Sinfully Bound To The Enigmatic Viscount By Scarlett Osborne

Sinfully Bound to the Enigmatic Viscount
A Steamy Regency Romance
Scarlett Osborne


Between lovers,
betrayal is always the worst sin.

After her sister’s tragic memory loss, Lady Diana Dunkeld must endure the slew of suitors that her father pushes on her. But the youngest daughter of the Earl of Lutterhall rejects every single one of them.

With terrible rumors surrounding his family since his mother’s death, Elijah Saunders, the Viscount of Cambolton knows that finding a wife is going to be a hard task. Until the day he meets Lady Diana.

Social equals and yet worlds apart, they court their own ruin in each other. But they soon realize that their yearning for each other is not their only problem…

As new evidence of the death of Elijah’s parents comes to light, they find themselves in the middle of a conspiracy. When death knocks on their door, they can make only one wish…if only Diana’s sister could remember her accident.

Ever since her sister’s accident and loss of memory, Diana Dunkeld’s father the Earl of Lutterhall has been parading titled suitors before her; all asking for her hand in marriage. She has declined every one of them as she is looking for the almost impossible, love.

With each refusal her father gets angrier with her, he wants her married to someone with a suitable title.

This of course has led to rumors of her being a flirt with no intention of ever marrying.

Elijah Saunders, the Viscount of Cambolton, has returned to his family’s country home. He has been schooled abroad and only met with his family at their London home. Since the passing of his father, he now has the title and the estate. He knows he needs to marry but he knows there will be difficulties since there are rumors since his mother died after falling down the stairs in their home.

With the appropriate time of mourning passed, he agrees to attend a ball given by the Marquess of Forstall. It’s here he stumbles upon Lady Diana in the gardens.

This is a favorite scene.

Diana had gone into the gardens in an effort to avoid the gentlemen asking her to dance. She had already danced five sets in a row. In her new dancing slippers, her feet were crying out for a rest. She couldn’t do another.

She knew that she was blushing. In the moonlight, no doubt, it was hidden. As Diana was walking, she could hear him behind her. She whirled around, to find him following her.

“I’m sorry, My Lady,” he said. She felt something inside of her melt. The gentleman was tall and muscular, with high cheekbones and a well-formed jaw. He was looking at her with kind concern. Her heart was doing a pitter-patter— one that she had never thought possible.

“I was escaping the ball,” she said, if only to explain her presence there.

“I was also escaping,” he replied. Their eyes met, and they both laughed.

“It’s quite lovely out here. I’d no idea that Forstall Hall boasted such fine gardens.”

“They do,” she agreed. “Though the gardens at Albany Manor certainly rival them.” She hadn’t seen him before. She wondered who he could be.

She glanced around. They were alone. However, she knew that if anyone came upon them like this, her reputation would be ruined. Her father would never forgive her. She was only lucky that he had decided not to attend.

“We shouldn’t be caught here like this,” she pointed out.

The smile fell from his face. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Quite right. My apologies,” he told her.

“I would like for us to be properly introduced,” she said, feeling daring. “Who do you know here?”

“Lord and Lady Forstall?” he suggested. “Unfortunately, I know very few people here. I haven’t been much in the area.”

She smiled. It sounded, to her, that he had a county seat in the vicinity. “Excellent. I will go and find one of them, and then you come and find us.”

“I will.”

“Promise me?” Diana wanted nothing more than to get to know this dashing gentleman better. With the way that her heart beat faster when he was near, she knew that she had to.

“I swear to you, My Lady.” He bowed gallantly.

“Good. I’ll go in first, and then you follow, My Lord,” she ordered.

He nodded, smiling. She turned away from him, her heart beating soundly in her chest. She had never felt this way about anyone before. She wondered if it was merely the intrigue of the situation.

Not only was he handsome, he interested her. She knew instinctively that he was not like other gentlemen.

She wondered what and who he was. She would learn, soon enough. She stood in the doorway, looking for Lady Forstall. When she saw her, she made her way over, planning in her mind to begin a conversation that would last long enough for the mysterious gentleman to find them.

Elijah was blissfully happy, for the first time since his father’s death. He had never been so interested in someone before. He didn’t even know her name. He waited until she disappeared from sight, and then he began to walk slowly back to the house.

Once inside, he spotted her talking to Lady Forstall, over by the refreshments table. He made his way over.

“Lady Forstall,” he said. “You’ve outdone yourself with those flower arrangements.” They were, indeed, a profusion of bright colors.

“Lord Cambolton,” she replied, beaming. “Are you enjoying the evening?”

“I am,” he said. “I just toured your gardens, and find them stunning.”

“Have you met Lady Diana Dunkeld?” she asked. He turned his gaze toward her. In the brighter light, he could see the pale cream of her skin, and the way that her brown eyes shone. He could now see the spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and how pink and luscious her lips were.

“I have not had the pleasure.”

“Lady Diana, this is Elijah, the Viscount of Cambolton.”

She curtsied to him, while he bowed to her.

“It is a pleasure,” she murmured. Her name suited her. She was as lovely as a huntress, as mysterious as a moon goddess. It was only right that the first time he had beheld her, she was awash in silvery moonlight.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he replied. They both smiled, the weight of their shared secret meeting stretching between them deliciously.

“Well, if you would both excuse me,” Lady Forstall said, her eyes travelling over the fast-emptying table once laden with desserts. “I must go and check on the serving staff. We need to have more refreshments sent out forthwith!”

They watched as she walked off, a bustle of silver silk skirts and brunette ringlets. Then, they turned to each other and grinned.
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This is the beginning of a relationship that would more than vex Diana’s father. He didn’t consider a Viscount worthy of his daughter.

He does however allow the courtship as this is the first eligible bachelor Diana has shown any interest. He also hopes she would reject him as she has all the others.

Alas this is not to be and interesting information comes to light about Elijah’s father’s demise.

Secrets, blocked memories, a love that won’t die and a surprising resolution combined with some heated scenes make this a page-turning read.

I look forward to reading more of Scarlett’s books.

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Born in the Sunshine State of Florida, but of both British and Nordic descent, Scarlett Osborne grew up reading historical romances from the land of her ancestors. Fascinated with the British society of the 1800s and armed with a wild imagination, she obtained a degree in Creative Writing and immediately started her career as a Regency romance author.

A daydreamer extraordinaire, Scarlett likes to jump in the shoes of her heroines, immersing herself in her own stories, living the adventures that she wished she had experienced as a child. An avid reader and fan of the outdoors, Scarlett spends her free time either reading or going on long horseback rides along with her two sons.

Get lost in a land of enchantment, where adventure and love await around every corner…Scarlett hopes that through her heroes, you too will get to live a whirlwind romance in the Regency era, when fairytales were real and all dreams possible!

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The Silent Curse of the Red Countess by Patricia Haverton

The Silent Curse of the Red Countess
Patricia Haverton


Winning what you want may cost you everything you love…

Persephone Sheridan guards precious cargo.

Her years as the caretaker of a comatose elderly noblewoman had always been uneventful. Until the day Lady Humbertson woke and bestowed upon her a mission that was never meant to be her own.

With a title that he never wanted for himself, Silas Galashields, Earl of Dornham, bears the guilt of his brother’s death. When a stormy night brigs a strange young woman right outside his door, he offers her shelter. Not realizing that he’s offering shelter to the darkness she carries with her.

Worlds apart and yet bound by the red thread of fate, they trudge the line between bliss and ruin.

When Persephone’s horse is found poisoned, the message is clear: the people she loves are next. Desperate to protect Silas from the shadow that follows her, she makes a grave decision: reveal the secret that Lady Humbertson entrusted to her. A bloody tale sealed in a scroll, older than the Crown itself…

*If you like powerful Dukes, loving Duchesses and a marvelous depiction of the majestic Regency and Victorian era, then The Silent Curse of the Red Countess is the novel for you.

This book jumps right in with the suspense with Penny and Poppy caring for Lady Humbertson, she has been in a trance like state since her son died years ago. The physicians don’t know why she hasn’t come back but she certainly is getting the best care the two girls can give her.

When she refuses the medicine from Poppy and then later Penny, she speaks with an urgency to Penny, telling her to take a scroll and the money with it to her former maid. She also insisted she leave immediately and tell no one.

Penny steals a draft horse and rides barely eating and sleeping, until she has not choice but to try to sleep under a bush. A farmer finds her and brings her to the Manor of Silas Galashields the Earl of Dornham. He is appalled at her state and makes certain of her comfort before he himself retires with a persistent headache. He gives her a letter to give the innkeeper so she has a place to spend the night before completing her journey.

Things don’t go as she expected they would and she ends up robbed by the former maid’s son and her horse Bessie had spooked and run. With no other recourse she heads back to accept a position with the Earl of Dorham.

As Silas is enjoying an afternoon ride he spots Bessie without her rider concerned he doesn’t see Penny, he mounts Bessie and leads his own horse heading to the Inn he had arranged for her.

This is a favorite scene.

With the gates of Ebshire in view, Silas found himself growing ever wearier.He did not like the idea of leaving the young woman out on her own overnight, if she was out, but there was nothing he could do after dark. He would send a messenger to Primrose Hall to let his cousin know he intended to spend the night in Ebshire and return the following day.

He directed Bessie down the dirt road which led directly to the inn, on the northern edge of the town, when he spotted her. At first, she was but a dark figure, walking his way slowly, shoulders slumped forward and her head hidden by her cloak. Yet he knew it was her at once. He didn’t know why but something inside him knew.

“Miss Sheridan!” He called out and almost as soon as he’d said her name, Bessie appeared to spot her, too. The horse bucked, surprising Silas so much he nearly slipped off the saddle. The woman looked up and to his surprise, ran off the side of the road and into the bushes.

“Miss Sheridan! It is I, Silas.” He hesitated, then added, “Earl of Dornham.” He did not like using the title, for it felt as though he was stealing his brother’s name. However, it worked in this case, for the young woman stopped running and stood, her hood now pulled back, in the field and looked at him.

A moment later, she appeared to recognize her horse and she rushed toward them.


She was beside them in a moment and Silas dismounted the mare. She ran up to the horse, petting her side and putting her face close to the horse’s muzzle. The percheron appeared just as pleased to see her rider, for she gently pushed her snout into her face.

After their brief reunion, she looked at him. He was taken aback by her appearance. The new gown Mrs. Caldwell had provided her with was torn and dirty, her cloak ripped. Her light brown hair was loose over her shoulders, leaves sticking from it. But what took him by surprise above all was the hopeless expression in her eyes, the sadness. Something had happened to her since last they saw one another, something terrible.

“Miss Sheridan, what has befallen you? Did you fall off the horse?”

She shook her head, her lips quivering.

“My Lord, I am so grateful you have found her. She was startled and ran. I …” The sun had almost set and the moon was rising in the distance. The stars lit the   evening sky enough for him to see that her eyes were tearing up. She shivered, pulling her ripped cloak around herself.

“My dear, you are frozen. Here…” he took off his great coat and wrapped it around her before she could muster the strength to protest. “We must get you out of this cold. Are you well enough to ride?”

She nodded, pushing her arms into the sleeves of his coat. Tears were spilling out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Silas felt his heart melt at the sight of her and found himself overwhelmed with a desire to help her, to comfort her.

“Come, let me help you to the horse. We will ride to Ebshire and stay at the inn tonight. Some ale and soup will do you good. And a rest. Then we will determine what to do.”

He assisted her onto her horse and then mounted Claymore. They trotted side by side toward the town in silence. He found himself glancing at her, taking in her pretty face that was so marked with sorrow.

I wonder what she keeps to herself that is causing her such pain. If only she would tell me so I could help.
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With a position secured where she can also keep her horse, Penny finds herself spending more and more time with the Earl. There appears to be a forbidden attraction between them. She knows as well as he such thoughts are frivolous.

Things escalate quickly and Penny’s secrets will soon be unveiled, just not quite the way she thought they would.

These two are definitely made for one another, and it’s the Earl’s cousin’s attraction to a dairy maid that makes him realize it as all the puzzle pieces finally start coming together.

A Fast-paced, enjoyable, romantic and suspenseful tale.

5 Contented Purrs for Patricia!

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Born the oldest of three children, Patricia Haverton grew up believing that she’d follow in her father’s footsteps and pursue a career in science. However, her worldview changed when she decided to explore her British mother’s roots. The trip to her ancestral lands solidified her conviction that she had found her true calling in the romanticism of the Era of Kings and Queens.

A hopeless romantic and a firm believer in the idea of soulmates, Patricia changed the course of her life and decided to get her degree in Creative Writing and Psychology. As she jokingly says ever so often, “she lives in the past now, where love shows the way and Dukes save the day!”

When she’s not weaving tales of love that prevails, Patricia enjoys spending time with her husband, roaming the British countryside, where they have been living in for the past decade.

Now would be the time to let yourself go and experience the true magic of the Regency Era! Let your imagination run wild, live amazing adventures through the eyes of brave heroes! Like the legendary wise wizard, Patricia will be your guide!

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The Billionaire’s Navy SEAL – Sutton Billionaires Book 5 By Lori Ryan

The Billionaire’s Navy SEAL
Sutton Billionaires Book 5
Lori Ryan


A man struggling
to leave the battlefield behind,
a woman powerful enough
to help him all the way home.

Logan Stone should be happy. More than happy, in fact. He’s Sutton Capital’s newest executive, no longer a Navy SEAL in the line of fire, fighting for his country and his brothers-in-arms. Now he spends his days working side-by-side with Samantha Page, the sexy, brilliant woman of his dreams.

But Logan is fighting a different kind of battle; one no one realizes he’s in. While he’s focused on managing his PTSI, something much more sinister enters his world and he must battle to save Samantha’s life and their growing love.

When her life is threatened, he spirals downward. If he succumbs to the PTSI clawing at him, she’ll be left to fend for herself against threats neither of them could see coming.

Steamy romance meets heart-stopping suspense in the Sutton Billionaires Series. This is the fifth 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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Logan Stone is the newest addition to Sutton Capitol, even though he still has some PTSI issues he’s come a long way since the nightmares have stopped.

He was really early his first day and Jack questions him on it. He covers with he wanted an early start. Jack takes him to his office to give him some files he would later be reviewing with Samantha. Now as they are leaving the office they overhear a conversation between Samantha, Jennie and Tanya.

I have to say it was hysterical, and was one of my favorite scenes.

Jennie had been trying to convince Sam to hire a personal trainer. Sam’s budget could definitely afford it, but frankly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to pay someone to hound her to exercise. There would be no wheedling out of it if she wasn’t in the mood, which, most of the time, she wasn’t.

“And, tell me again why you have to divorce your gym?” Jennie emphasized the divorce part of the question, as if to stress how unusual it was to talk about divorcing a fitness center. Yeah, okay, so maybe that had been the wrong choice of words.

“It’s got bad juju,” Sam explained. “It’s cursed. You can’t deny the evidence. First, someone stole my wallet in the locker room the one time I forgot to bring my lock, then I ended up with a flat tire a week later, and yesterday someone sideswiped my car in the parking lot. They don’t have cameras in the lot, so I’m screwed. I can get her repaired, but she’ll never be the same.”

Jennie nodded and sipped her drink. Everyone knew Sam’s Jaguar was her baby. She didn’t splurge on things often, but that car had been her one great splurge and she babied it. Coming out and seeing the scrapes and dents all along one side of Dahlia had made Sam want to cry. Or hit something. Or throw things. She’d actually done all of those things. And, stomped her feet.

“That is some bad juju. Maybe you could join another gym. Mine doesn’t have an ice cream shop nearby, but there’s a donut place.”

“Ooooooo. Donuts could work.” Her grin was wide, but the reason for her and Jennie’s early arrival in the office walked through the door, distracting her from thoughts of food and workouts.

Three men and one woman followed the office’s human resources director into the room.

The men looked like they belonged in a magazine or on the pages of a calendar. One of those calendars. And the woman looked to be five feet one or two inches of size-zero gorgeousness, designed to make other women feel inconsequential, at best.

“You have got to be freaking kidding me!” Samantha said, probably a little louder than she’d planned to.

She heard Jennie sputter and cough over a mouthful of latte and had to admit to a bit of chagrin when Jennie turned amused eyes on her.

“What?” Sam said defensively. “You’re telling me you expected that for our new science and technology department? We should have gotten geeks and nerds, not underwear models and a woman who could easily pose for … for … for whatever the biggest fashion magazine is,” Sam said with a glance to her own outfit.

Sam would have no fashionable clothes if it weren’t for Jennie. When Sam’s online game took off and she started earning more money than she knew what to do with, Jennie helped Sam trade in boxy business suits for cute skirts and blouses that accentuated Sam’s curves. It had taken some talking to get Sam to see that, when showcased properly, her curves were beautiful.

And now Sam had a personal shopper who brought her clothes each month to choose from. She let Sam have her own unique style, as evidenced by the purple blouse and matching purple boots she wore today, which Sam loved.

Still, even with the personal shopper and help from her friends, Sam wasn’t what one would consider a fashionista. Hence, her lack of knowledge about the titles of the latest and greatest fashion magazines.

Her friend shushed her and laughed as they watched the HR director continue her tour, the underwear models in question following her as the group made their way across the room.

“I’m just not sure I understand your issue with it, Sam. If I was going to be in charge of getting those guys settled into the company, I’m pretty sure I’d be psyched, not complaining. I mean, if I didn’t have Chad, that is,” Jennie said with a sly grin.

Jennie was happily married to Chad Thompson, head of Sutton Capital’s security division and part owner in the company. Chad was also Jack’s cousin and best friends with Andrew Weston, Sutton’s Chief Financial Officer.

Chad, incidentally, was model-worthy himself. It didn’t surprise Samantha that Jennie was married to such a good-looking man, since Jennie could also easily have landed the cover of Vogue or some swimsuit or underwear spread.

Samantha, on the other hand, was a normal person. She was one of those “average” females you heard about, who wore more than thimble-sized clothing. She was taller than the average woman at five foot eleven. Oh, Jennie told her differently.

Jennie said she was voluptuous and sexy, and Sam saw that to some extent. But she also faced reality. If she were a model, she’d be showing off sweatshirts and galoshes, not underwear.

“Why am I not happy about this?” Sam gestured to the men who stood in a loose circle across the room, each with the kind of easy confidence born of above-average looks and a physical fitness level that can only come from years of honing and driven attention to exercise. “Because we need some normal people around here.”

Another coworker approached on Sam’s side as she finished her sentence.

“Damn right we do,” Tanya, the newcomer, said with a nod. Tanya worked in the finance department of Sutton and often had lunch with Jennie and Samantha.

“See, she gets it,” Samantha said to Jennie, as she bumped her hip in solidarity against Tanya’s, earning a smile from the other woman. “We’re surrounded by above-average overachievers who look like they were crafted in the Ken and Barbie doll factory instead of a womb. We need average guys around here for those of us that weren’t graced with those kind of genes,” Sam said, casting a glance at Jennie. “No offense.”

“Um, none taken. I think,” Jennie answered with a huff of a laugh. “So you were hoping for ugly?”

“Not ugly. Just . . . normal. They’re science geeks. I mean, come on. These people are supposed to be walking computers on everything from nanotech and biochemistry, to immunotherapy and whatever the hell else they do. They should, at the very least, be a little pale from being indoors too long, not tanned and glowing and all . . . all . . .”

“Godlike,” Tanya finished for Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Godlike. You’d think Jack would have given the teeniest bit of consideration to us mere mortals when he hired them. It’s just selfish, is what it is. Selfish and inconsiderate. Just because Jack’s all walking, talking sex-on-a-stick doesn’t mean he shouldn’t think of the rest of us once in a while. The guy could at least throw us a bone for once. Is that too much to ask?”

Sam looked at Tanya and grinned, expecting to find her co-worker grinning back. Instead, Tanya looked past Sam and Jennie, her face a pale, pasty color—somewhat like the flour-and-water glue Samantha’s mother used to make for her dioramas. In fact, she looked a bit like she might be sick.

Sam turned her head slowly, flinching the second she caught sight of her boss, the sex-on-a-stick man, in the flesh. Jack Sutton stood in the doorway of the office next to hers, another man next to him, both wearing expressions that clearly told her they’d heard every word she’d said.

Jennie only laughed, but given who her husband was, she could do that.

Sam heard Tanya squeak and mumble something about paperwork piling up. Sam knew if she turned, she’d see Tanya slinking back to her cubicle, where she’d no doubt crawl under her desk and hide.

But she didn’t turn to check on Tanya. She was rooted to the spot, trying to figure out how to get her foot to either come back up her throat or go down smoothly. Her size nine, chunky-heeled, purple boot that she thought had looked so cute this morning was going nowhere. It was firmly lodged in her throat as a weird, choked sound eked out past it.

Before she could come up with words to try to cover her mortification, Jack grinned and gracefully let her off the hook.

“Jennie, Sam, have you met Logan Stone?”

Sigh. Had she met Logan Stone? No. She hadn’t met him. She’d seen him, though. And drooled over him from across the room at her friend’s wedding three months ago. And she’d dreamed about him.

She’d lusted after his dark eyes and the five o’clock shadow that graced a chiseled jaw and outlined a mouth she wanted to bite. Hair so dark it was almost black. Thick hair she wanted to pull as he, um … so, yes, she’d dreamed about him. Hot, sweaty dreams that she’d prayed never to wake up from. In her dreams, they’d done a lot more than meet, going well past “hello, how are you” to “let me stick my tongue down your throat while we get started on our first-born child.”

Somewhere in the back of Sam’s mind, she knew running her gaze up and down the man’s body was rude, but who could stop themselves?

He stood there all dark and scruffy in dark slacks and a charcoal sweater that hugged his biceps and chest. He looked photoshoot ready, and Sam had a hard time not being grateful that he wasn’t covering himself up with a suit jacket.

She guessed going from BDUs and a flak jacket, or whatever it was SEALs wore, to a business suit was too much. She liked his choice of compromise just fine. She wondered briefly if spinning her finger in the air to indicate he should turn so she could see his backside would be too much.

Probably. But maybe?

“Hi, Logan. It’s so good to see you again,” Jennie said smoothly, next to Samantha, putting her hand out to shake the man’s. Samantha continued to stare.

Close your mouth.

Well, at least the voice in her head wasn’t dumbstruck. That was always a positive.

On the negative side of the scale was the fact that Logan Stone had just heard her tirade against her boss’s taste in men.

“And, this is Samantha Page,” Jack said, gesturing to Sam as she forced her mouth to close. “She was going to be showing you guys the ropes and getting you settled in, but I think she’s got some complaints to lodge with HR over your qualifications,” Jack quipped and Sam found her mouth falling open once again.

He was joking about this? She’d called him sex-on-a-stick and he was joking?

Samantha closed her mouth and cleared her throat. “I’m good, Jack. No complaints here. I’ll just, um, I’ll get, um ….”

Oh, my hell. Stop babbling and say something—anything—moderately intelligible. Or burst into flames. Developing the ability to go up in flames right now would be handy.

“Hi,” the man of her dreams intoned, his deep voice washing over every atom of her body, stroking her in a way she’d felt only in her dreams. “It’s nice to meet you, Samantha.” He said the words, but kept his hands shoved in his pockets.

And, with that, in front of Jennie, her boss, and the man whose kids she hoped to have one day, Samantha Page opened her mouth and said, “Gah.”
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Jack and Samantha have been attracted to each other since his friend Zach’s wedding. They had never been introduced until today and I have to say a lot of there interactions had me giggling. Samantha has no filter at all and sometimes she actually says what she thinks is only a silent thought.

Logan doesn’t mind this at all and is trying to be professional when he really doesn’t want to be at all.

A phone call from a former teammate, has him on guard but it doesn’t concern his employment.

Samantha discovers some of Logan’s PTSI problems on the way to lunch one day and then starts bringing him lunch when she gets her own.

Then things start happening with Samantha, that don’t seem to be coincidences.

Plenty laughter and tears in this page-turning, suspenseful, steamy, romantic, action-packed book.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Lori.

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Lori Ryan

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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Unmatched Love – Black Swan Book 6 by KaLyn Cooper

Military active duty women
secretly trained in Special Operations
assigned to governmental agencies
and the men who dare to capture
the heart of a Woman Warrior.

Unmatched Love
Black Swan Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


A crashed airplane.
A deadly virus.
A lethal woman.
A love unmatched.

The Ladies of Black Swan must secure sunken cargo more deadly than the Russian submarine looking for it.

When the team is diverted to Turks and Caicos on their way home from a mission, the only woman celebrating is Lei Lu Sorensen, Lady Kite. The only man waiting for her at home is another (loser) possibility from her mother’s matchmaker. Lei Lu is expected to settle down into the religious life like her parents and give them the grandchildren they crave, all before her thirtieth birthday.

Former SEAL Henry S. Morgan V is living his best life as Shakespeare, a dive shop owner on Grand Turk Island, thousands of miles away from the three-piece-suit life his wealthy family had planned for him on Wall Street. His biggest thrill on the sleepy tropical island is watching cruise ships bring new, scantily-clad beautiful women to snorkel and dive in the warm water. Until Washington calls him for one last mission.

As Black Swan’s dive instructor, Lei Lu is forced to work with the laid-back beach bum who runs the local dive shop. But nothing is what it seems, from the retrieval of the downed airplane to the unexpected chemistry between Shakespeare and Lady Kite.

They can’t let love interfere because if they fail their mission, the entire world suffers.

Unmatched Love is the sixth novel in KaLyn Cooper’s Black Swan series filled with strong heroines and the alpha heroes who dare to capture the heart of a woman warrior. Each romantic suspense features one of the active duty women secretly trained in SpecOps and a member of the Ladies of Black Swan.

If you like edge-of-your-seat military stories, billionaires, matchmakers, scuba diving, and sizzling hot romance, buy Unmatched Love today.

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Lei Lou is the only one of the Black Swan team still unattached. This is the book we’ve been waiting for and I think dreading since it could mean an end to the series.

As the book opens, Lei Lou has her first face to face kill and on top of that as they head home she’s informed her parents are at her apartment with another possible husband for her. Her mother has engaged a matchmaker to find a ‘suitable’ husband for her.

Fortunately for Lei Lou, the team gets sent off on yet another mission before even reaching the US.

Henry S. Morgan V, known only as Shakespeare to the folks on Grand Turk where he owns a dive shop gets an unexpected call from the US Navy. A call he thinks is a hoax at first. He’s been out of the SEAL’s for over three years, and can’t think of any reason the Navy would want him now. That is until General Lyons takes over the call.

He calls his friend Oli the island’s police commissioner to provide security for the airport where a team would be landing, and to secure the hanger for their plane.

I think I started giggling from the moment Shakespeare sees Lei Lou and then it was full out laughter as they encounter the mailman with the delivery they are expecting.

This is a favorite scene.

While loading up the bags into the police vehicle, an open-sided mail Jeep pulled up next to them.

“Hey, my man Oli, hoping you can help me.” Jacob, the island mailman, stepped out and rounded to the back of his vehicle. “You got any idea where I can find me a Captain L. Sorensen, U.S.A.F.? I got this suitcase for him. I thought the delivery note was crazy. It said he was going to arrive… tonight… at the airport. Crazy Americans. The airport is closed at night. But I’m absolutely supposed to deliver this tonight.” Stressing the last word, he spread his arms wide and danced in a circle. “Grand Turk may be a little island, but it’s a damn big one when I have to find me one American captain. I already checked all the hotels and he’s not there.” He dramatically threw his arms up in the air.

Jacob was known for his over-the-top drama… and gossip. It could take him all day to deliver ten pieces of mail and two packages. Spear had come to the point where he would often meet the mail plane at their tiny airport rather than endure the antics of their mailman.

“What am I to do? Oli, you know I can’t afford to get fired. Mia’s about to pop our next baby, any day.” The man who was two inches taller than Spear fell to his knees, his arms outstretched. “Oli, you gotta help me, man.”

Shakespeare wasn’t sure who was more surprised when the black-haired little beauty stood in front of Jacob, who was still on his knees. Their eyes were almost level.

“Where’s my box?” Her dark brown eyes darted to the Jeep then back to him.

When Jacob cocked his head, his dreadlocks swung to the side.

“Was I supposed to bring you a package, too?” The mailman’s body slumped over, his face dropping to the sand. “Oh, Lordy, Lordy. I’m going to be fired for sure. The Prime himself is going to come over here and fire my ass.”

“You said you have a delivery for Captain Sorensen. That would be me.” She stood quietly in front of him, her toes inches from his forehead.

Jacob lifted his head. “You be Captain L. Sorensen U.S.A.F.? He unfolded to stand, stretching to his full height. His gaze swept up and down her small stature. “Do you fly airplanes?”

“Yes. I’m expecting that package.” She purposely looked at the Jeep. “May I have it, now?”

The other women gathered near the trunk, a yard away from where Shakespeare and Oli stood.

After retrieving a large aluminum suitcase from the back of the Jeep, he wheeled it through the sand, stopping several feet from her. “How do I know you really be Captain Sorensen U.S.A.F.?”

“Oh, for Christ sake,” Lady Harrier said just above a whisper.

Lady Kite let out a long breath. Shaking her head, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her military ID card. Without a word, she handed it to him.

Jacob looked at the picture on the ID, barely visible in hangar security lights. He then looked at her. He twisted the card for better light, then squinted at her. “How I know this is you?” He waved the green card in the air. “I watch TV. These can be faked.”

Lady Kite closed her eyes. When she opened them, she gave him the most evil smile Spear had ever seen. She bent her knees. “How do I know that you didn’t open that case?”

She slowly took one step closer to him.

“Oh, fuck. This is going to get ugly.” Lady Falcon declared.

“I’m the mailman. I’m sworn by law not to open anything. I just deliver the mail.” Jacob sounded more than a little defensive.

Like a cat, Lady Kite prowled toward him.

“Then deliver my package.” Her grin broadened. “I don’t want to hurt you. I need what’s inside that case.” She stopped and leaned forward. “Now!” She roared.

Jacob’s eyes went huge as he handed her the extended handle to the case. “Yes, ma’am.” He turned to run back to his vehicle.

Shakespeare couldn’t help himself. He started to laugh.

“Mailman.” Lady Kite boomed. “Stop.”

Midstride, Jacob halted and didn’t move a muscle. He slowly looked back over his shoulder at her.

She wiggled her finger, indicating for him to come to her.

Spear couldn’t stop laughing. He had to turn away. He couldn’t watch.

Head down, Jacob took small steps like a scolded dog toward the tiny woman.

Once he got close enough, she held out her hand, palm up.

Jacob stared at her hand. Slowly he extended his hand as though to shake.

She shook her head slowly side to side. “My military ID card, please.”

“Duh,” Jacob said self-deprecatingly as his whole body relaxed. “Sorry, mum.” His gaze shot to where Shakespeare was holding himself up on the side of the truck, laughing so hard his sides hurt.

“You laughing at me, Shakespeare?” Jacob accused.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Spear’s cheeks were starting to hurt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so hard.

As Jacob turned to leave, Lady Kite ordered, “Stop.” She approached him. “Look at me. You didn’t see me. You’ve never heard my name because I was never here.” She waved her hand toward the men and women behind her. “They weren’t here either, so no one saw your embarrassment. None of this ever happened.”

Jacob stared at her as though he didn’t understand.

“I want you to forget that any of this happened.” She repeated.

He suddenly brightened. “Oh, I get it, this is where you flash me.” He opened his eyes wide.

Lady Kite lowered her beautifully arched eyebrows and glared at Jacob. “This is not Mardi Gras, or Carnival, or whatever you celebrate on this island. I am not about to flash you my ti—”

“No. No my lady.” Jacob started jumping up and down and waving his hands. “Flash me.” He made his fingers burst in front of his face. “Like Men In Black. Like in the movies. Make me forget.”

Tears were running down Shakespeare’s face. He could see the women turning around laughing, hiding their faces in their hands slowly shaking their heads. Oli was struggling hard to be the staunch commissioner and hold his shit together.

“Jacob.” Oli strode toward the island postman. “Thank you so much for coming out here and delivering this suitcase.” As he passed Lady Kite, he waved her toward the truck. Slapping Jacob on the shoulder and spinning him around toward his Jeep, he pulled the local man toward him. “What we’re trying to say is that we want you to keep this to yourself. There may be others who come to the island looking for the these wonderful ladies. We have to protect them. We can’t let anyone know they’re here.”

As he guided the man to the doorless vehicle, Oli practically shoved Jacob into the front seat. “You’re a federal employee and I know you take your position seriously. I’m asking you as the police commissioner, please forget everything you saw and heard tonight.” He pointed toward the ignition. “If I hear one drop of gossip about this, I’m coming to arrest you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Oli. Very clear.” Jacob’s hands shook as he jabbed in the key.

Shakespeare wiped his face with his hand before he got into the SUV.

With Oli behind the wheel, they pulled out onto the main road a few minutes later.
KaLyn Cooper. Unmatched Love: Black Swan, Book Six (Kindle Locations 404-463).

Then the fun begins as they find the plane they were looking for and plan their dive, There’s a lot more involved than just the contents of the plane and the pilots.

I love the way KaLyn makes me feel like I’m there, under the water, on the island, enjoying the beach. There’s the sizzle between Shakespeare and Lei Lou, lots of suspense, some interesting action, and plenty of laugh out loud scenes too.

It was awesome that all the men from Guardian get involved as well as Daniel being cleared to come with the kids.

I really hope this isn’t the end. I love these books.

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KaLyn Cooper’s romances blend fact and fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense.

Twenty-two years as a military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination.

She, her husband, and Little Bear (Alaskan Malamute) live in Tennessee on a micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When she’s not writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.

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Taming Rex – Club Zodiac Book 8 By Becca Jameson

Taming Rex
Club Zodiac Book 8
Becca Jameson


It’s supposed to be a temporary job in a temporary city with a temporary coworker…

Erica is a genius. She already has her master’s degree and has landed her first job. She knows she’s a misfit, but it would seem her new coworker is an even bigger nerd. The only time she can let loose is at the local club, Zodiac. A place where all her fantasies are indulged.

Rex doesn’t work well with others. How is it possible that the fidgeting, nervous woman sent to work with him is also utterly intriguing? As if he doesn’t have enough issues, his heart nearly stops when he sees her at his favorite club with another man.

Dayton hasn’t felt a connection like the one he has with Erica in a long time. He doesn’t care what her quirks are. He likes her. And the chemistry between them is nearly perfect.

Erica’s motto is work hard, play hard. If two men want to fight over her, she’s not going to stop them. But she’s certainly never been in a predicament like this before. She thought she could juggle a full social calendar. But it’s exhausting entertaining two men, and they’re behaving like Neanderthals. They need to compromise or take a hike. She does not have time for nonsense…

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I loved Rex in ‘Sharing Charlotte’, but it’s time for him to spread his wings and find someone of his own. He isn’t exactly looking but he figures he’ll know when he finds her.

On a temporary assignment in Florida, Rex is a little more than annoyed that his bosses have partnered him with a newbie.

Erika was excited to be on this temporary assignment in Florida, it’s her first job and she’s driven to do well. She’s also planning on playing hard at Club Zodiac, the only time she truly relaxes is in the Club setting submitting to a Dom who indulges all her fantasies.

Rex has already obtained a membership at Club Zodiac and he gets the surprise of his life on his first visit. He should have left as soon as he recognized Erika but he stayed but left as the scene turned sexual.

This is a favorite scene the next day.

She was deeply engrossed in code when Rex made a noise next to her that caught her attention, and she turned toward him before she could stop herself.

His chair was turned to face her, he was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. His face was whiter than usual, and he swallowed several times. “Uh, I, uh…”

She glared at him, no longer giving a shit about how it might appear to be confrontational with him. “If you’re planning to give me another verbal whipping, spare me. I heard you the first time, boss.” She emphasized that last word because he’d specifically told her he was not her boss.

His face went from white to red and he sat straighter. “No. That’s not what I wanted to say.” He glanced at the door. Erica followed his gaze. The door was standing open, but there were no voices coming from anywhere. She wasn’t sure anyone was even on the floor anymore.

Rex took a breath. “Look, I’m sorry. About earlier. And…” He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze going to the ceiling.

She couldn’t imagine what the hell had him so flustered, but she wasn’t about to help him out. Let him stew. She didn’t care. He deserved it. She would also ignore the fact that he was kinda cute with his cheeks pink and his hands nervously pulling on his short dark hair. In contrast, she turned her chair in his direction, set her elbow on the edge of her desk, and leaned her chin on her palm, feigning boredom.

He finally lowered his gaze. “Look, there’s no way to say this delicately, so I’m just going to throw it out there. I saw you last night.”

For a moment she thought her heart stopped, her mind racing around the events of the night. At Zodiac? He saw her at Club Zodiac? Shit. Wow. She tried to wrap her head around his admission.

He kept going. “It was horribly unethical of me. The moment I saw you, I should have left the club and then confronted you first thing this morning.”

She searched his face, trying to decide how she wanted to respond, while chewing on the corner of her bottom lip. His chagrin was beyond precious, and the truth was for some reason she didn’t care if he saw her. Maybe she should be completely freaking out right now. A coworker saw her submitting at a fetish club. Instead, she felt empowered by his obvious discomposure.

He swiped his hand down his face and slouched a bit. “I’m so sorry.”

She pulled her act together and decided to make light of his admission. “Sorry for what? It’s not your fault we happened to join the same club. Granted, I can’t say I would have expected to run into the only person I know in Miami at a private club, but who cares?”

He flinched, his face taking on a look of total shock, eyes wide, mouth open, no sound.

This was fucking perfect. She realized he’d been stewing about this for over twelve hours. He probably hadn’t slept, trying to decide if he would confront her or not.

Emboldened by his mortification, she leaned forward a bit. “So, you saw my naked butt. I assume you’ve seen others. Mine’s not the first.” It was weird to think he’d watched her orgasm, but it served him right if it made him this flustered today. She’d done nothing wrong.

He shook his head a bit violently. “No. I did not. I watched that older guy dominate you for a while, I admit, but I left the moment things went from impact play to sexual.”

She lifted a brow. “How long did you watch?” This was good. This was amazing.

He cringed. “Longer than I should have. That’s why I’m apologizing.”

“Why? Were you turned on? Were you jealous? Did you wish Dayton had been paddling you instead?”

Rex gasped, his back going ramrod straight now, as she’d expected. She’d only said that to torment him. Bingo. “No. No no no.” He shook his head again. “I’m not a sub. I’m a Dom.”

She lifted a brow. “Hmmm.” She narrowed her gaze, letting it roam up and down his body. “You sure?” It was hard to keep from laughing.

“Positive. Jesus. How did we get to this?” He shoved the chair back and stood to pace the room. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize.”

“Fine. Apology accepted.” She took a breath and forced a nonchalant voice. “No big deal. I’m not a prude. I know I’m awkward in vanilla settings. I talk too much when I’m in new situations. I fidget. I have nervous energy. I don’t fit in with regular people. But the moment I step into a club, I’m another person. I’ve found it calms me. I need the release I get from submitting. So, I go once or twice a week. I don’t care if you join Zodiac too.” She shrugged, not quite sure she believed her own words, but saying them anyway. “Just keep it to yourself. Don’t out me, and I won’t out you.” She turned back around to face her computer, using every ounce of energy to make it seem like she was unaffected by this extremely odd conversation.

Rex closed the distance, grabbed the back of her chair, and spun her around to face him. “That’s it? You don’t care?”

“Nope. Why should I? It’s a big club. We don’t have to interact with each other. I won’t even look at you or speak to you if you prefer.”

He held her gaze, his lips parted as if he couldn’t think how to respond. Finally, he licked his lips. “Maybe we should pick nights. You take Fridays; I’ll take Saturdays or something.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Are we too immature to share the room? Seriously, Rex. I have more to lose here than you do. You’ll inevitably see me naked. Maybe even tonight. It doesn’t bother me. Don’t let it bother you.”

“You’re going tonight?” He seemed shocked.

“Yep. I had a great time. Dayton was an amazing Dom. I’m hoping he’s there again.”

Rex swallowed hard and finally gave a sharp nod. “Fine. Perfect. If you don’t care, I don’t care.”

“Great.” She offered him a wide smile and then reached over to peel his fingers off the back of her chair so she could spin around to face her desk. She grabbed her mouse and pretended to focus on the screen.

There was no way in hell she could concentrate. It was a challenge to keep from shaking violently, but she knew she had the upper hand here, and she’d never felt more powerful in her life. Rex may have been older and wiser and have more experience than her in the tech industry, but she had just completely flustered the hell out of him.

She meant every word she’d said, but her stomach was in knots because now she desperately wanted to see him in action. If Rex was a Dom when he stepped into a club, that meant he too had a totally different personality when he was in his element. Because Lord knew he wasn’t very commanding at work.

Tonight would be very interesting. If he had the balls to show up.
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The next thing we know we have two Doms wanting Erika who doesn’t want to choose.

I absolutely loved every exchange, every nuance, and the OMG moment I never saw coming!

Plenty of Kindle melting heat, laughter, and so much more as these three learn about each other.

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

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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Gone With The Rogue – First Comes Love Book 2 By Amelia Grey

Gone With The Rogue
First Comes Love Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Amelia Grey


A powerful handsome rogue finally meets his match in Gone With the Rogue, the second book in the First Comes Love series from bestseller Amelia Grey.

She had an acceptable marriage of convenience. Now widowed, can this determined and beautiful mother find true and forever love?

The sinking of the ‘Salty Dove’ took her husband’s life—but it didn’t drown Julia Fairbright’s courage to endure. She creates a proper life for herself and her young son. But now, the ton’s most notorious rogue is back, and how he makes Julia feel is anything but proper. She can’t deny the desires he awakens in her, even though she knows that the handsome devil will surely break her heart.

Garrett Stockton owns a successful shipping company and is rumored to have a woman on every continent and half-a-dozen in England. The truth, however, is that Garrett has but one mistress: the wide open sea. That is, until he meets Julia, whose spirit of independence matches his own. What begins as a flirtatious battle of wits turns far more passionate than either of them could have imagined. Suddenly, Garrett’s only desire is to sail into the sunset with Julia as his wife and young Chatwyn his son. But she won’t take his hand—how can he convince her that his love is real and his heart is hers?

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The beginning of this book set me off with a giggle. Stuck in a tree by the lace collar of her dress, Lady Kitson Fairbright (Julia) was impatiently awaiting the return of her son’s governess so she could cut herself down. While she’s stuck she thinks about the conversation she heard between her father-in-law and his solicitor regarding papers and titles of properties that need to be disposed of. Since she’s alone in London with the Duke in the country fighting illness, she hopes she can find these documents and use them to free herself and her son from under the Earl’s constant watch.

Of course that’s when a gentleman stops under the tree and sees her predicament. Garrett Stockton is the first son of a third son and as such he decided to take on the seas and trade rather than depend on an allowance from his titled third cousin. According to society he has overstepped the boundaries of Gentleman and Tradesman. His company is profitable and he travels with his ships, collecting things all over the world to sell in London.

After rescuing Julia, he can’t seem to get her out of his mind and he knows she has some sort of problem with the Duke of Sprogsfield and would love to help her. Julia has to trust him enough for that as well.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The characters were fun and intriguing. Julia and Garrett are the perfect couple and relationship grew steadily throughout the book. Julia’s son Chatwyn is a delight and his interactions with Garrett were perfect for his age.

Lots of intrigue, some hold your breath moments, some interesting ways of handling people and a simmer to sizzle relationship that had me turning the pages until I was done.

I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us in the next book of this series.

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Amelia Grey (aka Gloria Dale Skinner) grew up in a small town in the Florida Panhandle. She has been happily married to her high school sweetheart for over twenty-five years. She has lived in Alabama, Connecticut, New Hampshire and now lives in Florida.

Amelia has won the coveted Romantic Times award for Love and Laughter, the prestigious Maggie award for best historical and Affaire de Coeur’s best American historical award. She has been a finalist for the Golden Heart and the Holt Medallion awards which are given by Romance Writers of America and numerous other awards. Her books have been sold to many countries in Europe, Russia and China.

Amelia likes flowers, candlelight, sweet smiles, gentle laughter and sunshine.

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Rising Tides – Wings of Artemis Book 10 By Rebecca Royce

Rising Tides
Wings of Artemis Book 10
Rebecca Royce


An embrace can offer comfort…

Amber Delacroix Chen reunited with her husbands only to have to send them off to war. Now a doctor, she works tirelessly to patch up the wounded to send them back to the front lines while protecting the people at the heart of the Chen Empire. She delivers babies, tends to the injured, the lost, and even her fellow physicians, everyone—except herself. Thankfully, she has her very own Z Warriors who will lay down their lives to protect her. After years of separation, anxiety, and pain, she is finally herself and the love she and her husbands share sustains her. In so many ways, Amber’s life is perfect, if only her husbands were with her.

An embrace can offer hope…

For their part, Amari, Shane, and Hunter are in the thick of the war with Evander. It’s a fight to save their planet, their empire, their way of life…and their wife. Time together is a precious commodity and fleeting seconds of passion must sustain them. The tide is rising and there is nothing they won’t do to win this war…but when enemies old and new come for them, there is nothing the Chens won’t do to save each other.

Their embrace can save them all…

This book opens with the men still off fighting Evander and the Chen empire being attacked regularly. Waverly is labor and Amber, now Dr. Chen, will be delivering the child. I love babies and apparently so to the Zansi ‘Z’ Warriors. Once Ari joins Waverly after the birth, Amber leaves the room to find her fifteen Z warriors waiting outside the door for news of the the mother and child.

While most of the women here have seen at least one of their husbands, Amber hasn’t seen hers since they left. With Evander blocking signals she hasn’t heard their voice or  even received a message. She’s also been neglecting her treatments as the med machines have been needed for others far more critical. It’s Wade who reminds her that she has to take care of herself to take care of others.

With that behind her she is recovering from the treatment when she gets a very nice surprise.

This is a favorite scene.

A knock sounded and I woke up, groggy and disoriented. I hadn’t slept long enough. If something was very wrong, I was going to have to medicate myself awake to replace the med machine drugs still warping my system.

The knock again.

“Yes. Come.” I pulled the blanket to my chin.

Brenden rushed in. “Dr. Chen.”

“What’s wrong? How bad is it?” I got to my knees. “I need a minute to pull myself together.”

He shook his head fast “Nothing bad. I thought you should know right away. Sorry, it’s just that Master Shane is here.”

Here? That didn’t make any sense. “Is he hurt?” I scrambled up. “I’m coming. Tell Wade I’m going to dose and be right there.”

“Dose with what? No, I’m not hurt.” Shane walked into the room. He patted Brenden on the shoulder. “I got this.”

The Z Warrior nodded before he exited the room, closing the door behind him. My breath caught in my throat, and I thought I might have squealed for a second before I covered my mouth. I wasn’t reacting to Shane being back in what probably would have been deemed a formal, correct manner. I wasn’t sure what I was doing.

I drank in his dear face. He looked good, healthy but tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, but that was true for all of us these days. His hair had gotten a little longer, a little messy looking. It was adorable. His shoulders were still broad, the shine to his hair remained the same, he hadn’t… lost any limbs.

He moved because I couldn’t, taking me in his arms so gently I couldn’t help my cry.

“Hello there, gorgeous.” His strong arms were steady. Shane smelled right. I shook. “I think you missed me.”

I lifted my head. “I’m so glad to see your face.”

He wiped the tears trailing down my cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m so glad to see your face, too. What were you going to dose yourself with?”

“Oh, doesn’t matter.” I kissed him because I could. His lips were soft—they always were with Shane—and reveled in the feeling of the slight bite of his whiskers against my face. He kissed me back, picking me up so I could wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I kissed and kissed and kissed him. I couldn’t stop. Too many months without him, worrying he was dead whenever I let myself even think along those lines, and now the surprise of his sudden arrival undid me.

He laid me down on the bed as he finally pulled his mouth from mine. “Is this an okay time in the month for us to be doing this? I tried to keep track in my head of when your treatments should be. I thought about you every free second so that was one of the things I charted in my mind. But then we had a couple of weeks that blended into days because of the battles and I think I might have lost it. Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you have to be in pain.”

I kissed his nose. “I had a treatment about eight hours ago. I missed some, moved some. It’s not always convenient for me to have them done. Other people need help more than me.”

He scrunched up his face. “Then you should be sleeping. I wondered why Brenden took off like a bat out of hell to come down here. He must have wanted to give you a second to try to rouse. I thought you might be hurt and no one told me. I chased after him. None of it was well done.”

I sat up, so close to him that our heads almost banged. “I don’t want to sleep.”

“Okay.” He kissed me lightly on the lips and then smiled at me. “Amber, you can’t know how it feels to see you right now. Some nights I wondered if I’d dreamed that you were still alive.”

Our mouths fused together again. I pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingers. He laughed as I got his shirt tangled over his head before I threw it aside. Applesauce ran into the corner to avoid being hit.

“Remind me I have to say hi to the cat when we’re done. He deserves a hello of his own.”

Shane was so sweet, all that kindness hidden beneath his serious exterior. I put my hand on his heart. It beat strongly beneath the pads of my fingers. I counted the beats. One. Two. Three. Four.

“Are you taking my pulse?” He nuzzled my neck. “Here’s a hint. Right now it’s racing. After I make love to my wife, it will regulate again and then probably slow when I take you in my arms to sleep for the night.”

I pushed back to grin at him. “I’m a doctor now. Officially.”

“Really?” The smile that lit his face would forever be in my memory. “That is such great news. I missed it. Fuck. Congratulations.”

I wanted to hear all his stories, all the things happening to him, but I also wanted to make love to him, and he wanted me, too.
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Shane’s visit wouldn’t be a long one, but it was enough to brighten Amber’s mood even in these trying times.

Let me say here, I cried a lot, you will need plenty of tissues for this book. I also laughed, enjoyed the babies born and I really can’t say anything else without giving away the story.

As much as I love all of the characters in these books, Amber, Amari, Hunter and Shane have a special place in my heart. This book is full of surprises and some trials for all of them.

I can’t wait to read 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.

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Release Blitz & Giveaway – Coming April 27th: Grinded – The Invincibles Book 3 By Heather Slade

The Invincibles Book 3
Heather Slade


When the odds are against them,
they fight for each other.

First loves torn apart…

With a Tuscan backdrop of romance and innocence, sixteen-year-olds Miles “Grinder” Stone and Pia Deltetto learn of love and loss. After a whirlwind romance, they return to their separate lives with a hope of reconnecting someday.

Broken and battered…

Severely wounded in battle, Grinder refuses Pia’s sympathy and pity. However, when he realizes the true danger Pia is in, Grinder will do anything to save the only woman he’s ever loved. With everything on the line, she’s forced to trust him with her estate, her life, and her heart. But has too much time passed to bring to shattered souls back together where they belong?

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Miles and Pia met as teenagers and fell in love. That first meeting during a vacation cut short, but they wrote to each other. They almost totally miss each other after high school graduation but manage a day. Then they finally get together before Grinder is shipped out on a very dangerous mission.

This is a favorite scene.

Four hours later, I raced out of customs at the Florence airport and into Pia’s waiting arms. My heart raced as I touched her warm, opened her lips with my tongue, and the rest of the world went silent. There were no more birds singing, no sounds of the traffic that surrounded us. Even the wind stilled as I focused solely on the way her body shuddered as I brushed soft kisses from her mouth, down her neck, to the smattering of freckles on her bare shoulder.

“Tell me there’s somewhere we can be alone.”

“Sì,” she said, leading me outside to where a car sat waiting. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”

I shook my head. “I don’t care.”

When the driver opened the back door and we got in, I pulled her into my arms and devoured her mouth like a starving man. We spent the next hour with our lips fused together in one long kiss.

The driver pulled up to what looked like a resort. I got out and waited for Pia to put her hand in mine. I pulled her close and kissed her again. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Come,” she said as I grabbed our bags from the driver and followed her down a walkway to a villa that looked like a miniature of the one at Valentini.

Once inside, she put her hands on the hem of my shirt; I grabbed the back and pulled it over my head.

Santa Madre di Dio.” She rested her hand on my bare torso, leaned up, and kissed me.

“Pia,” I breathed. “If you want me to stop… tell me now.”

She wound her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer. My blood throbbed, and my heart beat frantically in my chest. All at once, I felt like we were melting into each other, our two bodies dissolving into one.

She reached up and slid her dress off her shoulders. It floated to the wood floor, landing in a heap at our feet and leaving her naked but for her pale pink knickers.

“Touch me,” she demanded, bringing my hand to her breast. I couldn’t resist a taste. My mouth covered her nipple, and we both groaned. Her skin tasted like the sweetest honey; I wanted to lick her everywhere.
Heather Slade. Grinded (Kindle Locations 660-676). The Invincibles Book Three.

This mission doesn’t end well for Grinder, and severely injured he pushes everyone away, including Pia.

Now Pia’s Vineyard is in trouble and the people who should be helping her are causing her more headaches than help. Paolo the once boyfriend offers some help in the form of her traveling with him to sell her wine.

It’s on that trip to London that she runs into Miles again. Their reunion is explosive and then Miles gets called away without being able to say goodbye.

So much happens in this book, there’s lots of suspense, plenty of intrigue and kindle melting heat as pieces to the puzzle come together.

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

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Heather Slade

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

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

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

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The Groom – A Keeper Book 1 By Melissa McClone

The Groom
A Keeper Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone


He broke her heart on national television, but can they team up to win a million dollars?

Falling in love with Jace Westfall on The Groom was never part of Millie Kincaid’s plans. However, she’s learned a valuable lesson about trusting handsome men—don’t! She returns to her teaching job to forget the devastating rejection. But her school needs money, so when Millie receives an offer to be on another reality TV show, she can’t refuse.

Hurting the sweet and shy Millie was the last thing Jace wanted to do, but he had his reasons. Too bad going from being the fans’ beloved hero to the world’s worst villain cost him endorsements. Now, he’s on the verge of losing everything. To save his floundering business and family who rely on him for support, Jace agrees to do another reality show.

Forced together, Millie and Jace race from country to country. Their only goal—to win. As cameras capture their every move, one thing becomes clear: Money isn’t the only thing at stake. Now, they must overcome their past to win not only the prize but maybe each other’s heart, too. Will they cross the finish line as a couple, or will they end the race alone?

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Millie was heartbroken when ‘The Groom’ ended and Jace picked Desiree, In spite of all the offers she received after that debacle she wasn’t tempted take any. Until this one, ‘Cash Around the Globe offered something she really wanted, thirty days without her phone, without people asking how she was doing all while traveling the globe. Any money she wins she would donate to her school to help offset budget cuts affecting her students.

Millie was feeling confident and excited as the race begins, but of course the show has a major twist.

This is a favorite scene.

Ten feet from her blue backpack, she noticed a round zippered pouch with a globe imprinted on the front. Inside, she found fifty dollars, a small key on a chain, and a clue card.

“Make your way to Coit Tower,” Millie read for the camera’s sake. “You must travel via public transportation. Look for the green and blue flag. There you will find your next clue and something to take with you on the race.”

Take with her?

Her excitement swelled. A GPS unit would be great. Useful.

Millie reread the clue.

“Coit Tower?” She’d never been to San Francisco but had heard of the landmark. Heart pounding, she surveyed the surrounding buildings. High-end department stores, boutiques, and hotels. She saw a uniformed security guard and ran to him. “Could you please tell me where to catch the bus to Coit Tower?”

The guard led her to the bus stop. “Take the 30 or 45. Grab a transfer ticket when you board. Get off at Washington Square. Take the 39 to the top of Telegraph Hill. You can walk, if you’d rather, but it’s a steep climb.”

“Thank you,” she said as the 30 bus pulled to the curb with a squeal of brakes.

The bus passed through Chinatown and North Beach, also known as Little Italy. At Washington Square, she transferred to bus number 39 and rode to the top of Telegraph Hill. She exited. The camera crew followed her.

Tourists milled about the base of Coit Tower, snapping pictures. Not even the overcast skies detracted from the lovely view. Millie searched for a flag but came up empty. She hurried up the steps to the tower’s entrance.

Inside the circular lobby, she found colorful murals but no clue box. That meant she had to go up. Millie disliked— okay, hated— heights, but that didn’t stop her from purchasing three tickets from the gift store. With the camera crew and two students from Brazil, she crammed into a small elevator.

At the top, the doors opened. Everyone spilled out.

She climbed a winding staircase to the upper viewing area. A breathtaking panoramic view of jutting skyscrapers greeted her through arched windows, but she stayed far away from the edge.

For a moment, she felt very much like a small-town girl in the big city. And then Millie remembered… the race. Self-preservation kicked in. She located a blue and green banner flapping in the breeze.

“There’s the clue box.” A lock, however, kept her from opening it. “Good thing I have a key.”

Millie stuck her key in the hole, but the lock wouldn’t open. She tried again. “Why isn’t this working?”

She peered closer. “Two holes.”

Millie inserted her key in the other hole. No luck.

Fear pulsed through her veins. If she couldn’t open the box to get a clue, she would be eliminated. Over her dead body.

Leaving the key in the lock, she examined the clue box. “What am I missing?”

“This,” a male voice said from behind her.

She turned. A dangling silver key caught her attention. Millie focused on the man holding it.

Jace Westfall.

The air rushed from her lungs.

No. He couldn’t be here. With her. Now.

Millie felt wobbly, off-kilter, as if she were standing on the top of a mountain or a tall tower which she was. She struggled to breathe but managed only a few gasps.


That was all she could think about.

She was going to fall.



Millie thought she had prepared for everything. But not for this.

For him.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded ragged. Well, she felt ragged. But losing control would only give the show what they wanted. Drama. Obviously they had arranged for Jace to meet her here.

He waved the key. “Bet this opens the lock, Freckles.”

Millie winced at his use of the endearment. She couldn’t answer. She wanted nothing to do with him. If he were the last man on earth, she would gladly die a virgin. She gnawed on the inside of her mouth.

A second cameraman, one she didn’t recognize, moved closer.

She wrapped her arms around her stomach.

“You okay?” Jace asked quietly with a quick, concerned look.

Millie wished he’d stop pretending. His compassion was an act. He only cared about how the show portrayed him. She wouldn’t be taken in by his good looks and charm again.

Yes, she might have been heartbroken the night of The Groom finale, but she’d quickly realized everyone had gotten carried away on the show. Nothing, not even her feelings, had been real. “I’m fine.”

She stared at his jacket and his pants. They matched the ones she wore. Why would he be wearing…?

The answer hit her like a shot put to the head. The clue had said she would find something to take with her on the race. Jace wasn’t only here to give her the key.

Millie’s heart dropped to her tennis shoes and kept going over two hundred feet to the ground below. Splat. “You’re a contestant on Cash Around the Globe?

He nodded once, his mouth tight.

She cringed, feeling duped. Used. Manipulated. Again.
Melissa McClone. The Groom (Kindle Locations 177-216). Cardinal Press, LLC.

Angry but resigned, she accepts the fact that in order to continue, it would be Jace by her side.

I want to say here that I hate reality shows, but reading about it totally different! I loved the progression as these two work their way through the obstacles set by the show. I laughed and cried and screamed at my kindle.

I can’t wait to see what Melissa has in store for the next book in this series.

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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!

Justice for Angie – Police and Fire: Operation Alpha – Counterstrike Book 2 By Cara Carnes

Justice for Angie
Police and Fire: Operation Alpha
Counterstrike Book 2
Cara Carnes


She’s never met a fight she couldn’t win…
until now.

After brutally murdering someone in Angie Bierman’s dojo, the killer targets her first and then people she cares about to scare her off the investigation. Determined to prevent further tragedy, she does the one thing she can to keep them safe—run.

Six months and ten cities later, she’s financially destitute, emotionally spent, and desperate for help in the relentless fight for her life. One close call too many brings her into contact with an elite organization. Their offer to help is too good to be true. The ruggedly handsome operative promising to put himself between her and the psychopath hunting her may have no intension of mixing business with pleasure, but he’s a temptation she can’t resist.

There’s no line he won’t cross…

John “Twitch” Stanz spent years serving his country and returned home to help his friends run Counterstrike—an organization created to help individuals caught up in impossible situations. Despite all the lives he’s helped save before, the fearless, beautiful woman now in his charge is a danger he’s never faced. She’s tenacious, passionate, and everything he could ever want, but the beast chasing her won’t stop until she’s dead.

Twitch will use every resource at his disposal to keep Angie alive even if that means taking the bullet for her.

Dojo owner and martial arts expert Angie Beirman has left everything behind to keep the people she cares about safe. She had been attacked several times in a short period of time following the brutal murder of a member of her dojo. Angie was looking for some kind of evidence to point to the real murderer, she doesn’t believe that Hannah’s ex Eric was capable of it. She has a suspicion of a wealthy business man but getting the police to investigate isn’t happening. They have Erik and believe the case is closed.

Unfortunately no matter where she goes she is found and attacked. She’s been in Chicago only two days when hired thugs find her again. They don’t have the answer she needs. Injured, she runs yet again and she’s helped by two women who know just who can help her.

The network Zero D (Zoey from the Arsenal) started is the perfect way to help Angie disappear but there’s a problem they don’t know about yet. Counterstrike is the branch that will start the process and the Arsenal steps in to help when necessary.

This is a favorite scene.

Ben pulled out a cell phone. “I’m going to make a call, put it on speaker. Listen to what he says, then we’ll figure out the next step. Okay? I’ve helped a lot of people in trouble thanks to this crew I’m gonna call. They can help.”

Angie wished it was that simple. Rather than argue, she leaned her head back on the pillow and willed the pain away. Ben took her hand and squeezed as the line rang.

“This is Jade.”

“Hey, man. I’ve got someone here who needs help. Angie’s been shot. Looks like there was an altercation of some sort here. A local thug was killed.” Ben paused. “She has evidence of recent injuries.”

“Angie?” The man’s voice boomed through the cell phone. “I’m Jade. I facilitate entry into a network to help people in trouble. The more information you give me, the safer I can make you.”

Angie swallowed. Remained silent.

“Who’s after you?” Jade asked.

When she made no reply, Ben squeezed her hand. “This network has never failed anyone they’ve helped, Angie.”

“Someone’s hunting me,” Angie admitted. “I can’t prove who, but he hires local thugs to capture me wherever I go. Ten cities now. Six months. I’m sorry. You can’t help me with this.”

Silence descended a few heartbeats. Jade sighed heavily. “The shit you call in isn’t ever easy, Ben.”

The man smirked. “You wouldn’t want the simple problems.”

“True that.” Jade paused. “Zero D’s restructured the network. I’m gonna route the call to Counterstrike. They’re an organization that’s helping run things now. If things are bigger than they can handle, Zero tags in her crew. I’ll be honest. There ain’t much Counterstrike can’t handle.”

“Thanks, man,” Ben said. The line went quiet several moments.

Unease pricked Angie’s skin the longer she waited. Every wasted minute increased the risk someone would find her. Exhaustion demanded she give Ben’s contacts the chance to help. Running had gotten her nowhere.

“Angie? My name is Twitch. I’m going to help you get to a secure location.” The man’s gravelly voice boomed from the speaker. “Ben, I understand she’s not alone with you.”

“No. There are three others here. Several more saw her enter this apartment,” Ben said. “She was shot, too injured to move.”

“She’s stable now?”

“As stable as I can get her,” Ben said.

“Okay, good. Can we trust those around to keep quiet about this?” Twitch asked.

“What the fuck?” Isa’s boyfriend shouted. “I ain’t no snitch.”

“I’m more worried about you talking if whoever is after her puts pressure on you,” the man said. “I determine how best to contain the situation.”

“She killed someone in a local thug’s crew,” Ben said. “At least, that’s what we’re assuming based on police activity near where she was.”

“Angie?” Twitch asked.

“I had no choice. They attacked.” She swallowed the revulsion rolling through her. It’d become too commonplace to justify the blood on her hands, the damage she’d done to stay alive. “This wasn’t the first attack, won’t be the last.”

“It will if I have anything to say about it,” Twitch replied. “Ben, someone will be in contact in a few hours. They’ll want the names of everyone there now and as much information as possible on the altercation.”


“Angie, are you strong enough to leave on your own, or do I need to send someone to retrieve you?” Concern softened the man’s words. “I need an honest answer.”

“I’ll manage.” Angie sat up. Dizziness overcame her a moment. She eyed her backpack in the corner of the room, near the door.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” Ben said.

“I’ll manage,” she repeated, her voice stronger than before.

“Very well. We’ll trust her judgment for now, but you can take her the first few steps until she’s out of Chicago, if you’re okay with the risk. You understand what that means.”

“I do.” The man’s lips thinned. “I’ll get her out safe.”

“Get her out of there. Take us off speaker. I’ll give you instructions once that’s done.”

Angie stood, leaned against Ben. “I can’t let him endanger himself any more than he has. I’ll do it alone.”

“Let him help you, girl,” Vani pleaded as she stood.

“Thank you for saving me.” Angie hugged the woman. Then repeated the action with Isa. “I can’t risk any of you more than I have. I wish I could repay your kindness. Please, let me do this alone. You’ve done enough.”

Silence ticked by a few more moments. Twitch sighed heavily into the phone. “Fine. I’m going to trust that you can do this alone. But the first sign of trouble, and I’m sending someone to help you.”

“Fair enough.” Angie gritted her teeth and ignored the achy throb along her injured side.

“Call me if she gets into trouble,” Ben said.

“I will.” Confidence exuded from Twitch. Angie clicked the speaker off when she took the phone.

Determination kept her standing. She looked down, noted someone had changed her shirt. She picked up her backpack and winced as pain lanced her side. The corridor outside the apartment was empty. Thankful for the lack of witnesses, she exited the building.
Cara Carnes. Justice For Angie (Kindle Locations 328-372). Aces Press, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Right from the start of her escape with Twitch on the phone with her she somehow picks up a tail. This is going to be an issue, but ever persistent, Twitch gets her to safety and then finally on a plane to him.

This book is intense, suspenseful, page-turning, action-packed, and romantic with some sizzle too.  It is also filled with so many characters I love. It was great meeting Twitch and Angie and seeing the Arsenal folks as well as Cruz and Quint from Susan Stoker’s crew.

I can’t wait to see what Cara has in store for us next!

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Cara Carnes

Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.

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