Shelter – The Wanderers Book 4 By Becca Jameson

The world is no longer a safe place,
especially for women.
For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining.
Militants, the government,
and private citizens alike will do anything
to find young women and force them
into unthinkable arrangements.
The Wanderers are a secret
underground society, born to provide
sanctuary for anyone who believes in
free will and democratic notions.
They have grown in numbers for many years
and have several compounds
where their citizens live in safety.

The Wanderers Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson


There is no safe place in the world anymore, especially for women. For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining. Militants, the government, and private citizens alike will do anything to find young women and force them into unthinkable arrangements.

Against the darkness of this world stand The Wanderers—a secret society born to provide sanctuary for anyone who believes in free will and democratic notions. Their numbers are growing and their citizens live in safe, hidden compounds.

Serve and obey your husband. The Republic has drilled this command into Haley for the fourteen years she’s lived in a home for girls. Now that she’s standing at the altar about to marry an aristocrat she’s never met, Haley fears what those words could mean once she’s at the mercy of her new husband.

Braylon, Riggs, and Storm had always planned to escape The Republic someday. When Braylon meets the sweet, beautiful wife he’s expected to rule, he knows he could never harm her, including claiming her innocence. He’s not alone—Riggs and Storm are just as enamored with her. When Braylon’s mother decides her daughter-in-law hasn’t conceived fast enough for her taste, the three must find a way to get Haley to safety. The time to escape is now.

Rush was living with The Wanderers for three years when he was kidnapped and taken by The Republic. His new home: a holding cell in the basement of some aristocrats. His new job: father a baby against his will. When Rush meets Braylon and the others, he offers them a way out. Can they trust him? The trip will be long and dangerous, but they will risk it all to protect Haley. The first taste of freedom is the sweetest.

There will be challenges along the way. Militants are everywhere just waiting to attack men and capture women for their own. Haley may be surrounded by men who would move mountains to save her, but she’s got news for them: if they want to earn her love, they’re going to have to stop coddling her and let her fight alongside them.

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If you have been reading this series, you’ll remember Rush was taken by the Republic. He thought they wanted a doctor, but he’s been locked up. Now he’s been sold and locked up again. This time in a cell of an aristocratic home.

At the age of six, Hailey was captured by the Republic and been put into a girl’s home to learn what would be expected of her as a Republic wife. That was 14 years ago. She never met her husband before the ceremony that made her his wife, all she knew was what was expected of her.

Braylon fell for Hailey the moment he saw her, as did his two best friends Riggs and Storm. Braylon won’t force himself on her and with his friends is looking for a way for all of them to escape from the rules and restrictions of the Republic.

It’s been six months since they wed and now there is the expectation of a child. This is a problem since Braylon and Hailey haven’t consummated their marriage. What he didn’t realize is that someone who kind of looks like him is locked in the basement and is the one who will be donating for the conception.

It’s these circumstances that leads Storm to actually converse with Rush. Especially after the doctor has his visit with Hailey.

This is a favorite scene.

Rush stood and took a few steps toward Storm. He didn’t want the man to panic and flee the basement, but he wanted to do everything in his power to get this man on his side so he could help him get the fuck out of here.

He suddenly had an idea. “Look. I know you don’t belong here. I assume whoever else is on your side upstairs doesn’t either. Not just the woman but whoever she’s married to. These people are your friends. Your family.” He was guessing, but he felt confident in his assessment.

Storm lowered his gaze but didn’t deny anything. Good.

“If you can find a way to get me out of here, I can take you somewhere safe. I have people. Good people. I was with them when I was kidnapped three months ago. I assumed I was taken for my medical skills, but that obviously isn’t the case.”

Rush shuffled the rest of the way and wrapped his hand around one of the bars a few feet from Storm. “I come from a large community of people whose mission is to provide safety. A group who believes in free will.” Rush was taking a risk, but he didn’t have much to lose. It wasn’t like he was sharing state secrets. The Republic was well aware of the existence of groups like The Wanderers.

It was quite possible Storm had no idea though. He was young enough that he might have spent most of his life in isolation, cut off from the real world.

“Can you tell me where we are?”

Storm lifted his gaze and swallowed. “I shouldn’t.”

Rush shrugged. “Okay. But think about it. I was drugged when I was abducted. I don’t have the first clue what direction I was taken or how long we traveled. If I knew where I was, I could help figure out how to get back to my people.”

Rush needed to shut up. He couldn’t be sure he could trust this guy. He was gambling with his life. If Storm turned around and alerted anyone that Rush knew the location of an illegal community, Rush could end up being tortured for information.

Storm ran a hand over his face and met Rush’s gaze. “Let me talk to my friends.”

Rush nodded. “Okay.”

Storm stared at him. “You’re not dicking me around? You really do know a place?”

“Swear to it. I will get you there. And, Storm…” Rush drew in another deep breath. “If the woman really is pregnant, I’ll move mountains to help you. She’ll be carrying my baby. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to either of them or anyone else who is important to her.”

Storm nodded. “I’ll get back to you. If I find out you’re lying to me and you breathe a word of this to anyone in this house…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but his warning was clear.

“We’re in the same boat, Storm. If you tell anyone what I’ve shared, I could be tortured to death.” He lifted a brow.

Storm nodded again, hesitated, and then turned to head back up the stairs.

Rush watched him disappear, gripping the bars of his cell. For the first time in months, he had hope. A possibility that someone might help him get out of this godforsaken mess.
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Once Rush meets Braylon and Riggs they start planning their escape in earnest.

Help comes in an unexpected way and the four of them start an arduous journey. One that is both emotional and physical.

I love the twists and turns as these characters grow in this tale. Hailey is far stronger than any of them expected and all of them grow to love her even more.

There’s adventure, action, romance and plenty of sizzle. I can’t wait for the next book!

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

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

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Brutal Fighter – 82nd Street Vandals Book 5 by Heather Long

Brutal Fighter
82nd Street Vandals Book 5
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long


Broken dreams.
Broken lives.
Broken bird.

Our feelings for her were like wild animals finally freed from their cage. But my sparrow, she was the most brutal fighter of us all. She’d had to be.

The battles she’s survived, she’s done in silence and alone.

Not anymore.

Never again.

Milo let her go. Jasper took her. Vaughn sheltered her. Liam taught her. Rome connected with her. Doc pushed her away. Freddie went after her. All because we wanted what was best for her.


I was in this fight. Our promises might lie shattered in the debris of the life we’d thought she had, but we weren’t abandoning them or her.

Oh no, I would never leave her again.

My name is Kellan Traschel, I will be whatever she needs me to be. And if war is what must be waged, then hell was what we would rain down.

First if you haven’t read the other books in this series, STOP! Go back and read them, this one begins where the last one left off.

Emersyn is back at the clubhouse and that first night she spends with Lainey. Lainey deserves to know everything, but there are some things Emersyn hasn’t yet told her.

Things get interesting when Adam shows up with Liam wanting to talk to not only Emersyn, but also Lainey. Everyone gets involved in that one.

I have loved Kellen from the very first book of this series and now I love him even more. Vaughn and Jasper are so protective and Freddie, well he’s Freddie.

There’s also the developing relationship between Milo and Lainey, that’s a source of all kinds of fun.

Although I have to say when Emersyn is with Liam and Rome things are both easy and complicated.

This is a favorite scene.

“What did Doc say?” Rome didn’t. Another reason to love my mirror.

“That they will heal,” she said slowly, fingering the scars. “That there are things we can do to reduce the scar tissue and to exercise the muscles— rehabilitate them.”

Nothing in her tone suggested it was good news nor that she believed him.

“Did he give you the rest of your results?” I kept it light as I set the water to heat on the stove. The bread was ready to drop when I was ready.

The weight of her stare settled on me and I twisted to meet that look head-on.

“I’m not pregnant.” A hot desert wind blew through me that she’d worried that had been an option.


Despite the fact that he seemed focused on his food, Rome undoubtedly listened to every single word she said.

And those she didn’t.

Just like me.

“I have a bit of an infection,” she added with a grimace. “The antibiotics are already working. He wants me to take more, though.”

Right. I fisted my temper and parked it. People were going to be broken when I hit the ring this weekend. I needed the outlet. The question about her uncle was right there on my tongue, but I refused to make her explain shit to me.

I could torture it out of him.

Oh, I liked that plan.

I cracked two eggs, one at a time, into the boiling water. Then dropped the toast. Rome had nearly finished his food.

“Anything else you want to share?” Lots of ways to phrase that, but if she wanted to talk to us, I wasn’t going to stop her.

“I hurt him.”

“Doc?” I twisted to look at her again and a smile ghosted over her lips.

“No, not him. My uncle.”

Oh. “Good.”

She was chewing her lower lip again. Paying attention to the eggs and the toast, I got her breakfast together without smashing anything.

“I tried to get away.” She wasn’t looking at either of us this time. Instead, she rested a hand on the stapler.
Rome went still. Everything about Hellspawn said wild animal, trapped, and hurt. One false move could startle her.

Worse, it could chase her off.

“I punched him in the dick.” It was the almost wistful note in her voice that had me altering some plans where said bastard was concerned. “Then did that wrap his knee and jerk it move we worked on.”

She swallowed, the convulsive motion in no way detracting from the solitary note of pride.

“Something cracked when he went down. I hurt him.” The repeat of the last sentence stoked a sense of pride inside of me. When I held out the plate to her, she seemed to come back to us in the kitchen. Returning from whatever distant place she’d fled. “Thank you for showing me how to do that.”

“You’re welcome, Hellspawn. Give it another couple of days, and we’ll start training again.”

She gripped the plate, but I didn’t let it go when she blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“I know you’re not a hundred percent right now, but it’s better to know what you can do no matter what condition you’re in.”

The sheer amount of chewing she kept doing to her lower lip threatened to split the skin. Understanding kindled in her eyes and she nodded once. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Remind me that I want to show you how to kill a man…” When she dipped her gaze to the stapler and red flushed her cheeks, I added, “Without the stapler.”

There. The corners of her lips curved upwards in a real smile. There she was. “I did pretty good with it,” she admitted.

“You did amazing with it,” I assured her, and when she tugged the plate, I let it go before handing her a fork. “But there’s more than one way to skin an asshole.”

Her nose wrinkled again. “At least you didn’t say cat.”

“Hellspawn, no one is skinning your pussy. Ever.”

Rome huffed a breath, but it was Hellspawn’s reaction that I wanted. The real smile came and went as if she fought with laughter. “Not even if I ask?”

“Ask me sometime and find out.” What the fuck was I doing? The comment slipped out before I could reel it back in. But the mirth dancing in her eyes and the color in her cheeks was a thousand percent improvement from the pale, shaky woman who arrived with my other half.

I stole a glance at him and he nodded once— to me— then at her. But he was right. She responded to the teasing, to the tone, or maybe just to us.


Flirting with her wasn’t a damn hardship. Still, I wasn’t stepping on Rome’s toes. She dug into the poached eggs and toast with some enthusiasm.

Satisfied, I got my food reheating then went about making coffee.

“Will you tell me how you know Adam?” she asked, but only after she’d cleaned her plate and turned down my offer for more.

The last thing I wanted to talk about was Adam.

“Sure,” I countered. “Tell me what he offered you.” I took her empty plate and passed her the fresh coffee. I’d made one for Rome too.

“You won’t like it,” she warned me.

That went without saying. “Then don’t tell me.” It was the best I could do.

“But I want to know how you know him.”

Pulling out the food, I leaned back against the counter and sank the fork into the flaky, somewhat overcooked salmon, and shrugged. “I told you my price.”

Rome could have told her. He knew. But she hadn’t asked him. That, and I had a feeling he wanted to know what Reed had offered her too.

She sighed, staring into her coffee cup for a minute. “He asked me to marry him.”

The plate cracked in my hand.
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The revelation of Adam’s out of the blue marriage proposal is just the beginning as now Ezra is also in the picture. Liam needs a whole lot of answers.

I love the relationship Emersyn has with Kellen and I’m so glad things are better with Doc. Heck every single one of them has a different relationship with Emersyn, each giving her something she needs.

Now a lot of things are cleared up in this book, but others become more cloudy.

There have been many clues sprinkled throughout all the books, but we still don’t know the identity of ‘the King’. I have my suspicions, but dang I’m not positive.

Of course, the ending had me screaming at my kindle, but I’m kind of used to that with this series. I can’t wait for the next book.

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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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Corbin – The Mavericks Book 17 by Dale Mayer

What happens when the very men—trained to make the hard decisions—come up against the rules and regulations that hold them back from doing what needs to be done? They either stay and work within the constraints given to them or they walk away. Only now, for a select few, they have another option:

The Mavericks Book 17
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


Corbin is tracking a cabinet minister’s pregnant daughter, who’d been snatched off the streets several days ago. The incident followed several other missing women’s cases, except those women already had given birth, and their children were also kidnapped at the same time. Then the body of one of the mothers is found …

Nellie would do anything to save her unborn child but finding herself a prisoner was never something she expected to happen. When one of her guards grills her over an image of someone asking questions about her, she realizes she isn’t as alone as she’d assumed. Now if only a rescue could be mounted before any others die …

A rescue is one thing, but getting to the bottom of this nightmare becomes even more urgent, as the kidnapper refuses to give up on Nellie’s unborn child and the big payoff if he succeeds …

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Corbin’s assignment comes up pretty quickly. He’s still in England as is Hatch and Millie. Hatch will be his contact for his assignment an unusual one considering where they are.

A Parliament member’s pregnant daughter has gone missing. Now she hasn’t had a good relationship with her father lately, but he’s concerned and wants her found fast. MI6 won’t be quick, so he’s hired The Mavericks.

MI6 is working this case but there are 2 other women along with their children that are also missing. Whether or not the disappearances are connected is still not clear.

Corbin starts his investigation with where the first two women were taken, then heads to the University Nellie Abrahms attends and where she was snatched. He interviews a couple of her friends, then they get a break when her father gets a message saying to back off. Of course, they aren’t going to back off, but it causes concerns about the women Corbin interviewed. When Corbin finds her dead, the cameras give a good clue.

In the meantime, Nellie has finally gotten the women sharing her room to talk to her. All she knows is they were going to adopt the children out and they want Nellie’s baby. Jewel has pretty much given up hope, but when the guards bring in a photo of a man asking Nellie who he is both of them get some hope of rescue. That photo is of Corbin.

After the ‘nice’ guard has a confrontation with another, their room is left unlocked.

This is a favorite scene.

As Aiden drove by the surrounding area, Corbin surveyed the commercial district closely, looking down alleyways and sides of each warehouse. He caught a glimpse of one woman helping another woman step through a narrow rusted door of one warehouse close by another. He yelled to Aiden, “Stop.”

Aiden immediately hit the brakes and pulled off the side of the road. “What’s the matter?”

And Corbin pointed in the direction where he saw the women.

Aiden whistled as he turned around toward the women. “Okay now, hang on a minute. Are those the ones we’re looking for?”

“I think so,” Corbin murmured. “Leave the vehicle here.” They quickly bolted from the vehicle and headed toward the women. As soon as the women caught sight of them, they started to run away. But one was obviously pregnant, and the other one looked like she was suffering in a big way.

Corbin reached out for the pregnant one, and Aiden grabbed the other. Corbin slapped a hand over the woman’s mouth, as she started to fight and scream. “Stop. Stop, damn it. I’m here to help.”

He didn’t even slow down but just tightened his grip around her, picked her up, and raced back to the vehicle. As soon as he got her into the front seat of the vehicle, Aiden came up behind him with the other woman, who didn’t look to be in very good shape. Corbin immediately opened up the door to the back seat of the double-cab truck, while Aiden popped her inside and called out to Corbin, “You drive.”

Corbin hopped into the driver’s seat, with the woman seated in the passenger seat, frozen, staring at him. He looked over at her and asked, “Nellie, by any chance?” She seemed in shock.

“You’re the man who my father hired.”

“Yeah.” He frowned. “How do you know?”

She pulled something from her pocket and handed it to him. He stared at his image. “Well, good Lord. How come you have that?”

“One of my jailers asked me if I knew who you were and that you were looking for me.”

“Well, at least you could say no, that you didn’t know me.”

“True,” she replied, “but I have to admit that I hung on to this picture because it gave me hope.”

He looked over at her, and, in a gentle voice, he said, “It worked. We’re here.”

“Let’s get moving,” Aiden said. “This woman needs medical attention.” And directly behind them, a bullet was fired and then another. Their back windshield exploded.

Corbin sped ahead and slammed his hand over Nellie’s head and pushed her down. “Get down. Get down.” A vehicle charged up behind them. “It’ll be a rough ride,” he snapped, his tone grim. He looked over at her and gave her a feral smile. “At least you are with us now.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, from her crouched position, “but we’re hardly safe.”

“No, not yet.” He veered off the road, heading across a parking lot. “But you need to hang on tight, particularly with that belly.” He looked over at her. “Did they hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered, “but Jewel is hurt.” She lurched higher trying to see Jewel. “We have to go back.” He stared at her in surprise. She cried out, “I mean it. We have to go back. Kids are still there and more women.”

He nodded. “I know, but first we’ll get you guys away.”

Another round of bullets was fired into their vehicle. She shrieked and ducked.

“Remember that part about staying down?”

“What about you?” she snapped, from her crouched position.

He just smiled. “They might get me, but chances are in my favor.” He immediately turned several corners and several more, and then he tossed his phone to her. “Let the cops know who you are and where you are.”

“I don’t even know where the hell I am,” she snapped, but, her fingers trembling, she was already dialing. As soon as she got through, she relayed the message and gave a couple street names off an intersection as to their moving location, as coherently as she could.

Just then another bullet rang out.

“We’re being shot at,” she cried into the phone. “They’re trying to kill us. They’re chasing us, and they’re shooting at us.”

Corbin didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, as his focus was on making sure that these assholes didn’t run them off the road.

As soon as she was off the phone, he told her to punch Speed Dial 1 on his phone, then put it on Speaker.

“Hatch, we need backup. We’re being fired upon. We have both Jewel and Nellie. There are more women and children still to be rescued, before these assholes move them.” He quickly gave Hatch their general location, adding, “Jewel needs medical care, and I have no idea on Nellie. She says she’s fine, but I’m not sure I believe her.” At that, she snorted beside him, and he grinned. “She’s not as bad as she could be. Put it that way. … No. We picked them up as they were sneaking out of a building, grabbed them, and ran. … We were seen, and the kidnappers are in pursuit.”

“I’ve got nothing within ten minutes,” Hatch said.

“Cops, ex-cops, military, retired military, anybody?” Corbin swore, as another bullet came his way, and he looked over at her and yelled, “Hang on.” He took a hard corner to avoid the gunman in that vehicle. “I think another vehicle’s coming after us now too. I need a place to hide.”

“Now that,” Hatch murmured, keys clicking hard on his end, “I might give you. Hold on.”

It took less than two minutes, and he came back. “Follow my instructions.”

And, with that, he led them on a continuous path at top speed. “Take a sharp right and pull into the garage,” he said. “The doors will slam tight behind you.”
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Although they have Nellie and Jewel, they still aren’t safe and they have to get the other women and the children.

Fast-paced with some interesting developments. I love how Nellie and Corbin actually do know each other.

I know this series is coming to an end, but I do love it so very much. I look forward to Aiden’s story.

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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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A Daring Pursuit – The Ruthless Rivals Book 2 by Kate Bateman

A Daring Pursuit
The Ruthless Rivals Book 2
Kate Bateman


The Davies and Montgomery families
have been locked in an ancient feud.
But it’s a thin line
between love and hate.


Carys Davies is doing everything in her power to avoid marriage. Staying single is the only way to hide the secret that could ruin her—and her family—if it was revealed. For the past two seasons she’s scandalized the ton with her outrageous outfits and brazen ways in a futile bid to deter potential suitors. Outwardly confident and carefree, inside she’s disillusioned with both men and love. There’s only one person who’s never bought her act—the only man who makes her heart race: Tristan Montgomery, one of her family’s greatest rivals.


Wickedly proper architect Tristan needs a respectable woman to wed, but he’s never stopped wanting bold, red-headed Carys. When she mockingly challenges him to show her what she’s missing by not getting married, Tristan shocks them both by accepting her indecent proposal: one week of clandestine meetings, after which they’ll go their separate ways. But kissing each other is almost as much fun as arguing, and their affair burns hotter than either of them expects. When they find themselves embroiled in a treasonous plot, can they trust each other with their hearts, their secrets…and their lives?

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Carys Davies love to shock society with her wardrobe choices and carefree attitude. As this book opens, she is wearing her most scandalous outfit yet and many notice. One in particular is Tristan Montgomery, while he’s her enemy because of a feud that spans generations, the attraction is still there.

Tristan is hoping to find a wife this season, but Carys isn’t on his radar. She’s not the wife he needs, he needs someone who is not on the borderline of scandal at every turn.

Carys has always had a bit of a crush on Tristan, and she doesn’t know what to do about it. Unfortunately, she’s being blackmailed for something that she can’t change. She was to meet Howe at his carriage at midnight, however he loses that carriage to Tristan gambling. It’s Tristan who enters the carriage and assumes she’s having an affair with the man. While she admits she’s been ‘ruined’ she doesn’t spill about the blackmail.

As these two are thrown together for family events thanks to her brother Gryff and Tristan’s sister Maddie, some interesting things occur. First, he says he’s helping her screen potential husbands, then he finds out about the blackmail.

A family gathering has been planned and both Carys and Tristan are thrown together again, but this time there’s a twist. Carys agrees that she needs to discover if a marriage without anything other than intellectual compatibility is the right way to go. Tristan while a bit shocked at her agreement is more than willing to show her what she’s missing. He doesn’t anticipate falling for her though.

At her home in Wales there’s a famous menagerie that she cares for. She is quite knowledgeable of animals and is ahead of her time with regard to fighting animal cruelty.

All of these things intwine into a delightful tale of enemies to lovers. With suspense, intrigue and sizzling heat.

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Kate Bateman (also writing as K. C. Bateman) wrote her first historical romance in response to a $1 bet with her husband who rashly claimed she’d ‘never finish the thing.’ She gleefully proved him wrong. Her Regency and Renaissance-era romances all feature her trademark feisty, intelligent heroines, wickedly inappropriate banter, and heroes you want to both strangle and kiss.

When not traveling to exotic locations ‘for research,’ Kate leads a double life as a fine art appraiser and on-screen antiques expert for several TV shows in the UK, each of which has up to 2.5 million viewers. She splits her time between Illinois and her native England and writes despite three inexhaustible children and a number-loving husband who still owes her that dollar.

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Code Name: Wasp – K19 Shadow Operations Book 3 by Heather Slade

Code Name Wasp
K19 Shadow Operations Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade


Code name: Jasper “Wasp” Theron first met Swan at
Target: Swan Lee
Mission: Prove once and for all that swans mate for life.


As an Air Force fighter pilot, I’m the best in the business. No fear. No hesitation. Attacking when you least expect it. That’s why I can’t sit by when the woman I crave, the woman who challenges me, wants to go undercover against a serial killer. No chance.


It’s the only option, the only plan that’ll work. Infiltrate the enemy and take them down once and for all. I’m an RAF fighter pilot and M16 agent, sitting still is not who I am. But WASP has other plans. Plans to protect me, keep me safe. When I do what I want, it’s WASP who feels the sting.

Jasper ‘Wasp’ Theron first met Swan at Royal Air Force Lakenheath, she beat him in an exercise and his team is still ribbing him. Now Wasp was just a Lieutenant at the time and as such he found he was paying for all the drinks in his room dubbed hospitality suite. Dinners with the squadron were also required and the bill was split equally among everyone regardless of what they ate, there were also nights of credit card roulette where Wasp had lost the night before, this TDY was very expensive for him. After a joint debrief his commander Lt. Col. ‘Barko’ McAdams invites Swan to join them for their squadron dinner. He clearly wants to get to know Swan better. Swan wants nothing to do with him and instead sticks close to Wasp. This doesn’t go over well.

This is a favorite scene.

“Ready to head out?” I heard my commander ask. Before I could answer, Swan did.

“I appreciate the invitation. Won’t I be intruding on your boys’ night?”

“We’ve had several of those in a row, right Lt.?”

“Fifteen at my count, sir.”

Lt. Col. McAdams, call sign Barko, squeezed my shoulder. “Wasp here picked up the tab for last night’s dinner,” he said to Swan.

“Ouch. Credit card roulette?”

“I’m thinking we go that route again tonight.”

I wanted to cringe, but refrained from any visible reaction. What were the odds my card would be picked two nights in a row?

“Swan and I will ride with you tonight,” the colonel said when we exited the building where three SUVs sat at the ready.

“Copy that,” I muttered, opening the rear passenger door for them.

“I’ll sit up front if no one minds,” said Swan, walking around the back of the vehicle before the colonel or I had a chance to respond. Again, not that I would’ve, even though, truth be told, I’d rather have Attila the Hun in the car, beside me.

In the rearview mirror, I could see Barko fuming—alone—in the backseat. Clearly, not his plan.

At dinner, Swan orchestrated the same stunt, taking the seat to my right after Barko pulled out a chair for her next to him on the opposite side of the table. If I wouldn’t have looked like a complete asshole, I would’ve moved. As it was, I was stuck.

I would’ve thought it was my imagination when Swan seemed to work me into every conversation Barko started with her, but based on how pissed he looked, I knew she was doing it intentionally. What I didn’t know was why. Particularly since the more she did it, the angrier he got. So angry, in fact, that when it came time for credit card roulette, I watched him shuffle through the cards until he found mine. I just prayed I wasn’t nearing my limit, given how much I’d had to put on it in the last couple of weeks.

“What’s wrong, Lt.?” a fairly drunk Barko asked, probably because I looked as if I might be sick to my stomach. Before I could respond, Swan reached over and grabbed two of the credit cards—one of which was mine.

After handing it to me, she pushed back her chair and left the table. Barko stormed off behind her.

What the hell had just happened? I sat in my seat, stunned, until I heard my commander’s raised voice and Swan’s in response.

I found them in the hallway near the restrooms, where it looked like Barko had her pinned against the wall.

“What the fuck?” he yelled when I wrenched him away from her. By then, two other pilots had run over and got between Barko and me.

“Go!” I shouted at Swan. “Get one of the other guys to give you a ride back.”

“Wasp, I can—”


“I have a better idea, Theron” said Major Bjorn, our squadron’s operations director. “You give her a ride back. Once I have things under control, you and I will have a chat.”

“Yes, sir.” I started to walk away and realized no one had come to take my credit card to pay for dinner. “Um, the tab, sir…”

“It’s covered, Lt.” He motioned with his head to Barko. “He’ll be footing tonight’s bill.”

“Yes, sir,” I repeated. When I walked out, Swan followed. As we passed them, every person who’d been with us at dinner tonight looked mortified. Rightly so. Two full ranks and a lot of years separated Barko and me, and I’d just crossed a line there’d be no coming back from.

Would there be hell to pay? Damn straight, there would be, and “hell” didn’t begin to describe it. However, the look on Swan’s face when I found them in the hallway told me she wasn’t just avoiding my CO; she was afraid of him. The events of the last few hours suddenly made sense. Swan had intentionally made me the buffer between her and a man whose attention she didn’t want. A man who was pursuing her relentlessly. Not to mention, a married man.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said once we were in the SUV. “Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you’re in?”

I took a deep breath and turned in her direction. “I was in trouble whether or not I pulled Barko off you in that hallway.”

“This could ruin your career, Wasp.”

“If I had to do it over, I wouldn’t change a thing. While this may ruin my career, as you said, after seeing the look on your face”—I shook my head—“I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself, wouldn’t have even been able look at myself in the mirror, if I hadn’t intervened.”

“Thank you, and I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I should’ve realized what was happening and done a better job of neutralizing the situation.”
Heather Slade. Code Name: Wasp (Kindle Locations 137-178). K19 Shadow Operations Book Two. Kindle Edition.

Swan and Wasp meet up only one more time before they’re tapped for a special mission years later. One that almost gets derailed. All this before they join with K19.

I loved getting all the background on these two, their relationship is flirty and fun but not completely smooth sailing. We also get a glimpse of Wasp’s family.

When we return to the present case things take some unexpected twists. I couldn’t stop reading until the end.

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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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Calum’s Contact – Terkel’s Team Book 4 by Dale Mayer

Calum’s Contact
Terkel’s Team Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer


As his career path led him into more and more danger, Calum made a decision to keep his family safe, even if it meant he would be alone in the world. But when his wife and son are kidnapped and dumped almost into his very own secret headquarters, Calum knows his safeguards haven’t been enough.

Mariana didn’t like Calum’s decision from years ago but finally understood after her and her son are rescued from kidnappers, and she saw the dangerous level of his work. However, having him once again in her life, their family whole again, she’s not willing to let him go. Not this time. If the danger would continue, … surely they were safer at his side.

Calum’s abilities at an all-time low, his friends and fellow teammates injured and struggling, Calum knows he must be there for the team. Yet protecting his family comes first. But, if they don’t get to the bottom of the chaos that’s his current life, … no one is safe.

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Calum is still recovering from the initial attack that took out all of Terk’s team. At the end of the last book the guys who are more recovered rescued Calum’s wife Mariana and his son from the hands of kidnappers. Mariana was supposed to be safe, far removed from what Calum does for a living. Unfortunately, he has been proven wrong in the worst way.

Terk asks Mariana to try to remember anything about her kidnappers or what they might have said. Calum is with him and Mariana remembers someone saying Rulrul won’t like this, and someone else spoke with a man named Sean who seems to know Calum and about his family.

Calum knows a Sean Calvert, a man who has always blamed his shortcomings on him. It feels well worth it to track him down, if only to ask some questions.

There’s also some interesting things about Mariana. It seems she has a connection to Calum that no one realized. I really got a kick out of her talking about it with Terk.

There’s so much happening here and when they find the dead body of Sean’s brother David, locating Sean’s sister is next. That doesn’t go so well, but they get a bit of a warning thanks to Mariana.

This is a favorite scene.

Mariana woke up with a start and sat upright. Thankfully Little Calum wasn’t still in her arms. Sometime, while sleeping, he’d shifted over. She hopped to her feet, checked that he was fine, and bolted from the room. She raced down the hall toward the main working quarters. A meeting was in session, but Terk immediately stood at her approach.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, as she took several deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Is he okay?” she cried out. “Is he?” Terk looked at her. “As far as I know, yes. What are you getting?”

She kept shaking her head. “He’s in danger. I know it. I am telling you, Terk. Cal’s definitely in danger.”

“I get that,” Terk noted. “Sometimes they’re in danger a lot.” His voice was calming but alert, as a word of warning.

“No! Not like this. Not like this. … Not like this.” She couldn’t get the words out. “Somebody … It’s a trap. Somebody is trying to kill him.” The others stared at her, while Terk, instead of arguing, got a really odd look on his face and froze.

She walked around him in a big circle. Then she looked over at the audience around the control room. “Does anybody have any contact with Cal?”

“I’ll reach out to Damon right now.” Tasha sent out a text. “They’re waiting for Sean to show up,” she shared a moment later. “So far no sign of him.”

“Warn them,” Mariana snapped. “Warn them it’s a trap. More than one’s coming.”

Tasha studied her, even as she dialed. As soon as Damon answered the phone, Tasha explained what Mariana was getting for a message.

“That would fit.” And he hung up.

“They are duly warned,” she stated, looking over at Mariana. “Damon confirmed how that would fit, and then he hung up. But at least they’re warned.”

Mariana nodded, her hands shaky.

Sophia immediately stood, then walked over and grabbed her hands. “You’ve done the best you can. Now trust them. Now you need to be strong. Let me get you some coffee.” Quickly she raced over to the coffeepot, brought back a full cup, and handed it over. “Try to calm down.”

“How do you guys do this?” Mariana asked, whispering.

“We do what we can do,” Tasha murmured. “We help where we can help, and, when we can’t help, we step back and let them do what they do. Our guys are real pros.”

Mariana smiled at that. “Thank you, I needed that reminder.”

“Good. You’re not the only one who started getting some connection with these guys, but ours is obviously not as defined as the connection you have with Cal. We would like ours to be that way though, stronger.”

Tasha nodded. “I don’t know what changed,” she noted. “It happened when Damon was in the coma. Before that, I always felt a little bit of a connection. I could kind of check in mentally and see that he was fine, and that was good enough for the longest time. But then, when he was not fine”— she paused—“ when he was in the coma, I utilized that time to constantly check in because I was so worried about him.” She sighed, showing her palms.

“How can you not be worried about them?” Mariana rambled, in shock now, and everyone just let her be. “I was always waiting for the day he’d come back and say he was retired and good to go. I knew that he was getting out of the industry because I’d heard this was all being shut down, so I was expecting to hear from him.”

Mariana shook her head. “The days went by, and I didn’t hear anything at all. Then, when Terk told me what had happened, I just went to pieces. And— somewhere along the line, in the midst of one of those long lonely nights— while I was silently searching and crying out for him, I connected. And ever since then, I just, well, … I haven’t let go,” she admitted. “Cal probably won’t like it, but I just … I can’t let go.”

“I’m not saying that’s right or wrong,” Sophia noted, “but maybe relax a bit, so it’s not quite so intense as it may seem to him. These guys all appear to have a problem when women are possessive.”

“It’s not coming from a possessive place at all,” she explained. “It’s intuitive. It’s just a very close connection. I don’t want to let it go because, well, it just feels right.”

“Then don’t,” Tasha stated, as she walked closer. “If it feels right, just go with it. So much of what Terk teaches is intuition and learning to understand and to honor the feelings that you have. So don’t let go, stick close, and maybe we can use your ability to help us.”

“It’s not really an ability,” Mariana argued. “It’s just …” She didn’t know what to say. Finally she shrugged. “Honestly, I would just call it love.”

Tasha gave her the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. “There is no such thing as just love. It’s a huge gift, Mariana.”

“And whether he understands it or not,” Terk pitched in, “the point right now is that it’s giving you a connection to him that you didn’t have otherwise, which could be very valuable in terms of keeping him safe while we get through this.”
Dale Mayer. Calum’s Contact (Kindle Locations 1368-1409). Valley Publishing Ltd.

Of course, nothing goes easily and there’s also Mariana’s determination not to be separated from Calum again.

I love the interactions of the team with little Calum, and the love between Mariana and Calum is so very strong.

There’s plenty of twists in this one and action as well. Not to mention a bit of sizzle.

I really 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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Forbidden Office Daddy: May December Romance Series by Carmen Falcone

This May, some of your favorite
steamy romance authors
will gather their dirty minds to bring you
a selection of hot older men
who won’t let a little thing like age
stand in the way of claiming
their feisty younger women.
Age is nothing but a number,
and these sexy alpha heroes
know true love when they see it.
They’re older, wiser, and know how to satisfy
ALL of their woman’s needs.

Forbidden Office Daddy
May December Romance
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carmen Falcone


After breaking up with his longtime girlfriend, Nate Collier dives into work, but his carefully crafted life gets disrupted when his loyal assistant comes back from vacation with a new look—a new, irresistible look and a sexy attitude that make him feel sinfully tempted, even though he knows he can’t have her. Why? Because he can’t date his employees and break his own rule. Besides, she’s way younger and he doesn’t want that kind of trouble.

Manuela Gomes always had a crush on her hot boss. When he breaks up with his girlfriend, she takes the opportunity to reinvent herself—in more ways than one. She goes through a makeover, but also decides to show him that she’s a contender for his now-available heart. She’ll make him see she’s been under his nose all along—and she’s more than ready to be under his body, on top of him, and anywhere else he’ll have her.

Manuela has had a crush on her boss for a long time, but he’d been in a relationship. Now he wasn’t and after taking some time off Manuela returns to work with a totally new look. It’s not just her boss who notices but he is her priority.

Nate Collier is impatiently waiting for his assistant to show up. She was normally early, today’s showings were important and Manuela is the only one in the office who speaks Portuguese. When she does show up she looks totally different and Nate’s surprised to see she is the woman he was admiring earlier from his office window.

This is a favorite scene as they head to the first of the homes they were showing today.

“Are you ready?” Nate asked. Manuela nodded, and she stepped into his car. She’d driven with him plenty of times before, but today, somehow it felt different.

She’d be interpreting for Mrs. Clarice Sampaio, a client, and she lived in a nearby beachfront town a couple of hours from Tulip. She’d met Clarice a few times before, and the quirky Brazilian lady had taken a liking to her.

“We’ll meet her at the first home she wants to see,” he said.

“Sounds good. Do you know how long we’ll be gone for?” she asked, glancing at the heavy traffic. Her fat cat Gustavo had a very strict eating schedule, and he usually ignored her for days if she dared feed him late. She’d tried the self-feeder, but Gustavo was too naughty to fall for it. Should she text her neighbor and ask her to feed him later? Traffic could be such a bitch.

“Why? Do you have somewhere to go?”

“A prior commitment, yes,” she said, hoping her mysterious tone would make him wonder. Damn it, she’d seen the way he’d looked at her today. He would never admit to it, but in the worst-case scenario, he liked her new look, and in the best-case scenario, he wanted her. Badly. Achingly. The same way she wanted him. Dream, girl. Dream. “With Gustavo.”

“Gustavo, huh? Is that a family member?”

She licked her lips. He definitely considered himself the head of the household. “No.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “Friend?” “Nope.” He drummed his fingers on the console, looking at the line of cars ahead of them. Thankfully they’d left with enough time, otherwise they’d be late. “Who is Gustavo? Amuse me. Traffic sucks as usual.”

The image of her lazy Maine coon lounging on his bed by the window came to mind. He observed people walking by and looked at them with a mix of disdain and interest, like he quietly judged them. “He’s all right. A bit self-absorbed, but we get along well.”

“I never heard of him,” he said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

She had mentioned she had a cat in the past, but she doubted he knew his name.

“You never asked.”

“Is it serious?”

Should she say it? A surge of excitement traveled up her spine. “We’re living together, so pretty serious.”

“What?” he asked, turning his head to look at her. An expression of complete surprise and frustration filled his face. “What do you mean? How long?”

“Not that long,” she said. “Why do you care?” she asked, lifting her chin, a part of her defying him to come to terms with the truth. Why else would he care? They were never friends. He appreciated her work, but never let her in his circle. Not that she’d ever have tried back then—he was taken, and Megan wasn’t a bad person.

But now…

He was single, and all too interested in her love life.

Excitement surged through her. Could this be happening? Him, wanting her? What if she were more aggressive? The idea played in the back of her head. Just dressing sexier wouldn’t make it—not in this lifetime. He probably was aware of his attraction for her, but unless she made it obvious she felt the same way—and wanted to act on it, nothing would change.

And fuck it, she wanted—needed it to change.

“I don’t care,” he said, shuffling in his seat like her question made him uncomfortable. “I mean I do, but only because I don’t want to see you hurt. You said he’s self-absorbed.”

“Yes, but no one is perfect, right? Why did you break up with Megan?” she asked, landing the ball in his court. She’d wondered, but he never gave her anything deeper than the “didn’t work out anymore” spiel. Besides, if there was a deal-breaking reason as to why he wouldn’t be a good boyfriend, she needed to know.

He fixed his sunglasses. “Didn’t work anymore.”

Same old excuse. She rolled her eyes, grateful that they were in a moving car so he wouldn’t be able to leave this conversation. “I don’t buy that. You were with her for years.”

“She wanted to get married.”

“The natural course of things in many relationships. And you didn’t.”

“I don’t oppose getting married…but not to her. She’s a great person, and it’s my fault I led her on and didn’t consider what she wanted. I really like her, but I don’t feel strong feelings.”

“Like you would beat up a stranger at a grocery store for her?”


She chuckled. “I’m a pacifist. I swear I’m not hitting anyone. I’m just saying—you know that high, when you’re so into someone, you do something completely crazy for them.”

He watched her in silence, like he cataloged her facial features one by one, then a smile curled his sexy lips. “You’re an interesting person, Manuela.”

She licked her lips. He had no idea…
Carmen Falcone. Forbidden Office Daddy (Kindle Locations 177-220). Kindle Edition.

Nate’s reaction when he discovers Gustavo isn’t a live in boyfriend but her cat is priceless.

Lots of fun, flirting before these two begin to sizzle off the pages.

I’m going to have to check out some of the other author’s books in this series.

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Carmen Falcone

Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beat doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband–living proof that opposites attract.

She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.

She loves to procrastinate, so please indulge her and drop her a line. For more info, visit her website.

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Shielding Laine – Special Forces: Operation Alpha; Delta Forces Generation Next Book 3by Jen Talty

Shielding Laine
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Delta Forces Generation Next Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty


They had no idea how close their worlds were.
Or how deadly.

All Laine West wants is a change of pace. Her move to Killeen, Texas is supposed to be a fresh start where she put down roots, come to terms with her past, and spends time with an old friend. But when an unexpected phone call from her mother turns deadly Laine finds herself in the middle of drug war with the Mexican Cartel that has nothing to do with her and everything to do with her past and her future.

Delta Force soldier, Knox Bentley lost his mother when she was murdered by the Cartel. Now his DEA agent father is missing. When his buddy Troy “Lucky” Schmidt asks him to help his friend Laine get settled, Knox looks forward to the distractions from his problems. Little did either know how intertwined their worlds were and now Knox must find out who murdered Laine’s mother before they come and kill Laine.

Before Laine moved to Texas, she had moved ten times and lived in four states. This last move is after a break-up that was the longest relationship she’s ever had. As she’s getting settled, she gets a call from her mother that she lets go to voicemail. She’s never been close to her mother and hasn’t spoken to her in five years. She usually asks for money or just rants and raves at her, Laine doesn’t want to get sucked into that again. Lucky shows up with his wife Rayne and he tells her his homecoming gift to her is Knox at her beck and call to help her with her unpacking. While he’s there her mother calls again and she sends it to voicemail.

True to his word Knox shows up the next morning, his mind still on trying to find his father. It’s been a month since his father disappeared after his mother’s murder. Although it’s not common knowledge they are certain it was the Cabrera Cartel. His father is DEA, and they are sure he’s gone after them. In what capacity they won’t know until they locate him. He does his best to push that all aside as he grabbed the treats he brought for Laine. Coffee and pastries are a good way to get to know someone.

This is a favorite scene.

After closing the soft top to his vehicle, he snagged the tray of coffee and the bag of treats he’d picked up at his favorite bakery. He didn’t go there often because his waistline no longer tolerated it on a regular basis, but he figured today was one of those days he could indulge.

He strolled to the front door, hoping seven fifteen in the morning wasn’t too early. Lucky had said it wouldn’t be, but Knox didn’t know anything about this chick except for two things.

She was a firefighter, which he had mad respect for.

And she grew up with Lucky and he thought of her like a sister.

Another thing he respected because Lucky was one of the best.

He raised his hand to ring the bell, but the door swung open before he got the chance.

“Is that coffee?” A woman with reddish-blond hair that had been pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head pointed to the tray in his hand.

He tried not to stare, but it was impossible. She had to be one of the sexiest women he’d ever laid eyes on and his body reacted immediately.

Before he had a chance to respond, she snagged one of the paper mugs and lifted it to her lips.

“Oh God. That’s good. Did Lucky tell you I like it black?”

“He didn’t tell me anything other than I needed to be here by seven.”

“Then you’re late.” She tapped her watch. “But if there’s something with chocolate in that bag, you’re forgiven.”

“There are a couple of things that fit that description.” He followed her into what could only be described as the aftermath of a twister. There were boxes everywhere— some opened, some not. But there was no rhyme or reason for anything. No organization. And from what he could tell, nothing was labeled.

His skin itched. He had a serious issue with clutter.

But his bigger problem was how much he wanted to kiss this woman. It was rare that he felt this kind of instant attraction. Sure, he could walk into a bar and find someone who tickled his fancy. But he could generally leave his temptations at the door.

This one would be a lot more difficult to squelch.

“For the record, I’m Knox.”

She laughed. “Nice to meet you. If you haven’t figure it out, I’m Laine. I hope Lucky hasn’t been telling too many stories about me.”

“Oh. He’s mentioned a few things, but mostly he told me I better be on my best behavior or he’ll beat the shit out of me. Something about he has no siblings, but he considers you the little sister he never had.”

He stepped over some tools as he made his way through the kitchen and into the back patio where he gasped.

“I know. This is why I rented the place.” She pulled open the sliding glass doors, which opened to a fenced-in backyard with a pool and spa. It looked brand new.

The water color reminded him of the tropics. The waterfall trickling off the spa into the pool calmed his nerves immediately. His muscles relaxed. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Lucky was right. This was exactly the distraction he needed. There was nothing else he could do to find his father. He’d done everything in his power and so had all his friends.

There were people in high places doing what they did best, trying to locate his dad.

Knox had to trust they were doing their very best.

“I think you and I need to become real close friends.” He set the bag of breakfast on the patio table. “I only live a few miles away. I’m happy to clean the pool for free usage anytime I like.”

She lifted the bag and pulled out one of the double chocolate doughnuts. She broke off a large chunk and plopped it on her tongue. Closing her eyes, she moaned. “My God, that’s good.”

“Glad you approve.” He reached in and took the other one out of fear she might snag it before he had a chance to taste his favorite flavor. “So, do you need a pool boy?”

“The owner has someone who comes once a week to clean and add salt, but if I don’t hate you by the end of this week and you tell me where you got these”— she waved the doughnut in the air—“ I might be inclined to let you come over occasionally.”

“I’ll do my best to stay on your good side.” He leaned against the deck and dunked his tasty treat into his black coffee before stuffing half of it into his mouth. He did his best not to stare at Laine, who wore skimpy shorts and a tank top that hugged her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

He suspected she was about five foot ten and she had an athletic build, which he liked. More than he should, considering Lucky thought of her like family. That would be like making a pass at one of his teammates’ sisters.

That was a big no-no.

Not unless he had permission.

He had half a mind to text Lucky, but he pushed that thought aside. “So, where do you want me to start?”

“I thought you could get my Wi-Fi and all my televisions working because I know shit about that stuff.”

“I can do that.”
Jen Talty. Shielding Laine ARC (Kindle Locations 224-264). Aces Press LLC.

Knox manages to get the cable and televisions set up and he cooks up the steaks Laine bought along with grilled vegetables. Once again impressing Laine.

Now they have quite the discussion over dinner, mostly light and fun but then with some dark and dreary.

It’s when Lucky shows up with Knox’s team lead Cannon that things get a bit crazy. Well more than that they also get dangerous.

Laine’s mother is dead and the drugs they find belong to the cartel Knox’s dad suspects killed his wife.

I really couldn’t put this book down, every page offers up a twist you won’t see coming.

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Jen Talty

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

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

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

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Just a Taste from Midnight Magic: A Limited Edition Collection of Magical Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Tales (Charmed Magic Collections)

Midnight Magic
A Limited-Edition Collection of
Magical Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Tales
(Charmed Magic Collections)
Gina Kincade, C.D. Gorri,
Laura Greenwood, Juliana Haygert,
Rebekah R. Ganiere, Louisa Bacio,
Siera London, Susannah Shannon,
Ariel Dawn, Fiona Starr,
Julie Morgan, Taya Rune,
Taylor Aston White, Quell T. Fox,
Autumn Breeze, Asa Maria Bradley,
Kate Rudolph, M.C. Solaris,
Emilia Rose, Mia Meade,
Hanleigh Bradley, Pepper McGraw,
McKayla Schutt, Lilith Darville


Enter a magical world of
sassy heroines and mystical creatures..

Fall under the spell of these outstanding USA TODAY and Bestselling authors as they spin unforgettable tales of witches, demons, dragons, shifters, and more.

Explore enchanting worlds filled with magic, unexpected twists, strong leading ladies, and just the right amount of flirty romance.

This limited-edition collection of BRAND NEW paranormal romance and urban fantasy books will take you on a thrilling joy ride you won’t soon forget.

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Witch Switch
Bewitch Me Book 2
Louisa Bacio

How do you fight evil
when it’s yourself?

Rafe turned away from an arranged marriage for one based on love. His choices, though, left the woman he loved in danger.

Cheyenne took her inherited witch powers for granted until she needed them most when the jilted bride wants revenge.

Together, Rafe and Cheyenne must unravel which witch is real in the ultimate Witch Switch for power and love.

Cheyenne and Rafe are in love, the only problem is he’s been promised to another.

Meredith has been waiting a long time for Rafe to set the wedding date. When he arranges a meeting that what she thought he was going to do instead he calls off the engagement. One thing about Meredith, she always gets what she wants and she’s not always nice about it.

Since the council has approved the match, Rafe also has to get his parents on board with the change. That’s not going to be easy since they never felt Cheyenne was good enough for him.

Cheyenne knows Meredith and has strengthened the wards on her house. She knows how evil the woman could be and their families have always been in conflict. She’d need the extra protection.

In the middle of all this she finds she has two sisters on her father’s side. He was/is a musician with very much a love ’em and leave ’em attitude. She also has very little powers since she vowed not to use them again after her mother died. She’s also hoping her sister, Justine, who just showed up on her doorstep can help her reconnect with her powers.

Unfortunately, Meredith shows up before that can happen, and that results in something unusual and in the witch world dangerous and illegal. This is just part of what happens with Rafe.

This is a favorite scene.

“PLEASE STAY.” It was almost impossible to ask for help. It’s like part of her fought with another for control. “My body is kind of miserable right now. I hate it.”

That didn’t sound right. Why was she thinking of herself in third person? Cheyenne slapped her palms against her thighs and resisted the urge to pinch the soft flesh under her arms until it turned red and swollen.

She lost.

“What are doing?” He grabbed hold of her wrists. “Since when do you hurt yourself? I never seen any signs?”

The question stilled her movements. Rafe calling out her actions only highlighted them more, upping the stakes.

Because he potentially saw through her, she wanted to hide even more.

“I don’t know. It felt right in the moment.” Did she look as confused as she sounded? Another voice whispered not to say anything else so only she heard. “I shouldn’t mess with my magic. Once I push it, I kinda lose control of everything else.”

It’s not like she wanted to do it, or even consciously did. It’s like the brief flash of pain helped her get out of whatever fugue state fogged her brain and allowed her to be present, totally present. And not subdued like the feeling of watching her life behind that two-way glass seen in cop shows.

She’d viewed the discussion with Rafe, disconnected, and not able to directly interact.

“I need help.” She placed her hand over his. “I’m not feeling like myself.”

Her throat tightened, like an invisible claw squeezed until she could barely breathe, let alone say what she wanted to say. She tugged at her neck, gasping. Her vision blurred and tears streaked her face.

“Chey. Chey!” Rafe called out to her from a faraway tunnel. His voice echoed as if he called her from a distance.

The lack of oxygen caused her to be lightheaded, and she fell, back-back-back, without ever hitting the ground. His strong arms caught her.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, and managed to squeeze his hand before losing all consciousness.
Midnight Magic: A Limited Edition Collection of Magical Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Tales. Bacio, Louisa. Switch Witch. (Kindle Locations 27676-27691). Naughty Nights Press LLC. Kindle Edition.

Now the problem is to not only find Meredith, but also prevent her from doing anymore harm.

Siblings, flirting, and sizzle with that touch of drama.

5 Contented Purrs for Louisa!

Louisa Bacio  Louisa Bacio
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.

She shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

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Elite Justice – Guardian Elite Book 2 by KaLyn Cooper

Elite Justice
Guardian Elite Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
KaLyn Cooper


The terrorist plot discovered by the new assistant manager at the Dallas Guardian Security Center is real, but she’s not what she seems.

Jonathan O’Neil, new to the Dallas Guardian Security Center, knows a terrorist plot when he sees one on the tempting waitress’ computer. To find out the details of the plan and to stop them, he sets out to seduce her, only to find that nothing is what it seems.

Gwen Shaw overhears refugee teenagers discussing a plot to rival 9/11, but her Arabic is rusty. Besides, who is going to believe the sketchy information from an apron-wearing newcomer, even though she’d recently left the Army as a seasoned officer?

ELITE Justice, the second book in the Guardian Elite series, features the sexy men from KaLyn Cooper’s Guardian Elite series in a heart-pounding romantic suspense of mistaken identity of a strong heroine.

This book was previously published as Justice for Gwen. It has been deeply edited and expanded to become part of KaLyn Cooper’s rebranded Guardian ELITE series.

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This book opens as Jonathan O’Neill enters the diner Up In Smoke, to meet up with Quin the manager of Guardian Security in Dallas. Jonathan is the new assistant manager, and they are having a ‘get to know you’ lunch. The atmosphere is light until a woman shows up with a gripe about credit cards not working, confronting Quin with the accusation. That gets settled by the police chief who was seated at the next table.

Then we get into the meat of this tale. A group of teenagers come in and settle at a booth, speaking arabic. Instead of the normal teenage complaints they were discussing their dissatisfaction with not being allowed to help plan or execute an attack.

Gwen spent a couple of tours in Afghanistan and she starts documenting their conversation. Although her Arabic isn’t the best she definitely got the drift of the conversation. The question was who to take it to.

Jonathan comes at around 10 PM late for some but for him it was breakfast. He gets a glimpse of her notes before she shuts the laptop.

This is a favorite scene.

Stepping onto the sidewalk in front of his hotel, the tall buildings cast long shadows, filling the street with the pretense of night. This was Jonathan’s fourth graveyard shift in a row. As the newest of the three assistant managers, he’d been assigned the twelve hours from ten at night to ten in the morning. He’d awakened several hours ago and hit the local gym since this Guardian office didn’t offer one yet. After showering and changing into his uniform, he’d headed out to find food.

A man-sized breakfast is what he needed. Steak and eggs, maybe. He remembered Up In Smoke served the meal all day and turned in that direction.

He couldn’t wait to move into the new building where he’d have his own quiet apartment rather than the outdated hotel with thin walls where he and Quin currently lived. He was sure the room above him had been rented to a knuckle-dragging gorilla who had bounced on a hooker for hours last night. She had to have been a purchased lay because no woman he’d ever fucked sounded so fake.

Thoughts of sex shot to memories of the unsuccessful pub crawl with Quin. They’d started at a strip club where the women were too skinny but all of them had nice racks. Fake, but huge. Next, they moved on to a hopping nightclub. A pretty little brunette had sidled up to him, but she was more interested in the gun Guardian required him to carry at all times— even off-duty since he could be unexpectedly called to an emergency— than she was in him.

Quin had danced with several drop-dead gorgeous women before he found a model-perfect blonde. When they had returned to the bar, Roxie had introduced Jonathan to her friend, Babs. He’d thought of her as Big-Boobed Babs when they first met, but after an hour of strained conversation, he had designated her Brainless Babbling Babs. He’d considered it a bullet dodged when she’d seen several other friends and joined them on the dance floor. He’d taken advantage of the opportunity and quietly slipped out.

Jonathan heard his boss return to the room next door around three in the morning, sure he’d scored given the satisfied look on his face the next day in the office. He hadn’t been envious of Quin, simply resolved. None of the beautiful women he’d seen and talked with sparked a flicker of interest in him.

As Jonathan strode toward the little diner, he realized why he’d slept alone that night. He’d compared every woman to the sassy, take-charge Gwen. Rich brown eyes, a no-nonsense haircut, and very little, if any, makeup was more beautiful to him than any of the scantily dressed women with overly-dramatic eyes he’d seen replicated in every bar he had visited. He quickened his steps, hoping she was there.

Gwen sat at the counter typing on a laptop as he entered. Jonathan let out a long breath, pleased at the sight of ass-hugging jeans and a tight t-shirt. His gaze instantly scanned down her legs. Strong. Toned. They would look perfect bare and wrapped around his waist.

Yeah. This was the image he’d jerked off to the night he’d gone out with Quin as he showered away the stench of beer, clashing perfumes, and raging pheromones.

Without asking, he slid onto the stool beside her. “Please tell me I can get steak and eggs this time of day, Gwen.”

Her initial look of surprise softened into a genuine smile that made the gold strands in her brown eyes sparkle. He wondered if they came to life or disappeared completely when she was aroused.

“You most certainly can.” She cocked her head. “You have an advantage over me. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” As she scraped her gaze over him, the corner of her mouth twitched up before she controlled it. “Calling you New Guardian Guy, or Quin’s friend from work just doesn’t seem right. I like to know who I’m talking to.”

“Jonathan O’Neil.” He held out his hand. “And I am Quin’s friend, but I’m also his employee. I’m the newest assistant manager at this center.”

She took the proffered hand and gave it a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, Jonathan O’Neil. How would you like that steak cooked? And the eggs?”

She reached down to her waist and confusion was chased by the realization that she wasn’t wearing an apron. With a self-deprecating smile, she stood and slid around the corner of the counter. Grabbing an order pad and pen, she looked at him expectantly.

“I like my steak rare and my eggs sunny side up.”

“Home fries, French fries, baked potato, or one of those?” She pointed to a list of sides on the board above the kitchen window where a Latino man watched them carefully.

Jonathan didn’t bother looking. This was breakfast for him. “Home fries.”

“Coffee?” Gwen’s raised eyebrow was one of the sexiest things he’d seen.

“Definitely.” He looked around for a coffee cup, but they sat ready only on the set tables. She reached under the counter and pulled out a mug.

Leaning back, she reached out to the machine behind her, then turned around to him. “Leaded or unleaded?”

“Fully leaded, please.” He smiled when she grabbed the black-bottomed pot and filled his mug. “Sweetheart, you have just earned my undying gratitude.”

Just as she slid the order under the clip and spun it toward the kitchen, the restaurant phone rang. She snatched the portable handset from beside her computer. Frowning at the display, she said, “Excuse me.” She disappeared into the back, leaving him alone to enjoy his surprisingly delicious coffee.

Jonathan glanced around the nearly empty diner. A middle-aged couple sat in a booth along the back wall, hardly talking, concentrating on their pie. They’d probably been married for over a decade, catching a late supper together after a long day at work if he had to guess given the man’s suit jacket lying on the seat next to him and her dress pants, flattering blouse, and short heels. He’d been taught to sum up people and situations quickly. They were no threat.

As he swept his gaze over the restaurant, his eyes fell on Gwen’s computer. Three words jumped out at him. Big like 9/ 11.

What the fuck?

Put Ams in their place.
Holy shit.
What was she into?

The lid suddenly closed, and very feminine fingers splayed over the blue case.

“Your order should be up soon.” At Gwen’s terse words, his eyes met hers. Yeah. He’d been snooping, and he needed to dig further.

He hoped his smile put her at ease. “Writing a book?” It was a plausible explanation.

She slid the laptop off the counter, placed it underneath, and drew out a mug. She turned her back on him and poured a cup of decaf. “I’m no author.” She came around to his side and, once again, took her seat. “I hated writing papers in college.”

“Where did you go to school?”

Any information she was willing to give him would help. She just stared at him for the longest time, as though trying to read his mind or decide if she could trust him.

To start the give and take necessary to build a solid foundation for a friendship, he offered, “I graduated from the University of Florida.”

“You’re a gator.” She smiled.

“Yes, ma’am.” He sipped his coffee. “I wanted to get out of Miami but not too far from my folks.” He shrugged. “Besides, the school had Navy ROTC and I had a scholarship.”

“You were in the Navy?” There was more than a spark of interest in her question.

“Marines.” He was used to women gushing at this point and mentally prepared for the onslaught of military questions.

“I was Army.”

She couldn’t have shocked him more if she’d said she was an alien. He set the cup down and stared at her. Really looked at her, as though seeing her for the first time. It was there. That hard edge that said I’ve seen too much.

Jonathan wanted to take her in his arms and protect her. He’d hold her until all the sharp angles melted into smooth, round curves, erasing the bad things she’d seen, replacing those memories with the sweet life she deserved.

And, maybe she’d do the same for him.

“When did you get out?” He managed to ask.

“Six mon—” Her gaze flew to the door as a bearded man all but fell through. “Kane.” Concern saturated the single word.

She jumped up and grabbed the man around the waist and placed one hand under a bent elbow. Half-carrying, half-guiding him to the back, the two spoke so low Jonathan couldn’t hear.
KaLyn Cooper. ELITE Justice (Kindle Locations 390-459).

He also meets Kane who will be important later. For now though Jonathan is concerned because he’s unkempt and smelly and appears to be in some kind of withdrawal. What’s really going on surprises him.

He and Gwen have a definite attraction and he uses that to get information off her computer. Bad move, sneaky move, but he gets what his company needs. It’s just a small part of a big picture.

I love the way things twist and turn and the romance that sneaks in with just the right amount of sizzle.

I can’t wait to read all of these newly revised books.

5 Contented Purrs for KaLyn!

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KaLyn Cooper KaLyn Cooper

KaLyn Cooper’s romances blend fact and fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense.

Twenty-two years as a military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate truth from imagination.

She, her husband, and Little Bear (Alaskan Malamute) live in Tennessee on a micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When she’s not writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.

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