Treasure Witch – Torrent Witches Cosy Mysteries Book 2 by Tess Lake

Treasure Witch
Torrent Witches Cozy Mysteries Book 2
Tess Lake


Harlow Torrent, part-time journalist and full-time Slip Witch is pulled into a murder mystery when the skeletons of a man and a girl are uncovered on Truer Island. Seeing visions of the past that are all too real and ghosts who are becoming more solid by the day, Harlow is trying to keep her online newspaper running, dealing with her meddling witch family and working out what to do about the very handsome Jack Bishop being back in town. But Harlow might be out of her depth when the murderer sets their sights on her!

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I bought this series in the complete box set. I am reviewing individually as I read.

I do recommend that you read this series in order as this book continues where the last one left off.

If you recall Harlow had been frozen after defeating a murdering magical creature, it’s now six weeks later and she’s finally awakened. She’s also avoiding Jack. She had promised him a date if he was still around after the Butter festival but being frozen meant her family lied and said she was vacationing in France.

Harlow Torrent and Carter Wilkins are in a wild ride as this book opens. Marika Henderstrom CEO of Gold Mud International is driving the golf cart they’re in at speeds that should never be reached in the vehicle. The end of that ride contains a news worthy find. The backhoe operator stops and, in the ditch, clearly visible, are two skeletons. Nothing like that kind of reveal with two journalists present.

Sheriff Hardy is called and after he gets everyone’s statement things gets shut down. Harlow’s hoping to decompress with her cousins Molly and Luce at the Traveler’s but their new complicated, somewhat dangerous, Italian spouting coffee maker, has attracted a new volume of business. They are now thinking of switching from souvenirs to a coffee shop. Luce wants to wait but Molly wants to forge ahead, a new point of contention with them. They also have boyfriends, Will the landscaper and Ollie the librarian. They’re all heading to lunch when Harlow sees a little girl’s ghost, she’s sure it’s the ghost of the child skeleton found earlier and already knows she’s going to help and tells the ghost where to find her.

Aunt Cass offers little in the way of help with the girl they are calling Holly since she can’t remember her actual name.

The renovation to turn part of Torrent Mansion into a Bed and Breakfast is still in progress but enough has completed for the first guests. There’s so much that is happening in this book with the next thing a bit explosive as Aunt’s Cass’s stock of illegal fireworks starts exploding at the end of dinner with those first guests. Stopping the fire that caused it with Cass opens Harlow up to a scary side effect.

Harlow still hasn’t addressed the issue of Jack. His brother is opening an office downstairs from hers so she knows she can’t avoid him forever but she’s going stay away as long as she can. After another interview with the sheriff, Harlow spends a few minutes in a witchy happy spot on a corner. This is when she decides to go to her office and face whatever comes.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

After a while, the joy and happiness collected in that one spot worked on me. I had a spring in my step and I was feeling better. I was even ready to face Jonas if it came to it.

I walked back to the office and went upstairs but didn’t run into Jonas. I did hear him in his office talking on the phone.

I barely glanced at the charred circle on the floor. The crazy desire that produced it seemed to be a million miles away. I could hardly believe it was me who had done it. Although it was getting close to lunch I sat down at my computer and started writing in an attempt to get through some of my backlog. Just like the drive to work, the habitual nature of it calmed me and soon I was engrossed in an article about the foreshore restoration project and the tree plantings they were using to stop further erosion. Exciting stuff, I know. One of the things I love about being a writer is that I can get really interested and excited about practically anything. I hit the Internet for more information about soil erosion and how to recover from it and was deep in the world of plants and dirt and using nature to recover from the destruction that humankind wrought on the landscape when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called out without looking up.

“So, the girl who stood me up for a baguette.”

The world of soil erosion and plants suddenly evaporated, leaving me sitting in my office with Jack Bishop leaning against the door frame. He was as handsome as ever. Those eyes, my gosh. That stubble. That slightly shaggy look. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and a pair of bone-colored shorts. Without being able to stop myself my gaze traveled down him. Those eyes, lips, strong arms and hands, the shape of his body, his legs…

“Would you like me to turn around so you can view the back?” Jack asked and crossed his arms.

I’d seen him three weeks ago helping his half-brother move furniture and then I had fled down the fire escape (like a strong independent woman who knows what she wants). I’d known I would probably come face to face with him again. I had hoped it would be at a moment when I was effortlessly beautiful and I would have some witty rejoinder ready to float off my lips.

Was it too much to hope that we would meet at some spectacular charity gala event and I would be wearing an amazing amazing evening gown and he would arrive in a suit, looking like a secret agent? He would say something charming, I would give him a witty reply and we would engage in some kind of verbal cat-and-mouse game even as we stepped closer together…

It hadn’t really occurred to me that I might see him in the doorway of my office as I sat hunched over a computer, my hair tied up in a messy ponytail, feeling a bit sweaty because I hadn’t realized that the room had heated up.

I summoned up all of my linguistic powers honed by years of writing and made a sound that probably could be translated as urk. My face turned red one nanosecond after that.

“Oh, you’re blushing. Probably because you remembered that we had a date planned and then you stood me up because you suddenly went to France. No need to feel embarrassed. Come with me to the Festival of Lights down at the park tonight and we’ll forget all about it.”

The Festival of Lights was a fundraiser to help the Harlot Bay Hospital upgrade some of its equipment and expand the number of beds. There was going to be live music, food stands and parade of glowing papier-mâché animals and fish lit up from within. It had started last year – one of the mayor’s ideas again – and this was its second year. Last year it had raised nearly fourteen thousand dollars from ticket sales and donations and was a stunning success. This year it was about three times as big, and it seemed almost everyone around town was participating. I was already going as part of my job as being a reporter and also being a good citizen. The moms were going to be there also, donating sales from their baked goods to the cause.

“I’m already going,” I said.

That was the witty comment I’d spent so long working on? The snarky, possibly flirty line that I had for him? Oh my Goddess, I was going to die.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you there at seven thirty. We’ll eat a hot dog, drink a beer, see some glowing fish. You can tell me all about France. Unless of course you’re flying off to some other European country sometime this afternoon that you’ve forgotten about?”

I shook my head. Jack smiled that roguish smile at me and in an instant he was gone.

And yes, for the record, he did look amazing from behind in those shorts.

As soon as he was gone I let out the breath I seemed to be holding. It felt like my office had jumped in temperature in the last two minutes.
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The Festival of Lights was quite the event and Jack and Harlow’s date was interrupted by an attack on Carter and the bald man who stepped on her as he rushed by them a bit earlier.

I love the way Harlow gets bits and piece of information from all different sources as she helps the sheriff unofficially solve the crime. I also get a kick out of her cat Adams, who sneaks in information even as he complains he’s starving.

Intrigue, spats, laughter, tears and romance as well pour from these pages as the crime is solved.

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Silenced in the Sunflowers – Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 19 by Dale Mayer

Silenced in the Sunflowers
Lovely Lethal Gardens Book 19
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Hearts start to heal. …
Friendships start to grow, …
just not for everyone!

Doreen knows her relationship with the police captain has always been on thin ground. She has helped them solve a lot of cases, but she’s quadrupled their work and constantly gets in their way. So no one is more surprised than Doreen when the captain stops by and asks for a personal favor, concerning a cold case from his own childhood.

Slowly recovering from his injury, Corporal Mack Moreau learns that the captain has stopped by Doreen’s house, asking for a moment of her time. Curious, Mack’s even more stunned to hear the details about his captain’s visit. Mack wants to help, but investigating a case from forty years ago doesn’t leave much behind to go on.

Doreen knows that failing to solve a case has to happen sometime. But she’d do a lot to not have that happen here, not when the captain had personally asked for her help. So, with her critters in tow, Doreen is off and running, … leaving Mack watching—and worrying—in her wake.

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Mack is healing and ready back to work on light duty, his brother Nick is still working on Doreen’s divorce, and they’ve all been hanging out together. They’re talking about how Thaddeous, Goliath and Mugs all defend her when Mack’s captain shows up.

With all the cases Doreen has solved she’s caused the department a lot of extra work, but you really can’t ignore her success rate. The captain has a request to make of Doreen, it’s personal to him. His cousin was murdered, and he was injured decades ago, and it’s never been solved. He doesn’t know if Doreen can solve it, but he’s going to give her the chance.

Before she gets started on that cold case, she goes paddleboarding with Mack, his brother and of course the animals.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

She burst out laughing. “See? You guys have a great sense of humor.”

“Why can’t I find any women like that?” Nick asked his brother.

“You’re looking in the wrong place maybe?” he suggested.

“Maybe they’re not looking for you,” Doreen suggested.

“It’s not really as if I’m looking either. It’s just, you know, it’s people that I kind of cross.”

Mack tsked-tsked and called out, “Children, children, play nice.”

The two of them settled down until they got to the beach. She stared out at the open water. “See? It looks beautiful.” She pointed to other paddleboarders. “And they look incredibly graceful, like they’re one with the water. It’s just such an awesome thing to see, but, when I’m out there, that’s a different story.”

Nick frowned at her. “Do you really think your paddleboarding is that bad?”

“I can’t hold my balance,” she explained. “It just reminds me of all the things that I can’t do, and this became yet another told you so.”

“It’s not that you can’t do it,” Mack corrected. “You just need to practice.”

“Easy for you to say.” She glared at him. “That’s because you do it effortlessly. Now the trick will be whether your brother can do it quite the same.”

Nick shrugged. “I used to paddleboard all the time,” he noted apologetically. “So I’m really not expecting it to be hard.”

Immediately her shoulders slumped. “Darn. … I was hoping you’d be as bad as I am.”

He grinned at her. “Come on. Buck up,” Nick replied. “Just think. It can’t be as bad this time.”

“Yeah? You know what? I’ve heard that a time or two,” she noted in dark tones. “I think people lie.”

But gamely she grabbed her board, and, with the animals in tow, she walked down to the water’s edge. As soon as Goliath realized where they were going, he immediately turned on her and walked back up to the grass. “Even Goliath has deserted me,” she announced.

Mack laughed. “What about the other two?”

“Well, they don’t want to swim with me,” she noted, “so they’ll have to go with you.’

He called Mugs over. Mugs immediately hopped onto the board, walked to the far end, and lay down. He was no lightweight, so the board tipped ever-so-slightly.

At that, Nick looked at her and asked, “The animals go out on the boards?”

“They do with Mack because they trust that they won’t end up in the water.”

Nick burst out laughing again, and the grin stayed on his face, as he hopped onto his board, and, from a standing position, pushed himself off the shore.

She stared at him. “You can do that?”

He looked at her. “Do what?”

“Start from here on the beach instead of starting out there from the water.”

“Well, it can be hard to get on out there.” Nick turned toward his brother. “Didn’t you think so, Mack?”

“Maybe.” Mack faced Doreen, who looked out at the water. “Why don’t you try it?”

“Is there a reason why you didn’t give me that suggestion earlier?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, there is.”

“And what’s that?”

He explained, “Because, when you fall closer to the shore, your chances of feeling the fall are much greater than if you fall while you’re farther out where the water can cushion you. If you land here, you’ll hit this rocky shoreline.”

She frowned, stared at the rocks, and then replied, “Good enough.” And, with that, she knelt on the board and proceeded to paddle her way out into the water.

When Thaddeus— sitting on her shoulder— realized she was now on the water, he squawked, “Help! Help! Help!”

She straightened up, still kneeling, and looked at him. “Really? Really?” she cried out. “That’s not fair.”

She heard the two brothers laughing, and very quickly Mack came up beside her and held out an arm.

Thaddeus, looking as if jumping on a life raft, hopped onto Mack’s arm and then walked up to his shoulder. As he landed there, he spread his wings, fluffed them, and announced, “Thaddeus is here. Thaddeus is here.” As if he were some reigning champion.

She glared at him. “Loser.”

Immediately Thaddeus cocked his head, looked at her, and repeated, “Loser. Loser. Loser.” And the men burst out laughing.

Glaring at the bird, Doreen slowly managed to stand on her board, using her arms to help balance her. And, this time, Nick stayed close by and gave her some tips. She looked over at him and asked, “Has Mack done very much of this?”

Nick shrugged. “Not as much as I have. My friends were all into this when I was growing up.”

She nodded. “And is this like the bicycle thing? Once you learn how to do it, you will always remember?”

“I think after a few times, yes,” Nick confirmed. “Something about the whole balancing act makes it the hardest. Once you get a handle of how to stand and how to hold yourself,” he explained, “I think you’ll find it much easier.”

“Maybe,” she muttered.

As they moved on ever-so-slowly, she did find it a lot easier.

About thirty minutes later, when she was still standing and hadn’t wiped out, she turned to Mack and said, “It’s much better today.”

He nodded. “But watch out for that wave coming up.”

As she turned back to look, she lost her balance, and down she went. As soon as she broke the surface, she glared at him. “You know that I’d have been fine, if you hadn’t said that.”

He just smiled at her, but Thaddeus was laughing at her in his big raucous cackle.

“You better stop that,” she warned the bird. “Otherwise no treats for you.”

And surely it was coincidence, but he immediately shut up and looked at her, with a side glance. She sighed.

“That bird understands words way too much,” Mack noted.

“He really does, doesn’t he?” Nick asked in astonishment. “It’s freakishly amazing.”

“I think he does,” she agreed. “Just not enough to always be nice about it.”

Mack chuckled. “And I shouldn’t laugh at you. You’ve been doing fantastic.”

She snorted. “Sure, as long as you didn’t want to get anywhere today.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mack noted. “I’m just out here, spending time with my brother.”

“And me,” she added immediately.

He smiled at her gently. “That goes without saying.”
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With her usual flare Doreen, slowly back tracks the case to start with the key players and move on from there.

As always there’s a bit of help from her Nan and grumbling from Mack.

It never ceases to amaze me how Doreen extracts information.

Plenty of intrigue as the threads of this case unravel, and Mack and Doreen’s relationship moves a little further along.

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

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

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

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

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Butter Witch – Torrent Witches Cozy Mysteries Book 1 – By Tess Lake

Butter Witch
Torrent Witches Cozy Mysteries Book 1
Tess Lake


The International Butter Festival has come to town! When Harlow Torrent, part-time journalist and full-time Slip witch stumbles upon a dead body, frozen and drained of blood, she’s pulled into a murder mystery.

Someone has murdered one of the Butter Festival competitors. Was it Zero Bend, punk sculptor extraordinaire with a history of violence? Perhaps Fusion Swan, a sleazy agent playing the publicity game when his clients meet their untimely end.

Between trying to run her struggling online newspaper, dealing with her highly caffeinated cousins Molly and Luce, fending off three meddling witch mothers who will do anything to get their daughters married off (including drugging food with magic potions) and great Aunt Cass who appears to be running an underground laboratory of some kind, Harlow barely has time to breathe, let alone solve a murder.

Romance certainly isn’t on the cards either but the hot scruffy guy new to town seems to have other ideas…

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Harlot Bay is a small seaside tourist town. It has a lot of magical quirkiness and of course a family or two of witches.

The Torrent family lives in a falling down mansion, there are only two parts of it that are livable although there is some hope of restoring the rest at some point.

Harlow is a one of the family and a slip witch, she runs a website of news, trivia and well anything she can think of. She even has an office thanks to the city council offering free rent to new businesses. She also does therapy for a ghost named John, trying to figure out why he’s still here so maybe he can move on. Her cousins Molly and Luce have a souvenir shop called Travelers and her mother and aunts run a bakery The Big Pie and their Aunt Cass, well she does lots of things not all of them legal. Then there’s Harlow’s cat Adam who talks and sleeps in ovens.

As with a lot of families, their mothers all want them to get married and give them grandchildren, so any socializing has to be done on the sly. However, they don’t exactly have boyfriends or even prospects yet. Dinner is an amusing time of bickering and accusations. You know the fun stuff.

The real fun begins when Harlow discovers a dead body while taking photos of the massive amount of butter for the upcoming International Butter Carving Festival. There are few clues, and the Sheriff needs help but can’t actually ask for it. The deceased, Holt Everand is one of the contestants so there’s no lack of suspects. Just for a little more drama there’s also graffiti all over town of the top contender’s name, Zero Bend. There’s also quite a bit of contention between Harlow and the owner of the Harlot Bay Times, Carter

Of course, there would have to be questioning of many people and in a small town you know the journalists would be on top of all of it. The sheriff really has his hands full with Carter though. Harlow just goes with the flow.

This is a favorite scene.

“Mr. Swan, the Harlot Bay Times would like an exclusive interview with you,” Carter said.

“Exclusive? I’ll tell you what: I’ll send both of you fine journalists a press release and see how you report on it tomorrow. Whoever does the best job will receive the exclusive interview. Fair?”

I mumbled something that could have possibly been yes. My reporter side was telling me to get that interview for the story. My witch side was bugs-crawling-on-my-skin itchy and didn’t want to spend any more time with this guy at all.

Carter turned to Sheriff Hardy.

“Do you have any clues as to the identity of the vandal?”

“We’re looking into it. Due to the popularity of the festival, we have a lot of tourists in town, and we are aware this has occurred at other locations Mr. Bend has traveled. As Mr. Swan said, there may be some excited fans out there. We’re going to find the culprit and anyone who directed their actions and pursue them with the full force of the law. Let’s just hope no one is stupid enough to do it again.”

The way Sheriff Hardy said it, I knew he didn’t believe for one second that it was some random groupie or crazy fan. And that last bit? A clear warning to Fusion Swan.

Sheriff Hardy pointed at me.


Oh, what questions did I have? Um . . . none, really. I’d found the body, and so I had known most of what he’d said already. I reached into my bag and pulled out the memory stick with the photos on it. I slid it across the table.

“Here are the photos I took this morning before I found Mr. Everand,” I said.

“I want a copy of those!” Carter said quickly.

“These are crime scene photos and I’ll decide if we release them, if at all.”

“It’s not fair! She’s going to report on this murder, and she has the crime scene photos and I don’t?”

I turned to Carter, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? I was there, that’s why I have the photos. And I’ll tell you this: there’s nothing in them. It’s all just butter, piles and piles of butter.”

I left out my final photo of the gaping black hole in reality where Holt Everand had been.

“It’s bias and I won’t stand for it,” Carter sniped.

Sheriff Hardy sighed and rubbed his face. Last year Carter had written an article that strongly hinted at some sort of corruption “high up” in the Harlot Bay police force. The evidence to base this vague attack on? An “unnamed source” within the department had advised that local businesses provided generous benefits to the police. Big Pie Bakery was named as one of these businesses, and when my mother and aunts marched down to Carter’s office, he accused them of giving the police seven donuts when they only ordered six.

Yup, corruption from up on high.

I’ll say this for Carter: he has some guts to face down three angry witches.

The craziest thing that happened after that was while the aforementioned three angry witches were cooking up a revenge plot, Aunt Cass told them to stop being babies and said that any publicity was good publicity. She pretty much banned them from fighting back, and she was probably right. Sales at the bakery increased after that.

“I will look at the photographs, and if they do not contain anything we wish to keep to ourselves for the moment, I will have Mary send you a copy. I suspect you will have to ask Harlow’s permission to publish them, however, as she is the one who owns the copyright.”

“I do not give my permission to publish,” I said to Carter sweetly.

“Bias,” he muttered to himself. Sheriff Hardy stood up.
The meeting was over.

“Unless there is anything else, I need to get back to work. Mr. Swan, if you could arrange with your client to come down here, I would appreciate it. Harlow, may I talk with you a moment about a different matter?”

“Looking forward to those articles,” Fusion said, pointing at me and Carter before leaving.

Carter stopped in the doorway. “I’m not going to put up with bias,” he declared before marching away, his eyebrows twitching like crazy.

Sheriff Hardy waited until they were gone before sitting down again. He reached over and turned off my recorder.

“This is not for print. Holt was drained of blood, and I mean almost completely. He had some other kind of liquid in his veins, which we’ve yet to identify.”

“He was sitting in a frozen puddle of blood.”

“A little bit of blood goes a long way. The rest of it was gone. Take a look at this.”

Sheriff Hardy opened the folder he’d brought in and slid a photo across to me. It was the back of Holt Everand’s neck, the photo taken on the autopsy room table. He had a huge bruise in the shape of a handprint across his neck. You could clearly see the finger marks.

“What do you make of that?”

I examined the photo for a moment but didn’t get more out of it than I’d already seen.

“That’s a bruise in the shape of a hand.”

“A bruise is blood that has been drawn to the surface of the skin. Do you know . . . anything . . . that might cause such an injury?”

Sheriff Hardy looked at me, and I suddenly understood he was talking about witch-related matters. There are rumors aplenty about our family, and the way our decrepit mansion looms over the town certainly doesn’t help, nor do the various shenanigans/possible crimes Aunt Cass has pulled over the years. Sheriff Hardy’s family has lived in Harlot Bay as long as ours has, and he knows all the stories. He also knows that sometimes our family can help when traditional methods of investigation have failed. I’m not sure of all the details, but I know Aunt Cass has helped him out in exchange for him overlooking certain events the police might otherwise be interested in (such as her illegal fireworks business she was running for a while and sometimes starts up again when she feels like it).

It’s one of those “he knows, we know, he knows we know, we know he knows” situations. He’ll never come right out and say it, so this is where we end up: an online journalist being asked questions outside her official circle of knowledge.

“I . . . may be able to find out something about that. I’ll check with some of my sources,” I told him.

He nodded and slipped the photo back into the folder.

“Thanks, Harlow.
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There’s also a tourist type that comes looking for Harlow, Jack Bishop. They don’t get much information out of him, but he appears to be interested in Harlow.

We get to meet Holly and Luce’s boyfriend interests in this one, Ollie the librarian and Will the landscaper in a dinner set up by the mothers. Even Jack the tourist gets pulled in on that one. An interesting twist is that Harlow invites the Sheriff to be a buffer.

There’s much fun, laughter, suspense and lots of surprises too!

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How about some Witches! Witch for Hire – A Witch’s Path Book 1 by N.E. Conneely

Witch for Hire
A Witch’s Path Book 1
N.E. Conneely


Most witches don’t work for police departments, but Michelle isn’t your average witch. She’s clanless, looking for a warlock who isn’t offended by her lack of family connections, and in danger of losing her job if she can’t find the escaped trolls before they start eating the local residents.

Trolls, angry police, and misbehaving spells are the least of her problems. Statues attacking homeowners might be problematic for your average witch, but to Michelle it’s another day at the office. Her real concern is the wizard suddenly interested in dating her and an old elf set on pestering her. When her happy family is rocked by a long kept secret her stable life falls apart faster than she can pick up the pieces.

And she still hasn’t found those trolls.

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This book opens with Michelle being called to the mayor’s house to contain a couple of new magical creatures disturbing the peace. The Hedge witch Jerry was injured trying to contain these Chihuahuas with wings and magic. It’s the middle of the night and it’s going to cost them double for this.

Michelle is a pure blood witch who works a lot of hours as a consultant for the police. She handles magical things their Hedge witch humans can’t. If it’s something she can’t handle, then they call in clan witches. Clan witches work together and as such are more powerful, but also much more expensive.

Michelle lives in a boarding house. She has a lovely little suite on the first floor since she is a full-time resident. The gardens outside her room are lovely and perfect to connect with nature and for her rituals. She’s going to meditate to relax when she first meets Elron, an Elf who is going to annoy her no matter what.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Realizing I would reach a more informed decision after the interview, I stood up and let my eyes soak in one last view of the garden for the evening. Behind me a door clicked open, quickly clicking shut again. I pivoted to see who it was, pleasantly surprised to see a young woman with wavy brown hair swirling just below her shoulders. She had an athletic build and lovely curves. Walking, she studied the path in front of her feet. A fraction of a second before she would have hit me, I grabbed her shoulders.

“Slow down.”

The woman jerked backward, gasping.

“No reason to fear, darling. I’m just keeping you from colliding with me.” Her eyes were the most striking green, accenting her small nose, perfectly sized mouth, and curving brows.

She stumbled back, fumbling for words. “My apologies. I didn’t realize anyone else was here.” She rubbed her hands down her hips and thighs. “I’m Michelle. Are you just here for a few days or are you leasing?”

“Don’t worry. You didn’t do any harm. I only plan to be here a few days.” I smiled at her.

“If you will excuse me, mister…?”

I didn’t answer. “I would like to go to the altar.” She pointed behind me.

“You’re the witch?” I wanted to know who had influenced this piece of the earth.

“Yes.” She sounded tentative.

“What clan are you from?” Witch clans were funny. Some of them were very open and friendly to other races. Others were more traditional.

“It’s not important.” Michelle started to edge around me.

“It was just a simple question. What clan are you from?” Most witches loved to brag about their clans.

“What’s your name? It’s just a simple question.” She glared at me as she asked.

“You may call me Elron. Now you can answer my question.” I was amused; few questioned me this way.

She stiffened. “I don’t have a clan.”

Michelle tried to dodge past me, and I let her slide by. “How did you come to be without a clan?”

“That, Elron, is none of your business.” She turned her back to me and settled in front of the altar.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” I called out behind me as I returned to the lodge. Reaching my room, I realized I was whistling. I didn’t know the last time I had whistled.
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While Elron is more of a distraction than anything else, Michelle has things to do. The biggest becomes finding trolls that escaped from their preserve.

Something or someone is hiding them, and they are dangerous. With one murdered human, a dead troll, and a deputy chief police officer threatening her business. Michelle partners up with her friend Jones to find answers.

I love the way things are slowly revealed in this book, from the personal to the professional it kept me guessing until the end. I am looking forward to reading the rest of this series.

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N.E. Conneely lives in northern Georgia with her dog and a mountain of books. They sweat through the summer and freeze through the winter, and life as they know it comes to an end when so much as a single snowflake falls out of the sky.

For fun, N.E. plays with her dog, reads, knits, crochets, paints, and does tie-dyeing and origami. She makes a great pizza and is currently negotiating with her husband about sea monkeys and growing a vegetable garden.

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Flame – Men of Inked: Heatwave Book 1 by Chelle Bliss

Men Of Ink – Heat Wave Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Chelle Bliss



Could you love a man surrounded by danger?

Gigi Gallo’s childhood was filled with the roar of a motorcycle and the hum of a tattoo gun. Fresh out of college, she’s about to start working at her family’s tattoo studio — Inked. But when she shows up the first day, she never expects to run into someone tall, dark, and totally sexy from her not-so-innocent past.

Pike Moore is a bossy biker with a cocky attitude and an even bigger ego. He came to Inked to start over. New town. New job. New roots. None of that included coming face-to-face with the hot chick who spent a week in his bed before she vanished without a trace.

But when Pike’s dark family history catches up with him, can he stop Gigi from being caught in the crossfire?


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Gigi Gallo, her cousin Tamara and friends Mallory and Mary are out for a bit of excitement for Spring Break. They’re in Daytona and it’s bike week, somewhere they are definitely not supposed to be especially with fake ids and fathers who would probably kill them if they knew.

With lots of ribbing from Mallory, Gigi approaches a biker and leaves with him after going through a safety routine with Tamara. Pike is not a biker, he does however know many of them. He’s a tattoo artist and that only slightly gives Gigi pause. Anyone in that community would know her family name in an instant. Best to keep things anonymous.

Fifteen months later, Gigi has graduated and about to start her first day at Inked, the family-owned Tattoo parlor. She’s also going to move out of the family home. It’s time for her to be more independent from her family. Working together and living together is just too much.

Someone else is starting at Inked that day, Pike. He’d been trying to get a chair at Inked for years and finally he’s got one. He just didn’t expect to run into the mysterious Gigi there, or for her to be the boss’s daughter. To say Gigi is not pleased for him to be there is an understatement and on top of it all her father wants them to be friends. The start of which is them going to get food.

This is just one of many favorite scenes between these two.

Fuck. I love my dad, but come on. Why does he have to be so gung ho about the happy family vibe at the shop? What does it matter if I like Pike or not? I don’t remember my dad going to this much trouble when they hired Kat. But what I do remember is my aunts going bananas about a young little hottie working so close to their men.

But now my dad wants us to be all kumbaya, holding hands, and one big, happy freaking family. If he only knew…

He’d fucking kill me, and then he’d murder Pike.

“We going to talk about this?” Pike asks from the passenger seat of my pickup truck.

“I think we said everything we needed to say already.” I stare straight ahead, keeping my eyes on the road instead of on the hottie next to me.

Why the hell does he have to smell so good?

Pike shifts his body, but I don’t dare sneak a glance. I know his eyes are on me and nowhere else. I can feel the weight of his gaze like a warm blanket, covering my skin. “Darlin’,” he says with a hint of a Tennessee twang in his voice. “I have a lot more to say to you.”

“Well, you talk, and maybe I’ll listen while I drive.” I shrug one shoulder, wrapping my fingers tighter around the steering wheel. “It’s not like I have a choice, do I?”

“I like a captive audience,” he says sarcastically. “First, I didn’t follow you. I’m not a stalker.”

“That’s what you say, but how do I know?”

“Gigi, how the fuck would I even find you?”

I shrug again. “Anything’s possible.”

“You told me your first name. You also told me you were from Miami, and the last time I checked, we’re hundreds of miles away from there.”

“There are other ways.”

“What other ways?” He turns and his knee is almost touching mine, but I have nowhere to go. No way to fight back because he’s making all the sense in the world, and it’s aggravating as hell.

“I don’t know. My uncle’s a private investigator, and I’m sure he could’ve found me with very little to go on.”

Pike laughs, and I can see him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “Listen, babe.”

I growl, which only makes Pike laugh. Ugh.

“You like darlin’ better?”

“I don’t like either. My name is Gigi or Giovanna,” I correct him.

“Giovanna is kind of an uppity name, which right about now, suits you.”

“I changed my mind.” I reach for the radio because I’d rather listen to anything other than his sexy as all get-out voice.

He tightens his fingers around my wrist, peeling my hand away from the buttons on the console. “I didn’t have anything to go on. I figured what we had was nice, but it wasn’t anything that would go the distance. The last thing I’d do is stalk you to try to get another piece of that fine ass.”

My gaze slides to his face for a moment before going back to the road. “Nice?” My voice is high, almost shrill. “What we had was nice?” I ask, grinding my teeth and ripping my hand from his grasp.

“Well, not really.” He pauses, and he’s lucky as hell I can’t lunge across the seat and wrap my hands around that beautiful neck of his. “It was fucking spectacular. The shit you did…”

“Stop.” I shake my head, grinding my teeth so hard, my jaw aches. “I was there. I don’t need a play-by-play.”

Pike laughs again, practically making my blood boil. “I’m just saying, I didn’t track you down. I figured you had your fill and were through. So why would I bother to track you down?” He pauses, but I don’t reply before he continues. “I don’t chase pussy. Never have. Never will. It’s not my style, darlin’.”

“Thanks for that little nugget of truth, Pike.”

“You’re acting like I did you wrong. You were the one who just up and left without even so much as a goodbye.”

I cringe when he says the last few words. I did do that to him. I told him I was running out for some coffee, and I didn’t look back before I got in my car, picked up the girls, and headed back to FSU.

But in all fairness, when I rolled over that morning and saw his phone with a text from some skank that read, “When you’re done with the little girl, I’ll be waiting for you,” that shit set me right off. I knew I was just another piece of ass to him in a long line of pussy waiting to take my place.

For half a second, I thought we had something more than a casual fling, but that text reminded me I was nothing more than another notch on his bedpost.

“I waited in that hotel room for three hours before I figured you weren’t coming back. I felt like a fuckin’ fool too.”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t take into account how he felt or if he’d even give a shit. I figured a clean break, no goodbye, no last kiss, and no more questions was the best way to end things with him.
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While Gigi and Pike do eventually get together again, something else pops up that puts them both in danger.

Let’s just say Gigi’s family is not at all happy when the truth of how she and Pike know each other comes out.

We meet many interesting characters in this book both in the family and in the Disciples MC and I’m sure there is more to come.

Twists, turns, family drama plus romance and sizzle.

I’m going to have to go back and read the first Men of Inked Series that launched all this.

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Chelle Bliss has dedicated her life to education. She has been a teacher for over ten years and holds a Master of Education degree. Teaching has given her a creative outlet, but she yearned for something more. Writing has given her that, no longer about just creativity, it became a journey.

Chelle is an avid reader, consuming contemporary romance, dark reads, young adult, and all things erotica. Chelle wanted to create a book filled with characters that readers could relate to with real world problems and matching wallets.

Chelle loves to travel, and her favorite cities are New Orleans and Paris. She currently lives in Florida with her amazing boyfriend. He’s showed her the love and passion that she has poured onto the page.

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Hot SEAL, Open Arms by Teresa Reasor

Hot SEAL, Open Arms
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Teresa Reasor



Navy SEAL Wyatt Taylor is facing the hardest decision of his life—what the hell to do now he can no longer be a SEAL. Besides his bum arm, he also has a bad attitude, because in his opinion nothing he’ll ever do again will live up to his life as a SEAL. But now his savings are dwindling and his team has deployed without him, he knows he has to move on.

Kinley Green is living her dream. She’s worked with horses for years, training them, caring for them, and riding them. And now with a grant in hand, she’s finally able to put her horses and her expertise with disabled children to use on a working ranch.

When Wyatt Taylor walks in with his killer smile asking for a job, she sees trouble… But he knows horses and has intimate knowledge of what disability is all about. And she does need the help.

But when trouble strikes, threatening her business, her horses and her life… Will he prove to be the right man for the job?


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Wyatt’s shoulder injury might have been fixable, except that a messed-up surgery caused additional nerve damage. Now separated from the Navy he’s looking for a job away from his family ranch. His parents while meaning well, are stifling him. A local boarding stable just may be his answer.

Kinsley owns a boarding stable that has a couple of barns. Horses that are boarded for clients and others for therapy and tourist rides. When Wyatt shows up at the stable to apply a mare is in labor. This particular mare has had a previous pregnancy that didn’t end well. One of her workers Gerald shows up and sees the mare sweating and clearly in full labor. However, it’s Wyatt who’s ready and willing to step up and help.

This is a favorite scene.

When a knock came at the door, she set the stack of papers aside with a relieved sigh and rose to answer it. A man stood outside her door, tall and broad-shouldered. She took in his arresting good looks while his attention was focused farther down the barn. His high cheekbones and prominent brow ridge spoke of some Native American heritage, but his sun-tipped light brown hair and heavy brows of the same color watered it down several generations.

“Can I help you?” Kinley asked.

He turned his head to look at her, and his tawny brown eyes seemed to have taken on the same sun-glazed hue so they matched the lighter shades in his hair. He needed a haircut, and his jaw, shadowed by dark brown scruff, was angular and sloped to a chin that could only be described as stubborn. Her attention settled on his mouth. His full bottom lip seemed too lush to be combined with such blatant masculinity. She found it sexy as hell.

“You might want to call the vet. The mare in the stall at the end is foaling.”

“Oh, shit!” Kinley rushed out of the office to the farthest end of the barn. When she reached the stall, she found Tangerine moving restlessly around the enclosure, curling her top lip, shuffling her hind legs, and urinating.

She’d checked on her an hour earlier and hadn’t seen any change in her behavior, but things had obviously progressed since then. Kinley whipped her phone out of her back pocket and texted Hunter, Tangerine’s owner, then called the vet.

After she ended the call, she looked up from her phone to find him watching her.

Despite the situation, an instant attraction sparked a tingle in places she tried to ignore. “I’m Kinley Green. I manage the stables. Can I help you with something?” she asked.

He extended his right hand. “Wyatt Taylor.” He shook her hand with just the right amount of pressure, not too hard, like he wanted to prove his manliness, and not too soft, so he wouldn’t treat her like a frail female. “I saw a posting for a stable manager and decided to drop my application by on the way into town.” He extended an envelope to her.

Dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved cotton shirt of pale green, and cowboy boots, he looked like any other Texan. But there was something about the way he held himself and stood that was different. He’d removed his straw hat and gripped it by the crown like a true Texan, and he’d recognized the mare was laboring, so maybe he knew his way around a horse.

Gerald Hawbecker sauntered into the barn. He eyed Wyatt with brief interest. “I just came in to check on Tangerine.”

“I’ve already called the vet.”

“She’s in labor?” His brows rose and concern tightened his features. “I’ll go check on her.” Gerald went to the stall door but didn’t go in.

Wyatt’s deep voice drew her attention back to him. “You’re about to get very busy, and you have my information there.”

Gerald spoke over his shoulder. “She’s sweating and the placenta’s presenting. I think we need the vet.”

“I’ve already called him, and he said he’d be here as soon as possible.”

“After what happened last time…” Gerald started.

Kinley cut him off. “She’s going to be okay, Gerald.” She couldn’t think about what happened before. Tangerine was inconsolable, and had grieved for the loss of the foal, a colt, as had all the employees who helped care for the horse.

“If you’d like me to, I can stick around until the vet shows up.” Wyatt said.

Her attention snapped back to him. “How much experience do you have?”

“Ten years. I worked on my dad’s spread from the time I could carry a bucket. I was working on a veterinary degree to become a large animal vet when I decided to go into the Navy instead. I’ve been discharged for four months and I’ve been working with my dad’s horses since I moved back. We’ve had four mares foal since I’ve been back.”

“Go get the man some gloves, Gerald.”

“Okay.” He rushed across the barn to a door and disappeared inside.

Wyatt unbuttoned his shirt and shook free of it. Then handed it off to Kinley.

His sleeveless T-shirt molded to his chest and abdomen, outlining the sculpted musculature beneath. The red scar on his shoulder seemed obscene against the perfection of the rest of his skin. He put the obstetric glove on his left hand and arm, but it took him longer to do the right. She was moved to help him, but decided not to.

“There’s one last thing you should know. Tangerine doesn’t trust easily. Her owner moved her to another stable right after her colt died. She flinches away when you try to touch her, and she’ll nip.”

“I’ll be careful.”

He could do this. He might not have been around horses much since joining the Navy, but he hadn’t forgotten how to care for them. In the past month he’d assisted four horses birthing their foals. One had been a tricky birth, where he ended up having to reach inside the mare and reposition a front leg and the head.

Wyatt opened the stall door and cautiously approached the mare standing in the corner. He was a stranger, and she was laboring to give birth. And now he knew she also had trust issues. He kept his voice to a hushed rumble as he said, “It’s alright, Mama. I’m just here to help if you need me.”

Milk dripped from her teats, and her body was covered in a fine film of sweat. Her tail had already been wrapped in preparation for the birth. As he approached, her water broke, and the placental sac protruding from the horse’s vulva bulged as the shape of one hoof inside became visible.

The horse went to her knees and lay on her side. She kicked and kept raising her head to look at her stomach while she labored. He waited for the next hoof to appear. If it didn’t, he’d have to reach in and get things going in the right direction.

Fifteen long, slow minutes later and still no hoof. He eased closer and stroked her contracting belly. “It’s okay, Mama, I’m just going to check on that other hoof.” He eased his hand inside the birth canal. Every time a contraction hit, his arm was squeezed. He felt the edge of a hoof, grabbed it, and straightened the limb. He eased inside once more to find out how the head was positioned. Now the other leg had been straightened, the head fell forward between.

He pulled his arm out. “The head will appear in a few minutes.” Ten more minutes, and the foal’s head shoved forward from the mare’s body. This was when it was most difficult not to help, and time seemed to drag. When the rest of the foal’s body slid free, Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief. He moved quickly to grip the placenta with his numb hand, and with his right, quickly tore it open, freeing the foal’s front legs and head. The foal spontaneously took several breaths and lay on its side, recovering from the birth.

“Hey, Wyatt. How’s she doing?”

Recognizing Dr. Culver’s voice, he glanced up. “She’s doing fine. The foal is breathing.”

Even as he spoke, the mare turned to look at her baby and shifted around in the straw to lick the foal.

Wyatt peeled more of the placenta away. “It’s a filly.”

He stood from his crouched position and moved to the stall door. “I was just lending moral support more than anything.” He peeled the wet gloves off his arms, folding them inside each other, and dropped them into a waste receptacle nearby.

Doctor Culver raised a brow at that, his eyes on the gloves. “I’m glad you were here. Her last foal was born breech and didn’t make it.”

“That’s a shame.” Wyatt was just relieved things went right this time.

Dr. Carter nodded. “I’ll give her a few minutes to bond, then I’ll go in and knot the placenta so she won’t step on it when she gets up.”

Wyatt turned his attention back to Kinley Green. Her pale eyes looked as blue as the Texas sky and her wide, expressive mouth gave him a hard-on. Or it might just be the high he got from a successful mission.

She offered him his shirt. And he turned to slide his damaged arm into the sleave first.

“Why don’t you come into the office and let’s talk about the job,” she said.

He smiled. “Sure.”
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Wyatt had more than secured the job with his actions and after witnessing the scene with the mare’s owner Wyatt has a few things to say to the man. Wyatt knows Hunter Wagner from school, and it doesn’t appear he’s changed at all. Still the bully and using his money to do push his way around.

There’s far more than meets the eye here though. Between Gerald who didn’t want the manager job to Hunter whose mare is exhibiting new aggressive behaviors this book gets better with every page.

I love the suspense and intrigue as well as the romance and sizzle even as Wyatt and Kinley try not to take that fall.

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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.

All Cowboy and a Holiday Bride – A Brothers of Dove Grey Novella by Rhonda Lee Carver

All Cowboy and a Holiday Bride
A Brothers of Dove Grey Novella
Rhonda Lee Carver



A fake marriage will set a Texas holiday on fire…

Sadie Locke has always been great at giving her friends relationship advice, but when it comes to her own love life not so much. She and Channing decide a friends-with-benefits relationship will work perfectly…

Until, they get married—fake married—so that she can protect a secret she’s kept for fifteen years.

Channing Dawson has life just the way he likes it. His business is thriving. And he and Sadie have a no-strings “friendlationship”. What more could a man want?

Then she goes and pulls a fast one by making him her husband. Pretend or not, the rules change. He isn’t sure about having a holiday bride, until he realizes he doesn’t have a cold heart after all. He could get used to sharing Christmas with Sadie, but does she feel the same? Her secrets, and she has plenty, might ruin any chance they have for a future.


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Sadie and Channing have long had a friend with benefits relationship. Neither one really wants it to go further than that although they both have so much in common aside from the physical.

Sadie has been trying to adopt her cousin’s daughter Ruby. Her cousin Dorothy has agreed to this however she keeps putting stipulations on the adoption. It’s a text from Dorothy that ruins her good mood after waking up in Channing’s arms that morning. She can’t help but wonder what’s next.

Although Dorothy hints at yet another stipulation, she refuses to elaborate. Instead, she says she’ll talk to the lawyer involved.

While Sadie is dealing with Dorothy, Channing hits the diner for a breakfast he shouldn’t have. Having been diagnosed with a heart condition the year before his family has been all about healthier eating habits. He spends some time with his friend Keef but his demeanor changes when Sadie walks in with a man he doesn’t recognize. It was truly interesting when he follows Sadie to the rest room.

It’s a couple of days later when Sadie has Ruby at the park that she finds out what Dorothy’s latest demand is. Her attorney Leah shows up to tell her since she didn’t want to tell this over the phone. This latest is by far the most difficult, it seems Dorothy will sign the adoption papers once Sadie is married.

Dorothy is an addict and although she’s been doing better, her daughter Ruby needs far more stability in her life. Sadie is willing to do anything for Ruby, even get married. The question is who will she marry? There’s only one answer in her mind.

This is a favorite scene.

Sadie knew in her heart she’d be willing to do anything, marry anyone…

Her cell phone buzzed, and she read the screen. Channing had sent her a message.

“Are we seeing each other tonight?”

She started to put away her phone when a thought came to her, then she tapped into the keyboard… “Are you at the ranch? I have a friend who loves horses. Can we drop by?”

A minute later, he answered, “Sure.”

Sadie didn’t have time to think over her actions, but at that moment she had an idea.  

Channing was almost asleep in the hammock hung from the branches of an old shade tree, his hat pulled low over his eyes, when he heard tires crunch on the gravel. He pushed up the rim of the Stetson and slitted one eye. Sadie. He’d been taken by surprise when she asked if she could stop by the ranch with a friend.

Slowly standing, he stretched his arms high above his head and watched her slide out of the driver’s side. She looked good enough to eat. The low neckline of the tank showed off the tops of her breasts that jiggled with each step. He felt a stirring behind his zipper that disappeared the instant he saw her company. A pint-sized girl with pigtails and a smile that revealed missing teeth.

“Hey there, Channing,” Sadie said as she approached.

The girl stopped short when she saw him, and her smile faded some. He didn’t know a lot of kids, but most liked him.

“So, who do we have here?” He adjusted his hat higher on his forehead.

“This is my friend, Ruby, who loves horses.”

The old Blue Heelers jumped up from their resting spots in the grass and sauntered their way to the girl. Her smile quickly returned.

“Hello, Ruby.” Channing hadn’t seen the dogs this energetic in over a year.

She shyly looked up at him and continued petting both dogs, one for each hand. “I like your dogs.”

“It appears Jimmy Shu and Jinx like you too.”

“Ruby, this is my friend, Channing. He owns many horses,” Sadie said.

“Are you a cowboy?” Ruby’s voice was so soft he had to strain to hear it.

“Most days.”

“I like your hat.” Ruby stood and wiped her hands on her jeans. That’s when he saw the prominent scar on her cheek, but he made sure he didn’t stare. “Can I ride a horse?”

“Well, we have one rule ‘round here. If you are going to get on the back of one of the horses, you must be first inducted into the cowboys of the round table.” The little girl just stared. He slipped off his hat and dropped it on her tiny head, but the pigtails kept it from slipping over her face. “Looks like my hat’s a bit too big, but it’ll do for a moment.”

“How do I get to be at the table?” Her eyes were wide and twinkling. Her mouth was thin.

“It’s not an actual table, but more like an idea, or promise, that you’ll always uphold the code of honor of cowboys and cowgirls all over the land. You must swear to be kind and helpful to every horse you meet because they’ll be loyal to you.”

“Can I swear, Sadie? Can I be a cowgirl?” She practically jumped out of her untied tennis shoes.

“You can be anything you want to be.” Sadie gave her a hug.

“I’m allowed,” Ruby squealed, all signs of the shy girl gone.

“First, we need to fix these. Can you tie your own shoes?” The girl gave a sharp shake of her head. “Watch closely.” He knelt and tied her frayed shoestrings. He stayed on his knees, at her eye level. “Now, place your right hand over your heart and repeat after me. I, Ruby, promise to be kind and helpful to all horses forever and a day.”

She repeated the vow, focusing hard on each word.

“Let’s bump fists on that.” Her fist was so tiny compared to his. “And now I bequeath you an honorary cowgirl.” He took his hat back, pressed it down on his head and stood.

“Can I ride now? Can I?” Ruby squirmed.

Channing looked over at Sadie who had a mysterious moisture in her eyes. “Is that okay? Can I put her on a horse?”

“If you have the time.” There was a breathlessness to her tone.

“I have all the time in the world for an honorary member. Come on, Ruby. Let’s go saddle up a horse.” He took a step toward the barn, and she slipped her hand into his. He felt a hitch in his chest. Obviously, the child had been through something that no kid should ever experience. Not only did she have the visible wound on her face, but she walked with a limp too.

Inside the barn, he asked one of the hands to saddle Nellie, the oldest, tamest horse on the ranch. Channing wasn’t sure if Ruby would be scared at first and Nellie was always aware of who was on her back.

When the horse was brought around, Channing scratched her behind the ears. “Ruby, meet Nellie. She’s been here at Dawson Creek for almost twenty years.”

“Can I pet her?” Ruby asked reverently.


Hearing a noise behind them, he looked at Sadie and she mouthed, “Thank you.”

After an hour of leading Nellie around with a smiling Ruby in the saddle, he led them into the corral, then helped the girl down.

“Did we have to stop?” Ruby whined.

“For now, yes.” Channing handed the horse off to the waiting stable hand.

As if she let the idea go completely, she raced out of the enclosure and ran to the dogs sprawled out under the shade tree. Channing joined Sadie where she sat on the bench swing, using her toes to rock back and forth.

“I can’t thank you enough,” she said once he sat down.

He hooked his hat on his bent knee. “Something tells me that little girl has been through hell and back.”

“A car accident a little over six months ago.” There was a pause long enough for Sadie to wave at Ruby. “Her mother was driving and a truck T-boned them. Everyone survived, barely.”

Shifting so he could look at Sadie’s profile, he sensed an underlying tension in her. He scratched the whiskers on his jaw. “She’s welcome anytime. She’s a natural in the saddle.”

A silence fell over them until Sadie finally said, “I have something I want to speak to you about. Actually, ask you. It’s a big favor.”

“I already told you I’d help with the committee.”

“I need a husband, Chan, and I need one fast.”
Rhonda Lee Carver. All Cowboy and a Holiday Bride (Kindle Locations 559-614).

Channing is more than a little stunned with Sadie’s declaration of needing a husband fast. He needs a bit of time to think, this is more than a huge favor.

Channing is also going to change the rules on Sadie. This is where things not only become fun they also get complicated.

Holiday fun, heartrending truths and plenty of romance and sizzle!

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Rhonda lee Carver Rhonda Lee Carver

Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010.

She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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Are You Ready For Some Christmas Stories? Christmas Kisses and Cowboy Wishes – A Limited Edition Anthology

Christmas Wishes and Cowboy Kisses


USA Today Bestselling Authors
Liz Isaacson, Shanna Hatfield
Lacy Williams, Carolyne Aarsen
Melissa McClone, Kit Morgan
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Cynthia Woolf, Kathleen Ball
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Terri Grace, April Murdock
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★★ Curl up with a cowboy this Christmas! ★★

Ring in the holiday season with 23 heartwarming sweet contemporary romances from USA Today and Top 100 Kindle Unlimited All-Star bestselling authors!

Discover second chance romance, love at first sight, small-town Christmas cheer, swoony single dads, enemies to lovers, snowed-in with the cowboy, and many more stories featuring the cowboy next door. Fall in love with the hunky heroes of this limited-edition Christmas cowboy romance collection.


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He was her heart-stopping first kiss.
Too bad he doesn’t remember her.

Housekeeper Lyne can’t believe she’s spending the holidays working for the handsome cowboy she shared her first kiss with. Cody is so overwhelmed with the ranch and his family, but that isn’t the reason he forgot Lyne. Can they overcome the past and conquer the present to build a future together?

Lyne was nervous heading to the Rocking CT Ranch to help out her boss’s friend. It doesn’t help that her family has moved away and didn’t bother to tell her where they were going, leaving her homeless. It was a good thing her job at the Bar V5 included room in the bunkhouse for employees. She can do this, it’s no different than being at the Bar V5.

She doesn’t realize who exactly she was helping until they pull up at the ranch and there is no mistaking those blue eyes. Her boss for the next couple of weeks is the cowboy who gave her that first kiss and forgot about her the next day. She can’t leave and it’s obvious he still doesn’t remember her.

Once she gets past her nerves, meeting the rest of the family, snack and dinner goes well. The next day though holds a surprise though.

This is a favorite scene.

The scent of coffee hit him first. Man, he could use a cup. Then he saw who was up. Not Drake.

Lyne stirred a pot on the stove. She wore a baggy sweatshirt that read “Marietta High School” over a pair of leggings. Her hair fell past her shoulders. She looked sleep-rumpled and adorable.

But something about her seemed so…familiar. Even with no makeup on and messy hair, she was attractive. More than he’d realized yesterday.

Whoa, cowboy. This wasn’t the time to let a pretty woman tempt him. She was only there until the twenty-sixth, and she was his employee. She wouldn’t welcome his advances, even if he had time for dating, which he didn’t.

“Good morning,” he said.

“You’re up early.”

“I had something to do.” He eyed her fuzzy pink slippers. Those looked like something Lorelei would wear. Lyne seemed more…practical.

“Must’ve been important to be up at this hour.”

She was fishing. He wouldn’t take the bait. You’re up at this hour.”

“I heard a door. Two, actually.”

Just my luck. “Light sleeper?”

“The lightest. Marlo used to have me do the late night and early feedings for the babies.”


“My stepmother.” Lyne’s tone was matter-of-fact. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him. “You look cold. Drink this. Your breakfast is almost ready.”

The mug warmed his hands. “You didn’t have to—”

“Cooking for your family is my job.” She motioned to the table. “Sit.”

He sat and took a sip. The hot liquid provided much-needed warmth. “Thanks.”

A big pot sat on the largest stove eye on the right. Something sizzled in a skillet. She stirred something else in another pan.

Cody raised his cup and drank. One sip wouldn’t do. He took another. Once again, the silence felt awkward. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Oatmeal, scrambled eggs, sausage, and biscuits.”

He inhaled. “Missed the baking scent because of the coffee.”

“Priorities.” She didn’t glance his way.

Cody drank more. This wasn’t their regular coffee—served black. But he couldn’t tell what she’d added to it. Whatever she’d done was tasty. He took another sip. “You know your way around the kitchen.”

“I’m a better housekeeper than cook, but you guys won’t starve.”

“Dinner was great last night.”

“Thanks.” She sprinkled pepper into the eggs. “Do you need more coffee?”

He did, but… “You don’t have to wait on me.”

“That’s my job.”

Okay, she had a point. “Betty doesn’t wait on us.”

Lyne pulled a tray of biscuits out of the oven and plated the food. “Hasn’t she worked at the Rocking CT for a long time?”

“Since before I was born.”

“So she’s more like family than staff.” Lyne set the plate in front of him. “Here you go.”

As she turned, her hair swung.

“Lyne…” As she glanced over her shoulder at him, she looked different. Younger. Prettier.

His mind went blank. “Thanks.”

She smiled at him. “You’re welcome.”

Thanks hadn’t been what he wanted to say. He’d been tempted to tell her how nice her hair looked. That she should smile more often. That he wanted to get to know her better. “You should eat, too.”

“I’m not much of a breakfast eater.”

Cody didn’t want to eat alone. Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. He wanted to eat with her. “Most important meal of the day.”

She hesitated as if mulling over what to do. “I could have some oatmeal.”

Lyne dished up a quick bowl with brown sugar and raisins on top. She leaned against the counter with the bowl. 

“Sit down and eat.”

Lyne grabbed her coffee with her free hand and sat across from him. She arched her brow. “Satisfied?”

“Very, especially with this delicious breakfast.” He added jelly to his biscuit and took a bite. When he looked at her again, she ate a spoonful of oatmeal. Once again, a sense of familiarity struck him.

She wiped her mouth. “Is something on my face?”

No.” He stared over the lip of his coffee cup. “This might sound strange, but I’m having a moment of déjà vu.”

Lyne choked on the oatmeal. She grabbed her coffee and drank.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “We’ve met before.”

“I knew it. But I can’t remember where.”

“The Marietta Rodeo. Twelve years ago.”

“Oh, man. I don’t remember much from that one. The morning before my prelim, I hit my head, but like an idiot, I didn’t tell anyone so I could compete.”

She gasped. Her face paled. “What happened?”

“Not sure.” He rubbed the spot that had hurt for a long time. “But I ended up with a stupid concussion.”

“Short-term memory loss?”

I guess you could call it that. The whole weekend is a blur. Not that my memory is all that great, but I made finals. Only I passed out and wasn’t allowed to compete.”

Lyne bit her lip. “I hadn’t heard that. I, um, went home after prelims.”

“Hope I wasn’t a jerk to you,” he joked.

She half laughed, but her eyes darkened.

Uh-oh. His stomach sank. “What did I do?” 

“It doesn’t matter. And for the first time, I can honestly say it doesn’t.”

“I feel as if I’m missing some key points of what happened.”

She sipped her coffee. “Don’t worry about it, ’kay?”

Something told him to ask more questions, but footsteps sounded on the staircase.

Lyne pushed back in her chair and stood. “That’s my cue. I don’t want anyone to be late to work or school.”

Her eyes said something different, and that bugged Cody.
Melissa McClone. The Christmas tree Cowboy (Kindle Locations 539-612). Cardinal Press, LLC. Kindle Edition.

As these two get to know each other some secrets come out and they work together on that one.

Family is everything to Cody and while he’s attracted to Lyne, he can’t bring himself to make a move toward more than friendship. Thank goodness his family has more sense than him.

Full of fun, family, memories and more!

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Melissa McClone

USA Today bestselling author, Melissa McClone has published over forty novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group.

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

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

Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds, and cats who think they rule the house. They do!

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Paxton – SEALs of Honor Book 29 by Dale Mayer

Seals of Honor Book 29
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



Paxton, while trying to get clearance to return to work, calls his physio to ask why he’s refusing to sign off on his documents—only to hear gunfire through the phone, killing the man he was talking too. Racing to the scene, he finds the gunman still there, in anguish and in fury, telling Paxton a tale of blackmail and fraud, before killing himself.

Hearing the same phone conversation that Paxton made while in her office, Cherise races behind to make sure he’s okay, as the police move in. Standing together at the scene of the crime, however, puts them both in the target zone, as someone tries to keep the details of the blackmail a secret.

Trying to keep Cherise and himself safe, while unravelling the rot going on under the surface, Paxton realizes just how personal this case has become …


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If there’s one thing Dale Mayer does well, it’s starting a book with a bang. In this one it’s a bit more than that. Paxton has requested a transfer to Mason’s group and is waiting for clearance. Mason tells him to check with Cherise since she would be able to spot something that might be wrong in the paperwork. What she finds is a note from his Physio and that has Paxton calling to ask why. Instead of answers he hears gunshots.

Cherise calls 911 while Paxton races to his Physio’s office. When he gets there, he’s accosted by the gunman who tells him quite the story before shooting himself. Now Paxton wonders if there’s anything to it.

On seeing Cherise outside the building after being released by the police, Paxton talks her into having dinner with him. Cherise texts Mason to let him know what’s going on and he asks that she keep him updated, including Paxton’s mental state.

Cherise recognizes the name of the gunman. He made her uncomfortable when he came in to get information on his paperwork. Although everything Paxton relates about the man sounds like a conspiracy theory, it could also be more than that. The question is motivation, the man wanted to go back to work not the opposite.

After returning home, Cherise feels uneasy. When Paxton calls, she admits to that and also an urge to flee. Paxton heads back to her and intercepts a messenger that then gives Cherise what appears to be a veiled threat to stay away from ‘him’.

Instead of staying put, Paxton and Cherise go out for coffee, and as they go over the events so far, Paxton decides to call Mason. Mason agrees that the MPs and civilian police should be talking in the case and sets that in motion. It’s when they return to Cherise’s that they find another warning in her apartment. Instead of reporting it Cherise lets Paxton take pictures and send them to Mason and then sends him home after they straighten things up.

Cherise is going to end up knee deep in this as the next day she does a search and finds others who have complained about being stopped from returning to work. Mason agrees Paxton should have the names so they can investigate further.

Then dead bodies start showing up.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m going back to Cherise’s place,” he replied. “That’s the fourth death connected to this case— that we know about. I don’t feel good leaving her alone.”

“It’s still a bit of a stretch to say it’s connected,” Mason cautioned.

“Not that big of a stretch,” Paxton murmured, “but I hear you.” He was already headed toward her apartment. When he got there, he called up from the outside intercom. When she answered, he felt a wave of relief flood his senses, and he realized how much tension had built up on the drive over.“Hey, it’s me. May I come up?”

“Did you bring lunch?” she asked crossly.

He winced at that. “I thought maybe we’d pick something up and head for the beach.” After a moment’s hesitation, she buzzed him in. He bolted up to the fourth floor, with her standing outside her apartment when he got there. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, reaching out his hand to gently grasp her upper arm.

“I’m fine. I’m just more pissed off than anything.”

“Did you ever ask management if video cameras might have captured any intruders here?”

“I did,” she huffed. “Security cameras haven’t been working all week. So I’m guessing you can probably say all month,” she murmured. “Apparently it’s something they’ve been trying to get fixed.”

“Of course.” Paxton motioned to the living room. “May I come in?”

“I thought we’re leaving,” she said, looking at him suspiciously. Then, seeing something in his expression, she motioned him inside. “Okay. Let’s talk about … whatever.” As soon as she closed the door, she turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Rick, one of the two guys I know on that first list of four, remember?”

She nodded. “Yeah, what about him?”

“He’s dead,” Paxton shared starkly. Then he quickly relayed the morning’s activities.

She stared at him in shock. “Oh my word.” She walked to her couch and sat down. Then she looked at him sharply. “But there’s isn’t any guarantee that it was connected to this mess, is there?”

“Not at this point,” he replied. “He was apparently at a party last night.”

She reached up a hand to her forehead and whispered, “What are the chances?”

“Not great,” Paxton confirmed.

“You still have a few other names to check.”

“I sent the other guy I know a text message, but I haven’t heard back.”

“Did you check where he lives?”

“I don’t know where he lives,” Paxton noted. “I could head down to the gym and see if he was there, which is where I usually see him.”

“Right. Maybe you should do that first.” She checked her watch. “It’s only eleven. I was planning on getting out of here soon, but I need to run some errands and do some banking,” she shared. “Why don’t we meet up someplace in about an hour, so meanwhile you can check out those other names.”

“Agreed,” he said immediately, then hesitated. “I did get the message with the other four names that got pulled, and Mason told me about Dr. Comline being killed in a car accident.”

She nodded grimly. “And the chances of that not being connected are?”

“Almost impossible,” Paxton declared. “So, as much as I would like to keep track of you all day, I’m pretty sure you won’t agree to having a tail.”

She immediately shook her head. “Besides, you have things to do,” she replied gently. “I’ll just stay aware. I’ll do a couple simple errands, and then I’ll meet you … where?”

He mentioned a hamburger joint within walking distance. She nodded. “Fine, I’m not sure I can do burgers two days in a row, but—”

“We can always eat somewhere else. That’s just an open public meeting place. So I’ll see you there in an hour.” He reached over, gave her a gentle hug, and said, “Promise me that you’ll stay safe.”
Dale Mayer. Paxton (Kindle Locations 1250-1283). Valley Publishing Ltd..

These two are getting to know each other in spite of or maybe because of the circumstances surrounding them. Things are a bit convoluted, and the path gets complicated, but the romance evolves.

The suspense stays high, and the romance begins to sizzle as this story unfolds.

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

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Dale Mayer

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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Danger In Trust – Elite Swat Book 3 by Leah Ashton

Danger In Trust
Elite Swat Book 3
Leah Ashton



She doesn’t want a bodyguard.
He doesn’t want to want her.
Together they must fight for their lives.

A politician’s daughter… and CEO

Successful IT executive Emily Valente has no time for her estranged politician mother – so she is not happy when a threat to her mother leaves her with two WASP bodyguards on the biggest night of her career. Especially when one of those bodyguards is a tall, sexy, distraction.

The bodyguard who never breaks the rules

For WASP bodyguard Griffin Walters it was just a standard job – except for his unwanted attraction to the smart and stubborn woman he’s assigned to protect. But then the impossible happens, and suddenly Griff is fighting not only to save Emily’s life, but also his own.

Corruption that runs deep

With no idea who they can trust, Griff and Emily must work together to survive the night. Sparks fly and passion runs hot – but are they willing to break their own rules to risk a future together?

Or will the last person they expect betray them before they ever get that chance?



Emily Valente has been summoned; her mother has some important information for her that cannot be imparted over the phone. Donna Valente is the premier of Western Australia and it’s taken a long time for Emily to have some autonomy far away from the spotlight her mother basks in.

There’s a viable threat from the Notechi, against not only the premier but also Emily and bodyguards are being assigned. Emily hasn’t had bodyguards in a long time and while she understands the importance of them, she has a life. Emily is up for an award she has worked very hard to win and there is no way she’s not attending the awards ceremony.

Griffin Walters is to be one of Emily’s bodyguards, he meets her for the first time by her literally running into him. He’s immediately attracted to her something that hasn’t happened to him before. Duty comes first, always.

Griff was the one inside the ballroom at the awards, while his partner Ben Smith handled things outside. All was going well, until it wasn’t.

This is a favorites scene.

Emily won.

Griff stood at the side of the ballroom as Emily’s hands flew to cover her mouth in surprise. Her friends cheered as she got to her feet and the whole room watched as she took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and made her way to the stage, smiling at well-wishers as she navigated the sea of oversized round tables.

She was beautiful. Griff already knew that, of course.

But she was also obviously so much more.

He was intrigued by the woman now standing behind a podium beneath the spotlight, angular glass trophy in hand. Right now, Emily was all strength and authority. She was clearly in her element, surrounded by her peers, receiving an accolade Griff had no doubt she thoroughly deserved. She was steady and poised, and spoke to the room in a manner not dissimilar to her mother’s – in a way that demanded your full attention.

But he’d also seen another side of her. The version of Emily Valente who sprinted down hallways in tears, and blushed when he stood near. Who had no qualms commanding he not look at her, and yet – right now – caught his gaze across the hundreds of people in the ballroom.

Just as she had when she’d been talking to her friend. Her beautiful golden eyes hot and intense, and absolutely compelling.

No way was she seeing pity in his gaze right now.

And she looked at him like she couldn’t not, even though he knew she didn’t want to.

Damn, he knew his reasons he should look away. Right now, with his firearm against his hip, it was absolutely inappropriate to be looking at her like this, to be intrigued by her like this. Yet – he couldn’t stop.

“Griff, it’s Smith.”

The voice in his earpiece snapped him out of … whatever that had just been. As he watched, Emily went back to her speech, speaking as beautifully and articulately as if that pause to look at him had never happened. As if Griff had imagined it entirely.

“What’s up,” he said roughly.

“We need to get Ms Valente out,” Smith said. “Just got off the phone to Boots”—the E-SWAT CPP senior sergeant—“and new intel puts Notechi patch members in the vicinity of the hotel. She’s not safe here.”

It was all he needed to know.

“Onto it,” he said.

Griff looked around the ballroom. Nothing had changed from a minute ago. The room was still secure, and the awards evening carried on, the crowd breaking into applause as Emily stepped away from the podium and walked back to her table.

He made his way around the edge of the ballroom, watching Emily as she paused briefly to talk to others in the crowd. On the stage, the nominees for the next award were announced, and the spotlight was no longer on the woman in the slinky midnight dress.

Of course, his attention was still on her, but she didn’t look at him as she made her way to her table. But she definitely looked at him when he met her there, his words low and clear. “We need to leave.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. She simply nodded, grabbed that tiny clutch handbag thing and excused herself from her friends. He didn’t bother to see their reactions, he was already guiding her out of the room, not touching her, but moving right at her shoulder. In his ear, the other CPP officers confirmed it was safe to exit the ballroom, and so they did, heading for the same route they took to enter the hotel.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked in the deserted hallway, their brisk footsteps muffled on the thick carpet.

“Notechi gang members were spotted nearby, and intel believe they’re on their way here.”

They reached the facilities elevator which Griff immediately ignored for the emergency staircase – it was quicker than waiting for the elevator to arrive. Now their footsteps were loud on the utilitarian concrete stairs.

“But why?” Emily said. “This makes no sense. Why would they want me?”

“It’s pretty standard for bad guys to go after the families of politicians,” Griff replied as they reached the last landing before the final flight of stairs to the basement car park.

“Yeah, in movies,” Emily said, almost running down the steps beside him. “That kind of stuff doesn’t happen in Perth.”

They’d made it to the heavy exit door, but Griff stopped dead, his hand gripping the handle hard.

Emily looked up at him, her forehead crinkled in response to the sudden pause in their urgent journey.

“Of course that stuff fucking happens in Perth,” Griff said harshly. “This is real, Emily. It’s happening right now. What do you think we’re running from? The Notechi don’t fuck around.”

As he watched, her face paled. “Is my mum okay? Have they already got to her?”

“All I know is to get you out of here, Ms Valente,” Griff said shoving the door open.
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To say things go FUBAR is an understatement as everything ramps up and the players are not who I expected at all. Now they’re on the run, and don’t know who they can trust.

So many twists and turns as Griff and Emily run for their lives, get to know each other and their relationship even gets pretty steamy.

I look forward to catching up on the rest of this series.

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RITA® Award-winning author Leah Ashton writes fast-paced romantic suspense and smart, modern contemporary romance. All her books feature strong heroines, deliciously heroic heroes and swoon worthy happily ever afters.

Leah lives in Perth, Western Australia with her gorgeous husband, two amazing daughters and the best intentions to meal plan and have an effortlessly tidy home. When she’s not writing, Leah loves all day breakfast, rambling conversations and laughing until she cries. She really hates cucumber. And scary movies.

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