Caleb – The K9 Files Book 11 by Dale Mayer

The K9 Files Book 11
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


For Caleb, returning to his hometown for his brother’s wedding should have been cause for a wonderful celebration. However, since his brother is marrying Caleb’s ex-wife, Caleb doesn’t want to go anywhere near the event. Yet Caleb returns, as his best friend, Laysha, is in the same town, and they are overdue a reunion. Plus Caleb’s been asked to look into a War Dog adopted out but now missing.

Having Caleb back in town, at her house even, Laysha couldn’t be happier, all the while knowing Caleb still had issues with his ex-wife. When Caleb and Laysha take a trip to the last known residence where the War Dog had been and instead find a human corpse, life takes a dark turn.

Even worse, they are seen at the house and have both become targets … in a game Caleb has to win or will lose everything that’s important in his life.

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The next war dog to be located is Beowulf, he was adopted by a couple who resided near the Mexican border in El Paso, Texas. Caleb immediately volunteers to go find him, he has reason to go to El Paso. His brother is getting married, although Caleb has a problem with the bride, she’s his ex-wife. He does have a place to stay, a large private place owned by his best friend Laysha.

Laysha shares some information with him that she figures he should know before he sees his brother, it seems that the baby Sarah lost while married to Caleb was actually his brother’s. This is not something to easily let go although it’s been years.

I loved the reunion between Caleb and Laysha’s dogs, especially the oldest one Graynor. You can tell the rapport Caleb has with animals with every reaction. This makes me very hopeful for when he finds Beowulf.

Caleb does get a rental from town, even though Laysha has offered to drive him around. He needs to check out the property where the adopting couple lived. Apparently they’ve moved away and the property is vacant. What they find is a surprise and gruesome.

With the authorities in charge of the scene, Caleb and Laysha take at look at the rest of the property, assuring the detective they would let him know if they find anything.

Caleb is also helping Laysha with some of the renovations she’s working on, including the refinishing the upstairs floors, quite the project for one person but goes so much faster and easier with two. They are both very aware that they are sleeping not far from each other, wondering why they never got together other than friends.

The wedding is looming but Caleb still needs to find Beowulf so he returns to the property to follow some vague hair clues. The trail leads him to a small town across the Mexican border. He visits a cantina and leaves the proprietor with a way to reach him if anyone can give him information about the dog. It’s after this visit that things become interesting.

Jackson has been in contact with Laysha, but he really needs to be talking to his brother not her. Once Caleb arrives back there is much discussion and finally as she works on the floors Caleb gets lunch together.

This is a favorite and a rather harrowing scene.

“So I understand that you got in the middle of something that was their problem, and they shouldn’t have involved you, and that’s what they should be apologizing for. She was carrying his baby, and she was pining for him the whole time, but she married you and duped you into thinking that she cared about you. And he duped you into thinking he didn’t give a shit about her.”

“Great, so I’m just a big dupe, is that it?” He glared at her.

“There’s no sugarcoating it,” she said. “It sucks all the way around. But you also weren’t happily married, and you’re better off away from it all.”

“Yeah, you’re not kidding,” he said with feeling. “In the end, I could hardly even stand to be in the same room with her.”

“Exactly,” she said, “whereas they finally get a chance to heal whatever’s going on between them, and maybe your brother will have a decent life now.”

“Maybe,” he said grudgingly. “Don’t see how that’s possible with her.” He shook his head. “It still hurts.”

“Yes,” she said, “but not for the real reason. It’s not so much that your wife cheated on you but that your brother did.”

He winced at that. “No, you’re right there,” he said. “And yet, once I realized it wasn’t even my child, I wondered if it was his, but she would never tell me the truth about the father. When she got angry, then she happily told me that the baby wasn’t mine. By then, I figured it was a complete waste of time to work on the marriage because she was still seeing someone else.”

“And, as you know now, it was your brother, and she went back to him,” she said quietly. “And I’m not in any way condoning their behavior. I’m just saying you’re in a good position to stay a long way away from them.”

He looked at her, and he started to laugh. “Isn’t that the truth?” he said, shaking his head. “Damn. You know what? You just have to think about it that way, and it looks so much easier.”

“It’s not easy though,” she said. “But you know now and can move on …” And then she grinned up at him. “So why don’t you go make lemonade, while I get started on this other room.”

“Make lemonade? Pretty sure I saw a jug in the fridge.”

“Right. Well, I figured that was your kind of lemonade, premade.” She laughed at him. “Go and pour some.”

“Oh, you can’t be done that fast,” he said.

“Maybe not, but I’ll try. So get lost. Let me finish this second bedroom.” She walked into the remaining guest bedroom and immediately started painting on the finish.

“It looks phenomenal,” he said. “You’ve done so much great work here.”

“And it’s just a drop in the hat of my list of things to do here,” she said.

“Are you doing anything else for the next five years?”

She looked up at him in surprise. “No. Not really.”

“So then you’re spending it doing something that will create cherished memories and will renovate this huge beautiful heritage home,” he said. “So you can’t really argue with that.”

“I hear you.” And, with a smile on her face, she got to work. By the time he came back upstairs again, she was almost done. “I figured you had to make another batch from scratch because you took so long.”

“Ha,” he said, but he held a plate of sandwiches.

She looked at him with longing. “That’s not fair. I’m not quite done yet.”

“You got five minutes,” he said. He looked at the room she was finishing off and came closer to the doorway, and said, “It’s pretty good timing, huh?”

“Very good timing,” she said, as she sat back. “But I do want to do the hallway too.”

“That makes sense. It’s all ready to go, so you might as well,” he said. “But you can’t walk on it until the tackiness is gone.”

“Which I’m hoping will be enough to let me in tonight,” she said, “so I can get to my bedroom.”

“If not, you’ll have to climb the outer wall, using the trellises,” he teased.

“You know how that’ll end up,” she said with a laugh.

“Yep, in a bad way.” He headed back downstairs and said, “Hurry up.”

And, with a smile, she got to work. It didn’t take very long, as the hallway, although it was long, was a steady stroke back and forth, no turns, just those edges close to the wall. The rest went down very quickly. She got to the top of the stairs, cleaned up the edge, wishing she could do the stairs. Yet that would be that much more work, and they weren’t stripped properly yet. So she slowly backed down the stairs. There she quickly washed up, smiled at him, and said, “Done.”

“Okay, good. So tomorrow sand and then another coat?”

“Yep, something like that depending on the schedule.” She stood and gathered the animals into the guest bedroom downstairs. “I don’t want them bothering us while we eat. I’ll let them outside after we’re done.” Caleb nodded as they headed out to the veranda. As soon as she got out there and sat down, she remembered. “Shit, I forgot the lemonade.”

She got up, and a pop rang out. She gasped as something blasted across the side of her head, lifting her hair, and slammed into the doorframe right in front of her. She was immediately dropped to the floor, then the back door opened, and she was dragged inside. “What the hell?” she asked Caleb. “What was that?”

“Somebody just shot at us,” he snapped, looking out the window from the side.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. Then it hit her. “Oh, my God. Somebody actually shot at me.” Her hand went to her head. “Did they miss me?” she asked. “I don’t feel anything.”

“They missed,” he said. “Don’t worry. You’d notice if they hadn’t.”

“No,” she said, “not really. I could be dead.”

He looked at her, his face grim, and he nodded. “You could be right,” he said. “That was too damn close for comfort.”
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So much going on and not a whole lot of leads but when a break is found the information pans out. The circumstances under which Beowulf was found had me crying. As did they way Caleb gets him out to safety.

Lots of twists and turns, suspense, family drama, romance, sizzle and lots of dogs to love!

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

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

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

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

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Season of the Marchioness – A Historical Regency Romance by Patricia Haverton

Season of the Marchioness
A Historical Regency Romance
Patricia Haverton


She, as no other ever could,
reached every corner of his heart.

Powerful and influential Lady Harriet Windsor’s pampered life takes a turn when she becomes the guardian of her orphaned cousin.

Used to always getting her way, she comes to the jarring realization that she must now secure her young charge’s future. And she is willing to pull every string at her disposal to do just that.

Playful and flirty with a certain disregard for social etiquette, Timothy Ramsay, third son of the Marquess of Westbrook, has a reputation to match his mischievous ways. With his family unable to control him and many a respectable lady warning their daughters to stay away from him, he is a true heartbreaker. Or is he?

Unable to stay away from each other once they cross paths, Timothy’s undesirable reputation is not the only trial they must face: a bet he made to conquer the challenge that is Harriet’s heart comes to light. Thrown in the middle of a game they think they can control, they belatedly realize they focused on the king and lost sight of the most important player: the pawn.

This book opens at the acclaimed ball at Almack’s. Lord Timothy Ramsay is looking down over the spectacle with his friend Lord Curtis Sutton. Together they observe as a couple enters the room, they recognize the gentleman as His Grace, Harley Windsor, the Duke of Pickering and rightly guess the woman at his side is his sister Lady Harriet. Timothy is instantly taken by this beautiful woman and is about to go down to be formally introduced when Curtis stops him. What ensues is a bet, that Timothy won’t make Lady Harriet fall in love with him by the end of the season.

Lady Harriet while not specifically promised to anyone, is being courted by His Grace, Cecil Sydney the Duke of Redfield. That didn’t stop her from accepting a dance with Timothy or any of the others attending this ball. To Timothy however, the stakes had been raised on this game of courting. He’d like nothing better than to best the Duke.

Lord Timothy’s plotting has him at the park when Lady Harriet and her niece Miss Abbie are riding in their barouche, with the Duke escorting them on horseback. Of course he manages to seat himself in the barouche with them, much to the Duke’s chagrin.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m sorry, but I feel a little light-headed. I wish to go back home and lie down awhile.”

“Do I need to fetch a doctor, Lady Harriet?” the Duke immediately asked.

“No, that will not be necessary, Your Grace,” Harriet shook her head. “I’m just a little tired. Nothing else.”

“All right, if you are certain,” the Duke cordially answered.

“The lady is certain,” Timothy interfered, and Harriet knew that if he continued in this manner, it would not end well.

“I do not recall inquiring of you,” the Duke hissed at Timothy.

“I thought, perhaps you did not hear well, my good man,” Timothy chuckled. “After all, you are her senior by twenty years.”

“Are you trying to imply -” the Duke growled, but before he could finish his entire thought, Harriet interrupted him.

“Your Grace,” she smiled benevolently, “you are very kind to ask, and I assure you that I am perfectly fine. I do feel bad for cutting this short, and I promise a much longer outing next time, at your earliest convenience.”

The Duke seemed appeased by this sudden change of direction in which the conversation had headed. He seemed to swallow heavily, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down just once. Then, his gaze fell upon Harriet, with a half-smile.

“I shall hold you to it, Lady Harriet,” he nodded. “I am to travel to Brunswick on an urgent business matter, and I shall be away for the next three days, but after that, I would be happy to meet you.”

“Splendid,” Harriet smiled. “Then, we shall arrange something upon your return.”

Harriet turned to Timothy, expecting to give him a quick but courteous farewell, and see him on his way. However, what he said next left her completely stunned.

“Perhaps, you wouldn’t mind if I joined you and lovely Miss. Abbie for an outing in the meantime,” Timothy said casually, as if he was simply commenting on the weather today.

Harriet didn’t even know what to say to that at first. The Duke’s face reddened with rage, as his jaw squared from the pressure his teeth were putting on one another. Abbie herself was caught off guard by this, and simply gazed on, shocked, with lips parted, as if she tried to say something, but changed her mind in the last minute.

Harriet, the one who was supposed to offer a reply to that, remained stunned. Simply stunned.

“Lord Ramsay,” the Duke’s voice rose like the threatening smoke of a potentially active volcano about to erupt, “does this infer that we are rival suitors?”

Harriet and Abbie looked on in horror at what might ensue. Harriet had never witnessed a brawl between two men, and she hoped she never would. But this was dangerously close to it, even though one of the two men still appeared calm and composed. She wondered how on earth Timothy managed to succeed in this.

“In order to be able to offer a reply, I would need to get acquainted with the lady in question properly,” Timothy shrugged, as if his reply was nothing extraordinary.

Harriet felt her lips drying. The utter absurdity and rudeness of this reply did not escape anyone’s attention. She half-expected the Duke to jump down from his horse and give Timothy a piece of his mind. But the Duke remained seated on his horse, squeezing at the rein so hard that his fingers turned white.

A moment later, Harriet felt washed over by a sudden wave of laughter, but she dared not part her lips and let it out. It remained stifled inside of her.

He thinks I shall deem his playful banter scandalous. He wishes to shock me. But he doesn’t know me yet. Not one bit.

“So, what say you, Harriet?” Timothy urged, even daring to wink at Abbie. “The three of us could have so much fun.”

With a blissful smile on her face, Harriet leaned out of the carriage. Her hand gently pressed the Duke’s shoulder, in an effort to show him that a man like him had no reason to fear such a dog. Timothy was all bark, and no bite. She was almost certain of it. And that meant he would be easy to predict, easy to control, and also, easy to be amused by.

“All right then… Timothy,” she made sure to say his name slowly, accentuating every syllable. “Let us arrange an outing then.”

“Excellent!” Timothy exclaimed, bowing quickly just once, then jumping out of the carriage and right onto his horse, galloping away in mere seconds.

Harriet knew they were all stunned. In all honesty, so was she, but she also felt the promise of something new and exciting. Something she had never felt or experienced before.

What she failed to notice were the eyes that loomed over her. Menacingly. Possessively.


Patricia Haverton. Season of the Marchioness: A Historical Regency Romance Novel (Kindle Locations 427-467). Patricia Haverton.

There is much fun in every outing with Timothy as he always includes Abbie. The conversations are lively and the activities enjoyable for all.

The Duke isn’t making quite the same impression on Harriet. He seems to think she shouldn’t know anything about business and should only worry about clothes and the household. She on the other hand, has with her brother begun supporting a workhouse to ensure the people within are treated fairly and have what they need.

There’s lots of suspicions being hinted at throughout the book adding mystery to the story. Of course the road to happiness can’t be totally clear.

A very enjoyable read with just the right touch of suspense and plenty of romantic interludes.

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Born the oldest of three children, Patricia Haverton grew up believing that she’d follow in her father’s footsteps and pursue a career in science. However, her worldview changed when she decided to explore her British mother’s roots. The trip to her ancestral lands solidified her conviction that she had found her true calling in the romanticism of the Era of Kings and Queens.

A hopeless romantic and a firm believer in the idea of soulmates, Patricia changed the course of her life and decided to get her degree in Creative Writing and Psychology. As she jokingly says ever so often, “she lives in the past now, where love shows the way and Dukes save the day!”

When she’s not weaving tales of love that prevails, Patricia enjoys spending time with her husband, roaming the British countryside, where they have been living in for the past decade.

Now would be the time to let yourself go and experience the true magic of the Regency Era! Let your imagination run wild, live amazing adventures through the eyes of brave heroes! Like the legendary wise wizard, Patricia will be your guide!

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Hot SEAL, Heartbreaker – SEALs in Paradise Holiday Edition Book 1 By Cat Johnson

Hot SEAL, Heart Breaker
SEALs In Paradise
Holiday Edition Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cat Johnson


From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cat Johnson comes a fun, steamy, standalone, fake relationship love story featuring meddling friends and relatives and two frenemies with reluctant hearts and a profound hatred of all things valentine-related.

When one Navy SEAL heartbreaker gets a dose of his own medicine on Valentine’s Day, he realizes love isn’t the enemy, but he has to convince the commitment-adverse woman he’s fallen for of the same thing.

√ One match-making sister
√ One commitment-phobic woman
√ One hot SEAL heartbreaker
√ One fake relationship
√ Countless laughs

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Alicia Lopez’s married sister Jenny is an incorrigible matchmaker, unfortunately her choices are not what Alicia would choose for herself. As Jenny plans her Valentine’s party she’s once again plotting matches for Alicia. Alicia really shouldn’t be having this conversation now, since she was in McP’s Irish Pub waiting for her friend Shelly to join her for dinner and ogling the Navy personnel who frequent the place. Hoping she finally got her point across, she ends the conversation with her sister only to get a call from Shelly cancelling.

Brian ‘Heartbreaker’ Anderson was out with his team celebrating their safe return home, and one leaving the Navy. After some toasts, including one to honor Ozzie, a lost teammate, the topic turns to Valentine’s Day. The one holiday Brian hates beyond all others. He’d been eyeing the lovely brunette but with that day so close it seems wise to stay away.

Alicia is about to get her order to go when she’s approach by Andrew, a man she doesn’t want anything to do with. Her sister shouldn’t have had time to pull this off. She’s trying to get rid of him when Brian steps in to help.

This is a favorite scene.

“Come on. Let me at least walk you to your car—”

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine walking alone.”

“It’s no problem.”

Alicia could see that Andrew was one of those men who didn’t believe a woman when she said no. The kind of man she had in mind when she and Ashley took that self-defense class. Sometimes the only thing they’d listen to was a knee to the groin.

“I don’t need you to walk me,” she said with more force, hoping she didn’t have to employ any of the moves she’d learned.

“Sure, you do—”

“The lady said she wants to be left alone.” The deep, take-no-shit voice came from behind her. And from above her too.

She twisted her neck and glanced up, way up, to see who had spoken.

The sight had her eyes widening. It was the hottie from the other end of the bar. The one who’d caught her ogling him. Damn, was he tall.

She angled her body so she was between the two men. Facing neither one as they flanked her.

“Stay out of it, buddy,” Andrew said, apparently unfazed that the dark-haired stranger had a couple of inches on him. Not to mention a whole bunch of muscles. Even out of the corner of her eye, she could see that.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” The reply was as polite as if he were on a job interview.

“The lady’s with me,” Andrew said, still not backing down.

She wasn’t sure if it was hubris or stupidity that kept him there.

“Are you with him?” the tall, dark and handsome stranger asked, his copper-colored eyes focused on hers.

He’d surprised her. She wasn’t prepared to finally be included in the conversation. They’d basically been speaking over her head the whole time.

Alicia was very happy to answer the stranger’s question. “No. I’m most definitely not with him.” She shook her head.

Her self-appointed protector leveled a stare on Andrew and waited. It was the heaviest silence she’d ever felt.

Finally, Andrew read the room and took the hint that he wasn’t wanted there.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. “You know what? You can tell your sister to lose my number. I’m not interested. You’re both batshit crazy.”

With that, Andrew stomped out of McP’s, leaving Alicia to watch him go.

Heart pounding, she glanced around the room and saw all eyes on them. Great. Now she was a public spectacle.

Looking up at the man who’d come to her rescue, even though she’d never asked him to, nor had she wanted him to, she let out a sigh. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She could have handled Andrew on her own. And in a less embarrassing manner too. One that wouldn’t have all of McP’s patrons staring.

He laughed. “Uh, you’re welcome.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.” And she certainly wasn’t going to thank him for making a scene with her in the center of it.

“You might not have asked for help, but you needed it.”

“No, I did not.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I could have handled him myself. I took a class.”

“You took a class?” He snorted. “You’re what? Five-foot nothing?”

“Five two. And what’s the point?” she asked.

“The point is, he had almost a foot on you. And a good hundred pounds.”

“I wasn’t planning on wrestling him.”

He let out a short laugh. “Well, I think he had hopes of wrestling with you.”

She scowled. “That’s crude.”

“It’s the truth. Some guys don’t know how to take no for an answer. Especially when it comes to attractive women.”

He thought she was attractive—No! Focus. It didn’t matter if this stranger was a walking, talking wet dream.

She was annoyed with him and his interference, even though he had come up with the same assessment as she had regarding Andrew’s ability to hear and accept the word no.

“Do you know how to take no for an answer?” she asked him.

He smiled, and damn it took him from just plain hot to panty-melting. “Well, to be honest, I don’t hear no all that often.”
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Brian offers to buy her a drink and the conversation somehow ends up on matchmakers and Valentine’s. It’s actually Brian who comes up with a solution to both their problems, fake date. If his team believes he’s involved they’ll stop with the jokes and her sister wouldn’t be able to matchmake either.

There’s a lot of fun, laughter, plotting and some sizzle as well while Brian and Alicia get to know one another in this unusual alliance.

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

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

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Tackle – K19 Security Investigations Book 9 By Heather Slade

K19 Security Solutions
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade


She’s the only thing he can’t TACKLE


I can handle anything.
That’s why they call me “Tackle.”
Kidnappings, plane crashes, whatever life throws at me,
Nothing gets the best of me.

But Sloane is the one thing that weakens me.
I can’t resist that smile, that charm, that body.
Too bad she’s off-limits,
Or at least should be.
She’s my best friend’s kid sister,

But she’s no kid.
She’s all woman now,
And when it comes to her,
I am one weak man.


I’ve loved him since high school.
Tackle is more than my brother’s best friend,
He’s my long-time, knee-weakening crush.

After one night, I can’t possibly get enough.
But I want more than this forbidden love affair.
I want the whole nine yards.
So what’s it going to be,
My brother or me?
Can I TACKLE this man once and for all?

This book starts with a prelude to bring us up to date after the mission that ended in the plane crash. Tackle, Halo and Onyx are all alive but Onyx is in a coma the other two are getting better every day.

This story begins as Halo and Tackle head home. They are met at the airport by their parents and Halo’s sister Sloane. What everyone doesn’t know is that Tackle has been more than a little in love with Sloane since he took her to her prom. She was too young then but now maybe things can be different.

Halo decides to head to the hospital where Onyx is being taken, while Tackle decides to continue on home. First he wants some time with Sloan, and fortunately they both have the same idea. What they share is intense but instead of it becoming more, Sloan takes off. Something else happened that Tackle needs her to know but she’s blocked his number.

Sloan has much to think about and she’s sure if she gets involved with Tackle her brother will kill him. Other than that her brother also repeated a conversation he had with Tackle regarding a woman. Now as Tackle tries to help an ex-girlfriend in trouble, Sloan see it as something more.

Tackle has gotten more and more frustrated with Sloan’s avoidance of him. Things get a bit interesting when he and Halo get more than a little drunk and Halo calls Sloan for a ride.

By the end of the night, I’d had too many beers, listened to too much bullshit, but felt better than I had in months. “We should call a cab,” I said to Halo, who was just as lit as I was. “I’ll come get my car tomorrow.”

“Nah, I called Sloane.”

“Say what? You called your sister? She’s sick, asshole.”

Halo shook his head and took another swig of his beer. “She said she felt better.”

“It’s snowing, and it’s two in the morning. God, you’re a jerk.”

“What’s your problem? Have you forgotten all the other times Sloane picked us up from this very same bar?”

Had she? I guess so. Damn, I was just as much of a jerk as he was. “She know I’m with you?”

Halo looked over at me with scrunched eyes. “Who the fuck else would I be with? I’m beginning to think you got some kind of brain damage when that plane crashed.”

“I’m taking a cab.” I pulled out my phone to call one when I saw a familiar car drive up.

Sloane didn’t look at either her brother or me when we climbed in: him in the front seat, me in the back.

“Tackle said I was an asshole for calling you, sis. Forgive me?”

“If he’s as drunk as you are, I’d much rather you call me than try to drive. Then, you would be an asshole.”

My eyes met hers in the rearview, and I wished so much that we were alone and I could get her to talk to me. I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes, remembering in vivid detail— which was surprising in my inebriated state— how every inch of her body looked naked. “God, Sloane,” I groaned.

“Tackle!” I heard her yell. “Wake the hell up and get out of the car.” I raised my head and saw she was parked in front of my parents’ house.

“Sorry ’bout this,” I said, reaching over the seat to pat her shoulder. Halo was slouched up against the passenger door, mouth hanging open, and snoring. “And I’m sorry about the condom.”

“What did you say?” she asked as I was opening the door to climb out.

“I sure wish you hadn’t left that day,” I slurred, suddenly realizing I was a lot more drunk than I’d thought. I looked back over at Halo to make sure he was still asleep, and touched her neck with the tip of my finger.

When she shuddered and leaned her head against my hand, I knew she wished she hadn’t, either.

“Take him home and come back.”

She moved away from me. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“You know you want me again, Sloane. Just as much as I want you.”

She turned and looked at me over the seat. “You’re off-your-ass drunk, Tackle.”


“Get the hell out of my car.”

When she turned around to face the front again, I could see the glimmer of a smile. I moved her hair out of my way and put my lips where my fingertip had been.

“Where are we?” groaned Halo, trying to sit up.

“Unblock me,” I whispered before getting out of the car and watching her drive away.
Heather Slade. Tackle (Kindle Locations 683-711). K19 Security Solutions Book Nine.

One very important fact here, Tackle says something very important to her that she ignores, much like the blocked texts that have that information as well.

There are many ups, downs and twists in this story and plenty of sizzle too. We even get to see Halo with Tara.

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

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

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

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

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Spring Unveiled – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Seasoned SEALs Book 1 By KaLyn Cooper

Spring Unveiled
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Seasoned SEALs Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


Is a bittersweet tragedy
enough to bring exes back together?

Navy Captain Evan Hubbard returns to the West Coast to take command of Group 1 Navy SEALs at Coronado. His mission to clean up the team’s tarnished reputation. When a sex trafficking ring involving SEALs comes to light, Evan must decide who he can trust to help him clean house and restore honor and pride. Before he can get started, an unexpected phone call with his college-age daughter and his ex-wife throws his personal life into chaos.

Genevieve Hubbard has spent the last twenty-one years as a schoolteacher, nine as a single mom after her decision not to follow her husband’s career to the other side of the country. While she never stopped loving her ex-husband, she’s made a life for herself that doesn’t include him.

Their daughter has been keeping secrets—the father’s identity from Genevieve, and her pregnancy from Evan. When tragedy strikes shortly after the baby is born, Evan and Genevieve must work together to do what is best for everyone. Will they find love again, or will they lose everything that is precious to them?

Spring Unveiled is the first book in the Seasoned SEALs Series, featuring characters from Susan Stoker’s SEAL of Protection Series. 

Captain Evan Hubbard was surprised how quickly his promotion came through and the swiftness of his transport to San Diego. He’s to take command of SEAL group 1 effective immediately. There’s a lot of cleaning up to do none of which will be pleasant.

Moving back to the west coast brings back a lot of memories. His ex-wife still lives there with his daughter Kylie and he’s hoping to get close to them again.

Genevieve still lives in the house she once shared with Evan. Kylie is now living there full time having returned from college pregnant and scared. Genevieve is driving Kylie to the hospital, when Evan calls his daughter. There’s just one little thing, Kylie never told him she’s pregnant.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m ready to go,” Kylie announced as she hefted her body into the passenger seat. “The contractions are four minutes apart.”

Holy shit. This was it.

Gen inhaled the cleansing breath and exhaled slowly. “Okay, then, let’s do this.”

As she backed out of the driveway, the car indicated an incoming call. “Dad” appeared on the dashboard screen. It was Kylie’s phone that was ringing.

Fucking great.

“Did you call him and tell him you were in labor? Is he getting on a plane to come out here?” Gen didn’t like the way her daughter rolled her lips into a flat line then lifted her shoulders in a slight shrug.

“Well?” She pressed.

The phone rang again.

“Are you going to answer that?”

She heard Kylie gulp before she pressed to answer the call. When her daughter said nothing, Gen decided to take control of the situation.

“Hey, Evan, Kylie and I are in the car on the way to the hospital. Since we don’t know how long this is going to take, you’re welcome to join us there.” She wasn’t going to keep him from meeting his first granddaughter or grandson. Kylie had insisted on not knowing the sex ahead of time so Gen couldn’t even tell him which to expect.

There was a long pause of silence.

“Evan? Did we lose you?” It sounded as though he was in a car. Maybe he was on the way to the airport.

“Won’t that be a bit awkward with the baby’s father there?” His reply baffled her.

“Kylie, did you tell your dad who was the baby’s father?” Gen was instantly hurt that she wouldn’t tell her the father’s name but she’d tell her father. But if he knew, they could contact the father and let him know. Maybe he’d want to be there.

Their daughter sniffed, then broke out in tears. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

“Okay, so your dad doesn’t know who the father is either?” Gen needed to clarify this point.

Kylie shook her head. “No. I mean I didn’t tell him anything.” She wiped her eyes with a paper napkin she found in the center console. Rubbing her belly, she confessed, “He doesn’t know.”

“Oh, Jesus.” Gen stopped behind the cars at the red light. “Are you telling me your dad doesn’t even know you’re pregnant?”

Kylie shook her head and pointed to the dashboard indicating the still-active call. “He does now.”

“Evan, I was just informed that you know nothing about the pending birth of your first grandchild.”

“What-the-fuck?” His voice exploded through every speaker in her car. “Kylie is…my little girl…is pregnant?” He seemed to spit out the last word.

Their daughter arched her back and burst into tears, screaming. “It hurts.”

“Ah-he, ah-who. Breathe through the contraction like they taught you in the class. Concentrate on your breathing, not the pain.” Gen tried to keep her words calm.

“What the hell is happening? Why is she screaming?” Evan’s urgent voice wasn’t helping.

“Kylie is in labor. That’s why we’re headed to the hospital. Contractions hurt.” Like a bitch. But Gen didn’t want to encourage anymore screaming. “That’s the part of our daughter’s birth that you missed.” She was being a bitch and knew it. They’d been out somewhere in the ocean learning to deep dive when she’d gone into labor. Kylie had already been born by the time he got back to shore.

“My baby is having a baby?” Incredulity laced his quiet voice.

“Yes.” Gen didn’t know who to be angrier with, her daughter or her ex-husband. She thought he and Kylie talked regularly, like every week or two. “Obviously, you haven’t kept up with her in months.”

But he’d seen her at Thanksgiving, although she hadn’t been very pregnant at the time and probably wasn’t showing much. She could have easily hidden it by wearing a long sweater, especially since Virginia would feel chilly compared to Southern California. Gen had noticed that her daughter had put on a little weight at Christmas time, but it wasn’t until Kylie announced she was not going back to college that she realized why.

“I have.” His voice was very defensive. “We talked just a few weeks ago and she didn’t say anything about a baby.”

“I’m sorry, Dad.” Kylie blew her nose. “I knew you’d be disappointed in me and I didn’t want to tell you.”

“And you thought he’d never find out?” Gen accused. “You know better than to keep anything from your father…or me.”

“Ky, you know I love you no matter what.” He exhaled a long breath. “Vivi, what hospital are you taking her to?”

She couldn’t speak.

It was as though he’d punched her heart.

He’d called her Vivi. She hadn’t been called that name in years. The last time she’d heard it, the last time he’d set it, he’d begged her not to file divorce papers. Oh, Vivi, don’t do this to us.

All she could manage to do was stare straight ahead and mindlessly drive toward the hospital over on the mainland.

Kylie’s huge round eyes stared at her, frightened, as though she’d threatened to leave. “Mom’s a little busy driving right now. We’re headed to the Navy Medical Center in San Diego. I’m still on Tricare, your medical insurance. As long as I go to the base hospital, they’ll pay for everything.”

“That’s good, Ky. Good thinking. Where are you?” Evan’s voice was so controlled it was comforting.

Gen got her act together. “We’re about to cross the bridge.” She needed to cut her ex-husband a break.

This was all new to him. “Evan, I know I’ve had a lot longer to deal with this situation but it’s happening now.” It was a good thing Gen was used to driving in heavy traffic and knew the way to the hospital as she changed lanes on the bridge. “I don’t know if you want to fly all the way out—”

“Vivi, I’m less than ten minutes behind you.”

“You’re here?” Her daughter’s wide eyes were proof that she didn’t know, either. “How long have you been here?”

Evan chuckled. “About four hours. That’s why I was calling Kylie. I wanted to tell her the good news. I’m going to be the commanding officer of Group One. I’m here to stay for at least the next three years. Hopefully more.”

And the hits just keep on coming. “What happened to Captain Desmond?” Not that Gen, or anyone she knew, would miss the man. He was a terrible person and a terrible commander, in her opinion.

“We can talk about that later.”

That was code for either her situation or his was not operationally secure. She had a plain old cell phone through a national carrier. He probably had an encrypted phone that shot directly to a protected military satellite before it bounced down to earth.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital. I need to cancel my plans with Vice Admiral Lister.” He hung up without saying goodbye. Typical Evan.
Cooper, KaLyn; Alpha, Operation. Spring UnVeiled (Special Forces: Operation Alpha) (Seasoned Seals Book 1) (Kindle Locations 360-411). Aces Press, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Evan meets them at the hospital and helps smooth things over since everyone perked up when he walked in. Kylie hits them with a bit of a bombshell when she lets them know she’s planning on adoption. She does concede to wait twenty-four hours before finalizing anything. Both Evan and Gen are more than willing to help raise the grandchild. Then the unthinkable happens.

This is where I start crying and don’t stop for a while. Kylie’s death devastates her parents, but there’s a child who needs love and care.

Evan and Gen immediately start things in motion to get custody of their grandchild. No way would they let Ian go to a foster home. Even on bereavement leave, Evan starts things in motion to clean up his SEALs.

I found it interesting when Evan discovers who the father of his grandchild is. The circumstances of Dylan’s break up with Kylie not an uncommon thought for a SEAL.

There is so much that happens in this book, from Baby Ian, to identifying SEALs involved in shady business, to Evan and Gen falling in love again.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series, I hope the wait is not too long.

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KaLyn Cooper KaLyn Cooper

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

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

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

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Rory – Hope City Book 7 By Maryann Jordan

Hope City Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan


One city… Countless stories.

Rory McBride was a protector, but went his own way…
his brothers were detectives but he found his calling as a paramedic.
Saving lives was second nature to him…
Now if he could only save the one woman who held his interest.

Sandy Carmichael hid her secrets behind a brilliant smile and flirting…
But never let anyone close. Especially not the handsome rescuer who filled her dreams.

When secrets are exposed and danger lurks… sparks fly.

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Discharged from the Army, Rory was easily able to get his EMT license, now he’s studying for the Paramedic exam while working as an EMT/Firefighter. The favorite hangout for police and firefighters is The Celtic Cock Pub it’s here that Rory meets someone who manages to captivate him.

Sandy is Harper’s best friend, she’s soft-spoken but not shy in flirting with Rory. She’s a bit intrigued by him and surprised by her reactions.

This is a favorite scene.

Bill lifted his hand and waved toward the other end of the bar. Turning, Rory glanced toward the door, seeing two women enter, one waving back toward Bill. Both women were attractive, but only one snagged his complete attention. Her hair was pale blonde and thick as it waved over her shoulders. She was petite, on the verge of being tiny, and as the two women pushed their way through the crowd toward them, he lost sight of her.

Craning around, he finally caught sight of her blonde hair as she popped between two people, leading her friend to the bar. Up close, he realized just how petite she was. He and his siblings gained their height from their dad. The boys were all over six feet tall, and his three sisters were tall as well. Their mom was known as the short one in the family even though she was five and a half feet tall. But looking at this woman, even in her heels, she’d be much shorter than his mom.

The blonde moved directly to the bar, and he could see her hair was even longer and thicker than he imagined, pulled back away from her face and held with a clip with waves cascading far down her back. Big blue eyes, heart-shaped face, and pink-slicked lips. A fitted blue, silky blouse set off her eyes as well as showcased her breasts. It tucked into a tight black skirt that clutched her narrow waist, perfect ass, and thighs. It came to just above her knees, and while he had little knowledge of women’s clothing, he had no doubt hers was expensive. Small diamond stud earrings graced her ears, and the only other jewelry she wore was a thin gold-and-diamond bracelet around her small wrist.

He and Blay immediately slid from their stools, offering them to the women. She placed one hand on the top of the bar and a heeled shoe on the rung of the bar stool. He threw out his hand to assist. She was still looking down as she reached out, placed her hand in his, and he gave her a little boost into the seat. She crossed her shapely legs at her ankles then looked toward Torin and ordered a Lemon Drop Martini. As soon as her friend ordered a non-alcoholic drink, the blonde turned toward him. She wore makeup, but instead of looking like warpaint or attention-grabbing, it seemed to make her eyes pop and give her whole face a glow.

Her gaze held his and her eyes widened as a smile spread across her face. Not a little, polite smile, but a wide grin that beamed toward him. If ever there was a cheerleader smile, he was faced with it right now. And yet it was slightly crooked. And he loved that… a tiny imperfection in an absolutely perfect face made her all the more interesting.

Hating to stare, he forced his gaze to shift to her friend, noting her wrist was in a splint. She was beautiful as well, and yet there was something about her that gave off a sisterly vibe. Looking toward the blonde again, he knew his immediate reaction to her was anything but sisterly.

Before he had a chance to speak, she said, “Obviously, I know Bill and Blay, but you’re new.”

Her voice was soft, which struck him as incongruent. He expected a louder, more rambunctious tone or perhaps a cat-like purr. She stared straight into his eyes, something else that caught his attention. No downcast or side glances. Just straight-up interest. Strangely thrilled that she recognized he was new, he flashed his version of a white-toothed grin. “I’m Rory. Blay and I grew up together.”

“So, why am I just now meeting you?” Her blue eyes seemed to light with what he hoped was interest.

“I just got out of the Army.”

She nodded, her lips still curved. “It’s nice to meet you, Rory. I’m Sandy. And this beautiful woman with her arm in a cast is Harper.”

After greeting both women, Bill stepped in, leaning closer to Harper, giving Rory a chance to focus on Sandy. He nodded toward her drink and said, “Does that actually taste like Lemon Drop candy?”

“You’ve never had a Lemon Drop Martini?”

A chuckle erupted, and he shook his head. “’ Fraid martinis are not exactly my style, but I remember my grandmother used to keep Lemon Drop candies in a bowl on her coffee table. Probably drove my mom crazy since that bowl was within easy reach of all us kids.”

“Let me guess… you just couldn’t resist the sweet and tart, could you?”

Her eyes sparkled, and she leaned in ever so slightly. Even sitting on the barstool, she had to look up to hold his gaze. Her glossy lips were close, and his brain short-circuited as he thought about closing the distance and seeing if they tasted as good as they looked. Sucking in a deep breath, he forced his mind back to the flirting and off the kissing. “Sweet and tart… best combination. I can’t help but ask— are you anything like your drink?”

She threw her head back and laughed, and just like her smile, it caught him off guard. Her belly laugh was real, coming from deep inside. Holding his gaze again as her mirth slowed, she nodded. “I would have to say that most people who know me say I’m exactly like this drink.”
MaryAnn Jordan. Rory – ARC Copy – nor for sale or distribution: Hope City (Kindle Locations 158-195).

While they definitely have attraction, Rory has commitments and doesn’t hang around long. He does however look forward to seeing Sandy again.

The second time they meet is so much fun, trading crazy pick-up lines and getting to know each other. This night ends with a steamy kiss in the parking lot that doesn’t go unobserved. That’s when Rory makes a really big mistake, believing what others say, instead of listening to his inner conscience.

Sandy owns a somewhat successful interior decorating business. Working with corporate accounts she designs custom offices along with her team. The account they are working on could be the one to have her business soaring to new heights. However something is off and what she discovers could ruin everything.

I love meeting up with all the McBride and King family members and it was fun meeting Shania, Rory’s partner as well.

A fast-paced fun, flirty, suspenseful and scary tale with romance and eventually heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

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I have always been an avid reader. My early memories were of my mother taking me to the library and allowing me to check out as many books as I could carry. My favorite books were checked out numerous times and read over and over. I would use my Barbie dolls to play out the scenes in books (such as Nancy Drew!).

I have written as a hobby for many years (probably since childhood). I have written devotionals, autobiographical writings about having a severely handicapped, medically fragile child, about my mother’s Alzheimer’s, and other subjects that interest me.

I joke that I “cut my romance teeth” on the old historical romance books. In 2013, I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers. In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and was involved in education for the past 30 years, until retiring in 2015. I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 35 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters. When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!

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Forbidden Sugar – Forbidden Book 8 By Carmen Falcone

Forbidden Sugar
Forbidden Book 8
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carmen Falcone


Sam Matthews wants to convince his recently divorced best friend Michael to enjoy his new life as a single man. After all, at forty-five, Sam is at his prime—incredibly successful, fit and a lady’s man through and through. Who needs to mope over being single? To help Michael to get over his divorce, Sam secretly hires an escort from a known sugar daddy agency. When he goes to meet the woman he picked, he’s disturbingly surprised—the woman is Michael’s daughter Ella!

Ella Curtis always lusted over her father’s best friend. When her roommate is about to go on a date with him via a website, Ella makes a bold move and goes in her place. Sam would never in a million of years look at her that way, but she has looked at him that way for quite a few years. And now, at twenty-two, it’s the time to act on it. They’ll be great together… whether he knows it or not.

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Sam thinks his best friend Michael needs to start dating, he decides to arrange drinks and a bit more. His intent is to introduce him to a young woman from Sugar Pie, a daddy agency app. The intent of the app is companionship not sex, but the outcome of a date up to the woman.

When Ella’s roommate shows her the man who shows up in her feed for Sugar Pie, she knows right away she’s going to substitute. She’s been half in love with her father’s bestfriend Sam forever and she’s not missing her chance.

Of course Sam has no idea when he sees her, she’s pretty much the exact opposite of her roommate. I have to say it was a pretty funny and interesting encounter especially once Ella’s father shows up. Her plan squelched she goes for plan b. Finagling an interview with him at one of his gyms for her business class would work just fine.

It’s at that interview that things heat up and then becomes sort of a quid pro quo. Ella and Sam will surely have your kindle smoldering with their mutual attraction. Definitely forbidden, fun and sizzling hot!

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Carmen Falcone

Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beat doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband–living proof that opposites attract.

She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.

She loves to procrastinate, so please indulge her and drop her a line. For more info, visit her website.

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Cain’s Cross – Bullard’s Battle Book 2 By Dale Mayer

Cain’s Cross
Bullard’s Battle Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Cain—hearing a killer’s last words, “You’re next,”—knows his time is running out, not only for him but for his entire team. As members of his team search for the still missing Bullard in the ocean, Cain has focused on tracking the killer’s history, hopefully to lead to the madman after them all. A trip to Sicily brings more information to light but also more puzzles to sort out. And an unexpected light in Cain’s life.

When Petra picks up the two men at the airport, she has no idea how fast her personal life is about to unravel. Not only do these men bring up old terrible memories but they also shine a light on an ugly corner of town. People she avoids at all costs.

Still she can’t afford to dwell on the past, as her present blows up. With Cain and Eton at her side, they’re all trying to stay alive, as the bodies drop around them.

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Bullard is still missing and his whole team plus Ice and Levi are still looking. From the last events at the museum, the information found on one of the goons with Green leads to Sicily so that’s where Cain and Eton go.

Instead of being met by Pedro, they are met by Petra. She informs them that she is the niece of the proprietors of the B&B where they will be staying.

Since they arrived late they are invited to join the family for dinner. There’s quite a bit of hostility here especially with Petra’s aunt. They gain some information at that time, but decide to take a walk around town before dark.

This is a favorite scene.

Getting out of her car, Petra grabbed her purse and her sweater and headed to her door. Her neighbor’s dog greeted her. Chico often waited for her to come home so he could get extra cuddles. After sharing a big hug and a kiss, she walked over and checked to make sure the dog had food and fresh water on his porch.

“You’ve got both. Now it’s my turn. I’m going inside and getting food and a hot cup of tea.” She gave him an extra cuddle then walked inside her place. Next she put on the teakettle and opened the back door, so she could sit outside with her tea.

“It was a crazy day and a crazy evening,” she muttered to herself. Going through everything she had in the cupboards, she pulled out a cookie from a package, and, with a fresh cup of tea, walked outside to the backyard.

She sat for a long moment, enjoying the sunshine. When she heard a “Hello,” she immediately recognized the voice and knew it was Cain, the one who sat in the front passenger seat in her car on the ride from the airport.

“Hello,” she called back.

Cain and Eton appeared in her backyard. Cain explained, “We have a few questions.”

“Why ask me?” she asked. “What information could I possibly have for you?”

“Well, I guess it depends on your relationship with the family. But we wanted to take a look at the house you were telling us about. The big fancy one, whose father lost the one son and has two others, but one was missing.”

She laughed. “Missing? Is that what you call it?” she said. “That no-good son of a bitch probably ran off.”

“You feel rather strongly about that. Why?” Cain asked.

“Because he more or less ruined my sister before he left,” she said tiredly. “Well, he or his brother Tristan anyway. Both of them for all I know. But she got pregnant, possibly had an abortion, which got ugly between us. She was acting pretty irresponsibly and was always a little standoffish afterward. One day I came home to find she’d packed up and left. There was a note, saying she needed time. She just took off, and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Ouch,” he said. Eton nodded solemnly. “How long ago was that?”

“About eighteen months, I think,” she said. “It’s hard to pin it down. It was around the same time as my father’s accident. I wondered if it all didn’t happen at the same time.”


“When he had the accident, there was no reason for him to be driving. There was no reason for him to be out anywhere, unless he was taking my sister somewhere,” she said. “So I’ve always wondered about it.”

“That would be tough,” he said, “losing them both at the same time. I’m sorry. That just makes it even worse.”

“No need for it to be worse,” she said, fatigue heavy in her voice. “As you can tell, it’s not a great scenario at my aunt and uncle’s either.”

“No,” he said. “It sounds like everybody’s having a rough go of it.”

“Absolutely,” she said. “It is what it is, but I don’t understand why you’re so interested in all this.” She looked from Cain, who was doing all the talking, to Eton, who remained silent this whole time but fully aware.

“Because it’s an oddity,” Cain said cheerfully. “Just blatant curiosity really. Chalk it up to ignorant Americans.”

She laughed. “I highly doubt that,” she said. “I don’t think you do anything without good reason.”

He looked at her in surprise.

She shook her head. “No, don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You guys are guys on a mission.”

At that, they both stopped and studied her. “And why do you say that?”

“You’re not tourists,” she said. “Not even part-time. You obviously came here for a reason, but I just haven’t figured out what it is yet.”

Cain gave her a half smile and said, “Well, maybe we’ll check out the father’s house, and we’ll see for ourselves.”

She hesitated, then said, “I’ll come with you.” She walked down the front pathway, opened the small gate, and let herself out.

“Is there a reason why you’d join us?”

“Because his father has always been a crazy-ass son of a bitch,” she said. “After losing the one son, he got even worse. Drinking more and more.”

“Of course,” Cain said, “but how crazy?”

“Gun-shooting crazy,” she said briefly. “And, if he doesn’t know who you are, he’ll probably shoot you without asking questions.”

“Nice town,” Cain said.

She looked at him, shook her head, and said, “No, it’s not. Not at all.”

“Why do you stay?”

She shot him a hard look. “So that my sister has someone to come home to. Besides, I can’t just walk away from my father.”

“You’d make better money elsewhere.”

“No doubt,” she said, “I would. And I’ll get there one day. But, in the meantime, my father is like a living ghost, and my sister has left home for God-knows-where. The only family I have left are my aunt and uncle.”

“And they’d be lost, if you didn’t continue to pay for your father’s care.”

“Exactly,” she said. “So I’m kind of stuck, just waiting for somebody to crack open this stalemate that my life has become.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Cain muttered. “Sometimes what we think we want isn’t really so, and we don’t figure that out until after the fact.”

She looked at him, gave a hard laugh, and said, “What I can tell you is that something has been going on in this town for a long time, and that means I’m a big part of it, whether I want to be or not.”

He stared at her for a moment, gave a clipped nod, and said, “Good. I want to see him then.”

She shook her head at him, in shock. “Didn’t you just hear me?”

“Oh, I heard you,” he said, “but it could be exactly what we’re looking for.”
Dale Mayer. Cain’s Cross (Kindle Locations 388-437). Valley Publishing.

Things get more intense with every page, starting with a body and progressing to more, bodies that is.

Petra is smack in the middle of all of this as are her aunt and uncle. In what capacity she and the guys aren’t sure yet. The verbal sparring between Petra and Cain is fun, informative and leads to all sorts of interesting conclusions.

Cain and Petra have quite the chemistry but it takes a while for them to figure it out.

Suspense, intrigue, surprises and some sizzle as Cain and Eton get just a bit closer to who is after them all.

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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Show-Off in Spurs – Crossroads Book 5 by Em Petrova

Show-Off In Spurs
Crossroads Book 5
Em Petrova


Sometimes attraction isn’t enough…
but it might be a start.

Ranch hand Theo Sutton is a disappointment to his family for dropping out of college, but he’s determined not to let down his bosses on the Bellamy Ranch. That’s why he covers for the runaway kid who keeps making trouble for him. Proving himself never seemed so important, especially when it comes to the beautiful newcomer to their small town. She only wants Theo to warm her bed once in a while, but every encounter with her leaves him wanting more.

A young widow like Sadie James can’t be too careful with her heart. The last thing she needs is another daredevil man who ends up leaving her. Besides, she’s too focused on getting a fresh start in Crossroads and building her fixer upper consulting business. But she can’t seem to stay away from Theo—or out of the back of his truck or the nearest hay bale.

To Theo’s mind, three people who need love are already a family, but the runaway boy is too stubborn and he’s starting to think Sadie is irreparably damaged. When love overrides loss and they all face a crossroads in life, decisions must be made that could leave them all devastated…or give them the happily ever after they all deserve.

Sadie James is the widow of a champion bull rider. She’s come to Crossroads to start a new life away from all the memories. She has friends here that will support her if she needs it. After a day of checking out properties she’s ready to relax a bit, and stops at a winery to grab a bottle or two of local wine. She’s leaving when a cowboy catches more than just her eye.

When Theo Sutton comes out of the winery, the beautiful woman is still there.

This is a favorite scene.

“Howdy,” he drawled out, closing the distance between them with his long, sure strides. He looked straight at her as he lowered his tailgate and placed the box in the bed of his truck. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Uh…” She knew how women came on to men. Enough buckle bunnies in the rodeo threw themselves at her husband. But personally, she never had to do it, because she and Jackson had been together since she was fifteen.

She waved to her truck hood. “I started the engine and I think I heard a sound. You wouldn’t be willing to have a look, would you?” She tipped her head back to meet his stare and offered him a smile.

“Sure thing. You wanna pop the hood for me?”

She eyed him up. Whatever madness had come over her to make her gawk at the cowboy, wait for him by her truck and then tell a fib about an engine problem took total hold of her.
She wanted to pop more than a hood for him. Maybe a few buttons too?

If she didn’t know better, she’d say the country air was more polluted than the smog in Dallas where she’d come from, and it was affecting her mind after only hours in Crossroads.

She strolled around her truck, opened the driver’s door and popped the hood. When she straightened, she noted the cowboy hadn’t moved from the spot and he quickly flicked his gaze up her body, away from her ass to her face.

Heart pulsating faster, she followed him to the front of the truck. He propped up the hood and peered inside. Wiggling a few hoses and checking connections drew her attention to how big his hands were. Rough too.

A shiver of desire rolled through her body, leaving her breathing faster and feeling a bit damper—everywhere.

He threw her a look from under the brim of his hat. “Can you start the engine for me?”

Oh it’s already started.

“Sure.” She pushed off the front and walked around the side. She swore she felt his eyes tracking her and asked herself what in the world had come over her. After she started the engine, she joined him under the hood again.

He cocked his head, listening to the purring engine. Of course she knew there wasn’t a thing wrong with her truck—she’d gotten it a good tune-up and check before driving it across country. The last thing a woman needed on a solo road trip was to be broken down alongside the road in the middle of nowhere.

The cowboy’s gaze settled on hers. “You from out of town? Haven’t seen you before, and it’s a small town. I know everybody.”

“Not from out of town anymore. I just rolled in today. I was out house hunting when I came across the winery.”

He gave her a full-lipped, toe-curling smile that accompanied a twinkle of interest in those warm brown eyes. “Is that so? What’s your name?”


“Well, Sadie, welcome to Crossroads. I’m Theo.”

The syllables tumbled through her on his deep, rumbling, country drawl.

She extended a hand, which he clasped in his, his long fingers folding around hers and making her feel perfectly dainty and feminine—something it’d been too long since she felt, since her vibrator didn’t offer it.

The engine continued to trundle along without a hitch, but Theo didn’t seem all that interested in her truck.

He released her hand and turned back to the engine. “I don’t hear anything odd. Did you say it was a knocking noise?”

She hadn’t said, but she nodded anyway. Going on tiptoe, she edged closer to him as she leaned over the hood as far as she could. When she glanced over her shoulder at Theo, she found his stare riveted firmly on her ass. An ass she had great pride in, as she ran every day and did a Brazilian butt workout the other ones. Jackson had loved her ass, and so had a lot of other men in her life.

“Hmm,” she said, dropping back to her heels. “I don’t hear it anymore.”

He smiled again, causing her stomach to flutter. “Sure you didn’t drink that wine already, Sadie?”

She smiled back. “I’m sure. I got the Crossroads Peach Pie. Have you ever had it?”

He looked her over again as if she was the peach pie and he wanted to dive in and lick her off his lips. God, the thought made her insides shudder with desire. A low, constant hum in her core told her that she hadn’t really reawakened her sexual side since her husband’s death—she’d only turned on the low beams.

Her nipples pinched hard, throwing on the floodlights and cracking a dam inside her.

“I’ve never tried that wine.” His voice roughened, exactly the way she preferred her man’s hands.

She cocked a brow at him. “You single? I mean…maybe you want to share the bottle with me.”

The corners of his lips inched up farther. “I’m single, and I’d love to.” He closed the hood and faced her. “Turn off the engine and grab the bottle. There’s a good view of the sunset a little ways from here.”

She loved his country drawl, his accent and all the country talk a woman like her missed in her life.
Em Petrova. Show-Off in Spurs (Kindle Locations 142-185). Kindle Edition.

To say things get hot and heavy quickly is an understatement as these two could definitely melt a kindle.

There is a lot more to both their stories though, the first being Theo is harboring a runaway on the ranch where he works. Jordy is managing to get Theo in plenty of hot water, since Theo isn’t about to turn the kid in.

What Sadie thought would be a one time thing, is actually going to be more. Turns out Theo is also friends with Dom and Jada and she runs into him at what she thought was just a dinner party.

Things don’t really heat up again until Sadie finds an old schoolhouse to convert into her home. Theo is one of the people recommended by Jada to help with things Sadie can’t do herself. Sadie also has some doubts since Theo is a real cowboy and works with dangerous animals. She’s really not sure she can handle that again.

Lots of trouble from Jordy, fun with Jada and her sister Joss, a new business plan and plenty of romance and sizzle. I can’t wait for another book in this series!

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

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

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The Heartbreaker – The Chandler Brothers Book 3 By Carly Phillips

The Heartbreaker
Chandler Brothers Book 3
NY Times Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips


As the eldest of three rebel-rousing brothers, Chase Chandler has waited a long time to leave his small-town roots behind. All bets are off when the single journalist meets a redhead who arouses a lot more than lust. Yet Sloane Carlisle isn’t just any woman. She’s a senator’s daughter who is about to thrust him into the eye of a breaking political scandal-and a shot at a story that’s already making headlines. All Chase has to do for an exclusive is keep her out of harm’s way. A woman who refuses to play the Washington game, Sloane has just been hit with a bombshell that calls her entire identity into question. Feeling vulnerable, she does something completely out of character: She spends an incredible, passionate night with a handsome stranger. The last thing she expects is to ever see him again. But when she goes to the Chandlers’ hometown of Yorkshire Falls to uncover the truth about her family, there he is! Not only that, her sometime amour Chase Chandler is sticking closer than a Capitol Hill groupie and igniting more sparks than the Fourth of July. Suddenly a guy who has always steered clear of marriage is falling for a serious-minded woman with a family secret that could land them both in danger. If they survive the fallout, what will it take to get Sloane to say the two words that could turn the town’s most eligible bachelor into the world’s sexiest spouse?

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As this book opens Chase Chandler lands at Dulles Airport, finally having the opportunity to step away from the Yorkshire Falls Gazette and maybe make his mark in journalism. His brother Roman, an op-ed columnist for the Washington Post, meets him. It really is about time the oldest Chandler brother spread his wings a bit. The link that makes this trip plausible is that Senator Michael Carlisle’s deceased wife was from Yorkshire Falls and the man is now a top pick to run for vice president. Roman also drops some hints about Sloan Carlisle, totally not related to her father’s announcement.

Sloan Carlisle is about to have dinner with her father and step-mother. It’s the eve of his announcement to run as Vice President. As she approaches their hotel suite she overhears her father’s manager, Franklin Page, arguing with his aid Robert. The subject is her paternity and what they say turns her life upside down. As she tries to come to terms with what she’s learned she heads to a bar away from where she might be recognized. A bar that Chase just happened to be having a night cap at.

This is a favorite scene.

He ordered a beer on tap and took in the scenery, which consisted of a pool table, a small, scarred dance floor, varied beer signs hanging on old paneled walls, and not much else. Until the door opened and she walked inside, a vision in a dress so pink, so short, so bare, it ought to be illegal.

No matter what his brother thought, Chase wasn’t a monk. He’d just kept his social life discreet in deference to his fatherlike status, and over the years, the habit stuck. Most recently he’d hooked up with Cindy Dixon, who lived in Hampshire, the next town over. They were friends who’d begun sleeping together when the whim struck, neither wanting to be indiscriminate in this day and age. The arrangement satisfied Chase physically, but no longer inspired him, so he wasn’t surprised when this sexy siren captured his attention.

Russet-colored hair cascaded past her shoulders in thick waves, making him itch to run his fingers through the unruly strands. Chase tightened his grip around the bottle and let out a slow groan. One glance and he wanted to know her. All of her.

“She’s a hot number, all right.” The bartender swiped the counter down with his rag. “Don’t think I’ve seen her in here before. I’d remember if I had.”

Chase wouldn’t be forgetting her anytime soon. The combination of sultry sexiness in her appearance and the inherent vulnerability in her expression as she settled in beside him made one heck of an impression.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, leaning across the expanse of the bar, too close in Chase’s biased opinion.

“Hmm.” She pursed her lips as she thought. “Scotch straight up.”

Chase cocked an eyebrow, surprised. He’d have voted for a cosmopolitan or a white-wine spritzer.

“You sure about that?” the bartender asked. “A big drink like that doesn’t mix well with a little thing like you.”

She squared her shoulders, clearly offended. “Last I heard, the customer was always right,” she said in a haughty tone more due a blue blood or politician than the sprite she appeared to be.

Chase grinned. Obviously, he could add gumption to her list of attributes.

“It’s your choice,” the bartender replied. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when I have to confiscate your car keys.”

“Then it’s a good thing I took the Metro,” she shot back.

“Point, to the lady.” Chase laughed.

“Thank you,” she said without bothering to look his way.

The bartender placed the glass filled with amber liquid in front of her. “Remember, I warned you.” He headed for a new round of customers at the end of the bar.

She stared at the contents a moment before lifting the glass for an experimental sniff and wrinkled her nose. “Still smells as vile as the last time I tasted it,” she said to herself.

Chase laughed. Again. Twice in a matter of minutes. A record for him. A testament to the staid life he lived and a tribute to this woman’s effect on him. He was beyond intrigued. “Then why order it?” he asked her.

“Heavy-duty stuff for a heavy-duty night.” She shrugged but didn’t lift her stare from the glass.

Chase wasn’t insulted. Her preoccupation was obvious and from her words, so was her pain.

“Bartender? Give me the same,” Chase said when the other man glanced over.

“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.

“Joining you. It’s unhealthy to drink alone.” She looked his way at last and a burst of raw sexual energy exploded inside him, knocking him off balance.

Apparently, he wasn’t alone because gratitude and a hell of a lot more flickered in her golden gaze. He thought he’d been prepared, but it had been too damn long since he’d felt anything beyond the ordinary for any woman or any thing. Since stepping off the plane in D.C. a few short hours ago, the world had opened up for him, offering myriad possibilities. He wanted her to be one of them.

“Here you go, buddy.” The bartender slid the glass Chase’s way. “She just became your responsibility,” he said, and walked off to help the thickening crowd.

She flicked a long strand of copper hair back off her shoulder. “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can.” He raised his glass, waiting while she did the same. “Cheers.”

She inclined her head. “Cheers. Wait. It’s proper to toast before drinking, and I always do the proper thing. To …” She paused, nibbling on her full lower lip.

His mouth watered, since he wanted nothing more than to suck that luscious, full pout into his mouth and taste her. “To?” he prompted.

“Life’s dirty secrets.” She clinked her glass against his.

The sound echoed inside him as did the raw anguish he sensed inside her. “I’m a good listener,” he said, then mentally kicked himself. He wasn’t looking to be her friend, when he’d rather be her lover.

Instant attraction, instant lust. He’d never experienced the surge quite so strongly before. He wasn’t about to walk away from it now. Not on the night that represented the beginning of his new life. To hell with his usual sense of caution. It was time to leave the noble Chase Chandler behind and act on his desires.

“Thanks, but … I’d rather not talk.” The flickering in her gaze told him she desired something more. Something from him.

Something he was all too willing to give.
Carly Phillips. The Heartbreaker (Kindle Locations 172-216). CP Publishing.

An interesting and seriously hot night ensues but Chase is left alone by morning. Sloan figures she’ll never see him again and had given him only her middle name when she finds he’s a journalist.

Roman has arranged for Chase to have an exclusive one on one with Madeline Carlisle, what she requests of him is a bit unusual but he is willing to keep an eye on her daughter Sloan in his hometown. It’s the picture she shows him of Sloan that shocks him though. The beautiful woman he just spent the night with is Sloan Carlisle.

Things get pretty interesting once Sloan hits Yorkshire Falls, the small town is quite the gossip mill and Sloan does manage to get an address for the man believed to be her father. That home exploding just as Chase arrives behind her is just the beginning of the suspense and intrigue that now surrounds her life.

Chase manages with the help of Rick to convince her to stay with him for her protection. Not an easy task, and the chemistry between these two is off the charts.

A page-turning read with fun, intrigue and sizzle. Plus all the secrets revealed as this trilogy comes to a satisfying end.

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Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love.

Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.

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