Whiskey Smash – It’s All In The Whiskey Book 7 By Jen Talty

Whiskey Smash
It’s All In The Whiskey Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Two years ago, Hayden Fox wasn’t sure she would walk again, much ride a bucking bronco. Being on the backside of a horse was bittersweet and while being a cowgirl was all she’d ever dreamed of, it came at a price.

One she knew this time she might pay with her life. However, she didn’t know what else to do. Her uncle had paid all her bills. He’d made sure she was well-taken care of and he never let her forget he’d given up everything to ensure she had the best doctors and the best training money could buy.

For the last ten years, Sawyer Lawson has been making his way from one country bar stage to the next. All he cared about was plucking his guitar, keeping his head, and staying out of trouble.

Only trouble had a way of finding him and this time it came in the form of a sexy cowgirl who needs the same kind of help that once landed Sawyer behind bars.

Hayden Fox is going to make a comeback, she has to make some good money to get her Uncle out of debt and away from her for good.

Sawyer sings at Boone’s, performing his own songs and hoping to connect to the audience. He’s a loner, with little interest in the women who proposition him. Often he slips out the back and walks home at the end of the night. It’s at the end of that walk he first meets Hayden.

This is a favorite scene.

However, when he stepped up on the shared front porch and found a young lady sitting on the swing by herself with a glass of wine, he wasn’t sure what to think, much less say or do.

“Hey there,” he said, deciding he couldn’t be rude, though he might consider using the back entrance from now on. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be social. Okay. He didn’t. It was just that this part of singing was fake, and he preferred to let the music speak for itself.

However, having a conversation with his neighbor wasn’t the same. It was a normalcy he needed to let into his life.

She raised her glass. “Hi.”

“We haven’t really had a chance to meet. I’m Sawyer Lawson. I rent the upstairs apartment.”

“The name is Hayden Fox, and my uncle Kevin and I rent the lower level.”

Sawyer had wished he could have afforded the four-bedroom apartment that made up the rest of the house, but instead he occupied the one-bedroom loft of the Cape Cod style home that might as well be a studio but who was he to complain. He had a roof over his head and every night he got to sing and thus far, for the last eighteen months, he hadn’t had to move because of his past.

However, his past always had a way of catching up to him and he was already considering moving on. He’d even gotten a couple of gigs a few towns away, just to check things out.

They weren’t Boone’s and Sawyer hadn’t the inclination to pack up just yet.

“Your uncle?” Sawyer leaned against the railing and folded his arms. He remembered the morning he’d been woken from a sound sleep when Hayden and her uncle had moved in. “I’m glad you clarified that.”

She rocked back and forth, sipping her wine, staring off into the night. She’d pulled her long blond hair into a high ponytail and she wore a pair of faded jeans, cowboy boots, and a red-and-white shirt tucked neatly into her slacks. She had a slender figure. Or at least he assumed she did, but it was hard to tell because her clothes were a tad baggy.

And he was surprised she wore a long-sleeved shirt when it was close to seventy-five degrees out.

He found himself slowly checking out the way she carried herself, looking for other signs.


Just because a woman wore long sleeves in the middle of summer didn’t mean anything.

“The older couple next door might mistake your uncle for a dirty old man who likes young girls.” Sawyer laughed. “And if they thought it, I’m sure that rumor is spreading like wildfire through this small town.”

She cocked her head. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Should I?”

“No. Not necessarily.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “I’ve been away from the rodeo for a couple of years, but most people around here know who I am and why I left.”

“Sorry. I barely know how to ride a horse and even though I’ve lived here for a year and everyone knows my name, I don’t think I know anyone but Boone and Crew and maybe a couple of the Whiskey brothers, but I always get them confused.”

She looked him up and down with a smirk. “You dress like a country boy. You sing like a country boy. But you can’t ride a horse? That’s shameful.”

He shrugged. “I was born and raised a city slicker. What can I say.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man she called uncle strolling down the street.

She stopped swinging.

“You should be in bed, young lady,” her uncle said, waving his fingers. “And you certainly shouldn’t be drinking while training.”

“It’s just one glass to unwind and last time I checked, I was a grown-up.” Hayden leaned forward and groaned as she stood.

Sawyer reached out and curled his fingers around her forearm. “Are you okay?”

She shrugged free. “I’m fine.” She handed the wineglass to her uncle, then placed both hands on her back and stretched. “Sawyer, this is my uncle Kevin.”

“You’re the singer at Boone’s place,” Kevin said.

Sawyer winced as he watched Hayden twist her body and contort her face. He’d seen that look before on his mother’s face, though never in public. She always did her best to hide the pain and to cover up the shame whenever they were around other people. Whatever was going on with Hayden, it was out in the open and Sawyer should mind his own fucking business.

Something else that often got him in trouble and forced him to have to move on.

“I am.” “You’re pretty good,” Kevin said.


Kevin opened the door to the downstairs apartment. “Too bad we won’t be able to appreciate your music too often, but between my early morning work schedule and my niece’s training and traveling, we’ll be really busy, but it was nice meeting you.” He took Hayden by the arm and guided her through the door. “I’m sure you’re a stand-up guy, but my niece is trying to get her career back on track. I’d appreciate it if you kept your distance.” Kevin turned on his heel and tugged the door closed, clicking the lock.

Then the deadbolt.

The hair on the back of Sawyer’s neck stood straight up.

He ran a hand across his short, thick hair.

Something didn’t add up. He pulled out his cell, tapped on the internet icon app, and typed in Hayden’s name.

A few articles, images, and YouTube videos came up.

He scanned the headlines.

Hayden Fox may be only sixteen, but she’s going to give Cheyenne Hawkins a run for her money.
Hayden Fox is favored to make a clean sweep at the Twin City Rodeo.
Tragedy nearly takes Hayden Fox’s life.
Hayden Fox may never walk again.
Hayden Fox was seen leaving the Whiskey Ranch last month, making everyone wonder if she’s going to make a comeback.

Sawyer tapped the YouTube video of the accident that nearly crippled Hayden. It took eight seconds before he had to turn away. “Jesus,” he muttered. He blinked, watching the rest of the video, which was only nine minutes, documenting her recovery.

No wonder she wore clothes covering herself up if all this was true about her injuries.

The light in the front room flicked off.

At least she had someone who stood by her and helped to take care of her, even if he seemed a little rough around the edges.
Jen Talty. Whiskey Smash: It’s All In The Whiskey (Kindle Locations 258-311). Jupiter Press.

There is far more in play than Hayden knows. Her uncle is in far more trouble than he believes.

Sawyer knows a lot more than he’s telling as well, but much comes out as he and Hayden start a relationship.

Some intrigue combined with a simmer to sizzle romance.

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Jen Talty

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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Release Day! Fighting the Fire – Warrior Fight Club Book 3 By Laura Kaye

Fighting the Fire
Warrior Fight Club Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Laura Kaye


One night is never enough…

For firefighter Sean Riddick, Warrior Fight Club keeps the demons of his past at bay, even though it means seeing Daniela England. Her ball-busting sarcasm drives him nuts, and he knows he’s damaged goods anyway, but he can’t help but remember how good they were together that one time. Now he wants to take her to the mats no matter how much they go toe to toe.

ER nurse Daniela England has lost so much that she’s vowed never to need anyone again. Fight club helps her beat back her survivor’s guilt, but it means dealing with Riddick. The hot-but-infuriating firefighter is everything she wants to avoid, which is why their one-night stand was a mistake. Now she needs to keep her distance so it doesn’t happen again.

But when Dani witnesses Sean’s motorcycle accident, she steps up to help him recover. One on one, they get beneath all the snark and find a connection neither expected. As Sean heals, the sparks between them burst into red-hot passion—and ignite old wounds. Now there are fires all around—and they have to decide which they’ll fight and which they’ll let consume them.

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Daniela/Dani England has built a wall around her heart, the anniversary of her husband’s death is comin up and she’s fighting to get through this year. The camaraderie of the Warrior’s Fight Club does much to help as does the physical exertion.

Sean Riddick doesn’t think he’s worthy of anything or anyone. The Fight Club helps him deal with that as does his job as a firefighter where he often takes on extra shifts to keep from thinking.

Both of our main characters have forms of PTSD on top of their survivors guilt. When they spar whether physical or verbal it’s intense and fueled with innuendos.

Dani doesn’t get all his references, she’s never seen Deadpool. After an intense sparring match where Dani gets hit a bit hard she snipes at him and afterward he had decided not to go to dinner with the group. Dani wants to apologize but he has taken off on his motorcycle, even as she tried to catch him. As she watches he is hit by a box truck and goes flying to the pavement.

An ER nurse, she stays with him and rides in the ambulance keeping him calm. His injuries while not life threatening could end his firefighting career.

I love the way Dani stays by his side, and once he’s home she cares for him as they watch first the Deadpool Movies then start working their way through all the Marvel. They get to know each other away from others and find they have much in common and there’s more than a little spark between them.

A wonderful journey to healing for both, that includes a simmer to sizzle romance with lots of laughter and some tears as well.

I also just realized I missed a book that is a crossover. I will be reading that soon.

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The next thing Dani knew, she was over Sean’s shoulder and being carried into the house. Up the stairs.

“Sean, put me down. You’re gonna hurt yourself, you big idiot!” She tried to twist out of his hold, but his arm was tight around the backs of her legs.

“I’m fuckin’ fine,” he said in a sexy growl. “And we both know you like getting held down, so don’t pretend that this isn’t making you wet.”

“Damn you,” she said, dizzy more from the force of her arousal than hanging upside down.

He let out a sexy chuckle as he started up the stairs to his second floor. Her thinking brain wanted her to tell him he was going to hurt himself again, but she surrendered to the baser part of herself. The part that knew Sean was right.

She was already wet.

He dropped her unceremoniously on his big bed. The gray-and-white-striped sheets were messy, and the hunter green comforter was folded back, all as if Sean had just rolled out of bed. It made it feel more intimate, somehow, like she was seeing into a part of his life that she wasn’t meant to see. She rolled to find Sean tearing the button-down off, exposing those muscled shoulders and ridged abdomen. His bruising wasn’t quite as dark now, and in places was turning yellow-green as it healed.

Dani’s gaze dropped down to the considerable bulge that filled out the front of his jeans. God, she wanted him to absolutely overwhelm her. And she knew he was one hundred percent capable of it, too.

Laura Kaye

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and upcoming Raven Riders series.

Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal.

She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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Hot SEAL, April’s Fool – SEALs in Paradise Holiday Edition Book 3 By Becca Jameson

Hot SEAL, April’s Fool
SEALs in Paradise
Holiday Edition Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


Ten years ago, he left her with no explanation. Now he’s back, and the sparks burn just as hot as they did in high school.

April might have been young, but she knew what love was. She and Cole were inseparable, voted most likely to marry. And then he vanished on the night she expected him to propose.

Joining the Navy had always been Cole’s plan. He’d intended to carry on a long-distance romance with his high school sweetheart. Nothing could ever come between them…until it did.

In this second chance, small-town romance the past collides with the present as Cole fights to save his family’s business and earn back the trust of the only woman he’s ever loved. Losing her a second time—for good—is out of the question.

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Cole isn’t happy to return to his hometown for his father’s funeral. They weren’t close and the relationship between him, his stepmother Amanda and stepbrother Jacob is non existent. He needs to settle his father’s estate, such that it is, he just hopes he can avoid the woman he left behind.

April is having one of those days, the code for the lock box of the house she was to show was wrong and now the client is angry and cancels the rest of the showings. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get worse, she ends up in a literal collision with her past.

This is a favorite scene.

In theory, the cup held sixteen ounces of liquid. In reality, that amount seemed to be more like a gallon now that she was doused with it.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” a deep male voice stated as he held the door wider and took April’s elbow to help her step out of the doorway and fully onto the sidewalk.

When she lifted her gaze, her breath hitched and she stopped breathing. “Cole?”

“April?” He cringed. “Jesus. I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated. His gaze went to her blouse, and she followed it to see that her white lace bra was totally visible to anyone who was looking. And a lot of people were looking.

“Shit,” she murmured.

Cole took the empty cup from her hand, dropped it in the trashcan next to the outside tables, and then immediately removed his lightweight jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “I’d go inside and replace that for you, but the line looks long and you’re shivering and probably miserable. Can I drive you home? Or…”

She started shaking her head. This could not be happening. No way was Cole Landry standing in front of her suddenly today after ten years. “No thanks. I’ve got it.” She pushed past him and headed quickly toward her car. Obviously, this day could and would get worse. She just wanted to go home now. Fuck the coffee. Fuck the canceled client. And most of all, fuck Cole Landry.

She heard him following her even though the click of her heels on the concrete was loud and precise. “April. Wait up. Can we at least talk?”

When she reached her car, she yanked the door open and turned to face him. “No need.” She took off the jacket he’d draped over her and handed it back to him. “I’m fine. I’m going home.”

As she climbed behind the wheel and shut the door, he continued to talk and she ignored him. But then, the unthinkable happened. Again. The engine wouldn’t turn over. The car didn’t make a single noise when she turned the key. Not the first time and not the fifth time either.

Her shirt was soaked with brown sticky liquid. Her skin was pink and heated from the coffee. Her body still didn’t have caffeine running through its veins. And now her car wouldn’t start. She was close to tears, and the last thing she needed was for Cole Fucking Landry to see her looking weak.

Her heart raced as she stared out the windshield, trying to think of what to do.

Suddenly, her door opened and Cole leaned toward her. “Let me drive you home,” he stated in a soft voice. “It’s the least I can do. I’ll have someone from the shop come check out your car.”

Cole’s family owned Landry’s— the local mechanic’s shop. His dad, Marcus Landry, had opened it before Cole was born, and she was pretty sure Cole’s brother, Jacob, worked there with his father. Cole certainly didn’t. He’d taken off for the Navy the moment they’d graduated from high school, and as far as April knew, he’d never returned. In fact, what was he doing here now?

There was no denying she was in a bind, but the thought of going anywhere with Cole did not sit well. She glanced at him. “I can get an Uber.”

His brow furrowed. “Come on. Let me help. I don’t need to be anywhere right now. I obviously ruined your day. Let me at least drive you home.”

She blinked at him. The man was ten years older than the last time she’d seen him, and Lordy but he was taller, broader, and sexier than ever. Damn him. He’d made her panties melt in high school and he still did now. Asshole.

She took a deep breath. “Fine.” Grabbing her purse, she climbed back out of the car and accepted the jacket that he once again draped around her shoulders.

The day was sunny and warm, but not warm enough for a wet shirt, so she was shivering now that the coffee had cooled against her skin. She grasped the edge of his jacket and held it closed over her see-through blouse as she reluctantly followed him to a black SUV parallel-parked four cars down from hers.

Cole, the gentleman version of him, set a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the passenger side of his car. After shutting the door, he jogged around the hood and climbed into the driver’s side.

She sucked in a breath the moment they were sealed in together. The SUV wasn’t big enough for both of them. The air shifted, and she suddenly wished she’d declined and called an Uber.

He turned to face her after starting the engine.

“What?” she asked, sounding snarkier than she intended. After all, he was doing her a favor.

He lifted a brow and shot her a half-grin. “You’re going to have to tell me where we’re going, ladybug.”

She flinched. “Don’t call me that.” No one had called her that in ten years. He’d assigned the nickname to her their sophomore year of high school when she’d dressed as a ladybug for Halloween.

He sighed.

She pointed out the windshield. “Take the second left. I live in The Groves apartments.”

“Ah, right. I remember where those are.” He pulled away from the curb and headed in that direction, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He glanced at her every once in a while, but he didn’t say anything until they arrived. “Which building?”

“Building A.”

Instead of dropping her off out front like she would have preferred, he parked in a spot and exited the car, rounding it to open her door.

She slid to the ground, still awkwardly gripping his jacket around her. “Thanks for the ride. I’m fine now.” She started to lower the jacket once again, intending to hand it to him, when he stopped her.

“Please, April.” His voice was low. “Let me walk you to your apartment. I mean, let me stay for a while. I’d like to catch up. If you have time. Were you on your way to work? Did I make you late?”

She sighed. She wished she was the sort of person who could lie and tell him she was indeed in a huge hurry to change and get to work. Instead, she blew out a breath. “My appointments were canceled for the day, but I don’t want to hold you up either. You can go.”

He shook his head. “I’m free this morning.” He turned toward the building with a hand on the small of her back and started walking. His touch was possessive. At one time in their lives, she would have killed for him to touch her so intimately, but not anymore. Now, his hand seemed to be burning a hole through his jacket and her blouse.

“Didn’t Bobby Roberts live in these apartments? I think you and I made out once between buildings B and C. It was cold as heck that night, but you let me reach under your shirt anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And who names their kid Robert Roberts, anyway,” he rambled.

She glanced at him. Was he seriously joking right now? He’d always been a jokester, often to the point of annoying her, but it seemed like his current motive was nerves. Good. Let him be nervous. He deserved it.

She let him follow her into the building and to the second floor because she couldn’t think of another option. She figured it might be easier to get rid of him after she’d changed clothes and could look him in the eye without worrying about him seeing every outline of her bra.

And why on earth did it matter if he saw her bra or not? He’d seen every bra she owned ten years ago, most often on the floor of her childhood bedroom. He’d seen her naked more times than she could count.

But that was then. This was now. She wasn’t interested in sharing an inch of her skin with Cole Landry today.

When they reached her door, she pulled out her key and opened it with shaking hands, the jacket parting so she could do so. Once again, she tried to blow him off, and once again, he ignored her, pushing her door open and guiding her inside.

He seemed bossier than he had been ten years ago. A man who got what he wanted, and apparently he wanted to enter her apartment.

“Go change,” he insisted. “I’ll wait here, and then I’ll take you to lunch.”

She flinched as she looked at him again. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know it’s not, but it’s the least I can do after ruining your coffee.”

“Cole, you don’t have to do this. I’m fine. You drove me home. I don’t need lunch.” She had no interest in sitting across from him at a restaurant making small talk today or any other day. In fact, she cringed inwardly at the memory of the last time she’d seen him, the time he’d told her he would pick her up at seven to take her to dinner. He hadn’t shown up that night, and she’d never forgiven him.

He closed his eyes for a moment as if he needed to rein in his frustration. Good. She didn’t care if she totally pissed him off. “Go change, April.”

She humphed as she spun around and headed for her bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, she leaned against it and took several deep breaths. What a disaster.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, April’s Fool: SEALs in Paradise (Kindle Locations 124-193). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The years almost seem to drop away as Cole and April talk, he impresses her with the details he remembers from their time together. Even though she wants to hate him, she can’t deny he was always the only one for her.

Cole’s family on the other hand are truly a piece of work, his stepbrother doesn’t care about the business and his stepmother only wants him to fix all her financial problems.

Cole faces many problems once he meets with the lawyer, but he also learns more about the father who was so critical of him.

He also needs to win back April, he made the biggest mistake in his live when he left her all those years ago.

Laughter, tears, some action and the perfect amount of sizzle.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

…where Alphas dominate…

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Red Dawn – A Romantic Sci-Fi Short Story by Delilah Devlin

Red Dawn
A Romantic Sci-Fi Short Story
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Delilah Devlin


A colonist living on a lonely Martian plain receives her new mate, a man culled from among the newly transported convicts…

This 7600-word erotic, sci-fi short story was originally published in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF FUTURISTIC ROMANCE, but has since been revised and expanded.

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So I’m trying to go through some of the books I bought and haven’t had the chance to read and this one came up. I’ve had it for quite a while and it was about time I read it.

The book is set on Mars where a Mars-Tech Company has set up a place to farm and raise animals away from the overpopulated and polluted Earth. Mary had gone through rigorous training to be eligible for this parcel of land she calls home. The package also includes a mate now that harvest is near.

The mates selected for the pioneers would be prisoners looking for a better life than an Earth prison would afford. Mary’s mate would be arriving on the transport today, she just hoped he wouldn’t have a violent nature.

This is a favorite scene.

In another time and place, he might have enjoyed the adventure, travelling months to reach this desolate planet, testing his mettle against the elements for his own satisfaction against whatever obstacles arose from living on another world. However, he’d left behind a mess. One he was fated never to repair. Everyone he knew and cared for left behind forever. Lost.

“Your room’s in here,” the woman said, her soft gaze lingering on him.

She likely wondered if he was a half-wit, he’d stood there so long, staring at nothing.

“Drop your bag beside the bed. You can put away your things later. We have work to do.”

Colm said nothing, but stepped past her, making sure to brush an arm against her, just to see how she reacted— see whether her hand would dart to the chip. Her quick, indrawn breath and startled gaze told him a lot. She was every bit as aware of him as he was of her. But her hands remained at her sides. Satisfaction warmed him. Here was something he could work with. Perhaps he could convince her to toss away the chip. And soon. The memory of the sharp pains it invoked, seeming to tap every single nerve with fire and pressure and agonizing cramping, was enough to nauseate him.

A prisoner now, and for the rest of his life, he determined in that moment that he wouldn’t be seen as such by at least one person on this wretched planet.

He dropped his bag beside the narrow cot. As stark as any prison cell, at least the room had a window, although the hardware surrounding it told him there would be no escape. Not that he had anywhere to go if he did manage to slip away.

However, just the thoughts of walking freely in the outdoors, of swimming in the stream he’d seen that perfectly divided fields of wheat from oats, were enough to keep him thinking about breaking out.

“We work until the sun sets,” she said, her voice oddly gruff.

The sweet note it had held when she’d spoken with the commander was gone. But then, from the way the other man had eyed her up and down and given her unsolicited advice, perhaps they knew each other.

The thought bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He was already feeling possessive of his new jailer. “Tell me what needs to be done,” he said, dropping his voice to infer he was ready to do more than labor in the fields. “I’m here to help.”

Her cheeks pinkened, and she turned, bending to pick up a pack on the floor then striding toward the door. “Let’s just make sure water’s making it to the plantings. We’ll walk the fields.”

And walk they did. Colm was amazed at the size of the tract she’d been handed. On Earth, land this rich, this verdant, was so rare only the very wealthiest could afford it. And yet here, as far as he could see, stretched gold and green fields filled with fragile bio-gold.

He and his new mistress carried all-service tools slung over their shoulders, which changed with a click from a shovel head to a pick, depending on the need. At mid-day, she unearthed crusty protein wafers and bottles of fresh water from the bottom of her pack.

He grimaced at the stale taste, but did have to admit the food satisfied his growling belly. Then back to work they went, with the woman walking between neat rows to inspect plants for wilt or disease, although every grain brought to Mars had been specially engineered to suit the soil and climate.

“That’s odd,” she whispered, bending closer to one wheat stalk. She tipped it with her finger and drew away with a small insect perched on the tip.

Peering over her shoulder, he noted the frown bisecting her brow. “A ladybug?”

“This insect’s not scheduled for release. It shouldn’t be here.”

Colm shrugged. “Perhaps it stowed away with the seeds when they were shipped.”

Still staring at the tiny round bug, she shook her head. “Makes me wonder what else might have. I’ll have to report the sighting.” She tucked the insect deep into her pants pocket.

“Do you really think the company can control every element of this world?”

“They have to try,” she said softly. “There’s a fine balance here, between all elements of the environment.”

“Is there no room in these plans for surprises? For a natural progression?” Her head canted as she studied his face. “You’re an odd man, Colm. Everyone knows the dangers imminent when things and people are given free will.”

Colm breathed deeply, pulling his gaze from her curious one. He knew she wondered about him, where his loyalties lay.

Phobos rose large on the horizon. She glanced toward it, shielding her eyes as the sun peeked around the edges of the asteroid. “That’s the last orbit for the day. We should head back before night falls.”

Colm’s body tightened. His own indoctrination had included training to please his new master. After all, farmers must be kept happy. He wondered if she would avail herself of his training tonight or would opt to get to know him better first.

He tamped down his excitement, but already blood surged southward, thickening his cock. A chance to lie with her, to lose himself in lust, was too tempting a thought. Could he tempt her to forget her natural reticence? “I’m trained, you know. I could give you a massage. Draw your bath…”

Her head swung his way, green eyes narrowed. “Let’s get this straight. I don’t need a servant or a sex worker. I need a partner. You aren’t obligated to pleasure me. So long as you pull your own weight, I’ll be satisfied.”

He suppressed a grin at her terse tone. “And what if I have needs, ma’am?”

Her jaw clenched. “You have a hand. Use it.”

She stomped away, but he couldn’t help smiling. He’d noted her heightened color. He’d shocked her. Now, she was thinking about the coming night and all the delightful possibilities.
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This is a relationship that starts to sizzle almost immediately and then a sort of friendship begins.

I loved this short, it had laughter and tears with some kindle melting heat.

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Up until recently, award-winning author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights, but loving her dark forest in central Arkansas with its eccentric characters and isolation–the better to feed her hungry muse! To Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war, many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her to the place she travels now–writing sexy novels that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 140 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.

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Hot SEAL: Charmed – SEALs In Paradise Holiday Edition Book 2 By Parker Kincade

Hot SEAL, Charmed
SEALs in Paradise
Holiday Edition Book 2
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Parker Kincade


Luck has always been on his side. With her, his luck might just run out.

After the death of a fellow Navy SEAL, Liam “Lucky” Jamison’s foundation crumbles. He’s done. Facing civilian life after fifteen years in the Navy, he has no idea what he wants to do next, or where he wants to do it. A surprise visit from his childhood friend is a welcome distraction from the confusion about his future, but his intense attraction to her causes another type of confusion all together.

Haven Somers wants adventure before she settles into running the family pub in Killarney, Ireland. She couldn’t think of a greater adventure than to surprise her friend in California, whom she hasn’t seen in twenty years. Haven is charmed by Liam’s generous spirit, easy-going personality, and mischievous grin. The more time she spends with him, the more Haven starts to think being with Liam is the only adventure she’ll ever need.

The minute Liam touches Haven, he knows he’s in trouble. He sees forever in Haven’s eyes, but he’s been keeping secrets from her. Now, there’s no way for him to come clean without the risk of losing her.

But if he won’t trust her with the truth, why would she trust him with her heart?

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Liam is leaving the SEALs, the death of his teammate was a last straw for him. He wants what he can’t have as a SEAL. A home, family, kids maybe even a dog. He hasn’t told his best friend Haven about it yet, he’s afraid he’ll disappoint her by quitting.

Haven needs to get away from her family pub in Ireland and a persistent suiter. She wasn’t going to go further than Dublin but an impulse had her boarding a plane to the US.

A phone call from his friend Haven has Liam concerned, that is until she shows up in McP’s. It takes a moment for him to recognize her and in that time his thoughts were far from friendship.

I loved the immediate rapport and her introduction to his team.

This is a favorite scene.

Haven took a step back, unsure what to do with this side of him. This very sexy, protective side of him. “I…well…” Yeah. She had nothing. Her nipples on the other hand. They needed to settle the feck down. She and Liam were friends. Nothing more.

“This isn’t the place or the time.” Liam grabbed her hand and laced their fingers. He seemed to enjoy holding on to her. “We are definitely going to have a discussion about safety and proper planning when traveling to a foreign country when we get home because, of course, you’re staying with me. I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

“Are you certain? I don’t want to be in your way.”

“Trust me, pix. I don’t mind.” He tugged on her hand. “Come meet the guys. I’m sure they’re probably pissing themselves right about now.”

“Like excited little puppies?” she joked, relieved she didn’t have to worry about where she would sleep tonight.

Liam threw his head back and laughed, all traces of his earlier intensity wiped away. He led her to the table where she’d first spotted him. Four equally large, hard-bodied men circled around to meet them as they approached.

“Christ almighty,” she muttered. “What do they put in the water here to grow ’em so…big?”

The obvious awe in her voice sent Liam’s brows soaring. He leaned close and said, “I’ll pay top dollar to ensure they never hear you say that.”

Haven nodded absently and focused on keeping her jaw closed as she looked from one desperately good-looking man to the next. She knew these were Liam’s SEAL teammates, even though she couldn’t put names to all of them.

Lord, she hadn’t had time to recover from the excitement of her journey and reunion with Liam, and now, she was about to meet his closest friends. Far from being at her best, Haven prayed she made a good first impression. She’d be crushed if Liam’s friends didn’t like her.

“Of course, the luckiest son of a bitch around would know the most beautiful woman in the place,” one of the men said. “Why am I even surprised?”

Never having suffered a shy phase, Haven let go of Liam’s hand and walked right up to the man, tilting her head way back to maintain eye contact. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She was a hugger as a general rule, but instinct told her to go easy with this one. She offered her hand instead. “I’m Haven, Liam’s friend from Ireland.”

“That accent is a dead giveaway, honey.” His gaze slid over her. “I’m Cole.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Always happy to meet a friend of Liam’s. Say, when you get tired of hanging out with his boring ass, maybe you and I can get toget—”

“All right, Joker,” Liam said, giving Cole, aka Joker, a slight shove. “Heel, or it’s the doghouse for you. She came to the States to see me, not to have my friends hit on her.” Liam sent her a questioning glance. “Right?”

Close enough. Fighting back a smile, she gave him a sharp salute. “Right.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Moving on. That’s Chris and next to him is Ben. And right there is—”

“Brian,” Haven finished. He’d crashed more than one of her video calls with Liam, so she felt like she already knew him.

This time Haven didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Brian’s waist and gave him a quick squeeze. “It’s so nice to finally meet you in person. How did things work out with you and Alicia?”

“You told her about that?” Brian tossed the question at Liam.

“Of course, he did,” Haven answered. He’d send her a text with a link to the video. “It’s not every day Liam sings an old Irish ditty in a crowded pub.”

Cole laughed. “You’d be surprised.”

“He’s kind of made a thing of it,” Brian said. “Now, whenever Lucky jumps behind the bar to help old Ray out, the two of them end up leading sing-a-longs.”

Surprised, Haven turned toward Liam. “You didn’t tell me you worked here.”

“That’s because I don’t.” He shrugged. “I’m good behind the bar, so I help out sometimes if Ray gets overwhelmed. I mainly do it because it’s fun and the tips are good.”

“As if you kept those,” Ben scoffed, then turned to her to explain. “Liam won’t take the money he earns, no matter how hard they try to pay him. He has Ray split his tip money evenly among the wait staff.”

Liam shrugged again, as though his generosity was no big deal. He dropped her bag next to an empty chair and toed it under the table. He pulled out the chair and motioned for her to sit. “I’m gonna head over and get my girl a drink,” he announced once she was settled. “You guys keep your hands to yourselves, and no fucking talking about me while I’m gone.”

“Arrogant much?” Joker smirked as he slid into the chair on her left. “We have better things to talk about than your ugly ass.”

Liam used two fingers to point to his own eyes, then swiveled his fingers toward the guys. “Bro-code.” Haven laughed as Liam walked away. “Bro-code? What’s that mean?” She stretched her legs out under the table, grateful for the room to move after being stuck in an airplane for the better part of the last seventeen hours.

Brian, Chris, and Ben took chairs around the table, leaving the chair to her right open for Liam.

“It means he’ll kick our asses if we tell you any embarrassing stories about him. And by the way,” Brian leaned in, grinning from ear to ear, “I got the girl.”

Haven offered him a high-five. “Heartbreaker, no more, aye?” Happy endings gave Haven hope that maybe one day she’d find hers.
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I laughed out loud when she refers to them as excited puppies and then Liam refers to them being in the doghouse.

There’s quite a few ups and downs for Liam and Haven as their lifelong friendship evolves into something more.

Lots of laughter, some tears and sizzling heat!

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USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and contemporary western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

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The Ruthless – Queen Crow Book 2 By J. Bree

The Ruthless
J. Bree


Everything has changed.
The time away from my family was supposed to be about finding myself, finding out who I am now that I am free, but nothing in our world is easy and some lessons are the hardest to learn.
I can’t trust anyone.
With two open spots on the Twelve that have to be filled, loyalties won’t just be tested, they’ll be pushed to the limits. No one is safe once they step into the Game.
All of my dreams of leaving high school and my family being free seem like a distant memory now, the shadows of our pasts still hanging over our every move. Sticking together has never been so hard.
But one thing is for sure.
Nothing will ever be the same again.

At the end of ‘All Hail’ Avery finds what she believes is the Crow’s murder board and a man. She’s found out just who is in his basement but now she needs answers as to why her family is on that board.

She’s closer than ever to Aodhan and no matter what she’s not letting go. Whatever relationship she has with Atticus now will have to include the other man in her life. They are so different in the way they treat her, Aodhan gives her the wings to fly and Atticus tries to cage her.

This is a favorite scene.

The fishing docks are enough of a drive away that I can go through the photos again and try to decide what I think is happening. If he can’t explain it to me now then… then maybe it really is time to cut him free.

I can’t bring myself to actually say it though.

When we pull into the parking lot, Atticus’ car is already there waiting. I prepare myself to have to face Luca again, but when the driver’s side door opens, Atticus himself steps out.

He’s come alone.

Aodhan gets out of the car, and I wait for him to open my door for me, specifically because I know it will piss Atticus off and, sure enough, he stares Aodhan down like he’s plotting out his murder.

They’re so different.

Standing this close together here it’s so unbelievably obvious how different they really are and yet I crave them both the same.

Atticus is wearing his usual charcoal suit, pressed and dry cleaned to perfection, with a pair of Hermes leather shoes. The crisp white shirt he’s wearing under the suit jacket covers his tattoos I’ve only managed to get a peek at and he’s wearing, as always, the Rolex I bought for him years ago.

Aodhan is wearing jeans and a tee with a jacket thrown overtop like he couldn’t care less what he’s wearing. With the same biker boots every Mounty I’ve ever met has an obsession for, he looks as though he’s ready to wade into a street fight or a party by the docks, further down the coast from where we’re now standing.

I stay tucked into Aodhan’s side.

Atticus’s jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth. “Avery, I asked to meet so I could speak privately with you.”

Aodhan tenses but I shrug effortlessly, as though this is nothing to me despite my heart attempting to beat its way out of my chest. “You should have been clearer when you messaged; I don’t trust you enough right now to be here alone with you. There’s too many unanswered questions.”

His eyes narrow at me. “You mean other than you disappearing from my property in the middle of the night and then ignoring my calls? I had to call the Coyote to find out that you were safe.”

Aodhan stays silent, thankfully, but the two of them still glare at each other like they’re each waiting for the other person to make a wrong move.

It’s infuriating.

I need answers.

“Why is my brother’s photo tacked to the wall of your basement with his eyes crossed out? Harley, Blaise, Lips, half the O’Cronin family. Illi, Harbin, Roxas, the Boar… the list goes on, Atticus. Why? And while we’re on the subject of your basement, why is Bing down there?”

No one would be able to pick up that I’ve surprised him, but I know him far too well to miss the signs. Once upon a time I would’ve said I knew Atticus Crawford the same way I knew myself, except then I fell down his rabbit warren of lies.

“I’m not talking about this with him here, Avery.”

I huff and squeeze Aodhan’s hand. “Take me home, we’re done here. I’m done. I’m not going to be lied to and manipulated anymore.”

Atticus takes a step forward. “Avery, for Christ’s sake, all I have done is protect you! Everything, everything, I have done since I came to Mounts Bay has been a move to get you out from your father’s house.”

I step away from Aodhan and towards Atticus, my temper flaring. “You bought me, wasn’t that enough? You said you were worried about Ash? Then why the fuck was his photo on that wall?”

“How could you think I’d want Ash dead? You think that lowly of me, that I’d kill your beloved, asshole of a twin brother? For fuck’s sake, Avery!”

Absolutely not, I won’t stand for him using that tone at me. “You stood and watched Lips have her leg shattered to pieces. You told me yourself that you knew all about what my father was doing to Ash. I’m sure that you wouldn’t physically harm me, Atticus, but I’m not sure you have any other lines when it comes to my family.”

It’s bounced around in my head a hundred times since I stumbled across that wall in the basement, but I still haven’t figured out a plausible answer. “Explain to me why Ash’s photo was on that wall. Give me a good reason. And Harley, Blaise, Lips, Aodhan, Jack…these people are non-negotiable to me and you have them pinned up on your murder board with their eyes crossed out!”

Atticus takes a deep, ragged breath and steps forward, his face set like stone. Aodhan steps up to me again, his body slightly in front of mine like he’s prepared to dive in front of a bullet.

Or stop Atticus from snatching me and running.

The look that Atticus throws at him is purely the Crow, the man who walked out of his privileged life and into Mounts Bay to win the Game and become one of the country’s most feared crime lords.

I can’t stick around for this, my heart is aching at how badly he’s ruined everything for us.

I turn away from him, prepared for this to be the last time I ever meet with him.

“Amanda Donnelley has been sending those photos for months.”

I freeze but when I don’t turn around he continues, “She’s either the person sending them to you as well, pretending to be the Collector, or she’s working with someone else. I know you think she’s nothing worth worrying about but, Avery, she’s more dangerous than you’d ever think.”

I finally glance back at him and he’s finally looking at me, ignoring Aodhan altogether. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, I’ve become the worst sort of monster, but some things are sacred and you, your family and your happiness included, are one of those things. I don’t care how much he hates me, I would never harm Ash.”

I turn back to the car, ready to head home and throw everything I have at finding and destroying Amanda fucking Donnelley.

Atticus calls out again, “All members of the Twelve have to sponsor at least one person into the Game. If the Wolf isn’t going to come home for the fights then you’ll have to name someone for her. The meeting is in two days, have your sponsors ready.”

I give him a curt nod because I’m well aware of the rules, but Aodhan tenses again, glancing down at me. I shrug at him because we’ll just find him some thug to throw in the same way Illi did for Lips the last time, but he lets out a sigh like the day just got infinitely harder for him.

I know the feeling.
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Things just keep getting more and more complicated as the the games begin.

I love Avery and Aodhan together, and Atticus well…

So much suspicion, so much tension, disrespect and Avery is growing stronger in many ways. Plenty of action, bloodshed and some OMG did that just happen.

The ending has me wishing for a time machine so I can read it now, is it July yet?

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The order of priorities changes daily. She lives on a small farm in a tiny rural town in Australia that no one has ever heard of.

She spends her days dreaming about all of her book boyfriends, listening to her partner moan about how the wine grapes are growing, and being a snack bitch to her two kids.

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All Hail – Queen Crow Book 1 by J. Bree

All Hail
Queen Crow Book 1
J. Bree


The death of my serial killer father was supposed to free me.
After the horrors of high school my family has reluctantly left me behind to heal from my trauma on my own terms but since my kidnapping I no longer know the girl who stares back at me in the mirror.
The love of my life is avoiding me, desperate to keep me safe, and the man who should hate me won’t stop coming to my rescue. I’ve always known what I wanted but now I’m not so sure.
But the criminal underworld of Mounts Bay never sleeps and with new players on the board there’s all new threats and the stakes have never been higher.
But one thing is for sure.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

This is the start of a trilogy that is Avery’s story. Of course everyone else will be involved in one way or another so we’re definitely in for a wild ride.

The book begins with Lips, Blaise, Harley and Ash heading out on tour. Ash doesn’t want Avery to stay behind, but she needs the time. Time to come to terms with what happened in the Jackal’s lair, time to figure out what’s between her and Aodhan. She’s also the Wolf’s representative at the meetings of the Twelve and that’s something Atticus/Crow isn’t happy about. Well that and the investigating he’s doing on the the Lily Heart Killer. He thinks it’s the Devil/Nate and won’t look elsewhere.

At that first meeting of the Twelve she and the others find out about someone dealing the Jackal’s drugs, the only difference is the logo has the eyes crossed out in black marker. Something else for Avery to look into.

We find out exactly what happen to her and Aodhan in the Jackal’s lair and who else knows about it. She’s also looking into Lip’s siblings, but the Boar left one out. Avery is following every lead she can in finding out who that sibling is. Then there’s the photos that start showing up.

She also needs more influential people in her pocket and with that in mind she attends a Gala thrown by Blaine Morrison, Blaise’s father. A new player enters the scene at this event.

This is a favorite scene.

I’m sipping and glaring at Blaine when I feel a presence besides me, the scent of the Hermes perfume that comes with her screaming money.

I glance over, ready to just tell the gossiper to fuck off, but I don’t recognize this woman.

Perfectly styled blond hair, a stunningly understated Missoni gown, with neutral makeup and a red lip shade that might even be the same as mine.

I meet her eyes right as we’re both finished assessing each other. She smiles at me and there’s a flirty edge to it, something just a little too friendly. “The Galvan was a great choice; it fits the lines of your body perfectly.”

Illi smothers a cough next to me but I ignore him. “I know better than to attempt a Ferragamo nightmare at a gala like this. Missoni is a good choice, a little safe for my tastes.”

Every other woman I have interacted with tonight would have been pissed at that comment but the flirty smirk just widens on her face. “You must be Avery Beaumont. I’ve heard so much about you. How bold of you to bring the Butcher of the Bay so far from home but I suppose you’ve leashed him appropriately. Who knew he could look so good in a suit?”

It’s only through a lifetime of practice that neither Illi or I react. Although we haven’t tried to hide who he really is, we weren’t expecting someone to call Illi out like this and to call that stunning suit of his a leash?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

I let my eyes fall back on Blaise’s idiot father as I sip my drink. “What a shame, I’ve heard nothing about you.”

The woman’s head tilts like she’s being coy and I suddenly feel like I have no idea what is happening here. Is she actually flirting with me? Is this an act? Has she taken a hit to the head and thinks it’s funny to play with people who will murder her without second thought?

“Welcome to the bigger pond, Floss. Take care not to be eaten alive.”

What the hell?

Illi and I watch as she sashays away from us, the target painted very clearly on her back from the both of us because I might not know a thing about the woman right now, but I’m going to know everything about her the moment I leave this gala.

“Is there someone you can call about her? Fuck, I think she wants in you, Queenie. I’m not sure whether that was a sex thing or a blood thing but either way you’re on her radar.”

I shrug and lie through my teeth, mostly to comfort myself. “She’s probably just some bored socialite with a Fed for a husband. Or a high-profile drug lord selling cocaine in back rooms at these sorts of events.”

Illi huffs and shakes his head. “Fucking rich people.”

I smirk at him and we both stand there and watch as the woman works her way around the room. Every person she approaches greets her enthusiastically but every action is laced with fear.

Who the hell is she?

Illi progressively drinks his whiskeys, one after another, and I’m expecting him to actually get drunk but when I mention that to him he rolls his eyes at me. Apparently, he’s like Harley and has a ridiculous tolerance. I slowly sip at the champagne and just people watch, soaking in every last interaction around me until I have a running list to work with.

I don’t see Atticus arrive. I don’t even realize he’s here until he sneaks up behind us from the other end of the ballroom.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he murmurs in my ear, and I sip at the champagne in my hand as though it doesn’t affect me at all.

Illi huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, still as fierce as ever in his suit. I glance over at him but he’s shaking his head.

“And what exactly have I done now? Am I not allowed to speak to people anymore?”

Atticus steps forward and takes the glass out of my hand, setting it down on the table behind us. I glare at him but he ignores it.

“Amanda Donnelley is not someone you own. She’s someone you court to get information from. You pay her, you owe her favors, you kill people at her request so she’ll open her books to you.”

I purposefully keep my eyes away from the smiling banshee of a woman, grinning and giggling as she drapes herself over Blaine Morrison. For that alone, I want to rip her throat out but the words out of Atticus’ mouth just make it worse.

“Is this your way of telling me you’ve been whoring yourself out to her to build your empire? I’m sorry to tell you that I’m not going to play that game. I don’t kneel for anyone.”

Illi murmurs praises under his breath but Atticus’ eyes narrow at him. “You belong to the Wolf. So does your little psychotic guard dog.”

I lean down to retrieve my drink and smirk at him. “We stand with Lips. We always have, being inducted just means that you know where my loyalty lies. If I gave a fuck about the validity of the politics of Mounts Bay, I’d join the Game but I’ll have a seat at any table I want.”

Atticus stares at me for a moment and then steps back to motion at me to follow him, the look on his face expectant and demanding. When I glance back over at that Donnelley hag again, he grabs my arm and tugs me to his side.

A snarl rips out of Illi but I shake my head at him. “I’ll be fine, Illi. Have a drink; I’ll be back in a minute.”
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Now more happens between Atticus and Avery than talking at the Gala and Avery isn’t letting that stop her from wanting or needing Aodhan.

Plenty of twists and turns in this one, along with bloodshed and interesting discoveries about the Crow part of Atticus.

The OMG ending makes me glad the next book is already out.

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J Bree is a dreamer, writer, mother, farmer, and cat-wrangler.

The order of priorities changes daily. She lives on a small farm in a tiny rural town in Australia that no one has ever heard of.

She spends her days dreaming about all of her book boyfriends, listening to her partner moan about how the wine grapes are growing, and being a snack bitch to her two kids.

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Melissa – Hathaway House Book 13 by Dale Mayer

Hathaway House Book 13
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Health-care worker Shane has been at Hathaway House since the beginning. He’s watched patient after patient scratch and claw their way to recovery and has watched relationship after relationship blossom into love and marriage. He believes in love. Wants a true love of his own. Yet he wonders now whether anyone is out there for him.

Until Melissa walks into his gym.

Broken and beaten by life and overwhelmed with endless pain was never part of Melissa’s long-term plan. But a year after an accident sidelined her navy career, she’s still fighting her way back to a normal life—if such a thing exists for the woman she’s become. Her transfer to Hathaway House is a lifeline to her oldest friend, but, even with Dani’s encouragement, Melissa’s journey back to health is long and hard and maybe just a pipe dream. But she’ll try again. One more time.

Separately, Shane and Melissa have been battling their own personal demons. When they meet at Hathaway House, the tough physiotherapist vows that his newest client will reach successes unimaginable to her. Together, working through her rehab plan, Shane and Melissa find a special tenderness behind each other’s strength.

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Dani finally convinces Melissa to come to Hathaway House knowing it’s her friends best change of finding a new normal. The journey there is brutal and Melissa is still in a lot of pain the next morning.

Shane is the first person Melissa gets to know at Hathaway House. He stopped by her room before breakfast on her first day. He doesn’t take no for an answer on going for a bit of a tour which will include breakfast.

It doesn’t take long before Melissa realizes that Hathaway House isn’t a hospital and it’s far better than she imagined. She can now understand that Dani has created something wonderful, even before she starts her own rehabilitation.

This is favorite scene.

A huge man came to the front counter, leaned across the top, and smiled down at her. “Now that’s a new face I haven’t seen before.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m Melissa,” she said. “I just got here last night.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “So I see they wouldn’t let you skip breakfast, huh?”

She shook her head. “No, Shane was pretty much against that.”

“We’re all against that,” he said. “You need your food.”

She smiled up at him. “But what if I’m not hungry?”

“We always have something to be hungry for.” He quickly explained how the kitchen worked, how the coffee and tea were always here. Food was always here. If she ever woke up hungry, she could raid the self-serve fridge filled with sandwiches, muffins, quiches, things like that. All beside a microwave, if needed. “And,” he said, “I have lots of hot fresh food now. What do you prefer for breakfast?”

She raised both eyebrows. “Wow! I haven’t been asked that in a long time.”

“Well, that was then. This is now,” he said, “and food is a big part of your healing. But the right food.”

“Oh, I agree with that,” she said. “What do you have?”

“I’ve got eggs, sausages, bacon, omelets, fresh fruit, yogurt, homemade bread, French toast. If that doesn’t appeal, tell me what does. Oh, we also have muffins today. What would you like?”

Just then her stomach growled. She stared at him, a bit embarrassed. “I haven’t heard that sound in a long time,” she said. “Something triggered it nicely.”

“Well, if you haven’t eaten, and you’re not working out today because it’s still not a whole first day for you,” he said, “let’s get you a decent breakfast. Then you will have lots of energy to hold you over, and you won’t have to worry about your stomach getting upset from Shane’s workouts.”

She looked at Shane. “You already have a reputation, huh?”

“Maybe,” he said cheerfully, “but we won’t worry about that right now.” He looked at Dennis and said, “She told me that she loves eggs.”

Dennis smiled, looked down at her again, and asked, “So poached, scrambled, fried? Or how about a spinach and bacon omelet?”

“I’d love that,” she said. “Are you sure though? That’s more work.”

He laughed. “I’m very sure. I’ll have it up in a few minutes,” he said. “Make sure you get the rest of what you want, and I’ll bring the omelet to you.”

And, with that, Shane moved her a little farther down the counter. He asked, “You want some yogurt, some berries, muffins? Anything here?”

A whole pile of add-ons went with breakfast. She grabbed a parfait that looked like half the size of the other parfaits. It was full of yogurt, berries, and granola. “I like this,” she said, “but I don’t want to take so much food that I can’t eat it all.”

“And that’s a good thing,” he said, “because we do have to watch that people eat what they take.”

“Right,” she said. “So maybe not this.” But she hesitated.

He put it firmly on her tray and said, “If nothing else, we can take it back to your room with you because you’ll be in there dealing with a lot of team members, as they come to interview you all day.”

“Right,” she said. “So for a coffee break.”

“And the cafeteria is always open,” he reminded her. “If you’re ever hungry, you can always come and get food.”

She nodded, and they went to the coffee area. He poured coffee for the two of them, which surprised her because she figured he had something better to do than to sit around and babysit her. But he didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave. Quietly she wondered at that.

He pushed her back to the outside deck, knowing she craved the sunshine and the sight of the animals. She sat close to the railing as she worked away on her parfait without even thinking about it.

By the time Dennis arrived with the omelet, she had tucked into that without realizing just how much food she was consuming. But the two men noticed.

Dennis quickly took away the empty parfait glass and smiled at her. “See? Just even being here helps bring up the appetite.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” she said. “I’ve lost a lot of weight from the surgeries.”

“That’s not allowed at all,” he said. “I’m really good at fattening people up.” He gave her a big toothy grin and took off, leaving her.

She laughed. “How do you guys stay skinny at this place?”

“Well, for the staff, we work it off,” Shane said, chuckling. “But, for everybody who’s here to heal, you must remember. Good food is a major part of healing.”

“I get it,” she said and looked down at the omelet. “Wow!”

“And, if you don’t like something, just tell Dennis. He lives to make everybody eat happily.”

She smiled and said, “Maybe it won’t be so bad being here after all.”

“If you were afraid it would be bad,” he asked curiously, “why did you come here?”

“Dani persuaded me,” she admitted. “And maybe I was just being stubborn. But I hated to impose.” She leaned forward and whispered, “I have one of those free beds.”

He leaned back and said, “Good. At least you’re smart enough to take what was offered.”

She sat back, looked at him, and asked, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Of course not,” he said. “We have multiples of those beds that we rotate all the time. Not everybody has full care or access. The navy should have given you full care, though they didn’t, did they?”

“My injuries didn’t happen while I was in the navy,” she said. “I had finished a tour and had just left when I was hit by a vehicle. So technically, I was no longer on active service— one day after leaving the navy.”

“So you were at the VA hospital when she offered you a bed here?”

“I wasn’t showing any progress there. At least I didn’t think so.”

“Good for her for bringing you here then,” he said. “And it doesn’t matter what bed you may have or whether the VA benefits come through for you or not because it’s all about your healing, not about how you got here. You are here, so let’s make the most of it.”

She smiled, nodded. “You’re very much a cheerleader, aren’t you?”

“Sometimes,” he said. “And then there’ll be times when you really don’t appreciate the heavy taskmaster version of me.”

“How many days before that happens?”

He gazed at her with a serious look. “Probably three.”

She winced. “So enjoy my holiday while I have it?”

“Enjoy it,” he said, “because then you’re on the most difficult and the most rewarding journey of your life. One that, without which, we can’t get you back to being normal.”

“I thought you said normal doesn’t exist?” she asked in a challenging voice.

“You’re right,” he said. “So let’s get you to the new normal, which I have seen time and time again. It’ll be very different than what you think is normal.”

“Get me to walk and to sleep without pain, and I’ll be grateful,” she said. “Anything above that is sheer gravy.”

He laughed and said, “Sure hope you like gravy with everything then,” he said, “because we have a lot of work to do.”
Dale Mayer. Melissa (Kindle Locations 283-343). Valley Publishing Ltd..

After his initial evaluation, Shane knows it’s going to be slow going, and he is more than up to the challenge. He also finds himself enjoying her company, and she hers. The problem he faces is recognizing if what is growing between them is gratitude or love.

I loved this story so much. Shane is one of my favorite characters and Melissa is perfect for him.

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

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

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

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

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Whiskey Cobbler – It’s All In The Whiskey Book 6 by Jen Talty

Whiskey Cobbler
It’s All In The Whiskey Book6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Heather Cobbler has dedicated her life to the love and care of the horses at Whiskey Ranch. Having been born and raised on the land, her loyalty runs thick and deep. So, when horses start getting sick on her watch, Heather will stop at nothing to find out who is harming these glorious creatures and why.

Even if that means teaming up with the veterinarian who has been hitting on her for nearly ten years and doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Not much happened in the sleepy little town of Buhl, Idaho and that’s exactly why Detective Crew Irvin had moved there from the big city. So, when it appears a horse is murdered out on the Whiskey Ranch, Crew wants to wrap it up neatly, and quickly. That means slapping the cuffs on the super sexy ranch hand, Heather Cobbler.

Crew’s detective skills might be rusty, but he didn’t have cobwebs for brains and Heather was about as guilty as the sky was pink.

Only he couldn’t prove it without putting himself in the line of fire.

The vet Jim Casey has wanted more than friendship with the Whiskey Ranch’s head trainer Heather Cobbler for many years. Unfortunately for him, she doesn’t feel the same. Now the new detective on the Buhl PD. Crew Irvin is a different story all together.

A night out with friends turns into a challenge one that is a bit embarrassing for Heather. She’s going to ask Crew out on a date. This does get interrupted by Jim though.

This is a favorite scene.

He wiped a hand over his face, trying to cover his smile. “I’m curious as to what brought you to my table like a nervous cat because the few times we’ve crossed paths, you’re always quite confident.”

“I usually am, but this is an unusual circumstance and I’m about to put you in an awkward position.”

“I doubt that,” he said, waving the waitress over. “Could you please bring the lady a drink?”

She glanced up. “Oh. A glass of the house red is fine.”

The waitress nodded and scurried away.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Heather said, going back to playing with her hair. “But thank you.”

“My pleasure. Now tell me about this strange position you’re putting me in.”

“You know Doc James Casey, right?”

“I do.” Crew nodded. “He takes care of my dogs.”

“You seem like the big dog kind of person. What kind do you have?” Heather smiled that bright grin that made her eyes sparkle like the ocean dancing under the sun. It reminded him of a hot summer morning at the beach, just him, the water tickling his toes, and the salty air awakening his senses.

Christ. Crew needed to get a grip. Heather wasn’t for him. No woman was for him. He couldn’t ever be with someone he cared about again.

It would kill him.

“I have a couple of mutts, actually. They look like they could be maybe a Lab-shepherd mix, but not sure. However, you’re changing the subject.”

The waitress quietly and quickly set a glass of wine in front of Heather before taking off for a different table.

“He and I are friends, but as of late, he’s been putting the pressure on. I didn’t see it and my sister and my friend over there are pushing me to ask you out in order to get him off my back.”

“I see.”

“God, that sounded awful. I mean, I meant to ask you out, but I thought it only fair to tell you about Jim and… shit. I’m just making it worse. Now, I’m acting like my sister, Alyssa. Shit. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m flattered.” He rested his elbows on the table. “But in order for something like that to really work, for him to really get the hint, we should probably go out on a proper date and not just have this one little drink where I’m on duty and I’m going to have to leave as soon as my check comes.” Nothing like having diarrhea of the mouth. Hopefully, she’d turn him down, believing this would be enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jim leave his group of friends and meander across the patio.

Not good.

“That’s really sweet of you, but I’m not trying to make Jim jealous or anything. I can handle Jim. I mean, we’re friends. Pretty good friends, actually. He’s not a bad guy.”

Why the hell was this woman rambling on about another man? “I’m confused. Do you like Jim and want to go out with him?”

“Oh God. No. I’m trying to keep my friends from coming over here, fixing us up, and telling Jim you and I are going out or something, making this even weirder.” She smacked her palm against her forehead. “This is not going how I expected it to. I think a glass of wine before I had food wasn’t a good idea.”

“Relax,” Crew said with a slight laugh. “I’d love to go out on a date, but I’d like to know if Jim is actually my competition.”

“We’re just friends,” she said with a bright smile. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m—”

“My, my,” Jim said as he tapped his finger on the table. “Detective Irvin. How are you this evening? How are Duke and Daisy?”

“They’re both doing well, thank you.” Crew had seen Jim go chat up the girls about a half hour ago and now that Jim was standing at his table, Crew wondered what game Heather was really playing.

The make a man jealous game?

Or get rid of a man game?

Either way, he shouldn’t be playing. Dating wasn’t something he was prepared to bring back into his wheelhouse. Not even for Heather.

“I see you’re wearing your badge and gun belt,” Jim pointed out. “Does that mean you’re on duty?”

“I’m on my dinner break.” Crew didn’t need to explain anything to Jim, especially since Crew didn’t keep the same hours as a beat cop. Technically, he was the only detective on the payroll, so he was always on duty, but he currently was punching the clock. As in, he should probably be in uniform, but he’d gotten away with not wearing one since he rode into town and he hoped to keep it that way.

Jim held his hands up. “No judgment here. I was just hoping my taxpayer dollars weren’t paying for a date or something.”

Heather arched a brow and opened her mouth, but Crew cut her off.

“I was about to ask Heather here out to dinner, but you interrupted me,” Crew said.

“Actually, you did ask. I just hadn’t had the chance to accept.” She smiled. “And I’d love to. How about Friday night?”

“I’m technically off tomorrow, so that works. As long as I don’t get called in, we should be good.” Crew nodded.

“Heather, can I speak to you for a moment?” Jim asked. “Um, well, I was going to walk Crew to his car,” Heather said.

“I’ll wait,” Jim said.

Crew stood, taking Heather by the hand. “Have a good night.” He led her through the crowd, stopping at the bar and settling his bill before pushing open the front door. “Well, that was interesting.”

“You don’t have to take me out if you don’t want to.” She ran her hand through her hair.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask this. Did you want to go out with Jim?” Crew scratched his jaw. “I’m asking because now I’m really confused.”

“So am I.” She let out a long breath. “My sister and Zuri warned me that Jim wanted more, but I didn’t see it and I don’t want to use you.”

He reached out and curled his fingers around her biceps. “Do you want to go out with me? Because I definitely want to go out with you. To be honest, I’ve thought about asking you out the last couple of times I’ve seen you, but I’m a bit of a loner for reasons we can talk about another time.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Heather leaned against his patrol car.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Yeah. I’d like to have dinner with you.” She smiled.

“Good.” He pulled out one of his cards. “This is my personal cell. Don’t hesitate to call me. Day or night.”

She took it between her fingertips.

“Why don’t you text me now so I can put your number in my contacts, and I will text you with the details for our date.” His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t tell if he was nervous, or if it was something else.

No. He knew it wasn’t guilt, only he wished it was because that would make it easier.

His mother told him a desire to start over would eventually kick in. That was unless he returned to the dark place and even he didn’t want to go back to living with one foot in the grave. His precious Darla and sweet little Gypsy wouldn’t appreciate that. He needed to at least do what they’d want him to do— expect him to do— and go about the business of living and doing the right thing.

He could do that in small-town Idaho.

“Why do you look like you really don’t want to go out with me?” Crew took her hand and ran his thumb over the soft, tender skin of her wrist.

Her cheeks turned a pretty pink. “It’s not that. I just don’t have a lot of room in my life for dating and I feel weird about this. About how it all came about.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss. It was short, and not necessarily romantic, but he did let them linger more than a few seconds.

A slight moan tickled the back of her throat. Without thinking, she gripped his shoulders, leaning into his strong frame.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest, keeping the kiss going. He tasted like strawberries dipped in chocolate milk. His tongue twisted and twirled around hers in an exotic dance.

She blinked as he pulled back.

“That was unexpected,” she whispered.
Jen Talty. Whiskey Cobbler: It’s All In The Whiskey Book 6 (Kindle Locations 300-369). Jupiter Press.

Now of course in the way of small towns gossip starts, but it’s the sudden incriminating things that start happening on Whiskey Ranch that are far more disturbing.

The fact that Jim is one of those fueling that fire hurts as well. Fortunately Heather has a very qualified ally in Crew.

Intrigue with a few twists and turns and a romance that is both sizzling and healing.

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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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Dark Legacy – Legacy Book 1 By Jen Talty

Dark Legacy
Legacy Series Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Shannon Brendel, a therapist for troubled teens, wants to find the daughter she gave up when was sixteen. She doesn’t want a relationship. She only wants to know her child is safe and has a better life. One free from her father’s dark legacy. However, when she begins the search, she will lead the evil man she feels she helped create right to her daughter’s doorstep. This is a man she’s vowed never to see again. A man who could easily pull her back into the depths of hell her father had placed her in. He is a man who is hell bent on revenge and will stop at nothing to see that Shannon, and their daughter, pay the ultimate price.

Jackson Armstrong, a private investigator will take just about any case except those involving adoption. He has his reasons. So, when his super sexy neighbor asks him to help her find the little girl she gave up years ago, he says no. That is until Shannon’s patients start mysteriously disappearing, showing up dead, and Shannon becomes the best suspect. Jackson will do whatever it takes to prove Shannon is innocent and protect her and her daughter.

But will it be enough to save them from such a dark legacy.

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This book opens with a glimpse at Shannon’s past and a bit of the horror from it. We progress to the present day as Shannon is sort of celebrating the anniversary of her freedom. A sailboat at the end of her dock, a Tartan, the same boat of her nightmares causes her to drop her coffee.

Her neighbor Jackson attempts to help her not cut her feet. He bought the sailboat to celebrate his divorce. He didn’t know it would cause his neighbor to be upset. He does agree to get a visual on her friend so she knows she’s okay, but he gets upset when she asks him to find the daughter she gave up for adoption. He won’t do searches for adoption, it’s personal.

This is a favorite scene.

“Here you go.” Jackson handed her a cup. The bitter aroma filled her nose like pure, unsweetened cocoa. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

She laughed. “I’m actually having dinner with my stepmother, but maybe we can have a drink after.”

“Are you actually agreeing to a date?” he asked with wide eyes and a big, goofy smile.

The man was too cute for his own good.

“Not a date. Just a drink with a friend. Say around nine? Right here? We can build a fire.”

“Sounds great to me.” He raised his mug.

“Can I ask you a work-related question?”

“Sure,” Jackson said.

“Do you ever take on cases for friends?”

“All the time. Why?”

She stole a peek at the sailboat. That night had changed her life in more ways than one. “I’d like to hire you.”

“For?” He set his coffee on the railing, easing closer, leaving his arms dangling at his sides.

He must have taken a ton of psychology courses because he knew exactly how to put someone at ease. Anyone would bare their soul to this man and not even know they were doing it.

She let out a puff of air. The only person she’d ever spoken to about her daughter had been Annette. Even her mother couldn’t bear to hear about it, always telling Shannon that she’d been a horrible teenager and to pray for forgiveness.

“Two things, actually. I don’t like doing this, but a… a friend of mine missed a lunch date on Friday, and I haven’t been able to reach her all weekend. She’s never done that, and I’m a little worried. Could I trouble you to just check on her or something? I don’t mind paying you.”

“I can do that,” he said, but the way he tilted his head indicated that he wasn’t buying the friend part.

Shit. She could get fired for that one.

“I’m just concerned, and I want to know she’s okay.”

“You just want me to get a visual? Or do you need me to contact her?”

Shannon looked at the sky for an answer. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, she knew that something wasn’t right with Belinda, and she couldn’t let it go. “Just a visual. Her name is Belinda Montgomery, and she—”

“Name is all I need. If I want more, I’ll call,” he said.


“No problem. And no need to pay me. Now, what’s the second?”

“This one is a little bit more detailed, and I’ll insist on compensating you for your time.” She reached for her pendant, running her finger up and down the feathered sides. Not a day went by that she didn’t wear the necklace. It drove her mother crazy, but only because of where it had come from and the fact that Shannon still had a relationship with her father’s second wife.

“If it makes you feel more comfortable, your case will be confidential. The only other person who will know the details, or your name, will be Katie, my partner.”

“I can’t say that makes me feel better. This is pretty personal and not easy for me.” But she wasn’t going to turn back now. She just needed a few deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Slow and controlled. “I want to find the child I gave up for adoption.” Her fingers trembled over the silver jewelry dangling from her neck. Her gaze darted toward the parking area, focusing on Jackson’s shiny pickup truck. A diesel. It had rumbled many a late night, loud and proud. But it always calmed her nerves, even when it woke her up.

Jackson was one of the few men who always made her feel safe.

“You want me to find the kid you gave up?” Jackson’s tone had an edge she’d only heard when he got upset with the lawn guy for ruining his rose bush. Jackson hadn’t ever yelled at the groundskeeper, but the anger lacing his words was more terrifying than any screaming match could be.

Shannon swallowed the thick lump in her throat. This was turning out to be harder than she’d thought. Her fears over being judged ran wild, and she knew that she read too much into Jackson’s attitude. “This may sound odd, but I just want to know if she’s okay. That she was placed in a good home.”

He raked a hand through his long hair. “I’m sorry. I’m going to have to say no. I don’t do adoption cases under any circumstances.” He turned his back and leaned against the deck with his arms folded across his chest.

Closed-off. And the tension that filled the air nearly choked her. The therapist in her wanted to ask probing questions to tackle the problem at hand. To figure out why adoption cases were a trigger for him. But she reminded herself that he wasn’t her client, and this was about her finding her daughter and getting some closure for her past.

“Why not?” she asked. The thumping of her heart roared in her head. “I would think you’d get a lot of cases like this in your line of work.” She didn’t care what his issues were, only why he didn’t want to do her a favor.

Or at the very least, take her money.

“And I always turn them away. It’s nothing personal—”

“Like hell.” She took him by the shoulder and yanked until his body twisted. She caught his gaze and gasped at the judgment staring back at her. “This is very personal to me, and you’re not only saying no— which, okay, you have that right— but you’re also condemning me and my decision, and that’s not fair. You don’t know my history. Or anything about why I might have been completely incapable of raising a child at sixteen.”

He let out a long breath, nodding as if he understood. But he didn’t. How could he? “Please understand, I’m not judging what you did. I do, however, have a problem with what you’re asking me to do.”

“I think you owe me the reason why, at least,” she said under her breath. For years, she’d let her mother pretend that Shannon had never had a baby. She allowed the shame her mother felt to become hers. Not anymore. And she’d be damned if she would let Jackson— or anyone for that matter— make her feel shitty for one of the most difficult decisions she’d ever had to make.

“Do you want the truth?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, his dark orbs conveying a resolve that could only mask a crushing pain. She saw it every day in the eyes of the patients she treated.

The same look stared back at her every morning.

And today, she could see it cut deep into Jackson’s psychological make-up. Her pulse steadied as she braced herself for his explanation. “I expect nothing less from you,” she said.

“You might not like what I have to say.”

“I don’t like what you’ve said so far, so I don’t think you’re going to make it worse. At least maybe I’ll understand and respect your decision.”

“I don’t think it’s right for birth parents to insert themselves into the lives of the children they gave up. Maybe if it were the other way around, and the child wanted to know… But even then, I’d still decline the case. I’ve seen what it can do to families.”

“But you’ll spy on a woman because her husband thinks she’s cheating.” She smoothed her hands down her slacks. “You’re right. I will,” he said with a steely tone. “I’m not the only private investigator in town. I can recommend someone who will do an excellent job. In the meantime, I’m still happy to check in on your friend.” He downed his coffee in one gulp. “I’ll text you contact information for a buddy of mine. I send him a lot of cases like this. He’s good, and he’ll be discreet. I’m really sorry, but it would be like asking you to perform brain surgery just because you have a PhD. It’s not your specialty.”

She opened her mouth and snapped it shut three times. His specialty was finding people. Said so right on his business card that he’d given her when they first met. She had half a mind to call him on his bullshit, but the sudden screeching of tires spinning on the pavement of the road above caught her attention.

A van nearly missed a vehicle at a standstill at the top of their driveway.

“Stupid place to park a car.” Jackson flipped his mug, tossing the last few drops of the liquid to the grass. “Do you happen to know the owner of that vehicle?”

She stared at a light blue sedan. “I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “But the first cabin on the hill isn’t rented this year, that I know of. Maybe it’s someone looking into it.”

“Third morning in a row that I’ve noticed. But it’s never there before I go to bed at night.”

“Do you think it’s something we should be worried about?” she asked.

“I’m probably being paranoid. I should really get going.” He tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight at nine.”

“I know you’ve got plans with family, so take your time. We can do drinks another night.”

“Are you canceling on me because I had a baby when I was a young girl and gave her up?” She drew her lips into a tight line, breathing in through her nose and exhaling with purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had taken offense to her choice.

Or maybe it was because she’d had sex at such a young age. Imagine if he knew the truth. That would blow his mind into a million tiny pieces.

“It’s not that. I just think with it being the anniversary of your father’s death and being around your family, it might be best if we do it another night.”

“I don’t need you to think for me.” She shoved the mug at his chest. “Thanks for the coffee.” She turned on her heel and stomped into her house, slamming the door.

She didn’t need Jackson to find her daughter.

She didn’t need him to have a drink with her.

Hell, she didn’t need him one damn bit.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at her mother’s name flashing across the screen. “Sorry, Mom, I’m not dealing with your drama today.”
Jen Talty. Dark Legacy: The Legacy Series (Kindle Locations 347-351). Jupiter Press.

Now Jackson already has a case open on Belinda and things aren’t lining up with the interviews they’ve done. They’ve managed to talk their client into filing a missing persons report in the hopes it will open more doors.

It’s when Belinda’s found and they find some connections that don’t quite make sense that things get very interesting.

Between her mother, and having a couple patients die, Shannon is feeling out of sorts. On the bright side, Jackson takes her adoption case and they also start a relationship. One that gets pretty steamy quickly.

There’s a lot of twists and turns in this one and I love Jackson and Shannon.

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

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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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