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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.

Protecting Her Heart – Baytown Boys Book 16 by Maryann Jordan


Baytown Boys…
Military duty called them away to war zones, but after tours overseas, the group of friends found their way back home as men, seeking the peaceful little seaside town. Now, the band of brothers, together once more, work to provide a place for less fortunate veterans to call home.

Protecting Her Heart
Baytown Boys Book 16
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan

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He’d known poverty… but overcame the odds to become the Chief of Police of a tiny beach town.

She’d known wealth… but barely survived her world crashing.

Wyatt Newman wanted to serve and protect.

Milly Addair needed a place to hide and heal.

Opposites attract, but can it last? When the world she left behind comes looking for her, will Wyatt be able to protect her life and her heart?

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The beginning of this book showcases a terrible incident that causes our heroine to eventually relocate.

Millie Adair has no intention of leaving her rental home or interacting with any of the residents of the small town of Manteague on the eastern shore of Virginia.

Wyatt Newman the Chief of Police here in Manteague. He doesn’t live in town, but on the outskirts with only one home other than his in close proximity. When he hears the property has been rented, he makes the decision to stop and say hello. He was surprised to find his neighbor seemed quite anxious at his presence.

Millie has much to overcome, and the quiet of the shore outside her rental home called to her. This is a big step for her as she heeds the call of the warmth and peacefulness of the early morning.

This is a favorite scene.

Taking a tentative step in the sand, she relished the feel of the soft sand on her feet. The sting of unshed tears hit her eyes, and she blinked to keep them from falling. This is not a time for tears. She lifted her hand, and with shaky fingers pulled the scarf down, allowing the sun to cast its warm glow over all her face.

A lightness filled her, the first in months, and she looked around with glee. Little birds ran along the shore and floated on the water. Not seagulls, she didn’t recognize them. She snapped more photos of them as she walked along. Her feet came to a halt at the sight of a large bird standing in the edge of the water. Staying very still, she watched as his long neck stretched slowly, then suddenly dove its beak into the water, coming up with a small fish. She’d seen pictures of herons but had never witnessed one as it was on its morning breakfast hunt.

She looked over her shoulder, making sure not to go too far from the end of her pier. She had made it to the pier that came up from Wyatt’s house, but all was quiet. Still safe, she snapped more pictures of the heron with her phone. I’ll send a few to Mr. B. She wished there were others she could share the photographs with but knew he was the only one she could trust at this time. With her encrypted computer and new phone, she was able to send a note or chat with Samantha occasionally. Her assistant Penny had taken new employment with Portia, a move that made perfect sense even if Millie’s heart squeezed a bit, knowing that everyone else’s lives had moved on. Penny was such a good assistant. But I no longer need one. And Portia had filled in for her as they finished the filming, now moving on to other roles. Mr. B. handled Sidney, but her agent would soon drop her contract since he had many other clients still working in the business. Mr. B. also dealt with her publicist, who was still walking the fine line between feeding the vultures bits about how well her recovery was going and keeping the press at bay.

In truth, her physical recovery had proceeded quickly. The studio, immediately sensing the very real possibility of a lawsuit, had called in one of Hollywood’s top plastic surgeons to meet the ambulance at the hospital. Once the ER doctor ascertained that no organs had been compromised by the deeper cuts from the glass, he’d sent her immediately to surgery where he’d sutured the numerous lacerations that covered her body. His talent resulted in her scars being as minimal as possible, but they were still very visible, several of them large, deep, and disfiguring. Scar revision surgery loomed in her future, but she needed a little more healing before she’d be ready to head back into the operating room. Mr. B. had arranged an extended stay at a private hospital, both for physical therapy and to offer seclusion.

Dark thoughts began creeping into her mind, marring the moments of happiness she’d experienced. Closing her eyes, she began breathing deeply, recalling the advice of the counselor she’d seen while recuperating. Focus on now, not the past. Find happiness in something each day. Discover something positive. Tilting her head back, she allowed the rays of the sun to penetrate her eyelids, allowing the warmth to seep back in.

Exhaling, she opened her eyes and stared back over the soothing waves. She continued to walk, and her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and for the first time in months, she felt hungry.

“Good morning!”

She jerked her head around at the sound of the deep voice, gasping at the sight of Wyatt leaning against the rail of his pier, a cup of coffee in his hand. She clutched the end of her scarf, tucking it over the side of her face, praying he was far enough away not to have seen her clearly. She ducked her head and mumbled her return greeting. “Good morning.”

As she started to walk away, he called out, “I’ve got a thermos of coffee and can’t drink it all myself. I planned on sitting on the bench and watching the birds. I’d love to have your company.”

She meant to shake her head and keep walking. She didn’t need to sit closely with someone who might at best stare and at worst recognize her. She didn’t need to take any more chances than she already had today. In fact, she’d taken a great many chances. Stepping onto the deck, walking out on the pier, moving onto the sand, walking a little way on the beach. Listing those activities shocked her, realizing how far she’d left her comfort zone already.

Her arms crossed over her middle, ready to flee, but her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to be rude to someone who didn’t deserve it. Turning slightly, she glanced up toward him, opening her mouth to offer thanks but politely refuse his invitation. Instead, her mouth snapped closed as he filled her gaze. His hair stood on end as though he’d simply dragged his fingers through it after getting out of bed. His beard was slightly scraggly, obviously not trimmed yet. His black T-shirt had a few wrinkles as though it had just been pulled from a pile of clean laundry. Cargo shorts hung low on his hips, and his feet were exposed with leather flip-flops.

She dragged her gaze back to his hair and watched the breeze ruffle the strands, giving him the look of a little boy. And yet, he was all man. A man who didn’t give a fuck about what he looked like first thing in the morning.

He grinned and lifted his thermos, giving a little shake. “Honest, Millie. I’ve got coffee to share as long as you don’t mind that it’s got cream and sugar in it.”

Millie had never been able to drink coffee without cream and sugar, hating the bitter taste. Now, she licked her lips as the scent of delicious coffee wafted by in the breeze. The internal battle between fleeing and accepting continued to war until she realized she appeared ridiculous standing silently on the shore staring at him. She started to shake her head but was shocked when she opened her mouth and the word, “Okay,” slipped out.

Ready to refute her reply, he’d already grinned and was pouring coffee into another mug. “Great! We can just sit on the bench and enjoy the morning.” He stepped away from the railing and sat on the bench.
Jordan, Maryann. Protecting Her Heart (Baytown Boys Book 16) (Kindle Locations 648-694). Kindle Edition.

With baby steps, and encouragement from Wyatt, Millie slowly comes out of her shell.

I love the way this story develops, each step an accomplishment as the relationship between Wyatt and Millie grows into more.

There’s going to be some interesting and scary things that challenge these two.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series, I love the characters so much!

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I have always been an avid reader. My early memories were of my mother taking me to the library and allowing me to check out as many books as I could carry. My favorite books were checked out numerous times and read over and over. I would use my Barbie dolls to play out the scenes in books (such as Nancy Drew!).

I have written as a hobby for many years (probably since childhood). I have written devotionals, autobiographical writings about having a severely handicapped, medically fragile child, about my mother’s Alzheimer’s, and other subjects that interest me.

I joke that I “cut my romance teeth” on the old historical romance books. In 2013, I started a blog to showcase wonderful writers. In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head pleading for their story to be told. Thus, Emma’s Home was created.

I worked as a counselor in a high school and was involved in education for the past 30 years, until retiring in 2015. I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for 35 years and have 2 adult, very supportive daughters. When writing, my dog or one of my cats will usually be found in my lap!


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Shielding Sierra – Delta Team Two Book 8 by Susan Stoker


Shielding Sierra
Delta Team Two Book 8
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Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker

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Sierra Clarkson thought she’d found the perfect way to serve her country without having to join the military…until she was kidnapped right from the base in Afghanistan she was working on. Even worse, no one knew she’d been taken and no one was looking for her.

Except someone was. The tall, very confident in himself, Delta Force soldier she’d met one day on base a year or so ago. Fred “Grover” Groves hadn’t ever forgotten the red-headed spitfire working in the chow hall. And once he discovered she hadn’t simply blown off his advance by not getting in touch with him when he went home, and she was, in fact, kidnapped…nothing would keep him from finding her and bringing her home.

But Sierra wasn’t exactly a damsel in distress, and Grover would find that out first hand. He’s never loved a woman more…but neither would have a future together if they didn’t work together to battle a common enemy.

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At the end of the last book we saw Grover head to Afghanistan after receiving a letter from Sierra that was delayed a year. Grover never forgot her and was truly disappointed when he didn’t hear from her once he was home. The letter spurs him to something he knew would get him in trouble, get himself captured. Doing so has him finding Sierra and she’s in far better shape than he could have imagined.

This is one of many favorite scenes.

The second she heard voices coming toward her, she tensed. She knew better than to leap up and grab onto the bars of her cell, but oh how she wanted to. The lights their captors carried weren’t the brightest, but they put off enough of a glow for her to see Grover. He was barely able to walk, even with men on either si

e of him, holding onto his arms. He stumbled over his feet as they dragged in the dirt. Shahzada was nowhere to be seen, but the other men were grinning as if they’d just had the time of their lives.

Grover now wore nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and she could see dark areas on his legs and torso. Blood. His face was a bloody mess as well. He’d obviously been hit repeatedly, and it made Sierra’s anger bubble under her skin, though she kept quiet and didn’t say a word as their captors opened the cell and threw Grover inside.

They turned around and left without a sound, and it wasn’t until she and Grover were once again alone, in the pitch darkness, that she left her spot against the far wall of her cell. Sierra crawled over to the other side and lay down. She reached her hand and arm between the bars, bending her elbow. The position was uncomfortable, but if Grover moved closer, she knew she’d be able to touch him. And she needed that more than she’d ever needed anything, ever.

“Grover?”

He grunted.

“Scoot over here. Toward my voice. My hand is through the bars, I should be able to touch you if you get close enough.”

She heard slow movement in the cell next to hers and held her breath as he came closer. She jerked at the first touch of his fingers against hers, then grabbed hold when his hand brushed hers a second time. She could feel the dirt from the floor on her own skin, and wetness on Grover’s, which she knew was probably blood. But none of that mattered. He was alive, and warm, and she could feel his pulse hammering in his wrist.

She wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t want to ask what happened; she already knew it was bad. Sierra thought back to everything she’d been through in the last year, and knew he’d probably suffered through as much—or more—as she had in the past.

“I’m okay,” Grover said softly.

His words were slightly garbled, and Sierra squeezed his hand. “You kinda sound a little like your namesake right now.”

He chuckled lightly, and the sound ran up her spine and curled around her heart. She wracked her brain to think of something to talk about, anything that might take his mind off the pain. “Did my hair look as bad as it feels?”

“No.”

She assumed he was bullshitting her. Regardless, for the next fifteen minutes, she quietly told him the story of how she’d manipulated her captors until they actually thought it had been their idea to cut it. “I know it looks awful, that I have to look terrible, but it feels so much better this way.”

“Smart,” Grover said.

“If it makes you feel better, they’ll probably leave you alone for a few days now. They like us to be relatively healthy and strong before they try to break us again.”

Grover grunted.

“So that will give your team more time to get here.”

She heard him mumble something under his breath.

“What can I do to help?” She felt useless just lying there. Holding his hand didn’t feel like nearly enough.

“You’re doing it,” he replied. Then he asked, “Did they do this to you?”

“No,” Sierra said guiltily. “When they took me, some of Shahzada’s followers hadn’t ever tortured anyone before. I was practice. At least, that’s what I was told. They did really awful stuff, especially the waterboarding. But they didn’t usually draw blood. Maybe it’s because I’m a woman. Or maybe because I’m not a soldier and had no real useful information. I don’t know. But I feel guilty that they seem to have gone so light on me, comparatively.”

“Don’t,” Grover said. “They took your freedom. That’s bad enough.”

“I guess. Did you do what I told you?” she couldn’t help but ask. “Did you tell them what they wanted to know?”

“Didn’t ask anything,” Grover said. “Just beat on me. Shahzada especially.”

“Assholes,” she muttered, the hate easy to hear in her voice. “He’s jealous of you. Probably remembers how much your team was respected. From the little I’ve overheard in the last year…he seems pissed he hasn’t been able to get a better foothold in the Taliban network and is taking it out on his captives. I think he wants to move up faster, but he’s kidnapping the wrong people to make that happen.”

Grover grunted.

“I’m not saying his followers are good men, but they aren’t as bloodthirsty as Shahzada. They have families. Wives and children. I get the impression they like the idea of climbing the ranks, but aren’t willing to be as violent as Shahzada to get there.”

“Still gonna die.”

Sierra nodded. “I know. And I don’t feel bad about it. Not at all. Their fate was sealed when they sided with Shahzada.”

Grover didn’t reply, and after several long seconds, she felt his hand go lax in hers.

Sierra didn’t let go. She knew her arm would eventually fall asleep from the awkward position, but she didn’t care. She needed to keep this connection with Grover. She felt guilty that he’d been hurt so badly. Not once in the last year had she been tortured as heavily as Grover obviously was today.

She ran her thumb over the back of his hand. She’d have to let go eventually. Go back to the other side of her cell so when their captors hopefully returned with food in the morning, they wouldn’t know she and Grover had connected. If they did, Shahzada would certainly use that against them.

But for now, she stayed huddled against the edge of the dirt wall in her cell and held Grover’s hand as he slept. At least she hoped he was sleeping and hadn’t passed out. There was always the possibility that Shahzada had hit Grover hard enough to rupture something inside his body.

Moving a finger down so she could feel the pulse in his wrist, Sierra sighed in relief at the steady beat.

She’d been afraid to believe Grover earlier, when he’d told her his team would find them, but now she prayed harder than she’d prayed in the last year.

Find us. Grover needs you.
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Grover’s team does show up and they manage to accomplish getting them away and the well-deserved demise of Shahzada.

I really loved their homecoming, Tex met them at the airport with not only a phone for Sierra, but it was loaded with a slew of phone numbers she could call for anything she may need. He also arranged for both her and Grover to spend time at The Refuge, a facility catering to veterans and civilians alike who need respite from trauma and/or help for PTSD. I LOVE TEX!

Being home again is very challenging for Sierra, what with the reporters and the sympathy and pity. Her parent while supportive, can’t make everything better.

Grover arranges for them to head to The Refuge a bit earlier, and while there they spend a lot of time getting to know each other. Although you do know he wants her to move to Texas.

This is all just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I think I was screaming NO for a bit. Sierra shows incredible strength and initiative, there is no doubt that she and Grover are meant to be.

While I hate saying good-bye to this series, I loved the epilogue which not only wrapped up some things but also teased at upcoming books, all of which are now on my ‘Want to Read’ list.

Thank you, Susan, you never disappoint!

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Tennessee where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, Indiana, and Tennessee. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.


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Dark Lovers – Iron Wolves MC Book 5 by Elle Boon


Dark Lovers
Iron Wolves MC Book 5
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Raina wanted what every female wanted…As the only daughter of the vampire king, and a wolf shifter she was given everything she could ask for. Sheltered her entire life. Until her world was turned upside down as she was kidnapped to become Satan’s consort.

Creed was equal parts good and bad, or so he said…Being the son of Satan and an angel, he lived a life filled with death and battle. Each he excelled at, until he saw something he’d die for. Raina Cordell, his Chosen.

What would you do to save those you love? For Creed, he’d give up his eternal soul to the very being who’d relish in his blood. Raina had searched for hundreds of years for what her parents had, thinking never to find the one being who would complete her. Just as she finds him, she has a choice. Her life, or his. Will they survive the coming battle, or will the battle be more than either are willing to sacrifice?

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As I continue my re-read I have realized just why I love these books. Not only are the characters personalities complex, the world is also.

The couples we have at the moment are Lyric and Rowan, Breezy and Xan, Laikyn and Kellen and although they aren’t prominent in this series, LeeLee and Slater. Just as important are some of the other characters we’ve met especially Jennaveve ‘Jenna’ the Fae Queen and Damien and Lucas the vampire/wolves.

In this book we meet not only Damien and Lucas’ sister Raina but also Creed. Now Creed’s a bit different in that he is the son of Satan and an angel. That relationship is how he finds Raina.

Raina wakes to a disturbance she can’t identify and finds she can’t reach out to her family. She wakes up in a place that is almost a scary as her guard. Creed walks in and demands her guard leave, but there’s a battle instead. Raina sneaks out of the door and connects to her father, but he’s not so certain it’s her. When he does Raina can’t say anymore, she’s lost too much blood. Creed needs to get her out of Hell and quickly. At the portal he asks his mother for help and ends up in Jenna’s realm.

There are many revelations made at this point, but they know Raina’s parents need to know she’s safe and protected.

This is just part of that conversation and a favorite scene.

“My father would like to speak with you again.” Raina held the phone out.

Creed rose with the grace of the predator he was. “This is Creed. How may I be of service to you?”

Damikan snorted. “So formal. You can start by explaining how you came to be in Hell.” Even though he’d appeared the debonair man all those centuries ago, he still hadn’t shown his true self. A fact he should have realized meant Luna wasn’t meant for him.

“That is easy. It is where I grew up, and the home of my…shall we say, father, for lack of better terms. Although, I will say there is no love between the two of us.”

Raina raised her head to the ceiling. Creed was being purposefully obtuse. To him Damikan was not his king.

Creed waited for the inevitable explosion, but he was not one to cower to anyone, least of all his Chosen’s father. Start as you mean to go on has always been his motto, and the last way he meant to go on was licking the boots of a man who was probably younger than he. Oh, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t respect the man as the father of his woman, but he wouldn’t allow the man to talk down to him. Hell, his own father ruled the entire underworld with an iron-spiked fist, and Creed didn’t shake in fear when the bastard brought the hammer down on him. Repeatedly. Even if that meant he would have to regrow limbs lost. Not even if it took him years to heal. Nope, he was a stubborn bastard that way, in more ways than one.

“I don’t think I like your tone, boy,” Damikan said in a menacing tone.

He made sure the other being could see the image he projected. “I got your boy, boy,” Creed said without heat.

Raina gasped. “Creed that is my father. You can’t talk to him that way.” She jumped up, reaching for the phone he easily held out of her reach.

“He started it.” On her next jump, Creed grabbed her around the waist and held her against him.

“And what are you, a two year old?” She tried for the phone again.

He looked to Jenna for help, but the woman seemed more amused at the display than anything. “I do not remember being two. Two hundred, maybe. Two thousand, most assuredly.”

The sound of the couple on the other end of the phone gasping had him stilling.

“Exactly how old are you?” Damikan asked in a measured voice.

“Do you really want to know? Be very sure before you answer, for once you have this knowledge, you can never…well actually, I can take it away. Although it is painful I’m told.” Creed tossed the phone to Jenna as Raina’s squirming was demanding more of his attention. “Deal with that. I don’t need the phone to talk to them.”

Jenna caught the phone in her hand and pressed a button. “Hello again.”

“Is the man you are standing near able to hear us?” Damikan asked.

“Tell him the answer is yes.” Creed walked over to a chair and settled down with Raina in his lap. She looked tired.

“Let me have that phone back, please,” Raina pleaded.

“Raina, honey, are you safe?” Luna’s voice came over the speaker loud and clear, holding a note of fear Creed had never heard his own mother display.

“Luna, I can assure you, your daughter has never been safer than she is right this instant. Whatever took her was able to do so under you and your family’s nose. I’m not accusing, I’m just stating fact. Until the threat is stabilized or eliminated, the best place for her is with Creed.”

“What is this Creed to her?” Damikan asked the million dollar question.

“She is his Chosen, I believe that is the term he uses. You would call it in your world a Hearts Love. No matter the name, she is his other half that much is true. Fate has decided for them, and for better or worse, we will work together to keep her safe.”

“Daddy, my wolf recognized him from the very beginning.” She looked at him.

“I want my baby girl home. Why don’t you bring her here where we can protect her with my Elite soldiers?” The demanding King was back.

Creed shook his head, a chuckle escaped. “Sir, I believe we are where my father can’t reach us, other than Heaven, there are not many places he doesn’t have access. I can block all our paths from my father, but if his minions come to you, they will be able to extract information from anyone in your household. And before you say you are too strong, remember you are dealing with the ruler of the Underworld. If you’d been here, he could get that info, and possibly send someone here.”

He let his words sink in and waited. Raina’s eyes widened. When she didn’t immediately jump up and demand he let her go, his heart resumed its usual beat.

“Jenna, explain to him what my Elite and I are capable of. Yes, she may have been taken from my home, but that was a mistake that will never be repeated. I foolishly thought nobody would dare trespass. Believe me, I’ve corrected that oversite,” he growled, every bit as fiercely as any wolf.

“Be that as it may, I won’t allow her safety to be tested. You don’t know him like I do. He won’t stop, unless I stop him.” Creed wrapped his arms around Raina. The thought of her back in the waiting room outside his father’s court sent a cold chill down his spine. Never!

“Mom, tell your husband that he needs to accept his baby girl is grown.” Raina rolled her eyes. “Listen, I’m tired and really want to rest. I’ll call you both in twenty-four hours. Every twenty-four hours, okay?” She looked to him for confirmation.

He nodded, and watched as Jenna gave her assent as well. At least they were on the same page.

“If you don’t call me every twenty-four hours on the dot, I will track you down, and there will be Hell on Earth to pay. Do you hear me Creed and Jenna of the Fey?” Damikan threatened.

Creed smiled, while Jenna didn’t look the least bit fazed.

“And, Jenna. I do believe there are two very anxious young men looking for you. The last time I saw you we had taken you back to my home.” Censure clear in the words had Jenna turning away from them.

“I apologize for disappearing on you and your wife, but I needed my realm to heal properly.”

“Don’t let him upset you, dear. However, have you tried reaching out to Damien or Lucas?” Luna asked.

Jenna and Talia stood. “I need to rest. I am not at a hundred percent still.” With a regal nod, she folded her hands.

“Got it, old man. Now, off to bed with you folks.” Creed waited till Raina said her goodbyes, then disconnected the call, making sure there was no link back to them.

“Now what.” Raina asked.

Jenna took a deep breath. “Now, we rest.”
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Creed doesn’t know why his father has set his sights on Raina, but he isn’t letting him win.

Raina is once again taken, this time through her dreams. Here she meets Kyrene, a halfling, sibling to Creed. This is both good and bad.

Kellen, Lucas, Damien, and Jenna accompany Creed to Hell to get Raina.

Plenty of hair-raising moments, some more interesting folks, and the sizzling mating of Creed and Raina.

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

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

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Blood Bonds – The Bonds That Tie Book 3 by J. Bree


Blood Bonds
The Bonds That Tie Book 3
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After three years on the run, I’m back in a Resistance camp, chained to a chair as the resident monster.

Everything I ran from, all of the villains of my past, they’re all here to take another bite out of me. But this time, I’m not alone.

With my Bonds desperately trying to reach me and new friendships I never expected, I start to believe that maybe I won’t become the weapon they want me to be. Maybe I’ll be a monster of my own creation.

When loyalties are questioned and Bonds are tested, everything I thought I knew gets turned upside down. Who are my friends, and who are my enemies?

Are Bond ties stronger than blood?

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

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series STOP go back and read them first!

The prologue to this book is a flashback to the aftermath of the car accident that killed Oli’s parents.

We then start with the guys clearing out a resistance camp in a very bloody way. They get thirty-eight gifted out, they will be helped and even with care some will still die. It’s as they are heading home that they realize something is wrong. No one can contact Oli or Kieran. When they get ahold of Atlas he yells at them it’s too late, that Kieran took Oli and they don’t know where. Nox takes a look through Brutus’ eyes and can tell she’s alive but not where she is.

Oli is tied to a chair in what is considered the VIP area of the camp. Silas Davies has particular plans for her, she knows what’s coming, she’s also planning their way out. She starts with getting them to leave Kieran in the tent with her. She takes a risk to contact Gryphon so he can order Kieran to follow her lead on things.

She also does something very sneaky that’s going to upset her bonds, she gives Brutus to Kyrie.

This is a favorite scene.

The showers are in another smaller, darker tent on the other side of the camp. I’m sure they’re not lit up with appropriate lighting like the rest of the camp for nefarious and disgusting reasons, but I already know that the women are alone in there.

For now.

“Clear out of the far stall! There’s a VIP here.” Sarcasm drips from her words, and I roll my eyes.

The women all look over at us both and shuffle away from the stall, and I turn to get my restraints loosened. I still can’t do all that much with my hands, but in theory, I’ll be able to undress my lower half and wash off. My shirt won’t come off, but I’m not going to go over the semantics with this woman right now.

All I care about is that, by some insane stroke of luck, Kyrie is in the next stall over.

I walk into the tiny space and snap the curtain closed as though I’m actually going to shower. The Resistance woman stands so close to the stall that I can see her feet poking through underneath the curtain. I want to punch her through the fabric, just to catch her unaware and serve the bitch a little justice, but I’m sure she’ll get what’s coming to her soon.

Patience, Oli.

I have to repeat that word over and over again until this is all over with.

I don’t bother undressing or tuning the water on. I’m not even going to bother with that sort of farce here. Instead, I walk over to the far end of the stall and crouch down to wave my hand under the small wall until Kyrie notices it and crouches down as well. I stick enough of my arm under there so that she can see the clothes I’m in and can hopefully tell it’s me. The gap is big enough that I can see that she’s still in her underwear, just rinsing off the same way I did for two freaking years. It’s smart.

You don’t want to get caught completely unaware in here… by anyone. The women are just as bad as the men, jumping each other in the showers in power plays. It’s stupid, and they shouldn’t bother fighting amongst themselves like that, but they do. Something about desperation and fearing this place brings out the worst in them all. I can’t really talk. If I were in their places, I’d be the same.

Once again, my bond saved me from that. Now I’m going to use the knowledge and the resources I have to keep Kyrie safe from it all too.

I pull Brutus down from my shoulder; his form is more smoke than solid. He doesn’t attempt to play or nuzzle me, completely subdued from the boisterous puppy that he usually is.

I wonder if Nox is watching me through his eyes right now?

He mustn’t have seen anything that would lead them to me, because there’s no doubt in my mind that Nox would be first in line to drag me back, if for no other reason than to have his favorite verbal target back.

It occurs to me that I’m just squatting here in the showers, silently staring at a nightmare creature while Kyrie is probably assuming I’m having a breakdown of some kind.

Hell, I might be.

I bring him up to my lips and whisper softly, “Keep her safe. No one touches her, jumps her, without your protection. Leave no evidence behind.”

When I drop my hand back down to usher him over to Kyrie, I see her startle and hesitate, her hand slow to come out and accept the little bundle of smoke, but Brutus moves to her without question. I have to believe that if Nox is watching, he’d be happy to know that I’m trying to keep Gryphon’s sister alive and safe while we’re stuck here.

I wait for a moment, and then I let our fingers grasp together for a second, squeezing them in the only reassurance I can give her right now, before I pull away and stand back up, rubbing my hands over my legs to brush away the soap suds and dirt from the muddy ground of the shower.

When I snap the curtain back, the woman is waiting there for me, her ear pressed close to the fabric like she was trying to figure out what I was doing in there without the shower on.

Good luck with that, bitch.

“I’m ready to go,” I drawl, and she scowls at me.

“You didn’t even wash anything. What’s the point in me getting you over here?”

I shrug at her and enjoy the huff of frustration I get back, not even caring when she’s rough about tightening my restraints and jerking me around to get me moving again.

Kieran is safe because of my lie.

Kyrie is safe with Brutus.

I’m as safe as I’ve ever been thanks to the bond growing angrier and more savage by the hour in my chest.

We’ll survive until I can get us out.
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It isn’t long before Davies brings both her and Kieran to his torture room. He has plans for Oli and they are going to be painful and bloody.

I’m not going to say anything more other than Oli is awesome! There is more bonding in this book as well as more cleaning up of camps.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series, I need more answers and Nox needs to come around.

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All Cowboy & Heart – The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 3 by Rhonda Lee Carver


All Cowboy & Heart
The Brothers of Dove Grey Book 3
By
Rhonda Lee Carver

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A tattooed cowboy. An age gap. A secret baby. And one night with a stranger will lead to unexpected dreams.

She’s about to trade in the title “Cougar” for “Lioness”.

Dustina “Dusty” Cavanaugh has been around rough and tough cowboys all her life. She has two unwavering rules. One, don’t mix business with pleasure. Two, never, EVER, believe anything that a cowboy says right after an eight second ride. Then she blows it over a charming, handsome cowboy. He gives her a night to remember…and a positive pregnancy test.

Wales couldn’t get the sexy brunette off his mind. She’d embedded herself in his veins and her memory kept popping up—in more ways than one. When she shows up in Dove Grey to do a story on his brother, Cade Dawson, Wales is torn between his feelings for Dusty and keeping his head, and heart, on track. A cowboy is supposed to be tough, but she tests his durability. Can he convince her that the age difference isn’t a big deal?

Then she drops the “P” bomb.

Surprises unravel–some good and some devastating. Will their growing love detonate or will an unforeseen presence bring them together to live happily ever after?

Dustina “Dusty” Cavanaugh was waiting for her date, Bull rider Griff Alamo. He was late when usually he was punctual. As she watched the dancers, one cowboy in particular caught her eye. The thoughts she had startled her, since she only wanted the guy she was waiting on. When Griff arrives, she’s dancing with that cowboy and having a good time.

Now Dusty was never one for a ‘hook-up’ but after spending so much time with Griff she felt it was right to end the rodeo with a romp in the hay. Only she didn’t know Griff has a big secret, he has a wife.

Wales Dawson does PI work on the side and was hired by Griff’s wife Chantel to prove he’s cheating on her. The last thing he expected was for his client to show up where Griff is expected to meet up with the woman he just danced with.

This is a favorite scene.

Dusty felt her world crashing down around her. She didn’t know if she should expose Griff or just walk away and count her blessings that she found out his tricks before she made a huge mistake.

The way his wife looked at Dusty made her skin crawl. She felt guilty although she had no clue that he was married.

“You heard her, baby. She’ll call,” Chantel wrinkled her nose. “She’s taken up most of your time this week anyway.”

“Excuse me?” The words were out before Dusty could trap them. She’d never been one to accept being walked on.

“Oh, it’s okay. All the ladies try to occupy my husband’s time. I wouldn’t expect you to be any different.”

So, Chantel did suspect what would happen tonight. The verbal shots were fired, catching Dusty off guard. What had Griff told his wife? Had he confessed? No, she couldn’t imagine him doing that. Although she gave Chantel some leeway considering she was married to a prick, Dusty didn’t like being put between a rock and a hard place. “I’m different. I don’t know what Griff said—”

“How about we let Miss Cavanaugh get back to whatever she was doing,” Griff cut-in.

Chantel smirked. “You said yourself that you couldn’t take my calls because she followed you around like a desperate puppy, never letting you have a moment of peace.” Griff’s groan made her laugh. “Oops, I guess I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, was I?”

It took nearly three seconds for Dusty to wrap her brain around what she’d heard come out of the woman’s mouth.

Anger made Dusty clench her hands into fists and she took a step forward, feeling like she needed to punch one of them, but a lifeline came from the most unexpected person.

“Hi, sweetheart. Ready for another dance or you ready to get out of here?”

Dusty popped her chin up. There stood the cowboy with all the fancy dance moves. She blinked in surprise but his smile didn’t slip, not even a sliver. Once she had her composure in place, she realized what he was doing and felt shocking relief. “Hi.” She issued soft laughter when he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her close. It was as natural to relax and press her hand at his flat stomach, right above that large silver buckle, just as dancing with him had felt. For two strangers, they fit cozily together, her in the nook of his arm with his fingers pressing into her bare back.

Wales took the cue and nuzzled his nose in her hair, drawing her even closer, sending a private message that he had her back.

She trembled slightly. Sweat beaded between her breasts.

Their gazes met and held, a wordless exchange of understanding. They were on the same page to send Alamo the memo that whatever he’d shared, or wanted to share, with Dusty had come to a halt.

Wales could practically see Alamo’s shoulders slump in disappointment.

Chantel, on the other hand, had lost her smug expression while she feasted her eyes on Wales. She didn’t even bother hiding her interest while her husband looked on. “Hi there.” She held out her hand for Wales. “I’m Chantel. And who might you be?” Her eyes dazzled.

“I’m Wales,” he said simply and shook her hand, feeling the scrape of her long nail over his palm and seeing the tip of her tongue sweep over her bottom lip. He wasn’t the brightest when it came to women, but he caught her silent invitation loud and clear. So, it appeared that she and Alamo both had some loyalty issues.

“Are you and Dusty together?” She lifted a brow.

“Yeah, we’re together,” he said proudly looking down at the woman who snuggled close. Her bewildering eyes looked lighter against her dewy skin.

“Did you two meet at the rodeo?” Chantel asked seemingly oblivious to Alamo’s smirk.

“Nah. She’s been my sunshine for what…how long has it been, sweetheart?”

“T-two years.” Dusty warbled.

He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “We got into a messy argument before she came here to grab her story. After I had some time to think about things, I realized I couldn’t live one minute without this little lady in my life so I came to apologize for being a jackass. You know, we can all be dumbasses at times, right buddy?” He settled his gaze on Alamo for a good two heartbeats then returned his attention back to Dusty who still stared. “Thank goodness she forgave me and we’re back together.”

“Oh yes…yes.” Her cheeks turned a rosy color.

“You two are the cutest.” Chantel beamed. “Can Griff and I buy you both a drink?”

“No,” Dusty said a little quickly, then recovered with a half-attempt at a smile. “I mean, now that Wales and I are back together I want to have him all to myself. We have some catching up to do.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

“I bet you do.” Chantel devoured Wales with her piercing eyes. “Enjoy. I know I would. I mean, will.” She wriggled up closer to Griff and slid her claw like nail along the open neckline of his button down.

Wales’d had enough of the drama.

“How about that dance?” He grabbed Dusty’s hand and heard Alamo mutter something under his breath, but Wales didn’t care. He continued leading her toward the dance floor and just as they plaited their way through couples, he bent his mouth close to her ear. “Now let’s make this look real, shall we, sweetheart?”

“Why did you do that?” she whispered.

“Someone had to save you from that asswipe,” he gritted out. “Yet, seeing your expression I think I just saved Alamo from you.” He chuckled.

She dipped her head back to look at him. Her eyes were like a glossy lie detector. “You knew he’s married and that’s why you came over, right?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you know?” He wrapped his arm around her slight waist so that he could swing her. He noticed that Alamo and Chantel were still watching. Wales had a strong feeling both were a little jealous. “They’re watching.” He grinned.

“I feel like a fool.” She let out a shaky laugh, then said, “No I didn’t know.”

He spun her out and then dragged her back, locking her gaze with his while grinding his hips against hers in a way that made her eyes widen slightly. “I’m sure you’re not the first woman he’s duped. Most probably don’t even ask about his relationship status.”

The corners of her soft lips dipped. “Did you know who my date was from the start?”

The art to lying—not that he was a liar—was to stick as close to the truth as possible without giving away too many details. He didn’t want to fib at all but he had his client’s confidentiality to protect too. Didn’t the job end the moment he found out Alamo hadn’t cheated during the event? “Yeah, I had a guess.”
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Wade saves Dusty from embarrassment, and they actually get to know each other a little before they end up in her hotel room. They have a rather uncomfortable morning after, at least for Dusty, I kinda got a kick out of it.

There were consequences of that very enjoyable night, now Dusty has to tell Wade. Her boss comes up with a story she wants done on his brother Cade, and Dusty intends to get to know Wade a lot better before telling him.

An enjoyable, fun and sizzling tale with more than one surprise.

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Wicked Justice – Sutton Capitol on the Line Book 3 by Lori Ryan


Wicked Justice
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Her intelligence is what draws him …
and what makes him so wrong for her

From the start Detective Ronan Cafferty knows Tiff Carson is too good for him. But the sexy professor’s passion for her work and undeniable beauty brings him back to her again and again.

As his notorious ability to hide his emotions crumbles, Tiff shows him he might be the right match for her after all.

But when her sharp eye gets them a lead they desperately need to catch a brutal serial killer, Tiff winds up in the sights of a damaged man bent on destroying everyone who’s wronged him.

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Lori Ryan is continuing her Sutton Capital On the Line series with a new book coming January 4, 2022! She’s writing with T.E. Evans on this one!
T.E. Evans is the super-secret pen name of my co-author on this book. She’s a fabulous author who is helping me take this idea from plot to paper and I’m so glad she is! Hopefully you are, too. She and I hope to keep writing in the On the Line world. There are a whole lot more sexy cops in this world looking for their happy ending!

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Once again, I am starting a series at the latest book instead of the first, I have the others I just haven’t read them yet. I’ll have to get on that.

This book opens as Detective Ronan Cafferty and his partner Zach Reynolds are called to a particularly gruesome murder scene. After the initial they are heading back to the station to await identification when their Captain calls. He unfortunately has an ID for them which means it’s going to be a high-profile case with pressure to solve it quickly.

With the ID they start further investigation into the victim Noah Barrett. As they are doing that Zach’s girlfriend and state trooper Shauna O’Rourke arrives with a friend in tow. Introduced as Tiff Carson a professor doing research on a closed serial killer.

Tiff wants to interview them about the case as much as they can reveal since some things are entwined with a case that is still in the courts. They agree to cooperate, but with their latest case will have to make time at a later date. Now Ronan was interested in maybe getting to know Tiff better until he finds out she’s a teacher, a professor no less. He doesn’t date teachers.

As they investigate, they find couple of cases with the same MO in Massachusetts. It’s possible they have a killer going across state lines.

It’s once Ronan sets up a murder board and Tiff comes to the station to meet up with him that a break is made. Tiff remembers the names on the board from here dissertation case.

This is a favorite scene.

“Any new developments?” Tiff glanced at the board behind him.“If by new developments you mean new problems, then yes.” He stepped closer to her, hands still itching to reach out to her. “The father of our victim went missing this morning. We don’t know if his disappearance is related, or if the poor man just got confused and wandered off somewhere. His grandkids said he was already in a frail state, and the news of his son dying certainly didn’t help matters.”

“Oh geez. I’m sorry,” Tiff said, then squinted as she looked closely at the board with a furrowed brow.

Ronan moved to step in front of it. He shouldn’t be letting her examine their work on an active case so carefully, but before he could, her face cleared and she looked to him, eyes round.

“Oh, wow…” She looked back to the board, a light bulb clearly going off in her head.

Ronan studied her. “What is it?”

“These names.” She looked at him again and put her hand to his chest to move him aside. “Are these people all linked to your case?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “They’re all related to the Howell case!”

“The who?” Zach came up behind them, returning with pages he’d printed from their social media search of Marcus Jones and Yasmine Bray.

Ronan searched his memory for the name ‘Howell’ but came up blank.

Tiff met his gaze and spoke excitedly. “The Addie and Teddy Howell case happened forty years ago. I researched the case as part of my dissertation when I got my doctorate. They were teenaged siblings from Springfield, Massachusetts. Addie was sixteen and Teddy was fourteen. On the outside, theirs was a picture-perfect middle-class family. But in 1981, they murdered their parents in their sleep.”

Ronan’s jaw tightened knowing there was a lot more to that picture-perfect family. “What was going on behind closed doors?”

Zach set down his papers and circled to stand beside Ronan as Tiff relayed details.

“Nothing good, as you can imagine. Addie claimed her father had been raping her from the age of eleven. Even worse, her mother allegedly knew about it but didn’t intervene, pretending it wasn’t happening. Addie and Teddy had two younger siblings, one of them a girl who had just turned ten. The teens’ story was that Addie worried their father would turn to the younger girl and they were determined to make sure that never happened. Addie and Teddy slit their parents’ throats in their sleep.”

Throats slit. An image of Noah Barrett’s dead body flashed into Ronan’s mind. “Teenagers did that?” Ronan asked, trying to wrap his mind around the kind of rage and pain that would have taken.

Tiff nodded, seemingly understanding his skepticism. “Addie hit their father in the head with a hammer several times to keep him down while Teddy cut the mom’s throat and then later the father’s, though Tiff’s beating had already taken his life.”

Zach looked at the names on their murder board. “And what do these names have to do with that case.”

There was now a small gathering of other detectives around them and the energy buzzing around them said they all knew they were about to move forward on this case in a huge way.

Tiff pointed at the board. “Noah Barrett was their neighbor back then. He was sixteen at the time. The police interviewed him, and he said Addie and Teddy had an unusual brother-sister relationship. Said they were a little too close.”

Ronan turned his gaze to the board, staring at Noah Barrett’s name. Could this all really go back to a case that happened when Barrett was a kid?

“Noah’s father, Luis Barrett,” Tiff continued, “represented the kids in court.”

Ronan blinked, shocked. “Really? That kind of thing wouldn’t fly nowadays if his son had given the investigators information.”

Tiff pointed at him with an approving nod and he could picture her doing the same with a student in her class.

“True. But things were different back then. Luis Barrett volunteered to represent the kids, and since no one objected, the court allowed it. Anyway, it’s not widely known that Noah Barrett made any statements to the police. I only found that out when I met with someone who’d been around during the initial investigation. Noah never testified because he didn’t have anything truly significant to add to the already overwhelming evidence.”

“Did you ever publish your findings?”

Tiff shook her head. “I was going to but changed my mind. It wasn’t right for the piece I was working on at the time, so I just filed it away, planning to use it for something later. The information is out there though if you look hard enough.”

“What about the others?” Ronan asked, gesturing to the Massachusetts victims. “Gretchen Meyer was a caseworker in the 1980s. She was assigned to look into allegations Addie made against her father to one of her teachers. She closed the case though, after interviewing the Howell family and their neighbors. She didn’t believe Addie’s claims were credible and referred her for counseling. She left social work after the Howells killed their parents.”

“She went to work in a doctor’s office, so we didn’t find a connection between her and Acavedo.” Zach looked grim as he relayed the information.

“You couldn’t know,” Tiff said. “She was never called to testify or even interviewed in the case. I found her years later when I looked into the allegation Addie had made.”

“The kids’ attorney didn’t call her to testify in their defense?” Ronan was shocked. A good defense attorney should have been raising exigent circumstances and making sure the sexual abuse came out.

Tiff shook her head, her expression saying it all. She thought the case had been botched as well.

She pointed to the other name on the board. “William Acavedo was the prosecutor. Even though Addie was only sixteen, Acavedo tried her as an adult and made her out to be the leader in planning the murders. Teddy was deemed to be just following her orders and he was tried separately as a juvenile. When it was all said and done, Addie was sent to prison, where she died in a knife fight at the age of nineteen.”

Ronan almost shuddered. Addie’s case was so tragic, he wondered why he hadn’t heard of it before. He shook his head. “And what happened to the other siblings?”

“The two younger siblings were placed into foster care. Teddy was sentenced to juvenile detention until he was eighteen. There are records of him getting arrested several times after that though, for things like burglary and assault. The last record I found showed he was released after serving two years on an assault charge in 2000. After that, he just kind of fell off the grid.”

Ronan’s mind worked to fit the latest puzzle pieces together. It wasn’t completely clear just yet, but it looked like their killer was getting revenge against anyone involved in the Howell case.
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Not only do things heat up in the case, but the relationship between Ronan and Tiff becomes more personal as well.

Tiff apparently has a younger brother with the same issues Ronan has and when he realizes she’s not putting him down or calling him stupid he lets her get under his blocks.

Suspense, intrigue and twists and turns abound as Ronan and Zach race the clock to solve these murders. There’s also romance with just the right amount of sizzle!

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​She is the author of the Sutton Capital Series; the Heroes of Evers, Texas; and the Triple Play Curse Novellas, a set of novellas with sexy baseball players at their core as part of Bella Andre’s Game For Love Kindle World. She has also published in Melanie Shawn’s Hope Falls Kindle World and in Robyn Peterman’s Magic and Mayhem Kindle World.

She lives with an extremely understanding husband, three wonderful children, and two mostly well-behaved dogs in Austin, Texas. It’s a bit of a zoo, but she wouldn’t change a thing. She loves to connect with her readers. Follow her on Facebook or Twitter or subscribe to her blog.


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What if… – Psychic Visions Book 20 by Dale Mayer


What If…
Psychic Visions Book 20
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Detective Abigail Cartwright has earned a reputation for solving weird homicide cases, but, when she’s called to a lecture hall at the local university, she faces the oddest one yet. During a What If … lecture, run by soon-to-be-retired Professor Gertrude Milligan, two students died. Without any signs of how or why.

Confused, Abby digs in to solve the mystery, only to find several old cases connect—or do they? Were the two students murdered, or was something else going on?

Professor Leon Wellington is worried about his aunt Gertie. Their personal history was bad enough, but to have two of her favorite students die right in front of her has left her shocked and grieving. How can she not be a prime suspect in this case? Then she goes missing …

When the past collides with the present, the stakes are higher than ever, as a killer realizes how close he is to losing everything …

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Once again, we go on a journey into the strange and unknown.

Detective Abigail ‘Abby’ Cartwright is assigned to this case since she has the reputation of solving the weird ones. This one however is stranger than she’s ever come across. She’s also known Stefan for a long time, and he’s helped her with some of the stranger ones she’s come across.

This time it’s the deaths of two college students in a lecture hall, that happens simultaneously at some point near the end of the lecture. Professor Gertrude ‘Gertie’ Milligan is shocked and definitely shaken by this occurrence. When Abby begins her interview there’s someone else with Gertie. Her nephew Leon Wellington who is also a professor here. The one thing that is standing out is the lecture topic of What if and one scenario of if there was a back door to your mind someone could enter and influence you.

The University has had some bad press with a cheating scandal and was hoping for a few years without any further incidents. These deaths will certainly bring unwanted press back again.

I have to say I found Abby’s partner Harvey a bit needy, as he stops by the next day apparently expecting breakfast. he lets her know about the video of the students coming and going.

Things become even more complicated when the go to speak with Gertie to see if she could confirm all of them on the video are her students and maybe identify them. Only to find her unreachable. Abby calls her nephew Leon, and he comes with keys. She also learns more about Leon as they try to figure out where she might have gone.

This is a favorite scene.

Noting all of that, Abby walked down to the garage and looked in through the window. “Looks like an older Mercedes.”

“That’s hers. It’s a maroon color.”

She nodded, as she turned to walk back. She looked over at Harvey. “I guess we’ll return to the university then.” Turning to Leon, she asked, “Does your aunt have any special haunts?”

“No, but she does have friends on campus, so it wouldn’t be out of line to consider that she’s spending a moment, having coffee with someone. It would have been a tough night for her.”

Back in Abby’s car, she and Harvey made the fast trip to the university. As she got out, she headed in the direction of the professor’s office.

“Do you think she’s dead?” Harvey asked.

“God, I hope not,” she murmured quietly, as they walked through the halls, filled with students mingling and rushing from one end to the other.

“But, if we don’t find her, we’ll have to consider the alternative.”

“Which is?”

“That maybe she couldn’t show up for her day at the office.”

He looked at her sharply, but she shrugged. “Hey, this is a long way from being an open-and-shut case. Anything and everything is still on the table.”

As they got to the professor’s office, she knocked. When there was no answer, she tested the door, but it was locked. As she turned, she saw Leon coming toward them. He frowned, as she nodded at the door. “It’s locked.”

“I have a key.”

“Wow.” She stared at him intently. “Is that normal?”

“For me and my aunt, yes,” he replied. “Lots of times she’s forgotten things, and I’d still been at work, and she’s asked me to pick it up here and drop it off on my way home.”

On the surface that made a lot of sense, but, at the same time, she just wasn’t so sure. He quickly unlocked the door and let her in. She walked around and felt some relief, knowing that nobody was here. She looked up at Leon. “Can you tell if she was here anytime recently?”

He wandered the small space. “Everything is always like this.” He raised both hands in disgust. “She’s the only person I know whose desk is always absolutely pristine. Her files are always very orderly, everything exactly as you’d always want it to be. I’ve tried myself, really tried, yet somehow I can never achieve the same thing.”

“It does show a very strict and disciplined mind-set.”

“True,” he murmured. “But don’t get me wrong, Detective. She’s also a very warm and caring person.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” she noted, “but the need to have her desk like this? It usually shows a need to have control in her life.”

He studied her carefully. “That’s an interesting assessment.”

She shrugged. “So where is she likely to be right now?”

“That’s what I was hoping to find out when I got here,” he replied. “Normally she would be right here. But she isn’t, so I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Fine. We’ll do our best to track her down. Does she have any favorite places, like a summer getaway cabin or something? Does she have any place that she would go to get away from all this?”

“This is it… the university,” he said, with his arms spread out. “This is her passion. She lives and breathes it.”

“No partner ever? No children? Other siblings?”

He shook his head. “A fiancé who died but no children. And, my parents, both her sister and her brother-in-law died decades ago.”

She nodded quietly.

“What is it you’re thinking, Detective?”

“Actually I’m worried,” she said bluntly. “Two of her students were murdered, and I don’t know if any of it is connected to her. I would like to have her safe and sound here in front of me, so I don’t have to worry about where she’s gone or if somebody else has found her.”

At that, his gaze narrowed, as he studied her intently. “You’re thinking that her life might be in danger?”

“I’m thinking that anything is possible,” she snapped. “Including that.”

“I did talk to her last night, after I dropped her off. She sounded fine, told me that she was tired and that she would have an early night.”

“An early night could mean an early waking up”— she looked around—“ particularly for somebody of this mind frame.”

“Maybe she wanted to come in and get some work done, particularly if she would normally work in the evenings,” Harvey suggested. “Last night wasn’t conducive for it, so it would make sense that she would come in here to catch up.”

She frowned at that and turned toward Leon. “You have no idea where she is, correct?”

He shook his head. “I have no idea, and now I’m getting worried myself. I checked with the friends I mentioned and neither had heard from her.”

Abby said, “I think I’ll go over to the dean’s office.” When she saw Leon hesitate, she looked at him and asked, “Any reason not to?”

“No, but while you’re there, you should ask him about some not-so-nice letters she’d received.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t mention this last night.”

“Last night we weren’t talking about my aunt,” he replied quietly. “We were talking about students from her lecture hall.”

Point to him for that one. “Well, if you can think of anything that’s connected to your aunt— anything unpleasant, criminal or otherwise related— I’d like to hear about it. So, tell me about these letters.”

“There’s just been a letter writer over the last few years who has given her grief,” he explained. “I don’t have all the details. She’s always tried to just toss it off as no big deal. They weren’t threatening in any way, more like angry at her teaching style.”

“And that might be true,” she said, “but, under the circumstances, it still bears consideration. Sometimes these letter-writing types are harmless, and sometimes they can be dangerous.”

He nodded. “I agree with you there. That was always my experience in the industry as well.”

At that, she stopped and looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I was on the force for fifteen years. I now teach criminology here.”

“Why here?”

“Partly because my aunt is aging, and it’s just the two of us,” he said quietly. “Partly because I enjoy being in a university atmosphere.”

“Are you still in law enforcement at all?”

His lips quirked. “Yes. I work as a consultant.”

“I knew I’d heard your name before.”

His eyebrows shot up at that. “Interesting. I normally consult with the FBI.”

“Right.” She nodded. “Are you the one who specializes in cults?”

“I wouldn’t say that I intentionally specialize in cults,” he answered quietly, “but I have been brought in on quite a few cult-related cases, yes.”

“Right, that’s probably why they all seem to think you’re a specialist. Just because you’ve helped them on a case or two.” She shook her head. “I’m in the same boat. People put me on these woo-woo cases, whatever the hell that means, and suddenly I’m a specialist too.”

At that, he stopped, stared. “Woo-woo?”

“Of course it’s a perfectly legal term,” she stated, with a straight face. But her eyes twinkled.

He smiled. “A sense of humor, I like that.”

“It’s what keeps us sane, isn’t it?” Just enough challenge was in her voice that she waited for his response.

Leon nodded quietly. “It is exactly that. It’s a tough-enough job at the best of times. It’s rather brutal, especially when there are a lot of strange cases. These deaths affect everybody.”
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As things get even weirder, Abby’s headaches start getting worse. Stefan has told her to open up more to her abilities and they would get better, but she’s still in denial.

Leon does his best to help without being a hinderance even as he and Abby get closer.

There are many twists and turns in this one and every time I thought I had a clue, I really didn’t.

I can’t wait to see what Dale comes up with for this series next.

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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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Summer’s Gone – A New Dawn Book 3 by Jen Talty


Summer’s Gone
A New Dawn Book 3
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For eighteen years, Coral Crowe has been living with half a spirit. This being has helped her keep and protect the vase where the last of the royals have been held in order to protect their race. Now that they have been set free, the fairy spirit must be reconnected with its other half, or it will become one with Coral, destroying the fairy princess, and mother of another set of Wolfairy twins that Coral was destined to become.

The only problem is that Coral has become so infused with the spirit, she doesn’t know what parts of her core belong to her…or the spirit, making separation a difficult and potentially deadly process for her…

And her fated mate.

Drew Furgeson watched his older brothers’ mate and produce a new being: the Wolfairy. The last thing he wants to do is join the ranks of fatherhood, especially when the matchmaker informs him that his fated one is not only the insanely way too happy Coral Crowe. To make matters worse, his instincts are spot on about her not being what everyone thinks.

But one single passionate kiss pulls Coral’s core personality to the surface. She and Drew begin their race against time to find the spirit’s other half, otherwise, an entire species will be wiped from the planet before it ever really had a chance.

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Coral and Drew are mates, but something is stopping them from recognizing that fact. There is another entity or spirit inside Coral, they have to separate, or he will die. The fate of all the wolfairies are in Coral’s hands.

This is a favorite scene as Coral becomes able to communicate with it.

“We’re both in contact with the being, who thinks his name is Norse,” Drew said, getting his own mug before sitting at the table. He winked when he glanced in her direction.

Her stomach filled with butterflies. It reminded her of the first time she’d ever smelled a fairy.

Wait? She’d smelled one? She was one. So that didn’t make sense to her, but maybe it was Norse who had…

No. He was a fairy too.

She sucked in air through her nose, trying to decipher all the scents in the room.
Wolf.
Fairy.
Wolfairies.
Isadore’s twins.

It was the scent of the Wolfairies that caught her attention. She’d loved the scent of Finn and Ivy the second she’d lifted one of them into her arms. She could rest her nose against their tiny, little heads and take in the sweet, innocent aroma all day long.

A tickle of a memory of something similar massaged her mind. Maybe it was a memory of Norse?

Well, she’d bother him and Drew with that idea later.

“You spoke to it?” Nico asked with wide eyes. “Like projected with it?”

“Exactly.” Drew raised his mug. “He seems like a nice enough fairy and not only do we need to get him out, we need to put him somewhere to keep what’s left of him together.”

“Left?” Isadore asked.

“He feels like he’s disappearing,” Coral added.

“The vase,” Isadore said. “It worked for Ralph and all the other Royals. That should be a good place for him.”

“Why don’t we go get it?” Nico set the griddle next to the sink. “Maybe all she needs is to come in contact with it.”

“I was the one hiding it, so I don’t think that is the case.” Coral remembered feeling the positive energy that came off the glass bottle, and it really helped her when her sister had been out of the house when they’d been kids. It helped her stay happy and focused on… no. It helped Norse stay on task. Even though he had no idea he was inside her to protect her, he’d done it.

“You haven’t touched it since I opened it.” Isadore jumped from the table. “It can’t hurt to try.”

“Go get it and we’ll devour these pancakes,” Drew said, stabbing a fork into a fluffy stack.

“I’m starving.” Coral followed his lead, waving her fork in the air and smiling. “We’ll be here, enjoying these.”

Nico laughed, shoving a laptop across the table. “And looking at the flash drive Cheryl gave you because I think this might be important. And you might have Norse, or whoever, watch it too.”

“I’d forgotten about this.” Drew put the stick in the side of the computer.

“I like weddings,” Coral said, then nearly choked on her pancakes as everyone in the room stared with her as if she’d just caught the garter belt.
Jen Talty. Summer’s Gone (Kindle Locations 698-722). Jupiter Press.

There is a lot that happens in this book, but separating Coral and Norse isn’t all that needs to be done. It’s just one more step.

As the reader we get to know more than the characters a very interesting twist. Then there are the wolves and witches that don’t want the prophesies to come true.

Plenty of action, suspense, a mating and so much more as this story unfolds. I really can’t wait for the next book!

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


Slater’s Enchanting Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 4
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Wounded and hidden for years, LeeLee had found acceptance within her wolf. She learned firsthand the harsh reality of never being loved, and vowed to protect her heart, and body from suffering the same pain ever again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t borrow trouble, Danielson.”

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

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

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

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

Payton nodded. “I think so, Jennaveve.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re in labor?” Laikyn screeched.

The entire bar quieted, turning to stare their way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lots of laughter, some tears and plenty of sizzle.

I’ll be starting book five shortly.

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

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

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


Kellen’s Tempting Mate
Iron Wolves MC Book 3
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A NOT SO NAÏVE SHE-WOLF:

Laikyn O’Neil has loved Kellen for years. Thinking to prove her love, she sets out to learn how to be a good submissive, only to find herself needing a savior.

THE RELUCTANT ALPHA:

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

AN UNDENIABLE BOND:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Motherfucker,” Kellen growled.

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

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

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him. But, since you so conveniently created a link with me…yes, I felt your presence, Alpha, you will always be able to contact me. Just try to knock first. I do like my privacy. Feel free to share what I taught you with your pack. Knowledge is power, wolfman.” Damien ended the call before Kellen could say another word.
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There is still more to learn and share with his pack, but first Kellen and Lake will complete their mating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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