Kissed, Spurred and Valentined – Cowboys of Nirvana Book by Rhonda Lee Carver


Kissed, Spurred & Valentined
Cowboys of Nirvana Book 4
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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Welcome to Nirvana…
your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Award-winning photographer, Jax Morgan, is dumped at the alter. Yet, she isn’t the scorned bride missing a groom. She has tall, dark and handsome on the horizon.

Maverick McCade can’t believe who just walked onto Nirvana Ranch in the middle of a blizzard, and on Valentine’s Day. He’s focused on making this day special, but he’s in for an awakening that’ll leave him sweltering.

Jax has just been dumped a few days before her wedding. Instead of being really upset, she finds herself relieved. With her friend and assistant’s help she packs up to head to her honeymoon. She had picked the place and wasn’t giving up time at the beautiful resort, Nirvana.

She arrives as a storm is starting, and stops for gas along the way. For some reason Maverick finds himself watching the beautiful woman pump gas before he heads off to run other errands.

As he heads back to Nirvana he sees the woman’s SUV pulled to the side of the road near the bridge. Concerned he stops to ensure she’s alright, what he finds scares the living daylights out of him.

This is a favorite scene.

Pulling up beside the Tahoe, he saw that it was empty. Now where in the hell did she go? He scanned the road ahead and noticed prints in the snow leading further up on the bridge. This wasn’t the weather to take off on foot. A person would freeze to death before any help came by.

“Shit!” He continued driving until he found her leaning over the side of the bridge railing. One leg was lifted high and she balanced unsteadily on a booted foot. What the hell? Had she come all the way out here to jump to her death?

His adrenaline spiked and he kicked the gear into park. Racing out of the truck, his boots slipped and slid on the ice as he ran toward the spot where the blonde was still hanging foolishly over the ledge. His breathing turned loud in his ears as he ran as fast as his feet would carry him. Once he was upon her, he grabbed her around the waist and dragged her away from the rail.

“Hey!” she yelled, elbowing at his chest. Something dropped from her hands and landed with a loud crack at her boots. His adrenaline was pumping so fast he couldn’t even wrap his brain around what it was that fell. She turned up her chin. He couldn’t see her eyes through the glasses, but the thin line of her lips and the growl deep in her chest told him she was angry. “What the hell were you thinking? Are you crazy?”

“Am I crazy?” He clenched his jaw. Had he heard her right? “Lady, you were the one hanging over the ledge like some lunatic ready to jump to her death. I think it’s pretty damn clear who the crazy one is. I was only trying to save you.”

“Save me?” He could only see his reflection in her large sunglasses. “I’d laugh at the silliness of that if you didn’t just bust my camera.”

Camera? He lowered his gaze to the heap of cracked plastic laying in the bright snow. “What were you doing?” he snapped.

“Do you mind releasing me?” He hadn’t realized he still held her close. He dropped his hands. She bent and picked up the camera, examining the cracked lens as she worked her jaw. “I was attempting to get a picture of the mountains until you came along and foolishly ruined the shot!”

He chuckled. “Really? You’re busting my ass over a camera when you could have easily fallen over the rail. You would have frozen to death and wouldn’t have been found until the river thaws in the spring. Or you could have gotten someone killed with this ignorant trick of yours for a measly picture. What were you wanting? A selfie to post on all of your social media sites?” He rubbed his tight jaw.

“You…you jerk! I should make you pay for the damage you’ve caused. Didn’t you think of yelling? Asking if I planned to kill myself before you rush in and save the day like some backwoods hero lunatic?”

His anger grew. “No way in hell I’m paying for your mistake, lady!” He turned, zipped his jacket higher and headed toward his truck.

“My mistake?” she yelled from behind him. “I expect you to pay for the damages!”

“Use your cell phone like every other normal person.” He made it to the door to the truck and turned, watching her slowly making her way toward him, her arms wide, balancing herself so she wouldn’t fall. He should just climb into his truck and speed away, but if she fell and broke her neck it would be on his shoulders. If wasn’t fair how quickly someone’s life, no matter how foolish they were, weighed on his shoulders.

“You’re a real funny guy, aren’t you? The quickest way to kill a beautiful mountain shot is to use a phone camera. I was waiting for the perfect moment—the perfect lighting to capture the view.” There was a new tone to her voice. Would she cry? Over a lost camera?

Sometimes the best remedy to a bad situation was to make amends and move on. He pulled out his wallet. “What do I owe you?” It was only money and now that his mind was clearing, he did feel a little bad about busting her camera. However, she was half to blame. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he could have easily just saved her life.

“From the looks of the thickness of that wallet, I’m going to assume you don’t carry five thousand cash on you.”

He brought his chin up. “And you wouldn’t be mistaken.” He folded his wallet and stuck it back into his pocket. “I guess you’ll have to take my apology as payment. I’m sorry.” She gritted her teeth and pulled off her glasses. Everything on his body stopped. All logical thought and the use of his lungs diminished. Her eyes were the palest blue surrounded by a thick fringe of black lashes. She wasn’t cross-eyed or buck-toothed, not even close. She was an actual dream come true, a complete package. Holy shit! The top of her head only came to his shoulders and she had long, lustrous blonde waves with lighter streaks of highlights. Her eyes weren’t just pale blue. They were arctic blue and flawless. She blinked and her black lashes swept across her creamy cheeks covered in a dusting of freckles. Her lips were pretty pink and looked kissable even when wearing a frown that was targeted for him. Her slender neck was adorned with a beaded, cross necklace. Rosary? Oh, the religious type. He had a strong urge to add a breathtaking kiss to his apology. Maybe even a date.

A kiss? A date?

Had he lost his fucking mind?

First, she was only passing through. Secondly, he was pissed because…well…hell, he wasn’t sure why, but he was. He wasn’t wanting a relationship anyway. He liked being alone—lonely at times, but it was the safe bet. A man couldn’t get hurt if he didn’t care.

Yet, a familiar sensation needled its way through his stomach and into his hardening cock. He hoped that part of his body didn’t get its hopes up, only to be let down, literally.

“Sorry?” Her voice dipped and quivered and he swore her bottom lip trembled. “I bet if I grabbed your hat off your head and tossed it over the side of the bridge you wouldn’t think sorry was enough.” She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and she shivered. It was only five degrees outside and she had nothing on but a red flannel and skinny jeans. Crazy woman.

He took his hat off and tossed it on the passenger seat for safekeeping. The black Stetson was his favorite, given to him by his father before he passed away. Maverick wasn’t willing to part with it. He did understand her pain though. “I tell you what, as far as I see things, we were both at fault, fifty-fifty. The bank is closed because of the weather, but if you’ll give me your address, I guarantee I will send you my part of the damage.”

“Am I supposed to just trust your word?” One thin brow popped up.

“A cowboy’s promise is as good as gold, ma’am.”
Carver, Rhonda Lee. Kissed, Spurred, & Valentined (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 4). Unknown. Kindle Locations (357-415). Kindle Edition.

Saving her from what could have been a fall, only gets her ire as her camera is broken. She’s just glad it wasn’t her favorite one.

More surprises are in store for both of them as she finally reaches Nirvana through the worsening storm.

Things heat up between this jilted bride and cowboy, a slow and sensuous journey right up to Valentine’s day.

I think this is one of my favorites in the Nirvana series. I just might have to do a re-read.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Lick – Cat Assassins Book 5 by Skye MacKinnon


Lick
Cat Assassins Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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You thought it was over?
You were wrong.

Kat is broke, so when she’s offered a job as the mayor’s bodyguard, she can’t resist. It seems a simple enough job, until someone tries to kill her rather than the mayor.

At the same time, an incredibly valuable diamond needs to be stolen, a little deer needs a new home and there’s a ball to attend.

When you put a cat in a dress,
you should prepare for carnage…

The fifth book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series. A slow burn reverse harem where Kat won’t have to choose.

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This book had me giggling on the very first page. But then things begin to get serious.

Kat has a job interview with Lady Lara, the Mayor of their new town Attenburgh. Apparently she’s in need of a bodyguard. However before she can leave there’s a mysterious package and a puzzle to solve.

She has a kitten wake Benjamin and sets him to the task of deciphering the symbols on the note she found in the package and hurries off to her interview.

This is a favorite scene at the beginning of the book.

Kittens are inherently evil. One minute, they look at you with big, heart-melting eyes, the next they try to cut your throat. Or bite a chunk out of your shoulder, in this case.

I grab the tabby by the scruff of its neck and throw it further down the bed. I was having such a good dream, one of knives and catnip. The kitten woke me and for that, it’s going to pay.

“I’m going to tell Benjamin not to empty your litter tray,” I announce with a yawn.

In response, the kitten sends me a mental image of it peeing on my beautiful new desk.

I almost throw a pillow at it. Did I mention that kittens are evil?

“Go back to sleep,” Ryker mutters. “It’s far too early.”

“I would still be sleeping if this little devil hadn’t woken me.”

Ryker opens one eye, then closes it again. “That’s Teapot. She’s hungry.”

“So? I’m hungry too, but that doesn’t mean I go around biting people.”

“You sure? You did a lot of biting last night.”

I bare my teeth at him. “If I remember correctly, you enjoyed that. A lot.”

“I’m not sure I remember… care to do it again?”

This time, I really do throw my pillow, but not at the kitten.

“Ouch!”

I roll my eyes. “It’s a pillow, not a knife. Pillows are soft and don’t hurt. Not unless you use them to suffocate someone. I’ve heard that can be a little painful.”
“Thanks for the assassin lesson.”

“Anytime.” I sigh. “Now that we’re both awake, how about breakfast?”

The kitten meows. I bare my teeth at it. “Not for you. You’re going on the naughty step.”

“We don’t have a naughty step,” Ryker reminds me.

“Then we’ll introduce one. Although, I guess that would mean that our entire cat population would end up sitting on the stairs. That’s a trip hazard.”
Skye MacKinnon. Lick: Catnip Assassins Book Five (Kindle Locations 74-85). Peryton Press.

Everyone loves a puzzle and everyone gets involved with this one. Right from the start, there is obviously more going on than meets the eye. With the translation Benjamin leaves for her, Kat, Ryker, Gryphon and Caitlyn check out the locations to collect possible additional clues.

Some interesting poisons surface, a couple of assassination attempts, an extremely valuable diamond and plenty of other page turning events will keep you reading until the book ends.

Oh what an ending it is, Skye you are an evil author! I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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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.

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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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The Savage Mountain Men Romance Collection: Books 1-4 by Mika Lane


The Savage Mountain Men Romance Collection: Books 1-4
Contains:
The Captive
The Runaway
The Pursued
The Prize
By
Mika Lane

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4 full length naughty romances that include hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, who claim the women they can’t live without. If you love outrageous reverse harem stories with a bit of spanking, tying up, voyeurism, and tough-as-nails military dudes, these are the stories for you.

The Captive

They had one simple rule. I broke it anyway.
Why’d I do it? Because I’m a nosy brat. I had to know what they were hiding on Savage Mountain.
And when I found, out, I was sorry I’d snooped. Because these weren’t the nicest of people. Although they sure freaked nice. That made it hard to leave. Well, their tying me to the bed made it hard to leave, too.
Sharing a cabin with 4 brawny mountain men? Yeah, it was as about as hot and dirty as you’d expect it to be.
This naughty, over-the-top romance includes 4 hulking mountain men with checkered pasts and doubtful futures, claiming the one woman they can’t live without. If you love outrageous reverse harem stories with a bit of spanking, tying up, voyeurism, and tough-as-nails military dudes, this might be the book for you.

The Runaway

I was a hunted woman. Taken in by 4 mountain mercenaries. Accepting their help was a mistake.
Why? Because mercenaries trust no one.
They’re scarred and damaged men.
And now they won’t let me go.
I thought I was lucky to be alive. But now that I’m on Savage Mountain, I’m not so sure.
Think life with four sexy, demanding hired killers is fun?
Think again.

The Pursued

4 hot mountain mercenaries charged with protecting me. So was I a houseguest? Or a prisoner? Because I sure as hell felt trapped, even if they were keeping me alive.
So I split. Flew the coop. Got the hell out of dodge. I figured I could do better on my own. And how wrong I was.
Why’d I do it? Because I’m stubborn. Spoiled. A pain in the *ss. And I hate the mountains.
Although the guys were nice. And hot. And sexy. That made it hard to leave. Well, so did their locking me in my room.
Sharing a house with brawny mountain men? Let’s just say it wasn’t only my new hiking boots that got a good workout.

The Prize

When four mountain mercenaries found me alone in a bar, in a dirty wedding dress and with mascara stains under my eyes, deep into several shots of tequila, they had a few questions.
Like WTF?
When they learned about the a-holes who used me in their quest to get ahead—who lied, stole, and tossed me aside like a piece of human garbage, they set out to exact revenge.
Those people, who exploited me and preyed on my innocence, should have just killed me because now they’re going to pay, thanks to my men.
My enemies became theirs.
My shame became theirs.
My body became theirs.
And my heart became theirs.
I got back what was mine, and then some.
Think revenge with four hot mountain mercenaries is fun?
You’re damn right it is.

TIME FOR YOUR NEXT BINGE READ!

From Mika Lane, a 4-book collection of the steamy Savage Mountain Men Reverse Harem series is here. These hot, over-the-top romances center around bad-boys 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 boxset is for you.


Joelle aka ‘Jo’ and her friend Pippa are planning camping trip when Pippa gets hurt, encouraged to go on her own is where we find her on Strong Mountain. Her first camping experience is going quite well until she is visited by two men hiking. In an effort to impress them with her outdoor skills she makes them coffee, unfortunately she slips in the mud and manages to severely sprain her ankle.

I got a real kick out of the guys berating her for wearing flip flops, I mean seriously why would you wear those in mud?

With no other recourse the men, Pierce and Jax, decide they need to take her to the cabin they share with 2 others. Reid and Blaze.

This is a favorite scene.

And a woman camping alone? Now, that was ballsy, the likes of which I’d never seen. It made her even sexier, in my opinion.

And just as our new friend Jo was handing Jax another cup of her terrible instant coffee— seriously, I had no idea people still drank that freeze-dried swill— which we were suffering through only to extend our visit, she slipped in mud thanks to the stupid flip-flops she was wearing. Wiped the hell out and landed flat on her ass. She legit dumped hot coffee all over poor Jax who jumped up and started shaking the scorching liquid off his arms and legs.

What a mess.

To be honest, I almost laughed, it looked so slapstick-y, but thank god I didn’t. It took about five seconds to realize Jo was hurt and in pain, not to mention filthy from having fallen on the rain-soaked ground.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit,” she yelled, trying to get some purchase on the slippery ground in order to pull herself back up. I reached a hand to help, and it was only when she tried to maneuver to her feet that we noticed one of her ankles bent at a slightly strange angle. But the true extent of the injury didn’t become clear until she tried to put weight on the foot. The pain must have been immense because her previously healthy color turned dead white, and she let out a screech that most likely frightened animals for miles around.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

“Hey, easy there, take it easy,” I said, grabbing her arm for support as she followed up with a string of expletives that would make a Marine Corps drill instructor blush. Here, lean on me, keep your weight off of it.”

Jax took her other arm to lower her to a seat on the log where he’d just been. “You know, you should really wear hiking boots at all times. They protect your ankles.”

The look Jo gave Jax was deadly enough to kill a small animal at fifty feet. “Yeah, thanks. It’s a little late for that now, though,” she snapped.

I was sorry she was hurt, of course, but the fact that she could still manage to essentially tell Jax to shove his observation up his ass intrigued me even more.

“Goddammit,” she yelled, picking up the closest rock and throwing it against the side of her tent hard enough that I’m surprised it didn’t leave a tear in the nylon.

“I twisted my ankle and it hurts like a motherfucker. Probably no ice for miles. Shit,” she said, putting her hands to her face as if she could wish her way out of the predicament.

Her shoulders shook, and I knew she was trying not to cry, but twisting your ankle like that hurts… bad. No shame in crying, then, I wanted to tell her. But I didn’t know her well enough to offer my opinion. Yet.

“I tell ya what,” I said, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulders. “How about Jax and I help you down to the water? It’s not ice, but it’s cool and might help prevent some swelling.”

I knew damn well her ankle was going to swell like a motherfucker, but hoped the water would provide a modicum of relief. It might have sucked as a first step in terms of treatment, but it was better than nothing.

“Y… yeah,” Jo said, looking up and smiling wanly, tears still floating in the corners of her eyes. “Thanks.”

She was light as a feather as we half-carried her to the water’s edge and settled her on a smooth rock that allowed her foot to hang in the water. If it hadn’t been for the very mud she’d slipped in, I could have handled her all by myself. The feel of her warm skin against my arms shot tendrils of sensation between my legs, bringing my dick to some serious attention.

When we got her settled, I stepped back reluctantly, and I think Jax did too. Jo sighed in relief before her face pinched.

“Okay. That feels nice,” she said, mostly to herself before turning those doe eyes on us. “Would you guys mind getting me my backpack? I think I have some Advil or something.”

“Um, sure. I’ll get you some water, too.” Jax and I headed back to her site.

When we were out of earshot, Jax spoke in a low voice. “Christ, what is she going to do now?” he asked. “She can’t freaking walk.”

I watched her swirl her leg in the water, like a little mermaid trying to decide whether or not to go in. Her blonde hair spilled around her shoulders, half pinned up in some sort of crazy sexy confection, and I had to control the urge to adjust myself in my jeans, which were feeling very tight at that moment.

“No shit.” I asked in a low voice. The real question, however, was what the hell we were going to do. We couldn’t very well leave her there.

Could we?

We could help her back to her car and load it up with all her crap, but how would she drive? She’d hurt her right ankle. You can drive a car with a hurt left leg, but right? No way.

And we sure as hell couldn’t bring her back to our cabin… for a multitude of reasons.

“Dude, she’s basically an invalid. We can’t leave her here,” Jax said. “She can’t even walk the ten feet back to her tent.”

I took a deep breath and looked at Jax.

I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

“If we bring her back to the cabin, Blaze will fucking lose his mind. There’s just no way we could do that.” I was half-hoping Jax agreed with me so I didn’t have to be a fucker all by myself.

But Jax was never a fucker.

“Well, we’ll deal with that when we have to. But for now, bringing her back is our only option. Aside from leaving her, which I could not do,” he said.

Shit. Why had I gone out for a hike with the nice guy of our group? He was forever bringing back hurt animals. Now, a hurt human.
Mika Lane. The Captive: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 243-288).

While Pierce and Jax are the ones who bring her home, Reid and Blaze are not very happy about the situation.

There was slow build with Pierce and Jax but I felt the interactions with Reid was rushed. With Blaze, he didn’t even seem to like her and the circumstances surrounding them getting together just didn’t feel right to me.

All in all an enjoyable book, containing white hot heat and some interesting secrets that eventually get shared.

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Mari was helping her friend out of a very dangerous situation when everything went to hell. She has to run with a gang after her for what she’s done, but she’s being followed and needs help.

Derek and Christian are on their way home from a mission when they stumble upon the little beauty. Feisty, yet scared, she takes a seat next to them when her bus makes a rest stop. Hearing them discuss needing a housekeeper, she jumps at the chance. With these men around she could be safe.

This is a favorite scene.

As we got back on the road, I pulled out my cell to let Luci know I was okay.

No signal. Great. Guess I was in one of those dead zones.

“So what about you guys?” I asked.

Silence greeted me, and the guys glanced at each other quickly.

Okayyy… “We have a place on Savage Mountain. Nice place, remote and private, quiet and peaceful,” Christian said.

“How many of you are living there?” I asked.

“Four.”

Christ, this was like pulling teeth. I leaned forward, onto their seat, to see if I could better engage them. “What do you do for a living? How do you get by up there?”

Dutch answered after another glance, his voice no nonsense and flat. “We’re pretty much retired.”

“Oh.” Retired? What, did they win the lottery or something? “Well, that’s nice. Retired from what?”

This time Dutch turned to face me. “We’re retired from the military. We lead simple but satisfying lives.” Then he turned back around, like that answered everything.

Okay. Guess that was the end of that line of questioning. Still, it didn’t make sense. I mean, the guys weren’t old enough to be twenty-year retired military, and neither seemed the kind to be medically retired either. So… what the hell?

I allowed myself one more question. I didn’t want to risk getting kicked out, especially since I had no idea where we were, or what the hell Savage Mountain was.

“Hey guys?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Um, do you think we’ll pass a place with some food? I didn’t eat back there at the truck stop, and am kind of starving.”

“We can’t stop,” Christian said, a lot more warmly than Dutch was. “Too risky. You’ll have to wait until we arrive at the cabin. Sorry. We have food at the house and you can eat when we get there.”

Eh. I’d survive. I lay down on the Jeep’s backseat, bunching up my purse to use as a pillow. Before I did, however, I dug the biscuit out that I’d swiped off my breakfast plate and sunk my teeth into the soft, buttery dough. It was comforting in a discomforting way. I mean, how could something be so delicious and pleasing when everything had just been pulled out from under me?

I thanked my lucky stars these guys had crossed my path, and fingers crossed, they’d feel just as grateful that I’d stumbled into theirs. Even if it were short term, they’d become a lifeline I hadn’t seen coming.
Mika Lane. The Runaway: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Savage Mountain Men) (Kindle Locations 432-453).

Of course saying that nothing but her cleaning would be on the table, but in reality these guys were hot and she is no saint.

This book heats up quickly and stays that way, we also have a bit of a conflict between Mari and the cook just to spice things up a bit.

Lots of interesting twists and revelations as this story unfolds. I look forward to the next installment in this series.

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Philippa ‘Phee’ Erickson’s parents have been murdered. Morrow, the head of her father’s security company, has spirited her out of their house and then her apartment. Now she has been dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Well there’s a gatehouse, but nothing else other than trees can be seen.

Alex and Jack are the one’s to find her, drenched and upset near one of the ponds on the property. They hadn’t been expecting her until the following week.

This is a favorite scene as they trek to the house with all her luggage.

“How did you two come to be associated with my father’s company?” she asked as we carried her crap.

“You mean Erickson Consulting?”

“Yup. My dad’s company. Well, it was his company,” she corrected, her voice cracking a little.

“I knew your dad from my university days. We were recruited to the CIA and started in the same freshman class.”

Axel cleared his throat as a warning signal.

“Axel, I think we can talk about this now,” I said.

I stole a glance at Phee, who just stared at the ground ahead. Maybe I did have to start watching my mouth with her around.

“That’s cool you worked with my dad. He was in the CIA before he started his private security company?”

Shit. We’d already said too much.

“I’m sorry he’s gone, Phee. He was a good man.”

She just kept walking alongside me, shifting her duffel from one shoulder to the other every few minutes, a confused expression on her face.

“You look a lot younger than he,” she said.

“Yeah, I am.” I continued, eager to fill the space before she asked more questions. Guess her dad didn’t tell her everything, which meant I’d better tread lightly.

“We had some missions together early in my career, before he started his company. In fact, we did some work under Erickson over the years, ourselves. And we’ve known Morrow a good long time.”

Christ, her bags weighed a fucking ton. She had a few things to learn about life in the mountains, no doubt about that. And the first lesson was that she needed better footwear.

“Hey, Phee, do you have any boots? Hiking boots?” Axel asked. “They might be better than your sneakers.”

For the first time, her face brightened. Small victories…

“I do have hiking boots, in fact. They’re still in the box in one of my bags. Brand-new,” she said proudly. “I got them for a trip to the Himalayas… which I guess I’m no longer going on.”

Axel and I looked at each other. That she had hiking boots was good. Really good. That she’d obviously never worn them, must less broken them in, told us just about everything we needed to know.

“We’ll have you wear them for a few hours of light walking every day to break them in. You’ll be glad you did,” I said.

Axel stopped for a moment and hoisted a suitcase higher on his shoulder. “What’s in here, anyway? Feels like bricks.”

She smiled brightly. “I have a lot of books with me. I study languages in my free time.”

Really? You’re trying to escape bad guys, you have a few minutes to pack before you’re spirited away to a secret destination, and you pack a shitload of books?

And who studied languages,anyway?

“I guess I didn’t need to bring all this,” she said, gesturing toward her luggage.

Gee. Thanks.

She sure was lovely, though, and now that her clothes were drying and not clinging to her like a mass of rags, I could see she had a lithe figure, probably from hours spent using an expensive gym membership.

While I’d not been in regular contact with her dad in a while, I’d kept tabs on the man and knew the company he’d started had become massively successful. His only daughter was certainly not wanting for anything.

She suddenly dropped her duffel to the ground and rolled her shoulders with a grimace.

“Here, I can get this,” I said. “We’re almost there.”

She tried to pick her bag back up, but it was clear she was done. I hoisted it into my arms and increased my pace.

“Thank you, Jack,” she said with an embarrassed smile.

“How long do you expect to be with us, Phee?” I asked.

“Just a few days, I’m told. Morrow head has to get some things straightened out first before he can be sure I’m safe.”

From what I knew about security measures, which was a hell of a lot, it took a lot more than a few days to untangle a murder, if that’s what happened to Phee’s parents.

Which meant we’d be hosting her for a while.
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Once a bit settled in the cabin, she does meet her other two protectors, Axel and Spence. However she still doesn’t get that she really is in danger, or the types of danger she could be in.

Phee made mistakes, big ones, life threatening ones. Much to the chagrin of the guys.

In between finding who killed her parents, and now wants her dead, there’s a lot of fun and plenty of kindle melting heat. A nice twist is that most of the intimacy is initiated by Phee.

A page turning read with just the right amount of action to go with the intensity of the situation. Just remember to stay hydrated. *smile*.

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Alessia almost made the biggest mistake of her life, well she’d already kind of made the first one. Being on a reality TV show, really wasn’t all it’s cut out to be and she certainly didn’t expect to come out on top. Now a friend slipped her a wedding present of sorts that sends her fleeing the wedding. Left on her own with only the hideous gown on her back and some cash in her ridiculous looking purse she is being tormented by a couple of jerks at this small town tavern.

Dash is heading back to Savage Mountain from a conference of ‘hackers’ in Los Vegas. He needed real food instead of snack so he stopped at this small town tavern where the waitress and the bartender didn’t seem to care that their patrons were harassing a woman. Of course he can’t just leave her there.

Now Dash doesn’t live alone on Savage Mountain, he lives there with three other guys and they do contract security type work. The mountain is the perfect place for them because it’s secure and out of the way. Since Alissia has no place to go, Dash continues his journey home, with her.

This is a favorite scene.

A woman had just passed by my office door. In a place I lived with four guys. On a remote mountaintop.

“Excuse me, we’ll have to continue this call later.” I clicked on the screen, and the men I’d been speaking with disappeared into blackness.

I lived surrounded by a security system that would rival Fort Knox’s.

For good reason.

“Excuse me. Excuse me,” I said, sprinting to catch up with the visitor who’d just about given me a heart attack.

We didn’t do visitors on Savage Mountain, and certainly not unannounced ones.

“Oh, hi. I’m Alessia.” A beautiful brunette with glittering green eyes turned to me and extended her hand cheerfully.

Out of the many strange things about her being there, the first one that struck me was that she was wearing sweats— and guys’ sweats, at that. And she was swimming in them.

What the fucking fuck?

“Um, Alessia, what are you doing here? How’d you get up here, to the mountain?” I forced myself to keep calm, but my mouth was dry as fuck.

“Dan brought me. In his truck.” She smiled brightly, like she got rides to the mountains all the time. No big deal.

But it was a big deal. A fucking big deal.

And my mouth grew drier still. I hadn’t talked to a beautiful woman in far too long.

Regardless, she was not supposed to be here. Something had gone wrong. Very wrong.

I put my hand on the firearm hidden at my waist. “Who is Dan?”

I lived on Savage Mountain with three other guys, and not one of them was named Dan.

Confusion crossed her face, and she seemed so innocent, unlike any intruder I’d ever seen. “You know, Dan. He lives here. You don’t know who I’m talking about? He was driving home from a convention in Vegas.”

I frowned. “You know, about six feet tall, almond shaped eyes, long-ish black hair.”

Oh, Jesus.

“Do you mean Dash?”

Her hand flew to her head. “Yes, yes, yes. Sorry! In all the excitement, I forgot the poor guy’s name. Dash. Yeah, Dash brought me.”

“And how did Dash come to bring you here?”

Where was Dash, anyway?

She sighed. “Well. It’s a long story. But the short version is he sort of picked me up in a bar. I’d had too much to drink.”

I was going to kill him. That’s all there was to it.

She put her hands on hips. “Great place you have here.”

Right.

“Okay, Alessia. Let me show you to the kitchen. If you could hang out there a few minutes, I need to find Dash and have a chat with him.”

She headed back in the direction she’d come from. “Oh, I know where the kitchen is. I’ll head back there. Hey, do you mind if I grab a Coke? I noticed you had some in the fridge. I wanted to ask first,” she said with a big smile.

She knew where the kitchen was? She’d been in our fridge? Jesus fucking Christ.

“DASH!” I hollered loud enough to be heard in every corner of the house.

He came running around the corner, passing Alessia on the way, and greeting her with a high-five.

Was I in Twilight Zone or something? Because it sure felt like it.

We left the smiling Alessia in the kitchen sipping her Coke.
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Ah the tangled web! The producer of the show trying to reach the missing bride, her best friend who is plain old worried and lots of other drama weaves it’s way through the pages.

Lots of heat initiated by the sweet Alessia and the cutest little puppy she adopts.

Fast-paced, fun, and some vindication for the crap Alessia had to put up with her co-host and the producer.

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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.

I’ll always promise you a hot, sexy romp with kick-ass but imperfect heroines, and some version of a modern-day happily ever after.

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Coming February 8th! Queen’s Academy: A Mary Queen of Scots Romance – Academy of Time Book 4


Queen’s Academy
Academy of Time Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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The one woman he wants
is the only one he cannot have.

Drake has been dreaming of Mary, Queen Of Scots ever since his second year at the Time Travel Academy, following her throughout her entire life.

But the closer she gets to her tragic fate, the more anxious Drake becomes until there’s only one option left: he has to break the most important law of time travel.

Drake is faced with an impossible choice, one that he’s going to make anyway. Love is worth breaking the rules for. Right?

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I don’t read much time travel, it’s scary in that one false move and history can change and probably not for the better. I did however enjoy this one.

Drake has been dreaming of Mary Queen of Scots starting in his second year at the Academy. He’s watched her grow up and up until the time she’s crossing the channel into England, she’s never acknowledged his presence. It’s then she tells him he is her guardian angel, and she always knows when he is there.

He makes one attempt at trying to save Mary from her fate and that fails. Years later his friend Seamus comes up with an idea, it’s not ever going to be sanctioned but Drake has to try.

This is a favorite scene.

My voice trailed off and I let go of her hand, stepping backwards. My joy at seeing her again had vanished. Only cold sorrow remained, tinged with disappointment and fear. I was going to lose her.

My eyes burned at the realisation, but I didn’t want to cry in front of her. She was strong. Tomorrow, she was going to walk to the scaffold with her head held high. She’d even tell her executioners that she forgave them for what they were about to do.

“I cannot leave,” Mary repeated, her voice shaking. I met her eyes, glassy with the same unshed tears I was fighting against. “If I have to die, then so be it. I’m ready for it. I shall make my peace with God tonight and I will die a happy woman tomorrow.”

I shook my head, desperation clouding my mind. “There is no happy death. Why do you think Elizabeth has held off signing your death warrant for so long? You were sentenced in October, yet she only signed it a week ago. She didn’t even intend for her Privy Council to act on it. She won’t find out about your execution until it’s too late.” I took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm my raging terror. “Mary, you don’t need to die. You shouldn’t. If Elizabeth knew, she might even stop it. Let me help you. Please.”

I fell to my knees, looking up at her. Mary’s lips were quivering and tears were finally spilling from her beautiful eyes.

“I… How can I leave? What kind of Queen would that make me?”

“A brave one,” I replied hoarsely. “If you stay here, you’re giving up. Keep fighting. Come with me and live. We can move to Scotland. You can still help your people, the ancestors of those you want to die for now.”

“How?” she asked. “You said you no longer have a monarchy. How can I be their Queen if you no longer have a Royal family?”

“There are other ways of helping people than just ruling them,” I said softly. I had to be careful now. She was at the cusp of changing her mind and I couldn’t mess this up. I had to save her life.

“You could work with a charity. Help the homeless. Fight climate change. Go into politics. Protect the ancient castles and ruins. Look after children in need. Hell, we can adopt a whole house full of little Scottish babies if you want.”

She laughed, startling me. It was such a pleasant sound. It didn’t fit the turmoil in my heart, but I greedily soaked it up, relishing every moment the echo lasted.

“I’m forty-four and you want me to have babies?”

“You can do whatever you want,” I hastily said. “Anything. That was just a random idea. I’ll help you, support you. Please.”

“What happens if I leave now?” she asked. “You’ve told me many times how you can’t influence history. How my timeline is locked. What changed? Won’t this change everything?”

“It’s been done before. A man from the present and a woman from the past, sentenced to death. He took her right before she was executed and then returned her once they’d had a life together. There are ways we can stage your execution. Once you die of natural causes, I will return you and time will go on. You will be dead like history demands, but you will have experienced happiness. You’ve lived through so much sadness, Mary. So much pain. Let me make you happy.”

She held out a hand and I took it between mine, slowly getting to my feet.

I locked eyes with her and asked the most important question of my life. “Will you let me save you?”
Skye MacKinnon. Queen’s Academy: An Academy of Time story (Kindle Locations 475-502). Peryton Press.

Past meets present in a history lesson that makes everything personal. With a surprise or two as well.

A short satisfying read, with love, emotions, and tears.

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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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Going Down Again: A Billionaire Bad Boys Valentine’s Short Story by Carly Phillips


Going Down Again
Bad Boy Billionaires Book 4.5
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips

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Alphalicious and still demanding, Kaden Barnes has everything a man could want: a beautiful wife, an adorable toddler son, and a life most people would envy.

What he misses is being alone with his wife. With Valentine’s Day around the corner, he can’t think of a better gift than a vacation to the exclusive island of Eden where sensuality reigns.

But no sooner do they arrive than he realizes something is bothering his beautiful wife. Can he seduce Lexie into a revelation, and if so can he handle what she has to tell him that will upend their already chaotic life?

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*A complete stand-alone for people who haven’t yet read GOING DOWN EASY but a special treat for those who want to revisit a favorite couple.

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Kade has no idea what to get his wife for Valentine’s Day and he has sensory issues that make shopping difficult. Even though his with his friends and partners Luke and Derek, he reaches his limits quickly. Then he realizes Lexie doesn’t need a gift she needs alone time with him and family. He pitches the idea of a vacation without the kids to his friends.

This is a favorite scene.

“What do you say we take our families on vacation instead of buying gifts? I don’t know about you but I could use time away with my wife,” Kade said, glancing at his friends.

“What about our kids?” Luke asked. He and Maxie had a three-year-old, Derek and Cassie had a one-year-old, Kade had Matt, and Julian had a bunch of foster kids with Lexie’s twin, Kendall.

Kade shook his head at his friends. “Do I need to remind you that we’re billionaires?” He didn’t usually throw his financial status around, but in this case? “I love my son. I do, but I’d do anything to get Lexie alone for long weekend. We have families and nannies, don’t we?”

The two men looked at each other, nodding. “We do.”

“I know where we should go, too. Eden,” Kade said.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “The resort off the coast of Florida?”

“Don’t you mean near the Bermuda Triangle?” Luke shuddered.

“Gabriel Dare opened a nightclub there,” Kade said of the entrepreneur whose family had invested in Blink. Ian Dare in particular.

“Isn’t Eden by invitation only?” Luke asked.

“And that’s why it pays to know people. I’ll talk to Jeffrey and Julian, see if they want to come, and set it up via Ian Dare?” Kade glanced at his friends for approval on their end.

It still amazed him that he had a relationship with Julian, the man who’d been his best friend in college, fallen into a drug addiction, set out to ruin Kade’s life, and ended up married to Kade’s sister-in-law and clean for years.

With agreement from both men on an upcoming Eden vacation, Kade escaped the department store and mall and headed home with his driver, peace and quiet settling around him.

He pulled out his phone and texted his wife. Clear your schedule. We’re going on vacation. Happy Valentine’s Day and I’ll be home soon. He then turned off his phone so Lexie couldn’t yell at him for making a decision without consulting her. He knew just how to calm her down and make her see reason in person.
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Kade and Lexie’s son Matty has the same sensory issues as his Dad, a difficult issue for a child who really doesn’t understand.

The idea of a vacation with just adults is so appealing Lexie sets up a surprise of her own for her husband.

This book is fun, sexy, romantic, and sizzling with a big surprise.

I think I need to do a re-read of this series.

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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love.

Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.


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1001 Dark Nights: Taken With You – Fractured Connections Book 4 by Carrie Ann Ryan


1001 Dark Nights: Taken With You
Fractured Connections Book 4
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Carrie Ann Ryan

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It all started at a wedding. Beckham didn’t mean to dance with Meadow. And he really didn’t mean to kiss her. But now, she’s the only thing on his mind. And when it all comes down to it, she’s the only person he can’t have.

He’ll just have to stay away from her, no matter how hard they’re pulled together.

Running away from her friend’s wedding isn’t the best way to keep the gossip at bay. But falling for the mysterious and gorgeous bartender at her friends’ bar will only make it worse. Beckham has his secrets, and she refuses to pry.

Once burned, twice kicked down, and never allowed to get up again. Yet taking a chance with him might be the only choice she has. And the only one she wants.

Meadow has a past she’s keeping secret, she’s worked hard to go forward and looking back is never good.

Beckham on the other hand, knows of Meadow’s past and because of it he knows he should stay away from her. Unfortunately his willpower seems to go straight to hell where she is concerned.

It all starts at Brendon and Harmony’s wedding, it should only have been a dance, but then against his better judgement, Beckham kisses Meadow.

The Connolly’s are a tight knit group and it’s obvious on every page that Meadow and Beckham are part of that.

I love Dillon’s insight into affairs of the heart, in spite of his youth. I giggled more than once at his humor and advice to those older than him.

Plenty of surprises for everyone involved, with laughter, tears, and some sizzling heat.

I really have to get caught up on series before the next one comes out.

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Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.

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Reuniting With The Billionaire – Sutton Billionaires Book 2 by Lori Ryan


Reuniting With The Billionaire
The Sutton Billionaires Book 2
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Lori Ryan

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A woman who doesn’t trust love,
a man who doesn’t trust women.

Chief Financial Officer Andrew Weston and photographer Jill Walsh are the two most unlikely people to fall in love.

When Jill’s first husband left her, she knew she’d never again trust that love can last. The pain you go through when love dies isn’t something she’s willing to go through again.

After Andrew’s first love betrayed him in the most brutal way possible, he knows he might fall in love again someday, but there’s no way he’ll ever make himself vulnerable to another woman by confessing those feelings.

When Andrew discovers his love for Jill, he knows the only way to get her to stay with him forever is to offer her an iron clad penalty clause in a prenuptial agreement. He contracts to stay with her forever or he loses everything he owns. The millions he’s worked for, his property, his cars, everything. Now he just needs to hope that’s enough to hold onto Jill forever.

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Steamy romance meets heart-stopping suspense in the Sutton Billionaires Series. This is the second book in the series but it can be read as a standalone story with no cliffhangers. If you’d rather start at book one, grab The Billionaire Deal by Lori Ryan. A shorter version of this book was previously released as part of the Sutton Capital Series.

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Andrew Weston doesn’t hesitate to run to his grandmother’s side when she’s hospitalized with a broken him.  Both Nora, his grandmother and her housekeeper and friend Lydia are getting up in age and now Andrew feels guilty. He feels he should have insisted on more help for her. With that in mind, he moves into the guest house on the property to oversee some changes and her rehab.

Jill Walsh has just gone through a divorce, her now ex cheated on her and wanted out of the marriage. Yet he is still calling, coming over and in general being a nuisance. Jill is moving into her grandparents home until she figures out where her life is heading now.

Once Andrew’s grandmother is home, that little tidbit of information that Jillie as he once called her, is now their neighbor sparks an interest. Andrew had a crush on her when he was younger, but she was a bit older than him and barely gave him a second glance.

He really does need to welcome her back to the neighborhood if for nothing other than to satisfy his curiosity about her.

This is a favorite scene.

The snow had just dusted the ground and was already melting away in the mid-morning sun. Andrew was treated to another sight that was more welcoming than snow.

Jill Walsh was back in her grandparents’ backyard. He watched as she stretched up toward a tree limb. She hung what looked like a saltlick in a small metal frame mounted on the tree. Jill’s dog ran in circles around her as she walked across the huge backyard toward another tree. Andrew could make out one of the metal frames on that tree as well.

He laughed to himself as he watched her. Most people thought of the deer as pests that ate the flowers and shrubs. Jill was encouraging them to come visit her.

What the hell? Might as well go say hey to pretty Jillie Walsh.

He drew a pair of threadbare jeans up over his hips and tossed a well-worn Yale sweatshirt over his t-shirt. Shoved his feet into a pair of duck boots and trotted downstairs without bothering to tie the laces of the boots. His grandmother’s yard connected with the Walsh’s by a fence in the main areas, but toward the back, where the yards became more wooded, the fence ended and the two yards were open to one another. Andrew trotted around the back end of the fence and headed toward Jill.

Before he reached her, he was greeted by Jill’s dog, who ran up to Andrew as if the two of them were old friends. The dog jumped up with both paws on Andrew’s chest to land kisses on his face.

“Hey, boy,” Andrew said. He buried his hands in the curly fur to give the dog a good scratch before heading toward Jill.

Jill was headed back toward the house so Andrew called out to her as he fell into an easy jog. “Jill! Welcome back.”

He watched as she turned toward him and squinted against the glare of the morning sun. She hesitated before returning his greeting. The dog ran back and forth between Jill and Andrew, bouncing as if he couldn’t wait for them to meet up in the middle.

“Andrew? Wow, is that really you?”

“Yeah. I heard you were back in town. Saw you out here and thought I’d say hi before breakfast,” Andrew explained as he approached her.

Jill let out a laugh. “Breakfast? It’s almost ten thirty. You’re just having breakfast?”

Andrew shrugged. “I’ve been sleeping in lately.” He had no problem getting up at six o’clock on days he went to the office, but easily reverted to sleeping later on weekends and vacations when he felt like it.

Jill tilted her head and studied him. “You’re living at your grandmother’s?”

“Uh, just for a while,” he said vaguely, not sure if Nora would want him to mention her hip. Nora was proud and might not want everyone to know how much help she needed right now. “I’m taking a leave of absence from work for a while.”

“Um, I was just going to make some hot chocolate.” She gestured over her shoulder toward the house. “Do you want some?”

“Sure.”

Andrew eyed Jill sideways as they walked toward the house together. He couldn’t believe how incredible she looked with her cheeks all red from the cold and her hair tangled up around the collar of her coat. Andrew was dying to see what she looked like when all the layers of winter clothing were stripped off.

Most of the women he dated wore ridiculously tiny coats and gloves made for fashion, not warmth. Jill was bundled up in an old, bulky ski jacket and still looked better than any of those women.

She had very little makeup on, but her eyes sparkled and Andrew found he couldn’t look away from them as the two of them talked. Jill Walsh still had the same appeal, and he still responded. More so now as a man who’d experienced women than he had as a fifteen-year-old boy with only his imagination to fuel him.

He shook off his thoughts. She was his grandmother’s neighbor and Andrew knew his grandmother was still friends with Jill’s grandparents. In his book, that meant she was off limits. He didn’t date women that close to home.

Jill opened the door and stomped the snow off her boots. He watched with interest as she stripped off her coat and crossed to the stove to turn on a burner. Yup. Incredible body, just like he figured. Damn, what a waste. Why did the woman who was so strictly off limits have to be so damn gorgeous?

“Nora said you’re a photographer now,” Andrew’s voice was husky. He tried to control his response and pulled his boots off before grabbing a stool at the kitchen island.

“Mmm hmm. It started out as mostly a hobby but now I’m trying to make it work fulltime.”

“What do you photograph? Do you do portraits and things or…?” His voice trailed off and his gaze moved to Jill’s slender fingers as she added marshmallows to a mug of steaming hot chocolate and handed it to him.

How the hell can fingers be sexy?
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This is a fun read that takes us through a courtship that wasn’t supposed to happen.

There’s also an interesting twist or two that develops from Andrew’s office and of course there’s Jillie’s ex.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series, apparently this is one I started then somehow skipped to the middle. I’m glad I’m reading the new extended versions of these books.

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Lori Ryan is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author who writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance with steamy love scenes and characters you won’t want to leave in the pages when the story is over.Lori published her first novel in April of 2013 and ​has fallen in love with writing.

​She is the author of the Sutton Capital Series; the Heroes of Evers, Texas; and the Triple Play Curse Novellas, a set of novellas with sexy baseball players at their core as part of Bella Andre’s Game For Love Kindle World. She has also published in Melanie Shawn’s Hope Falls Kindle World and in Robyn Peterman’s Magic and Mayhem Kindle World.

She lives with an extremely understanding husband, three wonderful children, and two mostly well-behaved dogs in Austin, Texas. It’s a bit of a zoo, but she wouldn’t change a thing. She loves to connect with her readers. Follow her on Facebook or Twitter or subscribe to her blog.


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Handcuffs in the Heather – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 8 by Dale Mayer


Handcuffs in the Heather
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Riches to rags. …
Everything is under control, …
until it isn’t.
And Doreen’s in the middle of it!

The four boxes of files Doreen inherited from journalist Bridgeman Solomon have already helped her solve one crime, and Doreen hopes they’ll continue to assist her as she sticks her nose into future cases. But, when she stumbles over a pair of pink satin handcuffs in her standoffish neighbor Richard de Genaro’s heather patch, it’s hard to believe that those reporter’s files could have anything useful to offer regarding that.

Doreen takes a look though, and soon she’s headed down a merry trail of prostitution, embezzlement, and, of course, murder. But the minute the files suggest a connection to Doreen’s specialty, a cold case, her beau and partner in crime, Corporal Mack Moreau, starts breathing down her neck.

With her trusty animals leading the way, Doreen sets out to find the connection between the reputable banker who died in an unsolved hit-and-run and the prostitute who owned the pink satin handcuffs. As Doreen puts it all together, even she is surprised at the outcome of her latest investigation.

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I really love this series, it seems no matter how hard she tries Doreen ends up in the middle of something police related.

As we watch the wrap-up of the previous book, Doreen stumbles across a pair of pink satin-covered handcuffs in her neighbor’s Heather plants. Now Mack and Doreen had a good chuckle over that, at least until the next day.

A grumpy Mack shows up early in the morning and proceeds to make coffee while she finishes getting ready for the day. He also cooks up breakfast for her when he discovers she only had some cheese and crackers before bed.

This is a favorite scene.

She nodded. “This wasn’t simple.”

“It’s very simple. You saw me make it.”

“Sure, but it doesn’t have a simple taste. It’s deep and rich with flavor and cheese.” She ate like a starving woman because, at this moment, that was what she was. Before she knew it, only a little bit of scrambled eggs were left. She scraped it onto her toast, lifted the toast, and polished off the first piece. Then she sat back with a happy sigh but looked at the second piece of toast and said, “I don’t think I can eat it.”

“I highly suggest you try.” Mack walked over to the cupboard and brought out the peanut butter and jam.

Doreen slathered both on and cut the bread in half. She gave him half and then started on the other. He picked up his half and ate it in three bites. She watched it disappear while she nibbled on hers.

“That’s the problem with you,” he said. “You put so much effort into your eating, you’ve burned up all the calories before it hits your stomach.”

She ignored his comment and ate as slowly as she wanted. Then she picked up her coffee and asked, “So what’s got you so upset this morning?”

“Where are they?”

She frowned at him in confusion. “Where are what?”

He growled, “The pink satin handcuffs.”

She looked at him and tried hard not to smirk but couldn’t stop it. Her lips twitched, and the first snort of a giggle escaped. And then she burst out in laughter. Mack glared at her. And Mugs, who had been quietly sitting at Doreen’s feet, jumped onto his back legs and woofed at her. She smiled but was still laughing helplessly as she reached down and cuddled him close. And then she heard an even odder sound. She looked over at Thaddeus perched on the windowsill, imitating her laughter. It was the weirdest cackling yet snuffling sound she’d ever heard.

At that, Mack burst out chuckling.

“Wow, we’re all just a mess this morning,” Doreen said, still giggling. She looked at Mack and asked, “Why do you care about the handcuffs? You were all for me throwing them in the garbage last night.”

“I want to see them,” he said.

Snickering, but happy to go along with his request, she hopped to her feet and walked to the front closet. She pulled out the stack of baskets and brought the top one back, so Mack could see the bag with the handcuffs in it.

He lifted it up and said, “You put it on the paper towel?”

She nodded. “And then I put the paper towel in the bag, in case anything fell off.”

He nodded and carefully looked at the handcuffs still inside the plastic bag.

She refilled their coffee cups, then sat, noting the resigned look on his face. She peered at the bag in his hand, but it was hard to see from her position. Plus the lighting was wrong. “What do you see?”

“Initials MP,” he said. His voice was heavy and deep.

“Initials? What?” She jumped to her feet to look closer. “So, we can return them to somebody. Do you really think they’d want them back?”

“We can’t return them to anybody,” he said quietly. “Because I’m pretty sure these handcuffs belong to a woman, a known prostitute in this town, but one who disappeared about ten years ago.”

Doreen stared at him for a long time. “But the handcuffs couldn’t have been buried there for ten years.”

“No, I suspect not. The material would have rotted away.”

“So …”

“So, we actually had a problem with nonessential evidence from the case disappearing from the station.”

Her jaw dropped. “From the evidence locker or whatever you use to keep all that stuff in?”

Mack nodded. “In cold cases, we don’t throw everything away. Some police detachments do when they run out of storage. But obviously, if we’re still trying to solve a case, we don’t get rid of the various pieces of evidence we have.”

“But this is hardly pertinent evidence, is it?”

“No, it was taken during the investigation, and it didn’t have any fingerprints or anything on it, and her purse was found in the alley, nearby where she was known to work. Everything was photographed, and the digital copies were kept,” he said. “But the purse and the contents went into an evidence box.”

“But you didn’t have anybody to return it to, so what happened to it?”

He shrugged. “It was kept with forensic evidence for a long time. And then this stuff disappeared. We assumed at the time it had been tossed and no one marked it down. The cleanout was official so no one was really upset …”

She stared at him in fascination. “So you don’t think this is relevant to the cold case on her disappearance, which is probably a murder, but you are thinking it might be related to whoever broke into the storage or the evidence locker or whatever you want to call it.”

He nodded slowly. “Exactly.”

“So, let me get this straight. A woman’s presumably murdered, and you collect all kinds of items for forensics. But, after testing, whatever is of no interest, you have nobody to give it back to because she has no family. So you hang on to the stuff until the theft of the stuff. What … How many years ago?”

“Seven,” he said slowly. “In this case.”

“So, years after the original disappearance, but I’m calling it a murder, somebody dumps the box— which does seem to point the finger at somebody in the police department. At least initially. But maybe then the dumpster was raided, and I’m thinking kids got to it and threw it away here in the neighbor’s yard. And yet it wasn’t important to the case, so the kids stealing it shouldn’t have been important to the case either. More nuisance value. Likely someone pilfered the purse, hoping something worth money was inside, but, not finding anything, they just threw everything away.”

He nodded. “But then where is the purse? Or, in this case, the rest of the box?”

“That could be anywhere. Particularly if the purse was nice. The rest? … Possibly tossed in the bushes as they walked or drove by. … That part we’re not likely to ever know. And it ends up at my neighbor’s front garden,” she said. “See? That says prank to me. Was anyone who worked at the force related to Richard? Maybe even hated him? Or, like I said first, it could have been just some curious kids …”

“Of course it could,” Mack said. “And, more to the point, it ends up in your hands.”
Dale Mayer. Handcuffs in the Heather (Kindle Locations 198-249). Valley Publishing.

That’s not all that’s found in her neighbor’s garden either and you know of course Doreen will be neck deep in this.

Mack isn’t happy about that but we also see their relationship growing in this one. I swear he’s planning on moving in the way he helps her plan changes to her backyard.

I love her Nan and the way there’s a betting pool on almost everything. Let me not forget Thaddeus, Goliath and Mugs, these guys are the absolute best! Always with her and always protective of her.

Plenty of fun, laughter, suspense and so much more!

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

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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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Winter Heiress – Daughter of Winter Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


Winter Heiress
Daughter of Winter Book 2
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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“Please stand for the Daughter of Winter, the Slayer of Demons, the Heir to the Throne, her Royal Highness, the Lady Wynter.”

Wyn thought everything would be unicorns and rainbows once she reached her mother’s palace.

The last things she expected were assassination attempts, the Summer King readying for war and, worst of all, frilly dresses.

But all of that is pushed to the side when one of her Guardians needs her help. They’re hers. And she’ll protect them while keeping her vow to protect the Realm. No matter the cost.

Note:
***This is the second novel in the Daughter of Winter series. While the bestselling first book, Winter Princess, was released as a serial, this is a full-length novel.***

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I’m not sure whether I got a bigger kick out of the dresses or Wyn’s guardians attempts to change them.

We meet a very interesting character in this one, his name is Blaze and he’s a unicorn and his ‘sparkles’ have an interesting effect on Wyn.

This is a favorite scene as they visit with Blaze and have a picnic.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately,” he begins and I nod. Yup, he’s right about that. He’s been absent a lot. “I talked to your mother about it.”

“You did what?” I gape at him. Why would he talk to Beira about our private life?

“She’s allowed me to reduce my working hours so I can spend more time with you. Same for the others. But I want to make some rules. We each get to spend some alone time with you. We can be all together in the evenings or for excursions like this one, but I want more of you. I need more of you.”

His gaze grows heated as he looks me straight into my eyes. Wow. Did he just say he needs me?

“I’ve missed you too,” I say softly, not quite sure how to respond. I’m not very experienced with this kind of relationship talk. Usually I’d try and laugh about it and then change the topic. But it’s clear Storm is very serious.

“When you say you need alone time… are you still okay with me being with, you know, all of you?”

I’m a bit scared of his reply. If he says no, I’d have no idea what to do.

“Yes, I am,” he says and I breathe a sigh of relief. “But I do feel jealous sometimes when I know that you’re with the others while I have to work. I don’t want to be the one you’re with the least. I want to be the one you spend the most amount of time with.”

He grins sheepishly.

“Wouldn’t that be unfair towards the others?” I ask and return his smile.

“Yeah, probably. But I’m the leader, so who cares.” With that, he gets up and walks around the picnic basket before kneeling down in front of me.

“We’ve not known each other for very long, but the bond makes it feel as if we have. I get… I don’t know how to say it… strange when I’m not around you.”

“Anxious?” I try but he shakes his head. I think of how I’ve felt recently. “Like something is missing from inside you?”

He looks at me strangely. “Yes. Exactly that. It’s like I’m drawn towards you, no matter where I am. It’s very strange, like I’ve got a compass inside me pointing towards you. It’s very distracting.”

“Tell me about it,” I murmur. “I’ve got four of those compasses.” Now that he’s used that image, I realise how well it fits.

Whenever I’ve been alone, I’ve felt not quite right. And that’s been often recently. We’ve all been busy…

“As cute as you two are, I’m getting hungry,” Blaze suddenly interrupts us from behind. I blush. How much did he hear? I’m not quite sure if I like this flamboyant unicorn. He’s a bit too much.

“Guys, you can come in now!” Storm shouts and the other three Guardians enter the rainbow cave a moment later. Now that everybody is in here, it’s getting a little crammed. Blaze isn’t exactly a small unicorn.

“Strawberries!” Crispin exclaims and pops one into his mouth immediately. I can already see that I need to be fast with eating them. Strawberries are my favourite. And discovering that they exist in the Realm is a welcome surprise. I wonder if they have greenhouses somewhere? Or do they import them from Earth? There’s so much I still need to learn about the workings of this place. So far, I’ve never even thought about where the food we’re served in the Palace is coming from. But there are no fields to grow anything on; the perpetual snow prevents the people here from farming.

Arc sits down next to me and pulls me close until I lean against his shoulder. He’s nice and warm, and despite his hard muscles he’s really quite comfy.

“Do ye like this place?” he asks, grinning as some rainbow light reflects on the glass he’s filling with wine.

“It’s unusual,” I say diplomatically. “It reminds me of my heart cave, where my magic lives.”

“Aye, yer strange magic. Is she getting easier ta deal with?”

I shake my head, not wanting to lie to him. “Not really.”

“I think we need some training lessons,” he says with a smile and a wink. I’m not sure his lessons will be all about my magic. “But first, let’s see what else is in the basket.”

“Let me,” Storm grins and uses his wind magic to float the contents of the basket onto the blanket. I admire his precise control. I would likely have destroyed all the food or crashed it against the crystal ceiling. Yup, training is in my future.
MacKinnon, Skye. Winter Heiress (Daughter of Winter Book 2) (pp. 21-24). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

Assassination attempts, an interesting visit to a ‘library’ and a war on the horizon will keep you turning the pages.

We also see Chesca in this one as well as many other characters as they try to figure out who is behind everything.

I am already starting Winter Queen, the next book in the series.

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Skye MacKinnon

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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