Screwed and Satisfied – Moon Ranch Book 2 By Em Petrova

Screwed and Satisfied
Moon Ranch Book 2
Em Petrova


Second chance romance?
Like hell,
and definitely not with the girl next door.

Dane Moon is the troublemaker of the family, and his latest screw-up was marrying a Vegas stripper. Or was it that she married the male dancer? Either way, that chapter of his life’s over, along with the marriage. He’s back in Colorado on the family homestead, attempting to pick up the broken pieces of his past, present and future.

When veterinarian Brennah Peterson finds a drunk guy passed out in her hay bale, she isn’t surprised it’s Dane Moon. The panty-melting bad boy next door always had a reputation for being the life of the party. Any torch Brennah used to carry for the rough and tumble cowboy has been long extinguished—at least until he throws that crooked smile her way again.

Wanting Brennah and wanting to be a better man go together like boots and hats, and maybe it’s time Dane cleans up his act. But Brennah’s got every reason to stay away from him, and he doesn’t want another ex-wife anyhow. When things heat up, it’s hard for Brennah to walk away. But a hot roll in the hay with Dane won’t be enough, and she won’t accept less than all or nothing.

Having signed divorce papers, beaten up and truck taken by guys sent to collect on his gambling debt, Dane Moon leaves Vegas to return to Moon Ranch. At the time getting drunk seemed like a good idea since he was going to visit his old man’s grave first. Turns out that probably wasn’t the best one.

Veterinarian Brennah Peterson bought the ranch neighboring the Moon’s.  She doesn’t have time for a drunk cowboy sleeping in her barn. When cold water in his face doesn’t work she ties him to her tractor and pulls him out of the barn, to no avail. In a last ditch effort before calling his brother she manages to rouse him by calling his name and shaking him. Leading up to dunking him in the water trough.

This is a favorite scene.

With a sigh, she considered her options. One—call Zayden and tell him to come get his brother. Two—phone the sheriff. Three—attempt to wake him again.

For some reason, she felt the need to try before making any calls. She unhooked the rope from his boots and knelt next to him. “Dane! Wake up!”

He stirred at the sound of his name. Patients came out of anesthesia when they heard their names. This couldn’t be much different, could it?

“Dane!” She shook him, then slapped him lightly on the scruffy cheek. The stiff dark hairs under her fingertips made her jerk her hand back. She latched onto his shoulder and shook him again, but that wasn’t better, because the rock-hard muscle awakened her inner teenaged girl.

She sat back on her heels and called his name again.

Finally, his eyes fluttered. The irises looked amber in the bloodshot mess of the whites of his eyes.

Feeling a little thrown off, she tentatively pushed at his shoulder again. “Dane, get up!”

He sat up so fast she had to jump back. He slumped forward, giving a groan that sounded like a wild animal’s rather than a man’s.

“Dane. Get up. You have to leave.”

“Where am I?” he moaned out.

“On my ranch. You don’t live here. You passed out.”


“Come on. Get up and we’ll call your brother.”

That broke through his alcoholic haze. “No. Not my brother. He won’t like it.” Rolling to the side, he tried twice to get his feet beneath him before heaving himself to a stand. He swayed alarmingly, and she reached out as if to catch him, even as she realized there was no way in hell she could hold him up. If he plummeted to the ground, all she could do was get out of the way.

He cracked a bleary eye at her. “Who’re you?”

“Brennah Peterson. This is my ranch.” The words barely left her lips before she realized he was about to go down again.

“Oh no you don’t.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him several paces across the yard to the trough. Water always worked with drunks. When she moved to dunk him, he helped her out by falling face-first into the water.

For a moment, she panicked. What if he passed out and she wasn’t strong enough to haul him out? She couldn’t be responsible for the man drowning in her horse trough.

With a hard grasp on his shoulders, she yanked him backward. Crap, he was a hell of a lot heavier than her mom, who drank too much wine following a bad day at work.

To her relief, he came with her, flipping water all over her. She gasped at the hit of cold water to the face and chest. She released him.

Dane rocked on his feet.

“Don’t go down again!” Lurching toward him, she shoved his head under again.

This time, he threw himself upward. With water streaming off him and molding his chambray shirt to his chiseled body, he glared at her. His dark hair plastered to his forehead and below that, his amber eyes centered on her.

She swallowed hard.

The man was big, wet…and angry.

“The best way to wake a drunk is cold water.” Her words sounded strong, even if she felt like she stood on two spaghetti noodles rather than legs.

He didn’t budge, standing there streaming water. When he swiped a hand over his face and up through his hair, sending the strands into spikes, he paused. “Where’s my hat?” He sent her another glare like she’d stolen the thing off his head.

“In the barn. You weren’t wearing it when I found you.”

He looked her over, from head to foot and back up, in a slow pace that reflected his inebriated condition and didn’t have anything to do with him liking her appearance. But she still felt his gaze like a touch and drew up to her full height of five-nine. She was tall enough, strong too. And she wanted him to know he wouldn’t get far with her if he tried anything.

He strode into her barn without so much as a wobble. Clearly the man could process his liquor with a little help. He shoved the hat down over his wet hair and peered at her from under the low brim.

“How’d you know my name?”

“Your driver’s license.” No sense in reminding him of her immature efforts to get his attention in high school.

Dark brows shot up. “You took my wallet?”

“No, it fell out of your pocket when I dragged you over the threshold.” She waved a hand. At that moment, he must have pieced together the scene—dirt trail, tractor, and rope.

He rounded on her and then grabbed his head. “You dragged me with a tractor?”

“How else was I going to get you out? You’re big and weigh as much as one of my young llamas.”
His blue jeans were painted on, and the way he braced his legs wide only accentuated muscled thighs and calves much thicker than in his youth.

She tore her gaze away. “Look, you need to leave. I have work to do.”

He attempted a nod but clutched his skull again. Serves him right.

“Can you at least tell me where I’m at, besides on your ranch? Where is the Moon Ranch from here?”

“Just across that field.” She pointed.

He peered at her, and through those amber eyes, she saw the lights flipping on in his brain. “You bought the old Connally place.”

She nodded.

“Sorry for the trouble, miss.” To her surprise, he tipped his hat in the most gentlemanly manner she’d seen in ages, and never from a drunk. He walked past her and circled the paddock. She watched him go for long minutes, until she was sure he’d remain on his feet and wouldn’t collapse in her field.

With a shake of her head, she returned to the barn and her animals. If the past half hour was anything to go by, she was in for one hell of a day.
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Now things aren’t going to be easy for Dane, he has to prove to his brother Zayden, that he isn’t like his father. He had to become a better man than he is at the moment.

When Zayden’s tractor is taken, Dane is afraid it’s his fault but a fire in the field stops him from telling anyone. This is where things start to get interesting with him and Brennah.

Plenty of twists and turns, sizzling heat, and more than one surprise.

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

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

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A SEAL’s Resolve – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 6 By Cora Seton

A SEAL’s Resolve
SEALs of Chance Creek Book 6
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


Twice Navy SEAL Curtis Lloyd has been ready to marry. Twice his bride to be has left him at the last minute for another man. So when a bride and her bridesmaid crash their car just outside Base Camp, in the biggest snowstorm this century, Curtis knows he has to get them to their wedding in Bozeman even if they have to walk the whole way. His motives aren’t entirely selfless: He needs a bride, too, in order to save the sustainable community he joined when he left the military, and feisty maid of honor Hope Martin is just the kind of woman he’d like to take to the altar.

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I think this is now my favorite so far in this series.

Curtis has lost out on brides twice, this second time leaves him with only 5 days to find another bride and there’s a blizzard on the way. As the snow begins to fall he starts to think there’s no hope and it will be his fault they lose everything they’ve worked so hard for.

While Curtis is being left at the alter another Bride is preparing to leave Illinois to travel to Bozeman, Montana for her wedding. Raina didn’t want to leave her job until the last minute so along with her maid of honor Hope she was undertaking the twenty-four hour drive. Raina also reveals she isn’t coming back to Illinois, the newlyweds would be staying in Bozeman. However, Raina’s fiance Ben’s best man Scott, has an in at Yellowstone and possibly a job opportunity for Hope as a Park Ranger.

As soon as Raina heard about Curtis’ predicament, she formulated a change of plans. Hope needed a husband so they could eventually raise their children together. Curtis is the perfect candidate for her scheme.

Since Hope hasn’t seen the show, Raina manages to pull off getting stuck at the drive to the camp.

This is one of many favorite scenes.

Curtis tried to control the smile tugging at his mouth and wondered if he’d succeeded. “That’s all good information,” he told Raina.

“Ask and ye shall receive, right?” She shrugged innocently. “I got a Base Camp Bulletin yesterday. Heard all about the way Michele married her assistant instead of—” She broke off. “Anyway, enough of all that. Let’s just say I’m up to date on all the Base Camp news.”

Jesus. “You know about Michele—?”

“I know everything. You’re still looking, right?” she asked innocently.

She didn’t beat around the bush, did she? “I’m still looking,” Curtis confirmed.

Hope, obviously baffled by their banter, cleared her throat. “We really need to be on our way tonight,” she said firmly, but she slid a glance his way. Was she checking him out?

She was.

For the first time since the show began, Curtis thanked the social media department. He and most of the others on the show avoided the Base Camp website and marketing efforts as much as they could. He hadn’t known why anyone would want to get updates on their phones.

Now it seemed kind of brilliant.

“How’d you happen to be near Base Camp, anyway?”

Raina’s eyes went wide, and Curtis realized he’d stepped in it.

“We needed gas,” Hope said.

“Gas is the other way—ouch!”

Anders rubbed his shoulder when Curtis punched him. “What did you do that for?”

Curtis shot him what he hoped was a significant look, and Anders said, “Oh… right. Anyone could have made that mistake in a snowstorm.”

Not exactly true. The signs for the gas station and the center of town would have been hard to miss. How had Raina managed it?

Had she come here and crashed her car on purpose?

That was gutsy—or crazy. Curtis wondered if he ought to be worried.

“It was an honest mistake,” Raina said, but when Hope turned to look at the car, she winked at Curtis. “Thought you could use a hand.”

“We’re the ones who need a hand.” Hope pointed to the car’s back bumper. It was crumpled, pressing into the left back tire.

“Come to the bunkhouse, and we’ll get this sorted out,” Curtis said again. “We’ll pull out your car in the morning.” He figured two women—even if they were unhinged—couldn’t do much damage with a passel of Navy SEALs around. Besides, Raina might be little weird, but Hope seemed pretty normal to him.

“I don’t think we should go anywhere with strangers,” Hope said to Raina.

“They’re not strangers. I’ve watched every episode of Base Camp. I know these guys better than they know themselves. Come on, Hope, please? How often do you get to see where a television show is filmed? There’ll be film crews everywhere, so we’ll be perfectly safe, right?” She turned back to Curtis.

“Unfortunately, almost the whole crew already packed it in and headed to town about an hour ago, before the roads got too bad, but you’ll still be safe with us. There are plenty of other women in camp.”

Hope shivered, and Curtis resisted the urge to unzip his jacket, pull her in close and wrap the sides of the garment around her. They could warm each other up—

Heck, he was getting ahead of himself. Although maybe he should, given his looming deadline.

“What do you think, Hope?” he asked. Raina might talk a lot, but he knew Hope was the head of this operation. She was the one who’d make the decision.

“Fine, we’ll come with you. But the minute the snow stops, we get back on the road.”

She didn’t sound too pleased, but Curtis was already counting his lucky stars. So far he liked Hope, and he didn’t have any other prospects. Luckily, according to the weather report, the snow wasn’t going to stop for several days.

Maybe that would be enough time to convince her to like him back.
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Now Hope has a planner, her life and days planned out almost to the second. She’s about to have her whole world turned upside down, even as Curtis helps her knock off a couple of things from her bucket type list.

I loved every single page of this book, I laughed, held my breath and crossed my fingers too, as Curtis fulfills his promise to get Raina to her wedding, and courts Hope.

Lot’s of surprises, snow filled adventures, and so much more!

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.

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Chaos – Dogs of War Book 2 By J.M. Madden

Dogs Of War Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
J.M. Madden


Going back into the torture camp where he’d been so brutally abused is the last thing Navy SEAL Drake Fontana wants to do, but if there are other men being experimented upon he has to be the one to get them out. And he has to give them an option other than to be a test subject to the Silverstone Collaborative, the pharmaceutical company funding the diabolical experiments.

If he had his way, Drake would go in alone, but he’s assigned a team of retired, disabled military from the Lost and Found group. They all have strengths, but he hates being responsible for their safety. The most vital of the team is Jordan Madeira. The woman has fire in her blood and her heart, and she has contacts in the Amazon he could never find on his own.

More than that, though, Jordan holds an immediate, dangerous attraction for Fontana. As the team crosses the jungle destroying research camps and searching for survivors, he realizes that she is what his heart has always been longing for. Home. But Fontana has always had to fight for everything he’s gotten in life, and Jordan’s heart will be no different.

If you haven’t read Genesis and Chaos you may want to go back and read them first. They contain important lead up to the events in this book.

Planning the next step in taking down the Silverstone Corporation is in the works. Jordan Madeira’s mother may be the key to the success of this mission. Aiden, Fontana and Wolfe have to have confirmation of the sites in South America. While they don’t expect them to be operational after two years. If there is a possibility of survivors in any of the three camps, they had to get them out.

Called to a meeting by her bosses Jordan is a bit confused as to why her. Although Chad had be acting a bit strange and asking about her mother before her shift. Perhaps she will now get some understanding.

However, it’s Duncan, Chad and John, that get surprised. After she tells them her mother is unavailable, she informs them that she can fly and has access to a helicopter.

The team is selected and the team takes off to Venezuela to get the helicopter.

It’s Jordan’s Uncle who greets them at the airfield and without further ado the team prepares to fly to the first site on the list.

This is a favorite scene.

Madeira opened a hatch at the back of the chopper. “We can store our gear here until we find a place to land.”

The men moved in and threw their bags into the back but unpacked their MP5s and slung the tactical slings over their shoulders. Then they climbed into the cabin of the chopper. Madeira moved to the pilot’s seat, on the left, and opened the door.

A spate of harsh Spanish flew from her mouth and she raised a fist at her uncle, who sat chuckling in the cab of the truck, waiting for her to lift off. Madeira threw the bright red child’s booster seat across the tarmac. “You better burn that, Pablo! No more!”

Fontana found himself grinning as he watched what appeared to be a familiar refrain between family. It was obvious the two of them loved each other very much, even though they didn’t get to see one another very often.

Madeira pinned him with a glare. “Don’t you go getting ideas! Get in!”

She made a motion to the seat beside her in the cockpit. He hesitated, not sure he wanted to have such a view. He’d ridden in helicopters many time before as a SEAL, but he’d never ridden in front where he could see his death coming that much faster. “I can ride in the cabin with the guys.”

“Or you can help me scope out landing sites.” she called as she began flipping switches. The rotor began to turn overhead as the engines wound to life.

Growling, he circled the helicopter and twisted open the handle to climb inside. He adjusted the fit on the safety straps, letting them out to fit his frame, and began buckling up. Madeira had already snapped in, as if the belts had already been adjusted to her size.

She glanced at him for a moment.

“Do you need help with anything?”

He shook his head, glancing down at the thin blue nylon straps his life depended upon.
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It’s after visiting that first site and what they found there that Jordan came to understand a bit more about Fontana, and he her.

Amid all the action, pain and flashbacks, Fontana finds an anchor in Jordan. The two of them have definite chemistry that is both explosive and sizzling.

I laughed, cried and held my breath in this book. Now I’m off to read Retribution, the next book in this series, so I’m ready when Catalyst is released.

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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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A SEAL’s Purpose – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 5 By Cora Seton

A SEAL’s Purpose
SEALs Of Chance Creek Book 5
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


When Kai Green joined nine other Navy SEALs to build a sustainable community in Chance Creek, Montana, he never dreamed the day would come when he’d have to marry a woman sight unseen—or lose everything. Now he has to find a way to build a life with a perfect stranger—one who seems perfectly unqualified for happiness at Base Camp—or with him.

Addison Reynolds dreams of living in New York City, so when her fashion model sister offers her a year rent-free in her Manhattan penthouse apartment, she’s ready to say yes. But there’s a catch: Felicity is determined to make Addison lighten up a little, so if she wants to move to NYC, she’ll have to say yes to everything for one full month—including becoming Kai’s fiancé.

Can two people find true love—and their true selves—at the same time?

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When Kai selects his prospective bride from the offered videos, he is intrigued with Addison. When he meets her, he is sure she is the one.

Addison’s sister, Felicity, is behind everything that leads to her being on the show. The problem, she thinks its all fake, until she discovers it really is legitimate.

Addison dithered as long as she could, but in the end she joined him there, grabbing a dish towel and drying the dishes as he washed them. For once, no camera crew was in there with him.

“You honestly didn’t think any of this was real?” Kai asked after they’d worked in silence for several minutes.

“I did—but I didn’t,” she tried to explain, desperately wishing she hadn’t said anything. She could have found out what she needed to know far more discreetly than blurting out her question. Now he’d be suspicious of everything she said and did. Which would make it hard for her to figure out a plan. “I thought you were doing everything I saw on television, but I thought it was scripted. That’s what people told me about reality television.”

“That’s what who told you?”

“My sister. She’s a model,” Addison tried to explain. “She has friends who do film stuff.”

“That might be the way some shows are run, but not this one. There’s enough drama going on all the time without it,” he pointed out. “They kind of set it up that way.”

“I guess so.”

“So, you thought there’d be someone to tell you what to do?”

uddenly Addison was exhausted. She wished she could climb into her tent and go to sleep—and wake up in the morning with a script in hand she could follow so she knew she was doing it all right.

She didn’t want to think what this meant about her and Kai. Had he really invited her here to marry him? Was there a chance she could spend a lifetime with this man who took her breath away every time she went near him?

She couldn’t believe that could be true. Didn’t know what she’d do if it was. In the short time she’d been here, he’d already swept her off her feet, but that was when she’d been treating it like a fantasy.

Now it was… real.


“Today must have been quite a shock then.”

“You could say that.”

“What are you going to do now?” Kai kept scrubbing the dishes.

Addison wasn’t fooled. She read the tension in every move he made.

She put a plate away in the cupboard and came back for another one. “Wing it. I guess. Throw a Halloween ball. Try not to get in the way too much.”

He softened. “You’ll do fine.”

“Will I?” she asked. “I’m not that good at winging it.”

“Come on. Addison caps for surfers?” he reminded her.

“Yeah. Well, there’s that.” But she hadn’t even come up with that; Felicity had.

Felicity should be the one here, she realized. She had no doubt Kai would fall in love with her sister if he met her.

Jealousy surged through her at the thought. She didn’t want Kai to fall in love with her sister. She wanted him to want her.

As much as she wanted him.

Which meant she’d already gotten herself in a jam. Because Kai had fallen for the woman he thought she was—the woman Felicity had created, not the real Addison. She didn’t knit surf caps, or prance around in wet bikinis, or dye her hair, or any of it. What would he think if he knew the real Addison?

Would she interest him at all?

“It’s all kind of… overwhelming,” she admitted.

“I bet it is.” Kai straightened and dried his hands on a towel looped through the handle of the stove. She thought he’d lead the way out of the kitchen. But the dishes weren’t done.

Instead, he moved to box her in against the kitchen counter, bracing one hand to either side of her.

Addison’s breath caught.

“I’m sorry you’re overwhelmed,” he said. “But there’s one thing I need to know right now. Because my future—and everyone else’s here—is riding on it,” he said.

Addison needed to stop him, but she was too late. He was already asking the one question she definitely couldn’t answer.

Kai held her gaze, his face only inches from hers. “Addison, are you going to marry me?”

She swallowed. Fought for the courage to tell him the truth. She had to say no, because she hadn’t come here to marry him, and marrying a stranger on a television show was plain crazy. And because she had dreams and aspirations that meant she needed to be in New York.

Kai waited as she fought for words, but all she could think about was the way they’d joked together while preparing lunch, the way he’d held her hand as they walked to the creek.

The way he’d kissed her.

And how badly she wanted to get to know this man better. How much she craved the touch of his hands on her skin.

She braced herself.

“Yes,” she said.
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I love the journey Addison goes through as she gets to know everyone and plans a Halloween ball. She has a decision to make and Kai can only hope it’s in his favor.

I have started the next book in this series, I need to finish before A SEAL’s Triumph is released.

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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.

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Smoke Bitten – Mercy Thompson Book 12 By Patricia Briggs

Smoke Bitten
Mercy Thompson Book 12
NY Times Bestselling Author
Patricia Briggs


Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, faces a threat unlike any other in this thrilling entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.

I am Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman.
My only “superpowers” are that I turn into a thirty-five pound coyote and fix Volkswagens. But I have friends in odd places and a pack of werewolves at my back. It looks like I’m going to need them.

Centuries ago, the fae dwelt in Underhill–until she locked her doors against them. They left behind their great castles and troves of magical artifacts. They abandoned their prisoners and their pets. Without the fae to mind them, those creatures who remained behind roamed freely through Underhill wreaking havoc. Only the deadliest survived.

Now one of those prisoners has escaped. It can look like anyone, any creature it chooses. But if it bites you, it controls you. It lives for chaos and destruction. It can make you do anything–even kill the person you love the most. Now it is here, in the Tri-Cities. In my territory.

It won’t, can’t, remain.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

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Right from the start of this book I had to wonder what the heck was up with Adam. The man was closing off and jumping to conclusions, truly out of character especially where Jesse and Mercy are concerned. Of course Christy is in the middle, even from a distance Adam’s ex causes problems.

Auriele is putting her nose where it doesn’t belong again. Darryl is pissed off and Adam isn’t pleased either.  Mercy gets mad and before she says something she can’t take back she goes for a run. Her destination the house that replaced her burnt out trailer, where Gabriel lived until he left for college.

This of course lead to the nature of this book, a ghost, what seems to the police to be a murder/suicide, but totally smells off to Mercy. Her sweet neighbors Anna and Dennis, gone, magic of some kind, a single word ‘Smoke’ the only clue.

Adam does follow her, and they have a bit of a discussion while waiting for the police to finish up. His real apology doesn’t happen until they are home.

This is a favorite scene.

Adam closed the door behind us but didn’t step farther into the house. He bowed his head for a moment before meeting my eyes.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I know I hurt you today. I have been angry and short-tempered and I took it our on you. On you and Jesse.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s talk about this. What is up with you? Why the shutdown of our bond> Why no time together? Why no–” I was trying to keep my voice clinical, but if i’d said “no making love” I would have trouble doing it. So I said, “–sex?” And my voice wobbled a little anyway.

He nodded, as if he’d been waiting for those questions.

“The short answer is that I don’t know,” he said. “But something is wrong.” He thumped his chest.

I frowned at him. “With your wolf?”

He shook his head, but then said, “Maybe? It doesn’t feel like that — though the wolf is part of it.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“See?” he said. “It doesn’t make sense out loud.”

“Is it me?”

He huffed out a humorless laugh. ” I promise that this is not an ‘it’s not you. it’s me’ speech.” His eyes brightened to gold. “I won’t let you go.”

“Not your choice,” I told him. “But as it happens you’d have a hard time shaking me off. You are mine, and I’m pretty stubborn about things like that.”

His whole body relaxed with an odd shudder. He closed his eyes. My stomach settled for the first time in a few days. We could work this out.

And then he said, in a voice that was not his own, “You’d leave if you knew what was inside me.”

The wolf, I thought, after a weird moment. It was just Adam’s wolf. We’d spoken a time or two. But it hasn’t sounded quite right for the wolf.

“Nope,” I told him–wolf and man. “Not happening.”

“You should leave.” This time I was sure it was the the wolf who spoke. “It would be safer for you.” And then Adam’s yellow eyes opened, but he gave a half laugh. “Yes, I know, that just guaranteed you are going to stick around until bodies start dropping.”

“Are bodies going to start dropping?” I asked.

“Mercy,” he said. “I don’t trust myself. I’ve been a werewolf for longer than you’ve been alive and it’s been decades since I’ve had trouble with it. But now I wake up and I’m in my wolf’s shape–without remembering how I got there.”

Two weeks ago, I thought. He’d been a wolf when I woke up. I’d just assumed that he’d had a restless night; we both were prone to those after the witches. Sometimes on bad nights we’d go out for a run–on two legs or four. I’d thought he’d decided to let me sleep. It had been after that night that the odd distance he’d forced between us had happened; it might have been right after that night.

He saw me remember and nodded. “Yes. That time. But it doesn’t feel like the wolf is trying to take over. I know how to control that.”

“We cannot keep the people around us safe from ourselves,” growled his wolf.

I couldn’t find it in myself to be frightened of Adam–though I remembered clearly the look in his eyes when I confronted him on the stairs. He hadn’t hurt me then–and he would never hurt me. But I wasn’t the one who needed convincing.

“Is it something to do with the witches?” I asked tentatively.

“I don’t think so,” said Adam. “it doesn’t feel like magic.”

“Yes,” contradicted the wolf–startling Adam.

It was pretty weird having a three-way conversation when there were only two of us in the room. Adam and his wolf were usually more integrated than this.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Do we believe your wolf? It was something the witches did?” They had made him obey them–it was a gift one of the Hardesty witches had. One of the nightmares Adam had after that night was that under the witches orders, he killed me or Jesse.

Adam shook his head. “I don’t think he knows anything I don’t.”

“Okay,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I agreed. “Now that we have all that out in the open, how about you open up our mating bond?”

“No,” Adam said with emphasis. “I don’t want this spilling out on you.”

“No,” agreed the wolf.

“All of what spilling out on me?” I asked.

Adam flattened his lips.

“Adam?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

He backed up against the door when I tried to put a hand on his shoulder. I raised both my eyebrows and stalked forward until he was flat against the wall and I pressed myself against him.

He could have pushed me away. Instead I could feel him try to pull himself back, as if he wished his body could dissolve through the door so we would no longer touch.

He turned his head from me, his eyes…ashamed.

“To hell with that,” I muttered. He was only about four inches taller than I was, which meant that if he was trying to keep his lips away from me, there was still a lot of him I could reach. I kissed the skin under his jaw, soft but for the bristly hint of beard growing in. then I rested my face against his neck and just breathed.

Gradually, his breathing matched mine and his body relaxed, melting into mine. Finally, his arms wrapped around me.

“I’m sorry,” he told me, his lips on my temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I told him. “Fix it.”

His chest huffed with a silent laugh, though the expression in his eyes hurt me. “I don’t know how.”
Briggs, Patricia. Smoke Bitten. Ace Publishing. pp. (46-49).

Now things start heating up in more ways than one. Not only is there a gate to Underhill in their backyard, Wolfe is stalking her, and an unknown entity is biting folks and causing havoc.

Lots of interaction with Adam’s wolf which is as unusual as it is interesting. Of course we also see many of our favorite wolves.  But Ben seems to  end up in the thick of things.

Plenty of action, suspense, magic and that unique romance that is Mercy and Adam.

I wish these books came out more often, I love them so very much!

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Patty was born in Butte, Montana, back in 1965. If you’re good at math, you’ll have deduced that she’s currently twenty-nine. In fact, she’s been twenty-nine for a while and has no intention of getting any older. Fiction authors don’t obey the laws of space and time, they invent them. Don’t argue, or she’ll make up a dragon right behind you . . .

Patricia was born book-privileged. Her mother was a school librarian, and she shared a room with an older sister who loved to read. Long after they had been put to bed, her sister would use the small night light to read Patty stories; her early favorites were fairy tales. Knights and castles, fair maidens, and monsters of every ilk became their nighttime companions.

Soon, Patty learned to read, and whole worlds were hers to explore. She rode on the Black Stallion, and flew the skies of Pern on a dragon. Sometime during that period she stumbled onto a treasure trove. Her older sister had begun collecting comic books; pristine originals were place in cellophane sleeves and organized in cardboard boxes. When her sister was away, they were removed by grubby fingers smeared with peanut butter and jelly for a clandestine read, returning with a faint smudges and wrinkled pages from reading under the covers. To this day, her sister periodically calls Patty and tells her how much more her original copies of the X-Men would have been worth if left pristine in their sleeves. The number keeps going up.

Patty is a prevarication professional. She lies for a living, telling whoppers and fibs so outrageous that people pay her to fib some more. Her only concession to honesty is that she tells people she’s lying to them, which is what separates a fiction author from a politician. She loves to play with her imaginary friends, and meeting with readers who know her imaginary friends is a treat. Her biggest complaint with writing is that she has far more ideas for stories than time to write them.

Patty and her family reside in Eastern Washington near Tri-Cities, home of Mercy Thompson; yes, it’s a real place! When not working on the next book, she can be found playing truant out in her horse pastures, playing with the newest babies.

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From Rising From The Ashes: A Charity Anthology for Australia

A Charity Anthology for Australia

Love will always rise.
Rising From the Ashes is
a Charity Anthology and
a labor of love.
All proceeds will go directly
to Australia’s State Emergency Relief Fund and WIRES,
an Australian Wildlife Information,
Rescue, and Education Service.

We’ve assembled a delectable collection of amazing romance and fantasy by New York Times, USA Today, and other bestselling authors. We hail from many countries, and we’ve joined together to help Australia recover from its devastating fires. Everything from stories to cover art to formatting has been donated.

This limited-edition omnibus includes fantasy and romances of all genres, with hot men and strong women. Every single book proves love and perseverance and grit really do conquer all.

Thanking you in advance for your kindness and generosity supporting Rising From the Ashes. You’ll find some new-to-you authors that will make your day.

Featuring books from:
Angie Fox, Ann Gimpel, Brandy Wilson, Candice Gilmer, Dawn Montgomery, J.K. Harper, Jessica Marting,
Kate Richards, Lauren Dawes, Lisa B. Kamps, Liza Street, Marie Long, Melissa Snark, Michele Bardsley, Renee George, RJ Blain, Russell Nohelty, Skye MacKinnon, Tasha Black, Traci Hilton and Victoria Pinder.

Cover art donated by Fiona Jayde Media

Since I’m not sure how long this will be available I decided to post reviews for these full length novels individually. I am thoroughly enjoying each and every one, finding new authors along the way.

Here is the first one! Don’t miss this Anthology it’s amazing!!!

Night of the Living Demon Slayer
Accidental Demon Slayer Book 7
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Angie Fox


Lizzie Brown is all for letting the good times roll…until a dark voodoo church rises up in the bayou outside of New Orleans. Now the ritual fires are burning long into the night and the dead are having a hard time staying that way.

Lizzie goes in undercover to put a stop to the madness. Good thing she’s got her sexy shape-shifter husband behind her, as well as her Grandma’s gang of biker witches. Too bad nobody’s watching Pirate the dog, who has become way too friendly with the phantom haunting a long-forgotten Victorian séance room.

Secrets and spirits abound. Nothing is what it seems. And when legions of the dead threaten the city, there may be no stopping them.

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This book is the middle of an on going series and it had me hooked from the first page.

Lizzy is a demon slayer married to Dimitri, a powerful griffin and she’s related to a Coven of biker witches. I love her pets a white dragon named Flappy and a talking dog named Pirate they are an interesting pair.

A favorite scene is the start of the scary and interesting stuff.

“The ball, Flappy,” I said, pointing, “right there. By the fence.” It lay in the dirt about six feet from where he’d dug the helmet out of the bush—a large, red ball. You couldn’t miss it.

The big dragon trundled off.

“It’s not his fault he can’t see color,” my dog pointed out. “Look for something round!” Pirate called.

The dragon broke into a run, flapping his wings. Before I knew it, he’d taken off. He flew over the fence and circled the hotel. So much for staying focused.

“You could try to fetch as well,” I suggested to Pirate. It had been his idea to teach the dragon tricks. I didn’t know why my dog was outsourcing. “You like bringing me balls and sticks. Maybe you can show Flappy where to look.”

Pirate sat down instead. “Ah, well, I fetched me some of those leftover lemon squares when Bob wasn’t looking. Now I don’t feel so hot.” He stood, tail up. “Ohh…look what Flappy has now.”

The snaggletoothed beast kicked up a small dust storm as he landed. He let out a happy grunt and began lumbering up to us, his mouth full of a gnarled mass of twigs and cloth and I didn’t know what.

“Yuck,” I said, even before I realized it was covered in dragon spit. “Flappy, drop it.”

The dragon laid it at my feet and I took an instinctive step back. I detected the sharp, musty tang of rotten meat.

A bundle of sticks tied with black twine formed a pentagram. Lashed to the center, a crude human form squirmed as if it were alive.

“That’s even better than a ball!” Pirate gushed, ready to pounce.

“Not so fast,” I said, picking him up. I glanced around the courtyard. We were pretty much by ourselves.

At best, some poor animal could be trapped in the center of that pentagram. At worst…

I bent down for a closer look. This time, the bundle at my feet appeared dead enough. Maybe I was just tired.

The dragon stood over it, panting and happy. Surely his magical animal instincts would tell him if something were off.

I forced some cheer into my voice. “Did you bring me a prize?” I didn’t think dragons were like cats, rewarding their owners with less-than-savory trophies from a kill, but I had no clue what this could be. The witches hadn’t put it together. Or at least it didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen before.

The body in the center consisted of a head-like knot of burlap with a halo of colorful feathers sewn into the crown. A wad of faded yellow cloth formed the body. Poking from it, gnarled sticks made for crude arms and legs.

A faint crackle arose from it, like branches catching fire.

“Yeah, that’s bad,” I muttered as the large, tear-shaped emerald at my throat prickled with energy. My husband had gifted me with the stone and its bronze chain when we first met. The necklace was loaded with defensive magic and tended to help me out when I needed it. For the time being, though, it held back. Even my emerald didn’t know what to make of this thing.

Frieda had gone inside. She’d probably needed to dry off. Ant Eater and Edwina lingered near the back, under the roof by the vending machines, discussing the table full of spells they’d brewed at the ritual last night. Each recycled jelly jar sparkled with pink and yellow magic meant to dispel the darkness. At this rate, I’d need to borrow one.

Pirate squirmed in my arms, trying to get a better look at the object Flappy found. “You want me to eat it?” he offered. “I’m full, but I can make room, no problem.”

“No.” In fact, I got the distinct feeling it had been watching us. Two black stones glistened on the head of the doll lashed to the sticks. They seemed to follow my every movement. “Go get Grandma.” And then, because I really didn’t want him back, “After that, take Flappy to my room and you can both jump on the bed.”

Pirate lit up. “Get out of town!” He knew as well as I that I never let Flappy inside, much less near my pillow, much less…never mind.

It was a small price to pay. “See if you can jump as high as the ceiling,” I said before I thought better of it.

At least Pirate would be safe. “Yyyyes!” my dog said, with the joy only animals possess. He ran like greased lightning, Flappy in his wake.

He pawed at room 102. “Lizzie wants you!” he said to Grandma as she opened the door. “It’s something smelly!” he added over his shoulder as he dashed down the row of rooms. I’d kept my door propped open for fresh air. Pirate nudged it the rest of the way, dashing in ahead of the dragon.

Grandma stood in the doorway to her room, perplexed. She still wore her leather chaps and a black T-shirt from last night. The words Kiss My Asphalt curled in silver across her chest. Her long gray hair tangled around her shoulders, uncombed, and black circles lingered under her eyes. She’d had fun.

“We’ve got a problem,” I called, motioning her over.
Gimpel, Ann. Rising From the Ashes: A Charity Anthology for Australia . Ann Gimpel Books, LLC. Kindle Locations (528-574). Kindle Edition.

Now a dragon playing fetch is quite amusing, as is the lazy dog. However, what the dragon brought back was scary and when Evan Christopher, the person who created it showed up it starts a very scary, interesting and fun tale.

Voodoo, rituals, black souls and so much more will have you turning the pages.

I really have to go to the beginning of this series to get the details on all of these really awesome characters.

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Angie Fox

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Angie Fox writes sweet, fun, action-packed mysteries. Her characters are clever and fearless, but in real life, Angie is afraid of basements, bees, and going up stairs when it is dark behind her. Let’s face it. Angie wouldn’t last five minutes in one of her books.

Angie is best known for her SOUTHERN SPIRITS mysteries, and for her ACCIDENTAL DEMON SLAYER books.

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Asher – The Mavericks Book 5 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.

The Mavericks Book 5
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


A born protector, Asher signs up for jobs
even the most trained men won’t take …

But finding a set of female autistic twins in mainland China—after someone has gone to a great deal of effort to make sure they are never found—isn’t easy. Finding those responsible behind the actual kidnapping is even harder …

Mickie, hired to look after the twins for the last six months, is still recovering from the trauma of being beaten and drugged, waking to find her adult charges gone. Beside herself already, then seeing Asher, her ex from ten years ago, is another sock to her gut. And to her heart … She’s not the same person she was back then and, being with him again, shows her just how much she’d screwed up her relationship with him.

Yet betrayal, deceit and bodies litter their pathway as they struggle to save the missing women before the kidnapper’s assassins get close enough to take them out instead …

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Asher is ready to take on his own assignment. There’s a few twists in this one for him. He’s being sent to China to find adult autistic twins, and their caretaker is someone he used to know very well.

Mickey was impatiently waiting for the team the twin’s mother Chandra has hired. She was in the same room, the one where the twins were taken. She has to be with them to help rescue them. One of the things the twins hate is change, they really didn’t want to come on this trip with their mother they like staying home in their safe environment.

Chandra is convinced that the reason they were taken were because she was refusing to do a wedding for a very influential bride. She brought the twins on this trip because she felt they need some change. Not a very smart move.

Asher has Ryker for a backup and they aren’t so easily convinced. Mickey has made her decision to go with them and help with the twins when they find them. However her history with Asher is a stumbling block.

This is a favorite scene.

Mickey spotted Asher, already heading to the door. “Wait. Where are you going?”

He turned and looked at her in surprise. “To get the twins.”

“Why? Don’t you need anything else?”

He shrugged. “This is really best done with minimal force.”

“You’ll need me to look after them,” she said, racing to his side.

“Maybe,” he said. “If, in fact, they know you.”

“They do.” She glared at him. “I’m coming.”

“The twins love her,” Chandra said. “She’s very good at calming them down.”

He nodded. “Fine. But if she can’t keep up …” And he headed for the door.

Chandra anxiously called out, “Mickey, are you sure?”

Mickey waved back and said, “I’m fine. I’ve known Asher for a long time.”

“If you say so,” Chandra said. “I’d be happy to find more men to send along.”

“Don’t bother,” Asher said, his voice hard. “They’ll just get in my way.”

Mickey followed him to the elevator. “I don’t remember you being such a hard-ass.”

“Circumstances,” he said.

“Circumstances or me?”

He shrugged. “Not necessarily you. Although it was a bit of a surprise to find out you were here.”

“Yeah. Apparently I’m the plus-one. Just in a work environment, not a personal one.”

“Well, we tried that once. It didn’t work so well. So here we can try the first one.”

“It worked fine,” she said.

He snorted. “So why’d we break up again?”

They went down the elevator, again with him refusing to let anybody else on. She watched his ability to keep that elevator door closed and shook her head. “You’ve done this a time or two.”

“All the time.”

When the door opened, she froze, staring at the loading dock area. “This isn’t where I expected to get off.”

“Yet it’s where I expected to get off,” he said calmly.

She groaned. “Yes, we did break up, but we were after different things.”

“If you say so.”

The breakup had been mostly her doing. “It was the right thing to do at the time,” she said.

He stayed quiet, and she looked around and asked, “What happened to Ryker?”

Just then a small vehicle drove up beside them. Asher reached for the back door of the vehicle, opened it, and said, “Get in. Ryker is driving.” Surprised, she scrambled into the back seat before they took off and left her standing there.

As soon as he got in the front, Ryker asked Asher, “Did you learn anything?”

“Yes,” Asher said. “I’m never getting married. Those weddings are nuts.”

Ryker laughed. “You will when the time is right.”

“I doubt it,” Asher said. “Came close once. That was close enough.”

That was a barb at her. Damn.
Dale Mayer. Asher (Kindle Locations 386-412). Valley Publishing Ltd.

There are many twists and turns as this story evolves, some I guessed at others totally surprised me.

To be honest I couldn’t see Asher and Mickey coming together at all.

Plenty of action, suspense, intrigue and an interesting progression to sizzle.

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Dale Mayer

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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Jack Daniels – It’s All In The Whiskey Book 3 By Jen Talty

Jack Daniels
It’s All in the Whiskey Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Jack Daniels Whiskey’s sole responsibility was to make sure the ranch operated at a profit and he was damn good at his job. That’s because he much preferred sitting behind a desk crunching numbers than dealing with people. He left that up to his brothers and sister. So, when he was tasked with helping the newest employee become assimilated to life on Whiskey Ranch, JD wanted nothing to do with the responsibility, much less the woman and her young toddler.

Only when Annette is injured by one of the horses, JD finds himself having to help take care of Tony…

And his mother.

The last thing Annette Hannah wanted to be to anyone again was a burden. She’d done that to her brother time and time again. All she wanted was a fresh start for her, and her son and the Whiskey family had given her that chance. Working as a horse trainer, she wanted to impress her new bosses, but the wild horse had other plans, and Annette ended up in the ER with a broken wrist and a sprained ankle. Once again, she had to rely on someone else. Only this time, it came in the form of the sexy, but reserved and emotionally unavailable, JD Whiskey.

When Annette no longer needs JD, will he be able to walk away, or will people have become more important than numbers, and will Annette allow the cowboy into her and her son’s heart?

Jack Daniels ‘JD’ Whiskey has been tasked with training Annette, the potential new manager of the horse training and riding school. Ordinarily he doesn’t have a lot to say, but suddenly he does.

Annette is Luke’s sister and she is looking forward to working with the horses on the Whiskey Ranch. Unfortunately the current manager Ron and his sidekick Larry aren’t very happy with her being on staff and JD steps in to do her orientation.

A couple of things happen early in this book regarding some new mustangs brought in to be trained. It’s thanks to some of the stunts her late ex-husband pulled that alerts Annette to something not being right, she just can’t figure out what.

After separating two of the horses from the rest, Annette and JD enter the pen. Only someone didn’t listen when JD told him to go home.

This is a favorite scene.

That said, there were a few he enjoyed training but had to let go for various reasons. He got a sinking feeling that Stormy was actually Patch, a horse he’d trained about two years ago and sold to, of all people, Bella Brothers. Would that family ever get their claws out of the Whiskey family?

“Hey there, Patch,” JD whispered. “Is that you, old man?”

Patch kept his gaze locked with JD as he inched closer.

JD didn’t move, leaving his palm flat while Patch took the pieces of apple from his hand.

Meanwhile, Coco nervously paced at the backside of the fence, stopping every once in a while to kick his hind legs against the fence.

“You were right; I know this horse.” Without making sudden movements, JD lifted his other hand and gently scratched Patch’s nose. “What’s going on with you?”

“JD?” Annette’s sweet voice cut through the thick air. “We’ve got company.”

“What do you mean?” JD didn’t want to tear his gaze from Patch in fear of losing his trust.

“Five o’clock. There is someone behind the—”

Suddenly, Coco lowered his head all the way to the ground before raising his front legs high in the air. Patch did a quick three-sixty before taking off in a full gallop toward Coco.

“Jump the fence,” JD said as calmly as he could while he raced toward Annette.

Patch got between Annette and Coco, but Annette still took a good swift kick in the side before crawling under the fence.

JD flipped himself over the top railing, landed on his feet, and helped her to a standing position. “Are you okay?”

“This time I’d say my body is more bruised than my ego.”

A noise behind the barn caught his attention. “You stay put. Got it?”

“Sure thing,” she mumbled.

He took off jogging around the east side of the pen, that way he could come around the top side of the barn. If someone had been back there, and someone managed to spook the horses, JD would be able to see them even if they tried to run in any direction.

Slowing his pace, he creeped around the corner, and his blood boiled.


Only question is how did he spook the horses?

Or better yet, why does he have two tamed mustangs in a lot of wild ones?

JD leaned against the barn and watched Ron slink between bushes and trees, letting him get away, though not without snapping a few images on his phone first. He waited until he watched Ron slip into his pickup about a mile away before turning and heading back to the pen where panic gripped his heart.

Annette stood inside the pen, only two feet from Patch.

Quickly, he scanned the immediate area and let out a sigh of relief when he saw Coco locked in the holding stall. With a calmer heartbeat, JD continued down the path until he came to the holding stall. Coco glanced up at him with pain in his big brown eyes.

JD snagged some apple slices and stretched out his arm. Reluctantly, Coco took them from his hands. “You poor thing,” he whispered.

Annette had Patch in a nose hug, which made JD nervous. But it also sent his mind down a dangerous path. “We did have company, and it was Ron.”

“I know he’s been here forever, and I’m a nobody on this ranch, but I don’t trust him.”

“As of this moment, I don’t either, and I’m going to need to have a chat with Georgia Moon and JB tonight. For now, we don’t say anything to anyone else until we know more.”

“I agree.” She continued to rub and scratch Patch as if they were old friends.

“He’s still unpredictable,” JD said.

“I know. But he saved me from getting trampled over by that one. I think he’s reacting to something.”

JD nodded. “Yeah. Fear.”

“Fear wouldn’t necessarily make them act as if they were in pain, and that is exactly how they are behaving.” She slipped from the pen and leaned against the fence, resting her hand on his thigh and staring up at him with pleading blue eyes. “I want to have them examined from head to toe, and I want to be there when the vet does it. Or at the very least, I don’t want Ron to be anywhere near them.”

“I’ll make that happen.” He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. “I’ll have the horses taken over to my personal barn, and you and I will deal with this in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

He jumped from the fence. “For what?”

“For trusting and believing in me.”
Talty, Jen. Jack Daniel’s (It’s all in the Whiskey Book 3). Jupiter Press. Kindle Locations (566-601). Kindle Edition.

Now JD has noticed something rather startling, he is genuinely interested in her. Not as his usual type one night thing and that scares him. Especially since she has a son and he doesn’t want anything to do with kids.

The attraction is mutual and it’s quite the journey for realization to hit them both.

In spite of being a short book, there is plenty of intrigue, people showing up that shouldn’t, accidents that aren’t and a simmer to sizzle relationship.

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

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Jen Talty

Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.

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The Deal Breaker – Billionaires of Silicon Forest Book 3 By Melissa McClone

The Deal Breaker
Billionaires of Silicon Forest
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone


There are some lines friends should never cross…

Status quo might as well be Dashiell Cabot’s middle name. He has a job he loves, a billion dollars in the bank, and a best friend named Iris who keeps his personal life running smoothly. Why would he ever want to change any of that? But when Iris Jacobs tells him she’s quitting and returning to culinary school, Dash’s beloved status quo is thrown into chaos. Even worse? The thought of her departure is forcing him to realize his feelings for her might extend beyond the friend zone.

Iris wants more out of life than taking care of Dash. She always has. And even though she could never repay him for everything he’s done for her, she can no longer afford to protect his precious status quo at the expense of her own dreams. She has no choice but to leave…unless he can give her a compelling—and possibly romantic—reason to stay.

They’ve always been just friends. That was their deal. But when all is said and done, something will be broken—either their deal…or their hearts.

Dashiell aka Dash and Iris had always been best friends, but over the last few years Iris has noticed they haven’t done much together anymore. She’s his housekeeper and cook but she also takes that to a whole other level. A level I’m not sure even a wife would master. When her mother died and her father kicked her out the two of them had been inseparable. Now that Dash has his own very successful business and is a billionaire, it’s like she doesn’t exist. Dash even forgot her at Christmas this year as he traveled east with his girlfriend Raina for the holiday, not even a small gift. It’s time for her to follow her dreams, she’s put them off long enough.

On New Year’s Eve, Henry tried to wake Dash up by kissing Iris, Now Henry is going to visit with Iris after the guys poker game, hosted by Dash. This leads Dash to decide to confront Iris about her relationship with Henry even though he technically has no right to know anything.

He is in for quite the surprise as Iris delivers quite the blow.

This is a favorite scene.

Iris took a breath and then exhaled slowly. A corner of Dash’s mouth curved upward. “I can hear the gears in your brain from here.”

“They’re cranking,” she joked, hoping to put herself at ease.

It didn’t.

He set his glass on the table. “What’s going on?”

Might as well get this over with. “I’ve enrolled in culinary school.”

Dash’s jaw relaxed. His eyes brightened. “Another weekend workshop?”

Iris had taken those in the past with his full support, though she’d turned down his offer to pay for the classes. “No, I’ll be a full-time student.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. A range of emotions crossed his face— confusion, surprise, anger.

“That’s not possible.” His voice was tight as if he were trying to rein himself in. “You work for me full-time.”

She angled toward him. “You’ve done so much for me, Dash. I’ll never be able to thank you for taking me in when I had nowhere else to go and giving me a job. I’ve enjoyed working for you, but my dream has always been to be a chef. That got put on hold when my mom needed me, but now…”

“Now what?” Deep lines formed on his forehead and around his mouth. “Are you leaving me?”

His words came out raw and harsh.

Her breath hitched. A band appeared to wrap around her chest, squeezing tightly.

Dash had never sounded that way before. Not even during the worst times with his parents. But she needed to continue. “Yes. I’m resigning as your housekeeper.”

He jumped to his feet. Mumbled to himself. Paced in front of the coffee table.

“You’re more than a housekeeper.” The words flew out. “You cook and run errands. You shop for my clothes and tell me what to wear. You keep my personal life on track.”

If he’d been sitting next to her, she would have reached out to him. But maybe it was better this way. He would need to learn to settle himself without her help. “Others will do those things for you.”

“No.” He stopped pacing. His hands balled before he flexed his fingers. “I want you to do them. The way you always have. You can’t leave. We’ll find a way for you to go to school and stay with me.”

Normally, she gave in to him. That tendency had her wanting to do just that. Not this time. She couldn’t.

Iris pressed her shoulders back. “This isn’t what you expected, and I’m sorry for upsetting you, but you’ll get used to the change sooner than you think. I hired people. I’ve been training them this past week.”

He shook his head. “That explains the pantry.”


“Nothing.” Dash stared at her, a muscle ticking at his jaw. “I had no idea you weren’t happy. Name your salary. Whatever it is you want, I’ll pay it.”

Of course he would because he had enough money to last a hundred lifetimes. He wouldn’t miss a million or even ten million dollars.

“I don’t want your money. You pay me way more than you should.”

“Then tell me what will make you happier.”

“I’m not unhappy, Dash.” She wanted him to see this from her side, not his. “My plan was always to finish the culinary school program. I didn’t have the money to do that after my mom died, so I’ve been saving since then. Thanks to your Christmas bonus, I no longer have to wait.”

“Christmas bonus, huh?” Dash’s nostrils flared. “When do classes start?”

“A week from Thursday. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. That’s on me for not giving two weeks’ notice.”

Mumbling again, he glanced up at the ceiling. “I don’t care about that. I don’t want you to leave.”

“The new staff are skilled. They’re super nice. You won’t know I’m gone.”

His face reddened. “How can you say that? You’ve been taking care of me, my apartment, and then this house for six years. You’re irreplaceable. And not only for what you do. You belong here. We’re friends.”

“We don’t see much of each other these days.” And even less now that he was dating Raina.

“But I like knowing you’re around.” He paced again, moving his arms in front of him as if he were having a conversation in his head. “Tell me what I can do to change your mind.”

“Nothing.” She didn’t hesitate answering. “This isn’t about you or the job. It’s about me. My mom’s illness derailed my plans when I was nineteen. Then my dad’s midlife crisis three years later made me put off what I wanted to do again. I’m twenty-eight. It’s time to go back. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”


“It’ll all work out.”
Melissa McClone. The Deal Breaker (Kindle Locations 727-775). Cardinal Press, LLC.

Dash really hasn’t grown up in spite of his success. It’s so obvious in every word out of his mouth. Iris has done the right thing.

I truly enjoyed watching Dash dump Raina, she really deserved it. The interactions with Iris become more and more complicated as well.

I loved this book, there’s plenty going on and I just adore the character growth.

5 Contented Purrs for Melissa!

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Melissa McClone

USA Today bestselling author, Melissa McClone has published over forty novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group.

With a degree in mechanical engineering from Stanford University, Melissa worked for a major airline where she traveled the globe and met her husband. But analyzing jet engine performance couldn’t compete with her love of writing happily ever afters.

Her first full-time writing endeavor was her first sale when she was pregnant with her first child! When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities.

Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds, and cats who think they rule the house. They do!

A SEAL’s Consent – The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4 by Cora Seton

A SEAL’s Consent
The SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


Navy SEAL Jericho Cook is living a lie. In order to save Base Camp, the sustainable community he’s building with his friends in Chance Creek, Montana, he must marry in the next forty days—and try for a family. But after the horrors he’s witnessed, Jericho’s sworn to never put himself in charge of a child he can’t completely protect. At least he’s found the perfect wife. Savannah is sexy, smart, talented—and far too busy pursuing a career as a concert pianist to ever want kids.

Savannah Edwards came to Chance Creek to chase an abandoned dream. She has one shot to prepare for the audition that could make or break her career—she’s determined nothing will distract her from her goal. But when a passionate encounter with Jericho leaves her pregnant, her future hopes are thrown into chaos. Is it possible to have it all? A career, a child and most of all, the powerful, attractive man who has stolen her heart?

When Jericho announces he never intends to be a father, Savannah realizes he might risk shattering an entire community rather than back down. With the stakes so high, can she persuade the SEAL to give fatherhood a chance?

Savannah has a problem she didn’t think she would have. She’s got her audition scheduled to become the protégé of a renowned pianist, but she’s also discovered she’s pregnant.

Now although Jericho is good with getting married to keep Base Camp, he has kept the fact he doesn’t want children a secret. Now he’s got the short straw and Savannah is his perfect choice. She’s focused on her career and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t want to have a child. At least not yet.

While setting up for Harris and Samantha’s wedding Sam is asked to watch the Hall children while they collect the latest addition to the family from the hospital. Jericho also managed to be included in that babysitting adventure. What Jericho says once the Halls return has her reeling.

This is a favorite scene.

When the Halls finally arrived home triumphantly, sweeping Ella and her baby into the house, Jericho had never been more relieved. He’d had fun, but ten kids were a handful.

“Don’t know how you do it,” he confessed to Mason when the children were reunited with their parents.

“It’s easier when they’re family,” Mason said. He smiled at Savannah when she came to stand at Jericho’s side. “Thanks to both of you. We appreciate it. Our little horde isn’t easy to tame.”

“The kids were great, right, Jericho?” Savannah asked—as if she hadn’t been frantically chasing after babies all this time.

“Yeah. Great,” Jericho echoed.

“Just wait until you have some of your own. You’ll see,” Mason said with the complacency of a satisfied father.

Jericho laughed. “Not going to happen, man. If there’s one thing I know for sure, I’m never having kids.”

Was she smiling? Savannah hoped she was smiling—even though her heart was breaking in two. Jericho’s words played in a loop over and over again in her mind, drowning out everything else.

Never having kids.

If the situation wasn’t so awful she would have laughed. Never having kids?

How about having one in less than six short months? Thank God she’d been interrupted every time she’d tried to tell Jericho about the baby. She had no idea what she was going to do now.
Seton, Cora. A SEAL’s Consent (SEALs of Chance Creek Book 4) . One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (869-883).Kindle Edition.

Samantha learns a couple of hard truths in this book, but Jericho being determined not to have children is a big problem.

Samantha’s family once again tries to take over her life and fails spectacularly.

Jericho has some real soul searching to do as well.

Plenty of happenings had me turning the pages, with laughter, tears, heat, and so much more.

5 Contented Purrs for Cora!

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  Cora Seton

USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.

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