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Her Chosen Protector – Night Storm Book 3 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Chosen Protector
Night Storm Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary



Can he overcome his pain and heartbreak
in time to save the woman he loves?

Life had always come easy to Navy SEAL, Asher Thorne, until a overwhelming loss made him doubt his ability to protect the ones he loved. Devastated, he has no choice but to push on and do his duty.

Eden York’s job as a translator took a dangerous turn when she was asked to work on a highly confidential project in Venezuela. She thought she knew the risks, but with the fate of a nation at stake, they didn’t matter—she had to help.

Eden’s international team of experts is targeted by terrorists, trapping her in an unimaginable situation. When Asher’s team is sent in to rescue them, he wants to believe that this time will be different, this time he can protect someone worth saving, even if he has to sacrifice his own life to do it.


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The beginning of this book broke my heart, Asher and his brother are still dealing with their older brother Xavier’s suicide. He was the one they both looked up to, they followed his example into special forces. They don’t understand, Lawson is very angry and Asher feels so much guilt. Neither saw it coming and they don’t understand there was nothing they could have done to stop it.

Now Asher and the Night Storm team is on a mission to extract international financial advisors, they were trying to find a way to help with Argentina’s economy but instead are being targeted. This mission goes FUBAR before it really gets off the ground when their transport hits a landmine. The first impact injures his teammate Leo, his shoulder dislocated. But a second landmine in the front of the plane causes more damage and Asher hits his head, hard. As the team evacuates the plane, two of the team go after the pilots. Their medic Raiden does what he can for them and their new teammate Ezio had already popped Leo’s shoulder back in place. They all have to move, and quickly as Max and Cullen run toward them. The plane was going to blow. The pilots never had a chance.

When they are relatively safe, they find that their ride isn’t coming, the Embassy the security team had been preparing had been attacked. Now they needed much more intel and a way to the city.

Meanwhile, translator Eden York is in one of the armored vehicles transporting the international group. There are three vehicles all being driven by the hired security. They are being attacked and they need somewhere safe and fast. Also in that vehicle is Suzann Azua president of the Banco de la Gente, it’s to that bank with it’s security that they need to reach safely.

With the bank as secure as Suzann can make it, and her injured, it falls to Eden to help the SEALs with information they need. The security company’s personnel are suspect as is one of the bankers.

This is a favorite scene.

“Suzanne slipped me some notes while the men were occupied. She said that Becker was doing some hinky things with his investments. It looked like he might be busy feathering his nest with money from Maduro.”

“Asshole,” Asher breathed.

“What are you talking about?” Cullen said over his shoulder. “That’s one twisted asshole. You’re telling me one of the guys who is supposed to be doing good in the world is actually helping to steal from starving people? There is a special place in hell for that type of motherfucker.”

“You got that right,” Eden said with feeling. Asher cracked a smile. She’s a bloodthirsty little thing. He liked it. “But,” she started, “so far, we only have a theory. Suzanne needs to wake up and fill us in more on what she saw and heard. It would be great if someone could follow that bastard’s money. That is not my forte.”

“But you work for the International Money Fund, aren’t you some kind of accounting genius?” Cullen asked.

“She’s a translator,” Asher answered. “She’s a genius in languages. According to her file, she speaks six different ones fluently.“Seven,” Eden said. “But who’s counting? Look, the other problem we have is Carlson. Suzanne didn’t explain why she didn’t trust him, just that she didn’t. I figure it had to do with his boss leaving us high and dry as he flew off to Aruba. What a pissant.” Her voice dripped with disgust.

“Yeah, the entire Special Operations Forces community has gone batshit crazy over the Nomad situation. They can’t believe that Bradshaw left you hanging like that. Everybody wants to know if the entire Nomad team in Venezuela has been compromised.”

“The Señora only mentioned Carlson, but if he’s under the microscope, I have to assume Patel could be rogue, too,” Eden agreed.

“Lyons, quit with the bullshit and get over here. We need to talk about the intel that Kane just shared,” Max called from across the room.

Cullen rubbed his hands in anticipation and double-timed it over to the small group. Asher turned his attention back to Eden. “You’re right to be wary of Patel. We have someone doing checks on both of them. Now that you gave us Becker’s name, he’ll follow the money.”

“I don’t see how. He’s a banker, for God’s sake. If anybody can hide money, it’s him.”

“You don’t know Kane. Trust me, we’ll know.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Asher laughed. “Have trust issues much?”

Leo snorted.

“No, I trust my family implicitly. Anyone else? It takes a little bit more than a minute.”

Asher winced.

“Is this going to be a problem with you helping us?” he finally asked.

“Nope. I see you as our best shot out of here. I’d have to be an idiot not to help in our rescue. With that said, don’t think I’m just going to follow orders blindly. You better give me a good reason if something seems stupid.”

Leo rolled his eyes.

“That’s not going to be a problem, Eden. We’re going to have damn good reasons for everything we ask you to do. First thing? Put your phone on vibrate. Second, do you have someplace you can conceal it on your person?”

“Yes, and yes.”

“Third, check your settings, make sure that when you get a text, it only vibrates once. This will be the way we will communicate back and forth. One vibration means you have ten minutes to get back to us. Two immediate vibrations in a row means drop everything and find a way to get us on the phone. Three immediate vibrations in a row means you have one minute to duck and cover.”

“And in one of our many tête-à-têtes, will you have appraised me of the duck and cover potential?” He heard laughter in her voice.

His lip twitched. “If all goes to plan, then yes.”

“So, there is a plan?”

“One is beginning to take shape.”

“That’s what my brothers used to say when they were flying by the seat of their pants,” Eden sighed. “But they always came out alive, so that’s something.”

“Count on it.”
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Chosen Protector, Night Storm Book Three: ARC Advance Reader Copy – Not For Sale Or Distribution (Kindle Locations 972-1005).

Eden and Asher don’t even meet until the rescue begins. Of course things stay FUBAR too.

The attraction between Asher and Eden is off the charts. However they are not in a position to do much about it.

This is a fast-paced, nail-biting read with sizzling heat and so much more!

5 Contented Purrs for Caitlyn!

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Caitlyn O’Leary

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Don’t Miss This!!! Danger and Desire – A Romantic Suspense Anthology: Available ONLY Until Sept 25!

Danger and Desire
A Romantic Suspense Anthology

USA Today Bestselling Authors

The Rookie by Kimberly Kincaid
Night Owl by Rachel Grant
Desire in DC by Cat Johnson
Levi: A Lighthouse Security Novella by Maryann Jordan
The Guardian by Cristin Harber
Scout by Janie Crouch
Lawson and Jill: A Night Storm Legacy Novel by Caitlyn O’Leary
Breaking Away: A Delta Force Novella by Elle James


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The Rookie
The Intelligence Unit
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kimberly Kincaid

Police recruit Xander Matthews has two goals: to keep his head down and his dark and dangerous past where it belongs–behind him. He never thought he’d see brash, beautiful ADA Tara Kingston again. But now they must catch a brutal killer before it’s too late.

When ADA Tara Kingston’s primary witness is attacked and threatened in her home, she doesn’t want to testify anymore. She’s scared and isn’t trusting anyone not even Tara.

It’s Xander who comes to the rescue with he calming personality and a background that would be able to win her back on track.

This is a favorite scene.

The half-shout was enough to snare Dr. Riley’s attention. “Okay, that’s enough. Either we get a whole lot more chill about this or interview time is over.”

Tara battled the panic starting to rise in her chest. Amour wouldn’t be safe unless they got this guy and Sansone— who had surely hired or bribed this guy to scare her— behind bars, permanently, and without Amour’s cooperation, they were screwed. She had to do something, God, anything, to get her to talk. “Amour—”

“It’s pretty scary, isn’t it?”

Xander’s voice slipped through the tension in the room, surprising the hell out of Tara.

Amour, too, if the look on her face was anything to go by. “What?”

“I said, it’s pretty scary, being threatened like you were tonight.” He stepped a little further out of the shadows, but still didn’t come close to Amour’s personal space, as if he wanted to give her literal room to breathe.

She eyed him with tough disdain. “What do you know about it? You’re a fucking cop.”

“I’m also a Northie, born and raised. And I know exactly what you’re feeling, because two years ago, I was in the same situation.”

Amour eyed him with a solid dose of mistrust, but enough curiosity flickered through her stare that no one intervened. “You’re a Northie?”

“Lived on The Hill for most of my life. Sullivan Street,” he added, and Amour’s brows lifted.

“In that apartment building by the park?”

“Where all the junkies hang out at night,” Xander confirmed. “And the pawn shop on the corner, by Old Lou’s market.”

Amour remained wary, but she kept talking. “I know it. Old Lou’s not bad.”

“He used to give me and my sister milk on the expiration day when we were tight on money. He’s a good guy. Mean as a snake if you mess with his candy displays, though.”

“So, what happened to you?” Amour asked, and Tara had to admit her curiosity was burning through her, too.

Xander said, “I got jammed up with someone I shouldn’t have— you know how it is. You’ve gotta make a living, and you can’t look sideways in North Point without your eyes landing on someone with crappy intentions.”

Amour huffed out a laugh, although it carried very little joy. “Yeah. I don’t exactly love wearing a leather bustier and getting groped for shitty tips, but…”

She shrugged off the rest, and Xander filled in the blanks all too smoothly. “You don’t exactly have great options. So, you keep your head down and try to make things work. But then a guy like Ricky Sansone comes along, doing all sorts of nasty stuff to people, and the next thing you know, you’re in over your head.”

Isabella and Garza seemed all too happy to let Xander go with the lead he’d so smoothly taken, and Tara watched, half-mesmerized, as Amour nodded.

“He was hurting people, putting guns on the street. North Point is bad enough, you know? Most of us have enough shit to worry about without having to dodge bullets, so when I saw the chance to put him away…”

She broke off. Xander’s expression never wavered, as if he had nothing in the world more important to do than sit there and wait until she was ready to keep going.

And she did. “But I was supposed to be safe. I didn’t sign on for this.” She waved a hand around the exam room. Xander took a careful step forward until he was right beside the gurney, never dropping eye contact with her.

“Believe me, I get it. I have the scars to prove it, too.” Rolling up his right uniform sleeve, he revealed a two-inch burn scar that made Tara’s heart race. “I was scared out of my head the whole time.”

“But you got out,” Amour said, with just enough curiosity for Xander to take the opening she’d given him.

“I did, but in order to make it work, I had to do something that scared me almost more than the person who did this to me. I had to be honest with these guys.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in Isabella and Garza’s direction. “Look, none of us can tell you what to do. What you say or don’t say in this interview is entirely up to you. But I can tell you this. Telling these detectives the truth saved my life, and I know that if you’re honest with them, they’ll do everything in their power to save yours.”

The silence that stretched through the exam room felt like it lasted for a month before Amour broke it with, “Would… would you help them keep me safe for real? If I wanted to talk, I mean.”

Tara’s chest tightened with hope, and it took every single shred of her self-control not to interject.

“These detectives are the real pros, Amour,” Xander said, looking at Garza and Isabella with a nod. “But if I can help them in any way, I will.”

“I’m here, too.” Tara squeezed Amour’s hand. “I promise.”

Letting out a slow breath, Amour said, “Okay. I’ll tell you everything.”
Kimberly Kincaid. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 597-637).

It’s also Xander who remembers an open apartment in his building that would be perfect to keep Amour safe.

Tara is more than a little impressed with Xander in more ways than one. As this story continues and the trial gets closer, so do Tara and Xander.

Plenty of suspense, intrigue and some sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Kimberly!

Night Owl
A Raptor Novella
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rachel Grant

Jenna O’Donnell wants only three things: to live in Tamarack, Alaska for the rest of her life; for Ted Godfrey to fall into a glacial crevasse; and Brad Fraser.
Brad Fraser wants only three things: to leave Tamarack, Alaska and never return; for his coworker, Ted Godfrey, to be fired; and to never, ever fall in love.
But Brad tempts fate when he takes Jenna out for a night of owl watching, and once he spends time alone with her, his carefully planned escape from both frigid north and fiery waitress is no longer simple…

For three years, Jenna has been lusting after Brad, he however has shown no interest whatsoever. Then some well meaning friends set it up so he needs a ride back to the compound. Of course the only one available to give him the ride is Jenna.

The first Brad discovers about Jenna is her love of Owls, her car dash is covered in them. Something causes him to offer to show her the great horned owl’s nest near the compound.

This is a favorite scene.

“I don’t collect them so much as they come to me. People see owls, and they think of me. It’s kind of sweet, and I love the artistry.” She slowed as they passed a moose snacking on leaves by the side of the road. “But to answer your question, since I was a kid. I love hiking in the woods and hearing them call, seeing them perched as they’re looking for prey. Owls make me happy.”

It was such a simple statement, yet it said a lot about her, about her love for Tamarack. That she could find joy here, even though the town was small and remote and it was a two-hour-plus drive to the nearest full-service grocery store.

“There’s a great horned owl nest with three nestlings on Raptor land. I could take you to it.”

Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Really? Won’t you get in trouble for that?”

“Nah. It’s not in the fenced area and far outside of where we run training ops— we can’t do anything in the area because it’s protected. It used to be an eagle’s nest, but this winter, it was taken over by a mated pair of owls.”

“Great horned owls do that— make use of other raptors’ nests.”

“Do you want to see it?”

“I’d love to.”

“Stay on the highway, then— pass the main gate and keep going. The road into the woods is about a mile past the turn to the gate.”

“You mean, right now?”

He shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Plenty of light and…” He let out a small laugh, his gaze on the birds on the dashboard. “I’m something of a night owl anyway. Plus, I’ve got tomorrow off. How about you? You working the lunch shift?”

“No. Evening.” She took her gaze off the road and met his briefly. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it.” He absolutely wanted to see her face when she spotted the nestlings. Owls made her happy. He wanted to be part of that.

It took another fifteen minutes to get to the point where they had to leave her car and hike in. Fortunately, the road was well maintained, and her car could handle it even with the low clearance.

It was after midnight by the time they were getting out of the car. “I’ve got supplies in the back.” She walked around the hatchback and raised it, revealing a small daypack, extra clothes, hiking boots, water bottles, first aid kit, and blankets. She sat on the bumper and changed out of her soft sneakers for the rugged day hikers. She then donned a fleece sweatshirt and pulled her jacket on again.

“The wind is really whipping up. You going to be warm enough?” she asked him as she plucked a pair of small binoculars from the pack and slipped them into her jacket pocket, then stuffed a blanket and water bottle inside the main compartment.

“I’ll be fine. My coat is lined with wool, and the nest isn’t far.” He slung her pack on his back, and they entered the woods.

Even with the thin canopy, there was no need for flashlights to see their path on the uneven ground. Like the road, the trail was maintained and wide enough for them to walk side by side. He resisted the urge to take her hand in his, even though it tugged at him like it was the most natural thing in the world to be hiking after midnight with Jenna O’Donnell, the most beautiful woman within a thousand miles. Scratch that. Anywhere. Ever.

The path narrowed, and instead of dropping behind, he moved closer to her side, getting a whiff of her shampoo even as his senses should be overwhelmed with the scent of damp earth and leaves. The mossy ground was soft beneath their feet, and they barely made a sound as they walked.

The wind brought a repeated hooting call, and Jenna stopped with a gasp, her hand grabbing his. And just that easy, they were holding hands as she looked up at him with sheer pleasure on her face. “That’s him. That’s the male territorial hoot.”

The sound was followed by another, higher-pitched trill.

“And that’s her.”

The male hooted again, and she pulled on his hand, her excitement making her take the lead. He held on, picking up his pace as they hurried down the path. She came to an abrupt stop as they reached the clearing, and momentum had his body bumping into hers. He released her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from pitching forward.

She settled against him and, like holding hands, having her in his arms like this felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Where is it?” she asked as she pulled the binoculars from her pocket and held them to her eyes.

He released her waist with one hand and placed it over hers on the binocs, gently redirecting her line of sight to the big nest high in a tree on the far side of the meadow.

She gasped. “Oh my God! I see the owlets. They’re so perfect. Probably six to eight weeks old already.”

Brad released her hand and settled his arm around her again.

“Mom’s in the nest with the owlets. Dad must be out hunting.” She lowered the binocs and tilted her head back to gaze up at him. “Do you want to look?”

No. What he wanted was to kiss her as he held her just like this. To bury his face in her neck. He wore jeans and a stiff tin-cloth coat, but even so, with her rear pressed to his front as it was, she was bound to notice his growing erection. He saw the moment she registered his arousal. She let out a soft gasp, and her eyes went hot. She pressed back, rubbing against him even as his arms tightened, holding her in this exquisite position.
Rachel Grant. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 1973-2016).

What is meant to be one night, has Brad wanting more time with Jenna. To this end he starts leaving owl related things near her station at the bar.

Although Brad is planning on leaving, he can’t do that until he figures out a way to get rid of Godfrey. He’s up to something and with Jenna’s friend Isabel putting pressure on Raptor’s administration to close it’s doors, the man is getting more unstable.

Plenty of suspense as this story unfolds, and the relationship between Brad and Jenna becomes even more explosive.

5 Contented Purrs for Rachel!

Desire In DC
A Hot SEALs Series Origin Story
USA Today Bestselling Author
Cat Johnson

They couldn’t be more different, but sometimes opposites attract so strongly, there’s nothing that can keep two people apart. Not even a deadly terrorist hijacking . . .

I was a teenager in the 70’s so I remember the things in this story that may make younger folks scratch their heads in confusion. There were no cell phones or computers or internet. If you read Cat’s Hot SEALs you’ll know Zane Alexander’s wife Melissa. This is her parents story.

Marty meets Peter at a bar and as they talk he mentions the senator he works for. That was then end for her, angry and appalled he could work for someone with no moral code.

She was more than surprise to see him at the Greenpeace rally. Peter had tried to tell her his politics and his bosses weren’t the same, but she wasn’t going to listen at the bar. Now she does and she’s more than a little impressed that his roommate is one of the main speakers.

This is a favorite scene as the peaceful rally erupts into violence and chaos, with Peter taking charge to get them away safely.

A Vanderbilt. Jesus.

Looking at her more closely, there was no doubt in his mind the name wasn’t a coincidence. That she was indeed from the Vanderbilt family. As in the robber baron, old money, mansions in every state Gilded Age Vanderbilts.

Her dress probably cost as much as his rent. Her shoes . . . he glanced down and yup, they looked pretty pricey too.

He must be losing his mind pursuing a woman so out of his league.

More than her wealth, he was definitely certifiable for thinking this staunchly left-wing Democrat would ever accept his conservative leanings, even if he did try to consider and understand all sides and opinions when it came to politics.

It wasn’t in his nature to blindly follow any leader or party. He wished she would see that about him. That he carefully weighed the issues, making up his mind on a case-by-case basis.

A squeal of a microphone broke Peter out of his fanciful imaginings about the lovely though contrary Marty Vanderbilt.

He turned toward the speakers just as the crack of glass breaking had his head whipping back around. The burst of flames he saw on the square’s flagstone plaza explained the sound.

“What was that?” Marty asked, barely audible over the shrieks of the scattering crowd.

He spun back to answer her. “Molotov cocktail.”

She shook her head, mouth agape. “Here? Why?”

“I don’t know.” It made no sense to him except for that they lived in volatile times.

He heard sirens in the distance. The police were already on the way. That didn’t prevent a second projectile from crashing into flames next to the fountain.

Shocked screams turned into panic as the attendees clamored to get out of the main entrance of the park.

Slower movers got shoved out of the way by those desperate to flee the danger zone. The few who fell were trampled.

The reaction of the crowd was becoming more of a danger than the homemade incendiary devices.

“We have to get out of here.” He grabbed her arm, feeling the need to protect her.

Marty pulled against him. “Where’s Clark? My photographer.”

Peter looked around and finally spotted the young man, working his way against the crowd toward them. “There he is.”

And he was obviously hurt, judging by the blood. He staggered while clutching his camera to his chest.

Peter moved to meet him where he was and looped a hand beneath his arm. “You need that cut taken care of.”

“I fell,” he said simply, sounding as dazed as he looked.

Clark reached up and touched the blood running down the side of his face. He looked down at the red wetting his fingers as if noticing for the first time he was injured.

He was definitely stunned. Disoriented. Peter couldn’t blame him. Chaos still reigned around them. He needed to get them all out of there.

Pulling his handkerchief out of his pocket, he pressed it to Clark’s head then placed the man’s own hand over it. “Hold that there.”

Clark nodded, still looking confused but he did as told. That was good enough.

Peter glanced at Marty. He saw the crazed look in her eyes as her gaze darted around them, taking in all the insanity.

Fist fights had broken out among the crowd. He wouldn’t put it past her to jump right into the fray, whether for the story or for the principal of the cause. It wouldn’t matter. She’d be in danger either way.

“Come on. This way.” Peter didn’t wait for an answer to what had never been a question.

It was no doubt time to go. Before the police started rounding everyone up and they all ended up sitting in a cell for the night. Or worse, beaten or gassed.

During these times, the authorities tended to act first and ask questions later.

With one hand grabbing each of their arms, he half steered, half tugged Marty and Clark out of the smaller back exit of the park.

Head down, he navigated them through the people running both ways. Some towards the action. Others away from it.

One man, who had to be high on some illegal substance from the looks of him, came at them, fist drawn back as if he was about to deliver a punch backed by the full force of his weight.

Peter didn’t know how this peaceful rally had turned to this, but he did know how to defend himself. He stepped forward toward the man, raised his elbow and brought it down full force on the man’s nose.

He heard the horrifying sound of cracking bone— the other guy’s, not his own. The man screamed in pain, clutching his nose as the blood flowed.

His stomach turned. But now was not the time to be squeamish.

He looked behind him and located Marty. She was holding Clark’s arm, steadying the man who looked like he was having trouble staying on his feet. How hard a hit had he taken to the head anyway?

“My apartment isn’t too far. Follow me.” Reaching out, he grabbed her hand.

“What about your roommate?” she asked, glancing backward as he dragged her toward the sidewalk, Clark stumbling behind her.

“Elijah? I saw him get out through the front gate. I’m hoping to find him at the apartment when we get there.”
Cat Johnson. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 3239-3282).

This is the beginning of their relationship, that quickly heats up. However it’s while she’s on vacation that Peter realizes just how much he cares about her.

The becomes even more apparent when her flight home is hijacked.

Marty finds herself just hoping to make it home alive, to tell Peter she how she feels about him. I love that Peter finds a way to monitor the situation up close and personal. Also using his contacts to see her before her parents can take her away.

A wonderful throw back story with everything on point.

5 Contented Purrs for Cat!

Lighthouse Security Investigations
USA Today Bestselling Author
Maryann Jordan

Heading from Wyoming to Maine to take on his new position with Lighthouse Security Investigations, Levi was ready to get off the highway and take the backroads. Offering to help a stranded woman seemed like a good idea until he discovered the secrets she was hiding. With the help of the LSI Keepers, can Levi untangle Claire’s problems in time to save her life?

Levi is traveling slowly from Wyoming to Maine. He’s taking in some sights along the way as well. He happens to come across a vehicle off the road and a woman standing nearby.

After a delightful drive and dinner, Levi is considering driving Clare to her destination. He has to pass by Boston anyway. Before he totally commits himself he has LHS run a check on her. The results are disturbing and he decides he’s not taking her any further. That changes when he approaches her hotel room.

This is a favorite scene.

A sigh of air rushed from her lungs and the weight on her shoulders seemed to intensify. “I thought I had another day to take one last look at things before Mr. Martins came back. But he showed up at work, made a beeline into my tiny office, and, with a big smile on his face, thanked me for assisting but told me that I was no longer responsible for any of Perry’s accounts. The way he was acting… the way he was staring at me… I knew my suspicions were right. So, I did the only thing I could do at the moment and that was slap a big smile on my face and simply agree.”

Munching on another cracker, she washed it down with water. So far, Levi was listening with little interruption, but she had no idea what he thought of her story. Afraid that his patience might wane and he would decide to drive her straight to a police station, she continued.

“By the end of the day, I was a nervous wreck. I knew something wasn’t right. I knew Mr. Martins, as well as Perry, was involved. I knew it was obvious to Mr. Martins that I’d gone through the accounts. I planned on staying late yesterday, but he showed up at my desk and said that I should take the afternoon off since I’d been pulling double duty with Perry out. I felt like it was a ruse to get me out of the office, but what excuse did I have?”

“What happened next?”

“A stroke of luck.” She watched as Levi’s unflappable demeanor fell away and his head jerked to the side to stare at her. Quickly explaining, she said, “On my way home, I stopped by my bank to get some cash. Imagine my surprise when I looked at my balance and discovered an extra five hundred thousand dollars sitting in my account.”


Another snort erupted as she agreed. “My thoughts exactly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Mr. Martins knew I must’ve looked at everything and he was afraid I’d go to the authorities. Because I have direct deposit with my paycheck, it was not difficult for him to be able to put the money in there.”

“So, you ran.”

“Yes. I ran.”

“What was your plan?”

She lifted her shoulders in a little shrug and shook her head. “All I wanted to do was get away. I had no idea what Mr. Martins’ plans were for me. Call the police and claim that I had embezzled? Maybe keep me under his thumb with the threat hanging over my head? For all I knew that’s what had happened to Perry. So, I got home, packed everything I could into my car, and hit the road yesterday morning. I thought if I could disappear for a little while until I had a chance to figure things out, I’d be safe.”

Levi was quiet for another moment, and Claire decided she was too exhausted to keep talking. She let the silence move around them, finding her eyelids growing heavy.

“If everything you’re telling me is true, why was that man in your room this morning, threatening you?”

Rolling her head to the side, she once more stared at Levi. If men were described in romance novels as tall, dark, and handsome, she’d never truly understood that description until she laid eyes on him. A woman alone with a disabled vehicle should have been very afraid, but fear was not what she felt. If the truth was known, a bolt of lust hit her as he approached. But, with his hands held out in plain sight, his past as an FBI agent, and his offer to help, she tamped down her lust and focused on the warm ease that moved through her at being rescued. With everything that had happened, she hadn’t even thanked Levi for saving her.

Sighing her millionth sigh that morning, she replied, “I have a copy of all Perry’s dealings. I know that I should never have taken client account information out of the office, but as soon as I discovered discrepancies, I wanted backup. Mr. Martins must have discovered that I have the records. That’s why he didn’t call the authorities and try to blame the embezzlement on me. Instead, he sent someone after me.”

Turning to face him more fully, she added, “I’m ashamed that I didn’t even thank you for what you did this morning. But it’s now hitting me… you placed yourself in danger. I think the best thing you can do is to pull off at the next exit and let me out. Right now, Levi, you’re in danger because of me.”

“Did you get all of that?” he asked.

Looking at him sharply, she had no idea what he was asking her. Before she had a chance to say anything, a male voice coming from his phone replied.

“Got it. Checking out her story now.”

She gasped, opening her mouth then snapping it closed as her gaze dropped to his phone as though she would be able to see who now knew her secrets. Levi obviously had called someone and had them on the line the entire time she was speaking. Her stomach clenched as she wondered who now knew that money was in her account and what they were going to do with that information. Her hands began to shake, a combination of anger and nerves, and her heart pounded a drumbeat so loud it was all she could hear.

“Claire. Claire!”

Hearing her name, her body jolted. “What?”

“You went pale, and I wasn’t sure you were breathing. Don’t pass out on me now.”

With everything that had happened, it was ridiculous to be angry at him, and yet anger was the only emotion she could identify. “You didn’t tell me someone was listening.”


“Why not? I was talking to you, not just anyone. I’m trying to stay safe while figuring all this out, and I don’t even know who was listening to this information—”

I’m the one trying to keep you safe. I’m the one that disarmed that man this morning. I’m the one who needs all the information to figure out what to do. And that started by me finding out what you’re involved in. And if I can trust you.”

She wanted to argue with his words but couldn’t. Everything he said was true. Pinching her lips together, she turned and looked out her window. She had not been paying attention to the highway signs and had no idea how far they had driven. Doubt slowly wormed its way into her mind as she realized she had no idea who Levi truly was. Maybe he just wanted—

“Don’t go there. I can tell that right now you’re doubting everything you’ve told me. But, Claire, if what you told me is the truth, I can help by looking into this mess.”

“It’s true. It’s all true.”

She had no idea what kind of looking into he meant, but, considering it was more than what she had, she was willing to go on a little faith.
Maryann Jordan. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 4715-4765).

I love the way Levi and Clare’s relationship becomes entangled in what LHS is now considering a mission. Their leisurely journey now fraught with watching their backs, but they also become closer too.

The closer to Maine they get the hotter this relationship and situation gets.

I love this series so much and I can’t wait to see who’s next to find love.

5 Contented Purrs for Maryann!

The Guardian
The Aces Series Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Cristin Harper

After a rollercoaster of headline-grabbing family tragedies, Roxana Carter couldn’t have said yes any faster when her perfectly predictable boyfriend proposed marriage. But the arrival of a mysterious gun-wielding couple reveals that Roxana’s steadfast man isn’t who he seems.

Jason wanted nothing more than to marry Roxana and quit his job. Of course he has to ask her first. He does that in style while she teases about their sex life.

This is a favorite scene.

Jason lifted her legs off his, set her feet on the flagstone, and cupped her cheeks before she could pout. The fullness of his lips brushed against hers, not quite a kiss; a taste and a tease of everything she wanted.

“Roxana.” His eyes stayed open, locked on hers as if he couldn’t look away. “You are the perfect woman for me.”

“I know.” She leaned for his kiss and added, “Thought you already knew that, too.”

“I do, babe.” His laughter rolled. “Listen for a second.” His hands slipped off her cheeks and trailed down her neck. Jason took her mouth with a savoring slowness that made her head spin in a honeyed haze.

She explained that it was hard to listen when he didn’t speak, but the velvet slide of his tongue against hers erased the thought. Electricity sparked down her spine as chill bumps rolled over her skin.

“I love you.”

“I know that, too.”

He eased from his chair and kneeled, a rakish grin dangling off his chiseled face. “I met you, and everything changed.”

“Bet the amount of times you ordered delivery dropped,” she teased.

“Yeah, that was a change.” His hands took hers. In their world, Jason’s actions always usurped conversations. Tonight though, his words kept pace. “Amongst other things.”

“Is that fancy accountant talk for crazy-awesome, grade-A sex?” Forget that they’d been interrupted before dinner, his teasing tone and a night of mojitos were a wicked combination. “Speaking of which, we should go to bed.”

Jason licked his lips as if her brilliant idea had been a joke. “In a minute.”

She pulled her hand free and pressed the back of it to his forehead. “Are you dying or something?”

His eyes danced. “Give me your hand, Roxana.”

“Are you going to bring me upstairs and—” She was suddenly, acutely aware that Jason wasn’t just perched in front of her, but on one knee. “Shut up.

His lips twitched. “Marry me, Roxana.”

Roxana slapped a hand over the wild, joyful scream that pealed from lungs, and covered his for good measure. Jason belly laughed into her hand. She didn’t know what else to do except launch into his arms.

Like a stud, Jason caught her superhero style and flipped over to rest in the crook of his arm. “Babe?”

“I graded our sex life while you were trying to propose.”

“Guess that’s how it goes when it’s grade-A?” He winked. “Anything else to say?”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as if they had a mind of their own. “As if you don’t know my answer.”

“Still gotta say it.” His mouth dropped to her ear. “I love you, Roxana. Marry me.”

“Yes.” She melted. “Of course, I will. You’re the kindest, strongest man I’ve ever met.” Roxana kissed his cheek. “Now, will you bring me upstairs?”
Cristin Harber. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 5484-5507).

Now that she’s said yes, it’s on to the next part. Quitting his job. He thought it would be easy but it turns out there’s something going on with his boss.

He thought he could get away with never telling Roxana what he really does for a living. That rapidly changes as he scrambles for his life and hers.

Full of suspense, intrigue, and sizzle. You won’t be able to put this one down.

5 Contented Purrs for Cristin!

USA Today Bestselling Author
Janie Crouch

Linear Tactical’s Wyatt Highfield is running for his life with intel that will break up a human trafficking ring. The last thing he wants is to bring danger to Nadine Macfarlane’s door. The gentle beauty has been through enough, and has the scars—physical and emotional—to prove it. But she’s his only option.

Wyatt is on the run, he has to get the drive he’d gotten from his informant to Linear’s computer guy. First he has to lose they guys chasing him.

While he really didn’t want to use her, he knew Nadine would be at this market. They were looking for a single guy not a couple. This could work.

Wyatt spends the afternoon and evening with Nadine. He’s falling for her but everything has to wait until there’s no more threat. The real fun begins when Nadine takes him to a hotel. One he’s really not staying in.

This is a favorite scene.

There was definitely something wrong with him. She’d never seen him fight but he was a trained Special Forces soldier— there was no way this was how he normally fought.

And the other guy was taking advantage of it. He punched Wyatt square in the gut, making him double over.

And when he did, when his line of vision was closer to the floor, Wyatt caught sight of Nadine creeping up the stairs.

“No,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Run.”

No way that was happening.

The attacker spun around, but she had her pepper spray raised. He threw his hands up to protect himself, but it was too late. She damn near emptied the whole can in his face.

When the guy staggered back, she took a swing at him— straight into the nose with her palm like she’d been taught in the self-defense classes Chloe had talked her into taking. She shuddered at the feel of his nose breaking under her hand and blood pouring out everywhere.

That part hadn’t been covered in class.

He howled as he fell to the ground while Wyatt remained slumped against the stairs. She needed to get them out of there before broken-nose guy’s buddies showed up from the lobby.

“Come on.” She took him under the arms and hauled him up until he was on his feet. Finally, something good came out of her size and strength. A petite little thing couldn’t have managed that.

“You’ve got to get away.” He coughed a few times from the pepper spray, groaning when he did. He sounded disoriented. Nothing like the man who’d left her car less than ten minutes ago.

“Not without you.” She had no idea what was happening, why there were people after him. All she knew was that he was in trouble and there was no abandoning him now. “Come on. Lean on me. We’ll get you down the stairs.”

But his feet didn’t seem to want to obey. She practically dragged him down the stairs, one lurching step at a time with her shoulder tucked into his armpit. “Gotta… get away… safe…” His words became less recognizable with each step.

“I’m going to get us both away if you would just walk, damn it. Help me, please.” He seemed to try to move his feet, to bear his weight. It was better than nothing, anyway.

They reached the big, metal door at the bottom of the stairwell which led outside. She pushed her way through and pulled Wyatt along with her. They were behind the hotel now, next to a row of dumpsters.

“I’ve got to get you to a doctor. A hospital. You’re hurt. Poisoned or something.”

“No. No.” He pulled her to a stop. “No doctor. No hospital.”

“Wyatt, you need help.”

He shook his head. “Drugged,” he slurred. “Wear off.”

“Drugged? By who?” She started them toward her car again. The people from the lobby were going to be looking for them soon

“I need…” His head started to droop. His legs began to buckle, dragging her down.

“No way. Wyatt, come on.” She propped him against the wall and slapped his cheek, wincing, knowing he’d taken punches to his face.

His eyes opened. “What? What?” He sounded angry— not that she minded. As long as he was awake.

“Stay with me.” She started walking them again. She wouldn’t have very long before he got pulled under. “Finish what you were trying to tell me. You said you have to get away from here, and you need something. What do you need?”

“Hide. Hide. Sleep.” It sounded like every word was a struggle.

“Hide from who?” He shook his head slightly and they stumbled a few more steps. She kept them away from the windows in the lobby. “Didn’t. Want. Tell you.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about. “Let’s just get you to the car.”

“Can’t. I…” His legs threatened to buckle again. “Leave me.”

“Wyatt, come on. We need to hurry. There are men in the lobby who are going to come after you.”

“Not. Safe.” He stopped moving again. “You. Go.”

Damn it. She needed another tactic. “Those guys in the lobby are going to get me if you don’t get to my car, Wyatt. The only way for me to get out of here is for you to get to my car.”

Her risk paid off. She could almost see the super-human effort he made to focus. To command his body to do what he was telling it to do.

Because he wanted to protect her.

“Let’s go.” It was the clearest words she’d heard from him yet.

He still needed help, but at least he was making an effort. They moved slowly across the parking lot toward her car. She practically shoved him inside the back seat, bending his legs and picking up his feet to tuck them in with him.

She ran around to the driver’s side and started the car. “Where, Wyatt? Should I take you somewhere? Drive you to Wyoming?”

He shook his head. “Your house.”

Then his head dropped to the seat.
Janie Crouch. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 7166-7207).

In spite of the fact he doesn’t want Nadine involved, he gets no choice when they torch her house.

A hold your breath tale with plenty of action, suspense and sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Janie!

Lawson and Jill
Night Storm Legacy Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary

When Marine Raider, Lawson Thorne is goaded into grief counseling by his Navy SEAL brother, he never expected to meet the woman of his dreams. When he and Jill decide to ditch the group and form a group of their own, sparks fly. But what happens when Lawson realizes Jill has been targeted by a madman?

Under pressure from his brother Asher, and also realizing he wasn’t up to par, Lawson decides to go to a local grief group. Before it gets there, he has a bit of a run in with a child escaping art class. While this was definitely amusing it’s actually when he sees Jill for the first time, well the back of her anyway.

Inside the group he sits next to her to listen to people talk, while Jill gives him a narrative. In thanks he asks her to coffee and she agrees.

This is a favorite scene.

The teenage hostess sat them in a booth near the back and had coffee in front of them before they could ask.

“I love it when I immediately get coffee,” Jill said as she poured in a little cream.

“Do you want anything more than coffee and dessert?” Law asked. “They’re still serving dinner.” He nodded to some of the other diners.

“No, I’m good. I had something before the session. Yoga was next on my plans, and if I’d gone like usual, I’d have eaten a protein bar in my car.”

Law grimaced.

“What, you have something against protein bars?” her eyes twinkled.

“I like real food when I can get it. There are plenty of times I’m stuck eating bars and stuff, but whenever I’m in a spot that I can get real food, that’s my go-to, unless I’m in a real pinch.”

“Do you cook?” She took a delicate sip of coffee. She had great lips. He also liked the fact that she asked if he cooked. A lot of women just assumed because he was a Marine he couldn’t or wouldn’t.

“Yep. My mother wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s great in the kitchen. She taught all of her boys how to cook.”

“How many of you are there?” “There were three of us. Asher, Xavier, and me. I’m the baby of the family.”

“Were?” she asked gently.

“We lost Xavier a year ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said sincerely. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Law set down his mug of coffee. He considered how to explain. But she must have seen something in his eyes.

Jill gave a wry grin. “That was stupid. If you’d wanted to talk, you would have about an hour ago.”

“Shit, I don’t know what I was doing there. It was kind of a last-ditch effort. I’m blaming it squarely on Ash’s head, and that asshole is going to hear about it, mark my words.” Law gave a feral grin at the thought of what he’d say to his brother.

Jill put her elbow on the table and propped her chin on her fist. “So, you’re going to tell your brother about going to the Grief Session? I’m impressed. I thought that would go against the macho code or something.”

“Marine code,” he smiled. “Not macho code, Marine code.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“Bite your tongue. Marines are in a class of their own.”

Before Jill could flip him more guff, the middle-aged waitress appeared.

“What can I get you two?” she asked gruffly. Law felt for her, it looked like she’d put in a long day. Before he could say anything, Jill gave her a big grin.

“How are you doing? I love your nails.” Just that little question and compliment put a smile on the woman’s face. Jill had nice instincts when dealing with people. He liked it.

“Thanks. It’s a new color my daughter talked me into. What can I get for you two kids?”

“Do you feel like surprising me, or would you prefer I choose?” Jill asked.

“Do you like creamy or tart?” The waitress was clearly getting into the game. “Creamy.”

“I’ve got you covered.” She turned to Law. “How about you? Want me to set you up, or do you have your heart set on something?”

“I’m with Jill; I trust your judgment. I’m in the mood for pie.”

“Well, you came to the right place. Are you out of Camp Pendleton?”

Law nodded.

“You had the look. It was either that or we get some of the guys from San Diego. I’ll bring it out to you and top off your coffee.” She left with a spring in her step that wasn’t there before.

“So, do you live at Camp Pendleton?”

“I’m too old for that. I have a house off base. What about you, where do you call home?”

He watched as Jill’s face clouded. “I inherited a house in Laguna Niguel from my cousin less than a year ago.”

“Now it’s my turn to ask, do you want to talk about it?”

“To tell you the truth, I’m kind of talked out,” she said as she took another sip of her coffee. Headlights flashed from outside through the diner window and glinted on her hair. The shiny black strands looked rich and silky and he wondered how they would feel running through his fingers. It took a moment for him to catch onto what she was saying.

“I’ve gone to the group sessions on and off for five months. I talked a little, but mostly just listened. I took a job transfer out here so I could move in with Lorraine and be with her while she needed me. After she passed, I realized that besides the people at work, I didn’t know anyone but Lorraine, so I thought the grief counseling sessions might help me as well as let me meet some folks who would be on the same page.”

“How’d that work out?”

“After the first three months, I’d pretty much come to the conclusion it’s not my thing. What about you? I saw you on the stairs with that boy Kevin from the art class. He’s always making a run for it.”

Law chuckled. “His name is Kenny. He’s a hoot. I swear, he almost had me convinced to go to his mother for comfort. He was telling me how unloading on her always made him feel better, and he offered her services to me.”

Jill let out a shout of laughter, then immediately covered her mouth and looked around to see if anyone else had heard.

“Oh. My. God. That’s priceless. I want him to come to the next Grief Session. He’d be perfect. But I’m not sure that I’m going again.” Jill sighed.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Danger and Desire (Kindle Locations 8321-8366).

Law’s relationship with Jill is a slow build with plenty of laughter. There is however some strange goings on at Jill’s.

A strange man inquiring about the number of people for a gathering on Labor day, a gathering that’s not actually planned. Then there’s a call from Leslie, the grief counselor, where she’s given Jill’s name and number to a former group member’s husband. To top that off, Jill’s house alarm went off while she was away on business.

Law wasn’t happy to find out about those things but he sets some things in motion to find out more.

Plenty of suspense along with laughter, tears and sizzle!

I definitely want more of this Night Storm crew!

5 Contented Purrs for Caitlyn!

Breaking Away
A Delta Force Novella
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Elle James

Delta Force Operative navigates dangerous territory when he’s assigned to protect a hotshot war correspondent with a price on her head, who also happens to be the girl who got away.

This book starts out with everyone literally on the run. Kylie is a war journalist and with her cameraman Josh are with a Ranger team. The assignment was to get an informant out of harms way, but everything just went FUBAR. As the Taliban moves in closer to their location they take off running. Garcia the Sergeant assigned to her is wounded and they need a place to hide. The building they choose holds a surprise, the missing informant is hiding there. With no choice, Kylie takes Garcia’s weapon to protect them all.

This is a favorite scene.

The man at the door swung his rifle in Kylie’s direction and fired a burst of bullets, hitting the wall above her head.

Apparently, he hadn’t had the same shoot-don’t-shoot training Kylie had. He was of the philosophy of shoot first, pick through the bodies later.

And he was headed her way.

Kylie trained her sights on him.

The man let loose another burst of bullets.

Kyle winced as debris from the wall rained down on her head.

If he got past her, he’d kill the others. Kylie aimed for his left chest and squeezed the trigger.

One round to the heart, and the man went down.

“Kylie?” Josh’s voice called out. “You all right?”

“I’m good,” she said. More footsteps pounded in the street outside the building heading their way. “But I don’t know for how long.” She sighted her weapon on the open door.

A shadow raced past it, and then a man in black dove through, rolled to his feet and came up shooting.

Most of Kylie’s shooting experience had been with stationary targets. She aimed and fired, but the man moved so fast, Kylie missed her first shot.

The man turned toward her, his AK-47 aimed at her position.

Kylie fired again, hitting him in the chest as he pulled his trigger.

His bullet hit just above her head, showering dust and pieces of wall down on her.

Another man raced through the door with a machinegun and started firing indiscriminately.

Kylie pulled back behind her wall and lay as low to the ground as possible until the man ceased firing.

Then she poked her head and the barrel of her rifle out and fired at the man.

At the last second, he moved, and the bullet hit his arm, but not badly enough to keep him from setting off another burst of gunfire, getting closer to Kylie’s location.

She ducked back and lay flat against the floor

She couldn’t come out long enough to fire again, the man kept shooting short bursts.

Shouts sounded outside, and the sound of men running worried Kylie. She would run out of bullets soon, if she got another chance to fire.

The gunfire ceased, and the clang of metal hitting the floor told her the Taliban shooter was changing magazines.

If she hoped to get this guy, she needed to do it while he was vulnerable, reloading his gun.

Kylie leaned around the corner and aimed her rifle.

The shooter slammed another magazine into the machinegun.

Before he could raise it to fire, Kylie launched a bullet into the man’s heart.

Three men ran through the door, all wearing wearing the same black outfits and the black turbans as the other two Kylie had nailed.

She’d been lucky the first three times. The men had come in separately. How was she going to shoot three in a row?

She aimed, fired and missed the first guy.

The three Taliban men all hit the ground, making it hard for her to aim at them.

Slowly, they moved forward, inching their way toward her.

Kylie’s pulse pounded in her ears. She couldn’t let the fact that there were three against one get inside her head and mess with her. She had to protect Josh, Sergeant Garcia and Faaid. They were depending on her.

One of the men fired at her, hitting so close to her head, she could almost feel the buzz of the bullet zipping past her ear.

She ducked back behind the wall for a moment, dragged in a deep breath and whipped back around the corner, her rifle aiming at the last position of the closest combatant.

He wasn’t there. The Taliban soldier stood over her, his AK-47 pointing down at her face.

Kylie gasped. She didn’t have time to jerk her weapon up to kill the man. As she stared up at the barrel of his gun, her life passed before her eyes. The last few years as a war correspondent, before that, falling in love with the one man she’d almost given up her dreams for. He was her only regret.

Several shots were fired.

Kylie waited for the pain but felt nothing except for a spray of blood across her face. The man standing over her dropped his weapon, and then collapsed, landing on top of Kylie.

His weight crushed the air from her lungs. Kylie fought to get out from beneath him, but he was too heavy. Who had shot him? Was there another enemy in the building? She had to get out from under the man and be prepared to protect her team.

Suddenly, the dead Taliban man flipped over and landed on his back beside Kylie.

She scrambled to bring her weapon up in her hands and aim at the man who’d saved her life, afraid he’d only saved her because he’d wanted the Taliban soldier to die. For all she knew, he’d want her and her team to die as well.

Rolling onto her back, she aimed up at a different man staring down at her. He held up his hands. “Whoa, little lady. You don’t want to shoot your rescuer. It really destroys the whole superhero image.” He winked and smiled. As he stared at her, his smile slipped. “Kylie?”

Those rugged good looks were a little more seasoned, but that voice could not be mistaken. Kylie’s heart stuttered. “Mac?”

“What the hell are you doing out here in enemy territory?” he demanded, his brow descending.

Even though he’d save her life, she bristled. “For the same reason you are.”

“You came out here to shoot Taliban insurgents?” Mac shook his head. “I thought you were a journalist.”

“I am,” she said, pushing to a sitting position. “Things just got away from us. I had it under control.” She looked away.
Elle James. Danger and Desire: A Romantic Suspense Anthology (pp. 724-727). Kindle Edition.

A very brief respite once Mac and his team get them to the extraction point. It doesn’t last very long though.

They need to get Kylie out of the country, she managed to kill one of the Taliban on the most wanted list. The Taliban isn’t going to be happy that he was killed, let alone by a woman. She definitely now has a price on her head. To her the job comes first and she can’t leave without finishing her assignment.

Mac and Kylie have known each other for a very long time, she broke his heart so they could both have the careers they wanted. Now as Mac and his team work on keeping her safe until they can find transport out of the country things heat up between them.

Non-stop action, some laughs and sizzling heat in this war time tale.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

Kimberly’s Bio and Links
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.

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Rachel Grant’s Bio and Links

USA Today bestselling author Rachel Grant worked for over a decade as a professional archaeologist and mines her experiences for story lines and settings, which are as diverse as excavating a cemetery underneath an historic art museum in San Francisco; surveying an economically depressed coal mining town in Kentucky; and mapping a seventeenth century Spanish and Dutch fort on the island of Sint Maarten in the Netherlands Antilles.

In all her travels and adventures as an archaeologist, Rachel has found many sites and artifacts, but she’s only found one true treasure, her husband, David. They met while working together excavating a four thousand year old site about to be destroyed by the expansion of a sewage treatment plant in Seattle. Despite their romantic first meeting, she has no intention of ever setting a story at a sewage treatment plant.

Rachel Grant lives on an island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and children.

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Cat Johnson’s Bio and Links

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

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Maryann Jordan’s Bio and Links

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

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

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

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

I love to hear from readers, so please email me!
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Cristin Harber’s Bio and Links

Cristin Harber is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author of steamy romantic suspense, military romance, contemporary romance, and new adult books.

Her black ops books are packed with action and adventure and filled with everything she loves to read in romance novels! Sexy second chance romances, teasing tension in older brother’s best friend stories, plus enemies to lover, opposites attract, undercover marriage, forbidden love, and Navy SEAL romances (along with every other branch of military and law enforcement)!

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Janie Crouch’s Bio and Links

USA TODAY bestselling author Janie Crouch writes what she loves to read: passionate romantic suspense. She is a winner and/or finalist of multiple romance literary awards including the Golden Quill Award for Best Romantic Suspense, the National Reader’s Choice Award, and the coveted RITA© Award by the Romance Writers of America.

Janie recently relocated with her husband and their four teenagers to Germany (due to her husband’s job as support for the U.S. Military), after living in Virginia for nearly 20 years. When she’s not listening to the voices in her head (and even when she is), she enjoys engaging in all sorts of crazy adventures (200-mile relay races; Ironman Triathlons, treks to Mt. Everest Base Camp) traveling, and movies of all kinds.

Her favorite quote: “Life is a daring adventure or nothing.” ~ Helen Keller.

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Caitlyn O’Leary’s Bio and Links

USA Today Bestselling Author, Caitlyn O’Leary, adores writing Military Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance. She started publishing books in 2014. Storytelling has been a tradition in her family for years, and she still holds on to the letters she has received from family members since her childhood.

Caitlyn lives in California with her husband John of sixteen years who often makes guest appearances in her reader group, Caitlyn’s Crew. Getting to know so many people within the reader community is almost as much fun as writing each new novel. So join her reader group so she can get to know you, and see if she and John can make it to year seventeen!

You never know what kind of book she’ll write next, it all depends on what strikes her fancy. Be sure to keep in touch.

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Elle James’ Bio and Links

Award-winning author Elle James grew up as an air force military brat. She received her work ethic from her rock-solid father, her creative streak from her artistic mother and inspiration from her writing partner and sister, Delilah Devlin.

As a former member of the army reserves and a current member of the air force reserves, she’s traveled across the United States and to Germany, managed a full-time job, and raised three wonderful children. She and her husband have even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas hill country. Ask her, and she’ll tell you what it’s like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird and live to tell about it!

Her adventures in the army and air force reserves, and the wild antics of her life on a small ranch in Texas give her fodder for mystery, suspense and humor in her writing. Elle writes gothic, paranormal mystery for the Harlequin Intrigue line and paranormal romantic comedy for Dorchester Publishing. A former manager of computer programming and project management professionals, Elle is happy she now has the opportunity to pursue her writing full time.

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Her Tempting Protector – Night Storm Book 2 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Tempting Protector
Night Storm Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary



Navy SEAL, Cullen Lyons, knew the moment he saw Dr. Carys Adams treating her patients in an African war zone that she was stubborn, selfless and extraordinary. Ignoring the danger surrounding her, she concentrated on keeping the young mother and newborn alive. Now it was Cullen’s job to evade the brutal rebel forces who had targeted Carys and the young family and get them to safety.


Carys knows that a three day journey to Khartoum could kill her patients, but staying in hiding would sign their death warrant. She had never met a man like Cullen Lyons, every instinct told her that she could trust him, that she had finally found someone she could lean on, but what if she was wrong? Was he really the hero he seemed to be?

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We first met Carys in ‘Her Steadfast Hero’, the first book in the Black Dawn Series. After that ordeal she stopped deploying with Doctors without Borders.

When Abdalla Hamdok the new Prime Minister asked if she would come and consult with Central Committee of Sudanese Doctors she weighed all the pros and cons but finally agreed. Now she was once again in the thick of things.

Called out to attend a woman in labor she takes Faizah, one of the nurses with her to watch over the woman’s other children while she helped the mother.

Necessity called for a C-Section to save both the child and mother under very primitive conditions, and a cursory check of the children showed abuse to the point one child could have internal bleeding.

Not having a vehicle had Carys is despairing over how to get the child treatment while the mother recovers enough to travel. It then that Navy SEALs show up looking for her.

Cullen Lyons and Raiden Sato need evaluate the situation and evacuate them. This means splitting up and Raiden taking Faizah and the children to the hospital in Khartoum and returning for them.

I really love Cullen’s interaction with the new baby as he encourages Carys to get some sleep. Although as her patient is waking up, she is in the midst of a nightmare where she is back in Santa Flores.

This is a favorite scene.

She struggled as she felt a hand over her mouth. She scrabbled away from the strong grip, digging her nails into the thick wrist above the hand that covered her mouth.

“Carys,” wake up. It was a commanding voice. She recognized it… barely. She was still lost in her dreams and having trouble separating the dreamworld from reality. She blinked fast, and finally, Cullen came into view. He was holding a baby.

The baby was crying, and she could hear another voice crying out weakly.

Navy SEALs.

“Carys, are you with me now?” His voice was now full of empathy and caring. She couldn’t stand that. If he was too nice to her, she’d shatter.

She pulled at his wrist and nodded. Cullen let go.

“I need to go to Shada, are you good with him?” He nodded again, obviously not wanting to do or say anything that might upset her fragile composure.

She pulled herself up off the lumpy makeshift bed and went in to see how Shada was doing. When she went behind the curtain, she found the woman half on, half off the bed. “Where are my children?” Carys gave a wan grin. God please the woman, she was trying to be demanding and Carys was so proud of her show of strength even though she had to be weak as a kitten. But she needed to get her back into the bed so she didn’t rip her stitches.

“They’re getting help. Your daughter Farida needed medical care in Khartoum, she and your other daughters went with Faizah to get some. Your new baby is here. You still need a day or two to rest before we can take you into Khartoum to be with the rest of your family.”

“No! My husband is there, he will find me and kill me.” She grabbed at the sweat-stained sheet. Carys made a note to switch out the sheet with the other one she had drying on the line. “Give me my baby. You must get my other children. We will go to Egypt. My mother’s uncle lives in Cairo.”

“Does he know you?” Carys asked calmly as she helped Shada back into the bed.

“No, but he will do the right thing.” It broke Carys’ heart to see the look of frantic hope on Shada’s face. The woman knew as well as Carys did how many refugees ended up stranded in refugee camps when they sought asylum in other countries. Carys had worked in too many of them— even this life here, that Shada had, was better.

“Right now, you need to focus on getting well,” she said to the weak woman. “Let me bring in your son.”

“My baby is a boy?” she asked in awe.

“He’s a healthy, beautiful boy,” Carys confirmed. She stroked her fingers down Shada’s wrist, subtly checking the IV insertion point, then she placed her fingers on her wrist and looked at her watch so that she could take her pulse.

“When can I hold my son?”

“In just a moment,” Carys assured her. She loved the look of love and wonder on Shada’s face. She tugged the stethoscope from around her neck and listened to her heart and lungs.

“Now can you get my baby?” Shada pleaded.

Carys took off the blood pressure monitoring cuff. She was disturbed by how low her BP was. It was not good at all, and it wasn’t because of the painkillers. “Shada, I’m going to need to press on your abdomen again, okay?”

Shada looked at her with trepidation. Finally, she nodded. Carys pushed firmly, doing what she needed to do to help the woman’s uterus contract. Shada was crying by the time she was finished.

“All done. Now I can bring him in for a visit.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Wait!” Shada held out her hand. She reluctantly pulled down the sheet. Then she also unbuttoned the nightshirt that Faizah had dressed her in. “I don’t think my milk has come in.” Her expression was anguished.

“Ah, Honey. It’s all right. Sometimes it takes a while. I’ve already been feeding him formula, he’s doing fine. Trust me, everything will be fine. Let me go get your son.”

Carys went around the blanket and almost ran right into Cullen. After her nightmare, it was disconcerting to have to look upwards into the face of such a large man. Normally she would be a little bit fearful. But really, how could she be when confronted with a man who was humming a lullaby to a tiny baby?

“I heard,” he whispered. “Here you go,” he deftly placed the little boy into Carys’ arms. “Is she good to feed him? A bottle I mean. I warmed up some boiled water, mixed in the formula and then let it cool.”

Carys shook her head and smiled. She was impressed. “You did? Yes, she’s fine.”

He went and plucked the bottle off the rickety table. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she grabbed the glass bottle from him and ducked behind the blanket to where Shada was in bed waiting for her son. When she handed the newborn to his mother and saw the two of them together, tears welled up. She was stunned. That wasn’t like her. Normally she kept it together far better than this. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to cope with some of the things she had been forced to see over the seven years she’d been with Doctors Without Borders, but that dream had really messed with her head.

“Thank you, Doctor. You saved us.”

“You did all the work,” Carys said as she watched the beautiful sight of Shada feeding her child.

“I have decided on a name. I shall call him Adam.”

Carys sucked in another shaky breath.

Again, with the tears?

“I am honored.” Shada continued to stroke her baby’s hands as she nestled him next to her. He’d scored a nine on his Apgar test and had all indications of being a big and sturdy little boy if he got enough food. Now she watched as Shada started to whisper things into her son’s ear. Carys could hear the promises she was making. She wanted a better life for her son, one without pain.

She couldn’t handle it for another second, she fled out into the main area and once again ran straight into Cullen.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Tempting Protector, Night Storm, Book Two: ARC – Advanced Reader Copy – Not For Sale Or Distriburtion (Kindle Locations 958-962).

Things are rapidly changing in Khartoum and it becomes apparent they would have to find a way to travel on their own.

This is an action-packed, emotional, and at times romantic journey through rough and dangerous territory as Cullen and Carys work to keep both mother and child safe.

I can’t wait to see who finds love in the next book!

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Releases Tomorrow! SEAL at Sunrise – Silver SEALs Book 12 By Caitlyn O’Leary

Welcome to Silver SEALs!
The New Wave From The Suspense Sisters!

Retired silver fox US Navy SEAL Commanders who sign on with the Department of Homeland Security to lead missions to protect the homeland.

SEAL at Sunrise
Silver SEALs Book 12
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


This Time, More Than Their Love Is On The Line

Former Navy SEAL Commander, Liam McAllister, was neck deep in the Mexican jungle on a contract assignment for a highly classified sub-set of Department of Homeland Security. When Liam discovers a conspiracy that goes deep and spans decades it makes him sick. He asks his mentor at the DHS to provide him an intelligence liaison with Naval experience to help him ensure justice is served.

Liam was stunned when Addison Sanders walked through the door. She was a blast from the past and a punch to gut, a woman he’d loved and lost. But this buttoned up Addison was a shadow of her former self. He’d hardly recognized her but nothing could disguise her intelligence and heart, and Liam quickly finds old flames reignited.

With her help, Liam and his team start to close in on the dirty forces who are intent on covering up decades of crimes. They soon realized the corruption reached farther than anyone could’ve imagined and it isn’t over. Now Addison is a target. When the clock starts ticking, Liam risks everything to make sure that Addison is protected. Will they finally have a chance on the future they lost out on before?

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When Si Branson contacts Liam to help out with some stolen guns and find the men who are running them, Liam categorically turns him down. Then his friend Laird Campbell approaches him, the daughter of a close friend has been abducted and he needs Liam’s help.

Interestingly enough the two cases entwine. Not only do they find the girl, they find the guns and the person in charge, at least in charge in Mexico. Most disturbing is another find they make, two bodies and eighteen Navy dog tags.

Liam puts together a team using his nephew Declan’s company, Shadow Alliance. However there’s an addition to that team that is more than just a surprise to Liam.

Addison Sanders is CIA but she was Navy and her an Liam have history.

This is a favorite scene.


His Addison.

He was really seeing her. How was that even possible, and what was she doing here? He was slower than all the other men in the room to stand up as she walked in behind the blond receptionist. Vaguely he heard the girl ask Addison if she would like coffee or water. When she said ‘No’ her voice reverberated through Liam’s brain like a clanging bell.

Addison Sanders.

eyes met his, but then she looked around the room until they landed on Conroy’s.

Was he talking?

“You must be Addison Sanders,” Conroy was saying. “C.I.A. by way of the Navy, currently working as a mid-level intelligence analyst. You could be in a higher position if you’d have stayed in the Navy and got a promotion and then transferred over to the C.I.A. Seems like a poor career move on your part.”

Time sped up and his gaze jerked away from a woman who had haunted him for fifteen long years, and he scowled at Conn. The man was an asshole, there was no getting around it.

“You must be Conroy Lake. Do you mind if we introduce ourselves before you make suggestions on how I wear my hair, too?” Addison asked.

Laird let out a huge laugh. “I like you. Give him hell.”

Her voice had that Southwest twang that he remembered.

Liam was happy to see Conn flush as he sat back down. Brannon whispered something into his ear and Conroy’s fists clenched. Hudson came around from the other side of the table and held out his hand to Addison.

“Don’t mind them. Brannon’s just telling him that he needs to get a girlfriend. Conn hasn’t been at his best these days, so don’t take the chair next to him. There’s one available between Coop and me.”

“She needs to sit next to me,” Laird bellowed. “Anyone who can hold her own against Conroy Lake is on team Campbell.”

“She’s sitting next to me.”

Shit, had he just said that?

Addison gave him an assessing look and that’s when Liam realized that she’d known he’d be there. His presence hadn’t come as a surprise to her.

“Thanks, Liam. It’s good to see you again. I have a question for you,” her eyes had that hint of a grin that he remembered so well. He waited for it.

He nodded.

“Did I just return to high school?” Ah, shit, she still had that little dimple on the side of her mouth. How was it he’d been stupid enough to chase her away?
Caitlyn O’Leary; Suspense Sisters. SEAL at Sunrise: Silver SEALs Series Book 12 (Kindle Locations 240-261).

As they’re researching into the tags, another woman goes missing. CPO Caroline Jakes. They have to find her before she ends up like the others.

Plenty of giggles in the interactions of this team, even as they go about the serious business. Business made more complicated by a leak somewhere. Since they suspect someone in the Navy is taking these women, the leak can either be there or in Si’s group at DHS.

Intriguing, fast-paced and romantic with some sizzling heat.

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Caitlyn O’Leary

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Her Ruthless Protector – Night Storm Book 1 By Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Ruthless Protector
Night Storm Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


It Only Took a Moment for Him to Know She Was His

Navy SEAL Kane McNamara has his mission. Four potential terrorist targets in Oman. His job is to keep everyone safe and try to figure out where al-Qaeda will strike next. Guarding an International Music Show is on the bottom of Kane’s list until he meets the woman organizing the event, then all bets are off. She’s fun, feisty and their chemistry is off the charts.

Has She Finally Met Her Match?

A.J. Lancaster has never met anyone like Kane. Nobody’s ever given her this much crap or been this much fun. Her job doesn’t give her a spare second to think, but she’ll make time to flirt with the most interesting man she’s ever met. The fact that he’s insanely gorgeous in that rough mountain man sort of way might also be why she’s taking a minute to enjoy some man candy.

It’s Turning Deadly…Fast

Soon Kane, A.J., and the rest of the Night Storm SEAL team realize the music show is the next target. When bullets fly, it’s down to Kane and his team to stop al-Qaeda’s plans, and Kane must ensure that the stubborn woman he loves stays alive so they can have their chance at a happy ending.

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The Night Storm Series is a kind of continuation of the Black Dawn Series, in the terms of they are both SEAL teams and they tend to intertwine at times.

In this first book we see both teams as they rush to beat the clock to prevent a major terrorist attack. Problem is they’ve found there are four potential targets all of international importance.

The Night Storm team is front and center in this book as we get to know the team members. First up is Kane, he is the computer and electronics guy. He also was at one point CEO of his own Tech company, gotta love tech geniuses.

One of possible targets is the Eurovision Song Contest, an international venue with millions of viewers world wide. The event being held in Oman will have the televised semi finals and the Grand Finale live. Anticipated attendance for the live event in the thousands.

It’s at this venue that Kane meets AJ, one of the executive producers who handles all the behind the scenes activity.

This is a favorite scene.

“Where’s our contact?” Kane wanted to know. “Don Salise was supposed to meet us at the entrance twenty minutes ago. He has both of our cell numbers, and nothing. He hasn’t picked up when we called. Seems like a bust.”

“I don’t know, but we’re definitely getting a lay of the land,” Asher pointed out as they stepped over a bunch of cables that attached to spotlights pointed at one of the side stages. “Hopefully we’ll get to see last year’s winner, but it’s Reka, who’s doing the presenting that I want to meet,” Asher said. His voice was hopeful.

Kane shook his head as bagpipes and an electric guitar mingled with a trombone that grated worse than nails on a chalkboard while Asher spouted nonsense about people he couldn’t care less about.

“I hear they’re going to be filled to capacity,” Asher said.

That caught Kane’s attention.

“You have to be kidding. There is no way thirty-four-thousand people will cram their asses into the heat of this stadium to watch this train wreck.”

“He’s not kidding.” A laughing redhead said as she appeared in front of them. Her face was devoid of make-up, but she didn’t need it. The dark auburn strands made her laughing blue eyes glow. “This is bigger than our Super Bowl.” She smiled again. “Can I help you?”

“We’re here to see Don Salise,” Kane answered.

“He told me about the potential issues,” she said vaguely. “Why don’t you follow me to my trailer, and we can discuss specifics.”

“And you are?” Kane asked.

She laughed again. “Sorry, I forgot. I’m A.J. Lancaster. Don is the producer and I’m just a lowly executive producer. But it’s my job to herd the cats.”

“Wait a minute, are you telling me that executive producer is below producer?” Kane asked.

“Yep,” she answered with a smile. “Don’t expect anything to do with show business to make sense.”

“Good to know. It’s kind of the same thing with us,” Kane said. “I’m Chief Petty Officer, Kane McNamara and this is Petty Officer First Class Asher Thorne. Don’t let the Chief fool you, we’re still lowly enlisted men.”

“It’s nice to meet you, gentlemen. Let’s get to my trailer so we can get down to business.”

“Herding cats, huh? Sounds like you’re the one with the big job,” Kane said as he and Asher followed her across to a motorhome. He fell back a half a step on purpose so that he could check her out. She was taller than most of the women he was used to. She was wearing worn blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a pink cartoon shark logo on the front. What the hell was Baby Shark? However, he did approve of the biker tactical boots she was wearing. He’d spotted at least ten women wearing heels on grass— with a ridiculous amount of construction site hazards, the boots were nice to see that despite the cartoon shark, A.J. had some sense.

When they got into her trailer, she sat down at the miniscule kitchen table and waved them into the other seats.

“Uhm,” Kane started as he looked dubiously at the teeny tiny seating. “I don’t think we’ll fit.”

She laughed. It was the kind of laugh that made you want to join in. In this little space he was even closer to the pretty redhead and he saw a smattering of freckles across her nose. They were adorable.

“You’re right, what was I thinking? Python is the only one I tell to go sit on the couch. He’s an older music producer who has kind of let himself go,” she said diplomatically.

“We saw him,” Asher said. “He’s working with a new group this year?”

“Yes, Heaven’s Demon Dream.”

“Where the hell do they get names like that?” Kane demanded. “What’s more, what was with all those girls hanging off him? They’re not actually providing sexual favors to have him manage their group, are they?”

A.J. threw up her hands. “Hey, I’m not the morality police. First, let’s get very clear on this point. They are women, not girls.” Her blue eyes narrowed as she continued. “Second, one of those women is in her thirties.”

“You’re making that up,” Kane said.

“Nope. Here’s the third point, not that this is any of my business, but I happen to know they were one of the hundreds of groups that chased him down. And lastly, we don’t know what is going on in his trailer behind that closed door.”

“Still—” Kane began.

“Don told me you’re both Navy SEALs, right?” When Asher nodded, A.J. continued. “Are you telling me that some women don’t try to get into your pants because of your job?” She crossed her arms across her chest.

Kane gave a small grin. “Okay, point taken.”

“Is he always such a prude?” A.J. asked Asher.

“He just doesn’t want anyone taken advantage of,” Asher defended his teammate.

“You know, I’m right here,” Kane glared at his friend.

A.J.’ s eyes twinkled up at him. “Glad to hear it’s not prudishness, that it is caring. I think we’ll work well together.”

Kane shifted on the little motorhome couch. “What happened to Salise?”

“Don? He’s putting out fires with the executives. He told me that you have some security concerns, and I’m the one who liaises between security, talent, producers, and executives.”

“Where do you fall on the food chain?” Kane asked.

“I might just be one of the lowly producers, but I’m a predator, not prey,” she said confidently. When Kane just raised his eyebrow, she elaborated. “Don is the overall Producer for this event. There are eight other Executive Producers involved, but he’s the true power.”

“So instead of lowly producer, you’re one of the executive producers?” Kane asked.

“Oh, I have an E.D. title, but I just do a little of this and a little of that. That’s why I’m the liaison. Before I have you start with the head of security, I need to better understand what kind of threat you’re worried about. The Eurovision Song Contest itself gets at least four threats a week, mostly from disgruntled viewers about who is scoring well. Ed, our Captain of Security, has someone specifically tasked to handle the threats that come on-line. Occasionally we will have someone sneak on site and leave physical notes or ‘gifts’ for different performers. The last time this happened was Tuesday. Ed’s team immediately shut that shit down and caught the fool.”

“So, we need to talk to Ed,” Kane said.

A.J. leaned forward on the little dining table. “Nope, I’m the gatekeeper, and you won’t be walking around this event or meeting with Ed until you explain what’s up.”

“So besides herding cats and doing this and that, you’re the hammer?” Kane chuckled.

“I like to think I’m a velvet hammer.”

Her smile was breathtaking.

“We have it on good authority that your contest, along with three other sites in Oman, are currently being considered as a target by terrorists.”

A.J.’ s smile dimmed, and she sat up straight. “Terrorists? Like the Boko Haram, al-Qaeda or ISIS? Those kinds of terrorists?”

He and Asher nodded. “Now can we talk to Ed?” Kane asked.

“It’s still a ‘no’. I need to better understand how good your information is before we see security.
Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Ruthless Protector: Night Storm, Book One (Kindle Locations 491-550).

This is just the beginning as time starts running out. Black Dawn heads one way, Night Storm another as this heats up.

Then of course there’s Kane and A.J. I really got a kick out of him trying to guess her full name. These two are great together.

Fast-paced with plenty of action, suspense, romance and so much more!

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Caitlyn O’Leary

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Her Loving Hero – Black Dawn Book 8 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Loving Hero
Black Dawn Book 8
Caitlyn O’Leary


Wyatt’s SEAL Team rescued Emily when she was held hostage in Saudi Arabia. He’s spent the last five months subtly courting her friendship, after she moved stateside to start a new life.

Emily struggles desperately not to let one horrifying night define who she is. Learning how to step away from the pain and panic is a battle every day, but she will never give into the darkness.

Emily’s family is still stationed in the Middle East, and things begin to heat up. She is determined to help them, especially when she finds out that her teenage sister is planning on going into the lion’s den to find out information on a terrorist plot. As the situation spirals out of control Emily turns to Wyatt for help.

As Wyatt gets things under control overseas, Emily thanks God for Wyatt’s strength, friendship and ability to protect her family. But now she realizes her feelings run deeper than friendship and she starts dreaming the impossible. Will she ever be strong and worthy enough for this man? Is it possible that he could be her loving hero?

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Emily is an Ambassador’s daughter who had been kidnapped in the Middle East. She’s back in the United States healing and starting life over.

Wyatt was part of the team who rescued her and he has been volunteering with kids along with her. There is an attraction between them but Emily has a long way to go before she is ready for a relationship. Fortunately Wyatt understands and is very patient. Planning an ice cream date after dropping the kids off, Wyatt needs to wash up after cleaning out the van.

This is a favorite scene.

The door she was leaning against opened slowly so she moved. “Wyatt, I said I wasn’t coming in.”

“Well, you’re not staying here in the truck.” His expression was…She couldn’t get a read on his expression.

“Please, can you leave me alone. Please?”

“I have a deck. You can sit out there, it looks over the kid’s swings. I just don’t feel comfortable having you sit out here, okay?” He held out his hand.

Emily ignored it. She unbuckled her belt and grabbed the handle on the truck and stepped on the runner of the truck and carefully got to the ground. She didn’t look at Wyatt. She heard him sigh.

“It’s this way,” he said as he closed and locked the truck.

She noticed that the crepe myrtle trees were pretty as she walked beside him toward his townhome.

Darn it! She should have held her ground.

When had he crawled so deeply into her life? How had she let this happen? She peeked up at him under her lashes.

Oh yeah, he was hot. He was nice. He was funny. He was easy to be around. That’s why she’d let him in. Wyatt was just such so sexy. She’d never felt like this about a man before.

Darn. Darn. Darn. I can’t be falling in like? Can I?

She stopped in her tracks as shivers racked her body and she broke out in a cold sweat. What was she thinking? The idea of a man touching her was abhorrent.


Was somebody saying her name?

She felt a hand on her upper arm, she shook it off and fell backwards into the grass next to the sidewalk. She scuttled backwards like a crab. She couldn’t see, but she knew she needed to get away from that hand.

“Emily?” a man’s voice whispered softly.

“Stay away.” She tried to yell, but her words came out weak and hoarse.

“Please, Emily. It’s okay.”

She pushed into the ground with her elbows and heels, trying to get away from the voice. “Don’t hurt me,” she begged.

“Miss Emily Hoag, this is Petty Officer Wyatt Leeds. I’m not going to touch you.”

She heard a commanding male voice. It sounded safe.

“Emily, it’s me Wyatt. Remember? Emily, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.”

Emily stopped moving. Nobody was touching her. She slumped back on the soft grass and opened her eyes, she looked up and saw a blinding blue sky. Her heart was beginning to beat at a normal rate.

“Angel, you with me?” Wyatt asked softly.

Damn it. Again? When would this end?

Her eyes filled with tears. “When will this end? It’s been two months since something like this has happened.” She couldn’t turn her head and look at him. She just couldn’t.

“With everything Brant was saying today, and me telling you what I found at the back of the van, it’s no wonder it triggered something. You need to cut yourself some slack.”

After long minutes she turned rolled her neck and looked at him. “I’m a mess.”

“No, you’re not. I’m pretty sure they have some kind of official name for this. It’s a complicated term. Hold on. Let me think.”

Emily waited.

“Hmmmm. It’s not mess,” Wyatt’s expression was puzzled, but she knew he was going to be a smartass. “Maybe tangled,” he mused. “Nope, that’s not it. Maybe it’s a kerfuffle.”

Emily sniffed.

“No, that doesn’t sound right either.” Now his eyes were twinkling. “How about a hash-up. A goat-fuck?”

She gave s small smile.

Slowly he put one finger under her chin and his expression turned serious. “Why don’t we admit you’re still suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that you’ve come a hell of a long way in a short amount of time, and skip this mess bullshit? How about that Emily Lynn Hoag? Huh?”

Darn it. He was right.

Emily watched as he hesitated to help her up.

“Oh, for goodness sakes, help me up,” she sighed. “I’m through with my panic attack.”

He still watched her carefully.

“Wyatt I’m fine.”

“Look, it’s part of the job. You just observe things, okay. You were a tutor for how long?”

“Almost two years.”

“Could you turn off being a teacher? Let me answer that for you. No, you couldn’t, because you’re a natural teacher. I see it with the kids at the center. Part of my job is observing, I don’t want to touch you until I know you’re totally comfortable.”

Bloody hell.

Emily pushed up into a sitting position and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she breathed into his throat. “Thank you for everything.”
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Panic attacks are the least of Emily’s worries as things in Oman, where her father is assigned, become unstable. Emily’s sister Carly and her friends have stumbled upon something and she calls for advice. In turn she asks Wyatt for help and what they find well lets just say this is where things start getting really interesting.

From the US to Oman this story is fast-paced and action-packed with suspense and lots of romance before the heat.

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

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

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

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

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Her Passionate Hero – Black Dawn Book 3 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Passionate Hero
Black Dawn Book 3
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


Aliana Novak spent most of her school years being bullied. Her only refuge, was Hunter Diaz, until the day he graduated and left her to deal with the tormentors herself. But that was then, this is now. Those horrific experiences molded her into what she is today and made her the perfect candidate for Vice Principal of one of the toughest, schools in East LA. Sometimes the harder you fall, the stronger you rise. Aliana always rose to the challenge until one the most notorious gangs in East LA had her in their sights.

Hunter Diaz, scraped and fought his way out of the gangs of East LA, to serve honorably as a SEAL in the United States Navy. He has become one of the most dangerous men on the planet. When his adopted grandmother tells him an old friend is in trouble back home, he returns to the place he vowed to leave firmly in the past.

Hunter expects to find the same awkward and fragile girl he once knew. Instead, he finds a beautiful strong woman who is closed off from everything but the children under her care. Even when her life is on the line she is determined to handle things on her own. What had happened to Aliana? Can Hunter break down her walls and prove to her he is still her knight in shining armor before she ends up dead?

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Aliana is in trouble, not of her making. In her years since Hunter left she has devoted herself to helping the kids targeted by gangs. In her role as Vice Principal she doesn’t tolerate the shenanigans of the members of gangs and expels them without second thought and encourages those who have the potential to escape the neighborhood and the gangs. One young man, Nicholas, has such promise and he is embracing the opportunities he sees for himself. It’s Nicholas that is the root of attacks on her, she thinks she can handle it all, but her grandmother has other ideas.

Hunter has just returned from a mission, when his grandmother calls him and orders him home. It was so out of character for her, it leaves Hunter stunned even as he demands to know the reason. For Aliana he would do anything and that she was in danger motivated him more than anything to head home.

This is a favorite scene as he confronts her about the attacks.

“I’ve got to finish, Babička is waiting for us.”

“She can wait a little longer. Tell me who the people were who didn’t mention your grandmother. Somebody threatened your mother?”

She shook her head, refusing to look at him.

“Cariña, you’ve got to tell me.”

She pulled away from him and her gaze swung wildly around the kitchen. “I can fix this. I can fix this.” She mutters.

“No you can’t, not without my help.”

“Dammit, Hunter. I told you to go away. You listened before why not this time?” She looked at him beseechingly.

“Because now I’m thirty-one, not a dumb nineteen-year-old who had my teeth kicked in by the girl who meant everything to him. This time we’re going to resolve this shit. You’re going to let me help, and you’re going to tell me why you sent me away all those years ago.”

“Please, leave, I’m begging you. It’s what’s best.” More tears spilled. She looked wildly around the kitchen. He followed her glance. Her eyes spied the knife. For a second he thought she was going to grab it, but then she turned to face him.

“Best for who? It’s sure as hell not best for me.”

“Then me. Leave so I can still feel good about myself.” She stared past him at the counter. “When I told you to go away before, I was relieving you of a responsibility that would just make you have a crap life.” Her head swung so she could glare at him. “But it got even worse Hunter, far worse. You were so lucky you got away from the crazy girl when you did.”

“What in the world are you talking about. Mamie can’t sing your praises enough. Your grandmother adores you. You’re a Vice Principal, for God’s sake.”

“Are you going to go?” she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, not in a million years did he want to cause her physical pain on her bruises.

“Nothing is going to drag me away.”
O’Leary, Caitlyn. Her Passionate Hero (Black Dawn Book 3) (pp. 83-84). Passionately Kind Publishing. Kindle Edition.

We learn of Hunter’s past and as other SEALs he’s asked show up to help protect her and her family he also realizes how much danger she’s in.

Aliana is stubborn as is her grandmother and Hunter’s grandmother too. The grandmother’s book club provides not only information but also lots of giggles in an otherwise tense situation.

A page turning read with plenty of action, some tears, some giggles and a romance that was meant to be.

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

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

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

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

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Her Devoted Hero – Black Dawn Book 2 By Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Devoted Hero
Black Dawn Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


Navy SEAL Dex Evans has a problem. His buddies think it’s a riot when they sign him up for a dating service behind his back. But who would have thought that with a profile like SailorBoy69 he’d snag a woman who was hysterically funny and gorgeous. Too bad she was also skittish as all hell. Dex fears that when she finds out his profile was a set-up, his happily ever after could sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Single mother, Kenna Wright was in way over her head. She’d spent years putting her child first while ignoring her needs. So what was she thinking responding to the flirtatious email? Luckily for her, when she is stuck on a project with Dex, he’s even better in person than he’d been on his online profile. But can she believe this sexy SEAL when he says he’s looking for more than a fling?

When one of her co-workers is murdered and it looks like Kenna might be the next one in the killer’s crosshairs, Dex is determined to keep her safe. But with a target on her back, it’s really hard to keep a shield over her heart.

……. Hello SailorBoy69,
SNMP stands for So Not Mary Poppins. Take it to heart. My photo is me, but it’s pretty much a fake, since it took me two hours and twenty dollars worth of product to achieve the look. If we were to meet in person, I probably wouldn’t look anywhere close to this, so soak in this picture. Actually, don’t worry, we won’t meet, but I’ll get to that.
Here’s me in a nutshell. I live in the good part of town because I work my ass off handling my full-time job as a nurse, plus a part-time gig, that’s so my son can go to school in a decent school district. Being a good mother is the most important thing in my life, so I have no earthly idea why I’m responding to your profile since I don’t have time to date. Did I mention I have a kid, two jobs and really don’t look like this?
I like the fact that you’re serving our country. That’s part of the reason I’m reaching out to you. But the real reason I’m writing, is that I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you won’t respond, so this is a safe letter to write. I can feel good that I’ve finally put myself out there, without enduring the humiliation of a first date, which I’ll fail at, because I’ll never in a million years figure out how to reach this level of pretty again.

But in all seriousness, I wanted to take aim for a good guy, and you’re it. I like the fact you’re in the Navy. I like the fact, that you work with disenfranchised kids. I think you’re a nice man. Hell, I don’t even care if that’s not your real picture, because responsible men do it for me. Of course in my world they’re like mythical unicorns, they just don’t exist, at least not for me. But the dream of a responsible man makes my panties damp. See I can say this safely, cause you’re not going to respond, and I’m never going to meet you.

So, that’s my story SailorBoy69. Just know that out there in this big bad world a woman thinks you’re pretty exceptional, except for the atrocious cyber name you’ve given yourself of course. Now, if you have a thought of responding, for God’s sake don’t. Remember, it’s me. I have a kid, two jobs, and I’ll look like crap, and you’ll ruin the fantasy.
― Signed, So Not Mary Poppins

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One of the things I love about Caitlyn’s Series is how they intertwine. In this one Clint from Midnight Delta Team has played quite the prank on Dex of Black Dawn.

Signed up for a dating site with emails sent to a couple hundred women, Dex is ready to strangle Clint as he responds explaining how it’s all a misunderstanding due to a hack. That is until the last one, SNMP intrigued him and made him laugh, he had to respond to her.

Kenna only signed up on the site to satisfy friends that she’s getting out there. She wasn’t quite sure why she responded to SailorBoy69, there was just something about him.

These two are a hoot, after a couple of emails she decides to stop the foolishness and deletes her profile. However, not before Dex has collected what information he can.

Her employer Rosalie has other ideas since her grandson owns the site. She decides to throw these two together in a project for her. Then the fun really begins.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m not going to Rosalie’s. I’m meeting up with some people. Your grandmother will be here any minute.”

“She’s coming pretty early, isn’t she?” Austin asked.

“I have to leave early. Somebody’s going to pick me up.”

The doorbell rang. They looked at one another.

“That must be your ride. Gram has a key,” Austin stated the obvious.

Dammit. She’d texted Dex to wait at the curb, and she’d come out to him. She didn’t want him to meet Austin. There were going to be too many questions.

She looked at her cell phone. Nope, no text from Dex, just another call from an unidentified caller. Couldn’t Dex have texted to let her know he was coming to the door? This did not bode well if he couldn’t follow one simple request.

Her son left to answer the door and she took another look in the mirror. Not too bad. Not as good as her profile pic, but not too bad. She swiped on another layer of lip gloss and hurried down the stairs.

Double damn. Her mother was at the bottom of the stairs beaming up at her. Dex was standing beside her, with a wide smile.

“Look who I found on your door step. You didn’t tell me you were meeting a handsome man for breakfast.” Penny Hartford said.

“I’m not,” Kenna told her mother.

Dex let out a laugh. Austin and Penny joined him.

“Smooth Mom.” Austin spoke at the same time her mother.

“Maybe you need your eyes checked, Kenna Leigh. He’s handsome.”

Kenna flushed. “We’re not having breakfast,” she mumbled.

“Dex, I’d like you to meet my son Austin, and my mother, Penny. Family, meet the handsome man, Dex Evans. We are not having breakfast. We are going to visit homeless shelters today. It’s a new assignment for Rosalie.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could pick up coffee and a scone. I told Reverend Langley we’d be there at nine,” Dex smiled.

Austin gave her a sideways smirk. What was up with that? Shouldn’t he be all upset that a strange man was trying to have coffee with her? She understood her mother’s glee, but her son’s?

“Dex, I thought I asked you to wait in the car for me this morning,” she said pointedly.

“My grandfather would hand me my ass if I didn’t go to a lady’s door.”

“You were raised right.” Penny nodded firmly. “Did your grandfather raise you?”

“He had a large hand in it. I came out to San Diego most summers to spend them with my grandparents,” Dex explained.

There was a story there.

“I can tell I like him,” Penny said.

“Are you here to watch Austin while Kenna and I go do our thing?”

“Yep, that’s my thing on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Let’s me catch up with the light of my life. But today is a little more interesting.”

“No. No it isn’t. It is just one of Rosalie’s projects. Nothing interesting at all,” Kenna said quickly.

The last thing she needed was her mother getting ideas.

“As a matter of fact, this is a big project that will take months. Rosalie has taken Kenna off all of her other duties to focus on this. I’ll be spending pretty much all of my free time coordinating with her. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“In that case, you should come to dinner, shouldn’t he Austin? I always cook on Saturdays since Kenna has to work.”

Come on Baby Boy, do Mama a solid and say no.

Austin looked at her, then looked at Dex, then looked back at her. “Sounds good, Gram.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face.


“Austin, I forgot to talk to you about some chores you need to get done today. Can you come with me?”

Kenna jerked her head towards the kitchen. He trailed her into the other room. “What are you thinking?” she demanded. She had to stare up at him because he was three inches taller than her, but he was still her little boy.

“I’m thinking this is a way for Gram and I to see if he is make-up worthy.”
O’Leary, Caitlyn. Her Devoted HERO (Black Dawn Book 2) (pp. 73-76). Passionately Kind Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Of course you realize things can’t go smoothly, and things start happening quickly from here.

Dex and Kenna have much to learn about each other, it’s a slow but steady build up to some really intense heat.

A murder, threats and so much more as this relationship develops. We see a lot more of Clint and his team as well as things get more intense.  Enough hold your breath suspense that I couldn’t put this book down.

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Her Honorable Hero – Black Dawn Book 7 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Honorable Hero
Black Dawn Book 7
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


Can One Day Change Your Life?

Three years ago on a train, Navy SEAL, Griffin Porter and Miranda Slade’s lives were changed forever. As the Amtrak sped past the beautiful beaches of the Pacific Ocean a thunderous crash left their rail car dangling over the edge of a cliff. It would take more than one SEAL Team to rescue the passengers, it would take a miracle.

Many events stemmed from that horrific day. Ghosts from Miranda’s past rear their ugly heads and demand she betray her country. After years of secrets, Miranda is in dire need of help. Will her husband Griff and the Black Dawn SEAL team be able to stop this evil plot in time?

Protecting Hope was just the tip of the iceberg…

(This book has doubled in size and re-written without Susan Stoker’s characters since finding its place amongst the Black Dawn Series.)

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I read Protecting Hope which was a Kindle world book and I love the way Caitlyn has totally revised it into this book.

The original story becomes flashbacks as all the players work their way through the lingering emotions that plague them even though it’s three years in the past.

The memories are triggered at a party where Hope reads a story she’s written. Oh the tears.

Once home Griff and Miranda realize they haven’t really moved forward, and Miranda, well she’s still keeping secrets from him.

This is a favorite scene as Griff persuades her to talk about it.

Griff paused for a long time in his telling of the story, then he kissed Miranda softly on her forehead. “I’ve never been more scared in my life, than when I woke up. All I thought about was getting back to you. I couldn’t believe that the crash could have happened while Josiah and I were away from our two women.”

“So, you had already considered me ‘your woman’?” Miranda questioned with a hint of laughter.

“Oh, Baby, you might not have known it, but you’d been mine for weeks.” Again he looked deep into her eyes. “And for you? What was it like when you woke up?”

Miranda swallowed. She’d never really told Griff all that had gone on with her. Part of it had been that she’d had a tough time remembering everything after the wreck. But when her memories had resurfaced, her natural inclination was to keep things to herself.

“I really want to know. Not just what happened, I want to know how you felt. It’s time.” How could his voice be both firm and coaxing? But he was right. It was time.
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Even with the problems that surface about the train crash, there is more going on now that Miranda needs to tell Griff.

Plenty of suspense combined with the emotional retelling of the crash make this book a page turning read.

There’s also plenty of heat in this story as their love for each other and their daughter just shines through.

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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Releasing Tomorrow! Her Captivated Hero – Black Dawn Book 6 by Caitlyn O’Leary

Her Captivated Hero
Black Dawn Book 6
USA Today Bestselling Author
Caitlyn O’Leary


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The fate of thousands comes down to one woman. A critical mission in the Middle East demands more than just the skills of the Black Dawn Navy SEAL team, it requires a scientist who can crack the code on a deadly virus.

Navy SEAL, Lieutenant Gray Tyler is fiercely protective of those he loves. When Gray finds out it is his woman who is assigned to one of the most dangerous missions his team has ever undertaken, his protective instincts roar to life, and his inner caveman hits the roof.

Riya Patel is one of the most brilliant scientists on the planet. She’s too smart not to be scared, but that’s not going to stop her from doing her duty. Demolishing this lethal virus is more important than her life. But as the terrorists close in, will Gray be able to save both the cure and Riya?

Her Captivated Hero packs a punch and will keep you on the edge of your seat. Don’t miss out, get your copy today.

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This book opens with a bit of a bang, as Gray, Dex and Griff intercept a drunk guy with a gun and prevent him from actually shooting anyone. From there things get even more interesting as Dex’s wife Kenna faces off with a guy on the dance floor and Riya stuns him. This is when Gray finally meets Riya, the woman he has been captivated by all evening.

A dance, a drink away from the party, and a kiss that ends up with an invitation to be her date for the wedding.

This is a favorite scene when he picks her up for the wedding.

Einstein jumped down off the bathroom counter when the doorbell rang.

“Bad Kitty!”

Einstein meowed back at her with haughty disdain. He hated being called ‘Kitty’. He stalked toward the bathroom door and Riya looked at the makeup, brushes and spilled lotion on the floor.

“I should have capped that properly,” she said.

She heard another meow. The damned cat was agreeing with her. She turned and glared at him, and then he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. She grabbed some tissue and wiped up the mess and the doorbell rang again.

What an auspicious start to the day. Riya tore down the stairs with Einstein trailing behind her.

When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and smoothed down the silk of her blue dress that fell to just above her knee. Opening the door, she was met with miles and miles of chest covered by a blue pinstripe suit and silver tie. Her knees weakened. Riya had to look at least a foot into the air to briefly meet Gray’s clear blue eyes. They matched her dress. Thank God she wasn’t wearing her shoes, or she really would topple over.

The only thing that kept his smile from looking like a toothpaste ad was that he had a little scar that bisected his upper lip. She wanted to lick it. Oh yeah, she had it bad.

Heat suffused her body as the memory of that amazing kiss overloaded her senses.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to the wedding.” His voice rumbled like thunder.

Arggh. If she wasn’t careful she’d get drool on her dress. Everything she’d practiced saying to him totally flew out of her mind. She needed to get a handle on this, like yesterday. Still, he was good to look at.

“No can do, sailor. I’m a bridesmaid, I have commitments. Why don’t you come on in and sit down. I still have to get their package wrapped.”

Riya turned and waved him in and shut the door. When she turned back she saw him standing in the middle of her living room with his left eyebrow reaching for his hairline.

“Having trouble making up your mind?” he asked.

She let out a long sigh. “Laugh. Just get it over with. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before.”

“Do you own a craft shop? Does someone in your family own stock in Hallmark?” Gray asked as he bent down and picked up two rolls of wrapping paper and compared them.

“I want to make sure that it’s pretty and conveys the right message,” Riya said as she snatched the rolls from his hand. Gray simply bent down and picked up two more rolls.

“Honey, I’ve seen people with a variety of Christmas wrap, but how many different patterns of wedding wrap do you have here?”

Riya looked at her six large Tupperware bins, five that contained wrap and one that contained ribbon and bows. “Can I say that I don’t know?”

Gray tapped one of the bins with the toe of his high polished shoe. “You’d be lying. I bet you know the entire inventory of your house. How many rolls?”

“Fifteen wedding, seven baby shower, five Hanukkah, thirty-seven Christmas, two Easter, five Valentines, twenty-seven birthday rolls of wrapping paper and one St. Patrick’s day,” she reluctantly admitted.

Gray took a moment, then he gave her a sympathetic smile. “It must kill you to be one roll shy of one hundred.”

Dammit, he was right. It was killing her. She was down a roll since Ethan’s birthday. Gray must have seen he’d been on target because he laughed.

“How can I help?” he asked.

“I just have to get the present wrapped and find my shoes, then we’re good to go.”

“I don’t believe that you can’t find your shoes.”

Neither did she. They were supposed to be right by the couch. She had precisely placed them perpendicular to the sofa right before she brought out the Tupperware containers.

“And if I offered to wrap the present while you found your shoes?” Gray asked. His eyes were sparkling. Again, he knew the answer to his question.

“Ahhhh,” she tried to come up with an answer.

“How about if I pick out a wrapping paper or a ribbon?”

“You’re totally getting a kick out of my obsessive compulsive nature, aren’t you?”

Gray put the rolls of paper back down into the plastic bin and stepped toward her. “I just get a kick out of you. Full stop. The fact that you can laugh at yourself, is just the cherry on top of the sundae.”

Riya tilted her chin up so she could look at him. “Don’t you mean the sprinkle of nuts on the sundae?”

Gray chuckled. “See what I mean?”

That laugh. Those eyes.

Get a grip, girl.

She grabbed at his wrist so she could see his watch.

“The wedding starts in two hours and ten minutes,” he said. “You have fifteen minutes to get your sexy tush in gear and out the door. That way we will be at the church exactly one hour before the ceremony is due to start. According to Griff that’s when the bridesmaids are due to arrive.”

“I can do this. Here’s the deal. I just need to prioritize and delegate.”

“Oh, I get to do something? I’m honored.”

“You’re a SEAL so you get to go on a rescue mission. Find my shoes. Last time I saw them they were exactly by the couch. I was walking around down here making sure I got used to them, since I’d never worn them before. After I made sure I wouldn’t slip, I put them there.” She pointed to where she had last seen them.

“Aye, aye.” He tapped her on the nose and turned to gaze around the first floor of her townhome.

Riya bent down and pulled out the silver wrapping paper with rings and doves on it. She had some great sparkly silver ribbon to go with it, but didn’t have time to mess with it, so it was time to use the big elegant bows that she’d been saving for a time crunch.

She ran to her kitchen, to the drawer that housed her scissors, and then skidded back into the living room in her stockings. Gray was standing there with her white patent leather pumps in his hands. “Are these what you were looking for?”

“Where’d you find those?”

“Your cat helped me find them. They were underneath the loveseat.”

Riya crouched down and saw two shining blue eyes looking at her from beneath the sofa. “He didn’t try to scratch you, did he?”

“Nope, we came to an understanding. What’s his name?” Gray asked.

“Einstein. He’s more temperamental than his namesake.”

“Intelligent though. He saw me looking around and pushed one of the shoes out from under the sofa. It was the damndest thing.”

“He was also the one who shoved them under there in the first place. He loves playing hide ‘n seek.”

Riya knelt down and pulled the first box off of the coffee table.

Gray peered over her shoulder and whispered. “I didn’t see those knives on the gift registry. They’re high-end.”

“Susan loves to cook. My mom swears by this brand. She’s constantly saying that having the right tool for the job makes the meal.”

“That’s right for any mission.” Gray picked up the second box and turned it over. “You also got grilling tools and utensils, another thing not on the wedding registry.”

“I take it you shopped on the registry and had it sent to their house.”

“I don’t have ninety-nine rolls of wrapping paper to choose from.” Gray turned over the corner of the paper she had chosen. “Are you sure this is the right one to use? It might be too much silver.”

Riya blew her bangs out of her face and looked over her shoulder. “I got the impression you wanted to possibly see sunrise. Was I wrong about that?”

Gray held up his hands. “Note to self, no pithy comments on the lady’s taste.”

“Not if you want to live,” she agreed.

“It’s nice you got something for both of them. At least I’m assuming Mike grills.”

“Does a bear poop in the woods?” Riya asked as she measured and cut the paper.

It’s the prettiest paper, isn’t it?

She folded the paper over and went to grab the tape. Gray had already torn pieces of tape and had them ready for her to grab. “You’re prepared.”

“Part of the job, ma’am.”

She quickly had the knives and grill set wrapped with the bows on.

“How much more time?”

“You’ve got enough time to get your shoes on,” Gray smiled.

Caitlyn O’Leary. Her Captivated Hero (Kindle Locations 401-472). Kindle Edition.

From the wedding, these two take it slow, getting to know each other and dating.

Riya gets to know the wives a bit more at a barbeque and that helps a bit when the guys are called up. As does her being called to DC to consult on a viral compound.

Her and Gray’s interactions with Einstein are some typical cat moves and had me giggling.

I loved the teasing the team gives Gray before the first mission. But there is an even bigger mission to come. That’s the one that will make or break Riya and Gray’s relationship, since she’s the one with the knowledge and expertise to create an antidote if needed.

Sweet, romantic, emotional, scary, and plenty of action will have you turning the pages until the book is done.

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Caitlyn O’Leary

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

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

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

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

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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