in danger.”

Gabe came to her and put his hands on her shoulders, giving her a bit of steadiness. “What’s happened? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

Tatty stared into his dark brown eyes. He was the lifeline she needed to keep from falling apart. For Lana’s sake, she had to hold it together. “Brent Harlow, this man my sister worked with back in Nashville, has abducted her.” She led him up to the bedroom and showed him the lipstick words on the mirror.

“Is this man dangerous or merely delusional?” Gabe asked.

Tatty needed an answer to that question—and fast. Lana’s fate hung in the balance. “He is delusional. He built this fantasy about Lana. He managed to hack into her emails at work—he has some talent with technology. His obsession with Lana consumed him to the point that Lana moved here to get away from him. We thought it was over. It’s been months since Lana heard anything from Brent. Now he’s tracked her down and taken her. I’m worried that he may harm her. Maybe Sam, too.”

“Was there anything that might have stirred Brent up?”

Tatty put a hand on her forehead. “The wedding announcement. It ran in the Nashville Tennessean Sunday. How could I have been so stupid? I thought—Lana and I both thought—Brent had moved on with his life. I mean once he realized Lana didn’t want him, I—” She stifled the sob.

“Hey, now.” Gabe rubbed her back. “Look, we’ll find her. We will. But you’re right. Let’s check on Sam. He should have been here and I’m worried. If he’s okay, he can help us hunt for Lana. She couldn’t be far. I can smell the roast in the oven.”

“Should I call the police?”

“Me-ow!” The black cat rose on his back paws and put his front paws on her knees. He shook his head.

“I think the cat is saying no,” Gabe said.

“I don’t even know this cat,” Tatty said. “He was just here. But he does seem to know a lot. The cat seems to know that Brent warned me against calling the police when he called. Let’s find Sam and see if he knows anything.”

“Who am I to argue with a black cat or an upset sister?” Gabe asked.

“I don’t know what to do. Maybe we need the police.” Tatty brought her phone out of her pocket and the cat jumped and knocked it from her hand.

“Definitely, the cat is saying no,” Gabe said. “So let’s find Sam.”
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Carolyn Haines. Calling All Cupids. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (154-189). Kindle Edition.

I love Trouble and he definitely has a handle on this case. With help from Trinity the cats assist Gabe and Tatty in finding Lara and her kidnapper.

Laughter, fun, intrigue and interesting insights from Trouble had me turning the pages.

5 Contented Purrs for Carolyn!


Of Mice and Munchkins

Laura Benedict

Gregg Davidson is the principal and also the head teacher at the Wetumpka Montessori School. As this book opens he discovers his classroom mice are gone the door to their habitat open. When Trouble comes to say hello as he’s cleaning up the room he gives Trouble a challenge to find the mice.

Holly Burris is visiting her brother and helping out with his daughter Ally while his wife is away on business. It’s Valentine’s Day and Trent has arranged to have dinner with his friend Gregg with the motive of introducing him to Holly.

This is a favorite scene.

Their burgers came quickly. Realizing she and Trent had been doing most of the talking, she decided to dive in.

“How old are your kids? Do they live with you?”

Gregg gave her a puzzled look. Trent nearly choked on his beer.

“What did I say? Did I say something wrong?” Holly felt the heat rise to her face. Damn Trent for not telling her anything about the guy. Hadn’t Trent said something about kids?

“No kids here.” Gregg raised his hands, defensive. “Never.”

Holly looked at Trent, who was recovering. “You said something about kids wearing him out when we came in, didn’t you?”

Now it was Gregg’s turn to laugh. “He meant the students. At my school. I teach five-year-olds, but we have a classroom for threes and fours, too.”

Holly swatted Trent’s arm with her napkin.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” Trent said. “You’re the one who made the assumption. You know what happens when you assume.”

She turned back to Gregg. “I’m sorry. My brother’s an ass. I think that’s what he’s trying to tell us.” So he was a kindergarten teacher. That was something different.

“Ally’s in my class. She’s a creative little girl, and definitely spirited.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Holly said with a smile. “She’s what my Grandpa used to call a pistol.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy) . Laura Benedict. Of Mice and Munchkins. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (579-590). Kindle Edition.

Now while we do have the mystery of missing mice, there has also been graffiti around town. Unfortunately that escalates when it comes to what’s written on the school’s doors.

Plenty of suspense, a lot of fun and a wonderful romance.

5 Contented Purrs for Laura!


The Madonna in the Garden

Claire Matturro

Trouble is again visiting while his biped Tammy is traveling. In this one a Madonna statue with sentimental value has been stolen from the Anglican Church. Trouble is assisting Lucas with another case but has tagged along with him and his partner Mai on this one.

Mai isn’t very fond of Trouble and thinks Lucas will get an unsavory reputation from having the cat around on cases.

This is a favorite scene.

Soon after, we are back inside Lucas’ vehicle, and I’m carefully tucked in between him and Mai as they toss words back and forth.

“We don’t have a dang thing to go on.” Lucas backs the car around in the church driveway and heads out to Meredith Road.

“Dang? Where’d you learn to cuss?” Mai smiles and cocks her head at him. “You a choirboy or what?”

But her words are teasing, and when she flips her shiny black hair, I get it. She’s flirting. Lucas nearly drives over a curb as he gets it too and turns red. Poor boy. I purr just to remind him I’m here in case he needs my help.

“Neighborhood boys, I’d reckon.” As soon as he says “reckon,” Lucas blushes a deeper shade of red. “Maybe some kind of scavenger hunt or just the petty theft boys’ll sometimes do to show off.”

But Mai doesn’t tease him this time. “I don’t know. Do kids even do scavenger hunts anymore?”

I meow to indicate support for the idea of teens, though not necessarily just boys. Mai frowns and looks down at me. “Does it have its shots and stuff?”

It? Pardon me. I flatten my ears and give her a hard stare, which she matches and raises one by squinting her eyes into narrow slits as she glares at me. “Does it have fleas?”

Fleas! She might be cute, and I suppose she’s smart or she wouldn’t be gifted in speaking so many foreign languages, but if she’s planning on spending time with Lucas, she’s going to have to learn better manners. Or wait until Lucas and I have finished our big case and I’ve gone back to Tammy Lynn in Wetumpka.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong with Trouble.” Lucas perks up, glances at Mai, and smiles, nearly missing a stop sign. As he puts on the brakes and I dig my claws in the seat to keep from tumbling forward, he laughs. “He’s healthy as a horse, and four times smarter. Shoot, he’s as smart as your average person.”

Huffily, I let out a short, low meow. Average person. I beg your pardon. That’s a low bar to set. And Lucas knows better.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Claire Matturro. The Madonna in the Garden. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (1192-1207). Kindle Edition.

This is an enlightening tale that hits on racism, forgiveness and sweet romance as this tale unfolds.

5 Contented Purrs for Claire!


Trouble at the Hip Joint

Michelle Broussard Honick

While Tammy Lynn is off at a destination wedding, Trouble is visiting Julia in Nashville. Julia has a lovely female cat named Belle that Trouble finds charming. Of course there’s mystery involved and this one involves Julia’s client Brady Grant.

Brady is a popular Nashville singer and unfortunately he is in the hospital following an attempted poisoning. Since Brady is a single father, Julia has been taking care of his daughter Andy at their home so Trouble isn’t seeing much of Belle.

Julie is dating Brady’s pulmonologist Steve, he’s the one who determined that the inhaler was used to poison him. There are several suspects from Brady’s ex-wife, his manager, an obsessed fan and also another singer.

Trouble is determined to find out who’s trying to kill Brady and it’s my opinion he wants this done expediently so he can spend more time with Belle.

This is a favorite scene as they get together for lunch at the Hip Joint.

“The Hip Joint definitely is the coolest coffee shop in town,” a bubbly Andy raved. “Thanks so much for letting me come with you. Do you think I could have a latte?”

“Would you settle for a cup of my favorite Angel’s Dream tea instead? It’s even better with a slice of their pound cake and strawberries, and we can pretend we’re having High Tea with Harry and Meghan at Kensington Palace!”

“Dessert before supper—I like it!” Andy decided. “Hey, Julia, do you know when Daddy and Steve will get here?”

“How about now?” Brady asked. He smilingly pulled up a chair from the table behind his daughter as she reached up to hug him. “I’m glad you brought her and our favorite sleuth along, Julia. I feel better knowing Trouble is on the job.” He smoothed Trouble’s velvety black fur. “And maybe we could order some of those tuna salad sandwiches to share with him.”

“What a loud purr! I swear he’s smiling at you, Brady!” I laughed, as Steve slid into the chair next to me, reaching for my hand.

“We’re going to have to discuss the case later,” Steve murmured, nodding at the party in the opposite corner.

I nudged Brady. “Your esteemed rival, Dave, seems to have made a royal appearance. Ten-to-one he’s trying to talk your favorite co-writer into giving him a hold on his newest song.”

Brady’s smile didn’t falter. “Don’t think for a second that I’d take that bet. I’m sure you’re right about Dave’s plans, but I’m not worried. I’ve been friends with Del Moon as long as I’ve been in town, and he’s already promised me that song,”

Dave and his entourage noisily settled in at the table next to that occupied by Del and his ten-year-old daughter, Melody, who went to St. Bernard Academy with Andy. I noticed Melody motioning for Andy to “come on over.”

Our usual server stopped by the table with menus. “We don’t need them, Dixie,” Brady said. “We’ll have a big platter of the pimento cheese and the tuna salad sandwiches with two black coffees, two cups of Angel’s Dream tea, four slices of your special pound cake with strawberries, and a big bowl of filtered water and an extra plate for our little friend here. That oughta hold us til supper.”

Dixie smiled. “I do like customers who know what they want. I’ll go place your order.” She started to walk off, then turned back. “And Brady, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m just glad to be here.” Andy waited politely before asking, “Daddy, may I go over to Del’s table for a little while to talk to Melody?”

Brady grinned. “Sure, sweetheart. Just be sure to come back before the music starts and…”

They laughingly chorused together, “Stay in my line of sight!”

The three of us chuckled until Dave sauntered over to our table.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Michelle Broussard Honick. Trouble at the Hip Joint. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (1733-1763). Kindle Edition.

Lots of twists in this page-turning short.

Love, laughter, suspense and romance abound.

5 Contented Purrs for Michelle!


Engine Trouble

Fran Driscoll Roberts

It’s Valentine’s Day and Cami and her husband are heading in opposite directions. Cami on a flight with Trouble to return him to Tammy Lynn and Levi, who in the Coast Guard, to his station to catch his transport to a thirty day training session in California. Cali would be staying with Tammy until his scheduled return home.

As is always the case in February, the weather takes a turn for the worse. While flights are being cancelled left and right, Cami’s takes off only to land in Chicago with engine trouble.

As they wait they meet Moses a Ghanan Paralympic medal winner, who thanks to weather delays is low on funds and has a couple of young ladies helping him raise some money for food. He’s been touring events to raise money for his team but his budget has been severely strained by continual delays.

Cami and Trouble befriend the gentleman and they all have a meal together when the unthinkable happens. The Medals he showed them earlier and has been guarding with his life are gone.

This is a favorite scene as Trouble starts investigating.

“Everybody in this terminal is confined to these last few gates for the next hour,” said the Deputy U.S. Marshal. “Nothing is going out, and I believe we can coax the passengers into helping with the search. Moses, your story is known, and most people are sympathetic. The storm is forecast to be ending within the next hour, and your replacement plane is en route.” The Marshal was an older fellow with a military haircut and a slim build. He had merry blue eyes, and could have passed for anybody’s grandfather. His involvement in the investigation was a favor to the airport police supervisor, an old friend from his Army days. “Intra-agency goodwill,” he’d said with a wink.Moses looked about to cry. A large vein in his forehead throbbed. “The plane is worth nothing now. I cannot go anywhere without the medals.”

The U.S. Marshal began to pace. “There has only been one flight out of here in the past forty minutes, and we have video of the few folks who have recently left the airport. Chances are, the medals are still here. We don’t have a warrant, but we do have years of experience searching for items of importance. And we have a few gadgets up our sleeve the thief may not have anticipated.”

“Yes,” said Cami. She watched Trouble walk through the restaurant, stopping to peer into each bag on the floor and pawing at luggage and purses unnoticed.

Pippa, the angelic-looking girl at the next table, was taking more items out from under her dress. She had a black leather glove, three silver bangle bracelets, and an ornate red barrette. Her mother glanced at the Marshal, the police and security officers circulating through the area, and then down at the table, her face pale and horrified.

“Trouble, my money is on her for the thief,” Cami whispered into Trouble’s ear when he returned.

The little girl stared at Cami from across the room as if she knew exactly what she had just whispered. A cold chill ran down Cami’s back and the cornflower blue eyes seemed to slice right through her.

Cami repeated her concern sotto voce to the U.S. Marshal, and he summoned two officers with a tilt of his head. Maybe the flustered woman was a pro, and her daughter was just part of the family business. Or maybe she had just ruined the woman’s already tough day.

Trouble meowed and walked out of the restaurant. Cami followed. He sauntered back to the water fountain where they had first met Moses. Along the way, Cami kept a careful eye out for clues. Was Trouble suggesting that the pouch had been slit open before they went into the restaurant? If so, the list of suspects just tripled.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Fran Driscoll Roberts. Engine Trouble. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (2120-2139). Kindle Edition.

Suspenseful and fun as Trouble sniffs out the culprit of this interesting theft and a wonderful surprise as well.

5 Contented Purrs for Fran!


Trouble with Horses

Maggie Toussaint

In this book before she leaves Trouble Tammy tells him to protect her friend River Holloway. Now their at a Ranch where River is catering a corporate dinner for North Merrick Security Systems. She had turned the job down three times before her ex Pete, who is also the CEO offered an exorbitant amount of money. Money River needed because her brother stole the mayor’s car after their mother’s funeral.

Trouble decides he likes the man but he would protect River even from him if necessary.

It also seems that beyond the actual meal, Pete wants her help in solving a mystery. Although the nature of said mystery wasn’t revealed until dessert.

This is a favorite scene.

Pete gestured to the empty place after everyone had cobbler. “Bring another dessert and black coffee for my final guest.” So I did, wondering who the mysterious guest was while I enjoyed the compliments on the meal.

“Certainly.” I filled his request and topped off the coffee cups. The tardy guest better hurry or the ice cream would be soup.

Pete followed me to the coffee station at the sideboard. “Please join us, River.”

A spark of desire flashed between us, and I acknowledged the undercurrents of his employees weren’t the only ones in this room. Longing filled his eyes, and my heart jolted. Damn. I wasn’t prepared for this. How could he ignore me for months and expect me to open my arms to him?

I had to be strong for both of us. After this meal, he’d leave again. He wanted me because I was the one that got away. Pete never backed away from a challenge.

“I should pack the van,” I said. “I have a long drive ahead of me.”

“It can wait.” He tugged me closer. “I need your help solving a mystery.”

His heady scent, a blend of sea breeze, citrus, and Pete, made it impossible to think straight. “Okay, I’ll stay, but I don’t see how I can help.”

He reached behind me and shut the kitchen door. “I trust you.”

How odd and yet his admission melted the starch in my spine. Pete escorted me to the empty seat, pulling out my chair, his hand lingering on my shoulder as I sat. If not for him ignoring me for months, I’d think he cared for me. The notion skittered in my head, tantalizing me with fairy tale possibilities. The roses and candlelight were infecting me too.

Pete tapped his dessert fork against a crystal water glass. “I’m glad everyone could join me at the farm on short notice. Holloway Catering provided an excellent kick-off to our corporate retreat. Thank you, River.”

Polite applause ensued. I nodded, sipped coffee, and wondered where this was going.

“I asked River for an outsider’s perspective of our discussion. I’ll get right to the point. Once the cartel takeover threat to North Merrick was neutralized, a new problem problem came to light.”

Cartel takeover? My blood iced. Pete had said nothing of a takeover or drug lords, just that he needed to address the company’s problems. Drug cartels played for keeps. He was lucky he survived. Why didn’t he tell me what he was up against?

“Someone in the company wants North Merrick to fail,” Pete continued. “Further, someone at this table leaked proprietary information to our competition, embezzled money from the company, and sabotaged several clients’ customized security software. Until I know different, every employee at this table is guilty.”

The outcry deafened me. It took everything I had not to cover my ears. Trouble leapt from his post by my chair to the nearby window, crouched low, and stared outside. What did he see in the dusky twilight?
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Maggie Toussaint. Trouble with Horses. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (2412-2475). Kindle Edition.

With Pete’s declaration of someone sabotaging the company the fun really begins.

This is the ultimate mystery dinner, with plenty of suspects, suspense and more than one surprise.

5 Contented Purrs for Maggie!


Double Trouble

Eve Osborne

I love all the Trouble mysteries but I particularly love the ones when he’s home with Tammy Lynn.

In this one, Tammy Lynn is upset because Aiden isn’t around or calling her as Valentine’s Day is closing in. Worse is that now Trouble isn’t eating and she needs to figure out why.

Trouble’s girl has disappeared and when Tammy follows him she discovers the hairs and contacts their vet. He figures out who the cat belongs to and Trouble kind of takes it from there.

This is a favorite scene.

I strolled back to the shop and hopped onto the front counter, where Tammy picked me up and gave me a snuggle. Although a cat of my aristocratic tastes must maintain an appropriate level of detachment, I rewarded her with a purr. I could tell she was still concerned about me, even though we now knew Priscilla was not so much missing as “away.” But for how long? I hadn’t seen the stray bruiser for a few days, and while he clearly lacked my superior intellect, he did seem the persistent type. What if he somehow found his way to Millbrook and I wasn’t there to protect my love?

“I’m sorry, Trouble,” she said. “Mrs. Beachcroft still hasn’t returned my calls. I’m sure they’ll be home soon. Unlike Aiden.” She gestured to the phone. “I got a text. No service, he says. Can’t call out. Will explain soon. Right. No service, but he can text.” She set me down on the counter and hurried off to rearrange the front window display. She didn’t fool me a bit, especially not after I saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes. It made me want to bite Aiden, even though I rather liked the chap.

And even though I needed him for my plan to work.

Since Tammy seemed to need a little space, I grabbed her mobile phone in my mouth and disappeared into a quiet corner of the shop.

I was in high gear now. I could see Aiden’s phone number from the caller list and therefore could also text him. It wasn’t something that as a cat I had a lot of experience with, but I was determined to master texting or swiping so I could convince Tammy I needed a smart phone.

I sent Aiden a short text message along with an emoji of a cat, hoping he would realize it was me. Can you pick me up at the central fountain by the Millbrook courthouse tomorrow at noon? I dared not give Elsie’s address until I’d had a chance to scope out the situation. I planned to find transportation to Millbrook and hoped that Aiden might be close enough to get me and Priscilla back to Wetumpka. Tammy had enough on her mind—and besides, if I could just bring Aiden back to her, I knew they would be able to straighten everything out.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Eve Osborne. Double Trouble. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations(2863-2877>. Kindle Edition.

I got a real kick out of Trouble texting and the surprise he finds when he locates his Pricilla.

A fun and romantic page turner that stars both Trouble and Tammy Lynn.

5 Contented Purrs for Eve!


The Rescue

Nancy Sartor

This is another one with Tammy Lynn, Trouble and Aiden. This mystery however is darker and far more dangerous.

A murder has been committed at the river, and part of the evidence is a book. Aiden calls in Tammy since she’s an expert. When she see it she explains the man shouldn’t have it since the book was a fake and she has the only copy. They head to her shop to see if the book is still there and as soon as they enter her shop Trouble sends things flying off the counter.

This is a favorite scene.

Tammy hurried after Trouble, collecting the flyers he seemed bent on scooting across the floor and trying to keep her face from blooming scarlet. “I am so sorry, Aiden,” she said as she bent and snatched. “I don’t know what’s gotten into that cat.”

Aiden picked up the final flyer, put them all back in the plastic holder and turned to Tammy. A dark red flush showed above his stiff beige collar.

“I know it’s terribly late to be asking. Every time I got a minute to call you, something fell apart.” He shrugged. “And I’m sure you already have plans, but if you don’t, would you consider going out with me?”

Tammy couldn’t stop her eyes from flying wide, but she managed to add a smile. “I don’t have plans, Aiden, and I would love to go out with you.” She put a hand on her neck trying in vain to stop the heat that was rising toward her face.

“That’s great,” Aiden said with a grin that tried to swallow his face. “I’m so sorry to ask so late.” He turned to the cat. “I guess I should thank Trouble for reminding me.”

Tammy narrowed her gaze at the cat. He’d been particularly obnoxious in the last few minutes, totally intent on keeping those flyers moving. He was now licking one paw in a pose that said he was as contented as if he’d just finished a bowl of cream.

Could he have deliberately set out to remind Aiden? She shook her head at herself. Trouble was an enormously intelligent cat with a knack for crime solving, it was true. But he was still a cat. It was hard to imagine he’d concern himself with affairs of the human heart.

She turned back to Aiden just in time to catch a look on his face that sent a thrill through her. It was warm and approving as if she’d done something clever instead of chasing holiday flyers across the room. Then she realized he wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking at Trouble.

“So,” Aiden said, shaking himself as if he’d momentarily lost his train of thought.

“The book is missing?”

“Yes.”

He turned the plastic bag with the novel over in his hands. “How do you imagine he got it?”
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Nancy Sartor. The Rescue. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (3090-3105). Kindle Edition.

Plenty of twists and turns as this story continues. Trouble of course is in the middle of it all.

I really do love these suspense filled tales.

5 Contented Purrs for Nancy!


A Troubled Romance

Lisa Wysocky

Tammy’s friend Becca was offering up her Equestrian facilities for special events. To launch the idea she’s hosting the 1st Annual Valentine’s Day Festival it would be a 3 day event. Tammy has brought Trouble and every Valentine’s book she had in stock to sell.

Chad, the gentleman at the next booth over from her had a 3D printing machine and was selling all kinds of Valentine themed offerings. During quiet time he was working on a snoring app, he had a deadline he needed to meet.

This is a favorite scene.

Chad yelled at the gray man and tried to run after him. However, the people sprawled on the soft arena floor, and the number of couples walking through the aisle who had their arms wrapped around each other, combined with Chad’s physical awkwardness, prevented his progress. By the time Chad finally reached the door, the gray man was nowhere in sight. Becca, who was still escorting Cat and Carole past various booths, saw the commotion. Then she saw Chad leaning against the open doorway, his face in his hands.

“What happened?” she asked, rushing toward him.

“My computer’s been stolen. It has my app on it. My snoring app. Years of work is just . . . gone.”

“You didn’t have your app backed up?” she asked.

“An earlier version,” he said. “It’s just the most recent set of tweaks that weren’t, because I was still working on them. I’m on a tight deadline. There is another meeting with Z-Corp, the health giant, next week. They want to buy the app from me and will give low-cost downloads of it, and include the bracelet with some of their anti-snoring medications. They also will promote it heavily to doctors and so will their doctors. The money they are offering is . . . well, it’s astounding to me.”

Becca understood how the loss of a computer and the files for an app like this could be devastating, but she also didn’t want her first annual event to be tarnished by scandal. She needed to tamp this down quickly.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” she said, leading him away from the door. “I tell you what. You have a crowd of people around your booth. Go take care of them and I’ll call the police.”

Chad noticed that Becca’s hand was rubbing circles on his back as they walked. It felt nice. Soothing. Soon, he began to relax. He looked at her face, into her unusual turquoise eyes, and saw kindness. He sighed.

“At least whoever stole my computer can’t get into it. I have a series of complicated passcodes that they’ll never break through,” he said. “I employ full-disk encryption encryption with a complex passphrase as the encryption seed.”

Becca smiled at him, although her eyes glazed over at his words. That happened a lot when he talked about computers or his app. But then Becca rallied and said, “I’ll call the police now.” Then she squeezed his hand and walked away.

Chad could not take his eyes off her.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Lisa Wysocky. A Troubled Romance. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (3606-3626). Kindle Edition.

Security increases but the chances of getting the computer back were slim. Until the thieves realized they couldn’t get into the laptop.

Some very hairy moments, lots of interaction with Trouble and his new friend Peaches, and a blossoming romance.

5 Contented Purrs for Lisa!


Passin’ Time

Greg Herren

Trouble knew he needed to be in New Orleans, someone there needed his help. Terry is lonely, and the cat he calls Trouble hasn’t shown up to eat. He heads out to the sotre hoping he can get what he needs before the crowds get to thick. New Orleans parade routes really become clogged with people.

This is a favorite scene.

I slipped on my sandals, shoved my wallet and keys into my shorts pocket, and went out the front door. I looked for Trouble, keeping my eyes open, but I didn’t see him anywhere.

There was a crowd at the corner, with ladders for the children and chairs for adults, coolers and bags for the captured treasure, the smell of charcoal and roasting burgers and hot dogs and sausage, the scent of grease from the big corn dog and funnel cake stand set up at the corner at Felicity Street. Kids were playing frisbee and tossing a football around in the street, the downtown side of St. Charles already closed off for the start of Iris. I couldn’t help but smile and say hello back to people. Strangers greeted me as I weaved around them on my way to Walgreens. Carnival brings out the best in New Orleans, and people are always so festive and cheerful and friendly and happy.

It didn’t take as long as I thought it would at Walgreens, and miracle of miracles they did have my French Vanilla creamer. I was in a really good mood as I walked back home.

And when I got to my corner, there was a man standing there, holding Trouble.

“Trouble?” I said. He’d been purring and cuddling with the man holding him, but when he heard my voice he squirmed out of his arms and ran over to me, winding in and around my legs and purring. I knelt down to pick him up. “There you are,” I said. “I was worried about you.”

“Terry?”

I looked up, and caught my breath. “Jeff? Is it really you?”

“It’s really me.” He smiled his gorgeous smile back at me, his dimples deepening in his tanned cheeks, his green eyes sparkling the way that always used to—well, apparently still did—make my knees weak. “Your cat is very friendly.”

“Trouble? Yes.” I could feel myself blushing. “How long has it been?”

Jeff.

How many times had I asked myself if I’d blown my second chance?

Jeff was a friend of Russ and David’s, and the first person they tried to set me up with after Paul died. We’d actually met before that dinner party set up, when they sprang him on me. Years earlier, when Paul and I had separated, we’d connected on-line and met for coffee. He was so handsome, so tall, so sexy, and so kind…but Paul and I had made it through that bad patch and I’d never spoken to Jeff again. And then Russ and David tried to set us up. That dinner had been so awkward, with the two of them hovering and the two of us so embarrassed at how obvious they were—he’d known about me coming but I hadn’t known about him, and it was all such a huge mess that afterwards he’d walked me home and I asked him over for dinner as a do-over.

We’d dated for about three months, nothing serious, just spending time with each other and getting to know each other. He’d moved away shortly after our coffee date, going to Dallas for a job that had turned out fairly well and he’d been able to quit that job and move back. He was a painter and a photographer, had a very successful show in a great gallery on Royal Street and then had done some in Palm Springs, New York and Beverly Hills. He was a rising star in the art world and he wanted to travel. I wasn’t in that place yet, I was still settled in New Orleans and a jet setting life of traveling the world wasn’t something…wasn’t something I was ready for. So things came to an end, without any hard feelings, and he was off. We were friends on social media, and sometimes I would see his posts from exotic places all over the world, from Peru and Bangkok, the Marshall Islands and Paris, Istanbul and Egypt, and he always looked so happy.

There was always the same guy with him, it seemed, in many of the pictures and I was happy for him. But…sometimes, sometimes when I would see one of those pictures I would feel a pang, a sense of you really blew it…but I couldn’t feel sorry for myself for long because Jeff always looked so happy.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” I said. I gestured down the street with my head. “I just live down the street. Would you like some coffee or something?” It sounded lame, and Trouble was looking at me, clearly thinking, you are so bad at this, no wonder you’re still single.
Terrell, Jaden. The Trouble with Cupid: 10 Short Mysteries Spiced with Romance (Familiar Legacy). Greg Herren. Passin’ Time. KaliOka Press. Kindle Locations (3868-3896). Kindle Edition.

Trouble has a great sense for the humans around him and once again proves he can help in many ways.

A wonderful tale of a second chance that went no where, to a third chance that just might.

5 Contented Purrs for Greg!


Jaden Terrell’s Bio and Links

The voice of Trouble in this anthology is provided by Jaden Terrell, a Shamus Award finalist and the internationally published author of the Nashville-based Jared McKean mysteries. She is a contributor to the Killer Nashville Noir: Coldblooded anthology and to Now Write! Mysteries, a collection of writing exercises published by Tarcher/Penguin for writers of crime fiction. A recipient of the 2016 Killer Nashville Builder Award and the 2009 Magnolia Award for service to the Southeastern Chapter of Mystery Writers of America, Jaden is a former special education teacher with thirty years of experience as a teacher and trainer. She is a writing coach, workshop leader, developmental/content editor, and ghostwriter.

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Carolyn Haine’s Bio and Links
Carolyn Haines is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over 70 books in a number of genres. She is the president of KaliOka Press. In the 1990s she wrote a series of novels about Familiar, the black cat detective. Familiar is Trouble’s dad. An animal lover and advocate, Haines runs an animal rescue at her farm. FAMILIAR TROUBLE is the first book in the new multi-author Familiar Legacy series. Trouble is based on her beloved late cat, Coal Shaft Haines.

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Laura Benedict’s Bio and Links
Laura Benedict is the Edgar- and ITW Thriller Award- nominated author of seven novels of suspense, including the forthcoming The Stranger Inside (February 2019). Small Town Trouble, her latest book, is a cozy crime novel. Her Bliss House gothic trilogy includes The Abandoned Heart, Charlotte’s Story (Booklist starred review), and Bliss House. Her short fiction has appeared in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine and in numerous anthologies like Thrillers: 100 Must-Reads, The Lineup: 20 Provocative Women Writers, and St. Louis Noir. A native of Cincinnati, she lives in Southern Illinois with her family. Visit her website to read her blog and sign up for her quarterly newsletter.

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Claire Matturro’s Bio and Links

Claire Matturro, twice a Romantic Times book award winner, has been a journalist in Alabama, a lawyer in Florida, an organic blueberry farmer in Georgia, and taught at Florida State University and University of Oregon. Her books are: Skinny-Dipping (2004) (a BookSense pick, Romantic Times’ Best First Mystery, and nominated for a Barry Award); Wildcat Wine (2005) (nominated for a Georgia Writer of the Year Award); Bone Valley (2006) and Sweetheart Deal (2007) (winner of Romantic Times’ Award for Most Humorous Mystery), all published by William Morrow, and Trouble in Tallahassee (KaliOka Press 2017). While living in Tallahassee, she was a member of the vestry at St. Andrew’s Anglican Catholic Church. Now living in Southwest Florida, she remains active in writers’ groups and reviews books for Southern Literary Review.

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Michelle Broussard Honick’s Bio and Links
A Louisiana native who now lives in Nashville, Michelle Broussard Honick previously worked for country entertainers Ronnie Milsap and Tammy Wynette. A journalism graduate of Louisiana State University and student at its first-ever coed summer school program in London, she has written for numerous national music publications and nine produced mystery dinner theatres, as well as co-writing the book Ghosts, Gangsters, & Gamblers of Las Vegas. Michelle has two rescue cats (the nearly twenty-year-old tortoiseshell calico calico Belle and the much younger black cat Brady, who inspired two names in this story), and she is thrilled to write in the Trouble series that’s spearheaded by her favorite writer, Carolyn Haines.

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Fran Driscoll Roberts’ Bio and Links

Fran Driscoll Roberts was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Although she loved the people and her Green Bay Packers, she relocated to the Gulf Coast to enjoy six months of summer and three weeks of winter. She currently teaches middle school social studies in Pascagoula, MS, and truly enjoys a challenge. Her first two books were devotionals, brought about by a curse she prayed upon herself as a young child: “Lord, please don’t ever let my life be boring.” The first book is 31 Prayers for the Addict I Love written after the untimely death of two addicted loved ones. The second is 31 Prayers for When Life Isn’t Fair. Roberts’ first fiction novel, A Place Called Grace, is a Christian Romance/adventure. The sequel— A Place Without Mercy” was released in December, 2016. There are more stories to come, since her wild imagination rarely rests. Roberts has also published several poems and short stories, and loves to read as much as write. She lives in Pascagoula with her two daughters, four dogs and a cat (the number of animals could vary at any time, though). She also has a grown son in South Carolina who also happens to be her favorite preacher, though the pastors at First Baptist Tillman’s Corner are in her top five. She’s a member of Gulf Coast Writer’s Association, Mobile Writer’s Guild, and West Mobile Writer’s Group.

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Maggie Toussaint’s Bio and Links
Formerly a contract scientist for the U.S. Army and a freelance reporter, mystery and suspense author Maggie Toussaint has nineteen published books, sixteen as Maggie Toussaint and three as Rigel Carson. Her previous mysteries include Gone and Done It; Bubba Done It; Doggone It; Dadgummit; Death, Island Style; the Lindsey & Ike Mysteries; and three titles in her Cleopatra Jones series: In for A Penny, On the Nickel, and Dime If I Know. Her June 2018 mystery, Confound It, is Book Five in her Dreamwalker series about a psychic sleuth. Maggie won the Silver Falchion Award for Best Cozy/Traditional mystery in 2014. Additionally, she won a National Readers Choice Award and an EPIC award for Best Romantic Suspense. Maggie is the president of the Southeast chapter of Mystery Writers of America and vice president of Low Country Sisters in Crime. A native Georgian, she lives with her husband in coastal Georgia, where secrets, heritage, and ancient oaks cast long shadows.

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Eve Osborne’s Bio and Links

This is Eve Osborne’s first published short story, but she has been writing fiction since she was a kid. Her background in general management has given her elevated sensitivity and consciousness, a heart for cooperation, and a great insight into human behavior. An empathetic animal lover of all creatures big and small, she lives in Auckland, New Zealand, with her husband, son and pets.


Nancy Sartor’s Bio and Links

Nancy Sartor is a Nashville born writer, a charter member and current president of Word Spinners Ink, the oldest on-line writer’s group, a member of RWA, MWA and SiNC, the current secretary of SEMWA, a graduate of Donald Maass’s Breakout Novel Intensive Workshop, workshop on micro tension and the Writer’s Police Academy. She lives in Rural Hill, Tennessee, just east of Nashville with her husband, classical composer and conductor, David Sartor and two Maine Coon cats. Nancy has three published novels: Bones Along the Hill, Christmas Across Time, and Blessed Curse.

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Lisa Wysocky’s Bio and Links

Lisa Wysocky is the author of the award-winning Cat Enright cozy equestrian mystery series, now optioned for film and television. She splits her time between Tennessee and Minnesota, and when not writing or riding, spends time as executive director of the nonprofit, Colby’s Army.

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Greg Herren’s Bio and Links

Greg Herren is the award-winning author of thirty-five novels, including the Chanse MacLeod mysteries and the Scott Bradley adventures. He was won two Lambda Literary Awards, the Anthony Award, and two Moonbeam Children’s Book Award medals for Outstanding Young Adult Mystery/Horror. He has also been short-listed for the Macavity Award, the Shirley Jackson Award, and twelve more Lambda Literary Awards. He lives in New Orleans with his partner of twenty-one years, and is currently working on the eighth Scotty Bradley novel.

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Quarterback Sneak – Red Hot Valentine 2 by Desiree Holt


Quarterback Sneak
Red Hot Valentine Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Desiree Holt

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Stacy Halligan has spent her adult life focusing on her career, choosing men with far less care than she does her professional path. That’s probably the reason all of her relationships end in disaster. Now, she’s senior editor of the magazine where she works, and she was so sure this latest hunk would be the one. When he dumps her just before Valentine’s Day, who does she complain to? As always, her next door neighbor and friend, backup quarterback Max Sullivan. She sees Max as her best friend. Comfortable. Easy to be with.

Max doesn’t mind hanging out with Stacy, but in the three years they’ve lived next door to each other, he’s hoped for a lot more. Now, he sees his opening. When he offers to put on a blitz leading up to Valentine’s Day to make the guy jealous, he has an ulterior motive. He wants to show her he’s the one she should pick because he wants Stacy for himself. His campaign includes chocolate, flowers, little gifts, and hopefully, really hot sex. Because he’s been dying forever to get her into his bed and keep her there.

Will this work? He only has until Valentine’s Day to find out.

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Stacy and Mac are best friends and he often hangs with her and commiserates with her when she breaks up with a boyfriend. This book opens with such a scene and Mac comes up with a different kind of solution for her. One that he hopes will lead them where he wants this relationship to go.

Romancing Stacy won’t be a hardship for him, it’s something he’s wanted from the day he met her. However breaking down her barriers might take a while. He intends to make the most of the two weeks she’s giving him.

This is a favorite scene.

She gave an unsteady chuckle. “I’m stunned you would make such an offer. For me. Like this.”

“Hey.” He tried to smooth his features. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Don’t you have your own women to romance? Do all the romance crap with? I’d hate for some jealous female to show up and scratch my eyes out.”

“No.” He shrugged. “No one special.”

“And what about all the stuff the Warriors always do over holidays? For instance, I happen to know the owner and his wife have a huge party every year. Remember, we did a story about it last year?”

“One night. Big deal. When’s your shindig?”

“On Valentine’s Day itself. A week from Saturday.”

“Well, there you are.” He leaned back and took a calming sip of his beer. “The Warriors party is on Friday night. No conflict. Anyway, all I have to do is put in an appearance there then split.” His eyes lit up. “Hey! Why don’t you come with?”

Stacy frowned. “Get real. I don’t fit in with that crowd. I refuse to wear a barely-there cocktail dress, flaunt my boobs, and trowel on enough makeup to pave a sidewalk.”

Max laughed. “I should be insulted, you know. Don’t you think I have better taste than that? Besides, there are a lot of really nice women at these parties. Wives, fiancées. Like that. So does that mean you won’t be my date?”

“I think Saturday night will be enough obligatory duty for you. Thanks anyway, though.”

“You know I mean the invitation,” he insisted.

“And I appreciate it.” She chewed her thumbnail again. “You know this will get in the papers. The starting quarterback has been hurt so often, you’ve played in a bunch of games the past season. It certainly elevated your profile. The media will sniff out what’s happening and be all over it like white on rice.”

He laughed. “I’ll have a hotshot writer on my arm. And a gorgeous one at that. Besides, it will be a big improvement over the women they usually pair me up with.”

“Hah!” she snorted. “As if.”

“Whatever.” How could he tell her no woman measured up to her in his mind? She’d never believe him. At least, not right now. “We’ll put on a good show and have some fun doing it, right?” He waited another heartbeat. “So, what’s the answer? Shall we do it?”

“Uh, well, okay. If you’re positive you want to.” She grinned at him. “There’s going to be gossip for sure. Everyone will be stunned that a handsome stud like you has scooped me up.”

“Stacy.” His voice sobered. “You sell yourself way too short in that department. I keep telling you, you’re—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she spat. “All those things you said. So, how do we go about it? When do we start?”

“Tomorrow’s good for me, if it works for you. It’s Monday, and we have almost two full weeks until Valentine’s Day. By then, we’ll have the jerk begging you to take him back. How about if I pick you up for lunch?” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth, objection written all over her face. “No, you’re not meeting me at the restaurant. The plan only works if we do it where everyone can see us. Right?”

“Uh, right. Okay. Wow!” She took a sip of beer. “This will be an eye opener for everyone.”

“Which is exactly what it’s supposed to be.” He set his empty bottle aside and stood up. “I should probably let you get to sleep so you can be bright-eyed and sharp tomorrow.”

“So I can play my part.” She nodded.

“Absolutely.” But I won’t be playing at all. For me, it will be real.

“Thanks again, Max,” she told him as she walked him to the door.

“My pleasure, sweet lady.” He turned and put his hands on her shoulders. “I probably will kiss you when I come to get you tomorrow, so maybe we should have a couple of practice ones. You know, so we can get it right.”

“K-kiss?” She swallowed hard. “P-Practice?”

”Sure.” He grinned. “It’s easy. Let me show you.”
Holt, Desiree. Quarterback Sneak (A Red Hot Valentine Book 2). Desiree Holt. Kindle Locations (171-204). Kindle Edition.

Lots of fun, as he shocks her co-workers and Stacy too with his plans and romancing.

A few surprises some very good, some not so much, and plenty of sizzling heat.

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USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author.

She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)


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Beloved Heart – An Abandoned Heart Spin-off – Defiance Book 1.5 by Skye MacKinnon


Beloved Heart:
An Abandoned Heart Spin-Off
Defiance Series Book 1.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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When a diamond necklace vanishes on the sleeper train to Scotland, Emily and her men are called into action. Their employer: The Royal Family.

In a world of intrigue, wealth and whispered rumours, can Em keep her nerve and solve the case? And more importantly, will there be time to celebrate Valentine’s Day with her three guys?

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A short and steamy reverse harem set after the events of Abandoned Heart (Defiance series book 1), but it can be read as a standalone.

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I confess I haven’t read Abandoned Hearts, but now I really need to.

Right from the first page, this book heats up and I got a kick out of Emily’s reaction to Luther’s get-up. Although it was also a bit rude of him to dress that way and tell her she had to get up when she really needed more sleep.

He does make it up to her in a very chocolatey way.

This is a favorite scene.

The smell of chocolate reaches my nose and I decide it would take too long to get dressed properly. Instead, I pull a fluffy bathrobe over my naked body and head towards the kitchen and the source of the wonderful scent.  

Luther is the best cook in the world. No doubt about that. Ever since I’ve moved in, he’s experimented with chocolate. My favourite food. Unfortunately, he’s managed to create some dishes that are so good that the others have discovered their love for chocolate as well. Less for me. I’ve had to learn to take as much as I can while they’re not looking.

“What are you making?” I ask as soon as I enter the kitchen.

“Surprise,” he mutters while opening the oven, hiding whatever’s baking in there behind his broad body. That’s just not fair. First, he makes me get up, then he doesn’t tell me what smells so delicious.

“Can I at least get some hot chocolate?”

He chuckles. “Already on the counter.”

He knows me so well. I grab the mug and sit on one of the bar stools, watching him. He’s put on a t-shirt that shows off his muscles. The bow has disappeared and has sadly made way for jogging pants. So unsexy compared to the red bow. Guess I had my chance and didn’t take it.

“We have a new job,” he says while rummaging in a drawer, probably searching for the oven gloves that are hanging right in front of his nose. Men.

“Hook. Nose,” I say and he laughs, taking the gloves. Typical.

“What’s the job?” I ask as he takes out a tray from the oven. The smell of chocolate intensifies, making my mouth water. He purposely hides it from view. Damn that man.

“It’s a bit unusual,” he explains, “but it sounds like fun.”

“Yes, but what is it?” I’m starting to grow impatient, both because I’m hungry and because I want to know why I had to get up this early.

“Some very precious jewellery has gone missing. Do you want cream?”

“Yes.” I sigh. “We don’t usually deal with theft. What’s so special about it?”

He turns and winks at me. “The owners are royalty.”

My eyes widen. “Royalty? Like the Royal family? The Queen?”

Luther nods. “I’ve not been told who exactly but it seems to be someone very high up in the hierarchy. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have contacted SOCA. Scotland Yard passed the case to us because the jewellery was stolen here in Scotland.”

“Balmoral?” I ask, referring to the Queen’s estate in Aberdeenshire.

He nods again. “Fancy a trip to the countryside?”

I can’t hide a wide smile. This is turning out a lot more exciting than I assumed.

“Of course. But what’s for breakfast?”

Instead of an answer, he puts a plate in front of me. A beautiful, perfectly baked brownie is staring up at me. With coconut icing on top. With chocolate chunks sticking out of the dough. With a dollop of cream on the side.
Skye MacKinnon. Beloved Heart: A Defiance Series Spin-Off (Kindle Locations 57-81). Peryton Press.

As Luther and Emily begin the investigation at Balmoral, Ben and Alistair head to Aberdeen to check out the train.

Plenty of twists in this one and I think my kindle started melting in my hand with the heat coming off the pages with these four.

Looks like the other two books in the Defiant series will be on my TBR pile shortly.

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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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My Wicked Valentine – Club Wicked Book 1 by Ann Mayburn


My Wicked Valentine
Club Wicked Book 1
By
Ann Mayburn

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Lucia Roa needs a miracle to keep her fledgling event planning business from going under. When she gets word about the opportunity of a lifetime to do a Valentine’s Day party for an elite club in Washington D.C. she jumps at the chance, only finding out that the party isn’t for just any club, it is for the premier private BDSM club, Wicked. Desperate for a chance to make the social and professional connections that this job would offer, she agrees to a most unconventional business arrangement with the handsomest man she’s ever met.

CEO Isaac O’Keefe swore off relationships years ago after having his heart broken and his bank account emptied by his gold digging first wife. He thought he’d managed to keep his heart under lock and key, but when Lucia walks into his office he is instantly drawn to the fiery beauty in a way he’s never felt before. He convinces Lucia to take the position as event planner for Wicked’s Valentine’s Day Party, but in order to make the event a success, something he needs to happen to secure his place on the board at Wicked, he must give her a crash course at all the dark pleasures BDSM has to offer. What starts out as a business partnership quickly turns into something more as Lucia breaks down every wall around his heart without even trying. Isaac must then make a choice, push Lucia away and continue to live a safe, but lonely life, or open himself up again to the greatest pain and pleasure in the world. Love.

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When Lucia first met Isaac she was interviewing to plan a party for an exclusive club. She was recommended for the job by her mentor Mrs. Sara Florentine, however when she finds out what kind of club it is she’s not so sure she wants the job.

Isaac has to call Sara and the discussion he has with her is interesting to say the least. Of course he sticks his foot in it and Lucia stalks off considering not taking the job no matter how much money and connections she could make.

It takes quite a bit of convincing but Lucia decides to keep an open mind, and visit the club with Isaac. It’s not the first visit that got my attention so much as the one where Laurel, another submissive and costume designer dresses her for the night.

This is a favorite scene when he sees her.

He moved to the table and leaned against it, trying to appear like he hadn’t been eagerly waiting for her. He caught a glimpse of gold jewelry and sparkles adorning her leg before the rest of her appeared and he forgot to breathe. Intense emotions and lust flooded him, and he tried to control his expression, to not let her know how much her beauty affected him.

In his experience once a woman knew he’d fallen for her, she’d then use her beauty and his desire against him. His ex-wife certainly had, and although Lucia was nothing like her, he still couldn’t help trying to hide the strength of his attraction from her. A small, vulnerable part of his soul was afraid of what she would do if she knew how much power she had over him. If Lucia asked for the sun, he’d burn himself up trying to get it for her. And now, standing before him like every erotic fantasy come to life was a woman who personified beauty. He’d move mountains and drain seas for the honor of her company. His mind spun, torn between his body’s craving for the beautiful woman before him and his need to protect his heart. Then she smiled at him, and there was such shy pleasure in her eyes that he couldn’t help but give her his honest reaction. He let the heat, the ball-tightening need burning him from the inside out show in his eyes, and her breath came out in a soft gasp as her gaze went dark and liquid.

She wore what could only be described as an intricate piece of gold and diamond body jewelry that covered her from head to toe but left most of her flesh deliciously bare. A bikini top covered her breasts, and a tiny scrap of fabric shielded her pussy from his ravenous view. On her arms and legs she had glittering chains wound about in an appealing way. Her feet were bare, and the chains going down her legs attached to gold rings on her toes.

He tore his gaze from her body and watched her face as she took the last few steps. Her hair lung loose down her back like a cloak. A bright blush lit her cheeks, and she clasped her hands together over her midriff, her fluttering fingers trying to hide the round curve of her belly that he found so fucking hot. How Lucia couldn’t recognize her own beauty surprised him. If she’d been one of the socialites he’d grown up with, she would have been winding him around her little finger right now with coquettish looks and suggestive comments. Lucia’s honest and unsure response enchanted him. The Dom part of him wanted to hold her, to let her know that he was pleased with her, that her efforts to look beautiful for him were the greatest gift she could give him. The old wounds that his ex had left on his heart ached, and he tried to pull back emotionally.

She must have noticed his efforts to distance himself, because her gaze dropped to the floor. Her voice came out soft and hesitant as she asked, “Do you like it?”

Dammit, he’d made her feel unsure about herself all because of his fucked-up head. While he couldn’t be everything she deserved, he could at least be her Master. That part of him wasn’t conflicted. His dominant side knew exactly what she needed and strove to fulfill her every desire. She’d trusted him to be her Master, however temporarily, and he wasn’t going to fuck that up. Unable to stop himself, he took her hands in his, then pulled them away from her body, putting the feelings he couldn’t speak into his tone. “You are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”

She flushed and looked down at herself. “I feel like Jabba the Hutt’s slave girl from a porn version of Star Wars.”

His laughter burst from him, and he grabbed her in a hug, pressing all that softness up against himself. It was torture to not ravish her right here. “My slave girl.”

Laurel came down the stairs with a swath of gold fabric. “Hey, get your hands off her. I want her to look good when you arrive at the club. So that means no messy, sweaty encounters in the limo.”

He pulled himself together and released Lucia. The affection that he couldn’t show her as a boyfriend he could show her as a Dom. It was expected, a part of the intricate dance of dominance and submission that Laurel knew so well. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice that this time, he actually did feel a proprietary hold over his submissive that went way beyond a casual BDSM physical relationship. “Actually, I drove tonight, so while I’d love to do terrible things to the lovely Lucia, I’m afraid I must attend to her safety first and get her there in one piece.”
Mayburn, Ann. My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked) (pp. 71-74). Honey Mountain Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Planning the party is the least of Lucia’s worries as pictures arrive in her email of her wearing that gorgeous outfit and others obviously altered to show her in compromising positions and a demand for her to step back from planning the Valentine’s party at Wicked.

Isaac jumps in to support her and in spite of himself he finds a growing attraction to Lucia that he can’t seem to block. As he runs hot and cold with her she loses her cool more than once and surprises him with her skills both martial art and others.

Laughter, Suspense, Tears and Kindle Melting Heat will keep you turning the pages.

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Ann Mayburn

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

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

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

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

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Nasty Bet: A New York Mafia Romance – The Anti-Hero Chronicles Book 2 by Mika Lane


Nasty Bet: A New York Mafia Romance
The Anti-Hero Chronicles Book 2
By
Mika Lane

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The things they made me do…

Okay. So I’m not perfect. In fact, I might have a little problem.

And it might involve breaking the law.

So when mob boss Leo Borroni and his buddies catch me in the act, well, I’m pretty much screwed.

They take bets on how far I’ll go to get out of the mess I’m in.
And the winner?

Well, it looks like he gets…

ME.

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This hot, over-the-top romance includes sexy mafia hitmen with a penchant for pursuing and protecting the women who give them a run for their money. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, this is for you.

This is an interesting twist on the darker side of romance.

Maray is a college student on a full scholarship with work study. She’s living with sorority sisters and she is well aware of the differences between her and the others. Money. Feeling particularly inadequate after overhearing a conversation about her she does something she never thought she would. She shoplifts.

Now it wasn’t the store security that sees her, it’s Leo Borroni and he’s about to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Not if she doesn’t want to be charged with a felony.

Now Leo is an owner of an exclusive card club for high stakes poker. Frequently he and his business partners play a high stakes game of their own, just not with cards, with a person. Maray was about to become that person.

While essentially blackmail, the things Leo has her doing aren’t exactly legal either.

This is a favorite scene.

I loved how when I asked if she wanted lunch, she pointed to a street vendor.

“Do your sorority sisters know you eat hot dogs from a vendor?” I asked as we walked around the block.

She looked up at me, a smudge of mustard in the corner of her mouth. “Hell no.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

Her head whipped in my direction. “Do what?”

I stopped walking to face her. “Pressure yourself to keep up.”

Surprise crossed her face. I wanted to tell her how easy it was to see she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t, but why insult her? People had to learn shit on their own. Make their own mistakes.

Just ask me.

She sighed. “I had a guidance counselor who told me this was the way to do things. That if I played my cards right, my future would fall into place. You know— go to the right school, meet the right people, act the right way.”

“Sounds like a real winner. And how’s that working out for you?” I asked.

She stiffened, then suddenly looked at her watch. “I have to get ready for class.”

Okay. She wasn’t ready to face facts. But it was all good. I was drawn to her in a way I hadn’t been drawn to a woman in a long time. We’d be spending plenty of time together in the near future, so there was no need to rush anything, including important conversations.

“Maray, I have an offer for you. I need help at the card games a couple nights a week.”

She shook her head. “Nah. That’s not my thing. I’ll get another job somewhere else.”

I hooked a finger under her chin. I might have been pushing it, but I couldn’t help myself. “Look, you get paid in tips. You’ll walk out of there with at least a thousand bucks every night you work.”

That might have gotten her.

Something washed over her— first fear, then curiosity— as she did the math in her head.

She could use the money, we both knew, but hell, I wasn’t inviting her to hang around because I was a nice guy. I wanted to see more of her, plain and simple. And to make sure she felt the same way about me.

Which she would, in time. I could be patient when I had to.

There was something about her that was scrappy. Sure, she might have been more sheltered than most women I knew, but she had drive.

And, she was sexy in a completely unselfconscious way, which was the best kind of sexy. She didn’t even try, with her jeans, sneakers, and little or no makeup— she was a natural beauty. Very different from the typical woman I was attracted to, but hey, maybe it was time to turn over a new leaf.

She bit her bottom lip while thinking of what to say about my offer. I waited patiently. I knew her well enough to know she couldn’t be pushed.

“I don’t know,” she said softly, shaking her head over her conflicted thoughts. “I mean, is that stuff even legal?”

I was hoping she’d ask. “It’s a complex business, but yes, the way we do it is legal.”

She frowned. “What do you do to make it legal?”

“In a nutshell, it’s legal as long as the house— that means me and my business partners— don’t take a rake.”

“A rake?” she asked. “That’s a cut of the money played in each hand. If that goes to anyone other than the players, like if we took it for the club, that would be illegal. We also keep no cash on the premises.”

Her eyes widened. “How do you make money, then?”

“You really are a finance major, aren’t you?” I said, laughing. “We make money by selling memberships to the club.”

She nodded slowly. “And how do you play with no cash?”

“We use wires. Everyone wires the money they need to buy in and then to cover any losses. Then, the winners get their money via wires, too. There’s a trust factor. That’s why we do background checks and interview people who want to join.”

I didn’t bother telling her how we also extended credit to certain, qualified members, much to the chagrin of our Russian competitors. That was more detail than she needed.

“Holy shit. A whole world out there I know nothing of.”

After our hotdogs, I walked her to class. “Don’t feel badly. Most people know nothing about high-stakes poker. There’s really no reason to, unless you’re going to play. And to play, you need to have a fuckload of money.”

When we reached her classroom door, I stopped. “What do you think?”

“Well. I do need a new job.”
Mika Lane. Nasty Bet: The Anti-Hero Chronicles (Kindle Locations 875-913). Headlands Publishing.

So many complications, a shopping spree, the realization he’s falling for her combine into a page-turning read with just the right amount of sizzle and a touch of drama.

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Writing has been a passion of mine since, well, forever (my first book was “The Day I Ate the Milkyway,” a true fourth-grade masterpiece), but steamy romance is now what gives purpose to my days and nights.

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A lover of shiny things, I’ve been known to try to new recipes on unsuspecting friends, find hiding places so I can read undisturbed, and spend my last dollar on a plane ticket somewhere. I also drink cheap champagne and have way too many shoes.

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