A New Series From Dale Mayer! Simon Says…Hide – Kate Morgan Book 1

Simon Says…Hide
Kate Morgan Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



Introducing a new thriller series
that keeps you guessing and on your toes
through every twist and unexpected turn….

The unlikely team of Detective Kate Morgan and Simon St. Laurant, an unwilling psychic, marries all the unpredictable and passionate elements of Mayer’s work that readers have come to love and crave.

Newly promoted detective Kate Morgan stands up for the victims in the world, never backing down or giving up. From a family of victims, Kate will not tolerate those who take advantage of others. The worst ones prey on the hopes of desperate people to line their own pockets.

And when Kate finds a connection between more than a half-dozen cold cases to a recent case–where a child’s life is in jeopardy–she’ll make a deal with the devil himself to protect the child.

Having the gift of Sight, Simon St. Laurant knows that once he uses it, he can never walk away. But when nightmares of his own past are triggered, Simon can’t stand back. Determined to help, Simon vows to save these children–even if it means dealing with the cranky and critical Detective Kate Morgan.


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Kate Morgan is not having an easy time in her new position as detective. Her supposed team is still missing the man she replaced who died in the line of duty. While she gets it, it means she also works solo. She’s been working cold cases, reviewing files, looking for similarities any thing that might connect something. She also keeps a copy of her brother Timmy’s file on her desk as a reminder why she’s doing this job. She’s getting some air at a park when on of her team calls they found another, this one a little boy.

Simon St. Laurant wakes from a recurring nightmare, a little boy and man that Simon recognizes the look of a predator in the man. He doesn’t understand why he’s having these nightmares again. He kicks himself out if it only to be thrown back into a different scene, and then another. Most of his dreams are of things past, except lately they seem to be more current and he’s having visions outside of his dreams as well..

In spite of his personal feelings about the police, he knows he has to share what he’s been seeing. He knows he’ll face skepticism and he’s not looking forward to it.

Kate’s the one who’s sent to interview him, and the one dream from the past the child’s name is Timothy. This of course sets Kate off.

This is a favorite scene.

He fisted his hands on the table, leaned forward, and said, “The same little boy being walked down Hastings Street under the shadow of the lights, a little boy not more than five, maybe six, years old, holding the hand of some old guy, who scares the crap out of me.”

“Interesting,” she murmured. She studied him closely for any signs of deception, but nothing was really there, as far as she could tell. He was telling the truth, as he believed it to be, but, so far, he hadn’t said anything definitive yet. “Can you identify the little boy?” “Only that he’s got some lollipop in his free hand, and he’s wearing a little Burberry coat,” he said. “I can’t tell what color it is.”

“Why is that? You said there were lampposts.”

“He is walking under the lampposts, yes, but everything is in shades of grays.”

“Your nightmares are in gray?”

“This one is, yes.”

“So then what happens?” she asked, intrigued in spite of herself. She didn’t know what it had to do with the police, but she could imagine that a dream, nightmare, as he’d said, that would happen over and over again would really piss off a guy like this. That fascinated her as much as anything.

“I just hear this voice that calls out, ‘Timothy.’”

Timothy?” she said, questioning, her body stiffening at the name.

He nodded.

Timothy?” she snapped, her feet flat on the floor. “Is this some sick joke?”

He looked at her in surprise. “No,” he said. “What are you talking about?”

She stared at him and then gave a hard headshake. No, he couldn’t know. Besides, her Timmy had gone missing during the day, not the evening, and had happened a long time ago. “Look. I don’t know what your nightmare is all about,” she said, “or why you think you need to tell me about it. I’m a homicide detective, in case you didn’t know.” She stopped, took a deep breath. “But if you don’t have anything else, then this interview is over.”

“This is an interview?” he asked curiously.

“Look, sir,” she snapped. “Do you have anything else you feel like you need to tell me?”

“Yes,” he said, “I just know that— because of the styles of clothing, the shades of gray— this happened a long time ago.”


He stared at her.

Yet he seemed more confused than mad. “And?”

Her fist clenched on her lap, she stared at the half-moons half-moons that her fingernails had embedded into the palm of her hand in order to stop the scream from reaching up her throat. She wanted nothing more than to grab this guy by the throat and to shake the truth from him.

“The trouble is, it goes from that image to another image within a little room,” he said, “with toys and a toddler’s bed, but no child is there, just a blanket. But it’s got some plastic wrapping around it that’s a different color, not so dark. Unfortunately then it goes to an absolutely beautiful little girl in a fancy little bed.” His tone was heavy. “The little girl in the bed is crying her eyes out. She’s in a basement. It looks like a basement or maybe a cellar. I don’t know,” he said. “She’s got just a blanket, and blood’s on the bed. She is crying, as if her heart is breaking.” And then he fell silent.

She sat back and looked at him. “And it’s the same nightmare over and over again?”

“The same one for a week now,” he said bitterly. “Until last night.”

“What about last night?” she asked, but inside she knew. Dear God, inside she knew.

“Last night, another child was added to the sequence,” he said. “A little boy, a little bit older, like six, maybe seven. I don’t know children’s ages. Skinny, curled up in the bed, but he wasn’t even breathing. In the nightmare I zoomed down, and he was just lying there, and I couldn’t see him moving or breathing. There was like a weird outline to him.”

“Did you see anything that can identify these children? Or where they are located?” she asked lightly. But she was gripping the pen in her hand so hard that it was in danger of breaking. “I would have said no,” he said.

“I would have said it could be any child, anywhere in the world. That’s one of the reasons I never came in to the cops before. Although I’ve had these particular nightmares for the last few weeks, I’ve had them off and on in various forms for years. I’ve always just ignored them, but now I can’t ignore them anymore.”

“Why is that?”

“Because this newest little boy has a name on the bed above his head. It read ‘Jason.’ No last name, just the first name.”

“And you can’t give me any physical description of him?”

“Emaciated to the point of being starved,” he said bluntly. His tone still easily portrayed the horror of what he had experienced in his nightmares. “He’s drawn, skinny, like you could see inside him. His skin was almost translucent.”

“And, if the child were dead, how long has he been dead?”

He shook his head. “I got the impression it was recent. But I don’t think he was—” And then he stopped, shook his head, and looked away. “I don’t put any credence into this,” he said. “So you probably shouldn’t either.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to put credence into yet,” she said drily. “So why don’t we just go down this mythical pathway and see if anything is there?”

“Have you had anything to do with psychics before?”

“Hell no,” she said forcibly. “I only believe in what I can see and hear and feel.”

He stared at her. “Of course I would be talking to you.”

“Do you consider yourself a psychic?”

“Hell no,” he said. “But I can’t help but wonder if these nightmares don’t have some kind of fact-based realism.”

“Fact-based realism?” She had never heard that phrase before. “If you had given me anything to identify any of these children with,” she said, “I could look them up in the files.”

“It’s the first time I saw a name on the bed,” he said, “but I definitely got the impression the child had been there for a while.”

“Starved to death?”

“I’m afraid that was probably the least of his problems,” he said softly.

She studied his face, seeing the pain, the tired lines in the corner of his eyes, the faint anger masked around his lips, as he clenched them tight. “It makes you angry, doesn’t it?”

He glared at her, not liking the sound of that. “I didn’t do anything to these children,” he said, “but whoever did hasn’t stopped.”

She sat back. “Why do you say that?”

“I think, when I saw the first nightmare,” he said, “since it seemed to have been such a long time ago, I ignored it. But then I had another one and then another, and each time they came back around, another child had been in the group.”

“If that’s true,” she said, “then whoever this person is has taken four.”

Then he shook his head. “No,” he said, “because it’s quite possible he’s taken a lot more, and I just haven’t connected.”

“Connected?” she pounced. “So you are thinking along psychic terms?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m not thinking on any terms. I just know these damn nightmares won’t leave me alone, and last night I saw the name Jason. And the child maybe was six, and I can’t give you any more than that.”

“Well, it’s not much,” she said, “but I’ll need your contact details.”

He just stared at her.

“If it does turn out to be something, I obviously have to contact you again,” she said. “Not to mention the fact that every visit here is recorded.”

He swore softly.

“Is that a problem?” she asked. And again she studied him intently. Everybody gave away so much in their body language that they weren’t aware of. But, in his case, no, he kept his cool, even as the small tic in the corner of his jaw pulsed away. She watched it, fascinated, because she never understood if it was a muscular thing or a nervous sign. But, in his case, it was neither.

He was thinking hard. He turned to look at her, nodded, and said, “My name is Simon St. Laurant,” and he went on to add his phone number and address.

“That’s a pretty high-end area for you to live,” she said, staring at the False Creek North address she’d written down.

“For me to live?”

“For anybody,” she said smoothly. “In other words, it takes money to live there.”

“If you say so,” he said curiously. “Money comes. Money goes,” he added. “I try not to worry about it too much.”

Her pen stopped in the act of writing down his address. “Isn’t it nice that you can say that,” she said. “Most of the world can’t.”

“I’m not most of the world,” he said, once again settling back into that arrogance she’d seen in him when he’d first arrived.

She nodded, stood, and said, “I’ll see you out.”

“Will you check?” he asked abruptly, as they reached the entrance door, where he would walk back out onto the street.

She nodded. “I’ll check.”

He flashed her a brilliant smile that had her stopping still in amazement. “That’s all I can ask,” he said, and he turned and walked out.
Dale Mayer. Simon Says… Hide (Kindle Locations 231-308). Valley Publishing.

Of course his nightmares and visions relate to her current case, something she didn’t expect.

Now to determine if this Simon person is involved or really just some sort of psychic.

Several interesting things happen as this book continues, another body for one, and then Simon seems to come up with some very accurate stuff when she needs it most.

Edge of your seat suspense, laughter, tears, intrigue and a touch of heat in this excellent beginning to a new series.

5 Contented Purrs for Dale!

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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Melody of Souls – The Lost Siren Book 3 by Skye MacKinnon and Liza Street

Melody of Souls
The Lost Siren Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
Liza Street



Loving four men is complicated. When the fate of an entire faerie realm is in your hands, it’s even harder.

Avery’s work in the faerie realm of Evermist is far from over. The “pale ones”–mindless, vampiric monsters–continue to wreak havoc. She also wonders whether the Shadow King and Queen are truly defeated. And worse, there’s a traitor somewhere in her ranks.

Unwilling to believe any of her men could be capable of such treachery, yet fearing that it might be the case, Avery is about to embark on her most difficult trials yet.

Melody of Souls is the third and final installment in the Lost Siren series, a reverse harem romance full of heat, humour, and adventure.


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Avery has mostly recovered from her ordeal with the Shadow King. She’s been recovering in Faerie, but now King Christophe reminds her it’s time to work on completing the prophesy. If there is any hope of defeating the Shadow king once and for all she’s going to need allies.

King Christophe requests to see his sons Marek and Charles, they’ve been avoiding him using Avery’s recovery as an excuse. Now they will go see him but only if Avery goes with them. The King knows he won’t live to see the end of the prophesy and he wanted to give his blessing to his sons being mated to Avery and to her other two mates.

Now it’s time for her to return to the Sirens, she’s met by Ligeia, the Hevarain and it’s a rather frosty greeting. The thing is Avery doesn’t know everything she should about being a siren let alone Queen of them. Apparently if she had come home to recuperate she may have been able to save more lives. Aside from that there is still the issue that they were betrayed before that battle, and it had to be one of her own kind.

After meeting with Ligeia, Avery and her mates head to the infirmary to visit with the injured. Hopefully with her here now, they could heal faster. It’s here that Avery learns who the traitor is.

This is a favorite scene.

The hospital wing was quieter than I had expected. The occasional groan of pain echoed through the large cavern, but most of the sirens simply lay in their beds without making a sound. The room looked nothing like how I’d imagined the siren version of a hospital. It was more cave than room, dug deep into the mountain. Glowing blue moss covered the walls, giving enough light to illuminate every corner of the cavern. The wooden beds were large and comfortable, nothing like the hospital beds you’d find on Earth. Sirens in flowing green robes moved around, whispering to the patients or holding their hands above the ill, treating them with magic.

One of them spotted us and hurried over. It was a young woman with flowing black hair that had a slight blue sheen, although that may have been due to the glowing moss. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her.

“Your Majesty.” She bowed low. “Thank you for coming.”

Her voice finally told me who she reminded me of. Laope. A relative. Daughter, maybe? Granddaughter? The way sirens aged was still a mystery to me.

Her eyes glowed golden for a second before she gave me a frown. “You’re not quite healed yourself yet. Would you like me to examine you?”

I waved her off. “I’m fine. Ligeia said my presence could help the ill and injured. Is there something specific I need to do?”

“No, just having you in the palace will do wonders. But I think the patients would appreciate it if you could talk to some of them.”

“Of course.”

“Avery,” Lysander said, “do you want us to go, or stay…?”

“Go, rest,” I said, giving him a smile. “I’ll meet you later in our rooms.”

He, Tarin, and Charles left, but Marek remained, his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed reluctant to leave me, and I shrugged. If he felt like standing around watching me talk to injured warriors, that was fine with me.

I started with the siren closest to me, a young woman who lay awake on her bed and was watching me with large, glassy blue eyes.

“Hi,” I said, plopping down on the stool next to her bed. “I’m Avery.”

“My Queen,” she breathed. “I’m Amalia. Thank you for being here.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier, Amalia,” I said.

She shook her head. “I’m glad to see you now.”

“May I take your hand?” I asked.

“Of course.”

Amalia’s skin was cold and clammy, but as I held her hand, she seemed to warm.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” I asked.

“No,” she breathed. “It’s simply nice being here with you.”

I sat with her until she drifted off into sleep, and then I visited the next siren, and the next. Some of them wore bandages, but others weren’t outwardly injured, that I could see.

My ass ached from sitting on the wooden stools, but I wasn’t about to complain. At least I was up and walking, when so many others were not. Several hours must have passed before I reached a man who looked about my age. His long, dark green hair fell in damp locks over his shoulders and pillow. His eyes were closed, so I simply sat at his side, hoping my presence might bring comfort in the weird way a siren queen’s magic worked.

Marek approached, his footfalls quiet on the stone floor. “Avery,” he whispered, “you’re exhausted. It’s time to go to bed.”

“Just a little while longer,” I said, not taking my eyes off the green-haired siren.

“I could have Tarin draw you a bath,” he said, a flirtatious lilt in his voice.

That got my attention… but no. There’d been plenty of time for me to bond with my mates over the past few days. What I hadn’t made time for was my own people, the sirens who were hurting and could get better faster if I were with them.

“Soon, I’ll come to the rooms,” I said.

“Very well.” He sighed and rubbed my shoulders for a moment. It felt heavenly as he worked out some of the knots I’d formed while sitting so long at each bedside.

After a few minutes, the siren in front of me opened his eyes. They were dark green, like his hair.

“My Queen,” he gasped.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m here. What’s your name?”

“My Queen, I must tell you–” His words broke off as he struggled for breath, and his eyes showed panic. His arm flopped as he tried to take something–my hand, I figured.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I said, giving him my hand.

He immediately calmed, then took a deep breath. “I have to tell you about Kerrigan.”

I exchanged a look with Marek. I’d never heard of Kerrigan, and from Marek’s expression, he hadn’t, either.

“All right,” I said. “Tell me about Kerrigan.”

The green-haired siren sighed. “He shouldn’t have… gone.”

I looked over at Marek and mouthed, Did he die?

Marek just shrugged.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “Is he someone you loved?”

The siren frowned and hissed–just like a cat would. “No. No. Kerrigan is a traitor. He is the reason Laope and so many others fell.”

“Tell me more,” I said. “Please. Tell me everything you know.”

“I only know… what I saw and heard,” the siren said. “Kerrigan spoke to the Shadow King through a lunethe. He held it in the forest and I heard him speaking. He told the Shadow King of your plans, of how many we had with us, and our location.”

“He betrayed us,” Marek said, moving to pace at the end of the bed.

“Before I could warn you,” the siren said, “the pale ones had arrived. And Kerrigan made sure I was one of the first to fall. I am so sorry, my Queen, that I was unable to stop him in time. I’ve heard since… that so many of my brothers and sisters are dead…”

He broke down sobbing. I could sense his heartache, and it was so strong that he couldn’t stop shaking.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” I told him. “You are a brave hero, and I thank you so much for all you’ve told me.”

He kept crying, his green eyes full of pain.

“I can help you sleep,” I said. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, my Queen. Please.” I hummed “All the Pretty Little Horses,” infusing it with just a touch of magic to help the poor guy fall asleep.

Once his eyes were closed, I turned to Marek. “It appears we know who betrayed us.”

“We do,” he agreed. “I can’t wait to face him.”

“I don’t know what the rules are here,” I said, “but he must be dealt with before he can betray us again.”

Standing, I left the green-haired siren’s side and went to the door. There, I nearly ran into Ligeia, who was coming in.

“What is it?” she said, likely taking in my grim expression. “Who is that green-haired siren in the corner over there?” I asked, pointing to the man we’d just talked to.

“That’s Ronan,” Ligeia said. “He hasn’t spoken to anyone since the battle.”

“He shared something very interesting with me,” I said.

“Did he?”

“Yes,” I said. “Take me to Kerrigan.”

“Kerrigan? My – my son?” she asked.

Oh, shit.
Skye MacKinnon; Liza Street. Melody of Souls: The Lost Siren Book 3 (Kindle Locations 260-317). Peryton Press.

Know that the traitor is Ligeia’s son doesn’t change the facts. It just changes where they will start their quest for allies. Apparently he’s hiding with the Vampires. Lysander goes first to pave the way, but Avery arrives sooner than he expects. The way she finds him, incurs her anger. Even as she agrees to complete a task to gain the Vampires as an Ally.

That is the first of several interesting quests Avery has to complete prior to facing the Shadow King again.

So many twists and turns, crazy action, and of course that sizzling heat between Avery and her mates, made this a book a couldn’t put down.

A perfect ending for Avery, Charles, Marek, Lysander and Tarin.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye and Liza!

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Skye MacKinnon

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

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

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

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   Liza Street

Liza got her start in romance by sneak-reading her grandma’s paperbacks. Now she divides her time between freelance editing and writing books about shifters with fierce and savage hearts.

FREE BOOKS–Book 1 in Liza’s Sierra Pride series is free to anyone! Join Liza’s mailing list and get Book 2, Fierce Heartbreaker, FREE, as well as an exclusive Sierra Pride prequel story! Start by clicking here to sign up and receive Fierce Heartbreaker and the prequel story.

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Taken By The Horny MRI Machine by Philomena MacKinnon

Taken by the Horny MRI Machine
Philomena MacKinnon



She never expected to be taken by an MRI machine!

Liz is terrified of having to undergo an MRI scan. Even her sexy doctor can’t ease her fears.

Only when the MRI machine shows that it can more than just diagnose her, she’ll relax enough to give in to true pleasure…



So I thought I’d start off October with a bang, in more ways than one.

Liz is terrified of have this MRI, she’d had a panic attack when she had one previously. Things are a bit different this time though. The doctor is seriously sexy and the machine is definitely different.

This is a favorite scene.

The doctor took a step towards her and took her by the shoulders. His gaze swept over her, making another pleasant shiver ran down her back. “Would you like me to give you a sedative?”

She wanted him to give her something very different, but maybe a sedative wouldn’t be a bad idea. Liz nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.

He reached out and gently touched her cheek. She leaned into his touch before realising what she was doing. No, this was wrong. She forced herself to step back, away from him.

Understanding flickered in his gaze and he hurried out of the room before returning with a glass of water a moment later.

“Here, take this pill. It’ll make you feel better.” She didn’t question what he gave her and swallowed the pill. They hadn’t offered her a sedative during her last MRI scan and look how that had turned out. Lots of crying. She certainly didn’t want to cry in front of this doctor.

She sat on the bed, giving the machine a grim stare. It stared back.

Liz shook her head. That had to be the sedative taking effect already. Machines didn’t stare. They weren’t alive. They didn’t have feelings. She lay down and closed her eyes. Maybe she’d be able to fall asleep and simply sleep through the scan. That would be nice.

The bed was nice and warm. Softer than she’d thought. It almost felt like she was being hugged from underneath.

“That’s it, relax,” the doctor’s voice came through speakers. “I’ll start the scan now.

If you feel claustrophobic or sick in any way, just press the button above you and I’ll get you out of there.”

Drowsily, Liz nodded before she realised the doc couldn’t see her. She smiled. If she’d been at home, she would have taken off the gown and touched herself. She was so wet. The machine hadn’t started yet, so maybe she could get rid of the gown after all… Her nipples were hard and she ached to touch them. Or even better, have someone else touch them.
Philomena MacKinnon. Taken by the Horny MRI Machine (Kindle Locations 50-66). Peryton Press.

Now what happens with the machine is definitely not the norm and neither is the doctor. This is a short sizzling read, and I raised my eyebrows a few times, fanned myself and had to hydrate between the giggles.

I don’t think I’ll ever look at an MRI the same way.

5 Contented Purrs for Philomena!


Philomena MacKinnon is a Scottish writer of erotic romance. Her steamy stories feature everything from cavemen to platypus shifters – yes, Philomena is a little eccentric when it comes to choosing topics for her books.


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A Taste From – Dirty Daddies 2021 Anniversary Anthology: Rewarding Avery by Becca Jameson

Dirty Daddies


Renee Rose, Laylah Roberts, Pepper North,
Brianna Hale, Livia Grant, Golden Angel,
Sinistre Ange, Raisa Greywood, Emily Tilton,
Maggie Ryan, Kara Kelley, J.M. Dabney,
Shane Starrett, Kessily Lewel, Measha Stone,
Stella Moore, Becca Jameson, Tess Summers,
Paige Michaels, Layne Daniels, M.A. Innes,
Jacki James, Susan Hawke, Nora Phoenix,
Allysa Hart, Rayanna Jamison and Maren Smith




This collection of twenty-five sexy-as-sin romances star Daddy Doms who demand obedience and require your total surrender.

Whether you like Cowboy Daddies, Dark Daddies, Doctor Daddies, Stern Daddies, Shifter Daddies, Alien Daddies, or LGTBQ Daddies, there is a Daddy waiting for you. This deliciously naughty collection of all-new stories, penned by some of the best authors in the genre, is bursting with HOT, raw Daddy Dom action that’s sure to leave you breathless.

Don’t Keep Your Daddy Waiting….


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While this isn’t my favorite aspect of BDSM, Becca Jameson draws me in every time.

Rewarding Avery is loosely related to her Surrender Series, which I admit has become a favorite of mine.

As the books opens, Avery is about to go yell at her neighbor for mowing her lawn, but not before she ogles his physique. Now Andrew is only being neighborly but he’s not going to let Avery get away with yelling at him again. He’s gonna ask her out, well kind of.

This is a favorite scene.

Andrew chuckles. On top of everything else annoying about him, I now have to add that he has the confidence of a much older man.

And then another thought comes to mind and I swallow, my face draining of all color. “Are you making fun of me?”

He flinches, his eyes narrowing. He steps closer, shortening the distance between us. Thank goodness there’s a wooden railing around my deck that keeps him from stepping all the way into my space. He sets his hands on it though, and leans toward me, leaving only a foot or so between us.

He’s not laughing. His expression is dead serious. “I would never make fun of you, Avery. Why would you think that? I’ve lived next door to you for two years. I’ve watched you come and go hundreds of times. I’ve wanted to ask you out for most of that time, and suddenly now I’ve decided to go for it. What the hell?”

My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out.

“There’s a lightness about you. You’re a free spirit. I love the way you smile and giggle when you don’t think anyone is looking. That cute little wave you give me when you climb into your lime-green car stops me in my tracks every time.”

I swallow, but he’s not done.

“You’re obviously young at heart, and I’d bet money you’re fun to be with when you’re not growling about letting someone help you with your lawn.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “So yeah. I’m asking you out. Please say yes so I won’t feel like a fool for laying it all on the line here.”

“You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He’s white-knuckling the wooden railing.

Holy shit. Holy. Shit.

Finally, he lifts up a hand. “How about this? You make me dinner tonight and spend two hours with me. If you don’t want to go out in public with me and take that kind of risk afterward, I won’t ask you again.”

“You think I wouldn’t want to be seen in public with you?”

He shrugs, his brows lifting as if to say, what else am I supposed to think?

“You…” I lick my lips. “You’re like a chiseled statue of male perfection. I don’t know why you don’t have a different date every night of the week. The fact that you notice when I go out and when I don’t tells me you’re home to see that sort of thing.” I narrow my gaze. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He gives me a slow smile. If I’m not mistaken, his tanned skin flushes. “Women who hit on me at the gym or wherever tend to be extremely shallow, Avery. I grew tired of being pawed at like some sort of sex object about a decade ago.

“You, on the other hand, don’t strike me as shallow at all. You’re a breath of fresh air. Like I said, a free spirit. Happy. Comfortable in your skin. And…if I’m a quote ‘chiseled statue of male perfection’ then I’ll raise you that and say that you’re a beautiful porcelain doll who’s probably too sweet and naïve for her own good.

“I bet you know exactly what I’m talking about when I say women can be shallow. Men are shallow too. With that blond hair, those pale blue eyes, and that smokin’ hot body, I’m sure you’ve been on the receiving end of more annoying catcalls than you can count.”

I’ve suddenly lost the ability to make use of the English language.

I’m struck dumb and still blinking at him when he shoves off my railing. “I’ll be here at six. I don’t have any food allergies.” He starts to walk away and then tosses over his shoulder. “And, for the record, I do eat cookies and brownies.”

I watch him as he pushes his mower toward the shed behind his side of the condo, every muscle flexing, sweat soaking the back of his shirt in a line down his spine. His thick brown hair is ruffled and messy. He hasn’t shaved today, and his twenty-four-hours-after-shaving look makes my knees wobbly.

What the hell just happened?

This man just steamed-rolled right over me.

Dinner? Now, I have to cook for him and make dessert?

While he’s in his shed, I spin around and rush back into my kitchen, shutting the door and leaning against it while I try to catch my breath.

This can’t be happening. I don’t date men like Andrew. Hell, I don’t date men at all. I play with men at Surrender or one of the other clubs in the area on Friday nights in order to shed some of the previous week’s stress, but I don’t date them.
Becca Jameson. Rewarding Avery (Kindle Locations 75-109). Kindle Edition.

Dinner leads to conversations about other things and everything heats up really quick.

Very Hot, very sensual and definitely not for the faint of heart.

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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!

…where Alphas dominate…

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Forbidden Professor – Forbidden Book 9 by Carmen Falcone

Forbidden Professor
Forbidden Series Book
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carmen Falcone



Grayson is shocked when he finds an intimate video on a random student’s cell phone. That recording can crush his career and eliminate any chance of him becoming the next dean—a dream his family fought against from the start. To avoid a scandal, he follows the student to get more information about the person who gained access to his private video. Cornered, she says she’ll help him find the culprit on one condition: he must kiss her.

Perpetual good girl Frankie has always crushed on her hot professor, Grayson Braddock. But she knows he would never give a student a shot. When the opportunity presents itself, she decides to be bold for once in her life—because she knows this is her only chance to act on her feelings. But her innocent demand for a kiss quickly shifts into a scorching hot affair, and she has to choose between going back to her safe life or walking on the wild side with Grayson permanently.


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Francesca ‘Frankie’ Mancuso makes a big mistake when she forgets to put her phone in the bin for Professor Grayson Braddock’s class, her friend Virginia had sent a video of him and a woman to her phone that could end 2 professor’s careers. She also didn’t lock her phone so when the Professor confiscates it the first thing he sees is the video. Now he needs to know where it came from. Frankie is reluctant to tell him where she got the video, and on impulse says she’ll tell him for a kiss.

The location he chooses for the kiss is far from ideal but things heat up between these two rapidly. While he’s never dated a student, she is of legal age but the involvement could still ruin him and his goal has always been to become Dean.

Frankie knows she shouldn’t start anything with Grayson, but she can’t seem to say no. The attraction between them is off the charts, but even if they were to go public with their dating her parents would never approve.

This is a kindle melting read with a bit of suspense and some family drama.

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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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A Reckless Match – Ruthless Rivals Book 1 by Kate Bateman

A Reckless Match
Ruthless Rivals Book 1
Bestselling Author
Kate Bateman



A Reckless Match is the first in a new regency romance series about two feuding families, and reunited childhood enemies whose hatred turns to love.

Meet the Davies and the Montgomerys –
two families locked in an ancient feud,
destined to be on opposing sides forever.


Madeline Montgomery grew up despising—and secretly loving—the roguish Gryffud “Gryff” Davies. Their families have been bitter rivals for hundreds of years, but even if her feelings once crossed the line between love and hate, she’s certain Gryff never felt the same. Now she’s too busy saving her family from ruin to think about Gryff and the other “devilish” Davies. Since he’s off being scandalous in London, it’s not like she’ll ever see him again. . .


As the new Earl of Powys, Gryff Davies planned on spending his post-war life enjoying the pleasures of London. But when an illegal duel forces him to retreat to his family’s Welsh castle, he realizes the only exciting thing in the dull countryside will be the fiery Maddie Montgomery. Thoughts of his nemesis sustained Gryff throughout the war; but the girl he loved to tease has grown into a gorgeous, headstrong woman – who loathes him just as much as she ever did. Will secret tunnels, dangerous smugglers, and meddling from their feuding families be enough to make Maddie and Gryff realize that their animosity is really attraction…and maybe even love?


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Madeline Montgomery is really hoping Gryffud “Gryff” Davies or one of his siblings doesn’t show for this required handshake. If they don’t the property becomes her family’s and they won’t fall to total ruin. Unfortunately for her Gryff does remember to show and it leads an interesting development. Instead of just a handshake, he kisses her and when she doesn’t head for home he follows her. A wishing well gone dry becomes the focal point of the story as Madeline determined to find the cause falls into a network of tunnels.

Gryff isn’t going to let her explore what is a joint owned property alone. She may be an amateur archeologist but she’s still a woman. Madeline needs to find something anything so she doesn’t have to marry Sir Mostyn. Of course she’ll never mention her family’s problems to Gryff, they are ‘enemies’ after all.

These two have an attraction that won’t let up even as they investigate some interesting findings from the cave network.

An enthralling read, with suspense, romance and intrigue!

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Kate Bateman

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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Hot SEAL, Midnight Madness – SEALs in Paradise: Holiday Edition Book 9 by Teresa Reasor

Hot SEAL, Midnight Magic
SEALs in Paradise: Holiday Edition Book 9
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Teresa Reasor



Navy SEAL Gage Fontenot is home for the first time in two years because his grandmother, who raised him, is in the hospital after a brutal assault. He has four weeks to get the lay of the land, find who’s responsible, and guarantee the attacker gets the punishment he deserves. When he’s met at the airport by Mia, the woman he jilted six years ago, his visit becomes much more complicated. Because his reasons for leaving New Orleans all lead back to her.

Psychic Mia Blanchard knows there’s always a price to pay for the best things in life, but she’s shocked by the dramatic change in Gage. Gone is the lighthearted Cajun who played guitar in the New Orleans clubs. What has happened to make him cut himself off from his home and family? She needs to find out, because she can’t move on until she puts their past behind her.

But there is more than their personal history in play. She sees danger ahead for them both. But Gage never believed in her gift in the past. How can she convince him to trust it now?


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Mia Blanchard has visions and this book opens with one that saves her ex’s grandmother. She has no control over them, and sometimes they are the past others the future. The visions can be triggered by touch so she avoids situations requiring it but this one came as a dream or rather a nightmare.

Gage Fontenot was forced to leave town to save his brother Decker from jail and himself from being framed. He worked on an oil rig before joining the Navy and becoming a SEAL. He’s only snuck home to see his grandmother a couple of times and didn’t stay long. This time he’s going to be here a month. His grandmother needs him and his brother Roman can’t do as much as he’d like and Decker isn’t very reliable.

It’s Mia that Roman asks to pick Gage up at the airport. At one point in time Mia and Gage had plans to leave New Orleans and build something together. It took Mia a long time to come to terms with Gage leaving, but she did what she set out to do, go to college and build a successful business.

This is a favorite scene.

His brother Roman concentrated on his family, which was what he should be doing. Decker…Gage was never sure about Decker, other than he’d been a fuckup since he was twelve. And caused Mama and his brothers more trouble than he was worth. Gage tried hard not to harbor any anger or resentment about that, but if he was honest with himself, some still lingered.

His phone rang, and he paused to pull it out and check the screen.

Roman. He hit accept and put the phone to his ear. “Hey, where are you?”

“Sorry I couldn’t leave work to pick you up,” Roman said. “So I sent a friend of Mama’s. I’m giving you the number. Your ride’s parked in short-term parking and wil swing by and pick you up as soon as they get your text.”

A friend of Mama’s could mean anyone. She attracted people to her like ants to a picnic. Her generosity, her kindness, her love, just drew them right in.

He wouldn’t be the only one to feel the loss if she didn’t make it.

He shifted his attention to finding his way through new airport terminal and decided it was like walking through the interior of a spacecraft with its huge support posts, skylights and curved rooflines.

Even the restaurants’ interiors were ultramodern, though when he looked at the daily specials posted, it appeared they still served traditional New Orleans food.

He strode out from beneath the second floor to the north entrance and looked down the curved bank of windows along the length of the structure. It was impressive, but nothing like the old terminal. And where the hell was Louis Armstrong? The statue was nowhere in sight.

Stepping out the front doors onto the sidewalk, he paused beneath the awning that curved along the wall of glass behind him to lower his sea bag to the concrete and lean it against his leg. He pulled out his phone and shot off a brief text. I’m outside the terminal.

The answer was just as brief. Be there ASAP.

Three or four minutes passed before a dark maroon Mitsubishi swung around the curved drive, the sun glancing off the windshield making it impossible to see who was behind the wheel. The car pulled to a stop beside him, and a woman got out and walked around the back of the vehicle. “Hello, Gage.”

Seeing her again landed a solid punch, first to his gut, then higher up. He dredged up a reply from his addled brain. “Thanks for coming to pick me up.”

She hadn’t changed at all. She still looked like a gypsy, with her yard of dark, curly hair falling down her back. Large, black-lashed, pale green eyes and high cheekbones lent drama to a heart-shaped face blessed with a bow-shaped mouth, currently darkened by a shade of lipstick that fell somewhere between red and plum.

She meant trouble with a capital T. She was the reason he left New Orleans and his family behind.

Did she know?

Had her mother told her what her family did to him? Probably not. Camille Blanchard viewed everything under her control as a possession. Even her daughter. If he’d had money, she’d have welcomed him with open arms. Because he didn’t, she wanted his Cajun ass gone before he got her daughter pregnant. Or worse, talked her into marriage.

Which was exactly where they’d been heading.

Mia raised the hatch. He lifted his sea bag, tossed it in, and closed the hatch—and in that split second decided her face wasn’t the only thing that hadn’t changed. She was still slender as a dancer. And dressed for business in a hip-hugging skirt the color of a ripe peach, a colorful silk blouse of muted pastels, and a jacket the exact shade of her skirt. When they were both in the car, she asked, “Do you want to go straight to the hospital? Or do you want to get something to eat first?”

“Hospital. I need to see Mama.” If she died before he got to see her, he’d never forgive himself.

She pulled out into the slow-moving sporadic traffic circling away from the airport. “You need to prepare yourself for how Mama looks.

She was beaten and strangled, and her face is still very swollen and bruised.”

“Roman told me.” But Gage was almost more worried about something Roman hadn’t said.

“She wasn’t… They didn’t…”

“No, she wasn’t raped.”

He unclenched his hands, which had automatically balled into fists.

At least Mama was spared that. But knowing didn’t make him feel any better. “How did you get involved in this?”

“I found her.”

Jesus! “How?”

She was silent for a long moment. “It’s going to sound crazy, but I woke in the middle of the night after a terrible dream with an overwhelming need to check on Mama. So I drove to her house. The front door was nearly closed, but not completely shut. When I knocked, it swung open. I went in, turning on lights and calling her name. I found her in her bed, and at first I thought… But then she… sucked in a breath and I knew she was still alive. I called an ambulance and the police.”

“You took a dangerous chance, going into the house without backup.”

“I didn’t sense anyone there. Not even Mama.”

Angered by her reckless behavior, he said, “If the attacker had still been in there, you could have been killed, Mia.”

She continued to focus on the traffic and her voice never changed tone. “She might have died if I hadn’t found her and called as quickly as I did, Gage.”

He fisted his hands against his knee-jerk reply to her calm verbal slap. He hadn’t been with her fifteen minutes, and he was attacking her…for saving Mama’s life.

In fact, it was she who probably deserved to be attacking him.

After all, he walked away from her after delivering the harshest of goodbyes, leaving her high and dry to pick up the pieces. He was surprised she was even speaking to him.

He hadn’t really been given a choice. Her showing up so unexpectedly had triggered his guilt. And the festering rage toward her brother and mother he couldn’t shake. Didn’t want to.

The two of them cost him everything. And he would never forgive them for it.

He needed to calm the fuck down and use his brain instead of lashing out at Mia. Her indirect link to what had happened wasn’t grounds for his attitude. Even though he’d been forced away from his family, and his life had evolved in different directions than he intended, there was no way he could change anything now.

Being a SEAL had definitely been a different direction, and he was on a good course with his career. His teammates were like family. And he loved what he did. He rubbed his hand over the thick scruff on his jaw. He glanced at her. He had to concentrate on the here and now and forget the past. “I appreciate what you did for her that night.”

“I care about her. She and my grandmother have become good friends, and I go by twice a week to check on her.”

This awkward tension between them knotted his shoulders and he looked away. “She’s never mentioned that to me.” The moment he said it, he realized it sounded like an accusation.

Mia bit her lip and remained silent. She turned off of I-10 toward the hospital, pulled up to the front entrance of the hospital, and told him which tower and floor Mama was on. “Why don’t I drop your bag at Mama’s? I doubt the hospital staff will allow you on the floor with it.” “I didn’t mean that how it sounded, Mia.”

“Yes, you did.” Her glare was hot with temper, her winglike brows drawn tight with it. “You were the one who broke things off and walked away six years ago, Gage. If guilt is what’s driving this, that’s on you.” Her tone turned cutting. “I don’t deserve your hostility, and I won’t put up with it.”

She revved the Mitsubishi’s engine. “You’ll have to catch an Uber or a cab to get to Mama’s after you’ve finished visiting. I’ve already been away from my business long enough.” She picked up a key from the cup holder in the console and held it out it to him.

He clenched the key in his fist, oddly relieved because she dressed him down. Up until this point, her nonconfrontational behavior made him wonder if she’d lost her spirit. “You could come in with me.”

“No, I’ll visit later.”

Her tone said after you’re gone.

“You’re not family,” he said. “ICU won’t allow you to visit.”

“You were gone, Gage. Your brother Roman is married and has family to take care of, and Decker—is Decker. You didn’t just leave me. You left Mama, too. As far as the staff here is concerned, I’m part of her family. I’ll come any time I please to visit her. Now get out. I’m ready to leave.”

He laid his hand on her arm for a moment because he just had to touch her.

Mia bit her lip and looked away.

“Thanks for everything you did for Mama, and thanks for the ride.” He got out of the car and shut the door. With eyes straight ahead, she pulled away from the curb and circled away from the hospital.
Teresa Reasor. Hot SEAL, Midnight Magic (Kindle Locations 119-172). Kindle Edition.

It seems fate is going to throw Mia and Gage together.

Mia gets a threatening package, followed by a vision at her mother’s dinner party. The person her mother was looking to set her up with is bad news indeed.

Gage senses he’s being followed, and Mia has a vision involving him. Her friend Jules a detective will be instrumental in solving all the incidents both past and present.

There’s plenty of ups and downs, some twists, topped off with romance and sizzling heat.

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Teresa J. Reasor

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Teresa Reasor was born in Southeastern Kentucky, but grew up a Marine Corps brat. The love of reading instilled in her in Kindergarten at Parris Island, South Carolina made books her friends during the many transfers her father’s military career entailed. The transition from reader to writer came easily and she was a closet novelist for many years until 2007 when her first book was published.

After twenty-one years as an Art Teacher and ten years as a part time College Instructor, she’s now retired and living her dream as a full time Writer.

Her body of work includes both full-length novels and shorter pieces in many different genres, Military Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Children’s Books.

Shielding Ember – Delta Team 2 Book 7 by Susan Stoker

Shielding Ember
Delta Team 2 Book 7
NY Times, Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author
Susan Stoker



For as long as she can remember, Ember Maxwell’s life hasn’t been her own. A world-renowned influencer, she’s a brand unto herself, created by her parents—who also want Olympic glory for their only daughter. Years of grueling training have led to Seoul, Korea, and a spot on the modern pentathlon team. It’s a turning point for Ember in more ways than one. Chafing against her parents’ tight reins, she opts to stay in the Olympic Village, a decision that leads to a gravely harrowing event…and a man unlike any she’s ever met.

Craig “Doc” Wagner has actively avoided the spotlight since childhood, a trend that’s continued with his career as a Delta Force soldier. Falling for someone whose entire life is splashed on social media is possibly the worst idea ever, though his attraction to Ember won’t be denied. It’s not long before he discovers they have plenty in common where it really matters…but he lives in Texas, and her life is in California. So Doc will take every stolen moment they can get.

When Ember makes a few life-changing decisions, Doc is thrilled. The same can’t be said for some of her biggest fans, including one who sees Ember’s new direction as the ultimate betrayal…that should cost her the ultimate price.


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The team is excited to be here at the Olympic games. It’s a choice assignment and while they will be providing additional security, they will also have the chance to see some events. One they really have to get to is baseball. Oz’s wife is soon to give birth so he’s not with them, his nephew Logan is a huge fan of Shin Soo Choo and they promised an autograph. Unfortunately for them that team is staying in a hotel instead of the Olympic village.

Surprisingly one person they didn’t expect to stay in the village does show up. Ember Maxwell is a world renowned influencer and a modern pentathlon team member. Her parents are the driving force behind it all and she is trying to break away from it all. For all her notoriety she appears uncomfortable under the attention she is attracting just by walking into the cafeteria.

Doc notices and rescues her, seating her with his team but then he leaves. The guys introduced themselves and for the rest of the meal put her at ease by talking about themselves and including her in the conversation. She honestly answered about where she’s from and how she got into the modern pentathlon, something she usually avoided.

She was however confused by Doc’s leaving, and polite declines their invite to join them for dinner later.

This is a favorite scene after dinner as Doc takes a walk around the dorms checking all is secure.

She gave him a tiny smile, then asked, “So why’d you leave then?”

Doc considered lying to her. Telling her he wasn’t hungry, or that he’d had a phone call to make. But he couldn’t do it. Something about the sadness in her eyes spoke to him. Drew him in like a moth to a flame. He knew she could possibly pierce the armor he kept around him at all times, but he couldn’t resist her. “Because you make me uncomfortable.”

Her brows furrowed. “I do?”


“I’m sorry.”

Doc shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s really me, not you.”

She gave him another small smile. “That sounds like a line,” she informed him.

“It’s not. You make me…feel things I don’t want to. I’m uncomfortable with the attention you garner. I’m used to hiding in the shadows, and you’re like a bright, shiny light. And anyone who gets near you is engulfed in that light.”

His words seemed to make her even sadder, which hadn’t been his intention.

“Yeah, that’s true. And since we’re being honest, I’d give anything to turn that light off. Just once. To hide in those shadows with you.”

They shared a long intimate gaze. He realized that she was being sincere.

He never would’ve guessed after seeing her Instagram page that Ember Maxwell was uncomfortable being in the spotlight, but he should’ve known. Social media was all bullshit. People said things to try to fit in, to seem more popular and interesting than they actually were. They claimed to be one kind of person, but in real life were completely different. And Ember was living proof of that…just not in the way he’d expected.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Trying to see the stars.”

That wasn’t the answer he’d expected. “Pardon?”

“The stars. Every night before I go to sleep, I sit in my window and look up. The world is such a huge place, and seeing the stars twinkling reminds me that there’s so much more out there than my narrow little life. But I can’t see them from my room. There’s another dorm right outside my window and the lights from it make it impossible to see anything. So I came down here. But the view’s not much better.”

“I can see them from my room,” Doc blurted.

She stared at him again.

“Look…you don’t know me, but I swear on my honor as a US Army soldier that you’re safe with me. If you want to come to my room for a while, to look at the stars, I’d be okay with that.” Doc knew that sounded like the worst pick-up line ever, but he didn’t regret the offer.

“My room must be on the other side of the hall from yours,” he went on. “I face the stadium and the track. When a game or match is going on, you can’t see anything because of the lights, but tonight it’s quiet and there aren’t any clouds, so you should be able to see the stars.”


He wasn’t surprised she was skeptical of his offer. “Because regardless of my actions earlier, I usually don’t shy away from things that make me uncomfortable. Hell, my entire life has been uncomfortable. Letting you sit in my room for a while isn’t that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. And if it’ll help you be able to sleep, so you can be on top of your game when you compete, compete, all the better. I’ll even stay in here if you want, so you’ll feel more comfortable.”

Ember wrinkled her nose, and Doc couldn’t help but think it was adorable.

“I’m not kicking you out of your room. People might think I’m a diva, but I’m not.”

Doc took a deep breath and stepped toward her, holding out his hand in invitation. “Then let’s do this, so you can get some sleep. I’d never forgive myself if you lost out on a medal because you were exhausted from staying up too late.”

She gave him a shy smile. “Trust me, I’ve gone plenty of nights with not enough sleep. Especially before a competition. That won’t be the reason I don’t medal.”

Doc stayed where he was, with his arm outstretched, practically holding his breath as she came toward him.

He had a sudden feeling that the second she touched him, his life was going to change forever.

For good or bad? That was the question.

Their fingers touched, then she was gripping his hand tightly.

As Doc turned and headed for his room, Ember’s hand tucked in his, he knew he was right. Knew his life had taken a turn.

It was ridiculous. He didn’t know Ember, and she didn’t know him. Her life was everything he didn’t want—fame and fortune and the limelight. But he could’ve no sooner walked away from her in this moment than he could turn his back on his family.

He’d caught a glimpse of the real Ember Maxwell hidden below the glitz and glamour she showed the world. And he was intrigued. Wanted to know more about her. Wanted to know everything about her.

It made no sense…but then, being with her right now made more sense than just about anything he’d done in his life.

He kept hold of her hand and led her into his room, only reluctantly letting go to push the one chair in the room over to the window. He walked to the bathroom and flicked on the light, then turned off the lamp on his bedside table. It would be easier to see the stars in a completely dark room, but he figured she’d be more comfortable alone with him if the room wasn’t pitch black. Finally he headed back to the window, pulled up the blinds and took a step back, gesturing to the chair as he did. “Your throne, my lady.”

Ember rolled her eyes but walked toward the chair and sat. She looked up, and Doc heard her sigh in appreciation. “Oh, yeah. This is what I needed.” She leaned forward, as if that would get her closer to the stars she was admiring.

Doc took a step back. Neither said a word for several long moments. Ember was soaking in whatever it was the stars did for her, and Doc soaked in the view of the beautiful woman sitting in his room.
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Doc and Ember really connect as they get to know each other. There’s also a lot of things going on behind the scenes. We see this Alex person who is more than a little stalkerish and of course there’s gonna be some excitement before the games are over.

Once again a Susan Stoker book I couldn’t put down, with action, suspense, laughter, tears, romance and some sizzle.

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

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The Game Changer – The Billionaires of Silicon Valley Prequel 3 by Melissa McClone

The Game Changer
The Billionaires of Silicon Forest Prequel 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Melissa McClone



Romance is not part of her plan.
Maybe it’s time for a new plan…

Rachael Saunders, the Posh Planner, is ready to take her event planning business to the next level. Her handsome new client’s upcoming dinner party will help her do just that. Too bad the job isn’t exactly what it seems…

Billionaire Mason Reese never intended to throw a dinner party. But all his intentions went right out the window when he met the charming Rachael. Planning the party together gives him a perfect way to get to know her. He only hopes she’ll be able to forgive his deception if the truth comes out…

She isn’t looking for love. Neither is he. But meeting each other will be an absolute game changer for both of them.



Attending Adam and Cambria’s wedding and having to join the other bachelors for the garter toss isn’t Mason Reese’s idea of a good time. He’s just glad he didn’t catch it, Kieran did. Of course Mason and Henry are going to come up with a plan there. We already know what happens with Kieran. Mason based his and Henry’s helping Kieran on what Mason believes is working for him.

Henry introduces Mason to Rachel at Adam’s wedding and circumstances throw the two together during the event clean-up. Mason makes what he thinks is a coffee date with Rachel but there is a total misunderstanding there.

This is a favorite scene.

His interest in her was just that— curiosity. It had nothing to do with Rachael’s warm smile or how her clear green eyes reminded him of the park where he used to play as a kid or that her laugh had become his new favorite sound.

Yep, Mason was acting like one of his mom’s curious cats.

Except he only had one life, not nine.

Time to get out of here.


Recognizing Rachael’s voice behind him, his muscles tensed. So much for leaving. He’d spent too much time deciding what to do. He forced a grin before turning. “Hey.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Stray strands of hair from her ponytail framed her face perfectly. Her floral-print skirt fell above her knees, showing off her legs. The short-sleeved peach shirt complemented her complexion. Pink tinged her cheeks, suggesting she’d been hurrying.

Had she gotten prettier since Saturday night?

“I had to pick up something,” she added.

“I’m early.” The words rushed out.

Chill, Reese. Don’t act like Dash.

He opened the door, not wanting to make either of them suffer in the heat any longer. “After you.”

As she passed by, a citrus fragrance tickled his nose. Her shampoo? Soap? He hadn’t smelled that on Saturday night when they sat next to each other in the SUV.

Not that how she smelled mattered.

Mason forced his attention off her and onto the place. The shop wasn’t a massive franchise but a locally owned coffee house Rachael had suggested. He understood why. The cozy atmosphere with subdued lighting and soft instrumental jazz playing was an excellent setting for a first date. Mason joined her in line.

“What would you like?” they asked at the same time.

She laughed. “Let’s try that again. What do you want?”

Wait. Was she offering to buy his coffee? “This is my treat. I asked you to meet me.”

She studied the menu board. “Yes, but this is what I always do.”

Huh? He supposed some women might prefer paying, but he wasn’t used to that. Most expected him to pay, given his net worth. A few even hinted about the expensive gifts they wanted. But Rachael seemed genuine in her offer, so he would let her. “An iced coffee, please.”

“Anything to eat?”

“No, thanks. I had a late lunch with Kieran and Henry.”

“They both seem nice.”

“They are.” Henry had his moments, though.

Tonight, they would talk about getting Kieran together with Selah, who worked for Mason. If the two got married, there would be one less person in the bet.

Rachael stepped up to the counter and removed her wallet from the light-blue purse on her wrist. “One iced tea and an iced coffee for here.”

The barista, a woman with pink hair, rang up the order. “Someone will bring those to you in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” Rachael handed over a twenty-dollar bill, placed two dollars into the tip jar, and tucked the change and receipt in her wallet. She glanced at him. “Let’s find a place to sit.”

The coffee house was quiet. Only a few tables were taken.

Mason noticed a small round table for two that was more secluded than the others and gave them some privacy. “How about the one in the corner?”

“Perfect.” She headed there and sat. “I hope you’ve had a wonderful week so far.”

“Fairly typical.” That meant crazy busy, but Mason thrived on that. “Did your baby shower go well?”

Rachael’s face lit up. “It did. The mother-to-be was so sweet, and everyone had fun.”

“You love what you do.”

She nodded. “Each client is special to me. It may sound corny, but I’m grateful to be a part of whatever event they’re celebrating.”

Once again, her genuineness struck him. “That’s sweet.”

“It’s also selfish. None of my family lives in Oregon, so it’s almost like being a member of someone else’s family for a few hours.”

Her wistful expression hit him hard. She must miss her family.

Whereas Mason managed a weekly call to his parents. He stared at the table, hoping to find something to snag his attention, but nothing was there. He shifted in the chair. “I rarely see my family, and they live in the same state.”

“It’s hard to make time when you’re so busy.”

He didn’t know if she was talking about him or herself. Perhaps both. He would rather they discuss her. “Do you work most weekends?”

“It depends on my client’s needs. This last weekend I worked both days. But I only have one this Saturday.”

A Saturday night date was out of the question. If— and that was a big if— he wanted to invite her out. Despite his freakout on the sidewalk, he kind of did. “So, you aren’t fully booked?”

“No. That gives me flexibility for clients like Cambria and Adam, who don’t have a lot of lead time.”

“That’s smart.” Mason was glad she’d fit the wedding in, or he would have never met her. “Henry says your business is going well.”

With a satisfied smile on her face, Rachael sat taller. “It is. We’re growing, but…”

“It’s never enough.”


Laughter lit her eyes, and his heart bumped. She was so beautiful.

“I have big dreams. Goals,” she added.

He never expected to be so captivated, but he was. That should bother him more than it did.

“I know how that goes.” Mason was glad he hadn’t left earlier. “And after you hit those initial ones, you want to reach for the next.”

She leaned slightly over the table. “Is that what you’re doing?”

He nodded. “But developing a follow-up to a popular product is… challenging.”

“That’s part of the appeal, right?”

“Guilty.” He half laughed. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing against easy, and I love when things click into place, but much of the creative process happens when I’m trying to overcome obstacles and problems. That’s how I ended up developing TVT.”

“I love your app, and so does everyone I know. I’m glad you made it.”

His chest swelled. “Thank you. We’re working on an update now. It’ll be even better.”

The barista carried their drinks on a tray. She placed each on the table. “Enjoy.”

As he picked up his, the glass was cool against his palm. “Thanks for this.”

“My pleasure.” Rachael took a sip of hers. “I know you’re busy, and I don’t want to take too much of your time today. So, what kind of event are you having?”

He froze, holding his iced coffee halfway to his mouth. “Event?”

She nodded, which told him nothing. “I have brochures, and a few packages are listed on my website to give clients ideas, but most of my events are custom, which is why I love doing consultations like this. It helps me put together exactly what a client needs.”

Consultation. Client.

The word swirled inside his mind, mocking him.

She thought I invited her to talk about an event, not a date.

Mason almost laughed. He placed his drink on the table so he didn’t spill any.

No wonder she’d paid for his coffee.

Henry might be correct when he claimed Mason had no skills talking to women. He’d epically failed with Rachael.
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Mason develops a whole dinner at a winery to get to know Rachel, and it’s working at least in his mind. They share a kiss or two and they are falling perhaps her more than him it’s hard to tell.

You have to know it’s going to fall apart, somehow. The way it does is quite ironic.

I really loved this book, there’s romance, tears, laughter and love.

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Melissa McCloneUSA Today bestselling author, Melissa McClone has published over forty novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group.

With a degree in mechanical engineering from Stanford University, Melissa worked for a major airline where she traveled the globe and met her husband. But analyzing jet engine performance couldn’t compete with her love of writing happily ever afters.

Her first full-time writing endeavor was her first sale when she was pregnant with her first child! When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her driving her minivan to/from her children’s swim practices and other activities.

Melissa lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds, and cats who think they rule the house. They do!

Darkest Designs – Design Book 3 by Dale Mayer

Darkest Designs
Design Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Dale Mayer



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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene as Eric arrives.

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

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


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

Dillon stared at her and blinked.

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

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

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

Paxton has just given them to him.

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

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

And there was Eric.

His grin flashed, huge and full of relief.

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

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

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

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

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

She snorted. “Tell me about it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dale Mayer

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

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

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

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