Brandon’s Bliss – Heroes for Hire Book 14 By Dale Mayer

Brandon’s Bliss
Heroes for Hire Book 14
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Brandon, the newest member of Levi’s team at Legendary Securities, heads to Africa. Bullard purchased a new holding there, but, shortly after arriving, went missing.

Kasha has worked for Bullard for five years. She’s familiar with most of those who work for Legendary as well. Brandon proves his worth almost immediately, planning her boss’s rescue and staying right by her side in the days that follow while they determine what imbroglio Bullard’s stepped into. Accident or a deal gone horribly wrong, it seems Bullard was running guns and now his newest holding is under attack.

Their emotions, heightened by danger, run hot as Brandon positions himself instinctively at Kasha’s side–which is exactly where he hopes to be permanently if they can just find a way out of this rapidly escalating mess.

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Brandon had only been at Legendary Security for two days when the call came in that Bullard was missing. A group of them had gone to check out their latest acquisition but Bullard stayed behind wanting to check out a couple more things before returning. When the plane arrived to take him home there was no sign of him anywhere.

Kasha is the one who called, and while not pleased with their time frame knew that was the best they could do. Merk and Stone would travel from their location in Europe, Brandon and Harrison would leave ASAP from Texas.

On arrival they meet Kasha and have a quick meal before taking off again for Bullard’s new property. The place looks like a medieval castle, with stone walls surrounding the huge building complete with parapets surrounding the rooftop walkways. Kasha confidently leads them through the security and once the command center is up she runs a scan of the property which shows heat signals. Although they are too small to be Bullard they couldn’t dismiss them. Merk and Brandon check them out with Kasha following their every move. They find a couple of interesting things, including the cook Bullard hired from the village. However still no sign of Bullard.

With the initial search of the five floors of the house done they move to the garage to discover the truck that came with the property gone. Fortunately all the vehicles have GPS locators on them.

Leaving Stone with Kasha and the cook, the guys leave hoping to find Bullard.

This is a favorite scene.

Brandon didn’t argue. He hit Reverse, backed down the large ramp and turned around.

He could see Stone and Kasha arguing in his rearview mirror. Given the circumstances, he fully agreed with Stone staying back. The last sight he saw was Stone crossing his arms over his chest and just staring at Kasha.

Brandon chuckled. “I don’t think she liked that much.”

“It doesn’t matter if she liked it or not,” Merk said. “There’s no way we come here to rescue Bullard and get Kasha kidnapped or killed in the process.”

“Keep in mind we don’t know how many men we’ll be up against in the village,” Harrison commented.

“And keep in mind Kasha has weapons training. Bullard trained her himself,” Merk said. “He wanted to ensure she could handle herself when he was away. I know he was contemplating basing her here, but she didn’t want to come this far out.”

“I heard she was looking to head back to the US again,” Harrison said.

“Have you guys worked with her before?” Brandon asked.

“A couple times. She’s good people.” Merk held up a cell phone. “The GPS is showing the tracker on the missing vehicle.”

“Good. What a world we live in where everything can be reduced to a screenshot on a phone held in our hands.”

“It could be that Bullard was taken and even killed for the vehicle. In this area, that relic of a pickup still runs and is worth gold to them, whether they keep it or intend to sell it,” Harrison noted. “Whoever has the truck may not want to give it up either.”

“I don’t give a shit what they would like,” Brandon said quietly. “That vehicle comes back with us. That’s the only evidence we have that Bullard was here. We can’t take a chance of losing that too.”

“What if Bullard sold it to them?” Harrison asked.

“Then they can take it up with him when he’s back on his feet. In the meantime, we treat them all as if they are against him,” Merk said.

“Well then, we’d better find him. No way will I face his team or ours and tell them we failed,” Brandon added.

Just before they entered town, Brandon could see buildings lining either side of the road. Businesses of some sort. Houses seemed to sit behind the business row but not many. A rise was off to the left. He drove the vehicle to the top, and they hopped out and walked over to the edge to look down on the village. With little to impede their view, it was easy to see Bullard’s vehicle, parked between two houses off the main road. They snuck down the hill on foot and around the back of the houses, then took another couple minutes to work their way around to where the vehicle was.

Brandon had the spare keys in his pocket. What they really wanted was to know what happened to the driver. Merk gave a signal that he was going on ahead with Harrison giving him backup. Brandon snuck around to come up behind the vehicle. He was at the passenger side as he caught sight of a clipboard on the front seat. It had Bull emblazoned on the front. Such a Bullard attitude. Brandon checked underneath and in the back but couldn’t see anything suspicious or noteworthy.

A small adobe hovel was on the right. Crossing over, Brandon sent a short Morse code message via his comm before he slipped inside to find it empty and cold. Nobody had used this place for days if not weeks. Creeping back outside, he crossed to the building on the other side and found the same thing. All the buildings at this end of the village appeared to be deserted. They were in rough condition, but it was interesting that the truck was here. Was the whole village involved or just one or two bad apples? The latter was more likely.

Back outside the other two waited for him. He walked up, motioning to both houses and whispered, “Both clear.”

They nodded, and the three spread out, sticking close, and went on a house-by-house search. Harrison served as a lookout to the rear, while Brandon went inside each one, leaving Merk as the scout going ahead to the next target. There was no sign of anybody for several more houses, but, as they came closer to the main part of town, they could hear English-speaking voices.

“We can’t just keep him here.”

“I say, kill him.”

“You know that’ll just bring more problems down on our heads,” another man snapped. “The others don’t deserve that.”

“It’s Bullard. If we don’t kill him, this won’t end here and now.”
Mayer, Dale. Brandon’s Bliss: A SEALs of Honor World Novel (Heroes for Hire Book 13) (pp. 23-26). Valley Publishing Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Most frustrating is the protocols Bullard has put in place. They can’t call the plane back early and Bullard’s unconscious. They team find many more interesting things as they search through the house. Something big is going to go down and with no other recourse they call Levi.

Throughout all of this the attraction and respect between Kasha and Brandon grows. It’s Kasha who will have to make the decision of whether to stay with Bullard in Africa or go home to the States and take a chance on a relationship.

Plenty of action in this one, surprises abound with that simmer to sizzle romance I love.

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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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Return to the Darkness – The Coveted Book 3 By Rebecca Royce and Ripley Proserpina

Return to the Darkness
The Coveted Book 3
Rebecca Royce
Ripley Proserpina


And they say you can never go home again…

When the past tries to rewrite itself, Lacey has to return to the town where the darkness was born. Together with her guys, she’ll face the troubled present, and try to secure her future. But she never could have foreseen that the cost to her and the men she loves would be so impossibly high.

To save them all, Lacey will have to embrace who she is, and trust her guys—no matter how they might change.

After a decade, it’s time to come home. And this time, Lacey, Oliver, Colton, Thorn, and Aaron will destroy anything that threatens it.

If you haven’t read the other two books, stop, go read them first!

This book starts right where we left off in Alaska with Lacey and her guys, Oliver, Thorn, Colton and Aaron. They are preparing to return to New Mexico where it all began. Now settling in they need to decide where to go first. The town is very different now that the darkness is gone, more prosperous.

This is a favorite scene.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn a bathing suit. I was lucky I even had one. Clad in my black bikini, I sat in the hot tub. The jets loosened my back as we all sat around like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Do you guys do this a lot?” I looked at each of them as I asked the question.

Oliver sat with his eyes closed across from me. Thorn was next to him, a bottle of water in one hand. Aaron was next to me on my right. He stared off in the distance, maybe admiring the view. I didn’t let myself look. The last thing I wanted was to start to think things around here were pretty. I couldn’t start to like it. No matter how nice it had become.

Colton wrapped his foot around my own. He had a bead of sweat on his face that I watched, transfixed, as it ran down his cheek.

“First time. We don’t hang around in hot tubs. I swear.”

Oliver lifted his head. “I think we’re only doing this because you have that bikini on. I mean… please don’t wear that in public. I don’t mind sharing with all of them, but I will have to gouge out the eyes of anyone else who looks at you.”

Aaron laughed. “Oh no. I’m going to disagree with my brother. Wear it. Let everyone see what belongs to us.”

I supposed I should have said or thought something like ‘I wear what I want, and my choice of swimwear has nothing to do with your opinion about my body.’ But that wasn’t what I thought or said when heat hit my cheeks. I fucking loved that they were reacting to my appearance.

Colton leaned his head on mine. “I’d rather she be sitting in here naked. What do you say, Lacey? Willing to take it off and let us see you naked in the bubbles?”

I shook my head fast. “What if someone showed up? This is not a town I let my guard down in, ever. I won’t be caught naked outside. No matter the circumstances.”

Thorn nodded. “Maybe that’ll change in a couple of days. We’re fenced in back here. No one is getting in here that we don’t want here. Okay. So what do we do now, Chees? Your father is here somewhere, and he isn’t going to magically appear in front of us. Or maybe he will. Things like that happen around us.”

I thought back to the last time I saw Ray Chee. It had been a while since I’d had to lucid dream in order to kill Mara. “We closed all those doors.” What if I had locked him inside?

“I know where your mind has gone,” Aaron said, “but he physically left my mom after your dream. He’s alive and out there somewhere. The place to start would be in your old neighborhood.”

Despite the warm jets and being surrounded by the people I loved, a chill ran down my spine. “I don’t want to go back there.”

“You don’t have to,” Oliver assured me. He leaned forward and grasped my hand. With a gentle tug, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

“I should have done that,” Aaron grumbled. “Had you right next to me.”

I leaned my head on his brother’s chest, soaking in his warmth. When he spoke, his chest rumbled with the sound. “I think it’s best if Aaron and I go to check out the old riverbed and trailer park. We know how our father works, and if there’s evidence to be found, we’ll find it.”

Colton moved his foot from mine and edged forward. “I’m an archaeologist. I know how to examine a site. I could go for you.”

Oliver’s entire body tensed. I glanced up at him, taking in the set of his jaw and the way he pressed his lips together. It hit me. He didn’t want to go either. Like me, this trip home was stirring up all kinds of issues. For me, it was what this town had done to me. But for Oliver, it was what his dad had done to him.

“Is your mom here?” I asked.

At my question, he startled and squeezed me again. “Yeah. I couldn’t make her stay away. She’s just as stubborn as the old man. I half-expected Kel to show up, too, but she’s got a bunch of big events at her vineyard, and I promised after the last time, she wouldn’t have to leave her life to rescue our parents.”

Hmm. There seemed to be a story there. Peering at Aaron, I caught the slight shake of his head. I guessed that was a story for another time.

The guys’ bravery took me down a few pegs. Here they were, facing their issues, and all I wanted to do was hide my head under my pillow. “I’ll go with you.”

“Uh-uh.” Oliver was quick to respond. His denial was echoed by the others, but tempered a little by Aaron’s, “Not yet.”

“Why not?” I asked. I hated that I was a little relieved to be given an out. Not that I wouldn’t take it, but I should probably know why I got one when no one else did. A horrible thought occurred to me. “Do you think he’s awake?” I didn’t even want to say his name, afraid that here, so close to where he slept, his name on my lips would rouse him.

“Absolutely not,” Colton answered.

Shifting, I placed myself between Oliver’s legs so I could see all of them. Thorn was shaking his head. “No, Lace. You knocked him out. He’s not getting up any time soon.”

“It’s been a decade,” I reminded him. “We don’t know how long my darkness will keep him wherever he is.”

“Can we agree not to call it your darkness?” Aaron shook his head. “It’s something in you, Lacey, but it’s more like your abilities based on a genetic heritage. Maybe you and Thorn could use his considerable talents to find information on everything and figure out what those abilities are. That could be a very useful thing for us to know going forward. Once we leave here, we can set up lives. If we get called to do other paranormal-type things, you could have a real sense of what you can do.”

I wouldn’t mind some clarity, but I was pretty sure Aaron was still dismissing the fact that for whatever the reason, I was pretty dark inside. Whether that was my upbringing, some facet of the fae an ancestor had made a baby with, or just a Lacey thing, I didn’t know. I didn’t know if it mattered.
Ripley Proserpina; Rebecca Royce. Return to the Darkness: The Coveted Book 3 (Kindle Locations 239-287).

The worst part of all of this is that Ray Chee wanted to be the one who took care of Erdig, instead he was upstaged by a teenager. Now he’s changing the past which totally screws up everything as Lacey shows up in a time where she’s dead.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue with hold your breath moments, time travel and plenty of heat.

An awesome conclusion to this trilogy! I can’t wait to see what Rebecca and Ripley will concoct next!

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

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

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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

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The Boss: A Workplace Romance – A Keeper Series Book 3 By Melissa Mc Clone

The Boss
A Keeper Series Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone


He wanted a fling. She wanted forever. All they got was a “goodbye.”

Taking over as the temporary associate producer on a television show, Chaney Sullivan comes face-to-face with her former boss who stole—and broke—her heart. He’s more attractive than ever, which complicates working together. But she knows better than to fall for him all over again.

Nobody denies billionaire Drake Llewelyn anything, but Chaney’s done it—twice. Even though he’s too busy for a relationship, her beauty and sass intrigue him. But she’s changed. Her zest for life and her little dimple are missing, and he wants to uncover why.

When an unforgettable kiss brings them together, fear drives them apart. Drake pushes her away—not believing in love. Tired of trying to please everyone, Chaney retreats. Can they find the courage to risk their hearts or will their pasts keep them alone forever?

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Chaney has taken the opportunity to step in as assistant producer for a high rated cable show to increase her chances for a promotion. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the production company, she had interned for Drake Llewelyn five years ago. She was replacing her friend who is now on bed rest with a difficult pregnancy. What she didn’t account for was her attraction to Drake still being as intense as it was back then.

Drake decided to do more of his company’s show The Billionaires Playground as soon as he heard Chaney had accepted the position. He’s missed her, but he appears to be more interested in a fling rather than a relationship. That’s something Chaney won’t compromise on and certainly not with her boss.

This is a favorite scene.

Chaney tucked her hair behind her ears. “How do you remove the costume?”

He lifted his left arm and pointed with his right hand. “Buckles are hidden underneath. They attach the armor pieces. You have to undo them.”

Okay, that didn’t sound difficult.

As she walked toward him, a wall of heat hit her. Not from the fireplace, but from Drake. She knew he was hot, but not literally. Warmth emanated from him. His scent— sweaty, musky, and male— surrounded her.

“I’m looking forward to getting out of this costume and into a shower,” he said.

No thinking about him doing that. She glanced at the bed again. Thinking about him there wasn’t a good idea, either.

Chaney pulled apart the armor plates to find the buckles. “All I want to do is sleep.”

“That bed looks… inviting. The staff left chocolate on the pillows.” He stared down at her. “Two pieces.”

Uh-oh. She undid a buckle. “The staff may have assumed you’d have a guest.”

“I do. Are you interested?”

Her fingers fumbled. “What?”

His eyes danced with laughter. “In chocolate.”

“I’m not a guest. I work for you… your company.” As she unfastened another buckle, her fingertips brushed the chain mail underneath. “How many layers are you wearing?”

“A few, but once the chain mail is off, I can handle the rest. Unless you’d rather help with that, too.”

Her fingers trembled. No way would she respond to him. Anything she said would come out wrong and might sound as if she were interested in helping with… more. She pressed her lips together.

Chaney focused on the armor, not the man underneath it. She caught glimpses of chain mail, a quilted shirt, dark hair. Intriguing images. Tempting impressions. Ones she ignored. She unbuckled the pieces on his chest and shoulders before placing each in its container on the floor.

She knelt at his feet to remove the lower half of the armor. Reaching around his thigh, she found her hands between his legs and her head much too close to his, um, codpiece.

“I appreciate this, Chaney,” he said as if she were tying his shoes, not practically fondling him as she reached for a buckle. “I know you’re tired.”

Chaney kept her eyes focused on the buckle, not allowing herself to look anywhere else. Or touch any part of him. “Almost done.”

Please, oh, please let me be almost done.

She hurriedly undid the buckle. Unfortunately, three more needed her attention and kept her in an uncomfortable, embarrassing position.

“Finished,” she said finally, laying the last piece of leg armor into its spot in the container.

“Thank you.”

Chaney turned. The words “you’re welcome” died on her parted lips.

Chain mail molded to his muscular shoulders, arms, and chest. The metal shirt fell to his hips. Talk about hot.

She swallowed.

He was every woman’s fantasy and her worst nightmare. But that didn’t stop her knees from going weak and her blood from boiling.

“The chain mail attaches in the back,” he said.

Chaney forced herself into action. She fumbled with the first hook. Her fingers wouldn’t do what she wanted them to do.

She blew out a frustrated breath.

Ugh. His soft-looking hair tempted her to touch it, to see if the strands would curl around her finger.

“Having trouble?” Drake asked.

He had no idea. “I’m getting there.”

Or would. As soon as she reminded her traitorous body she wasn’t interested in Drake Llewelyn. He couldn’t give her what she wanted: a forever kind of love. Not to mention she was on a break from dating men.

An almost two-year break, a voice— maybe her heart— mocked.

Shut up.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

Oh, no. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Sorry, I was trying to quiet the voices in my head.”

“What were they saying?”

“That it’s past my bedtime, but don’t worry. I won’t leave until I finish the job.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

Chaney didn’t understand his confidence in her when she wasn’t sure she could count on herself in this situation.

Finally, the snap came undone. Slowly, much too slowly for her liking, she opened each of the remaining ones. “They’re all unsnapped.”

“Can you help me out of it?”

“Sure.” Her voice sounded stronger than she felt.

“Open the back.”

As she did as he asked, Chaney realized how much the chain mail weighed. He shrugged out of the shirt, so it rested on his upper arms.

“Now come around in front of me,” he said. “Be careful, it’s heavy.”

Chaney held on as he pulled one arm out and then the other, never once leaving her to hold the entire weight.

He placed the chain mail in the container. His damp, quilted shirt clung to him. He pulled out the tails from the waistband of his pants. “Much better and cooler.”

Maybe for him. “I should go.”

“Stay.” One soft word in that delicious, accented voice.

She sucked in a breath. “We’re finished.”

His eyes lit again with that wicked laughter. “Darling, we’re just getting started.”
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Drake is pretty relentless when it comes to Chaney, he wants her and he really doesn’t want a relationship. He has no desire to get married and he feels his reasons are justified.

I love the way this tale unfolds, the behind the scenes glimpses are fun and the growing romance sigh worthy. I enjoyed the members of the crew and meeting some of the more difficult hosts. The places they filmed sparked my imagination but I just really couldn’t figure out how this was going to work out for Drake and Chaney. They are both so dang stubborn and the twists that come into play are definitely not expected.

I can’t wait to see what Melissa comes up with for the next book in this series.

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

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

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

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

The Cowboy Imports A Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 3 By Cora Seton

The Cowboy Imports A Bride
Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


Rob Matheson’s a fighter. Flattening enemies with his fists or with his legendary practical jokes, he’s a tough enemy, and a troublesome friend. But Rob doesn’t know how much longer he can keep up the act. As his buddies get married one by one, he’s left with his lonely life – and the sinking feeling he lost more than his dreams when he traded them for a thick skin. Now Rob’s father has issued a challenge – he’ll give 200 acres of prime Montana ranchland to the first of his four sons to wed. No conditions, no meddling. Could this be a chance to become the man he really wants to be?

Morgan Tate’s worked for years to climb the ladder to a top job at Cassidy Wineries, but Duncan Cassidy, the boss’ son, always stands in her way. Now he’s issued an ultimatum; marry him or he’ll make sure she never works in the wine industry again. Morgan wants marriage – and a family – but not with Duncan. A certain cowboy in Chance Creek, Montana, has stolen her heart.

When Rob offers Morgan a proposition – marry him and split the land – they both find themselves with an ethical dilemma. They don’t know each other well enough to wed, but they can’t lie about their intentions before God and man, either.

Now they’ve got sixty days to fall in love, and a passel of family and friends determined to keep them apart. The victims of Rob’s previous jokes are lining up to get their revenge, and Morgan’s half-sister, Claire, is stirring up their mother’s past.

Will it take the biggest practical joke of all to convince the world – and themselves – that they’re truly meant to be man and wife?

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series, go back and do that now. You will definitely enjoy the series more as each one continues where the last one left off.

Rob has always been the prankster of this group of friends and he didn’t expect to fall heads over heals for Morgan. Morgan was a surprise to everyone as it was revealed that she is Ethan and Claire’s sister and the reason their mother disappeared every year.
With Morgan back in Canada the pranks on Rob begin. However the biggest thing is Rob’s father Holt’s declaration that the first of his sons to marry gets 200 acres of land. Land they can use as they please. Rob’s first thought is Morgan, he just has to convince her to marry him.

Morgan’s worked her way up the ladder at the winery and finally has her own vintage being released. Her boss’s son Duncan is a problem, he has been pushing for dates and does some pretty shady things to get her alone.

This is a favorite scene that includes both Duncan and Rob.

As she slid onto the seat and fastened her seatbelt, the car pulled away from the curb.

“Only the two of us tonight,” Duncan said, and she looked up with a start, her heart beginning to pound when she took in the empty passenger seat.

“Where’s your father?”

“He thought we young folks might like an evening to ourselves.” Duncan smiled into the rear view mirror, a self-satisfied smirk she longed to slap right off his face.

“Forget it. Take me home.”

“I don’t think so.” Duncan pushed down on the gas pedal and the car leaped forward. Glancing out the window, Morgan saw they weren’t headed downtown.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He sped up again. He was driving way too fast for this neighborhood. Had he been drinking?


“Duncan, I’m serious. Take me home.”

“Relax, Tate. You’re always so uptight. Maybe if you were getting some you wouldn’t be such a bitch.”

Getting some? She hoped he didn’t think he’d be getting some tonight.

She stealthily unlocked the door and gripped the handle. She couldn’t jump out of a moving vehicle but sooner or later he’d have to slow down. No way was she going to let him whisk her out of the city to some private place where she would be at his mercy. She knew all too well that men would use their strength against her, given half a chance.

Against her will, a memory of the night she and Claire had gone after Daniel Ledstrom flashed into her mind. Daniel—Claire’s ex—had taken thousands of dollars of interior design supplies from her home and stashed them in the garage of his mother’s vacant house. Claire thought she knew where he’d put them, and when they’d gone to check it out, they’d been cornered by Daniel and two of his thug friends. Morgan closed her eyes against the memories of the man who’d tossed her over his shoulder, hauled her into the house and dumped her on a bed. When he’d climbed on top of her, she’d thought she’d never get away. He’d torn her blouse open—touched her…

When she finally felt the car decelerate, she took her chance. Before Duncan had even pulled to a stop at the light, she clawed her seatbelt off, flung the door open, and leaped out. Her head down, she raced onto the sidewalk and down the street. It was quiet here—an industrial area. She had to hide before Duncan circled around the block.

Fishing her phone out of her purse, Morgan dialed information and asked to be put through to a cab company. She didn’t stop moving and she didn’t dial 911. Getting the police involved wouldn’t solve anything since Duncan hadn’t actually done anything yet. Plus it would get her fired, and without a recommendation from the only employer she’d had for a decade, she’d be toast. She’d have to figure out what to do about that tomorrow; right now, she needed to get home. Darting down an alley, she turned a corner and checked the street-signs.

“Hello,” she said when her call was put through. Fighting for breath, she kept running. “I need a cab. Fast.”

A screech of tires warned her Duncan was trolling the streets. She ducked down another alley and hid behind a dumpster. Duncan might drive up and down the area for a while, but he’d never get out and search on foot. He was too lazy.

Besides, he’d know right where to find her tomorrow. Time to update that résumé.

Half an hour later, a taxi dropped her off in front of her building and she climbed out, nearly weak with relief. Duncan hadn’t found her before the cab arrived. She was out forty dollars, and she dreaded what the morning would bring, but she was home.


But as she walked into the covered garage under her three story complex, toward the entrance to her unit, she stifled a gasp when she saw a man loitering by her door. She stopped, ready to run, until she recognized him.


Shocked, she lifted a hand to her hair. She was sweaty and disheveled from her dash through the streets of Victoria. Her pants were wrinkled and her blouse awry. What a time for the cowboy to show up on her doorstep.

Slowly, she approached him. “Rob? What are you doing here?”

He unfolded himself from where he’d been leaning against the wall. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by.”

She raised an eyebrow. She was still trembling from her close call. Only twenty minutes ago she’d needed all her defenses against Duncan. Now the man she’d longed for was closing in on her, fast. She needed a moment to transition.

She didn’t get one.

“I couldn’t stay away from you any longer,” he said, bending down to give her a kiss that made her toes curl with desire, once she pushed Duncan from her mind. She forced herself to stay in the moment, to be conscious of only Rob. His smell, the taste of his mouth on hers, the strength in the arms that held her. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, letting everything else go. Rob Matheson was easy on the eyes, with a body made for touching. After a few moments, it was all she could do not to melt against him right here and now.

Easy, tiger. Remember your rules. Better not get him—or yourself—too hot and bothered.

She pulled away. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” He finally released her and picked up a black suitcase. “Hope you don’t mind me showing up like this out of the blue. I had a sudden gap in my schedule.”

“Really?” She didn’t think ranchers got gaps in their schedules. “Is everything all right back at home?” She unlocked the door and showed him inside her small apartment. Lugging his gear, Rob followed her into the entryway and down a short hall to the living room. Her kitchenette hugged one wall, separated from the rest of the room by a counter. Her one bedroom and bathroom opened off to the side.

“I like your place. It’s…nice,” Rob said, putting down his suitcase. He seemed out of place in the confines of her little apartment. The cowboy was larger than life, and her living room was oh so small.

“You mean it’s tiny,” Morgan said, trying to wrap her head around his presence here. Somehow Rob demanded wide skies and open land. He didn’t belong in a city like Victoria. “It’s cheap, too. Only a thousand dollars a month.”

“A thousand dollars for this?” His eyebrows shot up.

“It’s expensive here.” “The money’s funny, too. What’s the deal with all the colors, eh?”

She had to laugh at the mixture of the Canadianism with his western drawl. Her shock at Duncan’s behavior and her wild flight through the streets began to melt away. Rob was here. She was definitely safe from Duncan now. “Easier to tell apart than your U.S. money.”

He sobered up. “Look, I know it’s not good manners to drop in unannounced like this, but I needed to see you and…well, I needed to get away from home for a bit.”

“Well, it’s great to see you, too. Just a little…unexpected.” Especially after the hellacious hellacious evening she’d had.

“There’s something I need to ask you. Something important.” He took her hand and led her over to her china-blue couch. There he hesitated, his gaze raking her from head to toe. Whatever he saw made his expression soften and he tilted her chin up and met her mouth with his own again. His kiss started out gentle, but then it intensified. He drew her in closer, one hand at the nape of her neck, the other at the small of her back.

Morgan let his kiss wash over her until she felt weak in the knees. She’d missed Rob so much—missed his touch so much. They hadn’t taken things very far when she’d visited Montana, but she’d wanted to, and she knew he wanted to. It was going to be hard to hold him off this time.

When she began to think holding him off was the last thing she wanted to do, he broke off the kiss, looking as undone by it as she was. After searching her face with his gaze, he slowly knelt in front of her and pulled something out of his pocket. Her stomach flipped when she saw it was a velvet-covered jewelry case. He opened it and held up the ring inside.

“Morgan Tate, will you marry me?”
Seton, Cora. The Cowboy Imports a Bride (Cowboys of Chance Creek, Book 3) . One Acre Press. Kindle Locations (451-513). Kindle Edition.

Now you know Rob’s proposal isn’t going to immediately cause Morgan to say yes. There’s quite the discussion before an agreement.

Rob shows up at the vineyard the next day, and while Morgan didn’t really want him there, she didn’t tell him not to visit. I really love the way Rob handles Duncan and embraces the information the workers give him.

This book is so much fun even with all the family drama and Rob finding alternatives for him and Morgan to start a vineyard. The simmer to sizzle relationship is a large part of this, but it’s all the other things sneaking in to cause controversy and angst that kept me turning the pages.

It’s also great to see everyone again, Ethan and Autumn, Jamie and Claire, Rob’s brothers Ned and Jake, Cab and well the whole dang crew shows up for Claire’s wedding. From wedding gowns to promises this book is packed with surprises.

I am already starting the next book, to see what happens next.

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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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After The Fire – First Responders Book 4 by Jen Talty

After the Fire
First Responders Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Starting over isn’t easy,
but sometimes
you have to walk through fire
to find your hero.

Emergency Medical Technician, Renee Nash finally said I do, only to have all her dreams destroyed when her firefighter husband is killed on their wedding night and now she’s forced to rebuild her entire world from scratch. Months later, she still struggles to set foot in Station 29 where she worked side-by-side with her late husband, especially when the new fireman is a cocky son-of-bitch with an attitude problem.

No one could ever describe Fletcher Cain as anything other than rough around the edges and he would prefer to keep it that way. He’d spent his entire life protecting his heart and soul from the brutality the love and loss. He was damn good at his job. He always had the respect of his team, no matter what station house he ended up at, but he could never quite make them family and that made him an outcast wherever he went. The beautiful and feisty Renee Nash not only can’t stand him, but she’s made his life a living hell and will stop at nothing to have him fired. He’s bound and determined to show her he’s not the enemy, however, he never thought she’d be the one helping to open his heart, and he’d be the one teaching her how to love again.

First Responder books are some of my favorites and Jen Talty is now one of my go to authors for them.

In this book, Renee has returned to work after losing her husband Devon on their wedding night. It was difficult coming back to Station 29 where they’d worked together and it’s also filled with her family. Now they’ve hired Fletcher Cain, she believes he’s the reason Devon died in the fire that night. Although she doesn’t remember it she was unconscious when they got her out of the blazing hotel. She’s only read the reports on the fire.

Fletcher Cain was hired full time at Station 29 because he’s well rounded with his training, EMT, Paramedic, and Ladder. They can put him where he’s needed on any given shift. Unfortunately for him they’ve put him on the Ambulance with Renee and she has been particularly rude and harsh.

Now it’s been decided that they would go to the fire expo and do a class as well as run the booth. Before that happens Fletcher is determined to clear the air between them.

This is a favorite scene.

He stared out at the moonlight dancing across the water. In the distance, a motorboat hummed across the lake. “I had just put on my tank when I saw Devon. I started yelling at him, but he didn’t listen. I took off running, but you know how hard it is to keep up with someone who isn’t carrying an extra hundred pounds of equipment. There was also a ton of noise between the roar of the fire, crew members barking orders, the sound of water hitting flames, and the chaos of the crowd. Not to mention I had on my face mask. I wasn’t sure he heard me at all. Once he ducked inside the lobby, I lost sight of him in the smoke. From there, I had to go to where I knew there were potential survivors. I had to assume he was headed to the same rooms I was.”

“But he didn’t make it.”

“No. He didn’t.” Fletcher dropped his chin to Renee’s head, focusing on the freeze-frame he created in his mind. He raced through that lobby just as the roof caved in, making it harder for him to get to the far end of the hotel to save Renee, he saw out of the corner of his eye, a fiery beam drop. It forced him to skid to an abrupt halt. The bag with a teddy bear burned at his feet. He squeezed his eyes shut. He’d seen that image a million times, but it never registered that a stuffed animal had been what Devon had been carrying.

“If I could have stopped Devon, I would have, and I know this won’t make you feel better or bring him back, but I’ve thought about that night every day and wondered if there was something I could have done differently.”

“And is there?”

“The only thing I can think of would have been to take off my tank and gear so I could run faster. Then maybe I might have caught him. But then you’d be dead, and Devon would be blaming me for that.”

“I need another swig.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“I honestly don’t care what you think.” She leaned over, snagging a bag off the table. Sitting up between his legs, she shoved it in his chest, then leaned over and grabbed the bottle. “I know I’m self-medicating. self-medicating. I know I shouldn’t. But I also have an understanding of where my limits are, and I don’t ever exceed them.”

He bit back a chuckle. Little Miss Rules and Regulations had managed to create some for getting hammered while dealing with tragedy. It wasn’t funny, not at all, but he couldn’t help but find the humor in her rigidness. “What’s this?” He held up the plastic bag.

“That was in Devon’s truck.” She swiped at her lips but missed some of the liquid dribbling down her chin.

He reached out and caught it with his thumb and brought it to his mouth. From the second he’d stepped foot in the 29, he’d noticed the beautiful Renee Nash. Actually, he’d noticed her years ago when he’d come to visit his grandparents.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t a bit of a crush on her, but he lived in Texas and that was a long way from New York, which he only visited like every other year, so Renee was someone he admired from afar when he’d been a teenager and a young adult. But once his parents died, he flew his grandparents to him on a regular basis. When he did come to New York, he didn’t pay much attention to Renee or anyone else, either because he’d found who he thought would be his one and only, or he was too busy spending every second with his family.

Life was too short to waste it on anything else.

He had to admit he had feelings for Renee, but they were totally inappropriate, and he shouldn’t act on them, not even in the name of comforting her during a time of need.

He peeked into the opening and gasped.

Baby clothes.

“You’ve known all along why he left in the middle of the night,” Fletcher whispered. A million questions raced through his mind, but he couldn’t grab one to ask.

“If I hadn’t been pregnant. Or if I hadn’t told him that night and waited until the next day. He wouldn’t have raced in. He would have let you come in and find me.”

Shit. He rubbed his temples. “Is that what you really think?”

“It’s what I know.”

He took her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “When did you lose the baby?”

“Three weeks later,” she said with a quivering lower lip.

“You never told anyone, did you?”

She shook her head.

It all made so much sense to him now. She had to blame someone else. She had to outwardly push her pain and suffering onto another person because deep down she truly believed that it was their child that caused Devon to risk his life in a way he knew to be deadly.

While Fletcher was no therapist, he’d been to enough to make an educated guess that Renee used the loss of her baby as some sort of torture of letting her late husband down. He lost his life trying to save hers.

And she couldn’t save their baby.

So, what does she do in return?

Blame Fletcher.

Made perfect sense to him.

But he also had to consider the fact that she could also be thinking that if she hadn’t told him, he would have never left her in the first place, and they all could have been saved together.

He held her gaze while she took another swig.

“I don’t know why I told you all that, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my family.”

“Your secrets are safe with me.” He took the bottle and once again put a plug in it. “But I think you should tell them. I also believe your thought process is really screwed up. Devon was a firefighter. It was in his blood.”
Jen Talty. After The Fire: the First Responders Series (Kindle Locations 447-493).

Renee wasn’t sure why she told Fletcher the things she hadn’t even told her family, perhaps it was the alcohol. At least he told her everything about the night of the fire and now maybe they can move forward at least as friends.

Things do start to heat up between these two, but neither wants to commit. There’s more to Renee’s story than she’s told so far. I loved seeing Gavin and Charlotte again and for me meeting some of the other folks.
Plenty of ambulance action in this one, and a few more surprises. I laughed, cried and fanned myself to cool from the heat in this one.

I’ve read but have yet to review the other books in this series so I’ll get that done real soon. Just know I can’t wait to see what’s next!

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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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Weston – K9 Files Book 8 by Dale Mayer

K9 Files Book 8
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Weston was at an impasse in his life, after hearing about his unknown daughter, who’d already been adopted by another family. Only the father had since passed away… So … accepting the mission to track down the missing, blind-in-one-eye, limping war dog named Shambhala—in Alaska—was exactly where he needed to be to sort out this other issue in his life. Finding the dog turned out to be easier than Weston had expected, but sorting out how and why this dog’s owner’s had been murdered was something else again.

Now a widower, Danielle knew her daughter also needed a father, so she’d contacted Weston, not sure if he even knew of the baby’s existence. When he said he was on the way, she was concerned at what she’d started and that emotion then turned to terror when Sari’s birth mother showed up at Danielle’s doorstep, looking for her daughter again.

Things turn ugly when Weston’s war dog investigation impacts his daughter’s life and her new mother. He must do something, or everything he’s finally found will be lost.

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Weston is a bit restless and the work he’s been doing is okay but he kind of wants more of a challenge. He’s heard about the guys doing some sort of job with dogs and then they don’t come back. He wants in. it just so happens Badger has a dog in Alaska to be checked on. Shambhalla really needs a nice, calm, and loving home. She is blind in one eye and missing a leg.

There’s another reason Weston wants to go home to Alaska, it’s something he’s been putting off for a while.
Apparently he has a daughter, the result of a one night stand. He found out about her from the woman after the child had been adopted. Daniela Rogers the adoptive mother has contacted him. Her husband died and she would like Weston to be part of his daughter’s life if he could see his way clear to that relationship.

Weston didn’t tell Daniela he was coming, yet she was at the airport to pick him up. She also knows he’s here to find a dog, how she knows about that proves to be interesting. Her motivation for picking him up at the airport was simple, to make sure he meets his daughter Sari.

While that meeting was interesting, the real fun was once he finds Shambhala. His daughter has a thing for dogs and it’s cute as can be.

This is a favorite scene with Sari and Shambhala.

“So is this a good thing or a bad thing?” Daniela asked with a laugh, as she joined Weston farther away from the dog.

“It looks like her focus is on Sari,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what would happen if somebody came up and disturbed them.”

“And I don’t want to find out.”

He smiled. “How long do you want to leave Sari out here?”

“I hate to take her away,” she admitted. “She doesn’t have a lot of playmates around her. Plus I think she just adopted Shambhala.”

“That may be,” he said, “but that doesn’t necessarily mean tit’s the right decision to keep the dog. If we even were to get that cleared.”

Daniela walked toward her daughter. “Come on, Sari. Do you want to play in the sandbox?”

Sari turned to look at her and asked, “Doggy come?”

Daniela hesitated.

Weston asked, “Where’s the sandbox?”

“At the park around the corner. It’s got a pretty decent-size sandbox.”

“Why don’t we all go,” he said. “It will give me a chance to see what Shambhala’s training is like.”

“That’s a good idea.” Daniela smiled down at Sari.

“Yes. We’ll take Shambhala to the park.”

Sari squeezed Shambhala and scrambled to her feet, toddling unsteadily toward her mother.

“Doggy, come,” she ordered in a strict tone, directed at the dog. It was so funny to see her voice change as she tried to be an adult, as she tried to mimic Weston’s command.

Weston walked closer to Sari, crouched and said, “When you want the doggy to do something, you look at her in her good eye, reach out with your arm and make this motion, and then you give her the order to come.”

Sari stared at him with her huge eyes, looked back at Shambhala and moved her hand the way she was supposed to and said, “Doggy, come.”

Shambhala looked at Weston and looked at the little girl. then, with her tongue lolling to the side, she hopped to her feet and went over to Sari. As she arrived she gave Sari another lick on the face.

Sari laughed, hanging on to the dog for support, as they walked back toward the stairs. Daniela watched closely completely flabbergasted that the dog would follow the little girl’s commands, but Shambhala seemed to realize she was needed for steadiness. As they went up the steps, she took them at the exact same pace as Sari.

“She’s so good with Sari,” she said in wonder.

“I see that. So let’s take this chance to put Shambhala through her paces, see what else she might know.” With the leash once again attached to her collar, Shambhala hesitated at the door. But when she saw everybody else was getting boots on and walking out the door along with her, she seemed to be totally okay.

“Did you see that? I’m not sure she would be happy to leave without you,” he murmured.

“I don’t think it’s without me/em>,” Daniela said. “It’s without Sari.”

“True enough.”

As they wandered down the lane toward the park, Sari was busy stomping in recent puddles and then picking up rocks, trying to hand them to Shambhala, who would sniff then and keep walking. Weston kept an eye on Shambhala, who appeared to be keeping an eye on Sari.

“For whatever reason,” he said, “she’s in protective mode over Sari.”

“I won’t argue against it,” Daniela said. “I just don’t know how to turn it on and off.”

“There may be no Off button in this case because I don’t think she’s doing this by command. I think she’s doing this because she wants to.”

“Meaning that she cares about Sari?”

“She definitely cares about Sari. A strong bond exists already between them>’

At that, Daniela shook her head. “I don’t know that I’m ready for the commitment to keep a dog, any dog really,” she said. “And I can’t even imagine trying to feed her.”

“Not a discussion for today, that’s for sure.”

“Well, if it doesn’t fit in today, she challenged, “when does it? Because, as far as I know, you’re leaving tomorrow.” She watched him carefully as he hesitated, then looked at her and smiled.

“how would you feel about a houseguest for a week or two?”
Dale Mayer. Weston (Kindle Locations 1155-1191). Valley Publishing Ltd..

The homesteaders Grant and Ginger, who adopted Shambhala died in a landslide. Now Weston wants to make sure there’s no connection to the dog that would come back at Daniela and Sari. Even as he starts investigating a bit more, Daniela gets an email with a threatening tone from Angel, Sari’s birth mother. Weston isn’t going to let Angel hurt Sari, but he still has to sort out his own feelings.

So much to love in this book not the least of which is Shambhala and Sari and their attachment to Weston. There is intrigue and suspense and a bit of action as Daniela and Weston’s relationship begins to simmer until it’s full blown sizzle.

I really 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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Undercover Agent – A Cocky Hero Novella By Heather Slade

Undercover Agent
A Cocky Hero Club Novella
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade


Undercover Agent is written in
Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward’s
Cocky Hero World
and guest-stars Simon and Bridget from

Resisting a cocky undercover agent
is her mission impossible…


It was one night,
A night of pure passion and desire,
A night I will never forget.
But she walked out,
And I never stopped thinking about her.
And now, she’s back
Within reach.
And again, she’s off-limits,
Belongs to someone else,
One of my men.
Teaming up with her to take down
Those who threaten our freedoms
Seems like a perfect way to get close to her,
But there’s more at stake than ever before.


I never forgot him.
He was—is—everything.
But the timing was off;
I had more happening in my life than I could handle.
And now, with him right there,
I can feel how much I’ve missed:
His touch, his scent, his taste.
Except, there’s more on the line
Than a love affair.
We have to keep it professional.
But can I do that when
I need so much more from this undercover agent?

One of the things I love about a multi-author series is the different takes we get from each author. In this one from Heather Slade she connects her Invincibles to the Cocky Heroes.

Lennox arrives at his fellow MI6 agent Nevin St. Thomas’ apartment near MIT looking for clues into his disappearance. The last person he expected to see was the woman he had a one night stand with and can’t forget. Even worse he discovers Emerson is Dr. Charles whom he has a meeting with this morning. He debates letting her know he remembers her as he recalls Nevin’s interest in her, but he called her Charlie.

Emerson can’t believe that Lynx is at her apartment building looking for her friend Tommy. He has been the subject of many dreams for her since their one night together in London years ago. Now it seems he is the replacement for Dr. Benjamin in her meeting this morning and he’s calling himself Lennox. Unfortunately things go awry almost from the start. A series of mishaps leaves Emme with a large cut and possible concussion.

Fortunately Lennox’s cousin Simon is also at MIT for a medical conference and is available to staple the gash on Emme’s head.

This is just the beginning as it becomes apparent that Emme could very well be in danger. Not knowing all the facts of the problem of Tommy and Dr. Benjamin going missing she runs off to the Cape and her parents. Hoping the distance will give her some insight to her feelings about Lynx. There’s also much Emme doesn’t know about her own family that comes out as she processes that Tommy and Lennox are MI6 and her assistant is CIA.

I loved the way this story comes together. It appears that Keon ‘Decker’ Edgemon is Lennox’s brother, and his Invincibles team will be assisting in finding and rescuing Tommy and the Dr. Benjamin. There is another problem though, there is a mole somewhere and they need to figure out who it is before everything goes to hell.

This is a convoluted tale full of suspense, betrayal, surprises, and a rekindled relationship that will melt your kindle with the heat.

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

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

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

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

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Her Greatest Mistake By Eve L. Mitchell

Her Greatest Mistake
Eve L. Mitchell


I knew the moment I saw Aiden that he was the kind of man who would break a woman’s heart. With his looks, he could grace the cover of any book or magazine.

Even as I got to know him, his hard no-nonsense attitude was alluring. He was as captivating as he was intense, and having his attention was as intoxicating as it was overwhelming. My pulse raced and my stomach fluttered when I was near him.

Yes, Aiden would break a woman’s heart. If she let him.

Maybe, even if she didn’t.

I didn’t mean to let him break mine. I didn’t mean to let him get so far under my skin that he got into my heart.

One moment of passion—that’s all it was. I was reckless. I was stupid.

I didn’t know.

He ripped my heart out without even breaking a sweat.

He said he could explain. I don’t want to hear his lies.

I was stupid that night, but I can’t be again. I can’t let him close enough to make the same mistake twice.

I had not read the novella that is the first seven chapters of this book so I did start from the beginning.It all begins in a coffee shop while Jemma is waiting for her order. She keeps bumping into a guy wearing high-vis outerwear. When she finally looks at him she realizes the uncanny resemblance to the model of the book she is currently reading.

It’s quite the hilarious exchange as she actually shows him the cover and he protests that his tats are better as are his abs.

The man she has dubbed ‘High-Vis’ keeps showing up and while bossy he’s also protective of her. Her boss Richard knows something’s bothering her and sends her out to lunch with his wife Karen.

One of my favorite scenes is the one that occurs following that lunch. It’s a bit longer than usual but it’s necessary.

We finished lunch, and I was reminded again not to go soft on her and to keep Richard appraised of all developments. Karen had a car waiting for her; it pulled up outside Lou’s when she was ready to leave, and she offered to take me back to the office. I declined, I was still damp, and I wanted to manoeuvre Denver’s streets to prove to myself that I wasn’t a hapless female.

I made it ten feet before a passing SUV drenched me from head to foot. I trudged back to the office, dripping wet, freezing and miserable.

“Holy shit, what happened?” Nadine asked me as she watched me walk back to my desk.

“SUVs and puddles,” I muttered through chattering teeth. A puddle was forming at my feet.

“I don’t think I have anything that would fit you.” Nadine was on her feet looking at me. “I can run to the next floor and ask if anyone has gym clothes or anything?” She didn’t wait for an answer but turned on her heel and left.

“Jesus, what did my wife do to you?” Richard looked at me as he came out of his office.

“You’re funny, bossman.” I was practically vibrating.

“No, seriously, what happened?” He looked around as he took his suit coat off. “Please tell me this wasn’t Karen.”

“Don’t be silly.” I wrapped his coat around me. It didn’t do much, but it was something. “Big stupid car that kills the environment.”

“I think you need to go home; I just don’t want to send you home like that,” Richard admitted.

“I just need to dry.” I was shaking more visibly now.

“Why the hell are you soaking wet?”

My eyes closed in disbelief. Maybe I was hallucinating? I opened one eye as I felt him towering over me.

“I said, why are you soaking wet?” Mr High Vis was glaring at me.

“SUV drenched me,” I supplied the answer.

He rolled his eyes. “Of course it did. Come on, up.” He held his hand out.

“Why are you on my floor?” I asked. I also didn’t move.

He wasn’t shy in waiting. “Construction site.” He jerked me to my feet. “Who’s her boss?” His eyes landed on Richard. “I’ll get her dry. She’ll be back in no time. I’ll talk to you when I’m back.”

For the second time that day, I was marched at high speed beside him. No one said a word. We got in the elevator, and he hit the floor above. “What are you doing?” I asked as the doors pinged open a minute later.

“You’re freezing, we need to get you out of those clothes, Jemma.” He didn’t look at me as the doors closed behind us. He shouted out a rapid-fire list of names, and several guys appeared from rooms. He surveyed them all. “I need sweaters, T-shirts… Where’s Danny? He’s the smallest guy we got. Find him, I need his pants.”

Within moments, I had a pile of clothes in front of me. High Vis turned to me and handed me the pile. A smaller man walked towards me and handed me a pair of jeans. They were shortish in leg length but very, very wide. High Vis looked at them and me, and his mouth twitched. He barked off an order for string or twine. With a push between my shoulder blades, he directed me into a room and closed the door behind us.

“Strip,” he commanded.

I froze despite having already kicked off my boots. “Absolutely not.”

“Don’t be a baby. I’m not looking. I’m sorting through this pile of clothes.” He was indeed sorting through the pile of clothes and separating items. He was also performing what looked like a sniff test. I turned away; if I didn’t know, I wouldn’t think about it. “You remembered my name?” I said as I unwrapped Richard’s jacket. My fingers were numb, and I was curiously trying to figure out if they were blue.

“It’s not every day you get told you look like a cover model.” His voice seemed to be closer.

I turned my head, and he was behind me. I froze again.

“Fingers giving you trouble?” As seemed to be his most annoying habit, he didn’t wait for an answer. He nudged my hands out of the way and unwrapped me from Richard’s coat.

“Um, I was managing,” I stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Yeah, the only thing you were managing was vibrating your way to hypothermia.” He started deftly unbuttoning my shirt.

“I’m not comfortable,” I protested weakly.

“Which is why I’m taking your clothes off you,” he answered glibly.

I shook my head. Given the situation, it was perfectly reasonable. However, it still didn’t deter from the fact that I was in a room, with a stranger, who was undressing me.

“No, I mean I don’t want you taking off my clothes,” I protested.

“Okay. I’ve noted your protest.” He untucked my shirt from my skirt, but his eyes never left mine. He deftly unzipped my skirt. He gave it a slight push downwards and then a tug, and it fell wetly down my thighs to pool at my feet. My thick knit tights were also sodden. He hooked his thumbs in the top of my winter tights and pulled, and my breath caught as he lowered his body to take them off my cold numb legs, his eyes never leaving mine. My breathing was becoming erratic. My shirt covered me, and although it was unbuttoned, it was still closed over my body. He stood swiftly and turned to hand me a T-shirt that looked several sizes too big. I hurriedly cast off my shirt and pulled on the T-shirt. It was cold, I was cold, but it was blessedly dry. Thank the lord, it was dry.

“Here.” His voice was gruff as he handed me a sweater. I pulled it on— it fell down to my knees. I started to laugh. He turned and looked at me, and his mouth twitched into a smile. Handing me the jeans, he turned again as I pulled them on. I rolled them up on the legs and stood, and they immediately fell down. “The pants may be a problem,” I admitted. He turned again, assessed me and then lifted his own jacket, hoody, jumper and T-shirt. I didn’t look away as he unhooked his belt.

“At least I didn’t stare,” he mocked me as he walked forward and handed me his belt. My face flushed as I tried to get the belt through the loops, but my fingers were still uncooperative.

He sighed and took over. His warm hands against my ice-cold skin burned. I hurriedly looked away as I felt unnatural tingles race to where he was touching me. Dear Jesus, was this normal?

“My belt can go around your waist almost twice. I feel like I shouldn’t have had that second donut at coffee break,” he muttered as he stepped away.

“I’m just really flat and shapeless,” I offered weakly.

His chocolate brown eyes flashed to mine. “I wouldn’t say that at all.”

My face flushed again as I reached for my boots. “You have a name?” I asked as I pulled my boots on.

“I do.” He collected up the discarded clothes.

“In Western society, it’s common courtesy to exchange names as pleasantries, part of greetings and introductions.” Apparently my sass was back. He just seemed to bring it out of me.

“What have you been calling me up to now?” Those eyes assessed me knowingly.

“Nothing. Just him.

“You’re a terrible liar.” His grin was lazy. “You’re definitely not one of the lawyers then?” He headed to the door.

“Mr High Vis,” I blurted.

He barked out a laugh as he left the room.

“Aiden, my name’s Aiden.” He dumped the surplus clothes on a counter and turned back to me. “Try to stay dry, Jemma.” Aiden nodded once and then disappeared into one of the rooms, already barking out orders.
Eve L. Mitchell. Her Greatest Mistake (Kindle Locations 282-346).

The events of the first seven chapters left me speechless and I was really glad I hadn’t read it beforehand. I won’t spoil it here, lets just say it complicates things for the rest of this book.

I couldn’t put this book down as Aiden and Jemma’s relationship gets more tangled and she’s assigned as liaison for the construction project. Her friend and co-worker Nadine, another construction worker Ben who mostly gives the updates, become integral in this plot as well.

This book had many moments of fan yourself heat, more than a little family drama and so much intrigue as this tale unfolds.

Secrets, trust, and an ending you won’t see coming.

5 Contented Purrs for Eve!

Eve L. Mitchell lives in the North East of Scotland, in the UK. She writes under a pen name, because otherwise her Secret Agent status will be revoked. Eve started writing in 2018, with her first book ‘Indian Summer’ published in January 2019 – and hasn’t stopped writing since.
Eve prefers to consider her relationship with caffeine as codependent rather than caffeine reliant, she admits she may be the more needy one in the relationship but hey… maybe caffeine is just as addicted to her?

Eve L. Mitchell is an author of Contemporary Romance and Urban Fantasy.

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Witchnapped in Westerham – Paranormal Investigation Bureau Book 1 by Dionne Lister

Witchnapped in Westerham
Paranormal Investigation Bureau Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dionne Lister


All it takes is one morning for Sydney Photographer Lily Bianchi’s life to go off the rails and over a cliff.

A well-dressed English woman turns up at her door, swearing she’s a witch. If that’s not crazy enough, she explains Lily’s brother, James, has been kidnapped and the Paranormal Investigation Bureau needs Lily’s help finding him.

And the craziest part? The Englishwoman tells Lily she’s a witch too. Before she can say, “Where’s my coffee?” she’s on a plane bound for Westerham, England. Unfortunately, England’s not as welcoming as she hoped–she’s barely arrived before she gets set up, arrested and almost shot.

Things can only get better from here, right? Yeah, right…

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I was looking for something lighter than my current reading list and this book attracted me with the look of fun, mystery and the clincher, it was free.

This book opens with Lily photographing a wedding, one where the bride is definitely a bridezilla. Fortunately the bride’s father is well aware and gives Lily a most welcome and generous tip. It’s also her birthday and she hasn’t heard from her brother. He always calls on her birthday and she finds herself crying and watching really awful TV.

What really takes the cake is her coffee machine sparking and dying instead of brewing. This is followed by a very static filled call from her sister-in-law Millicent that cuts out and can’t be reconnected. If that wasn’t strange enough, a woman is at her door when she steps out to get her coffee. After rather snarky introductions the woman decides Lily needs coffee before she can have a conversation and lets her go on her way.

Angelica Constance DuPree is not one to be ignored so of course she doesn’t leave Lily alone for long, she has news to impart and it’s not pleasant. She also needs Lily to travel with her to England. This isn’t going to go over well.

This is a favorite scene.

The sun shone on a cool morning, and it looked like the day was going to be gorgeous—weather wise, at least. It may have been rude of me to just leave like that, but I preferred to be safe now rather than dead. And that’s not an overreaction. Trust your gut was one of those sayings I lived by. If I was wrong about Ma’am, I could always apologise later, and we’d laugh about it. Yep, or she wouldn’t laugh and hold it against me forever.

I hurried along the footpath, past an assortment of unit blocks, from red-brick two-storey ones to rendered brick twelve-storey ones. Monday morning brought out a mixture of joggers, surfers, and people dressed for work. I crossed at the traffic lights and soon reached Surfer’s Brew. The delectable fragrance of fresh coffee swirled around me. I breathed it in and sighed. Ah. That was more like it.

Just before entering, I looked back. No sign of my weirdo morning visitor. Maybe my morning was improving. I smiled and stepped up to the counter. “Morning, Frances. Can I get a regular skim cap?” I didn’t get coffee here every day—because I had my coffee machine, or used to have—how depressing—but I visited regularly enough that they knew me. Sometimes I wanted something frothy with chocolate on the top, and I was too lazy to do that at home.

Frances was in her mid-thirties, had gorgeous straight blonde hair, which was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and an infectious smile. “Hey, chicky. Coming right up. A little birdie told me it was your birthday yesterday. Happy birthday!” She banged used coffee grounds out of the thingamajig and filled it with new ones.

“Aw, thanks. Did you run into the girls last night?” The girls being my besties, Sophie and Michelle.

“Yep. How come you weren’t there? They told me you piked.” She screwed the thingamajig into the machine and pressed the button. And wouldn’t you know, it worked. I wish my machine still worked.

“Big day photographing a wedding. One drink and I would have fallen asleep.” I laughed—it wasn’t too far from the truth. So what if I left out the bit where I had a pity party because my brother hadn’t called. I’d try calling him later. Knowing him, he had a good reason for missing my birthday, and I would keep reminding myself until I knew for sure.

Frances frothed the milk and poured it into the coffee before sprinkling lots of chocolate on the top—she did extra for me, because it was my favourite part. Then she did some magic with a spoon and made a cute little heart on the top of the froth. “There you go.” She smiled, and I handed her four dollars—coffee habits didn’t come cheap.

“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver. See you later.” I waved. She waved. The usual. I stopped just outside the shop, unpopped the lid and licked the chocolatey goodness off it before taking a sip. Heaven. The simple things were really the best.

I replaced the lid and started down the street, contemplating whether I should return to my apartment, and possibly run into Ma’am, or go for that walk. There was nothing like a stroll on the beach to settle my mind. The rolling surf was calming. During summer, I’d go body surfing, but the water was a bit cool now, and I was the first to admit, I was soft.

Hmm, if I went back now and had to deal with Ms Crazy-pants, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my coffee properly. That was an easy decision: walk it was!

But since when was life that easy?

I reached the end of the path and the beginning of the sand. Salty sea spray hazed the air, seagulls wheeled overhead, and the sun warmed my face. Surfers bobbed in the water, waiting for the next wave, and a young mother watched her two kids build a sandcastle. Before I could absorb the peace of the scene, I noticed something, or rather someone, that was out of place: a woman in a drab but well-tailored business suit and low heels with her arms crossed in front of her chest and another self-satisfied smile. Seemed like she only had two expressions: pissed off and smug. I breathed in deeply, and when I exhaled, my serenity went with it. Wasn’t it supposed to work the other way around?

“You can run, but you can’t hide.” Great, she was intimidating me with clichés.

“On a scale of one to ten, your creep factor is about an eight. Think you could tone it down?”

She smiled. It could have even been genuine this time. “At least you have some spunk. You’re going to need it, missy.” Her expression morphed into sad then quickly into serious.

I sipped my coffee. I had a feeling I was going to need all the caffeine support I could get before she was done with me. Angelica nodded. “Unfortunately, you’re right.”

Not again with the mind reading. How was she doing that? “Can you please tell me what you want?”

“Look, we don’t have time to dilly-dally. You appear strong enough, at least, and there’s no way to say this nicely, so I’ll just say it. Your brother, James, is missing. He disappeared seven days ago.”

No amount of coffee could have prepared me for that. My stomach fell as fast as my cup. It hit the ground, still half full, dammit. The lid came off, splashing brown liquid on my runners and shins. A chill sluiced the sun’s warmth from my arms like the reaper’s scythe, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I shivered.

I was transported back to the day my mum’s best friend sat James and me down and explained that our parents weren’t coming home. Ever again. I remembered James gripping my hand and squeezing for dear life. We’d held fast to each other since then, until he’d gone off to the UK. Tears spilled down my cheeks. I wanted to fall to the ground and curl into a ball, but making a scene wasn’t going to help. Was James’s disappearance somehow related to my parents’? Was I next? No, don’t be stupid, Lily. Coincidences exist. That’s all it is.

Ma’am stepped closer and laid a stiff hand on my shoulder. She patted me awkwardly then dropped her hand. I appreciated the gesture: I wasn’t much of a hugger either. My personal space was just as important to me as my right to believe in nothing.

“You look a little pale, dear. I’m sure you have many questions. Let’s return to your apartment and grab your things. We have a plane to catch.”
Lister, Dionne. Witchnapped in Westerham (Paranormal Investigation Bureau Cosy Mystery Book 1) (pp. 13-17). Dionne Lister. Kindle Edition.

Now all things considered this wasn’t so bad, well except for finding out she’s a witch. That was the reason her electronics had gone wonky. However, once they arrived in Westerham things take a turn for the worse. It seems part of Lily’s powers is connected to her photography skills. By taking pictures she can see events as they took place but she keeps ending up arrested and unable to get to the truth of her brother’s disappearance.

Assistance from the arresting officers and Angelica get to the bottom of things in this fun, suspenseful and adventurous read. I will definitely be continuing this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dionne!

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USA Today bestselling author (November 2017), Dionne Lister is a Sydneysider with a degree in creative writing, two Siamese cats, and is a member of the SFWA. Daydreaming has always been her passion, so writing was a natural progression from staring out the window in primary school, and being an author was a dream she held since childhood.Unfortunately, writing was only a hobby while Dionne worked as a property valuer in Sydney, until her mid-thirties when she returned to study and completed her creative writing degree. Since then, she has indulged her passion for writing while raising two children with her husband. Her books have attracted praise from Apple Books and have reached #1 on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Apple Books charts worldwide, frequently occupying top 100 lists in fantasy.

Dionne works as an editor, has published a YA epic fantasy series called The Circle of Talia, and is currently writing The Rose of Nerine fantasy series and the Paranormal Investigation Bureau cozy mystery series. Shadows of the Realm has been translated into Spanish and Italian, and is available at all ebook stores.

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Rory’s Rose – Heroes For Hire Book 13 by Dale Mayer

Rory’s Rose
Heroes For Hire Book 13
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Rory is an animal lover. In his mind, any veterinarian who does as much pro bono work as Louise, the local vet, deserves his help when she gets into trouble…

Louise works long hours at her own veterinarian clinic. When she receives an unexpected delivery one day, complete with a dead deliveryman, a domino-series of events puts her and her clinic full of precious animals in danger.

Rory is the first to volunteer to keep her safe. Professional reasons quickly become personal. Louise is everything he’s ever wanted and never expected to find in a single woman. He’s looking forward to a future together, and the only way to ensure that is to stop whatever’s endangering her and her animals.

Unfortunately, the killer isn’t leaving a witness to his crimes. At first, Rory and the team at Legendary Securities make headway in discovering what’s going on, but the tables turn in an instant and, for the first time since he joined the team, Rory’s vision of a satisfactory resolution–and happily-ever-after–may not be in the cards.

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Oh my, Levi and Ice’s crew with puppies!!!! That dang near had me drooling. Okay so I was drooling…but seriously…Rory and the puppy Rose is a match made in Levi’s hell.

Louise is their vet and with the number of puppies she couldn’t feed all of them herself so she dropped them off at Levi’s and the guys are seriously in love with the entire litter. Of course Levi keeps saying no to any of them staying, but you and I know better. To be honest I don’t think they’re ever going to go to Anna and Flynn for adoption.

Louise has another problem and she really doesn’t know how to ask for help. It’s Rory who sees it and calls her on it while they were all at dinner. Her response surprised them all.

This is a favorite scene.

Silence fell in the room as others tuned in. Louise looked around nervously, yet she only saw curiosity and acceptance. She settled into her skin somewhat. She hadn’t planned to talk about this, but, having seen this place, knowing the people, there was just something secure and dependable about them.

“I don’t even know what I need.” She winced because that would only bring on more questions. “It’s probably a matter for the authorities anyway.”

Ice was seated on the other side of the table. She leaned over and asked, “What’s a matter for the authorities?”

“I think somebody is mixing up the wrong drugs for animals.”

Silence returned as everyone stared.

“What do you mean?” Levi asked, his voice stern.

Louise took a deep breath. “I got a shipment of drugs from my usual supplier but with different labels on them. When I asked the driver about it, he couldn’t give me a decent explanation. He hurriedly grabbed the case from my arms and reloaded it on the truck. He apologized, saying it was a wrong shipment. Then he was gone damn fast.”

It was probably a mistake to bring it up, but she couldn’t let it go in her head. At least Levi’s team would let her know if she was making something out of nothing. “The thing is, he left one of the cases behind. I tracked it back to the company and called them. They said they didn’t know anything about it. How it was obviously a mistake. I took a closer look. The medicine looked to be in the company’s packaging. As if somebody had opened the packages, dumped the contents of the bottles, filled them with something else, then resealed them.”

“Is that possible?” Ice asked.

“I never thought about it until I ended up with this case. So I’d have said no before, and now I feel like I need to say … maybe,” she admitted.

“What made you think the wrong drugs were inside the containers?”

Rory’s tone was calm, without making it sound like she was making this up. She appreciated that. As such it was easy to answer. “I used to sell a lot of veterinarian supplies. So I do know the company’s products. Plus I use them for my own work. The one I opened had a different texture to the powder. I checked with the company, and they confirmed they haven’t changed their formula. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I don’t want to use the drugs, just in case, and now I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Do you still have them?”

Louise nodded. “Yes.”

Silence once again fell in the big dining room. Even Alfred, who just arrived, froze midstep with a tray of something else delicious looking in his hands.

Louise looked around the room and asked, “Why?”

“Several reasons. First, if something is wrong,” Levi said, “we want to make sure the drugs aren’t administered to animals. What color is the substance inside the bottles?”

“That’s part of the problem. When I looked at it, my mind immediately thought of something else. Because it was white.”

“As in cocaine? Heroin?” Levi leaned forward, studying her face intently.

“I don’t know the difference,” she admitted. “I’m not sure about anything. For all I know, it was my imagination. Like, when you notice someone who looks at you in a shifty way, as if they’re nervous, and they just want to get away. As if they realize they’ve made a mistake, and it’s a big one, and they quickly grab and run?” She shook her head. “The delivery man didn’t waste any time leaving the parking lot.”

“What kind of vehicle was he driving?”

“An old delivery truck. I don’t remember what was printed on the side of the truck, but it was one of the standard brown trucks we see everywhere. I didn’t look that closely,” she admitted. “Why would I? And when? After he took off, I couldn’t see anything on the back panel of the vehicle.”

“So, like a pickup truck, a delivery truck or a big semi-truck?” Rory asked beside her.

“One of those smaller panel delivery trucks. But it wasn’t as big as what I’ve seen before.” She frowned, then she shrugged. “I really don’t have any way to measure it. I just gave it a passing glance.”

“But you couldn’t see the license plate when he took off?” Rory asked.

“I didn’t look. I’m not sure if it was even there. The truck was pretty muddy.”

“Do you have security at the clinic?” Ice asked.

Louise turned to look at her in surprise. “Yes. I do. I haven’t checked the feed to see if the truck shows up there or not.”

“Somebody will go back with you. He can take a look, run through the camera feed and look for any sign of a license plate or what kind of truck it was and possibly catch the driver’s face.”

“As for a description, all I can really say is he was Hispanic-looking and dressed in black jeans and a gray T-shirt. I don’t think he spoke English very well.”

“So, no uniform?”

She stared at Rory in surprise. “Actually no. He didn’t have on a uniform.”

The others nodded.

“You really think they’re smuggling drugs? Why deliver them to a vet clinic then?”

“They could also be making regular deliveries, and the shipments got mixed up.”

They asked her dozens more questions, but she was hard-pressed to answer any of them. Finally she stood and said, “I have to get back. I’ve stayed longer than I intended to.”

Rory glanced over at Levi and raised an eyebrow.

Levi nodded. “Rory will follow you back. Give him access to your security feed, and let’s see if he can find anything.”

She hesitated. “Do you really think it’s something serious?”

He gave her a flat stare. “If it is, and you don’t do something about it, it could be bad.”

“In what way?” she protested. “I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“No, but that is the second issue we didn’t discuss. If one case of the product was left behind, is that driver or his boss coming back after it? If it’s drugs, like cocaine or heroin, it’ll have a high street value. Whoever is moving these drugs will want them back. They’ll retrieve them no matter what they have to do.”

She could do nothing but stare at him. She hadn’t once considered that.

“In other words,” Rory added quietly, “your life is in danger until this is settled.”
Mayer, Dale. Rory’s Rose: A SEALs of Honor World Novel (Heroes for Hire Book 12). Valley Publishing Ltd. Kindle Locations (177-230). Kindle Edition.

Rory stops a break-in but one of the bad guys gets away, not before killing the two Rory had captured. This only emphasizes the need for better security for Louise’s Clinic. A lot of back and forth regarding cost with Ice and Rory then Louise had me giggling. You know they aren’t going to let friends be in harms way.

Lot’s of tension as the body count rises, animal babies abound and there is definitely a cuteness overload with the puppies.

The relationship between Rory and Louise is a simmer to sizzle that is perfect. These two are definitely meant for each other.

I’m going to start the next book in this series, I am almost caught up.

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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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