Fly With Me – With Me In Seattle Universe Book 3 by Jen Talty

Fly With Me
With Me In Seattle Universe Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Troy Bowie has no desire to do anything but fly the friendly skies at twice the speed of sound. The only relationship he’s ever wanted is one with the military. His career means more to him than anything—except his family. And he does whatever he can to be there for his parents and his siblings whenever possible. So, when the Navy gives him a few weeks off to attend his niece’s christening, he takes it. He loves being at home—at least, for short periods—but after a few days, he’s ready to get on his private plane and return to Hawaii to get back to work.

Until he meets an intriguing young woman with a broken heart and decides to help her put it back together before he leaves for his next deployment.

As a Navy brat, Priela Sloane traveled all over the globe—a lifestyle she valued but not something she wanted for herself. She cut a deal with her father and served her time in the military before heading off to culinary school. Now finally on her own, Priela wants nothing to do with strong, alpha males. And she sure as hell doesn’t want to date a fighter pilot. All the military ever did for her was destroy the only person she ever loved: her brother. However, Troy isn’t a typical Navy man, nor does he come from a typical family, and he keeps breaking down her defenses and proving all her theories wrong.

​At the end of his leave, will she let him fly away, or will she fly away with him?

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Troy Bowie’s mother is always trying to fix him up when he comes home on leave. This time is no different, but she’s invited several single females to this welcome home party. There’s one in particular she wants Troy to spend time.

Priela Sloane is catering this welcome home bash for the Bowies. She’s also been seeking information from anyone she can. She doesn’t accept the Navy’s ruling on her brother’s death, she wants the truth.

The first thing Troy notices about Priela is her stance. She has a military bearing that one doesn’t lose no matter how long you’re out. When Troy’s mother pushes them together, he convinces her sitting for a couple minutes is the best course of action.

That’s when Troy learns the reason for her anger at the Navy and he makes a decision to see what he can find. He has already been assigned to evaluate her brother’s flying for training purposes. Now he’ll look from yet another angle of course he can’t say anything because it’s all classified but he’ll try to get some answers.

The interaction between Troy and Priela really gets started when she invites him for coffee to apologize for being rude. That turns into a lovely day together and the possible beginning of a relationship. Of course there is also the ex that doesn’t seem to go away. Now neither one of them wants a relationship, but isn’t that always when things happen?

We see Jager and Callie in this one and also Darcie and Reid. Let me just say Troy babysitting for Jag and Callie’s daughter had me giggling.

As Troy digs deeper, he finds he needs more resources and his friends definitely help out there. Boy do some feathers get ruffled with all this inquiry.

Plenty of suspense, some action and a relationship that goes up and down, then sizzles off the pages.

I hope Jen writes more of these delightful tales.

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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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Vicious Rebel – 82 Street Vandals Book 2 by Heather Long

Vicious Rebel
82 Street Vandals Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


My name is Emersyn Sharpe. Until a few months ago, I was the lead performer for a traveling show finishing up a contract. I had been beaten, but never broken.

Then they took me.

I didn’t belong in their world.

Still, they took me and I didn’t know why. They promised to protect me and to keep me safe, but they had to know I’d run. They had to know.

Now my world and theirs might be on a collision course and as much as I didn’t belong in their world, I didn’t want mine to rain down on them.

Not on Jasper, the dictatorial jerk who kissed like he wanted to own me. Not on Rome, the tortured artist who protected me. Not on Kestrel, the liar with the soulful eyes and dedicated heart. Not on Liam, the bastard who loved his brother. Not on Vaughn, the beautiful man with the beautiful voice who made me want everything I shouldn’t. Not on Doc, the gifted physician who’d kept his promises to me.

I ran.

But I didn’t get far and now…now I don’t know what will happen next.

VICIOUS REBEL is a full length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. The dark romance aspects of this tale darken with this book. Please be aware some situations may be uncomfortable for readers. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book two in the series.

If you haven’t read Savage Vandal STOP! Go read it, this book begins right where that one ended.

Emersyn panicked when she saw her uncle and ran in the other direction. When she was grabbed, she fought, and did manage to get away but not too far. She does see Doc take out her attacker, then she realizes it’s Liam. Of course he had made the mistake of calling her Princess.

This just one of many favorite scenes.

I bit down into the meaty part of the hand over my mouth and kicked my feet back at the person holding me. I missed with the first swing, but the second slammed into a knee.

“Fuck.” The heated curse exploded against my ear. “Goddammit, princess.”


Bile burned in my throat, and I fought to get my teeth into his hand again. I didn’t want any part of him touching me, much less his flesh. The moment I found purchase, I gritted down and he yanked his hand away. Cold air slapped my face, and I curled my hands up to dig my nails into his forearm. I didn’t remember him being this strong, but I didn’t care.

“Fuck me. Stop, princess.”

I slammed my head back into his face, and spots flickered in front of my eyes. There were windows above us. And I thought I could see flour dust rising somewhere. Maybe a bakery. The trash in the alley smelled too. All of it raced at me, like sensory overload. The arms crushing me released abruptly.

The pounding of feet against concrete, even as I stumbled forward, had me twisting. My assailant turned away to look back the way we’d come, and a blur of motion caught him right in the chest and threw him to the ground.

Like a reel played in slow motion, the pair of men grappled as they rolled, and then as suddenly as the fight started, it ended with one man pinning the other with his legs while he held his arm in a lock. That man— Doc— stared up at me. “You okay, Little Bit?”

Fear ballooned in my gut, and I blew out a ragged breath before my gaze fell to the blond in the brutal hold.

It wasn’t my uncle.

It was Liam.

Relief swam through me, and I staggered away, barely catching myself on the side of a dumpster before what little food I’d eaten that day came up. The sour taste burned my throat, and my eyes sparked tears. I couldn’t suck in a breath for the retching hurling out of me.

The shakes hit next and I didn’t have time for this, but it was like every part of the panic unfurled in my system and left me a trembling, sniveling mess.

“Easy, Little Bit.” The warmth of Doc’s voice penetrated the shell around me a moment before a heavy hand settled on my back. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

“What the fuck, Doc?” Liam demanded. Their conversation came from a million miles away. “You tried to break my goddamn arm.”

“Why the hell were you dragging her off the street?” The growl in Doc’s words reverberated over me, but I couldn’t make myself focus on it, not when I was trying to remember how to breathe.

My uncle’s face flooded my mind’s eye, and I squeezed my eyes shut to try and blot out the image. Music. Dance. The Vandals.

Anything but my uncle.

“’Cause she took off on Rome’s watch. You think Jasper’s gonna get over that shit? No. So I came to see what the fuck she was doing, and don’t think I didn’t see her hook up with you.”

“You didn’t see shit,” Doc snarled back, and I closed my eyes as the heaving finally eased and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. But before I could even connect, Doc pressed a napkin into my hand as he helped me ease upright. I stared at him, then over at Liam, then back again. “You with us, Little Bit?”

“What the fuck is wrong with the little hellspawn?”


I laughed.

It wasn’t a very friendly sound. If anything, it sounded a lot like crying.

“Ignore the prick, Emersyn.” Doc touched my cheek lightly. “How fucking hard did you grip her?”

“She was fighting,” Liam said with a scowl and crossed his arms. “Why don’t you ask if she’s had her shots since she bit me.”

I cut a look over at him. “You followed me.” The words sounded so normal, and yet everything inside me still shook.


“Why?” he parroted, cocking his head to the side and staring at me before glancing over his shoulder back at the street. “How about we get the hell back to the clubhouse with her before the guys realize she left?” That wasn’t directed at me.

“She wanted out,” Doc said, curling his arm around me. I shouldn’t lean into him. In fact, the best thing to do was walk out of this alley and keep walking.

“I don’t care.” The disdain in Liam’s voice made me frown. “Jasper will put another hole in Rome if he thinks he let her go.”

“He can’t do anything about her escaping,” Doc said patiently, like it was the most rational thing in the world. “The obligation of the prisoner is to escape.”

“Let me repeat,” Liam said, arms falling to his side as he took a step toward us. A shadow of a bruise formed on his cheek, and there were scrapes on his neck, plus more bruises on his knuckles. “I. Don’t. Care. They want her there, Rome was left to look after her, she’s going back… She already got him stabbed once. I’m not letting it happen a second time.”

“Wait.” Finding my voice shouldn’t be this hard. I pushed away from Doc and forced myself to stand on my own two feet. The problem was, I wanted to curl up against him and hide there. Doc felt safe. Safety was always a lie. “What do you mean I got him stabbed?”

The attack.

The three guys who came at us when we’d been at the park. Correction, the three guys had come at me. I’d trusted Rome had my back and he had.

I took a step toward Liam. The dismissive coolness in his eyes cut at me. “He was hurt.”

“Yes, princ—”

I didn’t even realize I’d moved until my fist cracked against the side of his nose. The faintest sound of crunching bone made me wince. So did the spray of blood.

“You cunt,” he snapped as he put a hand up to his face. Lucky for me, he didn’t hit back, but Doc was already hauling me backward and putting himself between us.

“Watch your mouth,” Doc chastised him.

“I don’t care if he calls me cunt,” I said. “I told you, don’t call me princess. You do it again, and it’ll be your balls I smash.”

I was no princess. The word even tasted filthy in my mouth.

“Noted, Hellspawn.” He spit out blood, then touched his nose carefully before glaring at me. “Hellspawn fits better anyway.”

I’d take it.
Heather Long. Vicious Rebel: 82nd Street Vandals (Kindle Locations 96-146).

We get glimpses of everyone’s past in this book, and I do mean everyone.

Then there’s the heat between Emersyn and the guys, and some of them actually getting invited to her bed. But there’s a lot happening in this book, especially with Freddie.

So we have past, present, laughter, tears and of course the OMG ending Heather has gotten very good at leaving us with.

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

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

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

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

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Planet Cat – Shifter Worlds Book 2 by Rebecca Royce

Planet Cat
Shifter Worlds Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


Tiffany Keyes is the one of the best problem-solvers the Union has ever had. They send her all over the universe to handle disruptions any way she sees fit. She hates them but it isn’t like she has a lot of options and she’s determined not to end her life the same way she started it: in the dead zone.

When she arrives on what is not affectionately referred to as Planet Cat to deal with the notoriously isolationist lion shifters she has heard nothing good about, she finds herself in a situation she’s never been in before—the leaders of the planet are absolutely certain she’s their mate.

They are strong, difficult, and in charge of an entire planet. Now, they have no intention of letting her go until they’ve convinced her that what they can scent is real. She is theirs. But Tiffany knows nothing in her life goes that simply. She can’t be their mate, she’s not one of their species. This can’t be real. Only it is starting to feel that way. More and more every day.
Tiffany is used to complications but this might be one even she can’t solve. She might have to just go for it. And damn the consequences.

This is a full-length novel with a strong heroine and three heroes who sometimes shift to become lions. It is part of the Shifter’s World series where every book is a stand-alone with a happily ever after. You do not need to have read anything else to read this book. There are no cliff-hangers.

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Tiffany Keyes was about to surf the Cyclops, a wave she has been promising herself to conquer forever. She’s more than a little upset with her boss Ferguson as he calls her to duty. There are missiles being fired from Planet Cat but the governing body says it’s not happening. That’s where Tiffany’s expertise comes in.

Her trip was going to plan until they began orbiting the planet, then they are shot at. Her captain avoids it but insists on landing early to prevent actually getting hit. Landing on a Shifter planet a day early is ill advised, but Tiffany would handle it. With the town not in sight the Captain was a bit hesitant to leave her, but didn’t argue when she insisted he find and analyze the missile.

The next thing she knows she’s surrounded by three male lion shifters, she was supposed to be met by females but that not until noon tomorrow.

Angering these men was not advisable even though they were amused by her weapon. After a sort of altercation they start again, this time with introductions. The lions are William, Oscar and Casper and they are the leaders of the planet and as it is about to rain they wanted to get out of it quickly.

An interesting relationship begins almost from the start and Tiffany begins to wonder just what kind of affect this planet or these shifters were having on her. Apparently they have some crazy notion she is their true mate.

I thoroughly enjoyed this romp on Plant Cat, it’s suspenseful, fun, romantic and has plenty of sizzle.

I can’t wait to see what’s next in Planet Wolf!

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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A Duke in Time: The Widow Rules Book 1 by Janna MacGregor

A Duke in Time
The Widow Rules Book 1
Janna MacGregor


Katherine Vareck is in for the shock of her life when she learns upon her husband Meri’s accidental death that he had married two other women. Her entire business, along with a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a royal supplier, is everything she’s been working for and now could be destroyed if word leaks about the three wives.

Meri’s far more upstanding brother, Christian, Duke of Randford has no earthly clue how to be of assistance. He spent the better part of his adult years avoiding Meri and the rest of his good-for-nothing family, so to be dragged back into the fold is…problematic. Even more so is the intrepid and beautiful Katherine, whom he cannot be falling for because she’s Meri’s widow. Or can he?

With a textile business to run and a strong friendship forming with Meri’s two other wives, Katherine doesn’t have time for much else. But there’s something about the warm, but compellingly taciturn Christian that draws her to him. When an opportunity to partner in a business venture brings them even closer, they’ll have to face their pasts if they want to share each other’s hearts and futures.

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This book opens as Katherine Vareck, Lady Meriwether, arrives at the solicitors for the reading of her husband’s will. What she doesn’t know is that there are two other women arriving for the same purpose. The clerks were bringing them to the room where the solicitor just left Katherine, not exactly subtle. She realizes what is going on when she hears Christian, the Duke Randford, arrive and adamantly demand the solicitor ‘take care of it’. One of the problems Mr. Hanes has is that they can’t find any money to return the women’s dowries. When she confronts Christian with his responsibilities as Meri’s brother he isn’t having any of it. He’s cleaned up far too many of his brother’s messes and he’s done.

A few things happen after the Duke departs, first Katherine has a discussion with her companion, Willa Ferguson, regarding the other two wives and second she invites them to stay at her home. They’re all in the same boat and they all have to wait for answers.

The Duke himself has sort of a change of heart, realizing he should help these women somehow he returns to the solicitor’s to find they’ve already left. He gains a new employee as he recognized the man begging for coins as Phillip Reed, a talented carpenter who served under his command. The realization that others who served were out there with no means of employment struck him and he vows to help them.

The second wife, Constance Lysander, is pregnant and she traveled with her Aunt Venetia. They were expecting the Duke provide accommodations for them which is obviously not happening.

The third wife Blythe Howell, is the sister of a Viscount. She wants to avoid her brother at all costs.

All of these women need to avoid scandal and that’s going to take some doing. Katherine is the only one in a relatively good position since she has a successful business and is up for a Royal contract.

There are many twists and turns in this story for each of these women, although we center on Katherine and her growing relationship with Christian.

This is a delightful tale that had me laughing out loud, sniffling and fanning myself from the heat generated by Katherine and Christian.

I can’t wait to read the next installment of this series.

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Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and lives in Kansas City with her very own dashing rogue, and two smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pugs. She loves to hear from readers.

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Where There’s A Will – The Widow Rules Prequel by Janna MacGregor

Where There’s A Will
The Widow Rules Prequel
Janna MacGregor


Katherine, Lady Meriwether Vareck, dreads attending the reading of her husband’s will, but she’s hoping she’ll at least have her dowry returned. And meet her departed husband’s half brother, the popular war hero duke, who seems to be everywhere, including her daydreams. Though the errant duke has never bothered to write or see her, Katherine decides to go to his house and introduce herself. Their first meeting shouldn’t be at a solicitor’s office, after all.

Even though he’s just returned home from the war, Christian Vareck, the Duke of Randford, is quite tired of all the ladies vying for his attention by throwing handkerchiefs his way. That is…until he catches a glimpse of her, the woman with a handkerchief in hand, walking to his front door. When she suddenly turns and leaves without introducing herself, Christian is surprisingly devasted. Determined to discover her identity, he plans to scour the streets of London until he finds her. But first, he must locate his late half brother’s missing will, then meet his late brother’s widow, too…

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Katherine, Lady Meriwether Varick’s husband died within a year of their marriage. She owns a successful linen business catering to the elite by appointment only. She was surprised she hasn’t received condolences from her husband’s brother, Christian Varick, the Duke of Randford. Since he was at war she really couldn’t blame him but now he was home he should have at least sent a note. She knew she would see him at the reading of her husband’s will, but somehow her mind has judged him and not in a very charitable way.

The Duke is returning from the war and is to attend the reading of his brother’s will, but first he has to find it. Apparently Meriwether said he gave it to him before he left for his commission. He wasn’t expecting the spectacle awaiting him at the docks, woman waving handkerchiefs some close enough to make improper suggestions. There was only one encounter that meant anything to him though. The wife of man he served with came to greet him with their children. Their conversation was touching and brought a tear to my eye. He also gave a coin to a boy by his horses, telling him to get a gift for his mother.

The spectacle of the handkerchiefs didn’t end at the docks, it was all over his lawn the next day as well. Unfortunately Katherine had decided to call upon the Duke before they were removed. At the time Christian is closed in his study with the family solicitor Mr. Hines, but he spies her from the window.

This is a favorite scene.

Christian rose from his chair. “Mr. Hanes, thank you for coming today.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Grace.” The solicitor dipped a deep bow. “Welcome home, sir.”

“Thank you.” Christian motioned for the solicitor to take a chair. “Hanes, I’d like to introduce you to my batman now my valet, Jacob Morgan.”

Both men acknowledged greetings, then they all sat down to business.

“You can’t find Lord Meriwether’s will?” The solicitor pushed his wire-framed spectacles up his nose.

“No. I’ve searched in every conceivable place that I could think of. I wonder if Meri even gave it to me. Wheatley helped me search.” Christian stood abruptly and walked to the window. Deuce take him that he had to waste any more time on his half brother’s affairs. He exhaled slowly. He shouldn’t take that attitude. It was his duty, the last one he’d have to perform on behalf of Meri. “Do you need it? He only had me as family. After his bills are paid, there probably won’t be anything left.”

“Apparently, he has a wife, Your Grace,” Hanes said softly.

Christian stared at the solicitor, considering how to respond. He turned his attention back to the window and concentrated on the slips of colorful material hanging on the boxwoods. He forced himself not to curse. He’d not speak ill of the dead, nor would he say anything against Meriwether’s wife.

But truly, who in all of England would marry his degenerate half brother, a profligate, wasteful man who loved to live beyond his means and bet on horse races?

“When?” Christian asked, not turning away from his watch.

“Approximately a year ago,” Hanes offered.

“Here in London, according to his papers.”

“Who is she?”

“The former Miss Katherine Greer. I discovered she doesn’t live far from here. About two streets over.”

“Surprising that she hasn’t contacted me. No telling what kind of a woman she is.” It was wicked to even make a judgment about the woman before he’d ever met her. However, if she’d married his rakish half brother, Christian had good cause to think ill of her. He clasped his hands behind his back, then glanced over his shoulder. “Has she written to you?”

Hanes nodded. “She’s written to one of my clerks. She’ll be at my office later this morning. When Lady Meriwether arrives, I’ll explain what’s happened and what I believe will be her share of your late brother’s estate.”

Christian cringed slightly at the title of Lady Meriwether. “Half brother,” he added curtly.

From the corner of his eye, a movement caught his attention, and he turned his attention to the window. A woman in a mauve gown slowed in front of his home. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of all the handkerchiefs strewn about the place. He felt the same, only not in a good way.

The hat she wore covered her face, hiding her expression from him. No doubt, she was as appalled as he by the appearance of the handkerchiefs. For some reason, he watched her. The woman’s movements could only be described as elegant and graceful. Her gown was not ostentatious but stylish in a subdued manner. The tilt of her head and her graceful stride marked her a woman of quality. She lowered her head then hesitated at the walk leading to the front door. It was almost as if she contemplated something.

Hoping for a better glimpse, he leaned forward until his forehead was less than an inch from the glass pane. His chest expanded as he held his breath, hoping she’d turn and walk toward his front door. Perhaps she was another soldier’s wife or sister who wanted to offer him another welcome home but was too shy to approach.

He’d gladly receive her. It would keep him from having to listen to the droll details of Meri’s estate and widow.

For what other reason would an unaccompanied woman come to his house? She wanted to speak with him. Yes, that had to be why the woman was here. Thankfully, she didn’t have a handkerchief in her hand. If he had any luck at all, she wasn’t married but wanted to share a kind word or thought.

The overwhelming urge to leave this room became nigh near impossible to ignore. He’d go to the front door and invite her into his home, this very study, and . . . the world would melt away. It’d be the two of them in conversation, a simple but heartfelt one where they shared each other’s secrets.

Christian raised his hand to knock on the window. Never had he felt such an irresistible need to meet a woman—this woman in particular. He wanted to know everything about her. Where did she come from? Who was her family? Why was she here?

This was ridiculous. Christian relaxed his clenched hand. He’d never been a man who got lost in fanciful romantic whimsies.

But then . . . she pulled a handkerchief from her reticule. His stomach knotted as if preparing for a blow that would knock the wind out him. What was she doing? Surely, she wasn’t going to add hers into the mix, hoping that he’d find it in the piles of linen and silk that adorned his home.

She brought it toward her face. He couldn’t see the entire movement, but he thought she might have dabbed her eyes. Perhaps she was as overcome as he at the idea of meeting each other.

He almost laughed aloud. It was another fantastical idea. He wanted to open the window and shout “hello,” so she’d tilt her face to his. One view would satisfy the overwhelming urge to see if her face was as beautiful as her figure.

Instead, he simply mouthed the words without uttering a peep.

Hello there. I’ve been waiting for you.

If fate held any favor for him, then the woman would look his way.

“Your Grace?” Mr. Hanes called out.

Christian turned at the sound of urgency in his voice.

“What about your brother’s will? Might I ask if you’ll search for it once more?”
MacGregor, Janna. Where There’s A Will. Kindle Locations (453-497). St. Martin’s Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Before Katherine reaches the door, she changes her mind and decides to have that first meeting at the solicitor’s.

Christian’s batman now valet, Jacob Morgan, finally locates the will, in time to make the appointment at the solicitor’s office.

Then all the shocks hit and the fun begins, only to be continued in the first book ‘A Duke In Time’, coming June 29th.

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Janna MacGregor was born and raised in the bootheel of Missouri. She credits her darling mom for introducing her to the happily-ever-after world of romance novels. Janna writes stories where compelling and powerful heroines meet and fall in love with their equally matched heroes. She is the mother of triplets and lives in Kansas City with her very own dashing rogue, and two smug, but not surprisingly, perfect pugs. She loves to hear from readers.

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The Aliens Zookeeper – Aliens and Animals Book 1 by Arizona Tape & Skye MacKinnon

The Alien’s Zookeeper
Aliens and Animals Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Arizona Tape
Skye MacKinnon


The stars gave her a mate…
and a rhino.

Tilly doesn’t believe in aliens. At least, she didn’t, until she gets abducted along with half the animals of her zoo. When you and your rhino are stuck in a cage on a spaceship, it’s hard not to believe. One of them, an elf-eared female, seems ready to help her find a way back to Earth, but is that really what Tilly wants?

Bavalla’s messed up big time. She wasn’t supposed to abduct a sentient being, but now that she’s face to face with a female who’s not only intelligent but also very attractive, she has to figure out what to do. Telling the Captain would result in severe punishment, but how do you hide a human who’s very intent on saving not just herself, but all her animals as well?

A fast-paced f/f romance with a strong human woman and a swoon-worthy alien female willing to give up everything for her mate.

Everything was going according to plan, or so Bavalla thought. The animals on the list were now all in the cargo hold of their ship. Then she notices an extra something in one of the containers. A sentient being, if the captain found out it would mean her death.

Tilly wakes in a strange place with Brie, her favorite Rhino in the zoo where she worked. She’s about to learn some very interesting things about where she and many of the animal she cares for are.

This is a favorite scene.

The two creatures on the other side of the glass were clearly studying me too, but it was easier to pretend that I was the examiner. “There seem to be slight openings in the neck of the right one. I count… three on either side. They look like nostrils. I wonder if they also breathe oxygen or if the air in this cell is specially made for Brie and me,” I wondered out loud.

I pressed my hands against the wall. One of the two beings, the one that looked female, did the same. Her hands had six fingers, slender and delicate, but our palms were almost the same size. She cocked her head, her large eyes examining me closely. Maybe she wasn’t female.

Maybe I was simply applying my human concepts to an alien species. For all I knew, these beings reproduced in an entirely different way, having no need for genders. I pushed that thought away. I shouldn’t be focusing on things like that. Far more important was how to get out of here, back to Earth. Maybe we were still there, cloaked so that my fellow humans couldn’t see it. But the slight vibration in the walls and floor told a different story. We were flying. We might be far away from home by now. I didn’t know how long I’d slept for.

Brie snorted and got to her feet. She stared at the beings with all the curiosity a rhino could muster. Which wasn’t a lot. Brie was lovely, but not the brightest rhino out there. I put a hand on her thick skin, stroking her.

“Easy, girl. Don’t worry, I’ll get you home.”

My voice shook slightly, but I hoped she wouldn’t pick up on that.

“Eeeeezzzzyyyyyyy.” The female alien parroted my words, although it barely resembled the original sound. “Guuuuuuuuurrrrrl.”

I swallowed a laugh. I wouldn’t give in to hysteria. Not yet.

The alien said something else in her own clicking language, then looked at me questioningly. Did she want me to repeat that?

I tried to replicate her clicks, but without success. It sounded like I had a cough.

The slits in her neck flared and her full lips turned upwards. Was it too much to hope that a smile was the same for her species? I knew that in apes, what looked like a smile was actually a threatening gesture. I very much hoped it wasn’t the same for her.

The other alien, who I thought was male, didn’t smile or change his blank expression. He simply stared at Brie, who returned his intense gaze with all the nonchalance of a two-tonne rhino. Brie knew she was the strongest animal in the room. I was glad to have her on my side, even with the danger of being squashed by accident.

The two aliens started talking again. I hoped they weren’t discussing how to get rid of me. Or how best to cook me. Their conversation turned into something of an argument, with both of them gesticulating widely. Secretly, I rooted for the female. Us women had to stick together, right?

After what seemed like a small eternity, the female pulled out a shimmering device the size of her hand. The way she held it reminded me of a phone, but there was no display that I could see. Again, I chided myself for assuming my understanding of the universe would be the same here. Of course, they didn’t use the same technology as us. It would have been strange if she’d been handling a smartphone. Whatever it was, a hiss sounded when she rubbed the glittering device and lines appeared on the wall. I stepped back, bumping against Brie. She huffed but didn’t move. The lines turned into a rectangle, just big enough for me and the aliens, but way too small for Brie.

The wall inside the lines disappeared, yes, it disappeared. What had looked like solid matter turned into thin air. Wow. That was technology way beyond my understanding. I would have called it magic if I hadn’t known otherwise.

The male kept clicking at the female, seemingly unhappy with her decision to let me out. Before he could decide otherwise, I stepped through the doorway, half expecting to bump into an invisible wall. But no, it really was nothing but air. So weird.

The female smiled at me again and reached out, her fingertips brushing against my throat. She gently stroked my neck in the places where she had slits, gills maybe. Her touch was ever so soft. Tingles spread from where her fingers met my skin and a pleasant shudder ran down my back. What on Earth was happening?

She said something to me and pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Don’t you have some kind of translation device? They always have those in films. And books. Not that I’ve read any alien romance novels, not at all.”

I stopped babbling and shot a look at the male behind her. He was staring at me with a frown. The tips of his long ears were bent to the sides, which they hadn’t done earlier. Some kind of gesture that I couldn’t interpret. I hoped it wasn’t a sign of aggression.

The female muttered something that seemed to be directed at the male, then turned and beckoned me to follow her. Hesitantly, I walked behind her through a narrow corridor. On both sides, large containers were piled on top of each other. Muffled sounds told me I’d find several of my zoo animals inside. There was no mistaking Terry the tiger’s agitated roar. He was a sweetheart when you scratched him behind the ears, but he could be fearsome if he was afraid or angry.

“What are you doing with my animals?” I asked, not expecting an answer. “Why did you abduct them? Why did you abduct me? What are you planning to do with us?”

She didn’t turn and kept walking. The male was following at a distance behind me, not giving me a choice but to stay with the alien. We passed at least twenty containers before reaching a door. It slid open as soon as the female approached, giving way to a brightly lit room full of screens. No, they weren’t screens as such. The images and data were shown on the walls themselves, either projected onto them or as if they were the screens. Two comfy looking chairs sat in the centre of the room. Weird, they looked so ordinary. Four legs, a backrest. Even though it was made from a strange material that looked like purple wood, it wouldn’t have stood out in a fancy designer furniture store on Earth.

The female sat on the left one and gestured to the other chair. Carefully, I sat down, hoping this wasn’t meant to electrocute me or something. That would be a nasty way to go.

The purple wood was much softer than expected and slightly rubbery. The cushions were warm and moulded to fit my bum. How surprisingly comfortable. Not bad. Not bad at all.

The alien used her glittery device again, and a loud noise sounded above me. I looked up just in time to see a chandelier-crown-helmet contraption descend from the ceiling. It lowered itself on my head and tightened against my temples.

This better not kill me.
Skye MacKinnon; Arizona Tape. The Alien’s Zookeeper: Aliens and Animals 1 (Kindle Locations 163-216). Peryton Press.

Aside from trying to avoid the captain, Valla also needs a plan to keep Tilly and her animals safe. Tilly doesn’t want to leave the animals anywhere so it’s not going to be easy.

A fun romp in space, with some angst, laughter, a romance and some very interesting characters.

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Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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The Duke and the Assassin – The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 1 by Heather Slade

The Duke and the Assassin
The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade


An M16 agent falling for the wrong woman.
A Russian with secrets to hide.
And the passion that defies the rules…


My team. My family. My allegiance. As a duke, the boundaries and loyalties are clear. I may be the Marquess of Wells with a stoic and rigid father on his deathbed, but I have desires and needs that break those boundaries. Falling for an assassin may be an issue. But I haven’t faced a problem yet that I can’t solve—other than assembling a crib.


Secrets. Lies. Deception. As a Russian assassin, I’m riddled with it all. Now, with a ten-million-dollar bounty on my head, there’s no way I can get out alive. But the irresistible and incorrigible duke thinks otherwise. He wants me in his life, in his arms, and in his bed. There’s no declining the desires of a duke. And quite frankly, I have no intentions of denying him anything.

This book was previously published under the title of Shiver, it has been extensively re-edited.

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The determination of Thornton ‘Shiver’ Whittaker, the Marquess of Wells, to locate the love of his life, Orina ‘Losha’ Kuznetsov, is quite the project. He has agents all over keeping their eye out for her. It’s MI5 agent Axel ‘Pinch’ Fulton, who finds her in Finland. Axel is the Whittaker estate gardener’s son and one of Shiver’s best friends.

Before he can follow her, he has to speak with his mother, Duchess Victoria, his brother Sutton ‘Wilder’ and sister Darrow. With his father the Duke fading he has decisions to make especially with regards to his position with MI6.

Shiver does finally locate and reunite with Orina in the US.

This is a favorite scene.

Fear, longing, regret, and hunger all rowed within me. I took several deep breaths in an attempt to settle my racing heart. Just being in Losha’s presence again flooded my system with adrenaline.

The baby looked so much like her that I yearned to just sit and stare at him. There had been a point in time when I wondered what she’d looked like as a child. Now I knew, at least as a baby.

Kazmir. That’s what she’d named him. When she said it, I could feel the pride and love that poured out of her. There was no question the baby was Losha’s. But who was the father? Would she tell me if I asked, or would she refuse, saying it was none of my business?

When we arrived at the house, I waited behind them for the gate to open and then followed them inside the compound.

Gunner came out of one of the front doors and walked over to the car. “Shiver.”

“It’s good to see you.” We embraced, patting each other on the back.


“It’s okay, Gunner. I understand.”

“I’m relieved to hear it.”

I watched Losha get the baby out of the car seat. “Can I help?”

“Do you want me to take him?” Zary asked.

Losha shook her head. “We’ll be fine.”

“What can I do?” I asked when Zary and Gunner walked to the door I’d seen him come out of.

“The house code is 1223,” she said, motioning to the keypad.

“Got it.” I opened the door when the lock clicked and held it for her. “Do you need anything from the car?”

“Not for now,” Losha said, shifting the baby to her other hip. “He’s hungry.”

I nodded.

“Will it make you uncomfortable?”

“What’s that?”

“If I feed him.”

I shook my head, wondering why she thought it might. When she sat and unfastened the buttons on her shirt, I understood, watching in fascination as the baby found his mother’s breast. When his tiny hand rested near Losha’s face, I felt certain it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I looked up and found her studying me in the same way I’d been studying her baby.

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Letting me… in.” I was so emotionally overcome, I couldn’t think of the right words to describe the way I was feeling. “I never…”

“What, Shiver? You never what?”

I ran my hand through my hair, glancing back at the baby. “Dreamed that anything so beautiful existed.”

“I know,” she whispered. “He takes my breath away.”

“Not just him. Both of you. I’m so in awe I can hardly speak.”

Losha’s eyes filled with tears, and she turned her head away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What for, Losha? Why are you sorry?”

“So many things.”

I looked out at the ocean. “Me too. So many things.” In that moment, I was consumed by regret. Why couldn’t this have been something we’d done together? Why had she shared this miracle with someone other than me? I wanted to shout the questions at her, while at the same time, never wanting to know the answers.

“Can you ever forgive me?” I thought I heard her say.

“What ever for?”

She shrugged, her eyes resting on her baby.

“I would never begrudge you this happiness, Losha. Not ever. It’s so obvious that you were meant to be a mother. I would never dream of wishing anything else for you or him.”


“Who is he, Losha?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who is the man you loved enough to have a child with? Who is the man you loved in a way you could never love me?”
Heather Slade. The Duke and the Assassin (Kindle Locations 929-965). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book One.

Things get a bit crazy as Shiver’s father dies. Losha and her friend Zary discover a bomb in the townhouse they were staying at. It’s here that many people get involved to keep them safe.

Some of my favorite characters show up in this book, there’s plenty of suspense and intrigue as well as a fair amount of family drama. Shiver and Losha have many ups and downs, but their love is very apparent right from the start and extends to their son.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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

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

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

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Cobb – Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 9 by Maryann Jordan

Lighthouse Security Investigations

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

Lighthouse Security Investigations Book 9
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan


He’s the man for the job…

A Senator from New Mexico hires Lighthouse Security Investigations to protect his daughter, a social worker who has no idea some of her clinic’s donations are from dirty money, LSI sends Jorge Cobb.

Former SEAL… he can keep her safe. LSI Keeper… he can find out who’s threatening her. Son of politicains… he knows the world she operates in.

She is not what he expects, and he finds out that he might be the man for the job but she’s the woman for him.
Now to convince her of that.

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As this book opens Jorge Cobb is attending his father’s birthday gala, he’s staying off to the side after doing the requisite mingling. When he spots a women in a silvery blue gown alone at the fringes he introduces himself as only Jorge, and asks her to dance. Josie also omits her last name and accepts the dance but not the invitation to leave the gala.

Back in Maine with the Keepers, Cobb is surprised to hear his father has contacted Mace. Apparently a friend of his, State Senator John Rector is in need of their services. Rector’s daughter has been receiving threats and he’s very concerned for her safety. She’s a social worker in Las Cruces, New Mexico and discovered something odd with her clinic’s charity donations. As Mace goes over the issues and why Cobb is perfect for the mission, Josh sends a photo of the daughter. This time Cobb is more than a little surprised, the woman he’d be protecting is none other than the elusive Josie from his father’s gala.

While Cobb’s reaction was amusing, Josie’s is downright funny. She’s been informed that the easiest way for her protection to be around her is if they pretend to be dating. Of course Cobb isn’t giving her a heads up on this first meeting.

This is a favorite scene.

Charlene popped her head around the door frame, her smile huge and her eyes wide. “Oh, my God, Josie! There’s a gorgeous man out here to see you!”

She glanced at her calendar, wondering if she had forgotten an appointment. Seeing it blank, she glanced toward Laurie, who simply shrugged. Sighing, she followed Charlene out to the reception lobby. Her feet stuttered to a halt as she stared at the man who had crept through her mind over the past few months.

“Josie.” He stepped toward her, a smile on his face. His voice was just as deep as she remembered. Blinking, she stared, dumbfounded. “Uh, Jorge?”

“I took a chance that you’d still be at the clinic. I hoped you’d have dinner with me.”


“Jorge,” Laurie repeated, her eyes wide as she looked at Josie. Then, suddenly, her brows lowered as she turned back to him. A slight gasp slipped from her lips before she breathed, “Oh… Jorge Cobb.”

“Cobb?” Charlene squealed. “Like Governor Cobb?”

“No,” Laurie huffed, rolling her eyes at Charlene. “Like Governor Cobb’s son.”

The air fled Josie’s lungs at Laurie’s announcement of who the man was that was standing… no, filling all the space in her vision. Even as the others moved into the room and Charlene preened, Jorge had not taken his eyes off her.

He stepped closer. “I couldn’t wait to get back here. Please, say you’ll have dinner with me.”

“But… um…” The alternate dimension she’d dropped into continued, and Josie shook her head in an effort to ascertain why he was really here. Sucking in a gasp, it hit her. Dad. Governor Cobb. Investigator. Bodyguard. Jorge. Well, fuck. Glancing to the side, she observed her lobby now filled with all the employees of the clinic, their faces full of curiosity, and for the moment she was stunned silent.

Laurie stepped forward, and with great exuberance, greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Laurie, best friend and nurse extraordinaire.” After shaking his hand, she turned and pinned Josie with a pointed glare. “You were just saying how much you were looking forward to dinner with him. Head on out, and we’ll make sure the clinic is closed up.”

Grateful that Laurie had a cool head and kept her wits about her, something Josie was lacking at the moment, she nodded, her head moving in jerks. “Yeah… sure. That sounds good. Um… see you tomorrow, everyone.”

“I’ll grab your purse,” Laurie volunteered and hustled down the hall, returning quickly. Handing it to Josie, she offered a hug and whispered into her ear, “Girl, if this is the bodyguard Jorge you danced with and let walk away, fate has just given you another chance. Damn, he’s fine… and the governor’s son!” Squeezing her tighter, she added, “Let me know what’s going on as soon as you find out.”

With her head held high, Josie walked toward Jorge, not saying anything until they made it outside. Walking to her car, she noticed a huge, black SUV was parked next to her and wasn’t surprised when he leaned against it. No, this wasn’t fate. More like a royal kick in the ass.

Sucking in a deep breath, her eyes pinned him to the spot. “Jorge Cobb. Governor Cobb’s son. I can imagine your reasons for not wanting me to know your full name when we met at the gala.”

“My reasons are that I prefer to be known as myself and not who my father is. Although, Jorge is the name my family calls me. To everyone else, I’m just Cobb.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Wouldn’t that be rather telling?” He smiled, and she tried to ignore the tingles running rampant through her body.

“Only to people in New Mexico. Outside of my father being the governor, no one knows or cares about the name Cobb. It’s what I was called in the military, and it stuck.”

Shaking her head quickly, she said, “I don’t even know why we’re talking about what name you want to go by. What I really want to know is why are you here? Are you a bodyguard or was that another deception?”

“There was no deception, Josie. I work for a security and investigative company. I’m qualified to provide protection detail as well as investigate suspicious activity and crimes.”

That news was unexpected, and she chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes cut to the side for a moment before returning to his. “You’re the person that my father said would be coming to help me?”


Inclining her head back toward the building they just left, she asked, “And we act as though we’re going out on a date?”

“Right now, it’s best if no one knows what’s going on. As far as I’m concerned, no one is above suspicion. I take it, though, that your friend Laurie knows.”

She nodded her head slowly. “She’s my best friend, and I trust her. But I also admit that I said something to her before I talked to my father and was given the direction that no one else should know.”

“She thinks fast on her feet and covered for you very well.”

In the light of day, she noticed his eyes were as dark as she had remembered, only little flecks of gold-rimmed the irises. He seemed even taller, but considering she was now wearing comfortable flats, her five-feet-three-inches made her at least a foot shorter than him. While he had cut an elegant vision in his tux, seeing him in jeans and a dark-blue polo that stretched over his muscles, showing off arms that looked like they could chop wood, rope cows, and cuddle with equal prowess, she was struck dumb, something that rarely happened.


Blinking, she jerked, feeling her face heat. “Sorry, my mind is… I’m distracted… a lot is going on.”

His gaze was intense but kind. “I know. I’m sorry to just show up here, but it was necessary.”

There was no impatient macho-vibe from him. Instead, he seemed genuinely concerned.

“Come on, Josie, let’s get out of here in case someone is watching from the clinic. I’d truly be honored if you’d have dinner with me. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Licking her lips, she nodded. “Okay,” she sighed. “I need to run home first to feed my cat—” “I’ll follow you.”

Jerking again, she narrowed her eyes, but he continued before she could object.

“I’m going to have to assess your house for security anyway. I might as well get that started.”

“My house?”

“Yes, my protection detail will include your house. But we can talk about that later. We should get moving.”

Again, his words were firm but not high-handed. She wanted to argue but knew he was right. “Okay. I’m not dumb, Jorge. But let me just say that all this seems like overkill. If I’ve stirred the shit, I need to be prepared for the smell.”

His smile widened before he leaned his head back and laughed. She stared and her heart pinged just a little. He was handsome, but when he laughed, he was gorgeous. Turning, she opened her car door, mumbling, “You can follow me.” Climbing inside, she continued to grumble. He’s going to be trouble, I can just tell.
Maryann Jordan. Cobb – Advanced Reader Copy – not for sale or distribution (Kindle Locations 614-670).

The nature of Josie’s job doesn’t make things easy but Cobb adjusts and the investigations begins smoothly.

While some things are easy to follow others are deeply hidden. The suspense ramps up as does the heat both in the investigation and the relationship between Cobb and Josie.

This book kept me on the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen next.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Revenge – Kylie Tate Book 2 by Anne L. Parks

Kyle Tate Book 2
Anne L. Parks


Kylie Tate believes the stalker who nearly killed her is dead.
She believes she has finally escaped John’s sadistic grasp. And she is a survivor.
But it’s all a lie.
And now he’s back—and wants revenge.

When Kylie learns Alex’s father’s appeal for a new trial has been granted, she jumps at the chance to join the prosecution’s team. There is no way James Wells can go free. Not after he killed Alex’s mother and forced a young Alex to watch as his mother die—unable to do anything to save her.

But the investigation into the death of Alex’s mother uncovers secrets. Secrets which point to someone other than James Wells as the murderer. Could Alex have been responsible for his mother’s death?

She owes her life to Alex, and deep down she knows he could not have killed his mother. But as more new evidence comes to light, Kylie begins to question everything she knows about the man she loves. When she uncovers proof he has lied to her about what really happened to John the night she was shot—Kylie must decide if she can ever trust Alex again.

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If you haven’t read the first book of this series Malevolent, STOP and go read it first. Even though the prologue is right where we left off you will definitely get more out of the story if you read the whole thing.

The horrific events of the last book are reignited in this one right from the start. Kylie has survived both being shot and the coma but has pretty severe PTSD from it, including nightmares. Repeatedly she asks Alex if John is gone. Alex’s response is always the same, forever.

Even though Kylie is better, Alex is distant, he’s still the loving Alex but all the intimacy is gone. Granted the whole incident brought back some painful memories for him, but instead of facing them he is withdrawing. He’s also keeping things from Kylie, not really intentionally, but as she discovers them they hurt her deeply.

To top it all off their trying to exonerate John Wells, Alex’s father who was convicted of his mother’s murder years ago. The twist, they’re trying to pin it on Alex.

They go to NY to visit with friends Paul and Ryan, this visit helps both Kylie and Alex re-center themselves and they finally talk when they return to Alex’s apartment.

This is a favorite scene.

I lift his hand and kiss his knuckles, knowing this next part could end everything between us, and destroy all my hopes for a future with him. “If that’s something you want— a baby, a family— then we need to re-evaluate our relationship, and where this is going. I won’t change my mind, Alex, no matter how romantic the notion of sharing a bond with you through a child might be, it’s not enough to make me want that life.”

I inhale slowly and hold it, watching him, waiting for his reaction. My heart pounds, my hands tremble, and a thin layer of sweat breaks out over my skin.

Finally, he looks at me, and a smile lifts the corners of his mouth. “Baby, I don’t want kids, either. If I did, I’d have them by now. My life is my company and my charities— at least, until you came into it. If there is any woman I’d want to have a child with, it’s you, but I am perfectly happy just having you. Building our future and sharing dreams. I can’t imagine my life being any more complete than it is now, with you. I don’t want or need more.”

I nearly burst into tears. At least this won’t come between us, but this is not the only thing standing in our way. I might as well address the elephant in the room and make him tell me why he hasn’t touched me in any meaningful, intimate way since before the shooting.  

The little bit of relief I felt has evaporated, and tension wracks my body once more. I need to know what’s going on— but that doesn’t mean I necessarily want to know.

“Alex, I need you to be straight with me about something.”


“I need you to tell me what’s going on with us. I need for you to be honest… and tell me why you don’t want to make love to me.”

Alex drops his head back, closes his eyes, and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Kylie, it’s not that I don’t want to make love to you— I do. You have no idea how much—”

Well, that’s true…

“Are you scared for some reason?” I ask.

He opens his eyes and gazes at me. They’re so blue and beautiful, but the dark circles detract from them, and the corners dip down. “Many reasons.”

A chill runs through me. “Why?” I hate that my voice is shaky. My fingers toy with the double heart pendant Alex gave me hanging around my neck.

He closes his eyes again, takes a deep breath, and slowly releases it.

“Please talk to me, Alex. Whatever it is, no matter how hard it might be for me to hear, I need to know what’s wrong.” I wrap my hands around his. “Are you afraid of losing me?”


“I’m fine, Alex. The doctors say I’ve made a full recovery, and there’s a low risk of me developing any complications from being shot or hitting my head.”

“Well, I admit, that did worry me at first.”

“And now?”

He drops his head, his thumb making a circle on the back of my hand, and he’s quiet for a moment. “You don’t need me anymore— don’t need me to protect you. The reason you fell in love with me is gone now that John can’t hurt you anymore.”

A sudden coldness hits me square in the chest, my extremities tingling with disbelief. “You think I fell in love with you because you protected me from John?”

He nods.

I sit, time seems to stand still for a moment while I gather my thoughts. “Alex, I love that you protected me, but that’s not the reason I fell in love with you, and certainly not why I’m still so in love with you.”

“But will you ever be able to truly forgive me for failing you?”

My mind races to find answers.  “What are you talking about?”

“John shot you— almost killed you— while I watched it all unfold. I swore to protect you and I failed.”  

“God, I hate this— even from the grave— he can still come between us. But, baby, you did not fail me. I wish I could make you understand all the ways you have saved me. I know you’re scared, but if you give up on this part of us because you’re afraid you’ll lose me somehow, then you’ve already lost me.  I’m doing a really horrid job of explaining this— it’s just that— anything can happen, at any time, or nothing could happen. We could have thirty years together or thirty minutes.”

“I watched you die,” he whispers, and my heart breaks.

“I came back to you, Alex.”

His hand caresses my cheek, his eyes reach into my soul, his lips press against mine. He gently sucks my lower lip, releases it, and murmurs against them, “Can anything this good really last forever?” His hand cups the back of my head, and he pulls me into him, our lips crashing together.

I rest my hands on his thighs, not sure what I should do, how far he will let me go before he shuts this down like he has every time we get to this point. He’s going to have to take the lead on this, I’m not sure I can handle the rejection again.

He pulls his head back, his eyes dark and lusty, but his eyebrows gather together. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I blurt out a little too quickly. He sighs and drops his head. “It’s just… it’s hard for me to start down this path— think we’re going to make love, and—” My voice cracks, and trails off.

“And I never let it go there.” His hand is still at the back of my head, and he tilts it back so he can see directly into my eyes. “I’m not perfect. I make so many mistakes, but I’m trying to learn, also. I have come up with so many reasons lately to keep you at arm’s length, to deny that part of me that is so desperate for you, because I thought it would somehow hurt both of us. It’s flawed thinking, I realize that, especially after hearing it out loud, but it’s what I’ve been clinging to. What I lost sight of is, even with all the reasons I’ve come up with, the one reason I’m ignoring you— is you. You’re the reason I changed who I was in the first place. The only reason that should matter to me is you… and it is.”
Anne L. Parks. Revenge: ARC Advanced Reader Copy – Not For Sale Or Distribution (Kindle Locations 715-724).

There’s still something major that is being held back from Kylie and that is one surprise she didn’t need to find out by herself.

There is so much tension from many fronts in this book. Friendship is of great importance and things between Alex and Kylie have several ups and downs and some sizzling heat.

The ending of this one shocked me and now I need the next book!

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Born and raised in the Rocky Mountains, Anne L. Parks has spent the last 28 years moving all over the United States. Married to the Navy – well a Commander in the Navy – Parks has lived in various locales throughout the United States. She currently resides in the Washington D.C area. When not writing, she spends her time reading, doing yoga, mountain biking, and keeping track of four kids and a very spoiled rescue German Shepherd. And drinking wine.

Author of nine novels (Tri-Stone Trilogy, Return To Me series, and Strangers) and four novellas that have been published in anthologies, she loves to create stories with mystery, plenty of twists and turns, and loaded with suspense.

With a military husband, it was only a matter of time before she broke into the military romantic suspense genre, where she feels right at home amongst highly trained, somewhat jaded, ready to take out terrorists alpha males and the strong, brave women who love them. Parks first military romance, MIA, went to #1 on Amazon’s Kindle World. Thirteen more books will be released in her new series, The 13. Two other series are being planned.

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Takeoff – Open Skies Book 5 by Becca Jameson

Open Skies Book 5
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson



She started a new life working for Open Skies in Dallas three years ago.
With her mother gone and no one constantly chasing her, life has been peaceful.
But her luck has run out. The stalking has begun again.
She can’t pretend to be a regular person anymore.
She never should have let her guard down and fallen for Deacon.
He’s everything she’s dreamed of, but she can’t have him.
She can’t have anyone.
It’s not safe.
It’s time to change her name and move again.


Life took an unexpected turn and flipped his world upside-down.
Now is not a good time to start a relationship.
His new responsibilities all but ensure he’s off the market for good.
If Raeann thinks she has concerns, wait until she hears about his.
He can’t walk away from her though.
She’s the best thing going for him.
If he could put a stop to the stalking…
Convince her he doesn’t care who’s hunting her or why.
But that’s not enough. He also needs to reveal his own problems.
And then pray she agrees to share the burden.

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Raeann has been avoiding Deacon all month, now she’s going to have to face him at Bex’s baby shower. He deserves answers but Raeann isn’t sure she wants to share it all. Fortunately Deacon isn’t going to take no for an answer here. He wants to know what’s wrong and to fix it if he can.

This just part of their conversation after the shower and a favorite scene.

“Anyway, and this is where things get wonky, so withhold your judgment.”

“Promise.” Though he did furrow his brow in confusion.

Raeann tugged her hair from behind her ear so that the lock of white draped across her face. “This white lock of hair is caused by poliosis, basically just a lack of pigment. No big deal. It’s hereditary. It’s often referred to as a Mallen streak.”

Fascinating. He’d assumed she dyed it like that.

“Unfortunately, there are plenty of people living in the twenty-first century who believe it’s a sign of witchcraft.”

What? He held his tongue.

“I grew up in a small town in Virginia and even my earliest memories include these modern-day witch hunters. They call themselves the consectari venatoribus, which means huntsmen in Latin. Usually they go by Venatoris. They would hang around our apartment and harass us when we left the house. They held up their five-point stars to ward off evil and would shout at my mother that she was a witch.”

“My God.” He couldn’t hold back his reaction.

“Yeah. Luckily, my own hair didn’t change until I was fifteen. By then I was old enough to stand my ground with these people. I had been doing so for years.” She waved a hand through the air. “But the point is that I don’t know for sure if my mother’s schizophrenia was strictly inherent in her biological makeup or exacerbated by these people driving her literally insane.”

“Is that a thing?” He had no idea.

“Yes. Unfortunately. Probably my mother was on that path anyway, but people can be pushed over the edge, and I’d say she was.”

“Does it matter? I mean… Does it matter what the cause was?” I’m not sure that came out right.

She shrugged. “Maybe. It might matter to me.”

Deacon frowned. “Oh, you’re worried about heredity.”

“Yes.” She tucked her hair behind her ear again. “But that’s not my current problem. My current problem is that I fled Virginia after my mother died so that I could escape the Venatoris who plagued me my entire life. And now they found me.”

Deacon gasped. “No.”

She nodded. “Yes. One of them was on my flight coming from Virginia. She recognized me during takeoff.”



“When did this happen?”

“A month ago.” She met his gazes. “The day I stopped talking to you.”

Deacon swallowed and inched closer. “Why, Rae?”

She shrugged. “It’s overwhelming. Running into that bitch just brought back all kinds of concerns. I thought I had left that part of my life behind. The world isn’t exactly filled with assholes who harass people with a white streak in their hair. Hell, until today when I told Heather and now you that it isn’t dyed, no one even knew.”

“You told Heather?”

“Just that part.” She sighed. “Coincidence. She asked me why I bothered to dye it and then try to hide it all the time.”

“I didn’t notice you trying to hide it before today,” he pointed out.

She drew in a long breath. “When I moved here three years ago, I worked hard to get my head straight and shake myself of those crazy lunatics. I’ve even learned to embrace the white streak. People pay good money for them,” she joked half-heartedly.

He didn’t laugh. “So these crazy people… Are they bothering you again?”

“Yes. It’s insane. It took them less than a day to find me on social media and start harassing me. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out where I live.” She looked down. “I haven’t told Heather yet.”

“Jesus, Rae. That’s a lot of pressure. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

She dropped her shoulders and sighed. “My plate is full, Deacon. I’m always going to be looking over my shoulder my entire life. On top of that, I have to fucking worry about schizophrenia. I don’t date. Not seriously. I let myself get carried away with you, pretending I was a normal person for two entire weeks. It felt like life was reminding me that I’m not a normal person when that bitch showed up on my flight. My entire world crumbled during takeoff.”

“Rae… That must have been awful, but you are a normal person.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not even close. I’m a hotbed of messiness.”

“So let me get this straight. You refuse to get close to anyone because you’re worried about eventually developing a mental illness and some crazy people think you’re a witch?”

“Basically. Trust me. It’s the right decision. Even if I never succumbed to schizophrenia, I could pass on the genetic marker. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

“So you’re planning to keep people at arm’s length for your entire life on the off chance you might down the road need some medication? People live with schizophrenia.”

“My mother didn’t handle it well at all. I watched her decline until she finally died. She wasn’t very old either. Which honestly was probably a blessing. At least she doesn’t have to fight demons every day anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Rae. I can’t imagine how difficult your childhood must have been. Your adulthood too apparently. How old are you?”


“Okay, so in the short run, you need a game plan in case these people find you.”

“I haven’t even told Heather. I feel bad that she just moved in with me and now this.”

“Well, as your friend, I advise you to tell Heather first. So she’ll be prepared. Just in case.”

“Yeah. I will. I just… It’s exhausting. I was hoping it would go away. Instead, it’s escalating.”

“Can’t the police do anything?”

She shrugged. “Not usually. The Venatoris are sneaky. I can file a restraining order, but that won’t stop them. Besides, restraining orders require names of actual people. I don’t know their names.”

Deacon closed the distance and took her hand in his. “You don’t have to fight these demons alone, Rae.”

“I do.”

“No. You don’t. You have friends. They will help. And I’m one of them.”

“I can’t ask that of you or anyone else. You don’t understand how overwhelming it can be. It doesn’t end. It just goes on and on forever. It’s not like I’m telling you I’m having surgery on Wednesday and I need a ride to the doctor next week. People are going to follow me around my entire life. I’m going to look over my shoulder every day of my life. And on top of that, I have to worry about mental illness. If I don’t end up crazy genetically, these people will drive me over the edge.”

“You’re not crazy, Rae.” He squeezed her hand. No wonder she was not herself. She was under a lot of pressure and trying to handle it on her own. No one person could be expected to manage all that by themselves. “Please. Let me in. Let me lighten the burden.”

When her shoulders started shaking, he pulled her forward into his embrace. He held her while the tears began to fall, grabbing a pile of tissues before knocking the box out from between them.

It felt good to have her in his arms again. He’d missed her. Of course, the last thing she needed was for him to insinuate he liked her as more than a friend. She couldn’t deal with that right now. So, he’d take a step back. Be what she needed.

It was the only choice he had right now. After all, he hadn’t been honest with her either a month ago. He had a pile of life challenges of his own that rivaled hers. No way in hell could he burden her with his issues. Eventually, he’d have to. Eventually, he’d have to tell everyone. But not yet. Certainly not today.

Right now, the kind, sweet, caring woman in his arms needed a hug, and that was all that mattered. One day at a time.
Becca Jameson. Takeoff: Open Skies, Book Five (Kindle Locations 209-274). Becca Jameson Publishing.

We learn a couple of things in the talk Deacon and Raeann have, one her mother is schizophrenic, and two she a crazy cult thinks she’s a witch because of a genetic white streak in her hair. While they haven’t done anything yet, she’s sure it’s coming. They never left her mother alone until she was hospitalized.

Then Deacon’s thoughts allude to a big problem of his own that he’s keeping a secret. Of course now all these terrible things are going through my mind.

When the cult escalates, damn do they escalate. They are able to get the police involved and Raeann starts staying with Deacon to be safe.

I love the way this story twists and turns, as we slowly get to know Deacon’s issue. Raeann and Deacon have a combustible attraction and when they come together it’s both sensuous and sizzling.

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

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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!

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