It’s a Dog’s Life – A Romantic Comedy Ghost Novella By Dale Mayer

It’s a Dog’s Life
A Romantic Comedy Ghost Novella
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


It’s the first day of Ninna’s job in the local animal shelter…and a dog is talking to her. Not just any dog…a fat, old, smart-alecky Basset Hound who says his name is Mosey.

She can’t quit, she needs this job. And then there’s the yummy vet. Who turns out to live across the street from her in a much bigger house than her tiny house. Big enough to hold a few animals – including the mouthy Mosey. With all this going on, she doesn’t have time to worry about the rash of break-ins and the sense of being watched. She’s too busy worrying that she’s nuts.

When Ninna agrees to dog sit for the cute vet from work, she sees it as a trial at being a pet owner and a way to build on her budding relationship with the vet. For Mosey, this weekend means time to get to know each other.

For the stalker who’s tracking Ninna’s movements, it means…opportunity.

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The first person we see in this one is Tory, he’s a thief and he just decided he’s interested in a woman who resides in the neighborhood he’s been robbing.

Ninna is blissfully unaware that someone is watching her as she starts her new job. Although she’s almost panicking with the chaos she sees in front of her. This is obviously more than just an animal shelter. While she waits to fill out paperwork, she hears a voice in her head. Not something she wants and she’s finally stopped seeing the psychiatrist. To discover it’s a dog, well is just the icing. She needs this job to pay the bills.

Stuart is one of the veterinarians and he’s the one who gets her past the front door and a bit settled before starting his day. However it’s when he shows up on her doorstep looking for a kitten that things get interesting.

She recruits her best friend Jane into helping her find and return the kitten.

This is a favorite scene.

They rounded the corner to enter the side street, leading them back onto the front of the same block. Ninna nodded toward the vet’s huge house. “There’s his place.”

At the front door, Jane pressed on the doorbell. It pealed loudly and set off a cacophony of barking and yipping. Jane and Ninna looked at each other wide-eyed. “Holy crap. How many dogs does he have?” Jane’s shocked voice was barely audible over the noise.

They could hear sounds of someone yelling at the dogs to be quiet. “Stop it. Move out of the way. How am I supposed to answer the door if you’re all standing there?”

The door opened, and Stuart stood in front of them. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but the surprise quickly morphed into pleasure. “Ninna?”

She couldn’t help but feel an answering spark inside.

Then his gaze landed on the kitten, which was using Ninna’s throat and collarbone as a monkey bar.

“Oh, you found him. That’s wonderful.” He opened the door wide. “Come in, please. Where was he?”

Stuart reached out to take the kitten from her, however the kitten had other plans and immediately dug in his claws.

Ninna winced. Her throat was going to look like she’d been the victim of a slasher attack. Eventually, with a little coaxing, the kitten let go and Ninna was able to swallow again. She said, “He was in the back alley, caught behind a pile of rubble in the yard of that deserted house almost at the end of the block.” She glanced over at Jane then back to Stuart. “This is my friend, Jane. She helped me find him.”

Stuart smiled at Jane. “Hi, I’m Stuart. Thanks for helping out.”

Jane beamed, obviously happy to discard the stalker scenario she’d suggested earlier.

“Please come in. Let me check him over quickly.” He shut the front door and headed toward the back of the house. “Come back here. I have a room set up for the animals.”

Ninna followed, amazed at the dogs bouncing around them. One had only three legs but it didn’t appear to notice. A big Doberman was missing an ear, had a stumpy tail and his muzzle was scarred.

Ninna also noticed, but ignored, the basset hound.

She avoided touching any of them, period. “You take in animals no one else wants, don’t you?” she asked.

He glanced back, as if surprised by her question. Then noticed the dogs. “Occasionally. If they aren’t going to be adopted out elsewhere, well… sometimes they need a break from the Center and I bring them home for a while.”

“But once you do, it has to be hard to take them back?” she said, knowing it would be hard on her.

Jane piped up. “I’m surprised you’re allowed this many in a private home.”

“I’m not, really. My brother is building me a house on some acreage outside of town. But it’ll be another month or two before I can move in. There will be lots of space for the animals there.”

He entered a room that looked identical to a modified examining room at the Center. Walking around a large table, he carefully lowered the kitten onto it. It took only a few minutes to check the little furry body over. “Good. I’ll give him some food and take him to his bed. He’ll be just fine.”

Stuart looked directly at Ninna, his gaze warming as he studied her. “Thank you. I wouldn’t have wanted to lose him here, not when the new house is almost ready.”

“He’s going to love that.”

Stuart grinned, his gaze taking in both women. “I don’t know about him, but I sure will.” He carried the kitten into the kitchen. Ninna, not sure what to do, followed. After he’d fed the kitten, he straightened. “Would you ladies like coffee? I’m sorry, I tend to focus on my four-legged friends and forget about the two-legged ones.” He said it in such a boyish way Ninna couldn’t help but be charmed.

“Thanks, I’d love one,” Jane said.

Ninna glanced at Jane in surprise. She never drank coffee, but the look she flashed back at Ninna warned her not to say anything. Ninna’s glance went from Jane to Stuart and back again. Jane was giving him her best look-at-me-because-I’m-cute look. If it worked, fine. Any guy who fell for that kind of stupid stunt wasn’t someone Ninna wanted for herself anyway.

Stuart didn’t appear to notice Jane’s attention-getting attempts. Bonus point in his favor. He turned and puttered around the gourmet kitchen. He seemed quite at home there.

“This is a great kitchen.” Ninna studied the huge white oak cabinets. “Do you cook?”

“Sometimes. Being a bachelor, it is either learn to cook or live on take-out food.” He shrugged. “So I learned.” He flashed that shy grin Ninna’s way and damned if her heart didn’t go bump. “How about you?” he asked her.

Jane jumped in. “This kitchen is a dream. I love to cook, but I don’t have anything as nice as this to cook in.”

Ninna rolled her eyes. Talk about a misleading statement. Jane lived in a classy penthouse with the most beautiful gourmet kitchen Ninna had ever seen. Jane also couldn’t cook worth a damn.

Ninna, on the other hand, loved to bake. Not that she should be doing any of that with her diet plans. She was a fair cook, but simple stuff, nothing fancy.

Several of the dogs moved through the kitchen. Ninna stiffened as the floppy basset hound entered. He looked just like the one from the Center. She eyed him carefully, but he ignored her to sniff the little kitten. The other dogs didn’t appear to care. There was no fighting between the animals. All were well mannered.

“What about you, Ninna? Do you cook?”

She flushed, having been sidelined by the arrival of the basset hound. “I love to bake,” she offered shyly.

–Cookies? I love cookies.

Ninna’s gaze widened at the same damn voice. She glanced at the talking dog, realized it was staring at her, and hurriedly looked away. “I love to bake breads, actually. I don’t bake many cakes or cookies.”

–Pity. “Not likely,” she muttered softly.

–Hah, there you are. So glad you’ve decided to get over your snit and talk to me.

Against her better judgement, Ninna turned to look at the dog. His tongue lolled off to one side, as he panted deeply.

–I love cookies.

“You look it,” she snapped, glaring at his rotund body. She turned her back on him. Both Stuart and Jane looked at her in astonishment. Oh, shit.

Embarrassed, she weakly tried to explain her outburst using old excuses she’d practiced years ago, “Sorry, I was replaying a conversation in my mind that hadn’t gone so well yesterday. I guess I wish I’d said more than I did.” Knowing her face was probably shining like a kid’s hot pink glow stick, she mumbled, “It’s time to head home. No time for coffee, sorry. Glad the kitten is going to be fine.” She turned and raced to the front door.

God, how could she have done that?

She was such a loser.
Dale Mayer. It’s a Dog’s Life (Kindle Locations 346-402). Valley Publishing.

Stuart doesn’t seem to mind and when her co-workers bring their pets for a check-up day, Ninna debates whether or not she wants a pet. This leads to an interest development between her and Stuart.

A short fun read with a touch of suspense, a surprise or two and some heat.

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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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The Playboy – The Chandler Brothers Book 2 by Carly Phillips

The Playboy
Chandler Brothers Book 2
NY Times Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips


There isn’t a woman in town who’s immune to the legendary Chandler charm. Yet so far single cop Rick Chandler has managed to fend off the marriage-minded advances of Yorkshire Falls’ entire female population. A past mistake has taught him never to put his heart on the line . . . until he answers the SOS of a real-life runaway bride. In spite of her pearly gown and tiara, Kendall Sutton vows to never wed — which makes her the ideal pretend lover who can ward off Rick’s legion of admirers. When their passionate charade flames into the real thing, Rick is suddenly thinking about two words that spell forever after. But will Kendall ever say “I do?” Can a woman who’s had it with weddings tie the knot with the town’s most popular playboy?

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With his brother Roman now married, their mother has set her matchmaking skills on Rick. Rick one of law enforcements finest in this small town, isn’t interested in settling down. He’s dated most of the eligible woman in town and frankly none of them have that long term feel. Although some of those women think otherwise, case in point, Lisa Burton a school teacher, she just doesn’t seem to take no for an answer and she’s crossing some lines she shouldn’t.

His brother Chase is waiting for him back at the station so they could head to their mother’s for dinner, but a call comes in that Rick needs to handle first. A woman stuck on the highway.

I think I started giggling from the moment he realizes she’s wearing a wedding dress. The conversation that ensues is full of innuendo and snark. All of which have nothing to do with his mother or her matchmaking.

Kendall came here to figure out what to do with her aunt’s property, not start anything. But the rumors are going to fly since said property is where Elton and Pearl live.

This is a favorite scene.

A woman fresh from a broken engagement, one who affected him this strongly, was dangerous. She also was fun, something he just now realized he hadn’t had in a long while. Life had become routine. It was a sad commentary if he could consider his mother and her small female army of recruits routine. But Kendall wasn’t one of his mother’s women and he liked her more for it.

He strode up the walk, leaving the luggage behind and even managed the steps leading to the house with her in his arms. Without warning, the door opened wide. Pearl Robinson, the female renter of her aunt’s house and one half of an elderly couple living in sin, as Pearl was so fond of telling everyone in town, stood before them.

“Eldin, we have company,” Pearl called over her shoulder. She’d been with Eldin Wingate forever. She smoothed her gray hair back in a bun. “I was expecting Crystal’s niece, but not two of you.” Her gaze traveled over both Rick and the woman in his arms. “You’ve been holding out on us, Rick. And you’ve been holding out on your mother too. Why just this morning, she was lamenting her grandchildless fate.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not surprised.”

Pearl glanced over her shoulder. “Eldin, get your lazy behind out here,” she yelled, since Eldin hadn’t arrived quick enough to suit her. “And hurry up before he drops her.”

“There’s no chance of that,” Rick whispered in Kendall’s ear, not so much to reassure her as to allow himself another heavenly whiff of her fragrant hair.

“But you won’t mind if I don’t take any chances. Just in case.” She gripped her small, soft hands tighter around his neck.

He liked the feeling.

“I’m coming, woman.” Pearl’s other half came up beside her, a tall man with white hair and all his own teeth. Or so he claimed. “What’s so important you couldn’t bring our guests inside—” He took one look at Rick and his words came to an abrupt halt.

“Hey, Eldin.” Rick resigned himself to the inevitable questions.

“Hot damn, Officer.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Pearl asked, looking at her significant other. “That’s the reason I won’t be marrying you anytime soon.” She turned to Rick and Kendall. “We’re living in sin,” she said, lowering her voice, not that there was anyone else around to hear.

“Damn woman won’t marry me for the most asinine reason.”

“Eldin has a bad back and I refuse to marry a man who can’t carry me over the threshold. Did I tell you we’re living in sin?” She dropped her voice again.

As Kendall laughed, her breasts brushed against Rick’s chest and his body completely overheated. “Can we come in before I drop her?” he asked.

“Excuse my manners.” Pearl pushed Eldin back and they cleared a path. “You go on now, Rick, carry your bride over the threshold.”

He’d never live this down. Rick paced the inside of the stifling hot guest house behind Crystal Sutton’s main house. Eldin had brought them over so they could “get settled,” while Pearl had insisted she needed to go to town for some groceries.

“Groceries, my ass,” Rick muttered. She wanted to tell the world that she’d seen Rick Chandler carry his bride over the threshold. Never mind that there’d never been a ceremony or that the bride and supposed groom had just met. Pearl hadn’t been listening.

The tightness in Rick’s shoulders increased. All he could do was hope that when his mother heard the gossip, she’d put an end to the foolishness. Raina would know that Rick hadn’t married or eloped again. She knew better than to buy into unfounded stories.

But the news would spread, everyone in town speculating about Rick Chandler and the lady in the wedding dress he’d carried over the threshold.

He groaned and for the first time considered moving to a huge city where he could be anonymous in a large crowd. He shook his head, knowing it would never happen. Despite the memories here, he loved his family, friends, and the small-town feel of Yorkshire Falls too much to leave. But a man could dream, couldn’t he?

He glanced at the closed bathroom door where Kendall had gone to change. His bride. He rolled his eyes at the absurdity and swiped a hand over his damp forehead. Damn but it was like a sauna in here. He’d have to make sure Kendall got over to the General Store and picked up an A.C. unit.

Where was she, anyway? She said she’d needed to change out of the gown but that had been over ten minutes ago. He strode to the bathroom door and rapped twice. “You okay in there?”

“Sort of,” came the muffled reply.

He jiggled the handle and found the door locked. He knocked once more. “Open up for me or I’m kicking the door down.” He hoped it wouldn’t come to that. His back and shoulder muscles remained sore from the dive onto the driveway.

The door creaked open wide. He stepped inside in time to see her lower herself back onto the closed toilet seat and hang her head low between her knees. “I am sooo dizzy.”

He glanced at her, concerned. “It’s no wonder with that damn dress cutting off your circulation. I thought you were going to get out of it.”

“I tried, but it’s hot in here and I couldn’t unbutton the dress on my own, so I sat down for a minute. Then I got to thinking about my aunt and all the years she spent here. I stood up, got dizzy again . . .” She managed a shrug.

She liked to ramble, something he’d learned from talking to her by the side of the road. Her thoughts jumped from topic to topic, but one thing stuck with him. Her pain. Rick had lost his father when he was fifteen. He’d been young, but not young enough so he didn’t remember the man. He’d been a hands-on father, attended all his boys’ baseball games and back-to-school nights.

“I lost my father a while back. I can understand what you’re going through now,” he said, compelled to open up to this woman for reasons he didn’t understand. Reasons that made him wary. But he didn’t censor himself. “It was twenty years ago. I was fifteen,” he said, remembering. “But sometimes the pain is as fresh as if it were yesterday.”

Rick met Kendall’s moist gaze and his heart twisted with understanding. He hadn’t expected to connect with her on any level, especially not on the emotional one he normally walled off. He was surprised he understood this stranger, this woman, so well. “I’m sorry about your aunt.” He hadn’t said so earlier and meant to.

“Thanks.” Her voice held a rough timbre. “Same with your dad.”

He nodded. She and Crystal had obviously shared a special relationship. Family bonding was something else Rick could relate to. The Chandlers were closer than most, bonded by shared memories, both good and bad. With Kendall’s pain both new and raw, he found himself wanting to be the one to ease her anguish— and not because to serve and protect was in his job description.

He swallowed a groan. He’d been down this road once before and received a punch in the gut for his efforts. “Once you got light-headed, didn’t it dawn on you to call for help?” He directed them back to the problem at hand.

She tipped her head to the side. “Such a simple solution. Gee, why hadn’t I thought of that?”

He chuckled. “Too weak, huh?”

“Something like that. Help me?”
Carly Phillips. The Playboy (Kindle Locations 332-389). CP Publishing.

Not able to help himself, Rick offers to help her with getting the property ready to sell, if she in turn would agree to pretend to be dating him. You all know that’s a mistake, right?

Kendall has more of a problem than just what to do with Crystal’s property when her sister walks out of her boarding school in Vermont. Then there’s her instinct to run when the going gets tough, something that isn’t going to go over well with her teenage sister.

There’s plenty of fun, some entertaining pranks, lots of love and a simmer to sizzle relationship.

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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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Securing Jane – 1001 Dark Nights/SEAL of Protection Legacy Book 6.5 by Susan Stoker

Securing Jane
1001 Dark Nights
SEAL of Protection Legacy Book 6.5
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker


Over the years, Storm North has witnessed two teams of Navy SEALs under his command find true love. He doesn’t expect the same for himself. He’s too old. Too jaded. Too set in his ways. Until a woman who’s been right in front of him for years manages to impress Storm in a way very few women—or men—ever have.

Jane Hamilton knows it’s ridiculous to have a crush on the charismatic and handsome admiral. She’s the divorced mother of a twenty-six-year-old daughter. Too old for crushes. Too old for a lot of things. There’s no chance she’ll ever catch the eye of a man like Storm North.

Until someone delivers a bomb to the base.

As the civilian contractor in charge of the mail room, Jane finds herself in the direct line of fire, enduring a series of events that leads to a budding relationship with the very man she’s been longing for. She couldn’t be happier, and Storm feels the same.

The only one unhappy, in fact, is the thwarted bomber. Unhappy enough to do something drastic. Now Storm and Jane have to work together to save innocent sailors—and themselves—from an explosive situation threatening their happily ever after.

**Securing Jane is the 7th and final book in the SEAL of Protection: Legacy Series and a part of the 1001 Dark Nights collection. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

Admiral Storm North has always been heads down and on top of everything his SEAL teams are doing or going to be doing. The thing is he hasn’t really done anything for himself. Today however he’s about to wake up and notice someone he should have long ago.

Jane has been working in the mail room on base since her Navy husband left her and her child twenty years ago. She’s worked her way up to manager but still delivers mail in the building herself. She’s been crushing on Storm since his office moved into her building and delivering his mail is always a bright spot in her day. She doesn’t delude herself that he’ll ever notice her, but that doesn’t stop the fantasy.

This is a favorite scene.

In the near decade that she’d been living on her own, Jane had felt as if she’d been learning who she was as a woman.

At first she’d been Jake’s girlfriend. Then his Navy wife. Then she was the woman who’d been dumped and a single mother. She’d struggled for so long and so hard that she still felt as if she was finding herself. Which was somewhat silly after half a century, but there it was. And she wanted to find love again. Find a man who would support her as much as she supported him. Wanted someone to laugh with…and do all the naughty things she’d been fantasizing about for years and years.

But Storm North wasn’t that man.

Jane knew it, but that didn’t mean she could stop fantasizing about him.

Pushing the mail cart down the hallway, Jane felt her heart rate increase as she got closer to Storm’s office. It was silly. Ridiculous. But she felt as if she was in middle school again, about to see the boy she had a massive crush on.

But Storm was no boy, that was for sure.

She entered his administrative assistant’s office and smiled at the man sitting behind the desk.

“Good morning,” she said cheerily.

“Hi, Jane,” the young man replied with a smile.

“Go on in. He’s not in a meeting.”

“Thanks,” Jane told him, hoping she didn’t look as excited as she felt. She didn’t get to see Storm every day, since he was a very busy man, and whenever she did, it made her morning.

She picked up the small packet and three letters that had arrived for him and headed into his office. She knocked briefly and when she heard him call, “Come in,” pushed open the door.

Storm was sitting behind his desk in his digitized blue battle dress uniform. She could see a bit of gray at his temples, but otherwise she’d have no idea he was in his late forties. He looked as if he could take on the young Navy SEALs he commanded any day of the week…and win.

“Good morning,” Jane said softly.

Storm looked up. “Hi, Jane. How are you today?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Not so bad, now that the Admiral’s Mast for one of my best SEALs is over and done with.”

Jane knew what he was referring to. They might work on a huge naval base, but people talked, and word got around quickly. A SEAL named Phantom had disobeyed orders to go on leave and instead had gone to Timor-Leste to rescue a young woman. She wasn’t completely sure of all the details, but what she did know made her romantic heart go pitter-patter.

“I’m sure that was difficult,” she said diplomatically.

Storm smiled, and Jane’s knees went a little weak.

“That’s one word for it. So…are you doing okay? I didn’t see you yesterday.”

She wanted to read into that statement, feeling giddy that he’d even noticed that she wasn’t there but instead shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m fine. I woke up with a migraine and took a sick day. I’ve got a ton of time saved up and figured I might as well use it.”

“Good for you,” Storm said. “I mean, being a hard worker is one thing, but never taking leave, sick, or vacation isn’t healthy.”

“When’s the last time you took leave?” The question popped out before Jane could call it back.

“Touché,” Storm said with an even wider smile. “I swear anytime I think about taking some time off, the shit hits the fan around here… Oh, sorry. I sometimes forget how to talk in polite company.”

Jane chuckled. “Nothing you can say will surprise or offend me,” she told him. “I’ve worked around here long enough to hear just about every swear word invented. Not to mention hearing them from my daughter when she was a teenager.”

“You have a daughter?” Storm asked with a tilt of his head. “You don’t look old enough to be the mother of a teenager.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I’m plenty old. She’s twenty-six, and she gave me every one of these wrinkles on my face.”

“Seriously…you look amazing. Your husband’s a lucky man.”

Was Storm flirting with her? Trying to figure out if she was married or not? Jane barely stopped herself from doing a stupid little girly dance right there in front of him. “He was lucky,” she told him. Then added, “But he decided twenty years ago to throw me away for some young flunky. His mistake.”

Storm’s hazel eyes were fixed on her face, and Jane suddenly felt flustered. She’d dreamed of having his undivided attention for years, but now that she had it, she wasn’t sure what to do.

“How long have you been working here?” he asked.

“Twenty years. I got the job right after he walked out.”

Storm nodded. “I, for one, am grateful. I appreciate what you do. I’ve never had to worry about my mail getting lost, and anytime I’ve had an issue, it’s been resolved quickly. You’ve trained your employees well.”

That was one of the best compliments Jane had ever gotten. She wished he’d complimented her on something more personal, but she’d settle for him noticing that she was a good employee. She took great pride in running a tight ship. A lot of people didn’t realize how intricate and complicated dealing with the mail could be. From packages with incomplete addresses that they had to figure out, misdelivered items, postage due…and then there was all the internal correspondence that went back and forth across the base. She and her employees were kept very busy. “Thanks,” she replied with a small smile.

“That all for me this morning?” he asked with a nod toward the mail in her hand.

“Oh! Yes, sorry,” Jane said, stepping forward and putting the envelopes and packet on his desk.

“No problem,” Storm said. “So your head’s feeling better today?” he asked.

For a second, Jane was so flustered she had no idea what he was talking about, then remembered. “Oh, yeah. Thanks. I don’t get migraines a lot, but when I do, they tend to knock me off my feet. But other than a slight twinge today, I feel fine.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

Beaming, Jane nodded. “Right. Have a good day, Sir, and try not to scare newbie sailors too badly.”

“It’s Storm…and I’m making no promises.”

Jane knew she probably looked like a big dork with the huge smile on her face, but she couldn’t help it.

She gave him a little finger wave and backed out of his office. When she’d cleared his door, she spun, said goodbye to his admin, and pushed her mail cart out into the hallway. She stopped outside the door and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and sighing in contentment.

Every time she talked to Storm, she felt happy, but today was markedly different. He’d seemed more…engaged. He’d asked her about her personal life, asked for her to call him by his first name…and when he’d smiled at her, she’d gone weak in the knees.

Taking a deep breath, she continued down the hall to the next office, feeling happier than she’d felt in a very long time.
Stoker, Susan. Securing Jane: A SEAL of Protection: Legacy Series Novella (Kindle Locations 307-357). 1001 Dark Nights Press. Kindle Edition.

For the first time Jane and Storm had a conversation and he’s now decided to get to know her more everyday and then ask her out. Of course that’s when all hell breaks lose with a code black in the mail room.

Storm wasn’t about to leave the building without knowing if Jane was okay. Finding out she was locked in waiting decontamination, he wasn’t waiting. Pulling rank he entered the room determining the ‘bomb’ contained CS gas aka tear gas/pepper spray. This is where I fell in love with Storm.

While NCIS and Admiral Creasy work to determine who would send him the package, Storm and Jane’s relationship takes a leap forward. Through the suspense, intrigue, and danger, Storm and Jane manage to date and they start heating up the pages quickly. Although Jane isn’t going to be spared any of Susan’s antics when it comes to her heroines. I also love the fact they’re an older couple and it truly is a wonderful love story.

A perfect, page-turning end to the SEAL of Protection Legacy 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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20th Anniversary Edition! The Bachelor – The Chandler Brothers Book 1 By Carly Phillips

The Bachelor
Chandler Brothers Book 1
NY Times Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips


He’s got wanderlust and no intention of settling down.

She’s home to stay and has put
her bad boy ex in her rearview mirror.

After spending his life abroad, embracing his freedom at every turn as a foreign correspondent, Roman Chandler finds himself the brother nominated to deal with his ailing mother’s matchmaking shenanigans. Thanks to a coin toss, he needs to find someone to marry and fast. It shouldn’t be that hard in sleepy Yorkshire Falls where women fall over themselves to hook a Chandler man.

But Roman only wants the one woman who got away.

Charlotte Bronson is back home to put down roots and get her lingerie business off the ground. She’s not interested in her past or a man that chose to chase breaking news stories to the far corners of the earth over her. No matter how good they used to be or how combustible their chemistry still burns.

It’s up to Roman to convince Charlotte he’s a changed man and here to stay.

In honor of THE BACHELOR’s 20th Anniversary all three books have been updated and will be reissued with gorgeous NEW covers with the same content but modernized for your reading pleasure. The BACHELOR was the first book that Kelly Ripa chose for her Reading with Ripa Bookclub.

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When their mother is rushed to the hospital, the Chandler brothers rush to her side. When her diagnosis isn’t what she feared Raina decides to use the more dire one to, let’s say persuade, her sons to consider marriage and children.

The Chandler brothers are all devastatingly handsome, considerate and honorable. Every woman in town would love to marry one of them. Chase the oldest runs the local paper, The Gazette. He gave up going to college to take over the family business and become the man of the house when his father died. Rick the middle son, is a police officer here in town, he wasn’t into the whole journalism thing like his father and brothers. Finally there’s Roman, he works for AP traveling around the world reporting on all kinds of injustices, uprising and the like.

With Roman’s arrival they’ve come to the decision that they need to keep their mother stress free and also give her one of her heart’s desires, a grandchild. Of course that means marriage first. Right off the bat they exclude Chase from their chosen method of a coin toss. Chase has already given up much for the family it’s better this be between Rick and Roman.

Roman accepts his fate rather gracefully, all he needs is an independent woman, one who can manage without him being around. Marry her, get her pregnant and continue his travels for AP.

Charlotte Bronson is back in town, with a now popular lingerie business. She’s the only woman who dated Roman who, walked away from him and any possibilities. Her parents have a long distance marriage and it hurts Charlotte to see her mother so alone and miserable when her father is Los Angeles following his dreams. No way would she get involved with Roman, it was just asking for the same thing to happen to her.

In an effort to cheer her mother up, she takes her out for a girls day. Hoping to convince her mother to attend the St Patrick’s Day dance and have some fun for a change.

This is a favorite scene.

Charlotte hung a BACK SOON sign on the front door and turned to her mother and friend. “Fashion show, anyone? Come on, Mom. You can pick out anything you want. Release the inner you to go with the new outer you. What do you say?”

“I’m too old to go parading around in my skivvies.” Annie laughed, though, and the sound warmed Charlotte’s insides. “But I’ll watch you two.”

“And promise to take home at least one pair?” Her mother nodded. The afternoon proceeded like a pajama party, with Charlotte and Beth trying on the most seductive bras and panties. Even Annie seemed to enjoy not just the show, but the idea of treating herself right for once.

Progress came in various forms, but Charlotte believed she’d made some more today. “Last one,” she called out to her mother and Beth, who waited in the private showing area right outside the individual dressing rooms.

“Okay. I’m dressed and your Mom’s still waiting in the chairs enjoying the show, right, Annie?” Beth asked.

“Right. You girls make me envious for my youth.”

Which she’d wasted on a man who didn’t deserve it, Charlotte thought, but she knew better than to speak aloud and ruin what had been a perfect day. Instead she slipped on the panty set she’d saved for last, one from her handmade, crocheted line. She’d never told her mother she’d been using her talent for work, never thought Annie would come out of her shell long enough to care. But Annie had today.

A loud knock sounded at the shop door. “I’ll get it,” Beth called out. “We’ve been closed long enough to have the townsfolk curious.”

“Whoever it is, get rid of them for another few minutes, okay?” Charlotte didn’t care as much about business as she did about the bonding time she’d shared with her mother. This last part of their day could bring them even closer.

“Will do.”

Charlotte heard the two women go up front to see who was knocking. In the meantime, she fastened the matching bra, a new addition to her line. These garments weren’t meant for anything other than intimate seduction.

She glanced in the mirror. She hadn’t counted on the arousing effect of wearing these garments. Her nipples puckered, peeking through the insubstantial fabric, while an empty, aching feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

And once aroused, her thoughts drifted to Roman. She smoothed her hands over her hips and turned to the side, taking in her profile, her long legs and flat stomach. She had to admit, she filled out the bra well. If only she possessed the same nerve she tried to impart to clients, she’d … what? Charlotte asked herself and forced her mind to play out the answer.

She’d reach out to Roman Chandler. She’d indulge in the feelings she’d possessed since high school. What had started out as a childhood crush had metamorphosed into adult curiosity and longing. What was he like now? What kind of man had he become? She had his devotion to his mother to begin the sketch, but there were many more depths she’d like to plumb.

The only way to indulge that curiosity was to give in to her feelings. Accept whatever he offered, for as long as he offered it— and then have the courage to go on with her life once he was gone. Unlike her mother, who had never taken the steps to move forward, Charlotte would indulge her deepest passion, then walk away.

But while Roman was here, she thought, continuing with the fantasy, while he was hers, she would go for it all. She’d model her handmade creations in front of him and watch as his eyes dilated with longing and need. As if she were enacting reality, her body shook in reaction to her brazen thoughts. Refocusing on the here and now, Charlotte wondered if she had the nerve to act out her fantasies. She could certainly justify the need. After ten years, she obviously wasn’t going to get Roman out of her system by pretending he didn’t exist or she wasn’t attracted to him.

She hadn’t gotten over him by ignoring the feelings. Why not try to get over him by acting on those feelings instead? She wasn’t doomed to repeat her mother’s mistakes if she learned from them.

Her heart picked up rhythm as she contemplated the idea of allowing herself to indulge. In Roman. With Roman.

“Okay, we’re set.” Beth’s voice rang out from the front of the store and the jangling of the store bells jolted Charlotte back into reality. Unfortunately, arousal didn’t dissipate as quickly.

Charlotte shook her head. Time to concentrate on her reasons for wearing these undergarments. To show off her crocheting skills to her mother and perhaps get Annie to use these same garments to break out of her own private prison. Both mother and daughter had huge steps to take in their lives, Charlotte thought.

Footsteps, obviously Beth’s, traveled to the back room.

“Ready or not, here I come,” Charlotte called and stepped out of the small, enclosed room and into the open area with the Queen Anne chairs. But instead of her mother and Beth, she had an audience of one.

One incredibly sexy, virile male named Roman Chandler.
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While modeling for her mother was one thing it took a lot of effort to go with the flow when she sees Roman.

This is where things really start to get interesting as Roman turns her down. Not because he wants to but because he can’t doom her to the same fate as her mother.

Plenty of family drama, fun interactions and a romance that starts to sizzle before it even makes it to the bedroom.

I hadn’t read this series when it first came out and now I can’t wait to read the next book.

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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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Baylor – SEALs of Honor Book 26 By Dale Mayer

SEALs of Honor Book 26
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


When a yacht crashes into a tanker out in the ocean, it seems to be an unfortunate accident. Yet a gunman is spotted on the yacht just before the crash. What adds to the problem is that the yacht is owned by a US governor out on a holiday with his wife and daughter—and that no bodies were found at the crash site.

Gizella wakes up from the pirate attack on the yacht to find her father injured and her mother in equally bad shape. They are prisoners with no escape in sight. What was supposed to be a trip of joy and hope has ended in devastation. Even worse, an argument is brewing between her kidnappers, with her as the prize.

Baylor manages to whisk her away in the middle of the night, but she’s not out of danger yet. And if he can’t find the kidnappers, maybe never …

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I always get a kick out of Mason and his uncanny senses, but with this one the coincidences are rampant. Especially as Mason is challenged by Baylor. They couldn’t know their next mission would be someone Baylor had met before.

It’s Baylor who finds the notebook with the surprising sketch of one of the attackers and a the notation Help Baylor. I think I might have giggled at that. Since Baylor does remember when he met Gizella and also that she never called, but then neither did he.

This is a favorite scene.

“Something else is going on here. I just don’t know what. And I don’t like anything that doesn’t follow normal logic,” she said.

“Wouldn’t the military come after us?” Gizella asked her dad.

“Absolutely, and I’m wondering if that’s why the kidnappers are doing all these evasive tactics, in order to avoid getting caught.”

“Well, of course they’ll do something to evade their own capture,” she said, “but surely the US can find their way through all those little tricks, can’t they?”

“Well, we’ll have to believe that they can,” he said. Then he looked at his daughter with a smile. “Just look at you, Gizella. It’s so good to have you here with us.” Then he stopped, closing his eyes and shaking his head, as if wondering at his words. “Man,” he said, “I’m so sorry I said that.”

“It’s all right, Dad,” she said, recognizing the politician smarminess and the words that fell glibly off his lips but didn’t reflect the inner person. “I know you would rather I was somewhere else just now.”

“I really would,” he said. “This could get rough.”

She wanted to point out that, if that were so, it would contradict what he had just been saying, but there was no point in mentioning that because he didn’t know what would happen any more than the rest of them did. All she could do was hope that somebody was coming for them. “It should be Navy SEALs,” she said suddenly.

“And they will be called,” he said. “But?”

“No buts,” she said, nodding slowly. “I did know one,” she mentioned. “His name was Baylor. I met him at a port one day.” Her mother looked at her askance. Gizella just smiled and laughed. “Nothing happened,” she said. “He was just a really nice guy, and we enjoyed the evening together.”

“Well, maybe it’ll be him,” her mother said.

“Not likely,” her father answered. “There are thousands of Navy SEALs.”

“I only know that much from the guys in the group he was hanging out with. They were all SEALs, and somebody was blabbing about it, even though the others were trying to shut him down.”

“Yeah, they don’t tend to advertise the fact.”

“No, I don’t imagine they do,” she said, remembering the guy with a laugh. “I haven’t thought of him in years. It was in Coronado. Remember when I went down there with Julie, one of my college friends?”

“Of course Julie took you down there,” her mother said in exasperation. “That’s such a Julie place.”

“Julie did like to have a lot of fun,” Gizella admitted. “But she was harmless in her fun, and she never did heavy drugs or got all crazy. She did like her guys though.” But that was hardly a crime in this day and age.

Just then came a shout from up above. Men came scrambling down; two of them with guns stood at each side of the door, guarding them.

She looked at her parents. “Well, this sounds like progress,” she said.

“How do you figure that?” her dad asked.

“Anything that hurts them,” she said, “is bound to be good for us.”

He looked at her, then smiled and said, “You’re right. This could be a good development.”

“Or it could be the end,” her mom said fearfully.

“Not likely,” he said, in a reassuring tone of voice. “Just give it a few minutes.” At that, they all settled back again and waited.

Gizella studied the two gunmen, committing their faces to memory. Then she smiled and said, “Did the Navy SEALs get here?”

One of their guards looked at her in surprise, then shook his head and said, “No, of course not. They don’t care.”

“Don’t care or don’t know?”

“Either way,” he said, “they’re not coming after you.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because nobody knows where you are,” he said, with a bright smile. But no maliciousness was behind it.

She nodded. “You mean, you hope they don’t know where we are.”

At that, shots rang out on board, and then it went silent. The guard stared fearfully up above.

She whispered, “You should go find out what’s going on, before you get pinned down here, and they sink us.” He looked at her in surprise, but she saw his fear growing in his expression. She nodded encouragingly. “Go check it out at least.”

Casually he rounded the corner of the doorway, and just then a shot rang out. She watched in horror as the back of his head exploded, and he collapsed. Soon enough, two men hopped down, both of them with face masks, dressed in black, their weapons at the ready. They completely searched the area before coming back to them. One of them looked at her and frowned. “Gizella?”

She nodded, then quickly stood.

“Seriously, it’s you, isn’t it?”

She looked at his profile and said, “Hey, Baylor. Am I ever glad to see you!”

“Glad to see me?” he said in a dry low whisper. “You never called.”

She gave him a wry smile. “Believe me, I regret that right now.” It would be him standing right here in front of her. She sagged a bit and said, “My parents need help.”

“No problem,” he said. “I’ve got somebody here who’ll give you a hand. Just hang on a minute. We’ve still got to make sure the boat is secured.”

She turned to her father. “Looks like the SEALs came after all.”

He stared at her in shock, then looked after the man who just disappeared and asked, “Seriously? You know him?”

“It’s Baylor.”

“How can you tell?” her mother asked. “You can’t see anything for all the gear they’re wearing.”

“I just can,” she said, without saying anything further, because how did you explain about how that profile, that stance, that tilt of his shoulders was so recognizable? It was more than just her artistic nature at work. She’d been so damn attracted to him back then. He’d been pushing for more, but she hadn’t been ready. Afterward she had been afraid he’d gone on a mission, and she had no clue what had happened after that.
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Things get really crazy during this rescue as her father is shot. Now with her father in the hospital her mother at his side, Baylor is assigned to keep Gizella safe.

I loved the interactions between him and Gizella, and truly began to wonder if they would actually get together. Hudson, the other bachelor on this team is one of the first to notice the chemistry between them.

This one will keep you on your toes as the Team looks for the kidnappers and the reason behind it all. I truly didn’t see any of this stuff coming.

Action, suspense, interesting revelations and that simmer to sizzle relationship Dale does so well.

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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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The Cajun Werewolf’s Captive – Stormy Weather Book 1 by Selena Blake

The Cajun Werewolf’s Captive
Stormy Weather Book 1
NY Times Bestselling Author
Selena Blake


Sebastian Deveraux is the Alpha of his pack and like all the Deveraux men, he’s sexy as pure sin. He’s waited for decades for just the right woman. For his mate. And ten years ago he’d been sure he’d found her in Amanda St. James. But she’d run from him.

Now she’s back. He’ll do anything to keep her. Even if it means tying her to his bed.

Note: This book was released under a different title: The Cajun’s Captive. The book content is the same.

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When Amanda St. James gets flowers and a note from Sebastian expressing condolences, she knows she has to see him. Instead of ringing to be let in the gate, she climbs over the wall. She thinks she knows what Sebastian is but wants the confirmation or perhaps a confrontation. When she fled into the night leaving him behind she fully expected him to chase, but he didn’t.

The Deveraux brothers and two of their cousins have formed their own pack. Sebastian is their Alpha but now needs a mate, but she left him years ago and hasn’t looked back. That is until she shows up drenched sneaking around on their porch. He’s determined to get answers and his mate. Was she looking for a story or was she back for him?

This is a favorite scene.

She found it hard to formulate an excuse and decided the truth was her best bet.

“I got the flowers. Thank you,” she said and turned back to her own bowl. Chill bumps broke out over her skin as they always did when Sebastian was near. Her nipples began to harden into little peaks. She couldn’t help staring at his fingers, wondering what they would feel like on her skin.

“Flowers?” Jules and Sebastian echoed in unison.

She nodded. “At my father’s funeral. They were beautiful.”

“Funeral?” Sebastian asked. He sounded puzzled.

Unease settled over her and she frowned up at him.

“Yes, Sebastian.” She emphasized his name. “The flowers you sent. Last week, after my father died.”

“You sent her flowers?” André asked, looking pleased.

“I have the note in my car. I thought—” she broke off. Oh, it didn’t matter what she thought. Obviously, she’d been wrong. Again. Just like she had all those years ago. Only last time, she’d had the proof of how foolish her thoughts were from his own mouth.

His secretary had probably sent the stupid flowers, but that didn’t explain how he hadn’t known about the funeral.

He knelt in front of her. “What did you think?” he asked, his tone quiet and seductive.

She glanced over at Jules and then André. He was crazy if he thought she was going to offer a confession. Especially in front of his brothers—

“Leave us,” he bit out.

She jumped at the terse tone and stared, wide-eyed, after Jules and André as they walked out of the room, gumbo in hand.

She fumed. So, he was still playing games, confusing her. Playing the alpha dog and driving a wedge.

“You should be nicer to them,” she said.

“They understand that we need our space.”

“Oh yeah?”

Oui. Now tell me. What did you think when you got this letter?”

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I really need to go. I have a plane to catch. Are my clothes ready?”

“They’re in the wash.” He gripped the arms of her chair. “And you’re not going anywhere.”

His tone had changed to one full of authority, only adding to her rising irritation. The perfect example of hot and cold. He’d been so sweet, so tender two minutes ago and now he was acting like a cave man again.

Why the hell had she even come back here? She could have just sent a thank you card. Honestly, what had she expected? Him to throw open his front door, get down on his knees and profess his undying love for her? Admit his stupidity at letting her go in the first place, and then for not coming after her for nine years?

Hah. Like that was going to happen.

Gathering her wits, she shoved the chair back and stood.

“You know what Sebastian—”

“What?” He was toe-to-toe with her, crowding her. She took a step back, but he followed, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

She swallowed. No. Her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. There was a danger in him—

His cell phone rang, and she watched his smooth movements as he answered the call. His gaze never left hers as he spoke a handful of words to whoever was on the other end of the line.

“I’ll take care of it. Thank you.”

Well, at least he was still cordial. Underneath the Alpha dog was a gentleman. A terrier perhaps. No. A wolf. Make no mistake, Amanda. He’s part wolf. Part animal. A hunter.

She stepped back again, fear and curiosity warring with the little voice that told her not to give up. Not to give in. Stand tall. But another voice told her that she didn’t really know him. She didn’t know anything at all. She didn’t know what he was, what he was called, did he shift at full moon, at will? What? It was that same little voice that had so long ago urged her to run.

Perhaps it made her a coward, but when it came to her heart she was a coward. Sadly, she could remember the exact day, the exact moment she’d become a coward.

“Thanks for the gumbo.” She straightened her spine. “You’ll understand if I have your robe sent to you.”

With that, she turned and fled the kitchen. She ran across the pine floors toward the front door. She’d crawl through the mud if it meant finding her keys. Clutching the robe around her, she reached for the doorknob.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the air.

“Put me down!”

“Not gonna happen, chѐrie.”

“Put me down this instant, Sebastian.” Her voice was full of heat and censure.

He slung her over his shoulder enjoying the feel of her small squirming body. He knew he shouldn’t get so excited by her helpless struggles, but he couldn’t help himself. She beat her small fists against his back as if that would make a difference.

He laughed and nipped at the flesh of her hip. “Not on your life, sweetheart. We’ve gotta get on the road.”

“The road?”

Oui. Hurricane’s a comin’. Gotta get the cabin ready. Burke and Laurent are still tied up so that leaves me. Don’t want any broken windows.” He knew he could’ve had Jules or André make the drive to batten down the hatches. But the cabin was deeper in the bayou, far enough away for secrets to remain hidden. And he’d already planned on taking care of it himself.

Jules comments had given him a lot to think about and he needed some time alone to mull everything over.

But now that Manda was with him…they could get to the bottom of everything.

He had plans for that gorgeous body of hers. He couldn’t wait to feel her feminine curves against him, under him. Her tight sheath around his cock as he slid in and out of her, bringing them both to the brink of ecstasy. The bayou was perfect for what he had in mind and no one could hear her scream his name.

“There’s no reason for me to go with you,” she insisted, sounding a little more panicked now and a lot more breathless.

“Sure, there is, chérie.” Sebastian opened the front door and stepped out into the hot damp air.

“I don’t think so.” She kicked, her knee nailing him in the gut.

“Hold still, woman! I don’ wanna hurt you.”

That got her attention. She froze atop his shoulder.

He cursed beneath his breath and started down the stairs toward the garage. The rain showered down on them, soaking the thin fabric of his T-shirt, but he hardly noticed.

“You know I would never hurt you, Manda. Do not even think it.”

She was silent for several long moments as if she was mulling over his words. Good.

“Just let me go, Sebastian. I have a job, a life in New York!” she pleaded.

“And some boyfriend up there as well, no doubt.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Really? No boyfriend.” He entered the garage and pulled his key chain from his pocket. His investigator hadn’t reported any man in Amanda’s life for several years but hearing the confirmation from her lips was all the sweeter. Did she still pine for him the way he did for her?

“Really. Now. Put. Me. Down!”

“Can’t. You’ve seen too much.” That much was true. “And besides, traffic has been grounded at the airport thanks to the storm.”
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Although Sebastian does tie her up to keep her from running, she really isn’t captive to anything more than the storm and her love for this wolf.

There’s so much to resolve between these two, and I really think Sebastian is a bit clueless at times.

A short fun read with lots of snark and some sizzling heat!

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An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at

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The Stunning Series Conclusion! A SEAL’s Triumph – SEALs of Chance Creek Book 10 by Cora Seton

A SEAL’s Triumph
SEALs of Chance Creek Book 10
USA Today Bestselling Author
Cora Seton


He’s bound to the past. She believes in the future

Lieutenant Walker Norton might be cynical, but he isn’t a broken man—yet. Raised to understand the looming catastrophe of climate change, promised to a woman he doesn’t love, he long ago decided to live a life of service to his country, family and friends. It’s enough—until he meets Avery Lightfoot and realizes he wants so much more.

Love means everything to Avery. Witness to her parents’ wonderful marriage, she’s long waited to meet her soulmate, act in romantic movies and start a family. Now it’s all in reach. But Walker can’t marry her until he’s released from his vow—and when Elizabeth Blaine arrives at Base Camp, it’s clear she’s ready to claim Walker for herself.

Elizabeth doesn’t love him and doesn’t want him—so why is she determined to ruin his life? Walker has forty days to find an answer before he’ll have to choose between honoring the past or seizing the future he craves.

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With this book we get a prelude that catches you up to the present. The book opens just a few steps back from where the last one ended. It’s early morning, before the film crews come out, and Avery sees something wrong with one of the Bison, the one she calls Ruth. Yes she’s named the Bison. She calls for Walker and together they watch as Ruth gives birth, a beautiful moment that almost ends with a kiss. However the film crew shows up and it becomes a request for just one more day.

We see Boone come in with just the one short stick before Angus and Win’s wedding. Kind of a moot point but a tradition of sorts, We also learn how Walker managed to not pull the short one until today. It wasn’t just luck. Looking forward to the wedding and dancing with Avery at the reception, no one was more surprised than him when his grandmother Sue shows up with Elizabeth at her side. Both clearly determined for him to keep his promise. That doesn’t make any sense to him when the last time they spoke they agreed to put an end to it.

Avery is taken aback by the beauty of the newcomer, wondering why Walker would want her when Elizabeth was everything she’s not. Things don’t get any better when instead of Walker going to his grandmother’s for a confrontation about the past, Elizabeth shows up at Base Camp to stay.

She’s not offering Walker any explanations, and Boone decides they need a back-up husband for Avery in order for her to stay on the show. To say things are about to get interesting is an understatement.

This is a favorite scene.

“Because Walker is going to marry Elizabeth?” she prompted. “And you’re going to shunt me out here in the suburbs away from everyone else? Is that your plan?”

She couldn’t believe Boone had the guts to try to spin it as a good thing.

“I’m not shunting you anywhere. I’m trying to tell you you’re still part of Base Camp no matter what Walker does.”

Still part of Base Camp? Had that ever been in question?

Fury flooded her. She’d come to Westfield the same day he had.

“These new houses are roomier, for one thing,” Boone went on. “We’ve figured out a way to make them more efficient so we can up the footprint, and we’ve got an improved system for piping water to them, and—” He caught sight of her face, ran both hands over his short hair, then held them to the sky. “Look, I don’t want this either, but Walker’s ties to the reservation…” He shrugged. “I don’t understand how it all works. It’s like Sue has something over him.”

“If he wants to marry Elizabeth, he can.” She crossed her arms over her chest, struggling to contain the pain threatening to overtake her. She’d be damned if she was going to live in the new settlement away from all her friends, no matter what he said.

It’s just a few hundred yards away, she told herself sternly, but she knew it wouldn’t be the same. She’d be lumped in with the newcomers, and Elizabeth would take her place as a founding member of Base Camp. How was it fair that Riley, Savannah and Nora, who’d come here with her, were getting everything they wanted while she was being pushed aside? What had she ever done to deserve being treated like this?

“He wants you,” Boone said bluntly. “But want comes second to honor with Walker. You know that.”

His understanding surprised her. “What does Elizabeth have on him?”

“Wish I knew, but I don’t. There are some parts of his life he keeps zipped up.”

She took a ragged breath. “So you can’t help.”

“Not with that.”

“Hang on,” Renata interjected. She held up a finger, and everyone paused while she pulled out her phone and took a call. Avery exchanged a puzzled glance with Boone. Renata never stopped filming, especially in the middle of getting footage that would definitely land on the show. When she hung up, she was smiling. “I’m so glad you’re here, Avery. It’s perfect timing.”

“For what?” Avery didn’t think she could take much more today.

“You asked Boone for a backup husband a while back, didn’t you?”

Avery groaned. “And then Fulsom said I have to have one whether I want to or not. Boone Rudman, tell me you didn’t put out an ad for a husband for me.”

“You knew I had to,” he said defensively, “but I haven’t started going through responses yet. I was letting them pile up.”

“Well, I have,” Renata said. “I found you the perfect backup husband. His name is Gabe Reller, and his cab just pulled into the parking lot. Let’s go. We’ll meet him at the bunkhouse.”

Disbelief flooded Avery. “You got me a backup husband? You can’t be serious,” she hissed at Renata. “You’re supposed to be a friend.”

“I am a friend. Fulsom will kick you off the show if you don’t have one. Wouldn’t you rather I pick him out than Boone?”

“I suppose so.”

“I’m good at picking out backups,” Boone put in.

Renata ignored him. There was nothing for it but to follow everyone else to the parking area. What kind of man had Renata picked out for her? Who would want the job?

“Gabe is a scientist. Something to do with climate change, which is what caught my eye. Seems really nice. Maybe you’ll like him.” Renata marched on, everyone else trailing her.

Avery stalked past her toward the bunkhouse, burning for the chance to tell this interloper where he could get off.

When she arrived there, however, Elizabeth was already squaring off with the stranger, a muscular blond man wearing what looked to Avery like high-end hiking gear. She had one hand on her hip, the other wagging in the man’s face, but when she caught sight of Avery, she cut off mid-sentence. Both of them watched her approach, Elizabeth warily, the man with a speculative look in his eyes.

“You the guy who thinks he’s hot shit enough to be my backup husband?” Avery asked him.

To her surprise, Elizabeth laughed. The man scowled.


“Gabe Reller. I know. What I don’t know is why you’re barging in here where you’re not wanted.” She crossed her arms, hoping to look intimidating.

“That’s exactly what I asked him,” Elizabeth said crisply.

“That’s rich. You barged in where you’re not wanted, too,” Jess called out from behind her camera.

“Pipe down!” Renata barked at her.


Gabe smiled ruefully. “Barging in where I’m not wanted seems to be my specialty,” he admitted. “I’m here because I’m dying to check out Base Camp for myself and see if I can help in some way. A friend turned me on to the show, and I’ve been watching it avidly ever since.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Don’t trust him, Avery. Anyone can tell he’s one of those guys who thinks everything’s about him. Believe me, I know his type—I work with men like him all the time.”

Avery glanced at the crew ringing them. They were loving this.

“What makes you think you can help?” she asked Gabe.

“Don’t encourage him,” Elizabeth said.

What was her problem? Renata had said he was a climate scientist. Had they crossed paths before? “Do you know him or something?” Avery demanded.

“I know his type,” she snapped. “Do-gooders who don’t believe in mixing politics with science.”

“Maybe that’s because mixing the two can be dangerous,” he countered.

Was there such thing as rival wildfire scientists? Avery wasn’t sure, but Gabe and Elizabeth were glaring at each other like lifelong enemies.

“Aren’t you happy Gabe is here?” Avery asked Elizabeth. “You came to steal Walker from me. You should be glad I have a backup husband.”

“Exactly what I was telling her before you came,” Gabe said smugly.

Elizabeth blinked. “You know what? You’re right. I don’t care what you do. Invite him to stay. Marry him if you want to.”

“Maybe I will.” Avery looked over Gabe frankly. Anyone who could rile up Elizabeth was okay in her books. “I could do worse, I guess.”

“Thanks a lot,” Gabe said dryly.

“Whatever.” Elizabeth stepped into the bunkhouse and shut the door behind her.

“You sure got on her bad side fast,” Avery said.

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m not here to marry her. Now what do we do?” he added. “Like I said, I watch Base Camp. I know you want to marry Walker Norton, and I understand you probably aren’t too pleased to see me, but will you at least show me around before you kick me out?”

She supposed she could do that. She liked Gabe’s forthrightness. They could use some of that around here. “We have to travel in groups,” she informed him. “Someone was sneaking around the place last night.” She turned to Boone. “Should we give Gabe a tour?”

“What’s going on out here?” Walker came out of the bunkhouse, and Avery wondered if Elizabeth had said something about Gabe’s arrival. Maybe Walker needed a reminder why it would be worth the discomfort of standing up to Sue in order to save their relationship.

“This is my backup husband, Gabe Reller,” she told him. “I’m about to give him a tour of the place.” She took Gabe’s arm. “What would you like to see first?”
Seton, Cora. A SEAL’s Triumph (Kindle Locations 1237-1296). One Acre Press. Kindle Edition.

Just when you think things can’t get worse, what with an intruder they can’t catch, surveyors from Montague, Elizabeth on her cell phone and Gabe’s glares, and reports from Star News cutting down all the good the show is doing with personal attacks, they do. One that I never saw coming.

I love seeing Alice and her sisters as well as the maze from the ‘Brides of Chance Creek’ Series, apparently that comes after this one but I’ve already read it.

This book is full of surprises and we all know Elizabeth has to be up to something, and so does Gabe, the question is what.
All I’m going to say is I spent a lot of time almost in tears and holding my breath that things work out.

I really can’t wait to see what Cora comes up with next and in the meantime I have a few series to catch up on!

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

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

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Bewitched By His Fated Mate – Stigward: New Orleans Book 1 By Selena Blake

Bewitched By His Fated Mate
Stigward: New Orleans Book 1
NY Times Bestselling Author
Selena Blake


Bloody hell. How inconvenient.

Werewolf Byron Adwell prides himself on his hard-won self-control.

He’s hours away from beginning the most important job of his life. What seemed like a harmless drink with his new team suddenly feels like fate is meddling. His restraint is tested like never before the moment he spots her.

The gorgeous green-eyed, raven-haired witch has a magnetic energy that calls to him like a siren. She walked straight out of his dreams into the exclusive New Orleans club for paranormals.

What’s more, she makes him want to forget all his training, his plans, his duty.

This can’t be happening. Not here. Not now.

Not with the lives of the six resident Stigward Guardians in Byron’s hands. His time, focus and dedication must be on them, on his work.

He absolutely, positively does not have time for a mate.

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For once I am starting a series at the beginning and this one is going to be good.

Cassia is a bartender at Club G, an exclusive club for paranormals in New Orleans. She’s a talented witch and making some drinks is a show worth watching as is her subtle yet effective handling of obnoxious patrons.

Byron is starting the most important job of his life in the morning, but tonight he is out with the people he would be working with and also getting some training. Gael is leaving the position Byron is beginning, butler for the Stigwards. The position is far more than the word implies. It’s a stepping stone to training and the next level of protectors.

From the moment he entered the bar, Byron was very aware of the beautiful bartender. He immediately sensed she’s his mate but this was not the time. He can’t afford to lose his focus, he’d been working his entire life for this opportunity and he wasn’t going to mess it up.

Cassia on the other hand while attracted to Byron isn’t opposed to a fling. She also can’t fall in love but for another reason entirely. She could however entice and possibly get him to walk her home. Something she succeeds at.

This is a favorite scene.

The crowd had thinned to a trickle, but he still sat with Gael, looking observant in a way that made her skin flush. The rest of the team had left a while ago. As much as he’d been keeping an eye on her, she’d been watching him. Her divided attention had cost her a frosty beer mug, but his strong jaw and wide shoulders were worth a broken glass or two.

She smiled as she wiped down the bar.

“Why don’t you head out? I’ve got this,” Xavier said, handing over her share of the tips. She tucked it into her front pocket with a quick thank you.

Cassia glanced at the lone couple swaying in the middle of the dance floor. Maddie, the curvy, strawberry-blonde from earlier, had snagged a hottie of her own.

And he only had eyes for her. They seemed completely in tune with each other as they moved ever so slightly to a slow song.

Cassia’s gaze skipped past the couple to Byron. A strong name for a seemingly powerful man. He looked like he should be a pro football player. American, not the real football. And his jaw… holy smokes, his jawline.

“See you tomorrow,” she said to Xavier, heading for the break room. After gathering her things and slipping into her leather jacket, she returned to the club floor.

Byron’s blue eyes flicked her way as if he’d been waiting for her.

A girl could get used to that.

Even though her apartment was only an eight-minute stroll away, and she wasn’t particularly scared of the dark, she felt like a little company.

“Any of you fine gentlemen want to walk a lady home?”

Byron shot a quick glance to Gael and then Alistar. What was that about?

Gael gave him an almost imperceptible nod, and she wasn’t sure she appreciated Byron needing permission to see her.

But when he said “Happy to, love,” with the dreamiest trace of an accent, all was forgiven and forgotten.


She was old enough to have heard it all, but seriously, there was something about the way the word love rolled off a British tongue.

Offering him a smile, she took a step back and then headed up the stairs to the mezzanine. Again, she felt Byron’s gaze as if it was a genuine caress. Up her calves, thighs, ass, higher still to her waist.

It’d been a long time since Cassia had experienced such a delicious hyper-awareness. And to be honest, feeling so connected, so curious was new.

Primož, their bouncer, gave her a nod and wished her a good night. His gaze locked on Byron, giving him a once over.

Out on the sidewalk, she took a deep breath of the humid air. The sky was cloudless and inky, but she couldn’t see any stars thanks to all the city lights. It was quiet, by New Orleans’ standards, and there weren’t many people out and about.

That was fine by her. The only person who mattered was at her side.

“Mind if we take a detour? The river’s really peaceful this time of night.”

A quick glance at his profile had her insides turning to mush again.

“Not at all.”

They fell into a companionable silence, and she surprised herself by not rushing to fill it with idle chatter. Somehow, he followed her lead without feeling like he was following. But beneath his calm exterior, she sensed a potent energy, and could tell that he was aware of everything going on around them. Every shadow. Every doorway.

“So, you’re the new butler at the Stigward House,” she said, as they strolled down St. Ann Street toward Jackson Square.

It wouldn’t be long before local artists returned, setting up their wares around the perimeter of the park. Colorful paintings would cover the iron fence. Tables boasting brilliant clothes would dot the stone path, and women would sit ready to read tarot cards.

Tourists flocked to the Square most days, steeping in the history and culture. And while that was great for the city and its bottom line, such people were easy pickings for unscrupulous vampires. That was partly why the Stigward had such a strong presence here. Only vamps with a death wish were crazy enough to hunt on Stigward turf.

“As of tomorrow,” he responded in that deep, luxurious voice. “Though Gael will stay on a while to mitigate the transition.”

That explained a lot, actually. How stoic he was, for starters. She hadn’t noticed him fidgeting, picking at invisible lint or bouncing a foot. He seemed completely at ease with his surroundings. Who knew calmness could be so sexy?

The vest helped.

She cut him a look.

And those shoulders. Good grief.

Had she mentioned his biceps? They filled out the button-down shirt fabulously.

But it was more than an innate sense of confidence and incredible physique that set him apart from so many of the immortals she’d met. Where they oozed cockiness, he radiated calm. Where other males were brash and liked to show off how strong they were, Byron was quiet, watchful. She bet he didn’t miss a single detail.

Because she was extra aware of the energy others gave off, being around someone with such a tight leash on himself was almost intoxicating.

And at the same time… a challenge.

He might be brand new to the Stigward team, but she already sensed a protectiveness in him.

“I have a feeling you’re going to be very good at it.”

He and Gael hadn’t let the team sit without a drink for any length of time. And they had not given any of the waitresses a chance to take their order, either. The butlers took care of their Stigwardians at home, and away.

Years ago, she’d learned that a Stigward butler preferred drinks go right from the bartender’s hand to his. There was less opportunity for any funny business, and a Stigwardian couldn’t be too careful.

They were much loved, but also much hated. There were those who’d try to bring them down by any means. One by one, if they had to.

Cassia had always been slightly fascinated with the Stigwardians. Though she knew the local crew by name, they kept to themselves. She felt safe when the elite warriors were around. But she wasn’t a groupie, by any stretch.

Except, she thought, giving Byron another sideways glance, he might be the exception.

“How long have you been in New Orleans?” she asked, as they crossed the railroad tracks that ran parallel to the park, and the Mighty Mississippi river.

“Since last Friday, actually. I’ve been familiarizing myself with the city and the shops. How about you?”

“I grew up here. But that was ages ago. And I was away for a while.”

“Seeing the world?”

“As much as I could.”

A large ship powered beneath the iconic Crescent City bridge. As it drew closer, its mammoth shape blotted out the other side of the Mississippi.

A sharp breeze whipped her hair around her face.

She couldn’t begin to guess how many hours she’d stood on the brick path or sat on one of the benches watching ships ferry cargo up and down the river. It was a true artery of America, and she often wondered what was in the big, metal containers.

“You enjoy this,” he said, staring down at her, a thoughtful expression softening his features.

The ornate lamps behind them cast his blond hair in a honeyed light. She half turned and smiled up at him. Gracious, he was tall.

“I do. I love watching all the boats go by, wondering where they’re going. Where they’re coming from.”

“There’s probably an app that will tell you all that.”

“I know. But that ruins the mystery.”

Somehow, he seemed closer even though she was sure he hadn’t moved. He glanced over the top of her head and once again, she got the feeling that he was ensuring her safety.

But then those pale-blue eyes met hers, and she felt like she was the center of his universe. So much attention, such keen focus and all dedicated to her.

Her stomach fluttered, and her hands twitched with the desire to smooth up his chest. This close, she could see how impeccably tailored his clothing was. From the fit of the vest to the polish of his leather shoes.

Did he do everything well? She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to find out.

His gaze narrowed on her lips. “You like mystery?”
Selena Blake. Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf: A Stormy Weather Story (Kindle Locations 2251-2319).

We learn about the Stigward protectors, what they do and how they work. Byron does manage to pursue Cassia but at first he does it as a warning of a danger around the club.

There’s suspense and intrigue entwined with the magical setting of New Orleans. The romance that simmers before it sizzles is really just icing on this tale.

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

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An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at

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Saving Leather – Brotherhood Protectors World/The Saving Series Book 3 by Jen Talty

Saving Leather
Brotherhood Protectors World
The Saving Series Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Leather Wellington made his money the old-fashioned way: he won it playing poker. He’s at the top of his game and he’s not about to let a couple of death threats stand in his way. However, he will do what he always does; he’ll hire a bodyguard.

However, he’s not prepared to come face-to-face with the woman who stole his heart, twice, and trust her with his life.
But he’s left with no choice. Not if he wants to play and no way will he let the enemies of the past ruin his future.

Lacey “Lace” Brown had only ever wanted to be a sailor, so when her career in the Navy comes to an abrupt halt, she opts to take a job with the Brotherhood Protectors. Her first assignment is to protect the infamous gambler, Leather Wellington, which goes against everything she believes in, but she will do exactly what she’s hired to do, even when she finds out the truth, because sometimes it is the truth that will set you free from the scars of the past.

The Brotherhood Protector’s latest hire Lacey ‘Lace Brown has some secrets. Most of them Hank Patterson has uncovered, but some he has not. Those secrets concern her first bodyguard assignment, but also make her perfect for the task. She left the Navy instead of reenlisting after her husband died and she discovered he’d been cheating on her, not necessarily in that order.

Leather is a professional poker player and the tournament he’s entered is one of the top paying ones. It’s also the game he could come out of as the top player in the US. Every year he enters this one and every year he gets threats, this year is different though. The previous threats have never threatened anyone but him, this one also threatens to harm his mother.

Lacey’s family is well known in Vegas, at one point in time it was expected that her and Leather would be King and Queen of the Strip. Something she never wanted and when her father was gunned down she joined the Navy and never looked back. Leather got out another way but he still returns to Vegas for these tournaments, it makes him feel closer to Lacey even if she’s not there.

First Lacey has to convince him she’s perfect for this job and the one to help him finish what he started years ago.

This is a favorite scene.

Leather nodded. “We need to be sensitive to the fact that you being my bodyguard will stir up a lot of chatter and bring a shit ton of attention to me, and I don’t think that’s what I need between wanting to win this tournament and wanting to keep myself and my mom alive.”

“Or maybe it’s exactly what we both need to finally put this shit to bed.”

He arched a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll be honest. I still think you’re a cheater and nothing but a con artist. But if your story about the Feds pans out, I’d like to finish what you started.” She’d lost her fucking marbles if she thought this was going to be a good plan. First, Hank would probably fire her if he knew what she was planning on doing during company time.

And second, only a thief could trust a thief and she wasn’t one of those, so she was clearly making a huge mistake, but nothing would make her feel better than to put Big Jim and Brady Wilson behind bars. Maybe her brother wouldn’t get caught in the crosshairs and he’d do the right thing, but she doubted it and she couldn’t worry about him either.

“You want to take down Big Jim and his crew of corrupt gamblers?”

She nodded.

“That’s fucking bold and Hank’s not going to go for it.”

“Hank’s already decided there are things about this assignment he doesn’t want to know.”

“That’s true,” Leather said. “He’s told me if I don’t want you, he’d assign someone else.”

Fuck. She hadn’t expected that, though she should have known. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t want anyone getting hurt, and the last time I tried to do the right thing, your father and two innocent men were killed.”

“My father was a bad man who had good people murdered because he didn’t like the way they looked at him, so no tears were shed over his death.”

“If you came with me to Vegas, it would be a big fuck you to Big Jim and that would just be poking the hornets’ nest and that wouldn’t accomplish anything. I want to get through the week without controversy, without anyone dying, and I want to win. If you catch whoever is threatening me, great—”

“Stop. You didn’t tell me all this shit because you want me to tell Hank to send someone else. You told me so I’d do something.” She stretched out her arm and helped him to a sitting position. “My brother knows we were messing around. He used it to try to get money out of me.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I know. But we can use it when we go to Vegas.”

“I wouldn’t want to tarnish your husband’s memory that way.”

She choked on her own breath. “Are you serious? After what I told you about Mitch, you’re going to say that?”

He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears. “You were in a lot of emotional pain the last time I saw you. You’d just found out that your husband had not only betrayed you, but he up and died on you and you couldn’t even be mad at him, much less get an explanation as to why he did what he did. And you couldn’t talk to anyone because that would just make you look like a bitch.”

She shoved his hand away. “I don’t need a recap of what happened.”

“Have you told anyone besides me?”

“No.” For the last year, she’d been trying to forgive her husband’s infidelity, if he had indeed cheated, though she was pretty sure he had. However, he wasn’t alive to defend himself and maybe there was a logical explanation on why she’d found a burner phone in his belongings with sexy text messages from some woman.

And maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her when she saw the same woman whose picture had been all over the phone at the funeral.

“Lace, you don’t have to go through this alone.” He palmed her cheek. His big chocolate eyes stared back at her, warming her heart as if there were another soul who understood.

Who cared.

“I know what it’s like to be betrayed like that and it’s not—”

“You don’t know shit.” She pushed his hand away. “You caught your wife in bed with her publicist. You got to confront her and you got to have that conversation with Casey, the bitch. I have no idea what happened or why Mitch was talking to some woman on a burner phone or why she was lurking in the shadows of his funeral. I have no closure, so don’t go patronizing me.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You mentioned your brother knowing about us. How does that help?”

“He thought that I’d be worried about our little romp in the hay becoming page six news. I told him to go ahead and leak it to the press.”

“I wonder why he didn’t call your bluff.” Leather folded up the blanket and stuffed it into his satchel. “I mean, no one ever came to me asking about a relationship with you.”

“He wanted me to give him money, so there was no point.” She put her foot in Leather’s hands and climbed back up on Night Fever.

“For the record, I don’t cheat at cards and I’d love to prove that to you.”

“Then let me be your bodyguard in Vegas.” She couldn’t believe she was even proposing this. She would come face-to-face with some people she’d rather never lay eyes on again. People who thought she’d been the next Queen of the Strip. People who, if given the chance, would off her just so they could take her place. “And let’s put an end to my uncle’s crime ring once and for all.” She grabbed Leather by the shirt. “That is if you’re really one of the good guys.”
Jen Talty. Saving Leather – A Brotherhood Protectors Novella: Saving Series Book 3 (Kindle Locations 524-569).

Vegas comes alive in this book with all the glitter, gambling, cheating, and so much more.

Lacey’s brother and uncle are both pieces of work but only one is truly dangerous. As information begins to come together so do some of the pieces of the past.

Plenty of twists and turns as Lace and Leather take their relationship to the next level with some sizzling heat and take care of the past once and for all.

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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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Hit Me With Your Best Scot – Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 3 by Suzanne Enoch

Hit Me With Your Best Scot
Wild Wicked Highlanders Book 3
NY Times Bestselling Author
Suzanne Enoch


The MacTaggert brothers have one task:
Find English brides or lose their land!

Coll MacTaggert, Viscount Glendarril, is a big, brawny Highlander who doesn’t like being told what to do―not even by his exasperated English mother who is determined to see her eldest son wedded and bedded. However, when he comes to the rescue of an irresistibly beautiful woman, Coll discovers that he may have found his perfect match…

The challenge isn’t that Persephone Jones is famous, wealthy, independent, and smarter than anyone he knows. The problem is that she isn’t interested in marrying any man—especially not a hot-headed Scot―even if he is the only man who seems to understand who she really is even when she’s not sure herself. When Coll learns that Persephone is actually a lady-in-hiding and someone is willing to kill her for what she stands to inherit…Well, Coll has never been one to turn down a fight. When hearts are involved, nothing comes between a Highlander and his lady.

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Lady Aldriss left the Highlands and her husband seventeen years ago. She left her sons and took her daughter, but there were stipulations attached when she left. Their sons would marry English women before their daughter weds. The problem here is the men involved have never been to England and with their sister Eloise engaged they are on a time limit. Nigel and Aden have found their brides and fortunately love as well. That leaves Coll to find a bride and now he’s only got four weeks to do it.

In the last book Eloise’s fiance and Aden’s bride’s brother Matthew Harris made a huge mistake, and Coll’s about to give him a reminder of what he promised. His mother has once again ambushed him at the theatre with two more eligible woman, and he’s leaving, again.

Coll is determined to find his own wife, but hasn’t found anyone with whom he could see himself spending the rest of his life. That is until he pays to be backstage at the performance of ‘As You Like It’.

The leading lady Mrs. Persephone Jones, is a very talented and beautiful woman. Her admirers are of all types but they don’t see her they see the character she happens to portray. Coll is different, and she’s glad to have encouraged him when her current ‘protector’ decides he wants her to pay up, or rather put out.

This is just the first time Coll protects her by booting the man out then escorting her to her carriage. There is a definite attraction between them and it’s more than perfect. Coll can now taunt his mother with having found a woman to marry, knowing she will not approve the match. Persephone is an actress and a commoner, certainly not suitable for Viscount Glendarril.

As Coll pursues Persephone, a string of ‘accidents’ begin. All of which could have caused her death. These two start heating up rapidly as Coll becomes her lover as well as her protector. The problem is he really does want her for his wife.

A fun tale with intrigue, mystery, betrayal, surprises and a sizzling romance.

I really have to go back and read the first book in this series.

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Suzanne Enoch

A lifelong lover of books, Suzanne Enoch has been writing them since she learned to read. She is the author of two well-received traditional Regencies, 24 and counting England-set Historical Romances, four contemporary Romantic Suspense novels, and a growing number of Scottish Highlands Historical Romances including the October 2016 release of HERO IN THE HIGHLANDS (Book One in the No Ordinary Hero trilogy).

A native and current resident of Southern California, Suzanne lives with a green parakeet named Kermit, some very chirpy finches, and a small army of Star Wars figures (including a life-size Yoda). Her books regularly appear on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists, and when she’s not busily working on her next book or staging fights with action figures, she likes to read, play video games, and go to the movies with her large and supportive village.

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