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Hot SEAL: Australian Nights – SEALs in Paradise Book 14 by Becca Jameson

Hot SEAL: Australian Nights
SEALs in Paradise Book 14
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


Ten days… No strings attached…
The perfect vacation…

He’s a SEAL married to the team.
She’s his teammate’s little sister, all grown up.
He’s on the vacation of a lifetime.
She’s playing tour guide.
He’s everything she remembers and way more.
She’s no longer a gangly teenager.
He doesn’t ever want to get attached to a woman.
She doesn’t date military men.
How can they hook up and then walk away?
How can they not?
Everything about this no-strings-attached arrangement should be easy.
Except the part where they have to guard their hearts.

Hot SEAL, Australian Nights is part of the SEALs in Paradise series. Each book stands alone, and they can be read in any order.

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When planning a ten day vacation to Australia, Justus’ friend and fellow SEAL Tony has him contact his sister. Arianna is in Australia on a work/holiday visa.

Little does he know she has taken the entire time off to spend it with him, touring the sites and she just might have other things on her mind.

This is a favorite scene.

“You’re not kidding. This is truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been in my life,” he stated as they rode the ferry into Darling Harbour. Arianna took about a dozen pictures of them as they glided through the water.

She leaned into him again, lifting a finger. “That’s Pyrmont Bridge. We’ll walk across it and eat dinner on the other side of the harbour.”

As they exited the ferry, Justus took one of hundreds of deep breaths. He liked this woman. A lot. Too much. Why did the first woman to tempt him in years have to be Arianna Gallo?

After another selfie, she grabbed his hand innocently and tugged him toward the bridge.

He smiled at the back of her, unable to stop himself. After months of stressful serious work in Djibouti ending with an intense mission in Yemen, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so often, or even at all. Yes, he’d enjoyed a fun night with the rest of his team at McP’s in Coronado Island before traveling to Australia, but before that, he’d gone months without a break of any kind. His team had used that night to unwind a bit as a unit, reacclimate themselves with regular society before splitting up and going their separate ways.

Hell, even that night could hardly count as a break considering he’d spent it in the company of his team. Not a woman. And certainly no one nearly as appealing as Arianna.

Maybe the real reason he was so attracted to Arianna was because he hadn’t been with a woman for so long. Maybe it had nothing to do with her personally.

Right. Keep telling yourself that.

She released his hand to stop in the middle of the pedestrian bridge and against the green railing. Her face flushed, and he realized he was staring at her instead of the view.

He jerked his gaze toward the harbour and rested a hip on the railing next to her. If this were a date, it would rank as the best one he’d ever been on. She was so easy to be with. After taking in the view of various restaurants, shopping, and tourist attractions, he resumed looking at her profile.

“When did you change your hair?” he asked without thinking. He even lifted a hand to stroke down the length of it before he could stop himself. He found himself making every possible internal excuse to touch her.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably senior year of high school or whenever I realized I was never going to get a date to any school dance with those out-of-control curls sticking out in every direction.”

He shifted his gaze from the smooth, grown-up version of her thick, dark hair to her face again as he let the soft lock fall through his fingers. He cleared his throat, knowing he needed to address the elephant nearly shoving them off the side of the bridge. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“What wasn’t supposed to happen?” she whispered.

“You. Me. The chemistry between us.”

She tucked her lips under her teeth.

“You’re attractive and fun and sweet and so many other things. My thoughts around you are not appropriate.”

She released her lips. “I could say the same about you.”

He feared she would say that. A mutual attraction was even worse. “There are nine hundred reasons why I shouldn’t touch you.”

She leaned in closer and flattened a hand on his chest, her hair blowing in the breeze while they stood in the center of this bridge in one of the most romantic places on earth. “You’ve already touched me.”

He smirked, setting his hand on top of hers and pressing her fingers into his pecs. Her skin was so soft. When he glanced down at their connection, it took his breath away. Her fingers darker than his, smaller, perfectly manicured pink nails, dainty. He wanted to lift those fingers to his lips and kiss the tip of every one.

Instead, he shifted his gaze back to meet hers. “We can’t get involved. Tony asked me to check up on you. I’m certain that was all he intended.”

She rolled her eyes. “Spare me a lecture about overprotective brothers. Tony isn’t here. I’m a grown adult. What I do with my time is none of his business.”

“Yeah, well. I would know, and there’s no way in hell I could face him when I return to base if I slept with his sister.”

She shrugged. “So, we won’t sleep.”

He groaned. “Arianna…”

“Why does it have to be such a big deal? How about if we just go with the flow and see what happens?”

“Because you’re not some woman I just met who’s interested in a fling.”

She shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Because I would never do that to you, even if Tony weren’t your brother. You’re not that kind of woman. I’m not a relationship guy. I have nothing to offer anyone. My entire focus for all but four weeks out of every year is on saving lives and staying alive myself. I’ve never wanted to be involved long-term with a woman. It’s a choice I made years ago. I see what it does to the rest of my team when they have to worry about someone other than themselves. It can put lives in danger.”

He lowered his voice, taking a deep breath. “I’m married to my job. I don’t have time for a woman.”

“Whoa.” She leaned back, tugging her hand free of his tight grip. “Who said anything about a relationship? If that’s what you’re worried about, you can ease your mind on that right now. I don’t date military men. Ever. For the same reasons you just listed. While you’ve watched what it does to your team, I’ve spent my life watching what it does to my relatives and friends, the ones left behind. The ones who worry and cry and stress over men they rarely see and have no idea where they’re even located. I’ve watched women give birth alone and raise kids alone and devote themselves to a very stressful life of single parenthood.” She shook her head rapidly. “I never want that, so don’t worry about me looking for anything long-term.”

Jesus. Her words shocked him. They also unnerved him. He couldn’t picture her having a fling and then walking away. He couldn’t even picture himself doing so, not with Arianna. Not with Tony’s sister.

“The point is we agree on this issue, so it’s not an issue.”

He smirked again. “Except it is, because Tony is still your brother.”

“So don’t tell him. He’s not my keeper, Justus. He doesn’t get to decide who I date or even who I sleep with. I’m sure he still thinks I’m some virginal girl who hasn’t been kissed.” She laughed.

Justus winced. He would also like to think that were true, even if it was unrealistic.

She groaned. “Come on, Justus. I’m twenty-three years old. You don’t really think I’m a virgin, do you?”

Now he cringed. “Can we perhaps not talk about your sex life with other men?” He gripped the railing with his left hand, trying to shake away images of Arianna in bed with another man. Another man who wasn’t himself.

She laughed again. “Sure. If it makes you feel better.”

“It does.” He rubbed his forehead, staring at her. Dammit. What a mess. The only reason he’d brought this subject up was because he needed to put his foot down and ensure she didn’t have any ideas. Apparently, she did have ideas and his plan had just backfired on him.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, Australian Nights (Kindle Locations 322-379). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Let me just say here, this book is kindle melting hot. The attraction between these two is off the charts. Which I’m sure was aided by Arianna having a crush on him since she was a teen.

There’s a bit of suspense and some trouble but nothing a SEAL can’t handle. With mind-blowing descriptions of the sites they visited, I really felt like I was there. Australia is on my bucket list.

I can’t wait to read the rest of this multi-author series.

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

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Outlaw Wolves – Wolves of Willow Bend Book 13 By Heather Long

Outlaw Wolves
Wolves of Willow Bend Book 13
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


She doesn’t seem to be anyone’s favorite wolf…

Luciana Esposito Barrows never imagined her dream of uniting the Lone Wolves and giving them a home could go so terribly awry. First, her brother rejected her, repudiating her from Seven Hills and leaving her without a powerful ally. Then the U.S. packs put her on notice, monitoring their movements, keeping them contained…then the Russians came. The last person in the world she expected to turn on her, was her own mate.

She was everything to him…

Rayne Barrows never thought of himself as much of a romantic. In his heart, he was a soldier and had always risen to the task where he was needed. Born in the heart of the Delta Crescent pack, he’d grown up alongside a future Alpha and willingly served her father as a faithful Hound. When the battles for ascension began, he couldn’t face those he loved in combat. He chose a solitary path instead. Journeying around the world, he found himself in Italy…and discovered a wolf he could love. Luciana Esposito captured his heart and he followed her—even when he didn’t believe in her cause. Now with a pack in tatters around them and their enemies closing in, Rayne faces his most brutal challenge.

To save the woman he loves and the pack they formed, he challenged her and took her position as alpha. Can their mate bond survive such a betrayal?

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I’ve waited a long time for this story, and it was totally worth the wait.

This book opens with a visit from Julian and Dallas, the goal to have Three Rivers operate as the other packs do, through trade. Rayne is skeptical at first but has to agree with the benefits.

Now Luciana has done some pretty dumb things but she did it for love. Unfortunately Rayne took the reins from her in Alpha Challenge. Took the pack from her in what she considers the ultimate betrayal.

What she doesn’t realize or even understand for that matter, is the fact that American packs are far different from the one she was raised in. So she keeps failing at least in her own eyes.

Rayne did what he had to do and has been giving her the space she says she needs. It is putting a strain on the pack and their mate bond. He loves her and now he has to win her back.

However the appearance of a Seven Hills Centurion, Rodrigo complicates matters.

This is a favorite scene.

More dry wall flaked away and his claws dug into the wall itself, leaving deep grooves. That would need to be repaired. “Fucking hell, Luciana. I want to talk to you—we need to talk.”

“No,” she said, and left it there. If he didn’t let her go soon, she would have to fight her way to freedom and as he’d already proven, she couldn’t beat him. Not when the last thing she’d wanted to do was harm him. The desire handicapped her severely.

Too bad he couldn’t say the same.

Though in truth, the desire to protect him waned in the face of his continued to push at her.

A portion of the frame tore away and then Rayne dropped his arm, effectively opening the cage. She strode past him and then descended the steps maintaining an air of absolute calm even if her agitated wolf wanted to either flee or fight. Her beast didn’t understand the strain she put them both through, or the conflicting emotions tearing them apart.

Her respite proved brief as he continued his pursuit down the stairs and into the kitchen. She’d planned to make coffee, but perhaps she’d just head out and let him trail her across their territory. Eventually, he had to get bored and leave her be, right?

Then in a fit of pique, she turned to the coffee maker. The previous evening’s stew sat on the stove, untouched. The rich meaty scent of it, despite having cooled, tempted her but her stomach rolled at the thought of eating anything.

She took her time, grinding the coffee beans. A triple shot of espresso would be delicious. Rayne settled against the counter, his arms folded as he regarded her. As long as she kept him out of her periphery, she could ignore him, but not the tremors his stare left eddying across her.

Unfortunately, he remained too near the espresso machine itself so she couldn’t miss the traces of earth, bacon, coffee, and grease from the diner and sawdust—likely from one of the construction projects—underscoring a particular note of juniper and berries.

Dani Reagan.

Resentment tangled with the barbed wire of jealousy, sinking deeper under her skin where the bloody marks wouldn’t be visible.

Giving a hard twist to the handle, she started the hot water flowing through the grounds to make her espresso. The dark, rich scent did little to blot out the scent of the female on his skin. Had he spent the night with her after sending Luciana home like some errant child? And if he wanted the little bitch, why couldn’t he simply let her go?

Why couldn’t she dismiss him?

Once she’d pulled the three shots, she lifted the cup and stepped away from him. She needed to drown out the nauseating ideas conjured by the wolf on him. She scented others, many others, but only Dani’s scent came through clear and distinct. Closing her eyes, Luciana took a deep drink of the espresso.

“You can pretend and ignore me all you want,” Rayne said, his tone softening from the earlier harsh rasp. “We can’t stay at this impasse. It’s not good for the pack. It’s not good for us. It’s not good for you.”

“The pack?” Her upper lip curled. “Really? I thought you wanted to be alpha for the good of the pack.” Wasn’t that his whole damn excuse for the challenge in the first place?

“And I wasn’t wrong.” He matched her tone for tone. “We were losing ground and if you continued to consort with those damn Russians, the other packs would have destroyed us…destroyed you.”

The snort escaped her before she could give it a second thought. “No they wouldn’t have. They were too busy chasing shadows and fighting for a reason to not destroy us. They had multiple opportunities and the only two alphas among them powerful enough to issue such an order were outvoted by the softer, younger ones.”

“Serafina is neither soft nor young and she was on the fence, she was gauging our success. If she caught even a whiff of what you were doing, she would have sided with Diesel and Cassius.”

There had never been any question about which alphas were the most dangerous to their cause. If Julian and his Enforcers had been a pack then, the danger to them would have increased.

“And it doesn’t matter, what I did had nothing to do with them and everything to do with protecting the pack, not that you would know.” She sucked in a breath, trying to stamp out the furious anger roiling through her. “Whatever…enough. I will not debate this with you. The Volchitsa are gone. You are alpha. The damn pack is secure, you have your wish.” She punctuated the sentence by slamming her empty cup down before she pivoted to stride to the door.

She made it two steps before Rayne grabbed her arm and dragged her backwards. Instinct warred with preservation, and she drove her elbow into his gut and her boot onto his bare foot. The distinctive sound of bones snapping preceded his fingers releasing their bite against her arm, and then she faced him and they both glared.

If she’d realized he wasn’t wearing shoes, she probably wouldn’t have stomped so hard. Probably.

Then again, he should learn to his privilege of touching her had been revoked.


“You have your position, you have your pack—but never forget, you do not have me or any rights where I am concerned.” It physically pained her to say the words, a sharp, jagged thrust to the gut.

His eyes flashed and his wolf glowed in his eyes. He narrowed the space between them until his heat rolled over her, but he laid not one finger upon her. “I have every right where you are concerned. You are still mine.”

“A hollow claim for an even emptier promise. You can put whatever name on it you wish, but I will never belong to you again.” No matter how much it ripped at her heart or left her wolf wounded to hear it. Still her other half roused to brush against the inside of her skin, incensed and ready to snap.

They both bit when wounded.

Pain flickered across Rayne’s face, too swiftly to be tracked and then a granite mask settled in place. “Be that as it may, you can dismiss whatever you want, but you are mine and you will allow no other near you. Nor will you leave, do you understand?”

The demand for obedience struck her, his dominance over hers. They were too evenly matched in some ways for her to acquiesce to his control. It crashed against her like a heavy wave upon rocks. She might be permanently stuck, but the water would not dislodge her.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She’d heard the phrase often enough in the past months, and she’d never found a use for it until now. The barb struck, striking like flint against his stony exterior. His jaw flexed and the grinding of his teeth echoed in the harsh space separating them.

They stood there, bound in the vicious jaws of their mated trap. Neither looked away, and neither gave in. His wolf all but snarled at hers, and hers bristled, hackles raised. They hadn’t wanted to hurt him before.

He might not be so lucky a second time.

Finally, Rayne’s eyes bled back to green and he exhaled a long breath. “Do not leave our territory.” It was as good as a by your leave as far as she was concerned and she strode for the door. She needed air, any kind of air…and to clear her nose of the scent of the wolf clinging to him.

But she also needed to rid herself of his scent, all dark, musky and powerful. Alpha suited him, though she would be loathe to admit it aloud. It was the same power that attracted her in the first place. Power tempered by gentleness and warmth.

One foot out the door and his last words slammed into her. “Stay the fuck away from that Rodrigo bastard, Luciana. Trust me, I will know and I’m already planning to kill him. Keep going near him and I’ll make sure I skin him first.”

The words jolted her, and when she spun to retaliate, she found herself alone. He’d left the kitchen before she’d made her escape and he’d had the last word.

She had no damn interest in Rodrigo even as a possible tie to her former home. The wolf took too many liberties and she hadn’t forgotten his spying the night before.

Pain ripped through her middle, and she forced herself away from the house, away from Rayne and farther, away from the town. She bypassed the main street and headed out into the fields, blindly walking as fast as her legs would carry her and she refused to lose it there. No one would see her weakness, or her loss.

She made it a full mile before the first tear fell.

And a second before the sobs broke from her throat.
Heather Long. Outlaw Wolves (Kindle Locations 843-913). Heather Long. Kindle Edition.

A rather horrible twist of fate lands Luciana severely injured and near death. It’s Rayne and the pack that keep her alive until the healer can arrive.

The healer was a pleasant surprise, as was all the visitors that come to aid the pack that needs help in a unique way. You’ll love who shows up as much as I did.

All I can tell you folks, is have your tissues handy, and keep hydrated.

Plenty of tension, revelations, heart-breaking scenes, and the simmer to sizzle is worth every page. Yes, Luciana and Rayne win me over, eventually.

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

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

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

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The Deluge – The Storm Book 3 by Ripley Proserpina and Rebecca Royce

The Deluge
The Storm Book 3
Ripley Proserpina & Rebecca Royce


A deluge is coming…

A year of searching has passed. A year of getting stronger. Harder. Angrier.

Whitney never thought she’d survive without her guys, but she did. They’re out there. She just has to claim them.

Now, it’s time to go to war.

Whitney is changed, she realized that in order to get her guys back she needed to be stronger. It’s a year later, she lives at Zero with Wendy and she’s leaner, more muscular and stronger than she’s ever been. An interesting side effect, her psychic abilities grew in strength as well.

She’s ready now and she’s going to get her guys back

This is a favorite scene.

“Whitney?” A knock sounded as Wendy entered the house, calling my name. I sighed. I’d tried to work on the idea of knocking before she spoke and entered but she wasn’t getting it. Either that or she was just being a bitch, which was entirely possible.

I’d moved the young woman into Zero with me and the few Uncontrolled who remained uncollected by my brother, Dex. John and Nick helped her and the others to escape their child-abusing husbands. They were strong, violent, and capable.

I’d discovered in the first two weeks of horror after my guys were taken that I was really not made for loneliness. Any company was better than none.

Besides, someone was going to have to take care of this place if I died. A bunch of women starting over seemed like the best possible option. After they’d pulled their gun off my chest, we’d worked this stuff out. Sort of. Wendy still didn’t knock.

Passive-aggressive might be her middle name.

I stopped my push-ups, pulling myself into a sitting position. Every day, I’d done two hundred sit-ups. But now it was time for me to leave. Time for me to do what I’d planned for the last year.

I was getting back the people who belonged to me, and Dex was going to wish he’d never been born—or reborn. He would rue the day he’d taken what was mine.

“Over here,” I called out to Wendy, and she rounded the corner.

“I should have known you’d be working out. Every free minute. You never take a break.”

I started my first sit up. “What would you have me do that I’m not doing?”

“Come to the show tonight.” I should have known she was going to say that.

I shook my head, heading into my fifth sit up. “I’m leaving tonight. It’s time.”

If not now, then never. I’d honed my body to the point that I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. And what I’d discovered should probably have been obvious from the beginning. The stronger I got physically, the stronger my mind and psychic abilities got. Dante would have told me this if he’d been here to see it. I’d connected my five guys to me, but I’d not been fit to handle them. I was now. And even if I had to yank each of them free from Dex’s grasp one by one, that was what I would do.

I was ready.
Rebecca Royce; Rebecca Royce. Ripley Proserpina, The Deluge (Kindle Locations 57-75). Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately yanking a hoard of uncontrolled from Dex only alerted him to her presence. She only gets John in this first attempt.

Her new found strength allows her to heal without having to sleep and John will be invaluable in getting the others.

This is truly a wonderful end to this trilogy, there’s plenty of action, revenge and a love that survives everything thrown at it.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.

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

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

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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Pinch – Military Intelligence Section 6 Book 3 by Heather Slade


Military Intelligence Section 6
Heather Slade


Feel my pinch…

When a dead body is found in her apartment along with a message saying she’s next, London Times investigative reporter Esland Cartwright knows it’s no idle threat. After all, she’s about to expose a major scandal in England’s Premier Football League. Enlisting MI5 agent Axel “Pinch” Fulton for help and protection is the last thing she wants to do, but “when in a pinch,” she knows she needs the best—and he’s it.

Pinch is buried in work, and after Esland’s poking around threatened to ruin his last case, helping her isn’t his top priority. However, seeing the terror in her eyes, he can’t turn her away. When taking her into protective custody is his only option, he finds twenty-four/seven with her is more challenging—and tempting—than he thought possible.

With the conspiracy widening, danger is closing in. Can Pinch keep Esland safe when an entire football league wants her dead?

While each book in the Military Intelligence Section 6 Series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

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Pinch and Darrow always had an on and off relationship. Now it’s truly over and they are both moving on. However the way Darrow is moving on is just a little bit different since at the moment no one knows where she is. Well that isn’t exactly true, some folks know, just not Esland.

Esland is Darrow’s best friend and she’s concerned about her, but she also has a problem. Darrow told her if she ever needed help she should go to Pinch. When she does, well lets say the first encounter doesn’t go well. The second one, gets his attention.

This is a favorite scene.

He shook his head. He didn’t tell her about Wilder’s offer, or that he preferred being farther away from London.

“You understand that your life was threatened, Esland?”

She nodded, looking out the window even though it was too dark to see anything.

“You’re not surprised.”

“I’m a journalist. Many of us are threatened or even killed for the injustices we expose.”

“This is personal. Whoever is issuing the threat knows you as Ezzie.”

She wouldn’t look at him, which was to be expected. Her hand went to her throat, indicating her subconscious was in protective-mode.

“There will be an investigation into the murder. MI5 will take over and can keep it out of the media. However, if there’s anything I need to know before we’re involved in an official capacity, this is your opportunity to tell me.”

“Are you going back to London tonight?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

That surprised her enough that she turned toward him. “Tomorrow?” He shook his head. “You are, for all intents and purposes, under protective custody.”

“I’m in custody?”

“Listen to what I said, Esland. Under, not in. It means I’m keeping you safe.”

“There must be others who could do that.”

Right. There were presently three others on Kingham grounds who could very well do the job. However, until he was able to gain clarity on why his gut was insisting he be the one to protect her, he’d listen on instinct alone.

“You don’t even like me.”

True statement, although it was more the job she did and how it impacted his investigations that he didn’t like.

“Why did you say you were at the pub to see me earlier?” he asked. “Were you already aware of the dead man in your flat?”


“So why?”

She shrugged.

“You’re not a child, Esland. I’ll ask again. Why were you at the pub to see me?”

“I wanted to talk to you about Darrow. And then you dumped me in the street. Nice move, by the way.”

“First, sarcasm has no place in our conversations. Second, you’re lying to me. Lastly, as I said before, I didn’t dump you anywhere.”

“Why did you do it?” she asked. “Am I really that horrible of a person, or that much of a nuisance?”

He honestly couldn’t tell her why he’d picked her up and carried her out of the pub. Even he had to admit it was a wanker’s move.

“I’m sorry I did that.”

“Are you refusing to answer my question?”

“To be honest with you, I don’t know why.” Axel saw a slight nod of understanding.

“Thank you for the apology.”

She did rub on his nerves, but was it her job or was it something else entirely? When Pique offered to take over Esland’s detail, his reaction had been inexplicable as well. Axel had immediately felt an overwhelming need to protect her, even from his colleague. When she asked if he was returning to London, a feeling settled in his chest like a heavy stone. The idea of entrusting her safety to anyone else was unacceptable to him. Why? He couldn’t explain it.

“Tell me about your parents.”

She sighed, taking a long time to answer. “I miss them so much.”

“I’m sure you do. What were they like?”

“I never doubted they loved me.”


“They were a unit unto themselves. I was the third to two who didn’t need one.”

Axel didn’t hear hurt in her voice, he heard acceptance.

“They were on their way home from visiting you when the accident happened.”

“Yes. I was at university.”

“Must’ve been rough. You said earlier that you have no other family.”

“Both my parents were only children. I don’t think they ever tried to have another child.”

So no aunts, uncles, or cousins, also like she’d said earlier.

“Why journalism?”

“My mother was a reporter, albeit a very different one than I am.”

“How so?”

“She was more of a social reporter.”

“How would you describe yourself?”


“As I well know.”

When he saw a slight smile from her, he smiled too.

“I never told a soul about Wren’s true identity.”

He nodded.

“I told you earlier that I found out from Darrow.”

“Yes.” He shook his head. One would’ve thought Darrow, of all people, would’ve known better.

Esland stood. “Where am I sleeping?”


“I can sleep on a sofa somewhere. I don’t need to take the only bed.”

“Not up for discussion.”

“You’re very intransigent, aren’t you? Your way or no way?”


“Right. Only sometimes. I wonder if Darrow would agree?”

Axel watched Esland walk away, knowing her estimation was dead-on. Darrow would say that he consistently refused to compromise, that he wouldn’t apologize, or even try to see things her way. He could hear her voice in his head, saying all of those things. Not that she was any less stubborn than he was.
Heather Slade. Pinch (Kindle Locations 350-397). Military Intelligence Section 6 Book Three.

I have to say getting information out of Esland was much like pulling teeth for Pinch. It doesn’t help that he’s falling hard and fast for her. She on the other hand has loved him for a very long time and her friendship with Darrow is holding her back.

Plenty of suspense and intrigue as we find out why the body and threat turned up in Esland’s apartment. We finally find out where Darrow is, we see some folks from K19 as well, I love that by the way.

Not an easy relationship but one that makes so much sense. Lots of memories, with a few twists and turns that may surprise you.

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

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My books are filled with things that bring me joy: music, wine, skiing, families, artists, and cowboys. Not always in that order.

I’m an Amazon best-selling author, and a PAN member of Romance Writers of America. I speak, teach, blog, am an executive sommelier, and all-around entrepreneur.

I grew up an east coast girl, and then spent half my life on the west coast. Now my husband, our two boys, and I happily call Colorado home.

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Hot SEAL: Tijuana Nights – SEALs in Paradise Book 10 By Cat Johnson

Hot SEAL: Tijuana Nights
SEALs in Paradise Book 10
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Cat Johnson


He survived Houthi rebels,
but he might not survive his sister’s best friend . . .

Navy SEAL Zachary Browne made it back from Yemen to find a squatter living in his house–his sister’s best friend who is now an apparently homeless and very possibly insane, sexy AF interior designer.

Gabby claims Amanda hired her to redecorate his place as a surprise. His sister should know the two things Zach hates more than surprises is change and people touching his stuff. But Gabrielle Lee Interiors & More has done all that–and more.

And now Gabby is missing–in Tijuana of all places–and he has to go find her during his leave.

But things can get wild south of the border–and not just from the chemistry they’ve been trying to ignore for more than a decade.

What happens in Tijuana . . . might just kill you.

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This book opens with Zack deployed and his sister Amanda interfering once again. This time she recruits her best friend Gabby to redecorate her grandmother’s home which was now Zack’s. Of course Zack knows nothing about any of this, other than Amanda had been telling him to do it for a long time.

Gabby’s fledgling interior decorating business is floundering, so much so that she focused entirely on her jobs instead of the fact that she had to vacate her apartment because of the building’s new owner.

Taking advantage of the fact that Zack was deployed she temporarily moves her stuff there while she does the redecorating. Not expecting him home for weeks yet.

This is a favorite scene.

As Zach’s mental list of his most valuable worldly possessions slowly expanded, he pressed himself up against the wall of the house, sliding along the foundation as silently as he could while trying to avoid the scrubby shrubs growing there.

Make that the prickly scrubby shrubs.

What the hell? Were those thorns on that damn bush? It had never flowered, as far as he knew, so why the fuck was this prickly thing planted here?

As the shrub grabbed onto Zach’s cargo shorts and legs, tearing at both the fabric of his clothes and his skin, he cursed himself for not having taken more of an interest in the landscaping.

He certainly would now, once this takedown was over.

In fact, he was on leave. He’d already checked in at base and the next couple of weeks were his own. Gardening hadn’t been on the agenda but he could squeeze in taking a machete to this damn killer plant.

A woman’s voice halted both his thoughts and his movement. From his place outside the open bathroom window he heard clearly the sound of the water running in the shower and a woman singing.

He knew the window had been closed and locked when he’d left for Djibouti months ago. It should still be locked unless Amanda had been by and opened the windows for some reason—


Was it his sister who’d parked in his driveway and was singing in his bathroom? And what the hell was that she was singing, anyway?

Was that a Disney song? It sure had that unmistakable sound to it.

Zach had a sudden recollection from his childhood of Amanda seated in front of the television with a DVD in the player, singing along at the top of her lungs to some animated film.

Yup, it had to be Amanda inside.

Her singing sounded a lot better today than it had back then, when she’d bellowed along, dressed in a pastel frilly dress pretending she was the princess on screen.

With a sigh, he relaxed, falling out of SEAL mode and into annoyed brother mode instead.

Why was she here and showering at his house, and with a strange vehicle filled with a butt load of stuff?

Shit. Had something bad happened between her and her husband? He liked Jasper. He’d hate to have to kill his brother-in-law for hurting his sister.

Loosening his grip on the club, he reached into his pocket and drew out his house key. Opening the front door, he stepped inside.

Intruder-scare aside, it felt good to be home in the land of free flowing Big Macs and reliable WiFi. Not to mention private bathrooms—which he was going to have again as soon as he determined why the fuck his sister was in his and got her out of it.

Zach leaned the golf club in the corner of the front hallway and looked around. Why did it smell like paint? That question was soon answered when he noticed the walls.

Why the fuck was the hallway a different color? And where was the carpet? He frowned down at the shiny wooden floors before his gaze moved on to the living room.

Where was the furniture? And where the fuck was his TV?

He might actually have felt better thinking he had been robbed. At least that was something he could get angry about. But this—this was worse because he had a strong suspicion about what was really going on here.

Amanda must have suggested a dozen times that he redecorate. He’d always said no. Then he’d deployed, leaving his nosy, annoying, untrustworthy sister alone for months with his spare house key.

Jaw clenched, he stomped across the gleaming wood of the empty living room and down the hallway. He resisted the urge to kick in the bathroom door and instead flung it wide with a force that sent it crashing against the wall.

“What the fuck did you do to my house?”

The blood curdling scream that came from behind the new shower curtain gave him a moderate sense of satisfaction.

Good. He was glad he’d startled her, because she sure as hell had surprised him.

“I swear, Amanda. I told you I liked my house just the way it was—”

“Zach. It’s not Amanda.”
Johnson, Cat. Hot SEAL, Tijuana Nights (SEALs in Paradise) (pp. 49-51). Cat Johnson. Kindle Edition.

This book is so much fun, well except for an excursion to Tijuana to get the tiles for her business client.

A touch of action, plenty of laughs, misunderstandings, sibling love, and plenty of romance and heat.

I love this multi-author series, I really need to catch up on the new books. Don’t forget to check out Cat’s page there’s a bonus prequel to this book to fetch.

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Cat Johnson is a top 10 New York Times bestseller and the author of the USA Today bestselling Hot SEALs series. She writes contemporary romance that usually features hot alpha heroes (who often wear combat or cowboy boots) and the sassy heroines brave enough to love them. Known for her unique marketing she has sponsored pro bull riders, owns a collection of camouflage and western wear for book signings, and has used bologna to promote romance novels.

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Enchanted – A 1001 Dark Nights Novella – Masters and Mercenaries Book 18.5 by Lexi Blake

A 1001 Dark Nights Novella
Masters and Mercenaries Book 18.5
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Lexi Blake


A snarky submissive princess

Sarah Stevens’s life is pretty sweet. By day, she’s a dedicated trauma nurse and by night, a fun-loving club sub. She adores her job, has a group of friends who have her back, and is a member of the hottest club in Dallas. So why does it all feel hollow? Could it be because she fell for her dream man and can’t forgive him for walking away from her? Nope. She’s not going there again. No matter how much she wants to.

A prince of the silver screen

Jared Johns might be one of the most popular actors in Hollywood, but he lost more than a fan when he walked away from Sarah. He lost the only woman he’s ever loved. He’s been trying to get her back, but she won’t return his calls. A trip to Dallas to visit his brother might be exactly what he needs to jump-start his quest to claim the woman who holds his heart.

A masquerade to remember

For Charlotte Taggart’s birthday, Sanctum becomes a fantasyland of kinky fun and games. Every unattached sub gets a new Dom for the festivities. The twist? The Doms must conceal their identities until the stroke of midnight at the end of the party. It’s exactly what Sarah needs to forget the fact that Jared is pursuing her. She can’t give in to him, and the mysterious Master D is making her rethink her position when it comes to signing a contract. Jared knows he was born to play this role, dashing suitor by day and dirty Dom at night.

When the masks come off, will she be able to forgive the man who loves her, or will she leave him forever?

Master’s and Mercenaries is one of my all time favorite series. I read the first book before I realized the importance of reviews to authors. Now I have this blog and I have started a re-read of the series. When I saw this book I knew I had to request it. Kai and Jared are favorites of mine.

Now I wasn’t sure how this was going to play out. When Ian and Charlotte get playful things always get very interesting.

Jared isn’t on TV anymore, he hasn’t had any movie roles either, but he is producing things. Including a documentary on the serial killer who had been his best friend. He walked away from Sarah at that time, not wanting all the negative to impact her.

Sarah has agreed to participate in the documentary that is going to focus on the victims. She was to be one of them, but Jared had saved her. She also has a secret she’s hasn’t told anyone. Not her best friend Kori, not any of the Taggarts.

With Charlotte’s birthday festivities about to begin, Jared also has a plan to get back with the only woman he’s ever truly loved, Sarah.

Oh the intrigue, interesting games, and the twists and turns that lead to all the truths being revealed. You will need tissues, lots and lots of tissues!

I truly enjoyed this book as it covers some serious issues with dignity and class and emotion.  Along with the tears, there is also much fun, teasing, sensuous play and sizzling heat. 

I can’t wait to see what Lexi comes up with next in this world.

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NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.

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Blaze – The K9 Files Book 4 By Dale Mayer

The K9 Files Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Blaze had planned to go home
to Rockfield, Kentucky, some day.
He just hadn’t expected it to be this soon …

Until Badger offers a reason to head in that direction. As a longtime animal-rescue volunteer, hearing about the plight of Solo, a shepherd with severe dissociative issues from her military days, Blaze knows he has to see this through.

Camilla, on her way to an event she’s planning, tries to avoid hitting a dog as it runs across the road. Blaze witnesses the accident and stops to help, realizing this could be the shepherd he’s looking for. Even better, Camilla is a hoot, and it’s been so long since Blaze has had anything to smile about.

But memories run long and insults cut deep, and someone isn’t happy about their blossoming friendship. Or maybe even several someones … How far will they go to stop it? And who will still be standing when this all ends?

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Badger and his team have been tasked by Commander Cross to select the right people to find military dogs that are now out of the loop. They have basi information as to the dog’s last known location. It’s up to whoever they recruit to report back if the dog is being cared for properly.

In this book, the dog Solo was well named, she didn’t bond with the new family and appears to be alone. Blaze has a good reason to go look for her, his father, a dog breeder and trainer live in Rockfield and it’s time for him to go home.

What he didn’t expect was to find a young woman broken down on the side of the road, one who attracts him. The reason she damaged her car was because avoided hitting a dog. One that matches Solo’s description.

It was all Blaze could do to hold back his snicker, but he caught Slim’s eyes as he rolled them, so Blaze explained. “What Slim means is, if you can’t afford to buy four new tires, you need to at least replace two, so you’re two and two.”

“Why would I do that?” She stared at him in outrage. “Only one is broken.”

And Blaze did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He started to chuckle, and that chuckle ended up in true laughter, and, before he was done, he was bent over double— until, all of a sudden, he was being whacked on his shoulders. She’d grabbed her purse out of the front seat and was hitting him with it.

He stepped back, holding up his arm defensively, desperately trying to get his breath. “Sorry,” he gasped. “That just struck me as terribly funny.”

She glared at him. “You’re not very nice.”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” he said, but Slim was grinning, waiting to see if Blaze could get out of this pickle. “But Slim here wasn’t doing a great job of explaining that you shouldn’t drive with one tire odd to the other three. They should be replaced in twos, even if one is still okay.”

She fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. Then she spun around to Slim and said, “And when were you going to tell me that part of it?” Her voice got darker by the minute.

“Now, Camilla, don’t you start with me,” Slim said. “I’ll even help you and Blaze unload your car into his truck, okay?”

“I’ll move my truck. Give me a sec.”

With her silent nod, all three jumped into action. When the transfer was complete, Slim walked back to his tow truck and lowered his winch.

“I’ll get this vehicle loaded up. I’ll take it back to my shop, and we’ll see. But no guarantees. And, yes, Blaze is right. You should have four new tires, two at minimum. Plus a spare. I know business hasn’t been going that great for you lately, so I’ll do what I can, but you need to plan that into the budget coming up. Because those other tires are almost,” he said, stopping for emphasis, “shot too.”

She snorted and marched to Blaze’s truck. Blaze figured maybe he was the better of the two bets after all. He managed to keep his chuckles to himself, but he patted Slim on the shoulder as he walked past and said, “We need to have a beer and catch up.”

“Give me a shout,” Slim said. “It’s good to have you back in town, man.” And he turned to hook up the small car.

Blaze turned on his truck and headed back into town. He mentally marked the location and then saw Mile Marker 26 up ahead.

“What are you looking at?”

“The mile marker here,” he said, “so I can come back and look for that shepherd.” S

he stared at him, her eyes huge. “You’d do that?”

Dale Mayer. Blaze (Kindle Locations 227-249). Valley Publishing Ltd..

Blaze’s reunion with his dad goes better than he expected and then he gets down to the business of finding Solo. He also checks up on Camilla and takes her for coffee.

Apparently gossip travels fast and it becomes very apparent that her family isn’t pleased she was anywhere near Blaze.

Intriguing twists and plenty of laughter as Blaze pursues not only Solo but Camilla as well.

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

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

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

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

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