Slater’s Enchanting Mate – Iron Wolves MC Book 4 by Elle Boon

Slater’s Enchanting Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle Boon


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Wounded and hidden for years, LeeLee had found acceptance within her wolf. She learned firsthand the harsh reality of never being loved, and vowed to protect her heart, and body from suffering the same pain ever again.

Never one to back down, Slater O’Neil loves life. When he meets his mate in wolf form, he never thought claiming her would be quite so hard. Yet he’ll gladly battle an unknown evil more sinister than the horror movies he enjoys. After finally finding the other half of his soul, he’ll pay any price to protect the woman meant to be his.

True love doesn’t always come easy, and for these two shifters, they’ll need more than just love to make it work. LeeLee was just a child when she witnessed a horror no child should, but revisiting old hurts don’t always heal old wounds.

When you stir a hornet’s nest, you should always be prepared for what might come out. In LeeLee and Slater’s case, they are totally unprepared to step into a whole different reality. One where the ones who should love and protect, are the ones out to kill for their own gain.

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This book opens with Slater begging LeeLee to shift. He doesn’t realize until that moment that she can’t. He does know that this beautiful wolf is his mate. LeeLee however decides she needs to run from him and ends up in a terrifying situation and severely wounded.

Slater is contemplating what to do, he’s now in human form and freezing, contacted Keanu a former member of his smoke-jumping team is out of the question since his wife and LeeLee’s friend Cammie is in the hospital with their new baby. He needs to build a fire and while he’s doing that calls on his Alpha Niall Malik for help. He’s going to see if Jenna can help.

Slater’s first meeting with Jenna isn’t quite the same as hers with Kellen as the situation is much different. However, Jenna takes them to her home, which is the Fey Realm. It’s there we will learn much of LeeLee’s past as Jenna and others heal her not only physically but also her shift.

This is a favorite scene.

He turned to look back where he’d left LeeLee sleeping only to see they’d moved her to the center of the now cleared room. Damn, magic sure was a handy thing.

“As I mentioned before, this is going to be a powerful event that is going to take the power of all four of us, plus you. You will ground her, while we will do as you like to refer to as, our magic shit.” Her smile flashed and he swore whatever man was lucky enough to claim her would be blessed indeed.

“You tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Even if you say to jump on one leg and act like a monkey.” They didn’t need to know he wasn’t sure he had the strength to do that, but he’d give it his best.

“Alright, children, let’s do this.” Jenna led him to the group, stopping near LeeLee’s head.

Goddess, they were getting ready to wake the sleeping wolf, or woman. What if she hated him, or didn’t remember him? Or heaven forbid, came out a young girl like he’d seen in the dreamscape.

“Don’t borrow trouble, Danielson.”

He whipped his head around. “Did you just quote a line from Karate Kid?”

“Wax on, wax off. I’m pretty sure Mr. Miyagi was a genius and could fix anything. Now, let’s get busy.”

Slater wasn’t sure if she was serious, but he knew she had awesome powers. He didn’t want to question her mental state. Heck, she was said to be older than dirt, so more than likely forgot more than he’d ever learn.

“I want you to place your hands over her heart. That is where you want to be. Try not to fondle her breasts.” She winked, making the other ladies groan. “Too much, too soon?” she asked.

Payton nodded. “I think so, Jennaveve.”

“Well, y’all did go and almost get them killed in the dreamscape, therefore, I am allowed bad jokes. A few of them, by the way.” Jenna settled on her knees by LeeLee’s head, then indicated each lady to take a place.

Slater looked around and wondered how he was supposed to fit in between them.

“Goodness, do I need to draw you a picture? Straddle her body, and place both palms over her heart like so. If all goes as planned, a woman will be in the place of the wolf shortly.”

He felt weird straddling the form of a wolf, but figured the Fey women knew what they were doing. Her fur was soft beneath his fingers, the steady beat of her heart reassuring as he placed first his right hand, then his left, one on top the other over her heart. His own pulse pounded out a fast rhythm. If this didn’t work, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

Closing his eyes, he felt the first jolt of energy. The shock enclosed him in a wave of warmth, then a tide of energy unlike any he’d experienced in his entire life. The body beneath him twitched, a link clicked open, and memories flooded him of a childhood unlike his own. One filled with loneliness and sadness. Beatings behind closed doors she had to hide, unable to make a sound out of fear her parents would send her away. More warmth and love flooded him, and he knew the Fey were trying to coax LeeLee into coming out of the cocoon she’d built around herself. He added his own love and comfort to the mix, wanting her to know she’d never be hurt while he had breath in his body.

He heard growls and screams, and a terrified LeeLee racing to save the worthless parents who’d allowed an old woman to beat their child. Knowing what the noises meant, he wanted to call the child back, but knew he had to watch it play out, he watched, and waited. The scene she stumbled into was worse than he’d been prepared for. No child should ever have to face a massacre, let alone be covered in the blood of your pack. He watched in horror as LeeLee’s mother took her own life, rather than stay and become the chew toy of the pack who decimated theirs. LeeLee’s scream brought his head around, along with the ravenous wolves. They took off after the small girl, even as she ran as fast as her tiny legs would carry her. Slater kept his hands on her chest, her heart beating faster than humanly possible, making him fear she’d have a heart attack. The old woman reached out from the shadows, her smile chilling and evil. She tried to grab LeeLee, but fear lent her speed, and then he saw the bloodied gown tearing, the small girl becoming a small wolf. He wanted to cheer, at the miracle. Howls and growls followed. Little LeeLee didn’t stop running, Slater watched as she ran until she reached the highway. The sound of a diesel had him gasping, but he didn’t remove his hands, knowing instinctively he was keeping her tethered to reality. The large vehicle struck the tiny wolf, slowing, then came to a stop.

Her next memory was of waking in a clinic in wolf form, covered in blood with an IV in her. She shook off the drugs, and escaped, running again until she ran into Rasmund. There her memories became softer, her heartrate eased, her breathing went back to normal.

Slater opened his eyes as the fur beneath his fingers became soft skin. It took him several blinks of his eyes before he was able to reconcile the creature beneath him as his LeeLee. The horrors she’d faced the first six years of her life would make anyone insane, and he wasn’t sure if she would be or not. The wolf LeeLee seemed to be somewhat coherent, listening to commands, and knowing her place in Cammie’s home. How would the human react? Hell, could she speak? It took him a moment to realize he still had his hands firmly on her chest. He looked up at the Fey. Their eyes were still closed, the

energy surrounding him and LeeLee was still glowing a myriad of colors of golds, purples, and maroons. The jewel tones were beautiful, yet he wondered when or if it was okay to speak. Afraid he’d break some spell, he stayed silent, then glanced back down at LeeLee. Her white-blonde hair had replaced the bright red he’d expected. Upon further inspection, inspection, he noticed she had silver shot throughout the white tresses.

“It is done. Her wolf is sleeping, now we will wake the human,” Jenna said without opening her eyes. A slight nod of his head, like she could see him, was his answer. He’d ask the question burning in his gut after she woke. Why was she no longer red haired? What else had changed?

LeeLee jerked beneath him, gasping for air, then her eyes opened. The blue was so light they were almost clear. She raised her right arm, opened her mouth then shut it.

He grabbed her palm before it could fall with his own and brought it to his chest. “Hi,” he said the first thing that came to him.

Tears swam in the eyes that captivated him. “I’m LeeLee.” Her words were halted.

He wanted to cry with her but nodded. “Welcome back.”

“You saved me,” she said like she couldn’t believe he would.

Slater lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the palm. “I’ll always save you.”
Boon, Elle. Iron Wolves MC Books 1-4 (Kindle Locations 7829-7880). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

Now that LeeLee is able to shift again, there is a need to figure out who she is. This unfortunately comes with danger, more than a couple of twists and of course her seriously hot mating with Slater.

Cassie and Keanu are part of the Smoke Jumper’s series, and I would consider A Smoke Jumper’s Christmas a prequel to this book.

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In this novella we find that Xan and Breezy have yet to have a child, this is weighing heavily on Breezy. As she’s heading to the clubhouse clinic to help Laikyn, a strange thing happens. One that feels almost like a vision.

At the clubhouse we first meet Kellen and Laikyn’s daughters Enzley and Everleigh then a bit later their sons Jaggar and Jaxon, these four are quadruplets. Laikyn is coming to examine Lyric as she’s close to delivery and a bit worried. There is also a surprise baby shower happening since are having a boy. Rowan and Lyric already have a girl Harlow and can use some boyish things.

Xan also has the same sort of experience that Breezy had and talks to Kellen and Jenna about it. We also find out about a pregnancy. Nope I’m not gonna say who.

You know those best laid plans, well a baby doesn’t seem to want to wait.

This is a favorite scene.

Lyric breathed through what she was pretty sure was a contraction. Dang it, she did not want to go into labor during her surprise baby shower. Although she’d told her friends she didn’t want one since she’d had one with Harlow and thought it was crazy to have another so close, they’d obviously chosen not to listen to her. Or as Syn had announced ‘You’re having a little boy, and my godson isn’t going to be wearing hand-me-down pink shit or playing with pink toys. Nope, he’s going to get manly, or boyish, new shit.’ And that was that. No arguing from Lyric would sway her. Even when she’d reassured her best friend that Rowan and she would make sure their son had boy stuff.

“Hey, you don’t look too good. You feeling alright?” Syn asked.

She turned, a smile firmly in place. “I’m fine, just having a pep talk with LeeLee and hoping this little guy doesn’t bruise my kidney with all his kicking.” Which was the truth, somewhat.

“So, you going to tell us what his name is going to be, or you going to be like those Hollywood types and wait until he’s like a few days old and then decide? You realize that can scar a kid, right?” Syn had both hands on her hips, glaring as if Lyric was committing a felony.

“We have his name picked out, but we aren’t telling a soul until he’s here.” She laughed at the low growl coming from her best friend. “Karson Styles, you stop that, right this instant.”

“I hate you, you know that, right? How am I supposed to get anything personalized? Why, I just saw the cutest little blanket on a kid inside TarJay that had its name on it. The mama was walking around, strutting her shit like she was the most awesome mama ever because she had a blankie with her kid’s name on. I could do that for chunk there if you told me his name.” She folded her arms over her chest, tapping her foot.

Lyric laughed. “Okay, first off, it’s Target, not TarJay’. Just because you make it sound fancy doesn’t make it so. Second, I’m not going to tell you my kids name just so you can have it on a blanket, although that is cool as shit. Third, I bet that mama was awesome and her kid was cute as shit, too.” All babies were cute in her estimation, but Syn didn’t agree.

“Whatever. It is so TarJay, and they have really adorable kids’ clothes.” Syn spun on her heels, yelling over her shoulder. “You suck. I’m not tellin you my kid’s name, but I’ll tell everyone else.”

She sucked in a breath, this one of shock. Syn almost sounded truthful. “Well, when you have multiples like your brother, you’ll be begging me for help,” Lyric yelled at Syn’s back.

Her friends’ steps slowed, then came to a hard stop. “That wasn’t nice, Syblic,” Syn said with a glare over her shoulder.

While she tried really hard not to laugh, she breathed through another pain. Damn, she really didn’t want to ruin her shower by going into labor. A quick look around the empty bar, save for pack members, she realized everyone she cared about had shown up. Well, the males were in the back or in Kellen’s office. But crowded into the bar were all the females who’d come bearing gifts for her and their nugget, or chunk as she and Rowan were calling him. Seven minutes apart and lasting a little over two minutes. Dang it, why were all the men in her life so darn stubborn? “Can’t you hold out for one more week and be a Christmas baby like we planned?” she whispered, her hand rubbing the hard swell.

“Hey, is he giving you a hard time?” Laikyn asked, her doctor face on.

“Can I tell you something and it be patient doc confidential?” Lyric glanced around them.

Laikyn nodded. “Well, unless it’s something that Kellen needed to know for the good of the pack.”

She thought about it for a minute. Her issue wouldn’t endanger the pack. “I’m in labor.”

“You’re in labor?” Laikyn screeched.

The entire bar quieted, turning to stare their way.

“Dang it, Lake, I said confidential, not scream like a freaking banshee,” Lyric whined.

With a groan, Laikyn put her arm around Lyric, steering her back toward the overstuffed chair they’d brought in for her. “Alright, since the secrets out, give me the deets.”

Lyric rolled her eyes, feeling Rowan’s worry pressing on her, knowing someone had shouted through the pack link to him. When she finished giving Laikyn the run down, Rowan burst through the door at a run, a frown on his face. “Lyric, what the hell? Why didn’t you tell me?”

She held her hand out to him, watching her big bad alpha ex-SEAL drop to his knees, his lips going straight to her stomach first. “I didn’t want to worry you, just yet. We’ve got hours, if not days still. Remember Harlow, she had me in active labor for two days before she made her appearance.” Goddess, she hoped this baby didn’t do the same thing. Where Harlow was a tiny bundle of joy, she knew this one was going to be a big rolling bundle of action.
Boon, Elle. Iron Wolves MC Books 1-4 (Kindle Locations 9599-9638). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

A few scary moments, and a very large baby boy is born to Lyric and Rowan.

I got a kick out of the pool and the winner. Xan and Breezy discuss what they saw and are very eager to get on with ‘practicing’.

Oh, I almost forgot, there was a drawing for who would play Santa and Kellen lost or won, however you want to look at that.

Lots of laughter, some tears and plenty of sizzle.

I’ll be starting book five shortly.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Kellen’s Tempting Mate – Iron Wolves MC Book 3 by Elle Boon

Kellen’s Tempting Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 3
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Laikyn O’Neil has loved Kellen for years. Thinking to prove her love, she sets out to learn how to be a good submissive, only to find herself needing a savior.


When Kellen Styles finds Laikyn in the last place he expected, he rides to her rescue, but then can’t stop his dominant needs from taking over. Sure that he has moved too soon, he backs off to give Laikyn time to come to terms with the fact that they are mates. Instead she leaves, thinking he didn’t want her.


Kellen is determined to claim his tempting mate and earn her forgiveness, and nothing and no one will stand in his way. When their world is suddenly rocked off its axis by vampires, fey and more, their pack will have to unite with these strangers in order to defeat the beings that threaten those they love.

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Kellen overhears a conversation about a threesome that has his blood boiling. He doesn’t realize that Laikyn didn’t participate and didn’t want to either.

Laikyn aka Lake has been visiting for the first time in a couple of years. She’s accepted a position at Mercy General to be close to family and friends. First, she has to go back to Kansas City to finish up the details and get her stuff. Karsyn aka Syn, Kellen’s sister has offered to go with her, so she doesn’t have to rent a truck and trailer.

Once they arrive, Laikyn notices something very off. She smells the cologne her partners wear in the hallway and in her apartment. Places neither of them should have been. The call to the clubhouse is not a pleasant one, since no one knew they were leaving.

Kellen and Bodhi head to the hotel to get the girls after dropping Rowan and Lyric at the apartment. While the interaction between Lake and Kellen is interesting and hot, it’s at the apartment that things heat up in a different way.

Damien and Lucas are Laikyn’s partners in the medical practice she’s leaving, they are vampire/wolf hybrids and looking for their Hearts Love. They truly thought Lake was their one. Now she makes it clear to them she is not theirs but Kellen’s.

They were there initially because of a strange vampire in their territory who apparently was living on the same floor as Lake. This is a problem for the Iron Wolves as they didn’t know about Vampires at all. Not that it’s a stretch being as they exist.

They get Lake packed up and leave only to encounter something weird as they get close to Kellen’s home.

This is a favorite scene.

Kellen wasn’t one to freak out normally but hearing a man’s voice come out of his mate, nearly did it for him. “Alright, do your thing and make it quick.” He didn’t care that he sounded ungrateful. The fact Laikyn was not present in the front of her mind was not something he or his wolf liked.

“This is definitely the work of a vamp, and not a young one either. I can’t sense his presence, which means he is doing this from afar. Damn! Let me focus. You need to stop the vehicle, though. There is a drop-off around the corner, and I’m pretty sure you’re not seeing it on the GPS thing properly, but I can see it.”

Damien shoved the image into Kellen’s mind. The invasion another thing Kellen wasn’t happy with. He pulled to a stop, immediately noticing the swirling mass of smoke surround them. “Do your magic quick.”

Laikyn’s hands came up, moving in a fast pattern. Kellen looked back to the road, then at her hands.

Minutes ticked by as silence reigned over them. His wolf rose to the front of his mind, needing to protect their mate. He wanted to reach out on their path and connect with her, wishing he’d claimed her properly, but promised himself they’d correct that oversight when this was over.

The grey smoke-like fog began to recede. Almost looking like tendrils of ropes, or ghostly fingers reaching for them, until finally the road was clearly visible. Laikyn’s hands dropped, but the eyes staring out were the black orbs of Damien.

“It is done. Luke and I will search for him in Kansas City, but I fear he is on the hunt for you, and Laikyn. Somehow, he has caught her scent the same as my brother and I did. The big difference is, we have honor. This being doesn’t. He was testing you both. I can arm you, so you will be able to sense when he is near, but you will need to trust me.” Damien turned to stare at Kellen through Laikyn.

Knowing the immediate threat was gone, he reached for his mate in the back of her mind, wanted to reassure them both they were indeed fine. She appeared calm, but he sensed she wasn’t at all.

Kellen nodded. “What do you need to do?” He wasn’t going to agree to anything without being informed.

An image was thrust into his mind. Kellen allowed the invasion. The powerful hybrid filled him with more knowledge, which he was aware Laikyn was getting as well. Being able to sense an enemy was a must when they were used to being the predator. He created a link with Damien, the thin tie back to the other being, one only he would know about, until the time came that he’d need it. Kellen had a feeling they would need it in the coming battle.

“Magic such as we use is passed from generation to generation. My family is old, and from what I just undid, I can attest that we are far older than he. However, that doesn’t make him less dangerous. Actually, it makes him unstable. For a vampire to be so focused on a female to such an extent is very dangerous. Had she been marked, I’m sure he’d have left her alone. But that is no longer something he cares about. Even if you were to mark her as yours, he will think she was open game. Meaning, he will take what he felt was his first.”

“Thank you. You may leave my mate’s body now, vamp.” Kellen wanted to touch Laikyn, but not while another possessed her.

Laikyn’s head bent in the regal way, then the black eyes blinked, becoming the green of hers. She shivered, running her hands up her arms. “That was way creepy.”

He had to agree. “Let’s get to my place and set safeguards like the vamps showed us. Did you catch all he said and pushed into my mind?” Kellen made a turn in the middle of the road, the maneuver taking several attempts to get turned around.

She nodded. “I did, although it was as if I was watching instead of being there. Definitely not something I want to do again.”

Kellen saw goosebumps on her arms, wishing he could erase the last half hour.

“You realize I’m still here, right?” Damien’s voice came over the phone.

“Motherfucker,” Kellen growled.

“I’m sure I’ve done that a few times,” Damien agreed, then sobered. “You both will need to be vigilant. The being will now know you had help, and maybe even rethink his pursuit.” Kellen pictured the elegant man shrugging.

“I don’t think any of us think he will actually do that, do we?” Kellen reached the road to his home, happy to see Rowan and Lyric waiting for them.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him. But, since you so conveniently created a link with me…yes, I felt your presence, Alpha, you will always be able to contact me. Just try to knock first. I do like my privacy. Feel free to share what I taught you with your pack. Knowledge is power, wolfman.” Damien ended the call before Kellen could say another word.
Boon, Elle. Iron Wolves MC Books 1-4 (Kindle Locations 5333-5371). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

There is still more to learn and share with his pack, but first Kellen and Lake will complete their mating.

We do get to see the Vampire before he heads out to get Laikyn again. He has an interesting assistant, Arie, whose true loyalty is to the Vampire King and Council. It’s the threat to Damien and Lucas that has her contacting them since the Vampire King is also the twin’s father.

In this book I found that having read most of the Mystic Wolves books was a plus as Niall their Alpha calls Kellen and sends Jennaveve a very interesting Fae to assist them.

There’s much suspense and change in this book along with action and some scenes that sizzle off the pages.

I have the four-book boxset and have finished the next book and the bonus Christmas novella. Those reviews are up next.

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She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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The Rancher and The Lady – The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 4 By Heather Slade

The Rancher and the Lady
The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 4
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What is sexier than a rough and rugged billionaire cowboy?
Team him up with a badass British spy who’s also a duchess.

A rancher hellbent on maintaining the status quo.
A lady who detests the elite.
Wild and wanton, opposites attract.


Long, hot days, working my ass off—just waiting for the cool nights to come—so I can kick back and enjoy the starry night. That’s what I do and who I am. Letting go of the passionate and determined lady seems unimaginable. With fire and heat, she can’t be tamed. She belongs elsewhere. It’s a truth I have to accept.


Debutante, elite, aristocrat—they’re all words that mean nothing. I need more. I need power, passion, adventure, and danger. Being a part of Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the only answer, my only dream, to end this nightmare of boredom. But walking away from him, the rugged and rough rancher who stole my heart, is more terrifying than anything. Can a lady have a bit of both worlds without everything crumbling down?_____________________
Previously released as Shadow.
While each book in the Royal Agents of MI6 series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

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This book follows Darrow’s role in every book to date as it takes us through her story.

I really enjoyed reading about her time in Texas, where she gets the nickname Shadow from Quint. A full day spent with him when Wren is sick, turns into a fun night at the Long Branch. One that doesn’t quite end the way Darrow would have liked.

A turning point for them is going to the rodeo where Quint is competing.

This is a favorite scene.

I checked my watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was a little after seven. Quint had said we’d leave at eight. Maybe I should wheel my trunk out to the porch and wait there. Or would that make me look too anxious? Thank God Wren had suggested I wear jeans. I probably wouldn’t have, and what message might that have sent?

“Argh,” I growled again. Why was I doing this to myself? If only I hadn’t had dinner with Quint that night, I wouldn’t be so nervous now.

“Everything okay in here?”

I sprung off the bed when Quint stepped into the room. “Fine. Everything is fine. Are we ready to go? Sorry, I should’ve wheeled my trunk out. I don’t know what I was thinking. You know, maybe I should—”

Quint walked over and put a finger on my lips. “I will take care of your, uh… trunk. No, you shouldn’t have wheeled it out. We aren’t leaving for another half hour, and breakfast is ready and waiting in the kitchen. Before you say anything on that subject, I want you to know that Tee-Tee brought over some of her breakfast burritos earlier, and they’re being kept warm in the oven. Okay?”

His finger was still on my lips, so I nodded.

“Finally, I want you to know how glad I am that you’re going along this weekend. The other thing I want you to know is that I’m sorry the stupid way I acted has resulted in you being so nervous around me.”

“I’ve always been nervous around you,” I whispered when he moved his fingers away.

“I’m even sorrier for that.”

“Quint? What happened that night?”

For a minute, I thought he was leaving when he walked over to the bedroom door. Instead, he closed it and returned to where I stood.

“I had an amazing time with you that night. Better than any other night I can remember. You yourself told me that you were here in part because your previous relationship ended. If I hadn’t backed off, I might’ve done something neither of us was ready for.”

“I wanted you to.”

He cupped my cheek. “I know you did, and while I didn’t handle it right, we’re both better off now because nothing happened between us then.”

I took a step back. “I’m worried it’s going to happen again.”

He took my hand in his. “I promise it won’t.”

“What is this, exactly? Am I going to the rodeo to help with the team? Or am I going with you?”

Instead of answering, Quint brought his other hand to my cheek and looked into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me. What started off as a soft, sweet kiss, quickly became harder, more heated when I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He didn’t pull away until we both heard Wren’s footsteps in the hallway.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine.

“Pretty much.”

When he took a step back, I was afraid I would crumble into a heap on the floor. In the history of kisses I’d experienced in my lifetime, that was by far the hottest. I hoped Quint didn’t ask me more questions, because I wasn’t sure I could speak let alone think. What had he said? Something about breakfast?

“Darrow, are you okay?”

“Um, yeah. Can we go eat now?”
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So much happens in this book, it is emotional and fun with suspense and their simmer to sizzle relationship will have you sniffling.

Darrow is funny, loving and intelligent. Qualities that for some reason most of the males in her life don’t seem to see. She has also been influenced by a comment made by one of her professors at Oxford and that becomes pivotal in this book.

It’s her relationship with Quint that actually leads to some life changing events for her. I loved seeing her brothers Thornton ‘Shiver’ and his wife Orina ‘Losha’, and Sutton ‘Wilder’ with Wren in this book, Axel ‘Pinch’ is also very involved in this story along with Esland ‘True’ Darrow’s best friend. There is also Doc and Merrigan from K19 in this one and mentions of Burns and Leech. Oh, I can’t forget Ranger and Diesel, they’re around for a bit too.

If you haven’t read the other books, this one will make you want to go read them too. I have so much love for this series and really all of Heather’s series, the characters have wormed their way into my heart and I can’t wait for the next books.

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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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Xan’s Feisty Mate – Iron Wolves MC Book 2 by Elle Boon

Xan’s Feisty Mate
Iron Wolves Book 2
Elle Boon

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Breezy has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to notice her. She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.

Xan didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who calls to him and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe.

The past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just become the focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the stubborn alpha claim her in time?

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Breezy has always been in love with Xan, unfortunately the way she chose to get his attention is why he’s ignoring her. The short skirts and corsets are how the women he uses and discards dress. He makes the assumption she’s just like them and refuses to acknowledge they’re mates.

The thing is Breezy isn’t like those women at all. She works hard and stays home most nights. She’s leaving work when she’s attacked, fortunately she’s well trained in self-defense and manages to get away with minimal damage to herself.

When she gets to the club it’s decided she should go home with Xan. He would take her home first to get clothes. He gets distracted though and Breezy slips out without him. Big mistake as she ends up being run off the road. Fortunately, Xan isn’t that far behind.

This time everyone meets up at Xan’s to discuss the problems.

This is a favorite scene.

“Back to the creepy dude. Did he say or do anything else, or did you see anything else?” Kellen questioned.

Breezy chewed on her bottom lip. “No. When I walked outside I was busy opening my gum when I noticed the note under my wiper. I thought it was going to be a stupid admirer, not a stalker.”

“You get those a lot?” Xan’s hand shot out and pulled her back to his lap. She fit just right, even when she squirmed and almost injured him.

“Don’t be an ass, Xander.” Her elbow connected with his midsection.

“For fucksake, do I need to separate the two of you? Y’all are trying my patience, and I have the patience of a saint.”

Xan snorted. “Sure, I can see that. Answer the question, bella.” His arms pulled her in closer.

“No, I don’t get notes left on my car all the time. I’ve had a rose or two left before, but who’d have thought I’d get a…stalker like note right on the heels of Taya and Lyric.”

Xan ran his hands up and down her arms, hoping to chase the goosebumps away. He vowed nothing would touch her, or take her from him.

“The note seemed pretty specific. Your blood will be our blood. Do you have any enemies, or jilted lovers, anyone we should know about?” Kellen asked, his stare intimidating. Xan wanted to know the answers as well.

She shook her head. “The only person who might be angry at me is the new doctor in the ER, but that is recent. No jilted lovers. I have no enemies. My life is pretty boring. I go to work, the club, and home. I haven’t been on a date in years.” She clamped her lips shut.

He stilled beneath her. Years? “What do you mean?”

When it appeared she wasn’t going to answer, Xan shifted her in his lap, ignoring the others in the room. “Surely you’ve had a date, or boyfriend, lover, something?” “Look, I was busy with school, then becoming an RN and getting specialized. I didn’t have time, nor the want. I like going out with my girlfriends, and then they all became mated, so…” she took a breath. “I work with humans, and I’ll go out with some of the nurses. But, it’s different. I find myself always on guard. It just became easier to just go home and read.”

Something like possession filled his being. Kellen chuckled, but Xan ignored him. He began to connect a few dots himself. Her penchant for blushing. The way she seemed shy, yet melted when he touched her. He tried to think back and picture her with any of the men or wolves from the MC or pack, and came up with zero. Mine. He and his wolf both snarled. It didn’t matter if she’d been with a couple dozen or none, she was theirs. He’d find it in himself how to be gentle, how to go slow, and by all that he was, he’d make it good for her.

“I think it’s time we left, kids.” Kellen smacked his hand on his thigh. “We have several wolves along our borders keeping an eye on things. I’m only a howl away.” He tapped his head.

“Lock the door on your way out.”

“Rude, brother dear.” Lyric laughed.

“Love you, sis. Rowan, you take care of my baby sister or else.” Xan did look up to meet his brother-in-law’s gaze. The fierce stare was one he felt for Breezy and knew he didn’t need to tell the other man anything else.

“I’ll let y’all know when I hear from my team.” Rowan held Lyric’s hand as they walked out the door.

Kellen stopped by the large entryway. “If you remember anything else, or if there’s something you think I should know, give me a holler.”

Xan looked up from the amber eyes of his mate, even though she hadn’t acknowledged him yet to look at his alpha. “I will.”

The door shut with a resounding thud. Nerves began to dance in his gut. He’d never thought to seduce his mate. A virgin at that. His eyes narrowed. “Breezy, we need to talk.”

“That is never a good thing to hear. Usually that means bad news.” She tried to slide off.

His hands gripped her hips, making her straddle his thighs on the large recliner. “You know I want you, so don’t play like you didn’t know that. I need to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me.”

He watched her swallow, her tongue peeked out and licked her lips, but she nodded.

“Are you still a virgin?” His voice came out more of a growl.

Her eyes widened, and she looked away. “Does it matter? I mean, yes I guess it does to you.”

A tear welled in her eye, followed by another and he found she was crying. “Don’t cry. Damn woman. You’re breaking my heart here.” He pulled her into his chest, murmuring softly as he rubbed her back.

Her hiccupping laugh ended with a snort. “Who’d have thought Xander Fucking Carmichael would be good at this.”

He ran his hand up her back, tangling his fingers in her still damp hair. “Good at what?”

“You know, holding a sobbing female and letting her get snot all over him.” She kept her face buried in his neck.

“You do realize you call me names a lot, right? I’m not sure I appreciate being called Xander Fucking Carmichael, unless it was when I was buried deep inside you and you were screaming that.” He tugged her head back, loving the blush he knew his words would cause. “Now, answer my question.”

“Fine. Yes. I’m a virgin. There. Happy now?” God, how he loved the sparkle in her eyes.

“No, but I will be once I change that little fact.”
Boon, Elle. Xan’s Feisty Mate, Iron Wolves MC 2 (Kindle Locations 707-763). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

Xan and Breezy finally complete the mating, but that doesn’t solve the issue of the attacks on her.As they start collecting clues nothing appears to make sense. Even Breezy’s father and brothers can’t seem to shed any light on anything.

Some pretty interesting things in this book, as Rowan’s team joins in the hunt. Even though they are human they have some pretty awesome skills.

The past meets the present with lots of surprises, action and the MC form of romance and sizzle.

I’m already starting the next book.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Lyric’s Accidental Mate – Iron Wolves MC Book 1 by Elle Boon

Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 1
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Elle Boon


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Rowan would give his life to protect the woman he loves and Lyric is determined to save Rowan, even if it’s from her own pack.


Lyric Carmichael is a shifter who’s used to fighting with odds stacked against her, but this time she might’ve bitten off more than she can chew.


Rowan Shade, a Navy SEAL who’s used to wading into battles doesn’t hesitate when he sees a gorgeous woman being attacked by a group of men, only this time he might be the one needing saved.


As Lyric introduces Rowan to her world as a new shifter, danger to the pack intensifies. Pack is everything to the Iron Wolves and when one of their own betrays them, they face a battle that could destroy them from the inside out.

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I am doing a re-read of Iron Wolves since there is now a new series with their offspring and I wanted to refresh my memory of all the key players. I also found I haven’t reviewed them all, so I’ll be doing that as well.

Lyric is Xan’s sister, she frequently goes out with Kellen’s sister Syn. Kellen is Alpha of their pack and President of the MC, Xan is Pack Beta and VP of the MC. To say they are over-protective is an understatement.

Lyric and Syn are out with some human friends and what was a fun and exhilarating night, turns deadly. A strange wolf attempts to kidnap Lyric as she leaves the restroom. In the events that follow, she has a human rescuer, one who is bitten by the leader of the mangy wolves.

Once Lyric realizes the man has been bitten and does the only thing she can, she soothes the first bite then bites him again, linking him to her pack instead of the unknown. Instead of taking him to the clubhouse she takes him home figuring she will stay with him a couple of days until he shifts. Unfortunately, it’s going to happen a lot quicker than that.

This is a favorite scene after Rowan shifts.

Rowan shook out his hands and rolled his head around like he was getting ready for a fight. He exhaled loudly and then inhaled. Kellen wasn’t sure what the fuck the guy thought was going to happen. He’d always been the less talk, more action type guy himself.

Without pausing, he opened himself to Rowan, barreling into the mind of the wolf and took over the shift. Fuck! Three shifts in one night, and he still had to do it again when they got back to the house. Rowan was probably crying like a bitch and wishing for death right about now. Only Kellen didn’t find him cowering in the corner of his mind. The man was trying to handle the pain without showing any outward signs. Obviously, Uncle Sam’s training was paying off.

After he made sure Rowan could hold the shift, he opened a connection to all three of his pack members. All right, my minions, follow me and don’t fuck around. I’m not in the mood to hunt, kill, or fuck Bambi. Dude, that is messed up on a level even Bodhi ain’t messed up on.

Xan nudged him in the side. Who wants to fuck Bambi? Unless she’s some new hot chick?

What is going on? Why can I hear you in my head? Rowan asked.

That’s the power of the alpha. Sorry, I sorta screwed you by not taking you to him for your first shift. I just thought we’d have a few days. Lyric’s voice sounded apologetic.

We will talk about it when we get to Rowan’s.

Kellen didn’t allow any room for arguments. With Xan taking the lead, he nipped Lyric, letting her know without words he wanted her to follow. Rowan, still in protective mode, would follow, of that Kellen had no doubt.

He understood more about Rowan in the moments he was inside his mind than he’d ever get talking to the man for days or weeks in a deep interrogation session. The man was definitely in lust with Lyric, and, if he wasn’t missing his mark, they were meant to be mates. Things were about to get interesting. He kept his chuckle to himself, knowing his best friend was gonna be one pissed off big brother when he realized his baby sister was about to be mated.
Boon, Elle. Lyric’s Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC 1 ~ Bite of the Moon) (Kindle Locations 555-572). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

I laughed way too hard at the Bambi references as Kellen realizes Rowan’s thoughts about turning.

Lots of suspense as they try to figure out who has it in for Xan. As a message is left on one female’s car and another they discover is missing. Both of whom have shown interest in Xan.

Betrayal within the pack I didn’t see coming. There are also references to the Mystic Pack I’ve reviewed all but one of those but maybe I’ll do a re-read and add the one I don’t have.

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She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Girls Before Earls – Rogues to Lover’s Book 1 by Anna Bennett

Girls Before Earls
Rogues to Lovers Book 1
Anna Bennett


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To survive her difficult childhood, Miss Hazel Lively relied on two things: a tough exterior and a love of books. Now, she’s realized her life-long dream of opening a school for girls. She’s hoping the wealthy families who summer at the shore will entrust their daughters to Bellehaven Academy—and help pay for less fortunate students. All Hazel must do is maintain a flawless reputation. It’s a foolproof plan…until a handsome earl strides into her office.


Gabriel Beckett, Earl of Bladenton, has had a monstrous headache since the day his teenaged niece became his ward. She’s already been expelled from two London schools, but Blade is determined to enroll her at Bellehaven Academy, where she’ll be out of his hair. If only he can convince the buttoned-up—and unexpectedly intriguing—headmistress to take a risk.


Blade makes an offer that’s impossible for Hazel to refuse, but she has one condition: the earl must visit his niece every other week. Soon, Blade discovers there’s more to Hazel than meticulous lessons. Their sparring leads to flirtation…and something altogether deeper. But the passion that flares between them poses a threat to Hazel’s school and Blade’s battered heart. They say a good thing can’t last forever, but true love? Well, it just might…

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Hazel Lively has had to prove herself many times in her life, now she’s opened her school for young ladies and trying to appeal to the upper crust. She needs more enrollment as she’s just getting by.

Gabriel Beckett the Earl of Bladenton, aka Blade, has a problem. His teenaged niece, Kitty Beckett, his ward, has been expelled from another boarding school and he hasn’t been successful finding another.

Hazel doesn’t need a problem student, she needs her school to be beyond reproach or she’ll lose students, not gain them. However, when Blade offers to pay all of Kitty’s expenses plus three times the normal tuition, she really has to pause. She agrees but only if he visits at least once a fortnight.

Of course, Lord Bladenton isn’t going to be coerced into spending time with his niece. As he’s taking his leave it becomes apparent that Kitty is not in the waiting room, neither is she on the street outside.

An interesting rescue has the Earl agreeing to Hazel’s terms and the enrollment of Kitty in Bellehaven Academy.

The teaching methods are as unique as the headmistress and the students are from both end of societies spectrum.

Then there is the attraction between Blade and Hazel that grows with each visit with Kitty, although they both try to ignore it.

A truly enjoyable read with lots of fun antics and romance.

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Anna Bennett started swiping romances from her mom’s bookshelf as a teenager and decided historicals (with their balls, dukes, and gowns) were the best. So, when she had the chance to spend a semester in London she packed her bags—and promptly fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. She dreamed of writing romance, but somehow ended up a software analyst instead.

Fortunately, a few years and a few careers later, Anna found her way back to writing the stories she loves and won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® for Regency Historical Romance. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children, who try valiantly not to roll their eyes whenever she quotes Jane Austen. Her weaknesses include reality TV, cute shoes, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

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Savage Bonds – The Bonds That Tie Book 2 by J. Bree

Savage Bonds
The Bonds That Tie Book 2
J. Bree


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With my gift coursing through my veins, the tables have turned on the Draven Campus.

I’m no longer the Giftless reject, no longer the girl who’s fair game to the other students for daring to run away from my Bonds.

But there are bigger problems heading my way.

With destiny pushing me closer and closer to each of my Bonds, I’m fighting tooth and nail against nature to keep my distance.

But they’re fighting harder to keep me in their grasp.

When it becomes clear that the Resistance is closer than we ever thought, I don’t know who I can trust.

Can I finally take control of my gift, or will it take control of me?

Savage Bonds is a full length reverse harem PNR novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book will end on a cliffhanger. It’s recommended for 18+ due to language and sexual situations.

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First let me say that if you haven’t read the first book, STOP, go back and read it. This book starts where that one leaves off.

If you recall the Resistance has attack the Draven Campus and Oli allows herself to be taken in order to save her friend Sage. When she realizes Gabe has been taken too, she lets out her gift using the same way she did to escape them before.

Kieran, Gryphon and Nox get them out of the camp and to a rendezvous point to await transport. Unfortunately, the resistance catches up and Oli is unwilling to lose any of her bonds or their teams and lets her gift loose again.

This is where we start this book. Three of her bonds have witnessed her gift and Tac teams as well. While freaked out they are alive as North and Atlas arrive on the transport. North starts toward her but stops when he sees the carnage. Atlas ignores it all and scoops her into his arms. On the plane she actually freaks the guys a bit when her bond doesn’t like that Gabe is in pain. She doesn’t just heal him though, she heals all her men. Nox had an injury that was over twenty years old that’s now healed.

Oli doesn’t offer them any answers and just frustrates them more, going to her room with Atlas and Gabe. She’s also determined to return to classes the next day even though it’s only been forty-eight hours since they returned.

North lightens up a bit and allows Oli to have more freedom including a job. Of course, Nox has to show up and make things difficult, and then drives her home. Only to be met by North and he starts with some smoke and restrains the rest of her guys as he berates them.

This is a favorite scene.

I let North lead me through the garage, past each of my Bonds, without a word to any of them. When we get past Nox, the closest to the door out of everyone, everyone, I see the puppy-like creature poke its head out from behind his ear. It sniffs the air and I can tell that it doesn’t like North’s creatures by the way it moves, but it climbs down from his arm and trails after us anyway, doubling in size until it looks like a normal-sized puppy instead of the teeny tiny pup Nox had hiding in his hair.

When North gets us both through the door and into the hallway, he doesn’t let go of my hand as he stalks through to the elevator. I try not to giggle at how ridiculous he looks with the puppy weaving through his feet with every step. It’s playful and cheeky the same way a real puppy would be, snapping at his shoelaces that are bouncing as he walks.

When we stop at the elevator, waiting for it to arrive, he finally notices the puppy and frowns down at it.

I let go of his hand and shift on my feet a little, anxious to be standing here with him while my bond is feeling so volatile, and he reads the action incorrectly.

“He’s not mine, he doesn’t usually leave Nox’s side.”

I shrug and bend down to let the puppy sniff my hand. “I’m not worried about him. He’s a spy, but there’s nothing he can find out about me that Nox can kill me over, so if he wants to tag along, then he can.”

North scowls at me, staring at me like I’ve just announced that I’m secretly a clown on the side, but I just stroke a hand over the puppy’s back. It’s strange because he feels solid under my hand when I’m being affectionate with him but when I’d attempted to flick him in the car, he acted like smoke.


“Does he have a name? You’re awfully cute. If Nox named you something stupid I’ll be pissed on your behalf. Oh God, it’s Brutus or Octavius, isn’t it? He picked something stupid, I can tell.” The elevator opens up and when I straighten up to walk in, the puppy jumps up to crawl up my arm and tuck into my hair, the same way he had with Nox earlier. There’s no weight to him at all, but I can feel him moving there all the same.

North pushes the buttons for the third floor and then shoves his hands in his pockets again, scowling at his shoes still. It makes me feel self-conscious, like I’ve done something wrong here, even though I know I haven’t, and I force my mouth to stay shut.

My nervous babble will make things a million times worse right now and I don’t need that.

“He doesn’t have a name… or at least, not one Nox has ever told me before. He doesn’t usually leave Nox’s side.”

He keeps saying that, I’m not sure which one of us he’s trying to convince here. “You know what? Brutus is actually kind of cute. Will he ever grow up and become a fully fledged nightmare?”

North shakes his head as though he’s trying to clear it. “They don’t age, they just… are. Why aren’t you afraid of it? Gryphon told me you saw what they did to the Resistance, you know that it isn’t actually a little puppy.”

Well, that should be obvious. It doesn’t matter what it’s capable of, the puppy has been asking for attention and pets. Why on Earth would I be scared of that? It’s officially the only tolerable part of Nox that I’ve found.

The elevator doors open and I start off down the hallway because I’m very proud to announce that I’ve worked out how to get to my own bedroom… but only from that one elevator. If I use the other one, I’m screwed.

North says, still at my side, “I’ll let them go once you’re in your room, you don’t have to let Bassinger in if he’s still being an idiot about this.”

I sigh and nod my head because it’s easier than explaining that Atlas is never an idiot and he’s very respectful about my boundaries, better than the rest of them put together.

When I slide my key into the lock, I look back at him, ready to just say goodbye and be done with him, but North is just standing there looking hesitant and it’s freaking me the hell out. “Are you okay?”

He scowls again and then says slowly, “If Nox did something, I need you to know that I would take care of it. If he was— if he hurt you—”

Jesus, why does everyone keep trying to talk to me about this today? “He didn’t. I’m fine and I could’ve stopped him if he tried.”

I mean both times, but North is still looking at me like he’s expecting me to cry. Little does he know that I’m currently a mess and cry at stupid shit, so he’s not that far off of the mark.

I duck into my room before I have to talk about this anymore. Maybe someday I can have a real conversation with Nox about what happened, about which parts of it were wrong and which parts I did actually have some control over, but the very idea of them all questioning it and picking it apart when they weren’t even there just… it pisses me off.

Why do I feel as protective of that moment as I do the little puppy in my hair?

Bonds are fucking crazy.
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Okay so I have to admit I’m a bit in love with the smoke puppy now named Brutus. Between the puppy and Gabe getting pillows from all the guys, Oli actually gets some rest.

After a bomb that’s discovered and disarmed at the football stadium, Oli’s bonds learn she is far more powerful than they ever imagined. We also know that she hasn’t shown everything she can do, but she’s not telling any of them or us what that more is. Her bond is also needing more from the guys, so North sets a schedule for her to sleep with all of them.

This book is so enthralling, we learn much about Oli as she also learns more about her bonds. She also gets one of North’s creatures she names August. Is it weird that I love this?

There’s much that happens, and I really can’t say more. I laughed, sniffled, and fanned myself from the heat and I think I screamed too. Oh, and there’s a cliffhanger…

I’ve already finished the next book so that’s up next.

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

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

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

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Christmas Countdown: Raising Winter – A Candlewood Falls Novel: Hometown Series Book 2 by Stacey Wilk

Raising Winter
Hometown Series Book 2
A Candlewood Falls Novel
Stacey Wilk


The last thing the man who has it all needs is to become the custodian of a ten-year-old girl. But Brad Wilde has, and he doesn’t know how to handle this new role. Because his plans never included revealing his secret.

The prom queen has fallen off her throne and returns to Candlewood Falls with her tail between her legs. When Lyra Ryan starts a cleaning business because she doesn’t want to be a therapist anymore, the only person willing to hire her is the arrogant and sexy Brad Wilde.

Thrown together by chance, or maybe fate, Lyra and Brad must help each other follow their hearts and learn that love—in all its forms—shows up when you’re least prepared to handle it.

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If you’ve been reading these books from all the authors, you will remember Brad Wilde saying he doesn’t need a doctor to Riesling at Malbec and Eliza’s engagement party.

Well as karma often strikes after a statement like that, Brad falls off an old ladder and breaks his wrist, his dominant wrist. He’s getting a bit antsy not being able to do anything but the paperwork stuff for the Orchard, but that’s all about to change.

Lyra Ryan’s husband has been arrested by the FBI for fraud and other things. With the charges filed she lost her therapy practice, because who wants a therapist married to a fraud. Fortunately, the FBI couldn’t touch her practice, or the bank account attached to it since was solely hers. She and their children are moving to her hometown, Candlewood Falls. She’s rented a small house outside of town to give them some privacy.

I’m not sure who was more surprised to find they are neighbors, Lyra or Brad. She really didn’t acknowledge his recognizing her other than a head nod.

Not long after that Brad gets a phone call from someone he never expected to hear from, Nora Reis. She’s giving him the news her sister Maggie had died, and she needs him to take his daughter Winter for a few weeks while she returns to work. He’s more than a little startled since Maggie had kept him away from Winter from the moment she was born. He never told anyone about her existence, his best kept secret.

With Winter on her way, Brad has to tell his family. Well at least his twin Brooklyn and his father. He didn’t expect them to join him at the train station. Later that day Winter overhears a conversation Brad is having with his dad, running away when she hears he didn’t want a family.

The way Winter meets Lyra and he sons Lucas and Theo, is rather interesting especially when Brad shows up.

This is a favorite scene.

Oh, crap. She was hurt. “What’s your name, honey?” She needed to call her parents or her guardian or whoever was responsible for this girl. Too much time had already gone by.

“Winter!” a male voice called from the tree line. “Where are you?”

“Is your name Winter?” she said.

The girl nodded.

“Is that your dad looking for you?”

“No. I don’t have a dad.” She blinked away the tears.

The hairs on Lyra’s arms stood up. “Were you running from this man?”

“Yes. He’s mean.”

“Lucas, run and get my phone. It’s in my bedroom.” Lucas didn’t move. “Now,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster without totally scaring Winter. They needed to get Winter inside before this man found her. Lucas ran and Theo followed.

“Let me help you up.” She took Winter’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “We’ll go inside and call for help.”

A rustling came from the trees as if a strong wind had picked up. Her feet froze in their spot. The man was coming through the trees. She was a trained therapist. She could handle an escalating situation, as long as the man didn’t have a gun.

A large male body rippling in muscles pushed through the brush. A branch smacked him in the face, knocking him backward a few steps. His head whipped back, and he cursed. His long hair tangled in the branch. She laughed. She couldn’t help it. This wasn’t a mass murderer. It was Brad Wilde. She was pretty sure he wasn’t a kidnapper either, but he was looking for the little girl next to her.

She stole a glance at Winter. She had crossed her arms over her small chest and set her jaw. Her blue eyes had chilled over, and she tapped her foot. This little girl was anything but afraid.

“There you are.” Brad wiped at the blood on his face from the fight with the branch. He stopped short when he saw her next to Winter. “Oh, hi. I’m Brad. I live next door.”

“You’re Brad Wilde.” They grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. It stung a little that he could think she wouldn’t know who he was even if she couldn’t remember the last time she saw him. Maybe high school graduation and that was twenty years ago.

She must look like a mess in her work clothes covered in bleach spots, the sweatshirt with the tear at the hem, and the hole at the knee of her sweatpants. She hadn’t showered, and it was almost dinnertime. Even she could smell the sweat and cleaning chemicals coming off her in waves. She smoothed her hair down in some lame attempt to pull her appearance together.

He narrowed his eyes. “You know who I am?”

“Sure. Your family owns the orchard in town.” She wondered if he knew anything about the scandal. He would have to. Unless someone lived under a rock, they would know what happened with her husband even if he didn’t know the culprit had been her husband. And she wasn’t about to tell him. It would be nice not to be judged for five minutes by her husband’s bad choices. Though Brad might be judging her soiled clothing.

“I thought that was you the other day. I saw you moving in. Sorry about the interruption. Winter, we need to get back to the house.” He waved Winter over, but she didn’t move.

She glanced between the two and wondered what the showdown was all about. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t her business.

Lucas came up beside her with her phone. “Here.” He shoved it at her and went back inside. She put the phone in her pocket, not needing it now. She had overreacted. Too many crime shows and too many years as a therapist. It really was time to move on.

“Winter, we need to go back now. Grandpa came over to see you.”

A gasp of relief almost fell off her lips. Winter had a grandfather. That must mean a parent was nearby. She still couldn’t fathom why Winter didn’t like Brad, but he was a little rough-looking with those tattoos, along with that hair. Though she found them insanely attractive. A rugged man had always made her lady parts sing.

But why would Winter’s grandfather be next door? Unless… She squatted down beside Winter to be eye level with her. “Winter, I need a little truth at the moment. Do you think you can be completely honest with me?”

“Yes. I never lie.”

“Good girl.” She stole a glance at Brad. He had fisted his hands on his hip, the one with the brace was at an awkward angle. He was expertly scowling.

“Who were you running from?”

“Me. She was running from me,” Brad said before Winter could answer. “Winter, can we please go back to the house so I can explain?”

Winter shook her head.

“Why was she running from you?” She stood to her full height which only made her come up to about Brad’s chest. Even though he hadn’t moved from the brush line, she could tell she would have to stand on her tiptoes to meet his smoldering gaze.

“I said something that she misunderstood. I didn’t mean what I said, Winter.”

“But you said it.”

“I did. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Can we go now? I’m sure Ms. Chambers would like to get back to whatever it is she was doing before you showed up at her house.”

The idea of the bath and the glass of wine seemed far away at this point. She hadn’t expected to get dragged into the middle of a family squabble, but she didn’t mind helping out.

“You should know, so you can tell her grandfather or her parent, that she bumped into my son while running and went down pretty hard. She hit the back of her head and got the wind knocked out of her.”

“Does she need a doctor?”

“I don’t think so. But I’m sure her parents will keep an eye on her for any signs of a concussion.”

“Concussion?” His eyes bulged from their sockets. “What do I do if she has a concussion?”

“I don’t know for sure that she does. Wait a second. Are you watching her?” Where was this grandfather? And who was this grandfather Brad mentioned?

“Until her aunt comes back.” His face turned the color of ash. He rubbed at his bad hand.

“What if she doesn’t?” Winter said.

Brad cleared the space between them and dropped down on his haunches to look Winter in the eye. “She’s going to come back for you. You’ll see. Then you can live with her just the way you and she want. Okay?” He lowered his voice into something more soothing than before. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“What if Aunt Nora doesn’t come back?” Winter’s bottom lip quivered.

She seemed more concerned about this Aunt Nora returning than what Brad may have said. Everyone has said things they’ve regretted. She certainly had, even to the boys. But it couldn’t have been too bad. At least she hoped it wasn’t.

“She will.” Brad placed his good hand on Winter’s head. “Does this hurt?”

“A little. Do you promise she’ll come get me?”

“I promise.” A sadness passed over his blue eyes. Blues that resembled Winter’s…

“My shoe is untied.” Winter stuck out her foot. “I think I tripped on it when I bumped into that boy.”

“Can I tie it for you?” he said.

She should slip away and allow this conversation to happen without an audience, but she stayed put as Brad softened into a teddy bear. She wanted to ask them questions, to learn more about their dynamic, but she wasn’t a therapist anymore. She had no right to pry.

“I can tie my own shoe.”

She stifled a laugh. A future independent woman. Lyra liked Winter more and more.

“I bet you can. I bet you’re good at it too. You’re probably better than me.”

Winter scrunched up her nose and kept her gaze on Brad. Brad just squatted there with an adoring grin on his face. “Okay. You can do it.” She lifted her leg to bring her foot closer to him.

He looked downright endearing while he propped Winter’s foot up on his knee and tied her sneaker. Winter pushed Brad’s hair behind his shoulder and smoothed it down. His head snapped up and that small smile burst wide open, igniting the lines around his eyes.

“Thanks, my hair was in my face,” he said.

“We can go home now.” Winter held out her hand for him to take, then turned to her. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Brad stood, taking Winter’s hand.

“No problem. Winter, if you want to come back over to play with Theo, he would like that. Or maybe you two could ride the bus to school together.”

“I’m being homeschooled.”

“She’s only here through the new year. Her aunt arranged for online classes while she stays with me.” The light in his eyes went out.

Winter tugged Brad’s hand. “Can I come back to play?”

“If it’s okay with Ms. Chambers.”

“You can call me Miss Lyra or just Lyra. Whatever you’re more comfortable with. And yes, you can come over anytime. Theo loves company.” She debated on saying something for a minute, but her curiosity got the best of her. “I should probably mind my own business, but may I ask a personal question?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“How are you two related?” The words blurted out before she could stop them. She should know better than to pry; she never forced her clients to answer anything they weren’t comfortable with, but she had been enamored with their dynamic. She needed more information like a flower needing the sun.

“She’s my daughter.” He squared his broad shoulders and set his jaw, his gaze never wavering.

“I don’t understand. You said she’s only here for a short time.”

“Like you said, it’s none of your business.”
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While this first meeting wasn’t the best, Brad does make the effort to be neighborly.

Winter gets along well with the boys and starts warming up to Brad as he takes her around different places. She really likes the alpacas at Brooklyn’s. While Winter was trying not to like Brad, she’s finding he really isn’t the bad guy her mother and aunt made him out to be.

There’s much going on in this story, and a lot of it surrounds Brad and Winter. However, there is also quite the attraction between Brad and Lyra.

With ups and downs, laughter and tears, I could put this book down.

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From an early age, Stacey Wilk told tales as a way to escape. At six she wrote short stories in composition notebooks, at twelve she wrote a novel on a typewriter, in high school biology she wrote rock star romances in her binder instead of paying attention.

But it wasn’t until many years later, inspired by her children and a looming birthday, that she finally took her story-telling seriously. And published her first novel in 2013. Since then, she’s gone on to publish fourteen more so women everywhere could fall in love and find an escape of their own.

She isn’t done telling stories. Not by a long shot. If you want to read her emotional and honest books about family, romance, and second chances.

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Taking Root – A Candlewood Falls Novel: Hometown Series Book 1 by Stacey Wilk

Taking Root
Hometown Series Book 1
A Candlewood Falls Novel
Stacey Wilk


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After her assault one year ago, Brooklyn Wilde left her husband and her nursing career to return to her family circle in Candlewood Falls and heal her broken soul. A stranger arriving at her door in the middle of the night turns her world upside down, because he isn’t any stranger. He’s the man who went to prison for killing her uncle.

Caleb Ransom accepted his life sentence to wander from town to town without a family or a home. Even though he was wrongly accused of murder and released, suspicion hangs over him like a bank of rain clouds. Only Brooklyn sees the man he truly is, and he falls hard for her.

But someone in Candlewood Falls has different plans for these two and will stop at nothing until Caleb disappears. As long as they are together, lives are at stake. They will have to find the person determined to destroy them before it’s too late or lose the thing they have wanted all along – deep rooted love.

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The last person Brooklyn Wilde expected to see pounding on her door at midnight was Caleb Ransom. Battered and bruised from being run off the road on his motorcycle, Brooklyn helps him clean up and puts him to bed.

He had been charged with her uncle’s murder and sent to prison. He spent two years there before he was released on a technicality. The thing is he didn’t kill anyone, he found the body and the circumstantial evidence put him away. Brooklyn never believed he did it but unfortunately most people in town did.

When her brother Brad shows up in the morning, he isn’t pleased that Caleb is in town let alone in his sister’s home.

This is a favorite scene.

She had done his laundry and retrieved his bike from the road too. He couldn’t remember the last time someone did so many nice things for him in the same twelve hours. “Thanks for helping me out. I think I was more exhausted than injured at that point. It had been a very long day.”

He had been driving for hours and hadn’t eaten most of the day. He had needed to get to Candlewood Falls before the day ended. He never missed the anniversary of his mother’s death. He would drive from wherever he was holed up to bring flowers to her grave and sit with her awhile, talking. She had always made time for him, listening to anything he wanted to talk about even when he was in jail. Working on no sleep to get to her gravesite was the least he could do for his mother.

“Well, if nothing else eat something before you go. I mean, you’re still going, right?” She moved to the stove and scooped eggs onto a plate. The tea kettle whistled through the room and rattled his head.

“I think that’s what your brother wants.”

She placed the plate on the table. “Eat. I don’t care what my brother wants. I am tired of caring about what other people want.” She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest.

She could stop time with her long hair, high cheekbones, and petite frame. She had always been pretty, but her beauty had matured since he saw her last. Her eyes were no longer wide with innocence. He could suspect the dark circles were from her being up all night taking care of him, but something told him, maybe the mature knowing that had settled in her gaze, or better yet the shotgun she had come to the door with, that even Brooklyn had seen the tougher side of life.

“I can agree with not caring about what other people want, but I don’t remember you being that way.” The smell of the eggs in front of him and the bread in the toaster taunted his empty stomach.

He sat at the table, wanting to prolong this visit after all. Finding Brooklyn here was a nice surprise and with a motorcycle in no condition to drive, his hurry to leave could wait until after breakfast.

“Yeah, well, things have changed.”

He was right then. She had been through some tough times. The idea of her struggling made his heart hurt. He never would’ve wanted that for her and hoped he didn’t hold much of the blame.

“When did you come back to Candlewood Falls?” He stabbed at the food with a fork and kept his gaze on the plate. The eggs were warm and buttery with a hint of salt. She had added mushrooms and spinach. The best damn eggs he’d had in a long time.

She poured tea into one mug and coffee into another for him. She took the seat opposite his, holding holding the mug in front of her like a shield. “About six months ago. My husband and I split up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He mopped the egg up with his bread. He tried to control himself from licking the plate. He wondered what had happened that would have her husband leaving. Brooklyn had a lot to offer. Or least she had when he knew her well. She was kind when others were cruel. She always wanted to save a stray cat or let a spider back out into nature. She could pull laughter out of him at times when it seemed like he might never laugh again. Maybe the husband hadn’t appreciated her honesty. “Your ex-husband is pretty stupid if he let you go.”

Her hand fluttered by her neck. “Thank you. That’s nice of you to say. But believe me, I’m not sorry the marriage ended. It was time. Why are you in town? You don’t live here. I would’ve seen you, if you did.”

Candlewood Falls was a small town, but not so small you bumped into everyone every day. Did that mean that she had been checking for him? That idea filled his chest with something pleasing. Don’t go getting sentimental. It causes trouble. He rubbed his fist into his sternum until the sensation went away.

“I was passing through.” He had foolishly thought it would be okay to stop at Murphy’s just one time. He had been exhausted like he had said. He had only wanted an hour before he had to begin the ride to the next town with no name where he would check in to another nameless motel and begin the search for a job. He should never have stopped no matter how tired or lonely he might have been. If he had left the cemetery and drove out of town unnoticed, whoever had followed him and nearly killed him would never have seen him.

He was certain he had been followed, but he hadn’t noticed anyone in Murphy’s who would still want him dead. Sure, there were plenty of people in this town who still hated him, Brad Wilde being one of them. He had chosen a table in the dark corner, corner, and he sat with his back to the wall so he could watch the door. And still had missed an emissary.

“Passing through to where? Is it someplace far from here?” Her voice dragged him back to her bright kitchen and away from the dark interior of his thoughts.

“Why? Are you looking for a new place to live?” He smirked at his own stupid joke, but Brooklyn’s face stayed impassive.

She pushed out of the chair and went to the window. “Maybe. I don’t know where I belong anymore. I’m trying to figure it out, anyway.”

He hadn’t expected such an honest answer, but he should from her. He could relate. He had lost everything, including his freedom for two years. Since his time in prison, he didn’t belong anywhere. He couldn’t put down roots because eventually people wanted to know about his past. That was not a story he ever shared.

“Thank you for breakfast and for a place to sleep. I need to get out of here and see if my bike can be fixed.” He needed some air too. Being near Brooklyn and getting dangerously close to the feelings that have choked him for years was more than he could take in two days. He just wanted to get on his bike and drive until the place and the woman that haunted him were miles behind him.

She flinched at his sudden movement from the table. “Oh. Are you sure? Do you want to call a tow truck or something?”

“No, thanks. I can probably get it to work.” He sure as hell hoped he could. At least work well enough to get him to the next town. Then he could find a mechanic who knew more than he did.

“Take care of yourself, Caleb.” She smoothed her hands over her legs.

“You too.” He averted his gaze and grabbed his duffel. The eggs sat like

lead in his stomach. He forced himself not to look back when the screen door slapped shut behind him.
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A closer look at his motorcycle tells him he’s not going anywhere for a while. There’s a lot more damage than he thought.

At the garage he gets the bad news it will be a couple of weeks to get the parts and fix it. Caleb is about to call an uber and get a motel room, but he’s stopped by Brooklyn, who insists that he should stay with her. Although it’s her grandmother Cordy’s home, Brooklyn is living there and helping take care of the alpacas. She’s certain Cordy wouldn’t have any objections, she always believed Caleb was innocent. She would call Cordy, who’s away on a vacation, just to let her know about their unexpected guest.

Things start heating up from the moment that decision is made. Caleb is attacked in a parking lot and threatened, then someone ransacks the alpaca’s barn.
Cordy also makes a decision to sell the farm but doesn’t offer it to Brooklyn, but to Brad. Brad will tear everything down and plant more apple trees, Brooklyn wants the farm to stay as it is.

I really loved this story, there’s a lot going on, with plenty of suspense, romance and a bit of sizzle.

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From an early age, Stacey Wilk told tales as a way to escape. At six she wrote short stories in composition notebooks, at twelve she wrote a novel on a typewriter, in high school biology she wrote rock star romances in her binder instead of paying attention.

But it wasn’t until many years later, inspired by her children and a looming birthday, that she finally took her story-telling seriously. And published her first novel in 2013. Since then, she’s gone on to publish fourteen more so women everywhere could fall in love and find an escape of their own.

She isn’t done telling stories. Not by a long shot. If you want to read her emotional and honest books about family, romance, and second chances.

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Christmas Countdown: Wilde Christmas – A Candlewood Falls Novel: Small Town Wilde Romance Book 2 by K.M. Fawcett

Wilde Christmas
Small Town Wilde Romance Book 2
A Candlewood Falls Novel
K.M. Fawcett


Christmas is about to get Wilde!

All Lacey Wilde wants for Christmas is to open her long-awaited Bed & Breakfast. When her only guest is a sexy stranger who claims her adopted Military Working Dog is his, Lacey isn’t about to lose her fur baby—or her heart—to charming Marine veteran Dean Hunter.

But the K-9 controversy is the least of their troubles. Danger lurks in the shadows of Candlelight Inn, and someone will stop at nothing to steal Lacey’s heirloom ornaments. Can Dean protect the woman he’s fallen for against a deadly threat, or will this Christmas be their last?

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Lacey was all ready for her bed and breakfast to open on New Year’s, but a storm came through causing a tree to fall on the gazebo part of the wraparound porch. She has to get fixed quickly in order to pass the final inspection prior to opening for guests.

She’s part of the Victorian Homes Christmas Tour this year even though she can’t have overnight guests. It’s a wild turn out with some interesting characters. One little old lady in particular, a Ms. Brandt, has some interesting recollections while on the tour.

Dean Hunter arrives at the B&B just as the tour does. He’s jumping the gun, not waiting for the military to inform Lacey her adoption of Remi is invalid. He joins the tour and admires the architecture since there’s no way to have a private conversation during it.

Needless to say, there is quite the confrontation when Sam returns with Remi after the tour. Dean does leave without his dog and promises not to be far away when she gets the paperwork. Unfortunately, he also discovers he has no wallet. He has to wait until morning to replace the cards he cancelled so finds a parking lot to sleep in, only to be confronted by the police.

That’s when Lacey calls about an intruder on her property and finding Dean’s wallet.

This is a favorite scene.

“I heard you and the cop talking. Any idea who might want to snoop around your house?”

“No.” She’d been pondering that question since Officer Foley told her Dean wasn’t her man. “I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone might’ve been sneaking into the orchard for Sam’s Happles.”

“Do people do that? Steal apples from orchards at night?”

Happles.” She emphasized the ‘h’. “It’s short for Happy Apples.” His confusion prompted an explanation. “He’s a plant geneticist. He bred a mood-altering apple.”

“You mean like some kind of apple marijuana?”

She chuckled. “Not that kind of mood-altering. His Happles increase the brain chemicals that make you happy. You know, like chocolate makes you feel good? There was a big write up about it in the paper. Some people falsely believe his apples can cure depression. depression. They can’t. He’s been getting tons of calls about them. They’ve all been harvested weeks ago, but I guess if someone didn’t know that, they might sneak into the orchard to try to steal them.”

“Sounds like these Happles can invite trouble. You need a security system on your house and orchard.”

“Too much money.”

“You live alone?”

Why did he have to display genuine concern? She didn’t want another reason to like him. She was supposed to be angry with him, and yet a strong urge begged her to invite him inside for a nice cup of hot chocolate. He must be freezing without his jacket.

From the heat trapped inside of it, Dean generated a great deal of warmth. He made her hot, anyway.

“I live with Sam, but he’s staying at his girlfriend’s tonight. I have Remi to protect me, though.” Until you take her away.

“Sam’s your brother, then?”

“Yes.” Was it her imagination or did he seem relieved to know that? Her stomach fluttered like it used to right before a guy would ask her out, which was ridiculous under the circumstances. “Why were you sleeping in your car? There’s a hotel two towns over.”

“Had to cancel my credit cards.”

“Oh, right.”

He shrugged. “I’ve slept in worse places and under worse conditions.” The glow of the porch light caught a far off look in his eye as if he were remembering terrible things.

A little guilt crept into her heart. Sometimes she forgot other people had to deal with their own personal hells.

The officer returned to the porch, and she took a step back from Dean.

“I didn’t see any broken windows or tampering of the house,” he said. “There was nothing unusual in the yard or woods. Since there’ve been a few burglaries nearby in recent months, I’ll let the other officers know to increase patrols in the area.”

Increase patrols for what? Who were they looking for? A shadowy figure wasn’t much for the police to go on.

Officer Foley returned his flashlight to his duty belt. “There really isn’t anything more I can do right now. If you hear or see anything else, call us.”

“Thank you, officer.”

He turned to Dean. “There’s a hotel two towns over.”

“Thank you, officer, but Ms. Wilde owns a bed and breakfast.”

“So?” Lacey said. He wasn’t about to stay here.

“So, I need a bed. And breakfast.”

Why did her thoughts turn to her four-poster mahogany queen with shirtless Dean—all sexy and tempting—lying beneath her covers? Her breath hitched and mouth dried. She hadn’t thought of a real-life man in that way in a long time. Her fantasies had been reserved for completely unattainable men like actors and musicians. Good to know that her libido had returned to normal.

Remission had many perks.

Remembering that she didn’t have a certificate of occupancy yet and that she stood in front of an officer of the law, she cleared her throat. “I’m not open for business. Especially not to men looking to take my dog.”

“Then you’re in luck. I’m not taking your dog. I’m taking mine. But not until Christmas Eve.”

She gritted her teeth. “Well, I don’t have my CO yet.”

“Then how were you able to have a houseful of guests this afternoon?”

“The quirks of a small town. I can’t open my business to paying customers, but I can have guests visit my residence like anyone else in town can.”

“Then consider me a guest.”

She crossed her arms and gave him a pointed glare. “Guest would imply you’re welcome here.”

“Come on, Lacey. I need a place to stay.” He snapped his finger as if remembering something. “And you need a carpenter to fix your porch. That’s a win-win situation, right there. Plus, it gives me a chance to visit with Remi.”

That was the whole point wasn’t it? She didn’t want Dean hanging around Remi. What if the dog wanted to be with him over her? She didn’t think she could handle that on top of everything else.

The look on officer Foley’s face said he wasn’t getting involved but was monitoring the situation in case of trouble.

Except for demanding his dog back, Dean didn’t seem like the trouble-causing type. Men who caused trouble don’t offer up their jackets or help elderly women or politely admire her ornaments.

Why did that sound dirtier than it should have?

Plus, if he fixed the porch, Sam could go to Vermont with Faith and Lily tomorrow. She really wanted to give that to Sam. Besides, letting Dean Hunter stay the week wouldn’t sway her from meeting with Carter River to explore her legal options regarding Remi. “Fine. You can stay. But you can’t be with Remi all day. I want to spend as much time with her before you take her. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright then. Should we shake on it?” She offered her hand.

“We can if you’d like, but I always keep my promises.”

“You’d better.” His hand slid into hers like the first time they’d shook hello. He had piqued her interest then, an attractive stranger with a sexy accent. And wouldn’t you know it, he still piqued her interest. Why couldn’t they have met under different circumstances? If he hadn’t come for Remi, she totally would have fallen for this guy.

“You good, Ms. Wilde?” Officer Foley said.

“I’m good. Mr. Hunter will stay in the carriage house.” Away from her and away from Remi. “Thank you for coming out and checking on the place.”

He nodded and then left them alone on the porch.
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With Dean fixing her porch, Sam leaves for Vermont with Faith and Lily.

It seems that’s when things start getting a bit crazy. First Lacey’s ex shows up wanting his cut of her Christmas ornaments. He seems to think they are actual Ulbrichts and worth a lot of money. Not that he has any rights to anything in her home since the divorce is final.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue as Lacey and Dean try to figure out how Lacey’s family came to have the ornaments and some action as someone tries to get their hands on them.

All while Dean and Lacey start down the path of romance.

I look forward to the next books in this series.

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K.M. Fawcett is the author of the thrilling science fiction romance series, The Survival Race and is one of 3 authors in the small-town contemporary romance shared world series of Candlewood Falls. She writes stories featuring underdogs and fish-out-of-water characters who find their place in the universe. She believes in happy endings and true love conquering all.

She and her husband—the inspiration for all her heroes (and some of her villains)—own Tenchi Dojo in NJ, where they teach traditional Okinawan karate and kobudo (weapons). K.M. incorporates two decades of martial arts experience into her stories to create strong, kick-ass characters who aren’t afraid to fight for the life and love they deserve.

Wielding the world as her office, K.M. exhausted many hours writing in parked cars (waiting for kids at drum lessons and ballet classes), on airplanes, at a local coffee shop, outdoors, and in her home library with two mischievous cats vying for attention.

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