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I am a retired software developer, avid reader and reviewer. While I read all genres, I love romance and erotic romance. I am devoting this blog to the Authors of Romance, for now. I occasionally review books for Bea's Book Nook where you can catch my reviews for books that do not qualify under the Romance genre.

Revenge – Kylie Tate Book 2 by Anne L. Parks


Revenge
Kyle Tate Book 2
By
Anne L. Parks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

Well, that’s true…

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

“And now?”

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

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

He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I came back to you, Alex.”

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

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

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

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

“And I never let it go there.” His hand is still at the back of my head, and he tilts it back so he can see directly into my eyes. “I’m not perfect. I make so many mistakes, but I’m trying to learn, also. I have come up with so many reasons lately to keep you at arm’s length, to deny that part of me that is so desperate for you, because I thought it would somehow hurt both of us. It’s flawed thinking, I realize that, especially after hearing it out loud, but it’s what I’ve been clinging to. What I lost sight of is, even with all the reasons I’ve come up with, the one reason I’m ignoring you— is you. You’re the reason I changed who I was in the first place. The only reason that should matter to me is you… and it is.”
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There’s still something major that is being held back from Kylie and that is one surprise she didn’t need to find out by herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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Takeoff – Open Skies Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Takeoff
Open Skies Book 5
By
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Becca Jameson

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Raeann

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

Deacon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What? He held his tongue.

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

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

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

“Is that a thing?” He had no idea.

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

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

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

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

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

Deacon gasped. “No.”

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

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“When did this happen?”

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

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

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

“You told Heather?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thirty-five.”

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

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

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

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

“Can’t the police do anything?”

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right now, the kind, sweet, caring woman in his arms needed a hug, and that was all that mattered. One day at a time.
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We learn a couple of things in the talk Deacon and Raeann have, one her mother is schizophrenic, and two she a crazy cult thinks she’s a witch because of a genetic white streak in her hair. While they haven’t done anything yet, she’s sure it’s coming. They never left her mother alone until she was hospitalized.

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

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

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

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

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Jerricho – The Mavericks Book 14 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
A covert black ops team that steps up
and breaks all the rules …
but gets the job done.

Welcome to a new military romance series by USA Today best-selling author Dale Mayer. A series where you meet new friends and just might get to meet old ones too in this raw and compelling look at the men who keep us safe every day from the darkness where they operate—and live—in the shadows … until someone special helps them step into the light.

Jerricho
The Mavericks Book 14
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USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer

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Jerricho didn’t expect his first solo mission to send him to the Middle East nor to rescue his journalist ex-wife and her cameraperson. Finding out why they and the other women had been taken was horrifying in itself, but saving a larger group than he’d first expected then complicates the rescue in a much bigger way.

Brenna had hopes that her ex would show up, as she knew the type of work he did. She’d always wanted a chance to show him how much she’d changed. This was hardly the ideal time, but she might not get a second chance.

Rescuing the women and taking out the kidnappers should have been the end of it, until they realize it’s not as simple as it first seems. The women were objects initially; now they’re targets …

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Jerricho has barely settled on his deck with a beer when Diesel calls him with his mission. Apparently his journalist ex-wife, Brenna and her cameraperson have gone missing in a part of the world where a disappearance usually isn’t very good. His partner on this assignment is Killian, and with the data they are getting from the Mavericks they are chasing camera sightings.

Brenna and Jessie are being shuttled from place to place on boats, she’s also been leaving notes where she can. When they reach their final destination they are placed in a paddock with other women. Women from all over the world some crying, some beaten, others just huddled together. One woman brave enough to speak tells Brenna there were more women coming and they were all being sold. Now more than ever, Brenna hopes Jerricho or some SEALs show up to rescue them.

Jerricho is surprised and a bit dismayed when he finds one of Brenna’s note, it simply had his name and an old phone number of his. They also manage to get some additional information that has them needing to find the women quickly. There’s also the problem that there will be more than just two women, and they couldn’t in good conscience leave any of them.

This is a favorite scene.

As soon as the guard was gone again, another rock hit her on the shoulder. She immediately turned and studied the area around her. That she couldn’t see anything was the problem. No light was in the sky tonight. The moon was dark and made it so hard to see anything. Just this sticky soupiness in front of her. As she sat here, another rock hit her.

Finally she picked up the rock and threw it backward. If somebody were there, then at least they would know that she had noticed. But if they weren’t there, they could damn well stop throwing rocks at her. Even that logic was so convoluted she wanted to laugh, but she knew any hilarity would come out completely hysterical.

Instead she groaned and dropped her head onto her knees and just rocked in place. Hearing a different movement, she looked over and watched as the guard stepped away a few feet. He spoke to several other men, and they gestured at the river below them. The guard moved toward the mess going on down below.

She watched, trying to figure out just what was happening. And a hand snaked around through the wooden posts and clapped over her mouth. She froze, her eyes pure white in the darkness.

She heard a voice that she recognized, or thought maybe she recognized, as the man whispered in her ear, “Close your eyes. Stay calm. This is a rescue.”

She immediately stiffened and then sagged in place. A rescue? Who? And did she dare believe them? She had seen all kinds of shenanigans going on here and didn’t trust any of the guards or any of the people who had come with any of the women. It seemed like anybody would cheerfully slice the other’s throat to take over their captives.

As she sat here with this hand over her mouth, she wondered about the closed eyes order, when he whispered again in her ear, “Close your eyes. They’ll think you’re sleeping. The whites of your eyes shine in the darkness.”

She gave an ever-so-slightl nod and slammed her eyes shut.

His hand eased back, and he asked, “You’ll stay quiet?” She nodded again. “There’s room for you to slide through the fence slats,” he said. “Can you do that?” She shook her head. “Why not?”

In as low a voice as she could, she whispered, “All these women need to go too.”

“They will,” he said, “but it’ll take us a little bit longer.” She thought she recognized the voice but just something about it was very different. She shook her head. “I can’t leave them.”

“That’s good news,” he said, “but you’re just making it more difficult.”

She shook her head again, but she reached down with her left hand and squeezed Jessie’s shoulder hard. Jessie shifted back and up, looking at her. “What’s the matter?” And she pointed behind her. Jessie turned ever-so-slightly, and her eyes widened, and her mouth opened up. But Brenna slapped her hand over Jessie’s mouth. Brenna just stared at her, their eyes white, staring at each other.

Jessie leaned forward and whispered, “Who is it?”

“US SEALs,” she said.

At that, Jessie’s eyes opened wide in joy.

Brenna shook her head. “We’re not safe. Hang on. It’s … It’ll get ugly.”

With more understanding than she’d expected, Jessie immediately nodded, looked back at whomever was behind Brenna, and asked, “What do you want us to do?”

“I need you to slip through the wood railing here, so that we can pull you up and off to another area, where we can defend you.”

“But all these women are in trouble,” Jessie said.

“And the plan is to rescue everyone, but I need to get some of you out.”

At that, Jessie immediately slipped through the wood without any issue and, at his order, raced up and over the hillside, keeping quiet and low in the shadows.

“Now will you come?” asked the man behind her. She immediately slid through the wood, trying desperately hard not to make any noise. Then the man said, “Stay down on the ground, don’t run, go very quietly.” And, with that, she slipped up in the same direction that Jessie had disappeared to. What she didn’t realize was the man followed her.

As soon as she got over the hill, she saw a whole pile of shadows on the far side. She raced toward them, only to come up against a solid wall. Arms immediately wrapped around her from behind, pulled her to a stop, and she was told to sit.

Not knowing if she was being taken captive yet again by somebody else, she sat, grateful she was no longer down in the auction house corral but not sure that she wouldn’t be ordered to go right back there.

A small flashlight was turned on and shone into her face. “Brenna?”

She gasped. “Yes,” she said. “Who are you?”

The flashlight turned on the man in front of her. She took one look, burst into tears, and flung her arms around his neck. “Jesus, Jerricho. I was so hoping someone would contact you.” And she hugged him tight.
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Things are not going to be simple and it takes quite a while to get the women to relative safety.

In the process Jerricho and Brenna get to know one another again. Brenna has changed a lot since they were together, an awakening of sorts. Of course Jerricho is a bit clueless that he’s falling for his ex and Killian is more than a little amused by that.

Full of suspense, intrigue, action and a touch of sizzle. I couldn’t put this book down!

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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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Guarded By The Cowboy – WEST Protection Book 2 by Em Petrova


Guarded by the Cowboy
WEST Protection Book 2
By
Em Petrova

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Boone Wynton is one of the top bodyguards on the WEST Protection team and in the country. So taking a job to protect the wife of a billionaire oil tycoon seems like a breeze—until he learns he can’t get near the possessive man’s wife unless he’s married. His only option? A coworker who hates him. Maybe she is kind of pretty, and her lips drive him crazy—as long as she isn’t speaking.

Cyber-security guru Lauralee Sheldon has worked at WEST Protection all of a month—exactly long enough to learn she can’t stand Boone Wynton. The only way she’ll act as his fake wife is for the sake of protecting a vulnerable woman, and even then on one condition—that Boone never lays a hand on her, even if they are big and perfectly rough.

When fighting turns into foreplay, Boone changes the rules of the game, blurring the lines between real emotions and deception. And with dangers flying at them from all directions, it’s hard to know who to trust. Is it the man Lauralee never believed in?

WEST Protection has been hired to help a billionaire’s wife escape from captivity. Not just any captivity, she’s being held hostage by her husband. In setting up their way in, they find the position of Head of Security is open, only whoever fills this spot has to be married. This is to be Boone’s assignment and in spite of the fact there are plenty of women who would marry him, none of them would be willing to divorce him when the case is finished. So who is Boone going to marry?

Lauralee Sheldon is new to WEST, she’s a cyber specialist and very good at her job. She gets along well with everyone, but Boone really pushes her buttons, and not in a good way. When confronted with marrying him and saving a trapped woman or them having to pass on the job, she agrees with the understanding she’s hands off.

She’s a bit shocked when she discovers the rings Boone obtained are real, but goes with the flow throughout the ceremony and the getting to know you chat on the way to the Black Ranch.

The interview with Black was interesting to say the least especially the plans for Lauralee.

This is a favorite scene.

Thornburne gave Black a nod and then led him away from the office. In the hall, they found Lauralee seated on the bench, hands clasped in her lap. Her pink cheeks told him she was still seething over Black’s misogynistic comment. Wait until she learned she was now going to be scrubbing Black’s floors or pressing his shirts.

He’d tell her later. Didn’t seem to be much point in rocking boats right now.

He caught her by the hand. The feel of her fingers entwined with his was beginning to feel more natural, which was good for their cover.

“First, you can bring in your bags. Then I’ll show you to your quarters,” Thornburne told them.

In silence, they made the turns to exit the same way they’d entered and collected their bags. On the way to their quarters, he memorized the layout of the house, even though soon enough he’d get a good read on it via video surveillance. As they moved past closed doors, he couldn’t help but wonder which one housed Black’s wife, assuming she’d be kept near Black.

A few turns later, Thornburne stopped before a nondescript door in a hallway full of them. “This is you. You’re lucky—there’s a private bathroom. The rest of the employees share, and the maids sleep two to a room.”

He looked down at Lauralee. She was oblivious to his meaning, but Boone knew this package deal had been decided long before they’d entered that office. No deal had been made—he’d been simply told what to do, and now they were going to obey orders.

For now.

“I’ll leave you to unpack. I’ll return in twenty minutes to show you around, Marks.” Thornburne once again looked down on Lauralee. “You can start immediately.”

She opened her mouth to question him, but Boone quickly opened the door and ushered her inside. He barely got the door closed and his back firmly against it to keep her from bolting out when she rounded on him.

“What is going on? What does he mean, start immediately? What am I starting?”

Judging by those silvery sparks in her gray eyes, he was in for a wild time once he told her.

He struggled to find a way to break the news to her that she’d be setting aside her hard-won skills to push a mop bucket. His guard training didn’t give him any answers, so he turned to what he knew of women. His momma and sister Corrine liked to be told something good before the bad. He’d seen his father do it with both women. Supper sure was good, honey, but we won’t be having any more beans this season because the rabbits ate the entire crop.

Lauralee waited, impatience burning in her eyes and fists balled at her sides. “Boone?”

“You’d better start thinking of me as Brodie.” He pitched his voice low. The walls didn’t look very thick or soundproof.

“Fine,” she whispered hotly. “Brodie!”

“Well, Lara, Black was very impressed with you.”

She rolled her eyes.

“So impressed, actually, that he would like to hire you too.”

Her eyes popped. “Running security?”

Knowing he had to crush the hope he saw in her face brought him down another couple pegs on the enthusiasm scale. “As a maid.”

“A what!” Her outburst was loud enough to surely be heard throughout the wing of the rambling ranch.

He stepped toward her and grasped her shoulders. “We’re a package deal.”

“Did you know before you dragged me into this?”

“No, but clearly it was planned out.” He nodded his head toward the foot of the bed, where a maid’s uniform was neatly folded.

Her gaze landed on the uniform, and her lips curled in outrage. “I’m a maid? And I have to wear that thing? I look horrible in that shade of blue! Oh. My. God.” She pulled free of his grasp, walked to the bed, picked up the uniform and unfurled the dress with a sharp flap of her hands.

For three full heartbeats, she stared at the garment with its ruffle around the neck. Then she did something he would never, ever have expected from his new, very controlled, studious bride.

She hurled it down to the floor and stomped on it. When she whirled on him, her eyes blazed. “You wear it! I’ll head the security.”
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Finding where Mrs. Black is being kept is quite the obstacle until Lauralee volunteers to take a tray up when the assigned maid doesn’t show.

Boone also discovers Black has more than a few enemies and it’s apparent they need to get the wife out as soon as they can.

Lots of suspense as Boone and Lauralee not only make plans for the rescue but also find they really don’t dislike each other at all. Some fun as well as seriously sizzling scenes.

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Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.

She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.


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Hot SEAL, Independence Day – SEALs in Paradise – Holiday Edition Book 6 by Elle James



Hot SEAL, Independence Day
SEALs in Paradise/Brotherhood Protectors
Holiday Edition Book 5
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle James

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Navy SEAL who wants nothing to do with commitment, is forced to protect his neighbor and her unborn baby when her past comes calling.

Jack “Mars” Marsten lives in an apartment he never made a home. He made the mistake of marrying right out of boot camp to his high school sweetheart. When his wife left him during BUDS training, he vowed never to marry again. No entanglements.

Period.

Diedre Anne Tyler is pregnant and hiding from her ex-boyfriend who beat her when he found out she was pregnant. She told him she’d lost the baby, even though she hadn’t. She left him, changed her name to Anne Smith and is hiding in an apartment next door to a cranky Navy SEAL who barely says hello. Which is just as well. The fewer people who know her and where she is, the less chance of her ex finding her.

Until he does…

When trouble comes calling, Anne hides in her neighbor’s apartment. Jack wants nothing to do with the woman but can’t send her back to deal with her problem on her own. Stuck with the woman, he’s now responsible for keeping her alive until her baby is born. How hard could that be? Harder than he originally thought when he finds himself falling for the pretty mother-to-be. No-commitment Jack sinks deeper into his own kind of trouble where Anne is concerned.

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Jack ‘Mars’ Marsden is looking forward to two weeks leave. He’s heading to Montana where Hank Patterson has offered him a fishing cabin. It will be just him and the fly fishing he’s been wanting to try, peaceful and quiet.

Dierdre Anne Tyler had finally escaped her abusive boyfriend. She’s managed to stay off the grid, using only her middle name and waitressing for only tips she did manage a small apartment. Unfortunately her ex is a hacker and finds her, probably using the cameras around the city. Her escape plan has her climbing over to her neighbors balcony and hopefully hiding inside his apartment.

Jack isn’t home when Anne enters his apartment, when he arrives she hides in his closet. Unfortunately hunger hits her while he’s in the shower and she sneaks to the kitchen to check out the fridge for something to satisfy her cravings. Finding pizza she gets back to her hiding spot only to get sick, the pizza not sitting well due to her pregnancy. She barrels into Jack as she runs to the bathroom. Quite frankly she is lucky he didn’t shoot her.

While Jack gets why she’s in his apartment as she explains her situation, he doesn’t know why she won’t accept at least a little help. He doesn’t particularly care for the surprise of her stowing away in the back of his truck.
His first stop is Vegas and he figures that’s a good place to leave Anne. That is until her ex shows up and actually manages to wound him as well as destroy his truck. No way is he going to let Anne deal with this alone, he’d get her to Montana and Hank and the brotherhood protectors would keep her safe.

This is a favorite scene.

As the miles passed and the monotony of the desert stretched before him, Jack thought about the woman who sat beside him. He wondered what her story was. Why she’d ended up moving in with Derek. “Do you have some family somewhere?” he asked. “Should you let your folks know you’re all right?”

The lights from the dash cast a soft glow over her face. “No,” she said. “My parents were older when I was born. They didn’t think they could have children, until I came along. Unfortunately, my father died just before he turned sixty. My mother died shortly afterward of a broken heart. I had just started college and had to drop out. They didn’t have much in the way of savings. I guess they were expecting to live a lot longer. Dad was still working when he died of a massive heart attack. Their insurance was only enough to cover his burial expenses, and then the rest of it went toward my mother’s and paying off their credit cards. I couldn’t afford the house payment, so I had to let it go back to the bank. Without a college education, I had to work doing the only thing I knew how to do and that was being a waitress.”

“Is that where you met Derek?” Jack asked.

She nodded. “Yes. He came in every morning for coffee. If it wasn’t busy, he’d talk with me. He’d seemed nice enough. When he asked me out on a date, I said yes. I was living in a house that had been divided into several apartments. It was the only thing I could afford on a waitress’s salary and tips. Derek was very attentive and pleasant when I was so sad over the loss of my parents. He took me out to eat and to the movies. It was nice not to be sad. Since I didn’t have any family, he kind of filled that void. The owner of the house I lived in ended up going to jail for tax fraud. The house was sold, and the occupants had to find new lodgings. That’s when Derek suggested I move in with him. I wasn’t able to find any other rental property or anything I could afford. His offer seemed to be a godsend. I packed up my stuff and moved in.” She laughed without mirth. “And that’s when everything changed.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “It’s almost like he targeted you. Did you tell him you didn’t have any family?”

Anne nodded. “I thought of that. But, by then, it was too late. I was living with him. I was getting an idea of what he was doing with his computer.”

“And if he was hacking into computer databases, he might have wanted you under wraps to keep you from telling anyone else about his nefarious activities.”

She nodded. “I didn’t agree with what he was doing. It was wrong. But, more than that, I really wanted to be free of him.”

“And now?” Jack asked.

Her jaw hardened. “I’d like to put him away so he can’t hurt me or anybody else again.” Her gaze went to Jack’s ribs where Derek had stabbed him.

“I’m all right,” Jack assured her. “I’ve had much worse injuries. Although that doesn’t make what he did right. You’re lucky he didn’t sink that knife deeper into your throat.” Jack reached out and touched her neck just below where Derek’s knife had nicked her. “If he had stabbed you in just the right spot, you would’ve bled out before I could’ve done anything to help you.” His brow furrowed. “I shouldn’t have charged in like I did.”

“But it worked,” she said. “It caught him off guard.”

“Yeah, but he could just as easily have slit your throat instead of turning that knife on me.”

“You can’t second guess yourself,” she said. “You got me away from him.”

Jack’s lips twitched. “Seems like you got yourself away from him with that jab to his ribcage.”

“Only because he loosened his hold when he went after you,” she reminded him.

“Then we’ll have to agree we helped each other,” Jack said.

Anne nodded, staring straight ahead into the darkness. “Doing something is better than playing the victim.”

“Yes, it is,” Jack said. “You’ve got gumption.”

“And you’ve got skills,” she said. “I wish I had those same skills. I would never have been in the situation I am now.”

“You need to take some self-defense classes.”

She snorted. “That kind of thing costs money. I was barely making enough to pay the rent and put food on the table.”

“Maybe Hank can help you out with that, too,” Jack said.

Her lips formed a thin line. “I don’t like being a charity case.”

“No, but you’d like it even less being dead. Sometimes, you have to accept a little help until you can get on your feet.”

She nodded, her hand going to rest over her belly.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“You’re holding your stomach like you don’t feel well.”

She shifted her arm to the armrest. “I feel fine.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked. When she didn’t answer he went on, “Because if you are, so am I. Either way, if there’s a place to stop, I’ll grab something.”

“I’m going to keep track of everything you spend on me,” she said. “And someday, I will pay you back.”

“You’re paying me back by keeping me company.”

Anne laughed. “Why would you want company on a vacation when you set out to be alone?”

He lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “It’s not so bad. I’ve been with my team so long I thought I needed a break from them. The drive up from San Diego was just a little bit…” his mouth twisted, “lonely.”

“Maybe you just needed a vacation with fewer people. Maybe not with no people,” she said.

“Good point.”

“And I’m only with you until we get to Hank Patterson’s place,” she said. “Then you’ll get that peace and quiet you wanted so badly.”

He nodded. The thought of leaving her with Hank should have made him happy, but he felt somewhat responsible for her still and wondered what member of Hank’s team would be assigned to protect her. He trusted Hank because he knew him. He had served with Hank in Iraq. And though Hank was a good judge of character, Jack didn’t know the other members of Hank’s team, those that he might assign to protect Anne.

Jack would want to meet the guy Hank had in mind for the mission. He’d want to know his background and skillset.

Anne’s ex-boyfriend might not be a former SEAL or special ops soldier, but he was a sneaky bastard. Jack knew firsthand what he was capable of. He touched a hand to his ribs.

The guy was dangerous, and he was persistent. Though he’d gotten away, he wouldn’t give up easily. His misguided belief that Anne belonged to him would lead him back to find her. He’d wait for his opportunity and make his move when nobody was looking. Would Hank’s guy be ready?
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Anne has managed to keep her pregnancy a secret but Sadie figures it out almost right away. With most of the Protectors on assignment, it’s decided that Anne would accompany Jack to the fishing cabin. It’s way off the grid with a satellite phone the only way to communicate.So no way for Derek to find them.

I love seeing Hank, Sadie and some of the protectors, they really do have most of the answers.

A page-turning read with a slow build relationship, fun, action and some sizzle.

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Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.

As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!

Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.

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Planet Bear – Shifter’s World Book 1 By Rebecca Royce


Planet Bear
Shifter’s World Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce

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Jessica White never intended to stray from her intended path. Her assignment was hard but simple. Travel through the unrestricted path of space corridor that runs between Planet Bear, Planet Wolf, and Planet Cat to human territory to deliver the packages the Union have entrusted her with. The pay day she gets when she completes her job will seriously help her family. But when she gets attacked and ends up crash landing on Planet Bear, her life changes immediately.

Finn, Cole, and Rylan aren’t just any shifters—they run the planet—and if they want their human mate accepted they’re going to change everything to get what they want. She is their mate. Everyone else can get out of their way. But Jessica isn’t at all sure she wants to go along with this mating. Their furniture is too big, their food is weird, she’s not a bear shifter, and she can’t defend herself from crazy bears shifting to threaten her life.

The brothers three will have to convince her they’re worth all the adjustment or lose her to space.

Jessica White’s first run for Union Delivery is going to be on the other side of the Shifter space. Even though she questioned it they didn’t change it. Shifter space is difficult to traverse and landing on a shifter planet is a death sentence. All is going well on the flight except for some shaking which she hoped would be the worst of it. That is until shots from the Wolf Planet hit her ship. She’s barely able to get out a call for help before she crash lands on the Bear Planet.

Not knowing how long she’s been unconscious she is surprised to be alive. Discovering her cargo was gold makes her hopeful she will be rescued but first she needs to get away from the wreckage. Exhausted and hungry she finally comes across a house.

This is a favorite scene.

The giant from the kitchen and two more, whose high cheekbones had to signify they were the brothers he’d mentioned. Unless all bear shifters looked like that. Maybe they did. Brown hair. Brown eyes. High cheekbones. The one closest to me had a slightly more rounded face, and the third man, who stood next to the one I’d sort of met, had a cleft in his chin.

The closest of them, presumably the one who had been speaking to me, put a straw to my mouth, and I sipped. Water rushed down my throat quickly, and I nearly choked, which had him pulling the drink away from me.

“Slowly. You’re dehydrated, and you fainted. Exhaustion, maybe. I don’t like your head injury. Your physiology is the same as ours in this state. You’re just fragile. Don’t fret. We’ll see to it that you are okay from here on in.”

The third one spoke. “You’re sure, Cole? I won’t risk her. I mean, I don’t understand how this is happening, but it is, so I won’t allow anything to happen to her. She’s so small. So likely to break.”

“She is fragile, for sure. But maybe tougher than she looks at the same time,” the one who had been called Cole answered. “She did survive out there somehow on her own, and we’re nowhere near the wreckage.” He rose from the bed. “You need food and maybe something to make your head stop hurting since you can’t shift.”

Shift. The word made me want to pull the covers up over my head and hide. That wouldn’t do me any good, but it was everything I could do in the world not to simply give in and hide under the blankets. The first guy had told me I was safe and then used the word mate. I didn’t know what customs and rules were on this planet or with their species, but there were all kinds of ways to hurt someone.

I swallowed. My throat was still dry, but I forced myself to speak. “What are you going to do with me? Or to me?”

The three of them stared at each other for a long second before they all turned to look at me. First guy spoke. “I’ve told her that she would be safe here. That I was in charge of what would happen. She didn’t hit her head when she fell, but perhaps the crash? That bump and the cut? Do you suppose she has brain damage?”

“I don’t have brain damage.” I sat up straight in the bed, which was when it occurred to me that I was in bed. I guessed that answered my cave question. They slept in beds. Or at least they had one. I had to keep track of what I’d been saying. “It’s a reasonable question. I am here illegally, but not purposefully. I don’t wish to cause any harm. I’m sorry I stole your porridge. I. . .”

I took a deep breath. “You said I was safe, but then you used that word—mate—and I am not going to do that just because I took the porridge. I have gold in my bag. I’ll pay you.”

The third one held up his hand. He spoke to his brother. “We’re having a meaning of the word problem. That means something different to them, and she can’t understand scent as we do.”

First guy made a noise in his throat that sounded like a growl. “Okay. We’ll start over. I did bumble it. I was in the shower. The aroma hit me. It was all I could do to get down the stairs and not destroy things to do so. You had the same reaction. You might have made mistakes too if she had been conscious when you got here.”

Cole sighed. “Hold on, you two. Please. You’ll have to excuse my brothers. Oldest and youngest. They bicker while I make peace. We are the Durojo family. You are in our house. You met Finn first. He was here when you arrived.” First guy nodded to me. “He is the oldest of our family and the leader of this planet. I’m Cole. I have some medical skills. That is why I examined you. And my youngest brother, Rylan. He’s actually been looking for you for several days. You managed to elude him. You’ll have to tell him sometime how you did that. And he’ll have to tell us why he kept the fact that he scented what you would be to us to himself.”

“Hasn’t exactly been the time.” Rylan growled, his voice lowering. “It is illegal. I wasn’t going to discuss it with strangers. I was waiting until the three of us could be alone.”

I got up on my knees. I understood about half of what they were talking about, but I wasn’t worried about it. The fundamentals of things had not changed. I had to get out of here before whatever they smelled caused them to hurt me.

“I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry I came in here uninvited. I can go. You never have to see me again.”

Finn scrunched up his face. “We’re not angry. Relieved, in some ways. And confused. But not upset.” He patted the top of my leg. “I was going to feed you. I scent hunger from you, and if we are to proceed, in whatever way we can possibly do that, then I need to make sure you are cared for first.”

Rylan laughed. “You were going to cook? You don’t cook.”

“Maybe I was going to warm something. I would have gotten her fed.”

I shook my head. “I think we’re having a little bit of a translation problem.” They all turned to stare at me when I said that. Okay, that was good. They could take me seriously. I had a chip in my ear that let me hear in my own language. Although these shifters hated people from other planets, presumably they must have them, too, since they could hear me just fine. Otherwise, planet-to-planet, and sometimes within one planet itself, people would struggle to make themselves understood.

Still, things went askew. This had to be one of those times. I pointed to my ear. “I’m hearing things that don’t make sense, and that is fine. That happens. My name is Jessica White. I work for the Union as a courier. I bring things through space. Well, this was my first mission.” Rylan opened and closed his mouth. I didn’t know what he was going to say or why he decided not to speak. Or maybe that was some kind of tic thing he did. It didn’t matter right then.

I had their attention, so I continued. “I was flying through the assigned corridor of space, and the wolves shot some kind of planet to space missile and knocked me off the corridor and sent me crashing onto your planet. I don’t really remember anything from after the strike until I woke. I was pretty sure I was going to die. My family tends to be blown up in lots of different ways, but the end result is the same. We just do.”

Cole rubbed his chin and rocked back on his feet, but he didn’t interrupt. I really appreciated them not talking over me. Whatever the glitch was in our language chips, we could overcome it if we just all listened very carefully.

“I know that you guys, as a rule, don’t allow non shifters here. That is fine. I don’t want to be here. My people will come get me. I can either wait until they do somewhere else, or maybe you could contact them.” I might have been expendable, and I really hoped I wasn’t, but the gold would get them here fast. “You can all go back to your lives.”

Cole shook his head. “I am going to go do the cooking. You can explain this, Rylan. Finn needs to call off the searchers.”

I rubbed my eyes. Why weren’t they focusing on the fundamentals here?

Rylan sat down on the bed next to me, patting my leg under the blanket. “Are you in pain? Cole wanted to get you a pain block. I can do that.”

“I am in pain, but I’m less concerned about that than about the things I said not being answered. I am grateful you are trying to help me. Concerned, but grateful.” There. I’d been magnanimous, hadn’t I? I knew big words sometimes. I could read and did when I had any time.

“Listen, this must be confusing. It is for us too.” Rylan sighed. “You see, we were raised to believe humans smelled bad. That upon encountering a human, we would instantly want to kill it.”

It. I tried not to wince, but failed. His use of that term was exactly what I was afraid of. I was a cockroach to them. Every planet had them. The little bastards probably had their own interstellar travel arrangements.

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat and then abruptly stopped. “I didn’t mean to say what I said the way I said it. I’m not. . .good at this. Finn should be explaining. Okay, listen, we don’t hate the way you smell. If anything, we’re sort of addicted to it. You smell like our mate. I don’t know what you know about us since we know little about you, but we mate as clans. Brothers usually mate the same woman. There are always more males than females. Our kind evolved that way. Helps us protect you better too. You’re ours.”

My mouth fell open. “That’s not possible. I’m not a bear shifter.” Now at least I understood that word Finn had used. “Bear shifters must mate other bear shifters.”

“Yes. Usually. But we don’t often find ourselves with others outside of our population. You’ll adjust to the idea. You’ll like us. We are the strongest clan on the planet. Finn is in charge. It’s an honor to be our mate.”
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Jessica is really freaked out over their declaration she’s their mate. Not just one of them but all three. Finn is the planet leader and they would somehow make all of this work out. Cole and Rylan were sure of it.

They even go so far as to assure her they would make sure she kept her promise to her brother, although they don’t say how that was going to happen.

I really loved this book, it’s got action, suspense, romance and sizzle. All things the original fairy tale didn’t have. I really can’t wait to read Planet Cat!

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

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

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

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

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A Night to Surrender to the Rake: A Steamy Historical Regency Romance Novel by Scarlett Osborne


A Night to Surrender to the Rake
A Steamy Historical Regency Romance Novel
By
Scarlett Osborne

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“She loved him when he was nothing
and she made him whole…”

Susan Evans knows better than anyone how hard life can be. Tormented her entire life because of her heterochromic eyes, she finally decides to run away. Until she comes across the enchanting Marquess’ Manor and she comes face to face with desire…

Alastair Hargreave is a man of many secrets; cold and distant. Having lost his wife and parents in a tragic accident years ago, his days are spent in despair and self-pity, convinced he will never find love again. But one day, he finds a peculiar woman on his doorstep, who sees him for who he really is. Will her love show him the truth?

As their passion and love grow, their self-hate quickly manages to take control. Convinced that they will never be loved by one another, they soon learn a deadly lesson when Susan goes missing and Alastair is left with a single decision: push your grief aside or lose the woman who loved you forever…

Susan shows up on the doorstep of the Marquess estate, battered and worse for wear. Her eyes covered with a blindfold we are informed she is blind so assume it’s to hide some injury.

Alastair is not one to turn someone in need away but he isn’t prepared for this woman to stay in his household. That is until his housekeeper gives him an ultimatum. Now Susan is his daughter Grace’s companion and as they get closer the child tells her some of her fears. One of which Susan knows she must discuss with Alastair.

Now Alastair is fighting the feelings he has for Susan, he feels like he’s betraying his deceased wife. However he also feels more alive and happy than he has in years.

This is a favorite scene.

Her cheeks turned pink under the pale skin. For the first time, he noticed that she had some freckles dotting her cheeks – just enough to look sweet. “Do not misunderstand me, please,” she said. “By all means, fetch a maid. I simply do not wish to be overheard, for what I have to say is Grace’s private business.”

Alastair struggled with that for a moment, then he stood and closed the door most of the way over before returning to his seat. “Nobody will overhear,” he said. “We are alone.”

To his surprise, she stiffened at that. Her mouth twisted and she nervously played with her hands in her lap.

“But,” he said, confused by her reaction, “The door is only partly closed. We aren’t completely lost to inappropriate behavior, as unorthodox as this situation may be.”

She didn’t say anything, but he saw how the tension evaporated from her at that. Had she issues with being alone with men, perhaps? Had it something to do with the state she had been in that night when she’d turned up at his door?

He couldn’t bring himself to ask, and so instead he leaned forward on the desk and said, “I brought you here to speak about Grace, but it seems you have something to say as well. Is it related to why she turned up in tears, alone?”

“Yes,” Susan replied. She didn’t even flinch. Her face was pointed toward him and, though she couldn’t see him, he found himself feeling as though he was trapped in her gaze anyway. “Grace told me today that she believes that she is cursed. She says that none of the children of your acquaintances will befriend her as a result.”

Alastair swore under his breath. “I thought she’d grown away from that,” he muttered. Then, more clearly, he said, “I wasn’t aware that this was still a problem. I have told her time and again that what happened to my parents and her mother was not her fault.”

“Yet she doesn’t believe it,” Susan replied. “Which is a severe problem which, as her companion and her father, I feel that we are bound to deal with as soon as possible.”

Alastair was amazed by how openly she spoke, especially compared to her usual nervous manner, but it seemed that, for Grace’s sake, she had taken on a much more confident attitude. He found that he rather liked it. It made him happy to think that in just two short weeks, Grace had bonded so well with this woman – even if he himself still wasn’t quite sure what to feel about Susan.

“Are you aware of what fate befell my parents and my late wife?” Alastair asked.

“Grace said there was an accident,” Susan replied. “She said that she was supposed to be with them, but…”

“It was the driver’s fault,” Alastair replied darkly. “He was drunk. If he had confessed and allowed someone else to drive, my family would still be alive today. Common folk, they’re all the same – they act as they please and allow us to clean up the mess.”

He had not meant to say that, and he regretted it almost instantly when Susan’s tension returned. “My parents were farmers, My Lord,” she replied coolly. “They spent their lives making up for errors made by the nobility. I am sorry about what happened to your family, but to denounce us all! Without my parents, you would never have had food on your table. Without Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, I doubt you would be running a functional household.”

Alastair felt heat and ice wash over him. He had been reprimanded in the exact same way by Mrs. Jenkins several times when he had accidentally let such a comment slip. This, however, was the first time he had felt so exposed and ashamed.

“I… you are right, of course,” he said, because he didn’t know what else to say. “Forgive me. I did not mean to slight your parents.”

“you are not the only one who knows loss, Lord Westbridge,” Susan replied in almost a whisper.

Alastair shifted uncomfortably in his chair and did not reply. What more could he say?

“Let’s return to Grace,” Susan suggested. “The child believes that she is cursed. The noble children shun her, and you will not allow her to approach the children of the village. She is a lovely girl, but outside of the Jenkinses, you, and now me, she is shy and upset almost all of the time.”

“What do you suggest that I do?” he asked, frowning. Susan leaned forward, her own hands on the desk. Alastair tried to ignore the mad urge he had to take them in his. “Allow me to arrange a day out with some of the local children,” Susan said. “Yes, the common children. I shall accompany her, but she will not appear to them as their Lady. Just as a new friend.”

“Unheard of,” Alastair said immediately. “If news of such association got out, it could ruin her reputation.”

“If she continues with no associations at all, it could ruin her life,” Susan argued. “My Lord, I am not trying to tell you how to be a parent. I am not a noble and I do not know the intricacies of your Society. But I do know children, and I am pleading with you to allow me to give that little girl a chance at living.”

Alastair felt a lump in his throat and found himself leaning back in his chair, stunned by the power of her speech. “I… you feel passionately about this.”

“I do,” Susan replied. “I know how it is to be a cursed, lonely child.”

She whipped her head away sharply then, but not before Alastair thought he caught sight of wet tears staining her blindfold.

He was silent for a few moments, then nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Take the rest of the day off. In exchange, you will work this Sunday and accompany us to church. Afterward, if you can find a way to convince Grace, we may allow her to mingle with the young people there.”

Susan sniffed and raised her hand to her face, still turned away from him. “Excellent,” she said. “Then, if you do not mind, I shall retire to my rooms. Please tell Grace that she is being silly and that I will always be her friend.”

Alastair watched as she stood, then nodded, mostly to himself. “I will,” he said. “Do you need me to call for an escort for you?”

“No,” Susan replied. She walked to the side of the room, feeling along the wall until she found the door. “I will manage.”

Alastair nodded. When she pulled the door fully open, it felt like something – some tension, some pressure, something dark and intense but glorious – escaped the room. Once it was gone, he felt bereft.
Scarlett Osborne. A Night to Surrender to the Rake: A Steamy Regency Romance (Kindle Locations 741-798). Scarlett Osborne.

While Alistair has divulged much of his past to Susan she has not been as open to him. She has secrets she believes would have him throwing her out the door.

When Alastair takes on a new partner in his diamond business, the man is quite annoying when it comes to skimming the lines of morality. It’s this man who opens a whole can of worms where Susan is concerned.

The tension and heat between Alastair and Susan evolves into a romance and quite a few steamy scenes.

This is a fun and suspenseful historical romp.

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Born in the Sunshine State of Florida, but of both British and Nordic descent, Scarlett Osborne grew up reading historical romances from the land of her ancestors. Fascinated with the British society of the 1800s and armed with a wild imagination, she obtained a degree in Creative Writing and immediately started her career as a Regency romance author.

A daydreamer extraordinaire, Scarlett likes to jump in the shoes of her heroines, immersing herself in her own stories, living the adventures that she wished she had experienced as a child. An avid reader and fan of the outdoors, Scarlett spends her free time either reading or going on long horseback rides along with her two sons.

Get lost in a land of enchantment, where adventure and love await around every corner…Scarlett hopes that through her heroes, you too will get to live a whirlwind romance in the Regency era, when fairytales were real and all dreams possible!


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Debut Novel: Home for a Hero – Finding Home by Chloe Alan


Home for a Hero
Finding Home – Debut Novel
By
Chloe Alan

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Welcome to Home, Colorado,
theme-wedding capital of the world,
where secrets, lies, and hidden identities
are included at no extra cost.

Veteran Callan O’Shea wants nothing more than to drop off the grid and manage his PTSD the only way he knows how—away from crowds and family demands. When a friend asks for help, Callan can’t refuse, and the quirky small town provides the perfect cover—even if it means building the mayor’s wish list of themed wedding props.

Journalist Vicky Alexander needs a place to lie low and plan a career comeback. Her mom’s plea to investigate who’s harassing the locals is just the opportunity she needs, but meeting a mysterious, sexy stranger with as many scars as secrets tempts Vicky’s bruised heart.

Working together to expose a powerful developer’s dirty tactics ignites a desire neither wants to ignore. Falling for each other is against the rules. Until it isn’t.

When Home’s enemy targets Vicky, can Callan wage war with his inner demons and be the hero Vicky needs?

Come to Home and meet a sexy hero with a secret, the woman he can’t ignore, and a small town ready to make your wedding fantasies come true.

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Small town Home, Colorado needs a major economic boost. The Mayor Judith Jones and town board has come up with a great idea. Wedding destination, any scenario you want for the wedding of your dreams. The mayor’s wedding would be the first, based on Princess Diana’s Wedding to Prince Charles.

John Lyon has inherited a house and his father’s business in Home, unfortunately he can’t be there as a development company is trying to buy up all the land around Home. He asks his best friend Callan to help him out, now everyone in Home thinks he’s John and that’s been working out fine. That is until Vicky Alexander shows up.

Vicky has come home after her career as a DC journalist is almost destroyed, her boyfriend dumped her and she’s almost broke. She can’t let her mother, the mayor know all this or she’ll be sticking her nose where Vicky doesn’t want it.

John and Vicky had been best friends until John’s parents divorced and his mother took him away from Home. The memories that Callan will be faced with won’t protect the fact he isn’t John. However Vicky surprises him in many ways, including her reactions to his strange behavior caused by his PTSD.

Incidents of vandalism around the wedding props slowly but surely are escalating as Blake corporation ups its bids on all the properties it wants. Both Vicky and Callan are investigating the goings on, but Vicky is looking into the corporation itself while Callan is looking for evidence the corporation is behind it all.

Vicky accepts Callan for who he is and the attraction is undeniable. I think saving the brochures is one of my favorite parts of this book.

Here’s just a peek.

What the hell had he allowed himself to get into?

“Come on, at least try to smile,” Vicky coaxed.

“Come over here to the carriage. That’s right. John why don’t you hold Vicky’s hand while she’s stepping up into the carriage? Yes, that’s good. Smile at each other.” The mayor and Lil gave directions, overlapping each other in their enthusiasm for the project.

“We’re trying to sell romance here, remember?” Vicky teased. He caught the humor in her voice but didn’t feel it himself. He’d rather be dropped back into the middle of a fire fight getting his ass handed to him than pretend to be the ecstatic groom enjoying wedded bliss with his princess bride.

He grasped Vicky around the waist and hoisted her up onto the top step of the carriage. Wide-eyed she looked down at him, a grin tilting the edge of her pink lips.

He held her there a minute, and her breathless surprise pulled to him. He stepped one foot onto the bottom rung of the small three step ladder which moved him a few inches closer.

Cheers and claps interrupted the train of his thoughts, which had been running toward pushing her further into the carriage and taking the reins and driving the horses to anywhere but there.

Vicky laughed and stepped back, out of his hands. “I think you have some fans.” He followed her up into the carriage.

“Good, now, sit closer. Half toward each other,” Lil called. They moved around each other and tried to figure out what the amateur photographer wanted.

“Vicky, lean in, and John, put your arm around the back and move closer.” Ms. Jones demanded from her side of the spectacle. Their impromptu photo shoot was drawing a crowd. The mayor had immediately had the carriage and horses brought over, and by the time he and Vicky were dressed in their wedding attire, a smattering of people stood around discussing what the fuss was all about. An hour later and there was a sizable crowd cheering on every move and making their own suggestions. It was an absolute nightmare, save for the vision sitting next to him.

The horses whinnied and Tom, the horse wrangler turned driver, quieted them in a soothing tone. “They want to go for a walk now that I’ve got them all hooked up,” he explained.

“Not yet, Tom, we need a few more shots. Can you get out of the way?” The mayor turned her attention back to the models. “John, why don’t you get up there on the driver’s bench, and, Vicky, you stay in your seat. Lean back, yes, look up like you’re running away for a romantic honeymoon.”

Callan moved to the front and took the reins from Tom. Tom hopped down and the horses shifted and whinnied. “Whoa,” Vicky said behind him with a short laugh. The team shifted again but held still. “You got this, John?”

A hint of nervousness tinged her question. “It’s fine. Just stay seated.”

He liked the outdoors fine and had spent plenty of time roughing it, learning to like rocks and dirt as his mattress and pillows, but horses were a whole different realm. His father being a senator from Colorado meant the one summer he’d spent with him as a kid he had to take riding lessons, and that was about as much horse-knowhow he had.

Tom spoke slowly and quietly, “Don’t you worry now, John. As long as you talk to them real nice and keep a steady hand on the reins, they’ll listen for sure. These angels have been through it all, they aren’t likely to do much but want to walk you around and get a snack. Pretty much have to drop a firework in their face to spook ’em now.”

“Thanks, Mr. Tom. They’re beautiful.” Vicky smiled at the man who jumped down, leaving them to manage on their own. For the first five minutes, the horses did exactly as he expected.

The suit itched around the collar, and he started pulling at it. “We’re almost done. You’re doing great.” Vicky sounded half like a mom and half like a cheerleader.

“Just hold them steady. That’s great.” Lil snapped some photos from the side and then climbed on to a ladder one of the spectators had brought her.

“Now, let’s move to just under that tree over there. Can you do that John?” He managed to drive the team over toward where Lil had pointed, with Tom running alongside, just keeping up.

“Okay, now do something fun. Tom, can you keep the horses steady and stay out of the shot?”

Tom grumbled under his breath but agreed, smiling at Lil. “Sure thing.” He looked up at Callan and winked. “It’s best to just agree. I see you got that memo early. It will serve you well.”

“Okay, now, John, how about you and Vicky in the driver’s seat, and, Vicky, you on John’s lap? Let the dress drape over and . . . here, hold these and lean back and laugh.” She handed over a bouquet of flowers another person from the crowd had given her.

“Now, remember, you’re the princess marrying her prince.” Her face reddened at the directions.

Vicky held the flowers in one hand and moved the other toward him for help sitting on his lap.

“You don’t have to sit on my lap if you don’t want to,” he said. They didn’t need to put on a show for everyone watching. It was awkward enough just being on display.

“You sure you’re okay with it?” she asked. The tentative question rubbed him the wrong way.

“I’m fine. The sooner we get this over with the better.” He pulled on the collar of his suit and brushed the hair off his forehead. She reached over and adjusted his tie.

“You look very handsome.” She smiled, and her cool fingers were a light caress where they touched his neck. His response stuck in his throat. She might think he looked handsome, but she was downright stunning.

“Maybe you could take the shawl off for just a photo or two while snuggled on John’s lap?” Lil asked.

Vicky rolled her eyes. She unbuttoned the fluffy silky shawl that was draped around her bare shoulders. She shivered and turned her back to him. He moved back and put his hands on her waist, guiding her in the tight space to sit cross ways on his lap.

“Try not to look so—” Lil started.

“Just smile dammit.” Mayor Jones yelled to them both. He couldn’t help but focus on Vicky’s laughter.

“That’s great. Wonderful.” Lil gave a few more directions, and Vicky leaned back in his arms. He could almost forget reality and enjoy the moment. Her carefree reaction to the ridiculous spectacle they’d become was contagious.

“Perfect,” Lil announced.

The crowd began to clap and cheer.

“You did a good thing today. Thanks for being a good sport.”

His arms around her waist, her face toward his, he could have pulled her into a kiss. Instead, she leaned down and gave him a hug, squeezing a moment before leaning back and tossing the bouquet toward the crowd. Another round of cheers went up.
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There’s so much more going on here, from a kitten to Callan’s real identity, to the weddings themselves this book had me turning the pages to see what would mess up or work out.

We meet many folks and I believe a few need their own happy endings. I hope we don’t have to wait long.

Congratulations on a wonderful, fun, suspenseful, romantic book with just the perfect amount of sizzle.

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Chloe Alan is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.

Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, Chloe has combined her natural curiosity (some might say nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.

Chloe lives in the upper mid-west with her husband, two teens, and a hyper pup named Cocoa. When not writing, she enjoys gardening, cooking, great wine, and sharing a laugh with friends and family.

You can usually find her on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.

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The Hunt – Brotherhood Protectors: Heroes Rising Book 4 by Desiree Holt


The Hunt
Brotherhood Protectors: Heroes Rising Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Desiree Holt

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He needs to find his place in society again…

When Brantford “Wolf” Makalski and his SEAL Team’s dog are both medically discharged after a mission gone wrong, he’s not quite sure what they’ll do with themselves. Checking out an offer from former SEAL and now Sheriff Alex Rossi might provide some answers. The last thing he expects to find in Montana’s Crazy Mountains is a crashed Jeep with a woman inside bleeding from a gunshot wound.

She’s desperate…

Lacey Cooper, a wildlife photographer, is desperate to find her sister, camping in the Crazies with her fiancé. The couple has been out of touch for a week and no one seems unduly disturbed. Then Wolf and Rossi discover that in the past ten years more than a dozen campers have been reported missing and not found. They could be anywhere. The Crazies stretch more than six hundred miles.

What they find is worse than they expected…

While Wolf guards the wounded Lacey, Rossi heads a massive Search and Rescue effort. What they find is worse than they could ever have imagined.

Lacey Cooper has been traveling around the Crazy Mountains searching for her sister Heather and her fiancé Trace, folks aren’t being helpful only saying people disappear all the time in the Crazies.

Brantford ‘Wolf’ Makalski and his MWD Bailey have isolated themselves from the world. Wolf realizes he needs to find something to do and finally takes another look at an invitation from another former SEAL he’d gone through BUDs with, Zane Halstead. Decision made he heads to Montana to meet with Sheriff Alex Rossi and hopes he’ll be a good fit.

Lacey has an appointment with Sheriff Rossi, he’s the first to even entertain her concerns. Hopefully he’ll help her find her sister. Unfortunately she never gets to that appointment, but fortunately her crashed vehicle is spotted by Wolf as he is heading into town.

From that very first moment Wolf knows he has to protect this woman. They couldn’t be certain, whoever shot her and caused the crash wouldn’t come back to finish the job. Alex is concerned as well, since he recognized that she was his appointment. Now he’s even more determined to find the missing couple.

This is a favorite scene.

That arm needs to be checked regularly for swelling. If there is any, ice is the best remedy. And we also want to make sure there’s no infection.”

“Got it covered,” Wolf assured.

He did? Would he be changing her dressing and giving her the medication? She hardly knew him, yet… yet… there was a feeling that with this man she’d be safe no matter what. Does the sheriff know I was shot?” she asked him then shook her head. “Of course he does. That’s how I got here. Does he have any idea who did it? And why? And does it have something to do with Heather and Trace?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have specific answers to either question yet. He thinks, though, it might have something to do with your sister’s disappearance.”

“Really? He actually took me seriously?” She stared up at him.

“Oh, he took you very seriously,” he assured her.

“I’ve been trying for two weeks to get someone to do more than pay lip service to it. Are you telling me he thinks it’s more than them just getting lost?” She couldn’t believe he wasn’t brushing her off with platitudes like almost everyone else had done.

Wolf nodded. “He does. And even though he and I just met, so I don’t yet know him well, I’d bet everything on him finding the answer. SEALs never give up.”

“I’ve heard.” She had to smile. “I’m guessing you were a SEAL, too.”

He nodded, and, for a moment, a look somewhere between bitterness and anger flashed across his face. Then the faint smile returned.

“You don’t mind going to this house with me, wherever it is? Being my babysitter?”

“He’ll be more than a babysitter,” a deep male voice answered. “I needed someone trained in protection and dealing with enemies until we find your sister and her fiancé and catch whoever is behind this.”

Lacey looked at the man in a sheriff’s uniform who walked in. It could have been any deputy, but she was sure this was Alex Rossi himself. Wolf confirmed it when he greeted him.

“Morning, Sheriff. Checking on our patient?”

“Absolutely. Lacey, I’m Alex Rossi. How are you doing this morning?”

“Um, not too bad.” She managed a smile. “Thank you for coming by. I didn’t expect to have our meeting in a hospital.”

“Neither did I. How are you feeling?”

She wanted to tell him her arm felt like someone stuck an arrow into it and left it there, but she hated complaining. Besides, she was pretty sure a former SEAL and current sheriff had experienced much more serious wounds. Instead, she somehow managed a smile.

“Everyone keeps asking. My arm hurts, and my head aches, but I’m alive so that’s good, right?”

“It is for sure. Listen, I called the hospital director this morning. He said they’ll be releasing you as soon as the doctor has checked you one more time. You—”

“To the house Wolf told me about? Is it expensive? I have credit cards—”

She forced herself to draw a breath. The pain in her arm had abated somewhat, as long as she didn’t move it around much. The pain pill was doing its job and the nurse had told her they’d give her a prescription when she was discharged. For the moment, she could somewhat unscramble her brains.

Alex Rossi exchanged a look with Wolf.

“Yes, we’ve got you set up in a nice place. Nothing fancy, but you’ll be comfortable. There’s no charge. It’s part of my wife’s contribution to my SEAL recruitment and, before you say anything, she can afford it.” He grinned. “I married an heiress.”

“Oh.”

Then his face sobered and, for a moment, a bitter look flashed in his eyes. But it was gone so fast, she wondered if she’d imagined it. He looked at Wolf again then back at her.

“You’ve obviously poked someone hard enough with your questions that they wanted to scare you off. And until we find out what happened with your sister and her fiancé, you’ll have full-time protection. Wolf will be staying there with you.”

“He told me.”

If she wasn’t so emotionally on edge because of Heather and Trace, and riding the edge of pain because of her arm and her head, she might have actually been a little excited. Who wouldn’t want to be locked away with a very sexy former SEAL?

Plus, it would be stupid to object. She had no other lodging, and she certainly couldn’t protect herself. But locked away with Wolf Makalski? It unsettled her that in her current physical state, plus the crisis with Heather and Trace, she could be wildly attracted to this man she’d just met. How improper was that?

“I had your car towed,” Alex continued. “The front end was smashed pretty good, but the garage we use will do a good job fixing it. I’ll text you a copy of the accident report for your insurance company.”

“Thank you.” Something else to hassle with. How much worse could things get? Oh, wait. They might never find Heather and Trace. That would be much worse.

“I’ve also got all your stuff from the campground. I locked everything but your clothes in my office. The clothes I took to the house where you’ll be staying, and my wife put them away.”

She was stunned. “I— I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything. The doctor should be by to see you pretty soon,” he went on. “I’m going to drive the two of you to the house you’ll be using. Kujo is meeting us there with your truck, Alex, and with Bailey.”

“Bailey?” Lacey looked from one to the other. “Who’s Bailey.”

Wolf sighed. “Bailey’s my dog. A beautiful Belgian Malinois. He got his medical discharge when I did.” He paused and looked at her. “You’re not afraid of dogs, are you? Or allergic to them?”

She stared from one man to the other then just shrugged.

“No, I love dogs.” What else could she say. “I feel like I’m living someone else’s life. And what about Heather and Trace? Have you found any indications at all about what might have happened to them?”

“Not yet, but I’ve only been on it since yesterday. Believe me. We’ll talk about it when we get to the house. I want to know every single thing you can tell me.”

“I’ll tell you whatever I know. Everything I found out. It isn’t much though.”

“Whatever you can tell me will help.”

And Wolf would be there. With her. How is it possible she felt a connection with this man she hadn’t even known twenty-four hours ago? Was it the danger of the situation? The— The what? She hoped her instincts where Wolf was concerned weren’t malfunctioning because she felt safe with him, and she knew safety was something she was going to need in large doses.

Before anyone could say anything else, the doctor walked in to check Lacey’s arm and her head. And then she was getting her discharge papers, she was being wheeled out to the patient exit, and Wolf was helping her into his fancy truck. She had a deep-down feeling her life was about to change drastically in many, many ways.
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The Brotherhood Protectors have already been pulled in with Kujo and his wife taking care of Bailey while Wolf is watching over Lacey in the hospital. Now everyone will be going to the house Alex’s wife found for Wolf. No one would be getting near Lacey until they figured everything out.

In spite of the almost hair raising tension, there’s some things to make you giggle. The dream sequences are sizzling hot in spite of them being just dreams. The scenes with Heather and Trace are tense and touching as I found myself wanting the teams to hurry up and find them. The relationship between Wolf and Lacey is a simmer to sizzle that is perfect in every way.

I now have to go back and read the prequel books Guarding Jenna and Unmasking Evil, I have them both. I also want to read the rest of this series. I guess I have some serious reading to do.

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USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author.

She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)


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Simply Sexy – Simply Series Book 4 by Carly Phillips


Simply Sexy
Simply Series Book 4
By
NY Times Bestselling Author
Carly Phillips

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It all started with a not-so-innocent sprig of mistletoe…

In retrospect, Rina Lowell should have known that Emma Montgomery’s mistletoe was a matchmaking ploy.

Rina is new to Ashford, new to her newspaper job, new to her whole life. And she can’t wait to write “Hot Stuff”, a series of columns that will definitively pin down what men really want.

When Emma maneuvers her under that pesky sprig of evergreen with Ashford’s prodigal son, Rina can’t resist the chance to plant one on that dark-haired, blue-eyed man’s sensual mouth. She never expected that kiss to go down like a shot of fine tequila. The man is perfect for her, or so she thinks.

When his adoptive father Joe falls ill, globetrotting news reporter Colin Lyons doesn’t hesitate to drop everything to fly home and take over Joe’s baby, the Ashford Times. Which, Colin discovers, is veering away from hard news to sexy, smutty fluff. Something he can’t let happen.

He’s only got until New Year’s to save this sinking ship, and to do that, he needs an ally. Rina, with her sparkling brown eyes and frumpy clothes that make his fingers itch to discover what’s underneath, is the perfect target to help him. Even if it means the job she loves will be cut in the end.

He never expected one kiss to take his simple plan to save the Times and tie it into impossible knots… and possibly cost him the woman he loves.

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Thanks to her grandson Emma Montgomery has a new job, writing a Meet and Greet column for the local Times newspaper. She’s enjoying it immensely and it’s keeping her son the stuffy judge from putting her in a senior home. She really likes the feisty new member of the staff. Rena Lowell is writing a series of columns titled Hot Stuff. Her columns are trying to decipher the workings of the male mind.

Colin Lyons has returned to his hometown, his father Joe had a stroke and is out of commission. The Times is Jim’s lifelong work and now his wife Corinne is running it into the ground. The problem is Colin doesn’t have power of attorney, she does. He has to convince Corinne to drop the fluff and return the paper to it’s original news format. He thinks Rena might be the someone to help him, but his attraction to her has him rethinking that notion.

You know of course that anything involving Emma will also include matchmaking and it seems she has Rena and Colin in her sights. As Christmas approaches she is placing mistletoe strategically around the office. One notably over Colin’s chair.

This is a favorite scene.

From the corner of her eye, Rina saw Emma slip out the door.

“Emma’s gone,” Colin said. He sounded as stunned as she felt at this sudden turn of events, and his voice held a husky, low timbre that resembled rough whiskey.

“And she definitely left some excitement in her wake.”

“Is that what you’d call it?” He studied her shamelessly as if taking her measure. Looking for what Rina couldn’t be sure, but with each passing second, those blue eyes seemed to see inside her.

To read her mind. If he could, he’d know she took this tradition seriously. Now that Emma had put the idea in her mind, she wanted to know what it would feel like to be kissed under the mistletoe. Right now. By Colin.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders, his palms hot and strong. Heat burned within her and her stomach curled with silken anticipation as the need to taste him grew.

“Rina?”

“Yes?”

He removed her glasses, placing them on the desk, and stared. “Did you know you have golden flecks in those brown eyes?”

Unable to speak, she licked her dry lips and was rewarded when his hungry gaze followed the movement.

“Reminds me of sunshine.”

Warmth tingled through her veins. Born and raised in the Bronx and a New York girl at heart, Rina wasn’t shy about asking for what she wanted. And she wanted her new life to begin now. Despite barely knowing Colin, she was going to test the waters. Take whatever he was willing to give. “You should know I’m not one to let a mistletoe moment pass.”

“And you should know I’m not a man who takes a challenge lightly,” he said, obviously referring to her earlier question. Did he have the nerve to kiss her? “However, I’m not up for a sexual harassment lawsuit from an employee.”

She respected that. “But I asked you.” She raised an eyebrow, challenge continuing.

“Then far be it for me to defy tradition. No matter how unexpected,” he whispered an instant before he lowered his head and his lips touched hers.

He’d called her bluff, taken the initiative, and now he toyed with her, playfully testing, learning the feel of her mouth, and letting her discover him. Then his tongue slid briefly, seductively, over the seam of her lips, electrifying her with his touch until their tongues lightly met.

The experiment yielded high-impact results. Colin tasted of pure male desire, a flavor that stirred a hunger long-denied and awakened passions she’d never experienced before. Passions she’d never thought existed before now. She trembled, and in response he squeezed her shoulders, his fingers biting into her skin, providing a carnal awareness of the fact that she affected him, too.

But from deep inside, caution clawed its way to the surface, breaking through the surprising desire that still burned hot inside her. She’d been floored by a simple kiss.

As if anything about this kiss— or Colin— was simple.

She lifted her head, breaking the kiss but not the awareness. He met her gaze. Heat flared bright in his eyes and flushed his cheeks, and the shock that reverberated inside her was evident in his expression. Another emotion shared.

She stepped back and ran trembling fingers over her lips. “That was…”

“Fun.”

Not exactly the word she’d have chosen, and Rina blinked, startled.

“Isn’t that what kissing under the mistletoe is supposed to be?” Colin shot her a boyish grin.

She wished it was as easy for her. She exhaled hard and forced a casual smile before meeting his eyes. “Of course, it was fun. Emma set us up and we responded like any two adults caught under the mistletoe would.”

She took a step backward, then another. A few more and she made it to her desk so she could regroup, leaving Colin alone under the mistletoe laden with tradition.

“Fun’s meant to be repeated.” His expression still showed shocked surprise, but he couldn’t hide the warm appreciation in his gaze.

She reached for her jacket, caught off-guard when he stepped forward and helped her slip on her wool coat. His hands were gentle as he adjusted her collar, and his calloused fingers brushed her nape, eliciting a tingling sensation that shot straight to her toes.

She hadn’t known he was a gentleman.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Without turning, unwilling to look into those blue eyes once more, she barely managed to grab her series folder, call a quick goodbye, and beat a hasty retreat to the door.

“Rina, wait.”

She turned, her heart pounding hard in her chest. “What?”

“You forgot something.”

She accepted her glasses and bolted into the cold night.
Carly Phillips. Simply Sexy (Kindle Locations 335-373). CP Publishing.

As much as Colin wants to discuss the paper and it’s issues with Joe, he can’t go against the doctor’s orders to keep stress away. Dealing with Corinne isn’t easy she’s convinced her changes are the right way to go.

As the paper is getting closer to failure, Colin’s relationship with Rena grows. He finds himself opening up to her in ways he’s never done before.

Oh the tangled mess that just keeps getting more so as this tale unfolds.

Plenty of drama, a touch of intrigue and a whole lot of sizzle in this book, I hope there will be more as we met someone who could use a happy ending and Emma deserves her own as well.

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Carly Phillips

Carly Phillips is the N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 50 sexy contemporary romance novels featuring hot men, strong women and the emotionally compelling stories her readers have come to expect and love.

Carly’s career spans over a decade and a half with various New York publishing houses, and she is now an Indie author who runs her own business and loves every exciting minute of her publishing journey. Carly is happily married to her college sweetheart, the mother of two nearly adult daughters and three crazy dogs (two wheaten terriers and one mutant Havanese) who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. Carly loves social media and is always around to interact with her readers.


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