Iain – Hathaway House Book 9 By Dale Mayer

Hathaway House Book 9
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Welcome to Hathaway House.
Rehab Center. Safe Haven.
Second chance at life and love.

Getting accepted to Hathaway House is the new start Iain MacLeod has been waiting for. His old VA center has put him on the road to recovery, but he’s nowhere near where he wants to be. Much work remains to be done, and Iain is determined to do what’s necessary to get back to full power. But he has hit the limit of his current professionals’ abilities. He needs a new team. New eyes. New methods. He can only hope that Hathaway House has what he needs to keep moving forward.

Robin Carruthers works in the veterinary clinic at Hathaway House. When she connects with Iain, she’s his biggest cheerleader and enjoys watching him take steps toward greater recovery. Until she realizes that, while Iain is growing in major ways… she isn’t. When traumas from her past intrude on the present, and Robin is forced to confront issues of her own, she’s afraid she and Iain won’t find their way back to each other again…

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Iain was a bit surprised when he received the acceptance to Hathaway House. He does believe it’s the change he needs to make any real progress. However he makes a major mistake by having his friend Bruce drive him instead of traveling by ambulance. This causes a rather large setback before serious rehab can begin.

Robin sees Iain’s arrival and can tell he’s in pain, she doesn’t let him see her, she knows he would be embarrassed to be seen at his most vulnerable. Being a Vet Tech in the Veterinary Clinic below the rehab center is a dream come true for Robin. The job comes with lodging, and meals and a great salary.

One of the things Robin likes to do is bring animals up to visit with the human patients. It during one of those visits she meets Iain.

This is a favorite scene.

Several days later, the man she’d seen arrive crossed Robin’s path again. She was walking around the ground floor with one of the big new cats in her arms. This one was missing a leg, but his temperament was being tried out as a therapy cat. The staff had found that having the formerly injured animals around gave the human patients in the facility additional hope and that they would bond in some way, furthering their rehab efforts.

So, this was Max. He had a patch of fur missing off his hip that had refused to grow back, but apparently he was doing much better. He was mobile— a little too mobile to be let loose right now— and happy, and, as soon as you even looked at him, that diesel engine of his kicked in. She was going from room to room, asking the human patients on the floor above the vet clinic if they wanted to say hi. She hadn’t met anyone saying no yet. Even those with that initial stay away from me vibe instantly broke into a big grin, their walls completely down. It was amazing to watch, each and every time.

As she approached the next room, the door was open, so she stuck her head in and said, “Hey.”

A man looked up, and she was surprised to see who it was. The new arrival she had seen. She smiled and said, “I have Max here, if you’d like to say hello.”

He looked at her in surprise, then at the cat in her arms. “Wow,” he said, “can you actually carry that thing?”

“He is on the heavier side of twenty pounds,” she said, “so part of his rehab includes losing weight.” She walked in, held Max out, then placed him gently on the bed.

The patient looked at her— held his gaze there for quite a while— smiled, and said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” He reached out a hand. “I’m Iain. I arrived a few days ago.”

She nodded. “I’m Robin. I’m one of the vet techs downstairs.”

He grinned. “Well, that explains why I haven’t seen you.” He reached down to pet Max. “Wow, look at this guy.” Max immediately walked up his chest and butted him in the head. Iain chuckled. He wrapped his arms around the cat and said, “The advantage of a cat being this big is you can really hug them,” and he held Max close for a moment, just letting his face rest against the big cat’s head. Max took it for a long time. “His temperament is beautiful,” he muttered.

She smiled and reached down to pat Max. “We’re testing him out as a possible therapy cat,” she murmured.

He looked at her with interest.

She shrugged. “We work with a society in town, and they work with animals that can go to children’s wards in hospitals and also to visit with terminal patients— difficult cases where anything like this might put a smile on their faces.”

“I love hearing that,” he said warmly.

She studied him, her smile growing bigger. “Besides, Max put a smile on your face, didn’t he?”

He winced. “Yeah. … Did it look like I wasn’t too happy with life when you first came in?”

“Not so much,” she said. “But it’s obvious you’re not lying here relaxed and comfortable.”

He looked at her in surprise.

She shrugged. “I deal with animals all the time. Humans are just bigger animals.”

“That’s the truth,” he said. “Sometimes we’re easy to deal with, and sometimes we’re not.”

“The same for all animals,” she said.

Max, not liking to be ignored, immediately head-butted Iain again. He chuckled and scratched the big guy under his chin. “He looks like a tabby with those big rings, but he’s so much larger.”

“We’re not exactly sure what other breed is in Max,” she said, “but his previous owners had him declawed, and that’s not a good idea when around other animals and, of course, never when outside. They have no way to defend themselves if they are attacked.”

“Well, as a therapy cat,” he said, “it would probably be okay.”

“Well, for the moment, I’m mostly carrying him around, or he would get away from me really quick,” she said. “I’ll have to get him used to a harness though, for that kind of therapy work.”

“That should be fun,” he said, laughing. “Anytime anybody needs a chuckle, you should grab a group of us and put the harness on Max in front of us all, so we can watch this guy get out of it in two seconds flat.”

She grinned, loving his humor.
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Now Robin and Iain have an up and down kind of relationship. She wants to help, and he’s not seeing his progress.

I love that we see much more of the animals in this one. They always lift my spirits.

This is an interesting journey for both Iain and Robin. They both have things to work out and for him it’s the added physical stuff too.

It’s amazing how Dale manages to show us something different in the lines of recovering in each of these books, and adds in that special romance for good measure.

I can’t wait to read 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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Pack Queen – The Legend of Synthia Rowley Book 2 By Ann Mayburn

Pack Queen
The Legend of Synthia Rowley Book 2
Ann Mayburn


My name is Synthia Rowley,
and I still suck at saving the world.

I’m in a race against time, searching for my missing mates, my Enforcer and my Omega. Without them I won’t be able to form my Court and become a true Hyena Queen, giving me the power and protection I so desperately need to keep my friends and family safe.

Terrorism, wars, and brutal atrocities are on the rise across the globe. The world is becoming darker by the day as the veil between our reality and the chaos dimension fails, allowing abominations to cross over. Abominations filled with an endless hunger for human flesh and spirit. Now children have started to go missing in my hometown and the Goddess has tasked me with finding them.

If I’m their best hope,
we’re all in serious trouble.

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While Synthia and two of her mates, Navoj her Alpha and Aiden her Beta have been at what will be their new den, things have started to go a bit crazy in her old neighborhood. Children are disappearing and veil between worlds appears to be sporadically tearing all concentrated in this one area around DC.

Things are hot and heavy between Syn and her beta as her Alpha leaves on a business trip. There is a lot at stake for him and his queen in these meetings. He is trying to make amends for the horrific and devastating things his mother did during her reign.

We see a lot of her Aunt Patty in this book and we meet some interesting characters as well. Plus we get information on her Enforcer and Omega, the two mates that will make Syn a full fledged Queen.

So many revelations, surprises and kindle melting heat on almost every page.

You won’t want to miss this book and I really can’t wait for the next one!

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A Legend of Synthia Rowley Novel
© 2020 Ann MayburnPROLOGUE
AmyVelvety black shadows from the trees outside stirred along the walls of Amy’s room, plunging her shelf full of anime characters in and out of the darkness. Normally, she liked to lay in bed and imagine stories for each of the figures as she fell asleep, but tonight her mind couldn’t focus on anything other than Kandice. Her bestest friend in the whole world had been missing for close to three days, and Amy couldn’t stop wondering where she was.The principal of their junior high said Kandice had run away, but Amy knew that wasn’t true.They’d been friends forever, growing up on the same street and going to the same school for as long as Amy could remember. On the surface, their friendship probably seemed weird. While Amy was quiet and content to stay in the background, Kandice was the popular girl—the one everyone wanted to sit next to at lunch. She had the most beautiful, long black braids and perfect mahogany skin while Amy had dull blonde hair and seemed to be cursed with acne. Despite their differences, Kandice was her best friend in the entire world, so she knew her BFF would never take off without telling her. It just didn’t make any sense. Even Aaron, Amy’s twin brother who thought Kandice was a flake, didn’t think she ran away.

Seemed like the only ones that believed Kandice had taken off were the adults.

Amy’s feet ached and she stretched them out beneath her sheets with a low groan. She’d spent all day walking through the state park with a group of volunteers looking for Kandice. They’d met at the break of dawn, close to a hundred people ready to search the vast forest. Maybe it was her imagination going into overdrive, but walking through the still woods had been nerve-wracking. It had seemed unnaturally quiet beneath the dense, leafy canopy, and even her mom commented on the lack of birds. Something about the very air discouraged noise, and Amy noticed that the adults formed a protective circle around Amy and her brother Aaron as they walked the trails. In a way, it reminded her of nature documentaries she’d watched about herds of animals like elephants circling to protect their young.

The really freaky thing had been the fact that they weren’t the only people searching the woods for a missing kid. Two other groups combed the massive forest as well. One group was searching for Thomas Klemmens and the other for Robin Harris. Amy didn’t know Robin, since she was homeschooled and lived on the other side of town, but Thomas played on the same soccer team as Aaron during the summer. They’d both gone missing last week, and there was still no sign of them. It was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth. There one second—poof!—gone the next.

Kandice, Thomas, and Robin.

All vanished into thin air with no explanation.

And nobody knew where they were. Kandice’s parents said she’d gone to bed like any other night, and they didn’t notice she was missing until her mom went to wake her up for breakfast. Thomas had somehow disappeared from the middle of a busy grocery store after his mom sent him to grab some milk. And Robin had been playing disc-golf with her older sister when she’d disappeared. Robin’s sister said she took her eyes off her for just a moment, and when she looked back, Robin had vanished.

There were rumors of a band of child molesters hunting kids, and even though her parents said it was—in the words of her dad—“just the liberal media hyping shit,” she was scared. Her dad also said that if someone had taken those kids, it was probably the shifters or the witches. Amy hated that her dad was prejudiced against people blessed by the Goddess, because she didn’t believe that being born a shifter or a witch made someone evil. She’d tried to argue with him about it, but he got really mean and said some really bad stuff, so now she just didn’t say anything when he went off on one of his rants about the shifters taking all the good jobs and the witches somehow being responsible for his truck breaking down.

Her Dad liked to blame everyone but himself for his problems.

While Amy might not believe shifters were running around eating kids, or witches were kidnapping them to use in evil spells, she did believe in human monsters. The kind that took kids and did horrible things with them before killing them. What if there was some group of creepy perverts out there, and what if they had Kandice? What if they were hurting her? What if… what if Kandice was dead? Her corpse dumped in some shallow grave like on those FBI TV shows her mom watched?

A full body shiver ran from the top of Amy’s scalp to the bottom of her feet, and she shook her head against her pillow.

No, she wasn’t going to think that way.

Kandice was out there somewhere, and Amy was going to find her.

Outside, the big old oak tree her grandma had planted when they built this house waved in the stiff wind. After her parents divorced, when she was really little, they’d moved into Grandma Virdin’s house with her. Amy couldn’t remember a time when the sprawling ranch hadn’t been home. Secretly, she was glad that her mom gotten custody of her and Aaron. Though she loved her dad, she didn’t want to live in his bachelor pad condo that always smelled musty.

Shifting beneath the covers, she stared up at the ceiling, worry giving her a sour stomach.

Glow-in-the-dark star stickers hung above her, but their green light grew fainter as the night wore on. Her throat became tight and her nose burned as she tried to swallow back a sob. Kandice helped her hang those stars. She was really strong, thanks to cheerleading, and she’d stood on Amy’s bed with Amy on her shoulders so they could reach the ceiling. They’d almost fallen a couple times because they were laughing so hard, and Amy dashed a tear away as she remembered her friend.

Rolling over onto her other side, she stared at the gap between the pale orange curtains of her window while pulling her fluffy comforter up to her chin.

A sound—no, a voice—caught her wandering attention.

At first, she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it, but when the sound of Kandice whispering her name filled the room, she stopped breathing.


Not sure if she was hearing things, she whispered back, “Kandice?”
There was a long, weighted pause then her stomach clenched as she heard her name again.


Sitting straight up in bed, Amy flung her blankets off her legs and stood up, almost tripping over the edge of her green and purple nightgown.

By the Goddess, that was Kandice’s voice!

“Kandice,” she said louder as she turned in a circle, “Where are you?”


Smiling wide, she ran across the room then threw open the curtains blocking her window, ready to find her friend giggling on the other side of the glass.

She knew it, knew Kandice was pulling some kind of prank and was fine.

She knew…

The backyard was dark as usual, other than some of her mom’s small solar lights lining the flower beds bordering the back porch. Past their old swing set, a row of thick hedges separated their backyard from the state park. Their yard butted up against their Aunt Syn’s privacy fence on one side, and their neighbor Miguel’s garage in the other. The garage usually had a bright security light that would turn on if anyone walked by, but it was dark. And in that darkness, a hunched, twisted form shambled out of the shadows.

A scream built up somewhere deep inside of Amy as she took in the wrecked form of her best friend.

Her mind rebelled, telling her that thing couldn’t be Kandice.

She wanted to deny it, rejected what she was seeing, but she couldn’t.

Amy recognized the unicorn pajamas Kandice wore. A matching pair hung in her closet—they’d both gotten one for Winter Solstice last year from Amy’s mom. Except her pajamas were clean, while the one’s Kandice wore were filthy and torn. One clear spot on the right calf showed the glittering neon horn of a unicorn. The rest of the image was covered in black muck, making it impossible to see the rest of the horse. She watched in horror as Kandice took another step closer, the dim, cool blue lights surrounding a nearby flower bed illuminating her further. Kandice’s gorgeous braids hung in thick, dreaded hanks, the ends dripping with some viscous fluid. The fall of her hair obstructed most of her face, but left her mouth exposed.

Kandice’s lips parted as she whispered something.

Come outside.

Fear closed Amy’s throat tight, and she literally choked on the shrieks of panic trying to escape.

It sounded like Kandice was whispering from right behind her.

Holding her finger to her lips, Kandice made a shushing motion, her movements stiff and jerky.

Come outside, Amyyyyyyy.

She tried to shake her head, but a weird melting sensation filled her body. Although she wanted to fight off the urge to open her window, her thoughts drifted and grew dull like she was getting super sleepy. It felt like she was in a dream, watching someone else flick the lock on her window and slide it open. The pane only went up two inches before the safety lock clicked. Her mind didn’t seem to comprehend the reason why the window wasn’t opening, so she tried to shove it open, making her sweaty hands skid off and scrape painfully on the edge of the frame.

The pain cleared her dizzy head, and she shook her hands against the sting with a whimper. Sucking in a desperate breath through her nose, she keened softly as Kandice shambled forward another step, almost to where the swing set stood. The tips of her fingers looked like they were missing, the white of exposed bone gleaming, and Amy closed her eyes, so scared she was about to faint. Pressure seared through her head, and she struggled to stay conscious.

The only thing she could do was pray, and she did so—desperately begging for the Great Mother’s protection. While her mom wasn’t religious, and her dad thought all religion was bullshit invented by the shifters and witches to subjugate humans, her Grandma Virdin was and she’d taught Amy lots of prayers to the Goddess. At the time, Amy had just been humoring the old woman, since she really wasn’t interested in magic and all that crazy stuff.

But now, with evil coming her way, she knew her father was wrong. If things like the abomination in her backyard could be real, then the Goddess was real as well. And Amy desperately needed her.

Great Mother, help me now
Your child is in desperate need of your aid.
Evil days and evil ways have come to this world.
The darkness hungers.
Give me the wisdom to be your light.
Give me your blessings, so that I may be your sword.
Give me the strength to resist the wicked lies of the whispering dark.

Kandice took a step toward the house, but it seemed like she moved in slow motion…or pushed against something. Her clumped, snarled braids fell forward as she visibly leaned, like the world’s greatest mime pretending to run into an invisible wall. Her snarl of rage was so inhuman, Amy stumbled for a moment over her prayer, then whispered it all the faster. Kandice slammed herself against that invisible barrier, and she seemed to be making progress. Little blue sparks seemed to flare at the edges of Amy’s vision, and she nearly choked on her spit as Kandice looked her right in the eye and grinned.

Loud, frantic barking split the air. A second later, Amy’s chihuahua, Kipper Doodle, burst out of the house, his sparkly rhinestone collar glittering around his tiny neck. To her surprise, he was followed by their neighbor Syn’s massive, fat and furry tabby cats. Booboo and BoBo were normally super friendly cats and sweet to Amy. If she was outside playing, they never failed to come say hi and get some cuddles. They were super affectionate and their purrs were loud enough to vibrate her bones. She could still remember them as tiny kittens that Aunt Syn had found abandoned in the forest. The kittens had been nothing but teeny brown and white bundles of fur that had blended in with the decaying leaves, but Aunt Syn had spotted them.

It was probably only the fact that they each had bright white bellies and chests that saved them. The color had caught Aunt Syn’s eye, and being the kind person that she was, she immediately took them home with her. Thankfully, it had been during Amy’s winter break, and she’d been able to spend the night with Aunt Syn, bottle feeding the two weak little babies back to health. Both cats had bonded with her and would often sneak over to her house, using the dog door at night to come in and sleep at the foot of her bed.

Except the cats stalking behind Kipper Doodle barely resembled the super fluffy kitties she knew. Yes, the fur was the same, brown tabby on top and white beneath, but there was something threatening about them now. Everything about the cats’ postures and movements seemed to radiate menace. Hugging herself, she gasped as their green and gold eyes began to glow. And the animals got bigger. Not like when a cat puffed up its fur when it was mad, but physically bigger. They doubled in size until they dwarfed Kipper Doodle. A few seconds later, they were tall enough that if Amy was outside, they’d come up to her chin. In the time it took her to blink they grew to the size of the biggest tiger she’d ever seen at the zoo. Maybe bigger.

The little chihuahua didn’t even pay the suddenly massive cats any attention as it charged forward, foam flying from his snarling doggie mouth as he lunged at Kandice.

A loud, low hissing filled the air and Amy panted as she realized the sound came from Kandice. Her friend turned on the little chihuahua, her mouth growing impossibly wide, distorting and morphing until the corners of her lips reached her ears. Her tongue lashed out, and it was long and black. Scaly and barbed.

Kipper Doodle let out a little yip and backed away so fast he was tripping over himself.

Moving as one, BoBo and Booboo stalked forward, each cat radiating menace. Their sharp teeth gleamed white in the moonlight, and their low growls sent shivers down Amy’s spine. With the cats now in front of him, Kipper Doodle seemed to regain some of his confidence because he started barking again. Her gaze darted back to Kandice, who was…changing. Long, snake-like tentacles squirmed out from where her fingertips used to be, dancing and waving in the air. Her tongue lashed out at the cats, but they merely yowled and slashed at the tentacles. When BoBo’s paw made contact with one of the lashing stalks, sparks flew out, bright enough to render her momentarily blind.

The burst of light seemed to free Amy from whatever magic had kept her frozen in place. She tried to scream, but the only sound she could make was a high-pitched whine as she choked on her own terror. Kandice’s tongue returned to her mouth, and she took quick, jerky steps backward as the cats advanced on her. Kipper darted away again, circling and snarling as he drove Kandice farther and farther into their backyard, until she was finally forced through the hedges that separated their house from the state park.

The cats followed, but Kipper Doodle stayed behind. He stood at attention, his ears forward, his whole-body straining to hear. Only when Kipper Doodle finally turned around, then dug into the grass with his hind legs and flung it back like he was covering up his poop, did Amy finally regain the ability to scream.

Sucking in a breath that seemed to go on forever, she let out a piercing screech, then broke down into sobs as the door to her bedroom opened and her mom rushed inside.

Even though her mom wore silly pink camo pajamas and had her hair in fuzzy green curlers, the sight of her mom made Amy cry even harder. Tall, close to six feet and stronger than most men, including Amy’s dad, her mom was force to be reckoned. She worked as a mechanic in a truck garage and could hold her own with any man or woman on Earth.

Relief flooded through her, making her weak.

Nothing would her hurt when her mom was around.

Holding out her arms, she yelled, “Mommy!”

Her twin brother Aaron rushed into the room a second later, his prize baseball bat in his hands. His blond hair stuck up in irregular spikes, and the print of his pillowcase still lined his cheek. Despite his sleepy appearance, his blue eyes were alert and he held the bat like he was ready to beat someone’s butt.

“Amy!” Her mother gathered her up into her strong, soft arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Kandice,” she sobbed out. “I saw Kandice. But she wasn’t Kandice. She was all-all dirty and bloody—and she had tentacles inside of her. But Kipper Doodle scared her off, and so did Aunt Syn’s cats—but they were like the size of lions, and I couldn’t scream! I was so scared, but I couldn’t scream!”

Aaron relaxed his stance and let the tip of the bat rest on the floor.

“Musta’ been a nightmare.”

“Oh, darlin’,” her mom hugged her close, stroking her hair with one hand. “It was just a dream, baby.”

Trying to wiggle out of her mom’s arms, she shook her head. “No, no, it wasn’t a dream. Kandice was here. And she wanted me to come outside. She tried to get into the house, but there was…this…this invisible something that kept her out. She tried to break through, but Kipper Doodle scared her off.”

“Only thing that dog could scare off is a box of donuts,” Aaron muttered as he left. “I’m goin’ back to bed.”

Ignoring her brother, she looked up at her mom’s tired face. “It wasn’t a dream. Kandice was out there, and she was—she was hurt…her unicorn pajamas were all dirty and bloody, and she wanted me to come outside.”

Overcome by sobs again, she collapsed against her mom as she rocked her. “Baby, it was a dream. A bad, horrible, terrible dream, but still just a dream. Nobody is out there.”

“But Kipper Doodle. You heard him barking too, right? Look, he’s still out there, watching the woods.”

“Kipper Doodle barks all the time honey. You probably heard him yapping at some opossum or skunk wandering around on the other side of the hedge in your sleep.” She sighed as her hand, calloused from years of hard work, gently stroked Amy’s sweaty brow. “I know you’re worried about Kandice. We all are, but we’re going to find her.”

“But mom, it was real. She was really here.”

Helping Amy back into bed, her mom tucked her in as she said, “Dreams can feel so real sometimes, it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s true and what’s not. Try to get back to sleep. I’m sure in the morning you’ll feel better.”

Before her mom could leave, she grabbed her arm. “No, wait. Can you please stay with me? Just until I fall asleep? Please?”

Her mom’s blue eyes softened, and she nodded. “Sure. Scoot over.”
The mattress dipped as her mom slid into the other half of the full-sized bed. “Thanks, Mom.”

Reaching out, her mom stroked her hair. “I love you. Now get some sleep.”


After a few minutes the fingers stroking her hair slowed, but Amy remained awake and watched Kipper Doodle patrol the border of their yard until the morning sun started to brighten the distant horizon.

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

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

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

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

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Voices in the Darkness – The Coveted Book 2 by Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina

Voices in the Darkness
The Coveted Book 2
Rebecca Royce
Ripley Proserpina


There’s a darkness within her
and its voice taunts her…

It’s been ten years since Lacey Madison fled New Mexico and everyone she cared about to keep them safe. She’s built a new life with a new name in the frozen north, putting her investigative skills and intuitive senses to work. But when an accident lands her in the hospital, she admits all the things she’s kept buried down deep—like her real name, and wanting four boys who’d probably forgotten her…

And suddenly, everything changes. Thorn, Colton, Aaron, and Oliver come looking for her just as the voices in the darkness begin to cry out.

And it turns out—it doesn’t matter how far Lacey runs, evil will always find her.

It’s been ten years since Lacey fled New Mexico and landed in Alaska. She quite literally fell into a man who fast became a friend, father figure and her boss.

As a PI she knew things could get a bit dangerous but sliding off an ice covered road fleeing from an adulterer certainly wasn’t in her plans. Neither was telling the hospital where she landed her real name.

The biggest surprise comes when her past catches up with her present in the form of Oliver Chee. He’s alone for the moment, he’s confirming it’s really her. Now the others are on their way.

It’s shortly after Oliver arrives that a ghost show up IN Lacey’s home, that’s never happened before and she’s freaking out a bit. It’s while they’re setting a circle of protection with lavender and salt that Colton and Aaron arrive.

This is a favorite scene.

Shaking my head, I hurried through the snow back to the front of the house. If one circle of protection was good, a double layer would be better.

It was slippery on the driveway, so I kept my head down, watching where I placed my feet.

Oomph.” I bounced off of something and flew backward, but before I could hit the ground, two gloved hands caught me.

Bright blue met my gaze. “Holy fuck.”


His face was clean-shaven, but it was him. Older, with the sort of frame that came from, I didn’t know, building fences and hammering railroad ties. He watched me.

“Hey,” Oliver said from behind me.

Colton blinked, like Oliver’s voice had shocked him back to life. One second, I was an arm’s length away, and the next I was pressed against his chest. “Jesus Christ, Lacey. I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Take a moment!” Oliver called out. “I’m going inside. I’m freezing my ass off.”

I blinked. We had to get the man proper winter gear if he was going to stay here. But the truth was, Colton didn’t have a coat either. Wow. I was really not thinking clearly. He was here, shivering in my arms.

His smile was huge. “Lacey, I have so many things to say to you. I…”

A car door opened and closed, catching my attention. Coming out of the passenger side was Aaron. His hair was still long, like it had been when we were younger, but tied back neatly to keep it away from his face.

With some part of my mind, I registered the suitcases in the snow and the car backing away. But I was transfixed by Aaron’s face. He didn’t smile when he saw me, but there wasn’t anger on his face either. More like disbelief. His dark gaze asked a million questions.

“Lacey.” His voice shook a little bit. “You aren’t a figment of our imagination, right?”

I shook my head. “Not unless we’re all having the same delusion where you guys are made up in my head.” A gust of wind reminded me of what was happening. A decade earlier, I’d been freezing in Anchorage without the right clothing. I knew what that cold felt like. “Come on inside. Grab whatever you brought with you. Nothing stays in the car in this kind of chill.”

“Right.” But Colton didn’t move. “If I let you go, are you going to vanish?” His voice was low. “Because I really like this moment. Even though it’s freezing. You’re here. Ten years older and beautiful. Alive. And in my arms. I don’t want to move an inch.”

He had always been able to make me blush, and none of that had changed apparently. “I’m only going to head in the house. Hopefully, you’ll come with me.”

He let go with one hand. “I will. Thank you for inviting us in.”

Aaron took my hand, pulling me from Colton. “Get your stuff, Colt. Lacey, how do you do this kind of freezing on a regular basis?”

“Alaska is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”
Ripley Proserpina; Rebecca Royce. Voices in the Darkness: The Coveted Book 2 (Kindle Locations 648-672).

Now it’s not until Thorn arrives that they get a look at Lacey’s latest case. The wife of a patient who recently visited the new Sleep Clinic, is claiming he is raving about demons, possession and ghosts. Although he is getting some inpatient help elsewhere.

Lacey is very glad the guys are there as things heat up with her hearing voices in her head and the definite possibility of a demon. There’s also the relationship that although it’s been ten years, is still very much there and the love just oozes through the pages.

I love all the characters in these books and the story has me wanting more. Lacey and the guys deserve their happily ever after so very much!

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

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.

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Hijacking Holiday – Special Forces: Operation Alpha/Special Forces & Brotherhood Protectors Book 8 By Heather Long

Hijacking Holiday
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Special Forces & Brotherhood Protectors Book 8
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


He has dirt on his hands…

For years, Lieutenant Ned “Wraith” Wagner had been on the trail of a series of highly placed, dangerous assets. He’d used everyone and everything at his disposal to weed out the problems. It had cost him—relationships, trust, agents, and good friends. He now has a chance at the grail, an archive file containing everything he needs to finally dismantle the network he’s waged war against. One problem, he needs the right operative and his options are limited, and he’s on the clock.

She’s compromised, blacklisted, and burned…

Hollis “Holiday” Dagr retired at gunpoint two years earlier. It was either retire and disappear, or Leavenworth. She took the hint and vanished. The absolute last person she wants to see is the Wraith who burned her. The last thing she wants to hear is he needs her help. Then he dangles the one thing guaranteed to motivate her—exoneration. Fine, she’ll do the job, but he’s going with her. He always planned on seeing her again and making it right. Now he just has to survive her long enough to make up for hijacking her life.

If you’ve read the other books in this series, you’ll realize that each of them contained a piece to a much larger puzzle.

In this one Lt. Ned ‘Wraith’ Wagner is going to make amends to everyone he’s caused hurt. At least he hopes to. Even Tex was skeptical when he asked where he could find Holiday. She is the only one who can help him close this out and take down all the top people. Although just approaching her could very well kill him.

Run or face jail was the ultimate Ned gave Hollis “Holiday” Dagr. She ran and is now hiding out in paradise her getaway orchestrated by Tex guaranteed she’d be safe. In spite of the warm weather, the ocean and a beautiful house on the island, Hollis is getting bored. She exercises regularly to keep in shape and as she returns from a run there is the telltale signs someone is in her home.

This is a favorite scene.

The curtains were open on the second floor.

She never opened those curtains, unless she was reading in her room. Boredom fled as apprehension slithered into her veins. Years of training kept her from reacting. Instead, she tugged off her white hat and freed her hair as though just relaxing after she returned. The oversized hat hid her hand as she passed the outdoor grill on her way to the French doors leading inside.

The gun she had secured to the back slipped out easily and into her hand. The wash of cool air over her sun-warmed skin pebbled her skin. No one waited for her just inside. Bare feet meant she wouldn’t make a sound as she crossed the tile to the hallway. But she didn’t want her intruder to realize she knew he or they were there.

Pulling the door closed with a distinct thump, she padded to the sink and turned on the water. Obviously, anyone would want a drink after a long walk. Her throat was dry.

The coffee pot had been half-full when she left.

It was empty.

A mug she hadn’t used had been rinsed out and placed on the drying rack. Shutting the water off, she listened. Houses had their own soundtracks. The hum of the electronics filtered through the air, the vague whoosh of water refilling the automatic icemaker, the clatter of ice falling into the bucket. Even the wind whistling past a corner of the covered porch all set against the backdrop of the waves in the distance. When the air conditioner kicked on or off, there was always a thump in the attic. The wind-up of the condenser added to white noise. Little sounds that melded seamlessly into the background. Unless everything was too quiet.

She picked apart each sound, then dismissed it as she made her way to the hall separating the kitchen and dining area from the living room. No one waited. She didn’t allow for many blind spots in the house. The living room was sunken, requiring a person to descend three steps to enter it, which gave her an overview.

Whomever had let themselves in, they hadn’t damaged the locks on the front door. All of them were engaged. The backdoors she’d left unlocked because no one came out here.

Rookie mistake. She’d grown complacent in her boredom.

It wouldn’t happen again.

The curtains had been open to her room, so she made her way up the stairs. The doors to the two other bedrooms stood wide open. One was her de facto office, and it— like the master suite— faced the ocean.

The barest squeak of a chair and the hush of paper turning told her where they were.

Her office.

She continued into her bedroom as if still unaware without slowing. After tossing the hat on the bed and letting the sarong drift to the floor, she slid into her bathroom and turned on the shower. The lights she left off, because there was plenty of natural light. Then she dumped the extra bikini hanging in the bathroom like she’d stripped before she stepped behind the curtain and waited.

Not even sixty seconds passed before a shadow darkened the doorway. Another step, and the intruder entered.

Now standing just inside the bathroom, he cleared his throat. “Hollis?”

She aimed center mass and fired three times. Every bullet hit square against him, and he slammed backwards against the door and then dropped with a pained groan.

Shutting off the water, she pulled the curtain back and stepped out with her gun still trained on the downed man. He let out another grunt as she shoved him over with her foot.

Recognition surged through her as he opened his eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Hey, beautiful…” He wheezed the words. “Miss me?”

One sharp kick of her foot knocked his head back against the doorjamb, and he slumped, unconscious.

Lieutenant Ned Wagner.

The Wraith.

Her handler.

Her lover.

The son of a bitch who set her up.

No blood leaked from his wounds. There hadn’t been the telltale meaty thud of bullets striking flesh either.

Relieved, she blew out a breath. Scowling, because of the relief, she swore and squatted down to pull his gaudy Hawaiian shirt open. The fact he was dressed like some hideous tourist spoke volumes for why the man as tightly pressed as his uniforms was in her house years after he burned her.

It would serve him right if she put a bullet in his head.

Still, the fact he wore a bulletproof vest told her he’d either expected the reception or he, himself, was on the run.

Well, wouldn’t that be some gorgeous karmic irony? Couldn’t happen to a better asshole.
Heather Long. Hijacking Holiday (Kindle Locations 174-212). Kindle Edition.

Ned was the last person she expected to see, but she really isn’t all that surprised.

As Ned convinces her he needs her help he also promises her exoneration from the crimes she unwittingly committed for him.

Fast-paced, with plenty of action, a second chance romance, Sizzle and so much more.

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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Filthy Deal – The Anti-Hero Chronicles Book 3 By Mika Lane

Filthy Deal
The Anti-Hero Chronicles Book 3
Mika Lane


Let’s make a deal…

She saw something she should not have. That happens when you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And when you meet the wrong man—me.
Her sister’s gone now, and her own life is in danger.
Not my problem I say… But she was so… different.
So I made a deal to help. And my deal was just as filthy as you’d think.

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

Rain was tired, she wanted to be sleeping not going back to the lobby while her little sister has a booty call with their Uber driver. At least it’s Vegas and everything is open. Totally out of character she asks the man who initiates conversation with her in the elevator to have a drink with her.

Nico is drawn to this woman, he has no idea why he changes his mind and joins her at the bar with his business associate. When Rain takes a header from the bat stool, said associate takes off with her purse and hot guy following him.

Rain wasn’t letting them get away, she had run track and she quickly gains on them. In the process changing everything about what should have been just the weekend in Vegas.

This is a favorite scene.

I hugged the wall, painted a sad basement yellow, chipped and scarred most likely by clumsy carts transporting towels and other hotel things.

Since I’d stopped running and the blood had ceased roaring in my ears, the surrounding quiet created a stark contrast to the casino floor above, where slot machine bells rang non-stop and the general Vegas din never ceased.

That’s when it dawned on me just how far I was from help, should I need it, and how close I was to danger, given that I was in a deserted basement and in close proximity to criminals.


I knew I should turn around and go.

Just tiptoe right out of there. Purse snatching was a petty crime as crimes went, but if the thieves were opportunists, god knew what else they’d do if they got their hands on me with no one around to help.

Did that stop me creeping down the hall toward the racket I’d heard?

Hell no.

I stole toward the dark until I was immersed in it, and the further I got, the stronger a strange burning smell became.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, I fingered the frame of a closed door. Quiet sounds came from behind it.

“Help me. Help me,” a man whimpered.

I pressed my ear against it.

“Sorry, fucker. You don’t deserve help.”

Was that Nico? And if so, was Dan begging for help?

How’s that? I thought they were in cahoots.

“You never should have stolen that woman’s bag. You might have actually lived a little longer. But you just signed your own death warrant.”

Holy shit. That was Nico speaking.

“No man, don’t do it—” A second explosion jolted me back to reality. This time it had been close enough to leave my ears ringing until I was dizzy. And that smell. That burning smell.

That was a goddamn gun.

I broke into a sprint back toward the stairs I’d come down, but in my panic, I couldn’t find the right door— they all looked alike and each handle I turned was locked.


I could see it now.

Woman who was found dead in basement of Venetian Hotel was an art student and daughter of the very rich—

Oh, and I could hear my sister’s comments.

Um, well, she was in the room and left to go down and get a drink in the lobby. I never saw her again.

She’d sob for the TV cameras. She was good with the waterworks. ’Course she’d never mention her booty call. She’d throw me under the bus even in death.

I frantically turned one doorknob after the other, when the door where the gunshot had come from swung open with a creak. I whipped around a corner to hide.

Had I been fast enough?

I tiptoed down the hall toward another bend in the corridor, trying to get as far away from the approaching footsteps as possible, when a quiet voice called after me.

“Hey. Where are you going?”

I whipped around to see Nico holding my handbag, confusion covering his face.

“Oh. Hi,” I said in a trembling voice, as if he were the last person in the world I expected to see.

God, I was an idiot.

He moved toward me, and I took a step back, my hands held up in surrender.

“Please don’t hurt me. I won’t report this to anyone. I’ll stay quiet.”

He smiled, amused. “I know you won’t tell anyone. Here’s your purse, by the way. I got it for you.”

I let him approach me and handing the bag over, he took my hand— odd behavior for a thief and murderer, but who was I to argue? He led me to a nearby freight elevator and pressed the up button.

Time to get the hell out of there. Alone.

“Thanks, Nico. I really appreciate it. I’m pretty tired now, so I’m just gonna go back up to my room. It was nice meeting you.” I smiled and put my purse over my shoulder, heading for the staircase I’d come down not ten minutes earlier. I was trying to act completely normal, like I wasn’t trying to get away from a guy with a gun in the basement of a giant hotel while barefoot.

He grabbed my hand more tightly, as if he’d not heard my polite goodbye. “This will take us to the loading dock. From there, we’ll head out.”

He yanked my hand when he realized I was glued to the floor.

“C’mon,” he said, with another tug.

“Um, no thanks, Nico. I think I’ll go. My sister will be looking for me.”

Shaking his head, he furrowed his brow. “Rain, that’s not possible. You’re coming with me.”
Mika Lane. Filthy Deal: The Anti-Hero Chronicles (Kindle Locations 233-272). Headlands Publishing. Kindle Edition.

From the minute Nico more or less forced her to leave the hotel, the stakes ramp up. Nico eventually explains she had been targeted and chances were her sister was gone already.

In spite of the fact Nico isn’t really a good guy, he doesn’t condone human trafficking either.

This is a hold your breath, action packed, suspenseful book with plenty of sizzling heat as well.

I do hope Mika continues this series, I am loving these characters.

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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.

I live in magical Northern California with my own handsome alpha dude, sometimes known as Mr. Mika Lane, and an evil cat named Bill.

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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Defending Zara – Mountain Mercenaries Book 6 By Susan Stoker

Defending Zara
Mountain Mercenaries Book 6
NY Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal
Bestselling Author

Susan Stoker


For a Mountain Mercenary and a desperate woman,
love becomes a dangerous refuge
in New York Times bestselling author
Susan Stoker’s novel of
heart-gripping suspense.

Mountain Mercenary Hunter “Meat” Snow has a mission: eliminate the human traffickers scouring the barrios of Lima for vulnerable prey. But it’s Meat who’s taken down. Separated from his team and beaten within an inch of his life, he’s left for dead. When he wakes, it’s to the intimate care of a beautiful stranger who knows all about survival.

Zara Layne was a child when a brutal murder left her orphaned and abandoned in Peru. Ever since, she’s fended for herself on the streets, outrunning its predators. Trusting men is not in Zara’s blood…until it warms to the exhilarating touch of the wounded hero who promises deliverance. As each other’s rescuers, they return to Colorado for a new normal.

But when Meat disappears, Zara discovers how ruthless the past can be. With the help of the loyal Mercenaries, she’s drawing on her own skills of endurance to find him. And for Zara, there’s no danger great enough to come between her and the man she loves.

Zara has been masquerading as a boy since she realized it was safer than being a girl in Lima’s barrios. It’s been fifteen years since she witnessed her parents murder and long ago she gave up on ever being found and embraced her fate, concentrating only on surviving.

The Mountain Mercenaries were on a mission in Lima, they had intel on kidnapped children and were set to rescue them and put a few kinks in that branch of human traffickers. Unfortunately things went sideways and Black and Meat were severely beaten.

Zara was with the group Mags ran that tried to help the women and children and saw the guys get taken down. Unfortunately they were only able to get one of the men away.

Zara took him to Daniela a doctor who helped them when necessary, she does patch him up a bit under protest but Meat realizing his situation does behave.

This is a favorite scene.

Zara froze. She wasn’t ready to talk about herself. Hell, she never talked about herself. It was safer that way. But she didn’t want to get up and walk away either. For some reason, she felt comfortable with Meat.

It made no sense, really. But then again . . . she was tired. Tired of constantly looking behind her. Of having to scrounge for food. Of trying to stay under the radar. She was way too practical to live her life wondering “what if,” but at the moment, talking to Meat, she felt her guard lowering.

She still wasn’t going to talk about herself. Not yet. She’d only known this man for hours. But she could put his mind at ease. “I went back to the barrio and found out about your friends today.”

His eyes widened and he sat up straighter. He leaned toward her eagerly. “Yeah?”

Zara nodded. “Mags said that right after I left with you, the Americans came and got the man you’d been with.”

Meat sighed in relief. “Thank God! Did you get a chance to tell them I was all right?”

Zara bit her lip and shook her head.

Meat frowned.

At his expression, she found herself wanting to explain. “The Special Forces Brigade members are still with them. We can’t risk talking to the Americans. It would bring attention to ourselves. Bad attention.” Zara wasn’t sure Meat understood. “The best thing is to not be seen,” she said. “If they see us, they’ll start asking questions, and we won’t be able to help others like we do now.”

Meat looked at her for a long moment before he finally nodded. “I understand.”

“Mags said she would try to get a note to them. But hopefully you will be healed enough to leave soon, and it won’t be necessary.”

“I wondered where you had gone today,” Meat said. “I hadn’t expected you to do that for me.”

“You were worried about them.”

“I was. But still. How far did you have to travel to get back to the barrio where you found me?”

She hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to get Daniela in trouble, or for Meat to get too curious. The less he knew, the better.

Before she could think of a good answer, he spoke.

“Never mind. I’m learning that there’re a lot of things I’m better off not knowing, right?”

Zara nodded.

“Have I thanked you yet?” Meat asked.

Zara looked at him with what she knew was probably another shocked expression.

“I guess I haven’t. It’s obvious you know this area much better than I do. Black and I weren’t expecting to be jumped like we were. I appreciate you and your friends stepping in to help us, especially considering the amount of danger it obviously put you in.”

Zara licked her lips and said nothing.

“You haven’t asked what we were doing there.”

She already knew about the boys they’d found, but shrugged anyway.

“My friends and I are part of a somewhat secret group. We’re called the Mountain Mercenaries. We’ve made it our mission to rescue women and children from those who would do them harm. The wife of our leader, Rex, disappeared years ago, and he suspects she was kidnapped into the sex trade. He’s never stopped looking for her. In the meantime, he’s dedicated dedicated his life to helping others like her, who are taken from their homes and families.

“We were working with the government on a human-trafficking sting. We were told there were several boys on the verge of being sold into the kind of life no child should ever know exists. Our intel was good . . . but when we got here, things got all fucked up. We should’ve pulled out of the mission immediately, but decided to go ahead with it. That was our mistake.”

Zara stared at Meat. She and the others had already deduced the Americans were there to try to save the children, but they hadn’t known anything about their motives. They’d wondered why a group from the United States would care about what happened to a bunch of poor barrio kids. And it was obvious that Meat did care. He cared about a bunch of children he’d never met.

For just a moment, Zara wondered what her life could’ve been like if Meat and his friends had been around when she’d needed them.

But the second she had the thought, she dismissed it. She didn’t know how old Meat was, but fifteen years ago, he probably wasn’t in the same line of work he was in now.
Stoker, Susan. Defending Zara (Mountain Mercenaries) (pp. 29-31). Kindle Edition.

Slowly Meat gains Zara’s trust and she tells him her story when he says that his group is from Colorado. Ironically that’s where she was originally from as well. In that moment Meat knew he wasn’t going to leave this country without her.

Oh the many surprises this book has in store for you! I couldn’t put it down which also means I got very little sleep.

Full of suspense, family drama, romance and just enough sizzle.

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Susan Stoker is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her series include Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes, SEAL of Protection, Delta Force Heroes, and Mountain Mercenaries. Married to a retired Army non-commissioned officer, Stoker has lived all over the country—from Missouri and California to Colorado and Texas—and currently lives under the big skies of Tennessee. A true believer in happily ever after, Stoker enjoys writing novels in which romance turns to love. To learn more about the author and her work, visit her website, or find her on Facebook. Links below.

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Golden in Death – An Eve Dallas Novel – In Death Book 50 By JD Robb

Golden In Death
In Death Book 50
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
J.D. Robb


In the latest thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series, homicide detective Eve Dallas investigates a murder with a mysterious motive and a terrifying weapon.

Pediatrician Kent Abner received the package on a beautiful April morning. Inside was a cheap trinket, a golden egg that could be opened into two halves. When he pried it apart, highly toxic airborne fumes entered his body and killed him.

After Eve Dallas calls the hazmat team and undergoes testing to reassure both her and her husband that she hasn’t been exposed it’s time to look into Dr. Abner’s past and relationships. Not every victim Eve encounters is an angel, but it seems that Abner came pretty close though he did ruffle some feathers over the years by taking stands for the weak and defenseless. While the lab tries to identify the deadly toxin, Eve hunts for the sender. But when someone else dies in the same grisly manner, it becomes clear that she’s dealing with either a madman or someone who has a hidden and elusive connection to both victims.

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There are so many things I love about this series, not the least of which is the romance between Eve and Roarke.

In this the fiftieth book in the In Death Series Eve faces a puzzle that isn’t making any sense at all. There doesn’t appear to be any reason for the targeted death of pediatrician Kent Abner. Everyone appears to have liked him, married for years, a family that loves him. There is shock and overwhelming grief as well as fear in this tale’s beginning.

An unknown toxic agent, fortunately dissipated before the body was discovered is the primary concern for the moment. Even though Eve has told him she’s fine and was cleared at the scene Roarke is still worried.

This is a favorite scene.

Life since Roarke, with Roarke, never quite ranked as ordinary. Routine, maybe, for them—which probably wouldn’t meet most people’s routine level.

But it worked—really worked, she thought. And one of the reasons it worked, so well, was knowing she’d come home—and there was a glittering word—with this fresh weight on her shoulders, and he’d be there.

He’d look at her the way he looked at her that always, still, probably forever, brought a skip to her heartbeat. He’d make her eat something, even if she didn’t want to, which was both annoying and precious.

And he’d listen. No bitching about her being late, no guilt trips. He’d listen, offer to help and, with all of that, with all of him, bring her a peace of mind she’d never expected to have in her life.

So when she drove, at last, through the gates, she felt that quiet click. Coming home. Under the night sky, the house Roarke built stood and spread and towered with its fanciful turrets, its grand design. Dozens of windows, so much light to welcome her, glowed out against the dark.

When she pulled up, got out of the car, some of the weight shifted. Work to do, yes, but home.

Because she was late—really late—she didn’t expect the looming Summerset.

But there he stood, tall and bony in black, his cadaverous face set, his dark eyes arrowing their stare at her face. She reached into her bag of insults, but he spoke before she could pull one out.

“He’s worried. He’ll pretend otherwise, but he heard about your exposure to a toxic material.”

“I told him I was fine. I’m fine.”

When Summerset only continued to stare, she had a bad feeling the former Urban War medic intended to do his own exam. Big no.

“Have they identified the substance?”

“I don’t know. I’m going up to check. I’m fine.” Irritable now, she dragged off her jacket, tossed it on the newel post.

“Make sure he knows.”

She started to snap she already had, but that seemed pointless. Instead she paused on her way up the stairs. “Do you think I’d come home if there was any chance, any, I carried something with me that could hurt him?”

“Absolutely not. Which is why, as it’s after nine, he worries.”

Damn it, damn it, of course he did. “I had to— Shit. Where is he?”

“Your office, of course. He knows you’re home. He set an alert.”

She jogged up. She’d followed the Marriage Rules, she thought. And still she felt as if she’d screwed up somehow. He sat on the sofa in her office, the fire going low, the fat cat across his lap. He had a book in one hand, a glass of wine in the other.

And yes, he looked at her in that way—but she saw relief bloom over it.

“And there she is,” he began, with that wonderful whisper of Ireland in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Even as he put the book aside and rose, she walked to him, wrapped around him, held hard. “I’m sorry.”

“For being late?” Now she heard surprise as she burrowed into him. “Come now, Lieutenant, that’s part of the job, isn’t it?”

“For not making a hundred percent sure you knew I was okay. For not making sure you weren’t worried I wasn’t.”

“Ah.” He brushed his lips over the top of her head, drew her back. “That’s part of the job as well. My part. There will be worry, darling Eve. But now…” He skimmed his thumb over the shallow dent in her chin, leaned in to kiss her—long and warm. “You’re home. So sit a moment with the cat, as Galahad’s had some concerns of his own. I’ll get you some wine.”

No bitching, no guilt trips, just wine and welcome. And a fat cat. So she’d sit for a minute, because he didn’t just bring trips to Italy, real coffee, superior sex, and all manner of things into her life.

He brought this, the balance.

She gave the cat some strokes, a belly scratch when he stirred himself to roll over. And took the wine.

“They cleared me right at the scene.”

“So you told me.” Still those wildly, gloriously blue eyes studied her face before he lifted her hand, kissed it. “Have they identified the toxin?”

“I need to check, but not since I checked an hour ago. The body wasn’t discovered until after sixteen hundred when the spouse got home from work. They wouldn’t have started the process until … probably an hour ago. Protocols to follow, and all that.”

“You won’t have eaten.”

“We were pretty busy.”

“I imagine. Let’s have a meal now, and you can tell me about all this.”

“‘Let’s’? Haven’t you had dinner already?”

“I haven’t, no.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “There was worry.”

“Wait.” She tightened her grip on his hands. “I’m going to promise you that I won’t lie or downplay something that happens, if I’m in trouble or something’s really wrong. I’ll be straight with you.”

“All right then.”

She studied that amazing face of his. “And you’ll worry anyway.”

“Yes, of course. But that’s appreciated. Now, I made a bargain with myself—or fate—to your benefit. That when you came home to me, there would be pepperoni pizza.”

She brightened right up. “Really?”

“Such is the depth of my love I’m not insisting you eat a side of good vegetables.”

“If you asked me to, right now, I’d eat them. So, same goes.”

“You could have them on the pizza.”

She shot him a—sincere—horrified look. “You’d ruin a perfectly good pizza?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”
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The investigation brings into play several favorite characters starting with Peabody and then others from EDD Feeney, McNab, Carmichael. Of course there’s Summerset the butler trading barbs with Eve and the cat Galahad and so many more.

As always a riveting story with more than one murder and plenty of frustration and tension for Eve and her team. Plus that sizzling heat between her and Roarke that has come so very far from the first book.

I loved this book from the beginning to the very satisfactory ending.

I think I’m going to go back to the very beginning and read through again. It’s amazing that this is now the 50th book.

5 Contented Purrs for J.D.

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With a phenomenal career full of bestsellers, Nora Roberts was ready for a new writing challenge. As her agent put it, like Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, and caffeine-free Pepsi, a pseudonym offered her the opportunity to reach a new and different group of readers. The first futuristic suspense J. D. Robb book, Naked in Death, was published in paperback in 1995, and readers were immediately drawn to Eve Dallas, a tough cop with a dark past, and her even more mysterious love interest, Roarke.

The series quickly gained attention, great reviews, and devoted readers. Since the debut of Loyalty in Death (the ninth In Death book) on Halloween 1999 on the New York Times bestseller list, every J. D. Robb title has been a New York Times bestseller. While fans had their suspicions, it wasn’t until the twelfth book in the series, Betrayal in Death (2001), that the publisher fully revealed that J. D. Robb was a pseudonym for bestselling powerhouse Nora Roberts. Unmasked, Nora Roberts fans who hadn’t yet picked up one of the Robb books were quickly playing catch-up.

Robb’s peers in the mystery world are fans as well, with accolades for the In Death series from such blockbuster authors as Stephen King, Jonathan Kellerman, Dennis Lehane, Kathy Reichs, Lisa Scottoline, Janet Evanovich, David Baldacci, Harlan Coben, Robert B. Parker, Ridley Pearson, Linda Fairstein, and Andrew Gross.

The In Death books are perpetual bestsellers, and frequently share the bestseller list with other Nora Roberts novels. J. D. Robb publishes two hardcover In Death books per year, with the occasional stand-alone original In Death story featured in an anthology.

Forty books later, there is no end in sight for the ever-popular In Death series.

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The Billionaire Op – The Sutton Billionaires Book 3 by Lori Ryan

The Billionaire Op
The Sutton Billionaires Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Lori Ryan


A broken heart that never mended
and a man who would give anything
for the woman he loves—
even if it means suffering his own heartache.

Jennie Evans’ heart broke when she lost her high school sweetheart and husband just after college graduation. She’s found some semblance of a new life with good friends and a job she loves at Sutton Capital, but she knows she’ll never love again. That part of her died with Kyle.

Chad Thompson sees the heartache Jennie hides from the world. Despite the chemistry he and Jennie always fight against, he vows to keep their relationship friendly. Anything more would hurt Jennie, and Chad can’t bring himself to cause her more pain.

When their well-meaning friends throw Jennie and Chad together in a plot designed to push their comfort zone, she ends up in more danger than anyone could have foreseen. Chad knows he can protect her, but he isn’t able to protect his own heart in the process.

Steamy romance meets heart-stopping suspense in the Sutton Billionaires Series. This is the third 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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There is a definite attraction between Jennie and her boss Chad. He uses the excuse that she’s his employee as a boundary. One he would like to cross, but he’d seen the consequences of doing so.

His partners had also noticed this attraction. When one of Jack’s friends asks them to check out a couples resort before he makes the purchase, Jack and Andrew come up the perfect way to nudge this relationship.

A true test of will for Chad. This is a favorite scene.

Actually, if he thought about it, he could guess why she’d noticed the kayaks. Their bright colors. Jennie surrounded herself with bright, happy colors.

The outside of her house was a light cheerful yellow. He hadn’t been inside her house, though he’d dropped her off or picked her up a few times. But he would guess the inside would be filled with color as well. The kayaks were bright red and orange. She would like those colors.

“Come on,” Chad grinned at her. She looked adorable with goggles covering almost half her face. “Let’s go see some fish.”

They jumped in the water and lowered masked faces into the bay.

Before Chad knew what hit him, he heard a shriek and had an armful of sputtering Jennie. She quite literally climbed up him and was clinging to his shoulders, legs and arms clamped around him as high up as she could go. It would be funny to anyone watching.

Chad grinned, trying to ignore his body’s immediate response to her. He refused to acknowledge the fact that at that moment, the string bikini she wore was giving him access to parts of Jennie’s body he’d only ever dreamed of touching. His arms were under her ass, holding her up. The sensations produced by their wet skin were wreaking havoc on his senses, but she didn’t seem to be aware of that at all.

“Problem, Jen?”

She bit her lip and nodded her head.

“And that would be…?” Damn, she’s cute. On any other woman, this would seem like a coy ploy for his attention. With Jennie, it was real. She was well and truly freaked by something and he was more than happy to be her knight in shining armor. Especially when she wrapped her body around that armor.

“The fish,” Jennie said, eyes wide. “A fish touched my legs. It went right between my legs!”

He let a slow smile form. “I need to protect you from the fish?”

She nodded. “They’re huge. And scary. And kind of gross.”

They were pretty big. Some of them were one-and-a-half feet long and about as wide around the middle as Chad’s forearm. He had expected smaller fish, too. But seeing her so freaked out was pretty damned cute.

And holding her was pretty sexy. Really, really damned sexy, as a matter of fact. Chad lifted her up to the dock, then let his hands skim down to her thighs—pretending to be Jennie’s concerned husband did have its perks.

“Want me to hold you in the water and see if that makes you feel better?” Say yes. No, say no. This is a bad idea… But, please say yes.

Before Jennie could answer, a fish jumped out of the water and splashed back in. Chad assumed it was trying to catch a bug skimming the surface of the water. Jennie must have assumed it was an attempt to eat her, because she was up and running off the dock in a heartbeat. So much for Jack’s theory that Jennie Evans wasn’t afraid of anything.

Chad pulled himself out onto the dock, trying not to laugh too hard—and losing that battle. He scooped up their beach bag and towels. The items quickly became crucial parts of Chad’s ensemble as he followed Jennie back to the villa.

Watching the sway of her sweet ass as she hightailed it through the resort had his dick harder than he’d care to share with the other guests. With their belongings held casually in front of him to hide his predicament, he let himself enjoy the show. He’d have to shower with ice water when he got back to the villa, but it was worth it.
Jennie had the sexiest ass Chad had ever seen. That ass in a bikini?

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The two of them enjoy themselves immensely as they gather information. Only one thing doesn’t add up and this becomes a problem rather quickly.

Very emotional with suspense, hold your breath scenes, sexual tension, romance and so much more!

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

5 Contented Purrs for Lori!

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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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Her Elite Assets – Three Elite Warrior Stories By Heather Long

Her Elite Assets
Pure Copper
Target Tungsten
Asset Arsenic
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Pure Copper

Copper will do whatever it takes to get the job done, even if it means seducing and betraying the one man who really sees her.

Target Tungsten

Bradley “Tungsten” Peck. Marine. Lover. Friend. He’s the man who can get anything, find anyone, and accomplish every goal. At least he was, before he lost the only woman who mattered…he won’t stop until he gets her back or she puts a bullet in him.

Asset Arsenic

Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout— Red Wolf’s head on a platter.

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Copper is the only woman on the team, but don’t tell her that. Operation Phoenix took away more than just her identity and her teammates it also took her love. Brad was a member of that team that didn’t make it back. She owes Red Wolf revenge.

Merc has been her best friend since childhood and as fate threw them together on the teams, he is also her self appointed protector.

Gabriel Daniels is retired CIA, now teaching with no hope of finding the mysterious beauty that caught his eye. First in Miami and then again in Nigeria she slipped by him, but he sees her, recognizes what few can. Then she walks into his classroom, is he her next target?

This is a favorite scene that takes place shortly after their initial meeting.

“Damn, Copper. If I was so bad you’ve forgotten me in a couple of hours, why don’t you make our lunch date a dinner one instead, so I can do better?”

Amused in spite of herself, she took a sip of her coffee to keep from smiling. “I’m a big believer in first impressions counting.” And he had made a hell of a first impression.

Currently, her body was very interested in seconds.

“Funny, I agree with you. Have dinner with me.”

“No.” She took another drink.

“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you.” Easy charm rolled in those syllables, and she actually had to bite the inside of her lip to not laugh.

“Still a no,” she managed. Across the table, Merc had gone predator silent and his stare drilled into her. No way should she be having this conversation in front of him.


The woman who’d played with Gabriel in the lecture hall would have chuckled. Copper refused. “Do you have an issue with the word no?”

“Only when it conflicts with my being able to see you again.” Gabriel sighed.
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Oh the tangled web as Copper and Gabriel both struggle to have something they want, each other. These two are explosive together, and Merc as always tries to protect her yet stay away. I am totally in love with this couple.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Target Tungsten

When the ghosts removed their masks, I think my heart stopped for a moment. When Copper locked eyes with HIM, Tungsten/Brad, I thought my heart would break.

Gabriel and Sachi/Copper are so good together, I couldn’t grasp the possibility they could end because of Brad. That he had been there all along with the others, watching and protecting and never said a word. Even Merc/John didn’t trust Brad, and they had been friends.

Oddly enough I trusted that something good would come out of this difficult situation.

As the story unfolds with Sachi, Gabriel and Brad in an isolated cabin in Montana, and John keeping watch outside. Deep cover to protect them from someone looking diligently for Brad and possibly Sachi.

But before they can pursue a mission, Sachi either has to choose or they need another plan.

This is part of one of my favorite conversations with John and Sachi while they were on a run.

“I don’t want to choose between them. She didn’t and she wouldn’t. In some ways, she’d made her choice. Gabriel allowed Brad to be a part of them, Gabriel let him in, and she embraced the choice because Gabriel saw what she needed. If she had to choose…”I suppose this means I have to keep his sorry ass alive.” John shook his head at her. “Two men?”

“I’m a demanding woman, what can I say?”

“Greedy bitch.” But he said with a hint of a smile. “Fine. I’ll keep the jackass alive. But one fucking step out of line…”

Closing the distance between them, she gave him a hug. “Yeah, yeah. They’ll never see you coming.”

“Damn straight. And cut the mushy shit.” Still, his smile didn’t diminish. “Next thing you know you’ll be talking baby crap.”

A shudder went through her and she punched him. “Asshole.”


All was right with her world. Well, mostly right. They still had to find out who the fuck was targeting Brad, deal with it and then kill Red Wolf. Then she could concentrate on the happily ever after shit.
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Two big questions: Can the men share her long term? and Can she accept them both for forever?

What ensues is a sizzling hot relationship, followed by a yet another difficult mission.

This book had me at the edge of my seat, biting my nails, and turning the pages. I couldn’t stop reading, I had to know what would happen next.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Asset Arsenic

Addison “Arsenic” Leeds has gone dark making the Elite crew wonder if she has been turned, killed or too deep in to make contact. Tasked with getting rid of the leaks in Elite’s ranks she does what she must to protect her team.

When she’s headed into trouble she contacts the one person outside of the Elite she can trust. Sam Reese, the man she didn’t kill but probably should have.

This is a favorite scene.

A jacket dropped over her shoulders as Sam came to join her.

“How long has it been?”

“You know exactly how long it’s been.” Since the night he’d tried to kill Clark. She’d left and hadn’t come back. The same night she’d been burned, finding out too late they’d also sent Sam to kill her brother.

“I suspected, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Are you sorry they didn’t give you me?”

She could almost feel the weight of his stare, but she didn’t turn away from the sea.

“Am I sorry they didn’t send me to kill you?” He actually sounded offended. “Yes, I’m sorry they didn’t give me that job. I’m sorry because you wouldn’t have had to take out the two sons of a bitch they did send.”

She took off the baseball cap then ran her fingers through her hair. The breeze kept jerking at the long strands and the weight of it pulled her head.

“I could’ve ended up shooting you instead.”

“Well, don’t feel too bad about it. You did end up shooting me, so it worked out.” Once again, he used humor to deflect, but she wanted to ask the question. She wanted to ask him about Clark, but she had already said she didn’t want to talk about him. For anyone else, she wouldn’t be doing this. This was for her brother.

“How long has it been for you?”

“Roughly the same time.” That surprised her; she hadn’t realized that he left right after she did.

“I want to ask why, but it’s none of my damn business.”

“You can ask anything you want, Addy. Don’t you know that yet? Quite the obedient dog. Sit, Sam. Stay, Sam. Go, Sam. Hunt, Sam. I do it all.” What began as a flippant remark took on a distinct note of sadness at the end.

Shaking her head, she reached over and laid her hand on top of his. “You’re not a dog, Sam. You never were.”

“M’lady, are you trying to comfort me?”

She removed her hand. “No, I was being factual. You’re not a dog. Dogs are loyal.” She regretted what she’d said the moment the words left her mouth, but deep inside, she couldn’t deny the anger continued to simmer.
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These two team up to take down yet another Red Wolf crony and in the process rediscover themselves through barbs, sex and a mutual desire for revenge.

An action-packed tale with sizzling sex and a past to resolve. This one even has some family issues within the ranks.

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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Chaos – Dogs of War Book 1 by J.M. Madden

Dogs of War Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
J.M. Madden


The long-awaited spin-off from the Lost and Found Series!

Aiden Willingham has lived a hard life. As a Navy SEAL, he agreed to take part in an ultra-secret government testing program. The company running the program, the Silverstone Collaborative, has produced a serum from an Amazonian plant that’s been proven to enhance physical abilities and mental fortitude. Problem is, men– heroes– have died during the testing, and it’s time for the company to be taken down before more men die needlessly.

Aiden, along with three others, have escaped the camp with evidence of the company’s horrendous practices. Now they’re in a race to expose them. They’ve already lost one of their team, and the Collaborative’s mercenaries are converging.

Angela Holloway knew the homeless man with sadness in his eyes was trouble as soon as she saw him hanging around the site of a murder. Uncooperative, he stonewalls her investigation, but draws her in when the badge comes off. Aiden has scars, both internal and external, that make her heart ache. It’s a serious no-no getting involved with a suspect… too bad her heart isn’t listening. As details come to light about what’s going on in her city, she has to fight for what she believes is right, as well as the man on the wrong side of the law.

First let me say I am very excited for this series. After reading Genesis and remembering Aiden in the Lost and Found Series I sincerely want these guys to have their happily ever after.

Aiden is in his brother’s hometown, a brother he didn’t know he had until recently. His brother John works for Lost and Found as a computer specialist and his wife just had twins. Aiden has been keeping watch over them. Their safety has been his top priority while staying underground out of sight, avoiding the assassins sent to finish him off.

An initial confrontation with Angela, a police officer and former Marine, leaves Aiden feeling things he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

This is part of that meeting, right after he kisses her to distract her.

She heard the snick of handcuffs and a chill ran through her. When the man pulled away, there seemed to be genuine regret in his dark brown eyes. “I’m sorry I had to do this,” he told her, clearing his voice. He backed away, hands held out.

Angela felt tightness on her waist and she jerked. What the hell had he done?

“You, you…” she sputtered, totally, immediately pissed.

He winced and stared at her for a long moment, like he was waffling in his decision, then his eyes cooled and he turned away. As he disappeared around the corner of the building, Angela reached behind her to feel what was holding her. The man had handcuffed the belt loop of her jeans to a utility pole running horizontally across the building.

With a cry of outrage she dug in her pocket for the knife she always carried. It took her less than a minute to cut through the heavy fabric of the belt loop. As soon as she was free, she bolted after the suspect but he was gone.
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Now both Aiden and Angela are more than a little confused about the emotions that encounter stirred. Which leads to them seeking each other out, quite the unusual situation.

Fontana and Wolfe play a part in this book as does, Duncan and John from Lost and Found.

There was fun, laughter, sizzling scenes and plenty of action that will keep you turning the pages.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series, but in the meantime I am re-reading LNF to remember Aiden’s role in all of them, hopefully it will ease my impatience for the next book.

5 Contented Purrs for J.M.!

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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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