Cowboy Wilde – Cooper’s Hawke Landing Book 2 By Rhonda Lee Carver

Cowboy Wilde
Cooper’s Hawke Landing book 2
Rhonda Lee Carver


From the very beginning, fate led Grace to Wilder Ranch. Would the peaceful town of Cooper’s Hawk hold the key to peace in her heart?

Sitting in a quiet bus station, Grace Everly needed something, somewhere to go. The walls of her apartment in the city were closing in, suffocating her. By luck or by destiny, a stranger arrived with a ticket that offered Grace an opportunity to leave her broken past behind—a job at a remote ranch. Without a clue what she was getting herself into, she got on a bus and took it to Cooper’s Hawk, Montana. Within an hour of reaching the small town, and the ranch, she realized she’d made a huge mistake. The house was a dump, the job was out of her comfort zone, and the owner, as hunky as he was, left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Yet, there was something about the place she connected with.

Ruger Wilde was on a time crunch. He needed to get the Ranch and B&B up and running fast. And when his hired help showed up late and looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine, not the hard worker he’d expected, they were immediately off to a rocky start. She didn’t have any idea how to hammer a nail or boil a pot of water, so why didn’t he send her back where she came from? Why did he feel like she needed Wilder Ranch more than the ranch needed her?

In bits and pieces Grace reveals her past and Ruger starts to warm up to the mesmerizing beauty, although neither of them are prepared for the emotions that hit them like a ton of bricks. Will they learn that love always comes with risks? Sometimes the pain suffered in the past only makes love much sweeter the second time around…

Grace needs a break, she has immersed herself in work since her divorce and the loss that causes her immeasurable pain. As she’s sitting at the bus station deciding on where to go she overhears an argument. The woman is leaving and the boyfriend is trying to get her to stay. Now Grace has really been looking for some sort of sign as to where she should take this break and it comes in the form of that young woman who she sees crying in the restroom. With the letter that confirmed the woman’s employment in her hand she buys the ticket to Cooper’s Hawk Landing.

Ruger Wilde is doing additional certification training for Search and Rescue along with his buddies. He’s an ex-marine and many of the team are also former military. This is really more to be sure they are all staying fit and able to do the strenuous feats that are required during mountain rescues. He also has a goal of getting both a B&B and working ranch up and running in a month’s time. A feat that is daunting to say the least since the property has been neglected for years.

Grace decided to let a little white lie lead her to this job. This is made easier by the fact that the original young lady was named Graceann. Just dropping the ann part is easy but she still has no idea of the expectations of this job she’s about to undertake.

Now she didn’t expect to have any feelings one way or another for her boss, but Ruger sets her heart aflutter from the moment they sit down to discuss her contract. Ruger knows she’s lying but decides to let her stay anyway. That first day she meets quite a few people in town, including Ruger’s mother Hannah, his friend Mug and Mindy Hawke.

As she’s figured out that the best way do start things is to alternate the painting inside with landscaping. That way she could avoid be overwhelmed by the heat inside. For now she only had to cook for herself and Ruger but she’s not very good at cooking, so she’s going to have to learn and quickly.

While she’s at the garden store she runs into Mug and he invites her to dinner. She accepts and when she tells Ruger he’s a bit stunned but doesn’t say anything. While she’s gone he does a bit of pacing which I found amusing.

This is a favorite scene when she gets home a couple hours later.

“THANK YOU FOR joining me.”

“I’m glad I did. You were right, it was the best pizza I’ve ever had.” She looked across the seat at Mug.

“I hope the company wasn’t too bad either.”

“The company was splendid.” And she meant it. He was funny, intelligent and had many stories of his life adventures. She also appreciated that he hadn’t made a single move that would have made things awkward between them. “Have a safe trip home.” She climbed out of the passenger seat of his truck, closed the door, and waved.

The truck pulled away and she naturally glanced across the yard to the guest house. A light was still on. She turned to start for the porch, but something tugged her to take the path that could change things between her and Ruger. She didn’t owe him an explanation, but she wanted to give him one.

Dew had settled on the grass and by the time she made it to the guest house her sandaled feet were soaked. At the door, she hesitated, rethinking the next step a dozen times before she finally gave in and knocked softly.

The door came open and her breath held. Ruger was shirtless, his jeans were left unbuttoned like he’d heard the knock and dragged them on. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said back. “Were you asleep?”

“Almost. Come in?” His brow lifted.

“I shouldn’t. I just wanted to say…” Suddenly the words jammed in her throat. She hadn’t planned this out very far.

“Yeah?” He chuckled.

“I guess I just wanted to let you know that I was home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly turned and practically ran up the path to the main house. What had she been thinking? She’d almost made it when she heard a noise behind her, gave a slight squeal as she felt a grip on her wrist…
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Now with that first kiss things change between them, and while they are both guarding their hearts, that will slowly change.

There are a few twists and turns in this book along with a rescue or two and quite a few surprises as Ruger and Grace figure out their feelings. I really enjoyed this slow build relationship that eventually sizzles.

I have to go back now and read the first book of the series, somehow I missed it. ‘Cowboy Creed’ is Mindy and Creed Hawke’s story.

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Unending Love – Black Swan Book 7 by KaLyn Cooper

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

Unending Love
Black Swan Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


Their life together is not over.
He has to believe it…or it will be.

Alex Wolf gets the call that every man dreads…there’s been an accident and the love of his life is in the hospital.

As an active duty special operations officer, Katlin Callahan has an extremely dangerous job and she was the best in the world. In peak physical, mental, and emotional health, she took on anything Homeland Security asked of her. Until she’s broken.

Katlin’s traumatic brain injury sets their lives on a roller coaster ride that tests their love with every twist and turn.

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Katlin and her team are off on another mission, this one she’s not actually in charge of, Jonathan Cummins is. He’s a misogynistic arse and his men aren’t any better. The ladies are winding down after a long night at an Embassy dinner with Jonathan’s team. They weren’t getting any intel and couldn’t figure out why they were even there.

Jonathan shows up saying he has new intel on the new Hezbollah leader and they would be leaving in the morning. When questioned about routes and other intel he was less than forward. That begins this FUBAR mission which has the Black Swans flying top speed back to the states.

This is a favorite scene.

It would be okay. It had to be. He loved Katlin and she loved him. They were going to be married. When, he had no idea. He needed to lock Katlin down on that soon.

They needed to set a date. She needed to plan a wedding. Although Alex’s first wedding was quick and inexpensive, Katlin’s had been the total opposite. She and her mother had spent nearly a year planning everything, from renting guesthouses to transportation to the United States Naval Academy Chapel, then on to the reception venue. Her wedding to Ty was as orchestrated— and perfect— as possible.

If she wanted the big white dress and full Catholic Mass again, Alex would be sure she got it.

Glancing around the airplane cabin where his men slept, Alex decided it was safe for him to check the special app on his phone. Sliding in earbuds, he opened the program custom-made by his computer guru. A map of the spinning world began to hone in on her location, finding her unique tracking signal. It placed her over the Atlantic Ocean.

She was headed home.

Excitement filled him. He would see her soon. He clicked on the sound and listened to her heartbeat, the way he did every night as he fell asleep. It was his way of keeping her close. Her heartbeat was very slow which usually meant she was either sleeping or meditating.

Immediately, he speed-dialed her. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, and did, the recorded one. Alex hated leaving voicemail, but it was a good place to start with his explanation. Maybe they were between satellite signals.

Before he tried again, he booked his flight from L.A. to Washington D.C.. She would definitely beat him home, but he would be there as soon as he could.

Over the next several hours, Alex tried, and failed, to get in touch with Katlin.

While waiting in the private terminal for his flight to D.C., Alex’s phone vibrated in his side pocket. Deep in conversation with a Fortune 100 CEO, he almost ignored the call. At the last second, he checked the caller ID.

GRACE flashed on the screen.


He swiped the answer icon and stood. “I’m very sorry. I need to take this.” He stepped away and stared out the windows, seeing nothing, concentrating on her words.

“Alex,” Grace said in a whisper before he could even say hello. “Don’t say anything. Just listen. Katlin is being taken to Walter Reed Hospital in D.C. She’s hurt… bad. Brain injury. RPG exploded next to the car on her side. I’m in the cockpit and being watched. I’ll call you again as soon as I can, but that may be a while. We’re all on lockdown.”

“Lieutenant Hall.” Alex heard a stern male voice in the background. “Are you finished with all your shutdown procedures? We need to leave. Now.”

The connection ended.

Alex couldn’t breathe.

He’d seen by her tracker that Katlin was moving toward the U.S.A. and anxiously waited for her usual call. As he saw her get closer, he was disappointed that she hadn’t called yet, but he thought she might be the pilot on that leg, not that it’d stopped her in the past.

Alex had never considered that she couldn’t call him. That she wasn’t physically able to call.

Bad. Grace had said she was bad. Fuck, no. He couldn’t lose her. He had so many plans for them.

He had to get to Washington D.C.. He would go straight to the hospital.
KaLyn Cooper. Unending Love: Black Swan Book Seven (Kindle Locations 576-579).

What Alex finds when he arrives at the hospital has his blood boiling. Apparently Jack Ashworth, Kat’s boss and nemesis has declared himself her husband. Alex squashes that quickly and makes other arrangements once he finds out from their shared lawyer that he has Power of Attorney over her care.

This book had me in tears, furious at Jack’s shenanigans and even more in love with Kat’s team and their men. Alex and his Guardian team are totally awesome and Daniel has more than a couple of things up his sleeve when it comes to keeping Kat safe.

Don’t miss this latest book in the Black Swan Series, it has just become my favorite in this series.

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

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

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

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A New Series! Caleb’s Mate – Canyon Springs Book 1 by Becca Jameson

Caleb’s Mate
Canyon Springs Book 1
Becca Jameson


The small town of Canyon Springs, Colorado, is filled with warm, welcoming people and breathtaking views. Is that why visitors often decide to stay for the rest of their lives? Or is it something else?

Elena isn’t worried about spending a week in Canyon Springs settling her aunt’s estate. She’s never bought into the notion that shifters can somehow lure people into their dens and brainwash them into staying in town. That’s got to be a myth.

She and her twin sister never met this estranged aunt, so they aren’t exactly in mourning. Elena intends to spend the week reconnecting with her sister. Hopefully, she’ll find the spine to tell her sister what a failure her career has been.

But what if the lore is true? In an unexpected twist, Elena finds herself instantly falling for Caleb, the sexy wolf shifter who approaches her on her first night in town. She can fight the pull. She can deny the illogical facts. But in the end, does it really matter why the heart chooses who to love?

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Elena and Layla are twins, they both received letters from their great aunt’s attorneys requesting them to come to Canyon Springs to settle her estate. It seems that in spite of the fact she and their grandmother were estranged, the woman left everything to the two of them.

For Elena going to Canyon Springs would be a financial hardship, but if the house is worth anything it could relieve some of her problems for a while at least. Layla on the other hand appears to be doing much better than her twin, although neither of them talk much anymore. Layla is an aspiring actress and lives in LA. With Elena in Chicago they haven’t seen each other in a long time. A trip to Canyon Springs seems just the thing to reconnect and have some fun together.

Caleb and Hunter apparently have scented their mates, at different places and times. A photo that Caleb managed to get from the parking lot of the grocery store starts a throw down at the only bar in town. That is until they scent their mates and see the twins.

Layla had convinced Elena they should go out that first night to relax and get a feel for the town. She also might have mentioned getting lucky with a shifter.

This is a favorite scene.

“They’re on the dance floor,” Caleb told her, his mouth seemingly much closer to her ear than she’d expected.

She looked back at him, catching him exploring her features. Still above the neck however. His gaze traveled all over her face. Studying her. Memorizing her?

She shivered.

He smiled. “Sorry. I’m making you uncomfortable.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to entertain me, you know. I’m a big girl. Layla dances with everyone. I’m used to it. I’m pretty sure she dragged me here tonight hoping to meet your friend. Apparently she saw him jogging. That doesn’t mean you should feel obligated to talk to me.” She was rambling, but she couldn’t stop herself. Thoughts were running rampant through her mind. “I’m not a very good conversationalist. I mean, I suck at it.”

He was grinning at her, not making fun of her but amused.

“Sorry. I’ll shut up now. I’m just saying… If you’d rather… I mean, my sister and I may look alike, but she’s the outgoing one. I’m the awkward one.”

Caleb reached up with his free hand and fingered a lock of her hair before tucking it behind her ear. “Maybe I’m the awkward one,” he suggested with the lift of a brow.

She flinched and then let out an unladylike snort. “You can’t even begin to out-awkward me. All I’ve done so far is ramble.”

“I find I like your rambling. Your voice is lyrical.”

My voice is lyrical? What the hell does that mean?

Elena narrowed her gaze at him. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me, I’m not good at that either. Again, I may look like Layla—”

Caleb shook his head. “Stop comparing yourself to your sister. I’m not.”

“Wait… How did your friend know which one of us was the one he saw jogging?”

Caleb grinned. “You smell different.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

He shrugged. “You already ascertained we are shifters. How much do you know about shifters?”

Not enough apparently. She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He chuckled and then lowered her hand from his chest to the table as he pulled another stool from under the table and took a seat. He set his forearm on the table, squaring himself with her. “No seriously. Tell me what you think you know. I love hearing what the outside world thinks of us. Am I the first shifter you’ve met?”

“Yes.” She cringed, feeling as though she’d insulted him.

He chuckled again. “I’m not judging you. I’m just curious. What’s the latest gossip?”

She licked her lips. Should she tell this stranger all the probably incorrect misconceptions she had? What could it hurt? It wasn’t like she was ever going to see him again. Might as well humor him with her ignorance. “Let’s see… Well, you should know that most of my information came from my grandmother.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Your grandmother?”

“Yep. She died last year from a stroke, but she raised me and my sister, and she dedicated far more time than I would have liked grumbling about shifters.” Elena sat straighter and shook her head. “Not to imply she influenced us. She didn’t. Layla and I are not judgmental. Toward anyone. I just mean Grandma Mable tried to instill her bigotry in us.” Why was she telling this stranger her life story?

“Go on. This is interesting.” He wasn’t making fun of her. He genuinely wanted to know.

“Okay.” She eyed him suspiciously, making sure he wasn’t pulling her leg. “Did you know Marge Keller?”

His face changed to a mixture of shock and surprise and concern and humor and uncertainty. Good grief. That wasn’t even possible. She probably imagined it. “Of course,” he responded reverently. “Everyone knew Marge.”

“Well, she was my great aunt. My grandmother’s identical twin.”

He nodded. “She was a great woman. How have I never met you before?”

“I’ve never been here. My grandmother and her sister had a disagreement in 1964 and never spoke to each other again.”

Caleb nodded, his brow furrowed. “I knew that. They fought over shifters. Your grandmother didn’t approve.”

Elena was shocked. Did everyone in town know their story?

Caleb shrugged. “Sorry. It’s a small town. Most of us are all up in everyone else’s business. If I remember correctly, Marge came through Canyon Springs right after she finished college, met Josiah Keller, and never left.”

“Yep.” It was weird that this man in front of her knew her family’s story. Hell, he probably knew far more than she did. “My grandmother didn’t think regular humans— as she referred to us— should mix with shifters. She took that stubborn belief to the grave.”

“That’s so sad.”

“It is. Grandma was incensed. She never let Layla and I visit Canyon Springs because she believed shifters had some magical ability to lure human women into their lives and never let them go.” Elena smiled to lighten the conversation.

Caleb started laughing. He even tipped his head back, the room filling with the gorgeous sound of his voice.

Part of Elena wished he would never stop laughing. She loved the timber. On the other hand, she was also a little embarrassed. Of course her grandmother’s theory was preposterous, but was he making fun of her? She jerked her hand out from under his, breaking the contact for the first time. “I didn’t say it was logical,” she murmured. “I was just answering your question. You asked.”

He stopped laughing and wiped his eyes with one finger before sobering and meeting her gaze again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to react so strongly. I’ve heard it all before. It just sounded so… serious coming from you.”

She tugged her open pink blouse over her black shell and crossed her arms. “I didn’t say I believed any of that.”

He shrugged, his expression returning to earlier. Softer. Caring. “Why not? Maybe it’s true?” Was he teasing her?

She didn’t ask. Of course he was teasing.

He set his hand on the table, palm up. “Please. Forgive me. I’ll remember not to be so callous in the future. You’re… a sensitive being.”

She glanced down at his open palm. He wanted her hand back? This entire thing was absurdly intimate, considering she’d never met him before. Nevertheless, she felt drawn to him, and she finally relaxed her stance, dropped her arms, and set her hand in his as if he’d commanded her to. He hadn’t said a single word, but he’d gotten what he wanted.

Maybe he wasn’t kidding. Maybe he did have the power to control her.
Becca Jameson. Caleb’s Mate: Canyon Springs, Book One (Kindle Locations 448-502). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Caleb wanting to get to know the woman he knows is his mate leaves out a few pertinent facts. Like He and Hunter are their grandmother’s attorneys. Although that puts a bit of a damper on things, it doesn’t last long.

The discovery of letters returned from their grandmother, unopened, gives some insight into their feud. The relationship with Caleb heats up quickly although he holds back. He knows the consequences and Elena must be sure of her feelings before they go too far.

So much fun, discovery and sizzle that doesn’t stop once it starts.

I can’t wait to read Hunter’s Mate which is Layla’s side of this tale.

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

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

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

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

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A New Series! Lethal Edge – Rifle Creek Book 1 by Kaylea Cross

Lethal Edge
Rifle Creek Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


A diehard romantic looking to start over in a small town.

Dr. Nina Gomez might be an astrophysicist and a scientist down to her bones, but she also believes in true love and happily ever after—and won’t settle for anything less. After a rocky end to her first semester teaching at the University of Montana, she’s looking forward to a new school year and a fresh start in the small town of Rifle Creek. When she meets her roommate’s work partner, a sexy, hard-edged detective, Nina is immediately intrigued. However, it’s soon clear they’re like oil and water. But when she’s confronted by the painful past event she wanted to forget, she faces an even greater danger. A predator is bent on silencing her forever, and Nina’s only hope of survival is the unattainable man who’s captured her heart.

A cynical cop determined to guard his heart.

Tate Baldwin has dedicated his life to serving and protecting, first in the military, and now as a detective in Rifle Creek. Badly burned by his last relationship, he isn’t looking to get involved with anyone, especially a brilliant college professor who seems to have her head in the clouds. Yet even Tate can’t deny the attraction between them that soon grows into something more. And when a secret from her past triggers a lethal threat, Tate will risk everything to stand between her and the monster who wants her dead.

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Tate is former Military and now a Detective with the Rocky Creek Sheriff’s department. Originally from Canada where his sister still lives, he is tasked with bringing his niece Rylee to college in Missoula. He really was having a hard time with it, and it touched my heart, especially as he talks to his sister Tala as he heads home. It’s during that call which was hands free with his truck’s technology, when a car veered out to run the red light and he’s hit from behind.

Nina’s car was behind those involved and when she sees the car that hit the truck stopped partway into the intersection. She pulls over to check on them. This is her first meeting with Tate, he takes charge and together they help the woman in the car. Unfortunately neither introduces themselves.

A fate happens, Tate is invited to dinner at his partner Avery’s home. She wants him to help her friend move around some stuff in the suite she’s renting out. Turns out the friend is Nina and as they dine and get her set up he finds himself a little more than attracted to her.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

It felt wrong to just let her go, turn away from her and head for his truck. He sat behind the wheel while she drove off with Avery, both of them laughing at something as they did.

Tate felt strangely empty inside all of a sudden. Alone.

He turned out of the parking lot and started for home, in the opposite direction of Avery’s place. In his rearview he watched Nina’s taillights disappear around the corner behind him, a sense of urgency growing inside him.

He hit the brakes without thinking, stopping there in the middle of the street. Seconds passed, the sense of urgency expanding in his chest until it ached.

“No, dammit,” he muttered, and cranked the wheel around.

He turned the truck and drove after Nina. He had no plan, wasn’t even sure what the fuck he was doing or going to say, just that he couldn’t let her go out with some asshole who didn’t deserve her time.

She was already out of her vehicle and around the corner of the house just as he pulled up in front. If Avery saw him parked there, she’d wonder why he was here, but he didn’t care.

He got out and strode along the brick path that led around back to Nina’s suite. Without giving himself time to second-guess what he was doing, he rapped on her door.

She pulled it open moments later, a startled smile on her face. “Hey.”

Damn, she was pretty. He felt less cold inside just seeing her. “Hi.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Did you…want to talk to me about something?”

“Yes,” he said, unable to keep the irritation from his voice.

“Okay.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Don’t go out with that guy again.”

Her face went blank with surprise. “What? Why not?”

“Because he’s not gonna give you what you’re looking for, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He couldn’t stand the thought of someone so kind and full of joy getting her heart bruised.

Her face softened, her eyes filling with a tenderness he wanted to drink in. “You’re worried about me.”

“Yeah, I’m worried.” Frustration pulsed through him. “I know you won’t think so, but romance is overrated. And besides, you even said you’re not attracted to the guy.”

Her expression cooled. “I said that might grow with time.”

He shook his head sharply. “It won’t.”

She folded her arms, annoying him more with the way it pushed her breasts up and together. Making it harder to keep his eyes on her face. “No? And you’re an expert on these things, even though you haven’t dated in what, a year?”

Touché. Maybe he deserved that. His face heated. “I’m just saying, you should be more realistic.”

“Yeah?” She studied him a moment, her physicist brain performing calculations about him and coming up with her own answers. Probably that he was being an overbearing asshole. “Well, you’re lonely and don’t even realize it.”

He faltered, becoming flustered as her words hit home. Okay, yeah, maybe he was a bit lonely. But that wasn’t the point here. Stopping her from making a mistake, from getting hurt, was.

“This isn’t about me. And sorry to break it to you, but life isn’t a fairy-tale. There’s way more important things in a relationship than flowers and romantic gestures.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, the gesture somehow condescending. Almost like she was giving him enough rope to hang himself. “Like what?”

His frustration hit critical mass, her challenge triggering something territorial in him. “Like this,” he answered, stepping forward to wrap a hand around her nape and covering those tempting lips with his own.

She stiffened for a split second, her hands flying up to the front of his shoulders. But she didn’t stop him or push him away, so Tate didn’t let go. Instead he wrapped his free arm around her back, hauling her in close.

The feel of her softness pressed against him lit his blood on fire. He slanted his mouth across hers, captured her tiny gasp on his tongue as he drank her in, his entire body going hard as he tasted her.

Nina moaned softly, her hands curling into his shoulders. The kiss had started out dominant and forceful, but now it slowed and softened. Becoming something more than he’d intended, shocking him with its brutal honesty. The raw need it exposed.

He drew back, stunned that she’d broken his control so easily. Nina gazed up at him uncertainly, her big brown eyes searching his.

Shit. He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He just hadn’t been able to stop himself from touching her, tasting her, driven by the primal need to wipe the thought of any other guy out of her pretty head.

What the hell had he done?

His jaw tightened. “Just…don’t go out with that guy.” He started to turn away.

She laughed. He stopped dead, whipping around to stare at her. He was dead serious, thinking of her best interest, and she’d laughed.

She folded her arms, and he had to wrench his focus up to her face. “You don’t get a say in who I can and can’t go out with.”

The reprimand hit home, making him wince inside. Fuck, he was acting like a damn caveman. If any guy had spoken to Tala or Rylee like he just had, Tate would be tempted to punch him in the face. “I know,” he bit out. “But I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She softened, gazing at him equal parts amusement and sympathy. “Say I consider canceling my date on Friday. What’s in it for me?”

His mind had stopped functioning. She’d short-circuited his fucking brain. “Sorry?”

“You gonna take me out instead?”

The idea was a lot more appealing than he wanted it to be. “Maybe I will.”

Her eyes sparkled with silent laughter. “So you’re a closet romantic after all.”

What? No. He opened his mouth to refute it, but that soft look in her eyes and his actions made denying it pointless. He huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Cancel your date. I’ll pick you up Friday after your last class.”

She nodded once. “All right. I’m looking forward to it.”

Damn, he was too, God help him. “Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.” She shot him one last smile that warmed him all the way to his bones before shutting the door.

Tate walked back to his truck in a sort of daze, still not sure what had just happened. Was this a bad idea?

Yeah. It was definitely a bad idea.

He wasn’t the kind of romantic she was looking for, but damned if she didn’t suddenly have him wanting to put aside his cynical views and make the effort for her.
Cross, Kaylea. Lethal Edge. Kaylea Cross Inc. Kindle Locations (1130-1186). Kindle Edition.

I love the way Tate isn’t intimidated by Nina’s degrees and is truly interested in her for who she is. Nina is a PhD Astrophysicist teaching at the same college his niece is attending, and she manages to present her love of the stars to him in a unique way.

That isn’t all there is to this story as a serial rapist hits close to home. An investigation that Tate was on originally but no longer now that he’s with Rock Creek’s department.

I love Tate’s neighbor, he reminds me of Wilson from the old Tim Allen show. Always peeking over the fence. We also meet Mason and his dog Ric as they come to town to investigate the possibilities of a nearby property.

Plenty of suspense, tears, laughter, some sizzling heat and not just one romance as this tale unfolds. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Succubus Unchained – Shackled Souls Book 2 – Paranormal Prison by Heather Long

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

Succubus Unchained
Shackled Souls Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


I’d become a damn vampire after all.

I never wanted or asked for this. What began as a one-night stand earned me a stint in prison, the attention of a shadow demon and rescue by three devastating—to my system—males along with the declaration that I was their foretold something…



To win this war and regain my freedom I had to give up part of who I am and become something other. Now, Maddox calls me his mate, Fin labels me his lady, Alfred has declared I’m to be his queen. But I’m with Rogue on this one.

I’m trouble and they have no idea what I’m going to do.

This is a paranormal prison reverse harem and will feature aggressively snarky characters, a bit of twisted humor and a lot of passion. So come join an amazing group of authors in Nightmare Penitentiary, a place you’ll never want to escape from. The author suggests you should always read the forward in her books. This is book 2 in the Shackled Souls trilogy.

Fiona has been turned, and now purged of the shadow demon by Alfred. While she finds herself having feelings for all the men who have claimed her one way or another, she has only one thought leave. 

A party hosted by Alfred gives her the opening she needs, and help comes from someone who definitely loves her enough to give her that freedom.

This is a favorite scene.

When I straddled the back of the snowmobile behind Rogue, I half-expected him to turn us around and bring me back. To trick me in some way. Loyalty, it seemed, existed only between the four of them, with all three deferring to Alfred. To my surprise, though, Rogue had taken me down the mountain and then across the wildly unfamiliar terrain to the edge of a small village before pointing me toward the train depot.

“The minute they realize, they will look at the airlines. You need to make your way to Germany from here.” He handed me a card. “Speak to this man, and only if he is alone. Hand him this card, then tell him the name you wish to be known by. He will prepare the human identification you need.” Then he pressed a second card into my hand. “The pin code is three-four-four-six-two. Repeat it to me.”

I had, but confusion flooded me when I locked gazes with him. With care, he tucked one of my red curls beneath the cap, then brushed his knuckles down my cheek.

“They will look for you.”

“But you won’t?” I didn’t know why I blurted out the question, but I didn’t understand.

“No,” he promised me in a solemn tone. “You have to decide what you want and where you want to be. They think they understand. They don’t.” Cupping my face, he held my gaze. “You need to feed on me before you go.”

I wasn’t hungry.

“Little sváss, you will have to learn to hunt and to have care, to feed both of your natures, and without us there, it will be more challenging for you.”

I grimaced.

“I have every faith in you.” He stroked my cheek, roving his gaze over me. “Now… feed.” With that, he slipped his hand to my nape and tilted his head back. We were in the deep shadows of the building. Stepping in to him, I pressed my hands to his chest and then rose up on my tip toes to nuzzle his jaw. The barest of smiles flickered against his lips as I kissed a path down to his pulse point. “Why are you helping me?” I had to ask.

“Because once upon a time, little sváss, I was you. Alfred… you will have to figure that part out on your own. I did as well.” Then he dipped his face, and his lips just barely brushed mine as he continued, “You are always welcome, and if you need me, call.”

“Are you in the phone book?” I couldn’t help the tease. I hadn’t seen my own cell phone in almost two months. Who knew what I had to go back to in Dallas. I doubted my landlord kept my apartment. Fin had indicated it had been cleaned out. Whether it’d been the landlord or Isaac was anyone’s guess.

“Ah,” Rogue answered with almost a wry chuckle, and the sound captivated me. He was always so standoffish and aloof unless he was intent on turning me inside out. Then… I shook off the thought. We didn’t have time for that here or now. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I purchased this last week along with a second one. I programmed my number into it— that would be the second phone.”

“Did you program my number into yours?”


That was…

“I told you, little sváss, this is about you deciding. If you need me, call. I will come for you anywhere. On that, you have my word.”

Moisture burned in my eyes, and he went hazy for a moment as I had to blink back the tears.

“Thank you, Rogue.”

“You are welcome,” he said, then gave my nape a gentle squeeze. “But you will feed before you leave me. You will give me this one last obedience so I know I sent you off full and with all that I could.”

Pressing a swift kiss to his lips, I dug my fingers into his shirt. He tipped his head up and back, then I struck. No hesitation. I didn’t want to hurt him, and they’d told me time and again, the swift pierce stung the least. His cock hardened against my belly as the taste of him flooded my mouth. I almost groaned.

I wasn’t hungry, but at the same time, I craved this. The heat. The taste. The essence of him filling me. He massaged my neck as I swallowed again and again. Finally, I pulled back, nuzzling the bite with a few careful licks until the blood no longer trickled.

Tilting my head back, I stared up at him. His pale eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Then, he was just… gone.

They all moved so fast, but this was like one moment there, and the next, he blinked out of existence. I knew he’d run. The snowmobile had been left behind. Hopefully, they wouldn’t hurt him for helping me. I carefully stowed away the phone he’d given me and the cards.
Heather Long. Succubus Unchained: Shackled Souls 2 (Kindle Locations 862-898).

Now back in Texas, Fiona is staying with her friend Elias, a werewolf. He decides she should get out more and takes her to his Alpha’s club. It’s here things get really interesting.

The appearance of Finn, a confrontation between Vampires and Werewolves, and Rogue once again spirits her off.

We get to know a lot more about Finn, Maddox, Rogue and Alfred in this book. Fiona has to come to terms not only with what she is now, but also her feelings for all these men.

A page-turning read with action, suspense, sizzling heat and an ending that will have you begging for more.

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

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

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

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Christmas in the Sand – Holiday Romances Book 3 by Jen Talty

Christmas in the Sand
Holiday Romances Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


After Eliana Quinn’s ex-husband left her for another woman, she traded in the snowy mountain tops in Vermont for an outdoor Tiki Bar in Jupiter, Florida. She’s determined to make it on her own, but when she sees her purchase for the first time, she worries she may have sunk every penny she had into a business that she might never get off the ground. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the contractor she hired to do all the work, took her deposit and ran. She needs nothing short of a miracle if she’s going to pull off a holiday opening. However, she hadn’t expected it to come in the form of her super sexy, but gruff and aloof neighbor.

Levi Grayson spent twenty years serving his country as a Navy SEAL. An injury forced him into an early retirement. Shortly after that, his wife left him and for the last two years, Levi has been licking his wounds. He’s angry, bitter, and the last thing he needs is a new sexy neighbor making him question his life decisions. He does whatever it takes to avoid Eliana until a shady businessman runs off with her money. Levi will help her any way he can, but as soon as she’s got her business up and running, he’ll go back to being the cranky captain of a fishing charter.

Christmas in July is so much fun and in some the snow can help cool you off. This book however takes place in Florida, so cooling off isn’t an option.

Eliana has big plans now that she’s away from her controlling now ex-husband. She’s purchased a property that is perfect for her business. A restaurant/bar and marina she intends to make a success. She’d done everything long distance and now she’s about to see the progress made by the contractor she hired. Unfortunately that progress doesn’t exist and it’s her one marina tenant who breaks the news about the fraud and disappearance of said contractor.

However, Eliana has a problem with men who seem to take things into their own hands. She has to do this on her own, at least she thinks she does.

This is a favorite scene.

She pulled into the parking lot at Castaways right next to Levi’s pickup. She assumed he’d gone fishing. That probably hadn’t gone over too well with his family. She remembered one such holiday morning that had been sixty degrees back in Vermont when Gino decided to play eighteen holes while she slaved over a turkey feast for his family.

Looking down toward the docks, she noticed Levi’s boat. She frowned. He’d been a tough read. He came off a little rough around the edges and aloof, but also a bit like a true gentleman, which threw her for a loop. She wanted to dislike him for his crude comments and the distant way he came off, but that proved to be hard when he’d been so kind, giving her the nasty news of her contractor.

But it was his kindness that also put her on the defensive. If she’d learned anything from her failed marriage, it had been that good looks were always a lie, and most men were selfish bastards.

She slipped from her vehicle and gasped when she noticed the freshly trimmed entrance to the bar area. She eyed Levi standing with his back to her in front of the dock area as he chopped down one of the dead trees. Her eyes soaked in his raw sexiness, reminding her that she was still a woman, but when he raised the ax again, rage flared deep in her gut.

“Hey,” she yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Good morning to you too. I brought a thermos of coffee, and I actually have an extra mug. Feel free to help yourself.” He raised the ax and slammed it back down into the trunk of the palm tree. The fluid motion of his flexed biceps held her captive.

A thick lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to swallow, much less speak. She opened her mouth twice, but nothing came out. Third time’s the charm. “I don’t want coffee. I want to know what you think you’re doing and why?” She planted her hands on her hips, squeezing tightly, needing something to hold on to.

“Making room for smaller, more colorful plants. Or maybe you can open this up and have a sitting area down by the docks like some of the other restaurants down here. Either way, you’ve got to clear this place up.”

“And what makes you think I’d want that tree down or that I’m even ready to start with the landscaping?” Anger flared with every syllable.

“Well, you don’t want to leave it like this. That would be stupid.”

“Are you calling me stupid? Are you implying I don’t know what I’m doing?” Men. Were they all alike? What made them think they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted? And why did they all think women weren’t capable of doing anything but sitting there and looking pretty? “I have a degree in hotel and restaurant management.”

“I thought you might like some help clearing all this stuff out. No need to get defensive.”

“You have no idea what my plans are for the landscaping or any other part of this establishment, and I resent you taking matters into your own hands.” Nothing worse than a pushy man who thought he knew what a woman wanted or needed. “For all you know, I have a crew coming here any minute.”

“I doubt that. It’s Thanksgiving. And all I’ve done is remove dead trees and bushes and trim back the overgrowth. I don’t have any intention of planting or anything like that. Just trying to help. Be neighborly. Considering what Scott did to you, I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“Well, you’re obviously not married, in a relationship, or have a business partnership, or you’d understand that what you just did was overbearing, controlling, and just plain rude.”

“Rude? Helping someone in need is rude? Since when?” He glared as if to shoot daggers from his eyes.

“Since I didn’t ask, and I don’t need or want your damn help.” She stepped behind the main bar and cringed at how badly warped the wood had become. She’d hoped it would be salvageable for some kind of opening in a few weeks. She’d filed for her liquor license, which had come in the mail, and she had all the necessary paperwork to open the bar and grill. She even had a few local bands lined up, which at this point she’d need to pay regardless. All she needed was a working space to do so and a few employees.

She reached above her head at the rolling metal wall, but it didn’t budge. Without the ability to lock the bars, she couldn’t stock them. Of course, no way could she serve anyone from behind these suckers. And where would anyone sit, and what and where would she cook? Talk about a clusterfuck. She twisted her hair and pulled it up into a messy bun.



No problem is too big to tackle.

You got this.

Levi took a white rag and wiped the sweat from his brow. “If you want to get this place opened, you’re going to need help, and I’m willing and so are a couple of my buddies.”

“Why? What’s in it for you and your friends?

What do you want?”

“We all have jobs, so this would be a second gig for all of us, but a small paycheck would be nice.”

“Well, that’s a huge problem because I don’t have any money.” Bitterness smacked her throat. Try as she might, she couldn’t swallow it. The nasty taste lingered in her mouth like garlic cheese fries.

“I’m willing to help you for free boat storage.”

She needed that money to pay her bills. “It’s damn fucking presumptuous—”

“Do you want to make a go at this place? Or do you want to toss in the white flag? Because rumor has it that Stephanie Peters has a client who wants to snatch this place up along with other properties, and they want to build condos or some such shit.”

“Who is Stephanie Peters?” she asked with a huff. “And how do you know she wants this place?” A wave of dizziness rolled over her body like a wave crashing into the shore. It retreated only to smack into her a second time. Selling would give her a little cash to live while she found a job.

Her heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach. Gino told her she’d never make it on her own. He’d actually laughed in her face. The sound echoed in her memory like an old record with a dusty needle creating static as it skipped over the vinyl, repeating itself over and over again, grating on her nerves until she went mad.

“Because she came by here yesterday looking for you,” he said with a fair amount of irritation in his tone.

Eliana planted her hands on her hips and scowled. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I don’t have your number, and I’m telling you now.” He tossed his hands wide as if he’d been accused of something he hadn’t done. “Look. The locals around here don’t want more condos, especially on the Riverwalk. They want Castaways on the Inlet and have been excited ever since they heard it would be reopening. I’ve got a few good men who are willing to help you for—”

“Why would they help me?” She held up her hand. “Wait. Back that up. Why would you ask them to help me?”

“Because if you’re up and running, I get more business.”

“Fair enough.” She admired that he at least admitted he had skin in the game. “And your friends? What’s in it for them? Because no one does anything out of the goodness of their heart. Everyone has a motive.”

“I never thought I’d meet anyone more cynical than me.”

“Just answer my questions.”

“Either Scott took their money, or they don’t want to see this property turned into the pool area for a condo association, closing it off from the rest of the Riverwalk.” Levi narrowed the gap, leaning against the bar. The sunrays peeked through the bushes where he’d managed to trim. A motorboat filled with laughing girls trolled by. A fishing boat with a single man and his dog eased by in the other direction. A group of kayakers headed across the inlet. Everything she envisioned was unfolding right in front of her eyes.

If she concentrated carefully, she could picture people milling about on a sandy floor, drinking and laughing while a country band played on the stage. The moon would dance on the Intracoastal waters and the light from the Jupiter Lighthouse would guide the boats through the inlet and right to her docks. This could be the “it place” for cocktails, live music, and bar food. Not a sit-down experience, but a casual atmosphere where you could kick back and chill.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t have any money to pay people to work here right now. I’m not even sure how I’m going to hire a staff for opening week.”

“Like I said, I’ll work for free boat storage, and I’m happy to be a bouncer, which you will need, especially on weekends. I’m also a good bartender.”

“Well, aren’t you freaking Prince Charming.”

“Not even close. I just like to keep busy, but more importantly, I’d love to see anyone who got taken by that scumbag, Scott, rise to the top, in spite of that asshole.”
Jen Talty. Christmas in the Sand: A Holiday Novella (Kindle Locations 300-370).

Eliana’s meeting with Stephanie just proved Levi’s point about her. This makes Eliana even more determined to make this venture a success.

There is a process for both Eliana and Levi to come to terms. Their pasts are defining their actions where relationships are concerned. Being together in the process of getting the bar ready to open just increases the heat between them.

The help she gets from Levi and his friends isn’t going to be enough and the option proposed to her is going to be hard to turn down.

Fun, snarky and romantic with some suspense and sizzling heat.

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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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Finding Unity – The Searchers Book 6 by Ripley Proserpina

Finding Unity
The Searcher Book 6
Ripley Proserpina


Nora Leslie has survived and thrived. She’s in love, and never have she, Seok, Matisse, Ryan, Cai, and Apollo been stronger. And good thing, too, because Dr. Daniel Murray, the doctor at the heart of an experiment that led to more suffering than anyone should bear, is finally facing the consequences of his actions.

But justice doesn’t come easily. With the upcoming trial bringing to light all the evil he’s done, Nora’s in the spotlight again.

And the sudden attention isn’t on Nora alone. It brings Seok face-to-face with his own past. He’ll have to make a choice. Freedom or blood. Love or loyalty. Stay or go.

But Nora has faith in him, and in all of them. Together, they are strong, and no matter what the future brings, they’ll be ready.

In this series conclusion, the press once again wants to put Nora in the spotlight. They want an interview since Dr. Murray is finally being investigated. Her lawyer Eric Bismarck pulled a fast one and all of them are blind-sided.

This is a favorite scene.

“You want me to what?”

Nora stared at Matisse, Seok, Ryan, Apollo, and Cai. They sat at their round kitchen table, gazes steady.

She’d been hoodwinked. Erik Bismarck, her lawyer and Ryan’s former professor, said he was stopping by to check in on her. He didn’t say that while he was here, he was going to lob a bomb.

Narrowing her eyes, she studied her boyfriends, none of whom seemed surprised.

Bamboozled. They’d bamboozled her.

Professor Bismarck folded his hands on the table. “I want you to do an interview with Lucy Merrill for the online paper The Digger. In the months you were gone, things with Dr. Murray escalated. Charges will more than likely be brought against him and the other doctors. His medical license has already been suspended, but he and his lawyers have been in the forefront of every paper and online journal there is.”

“Why me?” she asked. “There were other people in his study.”

“All of them were still enrolled in the study,” Ryan answered. His green eyes were kind and serious and held hers. “The court has ordered them not to speak with anyone. You, on the other hand, are sort of a free agent.”

“An easy target, you mean.” Nora rubbed her forehead and dropped her hand to the table. On the back of her hand, purple lines crisscrossed her skin. She stretched her fingers, watching how her pinky and ring finger didn’t really straighten. After her motorcycle accident over Thanksgiving, they probably never would, no matter how much occupational therapy she did.

“If you want to call it that.” Bismarck didn’t mince words. “He’s trying to deflect attention away from him and his study and put it back on you. It’s not fair. It’s not right.”

“All of this will come out in a trial,” she argued, gaze landing on each guy.

Matisse shrugged one shoulder. “One would hope.”

“Yes,” Bismarck agreed. “We hope. But there’s no guarantee. And not to sound crass, but shit rolls downhill. Ryan is about to start law school at CCSL—”

“Erik,” Ryan interrupted. “I don’t need her to do an interview for me. That wasn’t what we talked about.”

“Well, you should have thought about that, Valore. You have to think about perception now.”

Seok stood so fast his chair scraped against the floor. “I am the only one responsible for my actions. Nora owes us nothing. Relying on public favor is foolish. Their opinion changes from one second to the next, and nothing she does will change that. We stick to the facts. Nora is a hero. During a school shooting, she saved lives. After that, people with more power than her tried to take advantage of her position. The end.” He pushed his hands through his hair, leaving them linked behind him as he glared at the rest of them.

If she had been in Seok’s position— if he were the one being asked to talk to the public in order to salvage their reputations— she would say the same thing. She would say, “Don’t worry about me. I can handle it. All that matters is you.”

But that wasn’t her position. In her position, she actually appreciated Bismarck outmaneuvering her and the guys.

She’d do whatever it took to make sure the guys weren’t affected by the poor choice she’d made when she agreed to join Dr. Daniel Murray’s study.

“I’ll do it.” Forcing a smile she didn’t feel, she met all their stares. Ryan shook his head, Matisse leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and glared. Apollo pulled his glasses off his face and flung them onto the table. Cai showed no emotion, but the muscle near his ear ticked, a sure sign of his discomfort.

And Seok. Seok watched her with the saddest expression she’d ever seen. “You’re not responsible for what people think, nae sereang.”

No. But she was responsible for them. They were a gift, and she’d do anything to make their lives easier— better. Just like they’d do for her.
Ripley Proserpina. Finding Unity: The Searchers Book 6 (Kindle Locations 54-85).

This book also centers around Seok and Nora. He has to deal with some issues he’d rather avoid. He is so very in love with Nora but his family would never approve of their relationship. He’s being very closed about everything and Nora wants the answers.

Nora starts back to work, there is public reaction to her interview, Seok finally talks to her, and so many revelations and surprises. There is plenty of sizzle, laughter, tears and so much more that had me turning the pages.

The perfect conclusion to this series. Thank you, Ripley for this journey.

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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 Cowboy Lassos a Bride – Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 7 by Cora Seton

The Cowboy Lassos a Bride
Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 7
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


Jake Matheson loves everything about ranching the Double-Bar-K, except for his father’s controlling nature. It’s bad enough the old man won’t step down and let him run things his own way. Now Holt has demanded that Jake find a wife—in the next thirty days. Jake knows just the woman he wants–Hannah Ashton–but they haven’t even gone on a date, let alone been together long enough for him to propose. He’ll have to work fast to secure her hand in marriage before his time is up.

Hannah Ashton loves the fifteen hundred pound bison she rescued from being the object of a trophy hunt. She’s grateful for Gladys’s temporary home on the Double Bar K—and for the chance it gives her to see Jake on a daily basis. But now Holt Matheson is threatening to kick Gladys off the ranch—or eat her!—unless Hannah spends fourteen consecutive nights with Jake. What they get up to together is their business, but if Hannah misses a night, it’s bye-bye bison.

Jake can’t believe Hannah has agreed to move into his cabin, but now his brother Ned is stirring up trouble, trying to break them up before he can propose. Hannah’s beginning to think it’ll be hard to leave the ranch when her fourteen nights are over—even if she’s heading to veterinary school. She’s falling for Jake–hard–but Jake wants a traditional wife, not a career woman.

Will a pregnancy scare unite Jake and Hannah in a common goal? Or will it drive them apart for good?

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In the previous book you will remember Hannah’s bison was sort of the heroine. Now owned by Hannah and named Gladys, the bison resides on the Double Bar K. Every morning Hannah visits Gladys before heading to work and Jake always seems to join her. This morning is going to be different, Jake’s father, Holt, is on the warpath because Jake isn’t doing things in the order his father says they should be done.

Jake is given an ultimatum, similar to the one given to Rob. His timeline however is much shorter, only thirty days. It seems Holt isn’t just going to leave it at Jake though. He also issues an ultimatum to Hannah. One she hasn’t a clue of how to meet.

It’s while the two of them are at the Cruz’s for poker night that the answer comes in an unusual way. A family reunion books the the house and Hannah, Fila and Mia will need other lodging.

This is a favorite scene.

Ethan was just dealing out the cards for the next round of play when the house phone rang and Autumn excused herself from the other table to answer it.

Jake studied the new hand he’d been dealt. He could work with this, he mused. The real question was whether he could work with the cards life had dealt him. An interested woman. An ultimatum from his father. Could he take the two and create a winning hand out of them? A lifetime with the woman who’d tormented his dreams for weeks now?

The timing was short but you only got so many chances in life to hitch your yoke to another person who not only attracted you physically but also stimulated your mind. He felt confident he wouldn’t regret marrying Hannah, if he could get her.

Could he get her? That was the real question.

“I see,” Autumn said into the phone. “Um… yes, of course. Yes, we have openings for that time period.” She had moved to the small desk and computer off her kitchen space where she took bookings for the guest ranch and kept her accounts. She pulled up the booking software.

“Looks like someone’s coming to stay,” Jake said to Ethan.

“Good thing. It’s been pretty thin this past month. Can’t blame people for not wanting to visit a ranch in November, but we need the income from the guests or we’ll have to tighten our belts.”

“Yes. Yes, I think we can accommodate you. What time will you arrive?” As Autumn went on speaking into the phone, asking questions and answering them, they continued to play, but Jake could tell Ethan’s mind was on Autumn’s conversation. He could believe that bookings were important to him. They’d been able to have Thursday night get-togethers here every week for the past month. That meant no paying guests, which meant business wasn’t as good as it needed to be. Everyone knew Ethan’s mother had spent much of the ranch’s earnings on travel and, as it turned out, funding programs to help women in Afghanistan. When Ethan inherited the ranch it was deeply in debt. Over the last six months he’d banded together with Autumn, Jamie, Claire, Rob, and Morgan to pay down the mortgage and solidify its earnings. With all the businesses they were starting together, they should soon have plenty of cash. Jake envied them their togetherness and the variety of their income sources. He and his brothers and parents worked the Double-Bar-K together, but it was strictly a cattle ranch, and if Holt had his way, that’s what it would stay.

Autumn hung up and turned to Ethan. “You’re not going to believe it!”

“Tell me.” Ethan set his cards face down on the table and rose to go to her.

“A huge family get-together. They want to rent the entire house for four weeks!” Her face alight with happiness, Autumn crossed the room and hugged her husband.

“When are they coming?” He kissed her, but Jake could see he wanted to know the details.

“Next Saturday. We’re going to have to work like crazy. They’ll stay through New Year’s. Apparently they had another lodge booked but a pipe broke there and flooded the place. They won’t be back in business for months. I feel awful being so happy when someone else is in such trouble, but I can’t help it. Twenty people here for a month! We’ll be able to pay our bills for the rest of the winter, easy!”

As people congratulated Ethan and Autumn on their good luck, Jake glanced at Hannah and took in her still, worried expression. Mia was frowning too, and Fila was just as tense.

“What’s wrong?” he asked Hannah, bending closer to her. The fresh floral scent of her shampoo teased his senses. He had to hold back from touching her arm.

“Twenty people staying here? Hannah, Fila and I will have to move. I guess we could stay in the bunkhouse, but…”

“You could come stay with me. I have a spare room.” He had surprised himself as much as he surprised her. The words just popped out, but the moment they did he wanted her to say yes. He braced himself for the stinging answer he was sure she’d fling his way. The offer was obviously self-serving.

Hannah swallowed, her gaze never leaving his face. “That would be great. Can I move in tonight?”
Seton, Cora. The Cowboy Lassos a Bride (Cowboys of Chance Creek Book 6) (pp. 52-55). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Now reporting to Holt seems like such an intrusion into her life, but she can’t lose Gladys and she has feelings for Jake that she would like to explore further. However, Hannah has goals and if Jake can’t support them they can’t have a future together.

I loved seeing all the characters especially Bella and Evan, who offer more than one solution to this couple’s problems.

Plenty of family drama as Holt interferes yet again, I really feel sorry for his wife Lisa. She has to try to control these ridiculous impulse of his.

Laughter and tears, romance and sizzle, plus a couple of scares.

I’ve already started the next book, I love these cowboys!

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

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

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Song of Souls – A Pied Piper Retelling by Skye MacKinnon

Song Of Souls
A Pied Piper Retelling
Once Upon A Fairy Tale Night
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon


Nobody can resist his call…. not even her…

The Piper’s music is alive, drawing souls from the world of the living to the domain of Death. Those called have two choices: come willingly or come by force—either way, when the Piper calls you, you will do as you are told.

Everything changes…even the unchangeable…

Autumn has been fighting all her life, and surviving the end of the world keeps her busy. She doesn’t have time for distractions. That is, until she meets a man nobody but her can see. When he speaks, her body does what the Piper commands, but she’s not going to accept that. Not at all.

A new song has begun…

He’s played his tune for a thousand years, but no living human has ever seen him. Until Autumn. His music is only supposed to control the dead, but now he’s stuck with a human who he cannot get rid of.

One of them will have to concede
to the music only they can hear…

I love twisted fairy tales and this one takes it to a whole new level. The Grimm Brothers have nothing on Skye MacKinnon.

Autumn is running for her life, traveling only at night to prevent capture. Her bicycle Pegasus is old and in need of repairs but it’s better than walking. The Cult of the Hundred want her dead and avoiding them has become harder as they build their ranks throughout the country. As she loses herself in her thoughts, she flies off Pegasus and lands in a ditch.

The Piper has been a tool for the Song via the flute he carries for at least a hundred years. While he does what the Song wants sometimes under protest, he can travel in the blink of an eye and also wish things into existence. When he was bored with the way he traveled he wished for a horse, the horse is now his companion. As he’s traveling through a storm the horse stops and he finds a woman in a ditch. She’s beautiful and in pain, he contemplates sending her on but finds he can’t. Instead he takes her home and wishes her injuries away.

When Autumn wakes she hears music and is drawn to it, the piper is playing, not for the Song but for himself. Their encounter goes well as he gets her fed and then it all goes wrong.

This is a favorite scene.

I don’t have any possessions with me, so I go straight to the front door. Luckily, my boots are waiting there for me, next to a row of his shoes and boots. This is going to make my journey so much more comfortable. I’d dreaded having to go barefoot until I got the chance to steal some new shoes.

“Don’t go outside!” he shouts from behind me, but I’ve already got my hand on the door handle.  

I blink. Gulp. Blink again.  

There should be green, rolling hills. Instead, jagged mountain tops touch the clouds, so sharp and pointy that it almost seems like they’re trying to cut the sky. Snow covers some of the highest peaks, but the rest are grey rock, cold and dead. The house is built on slate rock with not a single blade of grass in sight. A forest looms far in the distance; many hours’ walk away.  

This can’t be. I touch my forehead. Do I have a fever? Am I hallucinating? Maybe it’s a dream. One where I’m not aware that I’m dreaming. It would make sense. Tom looks and feels like taken right out of a beautiful dream.  

His footsteps come to a halt behind me, but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t explain what has happened.  

I rub my eyes. The mountains remain. The only place I know of with mountains this high is the very North of the country. Barely any people live there, which is why I’d played with the idea of going there if I didn’t find a place to call home before I got that far North.  

“Is this real?” I whisper.  

He clears his throat. “It’s real.”

He doesn’t offer an explanation. I’m too confused to find the words to ask for one.  

If this isn’t the dream, we’ve travelled hundreds of miles, maybe even a thousand. He said I’d had a head wound, but he never said I’d been unconscious for weeks. He would have mentioned that. My body would show the signs of not having eaten that long – or I probably would be dead by now. No. This cannot be.  


The word pops into my head. But magic isn’t real. It happens in dreams and fairy tales, not in the real world.  


I barely manage to form the word.

“I can’t tell you.” His voice is full of regret.

I finally turn around. He looks lost, wringing his hands, but I’ve had it. I glare at him with all the fury I can muster.

“Tell. Me. Now. Where are we? How did we get here?”

“I can’t,” he repeats softly. He looks at the floor, once again evading my eyes. What a coward.  

I step forward and poke my finger into his chest. “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to make you.”

As soon as I touch him, he changes from downtrodden and reluctant to something new. He stares at my finger, his eyes wide with wonder. He reaches out as if to take my hand, but he stops himself just before our skin touches.  

“You,” he stammers. “You…”

“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” I snap. This guy is crazy, I see that now. He still looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. There must be something wrong with him. Maybe that’s why he lives all alone in the mountains.  

“You’re touching me.”  

I realise I still am. I pull back, but he moves faster than I thought possible and grabs my hand, pulling it back to his chest. His skin is warm and soft, and while he’s holding me in a tight grip, he’s gentle at the same time.  

“You’re touching me,” he repeats. “You can see me. And you’re not scared of me.”

I wasn’t, until he went all crazy. Now, I’m not so sure. Not that I’m going to admit that to him.  

“Of course I can see you. And I’m sorry for touching you. It’s your fault. You’re refusing to reply.”

“You’re not afraid. Why are you not afraid?”

I frown. “Are people usually afraid of you?”

I’m having a hard time imagining that. He’s a little weird, but there’s nothing threatening about him. He’s the kind of man my mother would have loved to call her son-in-law. Friendly, helpful, and yes, very good-looking.  

“I always thought… the horns.”

Crazy. “Horns? What the heck are you talking about?”

He points at his smooth, flawless forehead.

“Horns. My horns.”

Alright, that’s enough. He’s a psycho. Probably thinks he’s the devil or something like that. Time to go. For real, this time.

I wriggle from his grip and luckily, he lets go of me without a fight. With one look at his definitely hornless face, I turn and walk down a narrow path leading from his house. I have no idea where it will take me, but if he rode here on a horse, it should lead to a road, eventually.

He doesn’t try to stop me. He stays quiet. I imagine him still staring at me in confusion. How did I not see how crazy he was in the beginning? Maybe the music helped him control his insanity for a while. I’ve heard of music being used to heal trauma of the mind.  

I don’t look back. It’s better that way for both of us.
Skye MacKinnon. Song of Souls (Kindle Locations 510-551).

He does follow her, the weather in the mountains can be harsh and the village a good three days away on foot. Things get very interesting once they return to his home.

Of course the business of the Song intrudes. The call leads the piper to discover what the Church of the Hundred is up to. The Song isn’t pleased, and everything takes shape in a very interesting way.

I really loved the way Skye twists this tale into something both intriguing and romantic.

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Skye MacKinnon

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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Through the Storms – Seven Wardens Book 1.5 by Laura Greenwood & Skye MacKinnon

Through the Storms
Seven Wardens Book 1.5
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Laura Greenwood
Skye MacKinnon


Bullied and lonely, beithir shifter Amber is not having the best of times at Ben Vair, a college for supernatural teenagers. Until Izban arrives, a mage who is much more than he seems… and his blue hair is rather sexy, too.

But when she agrees to help him on his quest, she gets more than she bargained for.
Which may not be such a bad thing.

A Seven Wardens spin-off taking place at the same time as From the Deeps. It can be read as a standalone novella.

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In the previous book we learned of the Seven Wardens and Macey has found herself in love with three men, all are Wardens. Cam is Wind, Flint is Fire, Jared is Earth and Macey they assume is Water. From the poem we also know Lightening is imprisoned and Ice is searching for her. They’ve found Ice but before we continue, this book tells us all about Lightening and Ice.

Amber is Lightening and a Beithir, her kind don’t usually come into power until they turn twenty or so, and she is only eighteen. In her human form she has a tail, one she keeps hidden under large shirts. Since finding out she can regrow the tail a group of shifter females have made her life difficult by tearing it off.

Izban is Ice and a Mage, he is on a quest of sorts for his grandfather. In order to have access to where a couple of these artifacts are hidden, he poses as a substitute teacher. He learns some interesting things about the students and the school, but knows he can’t do anything about the injustices he sees.

It’s as he is searching for the second item on his list he runs into Amber, this is a favorite scene.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” Izban whispered, nearing Amber. She slithered backwards a little. When he continued to follow her, she bared her fangs, glistening with venom. That made him stop in his tracks.

“Okay, you don’t have to bite, I’m backing off, see?” And indeed, he walked back a step or two. Satisfied, she closed her maw. It was good to see a bit of fear from people occasionally. Far too many underestimated her. Just because she didn’t bite the girls who ripped off her tail didn’t mean she was completely defenceless. But she had principals. And she valued her freedom. Killing people was not going to be in her future, venomous teeth or not.

She’d never tried how poisonous her bite really was, but her parents had taught her that most grown beithirs were easily able to kill a human with their bite. Or even a supernatural.

“I need to look around for something, would you mind leaving me to it?”

He looked almost desperate. She had to laugh – inside, of course, snakes didn’t laugh.

She shook her head in a wide gesture, obvious enough so he couldn’t miss it.

He huffed. “I don’t have time to do this tomorrow. If you don’t leave, will you at least promise not to tell anyone I was here?”

She cocked her head. That was a big kind of promise. Usually, she’d set terms, like being able to tell someone if it was endangering him, her or others. But she couldn’t speak, damn it.

Maybe she should partially shift. It would mean she could actually talk, and she wouldn’t be left totally naked. Kind of. She could leave it so her scales mostly covered her, though technically they were just a part of her skin. Which made her naked again in her book, though she could understand why a lot of people would disagree. She did feel less exposed when she was wearing them after all.

The blue-haired man looked at her intently, worry etched on his face. Now that was interesting. He didn’t have anything to be worried about as far as she knew. But it did raise questions about what he was doing down here in the first place.

And what he was looking for.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Amber began the transformation into her half shifted form. Her face and hair returned to normal. Her body shrunk dramatically, and the grey-green scales retracted until they were covering all of her skin up past her breasts. At least she was decent.

Blue-hair’s eyes widened as he took her in. “You can half-shift?” he asked.

Odd question. She’d have many more if she were him.


“But not your tail?”

She scowled at him. But really, how was he to know her tail had been removed. She’d long since given up telling any of Ben Vair’s staff when she lost it. They just didn’t care.

“My tail and I had an unfortunate separation,” she replied.

His gaze travelled the length of her body, making her particularly self-conscious. No non-beithir had ever seen her like this, and it was an unusual situation to find herself in.

“Unfortunate how?”

“Tamsin,” she replied stiffly, holding her head up high. She wasn’t going to let anyone see how much she hated being without a tail.

“The annoying wolf shifter girl?” he asked.

“Yes. Are you sure you’re a teacher?”

He certainly wasn’t acting like it, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

“Yes, yes, whatever.”

Amber frowned at him. “What are you looking for?” she asked as he glanced around the lab again.

“I can’t tell you that.” His response was instant, and pretty definite. Then again…

“What if I agreed not to tell anyone you were down here. Or that you were looking for something. Or that you’re clearly not a teacher?” She squared of against him, and his features took on a concerned look. Good. She was getting to him then.

Blue-hair smiled slightly. “You swear it?

“On the stub of my tail.”

“I’m looking for a ruby infused with baobhan sìth saliva.” He sighed, and pushed a hand over his face, leaving his blue hair in slight disarray. She almost reached out and smoothed it down. Almost.

“And you think you’ll find it in here?” She could almost laugh. He was in completely the wrong part of the underground rooms to find anything like that.

“At least you think it exists,” he pointed out.

“Of course it exists. Otherwise you wouldn’t be looking for it. But why in the clouds would you want one of those?” She didn’t even know what one did. Probably something icky if there was a incubus involved. Not that incubi themselves were icky creatures. Nor was sex with one, but there were a lot of ill uses to their magic according to rumour, and she dreaded to think what some of those could be.

“I wish I knew.” He looked away and shuffled his feet, so she dropped it. Despite really wanting to know, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She had a feeling he knew a lot of interesting things. And she wanted to learn them all if she could. And more.

After Ben Vair, she’d been planning on journeying all over the world, and discovering creatures like her but by other names. She was sure there were some after all.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”


“You’re not going to find a ruby in what is effectively a biology lab.”

“How do you even know what biology is,” he muttered, quite possibly not meaning for her to hear.

Amber hissed, the sound coming across more menacing due to her half-shifted form. “I’m a mythical being, not an idiot. Try and remember that.”

He gulped, and nodded. “Sorry, lead on, please.” She relaxed a little. It wasn’t his fault he was so ill informed. But if she ever met the people who’d raised him…well they were going to get a piece of her mind.
Greenwood, Laura. Seven Wardens Omnibus: Books 1-4 (Seven Wardens Collections) (pp. 213-216). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

It’s Amber who introduces him to a ghost residing in the basements of the school. She’s the one who tells him what the items on his list are for. It’s at that moment Izbar knows he can’t complete his task or return home.

Fast-paced, adventurous, flirty and snarky, you won’t be able to put this book down.

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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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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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