Succubus Chained – Shackled Souls Book 1 – Paranormal Prison by Heather Long

The Paranormal Prison Series is a Multi-Author experience within the same prison, Nightmare Penitentiary aka NP. The characters are different but the venue is the same. A wonderful way to discover new Authors.

Succubus Chained
Shackled Souls Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


I bet you’re asking yourself why am I here?
What happened that landed me in this cell?
Trust me, you aren’t the only one.

Who am I?

You’d do better to ask, what am I?

*Please note this is a paranormal prison reverse harem and will feature aggressively snarky characters, a bit of twisted humor and a lot of passion. So come join an amazing group of authors in Nightmare Penitentiary, a place you’ll never want to escape from. The author suggests you should always read the forward in her books. This is the first in a trilogy.

Fiona is a succubus who had the bad judgement to engage with a hungry vampire. When he thinks he’s killed her he tries to save her and creates the impossible. A Hybrid, An Abomination.

The Vampire Prince sends her to Nightmare Penitentiary, with the intent of her never getting out.

Fiona isn’t drinking the blood they try to feed her, she only feeds when the Warden visits her and she feeds both her succubus nature and the vampire although the later under protest.

Fiona hasn’t asked to be rescued, she has more or less resigned herself to the fact she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Then a ‘guard’ shows up and expects her to just go with him.

This is a favorite scene.

Frustration filled his eyes. “Why are you being difficult?”

Was he for real?

“Um… look around,” I pointed out. “What do you see?”

“You descending to the darkest parts of the penitentiary, where even the most dangerous hunters would be loathe to go.”

“Cool, you run along then.” Dammit, I knew I should have gone up.

He let out aggrieved sigh. “Not without you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m here to rescue you.”

Rescue. Me.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say that upstairs instead of getting all monosyllabic and snarly?”

“Because you smell like another man, he’s been all over you.” He tilted my head to the side and then stroked his thumb over my throat. Told you Dorran liked to mark me. “He’s done it recently, too. Are you sure you won’t tell me who?”

“Nope,” I said. “I don’t fuck and tell. Rules of the game.”

Not really, but I didn’t know this guy, and rescue or not, I was not in the mood for this crap.

His lips compressed into a thin line, and he dropped his hand from my throat. When he backed up a single step and gave me room to breathe, I narrowed my eyes. That was an unexpected twist. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a pair of shackles, and I glared at him.

“No.” I was not going in chains.

“You have to,” he said. “I’m a guard. I can get you out if I escort you. But prisoners are not allowed to roam freely.”

“No.” I folded my arms. I was not going to put those on willing.

“I will take them off, Fiona. I promise.” The growl underscoring each syllable didn’t inspire confidence.


“I don’t even know you, why would your promise mean shit to me?”

“My name is Maddox.” He intoned it so formally, like I would recognize him by the moniker alone. Was it like Madonna or Cher? If so, ‘fraid it was lost on me. “I’m here to see you to safety.”

“Define safety,” I challenged. “And why I should believe you just because of your name, which for the record, doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Surprise crystalized in his expression edged by real frustration.

Yeah, I had a gift.

“Woman, I don’t care if you believe me. I’ll carry you out of here kicking and screaming. I can knock you out if I have to.” He dragged my arm out and slammed one of the shackles on. It burned as it snapped around my wrist. “I’m rescuing you whether you want to go or not.”

Why the fuck would I not want to go?

I just wanted to know whether I was going somewhere better or not.

He wrestled me into the second shackle, and I let out a frustrated scream as it closed on my free wrist. They were spelled. The magic in them burned where they rested against my flesh. Dick face— Maddox— stared down as my skin began to blister and smoke.

“That should not be happening.”


That was it.

This guy?

I was killing him first.

Shackled wrists and all, I clenched my fists together and struck both at his bloody nose.

If I didn’t break it the first time, I was damn well going to break it now. Unfortunately, he caught the slender chain locking my wrists together and hauled my arms up to slam them against the wall before he boxed me against it again.

“Stop fighting me,” he ordered. “The shackles have a spell.”

“No shit.”

“The spell is to help us get you out.”



Gritting my teeth against the blistering sensation crawling over my skin and scalding it, I asked, “Who’s us?”

A flash of teeth. “You’ll find out. When you come with me.”

I hated this man.

Alarms began to sound and doors above opened with a clang. His expression turned furious. When he turned that glare on me, I gave him a little shrug. Or at least, as much as I could manage pinned to the wall in his murder bracelets.

Heather Long. Succubus Chained (Kindle Locations 293-328). Kindle Edition.

Things obviously weren’t going as planned and between her bleeding wrists and no answers, Fiona’s temper was rising.

Maddox wasn’t the most diplomatic and with some help from Fin they calm her. It isn’t until the next night that they actually get her away with Rogue’s help. Well Rogue takes off with her so that counts, right?

I love this book, these guys don’t have a clue other than knowing they have to help her transition properly. Fiona has to accept both sides of her nature to survive. It’s the forth in this group, Alfred, who is the turning point in more ways than one.

Plenty of twist and turns, ups and downs, some giggles and plenty of Kindle Melting Sizzle, as we meet and get to know these guys who believe Fiona is theirs.

I really can’t wait for the next book!

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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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Ryker – The Mavericks Book 6 By Dale Mayer

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

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

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

The Mavericks Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


After his last assignment, Ryker is ready for a rest.
And he gets it—but only a few hours …

That’s even too long for a geologist kidnapped by guerrillas in the Columbian jungle. Ryker has plenty of experience in jungles around the world but, keeping Manila safe—along with the two men she’s traveling with and their injured guide—exposes them for who they are. It quickly becomes apparent, under these most gruelling conditions, which of her party steps up and which plan to step out.

Manila’s life has become one of never-ending misery at the hands of her captors as they await word from their bosses, who decide her ultimate fate. That she’s hunting platinum doesn’t matter to them. Nor that she’s fighting against the invasive illegal gold mining taking over parts of the area. When Ryker rescues her from her prison tent, she places her trust in his ability to get her and her team safely away. Not yet realizing she’d be gifting him both her body and her heart too.

Ryker needs to keep them all alive and together long enough to get them out of this hellhole—hopefully alive …

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After working with Asher, Riker is next for his own assignment. I really feel sorry for these guys, it seems that call comes before they have a change to recover from their last mission.

Riker had just arrived at his brother’s when his call came, he has one night and he was leaving for the wilds of Columbia. On the Navy cruiser he was traveling on he was approached by Miles, a friend and now it seems his partner on this mission.

Manila was the team lead on this excursion to find possible platinum ore. She has a couple of promising stones, but she’d like more. Unfortunately as she was getting ready to unload her finds she and her team are captured by guerillas.

So far they’ve been left alone, although with very little food or water. With her is a grad student, Andy, who seems to be holding up well, and a colleague Benjamin who seems a bit pessimistic. She has no idea what became of their guides, but that’s the least of their worries. Manila has faith that the company she works for will send someone in to get them, and prays that it’s sooner rather than later.

Riker and Miles find them without too much difficulty and manage to get them out the back of their tent. Now they needed to put distance between them and the camp.

This is a favorite scene.

Ryker didn’t know how far they had traipsed, but they were leaving a trail a mile wide. Couldn’t be helped when there were five of them, and three didn’t know how to slide secretly through the jungle. He took some time every once in a while to clean up as they went. It wouldn’t fool any real tracker, but maybe it could fool these kids.

Ryker kept on going until he noticed the woman stayed with him. He studied her closely in the half-light. She wasn’t panicked nor appeared to be anxious in any way. “Why aren’t you with the others?”

“Because you’re slowing down, trying to hide our path,” she said. “And I won’t leave you alone.” She almost sighed when she said the last part, and he rolled his eyes at her. “So hurry.” She glared at him, but she turned and immediately moved faster.

He raced up behind her, grabbed her hand to keep her with him as they ran and whispered, “We have to catch up.”

She nodded and started running. Of course, it sounded like a herd of elephants going through the brush, and that would immediately cause them more problems. He bent down and scooped her into his arms.

She gasped in outrage.

“I have to do it this way to keep you quiet.” He glared at her.

With a sniff, she subsided. “How is it you can run so quietly?”

“Practice,” he said. Between her and her backpack and his own bags, he knew he could manage a couple miles but not too much more. But the more miles they put between them and the gang of teenage guerrillas behind them, the better. If they were ever caught again, the guerrillas would not be so easy on any of them.

He kept running until they could see the others up ahead. At the sound of his footsteps, Miles immediately moved the others off the path. Ryker smiled at that and let out an odd whistle. It sounded like an owl, a cry of a bird of prey. Immediately Miles responded with an answering cry.

Ryker slowed when he caught up with them and lowered her to the ground. One of the other men, the tall young kid, stepped forward and asked her, “Are you okay?”

She wrinkled her face up at him. “I’m okay,” she said. “But apparently I was making too much noise.”

The kid looked at her in surprise and looked up at the man behind her. “Thank you for the rescue,” he said, his voice heartfelt. “I’m Andy.” He pointed at the other man and said, “He’s Benjamin, and Manila is our geologist.”

Ryker nodded. “I’m Ryker. He’s Miles. Let’s go.” And that was all he would say, but he moved them rapidly, his hands pushing and shoving to give them an idea of just how fast they had to move. And, with Miles leading, they headed off again. As soon as she made more noise, she winced and looked at him, and he nodded. “One more like that,” he said, “and you’ll get carried.”

She glared at him, and he grinned.

But he knew his teeth were flashing white in all this jungle darkness, and that would get a bullet between his jaws if he didn’t watch it.

It didn’t take long to come across more guerrillas. These were an older bunch, fully armed and more experienced. Ryker could imagine what they had gone through to live to be this old in their line of work. Miles and Ryker tapped out their strategy; then Miles took Manila’s two team members first, detouring deeper into the brush. Waiting a good thirty minutes, then Ryker carried Manila to meet up with the others. Another couple hours later, they heard more voices.

Following us? Ryker tapped out to Miles.

It took a minute or so before Miles responded. Can’t see them. Heard two on patrol. So I think not.

Finally, after four hours total on the run since being rescued, Manila stumbled to a stop, gasping. Her two team members were almost done too. Ryker looked at Miles and nodded. “We need a place for them to rest.”

“I think I hear water,” Miles said.

“And that brings its own dangers,” Ryker warned.

Miles nodded. “We need to go up farther toward a pool off the river.”

“Just make sure you pick one that’s not jaguar-infested,” Ryker said.

So the two softly wrangled back and forth.

Ryker quickly picked out a stand of trees, and, boosting Manila to the lower of the branches, he came up behind her. When they got up about another ten feet, he removed several other branches too, hacking at them with a machete, and made a crossways platform that would hide them from people below. There he pointed out a very large branch and said, “You can rest up there.”

Nodding obediently, she sank against the trunk and, with her eyes closed, took several deep breaths.

“If you think you can sleep here, I have ropes to tie you to the limb, if you want that added security.

”She nodded. “Maybe later.”

Ryker pulled water from his backpack and handed it to her. She looked at it in surprise and then drank greedily. Then she stopped suddenly and looked at him with a guilty expression.

He shook his head. “Yes, you shouldn’t drink too much at a time, but drink up whatever’s left,” he said. “We’ll refill it as soon as we get fresh water.”

She nodded and quickly emptied the bottle. When she handed it back to him, he slung both his backpacks up on a higher branch and pulled out a canteen and another bottle.

“I’ll be back,” Ryker told her. “Don’t move, and don’t make a sound.”
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Manila stays close to Ryker throughout this dangerous trek. A the hours turn to days, Benjamin becomes more and more irritated with everything. He takes whining to an artform and places all the blame on Manila.

A wounded guide, slows them down as they do their best to get him help. They need to know what happened and what they find starts them investigating closer to the group they rescued.

In all of this Ryker finds himself a little more than attracted to Manila. She has courage and fortitude not seen in many who have been held captive.

Once again Dale Mayer has delivered a page-turning, action-packed tale that has romance in the form of banter and just the right amount of sizzle.

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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Chiseled and Cherished – Moon Ranch Book 3 By Em Petrova

Chiseled and Cherished
Moon Ranch Book 3
Em Petrova


They’re enemies—with benefits.
But what happens when their secret is revealed…

On the surface, ex-bounty hunter Asher Moon’s got it all together. But as soon as he sets foot on the family ranch, he’s thrown back into his role as his dysfunctional family’s glue, and now he’s got his own ugly past to cover up too. Just when he thinks he can’t handle any more drama, in walks the one woman who can make him groan—in every possible way.

Asher isn’t the kind of guy Kinsey Reynolds can take home to meet Daddy. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t seem to keep the sexy man out of her panties. Problem is, he’s responsible for her brother going to prison, and that’s not something easily forgiven. As soon as she thinks she’s ready to kick Asher out of her life—and bed—he sweet-talks his way back, and the temptation is impossible to ignore…

Asher can’t trust anybody, not even a smoldering beauty who claims to have feelings for him. Kinsey wants the whole truth about the man Asher’s been hiding behind his tough-guy façade. But the more she learns about him, the more she fears she might be putting her heart at risk. Can these two opposites who attract create a happily ever after?

I’ve been loving this series and couldn’t wait to read Asher’s story.

Asher is a bounty hunter and his last bounty had some unexpected results. Totally shaken up, he returns home to Stokes but before he heads to Moon Ranch he goes to a friend’s birthday party.

Kinsey Reynolds has had a rough week but decides she needs the diversion of her friend Kelly’s birthday party to relax and unwind. It’s here she meets Asher and even before she gets that first drink they’re dancing but not for long.

This is a favorite scene.

Half an hour later, she left her apartment dressed in a body-hugging baby pink dress and heels. With her hair loose around her shoulders, she felt like a new woman, as far from her usual daily attire of game warden uniform and ponytail as possible.

When she reached Kelly’s house, she had trouble finding a place to park so made her own spot in the yard. Loud music greeted her ears. She didn’t bother knocking on the front door, because nobody would hear her anyway.

Bass drummed in her chest, and she cast a look at the packed house. Kelly had a lot of friends, but she’d obviously invited half of Stokes to celebrate her thirtieth birthday.

“Woo, girl. Lookin’ good!”

Kinsey glanced around to see an old high school acquaintance with a beer in hand bobbing his head to the music. Suddenly, she felt as if she’d tunneled back through time to her senior year of high school. The party guests, the music and the keg of beer in the corner felt like old times.

Okay, she’d only stay an hour or so, long enough to cut the cake and wish Kelly a happy birthday. Then she’d go home and have a big soak in the tub with her latest novel before falling into bed. Maybe she’d look at more rescue dogs. For a while now, she’d been considering adopting a pet—something to come home to and ease the stress of her life.

The guy waved his beer at her and ground his hips to the music. “Want some o’ this?”

She shook her head and moved through the crowd. People stood in clusters talking loudly over the music. Some sat in the corners of the living room drinking and vaping. When she reached the kitchen, she found Kelly seated like a queen on the kitchen counter, being hand-fed pizza by a hot body-builder type.

Kinsey giggled and swept forward to hug her friend, bumping the guy aside with a twitch of her hip. “Happy birthday! I see you’re taking full advantage of your special day.”

“Kinsey! Girl, I seriously didn’t think you’d come! Wowser, you look fantastic.” Kelly focused on the man who’d been feeding her the slice of pepperoni. “Doesn’t she, Mac? God, see those legs in high heels? I’m so jealous. And to think you’re stuck in that stodgy green and brown uniform all day long.”

Chuckling at her friend’s words, Kinsey simultaneously wondered why she’d chosen the curve-hugging dress and heels tonight. She hated being the center of attention.

Kelly jumped off the counter and landed on her own high heels. She didn’t bother tugging down her red skirt where it rode high on her hips, and then she grabbed Kinsey’s arm. “Let’s get a drink.”

“Okay, but I’m not letting you talk me into vodka. I’ll never touch the stuff again.”

“Not vodka. Nooo, I’ve got wine for us to celebrate.”

“That’s better.” She followed Kelly through the throng of people, who all shouted happy birthday to her as they passed. When they reached the bar cart in the living room next to the keg, Kinsey’s skin prickled.

Looking around, she caught sight of a man leaning against a doorway. One of the few not holding a drink, he stuck out from the others. Add in his height and muscled physique in low-slung jeans and a black T-shirt, and he definitely made a woman look twice.

His warm gaze locked on her, and her nipples beaded under her skimpy bra.

“Oh my God. Asher Moon’s looking at you.” As if avoiding being a true adult at thirty years old, Kelly sounded like a teenager tonight.

“Asher Moon,” she repeated with a shiver. “Is that who he is?”

“Yesss. Just walked back into town. I heard he hasn’t even gone home yet—he’s been crashing with an old friend here in Stokes.”

“I don’t remember him from high school.”

“Because he’s closer to my age. You were still in elementary school. I forget you’re the baby of my friends. C’mon—I’ll introduce you.”

Oh God.

Kelly dragged her by the arm up to the man leaning in the doorway. Up close, his hazel eyes looked like two bottomless forest pools, reflecting more than an alcohol-induced haze of the other men around her.


“Hi, Kelly. Happy birthday.” He leaned in and kissed her powdered cheek.

Kelly gripped his shoulder and gave him a big smile. “Do you know Kinsey?”

He shook his head. Kinsey definitely wished she’d foregone the tight dress, because her nipples were trying to jump out of the bodice and attack the gorgeous man standing before her.

Tall didn’t begin to explain him. Handsome either. Asher Moon seemed to own the room with a casual aloofness that told everybody he was head and shoulders above these small-town people he grew up around.

“Hello, Kinsey.”

Why was she staring at his mouth? God, his lips looked hard—chiseled into the granite of his face.

Kinsey scrambled for her wits and smiled. “Hi.”

“Now you’re friends. Have you seen Gray anywhere, Asher?”

He shook his head.

“My boyfriend is never around when I’m looking for him.”

Kinsey spoke up, “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.”

Kelly’s eyes sparkled. “One of them. I’m going to find him. Have some of that wine, Kinsey, darling.” She air-kissed Kinsey and vanished into the crowd, who threw out more “happy birthdays” as she went.

Suddenly, the music changed, and people flooded into the center of the room to dance. Feeling more out of place by the second, Kinsey chanced a look at Asher.

“You dance?” she asked. She had come out on a Friday night looking for fun.

His eyes warmed, but he didn’t smile. “C’mon.” He twitched his head for her to follow, and damn if her body didn’t sit up and beg at the unspoken command.

After he shouldered their path into the crowd, he stopped and turned to her. When he extended a hand, heat curled through her belly like a wisp of smoke. She placed her hand in his rough one, and he drew her in.

Her hips bumped his. And he began to grind to the music.

Oh God. She really couldn’t dance all that well, but her body reacted like it had taken classes. She swayed with him, and he brought a palm to her lower back.

“I like your dress. You look different from everyone else here.”

She didn’t—some were much more scantily clad and some looked downright slutty. “Thanks,” she said above the music.

His stare beat down into her, and her heart pounded in rhythm to their moves. “You grew up in Stokes?”

She nodded.

“Funny we never met.”

“Kelly said you’re close to her age. I’m five years younger.”

“Ah. Well, I’m happy to make your acquaintance.” He rubbed his hips against hers, and she felt the full-blown arousal in his jeans. Not any ordinary bulge—the man was packing.

“You wanna get outta here?” His steady gaze asked far more than for a breath of fresh air out on the deck.

Her body said yes. Her mind… Well, she didn’t have anything to lose. Leaving the party with the hottest man in Stokes—hell, in Colorado—didn’t seem like something she’d regret.

She nodded and slipped her hand into his. With a flash of white teeth that had her heart doing back-flips and warmth licking at her insides, he towed her to the front door and outside.
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Now Kinsey had meant for it to be a one night stand, as did Asher. However they get thrown together again as a pack of coyotes starts attacking ranches in the area. It also comes out that he’s the one who found her brother Trent after he skipped bail, and she’s a bit delusional where her brother’s credibility is concerned.

Here’s the thing, I love a really hot sexy book and this one definitely qualifies, but a lot of those scenes showed up where Kinsey is working. They were in the middle of nowhere, but I felt that even though Asher and her have that intense attraction, he totally disrespected her and her position as a Game Warden.

This is my least favorite of the series, I thought the others were much better story wise and I could see the love all the way through them. This one not so much. With this one I think I would have liked more story and romance, with fewer of those Kindle melting scenes.

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

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

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A SEAL’s Struggle – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 9 By Cora Seton

A SEAL’s Struggle
SEAL’s of Chance Creek Book 9
USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


She broke his heart.
Now she’s back.

When Win Lisle walked out on him five months ago, Angus McBride hardened his heart and committed to marrying a stranger to save Base Camp, the sustainable community he came to Montana to build. Now there’s just over a month until his wedding, he knows he can never love his backup bride, Leslie, and Win has come back—pregnant with his baby. What’s a Navy SEAL to do?

Five months ago, Win panicked. Faced with a positive pregnancy test and a choice—Angus or her family—she chose her family. After all, they once gave up everything for her. She’s regretted the decision ever since, and now she’s back, ready to commit to Angus forever—but Angus has a new fiancée who’s got no intention of giving him up.

Angus wants Win—bad, but Leslie wants her happily-ever-after and she’s not afraid to play dirty to get it. In this race to the altar, will anyone find happiness?

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It’s down to Angus and Walker, they are the last two that need to fulfill the marriage requirement set by Fulsom. Both men have obstacles to make it to the alter.

For Angus, he’s still in love with Win. She told him she was leaving because her mother was ill, but it was so much more than that.

For Walker, he’s still annoyed about Avery stealing things, but there’s also the problem of an arranged marriage to be solved.

Of course Fulsom has added a requirement, whoever gets the short straw this time, has to date a ‘backup’ bride and give her a real chance to become the bride. The woman has already been chosen and would arrive the day after Renata and Greg’s wedding.

Angus drew the short straw, with Win gone he really doesn’t have much of a choice, he’s going to date the backup bride Leslie and if need be, marry her.

It’s at the wedding reception that things look up, Win is back. However there is still the back up bride and Angus’ agreement to date her for thirty days. If he doesn’t they lose everything.

This is a favorite scene.

“Thanks for the ride—and the dress,” Win told Alice Reed as they stood on the front steps of the manor. Despite the cool night air and the imposing building’s closed windows, strains of music were audible from inside. Greg and Renata’s wedding reception was in full swing. Win was sorry to have missed the ceremony, but she hadn’t wanted to disrupt it. She’d planned to wait until the reception was over to return to Base Camp, but Alice, who’d put her up late last night when Win appeared without notice at Two Willows, had urged her to jump right into the fray and had driven home after the ceremony to pick up Win and take her to the reception. “This way everyone will learn at the same time that you’re back,” she said.

“Of course,” Alice said now. “You look wonderful in that gown. Angus will be so pleased to see you’re back.”

Win wished she was as sure about that as Alice sounded. Now that she was here, she’d begun to imagine all the things that could go wrong. Angus must be angry with her—

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Alice opened the door and stepped inside, inside, tugging Win along with her into the manor’s front hall. It was crowded, and more than one person gasped as they noticed who had entered.

“It’s Win.”

“Win’s back.”

Whispers rocketed through the room, and by the time they managed to find a place to store their coats, she was sure people in the ballroom had heard the news.

“You can do this,” Alice whispered.

Win squared her shoulders. Time to face the music. For the first time in months she stopped sucking in her stomach and trying to hide her pregnancy. Alice had chosen a gown that called attention to her belly rather than minimized it.

“You look beautiful,” Alice assured her again. “Come on.” She put an arm around Win’s shoulders and guided her through the onlookers into the ballroom. In one area a band played and couples danced. Tables were spaced around the room. Someone was serving drinks from a bar.

Win scanned the crowd.

“There,” Alice said and pointed. Angus was standing with Avery and Walker near the dessert table, a plate of cheesecake in his hands. Win noticed that Walker had his gaze pinned on Avery, but Avery kept her attention carefully elsewhere. Win’s heart went out to her; she’d had her feelings hurt badly recently if the show was anything to go by. Win had told herself every week not to watch Base Camp, but every week she did. She knew enough to feel she could read between the lines, even of the episodes Clem Bailey had directed. Avery’s eyes were hollow. Walker looked like he’d been left out in the cold with the bison herd he and Avery tended. Win hoped they managed to patch things up soon.

Avery was the first to spot Win. She stiffened and said something to Angus, who turned around.

A wash of ice-cold fear rushed through Win as he met her gaze. She held her breath. Would he say hello or walk away?

No secrets, she reminded herself. She turned a little to make it easier to notice her belly. Smoothed a hand over the small curve of it. Looked him in the eye and nodded. Yes, she was pregnant. Yes, the baby was his.

She would never know who moved first, but a moment later, she was pushing through the crowd, unable to wait a second longer to hear his voice—feel his touch. Cameramen pressed around them, jostling to get footage of their reunion, but she didn’t care.

“Angus.” Could he hear all she meant to say in that one word?


“I’m sorry.” That was all she could manage before tears clogged her throat and blurred her vision.

It didn’t matter.

Because Angus pulled her into his arms and kissed her for all he was worth.
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When we meet Leslie let me just say I wanted to slap her silly and not only because she’s there to marry Angus, the woman doesn’t stop talking.

Her first meeting with Win was as interesting as it was one sided, on Leslie’s part. The woman can babble like there’s no tomorrow. The woman is also determined to get Angus to the altar.

Plenty of twists and turns add to the story and the undeniable love between Angus and Win just keeps shining through. A couple of major surprises and of course there’s plenty of heat.

In spite of the fact this series will be ending I can’t wait for the next book!

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

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

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Inside the Egg – A Seven Wardens Story by Skye MacKinnon and Laura Greenwood

Inside the Egg
A Seven Wardens Story (Book 9)
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
Laura Greenwood


Macey thought she was done saving the world…she was wrong.

When Amber uncovers an egg that could destroy the world, Macey and the other Wardens are drawn into a race against time to defeat the evil lurking inside the egg.

Can they give in to the egg’s demands? Or is there a way to restore balance to the world without giving in?

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While I still haven’t caught up on this series, I really enjoyed this short story.

Izban gave Amber a Dragon egg because she missed having pets. When Macey sees it she starts asking questions Amber couldn’t answer.

This is a favorite scene.

Macey stared at the giant golden egg in her hands.

“And you’re sure this is a dragon egg?” she asked Amber, who was grinning at Macey’s stunned expression.

“Izban promised. He knows how much I miss having pets.”

Macey choked. “You’re going to have a dragon as a pet?”

“Hey, you have five guys to keep you company. Sometimes, Izban just isn’t cuddly enough.”

The beithir was right about that. Macey was constantly kept busy by her partners. They either wanted something from her, or decided she was in need of attention. Not that she complained. She loved them, each and every one. Cam and Flint, both wraiths but as different as day and night. Jared, the passionate incubus. Ronan, her gentle selkie. And Luc, the daimon who’d given up everything for her. She was truly blessed. Even if she sometimes missed having some alone time.

“How big is it going to get?” she asked her friend.

“Well, I guess dragon-big? But dragons live for centuries, so I assume they grow quite slowly.”

“You assume? There’s a lot of guesswork going on.”

Amber shrugged. “I’m planning to go to the library soon to find something on dragon husbandry. There has to be a guide somewhere. How else would people know how to raise dragons?”

Macey cocked her head to the side and studied her best friend. Was she being serious? A dragon sounded like a lot of trouble, even for a girl who could shift into what was ultimately a giant flying snake. And if Macey had learned anything from her adventures, it was that most things weren’t what they seemed on the outside. And almost all of them were more dangerous.

“Why don’t I come with you?” she suggested. She had plenty of time, with her men busy doing their own thing.

Jared was still asleep, completely sated from last night’s activities and in some kind of incubus stupor. Flint and Cam were off running errands, while Luc visited his mother, and Ronan was doing…

She frowned. She didn’t actually know what Ronan was doing, but she hadn’t seen him in a few hours.

Amber squealed with delight. “Yes, it’ll be just like old times.”
Skye MacKinnon; Laura Greenwood. Inside the Egg (Kindle Locations 62-79). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

In order to find out more about the egg they go to the library. What they discover isn’t a good thing, at least they don’t think so.

Quite a few twists and turns as a snake leaves the inside of the egg to attach itself to Amber.

A few interesting encounters including one with Macey’s mother.

I really have to read this series from the beginning.

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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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Shielding Gillian – Delta Team Two Book 1 by Susan Stoker

Shielding Gillian
Delta Team Two Book 1
NY Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal
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Susan Stoker


As an event planner, Gillian Romano’s an expert at rolling with the punches and solving unexpected problems. But her flight getting hijacked while returning from a job is definitely out of her skill set. Passengers are being murdered, and when she’s chosen by the terrorists to be their mouthpiece, even more innocent lives rest on Gillian’s shoulders. Only the calm, reassuring voice on the other end of the line keeps her sane, forging a bond with a stranger she’s never seen but trusts with her life.

Walker “Trigger” Nelson and his Delta Force team have spent years training for close-quarter hostage rescue. When they get called to South America to attempt to save an airplane full of hostages, he doesn’t expect to meet a woman who rocks his world in the middle of the op. Gillian’s cool head and bravery in the face of certain terror—and possible death—blows him away. Any outcome that doesn’t include Gillian leaving that plane alive and well is not an option.

After their safe return to Texas, both Trigger and Gillian are excited to find out if their instant chemistry can survive the real world. Neither realizing that someone isn’t happy with the outcome of the hijacking, and is watching, waiting, for a second chance to strike.

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As Ghost and his team start stepping back, it’s time for another team to take the limelight, this book introduces us to the men of Delta Team 2.

We jump right in with a hijacked plane and a passenger told to be their spokesperson or die.

Gillian is really wishing she hadn’t taken that extra day to relax after the event she planned was over. Now she’s on a hijacked plane and scared out of her mind, but knows she has to get through to the authorities the seriousness of the demands.

She’s relieved when the original person is replaced with someone else, and American, military. She just has to hold on and give these men what they need to succeed at this rescue.

Trigger Walker and his team get valuable information from Gillian, but things go sideways but they succeed.

This is a favorite scene.

“I don’t know, and right now I don’t care. All I care about is that they’re dead and you’re not,” Walker said.

“I think they were going to take me with them,” she whispered. “Thank you for making sure that didn’t happen.”

“No way in hell was I going to let them do that,” Walker told her. Then he slowly pulled her into him once again.

Gillian rested her cheek on his chest. He was taller than she was, but they still fit together perfectly. She knew she needed a shower, and she had Alberto’s blood in her hair and on her clothes, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could focus on was the man holding her.

She’d never felt for anyone the way she felt about Walker at this moment.

She was well aware it was because she’d almost died. She was shaking with the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. But some distant, stubborn part of her whispered that this was real. That Walker felt something for her, and not just because he was doing his job.

“We need to get gone,” one of his friends said gently from next to them. For a second, Gillian gripped Walker tighter, then she took a deep breath and picked her head up off his chest. He didn’t immediately loosen his hold. They stared at each other for a long moment before he reluctantly—at least, she thought it was reluctantly—dropped his arms.
Gillian swayed, and Walker immediately reached out and steadied her with a hand on her biceps. She flinched, and he frowned.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt after all? Let me see.”

“I’m okay,” Gillian reassured him. “That’s just the same place those assholes assholes liked to grab me and haul me around. It’s just bruises. They’ll heal.”

She thought he mumbled something about how he should’ve killed them slowly, but then he brought his hand up to her face. His thumb rubbed her cheek, and she watched him taking her in slowly. His gaze flicked from the top of her head to her eyes, then her cheeks, and finally her mouth.

She couldn’t help but wipe her tongue over her suddenly dry lips, and she loved that his pupils seemed to dilate at seeing the movement.

“What happens now?” she asked quietly.

“The US government has chartered a flight to get you and the other Americans back home as quickly as possible. Venezuela is not a country you want to spend any more time in than necessary right now. Much of the government is corrupt and it’s dangerous as hell.”

“Yeah, I think I found that out the hard way,” Gillian quipped.

His lips quirked up into a smile, but he quickly got serious again. “I’m sure you’ll be interviewed about what happened. You should see a doctor to make sure you’re all right physically, as well.”

“I will,” she told him. “What should I say about you and your friends?”

“What do you mean?” he asked with a frown.

“I just…I guess I assumed you’d want your role in what happened here to be downplayed.”

“Why would you think that?” Walker asked.

Feeling awkward, like maybe she’d misread the entire situation, Gillian said, “You said you were stationed in Texas, which means you’re in the military. And since it’s just you guys, and not a whole platoon of men, I’m also guessing you’re special forces of some kind? And because of the relationship between the US and Venezuela, I’m further assuming what you did today should be downplayed.”

When no one said anything, Gillian looked down at her feet. “Or I’m just a girl who reads too much. Never mind, forget I said anything.”

She felt a finger under her chin and looked up into Walker’s eyes. “I knew you were a smart cookie. I’m sure the people who interview you will know who we are and what our role was, so you can be honest with them. But once you’re home…yeah, it would be good if you didn’t talk about us with the media or anyone else.”

“What about my best friends? Ann, Wendy, Clarissa, and I tell each other everything. We’re more like sisters than friends. I can keep most of the details secret, but they’ll know I’m lying if I don’t tell them something.”

“Use your best judgement,” Walker said.

“I like her,” one of his friends said from behind them.

“Me too,” someone else chimed in.

She saw Walker shake his head in bemusement at his friends, but he didn’t take his eyes from hers. He leaned forward and said softly, “You’re amazing, Gillian Romano. I’m in awe of your strength.”

Then he straightened and took a step away from her.

Gillian shivered, even though it wasn’t close to being cold.

She heard yelling, and turned her head to see at least a dozen men headed toward them wearing camouflage uniforms. She looked back at Walker and saw a mask had fallen across his features. He was back in business mode.

“Will I see you again?” she blurted. When he didn’t immediately respond, she awkwardly said, “I mean, I live in Austin, and I’m assuming you’re stationed at Fort Hood because, you know…it’s Army, and really big.”

She couldn’t interpret the look on his face, but she was relieved to see his expression change. Get softer.

“Go with the Venezuelan officials,” he urged. “Be safe, Di. You never know who might just show up on your doorstep someday.”
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Now back home, Trigger is confronted first by Lucky but Grover, Doc, Brain, Oz and Lefty also put their two cents in about his attitude. He’s constantly thinking about Gillian and it shows.

It’s Brain who gives him the perfect excuse to go see her, but he almost totally screws that up too.

Now you know Susan isn’t going to let Gillian off that easy and everything starts ramping up from here, and I do mean everything.

Plenty of suspense, lots of romance and some sizzle and this one kept me guessing until the end.

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

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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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Paused – Time Captive Book 1 by Heather Long

Time Captive Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Their lives are on hold…

Dr. Valda Bashan wakes to the inexplicable—a biosphere where she and four others are the only occupants. Before this place, she possessed a life and a career. A computerized voice welcomes her to the biosphere and the job she’s apparently accepted. The terms are clear, she and her companions have to survive there for a year, and only when the time is up, will they be free.

Her companions trouble her on a deeply personal level…

Andreas, Hatch, Oz, and Dirk couldn’t be more different. Each man seems to be in the same predicament as her. No one remembers agreeing to the project or what task they have to complete. If they can’t work together, they may never be able to escape.

The first order of business: learn to get along. Though that task may be the most impossible of all, because everyone seems to be hiding secrets.

**Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. This is the first in a trilogy and the story will continue through future books.

***Previously published as Their Memoriam by Jazz Michaels, a pen name. Now re-edited and proofed for re-release.

When I started reading this I immediately thought, how apropos, a pandemic. I knew this book had been written a few years ago and once again marveled at how Heather Long can weave a tale that enthralls from the very first page.

From the first page I was intrigued and as each of the characters awaken from life pods my curiosity grew. Beginning with Valda the apparent Team Lead, and the next day her team. Each waking with the same needs but also differences.

This is a favorite scene after solving the puzzle of what one of the guys ate.

“Seems like we all signed up of our own volition,” Oz said, though his careful phrasing held elements of doubt.

“Some of us signed up for personal reasons.” Hatch glanced from me to Rossi, then back again.

“You need to fuck off.” Still, Rossi kept staring at me.

“Do we know each other?” It was tantamount to admitting I did suffer from memory loss.

“I have my orders.” The AJ’s reply wasn’t an answer.

“Way to duck the truth,” Hatch echoed my thoughts.

“Whether we knew each other or not is irrelevant.”

Not to me, but I bit my tongue and kept it to myself. Rossi had proven his trustworthiness several times today and continued to demonstrate it now. I wasn’t comfortable with personal discussions and observations. We could take it up later, when we were alone.

“Says you.” Hatch stood up and paced. “Says all of you. Memory loss— for all of us? Except you? I’d call that convenient.”

“The captain isn’t the only one who isn’t suffering from memory loss,” Oz offered into the quiet. Thankfully, he pulled all of our attention with the announcement. “I was approached about a specialized program and asked to participate. I was also told it required non-disclosure and it was on a need to know.”

The description was anticlimactic. All Oz knew was he didn’t know.

If he told the truth. I didn’t have enough empirical evidence to ascertain whether I could trust his veracity or not. His smile was nice. Pretty faces told lies just as easily as unpleasant ones.

“So you were recruited for a classified project in an undisclosed location that you knew nothing about,” Andreas summed it up, and banged his head against the pillow. “Not helpful.”

“I didn’t say it was helpful, I wanted to indicate that memory loss or lack thereof isn’t a marker for what we’re doing here or motives for any of us.” Oz made a fair point. We didn’t know each other, and we didn’t know why we were here.

“What we do know,” I said, trying to compartmentalize the data. “We all apparently volunteered. We filmed messages to ourselves. They also seemed… scripted, and they were filmed in non-descript locations with no corporate or even governmental identification. We know we arrived in lifepods, and that we are in a place designated as Biosphere One. We each have a suite, and I am presuming a few personal items each. There is a large garden in the sublevel with a faux sun and fresh air. The air in here is recycled and ionized. I have a laboratory, and Doctor Morgan has the infirmary.”

As I ticked off the details, I was able to organize it. Continuing, I found myself staring at one of the empty beds. “There are only five beds in here, which is odd, because there are five of us— but one would presume we would not all require medical treatment at the same time, because there’s no one to look after us. The computer has specified details on us and provided different details to each of us— or perhaps only to the three of us who are scientists. We’re here for a year, and today is day two.”

“Day one for some of us,” Rossi said, his attention fixed on me. “But what does the day have to do with it?”

“We have roughly 363 solar days to get through if we’re running on Earth time.”

That had their attention.

If we’re on Earth. If not, we may have longer or shorter depending on the solar rotation of the planetary body.” The very thought had the oxygen clawing to escape my lungs. “That is not our primary concern.”

“Seriously?” Hatch gaped at me, then shook his head. “I’ll bite. What’s our primary concern?”

An even more unsettling proposition, I feared. “Survival.”
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I loved the vivid descriptions of the Biosphere and the gradual settling into a team rather than individuals. Although it took Valda longer to reach that point.

There is attraction between them that is undeniable but still no clue as the purpose of the sphere.

I have to say I wasn’t prepared for the answers given and was truly shocked but not appalled. There’s lots of suspense, intrigue, secrets and sizzling romance.

I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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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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Prison Princess – Paranormal Prison By CoraLee June & Rebecca Royce

The Paranormal Prison Series is a Multi-Author experience within the same prison, Nightmare Penitentiary aka NP. The characters are different but the venue is the same. A wonderful way to discover new Authors.

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CoraLee June
Rebecca Royce


Imprisoned, tormented and forgotten…

I’ve never seen the outside of these four walls. I was born in Nightmare Penitentiary, and I’ll probably die here too.

Or so I thought.

When an assassin captures me, I realize I’m far more powerful than anyone knows. I’m a princess. A Druid. The last of my kind. I command the earth and the moon speaks to me. There is royal blood running through these veins.

Tasked with bringing me back to my family, my captor is stuck by my side. The more time we spend together, the more I learn about the birthright stolen from me and the enemy who stole it. And the longer I’m with my assassin, the more my heart softens.

I never imagined that a harsh, lonely man would bring help. I never thought that leaving Nightmare would put me on a much different path. A path full of hope. Of freedom. Of love. A path that leads to accepting my birthright, with an assassin by my side.

But the future is blurry. There are two roads. One leads to happiness—to love. The other leads to demise. And even I can’t see which one wins.

Layne grew up in Nightmare Penitentiary, she doesn’t know her mother and had several woman play that role as she grew up. Inmates that received a reduced sentence for that care.

Her routine was the same every day and she marked her days by meals and her years by visits from the warden. Never allowed out, bathing was during daylight, she was denied the moon except for once and now she craves it again.

Hired by her parents Cypress shows up just as she’s trying to stand in the moonlight, then all the fun begins.

A treacherous journey as Layne learns a bit about her heritage, but even scarier, her powers, which now that she is free are ramping up.

Plenty of intrigue, combined with battles, and an interesting reunion with her parents, to her love for Cypress.

I loved the build up of everything in this book, from the powers to the romance a delightful read.

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I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into developing real, raw, and relatable characters.

I like flawed and beautiful things.

I’m a Texas State University English Major, and my wild affair with literature began at a young age. I’ve always stayed up past my bedtime to read the stories your mother wouldn’t approve of.

I love angst. I love to crack open a book and borrow the character’s emotions for a bit. It’s how I approach writing, too.

I live in Dallas, Tx with my husband and two beautiful, headstrong daughters. I enjoy long walks through the ice cream aisle at my local grocery store and listening to gangster rap in my minivan.

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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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Cas – Heroes at Heart Book 8 By Maryann Jordan

Heroes at Heart Book 8
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan


The true measure of a man is not in the mistakes he makes…but in how he handles those mistakes.

For Cas, raised with seven brothers by the indomitable Miss Ethel, he reveled in being able to be himself. A dreamer. An artist. A woodcarver.

And when she moved next door, he had no idea his childhood friend would eventually become a young love, only to be taken away.

Years later, living alone, Cas discovered that sometimes miracles can repeat themselves and second chances are possible.

The final Heroes at Heart, based loosely on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Scenes and language similar to what you would find in an R-rated movie.

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Cas was thirteen when a young girl and her father moved in across the street from Miss Ethel’s. She was a pretty little girl with long black hair, pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. He was a little annoyed when she first introduced herself but found himself tolerating her.

Bianca was intrigued by Cas and the fact he has 7 brothers, referring to them as dwarfs like in Sleeping Beauty and Cas wasn’t going to contradict her, he got a kick out of it.

Once she met the others she said they were much more like giants and instead of comparing Cas to the prince she informs them he’s more like the hunter. She spent many days at Miss Ethel’s while her father worked, even after he remarried.

They lost touch when she moved away, her father had given in to his new wife and found a position in California. Cas graduated high school and following his brother’s footsteps enlisted in the Army. Bianca always managed to sneak into his thoughts and he hoped all was well with her.

Years have passed and Bianca’s father died, she has her mother’s inheritance and actually had to go to court because her stepmother contested the will. Having won that battle she travels back to Virginia to where she was once truly happy.

This is a favorite scene.

Cas had spent the morning in his workshop, applying a second coat of stain to the Hansel and Gretel bed. Once satisfied, he headed inside his house for lunch, then spent time at his computer looking through some of the marketing plans Cael had sent to him. Regina had created a website to show the restoration work Cael did on old homes and recently suggested that Cas have a website for his handmade furniture.

Tired of looking at various sites, he leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head. It dawned on him that he had not seen Princess since he came back into the house. She often disappeared, finding a sunny corner to sleep in, but never missed a meal.

He began searching room by room but was unable to locate her. His concern ratcheted up with every moment she remained unfound. He had raised his bedroom window overnight to allow a breeze to come through. Princess often liked to sit on the windowsill, sniffing the fresh air. Moving to his window, he was stunned to see that the screen was loose from its frame, creating an opening that had bits of white fur caught in it.

Horrified that she might have gotten outside to chase something she spied, he raced through his house and out the back door. He had no idea how to locate her since her deafness kept him from calling out.

Heart pounding, he raced around the perimeter of his house, not seeing her. Looking toward the edge of the clearing where his workshop stood, he noticed the door was pushed open further than he had left it. Oh, thank God! She’s in there!

Feet pounding over the grass, he ran to his workshop, threw the door open wider and darted inside, kicking the door behind him to make sure she did not escape. Instead of seeing Princess, there was a woman standing with her back against the window, her fingers resting on one of the children’s beds he had made.

Stunned, his body jerked as his feet came to a sudden halt. “Who the hell are you?” he bit out, his gaze moving from her to the floor to see if his cat was skulking about.

He heard the woman squeak, but with the dim light in his shop, her face was in shadow and he could not discern her features clearly. Her eyes opened wide and her hand snatched back from the wood as though burned.

Taking a step forward, he repeated, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m so sorry.” The woman’s voice was rushed, carrying an element of fear. “I know I’m trespassing, but I came over to find out about a cat and I saw the door open—”

His gaze had bounced between her and scanning the floor to see if he could see Princess, but now jerked back to the woman’s face. “Cat? What about my cat?”

“A white cat came to my house and I was trying to find the owner—”

“What house? Where do you live?” he barked.

Huffing, the woman sighed. “Look, I know I’m trespassing, and I’ve apologized. But please, let me explain, and if the cat is yours, then I can get it for you.”

Fists on his hips, he continued to glare but stayed quiet, waiting for her to speak.

“I just moved in next door… the rental. A solid white cat came up to my back patio. I could tell she was somebody’s pet because she was well-fed and beautiful. This was the only other house I knew that was around here. I put her inside my house so that she would be safe and walked over here.” She looked around, and her hands lifted to her sides as she continued, “I confess that when I saw the door open and came in, I was absolutely entranced by the work you do.”

“The cat is mine,” he stated. Turning to the side, he waved his arm toward the door as though inviting her to leave in front of him. “I’d like to go get her now if you don’t mind.” He knew he was being rude but worry over Princess caused his words to continue to carry a bite.

The woman did not move but cocked her head to the side. “How do I know that the cat is yours?”

He tried to keep from growling, but his fear for his cat was now morphing into anger. “White cat. Female. Blue eyes. Deaf.”

The woman’s shoulders relaxed, and she nodded. “That’s right. I can go get her and bring her—”

“I’ll come.”

“Oh… okay.” The woman walked past him, keeping her gaze straight ahead as they left the shadowed interior of the workshop. She continued to walk into the woods, and he followed right behind. She was shorter than him, only coming to his shoulder, and her body was slender. Not too thin like she starved herself every meal nor overly athletic as though she worked out at the gym every day. She had curves, and his eyes dropped to the way her shorts cupped her ass.

“There isn’t a path between our houses, but I found that it wasn’t far,” she called out, not even looking over her shoulder at him.

He was glad she was staring straight ahead so that he was not caught ogling her ass. Forcing his gaze upward, he noticed her shiny, black hair swinging just below her shoulders. They quickly came out of the woods and into a clearing similar to his own. Her cabin was much smaller than his and without a garage. He followed her to her back patio and halted as she started into her house.

As much as he wanted to get to his cat, he was not about to enter a woman’s house uninvited. The screen door slammed shut behind her and she called out, “It’s okay, you can come in.”

With his hand on the screen door, he asked, “Are you sure? You can just bring Princess to me, and I’ll take her off your hands and get her back home.”

The woman had bent behind the kitchen counter and now walked back toward the door, cradling the large white cat in her arms. He was staring at Princess, breathing a sigh of relief, and with a wide smile now on his face, he opened the door. Stepping inside her house, he extended his arms.

“Oh, my God!” the woman said as she stumbled backward.

His gaze shot up to her face as the screen door slammed closed behind him, and Princess jumped to the floor at the movement. The woman’s blue eyes were wide, her black hair framing her pale face. It took several seconds for his mind to catch up to what his eyes were seeing, then he repeated her words, “Oh, my God.” Princess, now forgotten at their feet, walked away, swishing her tail.



He moved forward on instinct as she threw her arms around him. Stunned that someone he thought he would never see now had their arms around him and was tucked underneath his chin, his mind raced with questions. Hers must have also because she leaned back, peered up at him, and said, “I can’t believe it’s you!”

She lowered her arms and stepped back, and he instantly missed her touch. Her gaze moved over him in the same way that his had earlier when he checked her out.

They both started to speak at the same time, then halted and laughed.
Maryann Jordan. Cas – ARC Copy: Heroes at Heart (Kindle Locations 1145-1198).

Their reunion was epic! I loved it so much, Cas’ cat Princess was very smart to find their new neighbor.

Of course nothing is going to be completely smooth, even though they click on every level imaginable, Cas does something really dumb.

Cas comes up with some very unique ways to ask her forgiveness.

Bianca also has some things to figure out and deal with.

I love all the quotes in this book and Miss Ethel is the anchor of this wonderful group of men and their families.

Some suspense, laughter, and tears, with the friends that are more like family.

I hate to see this series come to an end, but I am sure Maryann Jordan has many new and wonderful things in the works.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

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As an Award Winning, Amazon International Bestselling and All-Star author, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Best Selling Author, I have always been an avid reader. In 2013 I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers and finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

My first novel, Emma’s Home became an Amazon Best Seller in 3 categories within the first month of publishing. Its success was followed by the rest of the Fairfield Series and then led into the Love’s Series. Soon, other spin-off series came along and 8 of my books have made Amazon top 100 Bestselling books.

Gabe, from the Alvarez Security Series won Silver Medal and 5 Star Review by the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Honor Love was an award winning novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Serial Love was an award finalist novel from the 2016 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Coming Home was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.
Discover Love was awarded the 5 Star Review by the 2017 Reader’s Choice Awards.

My books are filled with sweet romance and hot sex; mystery, suspense, real life characters and situations. My heroes are alphas, take charge men who love the strong, independent women they fall in love with.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and have been involved in education for the past 30 years. I have just retired and look forward to more time with family and writing!

I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 36 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters.

When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

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Harrison’s Heart – Heroes For Hire Book 7 By Dale Mayer

Harrison’s Heart
Heroes for Hire Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Welcome to Harrison’s Heart, book 7 in Heroes for Hire, reconnecting readers with the unforgettable men from SEALs of Honor in a new series of action-packed, page turning romantic suspense that fans have come to expect from USA TODAY Bestselling author Dale Mayer.

When a call for help comes from Ice’s father, Harrison steps up. A senator has been shot, his wife beaten and his kids are in the wind. It’s up to Harrison to find the answers everyone is looking for.

Including finding the senator’s ex-military and pissed at the world daughter. Only she doesn’t want anything to do with him.

Zoe is on a mission. There’s no room in her world for heroes – especially not Harrison. But he won’t take no for an answer. Only Zoe has angered the wrong people, and they won’t stop until they put an end to her meddling or better yet – to her.

With so much going on, Harrison struggles to pull the pieces together – before their world is completely blown apart – permanently.

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A Senator’s been shot, his wife severely beaten and in Ice’s father’s hospital, their adult children are no where to be found, yet both were at dinner around the time of the shooting.

This time it’s Harrison who’s assigned, He’s got a bit of cabin fever with all the couples around him. His job is to find the daughter Zoe and see what she might know.

He doesn’t have that much trouble finding her, but their exchange is interesting and fun when he catches up to her.

This is a favorite scene.

She didn’t recognize the man at all. But that didn’t mean much. He could be hired muscle. She also didn’t know if he was connected to either her father’s shooting or her mother’s beating.

As he watched her coming toward him, he straightened and shifted back farther. But his eyes were those of a predator.

She was no man’s prey.

She looked at the hot coffee in her hand. She really wanted to enjoy it, not waste it by having to throw it at him. She glanced around for other options. She wasn’t very good on that whole idea of ignoring things in life. She already had evidence of that. She lowered the bag with the sandwiches along her far side. As she walked closer, she slipped the bag over her wrist and lifted the lid off the coffee. She could almost hear Benji on the other side of the street saying, “Don’t do it, girlie. Don’t do it.”

She walked up to the stranger and said, “Making sure you aren’t here to cause trouble.”

He stepped back and raised his hands. “Whoa, crazy lady. I’m not doing anything.”

She smiled. “Yeah, you better believe it. Get the hell out of here and don’t come back. You’ve got three seconds to move, or you’ll have this boiling hot coffee all over you.”

Instead of taking off, he got ugly and stepped forward. “I don’t take orders from you.”

She didn’t give him three seconds before before the hot coffee went fully in his face. As he screamed, she turned and walked past, deliberately giving him her back. That added to the insult of being bested by a woman. She tossed the empty cup in another trash bin and strolled on, as if not giving a damn.

At the church up ahead, she sat on the steps, pulled out one of her sandwiches and proceeded to take a bite. She could see him rubbing his face and swearing. She was a good fifty yards away. But she’d made him. Benji had too. And how interesting was that? Blind and yet, he could still spot trouble. She owed him one.

Something she couldn’t afford to let happen again. Assholes like this guy … well, the world was a better place without them. As she munched away at her sandwich, a stranger walked up and sat beside her. He had two cups of coffee in his hands. He held one out.

She stared at it and then at him. No alarm bells went off. Not yet anyway. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll throw that at you?”

“If you really feel you should. However, as I mean you no harm, why would you?”

She glared at him. But dammit, she wanted that coffee. She took it, popped off the top and realized it was black—the way she liked it. “Who the hell are you?”

“The name’s Harrison. I work for Legendary Security.”

She froze. “Isn’t that Levi’s company?”

Startled, he turned to face her, his huge blue eyes staring at her.

Eyes completely at odds with the rest of him.

He shook his head. “How do you know Levi’s group?”

“Don’t know them. Heard of them.”

He nodded once. “Levi’s done well.”

She curled her lip. “So they say. Doesn’t mean I believe everything I hear.”

“Good thing.” He took the lid off his cup. It was black too.

She set hers between her legs and proceeded to finish her sandwich. She glanced at the man she’d attacked. He remained against the wall, glaring at her. Why was he still here? He had to be waiting for somebody. No other reason for him to stay put at this point. The game was up. She glanced around to see who might have come to his aid, realizing it could easily be the man beside her. “You with him?”

He chuckled. “Hell, no. If it had been me, you’d never see me coming.”

“Is that why you approached me here? So while my attention was on him, you could sneak up on the other side?”

He shook his head. “Levi doesn’t hire fools. Has no time for failures.”

“Well, we agree on something,” she muttered.

“What the hell is Zoe Branson doing on the streets and using a blind man as an alarm system?”

She stiffened. She didn’t know who the hell this Harrison was, but that he knew her name had her already contemplating her options. She could run straight across the street, disappear in the alley on the far side. But he looked fit and quite possibly could outrun her.

She could throw the hot coffee in his face and bolt, but she figured he’d probably run after her and catch her before she was gone. She could pull a few martial arts tactics, jump the railing and bolt, but she suspected he had a few of his own. She stared at the last bite of sandwich left in her hand. It tasted like sawdust now. Deciding she needed the energy anyway, she finished it, chewing long and hard, then looked at the sandwich still in her bag. “Who the hell are you really?”

“I’m really Harrison. And I really work for Legendary Security.”

“How did you track me down, and why the hell do you give a damn?”

“Not sure I do. I get paid either way.”

His tone was aloof, but humor threaded through it. She took umbrage at the latter. She had had nothing to laugh at in so long …

“Besides, I didn’t have much problem finding you. It’s what I do, and I’m damn good at it.”

She was prepared to blast him again when he turned, piercing her with those blue eyes and said, “And I’m here really for your mother’s sake.”

That shut her up. God she’d been panicked to find out about her mother’s condition. How could this man know? And could she believe him? “How is she?”

“In and out of consciousness. I understand the damage is severe but not life-threatening.”

“I don’t even know where she is,” she whispered, pain in her tone. She had to watch out for those kinds of emotion. The last thing she wanted was for anybody to know her mom was her weakness.

He held out his hand, palm up. “I can take you to see her if you want.”

She stared at that hand and wondered at herself. She was contemplating placing her hand in his. But that would signify trust. That was like holding out an olive branch and having somebody accept it. Everything was symbolic about this. He was asking a lot of her. The stranger seemed to know so much about her, and she knew nothing of him.

With childlike movements, she put her hands on the step and sat on them. He laughed out loud. And she knew he understood exactly what she’d done and why.

But he left his hand where it was and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Hell, no.” She shook her head. “I’m no fool.”

“You’re not, but you are in trouble.”

“Am not.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and in a singsong voice, he matched her words with “Am too.”

She sagged in place. “I can’t go. Someone might follow me there and hurt her. Nobody can know where I am.”

“I didn’t say anybody would know where you were going. I offered to take you to see your mom.”

“And then what?”

“I can return you to these church steps if that’s what you want.”

“Like I trust you.”

His smile, when it came, was slow and sweet. “You should trust somebody. You can’t be alone for the rest of your life.”

“Can too,” she snapped, right back into that childish voice.

He chuckled. “You could try. But it’s not who you are. A lot of anger is inside you. Maybe even hatred. Not too sure what happened to make you who you are today, but the woman from a few years ago, she wasn’t about being alone. She wasn’t about forging her own path, kicking tires along the way.
Mayer, Dale. Heroes for Hire: Books 7-9 (pp. 24-28). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Now a lot of people want to talk to Zoe, but she’s having difficulty understanding she’s in danger. Her brother is also missing but they don’t get along so it’s anyone’s guess.

I love Trish (Zoe’s Mom), she and Richard at one time had been an item, but she went for the money and power instead of the surgeon. I really hope these two will get together.

Harrison sticks to Zoe like glue and does manage to get her to stay at Richard’s at least until they figure everything out.

Plenty of twists and turns, suspense and family drama as Harrison and Zoe slowly become more than just friendly.

I am already starting the next book in this series, I can’t seem to stop myself.

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Dale Mayer

Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author best known for her Psychic Visions and Family Blood Ties series. Her contemporary romances are raw and full of passion and emotion (Second Chances, SKIN), her thrillers will keep you guessing (By Death series), and her romantic comedies will keep you giggling (It’s a Dog’s Life and Charmin Marvin Romantic Comedy series).

She honors the stories that come to her – and some of them are crazy and break all the rules and cross multiple genres!

To go with her fiction, she also writes nonfiction in many different fields with books available on resume writing, companion gardening and the US mortgage system. She has recently published her Career Essentials Series. All her books are available in print and ebook format.

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