Hot SEAL, Cold Feet – SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 4 By Becca Jameson

Hot SEAL, Cold Feet
SEALs In Paradise Wedding Edition Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


He’s a former Navy SEAL in financial straits.
She’s a bar owner in need of a bouncer.
Perfect, right?

When Jodi finds out her new bouncer is none other than Tucker, the man currently starring on a reality television show, she isn’t happy. She doesn’t want the publicity. Plus, she thinks he’s a fool. Who marries a stranger on television for money?Tucker isn’t happy either. He’s in over his head in a farce of a marriage, but he needs the money the network is paying him. It’s nobody’s business why he’s working a night job in a bar at the same time.

Too bad the heat between them is incendiary. Hooking up is a huge mistake for them both, but some risks are worth it..

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At the end of the last book ‘Hot SEAL, Runaway Bride’ we meet Tucker who saves the day for Nick as far as the reality show goes. Tucker needs the money and even after marrying Katia, he agrees to an additional sum to stay married for 90 days. Now as he’s counting down the days, he gets a job as a bouncer to help find the person dealing drugs in the bar.

Jodi and her father own Bridgman’s Bar, and she’s not at all happy with her father’s new hire. She doesn’t want the publicity that will follow Tucker around.

Tucker wants this job to get away from Katia, they are a marriage in name only made more difficult by the constant streaming of video in their apartment. Between the scripted dialog, the arguments and the conditions of the contract, Tucker is going out of his mind.

This is a favorite scene.

In any case, he didn’t like the way she was dismissing him as if he were nothing more than dog shit on the bottom of her shoe. He half expected her to shake off her tennis shoe and shudder, backing up a pace. He wanted to tell her to mind her own business and fuck off, but he bit his tongue instead. He needed this job. If she blew it for him with her judgmental attitude, he was going to be seriously pissed.

He gritted his teeth, trying to decide how he wanted to handle this situation.

Before he could think how to explain his predicament to Bill, Jodi continued, her head still cocked toward her father. “Tucker here is on that ridiculous reality television show filmed at that beach house. You know the one, Dad. Cold Feet.”

Bill shook his head. “Never heard of it.” He glanced toward Tuck, one half of his mouth lifted in a grin. “Is that true? You one of those Hollywood stars trying to get your big break?”

Tuck shook his head. “No, Sir. Not even close. I—”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence because Jodi interrupted. “He married this crazy, whiny woman on the show, Dad. And now he’s raking in the money because social media is eating this up. They even extended the stupid show to continue following his train wreck of a marriage to the star of the show, Katia. I’m not sure which one of them is more deranged.” She shifted her gaze to Tuck, tipping her head down again and staring at him, challenging him to refute her explanation.

He couldn’t, of course. For one thing, he was under contract with the network. For another thing, nothing Jodi had stated was inaccurate. Oh, wait, except the part about him raking in money. If he were, he wouldn’t be standing here today trying to get a job he desperately needed doing something he was far overqualified to do.

Bill slapped his hand on his thigh and chuckled, apparently amused. “Well, I’ll be. We’ve got us a star working here.” He sobered slightly as his eyes drew closer. “Your show gonna affect your work here, son?”

“No, sir.” Tuck was bewildered by the man’s apparent lack of concern where it came to Cold Feet. “Contrary to your daughter’s belief, I’m not making a significant amount of money to appear on the show, and I need this job.” He shot her a glare this time, daring her to continue arguing.

Too bad she was so cute. Jodi Bridgman was the kind of woman who hid her beauty under baggy T-shirts and a sharp tongue. Even though she was probably breathtaking when she let her hair down and lost the chip on her shoulder, he doubted many people had ever seen that side of her.

There were a few seconds of silence, during which Tuck feared Bill might change his mind and send Tuck out the door, and then Bill’s phone buzzed in his pocket and the older man extracted it, fumbling for a moment to swipe the screen. “I need to take this,” he apologized. As he stepped away, heading toward the door Jodi had presumably come from, he looked at his daughter. “Please continue showing Tucker around the bar. He starts tonight.”

Great. Just great.

Jodi sighed, her shoulders falling. “So which is it then?” “Which is what?” Tuck braced himself for whatever she was going to say next, knowing it was going to be good.

“Either you’re certifiable for being on that show, or you’re making a shit ton of money doing it. It has to be one or the other. Neither explains what you’re doing here in my family’s bar looking for work. We’re barely holding our heads above water here, and you look expensive.” She grazed her eyes up and down his body. The only thing she did not do was cross her arms.

What the fuck did she mean when she said he looked expensive? Tuck met her gaze. “Honestly, Ms. Bridgman, it’s none of your business how much money I make or why I want this job. If you really intend to judge me from what you’ve seen on television or read on social media, I can’t stop you. Or… you could set aside your preconceived notions and look at the facts.”

She continued to stare at him. “And what would those facts be?”

“I’m a Navy SEAL who served two tours. I was based near here in Coronado. One of my specialties was infiltrating behind the enemy lines to ensure who my target was before taking him out. You,” he pointed at her in particular, “have a serious problem that could cause you to lose this bar. You need to find out who’s dealing under the table here. I’m the man for the job. But if you’re so worried about what I do off the clock, I’ll leave now.”

Several seconds ticked by before Jodi inhaled long and slow. “I don’t want to trade one problem for another. You can’t bring cameras in here. This is my family’s bar. I won’t have it become part of some ridiculous reality TV show.”

Tuck decided it was his turn to narrow his eyes at her. “For someone who thinks Cold Feet is the dumbest show ever to air on television, you sure do know a lot about it. Were you watching the latest episode in the back before I got here, or do you enjoy the livestream from my apartment?” He snapped his fingers. “Oh, shit. That’s right. The livestreaming isn’t very interesting right now since I’m currently here.”

Suddenly, Jodi’s entire demeanor changed. She grinned, and then she started laughing. When she finally managed to pull herself back together, she asked, “Are you at least going to explain to me why a chiseled, sexy hunk of man who recently left the SEALs with brains and wit is starring as the groom on a stupid reality show?”

He jerked back a few inches. Shocked. It took him a moment to respond. The hard-nosed woman who’d entered this room with her fists raised to fight him was now soft and teasing and cute. The dimples on her cheeks made her seem almost human. Her eyes were dancing with humor.

Another lock of curls fell across her cheek, and he watched as she tried futilely to tuck the hair behind her ear. Part of him was mesmerized by her transformation and wanted to reach out and brush those curls off her cheek himself. He wondered if her hair was as soft as it looked.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, Cold Feet: SEALs in Paradise (Kindle Locations 85-132). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The arguments with Katia, the growing romance between Tucker and Jodi, and the involvement with the show make for lots of amusement and angst. The investigation into the drugs suspenseful, and intriguing. However it’s the conclusion of the show that surprised me the most.

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

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Becca Jameson Becca Jameson

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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The Stunning Series Conclusion! Pointed Arrow – Wings of Artemis Book 12 by Rebecca Royce

Pointed Arrow
Wings of Artemis Book 12
Rebecca Royce


Sienna is lost…

With almost all of her guys missing and Artemis crippled, Sienna finds herself in a show down with Evander Corporation, fighting for all of their lives. But she wasn’t born to be a victim, she was born to lead. If saving the men she loves costs her life, it’s a price she’s willing to pay.

They’ve all been trapped in darkness…

The Super Soldiers who adore her, the pilot who is crazy for her and the doctor who won’t give up on her will be tested to their limits and push the boundaries to save Sienna not only from Evander but from the diseases threatening to ravage her body. They will take a chance to roll the dice with a little help from several familiar faces that the Artemis has been the site of miracles before. She can be again.

In the epic conclusion of Wings of Artemis, Sienna must take her life and her fate in her own hands and become the arrow that shoots through the heart of her enemies, rescues her men, and changes the future of the universe forever.

This is a 12 novel, 2 novella series for a total of 14 books. Don’t start with this one.

Not only is this the end of Sienna’s story it’s also the series conclusion.

When we left Sienna in Lost Star, her five super-soldiers were missing and with Trent and Wade she was fleeing the planet. A last message from Kellen has them ditching their tablets, as he confirms they had be taken by Evander.

When Evander manages to get a tracking beam on them to bring their ship on board, Wade thinks fast and hides Trent from their detection. Now it’s up to Sienna and Trent to free Corbin, Devil, Kellan, Blaze and Anders as well as find the cure for her.

A BOOM is the start of it all and in no time plans are being made. A journey to The Farm has us reuniting with everyone, plans that were made go totally astray, a surprise solution, and once again The Artemis plays a major roll.

An action-packed, suspenseful and very emotional conclusion to this awesome series; BRAVO!

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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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Nico – The Mavericks Book 8 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 8
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


With barely enough time to recover from helping out Miles in London, Nico is off to Australia … and a secret mission involving a US covert operative …

When an American undercover operative’s sister goes missing in Australia, Nico has to find out if this is connected to the operative or to the sister’s own activist background. Apparently she made enemies easily.

Charlotte hadn’t wanted to make this trip in the first place, preferring to communicate her polarizing messages through writing her books now. But, bowing under pressure, she finally arrives in Australia, only to be attacked within minutes of reaching her hotel room for the night. After her rescue, she’s forced to dig deep into her family and public life to find the mastermind kidnapper and to stay safe as the bodies pile up.

Nothing makes sense in this twisted mission, but Nico is determined to keep Charlotte safe, even as things take a more personal turn …

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As seems to be usual, Nico gets called for a job not long after the last one was completed. Charlotte Ankerby, an anthropologist and an activist for indigenous people around the world, has gone missing. In Australia to give the keynote speech at a rally she’s disappeared without a trace. The problem is they don’t know if it’s because of her undercover brother, or her own activities.

Nico’s partner is Keane, and they begin with investigating the hotel. Something tells them she isn’t far, they just have to figure out where. They figure laundry was the way and decide to question the folks down there.

This is a favorite scene.

Charlotte had been moved from the truck to another laundry cart. Like, what the hell was with that? She was being pushed even now down a hallway. She had no idea why all kinds of discussions were going on in front of her, but one of those was about a helicopter. She wondered exactly who and what was going by helicopter because, if it was her, that wasn’t good news. That would mean she had pissed off somebody really big. She groaned silently.

She wanted the companies to do more, and she wanted the governments to do more. But what she really wanted most was for the world to wake up and to pay attention. To everything— the people, the animals, the climate, and the planet. But, of course, everybody was addicted to their instant conveniences and were happy to stick their heads in the sand about any future generations’ problems and make it a not me problem. She shifted uneasily in the bottom of the bag only to have the top of her head smacked, hard. “Don’t move.”

She took several deep calming breaths. She was covered with laundry and hadn’t really thought anybody would notice, but maybe it made the bag itself move. She stuck a finger along the edge and waggled it. Could somebody else see it? But she did not want the man pushing her to know.

Using her feet, she set up a slight rhythm on the end of the laundry cart. At least the guy pushing her wouldn’t see that. And, with the swaying as they moved forward, it should cover her movements. So far, she hadn’t even heard anybody in the hallway. How did that work? Sure, it was probably late at night again, at least by her estimation, but she was losing track of time. They’ve given her several bathroom breaks, but somebody stood guard each time, watching her.

The first time it made her feel really icky. The second time had been a matter of urgency and she’d been just too damn grateful that she hadn’t worried as much about them watching her. She had muttered Pervert as he walked past though and had been cuffed on the side of the head for that comment. Still, it hadn’t beaten her spirits down too badly.

As long as they were on the move, surely somebody, anybody might see them by chance. The cart jolted as it took a sudden turn. She listened intently, and, sure enough, she heard footsteps up ahead. She didn’t know if it was just one person or not. She also didn’t know if that person would help her or if it was somebody meeting this guy.

“Hey, you still on duty?”

“Last load,” said the guy pushing her cart.

“Man, it’s late for you.”

“I know, right? But the place is a nuthouse.”

“If only I had a share of the money that this hotel was pulling in,” the new guy said enviously. His footsteps continued to walk on past ever-so-slightly.

She again used her foot to make it look like something moved inside the cart, but he hadn’t even seemed to notice. She sank back, feeling hot tears in her eyes. Something in that new voice had her desperate to try to jump out though. But then, if it got her killed, what good would that do? And then suddenly she heard the voice call out, “Hey, by the way, where are you taking that laundry hamper to?”

“It’s going up to the penthouse. Why?” asked the guy pushing her. She could hear the tension running through his voice like a coiled wire stretched too tight.

“I didn’t think that was part of your job.”

“What the hell do you know about my job?” the guy said defensively.

“Well, for one, the penthouse doesn’t get laundry carts like that,” the guy said in a dry tone. “And, for another, you’re well past your shift.”

“I’m not. I still have ten minutes left.”

“Yeah, well, let me see what’s inside your laundry cart.”

“What the hell do you care, man?”

“I care,” he said, “so just shut it and let me see.”

“It’s fucking laundry. But sure, if you’re into laundry, go for it. Here. Come on over and take a look.”

If the guy bent over, she knew what would happen. Her kidnapper would hit this poor person if she didn’t do something. She struggled to move underneath the laundry, but it seemed to be at the same time that they were lifting up laundry above her. She screamed behind her gag, a sound that she swore was yelling at top decibels but came out as a muted moan.

And then she heard the new guy say, “Hey, what the hell is this?”

Her kidnapper said, “You fucking asshole, get out of my business.”

She heard a blow hit. She tried to sit up and push off all the laundry that had been put on top of her. She felt some of it giving way. She reached for the edge of the hamper and tried to stand, sending the rest of the laundry all over the floor. She fell over the side of the hamper to the floor, completely caught up in the laundry.

As the two men fought, she scrambled to stand, when suddenly somebody picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, and she was carried down the hallway. She tried to scream and wiggle free but then she was in an elevator. She moaned and fought, her body struggling hard as she tried to head-bang him away.

Then she was set on her feet, and the binding around her mouth was ripped free, and a voice asked, “Are you Charlotte?”

She nodded, staring in the dimly lit elevator to see who it was. She felt a little reassured that the doors to the elevator remained open.

“You’re safe now,” he said.

She stared up, her gaze widening. “Who are you?” she whispered.

“My name is Nico. My partner’s attacking your kidnapper right now.”

She shook her head and frantically said, “He’s only one of four. You have to help him.”

“Help my buddy? No, somebody needs to help your kidnapper,” he said. Just then another man came into the elevator, pushing the laundry cart.

As she stared down, her kidnapper was facing up, but he was unconscious. “Is he dead?” she whispered.

The new arrival just grinned and shook his head, pushing a button on the elevator to close the doors and to get it moving now.

As she stood here, shivering and trembling at the sudden change of her circumstances, she said, “If you don’t clean up all that laundry out there, somebody’ll notice.”

“Yeah. They’ll notice and blame him.”

Before she could process it, her arms were separated from her bindings. She groaned as Nico dropped her arms gently to her side. She shuddered with pain, but her rescuer rubbed the top of each of her arms all the way down to her hands. She looked to see the knife he’d used to separate the duct tape. She whispered, “Thank you. I thought my arms had died.”

“No problem. It’s always rough at first, when trying to get the blood flowing again,” he said, a note of apology in his voice. “Take the rest of the bindings off while I cut your feet apart.” He quickly separated the tape at her ankles and ripped it off. She’d been wearing slip-on sandals and Capri jeans, so the duct tape had left a raw red band on her skin. But she barely felt it with all the blood rushing to her extremities. Just being upright made her a bit dizzy. She huddled against the corner as she slowly tried to get the rest of duct tape off her wrists.

When he straightened and looked at her, he said, “I’m sorry. It’ll hurt, but it’s much better this way.” And he grabbed one hand, then he grabbed her wrist, and he just ripped. She cried out in pain, but he did it again. She stared up at him, her eyes wounded and her mouth open, knowing that the odd keening sound was coming from her, but she was unable to stop it.

Immediately he pulled her into his arms and just held her close. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

She collapsed against him, tears pouring down her cheeks. “Why did they choose me?” she whispered. “Why me?”

“We’re trying to figure that out,” he said. “Maybe when he wakes up, he’ll have a few answers for us.”

“Aren’t you taking him to the police?”

“Nah,” the second guy said. “Don’t really feel like helping the police out on this one.”

She stared up at him, a little nervous and confused. “Are you not the police?”

The man shook his head. “No,” he said, “but you’re safe with us.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Am I though? I’m not exactly sure about that.”

“Well, you’re no longer tied up, and we’ve taken out your kidnapper, so maybe you could rethink that.”

She blinked slightly, trying to figure out just what had happened. “If you’re not the police,” she said, her voice gaining in strength, “who are you?”

“We’re military, Special Ops,” the first guy said. “US Navy. And we came here to collect you.”

She stared at him. “Okay,” she said slowly. “But you’re a long way from home.”

“That’s quite true,” he said, handing her a burner phone. “Should we get separated, use only this phone to communicate with only me. My number’s the only one in the Contacts list.”

She numbly stuck the phone in her jeans pocket, frowning.

Just then the elevator came to a stop, and one guy backed out, pulling his laundry cart with her kidnapper still in it. The other one grabbed her arm, following his partner, and said, “Come on. Let’s go.”
Dale Mayer. Nico (Kindle Locations 561-635). Valley Publishing Ltd..

This is only the beginning as they end up with far more questions than answers. Even once they get Charlotte home, there’s much to figure out.

Lot’s of suspense and intrigue, a family reunion and a simmer to sizzle romance that I love so much!

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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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Claw – Catnip Assassins Book 6 By Skye MacKinnon

Catnip Assassins Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon


They took her freedom.
Now she’ll take their lives.

Voluntary kidnapping. That’s new even for Kat. Trapped, tortured and without any sign of her sister’s whereabouts, she can only do one thing: release the beast within and hope she doesn’t lose her humanity. Nor her family.

Relationships will be broken. New alliances will be forged. And yes, there will be more kittens.

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series, stop and go do that. This book takes up where the last book, ‘Lick’, left off.

Kat wakes up in a room with no windows, a door with no visible lock, a flickering ceiling light and a pipe through which her meals are delivered. There’s also an observation camera that she creatively covers. The highlight of her day is eating although that doesn’t always happen. Then there’s the torture, from loud music to scalding hot floors to the gas that burns and creates hallucinations all with no contact with the tormentors. It’s frustrating to not have a physical enemy.

She’s determined to find a way out, and meets an interesting, if small ally. A mouse she names Whiskers. Whiskers aids her in trying to escape by helping her get an idea of the layout of the house. Unfortunately the way up and out is guarded and she ends up back where she started.

This is a favorite scene.

If anyone would have told me I’d one day make friends with a mouse, I would have stabbed them.  

Not anymore.

Whiskers – that’s what I’ve started to call her – has a wicked sense of humour. For a mouse, anyway.  

For the past few hours, she’s shown me images of the inhabitants of the house. K7, the man who semi-kidnapped me, the woman who thinks she’s K7′ s mother, about ten different mutant grunts and four servants. Whiskers is only sending me pictures and smells, not voices, so I don’t know which of the servants are the ones who I overheard talking when I first woke up in this room. Not that I’m complaining. She’s been such a big help. Step by step, I’m building a mental map of the house. It’s a little hard because I’m seeing everything from the perspective of a tiny mouse, but it’s enough to show me the potential escape routes. My main problem is that I’m not alone here. Those grunts could be waiting for me again.   And the second problem is that I’m sure I’m being watched. I bet they’re sitting somewhere upstairs with a large bowl of popcorn, pissing themselves laughing at my feeble attempts to escape.  

Thanks to Whiskers, I now know that I’m downstairs in a tall building. It’s hard to count the floors from the perspective of a mouse, but I bet it’s at least ten storeys. There’s one basement below me, but the mouse has only been in there once. I bet that’s where they kept me until I was transferred to this room. The ground level is three floors above me. It’s a long way to get to the exit, even if I was in top condition.  

Whiskers moves through tunnels in the brickwork, but of course I wouldn’t fit in there. She’s shown me images of some ventilation shafts, but they don’t start getting big enough for me until one level above me. That means I have to use the normal stairs, unless I find a convenient hole in the ceiling somewhere. I wish. Still, I’m further than I was when I woke up today. And I’m feeling a lot more confident. I’ll make it out of here. I will.  

Footsteps in the distance alert me, but Whiskers is faster. She disappears beneath the bed. I’m glad she doesn’t leave the room. I don’t want to be alone, even if my only company is a mouse.  

I sit up as straight as I can and stare at the closed door in both anticipation and dread. If it’s some of the grunts, they’d be able to simply pick me up and do whatever they want with me. As creepy as the woman was, I kind of hope it’s her.

But no. The door opens and a very familiar face peeks in. K7. Usually, I prefer to think of my fellow clones as sisters, but not with her. Not after what I saw in my dream.  

She walks into the room and closes the door behind her. A smile curves her pale lips, but it seems more like a habit than happiness. Her right eye, the mechanical one, glints and a red light shines from it, pointing right at me. What the fuck?

“What’s that?” I challenge her. I doubt we need introductions.

“Hold still,” she orders coldly. Her voice is nothing like my own. There’s no life to it. She sounds much older than I am. In a twisted way, it reminds me a little of Grandma Doctor, the woman who created us.  

“What are you doing?”

“Scanning you. Don’t move or it might hurt.”

I glare at her but I follow her advice.

I’m in no mood for more pain.

“Your ankle is broken,” she said dispassionately. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

I can’t help it, I snort out a laugh. “I’d be in much better condition away from here. Want to let me go?”

For a second, a child’s fearful expression passes over her face, but then she’s back to robot mode.

“You will stay. My parents have plans for you.”

I shudder when she calls them her parents. “Do you know who I am to you?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible.  

“Of course. You’re the runaway.”

“That’s not what I meant. But yes, I like running away. Would love to do it now, actually.”

“You’re the experiment,” she says with distaste. “You failed and disappointed my parents, so then they had me instead. I’m not a disappointment like you.”
Skye MacKinnon. Claw: Catnip Assassins Book 6 (Kindle Locations 414-447). Peryton Press.

Befriending K7 isn’t easy, but her loneliness is key. As Kat gains her trust she also figures a way to get them both out and away.

Plenty of action, lots of sizzle, many twists, and a surprise no one will see coming.

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

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

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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Hot SEAL: Runaway Bride – SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 3 by Cat Johnson

Hot SEAL: Runaway Bride
SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cat Johnson


Friends? No.
Enemies? Maybe.
Lovers? Never!

Ten years ago the hot but cocky Navy SEAL went from ignoring her, to kissing her, to rejecting her. Now, the last thing she wants is his help, even if he is willing and uniquely qualified to give it. And she really doesn’t want to want him . . .

She was the girl next door. Too young. Too tempting. Too off limits. Ten years later, she’s all grown up and all woman. He steered clear of her then. But now?

Now is a different story entirely . . .

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This book begins with an almost not happening wedding as the bride starts having cold feet minutes before she’s to walk down the aisle. Her sister Dani turns to the one person she knows can help her calm the bride, the grooms brother Nick.

Nick knows Dani is off limits but he can’t help himself and a heated kiss almost turns to more at the reception. But he manages to get control of himself and leaves her feeling dejected.

It’s ten years later, and Dani finds herself in a situation that requires some help. Help that could be Nick. Nick is recuperating from an knee injury. An injury not caused in battle but on an obstacle course he’s run so many times he could do it in his sleep. Restless and bored at his brother’s home, he jumps at the opportunity to help Dani.

Dani was hoping to work on a documentary, something that would enhance her resume instead the show New Millenia Media was hiring for was a Wedding Reality Show called Cold Feet. The bridemaids are the absolute worst, one day they’re fine, the next at each others throats for some ridiculous reason or another. Now the bride has gone missing, no one has seen her since she retired the night before.

In the midst of the chaos, Dani calls her sister to vent.

This is a favorite scene.

The sound of the screen door sliding open drew Nick’s attention as Jessica stepped out, phone pressed to her ear.

“So what are you going to do?” she asked whoever was on the phone.

She was silent for a bit but her deep frown revealed a lot.

Finally, she said, “Wow. That’s just crazy. But the invitation is open if you can get away . . . Okay. Call and let me know what’s going on . . . All right. Bye.”

“What was that all about?” Michael asked his wife.

She lowered the phone. “That was Dani. You won’t believe what’s happening on set at that job of hers.”

The mention of Dani’s name caught Nick’s attention. “What’s going on?”

“One of the cast members is missing.”

Michael laughed. “Did they check the bushes? The way they feed all those reality show contestants liquor, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the missing person is passed out under a bush somewhere.”

“Let’s hope not. They’re staying at a house literally on the beach. What if the person drowned or something?” Jessica pointed out.

“Jesus. I didn’t think of that.” Michael shook his head. “So what are they going to do? You think it’s on the news? We should turn on the TV.”

Jessica blew out a loud breath. “That’s the crazier part. The executive producer wants to keep it quiet.”

“What the—” Nick blew out a cuss. “Why?”

“Don’t know.” Jess shrugged. “Who can figure out why those L.A. folks do what they do?”

Michael let out a snort. “They probably want to use it for a cliffhanger when airing the show or something. Those Hollywood people are nuts.”

“My poor sister is going crazy. She said all sorts of shit is going wrong. A bunch of the girls almost had a fist fight this morning. Dani had to break it up. And that was before the bride went missing.”

Michael shook his head. “No surprise. Those shows are orchestrated to be dramatic. It’s no wonder things are blowing up.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jessica agreed.

Nick considered barely a minute before he pulled out his cell and punched in a text. He might not always get along with Dani, but he understood handling extreme pressure, better than anyone else there.

NICK: Heard what’s happening on the show. You OK?


She even managed to yell at him over text. Smiling at the all caps, Nick punched in a reply.

NICK: I’m at Jess and Michael’s.

DANI: Again?! Don’t you ever work?

Another not so veiled slam against him via text message. She was good. Sparring with her by text was almost as much fun as doing it in person. Almost.

NICK: I got hurt. Out for a few weeks.

If she really disliked him as much as she pretended, that little bit of information should make her very happy.

DANI: Sorry. You OK?

A smile bowed his lips. So she didn’t hate him so much after all.

NICK: I’ll live. But out for 3 weeks. You didn’t answer me. Are YOU OK?

DANI: Things are crazy. Don’t know how to fix them. Not fired yet but . . .

NICK: Want some help there?

DANI: From you? No!

He smiled at the typical Dani response.

NICK: Will you accept help from me with the condition I acknowledge you don’t want it?

It took a bit before the bubbles, and then her reply, appeared.

DANI: Maybe.

Wow. Things were bad if she would even consider letting him help her.

NICK: Where are you?

DANI: On set. The house where we’re shooting.

NICK: Text me the address. I’ll come to you.

He was honestly a little surprised when she texted back not with an argument or a snarky reply, but with the address.
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Nick really had no idea what he was getting into, especially once the bride returns. He is put into the spotlight and really doesn’t like it one bit.

The attraction between him and Dani is obvious to everyone but Dani and I love the way this relationship develops.

Plenty of laughs, suspense, and a simmer to sizzle romance.

I am looking forward to reading the next book in this multi-author series.

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Cat Johnson is a top 10 New York Times bestseller and the author of the USA Today bestselling Hot SEALs series. She writes contemporary romance that usually features hot alpha heroes (who often wear combat or cowboy boots) and the sassy heroines brave enough to love them. Known for her unique marketing she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western wear for book signings, and has used bologna to promote romance novels.

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To Catch An Earl – Bow Street Bachelors Book 2 by Kate Bateman

To Catch An Earl
Bow Street Bachelors Book 2
Kate Bateman


A case of secret identities finds reunited lovers on opposite sides of the law in this fun, flirty Regency romance.

There’s only one case Bow Street agent Alex Harland, Earl of Melton, hasn’t cracked: the identity of the mysterious woman who stole a kiss from him before he left for war. He’s neither forgotten–nor forgiven–her for leaving him wanting. When he starts investigating the Nightjar, an elusive London jewel thief, he keeps running into the alluring Emmy Danvers, who stirs feelings he hasn’t felt in years.

Even though Emmy’s loved Alex for years, she can’t risk revealing her heart, or her identity as the Nightjar. With Alex on her case, Emmy knows that her secrets are in danger of being discovered. Their cat and mouse game heats up with every interaction, but when Emmy’s reputation–and life–is at risk, will Alex realize that some rules are made to be broken for love?

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This book opens as Emmy manages to steal a kiss from Alex Harland before he heads off to war. Little does she know that kiss has stuck in his memory as much as it has hers.

With the war over, Alex and his best friends are reunited and have opened a gentleman’s club, each of them have new titles courtesy of the Prince Regent. They also do some work for Bow Street and are noted for never leaving a case unsolved.

When a very large diamond is stolen from the Royal Jewelers, the stakes become high. The Prince Regent wants it back and the thief punished to the fullest extent of the law. The telltale black feather says it’s no doubt the Nightjar who perpetuated the crime.

The Nightjar hasn’t been heard from in a long time and not only hasn’t he been captured, the jewels stolen have never surfaced either. Emmy is the Nightjar and when she realizes Alex is assigned to the case she knows her days of thieving are nearing the end. The jewels she is being made to steal would complete the collection and also land her in jail and hanged for the offense.

I love the way this story unfolds, I can see the London of the time, the gentleman’s club in all it’s splendor and the balls in all their pomp and glory. The family loyalty and the race against time add tension to the game.

Cat and mouse is an accurate description of the taunts and teases of the investigation. The romance between Alex and Emmy inevitable and the ending superb.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series. I hope it’s soon.

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Kate Bateman (also writing as K. C. Bateman) wrote her first historical romance in response to a $1 bet with her husband who rashly claimed she’d ‘never finish the thing.’ She gleefully proved him wrong. Her Regency and Renaissance-era romances all feature her trademark feisty, intelligent heroines, wickedly inappropriate banter, and heroes you want to both strangle and kiss.

When not traveling to exotic locations ‘for research,’ Kate leads a double life as a fine art appraiser and on-screen antiques expert for several TV shows in the UK, each of which has up to 2.5 million viewers. She splits her time between Illinois and her native England and writes despite three inexhaustible children and a number-loving husband who still owes her that dollar.

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Beyond Remorse: Cobra – Serpents MC Las Vegas Book 2 by Barbara Nolan

Beyond Remorse: Cobra
Serpents MC Las Vegas Book 2
Barbara Nolan


What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas unless you are two lost souls headed for disaster in a world Beyond Remorse.

Cobra, the president of the Las Vegas Serpents MC, doesn’t have time for distractions as he struggles to look after his handicapped brother, Danny, while keeping him far away from the MC world. An old agreement with a greedy mob boss, helped pay for Danny’s care, but dealing with the devil could put Cobra and The Serpents in jeopardy.

Sheena, the savvy, card hustler, is determined to go straight. Not so easy when the rent is due and your dinner is a bowl of cereal. Or when the same mobster holds secrets over your head, and refuses to set you free.

A biker wedding of mutual friends throws these two rebels together. Cobra knows peeling back Sheena’s layers could be his biggest remorse, and Sheena knows the bad-boy biker with the crystal blue eyes could easily unravel her world, but a bottle of tequila later, he takes a very drunk Sheena home and tucks her into bed—Alone?

Fate thrusts them together, once again, when a heist goes wrong at an underground poker game Sheena is dealing. After an out-of-control night, of dodging bullets and eluding the cops, Cobra and Sheena fall into each other’s arms neither caring about the consequences. Great if you believe in storybook endings, not so much if you’re a realist who knows vicious fuckers never give up.

When the mob boss threatens Cobra’s brother, and lures Sheena into his web, Cobra must take a stand. Fight for his club and protect his brother, or save Sheena from the lethal mob boss.

This book opens with Sheena’s best friend Daisy getting married. Her new husband Joker, isn’t part of the Serpents but he will help them out if needed. Cobra, the president of the Serpents MC is drawn to Sheena, he knows she doesn’t know about or want to be part of the MC world. Yet somehow he can’t stay away.

Sheena and Cobra both have secrets that no one knows. For Sheena her past needs to remain hidden and when she met Seth and Daisy she didn’t share anything about that with them even as they created and executed the scams.

Cobra’s secret is his brother, he needs to keep the MC world away from Danny. However the guilt he feels is present in everything he does.

Oh the tangled web of lies and deceit as Sheena finds herself in such a mess that the only one who can help is Cobra. On the other hand, nasty business partners are the reason Cobra ends up with Sheena’s mess as well.

Lots of action, suspense, laughter, tears and sizzling heat in the page-turning read.

Of course this is book two so I have to go back and read the first book. I am guessing it’s Daisy and Joker’s story.

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She writes gritty, realistic stories filled with strong men and the women who tame them.

She considers reading a luxury and writing a necessity.

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Hot SEAL, Decoy Bride – SEALs In Paradise Wedding Edition Book 2 by Delilah Devlin

Hot SEAL, Decoy Bride
SEALs In Paradise Wedding Edition Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Delilah Devlin


A former Navy SEAL is teamed with a feisty ex-Marine to provide protection for a Greek tycoon’s daughter to make sure the bride gets safely to her destination wedding…

Former Navy SEAL, Trigger Matthews, now a special operator with Justin Ballard’s Black Knight Security in New Orleans, is teamed with a feisty ex-Marine as part of the protection detail for a Greek tycoon’s spoiled daughter. The prickly woman proves to be a challenge he’s eager to explore.

Due to her uncanny resemblance to their client’s daughter, Cassandra Locke is tasked with being a “decoy bride”, a job that sees her going through some matrimonial hoops while fighting her growing attraction for her partner for this operation. Together, they create diversions to make sure the real bride has a chance to prepare for her coming nuptials.

Both loners, and unaware of the fact that they are indeed lonely, Trigger and Cass find out they have many more qualities in common, including an inability to stay away from each other. As the real bride’s day draws closer, they learn that she’s more than a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth and find unexpected friendships along the way.

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When Trigger arrives at the New Orleans home for his assignment, his boss Justin is waiting for him. He hadn’t been give the details yet other than high end bodyguard.

Cass isn’t entirely pleased with her assignment. She understands why she was chosen, but the whole preparation thing, well…let’s just say it wasn’t something she’d normally do.

Both Trigger and Cass feel an initial pull but Cass is having none of it.

This is a favorite scene.

The woman at the center of the conversation sat silently, her head bent. But what Trigger could see of her mouth told him that she wasn’t a happy girl. Her lips were pressed into a thin line.

When her father cupped her chin, she smiled, her love for him in her eyes.

Trigger almost felt sorry for her. Something was clearly off. She wasn’t a happy bride, not like his friend Hawk’s new wife, Kalea, who had faced a cartel that had kidnapped him to make sure he made it to his wedding.

Not even as happy as his buddy Rooster’s girl, Casey, who should have been sick and tired of weddings, given that wedding planning was her job, but she was happy with Rooster, sickeningly so, as far as Trigger was concerned. He gave a little shudder. Weddings weren’t his thing. Putting down roots with one woman for the rest of his life…? Well, he’d obviously never met the right girl.

Didn’t look like Eliana Rosi had met the right man either.

“So, your decoy bride will live here for the duration, yes?” Mr. Rosi said.

“Along with her bodyguard,” Justin said.

Trigger blinked and glanced at Justin, who gave him a nod. Sounded cozy.

“Vehicles will leave and arrive at the same time,” Justin continued. “Our decoy will be seen, dressed as your daughter, in her vehicle, so that your daughter can be spirited to the establishments she wants without any undue attention.”

“Good, good,” Mr. Rosi said. “I have enemies who would use her against me. Also, there have been kidnapping attempts…both here and in Greece. I want her kept safe.”

“The men I have watching over Eliana are experienced. They are both highly trained. We’ll keep her safe.”

Mr. Rosi sighed and turned to Eliana. “I am leaving you in their care, koritsi mou.” He tapped the end of her nose. “Behave.”

His daughter wrinkled her nose. “Naí, Ba-ba.”

Mr. Rosi pushed up from his seat, and everyone stood. “Your people will have the run of the house,” he told Justin. “I bought this place when Eliana first came here for university. Stefan,” he said, nodding at his security guy, “will provide you with a list of employees…the cook, the groundskeepers, the maid, Eliana’s driver.” His gaze went to Cass. “She will need to wear sunglasses. Her eyes are not a lovely deep brown like my girl’s.” He shrugged. “You resemble her, physically, that is good. But it’s all in the attitude, my dear.”

After he, Eliana, and his chief of security left, everyone took their seats again. Justin drew a deep breath. “One week, folks. That’s all this is.” He glanced at Cass. “Get with her tonight and see what she plans for tomorrow. She’ll provide your wardrobe.”

Cass nodded. “Will do. Was it just me, or did she seem a little less than delighted about her upcoming nuptials?”

“Not our business,” Justin said, grimacing. “Don’t blame her. I read up on this Vasili Pachis. He’s twenty years her senior and bald. I’m sure her father arranged it.”

Trigger leaned forward. “So, we’ll be staying here in the guest house…together?”

“You and Cass, yes. Gabe and Levi, here,” he said, nodding to the other two Black Knight operatives, “will be staying in the main house. Don’t let her out of your sight, guys. Also, we’ve loaded software to the computers in the guest bedroom beside Eliana’s and in this cottage, as well as two handheld devices, so that you can monitor the security cameras.” He stood. “I’ll leave you to unpack and get settled. I’m only a phone call away. Gabe’s got the lead.”

After he left, Gabe and Levi headed to the main house, and Trigger trailed behind Cass as they returned to their vehicles for their bags. He wasn’t sure how he felt about sharing the cottage with her. Sure, this was just a job. It shouldn’t matter that his roomie was a beautiful woman. It wasn’t like they’d be sharing the same bedroom. Still, he counted back the number of months it had been since he’d shared a bed with a woman. Too many.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Cass said, glancing over her shoulder.


“We’re sharing a house. That’s all. I don’t do relationships.”

“Do you do friendships?” S

he huffed a breath. “None with benefits.”

Straight to the point. He admired her for it. He just wished his dick would get the message. He’d been in a mild state of arousal since he’d first seen her.

When she reached her car, a dark green Camry, she turned. “For me, this is the job from hell.”

“Why’s that? Sounds easy. All we have to do is babysit.”

“You do. I have to play act. I’ll be attending fittings for a wedding gown, shopping for bridesmaids’ gifts…” She gave a shudder. “My worst nightmare.”

“You have something against weddings?”

“They’re a waste. All that money, and for what? An hour-long ceremony in a dress you’ll never wear again?”

He enjoyed watching her changing expressions. Every thought telegraphed before she said a word. Right now, her wrinkled nose and twisted lips displayed disgust. She’d make the worst poker player, and an even worse liar. He rather liked that about her. “I think your eyes are pretty,” he blurted. Then clamped his lips shut. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “I mean, Mr. Rosi seemed to think your eyes weren’t as pretty as Eliana’s…” His cheeks heated. Fuck, could he just stop? She was looking at him with narrowed eyes. “Um, yours are blue.”

Her eyebrows rose, and she pressed her lips together.

“I’ll just…” he pointed at his car, “get my things…”

As he walked away, he heard her chuckling softly.
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As these two spend more time together the sparks fly even as some fall for the bait.

Intriguing, fun with some action and sizzling heat. I’m kind of hoping we see Gabe and Eliana again in these books I’d like her to have a happy ending and not the one her father chose for her.

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Up until recently, award-winning author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights, but loving her dark forest in central Arkansas with its eccentric characters and isolation–the better to feed her hungry muse! To Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war, many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her to the place she travels now–writing sexy novels that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 140 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.

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Investigate With Me – With Me In Seattle Universe by Jen Talty

Investigate With Me
With Me In Seattle Universe
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Not much happens in the city of Langley and that’s exactly the way newly assigned Chief of Police, Jagar Bowie prefers it.

For years, Jag served the city of Seattle as one of its finest homicide detectives. He solved more murders than anyone else in his department. But it was the one that remained open that ruined his career and still haunted his dreams. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t stop searching for the Trinket Killer.

And he can’t get Callie Dixon out of his heart.

When Callie returned to Seattle to finish her book about her time as a reporter covering the Trinket Killer, her own sister’s death, and the police officer who botched the case and stole her heart, she never expected history would repeat itself.

But that’s exactly what happened.

And now her life, and heart are on the line.

This is another multi-author universe, and this book has me looking to read more of it.

A cop and an investigative reporter are an interesting mix. Jager and Callie were the perfect couple until the investigation that brought them together, tears them apart. Callie’s sister is a victim of the ‘Trinket Killer’. It’s her death that triggers Callie into a spiral of accusations and guilt that lead to her losing her job and her fiancé.

Now a year later, Callie’s written a book about the case, one that puts the victims in the forefront. She’s interviewed many people and put together many things that weren’t part of the original investigation and botched arrest.

Jager also fell to the aftermath of that investigation, but he’s in a better place now. As Chief of Police of Whidbey Island, the most exciting part of the day is a speeding ticket. When Callie shows up it seems all those feelings are going to come back to the surface. She’s come to apologize for her actions and also to get an interview with him for the book.

This is a favorite scene.

“I know you’ve read some of it, or you wouldn’t be this mad.”

“The title pissed me off enough that I didn’t have to open it.” He pushed back the chair and gripped the door handle. “I don’t know why I thought we could be nice to each other. But we can’t. So, I think it’s best if you go.”

“I can also tell you didn’t read the last chapter.” She gathered up her things and shoved them in her backpack. “I’ll save you the effort.” She stood and closed the gap between them. She stood so close he could feel the heat rising off her skin, coating his like a weighted blanket meant to protect, only he felt stifled and unable to move.

“Stephanie knew the Trinket Killer.”

“Well, duh, we both came to that conclusion at the crime scene,” he said with a little more sarcasm than was warranted.

“The Trinket Killer has a type. Women with—”

“Tell me something I don’t know, or leave,” he said with a dark tone. One of the reasons he couldn’t sleep more than an hour or two was because his dreams were haunted with visions of someone murdering Callie. A nightmare he couldn’t escape until the Trinket Killer was caught.

Only the bastard had to strike again for that to happen, and it had been a year.

“The crime scene changed subtly three times over the course of twelve murders. The first time had been at murder six when he went from gold to silver trinkets. But I also found that other than my sister, those last victims also either wore contacts or glasses. The other victims didn’t.”

He opened his mouth but snapped it shut. It was an interesting point, one that had been overlooked and could speak to victimology.

“Another pattern I started to notice was height. While all relatively tall and slender, the first girls were all over five six, and some could be a little more curvy than others with larger breasts and all had implants, which was noted but tossed when the trinkets changed.”

“It didn’t appear relevant at the time, considering I had dead bodies piling up, and some had implants and others didn’t. All we knew was pretty young blond women who were professionals.”

“Well, the latter victims were closer to five foot five with small breasts, except my sister. My sister didn’t fit the current MO. So, either something changed with the Trinket Killer, or my sister stepped in the killer’s way.”

“Or both,” he said with an arched brow. “This is not earth-shattering information.”

She pulled out a piece of paper and shoved it in his face. “Do the math, something I didn’t even think about a year ago because it wouldn’t have made sense to.”

He held the timeline of victims and their deaths with all the information she just spewed in his hands. “What the fuck am I looking at, Callie?”

“Victim number six literally happened the night we ran into each other at Mcurdy’s. The first night we slept together.”

“I remember the night, not the day of the week or month.” He scratched the side of his head. “And, so?”

“I never told you this, but the Trinket Killer contacted me.”

He let go of the door handle. His jaw slacked open. “Jesus, Callie. You were fucking the lead detective on the case, and you just don’t think to tell him, oh, by the way, I spoke to the killer the other day.”

“It wasn’t like that, and I didn’t actually speak to the killer, but he left me a couple of notes. They are in the book in the last chapter.”

“He contacted you more than once?”

“The first time was after his ninth murder, and the note said: this one’s for him. At first, I didn’t know it was from the killer or what it even meant until he did it again with the next two murders.”

“You should have told me,” he said. “Those notes could have had prints.”

“I had an independent lab—”

“Save the justification. I’m not even sure why I’m standing here listening because I’m not a detective anymore. I’m the chief of police of a very small town where stopping someone for running a red light is the most thrilling part of my day.”

She set her purse on the desk and pulled out a plastic envelope. “Okay. Then this will be in your jurisdiction.”

“What is it?” “A note from the Trinket Killer that was left in front of my door at the Saratoga Inn this morning.”
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With a bunch of trinkets they are suddenly on the look-out for the killer to resurface. When he does, it’s as bad as ever. Jager isn’t in charge of the investigation and Callie isn’t a reporter anymore. They will have to work together to dissect the evidence of the previous murders and find the clues to identify the killer once and for all.

I absolutely loved this book, I was on the edge of my seat through it all. I was also wrong in all my guesses as to who the killer was. The way Callie and Jager become involved romantically again is full of ups and downs with laughter and tears too.

I think I’ll read more of these to see where the other authors take me.

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

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

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

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Hot SEAL, Bachelor Party – SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 1/Brotherhood Protectors by Elle James

Hot SEAL, Bachelor Pary
SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 1
Brotherhood Protectors
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle James


If you want something done right,
pick the best man for the job

As the best man, Navy SEAL “Rooster” Jacob Fowler is only responsible for two things—the bachelor party and getting the groom to the wedding on time. Enlisting the help of the wedding planner, the groom’s little sister, he has a hell of a bachelor party planned. While trying unsuccessfully to keep his hands off the wedding planner, he’s orchestrated a party complete with a stripper popping out of a cake. What could possibly go wrong?

What can go wrong will,
at the worst possible moment

Casey Wesson needs her brother’s wedding to go off without a hitch. She’s promised the bride, the groom and a potential client that she’s an expert and can manage a wedding beautifully. Her brother is counting on her, his bride trusts her, and her business depends on this wedding going off without a hitch.

When the hot chick didn’t show up to jump out of the cake, Casey has no choice but to fill in. Wearing a disguise and lots of makeup, she pretends to be the stripper. It’s that or the bachelor party is a bust, the first failure in her perfectly planned wedding weekend. One thing leads to another and she ends up in bed with the best man, waking up to a missing groom the day before the wedding.

On a mission to locate the groom, the best man and the wedding planner discover a plot to stop the wedding and a love they never expected.

** BACHELOR PARTY ** is part of the Brotherhood Protectors Series. It is also in the “SEALs in Paradise” connected series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone. They do not have cliffhanger endings and do not have to be read in any particular order.

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It’s Hawk and Kalea’s wedding starting with the bachelor party. Casey, Kalea’s best friend is a wedding planner and has thought of everything to make things run smoothly from beginning to end. She even comes up with the perfect fix for when the stripper hired to jump out of the cake calls in sick. A wig and heavy make-up should do the trick. Plenty of fun and laughter as the cake proves to be flawed and she falls out of it onto Jacob.

Even though he’s figured out who the ‘stripper’ is Jacob couldn’t deny his duty to the bride as Hawk tries to leave the party alone.

This is a favorite scene.

She ran after Jacob and caught his arm. “Did I offend you?” He looked down briefly.

“No, but the groom is leaving. I’m his designated driver.”

Her eyes rounded. “Of course. Go.” Then she frowned. “Wait. How much have you had to drink?”

“One beer,” he said, still moving and picking up speed.

She shook her head and ran faster, the heels making it more difficult. “I’ll drive.”

“No way,” Jacob said over his shoulder.

“I was paid to make sure the groom got back to his hotel safely,” she said. “Give me a minute to get dressed, and I’ll drive you two in my vehicle.”

“I haven’t had enough to impair my driving.”

She met his gaze, her eyes narrowing. “I’m driving.” Casey hurried ahead to catch up with Hawk as he waved down a taxi pulling up to the curb.

“Hawk,” Casey called out. “Wait. I’ll drive you to the hotel.”

With his hand on the open door of the taxi, Hawk paused and glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowing when he saw her running toward him.

Casey leaned into the open passenger window window of the cab and handed the driver one of the twenties she’d plucked from her G-string. “I’ve got this. Go get a burger.”

The taxi driver grinned, his gaze going straight to her cleavage. “I might just stay for the show.”

She gave him one of her eat-shit-and-die glares and jerked her thumb.
“Get going.”

Hawk backed away a step, swaying slightly. “I might have had a few too many, but I’m not too drunk to know that I’m not getting into any vehicle with you. I promised Kalea I wouldn’t touch the stripper. I’m keeping that promise.”

“Glad to hear it. She’ll be impressed.” Casey pulled her key fob out of her bra and clicked the unlock button on her SUV. “I’m driving. You can sit in the back seat. If you’re worried Kalea will find out, you can tell her I’m going to the hotel with this guy.” She tilted her head toward Jacob.

“Is that so?” Hawk’s lips spread into a wide grin, and he clapped a hand onto Jacob’s shoulder. “Good for you, man. I didn’t think you were going to let me out of your sight long enough to enjoy the evening.”

“And I’m not going to let you out of my sight until you’re tucked into your own bed in your hotel room,” Jacob said.

Thankfully, he didn’t deny Casey’s claim that he was taking her back to his hotel room. “I’m driving,” she said. “My SUV is over there.”

“I have my own vehicle.”

“Play it safe. Even if you haven’t had much to drink, I’d rather you didn’t end up in jail when you have a wedding to attend on Saturday.” She drew in a breath and let it out. “Casey tasked me with making sure the groom and groomsmen got back to the hotel to sleep off whatever mischief they might have gotten into. Please, let me do my job.” Again, she tried batting her lashes, a skill she’d never quite mastered. Something big and wispy fell into her eye, making her blink uncontrollably.

Jacob reached out and plucked the offensive item from her cheek. He lifted her hand and laid one of her fake eyelashes in her palm. “You can drive after you remove the other one.”

She stared down at her lash, her cheeks burning. Then with a quick movement, she ripped the other lash off, wincing when the glue held on a little longer than she expected. “There,” she said and lifted her chin toward Jacob.

“That’s better.” He nodded toward the SUV. “Lead the way. And oh,” he held out the shorts she’d flung at him, “you might want to put this on. If we are pulled over, we wouldn’t want our driver charged with indecent exposure.”

She grabbed the shorts and covered her naked butt with them, pinching the Velcro into place. “Now, can we go?”

Jacob glanced at Hawk. “You all right with letting Candy drive?”

“As long as she’s better at driving than she is at dancing,” Hawk said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Casey said.

“Follow me.”

“Gladly,” Hawk said.

Jacob frowned.

“What?” Hawk held up his hand. “Kalea said I couldn’t touch. She didn’t say anything about looking.”

Casey shook her head and marched as best she could in the platform heels to her SUV. She removed the shoes before climbing in behind the steering wheel. No use risking a wreck because she wasn’t wearing the proper foot gear. Thankfully, she’d stored all her clothes in the trunk and wouldn’t have to return to the bar to get anything. She was afraid that if she left the two men alone, they’d leave without her. She wanted to make absolutely sure the groom made it to his hotel room okay before she let him out of her sight. Her promise to the bride, her best friend, hinged on her making this wedding perfect.

Her business depended on it. Nothing like a little pressure to make her night more complicated. She resisted the urge to pluck the string out of her butt crack and slid into the driver’s seat of the SUV.

Jacob held the door for the groom to drop into the back seat. Then he shut the door and climbed into the passenger seat beside Casey.

She would rather have had him sit with the groom in the back seat. Already, she’d been too close to this man too often that evening. Every time they touched, she felt tingly, like an electric current was coursing through her veins. The more distance between them, the better she could concentrate on what needed to be done to pull off this short-fused wedding.

Yes, distance between her and Jacob was what she needed.

As soon as she saw Hawk to his door, she’d skedaddle back to her own apartment and get a restful night’s sleep. Thankfully, all the preparations were scheduled or done. All she had left to do was a rehearsal and to make sure the bride and groom arrived at the church on time.

She had this wedding in the bag.

What could go wrong?
James, Elle. Hot SEAL, Bachelor Party: A Brotherhood Protectors Crossover Novel (SEALs in Paradise) (pp. 38-43). Twisted Page Inc LLC. Kindle Edition.

Apparently no one ever told Casey to never ask the question “What could go wrong?” and go wrong it does. Starting with a missing groom the morning after the bachelor party.

With Hank Patterson showing up to attend the wedding, the investigation gets into full swing. With Jacob and Casey following some leads. One thing they didn’t do right away was tell Kalea. She isn’t going to be pleased.

Crazy is an understatement as Hank assembles a team to go after Hawk.

Laughter, fun, tears, action and heat as Casey and Jacob search for clues and find love in the process.

I know I’m going to love all the books in this Hot SEAL set.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

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Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.

As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!

Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.

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