Compounding Traumas – Artemis University Book 6 By Erin R. Flynn

Compounding Traumas
Artemis University Book 6
Erin R. Flynn


My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m the last known fairy, fighting to find out what happened to all fairies and our world.

But I’m running out of hope, and it has a lot to do with the four pieces of my soul I no longer have with me. Going through one breakup is terrible, but four in rapid succession is… More than one person can handle.

I spent all summer fighting for fair folk, and fighting the councils, and fighting for the supes who need it, instead of taking a break. And I’m tired, mostly because I have so much trouble sleeping, missing the men I loved and didn’t want to admit I cared for.

Still, I can’t quit, so I keep pushing on. That’s what it means to be an adult and have responsibilities. I’m not alone, and I have help pushing me to keep going, teaching me what I need, so we can win the fights we need to.

I can… I really don’t think I can do this.

Artemis University is an ongoing hot burning reverse harem, university-age paranormal academy series with darker elements, strong language, violence, and a heroine who follows her own moral compass of what is right… And who she ends up giving her heart to.

After the debacle that Tamsin’s end of year party became, she’s looking forward to going to the villa in Spain. Originally it was going to be with Craftsman and Darby but she’s still not on a path to forgive them. Hudson and Lucca are also still in the doghouse as well. Her heart is aching but she needs to separate from them to think things through. There’s been so much between all of them and some things she’s finding she can’t forgive.

Professor White is going to chaperone in Spain, while working with Tamsin on how to release her energy and the energy of the crystals into Faerie without hurting herself and her magic. She will also be helping Tamsin with her high school courses and on the things she can test out of at Artemis.

Then there’s the summer soiree she has planned for the donors to the new scholarship fund, this would be the last event before Spain. Unfortunately the people attending are idiots and greedy as well. Many came with crystals expecting them to be charged by her, not just a couple, but millions. So instead of attending she would be leaving after making an announcement.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Mel must have radioed someone because the music was cut, and slowly people quieted down. They glanced around to see what was going on, and I bit back a smirk.

This was going to be fun.

“I’d like to thank everyone who donated to the new scholarship fund I started,” I said loudly, pausing to give people a chance to find me. I smiled out at them. “While I hope you all enjoy the party I painstakingly planned to celebrate the success, it seems I won’t be able to join you for it. Security has informed me that people have brought millions of crystals in the hopes I’d raise them to high-tier crystals for them.

“So much for those charitable donations expecting nothing in return, huh? For those of you who truly gave to be kind and generous, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Those of you who gave the minimum to get into the party in the hopes of crystals—thanks for ruining the fun for me and others, as this was supposed to be a drama free night. I hope everyone enjoys the party and gets home safely.”

“You cannot be serious,” someone shouted. “We were promised you would attend.”

I raised an eyebrow and smirked down at the woman who wore hundreds of crystals on her dress, like I had months ago.

“I don’t remember the invitation saying that, only that I would host the party. Isn’t that your argument why we couldn’t confiscate your crystals? We didn’t specify them on the invitation, and they were fair game then? Yes, well, you played your hand, and poorly. I’m still hosting the event, but I won’t be attending it for all of you to try and use me as a power source, see if you can get me to collapse, or kill me.”

Several people objected or exclaimed that wasn’t fair or proper of me when it was my event. Yeah, well, they could go fuck themselves. I wasn’t risking myself either. I doubted my mood would allow me to tier up any crystals currently, but I wasn’t going to risk it either, and I preferred getting to tell them all to go fuck themselves for sure.

I turned to head back inside, giving a little wave over my shoulder and not bothering to close the door behind me. Mel was simply shaking her head as Ellen and Avril stood there with their mouths agape.

“You forget she didn’t really want to attend this thing in the first place,” Mrs. Rothchild said from further down the hallway. “As security, you made the right call. Logistically, you might have a nightmare on your hands.”

I shrugged, seeing Mr. Rothchild behind her, letting me know the Vogels were already there then. “I’m not a leader. This is a scholarship fund extra thank you party, not a state dinner. They overplayed their bullshit hand to start more shit with me, and more than they understand.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at that. I nodded, taking Mel’s radio off her hip. “Zack, you get a list of who came with crystals?”

“Of course I did. Professor White is here at the front for that sole purpose. While she checks invites, and verifies who people are, and that they’re not using have glamour, we’re doing the security procedures we discussed. But yeah, I got the list, why?”

“Give it to Liluth and Esta after everyone is checked in. That many crystals could have left me fucking brain dead, and it was seriously rude. We don’t allow rude people to shop at our bakery. They get a three-month ban if they apologize. Liluth and the co-op can do as they wish, but I would bet they’ll do the same.”

“Yes, yes, they will,” he agreed, sounding amused even over the radio. “I’ll make sure they get it.”

“Thank you,” I sang, handing Mel back her radio. “Let’s make sure everyone not on that list gets something extra. A basket of fae fruit? Maybe with a feedback card that only they get, as we know how elites love to give their opinions and feel they get a vote on everything.”

Mel held up her hands in surrender when her parents both looked at her accusingly. “She came like this when I met her. Don’t blame this evil genius part on me. I simply taught her to fight back and how to get bad guys.”

I snorted. “Yeah, simply that.” I snapped my fingers and asked them to hold on as I remembered something. I hurried back into the room I had used to get ready and grabbed one of the two file folders I’d been working on in secret. Then I went back to the others and handed it over to Mr. Rothchild. “My present to your clan.”

“For what?” he asked with a frown, glancing from the folder to my eyes.

I smiled, handing it to Mrs. Rothchild instead, who opened the folder. “You swore your clan to be my sword should I need it. I don’t know if I am really of a noble bloodline, but I read before there are certain traditions of my people we keep to if a clan should ever do that. I went back and checked them, and that’s my gift for the honor you have bestowed upon me. I have one for the Silva clan as well.”

Mrs. Rothchild gasped as she read it over. “She bought us a massive ranch with vast lands and paid for the construction of several separate houses for all the cousins and family to stay at when they’re off.”

“Or retired,” I added. “You now have clan land for those retired from service who can still provide support or do whatever, but can also raise your kids away from the dangers of the Vogels if you want—whatever you want. It’s still in their territory, of course, but it’s large enough to hide a lot, and with a good sized forest.”

“Why would you do this?” Mr. Rothchild asked as he looked over his mate’s shoulder.

“It’s who she is, Father,” Mel said easily.

“And it’s what my people do,” I added. “It was in several journals that it was how some packs and groups were started and how their lands were granted to them. I know that doesn’t apply here, but it never hurts to have a vacation house or even an off-the-books place to hide the Vogels, should it ever be needed. That place is buried under several layers of protection and once the work is done, I’ll put up what’s needed.”

“What’s needed?” Mrs. Rothchild whispered, but then her eyes went bug wide. “You can do that?”

“Not over that much land,” I clarified. “But yes, enough to keep the residences safe should you need to lock the area down. I’ll go over it all and how to activate it.” I grunted as she hugged me tightly. “Okay, not a dragon, don’t crush me.”

She chuckled and kissed my temple, but eased up on me. “Thank you, Tamsin.”
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Seeing Craftsman hurts more than anything and leads to the discovery of yet something else she didn’t know when she runs off for a few minutes. She also spent sometime in Faerie with the fae dogs before heading back to Spain.

Tamsin also had a meeting with the heads of other schools besides Artemis. They needed to put some things in place to follow what human university do. That was an interesting meeting as well.

Returning to school has all the guys wanting to reconcile with her, but she’s having none of it. However, Lucca is the first to break down her walls and get her to listen to him. Then Mel explains somethings about Darby and she listens to him as well, but she takes that a bit further by bringing him to Faerie to have the conversation. They all now have magic tattoos to prevent any of her secrets from being exposed should they be dragged off to a council. The biggest threats still are the Vampire and Warlock/Witch councils. They keep upping their game and cheating as usual.

New Instructors in this book add some twists and more things with Craftsman that were both intriguing and terrifying.

Again much happens in this book including the continuing rescue of Hobgoblins from undesirable working conditions.

Conniving, Plotting, Overcoming and Romance are key things in this book. It’s also filled with laughter, tears and sizzling heat.

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Erin is a born Chicagoan who decided to state hop a bit, given she works from home. She currently resides in Georgia with her pup, Lord Vader Flynn. With an eclectic and addictive personality, there isn’t much that doesn’t interest her or she won’t pour herself into if it catches her fancy. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.

To date, she has published more paranormal books than she can keep up with the characters for, in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes.

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Thwarting Cheaters – Artemis University Book 5 by Erin R. Flynn

Thwarting Cheaters
Artemis University Book 5
Erin R. Flynn


My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m the last known fairy. Someone found out and that was why I was abducted, which I survived.

And my boyfriend freaking out after drinking my blood.

And all the drama with Mel’s family.

And getting the havens running, which we received so much flack over.

And… A lot. There’s been a lot and it’s sort of a miracle I’ve not been outed or taken out.

Despite the crazy, things are back on track with Darby and I’m enjoying my fun with Hudson. I wish I could say the same about Craftsman, but I can’t. Things aren’t going well there and I don’t know what to do about it.

I’m not sure it’s even up to me.

But there’s already so much on my overflowing plate I’m not sure I can handle him and what’s going on between us—or lack of it. My focus needs to be on Faerie and my people, the fair folk who need me to protect them.

So why does it hurt so much?

At least I have a lot to keep busy with, like our friends starting their business, and the Power Playoffs… Except both come with problems and threats that I can’t hide from or ignore.

So much for the rest of the semester being calm before summer break.

Artemis University is an ongoing hot burning reverse harem, university-age paranormal academy series with darker elements, strong language, violence, and a heroine who follows her own moral compass of what is right… And who she ends up giving her heart to.

Where to begin as these books are packed with the events in Tamsin’s day to day life. The book starts with the soiree for the witches designs where Tamsin again sticks up for someone being bullied. Not a student this time but a dragon. Lady Jane, is a beautiful woman but her mate’s true love advises her on clothing, none of which is flattering. Hearing Lady Jane’s thoughts has her confronting the man and boy does that start some interesting developments. Of course that’s not the only thing that happens at that party.

Then there’s the Power Playoffs, Julian Craftsman as her advisor wants her to withdraw, since the rules have been changed to try to out her species for all to see. Tamsin on the other hand is preparing with the help of Mel to maybe win if she’s smart about it. Although that whole debacle opens yet another can of worms.

This is a favorite scene.

We ended up in his lecture hall and he plopped me down on his desk, crossing his arms over his chest and staring me down when he probably saw in my aura, I was about to storm right back out of there. Instead, I copied the gesture—mocking him as much as I could in something so simple—and glared back.

I was so into our staring match I didn’t realize at first a few other people were there until Headmaster Edelman cleared his throat.

Craftsman sighed. “I never said you were stupid, duckie.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped, knowing he used it in place of “love” when others were around. “Don’t try to charm me when you’re being a dick.”

“Oh, this is going to be entertaining,” Professor White commented as she walked in with a few others of the faculty who knew about me. She smirked at me when I glanced at her. “Professor Richardson snitched on you. As charming as he might never be, he is a good soul and wants to keep you safe.”

Craftsman frowned. “So do I, which is why I said going forward like nothing changed is stupid, not that you were. I didn’t say you were for doing it. I said the plan was.”

“I don’t think I need to explain context to the professor who fucking teaches runes and lectures that intent makes the magic happen,” I snapped. “Your huffing, tone, and flat out dismissive attitude like I was being a child said lots without saying it to my face, Doc.”

He flinched, dropping his arms and blinking at me. “That’s—” he tried to defend but I wasn’t nearly done.

I jumped to my feet and shoved at his chest. “But you were being the idiot. All you were focused on was that one thing and my being humiliated there. So what if I lose? I might get hurt that day. So what? I mean so what? What about the rest? What about the bigger picture? What message will others take away if I throw the competition? You weren’t hearing me that there was more to this!”

He grabbed my hands when I tried to shove him again. “Like what?”

“Like Von Thann is setting her up,” Zack drawled.

I yanked my hands away from Craftsman and locked the lecture hall, throwing up a barrier when I saw everyone was there, all the usual suspects which somehow now included Lucca. I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment but then focused back on Zack. “How did you know?”

He snorted. “Because you wanted to kill him. You were pissed at the other parents and shitheads that plotted this but him you wanted to kill. There was something more to that all school meeting and his gloating announcement. You were so focused like when you’re listening to thoughts and then…”

“Everything about you turned murderous,” Ray explained. “Not just furious but murderous. I thought you might leap up on stage and slit his throat your aggression shot up so fast.”

“It was a thought,” I admitted.

“Set you up how?” Craftsman demanded, glancing between us.

“Yeah, I want to know that too because I thought I had a good grasp on what was going on,” Mel added, giving me a look like she might strangle me.

I winced. “In my defense, I didn’t tell you because I thought you might kill him.”

“I almost did,” Lucca drawled. He gave me a pitying look and answered for me. “Father decided if he can’t have Tamsin under his control as his pet fairy that he’s the gatekeeper for access to as the last one, including who breeds her, he’s going to out her. He thinks that will force her hand to beg for his protection. That’s his plan.

“He used the other parents who want to get revenge for either humiliating their kids by her being better as an unknown mutt among elites or those she’s started trouble with according to them. He came up with a way that he thinks will back her into a corner and she’ll out herself as being a fairy. He can’t figure a way she’ll compete and not expose herself as she’s too stupid not to withdraw.”

“It’s not being stupid,” I growled.

“I know, I know,” Lucca concurred, holding up his hands in surrender. “His words, not mine. I agree.”

“So do we,” Zack muttered, gesturing to himself and Ray.

“I’m missing the bigger picture where it’s a good idea to take the risk even more so now that the goal is to out you as a fairy,” Craftsman admitted.

I went to blast him but I saw the panic in his eyes and it quelled some of my upset. Part of me wanted to actually comfort him because even I could sense the fear coming from him that the supe world would find out I was the last fairy and in such a big way, live streamed no less.

“Everyone is watching her right now,” Professor White surmised, tapping her fingers against her lips as her other hand cupped her elbow. “It’s the main reason no party who wants her has made a move—too many eyes on her. However, if she throws the competition, basically shows our world that she came out of the gate fast but fizzled out—”

“She would lose interest with some parties,” Zack confirmed. “Others would follow thinking it was all overblown or spun rumors and move onto the next whatever. That would give any who know she’s the real deal the chance to make a move once less people are watching. So from a security standpoint, your idea she tank the competition is about the most dangerous thing for her. Idiot.”

Craftsman had a very eloquent reaction to that.


Yeah, that sounded about right.
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Now aside from the kicking butt that occurs, there are more developments with her love life. She’s mad at Craftsman, then there’s some interesting things with Hudson and Lucca, I didn’t see that one coming. The other thing involving them, well I did mostly figure that one out. Have I mentioned Hudson’s parents are pretty awesome?

Some circumstances are kind of dire and there’s things with the Rothchild Clan that had me in tears. Then more with Darby and his family. I mean dang can’t this girl catch a break.

More interesting projects for Tamsin to invest in, and the ‘book’ at the villa in Spain had me crying once more.

I am already starting the next book in this series, I think I may be addicted.

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But I have to add a Hiss for editing as a couple of my pet peeves were in this book.

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Erin is a born Chicagoan who decided to state hop a bit, given she works from home. She currently resides in Georgia with her pup, Lord Vader Flynn. With an eclectic and addictive personality, there isn’t much that doesn’t interest her or she won’t pour herself into if it catches her fancy. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.

To date, she has published more paranormal books than she can keep up with the characters for, in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes.

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O Magnet – Titans of Tech Book 2 by Tessa Layne

O Magnet
Titans of Tech Book 2
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Tessa Layne


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As the CTO of Steele Conglomerate, I work hard, and play harder, if you catch my meaning. I – and the ladies – like it that way.

My mother has other ideas.

For the last six years, she’s been trying to marry me off – because it’s time for grandchildren. She’s even started dropping by my office with prospects — on a daily basis.

But I’m going to beat her at her own game. Not only am I going to convince her I’m getting married, I’m going to pick the last woman my mother would ever choose for me… my crazy, inappropriate-for-me-in-every-way assistant, Penelope Fischer — Penny.

What could possibly go wrong?


I am So. Over. Stockton Ford.

Just because he’s the hottest bachelor in Kansas City with the biggest wallet does not make him all that.

I should know. Not only do I spend night and day helping him fight cyber bad guys and generally being his Girl Friday, I’m tasked with managing his personal life – his mother, his girlfriends… you get the picture.

So yeah, I’m done. Done giving into that megawatt smile, the mischievous twinkle in his eye, and the pleading tone in his voice that somehow I can’t resist.

I’m quitting.


Until he makes me an offer I can’t refuse, and I say yes for all the wrong reasons.

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It’s been four years since Penny became part of Steele Conglomerate and she plans on quitting, today. She’s done with Stockton and his women and his mother interrupting the work day. She has an offer in California and she’s taking it. At least that’s what she thinks…

We learn how she came to be an employee which in itself is unusual, but with her skills and intelligence totally understandable. We learn of Stockton’s involvement with that and also he’d been attracted to her even then.

Stockton has mother problems, she keeps showing up at the office with ‘acceptable’ woman for him to take to lunch. He needs a break from the string of women he isn’t interested in. The idea he has seems perfect but the way he does it leaves much to be desired. His mother with a new woman in tow, the woman he’s been seeing all collected in the reception area get to hear his announcement at the same time as Penny. They are engaged, and while she’s fuming she plays along until they leave. Then the negotiations begin, they were awesome. However the event they need to attend and the ring he buys for her that fills the bill on expensive and gaudy is priceless.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

She turns to me, eyes filled with concern. “This is bad, isn’t it? That we can’t talk about anything besides work?”

“Relax, Penny. We’re not dating. And we like our work.”

A shadow flickers across her pale features. “But we are… dating, I mean. We’re supposed to be engaged. Which means I should know what color your underwear is, and what order you eat your breakfast, and whether or not you hate mustard on your hotdog at the ballpark.”

“You know that one,” I remind her dryly.

“Right. Everything. Like a Chicago dog. But the rest?” She eyes me with something close to panic. “What kind of coffee maker do you have?” Her brows knit together and she skewers me with a wild-eyed glare. “Don’t you dare leave me alone with your mother until we’ve discussed all this.”

I reach over and cover her hand. “You’ll do just fine, Penny.” Touching her like this takes me back to the only other night we’ve ever been together socially. My heart lurches at the memory. That night… changed everything. “I promise, I won’t abandon you.”

She sucks in a shaky breath and squeezes my hand. I like it. Far too much. The car slows and pulls into a long line of vehicles waiting to drop off their VIPs at the front of the building. I reach into my suit pocket. “I almost forgot. Will this do?” I pull out a small velvet box and open it so she can see the ring inside.

Her gasp dissolves into a giggle. “Ohmygod, you didn’t.”

My answering grin is all the confirmation she needs.

“Oh my god that is hideous and glorious. I love it.” She reaches for the ring, and my chest puffs at her reaction. More than it should, because this is just a transaction.

I pull the ring from the case. “Hold out your hand,” I say, voice suddenly rough.

It’s just pretend.

This is all just pretend.

But it feels strangely normal, putting a ring that by any other standards would be considered ugly as fuck on Penny’s hand. And when I slide it on her third finger, my chest pulls tight. But before I can think too much about it, she pulls her hand back and surveys the way the facets catch the light. The center stone is a one-and-a-half carat pink heart-shaped diamond, flanked by clear diamonds and set in rose gold. The band is titanium inlaid with alternating pink and white diamonds. It’s expensive enough she should have security but gaudy enough it looks like vintage costume jewelry. And on Penny’s hand, it’s apropos.

Her husky laugh ripples through the space. “This is perfect. I love it.”

Our car rolls to a stop, and I wait for Edward to come around and open our door. I step out, then turn around to help Penny. Touching her hand sends electricity racing up my arm and my heart pounds a little harder. I lace my fingers through hers and lean down. “I only drink coffee at the office. I drink an energy shake on the way to our team’s early morning workouts. And I don’t cook.”

At the top of the stairs, we step into the line of guests waiting to enter and I pull the invitation from my jacket pocket. I can feel the tension radiating off Penny, and I give her hand a squeeze. “There’s a photographer from Kansas City Magazine just inside, taking pictures of the guests. Then we can grab drinks and go find my mother.”

Penny’s smile tightens. “Oh joy.”

“It will only be for a few minutes. She’ll want to circulate before the dinner portion.”

“What’s this all for again?”

“Every year the Forde Family Foundation sponsors a class of debutantes-“

“You’re kidding me.” I huff out a quiet laugh. “Not at all. It’s a tradition that goes back to the fifties. You’re marrying into old money, Penny.”

She wrinkles her nose, scowling. “Isn’t this a lot like dressing up sheep before they’re led to the slaughter? I mean, where are the male debutantes? This is all about parading pretty young women around so they can catch wealthy older husbands.”

“Maybe that’s what it used to be, but every woman here is headed off to college and will receive a four-year scholarship from us.”

“And how many of them actually need it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean just that. How many of these women come from single-parent households? Or wouldn’t make it to college except with the help of your family’s scholarships? How many of these women attended Lincoln Prep?”

I open my mouth to protest, then promptly shut it. She’s absolutely right and I don’t like how it sits with me. The young women who will be honored here tonight come from the most prestigious high schools across the metro. Their families can afford to send them anywhere. “It’s not like that,” I finish lamely, knowing that’s exactly how it is.

Her scowl turns into a glare. “You’re throwing money at young women who don’t need it. Way to go, big guy. Pat yourself on the shoulder.” She shakes her head in disgust but before I can formulate a strong counter-argument, we step onto the red carpet.
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The shock value of her ring combined with the snooty friends of Stockton’s mother, has the snark just oozing from Penny.

The thing that these two take a lot of time to realize is they are perfect for each other. They might deny it but they have been flirting since day one. We get some glimpses into the past and learn much about Penny and her mother as well.

I laughed through much of this book, although I did breakdown into tears as well. The chemistry between Stockton and Penny is palpable and the heat between them sizzles off the pages.

I’m looking forward to the next book in this series ‘Baby Magnet’!

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Tessa Layne writes smokin’ hot contemporary cowboy and military romances filled with tenderhearted tough guys and sassy strong women who capture their hearts.She grew up in Colorado in the mountains at the edge of the Great Plains. There, she met her own smokin’ hot Cowboy and they had a whirlwind romance to rival any novel. She believes in Happily Ever Afters, loves fireflies, horses, and breathing clean country air. Her favorite thing to do is to sit on the porch swing with a glass of Rose, listening to her Cowboy pluck his guitar!

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Protecting Princess – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Search and Rescue Book 5 by Jen Talty

Protecting Princess
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Search and Rescue Book 5
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Navy SEAL Lincoln Thomas loved only one woman and he’d walked away from her almost five years ago when he realized he’d never fit into her world and she’d never accept he couldn’t turn his back on his country. Never in a million years did he expect to see her standing on his front doorstep on a stormy night, totally drenched, and in a wedding dress, covered in blood.

Naomi “Princess” Grant, daughter of Edward Grant, one of the biggest real-estate moguls in the world has never had to worry about anything a day in her life, hence, the name Princess. However, her life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Five years ago, her forced to break up with the only man she would ever love and pushed her into a relationship that met the needs of the family business. And now, on the eve of her wedding, her father, and her betrothed are murdered, and she’s the one holding the smoking gun.

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As this book opens, it’s Naomi ‘Princess’ Grant’s wedding day, she’s facing off with her father having acknowledged see doesn’t love her fiancé Sean and can’t marry him. Her father a manipulating real estate mogul brushes her off saying she just has cold feet and leaves to assist his mother with something in the reception hall. She goes to Sean’s suite to tell him her decision and is please to know he’s come to the same conclusion. Then everything goes to hell.

Lincoln Thomas is very much aware of what day it is when his roommate and fellow SEAL, Bryce tries to convince him to go out. Using the one card he has in his arsenal Naomi, he convinced Lincoln to go. However, they get quite the surprise when he opens the door.

Naomi ‘Princess’ stood there drenched.

This is a favorite scene.

“Fine. Let’s go.” He chugged his drink. He’d heard enough and it was high time he admitted that his good buddy had his back. He’d spent the last few years of his life pining for a woman who, when things got real tough, turned to the solace that only her daddy’s money could provide, and not the comfort of the man she supposedly loved.

And the father of the child they’d both lost.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Bryce jumped to his feet like a little boy who was just told he could have a second piece of cake. “You better not be joking, dude. Because that shit ain’t funny.”

“I know better than to pull your leg when it comes to Princess and my moods.” Lincoln shook his head. The effects of the one alcoholic beverage he’d chugged made him slightly dizzy. He stood in the front hallway and snagged his raincoat. “Besides, I know you’re right. I’ve got to put the past where it belongs and the best day to do that on is her fucking wedding day. So, let’s go celebrate that I’m finally willing to get over her.” He yanked open the front door and gasped. “Holy fuck, Princess, what the hell are you doing here? More importantly, is that your blood?”

She shook her head. Water dripped from her thick, clumpy eyelashes.

He curled his fingers around her cool biceps and helped her to the foyer. “Bryce, get some towels.” Lincoln stared at Princess in her drenched white wedding dress speckled with blood. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face and her makeup ran down her face like chalk colors on the pavement washing away in the rain.

“Wait. What?” She blinked, brushing her wet hair from her face. “Bryce Carson? You two know each other?”

“We’re on the same SEAL team,” Bryce said. “And that happened about three months after you took off in the middle—”

“Not the time or place,” Lincoln said, taking the towels Bryce handed him while ignoring the arched brow. He wrapped the larger one around her body. “How did you know where I lived?”

“I called Caroline Steele.”

“I hope she’s the only one you called,” Bryce said, pointing to the television. “Did you know you’re wanted for both your fiancé’s murder as well as your father’s along with Sean’s dad?”

“I’m what?” She dropped the towel and shoved Lincoln aside. She stood dripping wet in the middle of the family room. “Turn it up.”

Lincoln inched closer, taking the terrycloth material and wrapping it around a shivering Princess. He honestly never thought he’d lay eyes on her again. His heart beat faster than normal and he couldn’t slow it down. Not even with all his training.

“This is all bullshit,” she said.

He focused on the words coming from the reporter on the screen.

“Naomi Princess Grant is wanted as a person of interest for the murders of her father, her fiancé, and her fiancé’s father. It’s possible that she may be injured as well. Please, if anyone has seen her or knows of her whereabouts, please call the Metropolitan Police Department at the number on your screen.”

“What the fuck happened? And don’t leave out a single detail or start with the damned tears.” Bryce clicked off the TV and set the remote down. “I’m so glad my parents didn’t go to that shitshow of a wedding.”

“It’s good to see you too, Bryce.” She swiped at her face. “And thanks for your condolences. Especially for my father. A man you once used to go fishing with every weekend.” If looks could kill, Bryce would be dead, times ten.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” Bryce said. “I really am. But excuse me if I’m not thrilled you just put me and Lincoln in a really shitty spot.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here, and my father said I should come to Lincoln. That he was the only one who could help me.”

“So, your father has no problem making me a criminal,” Lincoln said behind gritted teeth. He knew the moment the words dribbled off his tongue like thick tar he shouldn’t have said them, but the damage was done.

She cupped her cheeks and started sobbing. “He was alive when I left him. I heard people coming. I called for help. I didn’t think he’d die.”

Lincoln looped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Shhhh. It’s going to be okay.” Besides being shocked her father would want her anywhere near him after he tried to get in contact with her shortly after she took off four and a half years ago and the choice words Edward had, he was a little dumbfounded by the events of the evening. Her father hadn’t trusted him back then, so why would he believe that he could protect Princess now? “Why don’t we start by getting you out of these wet clothes.”

“Before you do that, we need to know what car she brought to our doorstep and if we are going to have the Feds knocking down our door any minute.” Bryce stood in the foyer with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.

She buried her head in Lincoln’s neck. She sniffled. “Sean’s car.”

“I’ll go pull it in the garage until we can figure out what to do,” Bryce said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. For her.” He shook his head. “And here I thought I was the spoiled one who used people and then walked away after creating a massive mess.” Bryce disappeared into the garage, but not without slamming the door shut first.

Lincoln nodded. “We’re lucky he’s not turning you in right now.” “Should I be saying the same about you?” She took a step back. “I almost didn’t come, but I couldn’t think of anyone else who might be able to help me figure out what the hell just happened because I’ve been going over it in my head the entire drive down and I can’t make sense of it.”

“First things first. You need to get out of this bloody wedding gown. I’ve got some sweats that will work up in my room. From there, we’ll get some food in you and we’ll sit and talk this through. Sound good?” He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, catching her gaze. Her big chocolate eyes tore into his heart. He’d never stopped loving her and standing in the middle of his family room with her in his arms, he realized he wasn’t sure he could ever stop. He leaned in and brushed his lips over her mouth. A slight spark tickled his skin, reminding him of the flame that burned deep in his soul. “I’m going to take care of this. Of you.”

“I don’t deserve your help after everything I did to you.”

“No. You don’t. But we’ll talk about that much later.” Actually, he planned on sooner, but no point in upsetting her any more than necessary.

She had enough on her plate.

For now.
Jen Talty. Protecting Princess (Special Forces: Operation Alpha): search and rescue book 5 (Kindle Locations 229-281). Aces Press, LLC.

Along with the mystery of who killed her father, Sean and his father. Princess and Lincoln have to address the things that broke them apart.

Caroline, Wolf and more work to find the answers to the murders.

There are many twists and turns with plenty of suspense and intrigue plus the simmer to sizzle rebuild of Princess and Lincoln’s relationship.

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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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Loving Bea – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Counterstrike Book 4 by Cara Carnes

Loving Bea
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Counterstrike Book 4
Cara Carnes


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She’s a magnet for trouble…

After they saved her from a violent marriage years before, Bea Stanz made a vow to fix her own problems and not rely so much on her brother and his fellow operatives at Counterstrike. Her newfound independence has been far from easy, but Bea 2.0 is determined to handle whatever comes her way. When a simple errand exposes a dangerous international kidnapping ring, she turns to the one man who’s taken her protection as a personal mission.

He swore to keep her safe…

Joe “Hazard” Santos left military service and joined Counterstrike after they rescued his sister. Protecting innocent women and children is his new mission, one he won’t fail. The beautiful, impulsive, and passionate little sister of a fellow operative is a task—one who blew into his life like a hurricane. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if she doesn’t want his help.

They will need every resource at their disposal to face this threat, but will all of Counterstrike and a Delta team be enough to succeed?

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Bea has been working hard to stand on her own, she’s almost finished her courses to become a paralegal and has a great job. When she’s asked to bring some files to one of her bosses Evaline Cumberland she doesn’t hesitate. What she finds at the gated community disturbs her greatly. Evaline’s reaction to her even more so. The secret pass of of something tells her something was very wrong. Leaving the area the only person she thinks to call is Joe ‘Hazard’ Santos. Hazard has always been there for her and her son Ryan.

Hazard and a Delta force team are testing possible hires for Counterstrike. They need a specific level of expertise to handle dicey situations. They are quickly finding that many can’t make the cut. Bea’s call comes at a time when they are ready to stop for the day. When she arrives they settle in to eat and take a look at what she has.

The results of the data on the USB using HERA has flagged the Arsenal, who is shorthanded at the moment, and Tex is brought in to assist. After gathering as much intel as they can about the situation, Hazard and Bea head home. Well his home, as they’ve decided Bea could be in danger.

This is a favorite scene.

Home turned out to be his house, not hers. They’d swung by her place long enough for her to pack up a few days’ clothes and toiletries. Exhaustion had kept her from arguing too fiercely. And in all honesty, she wanted to see Hazard’s home.

While a part of her expected an apartment rather than a house, she wasn’t surprised when he pulled into the driveway of a small brick home a few blocks from where she lived. “No wonder you always show up so quick when I call.”

Amusement glimmered in his gaze, along with something deeper she didn’t want to think about. “My secret’s out. I don’t fly at the speed of light.”

Bea chuckled. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a work in progress. The guys helped me re-floor and paint the place. The kitchen and bathrooms have been redone, but the yard is a mess and I want to redo the bedrooms.” Hazard opened the door and stepped in to deactivate the alarm. “Come in, make yourself at home.”

The pale gray walls offset the dark flooring perfectly. While the colors weren’t standard, they suited Hazard’s taste. Unique and mysterious. Different but spectacular. Dark leather furniture filled the living room.

“Marisol thinks I have something against color,” Hazard said.

“She might be right,” Bea mumbled. Splashes of bold color would go nicely with what he’d done so far. Dark red or maybe blue curtains. Green? Hmm… “You don’t strike me as the type to spend hours looking for the perfect curtains or throw pillows.”

“Throw pillows are useless.”

Hmm… she could think of very interesting ways to use throw pillows where Joseph “Hazard” Santos was concerned, but she didn’t comment. She could count on one hand the times she’d ever been alone with him the past few weeks.

And, yet, here they were alone in his home. His lair. Anticipation flared at the thought. She licked her lips as she wandered into the immaculate kitchen. Stainless steel appliances gleamed beneath the soft lighting overhead, a newer reset model she recognized because she’d hoped to one day install it in her house.

She ran her hand along the light gray marble island. “I love it. The softer hues will coordinate well with anything someone adds. You’d be good at flipping homes, you know.”

“That’s what Field said. He and Patch have flipped a couple places,” Hazard said. “This three-bedroom is a good starter.”

“Do you think you’ll need something bigger?” Bea swallowed. Her pulse quickened when he closed the distance. He braced a hand on the island behind her and leaned forward. “You know, when you settle down and have kids.”

He’d be a great dad. Heck, he was already a great one to Ryan even though he hadn’t ever asked for that. It’d just happened because her boy sucked up every ounce of love and attention he was offered.

“Yeah.” Hazard’s voice turned husky. “The backyard is too small and there’s only one bedroom for kids if the other is an office. I’d want a large, open common area for them to play in together. And my wife would need a bigger master bedroom.”

He caressed her cheek. Her skin tingled from the contact. “You’ve thought a lot about it.”

“I have,” he whispered. “Have you?”

“Yeah. I had Ryan when I was young. I want him to have a little brother, maybe a sister or two. It was just John and I growing up, but I had cousins and always pictured myself having a big family.” Bea wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She wanted to run them along his muscular chest and enjoy the ripple of hidden contours beneath her touch.

“He’s a great kid.”

“It’s been a community effort.”

“You’re a great mom.” He stroked down her neck. “You know that. Right?”

“Most days I do. Some are more of a challenge,” she admitted. “You’ve been a huge influence on him. I think he might like you more than Ethan and Milo.”

“We’ll keep that a secret.” His voice lowered. The husky tone cast awareness through her. “Hearing that just made my day.”

Intensity registered on his face as he leaned closer and cupped her neck. She grasped his waist and pulled him forward. “I never know where I stand with you, Hazard.”

“Joe. When we’re alone, I’m Joe. I love hearing you say my name.”

“I’ll try. You’ve always been more than what you do to me, but I don’t want to risk you by using the wrong name at the wrong time. Hazard is safer, but you’ve always been Joe to me.”

He feathered his lips across hers, a tentative glide that she felt clear to her toes.

A moan escaped her as she deepened the contact. He took control of the kiss, nipping at her lips and exploring her mouth as though they had all the time in the world. She wrapped her arms around him, relishing the way her body molded against his perfectly.

He severed contact with a groan. “I love the way you taste. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Twitch will put my head on a pike if I screw this up.” “This isn’t his business. Nor is it Ethan’s or Milo’s or anyone else’s.” Bea licked her lips. “I’m scared, though. I don’t want to lose you. You’re too important to Ryan.” And me.

“You think I’d scrape you off if we didn’t work out.”

Bea shrugged. “It’s a strong possibility. Relationships are hard work and I’ve never done well with them, as you know. I’ve made a lot of bad choices. I can’t afford to make any more.”

“I’m not a bad choice, Bea,” he whispered. “But I think you know that and that’s what has you scared.”

He was right, but she wasn’t ready to voice the truth. She had to be smart about whatever happened between them. The inevitability of him and her had loomed on the horizon for a while now. “I keep thinking there’ll be a perfect time to take that leap and admit I want something more.”

“Is that what you want?” Hazard kissed her jawline. “More?”

“Yes,” she whispered. So much for not voicing the truth.

“Me, too.” He kissed behind her ear. “We’ll go slow and do this the right way because you and Ryan are the most important people in my world, and I won’t do anything to risk losing you.”

God. She loved hearing those words. She’d never felt so…

Cara Carnes. Loving Bea (Special Forces: Operation Alpha): Counterstrike, Book 4 (Kindle Locations 641-692). Aces Press, LLC.

The attraction between these two is off the charts steamy and as this story unfolds that only gets more intense.

With most of Counterstrike involved, the Delta team and Tex this investigation swiftly moves forward. Ethan and Milos are involved as well as Victoria as they identify the key players. Now they have to get everyone involved safe and get rid of the bad guys.

I love the way Cara weaves these stories, they are intense, suspenseful and action-packed as the level of heat between Bea and Hazard escalates.

I really hope Cara continues to contribute to this series, I love seeing Susan’s teams along with the Arsenal’s crew in these Counterstrike tales.

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

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Shane – The Mavericks Book 12 by Dale Mayer

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

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

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

The Mavericks Book 12
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Her kidnappers demanded Shane arrive. Finding out his best friend was held as a pawn just pissed him off. Finding out rescuing her was a test made him seriously angry. He hates being used. These men mean business though, as Shane finds a body count too high for comfort.

Shelly knew Shane would come for her. No way he wouldn’t. She was lucky to have Shane there for her, especially when learning a second woman had been kidnapped and held for over six months. The simple rescue of Shelly turns into something more to find this second woman.

But is there one killer boss out there or two? As the pair try to secure their own freedom, it gets even murkier, until finding a way through is paramount. Otherwise no one gets a happy ending.

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When Shane gets the call for his assignment he is shocked to find out his best friend Shelly is involved. She always did find trouble though, but this is different, they want Shane. His partner for this is one of his Navy buddies Diesel. There were a couple of twists when they got her out, but the ‘fun’ was just the beginning. Once Shelly’s checked out they take a cab to her apartment to grab some stuff for her. There’s no way they are staying there until the kidnappers are all captured and this is done. An interesting turn of events when the cab and driver were switched and Shelly is almost taken again. She got away and Shane got the driver before he could do anything else. I loved the aftermath of this though, Shelly is quite outspoken and independent.

This is a favorite scene.

Shane glared at her from outside the cab. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

“Improvising,” she said, with a shrug. Diesel laughed. She looked at him and said, “At least one of you has a sense of humor.”

“Well,” Diesel said, “if you were mine, I’d have turned you over my knee and gave you a spanking.”

She looked at him, shocked. “Damn good thing I’m not then,” she said in an ominous tone, “because anybody who thinks that’s a good idea won’t do well with me.”

“I was kidding,” Diesel said, “but you had to know Shane would be unhappy about what you just did.”

“Why?” she said. “At least we’re not all locked inside a damn taxi right now, being taken to God-only-knows where,” she said. “In case nobody noticed, I’m a little tired of being ordered around today.”

“Got it,” he said, with a smile, and she glared at him suspiciously. He just turned and motioned toward Shane, who stood there still glaring at her, his hands on his hips.

She hopped out of the cab and immediately put her hands on her own hips, imitating his posture perfectly. “Come on. You know I won’t be the one who sits there and follows orders,” she complained.

Rolling his eyes, Shane pinched the bridge of his nose. “You could at least try not to get yourself killed.”

“Well, obviously you guys wouldn’t be any help,” she said. “What was I supposed to do?”

He stared at her, shaking his head. “You never change, do you?”

“Am I supposed to?” she asked, and he heard a little bit of insecurity in her voice. He sighed, then opened his arms, and she ran into them. He closed them around her immediately and held her tight. “You always got into trouble at every turn.”

“I also get out of trouble, thank you very much,” she said.

“You’re also damned lucky sometimes.”

“Well, obviously I picked a time when I knew his hands would be busy,” she said. “You should be nice to me, since I did get us out of that ugly situation.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “I’m really happy about it. Now, do you think you can stay out of trouble long enough to let us check this guy over and make sure he doesn’t pull something else?”

“Not to worry,” Diesel said. “I just patted him down. No ID on him. Lots of cash in his back pocket, but, other than that, there’s nothing.”

“Anything in the cab?”

“No registration papers and the license plate doesn’t belong on it either.”


In the meantime, the cops finally arrived, as the traffic had slowly been going around them, but they were definitely a hazard. When they tried to explain what had happened, they just looked at him in shock. “What?”

Then she said, “We were the ones in that office-building-hostage thing that just happened,” she said, the words all tumbling out.

Shane pulled her back into his arms, held her close, and said, “Just stay calm.” Then he explained everything to the officer, who just shook his head.

“Jesus,” he said, “can you guys just get to the hotel and stay out of trouble?”

“Maybe,” she said, lifting her head away from Shane’s chest. “Will you provide any security to keep us out of trouble? We took a cab. That’s all we did. We took a cab to my place to pick up some clothes, and then we were supposed to go back to the hotel. That’s it,” she said. “So how the hell is that our fault?”

Shane squeezed her shoulders and said, “Sorry, guys. She’s a little overwrought.”

The officer looked at her like she was a time bomb. She just rolled her eyes. Shane glared at her and said, “Calm down, would you please?”

She sighed, then slumped against him and nodded. “Okay, this is your show,” she said. “But you’ll have to get me something to eat soon.” She yawned and snuggled in close. He sighed and said, “Any chance you guys could give us a lift to the hotel? We stopped at her place to pick up a change of clothing, and the cab switched while we were inside. We said we’d be available to answer more questions, but we got held up.” He then provided the name of the SWAT leader from the telecom building task force.

Nodding, the officer said, “Come on. Get in the back of my cruiser here.” Shane led her to the police car, and the three of them piled into the back. She never said another word, until they were outside the hotel.

Looking up at the third-rate hotel, she smiled. “This is all you can afford, huh? I guess they don’t pay you that well for those missions.”

He just sighed, shaking his head. “We were trying to avoid calling any attention to ourselves. We’re not trying to impress anyone or to make a statement with our lodging choices anyway.”

She looked at him sideways. “Yeah, so how’s that working out for you?” At that, Diesel laughed and laughed. She glared at him. “What’s so funny now?”

“You two,” he said. “You’re really great together.”

“We’re not exactly together-together,” she said.

“He knows that,” Shane said. “He’s probably figuring out why we aren’t.”
Dale Mayer. Shane (Kindle Locations 523-565). Valley Publishing Ltd..

This is just the beginning as they realize the situation with Shelly was just a test. The man in charge wants Shane to get his daughter back, she’s been held captive for a long time. To add to this they’ve taken Shane’s sister and her family to ensure his cooperation.

What ensues is a battle of wits between Shane and Shelly with Diesel being amused by every exchange. Of course the severity of the situation is not one to make light of. Now they need to rescue both Shane’s family and the guy’s daughter.

A convoluted and twisted path to the end of all of this, including Shane maybe understanding that both he and Shelly want their relationship to go further.

Once again Dale has grabbed my attention from the first page and doesn’t let me go until I turn the final page.

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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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Coming January 19! Clay – Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 8 by Maryann Jordan

Lighthouse Security Investigations

The security and investigation company is filled with handpicked men and women
from the SEALs, Rangers, Special Forces,
Deltas, and Air Force Special Ops.
All trained in CIA Special Operations,
the Keepers were the best of the best
and ready to take on any mission.

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Relationships should be simple, right?

Clay watched his fellow Lighthouse Security Keepers fall for women while on missions. Growing up with chaos, the last thing he wanted was drama… or surprises.

The beautiful concert violinist was just what he hoped for. Smart, talented, and dedicated to the orchestra. And completely separate from his mission chasing drug smugglers.

But Christina had a secret… one that brings her right into the middle of his mission. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe.

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Clay wants a relationship that doesn’t start embroiled in a case. He finds that when he follows his love of music to the symphony. A concert violinist catches his eye when she performs a solo and he makes it a point to get to know her.

Christina takes a chance on the handsome admirer, and accepts the invite to breakfast after the concert. This becomes a routine with them as they get to know each other. He knows she has other groups she plays with and she also teaches private students. She is very far removed from his job and his current case.

He gets one big surprise though when the LSI folks attend a Celtic Festival. After watching the sporting events for a while they head to the food and music. It’s the music that startles him especially when he sees the violinist.

This is a favorite scene.

As they finished, everyone clapped and the MC stepped up to the microphone. “Okay, you’ve had a little soft music while some of you were eating, but now it’s time to raise the roof! Let’s give a big welcome to   Amhrán M’anama!”

Clay watched in amazement as a drummer took to the stage and began pounding out a beat to the shouts and cheers in the crowd. He was soon joined by two long-haired young men in kilts, both playing bagpipes, their boots stomping the time on the wooden platform. The music was lively, filling the tent, and everyone tapped their feet in time to the beat. Another man with long hair pulled back into a ponytail, a kilt, and heavy boots ran onto the stage, heading straight to the microphone. He began singing a Celtic rock song.

“Damn, they’re good!” Walker said, his head bobbing to the beat.

“I love this music!” Babs agreed, jumping to her feet and clapping.

Clay grinned and nodded. He had no idea if this band was the same as what he’d heard in the remote bar but couldn’t deny that the music was just as good. The men on stage continued belting out the fast tune, the vocalist encouraging the crowd to clap. Suddenly, another musician bounded onto the stage, causing the crowd to cheer even more. This member was a woman, wearing a miniskirt in a Scottish plaid, spike-heeled boots that went above her knees, and a tight black tank top showing off her curves. Her long, dark, wavy hair tossed wildly about her head as she danced and twirled while playing the fiddle.

Her violin was electric with a wireless amplifier, giving her the freedom to move around as her sound meshed perfectly with the bagpipes. In awe, Clay watched as her hair swirled about her head in wild disarray. Her fingers and bow flew across the strings and as the music mingled with the bagpipes and the drums, her feet alternated between skipping across the stage to the beat and twirling in circles. She was a whirling dervish, never stopping, never hesitating as the music continued to pour forth.

“Holy hell, she’s fuckin’ fantastic!” Blay enthused.

Clay agreed, but a strange wave of possessiveness grabbed hold, and he fought to keep from telling Blay to keep his eyes in his head and his tongue in his mouth. As soon as that thought slammed into him, guilt followed quickly. Christina… I’m involved with Christina. He had never stepped out on a girlfriend, thinking men who cheated were weak. But watching the stage as the fiddler continued to twirl and toss her long hair, seeming to emit the lively music from deep within her soul, he cursed his weakness.

On the last note of the song, she turned toward the drummer, laughing as he grabbed his whiskey and downed it in one gulp, much to the delight of the crowd who roared with approval.

“Meet the members of Amhrán M’anama,” the lead singer called out. “I’m Steven. Dunk is on the drums. Mike and Jamie are on the bagpipes. And, I know you want to know our fiddler… Tiny Monroe!”

The crowd stomped, clapped, and shouted as Clay took to his feet to get a better look at the dark-haired sprite who made magic spark from her fingers. She tossed her hair from her face, offering a wide smile to the admiring gathering. It was when a pair of large, blue-green eyes landed on him, growing wide as her mouth dropped open in surprise that it hit him— he was staring at Christina.
Maryann Jordan. Clay – ARC copy – not for sale or distribution: Lighthouse Security Investigations (Kindle Locations 725-750).

Everyone is delighted to meet Christina and even Clay has to admit he loves the Celtic music. For the first time since playing at a festival she actually took the time with Clay to explore. Checking out the jewelry and clothing as well as the food. In spite of her having a roommate they made time to be together and now even spend time at Clay’s home.

It’s not long after this that Clay and the guys find Christine on the fringes of their investigation. It really was just a coincidence until it’s not.

I think this is my favorite in the series so far. The investigation heats up as does Christina and Clay’s relationship. There’s many twists and turns, plenty of suspense and a bit of hold your breath action as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love to hear from readers, so please email me!

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Shielding Riley – Delta Team Two Book 5 by Susan Stoker

Shielding Riley
Delta Team Two Book 5
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Susan Stoker


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Porter “Oz” Reed knows as well as anyone the damage words can do. So while he’s not looking for a relationship, he has no problem standing outside his apartment looking intimidating as his sweet neighbor finally kicks her verbally abusive ex to the curb. Just in case. But it’s Oz who’s punched in the gut when, at that precise moment, his ten-year-old nephew Logan is dropped on his doorstep.

After finally ditching her ex, Riley Rogers is ready for a break from men. But her plan to stay single takes an immediate hit when Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome from next door comes knocking, panicked at the prospect of caring for a nephew he never even knew existed. Riley’s only too happy to help. After all, Porter had her back when she needed him. And she feels a kinship with Logan…whose story hits a little too close to Riley’s own.

As they team up to make Logan feel safe in his new environment, Riley and Oz quickly fall hard for the boy, and each other. But they’ve barely adapted to their altered lives when Logan shares a secret that changes everything—again.

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At the end of Shielding Aspen we saw when Riley kicked out Miles and Child Protection Agency brought his nephew Logan to Oz’s door. Oz was making sure Riley was okay after Miles left, when his life changed forever.
It’s been hours and conversation with Logan was stilted and uncomfortable, but now the boy was sleeping and Oz is panicking. He has next to nothing in his pantry and definitely no breakfast foods. He hears the TV in Riley’s apartment and hopes she’ll have ideas as he leaves Logan’s bedroom door open and the apartment’s while he knocks on her door.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Tiptoeing to the door so she could look through the peephole to see who was knocking at this hour of the night, Riley was shocked to see her neighbor, the gorgeous Porter Reed, standing on the other side. He looked agitated and kept glancing back down the hall toward his apartment.

Without thought, Riley took the chain off and unlocked the deadbolt before opening the door.

“What’s wrong?” she asked without preamble.

“I… What do boys eat for breakfast?” Porter blurted.

Riley blinked. “What?”

“I…uh…you saw that I just got custody of my nephew. He’s sleeping—I’ve got the bedroom door open, and the one to the apartment, so I haven’t left him alone—but I got to thinking about the morning, and he didn’t want anything to eat tonight, but I have no idea what he’s going to want for breakfast in the morning.”

“What do you eat?” Riley asked.

“Um…a protein shake, usually,” he said sheepishly.

Riley couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in disgust.

“I know. I figured he wouldn’t want that, but I don’t know what he would want.”

“Do you want to come in?” Riley asked.

“Thanks, but I can’t. I need to watch my apartment and listen in case Logan wakes up.”

That’s right, he’d said that, but Riley was completely thrown by him showing up at her door and asking such an easy question. “Right, sorry. Um…let’s see…cereal, Pop-Tarts, pancakes, maybe scrambled eggs, granola bars…he looks like he’s probably not all that picky.”

But instead of her words making her neighbor feel better, they seemed to stress him out all the more.

“Shit,” he said under his breath. “I don’t have any of that. Not even eggs. I need to go to the store—fuck, I can’t go to the store with him in the apartment! I can’t leave him alone. Should I wake him up and take him with me? I really don’t want to. I’m not sure the kid even likes me. He’d probably like me less if I woke him up in the middle of the night to go to the freaking store. Damn it.”

Riley’s heart melted for the man. It was obvious he wanted to do the right thing for his nephew, but had no idea what that was at the moment. “Wait here,” she ordered.

She hadn’t meant to sound so abrupt, but instead of getting upset with her—or telling her to shut the fuck up and not tell him what to do, which is what Miles would’ve said—he merely nodded. His lips were pressed together in agitation and his forehead was furrowed with stress lines.

Riley left her door standing open and she walked quickly back inside her apartment. She headed for the kitchen and grabbed one of the reusable grocery bags she kept handy for trips to the store. Opening her pantry, she filled the bag halfway with odds and ends that she thought a kid might enjoy. Luckily, Riley wasn’t a health nut, so she had plenty to choose from.

Then she opened her fridge and threw in the carton of eggs, which had six left, a half-eaten container of cream cheese and the half-gallon jug of milk, which had just enough left in it for a bowl of cereal. She grabbed the package of bagels from her counter, and the three-fourths-full box of Froot Loops.

At the last minute, she threw in two bananas and three apples. The bag was overflowing by the time she was done, and Riley worried that she might’ve gone overboard, but decided the man and boy next door needed this food more than she did, and she wanted them to have plenty of options.

She rushed back to her door, hoping Porter hadn’t left. He was still there, standing with his back against the wall across from her apartment. He didn’t look any less stressed; if anything, he looked more concerned.

“Here,” she said, holding the bag out to him.

But instead of reaching for it, Porter just stared at it in confusion. “What’s that?”

“Breakfast stuff,” she said. “It’s all been opened, sorry, but I had several things that I’m sure your nephew will eat. You can find out in the morning what he prefers. I threw in some granola bars—the soft kind, the hard ones are disgusting—eggs, bagels, cream cheese, cereal, cheese sticks, some fruit, and peanut butter, just in case nothing else appeals to him. All kids eat PB&J sandwiches, I think. There’s also some other junk in there—don’t judge, I have a sweet tooth.”

“I can’t take that,” Porter said, still not reaching for the bag.

“Why not?”

“Because, it’s your food.”

“Porter, it’s fine. I’m not wasting away, as you can probably see.”

He frowned at that. “There’s nothing wrong with your size,” he told her.

Riley wanted to bask in his approval, which was ridiculous, but she couldn’t remember the last time Miles had complimented her. “Uh-huh. Anyway, I’ve got plenty of food. This should tide you over until you can talk to your nephew and find out what he likes to eat. I’m assuming you’re going to get him enrolled in school, and you’ll need to figure out if he wants to eat the school lunches or if he wants to pack his own, so you’ll need lunch food as well. And dinner stuff. Chicken fingers, hamburgers, pasta, that sort of thing. Most kids eat a ton, so I’m sure this won’t last long.”

The more she spoke, the more the rattled look in Porter’s eyes increased. Riley realized she was freaking him out.

Taking a chance, she stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. “Porter?”

He blinked. Then said, “No one calls me that.”

“Oh, um…sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. How did you even know that was my name?”

“Your mail was delivered to my mailbox once. I’m sorry, I can call you by your nickname…Oz, right?”

“I kinda like you calling me Porter,” he admitted.

“Okay,” Riley said. She couldn’t be imagining an attraction between them…could she? Now wasn’t the time or the place, but she couldn’t help liking how his entire attention was on her when she spoke. He wasn’t looking down at a phone, wasn’t checking out her boobs, wasn’t looking past her at her TV, which was on low inside her apartment.

His eyes flicked down to the bag she was still holding then back up to her face. “I really shouldn’t take your food.”

“It’s fine,” Riley insisted, holding the bag out once more.

“I feel horrible about it.”

“Don’t. It’ll give me a reason to get out of my apartment tomorrow,” Riley said. “I’m only sorry I don’t have any doughnuts or cinnamon rolls. I’m sure your nephew would love those.”

“Logan. His name is Logan. And he’s ten.”

Riley smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief when Porter reached for the bag of food she’d collected.

“I’m really sorry for bothering you. I panicked,” Porter admitted a little sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you did. I work from home, so I’m pretty much always here. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to come over. I can also give you my number so you can text if you want.
Stoker, Susan. Shielding Riley (Delta Team Two Book 5). Kindle Locations.(215-267). Stoker Aces Production, LLC. Kindle Edition.

To say Oz was a bit overwhelmed at first is an understatement, but he quickly got it together and with Riley getting him off the bus and hanging with him after school things fell into an easy pattern.

We get to see even more how the guys on the team are more like family with gatherings and including Logan in things when they can. Trigger and Gillian readily agree to be part of his family care plan while deployed and guardian if something should happen to him. All the others agreed to be backup. That right there is awesome!

The first deployment was rough on all of them and Gillian actually brought Logan to Riley so he could stay at Oz’s. Logan’s having problems and he’s also got a secret he’s not sharing.

Of course you know Riley’s ex is gonna show up again, boy does he.

Riley and Oz have an unusual courtship but they truly bond as friends then into a sizzling relationship.

Laughter, oh so many tears, with surprises both good and bad that combine into this page-turning read.

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

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Tennessee where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, Indiana, and Tennessee. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

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Bucked – The Invincibles Book 6 by Heather Slade

The Invincibles Book 6
Heather Slade


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She’s a city slicker. He’s a cowboy to the core.
Together, opposites may attract but, will sparks fly.


Getting called back to the ranch
After my dad dies,
I know I have my work cut out for me.

As a CIA operative,
I can juggle it all.
Always have.
Always will.

But when she needs my help,
I can’t possibly refuse.
After all, she’s the sexiest city slicker
This BUCK has ever seen.


My heart and soul are in the city.
The last place I ever saw myself was on a ranch,
Getting filthy,
And smelling like a barn all day.

But I need his help,
And he needs mine,
Whether he realizes it or not.

And for him,
The most rugged and irresistible man I’ve ever known,
I can make this sacrifice.
After all, this city filly could use a BUCK of her own.

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If you’ve been reading this series, you will remember that Stella professed her love for Cope and Buck his for Ali. They realized that nothing could ever be between them as Ali and Cope’s love is very obviously the kind that lasts forever. This book begins at Ali and Cope’s wedding, Buck and Stella attend together and as we listen to their thoughts we find they are really interested in each other not the couple getting married.

Unfortunately Buck gets called away from the wedding, leaving Stella only saying it was a family emergency. It’s Cope who puts it together telling her his father must have died. Stella accepts Rock escorting her home knowing she had a bit too much to drink.

A phone call with her Pulitzer prize winning Aunt Barb sets Stella on edge, really not wanting to talk about whether or not she was looking into the the things she sent her.

Buck’s brother Porter meets him at the airport surprising him. He expected to get a hotel and drive to the ranch in the morning. It’s after the funeral and at the reading of his father’s will that Buck gets mad. When he left the ranch years ago his father told him never to come back that he’d written him off. Instead he left the ranch to him with the stipulation he can’t step foot off it for more than 48 hours for a year, or the whole thing would be sold and the money from the sale given to charity. Meaning his siblings would lose everything.

While all that is going on Stella’s aunt and her companion are murdered. Now Stella has face that the warnings her aunt was giving her had come to fruition. Well Stella’s still alive but now she would be in danger. Rock calls Buck the minute he hears Stella found her aunt and companion dead. He leaves the ranch to be at her side assuring his siblings he’d be back before the 48 hours were up.

Decker, Irish and Rock along with Buck take charge of keeping Stella safe. The best way to do that is to get her out of town, quickly and quietly. The best place to go, Buck’s ranch.

This is a favorite scene as they arrive.

The rest of the flight was bumpy enough that the pilot suggested everyone stay put with our seat belts fastened. When I felt Stella tense beside me, I slid my hand into hers.

She looked down when I wove our fingers together. “What are you doing?”

“I’m holdin’ your hand, Stella.”


I angled my head so I could look into her eyes. “I’ve waited a damn long time to be able to.”

She looked away, but she left her hand where it was.

“It’s so beautiful,” she commented on the drive from the Gunnison airfield into Crested Butte. It was a typical “Bluebird” day in the state that boasted more than three hundred days of sunshine a year.

“It’s the next right,” I told Rock after we’d driven past the entrance to the Flying R on the left. The road that led to the Roaring Fork went through a gated golf course community, something my father had tried to stop from being developed by bidding on the land himself. That he had been outbid at the last minute by a developer out of Texas was something that ate away at him for the rest of his life.

The road narrowed and went between two large red-rock formations surrounded by aspens. Just beyond that, was the ranch’s main gate. As the road curved around, the first structures we came to were the original barn and farmhouse. The house hadn’t been lived in during my lifetime, and the barn was only used for overflow hay storage, but both had always been my two favorite buildings on the property. There was a time I’d thought about restoring them and living in the farmhouse.

My father shot that idea down in the same way he had most ideas my brothers and I had. My mother was still alive at the time and ran interference when the old man threatened to tear them down. She’d issued her own threat, telling him that if he tried, she’d see to it that they were declared historic landmarks.

I shook my head and laughed at how she’d always been the only one not intimidated by him.

“What are you thinking about?” Stella asked.

“Ancient history,” I mumbled.

The road came to a three-prong fork. “That way will be where we set up the dude ranch,” I said, pointing to the far left. “The middle goes to the main ranch house and to the three refurbished cabins. Stock contracting will be to the far right.”

“Nice of the geography to play along,” said Rock, looking over at Decker.

“It does make our job easier.”

Ten minutes later, we came to a crest and the wide expanse of our ranch opened up before us. Stella gasped. Even I had to admit, on a day like today, it was breathtaking.

Rock looked over his shoulder at me. “How did you ever leave this place?”

“It wasn’t the place; it was the people. One person in particular.”

Stella’s eyes met mine, and in them, I could see the questions I’d tried to avoid when I didn’t tell her about my father being ill.

Two SUVs, identical to the one we were riding in, were parked in front of the house. “Is that your crew?” I asked Decker when we exited our vehicle and walked toward the house.

“Affirmative,” he muttered, looking at something on his phone. “How many cabins did you say were on the river? Three?”

“That’s right.”

I led him, Rock, Irish, and Stella into the house, shocked at how quiet it was. “Hello?” I called out.

“Hey, Buck,” said my sister, coming around the corner. I stepped forward and hugged her. “Where is everybody?”

“Out surveying.” Flynn turned and looked directly at Irish. “Who are you?”

He stepped forward and extended his hand. “Paxon Warrick.”

“Flynn Wheaton.”

“Great name,” said Irish.

“Yours too.”

I suddenly felt like the rest of us in the room were invisible. I tapped Flynn on the shoulder. “Hey, sis, I’d like you to meet my friend, Stella. Stella, this is Flynn.”

The two women shook hands.

“And this is Decker Ashford and Rock Johnson.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Flynn was polite, shaking the hands of both men. However, I caught her looking over her shoulder at Irish more than once. And Irish? He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.

“Stella and Irish… err… Paxon are going to be spending some time here on the ranch.”

“You may have one other joining you,” I heard Decker say to Stella.

“Who?” she asked with scrunched eyes.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Whatever he said made her eyes open wide. “No!”

“I’m going to head out and see if I can meet up with my crew,” said Deck. He tipped his hat to my sister. “It was nice to meet you, Flynn.”

“What was that all about?” I asked Stella once he was gone.


“What about her?”

“She may be staying here too.”
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Things start getting more convoluted as it becomes obvious Ali would be joining them on the ranch. Since Stella and Ali are writing the book about Fisk together, it makes sense that she would be in danger too.

There’s much they need to put together, including the story that ruined Stella’s aunt’s career. Somewhere there had to be a connection between Fisk and her aunt’s investigation of Kerr. The evidence in a safety deposit box somewhere all Stella has is the key. That’s not going to help anything.

This book has plenty of suspense and intrigue as Buck and Stella delve into a very serious and steamy relationship.

I can’t wait for the next book ‘Irished’, especially with the glimpses we’ve gotten of Buck’s sister Flynn and Irish together.

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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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Weakened Mountains – Artemis University Book 4 By Erin R. Flynn

Weakened Mountains
Artemis University Book 4
Erin R. Flynn


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My name is Tamsin Vale, and I survived my first semester at Artemis University… And several Biblical plagues. Of all the things I’d been expecting, plagues weren’t one of them. We still don’t know who the culprit was or if it was simply a prank, so there’s possibly another threat out there against me.

Add it to the list.

Unfortunately, that damn list is getting long.

But despite all of that, I think I’m getting the hang of this college thing. I like my classes, I’m doing well in them, and I’m making progress on also finishing high school. I have some normal in my completely crazy life with friends, a boyfriend, and typical worries someone my age should have.

Granted, I’m still sleeping with my professor and a dragon prince, while trying to save all fairies, fair folk, and Faerie, but also help my friends and women in an extremely sexist society that treats them like property and fight the corruption of the councils. That should be enough to keep a woman busy for the rest of her life.

It should have been… Except there’s a serious problem the dragons are facing, and they need my help. The lives of millions are at stake, so as much as I want to only focus on my people and my problems, they might have to wait a little bit longer.
This will definitely end with more threats against me.

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To say that Tamsin’s plate is full to overflowing is an understatement. She’s one person and she’s trying to right so many wrongs.

The latest developments, Tamsin can up the value of basic crystals to a level of seven, totally unheard of but when she’s really happy it happens. The other big one is heartbreaking, Darby and Tamsin were taking their relationship to the next level when she allowed him to drink from her. Big mistake and one she had no clue about. The people who should have been protecting her and him failed miserably to prevent poor Darby from going into bloodlust.

In this book, Tamsin once again let’s those people have it in spades. She’s more than just a little angry that no one told her vamps can’t have fairy blood and wants to know everything that could be adverse and/or out her.

Now with the plans for a women’s shelter, they are in a position to find those who are a danger to her. This leads to some surprising or rather not so surprising arrests.

Things get even weirder and then dangerous with Mason, the bear shifter who runs with Tamsin. He’s always been a bit of a stalker but this goes way over that line.

I love the Harry Potter references and her English assignment is really fun and leads to an interesting invention. Her mental shielding class was a bit of a surprise though as Hudson was in it. He’s a senior and this is a freshman class. Seems like Professor Koch was a bit lacking in his teaching methods and yes Tamsin calls him on it and gets him to make a deal. If she improves Hudson’s shields in one class he resigns.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Damn, he was pretty fucking literal. “Right, yeah, you literal stubborn dragon.” Oh, that was the answer. “Fine, no pressing, but we’re going to heat it. Let River use his fire to heat it as that’s how acrylic and plexiglass is made or whatever. Heat it up and let it melt into that thick, sturdy plexiglass dome.”

“Got it,” he agreed after a few moments.

I saw in his mind he did. I squeezed his hands and opened my eyes, smiling at him. “Good job.”

“What next?”

“Take a break,” I chuckled.

His eyes snapped open and he frowned. “But we have to make progress.”

“Hudson, you just did.” I gave him a soft smile. “You have a mental shield on right now. That’s way more than the fisherman’s net he had you picturing. We’ll build on it later but that’s amazing progress and fast. You’re really smart and—”

He pulled on my hands and leaned in, kissing me full on the lips… In front of everyone. I didn’t remember that fact for a moment and didn’t stop him at first. Then I let go of his hands and pushed him away, nervously chuckling.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, you pushy dragon. You better also explain that to my boyfriend.”

He winced, seeming to remember the others as well. “I will. Sorry, I’ve just been so…”

“I know, but it was the teacher, not you. You were really easy to work with if someone bothered guiding you.” I glanced over my shoulder and smirked at Koch. “Go ahead and see if I got anywhere with him or if you can keep bullying him. Remember that I can hear if you’re lying as you think you’re so fucking good and you don’t even know how to block your thoughts from a telepath.”

“Tamsin,” Hudson hissed.

“No, let him try,” I pushed. “Let him see what I could do in one class whereas he just wanted to bully you and lecture me that I was just garbage that didn’t know your supe ways.” I pushed to my feet and fisted my hands, getting angry all over again. “I get it, you were bullied as a student by dragons. Hey, Hudson wasn’t alive then, you jerk.

“You had every chance to be the bigger person and move past that, but you’re a sick and twisted fuck who knows saying ‘penetrated’ makes the women uncomfortable and you get off on rooting through their minds to learn about their sex lives. That’s not education, that’s violating them mentally. You’re full of it that others have learned from you.

“I would bet others cheat with charms or hire outside help after one round with you. But you’re so awesome then have a go with me.” I took a threatening step towards him. “Because I have two shields. One mental shield and another keeping my thoughts in, which you do not as I can read your thoughts. That’s not invasive. You should not be looking down at anyone when you don’t even know that.”

“I agree,” Headmaster Edelman said from behind me.

“I tried to warn you,” Hudson grumbled when I flinched.

I slowly turned and glanced over my shoulder, seeing it wasn’t just Edelman but several other deans standing in the doorway. “You said I couldn’t punch anyone for their thoughts, but you didn’t say I couldn’t trick them into making deals to resign when their thoughts are I’m an easy lay and how much he’ll enjoy seeing my escapades and whacking off to them later.”

“Oh dear gods,” Professor White muttered, looking slightly pale at that. “You breeched his mental shields?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know how to do that.”

She gave a slow nod. “You said he doesn’t protect against a telepath. He can’t block you.”

“Right, but it’s not…” I sighed, trying to think of how to explain it.

“Let’s table that for the moment,” Edelman interjected. “Koch, you made a deal with these witnesses?”

“It was a joke,” he lied, flinching when Hudson growled.

“Mr. Vogel, what happened here?” Edelman asked. His eyes couldn’t hide his shock when Hudson answered, and I went to battle for the dragon prince so fiercely.

Yeah, well, I would have even if I hadn’t been worried people would learn we were sleeping together. Hudson didn’t deserve to be treated that way.

“Koch, my office. White, if you would supervise as Ms. Vale finished her teaching of class,” Edelman said, shooting me an amused look before giving Koch a wave to follow… And he might lose his head if he didn’t.

Wait, teaching class? Shit.
Flynn, Erin R. Weakened Mountains (Artemis University Book 4). Kindle Locations (2062-2110). Supernatural Script, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

Once again there is much to keep up with in this book, Tamsin is again surprised by a meeting, well a dinner with dragon royalty. She does have plenty of backup with her though and also Hudson’s aunt who is also a telepath. The dragons have a problem they need help with and Tamsin and her ability to charge up crystals is the answer.

There are also some very interesting interactions with the Rothchild’s and Mel, one I really didn’t expect.

I am really enjoying Tamsin’s journey as she discovers more about herself and helping so many along the way.

I am getting ready to start the next book, I really need to know what happens next.

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Erin is a born Chicagoan who decided to state hop a bit, given she works from home. She currently resides in Georgia with her pup, Lord Vader Flynn. With an eclectic and addictive personality, there isn’t much that doesn’t interest her or she won’t pour herself into if it catches her fancy. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.

To date, she has published more paranormal books than she can keep up with the characters for, in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes.

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