A Taste From – Dirty Daddies 2021 Anniversary Anthology: Rewarding Avery by Becca Jameson

Dirty Daddies


Renee Rose, Laylah Roberts, Pepper North,
Brianna Hale, Livia Grant, Golden Angel,
Sinistre Ange, Raisa Greywood, Emily Tilton,
Maggie Ryan, Kara Kelley, J.M. Dabney,
Shane Starrett, Kessily Lewel, Measha Stone,
Stella Moore, Becca Jameson, Tess Summers,
Paige Michaels, Layne Daniels, M.A. Innes,
Jacki James, Susan Hawke, Nora Phoenix,
Allysa Hart, Rayanna Jamison and Maren Smith




This collection of twenty-five sexy-as-sin romances star Daddy Doms who demand obedience and require your total surrender.

Whether you like Cowboy Daddies, Dark Daddies, Doctor Daddies, Stern Daddies, Shifter Daddies, Alien Daddies, or LGTBQ Daddies, there is a Daddy waiting for you. This deliciously naughty collection of all-new stories, penned by some of the best authors in the genre, is bursting with HOT, raw Daddy Dom action that’s sure to leave you breathless.

Don’t Keep Your Daddy Waiting….


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While this isn’t my favorite aspect of BDSM, Becca Jameson draws me in every time.

Rewarding Avery is loosely related to her Surrender Series, which I admit has become a favorite of mine.

As the books opens, Avery is about to go yell at her neighbor for mowing her lawn, but not before she ogles his physique. Now Andrew is only being neighborly but he’s not going to let Avery get away with yelling at him again. He’s gonna ask her out, well kind of.

This is a favorite scene.

Andrew chuckles. On top of everything else annoying about him, I now have to add that he has the confidence of a much older man.

And then another thought comes to mind and I swallow, my face draining of all color. “Are you making fun of me?”

He flinches, his eyes narrowing. He steps closer, shortening the distance between us. Thank goodness there’s a wooden railing around my deck that keeps him from stepping all the way into my space. He sets his hands on it though, and leans toward me, leaving only a foot or so between us.

He’s not laughing. His expression is dead serious. “I would never make fun of you, Avery. Why would you think that? I’ve lived next door to you for two years. I’ve watched you come and go hundreds of times. I’ve wanted to ask you out for most of that time, and suddenly now I’ve decided to go for it. What the hell?”

My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out.

“There’s a lightness about you. You’re a free spirit. I love the way you smile and giggle when you don’t think anyone is looking. That cute little wave you give me when you climb into your lime-green car stops me in my tracks every time.”

I swallow, but he’s not done.

“You’re obviously young at heart, and I’d bet money you’re fun to be with when you’re not growling about letting someone help you with your lawn.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “So yeah. I’m asking you out. Please say yes so I won’t feel like a fool for laying it all on the line here.”

“You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He’s white-knuckling the wooden railing.

Holy shit. Holy. Shit.

Finally, he lifts up a hand. “How about this? You make me dinner tonight and spend two hours with me. If you don’t want to go out in public with me and take that kind of risk afterward, I won’t ask you again.”

“You think I wouldn’t want to be seen in public with you?”

He shrugs, his brows lifting as if to say, what else am I supposed to think?

“You…” I lick my lips. “You’re like a chiseled statue of male perfection. I don’t know why you don’t have a different date every night of the week. The fact that you notice when I go out and when I don’t tells me you’re home to see that sort of thing.” I narrow my gaze. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He gives me a slow smile. If I’m not mistaken, his tanned skin flushes. “Women who hit on me at the gym or wherever tend to be extremely shallow, Avery. I grew tired of being pawed at like some sort of sex object about a decade ago.

“You, on the other hand, don’t strike me as shallow at all. You’re a breath of fresh air. Like I said, a free spirit. Happy. Comfortable in your skin. And…if I’m a quote ‘chiseled statue of male perfection’ then I’ll raise you that and say that you’re a beautiful porcelain doll who’s probably too sweet and naïve for her own good.

“I bet you know exactly what I’m talking about when I say women can be shallow. Men are shallow too. With that blond hair, those pale blue eyes, and that smokin’ hot body, I’m sure you’ve been on the receiving end of more annoying catcalls than you can count.”

I’ve suddenly lost the ability to make use of the English language.

I’m struck dumb and still blinking at him when he shoves off my railing. “I’ll be here at six. I don’t have any food allergies.” He starts to walk away and then tosses over his shoulder. “And, for the record, I do eat cookies and brownies.”

I watch him as he pushes his mower toward the shed behind his side of the condo, every muscle flexing, sweat soaking the back of his shirt in a line down his spine. His thick brown hair is ruffled and messy. He hasn’t shaved today, and his twenty-four-hours-after-shaving look makes my knees wobbly.

What the hell just happened?

This man just steamed-rolled right over me.

Dinner? Now, I have to cook for him and make dessert?

While he’s in his shed, I spin around and rush back into my kitchen, shutting the door and leaning against it while I try to catch my breath.

This can’t be happening. I don’t date men like Andrew. Hell, I don’t date men at all. I play with men at Surrender or one of the other clubs in the area on Friday nights in order to shed some of the previous week’s stress, but I don’t date them.
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Dinner leads to conversations about other things and everything heats up really quick.

Very Hot, very sensual and definitely not for the faint of heart.

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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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Forbidden Professor – Forbidden Book 9 by Carmen Falcone

Forbidden Professor
Forbidden Series Book
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carmen Falcone



Grayson is shocked when he finds an intimate video on a random student’s cell phone. That recording can crush his career and eliminate any chance of him becoming the next dean—a dream his family fought against from the start. To avoid a scandal, he follows the student to get more information about the person who gained access to his private video. Cornered, she says she’ll help him find the culprit on one condition: he must kiss her.

Perpetual good girl Frankie has always crushed on her hot professor, Grayson Braddock. But she knows he would never give a student a shot. When the opportunity presents itself, she decides to be bold for once in her life—because she knows this is her only chance to act on her feelings. But her innocent demand for a kiss quickly shifts into a scorching hot affair, and she has to choose between going back to her safe life or walking on the wild side with Grayson permanently.


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Francesca ‘Frankie’ Mancuso makes a big mistake when she forgets to put her phone in the bin for Professor Grayson Braddock’s class, her friend Virginia had sent a video of him and a woman to her phone that could end 2 professor’s careers. She also didn’t lock her phone so when the Professor confiscates it the first thing he sees is the video. Now he needs to know where it came from. Frankie is reluctant to tell him where she got the video, and on impulse says she’ll tell him for a kiss.

The location he chooses for the kiss is far from ideal but things heat up between these two rapidly. While he’s never dated a student, she is of legal age but the involvement could still ruin him and his goal has always been to become Dean.

Frankie knows she shouldn’t start anything with Grayson, but she can’t seem to say no. The attraction between them is off the charts, but even if they were to go public with their dating her parents would never approve.

This is a kindle melting read with a bit of suspense and some family drama.

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Contains Bonus: Forbidden Marriage

Contains Bonus: Forbidden Christmas


Carmen Falcone

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

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

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

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A Reckless Match – Ruthless Rivals Book 1 by Kate Bateman

A Reckless Match
Ruthless Rivals Book 1
Bestselling Author
Kate Bateman



A Reckless Match is the first in a new regency romance series about two feuding families, and reunited childhood enemies whose hatred turns to love.

Meet the Davies and the Montgomerys –
two families locked in an ancient feud,
destined to be on opposing sides forever.


Madeline Montgomery grew up despising—and secretly loving—the roguish Gryffud “Gryff” Davies. Their families have been bitter rivals for hundreds of years, but even if her feelings once crossed the line between love and hate, she’s certain Gryff never felt the same. Now she’s too busy saving her family from ruin to think about Gryff and the other “devilish” Davies. Since he’s off being scandalous in London, it’s not like she’ll ever see him again. . .


As the new Earl of Powys, Gryff Davies planned on spending his post-war life enjoying the pleasures of London. But when an illegal duel forces him to retreat to his family’s Welsh castle, he realizes the only exciting thing in the dull countryside will be the fiery Maddie Montgomery. Thoughts of his nemesis sustained Gryff throughout the war; but the girl he loved to tease has grown into a gorgeous, headstrong woman – who loathes him just as much as she ever did. Will secret tunnels, dangerous smugglers, and meddling from their feuding families be enough to make Maddie and Gryff realize that their animosity is really attraction…and maybe even love?


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Madeline Montgomery is really hoping Gryffud “Gryff” Davies or one of his siblings doesn’t show for this required handshake. If they don’t the property becomes her family’s and they won’t fall to total ruin. Unfortunately for her Gryff does remember to show and it leads an interesting development. Instead of just a handshake, he kisses her and when she doesn’t head for home he follows her. A wishing well gone dry becomes the focal point of the story as Madeline determined to find the cause falls into a network of tunnels.

Gryff isn’t going to let her explore what is a joint owned property alone. She may be an amateur archeologist but she’s still a woman. Madeline needs to find something anything so she doesn’t have to marry Sir Mostyn. Of course she’ll never mention her family’s problems to Gryff, they are ‘enemies’ after all.

These two have an attraction that won’t let up even as they investigate some interesting findings from the cave network.

An enthralling read, with suspense, romance and intrigue!

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A Daring Pursuit


Kate Bateman

Kate Bateman (also writing as K. C. Bateman) wrote her first historical romance in response to a $1 bet with her husband who rashly claimed she’d ‘never finish the thing.’ She gleefully proved him wrong. Her Regency and Renaissance-era romances all feature her trademark feisty, intelligent heroines, wickedly inappropriate banter, and heroes you want to both strangle and kiss.

When not traveling to exotic locations ‘for research,’ Kate leads a double life as a fine art appraiser and on-screen antiques expert for several TV shows in the UK, each of which has up to 2.5 million viewers. She splits her time between Illinois and her native England and writes despite three inexhaustible children and a number-loving husband who still owes her that dollar.

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Hot SEAL, Midnight Madness – SEALs in Paradise: Holiday Edition Book 9 by Teresa Reasor

Hot SEAL, Midnight Magic
SEALs in Paradise: Holiday Edition Book 9
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Teresa Reasor



Navy SEAL Gage Fontenot is home for the first time in two years because his grandmother, who raised him, is in the hospital after a brutal assault. He has four weeks to get the lay of the land, find who’s responsible, and guarantee the attacker gets the punishment he deserves. When he’s met at the airport by Mia, the woman he jilted six years ago, his visit becomes much more complicated. Because his reasons for leaving New Orleans all lead back to her.

Psychic Mia Blanchard knows there’s always a price to pay for the best things in life, but she’s shocked by the dramatic change in Gage. Gone is the lighthearted Cajun who played guitar in the New Orleans clubs. What has happened to make him cut himself off from his home and family? She needs to find out, because she can’t move on until she puts their past behind her.

But there is more than their personal history in play. She sees danger ahead for them both. But Gage never believed in her gift in the past. How can she convince him to trust it now?


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Mia Blanchard has visions and this book opens with one that saves her ex’s grandmother. She has no control over them, and sometimes they are the past others the future. The visions can be triggered by touch so she avoids situations requiring it but this one came as a dream or rather a nightmare.

Gage Fontenot was forced to leave town to save his brother Decker from jail and himself from being framed. He worked on an oil rig before joining the Navy and becoming a SEAL. He’s only snuck home to see his grandmother a couple of times and didn’t stay long. This time he’s going to be here a month. His grandmother needs him and his brother Roman can’t do as much as he’d like and Decker isn’t very reliable.

It’s Mia that Roman asks to pick Gage up at the airport. At one point in time Mia and Gage had plans to leave New Orleans and build something together. It took Mia a long time to come to terms with Gage leaving, but she did what she set out to do, go to college and build a successful business.

This is a favorite scene.

His brother Roman concentrated on his family, which was what he should be doing. Decker…Gage was never sure about Decker, other than he’d been a fuckup since he was twelve. And caused Mama and his brothers more trouble than he was worth. Gage tried hard not to harbor any anger or resentment about that, but if he was honest with himself, some still lingered.

His phone rang, and he paused to pull it out and check the screen.

Roman. He hit accept and put the phone to his ear. “Hey, where are you?”

“Sorry I couldn’t leave work to pick you up,” Roman said. “So I sent a friend of Mama’s. I’m giving you the number. Your ride’s parked in short-term parking and wil swing by and pick you up as soon as they get your text.”

A friend of Mama’s could mean anyone. She attracted people to her like ants to a picnic. Her generosity, her kindness, her love, just drew them right in.

He wouldn’t be the only one to feel the loss if she didn’t make it.

He shifted his attention to finding his way through new airport terminal and decided it was like walking through the interior of a spacecraft with its huge support posts, skylights and curved rooflines.

Even the restaurants’ interiors were ultramodern, though when he looked at the daily specials posted, it appeared they still served traditional New Orleans food.

He strode out from beneath the second floor to the north entrance and looked down the curved bank of windows along the length of the structure. It was impressive, but nothing like the old terminal. And where the hell was Louis Armstrong? The statue was nowhere in sight.

Stepping out the front doors onto the sidewalk, he paused beneath the awning that curved along the wall of glass behind him to lower his sea bag to the concrete and lean it against his leg. He pulled out his phone and shot off a brief text. I’m outside the terminal.

The answer was just as brief. Be there ASAP.

Three or four minutes passed before a dark maroon Mitsubishi swung around the curved drive, the sun glancing off the windshield making it impossible to see who was behind the wheel. The car pulled to a stop beside him, and a woman got out and walked around the back of the vehicle. “Hello, Gage.”

Seeing her again landed a solid punch, first to his gut, then higher up. He dredged up a reply from his addled brain. “Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

She hadn’t changed at all. She still looked like a gypsy, with her yard of dark, curly hair falling down her back. Large, black-lashed, pale green eyes and high cheekbones lent drama to a heart-shaped face blessed with a bow-shaped mouth, currently darkened by a shade of lipstick that fell somewhere between red and plum.

She meant trouble with a capital T. She was the reason he left New Orleans and his family behind.

Did she know?

Had her mother told her what her family did to him? Probably not. Camille Blanchard viewed everything under her control as a possession. Even her daughter. If he’d had money, she’d have welcomed him with open arms. Because he didn’t, she wanted his Cajun ass gone before he got her daughter pregnant. Or worse, talked her into marriage.

Which was exactly where they’d been heading.

Mia raised the hatch. He lifted his sea bag, tossed it in, and closed the hatch—and in that split second decided her face wasn’t the only thing that hadn’t changed. She was still slender as a dancer. And dressed for business in a hip-hugging skirt the color of a ripe peach, a colorful silk blouse of muted pastels, and a jacket the exact shade of her skirt. When they were both in the car, she asked, “Do you want to go straight to the hospital? Or do you want to get something to eat first?”

“Hospital. I need to see Mama.” If she died before he got to see her, he’d never forgive himself.

She pulled out into the slow-moving sporadic traffic circling away from the airport. “You need to prepare yourself for how Mama looks.

She was beaten and strangled, and her face is still very swollen and bruised.”

“Roman told me.” But Gage was almost more worried about something Roman hadn’t said.

“She wasn’t… They didn’t…”

“No, she wasn’t raped.”

He unclenched his hands, which had automatically balled into fists.

At least Mama was spared that. But knowing didn’t make him feel any better. “How did you get involved in this?”

“I found her.”

Jesus! “How?”

She was silent for a long moment. “It’s going to sound crazy, but I woke in the middle of the night after a terrible dream with an overwhelming need to check on Mama. So I drove to her house. The front door was nearly closed, but not completely shut. When I knocked, it swung open. I went in, turning on lights and calling her name. I found her in her bed, and at first I thought… But then she… sucked in a breath and I knew she was still alive. I called an ambulance and the police.”

“You took a dangerous chance, going into the house without backup.”

“I didn’t sense anyone there. Not even Mama.”

Angered by her reckless behavior, he said, “If the attacker had still been in there, you could have been killed, Mia.”

She continued to focus on the traffic and her voice never changed tone. “She might have died if I hadn’t found her and called as quickly as I did, Gage.”

He fisted his hands against his knee-jerk reply to her calm verbal slap. He hadn’t been with her fifteen minutes, and he was attacking her…for saving Mama’s life.

In fact, it was she who probably deserved to be attacking him.

After all, he walked away from her after delivering the harshest of goodbyes, leaving her high and dry to pick up the pieces. He was surprised she was even speaking to him.

He hadn’t really been given a choice. Her showing up so unexpectedly had triggered his guilt. And the festering rage toward her brother and mother he couldn’t shake. Didn’t want to.

The two of them cost him everything. And he would never forgive them for it.

He needed to calm the fuck down and use his brain instead of lashing out at Mia. Her indirect link to what had happened wasn’t grounds for his attitude. Even though he’d been forced away from his family, and his life had evolved in different directions than he intended, there was no way he could change anything now.

Being a SEAL had definitely been a different direction, and he was on a good course with his career. His teammates were like family. And he loved what he did. He rubbed his hand over the thick scruff on his jaw. He glanced at her. He had to concentrate on the here and now and forget the past. “I appreciate what you did for her that night.”

“I care about her. She and my grandmother have become good friends, and I go by twice a week to check on her.”

This awkward tension between them knotted his shoulders and he looked away. “She’s never mentioned that to me.” The moment he said it, he realized it sounded like an accusation.

Mia bit her lip and remained silent. She turned off of I-10 toward the hospital, pulled up to the front entrance of the hospital, and told him which tower and floor Mama was on. “Why don’t I drop your bag at Mama’s? I doubt the hospital staff will allow you on the floor with it.” “I didn’t mean that how it sounded, Mia.”

“Yes, you did.” Her glare was hot with temper, her winglike brows drawn tight with it. “You were the one who broke things off and walked away six years ago, Gage. If guilt is what’s driving this, that’s on you.” Her tone turned cutting. “I don’t deserve your hostility, and I won’t put up with it.”

She revved the Mitsubishi’s engine. “You’ll have to catch an Uber or a cab to get to Mama’s after you’ve finished visiting. I’ve already been away from my business long enough.” She picked up a key from the cup holder in the console and held it out it to him.

He clenched the key in his fist, oddly relieved because she dressed him down. Up until this point, her nonconfrontational behavior made him wonder if she’d lost her spirit. “You could come in with me.”

“No, I’ll visit later.”

Her tone said after you’re gone.

“You’re not family,” he said. “ICU won’t allow you to visit.”

“You were gone, Gage. Your brother Roman is married and has family to take care of, and Decker—is Decker. You didn’t just leave me. You left Mama, too. As far as the staff here is concerned, I’m part of her family. I’ll come any time I please to visit her. Now get out. I’m ready to leave.”

He laid his hand on her arm for a moment because he just had to touch her.

Mia bit her lip and looked away.

“Thanks for everything you did for Mama, and thanks for the ride.” He got out of the car and shut the door. With eyes straight ahead, she pulled away from the curb and circled away from the hospital.
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It seems fate is going to throw Mia and Gage together.

Mia gets a threatening package, followed by a vision at her mother’s dinner party. The person her mother was looking to set her up with is bad news indeed.

Gage senses he’s being followed, and Mia has a vision involving him. Her friend Jules a detective will be instrumental in solving all the incidents both past and present.

There’s plenty of ups and downs, some twists, topped off with romance and sizzling heat.

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Teresa J. Reasor

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Teresa Reasor was born in Southeastern Kentucky, but grew up a Marine Corps brat. The love of reading instilled in her in Kindergarten at Parris Island, South Carolina made books her friends during the many transfers her father’s military career entailed. The transition from reader to writer came easily and she was a closet novelist for many years until 2007 when her first book was published.

After twenty-one years as an Art Teacher and ten years as a part time College Instructor, she’s now retired and living her dream as a full time Writer.

Her body of work includes both full-length novels and shorter pieces in many different genres, Military Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Children’s Books.

Shielding Ember – Delta Team 2 Book 7 by Susan Stoker

Shielding Ember
Delta Team 2 Book 7
NY Times, Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker



For as long as she can remember, Ember Maxwell’s life hasn’t been her own. A world-renowned influencer, she’s a brand unto herself, created by her parents—who also want Olympic glory for their only daughter. Years of grueling training have led to Seoul, Korea, and a spot on the modern pentathlon team. It’s a turning point for Ember in more ways than one. Chafing against her parents’ tight reins, she opts to stay in the Olympic Village, a decision that leads to a gravely harrowing event…and a man unlike any she’s ever met.

Craig “Doc” Wagner has actively avoided the spotlight since childhood, a trend that’s continued with his career as a Delta Force soldier. Falling for someone whose entire life is splashed on social media is possibly the worst idea ever, though his attraction to Ember won’t be denied. It’s not long before he discovers they have plenty in common where it really matters…but he lives in Texas, and her life is in California. So Doc will take every stolen moment they can get.

When Ember makes a few life-changing decisions, Doc is thrilled. The same can’t be said for some of her biggest fans, including one who sees Ember’s new direction as the ultimate betrayal…that should cost her the ultimate price.


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The team is excited to be here at the Olympic games. It’s a choice assignment and while they will be providing additional security, they will also have the chance to see some events. One they really have to get to is baseball. Oz’s wife is soon to give birth so he’s not with them, his nephew Logan is a huge fan of Shin Soo Choo and they promised an autograph. Unfortunately for them that team is staying in a hotel instead of the Olympic village.

Surprisingly one person they didn’t expect to stay in the village does show up. Ember Maxwell is a world renowned influencer and a modern pentathlon team member. Her parents are the driving force behind it all and she is trying to break away from it all. For all her notoriety she appears uncomfortable under the attention she is attracting just by walking into the cafeteria.

Doc notices and rescues her, seating her with his team but then he leaves. The guys introduced themselves and for the rest of the meal put her at ease by talking about themselves and including her in the conversation. She honestly answered about where she’s from and how she got into the modern pentathlon, something she usually avoided.

She was however confused by Doc’s leaving, and polite declines their invite to join them for dinner later.

This is a favorite scene after dinner as Doc takes a walk around the dorms checking all is secure.

She gave him a tiny smile, then asked, “So why’d you leave then?”

Doc considered lying to her. Telling her he wasn’t hungry, or that he’d had a phone call to make. But he couldn’t do it. Something about the sadness in her eyes spoke to him. Drew him in like a moth to a flame. He knew she could possibly pierce the armor he kept around him at all times, but he couldn’t resist her. “Because you make me uncomfortable.”

Her brows furrowed. “I do?”


“I’m sorry.”

Doc shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s really me, not you.”

She gave him another small smile. “That sounds like a line,” she informed him.

“It’s not. You make me…feel things I don’t want to. I’m uncomfortable with the attention you garner. I’m used to hiding in the shadows, and you’re like a bright, shiny light. And anyone who gets near you is engulfed in that light.”

His words seemed to make her even sadder, which hadn’t been his intention.

“Yeah, that’s true. And since we’re being honest, I’d give anything to turn that light off. Just once. To hide in those shadows with you.”

They shared a long intimate gaze. He realized that she was being sincere.

He never would’ve guessed after seeing her Instagram page that Ember Maxwell was uncomfortable being in the spotlight, but he should’ve known. Social media was all bullshit. People said things to try to fit in, to seem more popular and interesting than they actually were. They claimed to be one kind of person, but in real life were completely different. And Ember was living proof of that…just not in the way he’d expected.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Trying to see the stars.”

That wasn’t the answer he’d expected. “Pardon?”

“The stars. Every night before I go to sleep, I sit in my window and look up. The world is such a huge place, and seeing the stars twinkling reminds me that there’s so much more out there than my narrow little life. But I can’t see them from my room. There’s another dorm right outside my window and the lights from it make it impossible to see anything. So I came down here. But the view’s not much better.”

“I can see them from my room,” Doc blurted.

She stared at him again.

“Look…you don’t know me, but I swear on my honor as a US Army soldier that you’re safe with me. If you want to come to my room for a while, to look at the stars, I’d be okay with that.” Doc knew that sounded like the worst pick-up line ever, but he didn’t regret the offer.

“My room must be on the other side of the hall from yours,” he went on. “I face the stadium and the track. When a game or match is going on, you can’t see anything because of the lights, but tonight it’s quiet and there aren’t any clouds, so you should be able to see the stars.”


He wasn’t surprised she was skeptical of his offer. “Because regardless of my actions earlier, I usually don’t shy away from things that make me uncomfortable. Hell, my entire life has been uncomfortable. Letting you sit in my room for a while isn’t that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. And if it’ll help you be able to sleep, so you can be on top of your game when you compete, compete, all the better. I’ll even stay in here if you want, so you’ll feel more comfortable.”

Ember wrinkled her nose, and Doc couldn’t help but think it was adorable.

“I’m not kicking you out of your room. People might think I’m a diva, but I’m not.”

Doc took a deep breath and stepped toward her, holding out his hand in invitation. “Then let’s do this, so you can get some sleep. I’d never forgive myself if you lost out on a medal because you were exhausted from staying up too late.”

She gave him a shy smile. “Trust me, I’ve gone plenty of nights with not enough sleep. Especially before a competition. That won’t be the reason I don’t medal.”

Doc stayed where he was, with his arm outstretched, practically holding his breath as she came toward him.

He had a sudden feeling that the second she touched him, his life was going to change forever.

For good or bad? That was the question.

Their fingers touched, then she was gripping his hand tightly.

As Doc turned and headed for his room, Ember’s hand tucked in his, he knew he was right. Knew his life had taken a turn.

It was ridiculous. He didn’t know Ember, and she didn’t know him. Her life was everything he didn’t want—fame and fortune and the limelight. But he could’ve no sooner walked away from her in this moment than he could turn his back on his family.

He’d caught a glimpse of the real Ember Maxwell hidden below the glitz and glamour she showed the world. And he was intrigued. Wanted to know more about her. Wanted to know everything about her.

It made no sense…but then, being with her right now made more sense than just about anything he’d done in his life.

He kept hold of her hand and led her into his room, only reluctantly letting go to push the one chair in the room over to the window. He walked to the bathroom and flicked on the light, then turned off the lamp on his bedside table. It would be easier to see the stars in a completely dark room, but he figured she’d be more comfortable alone with him if the room wasn’t pitch black. Finally he headed back to the window, pulled up the blinds and took a step back, gesturing to the chair as he did. “Your throne, my lady.”

Ember rolled her eyes but walked toward the chair and sat. She looked up, and Doc heard her sigh in appreciation. “Oh, yeah. This is what I needed.” She leaned forward, as if that would get her closer to the stars she was admiring.

Doc took a step back. Neither said a word for several long moments. Ember was soaking in whatever it was the stars did for her, and Doc soaked in the view of the beautiful woman sitting in his room.
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Doc and Ember really connect as they get to know each other. There’s also a lot of things going on behind the scenes. We see this Alex person who is more than a little stalkerish and of course there’s gonna be some excitement before the games are over.

Once again a Susan Stoker book I couldn’t put down, with action, suspense, laughter, tears, romance and some sizzle.

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

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The Game Changer – The Billionaires of Silicon Valley Prequel 3 by Melissa McClone

The Game Changer
The Billionaires of Silicon Forest Prequel 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone



Romance is not part of her plan.
Maybe it’s time for a new plan…

Rachael Saunders, the Posh Planner, is ready to take her event planning business to the next level. Her handsome new client’s upcoming dinner party will help her do just that. Too bad the job isn’t exactly what it seems…

Billionaire Mason Reese never intended to throw a dinner party. But all his intentions went right out the window when he met the charming Rachael. Planning the party together gives him a perfect way to get to know her. He only hopes she’ll be able to forgive his deception if the truth comes out…

She isn’t looking for love. Neither is he. But meeting each other will be an absolute game changer for both of them.



Attending Adam and Cambria’s wedding and having to join the other bachelors for the garter toss isn’t Mason Reese’s idea of a good time. He’s just glad he didn’t catch it, Kieran did. Of course Mason and Henry are going to come up with a plan there. We already know what happens with Kieran. Mason based his and Henry’s helping Kieran on what Mason believes is working for him.

Henry introduces Mason to Rachel at Adam’s wedding and circumstances throw the two together during the event clean-up. Mason makes what he thinks is a coffee date with Rachel but there is a total misunderstanding there.

This is a favorite scene.

His interest in her was just that— curiosity. It had nothing to do with Rachael’s warm smile or how her clear green eyes reminded him of the park where he used to play as a kid or that her laugh had become his new favorite sound.

Yep, Mason was acting like one of his mom’s curious cats.

Except he only had one life, not nine.

Time to get out of here.


Recognizing Rachael’s voice behind him, his muscles tensed. So much for leaving. He’d spent too much time deciding what to do. He forced a grin before turning. “Hey.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Stray strands of hair from her ponytail framed her face perfectly. Her floral-print skirt fell above her knees, showing off her legs. The short-sleeved peach shirt complemented her complexion. Pink tinged her cheeks, suggesting she’d been hurrying.

Had she gotten prettier since Saturday night?

“I had to pick up something,” she added.

“I’m early.” The words rushed out.

Chill, Reese. Don’t act like Dash.

He opened the door, not wanting to make either of them suffer in the heat any longer. “After you.”

As she passed by, a citrus fragrance tickled his nose. Her shampoo? Soap? He hadn’t smelled that on Saturday night when they sat next to each other in the SUV.

Not that how she smelled mattered.

Mason forced his attention off her and onto the place. The shop wasn’t a massive franchise but a locally owned coffee house Rachael had suggested. He understood why. The cozy atmosphere with subdued lighting and soft instrumental jazz playing was an excellent setting for a first date. Mason joined her in line.

“What would you like?” they asked at the same time.

She laughed. “Let’s try that again. What do you want?”

Wait. Was she offering to buy his coffee? “This is my treat. I asked you to meet me.”

She studied the menu board. “Yes, but this is what I always do.”

Huh? He supposed some women might prefer paying, but he wasn’t used to that. Most expected him to pay, given his net worth. A few even hinted about the expensive gifts they wanted. But Rachael seemed genuine in her offer, so he would let her. “An iced coffee, please.”

“Anything to eat?”

“No, thanks. I had a late lunch with Kieran and Henry.”

“They both seem nice.”

“They are.” Henry had his moments, though.

Tonight, they would talk about getting Kieran together with Selah, who worked for Mason. If the two got married, there would be one less person in the bet.

Rachael stepped up to the counter and removed her wallet from the light-blue purse on her wrist. “One iced tea and an iced coffee for here.”

The barista, a woman with pink hair, rang up the order. “Someone will bring those to you in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” Rachael handed over a twenty-dollar bill, placed two dollars into the tip jar, and tucked the change and receipt in her wallet. She glanced at him. “Let’s find a place to sit.”

The coffee house was quiet. Only a few tables were taken.

Mason noticed a small round table for two that was more secluded than the others and gave them some privacy. “How about the one in the corner?”

“Perfect.” She headed there and sat. “I hope you’ve had a wonderful week so far.”

“Fairly typical.” That meant crazy busy, but Mason thrived on that. “Did your baby shower go well?”

Rachael’s face lit up. “It did. The mother-to-be was so sweet, and everyone had fun.”

“You love what you do.”

She nodded. “Each client is special to me. It may sound corny, but I’m grateful to be a part of whatever event they’re celebrating.”

Once again, her genuineness struck him. “That’s sweet.”

“It’s also selfish. None of my family lives in Oregon, so it’s almost like being a member of someone else’s family for a few hours.”

Her wistful expression hit him hard. She must miss her family.

Whereas Mason managed a weekly call to his parents. He stared at the table, hoping to find something to snag his attention, but nothing was there. He shifted in the chair. “I rarely see my family, and they live in the same state.”

“It’s hard to make time when you’re so busy.”

He didn’t know if she was talking about him or herself. Perhaps both. He would rather they discuss her. “Do you work most weekends?”

“It depends on my client’s needs. This last weekend I worked both days. But I only have one this Saturday.”

A Saturday night date was out of the question. If— and that was a big if— he wanted to invite her out. Despite his freakout on the sidewalk, he kind of did. “So, you aren’t fully booked?”

“No. That gives me flexibility for clients like Cambria and Adam, who don’t have a lot of lead time.”

“That’s smart.” Mason was glad she’d fit the wedding in, or he would have never met her. “Henry says your business is going well.”

With a satisfied smile on her face, Rachael sat taller. “It is. We’re growing, but…”

“It’s never enough.”


Laughter lit her eyes, and his heart bumped. She was so beautiful.

“I have big dreams. Goals,” she added.

He never expected to be so captivated, but he was. That should bother him more than it did.

“I know how that goes.” Mason was glad he hadn’t left earlier. “And after you hit those initial ones, you want to reach for the next.”

She leaned slightly over the table. “Is that what you’re doing?”

He nodded. “But developing a follow-up to a popular product is… challenging.”

“That’s part of the appeal, right?”

“Guilty.” He half laughed. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing against easy, and I love when things click into place, but much of the creative process happens when I’m trying to overcome obstacles and problems. That’s how I ended up developing TVT.”

“I love your app, and so does everyone I know. I’m glad you made it.”

His chest swelled. “Thank you. We’re working on an update now. It’ll be even better.”

The barista carried their drinks on a tray. She placed each on the table. “Enjoy.”

As he picked up his, the glass was cool against his palm. “Thanks for this.”

“My pleasure.” Rachael took a sip of hers. “I know you’re busy, and I don’t want to take too much of your time today. So, what kind of event are you having?”

He froze, holding his iced coffee halfway to his mouth. “Event?”

She nodded, which told him nothing. “I have brochures, and a few packages are listed on my website to give clients ideas, but most of my events are custom, which is why I love doing consultations like this. It helps me put together exactly what a client needs.”

Consultation. Client.

The word swirled inside his mind, mocking him.

She thought I invited her to talk about an event, not a date.

Mason almost laughed. He placed his drink on the table so he didn’t spill any.

No wonder she’d paid for his coffee.

Henry might be correct when he claimed Mason had no skills talking to women. He’d epically failed with Rachael.
Melissa McClone. The Game Changer (Kindle Locations 381-449). Cardinal Press, LLC.

Mason develops a whole dinner at a winery to get to know Rachel, and it’s working at least in his mind. They share a kiss or two and they are falling perhaps her more than him it’s hard to tell.

You have to know it’s going to fall apart, somehow. The way it does is quite ironic.

I really loved this book, there’s romance, tears, laughter and love.

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With a degree in mechanical engineering from Stanford University, Melissa worked for a major airline where she traveled the globe and met her husband. But analyzing jet engine performance couldn’t compete with her love of writing happily ever afters.

Her first full-time writing endeavor was her first sale when she was pregnant with her first child! When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities.

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Darkest Designs – Design Book 3 by Dale Mayer

Darkest Designs
Design Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



Drawing is her world …
but when she’s pushed into the In-Between
and thought lost forever, it’s his world too.

Storey Dalton wants her life back. Her home back. Her world back. The way they were before she messed with time. She does not want to become a living dead lost In-between. She thought she’d known the worst that could happen … but she wasn’t even close.

Eric thought he’d seen the worst that his father could do…but he hadn’t … unfortunately. Heartbroken and panicked, Eric tracks Storey to the misty dead space – and follows her in. There is a way out – but not a way that anyone would willingly choose.

The stylus has no way to help with Storey’s latest predicament. But survival is paramount. Only this time it can’t do it alone. There might be help available … if they can save someone else…first.

Storey wants to save her world. Eric wants to save Storey. The stylus wants them to save someone else. But can anyone save them all?


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Tammy is now with her family and happy. With her safe, Storey and Eric go to retrieve the imprisoned Councilman. They barely manage to portal out with the him before the guards arrive. Then the Eric’s father, the esteemed Councilman does the unthinkable. He pushes Storey out of the portal.

Storey is now caught in the in-between, and as she starts thinking through her problem with her stylus, it’s not very promising.

Back in Toran, the Councilman is arrested and place in the dungeon under guard. Eric is determined to find Storey and bring her back, only to learn no one ever returns. Of course Storey isn’t staying put either, but her stylus is mapping where they go and Paxton is seeing it as he inputs the data from his stylus.

In order to do this properly Eric gathers all the things he could possible need including getting sketchbooks from her home, he also sneaks the broken stylus into his pack. There is no stopping him once he’s as prepared as he can be and Paxton has no choice but to let him go.

In the meantime Storey is learning a lot about the history between the Torans and Louers. It’s not pretty and her finding Dillon is going to reveal some very well hidden secrets.

This is a favorite scene as Eric arrives.

Shaking her mind free of those depressing thoughts and tucking the knowledge that Dillon was a Louer back into the corner of her mind, she turned to the more immediate issue.

“You said there is a Toran here. Who and where?”


“Really?” she shouted. This time she danced around Dillon, joy rippling through every part of her. “We’re saved!”

Dillon stared at her and blinked.

She groaned in disgust. “Dillon, it means someone is here to help us.” She continued to skip in small circles. “I presume he’s on his way to us? And we should stay until he finds us?”

He landed at our old coordinates, where you found Dillon.

She laughed. “I knew he’d find us. Does he have the new coordinates?”

Paxton has just given them to him.

“Good.” She said with satisfaction. “Then he should be here any moment.” Then she frowned. And tugged Dillon several steps over. “Just so he doesn’t land on top of us.”

She stared and stared at the spot. Nothing happened. She glanced around in case he’d adjusted the coordinates slightly and still nothing. She turned back to look at the original spot.

And there was Eric.

His grin flashed, huge and full of relief.

“Woot!” She launched herself into his arms. “I knew you’d come!”

He picked her up and swung her around and around. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you.”

He put her back down and gave her a blistering kiss.

She pulled back slightly and beamed up at him. “Maybe I’ll have to disappear again, if you’re going to welcome me like that!”

“Trust you.” He glanced around. “Man is this is a weird place.”

She snorted. “Tell me about it!”

He smiled down at her, then froze and spun around. “What the…”

“Yeah, what a surprise, huh?” Storey glanced at the sleeping Dillon. “I still don’t understand that whole 45 degree angle sleeping thing.”

“He’s asleep?” Eric dropped his to a faint whisper. He bent over slightly to look closer.

“Yes. I think he’s been asleep since he arrived. According to the stylus that was a long time ago.” She shrugged. “He’s spoken to me a couple of times, but then always nods off again.”

“Unbelievable.” Eric shook his head. “How did he survive here?”

Storey wished she knew. “I have no idea. I think he went into a sort of hibernation. The stylus doesn’t think he’ll survive if we try to take him home though. That his muscles, after not experiencing gravity in so long, won’t support him. And that’s just the beginning of the problems. The thing is, I can’t leave him.”

Eric stared down at her. “This isn’t a Louer child to return to her parents. This is an adult male Toran. If he dies while going home, surely that’s better than this quasi-dead existence.”

That whole death with dignity thing. She sighed. “I hate to kill the poor man. And speaking of family,” Storey winced, not sure how Eric would react. “He says he has a brother, named Paxton.”

Eric’s head swiveled to stare down at her in shock. Then back at Dillon. “It couldn’t be.”

“What?” When he didn’t answer right away, Storey poked him in the chest. “What couldn’t be?”

“Paxton did lose a brother when they were young men. He was playing up to the ladies while porting and fell In-between.”

She gasped and turned to stare at Dillon. “Oh no. Then we definitely can’t leave him.”

“Neither do I want to take him home to his brother to die.”

She didn’t know what to say. “Stylus. Is there anything we can do for Dillon?”

His body won’t be able to handle living in the other dimensions.

“But he’s not alive here either,” she said in frustration. Then caught Eric’s look. Right. He couldn’t hear the stylus.

Quickly she explained what she she’d heard. “According to the stylus, Dillon can’t live in other dimensions, but it told me earlier he won’t be able to survive much longer here, either. I don’t want to believe that.”

“But there is no other way.” Eric wafted his arm in the thick soup. “Either desert him to this endless darkness or take him home and he will either live or die, but at least he’ll be home again. Think of his family. This would mean tremendous closure for them.”

Storey opened her mouth to speak, but a weird noise sounded.

What the hell was that?
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 6321-6359). Valley Publishing.

Seems the best move Eric made was bringing the broken stylus. The soul contained is very knowledgeable and once a leader.

There are many complications both on the way out of the in-between and to getting home. Since the best pathway the styluses could follow was back to Tammy, she unwittingly attaches to them.

Plenty of suspense a few more surprise and the promise of a romance that will last.

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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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Deadly Designs – Designs Book 2 by Dale Mayer

Deadly Designs
Design Series Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



Drawing is her world …
but when she’s banished
to a deadly new world and needs help,
it’s his world too.

Storey Dalton wants to go home – but something goes terrifyingly wrong and she ends up in her worst nightmare. There’s no escape … not without Eric or her stylus. Then she finds someone who needs rescuing even more than she does…

Eric Jordan races to save Storey, only to realize a close family member has betrayed them both. Now the enemy is closing in on him. When he meets up with Storey, he knows her plans are a bad idea, but she won’t be dissuaded…and it could be their only way of staying alive.

the stylus, now bonded to Storey’s artistic soul, is determined to survive this new chaos – against all odds. But damaged from a prolonged separation, he can’t help Story or Eric – without making things worse.

Storey is determined to make things right. Eric is determined to help her. Neither counts the personal cost, until their very lives are in danger.


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By the end of the first book we’ve had a look at a few different dimensions, including one that Storey has created for the Louers. The Toran’s which is Eric’s, the Louer’s old and new and of course Storey’s. Oh and the creation also caused a time problem within Storey’s.

At the end of all that, instead of being sent home Storey is sent to a difficult situation, one she recognizes by the smell. Her sketches are portals and now she’s here without her backpack, sketch book or her stylus. She is however, soul connected to her stylus so she finds a way to communicate although the stylus isn’t answering her. It’s using her words to communicate with Paxton an elder and Eric through Paxton’s stylus.

As she looks for a way out, she finds a Louer child, alone except for her pet. The portal to the new dimension is damaged so no one can come back for her. Now Storey has a new project but first she needs to get out of the old Louer dimension.

Eric saw horror on Storey’s face as the dark mist surrounded her to take her home. He also saw the glee on his father’s. Now he needs to know she arrived safely. What he finds is not what he wants to hear. She is not in her dimension or his. With Paxton’s stylus communicating with hers they figure out where she is and Eric goes to get her.

This is a favorite scene.

“You didn’t even make it to your home, did you?”

“No. As I left the party, your father waved at me. In his hand he had my stylus. At least what he thought was my stylus. Oh, he gloated like he knew something bad was going to happen – something I was not going to like. And he was right.” Storey shook her head at the memory. “When the mist dissipated, there were these horrible hands reaching for me. I don’t know if it was crossing the dimension or what but I blacked out. When I came to, I was alone in a large cave-like room.”

Eric closed his eyes. Damn. His father couldn’t have known about her fake stylus. He’d intended to separate Storey from her stylus, thus bringing about her death. Could he have also changed the destination in her codex? Did he even know how to do that? The one was bad enough, but if he’d done them both… well, Eric didn’t know what to think.

Could his father hate Storey that much? Or was this a desperate act of a desperate man? Could he have thought this was a way to regain his all powerful leadership status – using her as an example to others, perhaps? He’d never had to deal with outright defiance or a potential non-confidence vote before – until Storey. Could this be just about ego?

Or maybe fear was the basis of his father’s actions. Fear of losing everything he had? Eric had heard mutterings from several displeased council members and presumed his father had as well. Would that have been enough to precipitate these actions?

Eric would have to let this mess roll around in his head for a bit.

Right now he had bigger priorities – like getting Storey home safely.

“It’s going to be fine now. I have my codex and I brought another one for you.” By the time he’d finished speaking, Eric had unclipped the spare on his left and snagged her arm to clip it onto hers.

He stopped. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

Eric tapped her arm.

“I can’t see.”

“Lights on full.”

Instantly the lights turned on, giving Storey her first real look at the large room. She couldn’t believe the enormity of the space they were in. There had to have been many Louers living here to require a room of such size. It was bigger than the community center she’d gone to at home. “Wow. Look at this place.”

“Wow,” Eric said patiently, “Look at your arm.” He grabbed her left arm and gave it a good shake.

Staring, Storey frowned at the intricate swirls decorating her arm. They traveled from the back of her wrist to her elbow and around the underside. She felt nothing as she ran her fingers over it. There was no burning, scarring or even loose ink to come off on her fingers.

“I have no idea. I don’t know when or how I got these.”

“It’s also not on you; it’s a part of you. Your people have tattoos inked into their skin. These are considered marks of honor in my home. I have no idea if the Louers have something similar in theirs.”

“Marks of honor.” She snorted. They were pretty cool looking. “That might have made sense if your people had given them to me on the night of the celebration. But not here and now. My arm was clean when I left your place.”

“Somehow you’ve gained these marks in the time you’ve been here.” He studied her face carefully, a hint of humor in his eyes. “You are the strangest girl.”

“Oh,” she gasped, “that is so unfair.”

He grinned. “Only you could be banished to another dimension and come out with marks of honor without having any idea of how you got them.”

She snickered. “I found a few other things here too.” All humor fell away. Storey looked into his eyes, willing him to understand. “A lost Louer child for one. A little girl was accidentally left behind in the mass exodus of her people. According to my stylus there’s something wrong with the portal and the Louers can’t come back for her. She’s all alone.”

“What? A single juvenile? Oh, that’s not good.” Storey nodded emphatically. “Exactly. I’m glad you understand. So, you’ll help, right?”

Eric tried to figure out where Storey’s lightning quick mind was going. A Louer child alone probably wouldn’t survive and as much as he didn’t like the idea, it might be a kindness to kill her now and prevent her suffering. But from the hope on Storey’s face, he highly doubted he was going to like her solution.

“Help you do what?” he asked warily. Somehow he didn’t think he was going to like her answer.

“Help me return her to her parents. In the new dimension.”

Oh shit.
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 3695-3732). Valley Publishing.

Storey didn’t just find the Louer child she’s named Tammy, she also found more styluses. Everyone is about to get quite the education on those.

Of course getting Tammy to the new dimension isn’t going to be easy, and they don’t get it right the first time either. We they do but not, they encounter a faction against her father, so not a good place for any of them to be.

The styluses seem to be able to cause a bit of trouble by interfering when they shouldn’t.

Eric and Storey grow closer as they face many obstacles in their way to getting Tammy to her parents. More than just a couple of surprises as well and topped off by another OMG ending.

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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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Dangerous Designs – Design Book 1 by Dale Mayer

Dangerous Designs
Designs Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Drawing is her world…
but when her new pencil comes alive,
it’s his world too.


Storey Dalton is seventeen and now boyfriendless after being dumped via Facebook. Drawing is her escape. It’s like as soon as she gets down one image, a dozen more are pressing in on her. Then she realizes her pictures are almost drawing themselves…or is it that her new pencil is alive?


Eric Jordan is a new Ranger and the only son of the Councilman to his world. He’s crossed the veil between dimensions to retrieve a lost stylus. But Storey is already experimenting with her new pencil and what her drawings can do – like open portals.

It …

The stylus is a soul-bound intelligence from Eric’s dimension on Earth and uses Storey’s unsuspecting mind to seek its way home, giving her an unbelievable power. She unwittingly opens a third dimension, one that held a dangerous predatory species banished from Eric’s world centuries ago, releasing these animals into both dimensions.


Once in Eric’s homeland, Storey is blamed for the calamity sentenced to death. When she escapes, Eric is ordered to bring her back or face that same death penalty. With nothing to lose, can they work together across dimensions to save both their worlds?

This is book 1 in the series and ends on a hook that is picked up in book 2.

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Story Dalton is reflecting on the loss of her boyfriend Jeff as she stomps through the woods. She’s kicking rocks and finally getting the release she needs. She’s about to kick yet another large rock when she spies something next to it, a pencil, delighted she picks it up. She loves to collect pencils finding value in what others toss away.

Once she picks up the pencil she find she has even more desire to draw. She spends every waking moment with the pencil sketching her teachers notice and so does the new boy at school.

This is a favorite scene.

“Hey, Storey?”

Storey spun around but continued to walk backwards. A tall man in black was walking up behind her. She frowned and reassessed her first impression. Not a man, a teen on the brink of adulthood. And one oddly familiar. Right. He was the new kid at school, a rare enough event that it caught even her attention. She’d caught a glimpse of him in the morning, navigating through the hallways. Tall and slim, dressed in black from top to toe, even his short hair matched, giving his white skin a bleached look in contrast. He’d make a perfect vampire.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Hi.” For the life of her she couldn’t remember his name. Her eyes locked on his square jaw, deep forehead and blazing blue eyes. His face would be hard to forget.

A lopsided grin slipped out, fascinating her.

“I’m Eric. You probably don’t remember me. I just started at school today.” He fell into step as she continued on her way.

“This is your first day and you know my name.”

“I recognized a fellow artist in the first class we shared and…” His smile deepened. “Your name would be hard not to know after the number of times I heard a teacher call it out today.”

“Oh.” Heat crawled up her face. Her stride stretched out, making him increase his pace to keep up.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.”

Surprised, she shot him a quick sideways glance. “You didn’t. Everyone knows I spend most of my time caught up in my art. Getting yelled at is no big deal.”

The same grin flowed in her direction. She watched, captivated at how his face changed with his moods. Her fingers itched for pencil and paper. His voice was striking too, gravelly with a sense of humor lurking just beneath the surface.

“What? Am I wearing my lunch on my face or something?” He swiped his chin self-consciously.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” she muttered and walked even faster.

“Hey slow down, we’re not racing anywhere. And you’re tall, but I’m taller.”

Confused, she slowed down, sliding a sideways glance his way. “What does height have to do with it?”

“That I can walk as fast as you, I just don’t want to.”

Yeah, he was weird. “You don’t have to walk with me at all.” She couldn’t help but point that out. Give him a chance to beg off and go his own way. It was kind of hard to believe he was still there in the first place.

“I know. I want to.”

She snorted. “And why would you want to do that?”

“Because I like your artwork. It’s unique, dark.”

This time there was no holding back the look of disbelief. “And you like dark art?”

“Yup. It’s cool.” They came to a corner. “This is where I turn off. I live just down there.” In spite of herself, Storey looked in the direction he pointed. He lived close to the old mine. Not the most affluent area of town. Still, it wasn’t loser city like where she lived.

“See you tomorrow.” He waved and walked away.

Storey crossed the road, watching as his lanky frame disappeared in the distance.

What was that all about?
Dale Mayer. Design Trilogy (Kindle Locations 183-190). Valley Publishing.

Eric Jordan is not just the new boy at school, he’s much more than that and Storey is about to find out her new pencil is more than a pencil.

Another dimension and her pencil is called a stylus, but it contains memories. Many questions and the council where she lands with Eric isn’t receptive to her presence or her gaining knowledge.

A bit of a cliffhanger but I bought the trilogy so I can just continue on with the next book.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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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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Her Sanctuary – Texas Vampires Book 1 by Delilah Devlin

Her Sanctuary
Texas Vampires Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Delilah Devlin


A woman surviving
on the edge of a dark frontier
strikes a sensual bargain
with a handsome stranger
hiding a dangerous secret…

In a post-apocalyptic future, creatures who’ve hidden in the shadows for millennia are freed to roam in a world shrouded in darkness. Rancher Kate McKinnon runs Sanctuary Ranch—a last refuge on the western frontier. While running herd over her cowhands and integrating refugees into their self-sufficient refuge, she escapes her responsibilities the only way she has left—via radio to pockets of other survivors. One man, Ty Bennett, is her confidante, and she thinks she might be falling in love with his deep, rasping voice. Although they’ve never met, he seems to know her heart.

On a patrol to scavenge supplies, Kate and her cowboys are surrounded by a gang of renegades intent on claiming her. Rescue comes unexpectedly by a militaristic band led by the man she’s spent so many hours talking to through the dark nights. She brings him home only to discover she’s brought vampires inside the refuge.

Already half in love with the human woman, Ty offers added muscle to her defenses and promises to move her people to safety. Fighting his own nature and appetites, he seeks redemption for his many sins but can’t control his hunger to possess Kate. Getting past her prejudice and choking responsibilities tests his seductive powers.

It’s post-apocalyptic Texas and those things that were dismissed as a bump in the night are now very real.

Kate McKinnon’s Ranch has been a sanctuary for over a hundred years. She’d protect those who came looking for help with her life. Now supplies are running low and she knows she has to make a plan to leave. It’s just very hard for her to think about.

With the werewolves, rogues and vampires out there and having to kill a wolf today, that time is coming faster than she wants.

Needing some comfort from the outside world, Kate turns to the old radio and waits for Ty Bennett to respond.

This is a favorite scene.

Kate scraped the dirt off her boots on the edge of the stoop before entering Cass’s kitchen. She gave a nod to the older woman who stood covered in flour up to her elbows, cutting biscuits from flattened dough.

She held up the bird by its feet. “What do you want me to do with this?”

Cass grimaced. “Stick him in the pot. Gotta blanche that buzzard good before I pull its feathers.”

A large stockpot filled with boiling water rattled on the old gas range. Kate lifted the lid and dunked the turkey buzzard, feathers and all, into the pot. “If anybody asks—”

Cass held up her hand. “I know. It was an old damn turkey. Coffee’s in the thermos. Help yourself.”

Kate poured a steaming cup, flashed a smile, then tromped through the house to her office, avoiding the living room. She knew she was being a little cowardly, but she didn’t think she could bear sitting in the living room with the families’ quiet chatter surrounding her. Now that the ranch hands’ bunk house had been subdivided into living quarters for the three families, she’d hoped for a little more privacy, but their noise and the sight of their haunted faces spilled over into her home as well.

So, she’d settle down to eat her meal in her office when it was ready. The large dining room table would be crowded enough with everyone eating in shifts. Not that there’d be much reason for anyone to linger. Food was scarce. Their meals meager. Soon, they’d be forced to make another run for supplies. She’d been waiting for sunshine, but the unrelenting black sky kept them trapped inside the boundaries of the ranch.

At times, the weight of her responsibilities crushed her, making her feel overwhelmed and a little scared when she thought about so many people—especially the families—arriving at the gates. She feared she couldn’t feed them, wouldn’t be able to save them in the end. To protect her heart and her sanity, she avoided knowing them too well.

So, Kate took her coffee at her daddy’s big roll-top desk and eyed the silent radio, knowing she shouldn’t turn it on and waste precious electricity. But dammit, this was her ranch house—her blood, her men, protected the people within Sanctuary Ranch.

Besides, the radio was their only link with the outside world.

She turned it on, let the old-fashioned transistors heat up, then turned the dial to tune into the band where she knew he’d be waiting. “This is KN5GST calling. My name’s Kate. Anyone listening? Over.”

A moment later, the whine from an engine sounded over the air. “This is AA3TZ. How are you, Kate?” he said, dropping the ham radio lingo.

Her hands clamped around the microphone as she held it, and she closed her eyes as his voice surrounded her like a soft, warm blanket. “Been better.”

“Any breaches?”

“One got through today. I killed it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” he said softly.

She blinked—not because tears gathered in her eyes. Just dust. “It’s okay,” she said swiftly. “He was just another monster.” She’d try to forget how young and vulnerable he’d looked, lying naked and bleeding into the dry dirt.

“Still carrying that antique gun?”

Kate’s lips curved into a grin. What was it with men? Sometimes, Ty sounded a lot like Sam. “It did the trick,” she said, trying not to sound defensive.

“How many shots did you manage to squeeze off?”

“Two.” She shivered, remembering just how close the wolf had come.

“Goddamn, Kate, what’s it going to take to get you to be more careful?”

“I know what I’m doing,” she said, glad he couldn’t see how her lower lip pouted.

He was silent for a long moment, then, “You give any thought to what we talked about before?”

Kate shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with the direction he was going to take the conversation. “I have, but I don’t know how we’d manage it. ’Sides, we have most everything we need here, at least for a while.”

“Honey, you can’t hold out forever. They can. Soon, you won’t find enough gas pumps with gas in them or cars to siphon off to run your generator. Your propane won’t last long with as many mouths as you’re feeding now. What happens when you can’t scavenge enough food to hold off starvation?”

Every word he said was true. Eventually, they’d all have to leave Sanctuary. But not now. She wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

“Kate, the wolves are getting hungry enough to risk facing the armed men inside your game fence. When they’re inside, you’ll be the one who’s corralled.”

Kate knew in her gut he was right. But how could she abandon a hundred years of tradition—of McKinnons on Sanctuary Ranch? “I don’t have enough big trucks or men to protect a convoy for any distance.”

“I’ve been thinking about that problem, and I might have a solution for you. Let me get back to you.”

“All right.” She squeezed tighter on the mike. He’d pestered her about leaving, harangued her about her recklessness. Now, he’d say goodbye. Just like always.

“You doing okay?” she asked, wanting to extend the conversation.

“I’m fine. Stay put tomorrow. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night. Out.”
Devlin, Delilah. Her Sanctuary (Texas Vampires Book 1). Kindle Locations (111-148) Kindle Edition.

A trip to town for supplies is the catalyst that changes everything for Kate. She makes an agreement with Ty who has many secrets after he saves her and her men from rogues.

This is a quick read with plenty of action, sizzling heat and oh those secrets. I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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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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