Tag Archives: @heather__slade

Hammered – The Invincibles Book 9 by Heather Slade


Hammered
The Invincibles Book 9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

He’s a ruthless attorney.
She’s a determined bar owner.
Together, they’re INVINCIBLE.

HAMMER

Bottom line, I put the hammer down. That’s the truth and nothing but the truth. But when the CIA director calls in a favor, I’m forced to comply. Keeping an eye on his feisty, reckless sister goes way beyond my retainer. The relentless bar owner doesn’t know when to throw in the towel, which is why I can’t get enough of her.

MAEVE

On my own, doing it my way, that’s all I want. Maybe the bar wasn’t the greatest idea. Punks are stealing from me, quitting on the spot, and worst of all, I’m breaking up bar brawls nightly. Now, I’ve got a rabid lawyer breathing down my neck. Granted, he’s hot as Fireball on a Friday. But I have a job to do; the last thing I need is to get HAMMERED.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo

Sterling “Hammer’ Anderson has just landed in Texas after attending Saint and Harper’s wedding in London. He was a bit surprised to see a text from Kellen “Money” McTiernan since they had been on the same flight to DC. Apparently, something urgent has come up and even though he really wanted sleep he made the call.

Money’s half-sister Maeve is in trouble and needs a lawyer in a hurry. She’s a lot younger than Money, is beautiful, smart and wealthy to boot. All things that can complicate things for her.

When Hammer calls Mac MacIver, the sheriff, he finds the charge to be attempted murder, but Maeve also has bench warrants and other things outstanding. Not helping is the victim is the sheriff’s brother, Bobby. All of this stems from Maeve making an offer to buy the bar. Now why she wants a bar in Texas is anyone’s guess and Money has tried to discourage the purchase. Money also told him she has an aversion to the words no and don’t. If you use them with her, she will do the opposite every time.

Hammer manages to get Maeve out of jail on a writ bond, which means both his money and reputation are on the line if she flees.

His ranch manger, Zane “Rip” Kailor also works for the Invincibles but on a part-time basis, Hammer lets him know about Maeve’s situation since it’s possible to be called away for something else and she can’t be left alone.

There’s also the attraction between them that hovers close in all their scenes together. There’s also a lot more to Maeve buying that bar than meets the eye.

First the attempted murder charge needs to be resolved as does the other older charges against her. The judge while not lenient appears fair, although the community service hours seem a bit much. The judgement that the writ stays in place is something neither of them expected.

This is a favorite scene following that judgement.

She laughed, but not because she thought it was funny. The angry look on her face intensified. “Which part don’t you believe? The part where I’m a princess or that I have a blatant disrespect for the laws of the country I am so privileged to be permitted to reside in. I am a US citizen, and I pay taxes, Hammer. A great amount of them, actually.”

I let go of her arm, but rather than getting up, Maeve sat on her bottom.

“I’m sorry, okay?” she repeated, looking everywhere but at me. “I’m obviously less pleased about this than you are, but I don’t know what’s to be done about it.”

“Maeve?” She turned her head more, so I was looking at the back of it. “Dublin?”

“What?” she snapped.

“I’m not angry with you. I’m not even angry with the judge. If you want to know the truth, I wasn’t ready for you to leave.”

She spun around. “Did you ask him to do this?”

I laughed at the look of horror on her face. “No. I didn’t. But the idea that we’d both be returning to our normal lives already, well… I knew I’d miss you.”

She scoffed.

“It’s true. It isn’t every day a man gets to have such a beautiful woman sleeping in his bed, even if he isn’t sleeping there with her.”

“Hammer, I… I’m not…”

“Look, don’t think I’m trying to pull the same thing Bobby did. For one, I’m too old for you. Two, I’m your attorney. Three, if I were going to try to seduce you, this wouldn’t be how I’d go about it.”

She studied me. “How would you go about it?”

I stared at her a long time before I responded. “I’m your attorney,” I repeated.

“If you weren’t?” her voice was breathy, her tone deeper.

“That would be an entirely different story.”

“You said we needed to talk.”

“Yeah, we do. Let’s go back to the house.” It took a bit of effort, but I was able to stand. Tomorrow, though, I’d be sore as hell.

On our return, I thought through exactly what I wanted to say to Maeve. Should I tell her what I’d overheard when she was behind the closed doors of my bedroom and that it was the reason I’d left earlier? She’d probably be mortified, and that was my reason for not being honest earlier.

We’d just gotten to the house when my cell phone rang. I motioned to the Adirondack chairs and took a seat when she did.

“Hey, Mac. What’s up?”

“Sorry to be calling again, but this is important.”

I almost groaned. What now? “Go on.”

“When we left your place earlier, I realized how serious my brother’s drinking has gotten. That he drove drunk was a wake up call for both of us. I decided it’s time I stepped in.”

“I’m sorry, Mac,” I added.

“Appreciate it, Hammer. Listen, there’s something I want to run by Maeve and you.”

“She’s right here. I can put the phone on speaker unless you want to talk with her privately.” Although, as her attorney, I really shouldn’t have made that offer.

“Speaker’s good, Counselor.” Mac obviously thought the same thing I had.

“Go ahead.”

“Hey, Dublin.” Maeve smiled, and so did I.

“Hey, Mac,” she responded.

“As I just told Hammer, my brother’s behavior of late has made me realize he needs more help than I can give him.”

“If you’re thinking rehab, it’s the best thing for him,” I said.

“Yeah, something like that. Anyway, it means, without him at the helm at the Long Branch, my inclination is to close the place down for a while at least.”

“No!” Maeve gasped. “I mean, sorry, but that will be very detrimental to it as a business.”

“I agree, and that’s the reason for my call. Maeve, if you’re still interested in buying the place, I have a proposal for you.”

“Go ahead,” I said when she nodded.

“It’ll take some time for you to make arrangements to get the liquor license. Hammer, this is where you come in. Until her various charges get dismissed, the liquor board isn’t going to look at the application too favorably.”

“I agree.”

“My proposal is this. The two of you go under contract on the Branch. Once Maeve has completed the terms of her sentencing, she should be able to get a license on her own. After that, it’s a simple ownership transfer.”

Maeve’s eyes opened wide.

“You’ve given this a lot of thought,” I said.

“The last thing my brother needs now is an assault charge. I’ve got a bargain to uphold.”

I wanted to tell him neither Maeve nor I would hold him to it, but it wasn’t my place to without conferring with her first.

“How does going under contract keep it open?” she asked.

“If you’re interested in moving forward with the sale, we can structure the purchase so it doesn’t finalize until the liquor board approves the license. In the meantime, you manage it.”

“Can you give us some time to talk this over?” I asked.

“Of course. But the clock is ticking, Hammer. I’m sure as hell not opening the place up tonight myself.”

“Got it.” I ended the call. There was a lot more to this than Maeve agreeing to Mac’s proposal. I had to as well.

“Taking myself out of the equation, my first question before we discuss some of the other things Mac presented is do you still want to buy the Long Branch?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“I gotta ask. Do you have any idea what goes into running a place that size?”

“You’re assuming I’ve no experience, is that it?”

“If you did, you wouldn’t want a place like the Branch.”

“I suppose you haven’t heard of Mary Donoghue’s, then.”

“Of course I have.” It was one of the most well-known pubs in Ireland, although it was far more than that. It was said a few of the world’s most successful bands got their start at their location in Dublin. I’d also heard they’d expanded throughout the UK. “Did you work at one of them?”

Maeve laughed. “My mother was Mary as was her mother before her and her mother before that, reaching as far back as ten generations.”

“Are you saying your mother was Mary Donoghue?”

“Aye.”

“If they were all named Mary, how come your name is Maeve?”

She shook her head. “As with each of them, Maeve is my middle name.”

“Then, you know it isn’t an easy business.”

“What about you? You’re part of this, at least initially. Have you ever worked in a bar?”

I nodded. “All through college.”

“I know the business, Hammer. Better than most. The Long Branch is already successful. I can make it more so.”

“You also know your brother isn’t in favor of you doing this. With good reason.”

“Does that mean you’re saying no?”

“If I were saying no, that’s what I would’ve said.”

“I’m aware of my brother’s opinion; what’s yours?”

“You’re going to have to assemble a crew you trust. Since you intended to buy it on your own, do you have people in mind?”

“I’ve gotten to know key personnel quite well. I wouldn’t disrupt the staff, particularly with Bobby going… away.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her bent legs. “What about you, Hammer? You said to take you out of the equation, but Mac’s proposal hinges on you.”
Heather Slade. Hammered (Kindle Locations 968-1033). The Invincibles Book Nine.

It takes a while but once Maeve opens up about the true reason she wants the bar. That reason is downright scary and dangerous. Although she doesn’t say exactly what the person stole from her, his affiliation with the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas makes things complicated.

All through this, the attraction between Maeve and Hammer accelerates. There’s also an interesting twist in all this as an Invicibles case intertwines with it.

I couldn’t put this book down, there are twists, turns, romance, and so much more jumping off the pages.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

<

Coming Soon!


Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Code Name: Ranger – K19 Shadow Operations Book 1 by Heather Slade


Code Name: Ranger
K19 Shadow Operations Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Code name: Ranger
Target: Maisie Ann Jones
Mission: Uncover the whereabouts of a smart, sexy spitfire

RANGER
Undercover, confidential, and dangerous, the new K19 Shadows lurk where others won’t, ready to act in a moment’s notice. When Maisie Ann Jones disappears with a serial killer on the loose, it doesn’t look good. The others have turned up dead.I refuse to let anything harm this woman, after all, she stole my heart. I’m determined to find her, save her, and take down anyone who gets in my way.

MAISIE
A teenage crush. At least that’s what I thought it was. But when Ranger comes barreling back into my life, nothing stops how I feel or what I should want—I just want him.I’m a Dartmouth grad who took over my family’s business before I turned twenty-five. I don’t need a man. I’ve never been a damsel in distress. Until now. But I’m worried that he’s met his match. Will this serial killer destroy the only man I’ve ever loved?

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo</a

This book opens with a glimpse of the now, then goes back to establish everything. If you’ve read Onyx, this will be a bit familiar but from a different point of view.

There is a major threat against the K19 group and the men here have been ordered to shelter in this small town until the threat has been eliminated. As a result, with Onyx in command and Ranger as his second, a new unit of K19 has been established this one Shadow Operations.

Ranger’s family has always been a part of this lakeside community of camps (cabins) and along with his team they are making it their headquarters.  He’s trying to make the best of the inactivity and when they are invited to dinner at the Jones’ he remembers Maisie and the attraction between them. Now he’s wondering if it will be the same.

This is just one of many favorite scenes!

Finally, Al motioned for Onyx to follow him down the hallway. I couldn’t have been happier when Jimmy followed and Mary went into the kitchen, leaving Maisie and me alone.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” she offered.

“I’ll take a beer if you’ve got one.”

“When does anyone on the lake not have beer?” She rolled her eyes and pulled two from the refrigerator. “Glass?”

“Bottle’s good.”

“They may be a while, if you two want to go sit on the porch and chat while I finish up dinner,” suggested Mary.

Maisie led the way, and I followed, watching her high and tight ass that was covered by jeans but that I remembered seeing once or twice in a bikini. Man, I wished it was summer and I could get a glimpse of that hotness again.

“So, Ranger, the last time I saw you, I must’ve been fourteen or fifteen.”

I took a step closer and looked into her deep blue eyes. “We both know that isn’t true, beautiful. We saw plenty of each other after our first meet up. The last time you talked to me, you were fourteen.”

“I don’t recall you striking up a conversation.”

I took a sip of my beer. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe we did something more than converse the night of your eighteenth birthday.”

“Oh. Were you there that night?” Her eyes darted to the left, and her cheeks flamed a second time.

I leaned in closer still so my mouth was close to her ear. “I’m heartbroken you don’t remember.”

She took a step back. “Who’s lying now?”

I liked that she admitted she had been, in so many words at least. “I can tell you I’ve never forgotten it. I was quite taken with you.”

Her eyes were wide, and she studied my mouth. “So why didn’t you ask me out?”

“I think I did, but you were leaving for college the next day.”

“You remember that?”

“There’s a lot I recall about you.”

“I doubt that includes the first time we met.”

“You’re wrong. It was on the Canada Lake Store docks, and it was the day before I started working there that summer.”

“It was the only summer you did.”

“I filled in every now and then, but not as much as I would’ve liked. I came up every weekend I could, though.”

“Dinner’s ready,” I heard Mary call out from the kitchen.

“Wait,” said Maisie when I turned to walk in that direction. “What would’ve happened if I hadn’t left the next day?”

“I can’t say for certain, but I can tell you why I showed up at your party.”

“Why?”

I turned my body and crowded hers into the doorway. “To claim you as mine, sweet Maisie Ann Jones.” I waited for her to laugh or get pissed or have some kind of reaction to my Neanderthal proclamation. She didn’t have one besides her breathing accelerating and her pupils dilating— which was exactly what I’d been going for.
Heather Slade. Code Name: Ranger (Kindle Locations 149-175). K19 Shadow Operations Book One.

Now Maisie is taking over the family business and has big plans to revitalize the area. Unfortunately there are other things in play she doesn’t know about.

Ranger escorts her around to examine what makes some of the surrounding areas so successful and they wind up doing something very unexpected.

There are so many surprises, plenty of intrigue and of course some sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Coming Soon!

Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

The Rancher and The Lady – The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 4 By Heather Slade


The Rancher and the Lady
The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Winter Blog Blurb

What is sexier than a rough and rugged billionaire cowboy?
Team him up with a badass British spy who’s also a duchess.

A rancher hellbent on maintaining the status quo.
A lady who detests the elite.
Wild and wanton, opposites attract.

THE RANCHER

Long, hot days, working my ass off—just waiting for the cool nights to come—so I can kick back and enjoy the starry night. That’s what I do and who I am. Letting go of the passionate and determined lady seems unimaginable. With fire and heat, she can’t be tamed. She belongs elsewhere. It’s a truth I have to accept.

THE LADY

Debutante, elite, aristocrat—they’re all words that mean nothing. I need more. I need power, passion, adventure, and danger. Being a part of Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the only answer, my only dream, to end this nightmare of boredom. But walking away from him, the rugged and rough rancher who stole my heart, is more terrifying than anything. Can a lady have a bit of both worlds without everything crumbling down?_____________________
NOTE:
Previously released as Shadow.
While each book in the Royal Agents of MI6 series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.

Winter Blog BuyLinks

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

Winter Blog Review

This book follows Darrow’s role in every book to date as it takes us through her story.

I really enjoyed reading about her time in Texas, where she gets the nickname Shadow from Quint. A full day spent with him when Wren is sick, turns into a fun night at the Long Branch. One that doesn’t quite end the way Darrow would have liked.

A turning point for them is going to the rodeo where Quint is competing.

This is a favorite scene.

I checked my watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was a little after seven. Quint had said we’d leave at eight. Maybe I should wheel my trunk out to the porch and wait there. Or would that make me look too anxious? Thank God Wren had suggested I wear jeans. I probably wouldn’t have, and what message might that have sent?

“Argh,” I growled again. Why was I doing this to myself? If only I hadn’t had dinner with Quint that night, I wouldn’t be so nervous now.

“Everything okay in here?”

I sprung off the bed when Quint stepped into the room. “Fine. Everything is fine. Are we ready to go? Sorry, I should’ve wheeled my trunk out. I don’t know what I was thinking. You know, maybe I should—”

Quint walked over and put a finger on my lips. “I will take care of your, uh… trunk. No, you shouldn’t have wheeled it out. We aren’t leaving for another half hour, and breakfast is ready and waiting in the kitchen. Before you say anything on that subject, I want you to know that Tee-Tee brought over some of her breakfast burritos earlier, and they’re being kept warm in the oven. Okay?”

His finger was still on my lips, so I nodded.

“Finally, I want you to know how glad I am that you’re going along this weekend. The other thing I want you to know is that I’m sorry the stupid way I acted has resulted in you being so nervous around me.”

“I’ve always been nervous around you,” I whispered when he moved his fingers away.

“I’m even sorrier for that.”

“Quint? What happened that night?”

For a minute, I thought he was leaving when he walked over to the bedroom door. Instead, he closed it and returned to where I stood.

“I had an amazing time with you that night. Better than any other night I can remember. You yourself told me that you were here in part because your previous relationship ended. If I hadn’t backed off, I might’ve done something neither of us was ready for.”

“I wanted you to.”

He cupped my cheek. “I know you did, and while I didn’t handle it right, we’re both better off now because nothing happened between us then.”

I took a step back. “I’m worried it’s going to happen again.”

He took my hand in his. “I promise it won’t.”

“What is this, exactly? Am I going to the rodeo to help with the team? Or am I going with you?”

Instead of answering, Quint brought his other hand to my cheek and looked into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me. What started off as a soft, sweet kiss, quickly became harder, more heated when I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He didn’t pull away until we both heard Wren’s footsteps in the hallway.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, resting his forehead against mine.

“Pretty much.”

When he took a step back, I was afraid I would crumble into a heap on the floor. In the history of kisses I’d experienced in my lifetime, that was by far the hottest. I hoped Quint didn’t ask me more questions, because I wasn’t sure I could speak let alone think. What had he said? Something about breakfast?

“Darrow, are you okay?”

“Um, yeah. Can we go eat now?”
Heather Slade. The Rancher and the Lady (Kindle Locations 1039-1068). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book Four.

So much happens in this book, it is emotional and fun with suspense and their simmer to sizzle relationship will have you sniffling.

Darrow is funny, loving and intelligent. Qualities that for some reason most of the males in her life don’t seem to see. She has also been influenced by a comment made by one of her professors at Oxford and that becomes pivotal in this book.

It’s her relationship with Quint that actually leads to some life changing events for her. I loved seeing her brothers Thornton ‘Shiver’ and his wife Orina ‘Losha’, and Sutton ‘Wilder’ with Wren in this book, Axel ‘Pinch’ is also very involved in this story along with Esland ‘True’ Darrow’s best friend. There is also Doc and Merrigan from K19 in this one and mentions of Burns and Leech. Oh, I can’t forget Ranger and Diesel, they’re around for a bit too.

If you haven’t read the other books, this one will make you want to go read them too. I have so much love for this series and really all of Heather’s series, the characters have wormed their way into my heart and I can’t wait for the next books.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Winter Blog More Books

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Winter Blog About Author

Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog

Winter Blog Author Links

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Christmas Countdown: Christmas at Butler Ranch – A Butler Ranch Novella – by Heather Slade


Christmas at Butler Ranch
A Butler Ranch Novella
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

The magic of Christmas can be found in the stories of these beloved characters.

The two most requested stories from the Butler Ranch series are finally available in one book!
Laird and Sorcha Butler are the glue that holds not just their own family together, but the countless agents and operatives who have trained and worked with them. Their story unfolds from the streets of Belfast to the vineyards of the Central Coast of California.

Ainsley Butler is only of her siblings not married. She’s engaged, but it could go down as the longest engagement in history. Cristobal Avila is the boy next door who became the love of her life. So why is he in Northern California setting the genetic research world on fire, while she’s five hours away helping to run her family’s winery operations.

The prologue to this book is something that has me tearing up. Laird and Sorcha are favorites of mine.

But the first chapter takes us back a bit into Ainsley’s story.

We start with her beginning college, attending Stanford is her dream. She never considered anywhere else because that’s where Cristobal is. Unfortunately for her he really ignored her after he ran into her and Skye. Then came the day he didn’t anymore, her twenty-first birthday.

It seems Cris has been fighting his inclination to be with her from that first day. Now he’s not going to fight it anymore.

Now it’s been six years that these two have been living together, and Cris is tired of hiding it from their families. He issues an ultimatum that Aisley just wasn’t ready to comply with. It’s been a month since he moved out and he’s finally realized he couldn’t force Aisley to come clean to the families, he loves her and doesn’t want to be without her any longer.

Fortunately for him Aisley is ready to come clean so they can be together at Maddox and Alex’s wedding. Ainsley is more than a little surprised at both families reaction, although she really shouldn’t have been.

Now there’s the wedding and also Brodie and Peyton’s baby is due any time, oh and Christmas is right around the corner too.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“May I have this dance, niña bonita.”

I put my hand in Cris’ and let him guide me around the makeshift dance floor set up in the tasting room.

“It was a beautiful wedding, don’t you agree?” I asked, resting my cheek against his shoulder.

“Beautiful bridesmaid too.”

“Your sister is glowing.” I wondered if he knew Alex was pregnant, or if anyone did. Several people here tonight probably suspected it, since neither she nor Maddox had anything more than sparkling water to drink.

“Tomorrow is Christmas,” Cris murmured. “Our first together.”

In the past, we’d talked about telling our families we couldn’t leave Palo Alto for one reason or another, just so we could spend one Christmas morning together, but neither of us had been able to go through with it.

“I guess we should decide what we’re going to do tomorrow…”

Cris smiled. “We’re going to sleep as late as we want to, take a walk on the beach, have breakfast—just the two of us—then, in the afternoon, we’ll visit both of our families.”

“Cris…I…uh…um…”

“Didn’t get me anything for Christmas?”

I hadn’t, but how did he always know what I was thinking?

We’d been broken up. Then after he came to the Kensey building last weekend, we’d only been apart when he was working or I was teaching, or finishing up my paperwork for the semester. I’d tried a couple of times to get something for him online, but nothing seemed right.

“I hope you didn’t get anything for me…”

“Just something little, Ains.” He leaned forward and brushed my lips with his. “You gave me the thing I wanted most already. The only thing I wanted.”

“I’m sorry I held out for so long.”

“Don’t be. What did I overhear Maddox say a couple of days ago? It’s over. Let’s move on.”

When the song we were dancing to ended, Cris led me over to where Alex and Maddox stood, talking with Peyton and Brodie, who held Kismet in his arms.

“She’s so beautiful, Brodie.” I kissed the baby’s head.

“I’d let you hold her, but you have two people in line ahead of you.”

I looked over and saw Peyton’s two sons from another marriage, Jamison and Finn, waiting patiently.

“Who won the toss to go next?” I asked.

Finn raised his hand in the air. “I did!”

“Because you cheated,” said Jamison.

“Did not.”

The older of the two shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Even if I got to hold her first, you’d just be bugging me every five seconds for your turn anyway.”

“I doubt any of you ever argued over holding me.” I nudged Brodie, who shook his head, and then sat next to Finn, making sure he cradled his sister’s head and held her tight, but not too tight.

I leaned back, thinking it was Cris standing behind me, but Maddox rested his hands on my shoulders. I peeked at the ring on his left hand, then turned around and noticed Cris dancing with Alex.

“I like your ring.”

“Scottish thistle.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Mad. I know.”

“Have you seen Al’s ring?”

I had, but until Alex pulled me aside to show it off, I hadn’t realized that the first time she saw it, was when my brother slipped it on her finger during the ceremony.

“I can’t believe you chose the same thing for each other, with neither of you knowing it.”

Alex’s ring had a Scottish thistle design as well, but far more elaborate than Mad’s. Hers was made of platinum, with one large diamond in the center and several smaller ones all around the band.

“You know why we never fought over holding you?” he asked.

“I was just joking, Maddox.”

“I’m not. It’s because Kade was always first. He’d spend hours sitting on the front porch, rocking you to sleep. Even after you’d closed your eyes, he’d still hold you. Ma would scold him, saying you’d never go to sleep on your own if he held you so much, but he ignored her.”

“He ignored Ma? You had me convinced until you added that, Maddox. Tell me the truth, did Kade even hold me once?”

“It’s true, lass,” said our mother, who I hadn’t realized was listening.

Right after Maddox asked our mother to dance, Naughton joined me, tweaking my cheek. “You look about a million times better than you did at the last wedding.”

“Thanks, Naught. I appreciate the compliment so much.”

“I heard you and Mad talking about Kade. I remember him holding you all the time.”

“I bet you weren’t second in line.”

I caught the flash of hurt on his face. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t funny.”

“I guess you owed me one since I just told you, you looked like shit at Brodie’s wedding.”

I slugged him. “You’re hysterical, Naughton.”

I watched Brodie help Finn hand the baby to his brother. “It’s sad, though, isn’t it?”

“What’s that, Ains?”

“That Kade isn’t here to see Maddox get married, just like he wasn’t at your wedding or Brodie’s.”

Naughton put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. “We all miss him, sweetheart.”
Slade, Heather. Christmas at Butler Ranch (Kindle Locations 558-604). Sparrow Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Of course things aren’t going to go totally smooth for Cris and Ainsley, she has doubts and he isn’t seeing things the way she is.

We learn a lot more about how Laird and Sorcha got together under some difficult circumstances.

Plenty of ups and downs, laughter, tears and surprises in this wonderful visit back to the Butler Ranch.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Heather Slade

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

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

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

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

The Commoner and the Correspondent – The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 3by Heather Slade


The Commoner and the Correspondent
The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

blurb-fall-cornucopia

What could be sexier than British-accented spy?
Put him in a tuxedo and hand him a brandy.

A commoner buried in his work.
A correspondent in over her head.
Fiery and furious, they dig deep into the throes of passion.

THE COMMONER

Reporters need to back off. I’ve got a job to do. Being overworked, overwhelmed, and underappreciated, the last thing this M15 agent needs is a sexy and incredibly persuasive journalist knocking me off my game. But the terror in her eyes tells me she needs me—in more ways than one.

THE CORRESPONDENT

The byline of a lifetime. Every reporter wants to unearth the biggest news story to hit the globe. And I’m close—so close. But when a body is left on my floor with a note, “You’re next!” I know I’m in over my head. Can this correspondent let down her guard and let the commoner take over?

While each book in the Royal Agents of MI6 series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order.
______________________
NOTE:
Previously released as Pinch.

buy-links-fall-cornucopia

review-fall-cornucopia

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

My father and grandfather before him were the head groundskeepers at the abbey. As a child, the three Whittaker siblings and I had explored every nook and cranny of the vast estate. While my father lived in a modest cottage rather than in the abbey itself or in one of the other manor houses, I’d always considered the estate my home in the same way the Whittakers did.

“I thought that’s where you were taking me.”

“No.” I didn’t tell her about Wilder’s offer, or that I preferred being farther away from London.

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

She looked out the window even though it was too dark to see anything.

“You’re not surprised.”

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

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

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

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

“Are you going back to London tonight?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

That surprised her enough that she turned and looked at me. “Tomorrow?”

I shook my head. “You are, for all intents and purposes, under protective custody.”

“I’m in custody?”

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

“There must be others who could do that.”

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

“You don’t even like me.”

True statement, although it was more the job she did and how it impacted my investigations that I didn’t care for.

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

“No.”

“So why?”

She shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry I did that.”

“Are you refusing to answer my question?”

“To be honest with you, I don’t know why.”

I saw a slight nod of understanding.

“Thank you for the apology.”

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

“Tell me about your parents.”

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

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

“I never doubted they loved me.”

“But?”

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

I didn’t hear hurt in her voice; I heard acceptance.

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

“Yes. I was at university.”

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

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

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

“Why journalism?”

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

“How so?”

“She was more of a social reporter.”

“How would you describe yourself?”

“Investigative.”

“As I well know.”

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

Esland stood. “Where am I sleeping?”

“Bedroom.”

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

“Not up for discussion.”

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

“Sometimes.”

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

I watched Esland walk away, knowing her estimation was dead-on. Darrow would say that I consistently refused to compromise, that I wouldn’t apologize, or even try to see things her way. I could hear her voice in my head, saying all of those things. Not that she was any less stubborn than I was.
Heather Slade. The Commoner and the Corresondent (Kindle Locations 346-401). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book Three.

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

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

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

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

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Coming Soon!

about-the-author-fall-cornucopia

Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog

author-links-fall-cornucopia

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Sainted – The Invincibles Book 8 By Heather Slade


Sainted
The Invincibles Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

He’s a playboy MI6 agent
trying to change his ways.
She’s a future minister jilted at the altar.
Together, they’re INVINCIBLE.

SAINT

I’ve got a reputation to mend—a lifestyle to correct. Hell, I’m no saint; I like my women. But I want this job more than anything. Walking the straight and narrow is going to be hard, but being an INVINCIBLE is even harder. But the hardest job of all: not torturing the deadbeat thug who left a beautiful and innocent woman high and dry.

HARPER

Jilted, alone, and totally broke. Stranded in a foreign country was not exactly my fantasy honeymoon. Yet here I am with no clue how to get out of this. And then out of nowhere, I’m gifted a miracle in the shape of a strong, sexy, and stubborn MI6 agent who insists on being my knight in shining armor. Whoever said that the sinners are much more fun have never met SAINT.

Harper had done something a bit spontaneous after being left at the alter. She decides to go on the honeymoon alone. She’s figures either David would show up or the seat next to her would be empty. Instead a very handsome Englishman takes the seat.

Nivan ‘Saint’ St. Thomas, was fortunate there was a cancellation. He’d been going to ask ‘Money’ McTiernan for help to find Jinyan Tai Man, but when he realized his assistant was the woman he was with the night before, he changed his mind.

The two of them enjoy conversation as they learn about each other. He’s surprised to find she has her degree in Christian Leadership, just as she’s surprised he’s former MI6. When they land he still has some identification that speeds them both through customs and he insists on taking her to her hotel.

That’s where everything begins to go south.

This is a favorite scene.

While Saint had said he was no longer employed by MI6, he still carried some kind of credential that got us through customs in record time. At least that’s what he’d said. I had no way of knowing how long something like that would normally have taken in a place as busy as Heathrow.

He insisted I allow him to take me to the hotel. An older man drove us and when we arrived at the Savoy, Saint also insisted on coming in while I checked in. Maybe I was foolish to be so trusting of a man I’d just met, and on a plane no less. But there was something about him that made me feel safe. More, if it came down to it, I innately knew Saint would protect me.

Unlike my experience with customs, it seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time for the man at the front desk to find my reservation.

“I’m terribly sorry, miss, but I can’t find a reservation for either Godfrey or Lipscomb.”

“I don’t understand. I have a confirmation number.”

He pounded away on the computer keyboard for several more minutes and sighed when Saint, who had excused himself to the gentlemen’s room, returned and inquired about the holdup.

“As I’ve told Miss Lipscomb—”

“Godfrey,” Saint and I said at the same time.

“Right. There is no reservation. From what I can find, it appears it was canceled more than two weeks ago.”

Two weeks?” The words hurt even worse than Mouse telling me Dave had changed his mind about getting married. If he canceled the hotel two weeks ago, he’d known then he had no intention of going through with our wedding.

“You have no rooms available?” Saint asked.

“Completely booked, as are most of the hotels this week.”

“Understood.” Saint led me away from the desk and over to a seating area. “I’m afraid—”

I put my hand on his arm. “I’ve already decided what I’ll do.”

He raised a brow. “You have?”

“It’s easy. I’ll take a cab back to the airport and go home. I shouldn’t have come in the first place.”

“That seems a bit extreme. I’m sure we can find someplace for you to stay so you can at least see London.”

“I’d rather go home.”

He sighed. “Very well, but let’s make arrangements from here. You may not be able to catch a flight out until tomorrow.”

I didn’t know what I’d do if that were the case. However, trying to book a flight from here would be far easier than attempting to navigate an airport as big as Heathrow. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

I pulled out my laptop, connected to the public Wi-Fi, opened my email, and searched for my flight information.

“I don’t understand,” I mumbled when I logged into the airline’s website and searched my confirmation number.

“What?”

“It says the reservation was for a one-way flight. It didn’t say this earlier. I swear it didn’t.”

“Let me see.” Saint took the laptop from my hands and tapped the keyboard. “It appears your return flight was canceled while you were en route.”

“I can’t believe this.” I pulled out my wallet, trying my hardest to get through this without falling apart. “I’ll just buy my own ticket home.”

“No doubt it will be quite pricey at the last minute.”

“No more expensive than staying on here a few more days.”

“True.”

He handed me back my computer and I searched for the cheapest flight I could find. I hit the reserve button before I could talk myself out of it. I knew it would be a far cry from the first class experience I’d just had but I didn’t care. I’d been foolish to get on the plane in the first place. The sooner I was back home, the sooner I could get on with the rest of my life— without Dave in it. Mouse had certainly been right when she called him douchey. Although right now, the words I’d use to describe him were far worse.

With every number of my credit card I entered in, I hit the keys harder. He had to have known I got on the plane, what was now, yesterday. Had he so little regard for me that he couldn’t allow me a ticket home?

I entered my card’s expiration date and security number and waited while the payment was processing. I still had no idea what I’d do until flight time tomorrow, but I’d figure that out in a minute.

My laptop pinged and a red message flashed on the screen. “Payment declined.” As hard as I’d been hitting the keyboard, I’d probably entered the number wrong. But after I reentered it, the same thing happened.

“This can’t be right.” I logged into my credit card company’s website to check my limit, which I knew was far more than the price of the ticket. “Available credit is zero?” I said, not intending to out loud.

Saint took my laptop from my hands, closed the lid, and leaned it up against the side of his chair.

“What are you doing?”

He took both my hands in his. “I fear there is more you will find that will be very upsetting. Rather than do this here, I’m taking you to my flat.”

“But—”

“But nothing. Let’s go, Harper.” He picked up my computer, stuck it in its case, and tucked it under his arm. With the other hand, he grabbed my suitcase and walked toward the door. Once outside, he motioned for his driver to open the back and shoved my belongings inside, before ushering me into the car.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I said a few minutes into our silent drive.

“We’ll be at the flat in a few minutes and we’ll talk then.” He motioned to the man in the front seat and I nodded.

“Where are we?” I asked when we pulled up in front of a crescent-shaped building that looked more like a hotel than a place where someone lived.

“My flat is on the top floor.”

Saint got my bags, and his, out of the car, refusing to let me help him. I followed him in through doors that led to a lobby not unlike the one we’d been in at the hotel— except there was no visible front desk— and over to a bank of elevators. He seemed preoccupied, which made me feel worse about dumping more of my burdens on his shoulders. I just got the feeling that saying so wouldn’t make it better.

Once in the elevator, he set the bag he’d been carrying in his right hand down and pressed his palm to a flat piece of glass. He left it there until we started to move.

The doors opened directly into a foyer where Saint dropped our bags.

“May I use the ladies’ room?”

“Of course. My apologies.” He showed me down a hallway. “First door on your right.”

When I came out, he had poured two drinks, handed one to me, and motioned for me to be seated.

“I’m going to ask you a question that may seem intrusive.”

“Go ahead.”

“Did you and Lipscomb share financial accounts?”

“Not until recently.”

“When specifically?”

What he was suggesting dawned on me and my stomach sank. “A month ago.”

He nodded. “Were your assets significant?”

“Not really. I had some savings— a small inheritance from my grandmother.”

Saint leaned forward and placed his hand on top of mine, a look I couldn’t quite decipher on his face. “I suspect you may find your credit cards maxed out and your funds withdrawn from the accounts.”

The pit that had sunk my stomach was growing into a rock. As much as I didn’t want to look to confirm his suspicions, I knew I had to.

When I stood to get my laptop, Saint reached out and grabbed my wrist. “You don’t need to do this now.”

“I do.”

He nodded, stood, walked into another room, and returned seconds later. “Wi-Fi info,” he said, handing me a piece of paper.

I murmured my thanks, hoping what Saint suggested about the state of my finances was wrong, even though in my gut I somehow knew he was right.

Sure enough, Dave had withdrawn almost every penny sometime yesterday. What in God’s name would I do now?

My laptop slid to the floor with a thud. I put my head in my hands and cried.
Heather Slade. Sainted (Kindle Locations 341-414). The Invincibles Book Eight.

Saint is more than helpful and encourages Harper to stay for a while in England while he finds out where her money is.

I love the way these two fall for each other, while the attraction has been there since they met, it grows rapidly as Saint shows her London and some of the surrounding areas. Including the area where he grew up and an introduction to a Vicar who could use some help.

This book is lots of fun, with a bit of political intrigue, and just a touch of sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

<

Coming Soon!


Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

The Lord and the Spy – The Royal Agents of MI6 by Heather Slade


The Lord and the Spy
The Royal Agents of MI6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

What is sexier than a billionaire English-accented spy?
Put him in a tuxedo and make him a lord.

An MI-5 agent shattering the “forbidden” in love.
Homeland Security’s breaking hearts and taking names.
Reckless and ruthless, the lord and the spy are uncovering more than just secrets…

THE LORD

Espionage, secrets, and all the other crap my team wants me tight-lipped about. And that’s fine. I’m used to life undercover. As an MI5 agent, I take on a lot. It’s who I am, and what I do. But the fiery new weapon for US Homeland Security is more dangerous than anything I’ve touched—or tasted—before. With her curves and sass, she’s dangerous and powerful. Let’s be honest, she’s never faced off against me though. I’ve got tricks to make anyone cave.

THE SPY

Poisonous, deadly, and perilous, I know how they see me—and why they fear me. With terrorist attacks piling up, there are enemies to take down, and I’m going to make them defenseless. But my number one target right now is a sexy and strong MI5 agent. If I shatter his heart, so be it. If I shatter mine, oh well. It takes more than just a lady to weaken that LORD.

NOTE:
While each book in the Royal Agents of MI6 series is a standalone with its own HEA, they may be more enjoyable read in order. Previously released as Wilder.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo google_play_logo_002_002

Finley “Wren” Harlow has arrived to extradite Michael Caird to the US. She has the paperwork she just has to get past the rest of the red-tape. Unfortunately for her, the UK lower courts approval of the extradition gets rescinded before she can take custody.MI5’s Agent Sutton “Wilder” Whittaker is in charge of the case, and he finds himself very attracted to Wren from the moment they meet. What he has to do is get her to participate in a little subterfuge so she’ll stay on the case in England.This of course is against what her boss at DHS wants. It’s also her boss who is known to Wilder, and not for a good reason.

This is a favorite scene.

He led me up the same winding staircase and into one of the rooms with a lit fireplace that I’d noticed earlier. Once inside, he pulled the pocket door closed behind us.

“Mighty cozy,” I drawled.

Wilder motioned to the table and held my chair. The formal place setting in front of me was as eclectic as everything else I’d laid eyes on since walking into the Five Hertford. There was no doubt it was the finest mismatched silver I’d ever seen.

“Dinner will be served shortly,” Wilder said, joining me at the table after making a brief call on the old-fashioned-looking phone sitting on a small side table next to the two chairs that faced the fireplace.

“May I?” He motioned to an open bottle of wine.

“Please.” I watched as he poured, twisting the bottle effortlessly so as not to spill a drop as he lifted it away from my glass.

“Are all of the dining rooms this private?”

“Not at all. In fact, most of the other rooms are quite a bit larger.”

He placed his napkin on his lap, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the edge of the table.

“Please say whatever is on your mind,” I said, trying to shake off my discomfort over my earlier frankness.

“I have a proposition for you.”

In an act that would’ve been pure drama, I considered tossing my napkin on the table and walking out, but something told me that my attempt at humor might fall flat.

“I didn’t phrase that very well. I didn’t mean it the way you’re probably thinking.”

“You have the floor, Agent Whittaker. Speak your piece.”

Wilder sat back in his chair. “I know that I suggested we leave our siblings behind while we enjoyed dinner, but I must admit, mine brought something to my attention earlier that I find myself anxious to give him credit for.”

“And what was that?”

“He said, in essence, we both want the same thing.”

He waited as though he was giving me time to protest.

“Very well,” he murmured when I didn’t say anything. “You want to extradite Caird to the US in order to question him about whom he was working with. The UK seeks the same information.”

“And your brother’s suggestion?”

“We work together.”

“I assume he’s suggesting that it be done in the UK.”

“You are aware that Matthew is mentally ill.”

“Our government would conduct their own tests to determine the validity of his illness.”

“He wouldn’t survive it.”

“The tests?”

“The trip to the US.”

Before I could ask what he meant, there was a rap at the door. Wilder waited for me to nod before he stood and slid it open.

Something that smelled absolutely divine was wheeled in on a cart and dramatically placed in front of me.

“Lobster bisque,” the server announced as he removed the silver dome.

“I can assure you there is none better anywhere in the world,” Wilder said as the server placed the same in front of him.

“Is there anything else I can bring at this time, sir?” the man asked.

“Nothing for me, thank you,” I answered when both Wilder and the waiter looked at me.

“Shall I close the door on my way out, sir?” he asked.

“Please,” Wilder answered. “Where were we?”

“Caird’s extradition and our unwillingness to take no for an answer.”

Wilder smiled. “There’s no point in continuing that conversation. SIS will never agree to it.”

“My assignment is strictly to extradite a man who is wanted for crimes committed in the United States. The treaty is quite clear—”

Wilder held up his hand. “I am aware of the extradition treaty.”

“You are also aware that your own courts have determined that you must release him to my custody.”

Wilder sighed. “What they determined is that there is cause for extradition. Not that he should be released.”

“Same difference.”

He smiled. “Are you enjoying the bisque?”

“Not half as much as the conversation.”

That made him laugh out loud. “I’m disappointed that you don’t appear as eager to collaborate as I am.”

“You’re only interested in collaboration because you know that soon the suspect will be out of your jurisdiction.”

There was another rap on the door, and before Wilder could summon the person in, the door opened and someone other than the previous server came in.

“I’m terribly sorry to disturb,” the man said. “But there is an urgent call for you, sir.”

“Excuse me.” Wilder stood, not appearing surprised by the intrusion.

When the door closed behind him, I pulled out my cell phone only to find that I had no signal. It wasn’t surprising, given the exclusivity of the club; however, it left me annoyed at my inability to at least check my email.
Heather Slade. The Lord and the Spy (Kindle Locations 322-368). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book Two.

This book had me gasping in surprise more than once as the complex tale unfolds. There are many twists, even as these two try unsuccessfully to avoid a relationship.

Plenty of heat, many surprises and suspense. I can’t wait for the next book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Coming Soon!

Heather Slade

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

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

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

newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Onyx – K19 Security Solutions Book 10 by Heather Slade


Onyx
K19 Security Solutions Book 10
By
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

ONYX

A crash and a coma has grounded me. Without flight, I’m a pilot without wings. I refuse to give up, give in. I need to be back in the air with nothing but gravity threatening me. For now, I’m recovering at the winery, biding my time. The last thing I need is a distraction to deter me from my goals—even if she’s a mirror image of the woman who stole and shattered my heart.

BLANCA

Answers, that’s all I’m after. My sister’s gone, and I’m hellbent on uncovering the truth. These guys—even as sexy and as rugged as they are—have the knowledge I want. I’ll stop at nothing to know what happened. Even if it means getting closer than I know I should. It won’t be easy though—Onyx is one cold and hardened stone.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo

It’s Thanksgiving a year since Onyx was shot and the plane crashed. A month in a coma and rehab for his injuries has been more than a bit hard since he can no longer pilot a plane. He’s visiting family now and is about to get quite the surprise.

Blanca Descanso is Sofia’s(Corazón) twin sister. Her father has died and left her with a sort of mission. The one thing she wants to know is what happened to her sister and she believes Montano (Onyx) has those answers. She’s forgotten it’s Thanksgiving since she’s lived in Europe for so long and that in itself becomes interesting. As she finally gets the chance to speak with Montano, their interrupted by a phone call. Some came to the winery looking for Blanca, she has no idea who it could be and now everyone’s on high alert.

Fortunately where Blanca’s headed has an ally in Owen ‘Ranger’ Messick and they will be able to keep her safe while looking for whatever it is Sofia left her. Unfortunately she makes a stop in Manhattan first, doing some touristy things.

Onyx and Ranger get word that Hatchet is on the circle line boat with her and things immediately change pace. I really loved Blanca’s reaction to meeting up with them and also how this part plays out with Onyx.

This is a favorite scene before they head to the Adirondacks.

Instead, I arrived at seven and ordered a drink from the bar. The lobby was small, so from where I sat, I could easily see Blanca exit the elevator.

I made use of the time by mentally assessing the team. Ranger and Swan were staked out near the restaurant I’d chosen. Wasp sent another report that Hatchet’s twenty hadn’t changed, and once Blanca came downstairs and the town car I’d made arrangements for arrived, Buster would be our driver for the evening.

Over dinner, I planned to get Blanca to tell me what Hatchet had said to her, but not at the expense of adding to her anxiety. Since my intention was to spend as much time with her as I could, we’d eventually have that conversation.

I took a sip of my drink and rolled my shoulders. My muscles were stiff from lack of exercise, like they were when I was at my parents’ place. Once we got to the lake, I had to get back into my regular routine, or I’d wind up in too much pain to be helpful if Blanca was in danger.

I heard the ding of the elevator, looked up, and saw her take a step out. She faced the street, her back to me, but I had no complaints about the view. The woman, from any direction, was a walking goddess. Her long dark hair had more red highlights in it than Sofia’s had and hung down her back in soft curls that made me want to weave my fingers in them.

The way her white dress clung to her full, round, perky ass made me want to cup those perfect cheeks with my palms. She spun around on her stiletto heels and smiled when she saw me studying her.

I stood and walked in her direction, holding out my hand when we were close enough that she could take it.

“You’re stunning.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks, pink from spending the afternoon in the sun and on the water, grew more so, and her beautiful smile spread across her face.

The halter-style dress she wore made her already bigger-than-average breasts look even larger. It was all I could do not to tear my gaze from hers and look down at them.

“Ready?” I asked when I saw Buster pull up out front.

She looked around the bar area. “Where’s Ranger?”

“He won’t be joining us.”

“Oh.”

Was that disappointment I heard in her voice? Was her only reason for getting so dolled up to impress him? It sure as hell wouldn’t have been for me, now would it? As far as Blanca was concerned, I was her dead sister’s boyfriend.

“I’ll do my best to be a worthy second choice as your dinner companion,” I said, winking through my discomfort.

“Second choice? Um, no, that isn’t what I meant. I just…”

“It’s okay. I understand. He reminds you of his brother, Jimmy.”

Blanca laughed and put her arm through mine. “That isn’t what I meant either, but it doesn’t matter.”

We’d been in the town car for several minutes, me studying her while her focus was on the views we passed by.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask where we were going.”

“Hmm?” She turned toward me. “I’m sure wherever you’ve chosen will be lovely.”

If they didn’t look so much alike, I would’ve questioned whether Blanca and Sofia were even related. The twin seated beside me wasn’t just warmer, calmer, more alluring, she possessed a grace I hadn’t witnessed in her sister.

“What took you to Europe?”

She sat back against the seat and looked down at her hands. “It was the farthest place from home I could come up with at the time.”

“Where specifically?”

“Italy. I must’ve watched Under the Tuscan Sun thirty times when I was a teenager. I was obsessed.”

“Is that where you stayed the whole time you were over there?”

“For the most part. I traveled around quite a bit for my work.”

“Which is?”

Her cheeks flushed again. “I’m a writer.”

“What do you write?”

Blanca turned her head toward the window. “Fiction, mainly.”

“You gonna make me drag it out of you, sis?”

“It isn’t that interesting, honestly.”

I leaned closer. “Let me guess. You write that Fifty Shades stuff?”

“Not quite.”

“Okay. You don’t want to tell me now. I’ll get it out of you later.” I rested my hand on the seat between us like hers was and brushed her pinky with mine. “Just joshin’. I’ll stop buggin’ you.”

“It’s a little racier than that.”

“Wait. What? It’s racier?”

Blanca raised her chin. “Yes.”

“Well, damn, sis. Can I read it?”

She laughed out loud, and, wow, it was a beautiful sound. “Maybe some day.”

“You write under a pseudonym or your own name?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Damn, girl…” What? What could I say to her? I wish I’d known you before your twin because I think you’re the prettiest, smartest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met? Fuck. This was a major Charlie Foxtrot, if there ever was one.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep. Fine and dandy. Hey, if you loved Italy, then I think you’re going to enjoy where we’re having dinner.”

When we pulled up to the most exclusive hardest-to-snag-a-reservation-at restaurant in all of New York City, Blanca’s mouth dropped open.

“You’re kidding. We aren’t really eating here.”

“Sure, we are.”

“Why? How?”

The owner of the restaurant was someone I used to pilot for occasionally. Since I had no intention of telling Blanca why I wouldn’t be returning to that particular career, I kept my answer simple. “I know a guy.”
Heather Slade. Onyx (Kindle Locations 554-606). K19 Security Solutions Book Ten.

There is definitely an attraction here, and once they hit the lake and the cabins (called camps), things change in so many respects. Onyx learns she’s looking for something Sofia left for her and Ranger and him are sure that’s what everyone is after as well. Ranger’s brother Jimmy also shows up and there are many twists and turns.

Plenty of fun and romance interspersed with the intrigue and suspense as this story unfolds. You won’t be able to put this book down.

I’m so glad Onyx will have his own division of K19, I can’t wait for that series to start!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

The Duke and the Assassin – The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 1 by Heather Slade


The Duke and the Assassin
The Royal Agents of MI6 Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

An M16 agent falling for the wrong woman.
A Russian with secrets to hide.
And the passion that defies the rules…

THE DUKE

My team. My family. My allegiance. As a duke, the boundaries and loyalties are clear. I may be the Marquess of Wells with a stoic and rigid father on his deathbed, but I have desires and needs that break those boundaries. Falling for an assassin may be an issue. But I haven’t faced a problem yet that I can’t solve—other than assembling a crib.

THE ASSASSIN

Secrets. Lies. Deception. As a Russian assassin, I’m riddled with it all. Now, with a ten-million-dollar bounty on my head, there’s no way I can get out alive. But the irresistible and incorrigible duke thinks otherwise. He wants me in his life, in his arms, and in his bed. There’s no declining the desires of a duke. And quite frankly, I have no intentions of denying him anything.

NOTE:
This book was previously published under the title of Shiver, it has been extensively re-edited.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo google_play_logo_002_002

The determination of Thornton ‘Shiver’ Whittaker, the Marquess of Wells, to locate the love of his life, Orina ‘Losha’ Kuznetsov, is quite the project. He has agents all over keeping their eye out for her. It’s MI5 agent Axel ‘Pinch’ Fulton, who finds her in Finland. Axel is the Whittaker estate gardener’s son and one of Shiver’s best friends.

Before he can follow her, he has to speak with his mother, Duchess Victoria, his brother Sutton ‘Wilder’ and sister Darrow. With his father the Duke fading he has decisions to make especially with regards to his position with MI6.

Shiver does finally locate and reunite with Orina in the US.

This is a favorite scene.

Fear, longing, regret, and hunger all rowed within me. I took several deep breaths in an attempt to settle my racing heart. Just being in Losha’s presence again flooded my system with adrenaline.

The baby looked so much like her that I yearned to just sit and stare at him. There had been a point in time when I wondered what she’d looked like as a child. Now I knew, at least as a baby.

Kazmir. That’s what she’d named him. When she said it, I could feel the pride and love that poured out of her. There was no question the baby was Losha’s. But who was the father? Would she tell me if I asked, or would she refuse, saying it was none of my business?

When we arrived at the house, I waited behind them for the gate to open and then followed them inside the compound.

Gunner came out of one of the front doors and walked over to the car. “Shiver.”

“It’s good to see you.” We embraced, patting each other on the back.

“Listen—”

“It’s okay, Gunner. I understand.”

“I’m relieved to hear it.”

I watched Losha get the baby out of the car seat. “Can I help?”

“Do you want me to take him?” Zary asked.

Losha shook her head. “We’ll be fine.”

“What can I do?” I asked when Zary and Gunner walked to the door I’d seen him come out of.

“The house code is 1223,” she said, motioning to the keypad.

“Got it.” I opened the door when the lock clicked and held it for her. “Do you need anything from the car?”

“Not for now,” Losha said, shifting the baby to her other hip. “He’s hungry.”

I nodded.

“Will it make you uncomfortable?”

“What’s that?”

“If I feed him.”

I shook my head, wondering why she thought it might. When she sat and unfastened the buttons on her shirt, I understood, watching in fascination as the baby found his mother’s breast. When his tiny hand rested near Losha’s face, I felt certain it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I looked up and found her studying me in the same way I’d been studying her baby.

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Letting me… in.” I was so emotionally overcome, I couldn’t think of the right words to describe the way I was feeling. “I never…”

“What, Shiver? You never what?”

I ran my hand through my hair, glancing back at the baby. “Dreamed that anything so beautiful existed.”

“I know,” she whispered. “He takes my breath away.”

“Not just him. Both of you. I’m so in awe I can hardly speak.”

Losha’s eyes filled with tears, and she turned her head away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“What for, Losha? Why are you sorry?”

“So many things.”

I looked out at the ocean. “Me too. So many things.” In that moment, I was consumed by regret. Why couldn’t this have been something we’d done together? Why had she shared this miracle with someone other than me? I wanted to shout the questions at her, while at the same time, never wanting to know the answers.

“Can you ever forgive me?” I thought I heard her say.

“What ever for?”

She shrugged, her eyes resting on her baby.

“I would never begrudge you this happiness, Losha. Not ever. It’s so obvious that you were meant to be a mother. I would never dream of wishing anything else for you or him.”

“But…”

“Who is he, Losha?”

“What do you mean?”

“Who is the man you loved enough to have a child with? Who is the man you loved in a way you could never love me?”
Heather Slade. The Duke and the Assassin (Kindle Locations 929-965). The Royal Agents of MI6 Book One.

Things get a bit crazy as Shiver’s father dies. Losha and her friend Zary discover a bomb in the townhouse they were staying at. It’s here that many people get involved to keep them safe.

Some of my favorite characters show up in this book, there’s plenty of suspense and intrigue as well as a fair amount of family drama. Shiver and Losha have many ups and downs, but their love is very apparent right from the start and extends to their son.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Heather Slade

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

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

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

newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Win Me Over – Cowboys of Crested Butte Book 5 by Heather Slade


Win Me Over
Cowboys of Crested Butte Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Slade

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Bullet Simmons never rides shotgun, but there is no question, Tristan McCullough has taken control of the wheel.

Bad boy, bull rider Bullet Simmons has a good heart, he just has trouble in the decision-making department. When he meets Tristan McCullough, he vows to win her over, and convince her that he is worthy of a Lost Cowboy sponsorship. But can he become the kind of man her family’s brand represents? Tristan says she doesn’t believe he can, but there’s something about the cowboy that makes her hope she’s wrong.

Hired as a hand with Flying R Rough Stock, Bullet Simmons, dreams of one day becoming a world champion bull rider. But after the death of his baby boy’s mama, he doesn’t know how he’s going to juggle raising his son, working for Flying R, and riding bulls.

Billy Patterson needs someone to convince his daddy to raise broncs on their ranch in Black Forest. Enter Bullet. If Bullet can help convince him, Billy says Flying R will not only sponsor him, but they’ll arrange for Bullet to have his own personal bull riding coach.

Tristan McCullough swore off bad boys in college when the bull rider she was certain was “the one,” broke her heart. When Lost Cowboy teams up with Flying R Rough Stock to sponsor competitors out on the rodeo circuit, Bullet’s twin sister, Lyric, challenges her to consider sponsoring Bullet. As much as Tristan tells herself she’ll never fall for another cowboy, this one particular bull rider becomes harder and harder for her to resist—especially when she finds herself alone with him for a week at Colorado Black Mountain Ranch.

As we follow Bullet and Tristan’s stories, we also take a peek into the history of beloved characters Bill and Dottie Patterson. What brought the two together, and why has Bill vowed never to have anything to do with rodeo for the rest of his life?

Favorite characters from the Rice and Patterson families pay us a visit, and also serve to help these two “lost” souls come together.

We’ve gotten to know Lyric pretty well in the previous books, we know she has a twin but haven’t really seen him. Bullet is Lyric’s twin, and he’s quite the character. He’s a bull-rider, a flirt, and he has two children, only one of which is with his wife.

As this book opens Bullet’s wife dies, she had bipolar disease and her mood swings were brutal. When Bullet left her sleeping, with her parents due back soon, he never thought she would take her own life. While he feels guilty, he has his child to think about. As such he accepts a position with Flying R Rough Stock and also their sponsorship for his riding.

Tristan and her father own Lost Cowboy, western wear for cowboys. She’s also the face of the company for many meetings. Such is the reason she’s heading to the Flying R to firming up a a sponsorship deal. She feels the almost magnetic pull to Bullet, yet she also recognizes the player in him. He isn’t the type for her company to sponsor. Perhaps though he’s the actual Lost Cowboy, one who needs to find his way.

This is a favorite scene.

The door opened and Bullet walked in, carrying Grey. He’d been standoffish to her since the other night even though she’d tried to apologize more than once. Each time, he’d waved her off.

“Mornin’,” he said, more to Liv than to her.

“Good morning to you, too. How’s my big boy today?” Liv walked over and took Grey out of Bullet’s arms.

“You sure about this, ma’am?”

“There are at least two things I’m sure about. One, you know my name. It’s Liv, and I expect you to use it. Two, Caden has been asking me for over an hour when her buddy Grey is going to be here. She’ll be thrilled to see him, which makes my life much easier.”

Liv unbuttoned Grey’s jacket and went in the direction of the family room, where Caden was playing. Tristan heard the little girl squeal when she saw her playmate.

“He loves comin’ over here.” Bullet shuffled his feet. “And she’s so great to make it seem like she ain’t doin’ me a favor when she watches him.” He looked at the floor, then the ceiling, then over her head, in the direction of the family room. Everywhere but at her.

“Bullet, I want you to know how sorry I am about what I said the other night. What you do isn’t any of my business. I don’t know the first thing about being a parent, or a bull rider. I’m in no position to judge you.”

“I told you before not to worry about it.” He still didn’t look at her. “My life is a mess right now, and I’m workin’ hard to get it right. As right as I can anyway, considerin’ my son no longer has a mama.”

Tristan’s eyes filled with tears.

“It ain’t nothin’ for you to cry about. We don’t need you feelin’ sorry for us.”

At least he finally looked at her. “I don’t feel sorry for you, Bullet. Or Grey. It’s just that I understand—”

“Forgive me for leavin’ in the middle of your sentence, but if I don’t, I’m gonna say somethin’ I’ll regret. I will say this, though.” He walked closer, his eyes boring into hers as he did. “You don’t understand anything about my life, or my son’s life. Nothing at all.”

When Bullet stormed out of the front door, Tristan closed her eyes and waited for it to slam behind him, but it didn’t.

It wasn’t her fault. It was his. But he couldn’t help it. Every time he looked at her, he saw his own shortcomings. He’d wasted a hell of a lot of the last couple of years having fun, not thinking about the consequences of his actions. He had two kids to prove it.
Slade, Heather. Cowboys of Crested Butte Boxed Set Volume 1. Kindle Locations (16672-16696). Sparrow Publishing. Kindle Edition.

As Bullet works to find his way, he and Tristen also bump heads. She’s watching him and he’s watching her a dance of a sort.

There are many twists and turns in this book and Bullet rises to the occasion once he realizes what he really wants. It’s not a surprise that he gets together with Tristen and the way it happens is almost typical for this plotting family.

We also get a close look at Dottie and Bill’s relationship, it’s quite the love story.

I wonder if we’ll see more of theses characters in future books. This author tends to have folks show up everywhere.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Collection Books 1-5!

Individually!

Heather Slade

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

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

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


newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page