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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.

Darkest Designs – Design Book 3 by Dale Mayer

Darkest Designs
Design Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene as Eric arrives.

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

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


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

Dillon stared at her and blinked.

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

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

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

Paxton has just given them to him.

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

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

And there was Eric.

His grin flashed, huge and full of relief.

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

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

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

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

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

She snorted. “Tell me about it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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Deadly Designs – Designs Book 2 by Dale Mayer

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



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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

Eric tapped her arm.

“I can’t see.”

“Lights on full.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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Dangerous Designs – Design Book 1 by Dale Mayer

Dangerous Designs
Designs Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


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


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


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

It …

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


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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

“Hey, Storey?”

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

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

A lopsided grin slipped out, fascinating her.

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

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

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

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

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. I want to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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Her Sanctuary – Texas Vampires Book 1 by Delilah Devlin

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any breaches?”

“One got through today. I killed it.”

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

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

“Still carrying that antique gun?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine. Stay put tomorrow. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night. Out.”
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A trip to town for supplies is the catalyst that changes everything for Kate. She makes an agreement with Ty who has many secrets after he saves her and her men from rogues.

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

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Up until recently, award-winning author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights, but loving her dark forest in central Arkansas with its eccentric characters and isolation–the better to feed her hungry muse! To Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war, many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her to the place she travels now–writing sexy novels that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 140 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.

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Cowboy Conspiracy Theory – West Protection Book 3 by Em Petrova

Cowboy Conspiracy Theory
West Protection Book 3
Em Petrova


They call her the Ice Queen…
but he’s determined to thaw her.

Bodyguard Mathias Trace is more comfortable on the back of a horse than guarding people. But when his next job involves brainy woman on a hunt for treasure, he’s as frustrated as he is turned on. Her pretty, delicate features and tight curves might threaten to give him whiplash, but her chilly disposition is enough to freeze any man in his tracks.

All Madeline asks for is a smart, savvy bodyguard. What she gets is a man who walks with a permanent swagger and only takes the name of his horse seriously. But she must be the first one to locate a rare artifact steeped in an ancient conspiracy theory, and she needs his help instead of his thunderous looks…though they might actually be starting to turn her on.

Searching for an artifact believed to bring two soulmates together is dangerous work, but so are the barriers dissolving between them. As those walls crash, their hearts are exposed, which means the woman known as the Ice Queen is sure to walk. Not that Mathias will let her get far…

Mathias always wanted to stay in the background of West Protection, he didn’t want to go in the field. Yet he does the training with everyone to be prepared. They need more employees to handle their growing client list. Now they’ve added one client that’s a bit different. Madeline Peerson needs a bodyguard and her own agency can’t provide one at the moment and time is of the essence.

Madeline has to get to an artifact before Dahl does, it will disappear forever if he gets there first. Unfortunately they face obstacle after obstacle as they prepare for the trek.

The first one is getting horses and a favorite scene.

“No horses?” Madeline couldn’t keep the exasperation from her question. “I’m sorry—they’re all booked for tomorrow.” The woman at the outfitter acted as if not having any horses to rent was no big deal, when it meant disaster.

Madeline settled her elbows on the counter and leaned in. “Exactly how many parties do you have heading into the canyon trails tomorrow?”

Mathias stepped up behind her, close enough for her to feel the man’s body heat penetrating through her clothes. As if she wasn’t hot and sticky enough in this weather without him adding to it.

“What she means is where can we find some horses if you don’t have any?”

The employee stared over Madeline’s head at Mathias. Her jaw dropped. Then she flushed pink.

“You can try down the road at Wild Bill’s.”

“Thank you, miss.”

Was it Madeline’s imagination, or did Mathias’s voice sound different? She wanted to whip around and catch him in the act of flirting on the job, but doing so would bring her up close and personal with him, and she was already tired of having him glued to her back.

The girl giggled. “I hope you find some.”

“Me too.” He placed a hand out as if to grab Madeline by the elbow. She stalked past him before he could do any such thing and barreled outside into the stifling heat.

“Why is it even hotter in the evening?”

“The land forms a natural basin. The rock’s holding the heat of the day and releasing it now.”

She inwardly groaned.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find some horses.” Mathias sounded confident.

“How can an outfitter not have enough horses? And what the hell was that back there?”

He shifted his head to pierce her in his stare. “What?”

“That disgusting flirting episode with the girl behind the counter.” She yanked open the truck door and jumped in.

Mathias took his good ole time rounding the front of the truck. By the time he climbed behind the wheel, her annoyance level had jumped two notches.

“That,” he twisted the key in the ignition, “was not flirting. That was being amiable and considerate of an employee. Your intimidation tactics weren’t going to make the girl pop out two more horses.”

Okay, he was right. She might fall back on her ability to scare people too much, when a simple thank-you would work.

They bumped down the road to another outfitter. This one had a big wooden cutout of a cowboy and WILD BILL’S painted across the chest. As they hit the parking lot, the sign’s lights came on, bare bulbs like those surrounding a Hollywood starlet’s dressing room mirror, except these outlined the cowboy.

“Ain’t that cute?” Mathias drawled.

“Charming.” She jumped out, but not before she caught his eye roll.

At the door, he blocked her way using his big body. She craned her neck to look at him. He must be six-two without the boots. She could still take him down in seconds.

“Let me do the talkin’.” Under his hat, his eyes were shadowed, but she knew they were fixed on her.


Seconds later, they were in the same predicament—no horses. No chance of getting horses.

She forgot her agreement to let Mathias do the dealing, and planted her elbows on the counter to glare at the little man who couldn’t be further from the famous gunslinger the name of the establishment suggested.

“Is it normal to run out of horses all over town?”

“No. First time it’s happened in years. We always have a horse or two left in the stable even on a busy summer day.” He scratched a finger on his balding scalp.

“Then why today?” she demanded.

A dinner plate-sized hand hit her lower back. The jolt of heat and the size of Mathias’s hand shocked her as much as the fact he touched her.

“Sorry, sir. We’re just trying to have a nice vacation, and we planned to take horses on the trip.” Mathias’s voice was smooth as silk.

The man gave a sympathetic nod. “I’d love to help you out, but a man came in a few hours ago and rented the lot.”

“All of them?” Madeline burst out.

The pressure on her spine increased until she couldn’t think about much else. His hand felt as if it spanned her entire lower back, thumb to pinky. It was too warm, but the heat began to seep through her skin and work at the stiffness she had from sitting on a cramped plane and then the truck.

She stepped forward, trying to separate his hand from her body, but he moved with her, which left her pinned between the counter and those long digits that she knew must be callused.

What did she care? She just wanted to find some horses and set out in the morning to beat Dahl to the artifact.

“What are our alternatives if we can’t get horses?” Mathias asked.

“I’ve heard of people taking dirt bikes.”

“Not exactly my thing,” he stated. “What about other animals? Llamas?”

“Have you ever ridden a llama?” Madeline twisted to look up at him.

At least he pulled his hand away. He shrugged. “How different can it be?”

“No llamas that I know of. But I’ve heard of some mules at the place two streets over.” The man pointed in the direction.

“I don’t know if mules are a good idea—” Mathias started.

Madeline cut him off by spinning back to the worker. “Thank you. Have a good evening.”

She hurried out with Mathias on her six. The man never seemed to move from his position. At least he was devoted to his job.

“Mules? No way.” He tugged down his hat brim.

“What happened to being considerate to an employee? It’s not his fault some douche-bag rented all the…” She trailed off as it suddenly hit her.

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The mules they acquire pose a couple of difficulties for Mathias but they do manage.

The trek is difficult and becomes more dangerous as Madeline realizes Dahl knows exactly where they are and another little tidbit she keeps from Mathias.

Ups and Downs both literally and figuratively as this adventure continues, even as these two cave to their attraction to each other just adding a different sort of sizzle to the weather’s heat.

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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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Killian – The Mavericks Book 15 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.

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Dale Mayer


Killian is called up to retrieve a woman who’s been kidnapped, then escaped, only to be captured again.

With a sketchy SOS coming in, he’s tracking her from Vancouver to Alaska, where the intel finally stops.

The apple of her father’s eye, Stacey was a late gift in his life. But when it counted, he wasn’t there for her, leaving her alone and unprotected. On the run from her abusive ex, she’s kidnapped by a seasoned negotiator, who can see she’s in trouble. Only he plans to auction her off to the highest bidder.

With several threads running together on this mission, Killian must find the predator in the middle. It’s find him, take him out, or Stacey will never be safe again.

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As Killian sets off on his own mission with little time off, I wonder if I like the way they find themselves attracted to their mission goal more than the way they get their partner for the mission.

In this case it’s definitely a toss up. Hatch surprises Killian in his hotel room, which could have gone sideways but didn’t. Of course Jerricho is his handler on this one providing the intel they’ll need to accomplish their goal.

The town of Whitehorse has a strange atmosphere to Killian, it’s relatively early yet the streets are deserted. He’s taking a walk to familiarize himself with the route to the ransom dropsite. Hatch is out their too but Killian has that strange sensation of being followed.

Stacey Edgewater had escaped her kidnappers only to be kidnapped again. She was seen crawling out of a car on a ferry and became the prey to another lowlife. She’s figured out that the husband she left hired the first two but she hasn’t figured out the one that have her now. Now she’s informed she’s being sold but not like she figured, apparently two people want her and this kidnapper wants the money from both. He’s got money from one and he’s now about to collect from the other. Boy is he in for a surprise.

Even injured Stacey manages to get away, fortunately Killian is able to find her and help her stay hidden until they can both get away.

Then the fun begins.

“Great,” she said. “So now even my body is trying to hold me captive.”

“But this time, it’s for your own good,” he said. At the bathroom door, he looked at her and said, “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” she said and shut the door firmly in his face.

He chuckled.

Hatch looked at him and said, “Better watch it.”



“No, that’s everybody else, not me,” he said, with a shrug. “I’ve never been the one who would get picked in a basketball game and certainly not have the popular girl.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But you’ve got to admit, she’s an interesting character.”

Very,” he said. “Cute too.”

From the other side of the bathroom door, she yelled, “I’m right here, you know. I might be injured, but I’m not deaf.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “It’s not like I’ll lie about it. You are cute.”

She snorted. “Like hell. I’m cranky. I’m miserable. I look like shit, and I don’t like being lied to.”

“I’m not lying,” he said.

The door opened suddenly, and she glared at him. “No way anybody can look at this face right now and say I’m cute.”

He leaned forward and said, “You’re cute.”

She glared at him and pugnaciously stuck her chin out and said, “Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

At that, Hatch burst out laughing. “Oh, man,” he said, “I wish I had this on tape.”

On cue, both of them turned to glare at him as one.

At that, Killian asked, “Why? So you could send it to the rest of our team?”

“I should,” he said. “Or maybe just to her father.”

“Don’t do that,” she said. “He’s been bugging me to get into a permanent relationship ever since I filed for divorce.”

“Well, you probably figured that wouldn’t be a good idea, considering how you feel about your husband.”

“But my father loved my husband,” she said. “That’s why I had to bring him proof of what an asshat Max really is.”

Still smirking, Hatch turned and buried his face in his dinner.

Killian looked back at her and said, “Honestly, nothing in that bruising and puffiness hides your beauty.”

She shook her head and said, “You’re being ridiculous.” But her voice sounded more pleased than anything.

He smiled and asked, “Are you done in here? Can I help you back to your couch?”

“Since I’m up and all, I was hoping that maybe I could go to a bed?”

“Absolutely you can,” he said. “Pajamas are in that bag, if you want.”

She looked at him and said, “How about a nightie instead?”

“Why don’t we take a look,” he said. “And then we can figure out what else you might still need.”

“I don’t need anything,” she said. “I’m just really tired, and, with my leg injury, I don’t want to put on pants.”

“Wait here.” He brought the bag to her, and together they sorted through three sets of clothes, an oversize T-shirt, and weird shorts. He held them up and shrugged and said, “I honestly don’t know about these.”

She smiled and said, “Sleeper shorts. They’re perfect.” She grabbed the bag of clothes and shut the bathroom door in his face again.

“I could help you, you know?” he said through the door.

“Thanks anyway. I’ll be just fine.”

He waited, a big grin on his face, until he saw Hatch staring at him, with a smirk on his. Immediately Killian dropped the smile and said, “Don’t even go there.”

“Oh, I’ve already gone there,” he said. “Gone there and back a few times.”

“I wouldn’t think about it at all. You don’t know anything.”

“Nope, I don’t,” he said. “But, at the same time, I’m pretty happy with what I see.”

Killian groaned and said, “Just forget it.” When she opened the door, he looked at her and said, “Okay, I can see how that works.”

She smiled. “This should be good, for nighttime anyway.”

“Okay, so let’s get you to the bed, so I can dress the wound.”

She winced. “Is that really necessary?” He nodded. “Absolutely. We should have done it earlier, but the doc wanted it to dry and breathe a bit. Now that it’s dry, and you’re more or less as numb as you’ll be, we’ll bandage it up. That way, when you roll over in the night, you won’t catch those stitches in the bedding or the mattress and shriek from the pain.”

“That sounds horrible already,” she said, staring at him.

“Exactly, so let’s get you to the bed.” She hobbled to the bed, taking her time, and he let her. After her kidnapping ordeal, it was important for her to feel as independent as possible, and, when she finally got to the edge of the bed, she sank down heavily. “Okay, now I don’t feel so good,” she murmured.

“A little too much independence?”

“I don’t know, maybe just a little too much everything,” she said. She slowly flopped onto her back and lifted both legs onto the bed, until she was stretched out.

“You should’ve let me take the bedding off first.” She groaned and then sat back up and slid off the bed. He pulled the bedding back, and she laid back down again. He brought over the bag of medical supplies that the doctor had left him and quickly put on clean gauze and wrapped the large wound, covering all the stitches on her leg. “Maybe that’ll help,” he said, as he flipped a sheet over the top of her.

“Well, at least that’s not hurting anyway,” she said. Rolling over onto her good leg, she pulled the pillow underneath her head, yawned, and said, “I think I’m ready to sleep.”

“You need your pain pills and an antibiotic yet,” he said. “Let me get some water.” He stepped into the bathroom, filled a glass of water, and came out with the pain pill bottle and shook out two, then added the antibiotic. He handed them to her, as she shifted up onto her elbow, popped them into her mouth, and drank down the glass of water.

“That’s it, for me,” she said, pulling the sheet up a little higher.

“Do you want a blanket too?”

She shook her head. “Not at this point,” she said. “I’ll try it with just the sheet. It’s pretty warm in here.”

“It’ll get colder,” he said. “But that’s up to you.”

“Maybe in a bit,” she said. “If I can fall asleep like this, it’s all good.” With that, she drifted off.

He cleaned up his mess and put the trash in the bathroom garbage, then walked back to the little kitchenette area, where he wasn’t surprised to see Hatch still eating. “Still hungry?”

“A lot of work done today, and I haven’t had a ton of food.”

“Now you sound like her,” he said.

“It is what it is.”

“So you say,” he said. “We need to stand watch tonight.”

“Agreed. Way too much we don’t know yet,” Hatch said. “I’m still eating. You go crash.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said.

With that, Killian dropped onto the second bed, and closed his eyes. “Wake me if there’s anything.”
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Not only do they have to find and put an end to the kidnappings, the whole thing escalates with the knowledge that she took something from her husband when she left. Something he’ll do anything to get back.

I couldn’t put this book down, there’s a lot of crazy involved before things get solved and of course Killian and Stacey are in denial of the attraction, well mostly.

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

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

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

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

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Home Again – The Long Road Home Book 4 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Home Again
The Long Road Home Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


Can he solve the mystery that has haunted him for years and set things right before it crumbles down around him and the woman who’s become entangled in his mess?

Since two days before Sebastian’s eighteenth birthday, when he left home to join the Navy, he’s been runny away from the pain, the confusion, the terror and the guilt.

But the Navy had made a man out of him, and now it was time to finally come to terms with his past, so he was going back.

When he finds a new woman in town, unknowingly caught up in the chaos of his past, Sebastian knows time is running out. Then he finds himself entangled with Gianna on a much more personal basis and he wants time to stand still.

Can he unravel the past and grab onto the future before it’s too late?

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This book opens as Sebastian Durand travels home to Louisiana, a place he never thought he’d return to. To say he has family problems is an understatement, but his Grandpère Lazar Durand has promised him answers, and he intends to get them one way or another. Of course he was traveling during a hurricane so his last flight was cancelled and late so he stayed at the local USO. After renting an SUV he drives the rest of the way to the family estate fighting the winds.

There’s no one around when he enters but with all the lights on he knows someone has to be there. He finds his Uncle Armand drunk in the study. He wasn’t exactly welcoming either. As he finds himself some food, he gets another surprise as the back door bangs open and a woman soaked from the rain takes one look at him and tries to run. Of course he’s not letting her get away. Turns out she’s renting the carriage house something that’s never been done before.

Gianna Prentiss had come up to the main house to remind Armand to eat, it seems without Lazar in residence he loses track of time and doesn’t eat at all. After joining them for a meal, during which Sebastian gets some answers, she protests his escorting her back to the carriage house. There he finds no storm shutters and then insists or rather demands she return to the main house to stay until the storm passes.

This works in Gianna’s favor since she really wants to go through Lazar’s office to find something to tell her what happened to her mother. She’s going about this with her friend Jada on the line and she’s under the desk looking for a maker’s mark. Unfortunately for her, thats when Sebastian catches her in the act.

This is a favorite scene.

“Yes, he is,” Jada said soothingly. “But this isn’t what we’re after. You need to keep on track, okay? We need information that will help us find your mom. If we can find something on him that will help us blackmail him so he will tell us what he might know about your mom, or any information on Etta Rose, then we’re golden.”

Gianna wiped away her tears on the sleeve of her hoodie. “You’re right. Did you find anything to help break into the desk drawers?”

“Yeah, I’m going to need you to crawl under the desk and find out the maker’s mark. It should be listed on a brass plate.”

Gianna stuffed the files that she had gone through back into the credenza and started to crawl back to the desk. At least the office was carpeted.

When she got under the desk, she couldn’t see anything. It was too dark. “Hey, Jada, I’m going to have to call you back. I need to turn on my phone’s flashlight to see anything under here, and I don’t know how to operate two functions at once.”

“You could use my phone,” a low voice rumbled.

Gianna screamed, jerked up, and slammed her head on the bottom of the desk.

“Owwww,” she cried. She fell onto the floor in pain.

“What the fuck is happening?” Jada screeched.

Gianna curled up into the fetal position and squealed when a warm hand gently touched her back.

“Calm down, honey, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s me, Sebastian. I need to see how badly you hurt yourself.”

Gianna whimpered and reached around to the back of her head. It felt hot and she could swear she already feel a lump forming.

“Can I help you out from underneath there?”

“Sebastian, what’s wrong with Gianna?” Jada demanded to know.

His touch was tender as he drew her out from under the desk. Gianna looked up into his concerned eyes. “Can you sit up?”

She nodded, then regretted it. “I’m fine,” she said as she pushed herself up into a seated position then slumped back against the desk.

“Would somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?” Jada yelled.

Gianna closed her eyes, knowing she was in a ton of trouble.

“Your partner in crime smacked her head on the bottom of the desk. I’m trying to see how bad it is.”

“Do you have any medical training, SEAL boy?”

Gianna gulped. She didn’t feel well and Jada wasn’t helping.

“Yes,” Sebastian said. “I’m going to hang up now. Gianna can call you back when she’s feeling better.”

“Whoa there. My girl is hurting. I need to know you’re not going to give her a bunch of shit for being in the office.”

“Scout’s Honor. I’m not going to give her shit.”

“Were you a Boy Scout?” Jada demanded to know.

“Fuck no. Now goodbye.”

Gianna opened her right eye to see how mad Sebastian was.

“Can you open both eyes?” he asked softly.

“Depends. On a scale of one to ten, how angry are you going to be if I’m able to open both eyes?” she asked.

“Ten for hurting yourself, one for snooping.”

Gianna opened her left eye. Sebastian didn’t look angry. His large hands lifted and reached around her head to tenderly probe her scalp. He winced when she did. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you to the office couch, then I’ll get some ice from the kitchen.”

Gianna had to lean against him in order to make her way over to the leather couch. When she started to lie down, she crinkled her nose when the smell of brandy and cigarette smoke hit her nostrils.

“What is it?”

“Armand must have spilled his drink on the sofa.”

Sebastian leaned down and took a deep breath. “Jesus.”

He picked her up and she squeaked. “What are you doing?”

“We’ll go out to the drawing-room. That couch is more comfortable anyway, along with the added bonus of not stinking.”

Gianna was shocked. She had never been carried in her whole life. At least not that she remembered. She’d been almost five when her grandparents came and rescued her, too old to be carried, and God knows that neither her dad nor mom had ever picked her up.

“Honey, relax. You’re stiff as a board. Put your arms around my neck.”

She looked up into Sebastian’s eyes and they were warm. As if a switch had been flipped, her entire body melted into his hold.

“That’s better, now put your arms around my neck.”

She did. Sebastian bent down a little bit to open the door to the office, then it felt like she was flying through the air as he strode down the hall to the drawing-room. Ever so gently he placed her onto the sofa, making sure that the back of her head didn’t hit the cushions.

“I’ll be right back with some ice, pillows, and a blanket. Here you go.” He reached into his back pocket and handed her her phone.

“You remembered this?” How could he have remembered her phone? She hadn’t even remembered her phone.

“Of course. Now call your girl and tell her what’s going on. She seemed freaked.” “Okay.” Sebastian left the room. Gianna looked at her phone but she was too tired to hit Jada’s number.
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There’s no denying the attraction between Sebastian and Gianna. They both need to focus on their objectives with the help of Jada and Sebastian’s teammate Gideon.

It seems Jada has unearthed much that Sebastian had no idea about and that information just leads to more things to investigate. Of course his Grandpère’s return puts not only a kink in those plans but adds a few new ones.

I couldn’t put this book down, there’s a lot going on and even more behind the scenes, as well as some sizzling heat with Gianna and Sebastian.

I’m definitely going to read the other books making up the Long Road Home series as well as Kostya and Gideon’s stories coming in a new series Omega Sky in 2022!

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

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

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

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

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Shielding Jolene – Special Forces: Operation Alpha/Delta Forces Generation Next Book 1 by Jen Talty

Shielding Jolene
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Delta Forces Generation Next Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


He’ll protect her with his life.
And she’ll run off with his heart.

Jolene Whittle’s last true crime novel cracked the top twenty of the NY Times bestselling list. Now all she has to do is hit number one with the next one and she has just the story to do it with: The Alleyway Strangler. And the woman who brought him down is willing to give her a once-in-a-lifetime interview. Jolene boards a plane heading for Texas where she meets a well-meaning emergency room doctor who happens to be her biggest fan. Except, this isn’t any ordinary fan. He’s connected to her past. And now history might repeat itself.

While forced into a little mini vacation, Michael “Cannon” Santoro is asked by a fellow Delta Force soldier to pick up Jolene up at the airport and keep an eye on her while she interviews his wife. Cannon doesn’t hesitate. Jolene is like no one he’s ever met, and he finds himself in uncharted waters. Only, he’s about to uncover a sinister plan that will bring both their pasts on a collision course with the future, and it isn’t bright.

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Michael ‘Cannon’ Santoro, has been called Cannon forever. His nickname came as a child and nobody calls him Michael. He’s currently on medical leave staying with his brother Tony and today is a gathering of friends. Oz, Gage, and Lefty are there with their wives and children, the conversations are varied and relay the fun of the occasion although it does start to get a bit heavy as they discussed the injuries from Cannon’s last mission. In the growing silence, Lefty asks Cannon for a favor. Kinley has agreed to be interviewed about the Alleyway Strangler and he wants Cannon to stick by her like glue. He wants to be sure the narrative is controlled not only because of his job but also the stress it puts on Kinley.

Jolene Whittle writes best selling true crime books. She is thrilled that Kinley has agreed to an interview for a story that really needs to be told. When we meet her she’s a bit anxious since it’s a once in a lifetime chance and she’s also being met by a friend of theirs who will be escorting her around. The flight itself becomes stressful when the man seated next to her knows far more than she is comfortable with. The ER doctor seems to me to be far more than just a fan.

Cannon rescues her from the man’s persistence but this isn’t the last of it. Cannon and Jolene face many things throughout this book, and their relationship is a simmer to sizzle one.

We see a lot of the stalker in this and knowing the behind the scenes is a bit disturbing.

Once Jen has me enthralled by the story and on the edge of my seat waiting for the next shoe to drop.

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Jen Talty

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

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

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

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Thorrn – Starlight Highlanders Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon

Starlight Highlanders Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sky MacKinnon


An alien mercenary in Scotland

Thorrn only travelled to Earth to find women compatible with his species, even though he expects to stay alone for the rest of his cursed life. Broken inside and out, he’s sure no female could ever want him. But that all changes when he sets his eyes on a sassy Earth woman with fiery red hair and a temper to match. With his mating instincts running wild, he will have to decide whether to claim her or return her to his planet to be studied by scientists.

A human businesswoman in search of love

Jenny has finally managed to leave her abusive boyfriend and is ready to start a new life. Promoting a new dating agency seems like just the project to distract herself with. While meeting an alien who looks like a hot Highlander wasn’t part of her plan, when he offers to protect her from her crazy ex, she’s tempted to take him up on his offer. Besides, she really needs to know what he hides beneath his kilt.

But when she finds out that his people intent to study her like a lab rat, can she trust him any more than her ex?

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Jenny is putting her life together now that she’s left her abusive ex-boyfriend. Her new client Hot Tatties, a dating agency, is the perfect distraction. Pam, the owner, is happily married and she wants others to find that happiness too. Their initial meeting has Pam inviting her to meet with her prospective partners with an abundance of males in their database. They are looking for Scottish females, born and bred in Scotland. Pam also has Jenny add herself to the database to get a feel of the process.

Cyle his co-worker Jafar, and Thorrn his brother are on route to Peritus, Earth, as Pam and Jenny are meeting. They are excited to get started so while Cyle and Jafar talk contracts and methods with Pam, Thorrn and Jenny go for coffee to discuss marketing. Thorrn couldn’t explain why he wanted to get out of that office, but he was having trouble breathing in his C-suit that makes him appear totally human. His antennae was also itching, something that has never happened before. He incredibly attracted to her and doesn’t understand what’s happening. He only has a bent antennae and as such is considered broken and unworthy of a mate. Yet when their hands touch there is no mistaking that Jenny is his mate, but they can’t just jump into this.

As he tries to explain Jenny freaks out, no surprise there, and runs. Instead of going back to Pam’s office. A call from her brother lets her know her ex is looking for her. She reassures him she’d go elsewhere to work for a bit before returning to his home. Instead there’s a most interesting turn of events.

This is a favorite scene.

My commstick beeped. “Almost there,” Vaxx’s voice crackled. “I can see you now. I take it you’re pursuing that white rolling craft?”

“Yes. Stop it but don’t shoot it. My mate’s inside.”

“Your…” He was silent for a moment. “I’ll do whatever I can. You can stop running now; I’ve got a hold on it.”

Before my eyes, the vehicle started to slow down while shaking from side to side. I hoped Jenny was safely secured so she didn’t get hurt. The only people who’d get hurt today were those who’d abducted my mate.

Suddenly, the vehicle vanished. Vaxx must have extended the chameleon shield to hide it from Peritan eyes.

“I’ll send you coordinates where I’ll land,” he told me through the commstick. “I’ve got the vehicle secured and will keep it locked until you arrive.”

A map appeared on the device with a blinking dot not far from my location. Thank Lady Beyra. My ribs hurt and I was having trouble breathing. Not to mention the pain in my legs and feet. I couldn’t wait to get out of the C-suit to stretch out and extend my secondary arms. Having them pressed against my ribcage restricted my breathing more than I’d realised.

Still, I didn’t slow my pace until I reached a small green space. A metal bench was bent at one end, giving me an indication where Vaxx had parked the ship. I ran to the bench and the ship appeared as soon as I stepped into the chameleon field. Next to the ship was the vehicle. Someone was banging against the metal doors from the inside.

“Need help?” Vaxx asked.

“No. I’ll deal with this myself.” I put away the commstick, freeing up my hands. I was going to kill whoever had abducted Jenny.

The driver’s seat of the vehicle was empty. Vaxx had said that he’d locked the doors, so they still had to be inside. The large sliding door Jenny had been pulled through was closed. I grabbed the handle and took one deep breath. I was scared of what I might find. It was a strange sensation. I was never scared. I didn’t like this cold, clammy feeling at all.

With one forceful pull, I ripped the door off the vehicle, flinging it to the side. Three humans stared at me, two with fear and shock, one with surprise. Jenny was flanked by two males, her hands bound with rope, a piece of cloth tied around her neck. The front of it was wet; they must have used it to gag her. Fury boiled up in me.

“Are you hurt?” I growled, ignoring the males for now. She shook her head, but she was shaking all over. I reached out and pulled her from the vehicle. The males made no attempt to stop me. Good. Not that it would save them.

I pressed her against my chest, breathing in her scent. Mate. My antenna stopped burning and I only now realised that it had been hot the entire time. The itching reduced to a gentle tingling that almost felt pleasant.

“Are you hurt?” I repeated, this time as a whisper. I rubbed my cheek against hers. Her skin was so soft.

“I’m fine,” she muttered. “My wrists are sore, but that’s just because of the rope. You can let go of me now.”

Never. I was going to hold her for the rest of my life. Never let her go. She’d almost been taken from me. I couldn’t let that happen again.

“Mine,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Safe.”

“You’d make a great caveman.” A small laugh tumbled from her pink lips. How could she laugh after what she’d been through? My mate was stronger than I’d thought. Pride at her resilience filled me. Other females would cower in fear, traumatised, but not my Jenny.

A sound behind her made me turn just in time to see one of the males climb out of the vehicle. I almost laughed at his desperate escape attempt. He wouldn’t get far. Even if I didn’t pursue him, Vaxx likely had a lock on him. He’d shoot him before he left the confines of the chameleon shield.

“Who are they?” I asked Jenny before letting go of her. Just for a moment, just until I’d killed her kidnappers. Then she’d be in my arms again.

“One of them is my ex. I don’t know the other.”


“He was my boyfriend until I left him.”

Boyfriend. I didn’t like that word at all. A former mate. When I’d asked her at the eating place, she’d told me she was unmated. She hadn’t mentioned this ex.

I grabbed the one trying to escape with one hand while dragging the other out of the vehicle with the other. They struggled, but they were weak. I lifted them by their necks until their legs dangled above the ground. They squirmed and squealed like prey. Disgusting.

“We didn’t mean it!” the pale-haired one whimpered. “I just wanted to bring Jenny home. She’s my girlfriend. She-“

“Girlfriend,” I roared. “You call her your friend, but you harmed her. You took her against her will. I will make you pay for injuring my mate.”

“Don’t hurt them,” Jenny pleaded. I turned to her in surprise.

“They harmed you.” “They tried to, but they didn’t succeed. And yes, Jason broke my arm and-“

I roared with fury. I hadn’t realised someone had caused my mate’s injuries. I’d assumed she’d been in an accident, not the victim of a male’s aggression. It made me even angrier. I may have let him live for kidnapping her. Maimed, mutilated, but alive. But he’d broken her bones. Caused her pain. That was unforgivable. I looked into their eyes, searching for any sign of regret. Only fear stared back at me. The acrid odour of urine reached my nose. One of them had pissed himself. I despised them. They had no honour. They deserved no honourable death.

“She’s mine,” the ex spat, giving me a defiant look.

There was no holding back. Without thinking, I snapped both males’ necks – regretted it immediately. That had been too quick. I shook their corpses, willing them to return to life so I could kill them all over again.

Jenny screamed and I stopped shaking them for a moment. She stared at me in shock, her eyes wide.

“You killed them,” she whispered.

“I did. They hurt you.”

There wasn’t more to say about the matter. A male who hurt a female didn’t deserve to live. That was the law. Once, before the Sleep, there had been other rules. Males would have been put to trial. Now, females were so precious that harming them was an automatic death sentence that could be carried out by anyone who witnessed the crime. I wasn’t a murderer. I was an executioner.

I let the bodies fall to the ground before picking up Jenny. She squealed and tried to wriggle her way from my grasp, but there was no way I’d let her go.

My crooked antenna tingled with approval as I carried my squirming mate into the ship.
Skye MacKinnon. Thorrn: Starlight Highlander Mail Order Brides 1 (Kindle Locations 693-750). Peryton Press.

From one abduction to kind of another, Jenny becomes a victim of sorts with an accident with a med pod.

This book was a lot of fun as Thorrn and his brother try to explain what happened to her, and also keep Pam in the loop so her brother wouldn’t worry. Then there’s that overwhelming attraction and heat between Thorrn and Jenny.

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

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Skye MacKinnon

Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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Shackled Souls: The Complete Trilogy with BONUS Novella by Heather Long

Shackled Souls: The Complete Trilogy
Shackled Souls
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


So, what’s my story, you ask? It’s nothing special. Or at least it wasn’t.

You know it’s going to be a bad day when you wake up in the wrong man’s bed, your favorite leather outfit is completely shredded, your best Manolo Blahniks are broken, and your eighty-dollar manicure is ruined.

But would you believe me if I said that’s just the tip of the sh*t storm?

My name is Fiona MacRieve, and I’m a succubus…or I was. I seduced a vampire and we had a fantastic time, until he drained me almost to death. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t forced his blood down my throat thinking it would heal me.

Yeah, it didn’t.

Cause that’s not how I heal.

So not only did I wake up to losing my best outfit, I woke up dead.

Now I’m a vampire and I’m in prison. Some shit you just can’t make up.

But wait, it gets better.

Four guys older than dirt think I’m their fated mate. Yep. Me. The idea that I, vampire succubus or not, am anyone’s mate, much less these four dudes so old I should be accused of grave robbing is so laughable I didn’t think that could be real either.

So, that’s where the story begins, for the rest of it? Well, you’ll just have to read the whole trilogy and for those of you who already know the story, there’s a little extra bonus at the end.

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Succubus Chained – Book 1

Fiona is a succubus who had the bad judgement to engage with a hungry vampire. When he thinks he’s killed her he tries to save her and creates the impossible. A Hybrid, An Abomination.

The Vampire Prince sends her to Nightmare Penitentiary, with the intent of her never getting out.

Fiona isn’t drinking the blood they try to feed her, she only feeds when the Warden visits her and she feeds both her succubus nature and the vampire although the later under protest.

Fiona hasn’t asked to be rescued, she has more or less resigned herself to the fact she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Then a ‘guard’ shows up and expects her to just go with him.

This is a favorite scene.

Frustration filled his eyes. “Why are you being difficult?”

Was he for real?

“Um… look around,” I pointed out. “What do you see?”

“You descending to the darkest parts of the penitentiary, where even the most dangerous hunters would be loathe to go.”

“Cool, you run along then.” Dammit, I knew I should have gone up.

He let out aggrieved sigh. “Not without you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m here to rescue you.”

Rescue. Me.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say that upstairs instead of getting all monosyllabic and snarly?”

“Because you smell like another man, he’s been all over you.” He tilted my head to the side and then stroked his thumb over my throat. Told you Dorran liked to mark me. “He’s done it recently, too. Are you sure you won’t tell me who?”

“Nope,” I said. “I don’t fuck and tell. Rules of the game.”

Not really, but I didn’t know this guy, and rescue or not, I was not in the mood for this crap.

His lips compressed into a thin line, and he dropped his hand from my throat. When he backed up a single step and gave me room to breathe, I narrowed my eyes. That was an unexpected twist. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a pair of shackles, and I glared at him.

“No.” I was not going in chains.

“You have to,” he said. “I’m a guard. I can get you out if I escort you. But prisoners are not allowed to roam freely.”

“No.” I folded my arms. I was not going to put those on willing.

“I will take them off, Fiona. I promise.” The growl underscoring each syllable didn’t inspire confidence.


“I don’t even know you, why would your promise mean shit to me?”

“My name is Maddox.” He intoned it so formally, like I would recognize him by the moniker alone. Was it like Madonna or Cher? If so, ‘fraid it was lost on me. “I’m here to see you to safety.”

“Define safety,” I challenged. “And why I should believe you just because of your name, which for the record, doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Surprise crystalized in his expression edged by real frustration.

Yeah, I had a gift.

“Woman, I don’t care if you believe me. I’ll carry you out of here kicking and screaming. I can knock you out if I have to.” He dragged my arm out and slammed one of the shackles on. It burned as it snapped around my wrist. “I’m rescuing you whether you want to go or not.”

Why the fuck would I not want to go?

I just wanted to know whether I was going somewhere better or not.

He wrestled me into the second shackle, and I let out a frustrated scream as it closed on my free wrist. They were spelled. The magic in them burned where they rested against my flesh. Dick face— Maddox— stared down as my skin began to blister and smoke.

“That should not be happening.”


That was it.

This guy?

I was killing him first.

Shackled wrists and all, I clenched my fists together and struck both at his bloody nose.

If I didn’t break it the first time, I was damn well going to break it now. Unfortunately, he caught the slender chain locking my wrists together and hauled my arms up to slam them against the wall before he boxed me against it again.

“Stop fighting me,” he ordered. “The shackles have a spell.”

“No shit.”

“The spell is to help us get you out.”



Gritting my teeth against the blistering sensation crawling over my skin and scalding it, I asked, “Who’s us?”

A flash of teeth. “You’ll find out. When you come with me.”

I hated this man.

Alarms began to sound and doors above opened with a clang. His expression turned furious. When he turned that glare on me, I gave him a little shrug. Or at least, as much as I could manage pinned to the wall in his murder bracelets.

Heather Long. Succubus Chained (Kindle Locations 293-328). Kindle Edition.

Things obviously weren’t going as planned and between her bleeding wrists and no answers, Fiona’s temper was rising.

Maddox wasn’t the most diplomatic and with some help from Fin they calm her. It isn’t until the next night that they actually get her away with Rogue’s help. Well Rogue takes off with her so that counts, right?

I love this book, these guys don’t have a clue other than knowing they have to help her transition properly. Fiona has to accept both sides of her nature to survive. It’s the forth in this group, Alfred, who is the turning point in more ways than one.

Plenty of twist and turns, ups and downs, some giggles and plenty of Kindle Melting Sizzle, as we meet and get to know these guys who believe Fiona is theirs.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Succubus Unchained – Book 2

Fiona has been turned, and now purged of the shadow demon by Alfred. While she finds herself having feelings for all the men who have claimed her one way or another, she has only one thought leave. 

A party hosted by Alfred gives her the opening she needs, and help comes from someone who definitely loves her enough to give her that freedom.

This is a favorite scene.

When I straddled the back of the snowmobile behind Rogue, I half-expected him to turn us around and bring me back. To trick me in some way. Loyalty, it seemed, existed only between the four of them, with all three deferring to Alfred. To my surprise, though, Rogue had taken me down the mountain and then across the wildly unfamiliar terrain to the edge of a small village before pointing me toward the train depot.

“The minute they realize, they will look at the airlines. You need to make your way to Germany from here.” He handed me a card. “Speak to this man, and only if he is alone. Hand him this card, then tell him the name you wish to be known by. He will prepare the human identification you need.” Then he pressed a second card into my hand. “The pin code is three-four-four-six-two. Repeat it to me.”

I had, but confusion flooded me when I locked gazes with him. With care, he tucked one of my red curls beneath the cap, then brushed his knuckles down my cheek.

“They will look for you.”

“But you won’t?” I didn’t know why I blurted out the question, but I didn’t understand.

“No,” he promised me in a solemn tone. “You have to decide what you want and where you want to be. They think they understand. They don’t.” Cupping my face, he held my gaze. “You need to feed on me before you go.”

I wasn’t hungry.

“Little sváss, you will have to learn to hunt and to have care, to feed both of your natures, and without us there, it will be more challenging for you.”

I grimaced.

“I have every faith in you.” He stroked my cheek, roving his gaze over me. “Now… feed.” With that, he slipped his hand to my nape and tilted his head back. We were in the deep shadows of the building. Stepping in to him, I pressed my hands to his chest and then rose up on my tip toes to nuzzle his jaw. The barest of smiles flickered against his lips as I kissed a path down to his pulse point. “Why are you helping me?” I had to ask.

“Because once upon a time, little sváss, I was you. Alfred… you will have to figure that part out on your own. I did as well.” Then he dipped his face, and his lips just barely brushed mine as he continued, “You are always welcome, and if you need me, call.”

“Are you in the phone book?” I couldn’t help the tease. I hadn’t seen my own cell phone in almost two months. Who knew what I had to go back to in Dallas. I doubted my landlord kept my apartment. Fin had indicated it had been cleaned out. Whether it’d been the landlord or Isaac was anyone’s guess.

“Ah,” Rogue answered with almost a wry chuckle, and the sound captivated me. He was always so standoffish and aloof unless he was intent on turning me inside out. Then… I shook off the thought. We didn’t have time for that here or now. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I purchased this last week along with a second one. I programmed my number into it— that would be the second phone.”

“Did you program my number into yours?”


That was…

“I told you, little sváss, this is about you deciding. If you need me, call. I will come for you anywhere. On that, you have my word.”

Moisture burned in my eyes, and he went hazy for a moment as I had to blink back the tears.

“Thank you, Rogue.”

“You are welcome,” he said, then gave my nape a gentle squeeze. “But you will feed before you leave me. You will give me this one last obedience so I know I sent you off full and with all that I could.”

Pressing a swift kiss to his lips, I dug my fingers into his shirt. He tipped his head up and back, then I struck. No hesitation. I didn’t want to hurt him, and they’d told me time and again, the swift pierce stung the least. His cock hardened against my belly as the taste of him flooded my mouth. I almost groaned.

I wasn’t hungry, but at the same time, I craved this. The heat. The taste. The essence of him filling me. He massaged my neck as I swallowed again and again. Finally, I pulled back, nuzzling the bite with a few careful licks until the blood no longer trickled.

Tilting my head back, I stared up at him. His pale eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Then, he was just… gone.

They all moved so fast, but this was like one moment there, and the next, he blinked out of existence. I knew he’d run. The snowmobile had been left behind. Hopefully, they wouldn’t hurt him for helping me. I carefully stowed away the phone he’d given me and the cards.
Heather Long. Succubus Unchained: Shackled Souls 2 (Kindle Locations 862-898).

Now back in Texas, Fiona is staying with her friend Elias, a werewolf. He decides she should get out more and takes her to his Alpha’s club. It’s here things get really interesting.

The appearance of Finn, a confrontation between Vampires and Werewolves, and Rogue once again spirits her off.

We get to know a lot more about Finn, Maddox, Rogue and Alfred in this book. Fiona has to come to terms not only with what she is now, but also her feelings for all these men.

A page-turning read with action, suspense, sizzling heat and an ending that will have you begging for more.

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Succubus Blessed – Book 3

Fiona has accepted that she is theirs and they are hers but…Don’t lock her up. She wasn’t going to let that prison have her Mage, Fin or her Dragon, Maddox. They didn’t leave her there, she won’t leave them. We jump right into plenty of action, then some sizzle. As they are leaving the prison they are confronted by Cyrus. As Maddox with Fin’s help hides her, they are joined by Alfred and Rogue. I found myself giggling at Fiona’s antics while Alfred and Cyrus converse, but then let a battle begin.

When Fin transports them all back to the Keep, all Fiona wants is a bath and sleep. That’s not all but I do try to keep it clean here.

They obviously have something to discuss with her and they are probably correct in assuming she’s not going to like it.

This is a favorite scene.

“Finish bathing, Hellion, then we’ll take this somewhere more comfortable.” Alfred’s tone suggested there would be a real fight if Maddox or Fin argued with him. Rogue had no such objections. The bathing room was good for her, but between the hot pools and the fire, it was uncomfortable for him after a time.

More surprising than Maddox and Fin accepting Alfred’s unspoken threat was the fact that Fiona didn’t argue. She shifted to move for the soap and the shampoo, and he was forced to leave her hair alone. Instead, he examined his brothers as Fin rose from the water. The marks left on his arms and back had faded significantly, but even the pale pink of them suggested how bad they’d been.

For his part, Maddox looked tired, but he also bristled like his dragon was dangerously close to the surface. To be fair, he and his dragon were more often one in the same, the dragon in the human’s skin and the human in the dragon’s scales. But this was different.

Mating had changed him.

Changed all of them.

There was a peace to Alfred, a resoluteness that had never been there before. His reaction to her disappearance had been profoundly and dangerously quiet. They’d gone after her, and when they hadn’t tracked her immediately, Alfred had simply cleared coven after coven of vampires— all those loyal to the ones allying against them.

Rogue had no objections. They’d gotten out of hand in recent centuries. It was more than time to cull back the worst of the worst. This hadn’t been about culling. It had been about eliminating threats. The other members of the Seven had added a fresh bounty to Fiona’s head. While vampires older than her might still find her a tough target, enough of them could overwhelm and that was not an option.

When she finished washing up and all traces of blood and soot were gone from her skin, Rogue swept a gaze over her as she rose from the water. He wasn’t the only one looking for signs of injury. There was a hint of bruising along one arm and on her hip. No scrapes or broken skin. More, there was no hint of shadow taint on her to mar the shimmer. Even in the warm-lit gloom of the bathing room, she shimmered faintly.


Yes, he’d seen her outside the prison— the pure light she’d radiated and the shadow wings stretching out from her back. Even her deep red hair had taken on a more vibrant sheen, and when she’d looked away for the briefest of moments, her eyes had been purely luminescent, jewels given life.

Not that she hadn’t always been beautiful, because she had. Beautiful. Stubborn. Irritating. She dug in deep, refusing to be dislodged with her hotheaded impetuousness. Now?

Now she was exquisite in a way Rogue couldn’t even begin to define. Fin and Maddox both dressed in the clothes that had been left for them. It was Maddox who held out a robe and wrapped her in it before he scooped her up. She’d rolled her eyes and slapped his chest because she was fine, but he’d only nipped her ear and murmured something that had her laughing before he carried her up with the rest following.

They’d gone to the library, where fires awaited them, along with hot tea and more food. Fiona had only rolled her eyes as Maddox settled in a chair with her in his lap, and the rest dragged seats over to join them. Rogue plucked her away from Maddox when he was distracted and he scowled, but Fiona only wrapped her arms around Rogue and he curled her closer.

When he’d helped her escape, to spread her then metaphorical wings, he’d known where she was. Yes, he’d told her he wouldn’t be able to track her, but he’d known exactly where she would go, just as Fin had. He’d been able to keep his distance and check on her— discreetly— even as Alfred and Maddox had raged at him.

This time?

No, this time, he’d had a taste of the cool gray overwhelming his world once again in her absence. He would not willingly return to that half-state. One he hadn’t even realized he’d been living in for so long.

“So,” Fiona said once Fin pressed a mug of tea into her hands and she snuggled back against Rogue. “What did you want to discuss?”

Maddox opened his mouth, but it was Fin who spoke. “The prophecy.”

“Blegh,” she said, her whole face screwing up. “I hate prophecies. I hate anything magic related.”

“You don’t hate me,” Fin teased.

“For the moment,” she snapped back, but the playfulness in her voice pulled a smile from all of them, even Alfred.

Smoothing a hand over Fiona’s abdomen, he drew a light circle against the fabric of her robe. “Little sváss, we need you to listen for a few moments and to hear us on this. While I agree, prophecies can be muddled and, as often as not, vague and open to interpretation, this one very much impacts you.”

She twisted and met his gaze, searching his face for something. The little frown pulled her brows together. “How much does it affect the rest of you?”

“Anything that affects you will have to go through us,” he told her simply, directly, and she let out that little sigh of impatience before making a face.

“Fine. I will listen and do my best to not interrupt. But I refuse to not roll my eyes if I think it’s stupid.”

“Why don’t you like magic?” They’d never asked, and if they wanted her to believe in this prophecy even in as much as to help them with it, then they should know.

Slumping back against him, she made a pained sound, then laughed. “I don’t like magic because witches are the most interfering creatures you’ve ever met. They have a spell for literally everything. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have some very good witch friends. But magic and I? We haven’t always gotten along. You know how they say a hybrid can’t exist?”

She paused and glanced around at all of them, but it was Alfred who merely nodded and said, “They also say I don’t exist, Hellion.”

“Yeah, but they are kind of half-right about you,” she pointed out. “You don’t involve yourself in the world. You stay here, hidden away. You let them come to you so if they don’t, then by that logic, you aren’t a part of their world and thus you don’t exist.”

His mouth opened and then closed as he appeared to consider her words. A laugh worked its way through Rogue, and he wrapped a hand around her nape and turned her again. She met his kiss easily and lightly. Eyes lighting up, literally, Fiona leaned into him and then the tingle of her kiss spread through his whole body, and he wrapped her up tighter.

“And she’s glowing again,” Fin murmured in a low voice. Alfred leaned forward, and even Maddox studied her intently. As aware of them as he was though, Rogue let himself feel her. Something about her wildness had always called to him, from the moment he’d taken her from the prison and brought her to the keep.

The very primal part of her nature summoned his own to the surface— a part of him he’d long believed cut off. It was why he shifted again, something he hadn’t indulged in over countless centuries. She’d done more than just push him, she’d brought him back to life.

Energy hummed off of her, but it was beyond soothing and he found himself wanting to cradle her, shield her light from any breeze that would extinguish it.

“I never expected this,” Alfred said, running a hand over his mouth as he studied her.

That pulled her attention away from Rogue, and he exhaled a long breath. He could have cheerfully forgotten the rest and drowned in the brilliance of her.

“Spill it, boys. You’re starting to freak me out.”

They weren’t. Not yet. But she tried to tease it out of them. Still, when she slid her hand over Rogue’s, he threaded their fingers together.

“There’s a prophecy,” Fin said. “Borne from a vision I had of you… a long time ago. Now, while I agree with you— prophecies tend to be vague and open to interpretation— this didn’t come from just any seer. It came from me.”

That pulled her full interest, and Rogue could practically feel her leaning forward, even if she didn’t shift a muscle. “Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun!”

Her intonation of the musical notes shattered the tension, and Alfred chuckled. The soft laughter carried through the whole library, and Rogue grinned. Maddox and Fin stared at them both like they’d sprouted second heads before they began chuckling, too.

“This isn’t supposed to be funny, Beautiful.” Fin’s argument didn’t hold much weight.

She shrugged. “You’re an incorrigible flirt and you tease me constantly, and then you tell me in this super serious dark and sober voice that this ‘prophecy’ is something uber special because you saw it?”

With a sniff, he nodded. “Exactly.” Then he grinned and another bubble of laughter escaped Rogue. When was the last fucking time he’d been happy?

He didn’t have to see her face to almost feel the way she rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll give this all the seriousness it deserves. What’s the prophecy?”

Fin exhaled, then glanced at each of them before he focused on her. “When the female hybrid is born, the world will change.”

She waited a beat. “It will change?”

He nodded.

“That’s it? The world will change?”

“Hellion,” Alfred began, even as Maddox said, “Kitten—”

But a sound tugged Rogue’s attention. A sound and a ping on the wards.

It was the only warning he had before the first volley slammed into the building, but Rogue had already tumbled her out of the chair and over, shielding her as the explosion of light and sound rocked them.
Heather Long. Succubus Blessed: Shackled Souls 3 (Kindle Locations 923-999).

An attack on the Keep has Rogue fleeing with her through tunnels she didn’t know existed. This leads to an encounter with yet another of the Seven, much to the chagrin of the others. They really do need to get themselves together and stop hiding things from her. Fiona isn’t one to sit back and do nothing. She’s also not going to be caged up ever again.

The Keep, a Castle, and the Island are all sites of altercations. Maddox takes off with Fiona, wanting to protect her from all that’s happening. Of course neither Fiona or the guys are going to let him get away with that.

This book reveals many new things Fiona can do, and there’s a few surprises as well. Plenty of snark, action, some giggles, and sizzle heat kept me turning the pages.

While I’m sorry to say good-bye to these characters this book was truly the perfect ending to this trilogy.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Succubus Scales – Bonus Read

This is a bonus for buying the complete series so I’m not going to say much here.

It’s coming up on their third anniversary and the guys want some time with Fiona away from the twins. To accomplish that they need a babysitter and Wyman is it.

I’m just going to give you this quote from the beginning of the book, it cracked me up.

Whoever said having children was a sign of bliss, never had kids. – Fiona
Heather Long. Shackled Souls: Books 1-3 with Bonus Novella (Kindle Location 9002).

Their getaway leads to some very unexpected things happening, and you will love every second of this Kindle melting read.

I laughed, sniffled a bit and well I had to hydrate from the heat as well!

At the end of this one, Heather asks if we want more in this world, and my answer is a resounding YES!!!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Heather Long Heather Long

USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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