Marked for Mayhem – Crashed and Claimed Book 2 By Susan Hayes

Marked for Mayhem
Crashed and Claimed Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Hayes


Her last shot at love just crashed and burned… literally.

Bella signed up for the interplanetary matchmaking cruise hoping for travel, adventure, and maybe a chance at romance. Now she’s crash landed on a strange planet with no one around but a horned, alien hottie who showed up and laid claim to her gear, her ship… and her.

He’s too brash, too pushy, and much too young for her. He’s also not taking no for an answer…
This wasn’t the adventure she imagined, but it might just be the romance of a lifetime, if she can stay alive long enough to enjoy it.

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If you haven’t read the first book in this series, I recommend you go back and read it first. It sets up the scenario for the rest of these books.

At the end of Marked for Rage we learned that the plan to free his brothers has gone totally awry. They are now trapped on a planet with no one allowed in or out of the space around it. They are not free but still prisoners.

Bella signed up for this Interplanetary Courtship Cruise looking for adventure and maybe some romance. Now there’s alarms going off and the abandon ship command from the captain. Bella had raced to the escape pod and crashed to the planet’s surface. Now covered in suspension gel that saved her life she tries to figure out what supplies she has and what she needs to do to stay alive until rescue comes.

It’s been a year and Mayhem and his brothers along with Bysshe the android have made this planet more of a home. They have been attacked more than once by mercenaries hired by the verexi or ‘scrawnies’ as they called them. Now it appears another attack is happening. Mayhem, Menace and Strife were working on the roof of Mayhem’s home when the alarms go off. They discover small vessels would land in each of their territories, but the main ship was much further away. The immediate problem would be those close to their homes so that’s where they would head to first.

It didn’t take Mayhem long to find the intruder, He didn’t know what kind of mercenary would come here unarmed but he was going to find out.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

She stayed where she was, hands raised in what she hoped he understood was a signal of surrender. “I give up. Surrender. Whatever. I’m kinda hoping you don’t kill me, though. Swift or otherwise. If I’d wanted to die, I could have stayed on the Bountiful Harvest. She’s probably at the bottom of a smoking crater by now.”

Big, gold, and grumpy snarled, one side of his mouth curling up to show more fang. He held a bladed weapon in one hand. It was long enough her brain wanted to call it a sword, but who the hells carried a sword these days?

In fact, his entire outfit was like something out of a historical vid. Straps of leather crisscrossed over his chest, and a kilt-like garment made up of thick, overlapping strips of dark leather hung from his hips to the midpoint of his tree-sized thighs.

“How many were aboard? Were other ships involved in this attack? What was the plan this time?” he demanded.

“Attack? No, no. I was a passenger on a matchmaking cruise. You know, one of those ‘see the galaxy, find your soulmate,’ type things. I’m not a soldier. Even if I wanted to fight, what military would want someone my age?”

“Matchmaking cruise?” His expression was one of utter bafflement. Not a surprise. The way he looked, he clearly didn’t need any help finding romantic partners. In fact, he probably had a waiting list.

She racked her brain to try to come up with an explanation that didn’t sound pathetic and quickly realized there wasn’t one. “Single women pay to travel together and visit other worlds. At every stop we’d have a few days to meet and mingle with prospective males looking for mates. That’s it. So, unless you’re afraid of being invaded by a bunch of single women, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He didn’t look convinced. “Why are you here?”

“Honestly? I have no idea. One second, everything was fine, the next… Boom. Our ship’s star-drive failed or exploded or something and we fell back into normal space. The next thing I knew, we were all told to abandon ship.” She jerked with her thumb toward the banged up remains of her escape pod. “I’m alone. I don’t know if any of the others made it. There were other passengers and a small crew.”

Reality finally dawned on her, or more accurately, reality came crashing through the bubble of denial she was living in and shattered it. Her ship had crashed. Everyone else might be dead or injured. And unless someone managed to get off a distress call, no one knew she was here.

Her knees threatened to buckle, and she decided to sit down before she fell over. She took a careful step backward and then another, keeping her eyes on her demon the whole time.

“I need to sit down. I’m not armed. I just… they’re gone. That hadn’t sunk in until now.”

Something that might have been concern flickered across the male’s features. The black lines that marked his forehead from mid-brow to his hairline made it hard to be certain, but he didn’t tell her to stop moving.

Good enough.

She went back to the same mossy rock she’d been on before and sat down with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“For not killing you? I haven’t yet, but I still might.”

She barked with laughter and lowered her hands to her lap. “Sure thing. Until then, thanks for letting me sit down.”

“You have no weapons? At all?” He was moving again, prowling around the crash site with a smooth, gliding motion that reminded her of old vids she’d seen about long-extinct hunting cats back from Earth. Everything he wore was rustic and looked handmade. The kilt, the sword, the spear she could see strapped to his back. No shirt, only a few leather cross-straps and a couple of bands of leather tied around his biceps, holding two daggers in place.

He had sections of hardened leather bound to his lower legs, too. Greaves? She had no idea where she’d read the word, but it felt like the right one. Whoever he was, he’d come here dressed for combat not conversation. Though at least he had a translator. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be conversing at all.

“No weapons. No shelter either.” She gestured to the punctured emergency shelter. “I do have some food and things. Hungry?”

She didn’t have anything else to offer him. Whoever he’d come here expecting to find, she wasn’t it. She couldn’t give him answers, so she’d have to hope he was open to bribery.

“You hunted already?” He cocked his head to one side, his amber eyes narrowing. “I thought you said you had no weapons. Or did you throw your shoe at something else before I got here?”

Was that a note of humor she heard? She hoped so. “I never said anything about hunting. I was talking about rations. There should be some in that container over there. Shall I check?”

She knew his answer before she’d voiced the question. He didn’t trust her enough to let her do anything of the sort.

“No. I will look. You stay where you are.” He sheathed his blade and went over to the container, keeping one eye on her as he bent to unlock the top and sort through the contents.

With him distracted, Bella took the time to get a better look at him. His hair was dark at the roots but faded to a tawny blond by the time it reached his shoulders. The cut was shaggy and uneven, as if his barber had been into the booze between clients. Or maybe he’d done it himself. He had a short beard not much longer than the fur that covered the rest of his body. It was thick, but she could still make out the high cut of his cheekbones and the hard line of his jaw beneath. His eyes were incredible. They were slightly rounder than a human’s would be with no visible whites. Only the deep amber color of the iris around a jet-black pupil, all of it marked with a line of pure black fur that would have made a make-up artist jealous.

While she admired the view, the big alien went through the supplies. Food packets, water canteens, a first-aid kit and more were pulled from the container. He briefly examined and sniffed each item and then dropped it onto the pile growing at his feet.

He took a little more care with the flare gun and what looked like a fire starter, but after that she didn’t recognize much. It wasn’t surprising she didn’t know what half the stuff was. Most of her adult life had been spent as the kept woman of a dangerous and very wealthy man. What she knew about survival gear could be written on the back of a cocktail napkin and still have room for a game or two of hangman.

“This has many useful things,” her demon announced as he lifted the last item out and held it in his hand. “This is a transponder. Yes? An emergency beacon?”

“It is. Once we activate it, someone will come looking for me.”

“No.” He threw it against a large rock with enough force to crack the casing. Before she could say anything, he had his spear in hand and used the butt end to smash the transponder repeatedly. In less than a minute it was nothing but scrap.

“That was my only way off this planet!” she yelled at him. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but dammit, he’d destroyed her best chance of rescue. Unless the escape pod had its own beacon…

She looked that way before she could stop herself, and demon-guy followed her gaze.

“The ship has a tracker too?” “No. I mean. I don’t know. It’s an escape pod. I don’t know how it works.” Her words came out too rushed to be believable. She needed to get her shit together right the hells now, or she was going to end up dead out here. She took a swift breath, squared her shoulders, and got to her feet.

“Look. Can we start again? My name is Bella, and I’d be grateful if you stopped breaking my stuff.”
Hayes, Susan. Marked For Mayhem: An Alien Fated Mates Romance (Crashed And Claimed Book 1) (Kindle Locations 272-331). Black Scroll Publications Ltd.. Kindle Edition.

Going through Bella’s emergency pack, Mayhem destroys the portable transponder, and demands to know how to disable the one on her ship. It’s when she almost falls that Mayhem realizes something else. Bella is his.

There are many tense moments in this book, a scary planet for Bella and Mayhem only intrigues her more as things rapidly heat up between them.

This is a fun, sexy, page turning read, I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

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Susan lives on Vancouver Island, off the Canadian west coast where the waters are patrolled by orcas, and the sighting of snowflakes leads to citywide panic. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidentally swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.

If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.

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Her Uniform Cowboy – Harland County Book 3 By Donna Michaels

Her Uniform Cowboy
Harland County Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Donna Michaels


Desperate for change after a verbally abusive relationship, Brandi Wyne leaves a symphony career, her family, and the Poconos to fall back on a designing degree and a chance to renovate a restaurant/pub in Texas. Even though part of a National Guard family, she’d sworn off military men when the last one proved less than supportive of her thyroid condition and subsequent weight gain. Too bad her body seems to forget that fact whenever she’s near the very hot, very military local sheriff.

Texas Army National Guard First Sergeant Kade Dalton never planned on becoming Harland County Sheriff or the attraction to a curvy, military-hating designer from Pennsylvania. Heavy with guilt from the death of a soldier under his command during a recent deployment, and dealing with his co-owned horse ranch and a bungling young deputy, it’s hard most days just to keep his sanity. But it’s the Yankee bombshell who threatens not only his sanity, but tempts his body…and his heart.

Fighting their attraction becomes a losing battle, and Kade soon finds sanctuary in the arms of the beautiful designer. But their changing relationship only brings more pressure to his guilt-ridden life…does he really have the right to saddle Brandi with his stress issues? And if so, can he take a chance on the town’s newest resident not abandoning him like others in his past?

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Kade Dalton has good nights and bad, this one had been bad. The man he lost in his last deployment had dependents, a fiancé and child. The guilt is almost overbearing for him. Rationally he knows it wasn’t his fault, but still that feeling persists. He finds solace with the abused horses they bring to Shadow Rock Ranch. He’s about to check on the malnourished mare when he sees Brandi is with her. She’s angry and full of accusations.

Seeking change after an emotionally abusive relationship, Brandi Wyne comes to Harland County to revive her designing degree. She has good days and bad but today is one of the worst after she mistakenly accuses Kade Dalton Sheriff and Guard First Sargeant, of animal abuse. She knew better but her brain saw the unthinkable and he was there.

Bypassing his truck, he headed for the stable on the far right. The quiet stable. The one which housed the abused and abandoned horses. Currently, there was only one. Thank God. That meant most of his fellow Texans were taking their ownership responsibilities of the magnificent creatures seriously. Horses weren’t toys you could ride whenever you fancied. They weren’t pets you paid attention to occasionally. They required work, maintenance, human touch and…

Son-of-a-bitch, he was edgy again. Nothing pissed him off more than a neglected or abused animal.

Stepping inside, he sucked in air heavy with the smell of more dirt and manure, but this time laced with the sweet scent of hay. The combination instantly calmed, took off some of that damn edge, and he headed to the first stall.

For several years now, he enjoyed working with the local vet to nurse the horses in this stable back to health. He’d made it Shadow Rock’s practice to volunteer the stable to the Humane Society. It was a project of his, one he hoped to expand in the future. Now that he was more than likely home permanently, he needed to draw up plans to—

Sweet mother of Texas…

He stopped dead at the entrance.

… that is a beautiful sight to behold.

Bent over, lightly rubbing down one of the horse’s legs was a local designer. A beautiful transplant from Pennsylvania. God, she was curvy and hot, and he wondered if she felt as soft as she looked. Something he would’ve discovered within the three months he’d known the woman if it weren’t for two things. One, Brandi Wyne was not a one-night stand, and two… she had an aversion to the military.

The fact she was the only woman to spark part of him to life with just her mere presence didn’t sit well with Kade. Hell no. So you’d think he’d be able to order his legs to slowly back out of the stall before being seen by the sexy woman whose big brown eyes, full of warmth and understanding, sucked him into a false vortex of hope. But no. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward like a complete idiot.

Seems his legs took orders from a body part due south of his brain.

Without his permission, his gaze ran down to her battered boots then back up, noting strategic creases in her well-worn jeans where they hugged her long, lean legs and mouthwatering ass.

What he wouldn’t give to be those jeans…

About the same time that thought flashed through his fogged mind, the designer stiffened and slowly straightened. Awareness zinged around them, overloading the air with so much energy the poor horse shifted her stance in agitation.

Damn. The last thing he wanted was to spook the abused mare.

Intending to ask the woman to step away from the horse, he got as far as opening his mouth, but not a damn sound came out when she turned and glared at him, gaze full of pure venom.

He was the one to take a step… backward.

“You,” she snapped, jabbing a finger at him while she marched forward, hair bouncing around her shoulders in a flurry of sun-streaked caramel waves. “How could you? I would expect this kind of behavior from someone irresponsible. Not you. Wow. This… this is unforgivable.”

Stopping in front of him, she inhaled, her rant obviously not over. And damn, he wished he knew when he’d lost contact with his tongue because it was not taking orders from his brain at the moment. No, the only part of his foolish body responding was still in the southern region.

“You know what? I’m calling the police.” She shoved a hand in her pocket and came out with her phone. “Oh, wait…” Snorting, she turned in a circle, arms flailing. “Can’t do that. They’d only send me you!”

He watched as the phone made its way back into her pocket with an angry thrust before the designer advanced closer. Kade backed up, leading the crazy woman out of the stall and away from the nervous horse. Half of him wanted to set the beauty straight, the other half wanted to set her against the wall, press into her luscious curves and put her delectable lips to better use.

He did neither.

“Well?” she asked, hands jammed on her hips, head tipped back, chest heaving.

His gut took an invisible blow. Damn… the woman was gorgeous.

Well?” she asked again. “What do you have to say for yourself? This is inexcusable. How could you? Did it make you feel like a big boy, treating such a beautiful creature that way? Huh? Did it? Seriously, who do you think you are?” the banshee continued, not giving him a chance to speak. “You think because you’re in the Guard or because you’re the sheriff you can do what you please? Well, you can’t. You’re not going to get away with this. You hear me? You’re accountable for your actions just like everyone else, mister.” She pressed closer, her heaving chest now brushing his in tantalizing bursts with each indrawn breath. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

He cleared his throat and managed to get his tongue to cooperate. “She’s not mine.”

Okay, not the best of explanations, but hell, he didn’t owe any.

“Of course, you’d try… wait… what?”

Brown eyes blinked up at him, confusion clouding the fire.

“The horse isn’t mine,” he repeated. “The Humane Society brought her in yesterday.”

More blinking.

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed. “You’re housing her?”

He nodded, anger starting to heat his blood. “She’ll be here until she’s healthy again, and the vet releases her.”

“That’s so sweet.”

Tears filled the woman’s eyes before she flung herself at him and crushed his body with her curves. The beauty’s about-face made his head spin.

On any normal day, he would’ve been pleased, damn pleased to have her fulfill a fantasy that had been running through his brain for months.



No air between their bodies.

But this morning was far from normal, and he was far from pleased.

Grasping her shoulders, he set her away from him. “Yeah, imagine that, a National Guardsman and sheriff who’s sweet. You must be mistaken.” He released her, fished the reflective sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and shoved them on his face. “Good day, ma’am.”

Warm fingers curled around his bicep and pulled hard.

“Kade, wait. Look, I’m sorry. I really am.”

He halted and turned to face the clinging designer. “Fine. Duly noted.”

“No.” She frowned. “It’s not fine. I accused you of something horrible, and I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Shit. Tears were filling her eyes again.

“I think it’s wonderful that you help out the Humane Society.”

He did more than that, but he wasn’t about to enlighten the crazy woman. “Thanks.” His tone gave away his less than sincere thoughts, but he didn’t care. He was ticked off. Damn high-n-mighty Pennsylvanian.

“Why are you so sensitive? I said I was sorry.”

“Why indeed.” He stepped closer then stalked the frustrating Yankee when she backed up. “Tell me, Ms. Wyne.” He didn’t stop until her back hit the front of a stall. “There are several other people who live on this ranch, did any of them cross your mind as being the culprit?”

Eyes round, she swallowed and slowly shook her head.

Kade bit back a curse. “Figures.”

He stepped away, and then changed his mind. Grasping the spokes on either side of her head, he pulled himself in and stared into her widening brown eyes. “Just what the hell is your problem with me, lady?”

She drew in a breath, her luscious mouth opening as if to respond; the action brought their bodies in contact in a hell of a delectable way. And son-of-a-bitch, if his body didn’t overrule his mind and take over the interrogation. Tightening his grasp on the bars, he pressed closer, rejoicing in her hitched breath and the way she trembled against him.


“I…” She swallowed, blinked a few times, then asked, “Wh-what was the question again?”

Damned if he knew. Christ, he was lucky to remember his own name with her soft curves brushing him, pulling him out of himself, busting his restraint, making his need a number one priority. And he never put himself first. Ever.

But when her hungry gaze dropped to his mouth, all bets were off. He had to know. Had to taste her.

With a curse on his lips, he bent lower, his attention pulled to the mouthwatering cleavage peeking out from the rounded neck of her brown T-shirt. Absently noting how the color matched her darkening gaze, he was about to finally get a taste of her sweet lips…

The loud snorting of a horse broke through his fogged brain.

Glancing through the bars, he caught sight of the skinny mare shifting its weight on sadly neglected hoofs. The same horse the woman melting into him accused him of abusing not ten minutes earlier.

Shit. With a jerk, he released the stall and stepped back.

What the hell was wrong with him? His lack of self-respect was disturbing. The designer, although sexy as sin, was off limits. A no-touch zone. Her opinion of him was too poor to ignore.

Setting his shoulders, he stared down at the blinking woman. “I have work to do.”

Not waiting for a reply, Kade stepped around her and into the stall with the female that needed him, and away from the one his body mistakenly thought it needed.
Donna Michaels. Her Uniform Cowboy (Harland County Series, #3) (Kindle Locations 170-244). Donna Michaels.

There is quite the chemistry between these two and somehow there has to be a way around their differences.

The beginning is an escaped horse and a drowning puppy. Brandi’s car is hit by the first and has her careening into a tree, then she’s scratched by barbed wire trying to get to the distressed puppy.

Kade rescuing her, the puppy and the horse, start them on the right track. However, Brandi has some secrets she’s not sharing.

Now both Brandi and Kade really need to work on their issues, but while Brandi has been, Kade is repeatedly rejecting the notion of help.

There is laughter, tears, romance, sizzle and so much more in this page-turning read. I think I need to go back and read this series from the beginning.

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Donna Michaels Donna Michaels

It’s all my mother’s fault.

She read to me before I could read and opened up that magical world where I still reside today. Then came television and movies. Now I had three avenues that fed my imagination…and boy could I eat! As you no doubt figured out, this lead to my writing career. I’m a NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon Bestselling Award winng author. Phew, that was a mouthful! Multi-published in e-book and print with several publishers, I certainly have a ton of voices in my head.

I’m happily married to a military man for 28 years. We have four children and several rescued cats. Michael’s been in the Army National Guard since before he graduated. The Guard has been a part of our lives right from the start. It was only natural for the military to spill into my writing. God bless the military and their families. Thank you all for your sacrifices. ♥

You already know my mom inspired my love of reading, but it was my dad who got me hooked on movies. Even now, if I had the time, I could happily go from one movie to another all day long. They are the reason I love mixed genre and why I can’t just stick to just one in my writing, although, as you can tell, I have a soft spot for cowboys and the military.

Well, that’s about it. Thanks for getting to know me a little better. Remember, keep reading to your children. The journey you’re igniting is precious. And the next time you’re at the movies, turn around. I just might be the person sitting behind you. No, not the one throwing popcorn (it’s too expensive to waste). I’m the one already imagining the sequel.

Have a great day and thanks for reading!

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The Mix-Up – Meet Cute Book Club Book 6 by Rebecca Wilder

The Mix-Up
Meet Cute Book Club Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Wilder



“I think that there’s been some kind of mix up.”

That’s my first clue that my stay in Lilac Harbor isn’t going to go according to plan. There’s been a mistake with my rental booking and now instead of having the charming little bungalow on the shore all to myself, I’ve got a not so charming roommate.

Yates Warner. He’s a grump in every sense of the word, but there’s something about the guarded translator that tugs at my heartstrings. I’m determined to make the best of this situation, and who knows? Maybe my grumpy giant and I can even be friends.


Yeah, we’re definitely never going to be friends. Arlowe Mitchell is too sweet for a grouchy loner like me. She’s too friendly, too generous, and way too optimistic. Also, way too tempting.

The more time I spend with her, the more I want her. When she tells me about the newest book her book club is reading and says how she always wanted to have a summer fling like the characters, I finally get my opening.

A four-week fling. No strings attached and we part at the end of the month to go our separate ways. The only rule we have is to not get attached. I thought it would be a piece of cake to follow but the more time I spend around my new roomie, the more I realize that I’m in real trouble of breaking our one and only rule.

When Arlowe Mitchell arrives in Lilac Harbor, the last thing she expects is a problem with her rental. She’s opening a new location of Clay Fire and with the renovations still going on she needs to be on site for about six weeks.

Yates Warner is the new owner of the rental property. He was supposed to cancel the rental but in the chaos of moving in he forgot. Now he has to figure out what to do about it. Apparently, the hotel has no vacancies so that’s out.

The house has plenty of bedrooms and baths, so he offers Arlowe a room until the hotel has vacancies. He doesn’t expect to have much interaction with her, she’ll be busy outside the house only coming home to sleep, or so he hopes.

Arlowe really doesn’t want to stay at the hotel, and she immediately agrees to Yates’ offer of a room. Insisting she won’t be a bother.

In spite of what he’s said, Yates finds himself intrigued by Arlowe. She’s managed to get him out to dinner and now their at the Maple Fair in neighboring Maple Bend.

This is a favorite scene.

“Are you going to win me a stuffed animal?” I tease when I see him eyeing one of the games that we’re walking past.

“I doubt it. I’m terrible at all of those games,” he says and I laugh.

“I’m pretty sure everyone is.”

We head into the vendor section and Yates waits patiently as I look around each booth. We get to one that’s selling cake pops and I grab two, passing one to Yates. He huffs out a laugh when he sees the mermaid one that I bought him.

“Did you want the unicorn one instead?” I ask, offering him the one in my hand, and he shakes his head.

“No, this one is fine.”

He takes a bite, finishing the whole thing in about two bites as we continue to browse through all of the craft stands. I debate buying a beaded wallet and a little water painting but put both of them back. I don’t want to carry either of them around for the rest of our afternoon.

I stop by one of the maple booths and grab Hartley’s maple candy. I get another bag for me and then one for Yates and his new candy dish. They have maple everything and I debate sending my mom a bottle of maple syrup, but I’m worried it would break before it got to her.

“Ready for some rides?” I ask as I tuck the candy in my purse. He nods his head but he doesn’t look so sure.

“Do you think that your stomach can handle it?” I ask and he side eyes me.

“I’ll be fine,” he promises, and I roll my eyes at his tough guy routine.

My phone dings as we get in line for the tilt-a-whirl, and I pull it out to see a text from my book club friend, Jaime.

Jaime: Are you ready for next Thursday?

Arlowe: Of course!

Jaime: Can’t wait!

“Who was that?” Yates asks as we move up in line.

“My friend Jaime. We’re in a book club together and she was just reminding me about our meeting this coming Thursday.”

“What book are you reading? A romance one?” he asks.

“Why? You want to translate it?”

He rolls his eyes and I grin as we show the ride operator our wrist bands and climb onto the ride.

“It is a romance book, actually. The main characters have this sexy vacation fling on this island off the coast of South Carolina and they end up falling in love. It was so good,” I gush and he nods as the operator closes the bar.

“Sounds cool,” he says, and I grin at his bored monotone.

“It is! You should read it.”

“Maybe,” he hedges as the operator turns and goes back to the ride box and pushes a few levers.

“I’ve always wanted to have a super steamy vacation romance. Something where you can just get what you need without being worried about the rest of the relationship. Something strictly physical. It’s been on my bucket list for ages,” I say with a dreamy sigh.

“Are you coming onto me?” he asks and I blink at him, my head whipping to the side as I gape at him.

And then I burst out laughing.

I didn’t mean to be. I wasn’t even thinking about it. I mean, I’ve been trying to hide my crush from him since I got to town and the one time I was just saying something innocently, he asks me that.

I laugh harder and that seems to surprise Yates. He wasn’t expecting that reaction and he frowns at me, looking insulted, and I try to backtrack.

“I mean, you’re gorgeous. I’d love to have sex with you.”

I freeze.

I can’t believe I just said that.

I can see a few people giving us weird looks but I ignore them. All of my attention is locked on Yates.

We both just stare at each other, neither one of us knowing what to do. The ride starts and we both look away from each other and grab hold of the bar as the ride starts to spin.
Rebecca Wilder. The Mix Up (Kindle Locations 862-895).

These two have so much chemistry it pretty much sizzles off the pages. Yates spends so much time alone working at home on translating books that Arlowe’s influence has him getting out and actually enjoying himself and her company.

Lots of fun, laughter, romance and sizzle with a twist I didn’t see coming.

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USA Today Bestselling Author Rebecca Wilder writes contemporary and new adult romance. She loves writing about opposites attracting and finding their happily ever afters.

When she’s not spending time with her family or friends, she’s reading romance books, watching stand up comedies or crime TV shows. She’s also a total Pinterest addict, dog lover, tea snob, and a wannabe yogi.

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Marked for Rage – Crashed and Claimed Book 1 by Susan Hayes

Marked For Rage
Crashed and Claimed Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Hayes


It was supposed to be a delivery run…
How did it turn into a prison break?

All Mercy had to do was deliver her cargo and go. Now she’s got a bunch of irate aliens on her tail and a hot-as-Helios escaped prisoner in her cargo bay who insists she is his. She’s too old for this crap, and she keeps telling herself she’s too old for him, too. But his arguments and his… assets are very convincing.

If they’re going to survive this intergalactic crisis, she’s going to need a plan… and her hot, horned and handsome alien passenger is going to need some clothes.

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As this book opens Rage a fa’rel has once again tried to escape. He’s thrown into isolation beaten and in pain but won’t give the guards the satisfaction of seeing that. An Android named Bysshe was an ally of sorts and he was trusted by Rage and his brothers. When Bysshe shows up a bit later, he informs Rage he is scheduled for termination. It seems the verexi, the race that created the fa’rel are tired of his antics. However, Bysshe has a plan and tells Rage to be ready.

The verexi are not physically powerful, so they created the fa’rel in their labs to be their army. Unfortunately, the fa’rel aren’t very obliging when it comes to blindly taking orders. Rage has three brothers also imprisoned here, he goal has always been to escape and free them. Now it seems his time has run out.

Captain Mercy Johnson has a contract to deliver cargo to this moon, she couldn’t call it a planet, and considers it a visual of what hell would look like. When she lands, she’s met by Bysshe and oversees the delivery. He also informs her that her contract may soon be over although he doesn’t know how soon. He does make her another offer, one that would end her contract now, but the payment would make it very worth her while to take on this cargo.

When her cargo arrives, she understands why the payment was so generous. This is a prison break. She needs to get out of here and fast. Her ‘cargo’ is injured on his way to the ship and after a brief message telling him to hold on, Mercy takes off.

Once they are out of immediate danger, Mercy confronts the alien she willingly brought aboard her ship. That encounter doesn’t go quite how she expects and is quite a page melter as she discovers the true nature of her passenger.

This is a favorite scene.

He lifted his head to speak but stopped when a new sensation blazed into his awareness. The skin on his chest tingled and then burned. His lips curled back into a snarl, but before he could do anything else the pain faded away.

He looked down at his chest, expecting to see blood or a wound of some kind. All he saw were black marks across his fur that hadn’t been there until now.

“Scars?” Mercy asked, her voice almost as soft as her touch when she traced the lines. “Like claw marks?”

She was right. He leaned back, giving himself enough room to move. He raised a hand, extended his claws, and held them over the new markings. They were a perfect match.

Mercy placed one hand over his, splaying her fingers widely enough to match the strange new lines. She drew her fingers down the lines, starting at his shoulders and crossing over his chest in an X. “What did this? Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I stopped asking that question a long time ago. The verexi never gave us any answers.”

“Us?” The little female’s tone had lost its sultry softness. “More of you are back there?”

“My brothers.” Her lips thinned, and she gave him a tight nod. “That’s why you wanted to go back.”

“Yes. Can we go back now?”

She shook her head. “We got lucky last time. We were nearly out of range before they got their guns primed to fire. If we go back, they’ll blow us to the nine hells long before we can land. This is a freighter, not a warship.”

He scowled and uttered a low growl of frustration. “Where can I find warships?”

Mercy snorted. “A sane person wouldn’t ask that question. Most of us try to avoid them at all costs.”

He slammed his fist into the floor, denting it. “Then how do I free my clan?”

He didn’t recognize the look in her eyes at first. He’d never seen it on another being, except in the videos the verexi allowed them to view sometimes. It was pity.

That wasn’t acceptable.

“No.” He lifted her up and set her down beside him on the chill floor. “We have to free them. I am the eldest. I swore…”

She raised a hand and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush. You won’t save anyone if you’re dead. I understand promises. Made a few myself. Kept them, too. Mostly. Take it from someone older and theoretically wiser than you. Some promises take longer to keep.” She quirked a dark brow. “And that is the last time I will ever admit to being older than you. Bring it up again and I’ll make you pay for it.”

“I don’t know how much time they have.” Frustration still had him in a stranglehold, but he recognized her attempt to calm him with jokes. Her age didn’t matter. She was his Mercy. That was the only truth he cared about. She had to help him free the others.

“Bysshe knew. He told me that my contract would end soon because that place, whatever it is, was shutting down.”

He chewed on each word before spitting it out. “It’s a verexi laboratory. They made us. Experimented on us. If they are shutting down that place, the others…” The dent in the floor deepened as he slammed his fist down several more times. They’d kill them. Or move them so he’d never find them again. He wouldn’t let that happen. He would not lose them. They were all he had.

Mercy caught his fist in her hands. “Beating up my deck isn’t going to change anything. We’ll figure this out. Whatever they’re planning can’t happen right away. There are no ships in the area. We have a little time.”

We. No one besides his brothers had ever used that word. “You will help?”

She shot him a frustrated look. “Of course I’ll help. Bysshe paid me very well to get you off that planet. More than he promised me, in fact. I assume that’s because the job isn’t done yet. He knew you’d need the money. That is one sneaky android.”

He reared back, stung. “You think of this as a job?” This time, he didn’t just hit the deck plate. He punched his claws through it.

Her brows scrunched together, creasing her dark skin around her stormy eyes. Then the storm cleared and she shook her head softly. “Honestly? I have no idea what this is. You… this… this is as weird for me as it is for you.

I don’t normally sleep with my passengers. Hell, I don’t normally have passengers, period. But… she raised her arms. Black marks, smaller versions of the ones on his chest had appeared on her forearms. They started at her palms and wrapped around to cross over the top of her wrists.

“Whatever the fuck is happening, it appears we’re in it together.”

“What is that? What does it mean?” he asked.

Mercy laughed. “Fuck if I know. Humans don’t spontaneously manifest random markings. So whatever this is, I’m blaming you for it.”
Susan Hayes. Marked For Rage (Kindle Locations 479-517).

It’s a good thing Mercy has knowledge of how things work with the Galatic Legion although humans aren’t part of it. Her strategy is genius.

Rage and Mercy sizzle off the pages and hopefully the odds will be in their favor as they work to free Rage’s family.

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Susan lives on Vancouver Island, off the Canadian west coast where the waters are patrolled by orcas, and the sighting of snowflakes leads to citywide panic. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidentally swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.

If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.

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Shielding Tallulah – Special Forces: Operation Alpha; Delta Forces Generation Next Book 4 by Jen Talty

Shielding Tallulah
Special Forces: Operation Alpha; Delta Forces Generation Next Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


Sometimes love is right around the corner.
You just have to fight for it.

Pediatrician Talullah Rossi has dedicated her life to her practice. Her patients are her world. However, she’d like to have a family of her own one day, but her dating life lately reads like a who’s who of men not to become involved with.

That is until a blind date turns her world upside down.

Darren “Scout” Finch would love to settle down. All he needs to do is find the right woman. When his buddy’s wife, Gillian Romano offers to set him up with their twin’s doctor, he’s not about to say no. Sparks fly and Scout even though Scout is out of his league, he knows he might have found “the one”. Unfortunately, Talullah has a stalker, and this man isn’t going to stop until he either makes Talullah his.

Or she’s dead.

Well, Scout isn’t about to let that happen. Not on his watch.

When Trigger and Gillian take their twins for a check-up and shots, they also have another agenda. They want to set up a date with their pediatrician Tallulah Rossi and Darren ‘Scout’ Finch.

It takes a bit of convincing, but Tallulah agrees giving Trigger her number for Scout to call to arrange the date. By the time she’s said good-bye them and gotten rid of the persistent Kyle, whom she never should have gone on a date with, she has a missed call and message from Scout. She returns the call, and they agree to meet at Oscar’s a restaurant close to her office. She was hesitant at first because Kyle wanted her to meet him there for a drink and she told him she had plans.

For a Friday night, Oscar’s wasn’t too packed. He’d put his name in at the hostess station, and he was told it would be about a forty-minute wait. He glanced at his watch. He’d been sitting on this stool for at best, ten minutes.

The front door opened and in walked a little piece of heaven.

His heart dropped to his gut. He couldn’t take a deep breath. He pounded his chest and tried again. Nope.

Damn. Talullah was so much prettier in person. She had this funky haircut where it was longer in the front and shorter in the back. The color was hard to explain because it wasn’t just one shade, but maybe five different blends of blond and brunette swirled together with a hint of black tucked underneath.

And her eyes.

Holy shit.

He’d never seen anything so blue. They were deep and rich and he wanted to dive right in and swim around. He swallowed. Hard.

Setting his beverage on the bar, he pushed from the stool, but before he could get her attention, another man raced to her side like a dog in heat. Scout stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do.

He wasn’t typically a jealous man, but he found himself puffing out his chest.

She made eye contact, then smiled and waved. But it was a little awkward as the man continued to block her entrance into the bar area, while it appeared she tried to excuse herself.

Well, he wasn’t about to be cock-blocked on his first date. If they didn’t hit it off, then that would be a different story entirely. He asked the couple next to him to hold the two seats while he strolled across the room.

“Hey, Talullah,” he said.

“Scout. So sorry to have kept you waiting.” She squeezed his biceps, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Her warm lips lingered.

He inhaled sharply, enjoying the fresh watermelon scent of her shampoo.

“It’s so good to see you,” she said.

“You too.” That, he did not expect, but he wasn’t about to complain about a beautiful woman giving him a gentle peck. “Our table won’t be ready for about a half hour.”

“That’s okay. I need a drink after the day I’ve had anyway.” She looped her hand into his elbow, her body touching his with a bit more intimacy than one would expect from a blind date. She hung on to him, caressing his arm as if they’d been together for some time.

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” the man asked, giving him the once-over.

“I told you that I had plans,” Talullah said. “This is my date—”

“You never mentioned anything about a date,” the man said with some disdain. “May I speak to you alone?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Now is not a good time.” She glanced up at Scout and smiled.

All the oxygen in his lungs flew out of his mouth like a pigeon on a mission to return a message.

“It will only take a minute,” the man said. “It’s important. It’s about my daughter.”

She squeezed Scout’s arm tighter. “I’m not working. So, any medical questions, please call the office tomorrow and speak to the nurse. Unless it’s an emergency, which it’s not, but if it was, you should call 9-1-1.”

“Talullah,” the man said in a hushed voice. “It’s personal and I only trust you.”

“You can call and schedule an appointment in the morning,” Talullah said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. Scout and I are on a date. I’ll see you later.” Talullah practically dragged Scout toward the bar. “Is that where you’re sitting?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She chuckled. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling out the stool and waving down the bartender. “What’s your poison?”

“I’ll take a glass of their house Chardonnay.”

Scout ordered her drink along with an appetizer, since he hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast.

She glanced over her shoulder. When she turned, her jaw was tight and her brow furrowed. She lifted her hand and rested it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That had to have been awkward for you.”

“I take it he’s been bothering you?” He leaned closer, putting his arm around the back of her chair, hoping he wasn’t reading the situation wrong. If he was, he might get slapped.

“I went out on one date with him and I knew I shouldn’t. Long story short, he doesn’t take hints well, and I suck at being mean, though my sister would have been proud of me tonight between the way I handled him at the office and just now. That said, I worry about whatever might be going on with his kid. But if it were a major medical issue, I think his ex-wife would be calling me.”

Scout peered over her shoulder. The bar was a complete square in the middle of the room. Kyle sat kitty-corner to them at the far end with another gentleman. He appeared to be engrossed in a conversation, but every few seconds, he shifted his gaze, yet he always kept his focus lower, as if to avoid eye contact.

However, Scout knew when he was being watched.

“I don’t have kids, but I have a lot of friends who do and I know if they had any real concerns about them, they would address them immediately.”

“I think he’s using that because he told me he’d be here— asked me to meet him— and when he saw me, he thought maybe I changed my mind,” she said as she lifted her wineglass to her plump rosy lips. She took a long sip and sighed. “I’m so sorry. This is a shitty way to start an evening.”

“Is this why you told me we could go somewhere else if I preferred something that I didn’t go to on a regular basis?” Scout had suggested Oscar’s for many reasons, but one of them was because it was one of his favorite places.

She nodded. “I knew he’d be here, but I didn’t think he’d be so aggressive. Sorry, I went right in and acted like we’ve known each other for a while, but I thought it might drive the point home and get him to leave me alone.”

“You do know he’s staring at us.” Scout tucked her hair behind her ear. It was a bold move, but he told himself he had a part to play and he was going to enjoy every single minute. “I can think of one thing that might make him listen.”

She rested her hand on his thigh. “Yeah? What’s that?”

He took her chin with his thumb and his forefinger. He needed to remind himself that this was a game with the intention of making sure that Kyle let her be and it wasn’t about him making a move. “Do you promise not to get mad at me and hit me or worse?”

The corner of her mouth turned upward into a sexy smile. “Yes. However, kissing me might be over the top, childish, and slightly rude.”

“Do you want him to go away?”

Her tongue peeked out and stroked her bottom lip.

He swallowed a groan. He should not be having this much fun at another man’s expense. But from the sound of it, Kyle kind of deserved to be put in his place.

“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” He glided his hand to the back of her neck. “It’s your call, but for the record, I wouldn’t mind it.”

Her eyelids lowered. “Aren’t we supposed to get to know each other a little better before our first kiss?”

“Growing up I had a boat named Bass Awkward because if you take the B off bass and put it in front of Awkward you have ass backward and my dad always said I tended to do things that way.”

“That’s cute,” she whispered, leaning closer, her breath hot on his skin.

“Tell me to stop.”

She said nothing.
Jen Talty. Shielding Talullah (Kindle Locations 293-356). Jupiter Press.

They enjoyed their dinner and conversation with neither of them really wanting it to end. However, Scout persuades her to go on another date the next day before they leave the restaurant.

Unfortunately, Tallulah’s car has a flat tire, and when Scout doesn’t leave her, a car takes off from the parking lot with high beams on. Tallulah thinks it looks like Kyle’s car. Scout arranges for a tow, and they continue their evening with conversation about their homes which leads to his ex and how things were with that relationship.

Scout also decides to learn more about Kyle thorough his own connections, the flat tire after the confrontation in the restaurant was just too much of a coincidence.

Not only does Kyle become more of a problem, but also Scout’s ex Crystal puts her two cents in as well. Although Crystal is easier to get rid of.

Things escalate from here in an unusual way, Kyle uses his daughter to get to Tallulah, but also to get to his ex-wife. Let me say things get messy really fast.

I couldn’t put this book down, the chemistry between Tallulah and Scout is off the charts and they couldn’t be more perfect for each other.

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

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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.

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Feeling Brave – Blossom Ridge Book 4 By Becca Jameson

Feeling Brave
Blossom Ridge Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson



For three years I’ve been relying on Aldric.
After my parents died, he swooped in to take care of me.
It’s not fair to him. I know I’m holding him back.
I’m a ballerina, but only in private.
I’m also Little…but only in private.
My fantasy of Aldric being the Daddy I crave is just that, a fantasy.
What if I admit what I really want and I lose him?


With our age difference, I know we have an unconventional relationship.
There’s no place I’d rather be than with Juliet.
She’s my Little, even if she doesn’t realize it.
We live together. I take care of everything for her while she grieves.
If this is all I ever get with Juliet, I will take it.
She’s mine even though I’ve never told her.
I could take a risk and ask for more, but what if I lose her?

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We met Juliet and Aldric at the end of Building Trust, Aldric is giving dance lessons at Blossom Ridge and already it’s a huge success with the girls. Juliet accompanied him for that first lesson and was immediately drawn to the group as they were discussing the naughtiest things they do for attention. Aldric notices since she rarely goes out in public and for her to engage with these women was totally out of the norm.

He’s also encouraged, he’s a Daddy and for years he’s been taking care of Juliet. In his own mind he’s her Daddy yet he’s not. He moved in to help her after her parents died and he has no desire to leave her. He just doesn’t want to scare her away.

That evening after they’ve eaten dinner, they have an interesting discussion about what happened that day.

This is a favorite scene.

I met Aldric soon after we moved here. He was twenty-two. My parents hired him to teach classes. I thought he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with him when I was five. Most people would probably think that’s crazy, but since I’ve never told a soul…

During my childhood, Aldric came and went many times. He was a dancer, after all. He went to New York for a few years and later Los Angeles. But he always came back, and my heart always seized when he did.


I flinch as he interrupts my thoughts. “Did you know?” I clear my voice. “Did you know those women were, uh… Little?”

The moment the word comes out of my mouth, I wish I could take it back. I’ve revealed too much, and I know it immediately when his brows rise high. “I did. How do you know that term, honey?” His voice is gentle. His hand stiffens on my cheek.

My face heats. I shrug. “Internet.”

He narrows his gaze. “Research?”

“Or whatever. That’s not important.” I wave a hand between us and slide down from my stool on the opposite side. For once, I need some space. That’s rare. Usually, I prefer there be no space between us and I relish the times he’s this close to me.

I snag my plate and take it to the sink.

Aldric follows me, removes it from my hand, and sets it on the counter. “Juliet…”

I spin around, intent on fleeing this room and this conversation. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath.

“Juliet?” His voice is higher. “You’re just going to cuss and walk away?” He’s following me. Shit shit shit.

I hurry down the hall and into my bedroom. When I start to close the door, he sets his hand on it and prevents me from hiding.

“I’m tired, Aldric.”

“No, you’re not. You’re embarrassed. And I don’t want you to be. I want you to talk to me.”

I turn and head for my attached bath and step inside, hoping to at least put some space between us. I’m not going to be able to hide from him. It won’t do me any good to shut the door. It would be childish. But at least I can busy myself in front of the mirror.

So, I take the band out of my braid and proceed to unravel it, knowing I can stand here and brush through the length for a while to avoid facing him.

I’m more than aware of Aldric taking a seat on my bed. He’s not going away. I have mixed feelings about this new development. Usually, I like it when he’s close. He rarely comes into my bedroom. But tonight I’m beyond flustered.

After a few minutes, Aldric speaks again. “Talk to me, honey. I’m not leaving. We’re past overdue for a serious conversation.”

I put my brush down and turn toward him, leaning in the doorway. “We’re not. We’re fine. Can you please just forget you overheard me and drop this subject entirely?” It’s been a long time since I’ve been this unnerved.

I know it’s wrong of me to behave the way I do. On so many levels. I’m keeping Aldric from having a normal life while he continues to live here with me. It’s unconventional. I’m sure people talk about us or at least wonder about us. Hell, most people probably assume we’re a couple.


I wish.

I’m equally certain the idea has never crossed Aldric’s mind. He’s my… guardian. He sees himself as my caretaker. When my parents died, he moved into my home to take care of me.

It’s not his fault I’ve always fantasized I’m living a different life with him. It’s certainly not his fault I’m still secretly drooling over him at twenty-three and have spent years doing so. He doesn’t even know it.

I don’t know why he stays. I’m a disaster. Sure, he was meant to be my guardian. If I’d been a child, he would have raised me. But I wasn’t a child when they died. I was an adult. I should have been able to pull myself together after a few days or weeks and let him go.

I didn’t. On purpose. I’ve never pulled myself together. Not just because I don’t want Aldric to leave but also because I haven’t faced what happened to my parents. We both know it. We just don’t discuss it.

“No. We’re going to talk,” he insists. He looks around my room slowly. “You never let me update your bedroom. I’ve asked many times. Why?”

This change of subject surprises me, but then I glance around, following his gaze and groan. “I’ve told you. My mother decorated it. It’s got sentimental value. I don’t want to change it.”

This is true. Partly. My mother dreamed of this princess haven and my father made it happen. Pink frilly everything. Bedding, curtains, rugs. Even a vanity table with a pink ruffled skirt. There’s a ballerina lamp and a music box. My pillows are fluffy and pink.

Aldric clears his throat. “Why have you been researching age play, Juliet?”

“Why do you know about it?” I toss back, rather proud of myself.

“I’ve known I’m a Daddy since before you could read, honey. It’s in my blood. Answer my question.” He looks me dead in the eye while he tells me this, never wavering.

I gasp, mostly because I’m shocked. All this time…

We’re treading in uncharted territory here. I think I’m going to faint. I’ve always assumed Aldric took care of me the way he does because I work hard to make it seem like I’m incapable of doing so myself. I’ve always thought he stayed with me out of obligation to my parents.

I lick my lips. My mind is spinning in ten directions.

“Are you a Little, Juliet?” he asks.

I shrug, glancing down. I don’t know how to respond. Part of me is elated. I’ve been pretending he’s a Daddy for years. Pretending he’s my Daddy in fact.

He draws in a deep breath. “It makes sense. I should have known. I’ve even considered it many times, but I wasn’t sure.”

It’s not like there wasn’t a billboard. I’m as Little as they come. I’ve read every book and researched every possible site in existence. I’ve never encountered anyone who’s as Little as me. The only reason it hasn’t ever sent me into a full panic is because I’m aware I’m in good company. I’m not the only Little in the world. There are tons of women like me. Women who prefer to be nurtured and cared for. Women who don’t want to be adults.

What I didn’t know was that Blossom Ridge was a resort for age play. I didn’t realize until Aldric took me there today that everyone taking his class would be my age or older living in an age-play relationship. I was stunned and spent the entire class sitting in the corner of the room pretending to read while secretly soaking in the atmosphere.

My heart was racing the entire hour. It was supposed to be two hours, but during the break, the women in the class ended up in a heated discussion about who was the naughtiest. I was drawn to them like a magnet.

Aldric is right. It’s not like me to enter into a conversation with virtual strangers. I never do that. But the more they talked, the more I wanted to belong. To fit in with other people for the first time in my life. I felt safe. And I shared something incredibly personal. The fact that I dance when I’m alone and don’t tell Aldric.

It was out of context of course. He’s not my Daddy. But they didn’t know that. In fact, I’m sure they assumed he is my Daddy.

Also shocking was the way Aldric worked with them. He taught the modern dance class as if it were a room full of actual children. He spoke to them like a Daddy would. I sat stunned, pretending not to pay attention. Soaking it all in.

I swallow and meet Aldric’s gaze, crossing my arms to hug myself. I’m wearing a leotard, mostly because I’m often wearing a leotard. I was raised wearing them. I own dozens. They’re comfortable. Most days I either wear a pink leo with soft pink sweats over it or a simple tank top and spandex shorts.

I’m petite and well aware I have a dancer’s body. Lean and small. Unfortunately, I’m also a bit on the shorter end of most ballerinas. Unfortunately for my parents, that is. Not for me. I never wanted to be a ballerina.

I love dance. It’s in my blood. I’ve lived in a dancing world my entire life. I can feel the beat and the music all the way to my bones. That’s not the problem. What I hate is performing. I never had a taste for being on stage. I don’t like people to watch me. This is why I dance alone.

“How long have you known you were Little, honey?” Aldric asks gently.

I lower my gaze and drag my toe over the hardwood floor, stalling. “I don’t know. A while,” I murmur.

“Does it embarrass you?”

I jerk my gaze to his. “Of course it does.”

“Why? It shouldn’t. It’s a lifestyle preference, honey. No reason to be embarrassed. I should have confronted you sooner. I’m sorry.”
Becca Jameson. Feeling Brave (Kindle Locations 124-187). Becca Jameson Publishing.

While Juliet definitely wants Aldric to be her Daddy, she also knows he wants her to grow a bit more independent.

This book shows that slow steady growth as an individual as well as the relationship that has been sitting dormant for a very long time.

There’s laughter, tears and so much more within these pages, including some sizzle. I look forward to the next book in this series.

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

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Shadow in the Daylight – Shadow SEALs Book 14 By KaLyn Cooper

Shadow in the Daylight
Shadow SEALs Book 14
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


He was done with missions…
but Charley wasn’t done with him.

After he left the Navy, stripped of his SEAL Trident and his pride, Andrew did a quick covert job for Charley before parting ways. As the Security Officer aboard a cruise ship, he invited several SEAL friends to travel as his guests through the Panama Canal. He never imagined he’d need his highly trained skills for another of Charley’s missions in the middle of the cruise.

Kendra had worked her way up the male-dominated bridge crew, first in the U.S. Navy then for Monarch Cruise Lines, to Staff Captain, second in command of a huge cruise ship. Her crew was well trained and respectful…except for the too sexy, bossy Security Officer who reported directly to her. After succumbing to him, she discovers she enjoys their life together.

When all hell breaks loose, and Charley needs both of them for her next mission, will Kendra be able to keep him in her life with all the odds stacked against them?

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If you’ve been reading this series, you’ll know what happened with Andrew and the Navy before you read this one. Andrew Buchanan is now working as head of Security for Monarch Cruise lines. It’s a great job for him to begin transitioning to civilian life. This is the last cruise in his contract, and he’s invited a few SEAL friends to join him. He needs to do something for these men, and this is something special.

Kendra Benson was once Navy she worked her way up the ranks there and now is Staff Captain aboard this Monarch Cruise ship. Her next cruise will have her as Master Captain of her own ship.

There are a few interesting interactions before the cruise hits the approach to the Panama Canal but to be honest, I loved reading about the canal and going through the locks. It’s a dream of mine to do this.

Okay so as they are readying to go through to Gatún Lake there’s an explosion in the lock behind them. This is when all the excitement begins as Andrew rushes to the Bridge.

Before Andrew reached the bridge, there were several more blasts but since he was pounding his way down the hall, yelling at people to clear a path, he had no idea of the direction of the explosions.

At the top of the stairs Andrew stopped. Depending where people were standing on the bridge, someone might see him through the glass in the bridge door if he opened the staff stair door.

He cracked it a fraction of an inch, just enough to peek one eye.

Dammit. He couldn’t see anyone on the bridge. Not even a shadow.

Opening the door enough so he could slither through and plaster himself against the wall, he made sure the heavy-duty door closed with only a whisper. He bent and crab crawled under the window to the bridge so he could get a better angle. Peeping in, he saw that the two men who entered with the pilot had their guns pointed at Captain Phillips.

His men each had their tasers pointed at a Panamanian soldier.

Andrew needed to get in there and deescalate the tension on the bridge. He needed to enter in full view of his men, so he crawled back under the window and crossed to the other side of the ship. Opening the door without a sound, with the soldiers’ backs to him, he stepped in and immediately hand signaled to his men.

“Did any of you see that container ship blow up?”

The soldiers spun their heads and guns toward him. Both of his men pulled the trigger, sending the taser points directly into their targets. Within seconds the soldiers were writhing on the floor. In one large step, his guards grabbed the guns and had them pointed at the soldiers’ heads.

Andrew quickly took the pilot down to the floor, face first, his hands behind his back. He had zip ties around the man’s wrists then grabbed his ankles, lashing them together before moving to the jerking and drooling soldiers.

“Kendra, what the fuck happened here?” He knew she would give the most precise accounting.

“We were moving into our hold position when the first bomb went off. The percussive wave rocked the ship. The soldiers obviously didn’t have sea legs and stumbled. They must’ve thought we did it on purpose and pointed their guns at Captain Phillips. Your men immediately pulled their tasers and aimed them at the soldiers. The pilot spoke to the soldiers in Spanish, but I couldn’t understand them. I don’t believe Captain Phillips could either.” Kendra looked at each bridge officer. “Did any of you understand what they’d said?”

Everyone shook their heads.

The pilot rolled over onto his back and sat up. “As she said, they thought you had rocked the ship on purpose. They are very young, inexperienced soldiers who were awakened in the middle of the night and brought to the locks to protect us pilots. Neither of these two had ever even been on a ship.” He glanced at the soldiers before returning his gaze to Andrew. “What are you going to do with them?”

“Put them in the brig.” It was an answer to the pilot’s question as much as an order to his men.

He had a dozen questions for the pilot but waited until the soldiers were off the bridge. “What are your orders?”

“Same as always, coordinate with the fore and aft tugboats to get you into position in each lock, make sure they keep you straight from one lock to the next, then guide you into Lake Gatún so you can anchor close to the dam. We always anchor cruise ships over here because it’s close to the marina where you can dock your lifeboats and they can get the buses close.”

Andrew had done a lot of interrogating during his time as a SEAL. The man seemed to be telling the truth. Besides, they needed him. He knew the lake.

“Do you know if the locks received any threats in the last twenty-four hours?”

The pilot shook his head. “If they did, they wouldn’t tell me. I’m just a local pilot. I wondered if they weren’t overreacting, but it seems as though calling out the Army was necessary.” He held Andrew’s gaze. “Did you say the bombs were on that Chinese container ship?”

“All I know is that a plume of smoke came from the container ship.” He wondered how much he could say in front of the pilot. “Captain Phillips, Captain Benson, a word, please.” His gaze returned to the pilot. “Navigate us to the usual holding spot.”

Once again, the three of them went into the glass office.

“What aren’t you telling us?” Kendra asked as soon as the door closed.

“Shortly after the explosion, hundreds of armed Chinese soldiers threw ropes over the side of the ship and started shooting Panamanian soldiers and lock workers.” Andrew wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. “This is an act of war against the Panamanian government.”

He knew he’d better call Charley fast. Given how many cruise guests were taking videos of the explosion, and most likely posting them to every social media possible, she probably already knew. Andrew also knew what he wanted to do next.

“Sir, with your permission, I want to take one of the lifeboats and check if we can still get out on the Pacific side. I have no idea where the other explosions came from.”

“Sir, I’m going with him,” Kendra announced. “As master of this ship, you are responsible for all the souls aboard. As a former Navy officer, I’ll be of more help to Andrew. That way I can stay with the boat if he has to go overland to get a better look.”

“Excellent idea.” Captain Phillips glanced to his bridge. “I’m not sure what to do next.”

“Drop anchor. Act as if none of this ship’s plans have changed,” Kendra said with authority.

The three of them stepped back onto the bridge. “Prepare the lifeboats as though we’re going to take people ashore for their excursions. We’re going to pretend as though nothing is wrong,” Captain Phillips announced to the bridge crew.

“Sir, we can’t send people ashore until we know what’s happening back there.” Lieutenant Commander Adams stood in front of Captain Phillips with his hands on his hips.

“Lieutenant Commander, I do know what’s happening back at the locks. I am the one who is responsible for every person on this ship, and I do not take that obligation lightly.” He looked over at Andrew and Kendra. “That’s why Captain Benson and Commander Buchanan are the only ones leaving the ship in a lifeboat. But we want all our guests to believe that everything will be fine.”

“You’re going to lie to our guests?” Lieutenant Commander Adams huffed.

“Hell, yes.” Kendra got in his face. “The last thing we need is a ship full of people panicking, guests and staff. We want to keep them doing normal things.”

Captain Phillips picked up the ship wide intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Phillips coming to you from the bridge. It looks as though there was a little excitement at the locks but we’re not going to let that disturb our enjoyment of today. Everyone going on an excursion, please check your ticket at this time for the meeting place. While the crew gets the lifeboats ready to tender you to the marina to meet your buses for your excursions, I suggest that you enjoy an early lunch. Please meet at your designated time and place for your excursion. For those staying on board, it may be several hours before we are assigned our return time to go back through the locks. We’ll keep you informed.”

“Excellent job,” Andrew told his boss. “We’re going to go change while they lower our lifeboat.” And Andrew would make that call to Charley.
KaLyn Cooper. Shadow in the Daylight (Kindle Locations 1115-1173).

There is pretty much nonstop action from this point, from the bridge to the locks, to lifeboat recon, to an aircraft carrier, and back again.

I love Kendra and Andrew their relationship which is already sizzling grows stronger throughout this harrowing experience.

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

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KaLyn Cooper’s romances blend fact and fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense.

Twenty-two years as a military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination.

She, her husband, and Little Bear (Alaskan Malamute) live in Tennessee on a micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When she’s not writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.

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Aiden – The Mavericks Book 18 by Dale Mayer

What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks Book 18
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Aiden has high hopes for his own mission, but Las Vegas and a woman accused of killing her own husband wasn’t it. Then he finds out it’s a special request from a man he’s long respected and that the woman in question was his cousin. Even more confusing is the series of other murders that, according to the local law enforcement, are linked to her as well.

Toby’s life has been one long nightmare, and, just when a light shines in to save her, and she hopes she will survive this after all, the cops decide she’s the one who murdered her husband. Hardly … but, if she’d had the guts and the lack of concern for spending the rest of her life in jail for getting justice, then she’d have done it.

But, as it was, if they can’t figure out who and what is going on, she’ll be spending her life in prison regardless. And that would be a shame, considering she’d just met Aiden, one of the most interesting men to cross her path. Now if only he’d been here years ago, before her world went off the rails …

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Aiden Bronte has had a couple of relaxing days and was able to visit with family. Now it’s his turn to a job for the Mavericks. His partner for this will be Mountain Bear Rode, the difference between most Maverick cases is that Corbin has no intel to provide. Mountain has that and he wants Aiden to hear it from his cousin.

Mountain’s cousin Toby has been charged with the murder of her husband, Moscow and the police are trying to pin more murders on her. Toby’s relationship with Moscow goes back to high school and now, years later, he came back. Toby really wanted nothing to do with him and told him so. However, he knew how close she was to his mentally disabled sister, Michelle and used threats against her to coerce Toby into marrying him.

Aiden and Mountain’s job will be to prove her innocence. Something that’s not going to be easy with her already charged and the police not looking at anything else. A big problem is more bodies are showing up and they want to charge Toby with those too.

Aiden and Mountain immediately hire her a lawyer, and start their own investigation. One that leads them to Moscow’s apartment. There are many surprises in store there as Aiden almost gets caught.

The three of them go back and empty out all the important things and then make arrangements to meet with the detective Corbin found for them.

This is a favorite scene.

Aiden hopped up, grabbed his keys, looked over at Mountain and Toby, and asked, “Are you coming?”

“Hell yes.” She smiled. “You won’t keep me away from this one.”

Mountain nodded. “Absolutely. Never know when this will blow up, get even worse for Toby.”

“We’ve got to get Toby out of this murder rap, safe and sound, and have the charges dropped,” Aiden said, staring at Toby as he spoke. “But Mountain and I both know you won’t have a life, Toby, particularly here, if we don’t get the killer.” He looked at her and nodded. “Let’s go.”

Mountain took care of transferring the files and the gun into the vehicle.

Aiden wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked out with her, nuzzling her neck for the first time.

“Is that just for appearances?” she asked.

“In what way?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Ah, so you think somebody out here will be watching this?”

“I’ll always assume somebody’s watching you,” he confirmed, with a smile. “The trick is to not let anybody else know that you know that.”

She shook her head. “Everything is some sort of joke to you.”

“None of this is a joke.” He turned her face to look at him. “But I want people to know that you aren’t alone and that you do have friends, who will help to look after you.”

“And I appreciate that,” she replied. “It never occurred to me how alone anybody could feel, until something like this happens, and it’s like all the rats desert the ship.”

“That’s another reason why I was wondering if you were really dedicated to staying here,” he added, “because a whole wide world is out there. You wouldn’t have to be looking at those stares from everybody who may be wondering if you really did kill your husband.”

“God, they will be saying and thinking that, won’t they?”

“Probably for quite a while. At least until the court case, whenever we get this guy who is killing these people.”

“And yet my cousin has to leave soon.”

“Mountain has to leave as soon as he gets the call. But I’m not sure when that’ll be just yet, and we won’t have a whole lot of notice.” “And then you’ll leave too, won’t you?” An odd tone filled her voice. They were almost at the vehicle. With Mountain loading the boxes, Aiden turned her in his arms and said, “I’m here for as long as I’m needed.”

“And then you’ll leave,” she said, with a definitive nod. “Got it.”

He looked at her with a quirk of his lips and added, “Unless something keeps me here.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, gee, I wonder what that would be.”

“A friend,” he replied, tossing her another cheeky grin.

“Yeah. Like I have so many of those.”

“You have me,” he said. “You have your cousin.” She nodded. “And I can’t mistake that because you guys have been a godsend so far. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if we hadn’t found all that blackmail stuff.”

“None of it is for sure yet either, remember? And, if anybody is watching, let’s give them a real good snapshot moment.”

He drew her into his arms unprotestingly and kissed her gently at first, but her reaction surprised him. And when she suddenly threw her arms around his neck, he was caught by the surge of passion that overtook them both. When he finally pulled back, he was breathing hard. He stared down at her. “Jesus, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Oh, you mean, it’s just you who gets to play make believe?” she teased, batting her eyes at him. Appearing completely unconcerned, she walked over to the vehicle and got in the front passenger’s side.

He stared at her and shook his head. “If that was acting, you’re a hell of an actress.”

“I am,” she stated, with a broad smile.

At that, Mountain chuckled. “You guys, I keep telling you that you’re perfect together.”

“You never once told me that,” she protested.

“I’ve been telling him, but he has this thing about you’re a part of my family and that he’s on a mission so …”

“All he’s been doing is pushing you as being a great choice,” she told Aiden, then added an eye roll. “It’s a little bit hard to handle, actually.”

“Why?” Aiden asked. “I am a good choice. But what are we choosing me for?”

“She shouldn’t be alone anymore,” Mountain declared in a strong voice.

“Jeez, now don’t you get started on it,” she complained. “All my girlfriends at work have been telling me that I need to hook up with somebody. And they didn’t even know about my relationship with Moscow.”

“Well, you certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable telling them about him, would you?” Aiden asked.

“No,” she agreed, “yet he was always around. Somehow they were jealous that I could nab him. They just didn’t understand that there was no nabbing. I was already caught. All I was trying to do was get free of that damn hook.”

“Well, you’re free now.”

“And the trouble with that is,” she added in a gloomy voice, “that’s exactly why everybody thinks I killed him.”

Aiden climbed into the driver’s seat, while Mountain took the back seat. When they got to the detective’s address, Aiden looked up at it and said, “Well, here goes nothing.”
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Things start heating up in many ways from here. Aiden and Toby definitely have chemistry and that’s not going to be denied.

Plenty of intrigue, suspense, surprises, romance and some sizzle too.

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

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

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

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Her Selfless Warrior – Omega Sky Book 1 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Selfless Warrior
Omega Sky Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


Will they get their second chance at love,
before fate rips it away?

As a child, Kostya (Konstantin) Barona barely escaped Russia with his life when his father was dragged off by the secret police and he watched his mother brutally murdered. Now that he leads a Navy SEAL team, his whole life is based around rescuing those in need.

Lark Sorensen is an investigative journalist. There had never been an injustice that she didn’t want to scrutinize and throw a spotlight on so the world would know about the atrocities going on around them.

Months ago, Kostya and Lark worked together in Afghanistan to help save a mother and her two little girls, and now they’re meeting up again to do the same thing. But the fiery sparks everyone expected to fly seem to have sputtered out. But little do the couple know the passion that lies underneath.

Now as lives are on the line, can these two work together to get everyone out alive? Or will the injustices of the world finally drag them under?

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This book opens with a look at Kostya (Konstantin) Barona’s haunting past. It’s not something he thinks about often but is definitely something that has shaped him. Back to the present and we see him with his sister Irina and her children that starts him thinking.

Lark Sorensen is on the phone with her best friend Amy as she parks at the venue for Riya’s award ceremony. After hearing Amy is injured, she almost heads to Baltimore but is talked out of it by Amy promising to sleep. She also tries to reach her informant Candy again before entering, she’s starting to get worried about the lack of contact. You’ll remember Lark Sorensen was the one who refused to leave Afghanistan without Ebrahem’s wife Samira and their daughters Taja, and Nazy. Her mother is now spoiling those children and Samira as well. She finds out just how spoiled when she runs into Kostya before the award ceremony.

There’s an attraction there that can’t be denied, and Kostya does some pretty interesting maneuvering to have dinner with Lark. Unfortunately, before this start to a relationship can get any further, he’s called on a mission.

While Kostya’s away, Lark does more investigating into Candy’s whereabouts and doesn’t like what she finds out. Candy’s in the wind and she needs to find her. She gets her friend Amy to agree to go to the casino where Candy’s sister Dawn works on the weekend. Of course, that’s when Kostya returns wanting another date.

Thinks heat up for them at this point but it also brings up some bad memories for Lark. She is able to get past that and this book starts to smolder with the heat. He also puts his nose into Lark’s investigation and insists on calling in Ryker to join them all at the casino.

This is a favorite scene.

Ryker looked like the cat that caught the canary. Or was it the cat who stole the cream? Whatever the hell it was, Ryker looked pretty damned happy with himself. Amy was scowling at him, and her leg was swinging like a metronome as she sat at the bar facing the grinning sun-streaked blond man.

Lark liked the way that Kostya always shortened his stride so that she could keep up with him as she wore these killer heels. They looked great, but her feet were beginning to hurt.

“I think your friend is kind of pissed,” he whispered out of the side of his mouth.

“Looks that way,” she giggled. “This is kind of fun. I’m still going to use a cantaloupe scoop on Ryker’s balls if he tries anything with her.”

“You’re vicious,” Kostya said as they walked up to the two of them.

“Why is Lark vicious?” Ryker asked.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Kostya answered. “So, what did you find out?”

“Dawn has been a no-show at work since Thursday. She hasn’t called in and her shift manager hasn’t been able to reach her. She’s probably going to get fired.”

“That sounds bad,” Lark said biting her lip.

Kostya stroked his hand down her back, but even that didn’t soothe her. “What else did Andrea say? Or was that all you got?”

“Oh, ye of little faith. I didn’t ply her with two drinks and get just that,” Ryker scoffed.

Amy rolled her eyes.

“Andrea and Dawn don’t travel in the same social circles, so it’s not like they were close. According to Andrea, Dawn was a goody-two-shoes. That was an exact quote,” Ryker grinned. “Anyway, Dawn started asking for a lot of extra shifts about three weeks ago. That’s when Candy went missing, right?”

Lark nodded. “Andrea called a gal by the name of Rhianna to come meet us over at the Belvedere.”

“Where?” Kostya asked.

“That’s a bar at the Gaylord hotel,” Amy explained. “It’s close by.”

“That’s what took me so long, so now you can retract those claws of yours, Missy.” Ryker tapped the end of Amy’s nose.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She sniffed daintily and tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

Lark clapped her hands twice. “Children, keep on topic. What did Rhianna have to say?”

“Rhianna’s a sweetheart, and if she’s a good friend of Dawn’s, I’m betting Dawn is too. She didn’t mention Candy, but she did say that Dawn had family in town. To begin with, Dawn was really excited, but by the third day, she was shaky and asking for the extra shifts. When Rhianna asked what was going on, Dawn asked her if she knew of any places out of state that might pay under the table.”

“Did she?” Kostya asked.

Ryker nodded. He pulled out his phone. “Rhianna knew about a place in Florida that hired girls and they never looked closely at their paperwork and didn’t have any problem paying in cash. This isn’t a place we can just call.”

Lark looked at the establishment that Ryker had up on his phone and winced. She’d been to Florida, and these types of strip joints littered the sides of different interstates. She hated the idea of Candy having to quit her job at the bank and having to start a job as a stripper just because her sleaze of a husband got her mixed up in some shady shit.

“Thanks, Ryker, I really owe you.” She kissed his cheek. “I really owe all of you,” she said as she glanced at Amy and then at Kostya. “I guess I have a plane to Florida to catch.”

She heard Ryker’s laugh and turned away from Kostya to look at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Look back at my lieutenant,” he said pointing at Kostya.

She turned back to look up at Kostya. He had a fierce look on his face. She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to speak in a calm voice. I will use a respectful vocabulary.”

He was vibrating with some kind of strong emotion, but he couldn’t possibly be mad, because she wasn’t planning on doing anything dangerous. “You’re acting kind of odd, Kostya. But I know you can’t be upset like you were when I confronted Jay Jensen because now I’m just going to find Candy and Dawn.”

She spun around and glared at Ryker when she heard his choked laughter. “Fuck you, Ryker. What is so goddamned funny?”

“Nothing is funny,” Kostya damn near roared. He moved so that he was now between her and Ryker. “If you think I’m letting you go chase after Dawn and Candy down to Florida when they’re both scared enough to drop everything because they think a bogeyman is after them, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“They’re in hiding, it’s fine. I just need Candy to confirm my suspicions that it’s Schroeder who’s behind everything at Sanofi, and then I can start doing all of my due diligence and write my story. When I’m done, the Feds will come in and scoop them all up, and Candy and Dawn can come home. It’s easy.”

“Don’t you think that if Candy is going to this level of trouble to hide herself it should tell you just how bad it is?”

“Yeah, for her. But they don’t know about me,” Lark said reasonably.

“God save me from new recruits and neophytes! You are not going down there alone,” Kostya growled.

“This is my job, Kostya. You just got done telling me how much you admired my abilities.”

“Yeah, I did. Tell me something, Lark— how much money do you think Schroeder is making selling secrets?”

“If he’s doing it right, just the microprocessors and memory chip tech that they delivered to China from Rey-Con had to be in the tens of millions of dollars. And that’s just one of the hundreds of projects that Sanofi engineers are in on.” Lark shrugged.

“People are willing to kill a liquor store owner for fifty bucks,” Amy said. “Seems to me that for tens of millions of dollars, traitors at Sanofi would happily murder you and whoever else got in their way. You don’t need just Kostya, you need his whole damned team to go with you.”

Lark looked from Ryker to Amy and then back to Kostya.

I am so fucked.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Selfless Warrior, Omega Sky, Book One (Kindle Locations 2919-2969).

Kostya not only has Ryker helping but also his computer expert Gideon as they head to Florida to find Dawn and Candy.

Kostya and Lark’s relationship continues to build as does the suspense and intrigue surrounding her investigation.

I couldn’t put this book down and I am adding this new series to my TBR pile.

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Caitlyn O’Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.

Her Series Include:
It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

This is focused on a group of Navy Seals. What makes them special is their bond to one another, and the women they come to love.

This is the series that started her career, it is a Menage Series that takes place in Fate Harbor Washington. It focuses on a tight knit community who live and love and care for one another.

She loves to hear from her readers.

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Deep Within the Mind – The Superstition Series Book 3 by Teresa Reasor

Deep Within the Mind
The Superstition Series Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Teresa Reasor


Superstition, Kentucky harbors the largest supernatural population in the state. Mythical creatures and people with unusual abilities rub shoulders with average men and women in the small mountain town.

Vet Harper Montgomery has a secret. She’s a powerful psychic who hides behind her professional persona—until she has a vision of a child being abducted and rescues her.

When she starts experiencing more unusual visions and reports them, she captures a Superstition police detective’s interest.

Detective Miles Barrett is new to Superstition, Kentucky, and unaware of the hidden part of the population he serves, until he meets Harper. He doesn’t believe in her ability, but he’s searching for a monster who’s already killed four women while leaving behind almost no evidence, so he’s willing to give Harper a chance.

For the first time in her life, Harper is having more and more trouble controlling her gift, until she realizes she’s under attack by an evil too powerful to comprehend.

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This book grabs you right on the first page with Harper Montgomery waking with a vision. A vision that is happening now, not in the future. A child is in danger and she has to help.

When Detective Miles Barrett gets the call about a body, I had to chuckle, his cat Phoebe is a typical cat especially when disturbed. However, the body is intimately connected to the other cases they’ve been looking into.

When Harper manages to rescue the child and get her to the hospital, she’s not totally truthful with the detectives. She can’t tell them about her visions, the reactions she’s had in the past are proof of that.

When Miles goes to interview Harper further, their attraction is immediate and they both manage to suppress it. There could be nothing between them until this case closes anyway.

As the investigation goes forward the leads are few and far between, Miles intercepted a reporter who was hoping to figure out who helped the girl and stopped him from looking further into the vet clinic staff.

He also finds himself unable to put Harper out of his mind so when he goes for a run and spots her, he joins her run. They agree to also have breakfast together as they continue their run. That’s delayed when they come upon an injured swan.

This is a favorite scene.

Harper kept busy calming the swan, murmuring soothing nonsense and moving her hand over the area that seemed injured and infusing the calm she was striving for toward the bird. She retrieved her phone from her zipped pocket and dialed a familiar number. “Ben, do you know anyone who is an expert in birds, especially?”

“Yeah, I just happen to know someone.”

“Of course you do.” She chuckled. “I have an injured swan at the jogging park. She’s got a fish hook embedded in her wing and the line is wrapped around her body. I think she’s been like this for a couple of days.”

“I’ll call him. He can be there in twenty minutes. His name is Charlie Harris.”

“He lives here?”

“Yeah. He rescues birds and relocates them.”

“Tell him to hurry. I’ve got a crowd gathering here, and I may need some help.”

“Will do.”

As she shut out the call, Miles returned.

“Shove everything toward me. You’re large, and she might mistake you for a predator. Can you call Gabby to you?”

Miles rolled the bottle of water toward her first, then the wire cutters and pliers. The med kit came last. She removed some hand sanitizer from the medical kit, cleaned her hands and the pliers, then put gloves on. She soothed the bird with soft strokes, then eased back the feathers and studied the hook embedded in the wing and decided there was no easy way to remove it other than backing it out. It was embedded in the edge of the wing just below where it was attached to the bird’s body. She gripped the curve of the hook with the pliers and turned her wrist as she pulled with steady pressure. The barb of the hook hung on for a moment, then finally came loose. The swan made a loud, snorting sound and stretched her neck.

Harper froze, hoping the swan wasn’t going to attack. Her dark orange beak was only inches from Harper’s face but instead of attacking, the bird rested her head on Harper’s shoulder, as though relieved.

Drawing a long, relieved breath herself, Harper allowed the wound to bleed a moment before putting a piece of gauze over the injury and applying pressure while she studied the hook. It looked new, but if it had been baited and cast in the water, it could have bacteria on it.

She wasn’t a bird expert, but she hoped the poor thing wouldn’t develop an infection. To that end, she applied a liberal amount of antibiotic ointment to the injury and sent some healing heat toward the puncture wound.

Taking her time, her movements slow and easy, she started unwinding the fishing line from around the bird’s body a strand at a time. When it was too tangled to pull on, she cut the ends with scissors from the med kit, wound each around her hand until she reached the end, then found another. If she didn’t get it all, the bird might ingest some of it, creating an even more life-threatening scenario.

She was almost finished when the swan suddenly stretched, spreading both wings and flapping them, and in the process shed several pieces of the line herself.

Harper gave her one more thorough check, then smiled, relieved. “You’re going to be just fine.”

A tall, thin man wearing a baseball hat approached, but stayed ten or so feet away. “Hey, I’m Charlie.”

His demeanor was so calm, his stance so loose-jointed and nonthreatening, he almost seemed a shadow. “Hi, Charlie.”

“I have a cage ready, but I don’t think we’ll need it. I think you’ve done just about everything anyone can.”

“I’m concerned about infection.”

“How big is the injury?”

“Just a small puncture wound from a fishing hook.”

“There are antibiotics you can give, but the trauma of confining her until she takes a two-week supply will be worse. Cold weather is coming, she needs to migrate, and most of the flock is gone already. Being trapped here during the winter will be worse for her. She looks healthy. My call is it’s better to take the risk than keep her. If she stays and can’t migrate, she may imprint on us and that may put her in danger.” His gaze shifted to the crowd of people surrounding them.

The swan made up their minds for them by rising. She gave a honking call, then took a running start down the bank, flapped her wings, and flew. The crowd behind them clapped.

Harper stood to watch her. The bird circled twice, then landed on the water, immediately took several drinks, and then preened.

The crowd began to disperse, and she heard several complimentary comments from people as they passed. She spotted Miles standing with Gabby and sent him a relieved smile. He approached her with the dog.

Harper introduced Miles to Charlie, then said, “I appreciate you coming as backup, Charlie.”

“That’s what I do. Not that you needed me.”

“You never told me you were a swan whisperer,” Miles commented.

“I didn’t realize I was. I think she was just so exhausted from fighting the fishing line that she knew she needed help.”

“When she laid her head on your shoulder, I couldn’t believe it. I got some pictures.” He pulled it up on his phone and handed it to her. “I’ll send it to you so you can have a copy and maybe print it.”

Harper studied the picture. He’d zoomed in on her face with the swan’s head on her shoulder. It was a beautiful picture of mutual trust.

“Can I see it?” Charlie asked. He took the phone and looked at the pictures. “That’s truly the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen. That and the fact you didn’t have to secure her in something or strap her.” He handed Miles the phone. “You must have a special gift with animals.”

His comment was light but his eyes focused on her with more interest. Knowing Ben, Charlie was likely one of his special people, and he was wondering if she was too. “Sometimes I’m able to earn their trust. But the fishing line held her in place for me,” Harper said.

“She’ll remember you when you come back to the park. Swans have good memories.”

“That would be nice, but I hope she stays healthy, and after a couple of day’s recovery flies south with the rest of the flock.”

“They’re called a bank when they’re on the ground and a wedge when they’re in flight. I live close by. I’ll swing by tomorrow and check on her for you, if you like,” Charlie said. “I’ll call if she has an issue.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ll be at work at the Superstition Vet Clinic.”
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I was pretty impressed with Harper’s skills, swans aren’t known as very friendly birds, but then her gift is helpful there. She’s really hoping her involvement with Miles’ investigation is done, she doesn’t want to tell the detectives about her visions. Unfortunately, that’s not to be and Miles’ reaction is just what she’d expected.

From the start there has been chemistry between Miles and Harper and as the story continues this goes from a simmer to sizzle. The investigation also book just ramps up and there are several twists to keep you guessing right to the end.

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

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Teresa J. Reasor

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

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

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