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Ruthless Traitor – 82nd Street Vandals Book 3 by Heather Long


Ruthless Traitor
82nd Street Vandals Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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At the heart of it all was a secret and a lie.

A secret we didn’t tell her.

A lie we told ourselves.

Emersyn Sharpe is more than just the girl we watched over. She’s very much the woman who fits us.

The last thing we should have done was take her and the worst thing we did was keep her, but she needs us. I think, more than one of us—myself included—needs her.

The secret wasn’t ours to share and the lie?

I bought into the lie that keeping her was saving her. The lie that persuading her to trust us was needed. The lie that falling in love with her was as natural as breathing.

It didn’t matter if I wasn’t alone in falling into this trap. It mattered that when the trap closed, it put her on one side and us on the other.

Damn and we were so close too…

My name is Vaughn Westbrook and I’ll be damned if I give up now.

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RUTHLESS TRAITOR is a full length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book three in the series.

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The first thing I have to say here is if you haven’t read the first two books STOP and go read them first!

This books does start where Vicious Rebel ended, but not right away. You see we need to know about Milo (Raptor) and Ivy (Emersyn), the guys and how they came to be such a unit, and Emersyn’s past as well.

All these things are interspersed perfectly with the present and make this book full of so much emotion. Emersyn is not only dealing with the possibility of a brother but Milo separates her from the others by sending her to Liam’s.

I love Miss Stephanie, she was instrumental in these boys staying together as they went through the system. That she’s also Doc’s sister was an interesting twist.

We meet Emersyn’s best friend Elaine ‘Lainey’ Benedict in flashbacks and in current texts. She’s pretty much the only one Emersyn trusts without reservation.

Two other people we meet are Lainey’s step-brother Adam Reed and his friend/sidekick Ezra Graham. These two are very important in that they are part of the reason Liam is not ‘with’ the Vandals.

There’s just so much going on with the guys and Liam that Emersyn gets isolated again, something she hates. Getting to see them really becomes something to fight for.

My favorite scene doesn’t have Emersyn in it but it is about her.

Squaring his shoulders, Freddie put his hands on his hips. While he was probably the leanest of all of us and a good two inches shorter than Milo, he lifted his chin and stared at him.

“Let’s start with how you’re treating Boo-Boo.”

Oh. Fuck.

Instead of blowing up, like he’d done just about any other time Emersyn had been mentioned, Milo just stared at him as he sipped his coffee and waited.

“She belongs here, not at Liam’s. She belongs with people who care about her— not saying Liam doesn’t—” Right on cue, Jasper let out an exasperated growl and Vaughn ground his teeth. Rome snorted again and when he caught me looking at him, he just gave a shrug. “The point is,” Freddie pressed on, ignoring the responses he’d gotten so far. “Boo-Boo is one of us. You may not like it, but that doesn’t change facts. You didn’t want me to be one of us either, but look how delightful I make life.”

Milo held up a single finger and Freddie paused. “I’ve never said you weren’t one of us. The only thing I ever wanted for you was for you to be safe and to make safe choices.”

The silence grew taut for a moment, then Freddie relaxed a fraction and spread his hands.

“Fine, I’ll accept that. But there were plenty of times when it felt like you didn’t want me.” That was news to me and apparently to Milo, but not Jasper, who just pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The flame illuminated his bruised face. Fuck that made me hurt for him. He and Raptor had fought every single fucking day, until the last two.

If nothing else, having someone to torture seemed to be bonding them again. Maybe we should pick up a spare, in case we needed it after this one expired.

“Boo-Boo has been alone for way too long and fuck knows Liam is not the most entertaining guy. No offense, Rome,” he said over his shoulder and Rome just shrugged.

“None taken.”

I couldn’t help it a chuckle escaped me. “See,” Freddie said, pointing at me. “I’m entertaining. Vaughn is entertaining. Even Jasper, when he’s not being a grumpy puss, is entertaining. Liam’s just a dick. No offense, Rome.”

The twin in question just flipped him off, but there was a hint of a smile around his mouth. A door creaked open on the far side of the warehouse and Doc stepped in out of the sunshine.

“The point is, here, Boo-Boo is with more of us. She’s not stuck locked up all by herself, which for your information she hates. She hated it here. She’s going to hate it there. For a second thing, we were getting her up to speed on movies. Do you have any idea of how many movies she hasn’t seen? Dude, she didn’t even know what Lord of the Rings was until we watched it. She doesn’t like horror movies, but she will watch them if we warn her about the bloody parts.” Freddie made a face then grinned. “Though, I don’t think it bothers her as much as she says it does.”

“No,” Vaughn said, agreeing with Freddie. “She always peeks between her fingers or hides behind one of us and watches over our shoulder.”

Jasper huffed a laugh. “Or uses one of our hands to hide her eyes and then peeks around it.”

“Exactly,” Freddie said. “And when she’s here, there’s real food and she’s trying to learn to cook. She’s absolutely horrible at it.”

Hey… “She is not,” I argued. “She’s never had anyone show her how before. She grew up with servants. What the hell do we expect?”

“A really prissy bitch who couldn’t be bothered to do dishes,” Freddie countered and he faced me instead of Milo when he said that, and it was a good thing. Cause at the words ‘prissy bitch’ Milo’s face turned to the thunder. “But she’s not. She likes trying to figure things out.”

“Yeah,” I admitted with a sigh. “She does. She almost had scrambled eggs down.” Which had been kind of cool. I liked that she listened when I showed her how to do things. She didn’t argue that there had to be another way. “It was the same when she came to the shop. She’s never seen the inside of engine before.”

Her excitement had been a delight.

“She likes painting,” Rome admitted and that pulled everyone’s attention. “Not doing it. She liked watching me do it. She doesn’t ask a lot of questions, even when she wants to. She adjusts to the people around her. Like she doesn’t need me to tell her I prefer it quiet when I work, she’s just peaceful.”

Milo frowned.

“She is curious when she has questions though,” I said. “If she thinks we’ll answer, she’ll ask.”

“And she’s fun,” Freddie pointed out. “Boo-Boo works hard even here, she trained in the studio every day after her bruises and broken bones healed. She watches what she eats. A little too much, but she’s not fussy if we don’t have what she wants. I mean, we’d get her anything, but she doesn’t ask.”

“Except when there are too many carbs,” Vaughn grumbled and Jasper snorted, then even he nodded.

“I swear to fuck— if it has too many carbs, and she adds an hour to her workout or more. It makes me fucking tired watching her.”

“Liar,” Freddie said, calling Jasper out. “You’re a greedy fuck about watching her dance. You don’t want to let the rest of us, but you went in there all the time.”

That was true.

“Do you blame me?” Jasper retorted.

“Nope,” Freddie said. “Just like I loved the fact she read to me.”

I hid a smile, because not everyone knew about that.

“While I was detoxing and in hell, she sat outside that door on that cold floor and read me books through the door. Crazy series, chick ends up with all these guys, who form their own gang.”

Milo made a sound and Freddie spun to face him.

“I didn’t buy her the book, I don’t even know where she got it. But it’s a cool story. We’re not done with it yet, Aaron’s missing and we haven’t gotten him back.”

“Who the fuck is Aaron?” Doc asked.

“Guy in a book,” Jasper said, before Freddie could go off on a tear.

“Exactly.” As if that summed it all up, Freddie faced Milo. “We know Boo-Boo. We care about her. She belongs here, with us. So why won’t you bring her back?”

“Because she doesn’t belong here, Freddie,” Milo answered him in a soft voice. “She belongs to a better world.”

“Well, the one she was in wasn’t better,” Doc said before any of us could interject. “If it had been, they wouldn’t have brought her to me all busted up and broken.”

I held my breath, and I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one.

“You can tell yourself all you like that world is better for her, Milo. But she didn’t want to go back to it. She had the chance. She asked me to help her and I said I would, but she got out of here on her own.”

That was news to a few people, Jasper’s entire demeanor changed and he glared at Doc, but didn’t move.

“I found her walking, in the cold, just away, and I picked her up. Took her all the way back to her hotel… and at the last minute, she walked away from there, too. So, I brought her back to my clinic so she could think.”

Doc had everyone’s attention. I got it. I knew she’d left, she’d admitted as much. She’d also told me she chose to come back and if we were where she wanted to be, then I wouldn’t fight her on it. Even if I wanted her somewhere safer. Her choice.

“She chose to come back here. To these fuckers.” He gestured to all of us, and Rome wasn’t the only one who flipped Doc off at that statement. Not that he gave a damn. “If she wants to be here, Kid. You gotta stop pushing her away and punishing her.”
Heather Long. Ruthless Traitor ARC: 82nd Street Vandals (Kindle Locations 2493-2555).

We learn a lot more about Liam, who up until now has only been on the periphery of the story. Now he’s becoming an integral part.

Pretty much anything I could say about this book is a spoiler, so let me say there are some close calls, action, mistakes, OMG sizzle and holy moly, that ending!

I really need the next book, sooner rather than later…

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Get In The Halloween Spirit With The Witch Singer Collection by Heather Long


The Witch Singer Collection
Magic and Mayhem Universe
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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The Witch Singer Book 1

Curses. Vampires. Skunks.
The life of a Witch Singer shouldn’t be this complicated.

After years spent paying off an old debt by working for the vampires, Bridget the Witch Singer receives the opportunity of the lifetime. Solve one vampire’s oops—he turned the wrong person—and she’s a free witch. Desperate to win her freedom, she heads to Assjacket to find the solution to the vampire’s problem and everything goes wrong along the way, including a flat tire, getting sprayed by a skunk and the road trip from hell.

Unfortunately, Martin is no ordinary skunk and his spray is a nervous tick. She does her best to save the beast when her scream accidentally wounds him and springs him from his curse. Good news for Martin, not so good for Bridget who can’t get rid of him. Once in Assjacket, she’s tasked by the BabaYoMama to unite at least two couples and sing at their weddings in order to gain the cure she needs for her freedom.

Bridget’s Witch’s Diary Book 2

How much mischief can a witch with
misfiring magical mojo get into?
Plenty…

Life in Assjacket seems to have achieved an odd normal—if living with a former skunk turned into her professor lover and raising a hot-tempered teenager with out of control magic can be called normal. Bridget wants to embrace her new life except…déjà vu is driving her crazy.

Not to mention she still has to satisfy a deal with the vampires, please the Baba Yaga, get Rika’s wild magic under control, oh and—just in case there wasn’t enough on her plate, she has to learn to compromise with Martin, lest he skunk out on her again.

Impulse control has never been Bridget’s best quality. After Rika summons a highlander from the pages of her novel and declares her intentions to keep him, Bridget is pushed to the end of her tether. Then there’s that déjà vu. Maybe it’s just the repetitive nature of small town life.

Of course, when a witch shows up to take her highlander back, it will take Bridget’s odd little family working together to save Angus.

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Once upon a time in Assjacket…

My story began when a vampire I dubbed Mr. Nasty-Face sent me on a crazy, impossible task to fix his mis-Turnment of a certain succubus. Easy, right? Yeah, then I ran into the skunk who would change my life (and spray me, but let’s forget that memory). Once I got to Assjacket, well, let’s just say I ended up with the teenager who wasn’t—a kind of happily-while-you’re-here scenario. Now my teen is a grown woman with a Highlander for a lover, and I’m left to deal with Gigi. She wants me to find her a happily-for-real-ever-after and I’ve still got to solve my problems.

So to be clear, all I have to do is undo the unbreakable, pair the unpairable, and keep my man happy. One out of three isn’t bad. I’m a witch singer, not a dang miracle worker.

Just sing at a couple of weddings, the Baba Yaga said, it’ll be fun, she said, it’ll solve all your problems…except no weddings are possible with the witched away brides.

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What happens when you are a captive witch and are made an offer you can’t refuse? You get a delightful tale of magic and mayhem.

Bridget has been a captive of the Vampires for many years paying off a debt she incurred by not controlling her magic. She can earn her freedom by finding a way to reverse a turning that should never have happened to begin with. Failure is not an option, so she begins her journey to find the one witch who could help her Baba Yaga whom she “affectionately” calls BabaYoMama.

Let me say this was so much fun to read. Bridget must sing her curses and some of them are hysterical. Talk about switching lyrics. Of course no journey is without it’s trials and tribulations. For Bridget it is a skunk…well a human cursed into a skunk named Martin. He needs to get to Assjacket too so he begs a ride.

One of the bumps in the road is a flat tire, this is a favorite scene.

Panic-fueled adrenaline surged through me as we came to an abrupt halt. Shaking, I glanced at my passenger who had flattened himself against the seat, tail straight up and eyes wide as he looked over his shoulder at me.

“Don’t you dare.” But it was too late. He sprayed me.

And my mouth was open, dammit.

Choking, gagging, and spitting out the foul taste, I managed to get the car into park. Then I did the utterly mature thing— I beat my hands against the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” Martin sounded genuinely contrite. “It’s a nervous habit.”

Hardly mollified by his words or his intentions, I kept pounding my hands on the steering wheel. Tears seemed to gush from my eyes and turned the world into a wavering mess. I couldn’t breathe without smelling the acrid odor. It was everywhere. On me. On my clothes. On my car!

“Witchy-poo?” The skunk in question crept toward me. His soft, doe-eyes swam in my gaze. I could barely make out his white capped and striped black body. The tail, at least, was down, or I think it was. It didn’t really matter.

I’d spent years stuck in service to vamps because I said one wrong damn word. Then of course, there was the bill I ran up trying to escape that racket. Then the bill I ran up when I realized they weren’t going to let me go. That was neither here nor there. I had a chance. A chance to fix Nasty-Face’s stupid mistake— not that I thought one single solution actually existed in the universe, but I’d take what I could get.

All I had to do was get to fucking Assjacket. I slammed my palm on the steering wheel once for every word in that sentence. Martin touched me with a paw, and it served as a tipping point for every damn thing that had gone wrong in my life since open bar karaoke.

I screamed.
Long, Heather. The Witch Singer: Magic and Mayhem Universe (The Witch Singer Book 1) (Kindle Locations 371-385). Kindle Edition.

There are lots of surprises along the way and even more once they reach their destination. So much fun and laughter, I loved every second of this book!

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If you’ve read the Witch Singer you know that Bridget is not happy with Baba Yaga’s edict that she must help sixteen year old Rika control her magic. Well Rika isn’t exactly pleased either, all she does is go to school and do chores. She doesn’t feel Bridget’s teaching her enough so she’s rebelling in full force teen mode.

Now don’t get huffy things get explained quickly, and a hunky Scot named Angus is just a small issue, really it is.

This is a favorite scene.

“Bridget!” Rika shrieked. “I summoned him. Let me go.”

Yeah, that’s what I thought she’d said earlier. Still not on board with whatever mad plan she’d concocted. The Scotsman—oh Angus, for beef and damn if he wasn’t beefcake…

“Witchypoo,” Martin’s voice took on a distinct note of disapproval. “You’re drooling.”

“Dude, he’s hot but I love you and you’re way hotter.” To prove my point, I twisted, caught Martin’s face in my hands and planted a sinful kiss on his lips.
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Funny with sizzling heat and surprises popping up when you least expect them.

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We continue with Bridget’s story in Assjacket as brides are disappearing on their wedding days. How can Bridget sing at weddings if none are occurring? With a bunch of crazy and upset bridegrooms Baba Yaga dispatches Kirk a warlock with a gambling problem to find the witch bridenapper. He lands unceremoniously in Assjacket meeting a trash panda named Firefox. This in itself is funny but it turns out he is our Bridget’s familiar.

This is a favorite scene when they meet.

The way the purple haired witch narrowed her eyes at him gave Kirk pause. He’d charged over to the witch singer’s house because the insanity at the wedding grotto had given him an altogether unpleasant headache all the yelling, growling, and weeping had bestowed upon him. His feet hurt after tromping through the wilds. He’d run into another cluster of bushes, and now had an unbearable itch crawling along his arms.So, he probably could have been more polite to the two occupants all snuggled up with their bottle of wine, but he just wanted to bag the bridenapper, get his debts paid off, and leave before he caught something permanent. Yet, the moment he snapped at her, she went from a look of cool fury to utter speculation.

Dread coiled in his stomach. Witch singers weren’t bad witches right? Not that he could recall.

“Hey,” the trash panda announced from his feet. “You should start by introducing yourself, bub.”

“Oooh,” the witch singer let out a soft exhale of wonder, and went to her knees. “Hello there, you beautiful thing.”

The red furred little bugger puffed up and all but strutted over to her. “Hello, pretty lady. Forgive my brutish companion, he fell into a mulberry bush then crashed through a poison sumac patch. He’s in a very bad mood.”

“Is he?” The witch singer didn’t even look in Kirk’s direction. Instead she opened her arms and the trash panda hurtled into them and snuggled her. The man who’d been standing next to her watched the whole exchange with a bemused smile. The red furred head rubbed against the witch singer’s chin, a distinctive cuddle, and then she rose pressing a tiny kiss to the creature’s head.

Sure. The rodent got a friendly greeting. The longer he stood there, the more Kirk had a chance to admire the stunning red dress the singer wore, and the way it made her skin glow and emphasized her… zap! Pain shocked him back a step and he jerked his gaze to the mild-mannered man still standing near her whose gaze now focused on him.

The faint tilt to the corner of his mouth told Kirk all he needed to know. Nodding once to the other warlock— because he definitely had the power to be a warlock— Kirk folded his arms. The urge to scratch was driving him crazy. They shared a long moment of masculine understanding. The witch singer belonged to the man with the white stripe in his hair, and he’d defend what was his.

“Look, Martin. Isn’t Firefox adorable?” The singer was still cooing at the trash panda and it was all besotted with her, too. Sparkles filled the air, and he could almost hear the ringing of the bells. The little rodent was her familiar. Well, it could have said something when he fell on it.

“He’s perfect for you, lover.” The man settled a possessive hand on her hip and drew her and her newly accessorized trash panda to him. The critter wrapped around her shoulders like a fur stole and it matched her dress. Even her purple hair began to change colors until it fell in an ombre wave that ended red as the raccoon’s fur.

“Congratulations,” Kirk announced, determined to play the cards he’d been dealt. He summoned a bottle of champagne and held it out. “Allow me to present you with this token upon discovering your true familiar. A day worth remembering.”

“Uh huh,” Martin grunted as he accepted the bottle. “Now, introduce yourself and maybe summon a shirt since you’re half naked and not even an appealing naked at that.”

The witch singer giggled, and it held all those wonderful notes of a perfect concerto. For a moment, Kirk completely forgot why he was there. Even the air around her seemed to shimmer.

“Bridget, darling,” Martin murmured. “Why don’t you take Firefox in and get him comfortable while I take care of our guest?”

The witch spun and gave Martin a kiss that had Kirk’s ears turning red before she whispered something against the other man’s lips and vanished. The moment she disappeared, Kirk remembered how to breathe then took a step back.

Raking a hand through his hair, he stared at the other warlock. “Holy hell.”

“And all mine,” Martin reminded him, even as a little fireball began to dance on his fingertips.
Long, Heather. The Witched Away Bride: Magic and Mayhem Universe (The Witch Singer Book 3). (Kindle Locations 311-347). Kindle Edition.

This tale takes a delightful turn as Kirk and Gigi meet for the first time, although he doesn’t know it at the time she is responsible for the disappearing brides. A fun romp through various shops for a wedding dress and so much more as she and Kirk find romance.

Full of snark, laughs, love and lessons for everyone. This is a thoroughly delightful quick read.

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Shackled Souls: The Complete Trilogy with BONUS Novella by Heather Long


Shackled Souls: The Complete Trilogy
Shackled Souls
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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So, what’s my story, you ask? It’s nothing special. Or at least it wasn’t.

You know it’s going to be a bad day when you wake up in the wrong man’s bed, your favorite leather outfit is completely shredded, your best Manolo Blahniks are broken, and your eighty-dollar manicure is ruined.

But would you believe me if I said that’s just the tip of the sh*t storm?

My name is Fiona MacRieve, and I’m a succubus…or I was. I seduced a vampire and we had a fantastic time, until he drained me almost to death. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t forced his blood down my throat thinking it would heal me.

Yeah, it didn’t.

Cause that’s not how I heal.

So not only did I wake up to losing my best outfit, I woke up dead.

Now I’m a vampire and I’m in prison. Some shit you just can’t make up.

But wait, it gets better.

Four guys older than dirt think I’m their fated mate. Yep. Me. The idea that I, vampire succubus or not, am anyone’s mate, much less these four dudes so old I should be accused of grave robbing is so laughable I didn’t think that could be real either.

So, that’s where the story begins, for the rest of it? Well, you’ll just have to read the whole trilogy and for those of you who already know the story, there’s a little extra bonus at the end.

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Fiona is a succubus who had the bad judgement to engage with a hungry vampire. When he thinks he’s killed her he tries to save her and creates the impossible. A Hybrid, An Abomination.

The Vampire Prince sends her to Nightmare Penitentiary, with the intent of her never getting out.

Fiona isn’t drinking the blood they try to feed her, she only feeds when the Warden visits her and she feeds both her succubus nature and the vampire although the later under protest.

Fiona hasn’t asked to be rescued, she has more or less resigned herself to the fact she isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Then a ‘guard’ shows up and expects her to just go with him.

This is a favorite scene.

Frustration filled his eyes. “Why are you being difficult?”

Was he for real?

“Um… look around,” I pointed out. “What do you see?”

“You descending to the darkest parts of the penitentiary, where even the most dangerous hunters would be loathe to go.”

“Cool, you run along then.” Dammit, I knew I should have gone up.

He let out aggrieved sigh. “Not without you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m here to rescue you.”

Rescue. Me.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say that upstairs instead of getting all monosyllabic and snarly?”

“Because you smell like another man, he’s been all over you.” He tilted my head to the side and then stroked his thumb over my throat. Told you Dorran liked to mark me. “He’s done it recently, too. Are you sure you won’t tell me who?”

“Nope,” I said. “I don’t fuck and tell. Rules of the game.”

Not really, but I didn’t know this guy, and rescue or not, I was not in the mood for this crap.

His lips compressed into a thin line, and he dropped his hand from my throat. When he backed up a single step and gave me room to breathe, I narrowed my eyes. That was an unexpected twist. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a pair of shackles, and I glared at him.

“No.” I was not going in chains.

“You have to,” he said. “I’m a guard. I can get you out if I escort you. But prisoners are not allowed to roam freely.”

“No.” I folded my arms. I was not going to put those on willing.

“I will take them off, Fiona. I promise.” The growl underscoring each syllable didn’t inspire confidence.

Besides…

“I don’t even know you, why would your promise mean shit to me?”

“My name is Maddox.” He intoned it so formally, like I would recognize him by the moniker alone. Was it like Madonna or Cher? If so, ‘fraid it was lost on me. “I’m here to see you to safety.”

“Define safety,” I challenged. “And why I should believe you just because of your name, which for the record, doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Surprise crystalized in his expression edged by real frustration.

Yeah, I had a gift.

“Woman, I don’t care if you believe me. I’ll carry you out of here kicking and screaming. I can knock you out if I have to.” He dragged my arm out and slammed one of the shackles on. It burned as it snapped around my wrist. “I’m rescuing you whether you want to go or not.”

Why the fuck would I not want to go?

I just wanted to know whether I was going somewhere better or not.

He wrestled me into the second shackle, and I let out a frustrated scream as it closed on my free wrist. They were spelled. The magic in them burned where they rested against my flesh. Dick face— Maddox— stared down as my skin began to blister and smoke.

“That should not be happening.”

Oh.

That was it.

This guy?

I was killing him first.

Shackled wrists and all, I clenched my fists together and struck both at his bloody nose.

If I didn’t break it the first time, I was damn well going to break it now. Unfortunately, he caught the slender chain locking my wrists together and hauled my arms up to slam them against the wall before he boxed me against it again.

“Stop fighting me,” he ordered. “The shackles have a spell.”

“No shit.”

“The spell is to help us get you out.”

Us.

Wait.

Gritting my teeth against the blistering sensation crawling over my skin and scalding it, I asked, “Who’s us?”

A flash of teeth. “You’ll find out. When you come with me.”

I hated this man.

Alarms began to sound and doors above opened with a clang. His expression turned furious. When he turned that glare on me, I gave him a little shrug. Or at least, as much as I could manage pinned to the wall in his murder bracelets.

“Oops?”
Heather Long. Succubus Chained (Kindle Locations 293-328). Kindle Edition.

Things obviously weren’t going as planned and between her bleeding wrists and no answers, Fiona’s temper was rising.

Maddox wasn’t the most diplomatic and with some help from Fin they calm her. It isn’t until the next night that they actually get her away with Rogue’s help. Well Rogue takes off with her so that counts, right?

I love this book, these guys don’t have a clue other than knowing they have to help her transition properly. Fiona has to accept both sides of her nature to survive. It’s the forth in this group, Alfred, who is the turning point in more ways than one.

Plenty of twist and turns, ups and downs, some giggles and plenty of Kindle Melting Sizzle, as we meet and get to know these guys who believe Fiona is theirs.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Succubus Unchained – Book 2

Fiona has been turned, and now purged of the shadow demon by Alfred. While she finds herself having feelings for all the men who have claimed her one way or another, she has only one thought leave. 

A party hosted by Alfred gives her the opening she needs, and help comes from someone who definitely loves her enough to give her that freedom.

This is a favorite scene.

When I straddled the back of the snowmobile behind Rogue, I half-expected him to turn us around and bring me back. To trick me in some way. Loyalty, it seemed, existed only between the four of them, with all three deferring to Alfred. To my surprise, though, Rogue had taken me down the mountain and then across the wildly unfamiliar terrain to the edge of a small village before pointing me toward the train depot.

“The minute they realize, they will look at the airlines. You need to make your way to Germany from here.” He handed me a card. “Speak to this man, and only if he is alone. Hand him this card, then tell him the name you wish to be known by. He will prepare the human identification you need.” Then he pressed a second card into my hand. “The pin code is three-four-four-six-two. Repeat it to me.”

I had, but confusion flooded me when I locked gazes with him. With care, he tucked one of my red curls beneath the cap, then brushed his knuckles down my cheek.

“They will look for you.”

“But you won’t?” I didn’t know why I blurted out the question, but I didn’t understand.

“No,” he promised me in a solemn tone. “You have to decide what you want and where you want to be. They think they understand. They don’t.” Cupping my face, he held my gaze. “You need to feed on me before you go.”

I wasn’t hungry.

“Little sváss, you will have to learn to hunt and to have care, to feed both of your natures, and without us there, it will be more challenging for you.”

I grimaced.

“I have every faith in you.” He stroked my cheek, roving his gaze over me. “Now… feed.” With that, he slipped his hand to my nape and tilted his head back. We were in the deep shadows of the building. Stepping in to him, I pressed my hands to his chest and then rose up on my tip toes to nuzzle his jaw. The barest of smiles flickered against his lips as I kissed a path down to his pulse point. “Why are you helping me?” I had to ask.

“Because once upon a time, little sváss, I was you. Alfred… you will have to figure that part out on your own. I did as well.” Then he dipped his face, and his lips just barely brushed mine as he continued, “You are always welcome, and if you need me, call.”

“Are you in the phone book?” I couldn’t help the tease. I hadn’t seen my own cell phone in almost two months. Who knew what I had to go back to in Dallas. I doubted my landlord kept my apartment. Fin had indicated it had been cleaned out. Whether it’d been the landlord or Isaac was anyone’s guess.

“Ah,” Rogue answered with almost a wry chuckle, and the sound captivated me. He was always so standoffish and aloof unless he was intent on turning me inside out. Then… I shook off the thought. We didn’t have time for that here or now. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I purchased this last week along with a second one. I programmed my number into it— that would be the second phone.”

“Did you program my number into yours?”

“No.”

That was…

“I told you, little sváss, this is about you deciding. If you need me, call. I will come for you anywhere. On that, you have my word.”

Moisture burned in my eyes, and he went hazy for a moment as I had to blink back the tears.

“Thank you, Rogue.”

“You are welcome,” he said, then gave my nape a gentle squeeze. “But you will feed before you leave me. You will give me this one last obedience so I know I sent you off full and with all that I could.”

Pressing a swift kiss to his lips, I dug my fingers into his shirt. He tipped his head up and back, then I struck. No hesitation. I didn’t want to hurt him, and they’d told me time and again, the swift pierce stung the least. His cock hardened against my belly as the taste of him flooded my mouth. I almost groaned.

I wasn’t hungry, but at the same time, I craved this. The heat. The taste. The essence of him filling me. He massaged my neck as I swallowed again and again. Finally, I pulled back, nuzzling the bite with a few careful licks until the blood no longer trickled.

Tilting my head back, I stared up at him. His pale eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Then, he was just… gone.

They all moved so fast, but this was like one moment there, and the next, he blinked out of existence. I knew he’d run. The snowmobile had been left behind. Hopefully, they wouldn’t hurt him for helping me. I carefully stowed away the phone he’d given me and the cards.
Heather Long. Succubus Unchained: Shackled Souls 2 (Kindle Locations 862-898).

Now back in Texas, Fiona is staying with her friend Elias, a werewolf. He decides she should get out more and takes her to his Alpha’s club. It’s here things get really interesting.

The appearance of Finn, a confrontation between Vampires and Werewolves, and Rogue once again spirits her off.

We get to know a lot more about Finn, Maddox, Rogue and Alfred in this book. Fiona has to come to terms not only with what she is now, but also her feelings for all these men.

A page-turning read with action, suspense, sizzling heat and an ending that will have you begging for more.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Succubus Blessed – Book 3

Fiona has accepted that she is theirs and they are hers but…Don’t lock her up. She wasn’t going to let that prison have her Mage, Fin or her Dragon, Maddox. They didn’t leave her there, she won’t leave them. We jump right into plenty of action, then some sizzle. As they are leaving the prison they are confronted by Cyrus. As Maddox with Fin’s help hides her, they are joined by Alfred and Rogue. I found myself giggling at Fiona’s antics while Alfred and Cyrus converse, but then let a battle begin.

When Fin transports them all back to the Keep, all Fiona wants is a bath and sleep. That’s not all but I do try to keep it clean here.

They obviously have something to discuss with her and they are probably correct in assuming she’s not going to like it.

This is a favorite scene.

“Finish bathing, Hellion, then we’ll take this somewhere more comfortable.” Alfred’s tone suggested there would be a real fight if Maddox or Fin argued with him. Rogue had no such objections. The bathing room was good for her, but between the hot pools and the fire, it was uncomfortable for him after a time.

More surprising than Maddox and Fin accepting Alfred’s unspoken threat was the fact that Fiona didn’t argue. She shifted to move for the soap and the shampoo, and he was forced to leave her hair alone. Instead, he examined his brothers as Fin rose from the water. The marks left on his arms and back had faded significantly, but even the pale pink of them suggested how bad they’d been.

For his part, Maddox looked tired, but he also bristled like his dragon was dangerously close to the surface. To be fair, he and his dragon were more often one in the same, the dragon in the human’s skin and the human in the dragon’s scales. But this was different.

Mating had changed him.

Changed all of them.

There was a peace to Alfred, a resoluteness that had never been there before. His reaction to her disappearance had been profoundly and dangerously quiet. They’d gone after her, and when they hadn’t tracked her immediately, Alfred had simply cleared coven after coven of vampires— all those loyal to the ones allying against them.

Rogue had no objections. They’d gotten out of hand in recent centuries. It was more than time to cull back the worst of the worst. This hadn’t been about culling. It had been about eliminating threats. The other members of the Seven had added a fresh bounty to Fiona’s head. While vampires older than her might still find her a tough target, enough of them could overwhelm and that was not an option.

When she finished washing up and all traces of blood and soot were gone from her skin, Rogue swept a gaze over her as she rose from the water. He wasn’t the only one looking for signs of injury. There was a hint of bruising along one arm and on her hip. No scrapes or broken skin. More, there was no hint of shadow taint on her to mar the shimmer. Even in the warm-lit gloom of the bathing room, she shimmered faintly.

Glowing.

Yes, he’d seen her outside the prison— the pure light she’d radiated and the shadow wings stretching out from her back. Even her deep red hair had taken on a more vibrant sheen, and when she’d looked away for the briefest of moments, her eyes had been purely luminescent, jewels given life.

Not that she hadn’t always been beautiful, because she had. Beautiful. Stubborn. Irritating. She dug in deep, refusing to be dislodged with her hotheaded impetuousness. Now?

Now she was exquisite in a way Rogue couldn’t even begin to define. Fin and Maddox both dressed in the clothes that had been left for them. It was Maddox who held out a robe and wrapped her in it before he scooped her up. She’d rolled her eyes and slapped his chest because she was fine, but he’d only nipped her ear and murmured something that had her laughing before he carried her up with the rest following.

They’d gone to the library, where fires awaited them, along with hot tea and more food. Fiona had only rolled her eyes as Maddox settled in a chair with her in his lap, and the rest dragged seats over to join them. Rogue plucked her away from Maddox when he was distracted and he scowled, but Fiona only wrapped her arms around Rogue and he curled her closer.

When he’d helped her escape, to spread her then metaphorical wings, he’d known where she was. Yes, he’d told her he wouldn’t be able to track her, but he’d known exactly where she would go, just as Fin had. He’d been able to keep his distance and check on her— discreetly— even as Alfred and Maddox had raged at him.

This time?

No, this time, he’d had a taste of the cool gray overwhelming his world once again in her absence. He would not willingly return to that half-state. One he hadn’t even realized he’d been living in for so long.

“So,” Fiona said once Fin pressed a mug of tea into her hands and she snuggled back against Rogue. “What did you want to discuss?”

Maddox opened his mouth, but it was Fin who spoke. “The prophecy.”

“Blegh,” she said, her whole face screwing up. “I hate prophecies. I hate anything magic related.”

“You don’t hate me,” Fin teased.

“For the moment,” she snapped back, but the playfulness in her voice pulled a smile from all of them, even Alfred.

Smoothing a hand over Fiona’s abdomen, he drew a light circle against the fabric of her robe. “Little sváss, we need you to listen for a few moments and to hear us on this. While I agree, prophecies can be muddled and, as often as not, vague and open to interpretation, this one very much impacts you.”

She twisted and met his gaze, searching his face for something. The little frown pulled her brows together. “How much does it affect the rest of you?”

“Anything that affects you will have to go through us,” he told her simply, directly, and she let out that little sigh of impatience before making a face.

“Fine. I will listen and do my best to not interrupt. But I refuse to not roll my eyes if I think it’s stupid.”

“Why don’t you like magic?” They’d never asked, and if they wanted her to believe in this prophecy even in as much as to help them with it, then they should know.

Slumping back against him, she made a pained sound, then laughed. “I don’t like magic because witches are the most interfering creatures you’ve ever met. They have a spell for literally everything. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have some very good witch friends. But magic and I? We haven’t always gotten along. You know how they say a hybrid can’t exist?”

She paused and glanced around at all of them, but it was Alfred who merely nodded and said, “They also say I don’t exist, Hellion.”

“Yeah, but they are kind of half-right about you,” she pointed out. “You don’t involve yourself in the world. You stay here, hidden away. You let them come to you so if they don’t, then by that logic, you aren’t a part of their world and thus you don’t exist.”

His mouth opened and then closed as he appeared to consider her words. A laugh worked its way through Rogue, and he wrapped a hand around her nape and turned her again. She met his kiss easily and lightly. Eyes lighting up, literally, Fiona leaned into him and then the tingle of her kiss spread through his whole body, and he wrapped her up tighter.

“And she’s glowing again,” Fin murmured in a low voice. Alfred leaned forward, and even Maddox studied her intently. As aware of them as he was though, Rogue let himself feel her. Something about her wildness had always called to him, from the moment he’d taken her from the prison and brought her to the keep.

The very primal part of her nature summoned his own to the surface— a part of him he’d long believed cut off. It was why he shifted again, something he hadn’t indulged in over countless centuries. She’d done more than just push him, she’d brought him back to life.

Energy hummed off of her, but it was beyond soothing and he found himself wanting to cradle her, shield her light from any breeze that would extinguish it.

“I never expected this,” Alfred said, running a hand over his mouth as he studied her.

That pulled her attention away from Rogue, and he exhaled a long breath. He could have cheerfully forgotten the rest and drowned in the brilliance of her.

“Spill it, boys. You’re starting to freak me out.”

They weren’t. Not yet. But she tried to tease it out of them. Still, when she slid her hand over Rogue’s, he threaded their fingers together.

“There’s a prophecy,” Fin said. “Borne from a vision I had of you… a long time ago. Now, while I agree with you— prophecies tend to be vague and open to interpretation— this didn’t come from just any seer. It came from me.”

That pulled her full interest, and Rogue could practically feel her leaning forward, even if she didn’t shift a muscle. “Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun!”

Her intonation of the musical notes shattered the tension, and Alfred chuckled. The soft laughter carried through the whole library, and Rogue grinned. Maddox and Fin stared at them both like they’d sprouted second heads before they began chuckling, too.

“This isn’t supposed to be funny, Beautiful.” Fin’s argument didn’t hold much weight.

She shrugged. “You’re an incorrigible flirt and you tease me constantly, and then you tell me in this super serious dark and sober voice that this ‘prophecy’ is something uber special because you saw it?”

With a sniff, he nodded. “Exactly.” Then he grinned and another bubble of laughter escaped Rogue. When was the last fucking time he’d been happy?

He didn’t have to see her face to almost feel the way she rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll give this all the seriousness it deserves. What’s the prophecy?”

Fin exhaled, then glanced at each of them before he focused on her. “When the female hybrid is born, the world will change.”

She waited a beat. “It will change?”

He nodded.

“That’s it? The world will change?”

“Hellion,” Alfred began, even as Maddox said, “Kitten—”

But a sound tugged Rogue’s attention. A sound and a ping on the wards.

It was the only warning he had before the first volley slammed into the building, but Rogue had already tumbled her out of the chair and over, shielding her as the explosion of light and sound rocked them.
Heather Long. Succubus Blessed: Shackled Souls 3 (Kindle Locations 923-999).

An attack on the Keep has Rogue fleeing with her through tunnels she didn’t know existed. This leads to an encounter with yet another of the Seven, much to the chagrin of the others. They really do need to get themselves together and stop hiding things from her. Fiona isn’t one to sit back and do nothing. She’s also not going to be caged up ever again.

The Keep, a Castle, and the Island are all sites of altercations. Maddox takes off with Fiona, wanting to protect her from all that’s happening. Of course neither Fiona or the guys are going to let him get away with that.

This book reveals many new things Fiona can do, and there’s a few surprises as well. Plenty of snark, action, some giggles, and sizzle heat kept me turning the pages.

While I’m sorry to say good-bye to these characters this book was truly the perfect ending to this trilogy.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Succubus Scales – Bonus Read

This is a bonus for buying the complete series so I’m not going to say much here.

It’s coming up on their third anniversary and the guys want some time with Fiona away from the twins. To accomplish that they need a babysitter and Wyman is it.

I’m just going to give you this quote from the beginning of the book, it cracked me up.

Whoever said having children was a sign of bliss, never had kids. – Fiona
Heather Long. Shackled Souls: Books 1-3 with Bonus Novella (Kindle Location 9002).

Their getaway leads to some very unexpected things happening, and you will love every second of this Kindle melting read.

I laughed, sniffled a bit and well I had to hydrate from the heat as well!

At the end of this one, Heather asks if we want more in this world, and my answer is a resounding YES!!!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Defiance and Dedication – Untouchable Book 9 by Heather Long


Defiance and Dedication
Untouchable Book 9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Autumn in New York promises a turn in the seasons as we kick off the next stage of our lives. Colorful leaves falling, dropping temperatures, and the first days of classes loom even as the lingering summer heat and humidity make the city stifling.

Summer was a time to get away, to just be us, and what a magical time it was, but we can only run away from our lives for so long. We have family, careers, friends—new and old—as well as commitments waiting for us. With a new place to call our own in a new city I’m already half-in-love with, we’re not afraid of the challenges ahead.

Of course, not everyone is rooting for us, not everyone wants us to succeed, and some choices may come back to haunt us. But don’t come for those I love and expect me to do nothing. They might want to surround me in a layer of protection, but they’re mine and I’m more than willing to fight to keep them.

Feel free to test me, I’ve never failed one yet.

NOTE:
This is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. Contains some bullying elements, mature situations, and is recommended for 17+. This is the ninth in a series and the story will continue through future books.

As I started reading this book my mind went in so many directions with every word, my heart was pounding, my brain saying oh no, she wouldn’t would she? Evil author, very evil author. I’m not saying anything more about that you’ll have to read it yourself.

Now as the book continues Frankie has to assert herself with the guys to get them to back off. That always works, but she finds herself getting lonely. Then there’s a tension she doesn’t notice at first but Coop and Ian are both trying to help with that before she does.

Rachel provides a haven and an ear, as Frankie steps in to find answers to the accident. With the help of Whittaker she now has a New York firm to represent her Dominic Walsh is young but capable and Rachel likes to verbally spar with him. She also gives both the lawyer and the police a direction they definitely didn’t expect.

Jeremy is a favorite of mine always, he’s got the best advice without seeming to give it.

Frankie finally realizes she has to tell all of them what she’s been doing and her fears after an ice cream stop with Jake.

This is a favorite scene.

“Hey,” Ian said, having circled the sofa to where I was seated. He held out a hand and I took it then he settled back into my spot and pulled me into his lap. Arms tight around me, he kissed my temple. “It’s going to be all right, Angel. Five heads are better than one. Let’s start with the most basic questions, have you spoken to your grandparents?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m terrified of what their answer will be and before you ask, no I haven’t told Hank about the accident. I don’t want her to decide to take this out on him. He’s got a family and little kids…”

“Your family,” Coop interrupted.

“And he’s your father,” Jake tacked on. “A job he really seemed enthusiastic about.”

“Babe, we can’t protect you when we don’t know that there is a threat. He needs to know.” Archie groaned as he perched on the coffee table not far from me and Ian. Jake shifted to sitting on the other side of Ian, the four of them boxing me in neatly. “Babe— I love you for wanting to protect me, but not when it risks you. Nothing is worth risking you.”

“Nothing is worth risking any of you,” I argued. Ian’s arms tightened around me, and I leaned into him. I needed the strength more than he realized or maybe he did realize it and that was why he moved. “I get to protect you, too.”

Jake let out an aggravated sigh, Coop swept in. “Yes, you do. But I think the not sharing of potential problems should end now.”

Archie and Jake both glared at Coop who met their expressions with a bland one of his own.

“Secrets have a habit of coming back to bite us all in the ass. If Maddy really has had a break with reality enough to actively try and hurt both of you, then we don’t need issues chewing on us behind the scenes and breaking down the trust we’ve built.” He was still staring at Jake and Archie.

“Coop’s right.” Ian rubbed his chin against my shoulder. “As aggravating as it is that Frankie took this on herself, she had the forethought to involve Rachel and the attorneys. Then she came and told us. It might not be the kind of news any of us wanted to hear, but Frankie faced all of us. You two just have to face her.”

I shifted in his lap then focused on Archie and Jake. Neither looked happy. With Coop and Ian or with each other.

“Fine, fuck it. I’ll go first,” Jake said and he locked his gaze on me. “I told you I changed my schedule because it would be better for my focus. I let you think it was because I’d shifted my discipline, but the truth was I needed a break from Archie.”

My stomach bottomed out.

“Right, wrong, or indifferent,” Jake continued. “He should never have left you alone at your grandparents’ to drive back. I’m not saying I wanted him hurt in the accident, but you shouldn’t have been alone. His car. He should have been there.”

“I was trying to settle this between us,” Archie said after a long pause. “But even boxing didn’t help.”

All those bruises. I frowned.

“He’s not wrong, Babe, I should have been there, that said, he doesn’t get to decide who stays or who goes.”

“And you could learn to give a guy some space,” Jake bit out each word as though he were literally holding back his anger. To be honest, the two of them were closer right now than they’d been in the last few weeks. “But no, you have to be right there all the fucking time.”

“Did it occur to you that we’re always all here?” Archie retaliated, only his tone iced. “You got a problem, you deal with it. But we’re not punishing Frankie with some metaphorical tug of war.”

“Metaphorical my ass, you just have to do everything your way and the consequences be damned.”

So much of what Jeremy had gracefully danced around became clear. I’d gotten that there was tension. But this was more than that.

“Enough.” I pushed out of Ian’s lap as Archie and Jake both hit their feet. I was right between them and I’d be damned if they were going to keep this up. “Seriously, that’s enough.”

I glanced from one to the other. Pivoting, I faced Archie and I swore he damn near smirked and my blood heated. Not the time, Archie. Not the time. “You should know better than to keep shoving at Jake when he’s already dug his heels in. It just makes him angrier and more bull-headed. You can’t force people to like you and forgive you just because you wear them down and talk them into it.”

“Babe…”

“Don’t you babe me.”

“You tell him, Baby Girl.” 

At that, I whirled and poked a finger into Jake’s chest. “Don’t you start. You are not without fault here. Archie didn’t cause the accident. And I’m all right. You need someone to blame because it scared you. It scared all of you. Blaming Archie isn’t helping anyone right now. Add to all of that you changed your entire schedule so now we barely see each other and you thought that was the way to handle it?”

Jake’s expression fell and I threw up my hands before retreating from all of them and folding my arms.

“You’re all right, I should have told you about the Maddy thing right up front. But I get a say in protecting you as much as you get a say in protecting me. You hover, you make decisions, and you surround me like I’m fragile and I’ll break. But the one thing all of you forget is that I lived with Maddy my whole life. I know her better than all of you and I’m not wearing my willful blinders anymore.”

Ian frowned. “Then what do you think she’s doing?”

“Blaming Archie for losing me or maybe for losing Edward. Maybe both. She’s going to lash out. Archie is an easy target.”

“Excuse you.” Archie almost sounded offended, but Coop swatted him on the shoulder.

“She means you’re an easy target for Maddy’s rage.”

“I know what she meant,” Archie threw back at Coop. “But I’ll be fine. Frankie’s the one she’s always hurt.”

“But I’m also the one she wants.” Me and Edward apparently. Not something I’d ever think I’d have in common with Archie’s father.

“If she really is the narcissistic personality she seems to be, with psychopathic tendencies— then yeah. She won’t stand for being supplanted in your life. Archie’s the one who has been standing up to her the most.” Coop slid his hands into his pockets, and I swore my stomach dropped again.
Heather Long. Defiance and Dedication: Untouchable Book Nine (Kindle Locations 2108-2160).

The guys and Frankie do a lot of growing in this book. It’s a totally different world from high school and the stress is almost overwhelming.

There’s more than a little suspense with the whole Maddy thing, and then there’s a lot of fun too, with birthdays with not only the guys but also with Hank’s family.

So much to love, so much to want resolved, surprises that brought tears to my eyes and so much more that I couldn’t put this book down.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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

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

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


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Vicious Rebel – 82 Street Vandals Book 2 by Heather Long


Vicious Rebel
82 Street Vandals Book 2
By
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Heather Long

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My name is Emersyn Sharpe. Until a few months ago, I was the lead performer for a traveling show finishing up a contract. I had been beaten, but never broken.

Then they took me.

I didn’t belong in their world.

Still, they took me and I didn’t know why. They promised to protect me and to keep me safe, but they had to know I’d run. They had to know.

Now my world and theirs might be on a collision course and as much as I didn’t belong in their world, I didn’t want mine to rain down on them.

Not on Jasper, the dictatorial jerk who kissed like he wanted to own me. Not on Rome, the tortured artist who protected me. Not on Kestrel, the liar with the soulful eyes and dedicated heart. Not on Liam, the bastard who loved his brother. Not on Vaughn, the beautiful man with the beautiful voice who made me want everything I shouldn’t. Not on Doc, the gifted physician who’d kept his promises to me.

I ran.

But I didn’t get far and now…now I don’t know what will happen next.

NOTE:
VICIOUS REBEL is a full length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. The dark romance aspects of this tale darken with this book. Please be aware some situations may be uncomfortable for readers. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book two in the series.

If you haven’t read Savage Vandal STOP! Go read it, this book begins right where that one ended.

Emersyn panicked when she saw her uncle and ran in the other direction. When she was grabbed, she fought, and did manage to get away but not too far. She does see Doc take out her attacker, then she realizes it’s Liam. Of course he had made the mistake of calling her Princess.

This just one of many favorite scenes.

I bit down into the meaty part of the hand over my mouth and kicked my feet back at the person holding me. I missed with the first swing, but the second slammed into a knee.

“Fuck.” The heated curse exploded against my ear. “Goddammit, princess.”

Princess…

Bile burned in my throat, and I fought to get my teeth into his hand again. I didn’t want any part of him touching me, much less his flesh. The moment I found purchase, I gritted down and he yanked his hand away. Cold air slapped my face, and I curled my hands up to dig my nails into his forearm. I didn’t remember him being this strong, but I didn’t care.

“Fuck me. Stop, princess.”

I slammed my head back into his face, and spots flickered in front of my eyes. There were windows above us. And I thought I could see flour dust rising somewhere. Maybe a bakery. The trash in the alley smelled too. All of it raced at me, like sensory overload. The arms crushing me released abruptly.

The pounding of feet against concrete, even as I stumbled forward, had me twisting. My assailant turned away to look back the way we’d come, and a blur of motion caught him right in the chest and threw him to the ground.

Like a reel played in slow motion, the pair of men grappled as they rolled, and then as suddenly as the fight started, it ended with one man pinning the other with his legs while he held his arm in a lock. That man— Doc— stared up at me. “You okay, Little Bit?”

Fear ballooned in my gut, and I blew out a ragged breath before my gaze fell to the blond in the brutal hold.

It wasn’t my uncle.

It was Liam.

Relief swam through me, and I staggered away, barely catching myself on the side of a dumpster before what little food I’d eaten that day came up. The sour taste burned my throat, and my eyes sparked tears. I couldn’t suck in a breath for the retching hurling out of me.

The shakes hit next and I didn’t have time for this, but it was like every part of the panic unfurled in my system and left me a trembling, sniveling mess.

“Easy, Little Bit.” The warmth of Doc’s voice penetrated the shell around me a moment before a heavy hand settled on my back. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

“What the fuck, Doc?” Liam demanded. Their conversation came from a million miles away. “You tried to break my goddamn arm.”

“Why the hell were you dragging her off the street?” The growl in Doc’s words reverberated over me, but I couldn’t make myself focus on it, not when I was trying to remember how to breathe.

My uncle’s face flooded my mind’s eye, and I squeezed my eyes shut to try and blot out the image. Music. Dance. The Vandals.

Anything but my uncle.

“’Cause she took off on Rome’s watch. You think Jasper’s gonna get over that shit? No. So I came to see what the fuck she was doing, and don’t think I didn’t see her hook up with you.”

“You didn’t see shit,” Doc snarled back, and I closed my eyes as the heaving finally eased and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand. But before I could even connect, Doc pressed a napkin into my hand as he helped me ease upright. I stared at him, then over at Liam, then back again. “You with us, Little Bit?”

“What the fuck is wrong with the little hellspawn?”

Hellspawn.

I laughed.

It wasn’t a very friendly sound. If anything, it sounded a lot like crying.

“Ignore the prick, Emersyn.” Doc touched my cheek lightly. “How fucking hard did you grip her?”

“She was fighting,” Liam said with a scowl and crossed his arms. “Why don’t you ask if she’s had her shots since she bit me.”

I cut a look over at him. “You followed me.” The words sounded so normal, and yet everything inside me still shook.

“Why?”

“Why?” he parroted, cocking his head to the side and staring at me before glancing over his shoulder back at the street. “How about we get the hell back to the clubhouse with her before the guys realize she left?” That wasn’t directed at me.

“She wanted out,” Doc said, curling his arm around me. I shouldn’t lean into him. In fact, the best thing to do was walk out of this alley and keep walking.

“I don’t care.” The disdain in Liam’s voice made me frown. “Jasper will put another hole in Rome if he thinks he let her go.”

“He can’t do anything about her escaping,” Doc said patiently, like it was the most rational thing in the world. “The obligation of the prisoner is to escape.”

“Let me repeat,” Liam said, arms falling to his side as he took a step toward us. A shadow of a bruise formed on his cheek, and there were scrapes on his neck, plus more bruises on his knuckles. “I. Don’t. Care. They want her there, Rome was left to look after her, she’s going back… She already got him stabbed once. I’m not letting it happen a second time.”

“Wait.” Finding my voice shouldn’t be this hard. I pushed away from Doc and forced myself to stand on my own two feet. The problem was, I wanted to curl up against him and hide there. Doc felt safe. Safety was always a lie. “What do you mean I got him stabbed?”

The attack.

The three guys who came at us when we’d been at the park. Correction, the three guys had come at me. I’d trusted Rome had my back and he had.

I took a step toward Liam. The dismissive coolness in his eyes cut at me. “He was hurt.”

“Yes, princ—”

I didn’t even realize I’d moved until my fist cracked against the side of his nose. The faintest sound of crunching bone made me wince. So did the spray of blood.

“You cunt,” he snapped as he put a hand up to his face. Lucky for me, he didn’t hit back, but Doc was already hauling me backward and putting himself between us.

“Watch your mouth,” Doc chastised him.

“I don’t care if he calls me cunt,” I said. “I told you, don’t call me princess. You do it again, and it’ll be your balls I smash.”

I was no princess. The word even tasted filthy in my mouth.

“Noted, Hellspawn.” He spit out blood, then touched his nose carefully before glaring at me. “Hellspawn fits better anyway.”

I’d take it.
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We get glimpses of everyone’s past in this book, and I do mean everyone.

Then there’s the heat between Emersyn and the guys, and some of them actually getting invited to her bed. But there’s a lot happening in this book, especially with Freddie.

So we have past, present, laughter, tears and of course the OMG ending Heather has gotten very good at leaving us with.

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

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

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


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Plan Witch From Out Of Town – Chance Monroe Adventures Book 2 by Heather Long


Plan Witch From Out Of Town
Chance Monroe Adventures Book 2
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Life should be getting back to normal…

Chance survived a serial killer returning from the grave and said yes to a date with her ex-lover Jack. But survivor’s guilt eats away at her and her world turns upside down when earthquakes begin to rattle the landscape and devastate the region she calls home.

Madness becomes her…

Terrified that she is the source of earthquakes devastating the land, she tries to shut down her connection to the Earth. But when enemies aware of how to shatter her bond to the earth kidnap her, Chance faces her most desperate hour,

When the earth shakes, the witch bleeds…

Staring into the face of madness, she must learn to trust her allies or risk losing everything—and everyone she loves.

When an earthquake hits Chance is taken off guard. She manages to help dissipate the pressure but not as quickly or as efficiently as she normally can. It was far worse that what is usual for the area and she felt there was something off but couldn’t pinpoint it. Betty was fine and as they checked for any damage Jack calls to be sure she’s okay. Their relationship is progressing as he now has a better idea of what she is and does. Although he’s still cloudy on some things he’s open to learning. Being in California a country away from her doesn’t help either.

When she realizes what the issue was with the earthquakes she goes to the attic to get her grandmother’s journals. She needs to know when the last quake of this magnitude was and if the symptoms were the same. It’s while she was reminiscing that Jamie calls with a favor. Three crop circles, one a prank the other two something else. It’s during her evaluation that she has a seizure and during that were aftershocks. Jamie also drops a bombshell on her saying the whole thing with Oakes made her a murderer.

Upset she flees to the Cary family garden, needing the connection to the earth there. Only to find Victor Callanport waiting for her. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone especially not Victor, she needed the quiet and respite of the garden. The questions Victor asks her only reflect her own worries. Overtired after staying to long connected to the earth in the garden she gets a ticket on the way home the result of something disturbing.

She calls Jack as she settles in, this is a favorite scene.

“Yes, Obi Wan. I am going upstairs.”

“Excellent. Now, what did Runs with Beer need help with?”

“You shouldn’t call him that. It’s rude.” I pushed open the door to my apartment and Romeo rushed over to give me his backside when I came in. I was too tired and sore to be suitably chastised by feline disdain.

“I know.”

I chuckled. The doorframe supported me while I untied my boots and toed them off one at a time. I shuffled across the room, my aching feet hardly registering against the rest of the aches in my body. The bed had never looked so inviting. “Jaime needed a consult on some crop circles.” I tucked the phone between between my shoulder and cheek, unbuttoning my jeans and wiggling out of them. The damp denim clung to my legs.

Goosebumps raced across my flesh as the cool air met clammy skin.

“Crop circles? Really?”

“Yeah, I know how it sounds.”

“I dunno, you do weird better than I do. Are you naked yet?”

“Ha! You’re so funny.” I pretended dry amusement, but I smiled as I juggled the phone and twisted my t-shirt off. “To be fair, he’s right. Two of the circles were very unusual. The third—well, the third was a hoax.”

“What made the first two unusual? …and you didn’t answer my question.”

“I was answering your first one—about what Jaime wanted.” I shed my bra and underwear, gathered all of them up and dropped them in the clothes hamper. In the bathroom, I juggled the phone to brush my teeth. I listened to the murmur of room service bringing Jack a tray.

I considered running a comb through my hair, but the dampness created a hedge effect.

Yes, the Hedge Witch with the hedge of hair, next on David Letterman.

“You were saying?” Soft, his voice soothed and hypnotized. The bedsprings squeaked on his side of the phone. I smoothed some salve over the purpling bruise decorating my hip, twisting to make sure it hadn’t spread further onto my buttock.

“I saw the boys who made the first one, typical teenagers carrying some boards and pranking the plantation owner. More or less what you would expect when someone says crop circles. They probably saw some special on the History channel and decided to go and make history happen.” I turned off the lights in the bathroom, jaws creaking with an ear-popping yawn. “Sorry,” I yawn-mumbled.

“S’okay, I know you’re tired.” A yawn distorted his words, and I laughed at the whistling high note he made at the end. “That sounded painful.”

“Eh, just tired. You stare at fifteen hundred files of financial shenanigans and tired takes on a whole new meaning.”

“Fifteen hundred?” I grimaced, flipping the coverlet back and sliding into the jersey cotton sheets. The fabric whispered over my skin and I groaned. The act of lying down was practically orgasmic. The nineteen hours since I’d been unceremoniously tossed out of the bed stretched out the day like eternity.

“Give or take.” He moved the phone away from his mouth while he chewed.

“Steak?”

“Nothing gets past you.”

“Baked or mashed potatoes?”

“Ha, French fries.”

I laughed.

“So, two boys, pranking the farm owner…”

“Yeah.” I snuggled into the pillows, the bed cradling tired muscles and bones. “Two teenagers pranking. They made one of the crop circles.” Another yawn. “But not the other two.”

“What made the other two?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

A rumor of sound rippled across a curtained memory. A shadow of familiarity brushed against my cheek. The fraction of recognition, elusive and dancing away out of reach…a woman’s head snapped up, milky gaze locking on mine. Her mouth moves, but the sound doesn’t carry, spitting blackness like venom, draining away the color…

“No. That’s the weird part. I connected and…I saw something. A woman, maybe? Maybe I saw myself. I don’t know. Then aftershock hit and disrupted everything.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either.” I scratched at my abdomen, fingers tracing the white scars slashed across the skin. “I don’t think I braced for it when the aftershocks came and they caught me off guard. Jaime…Jaime said I had a seizure.”

“A seizure?” I imagined Jack sitting up, stiffening from his relaxed posture, fork paused mid-stab into a piece of the steak he ate. “What kind of seizure?”

“The kind that makes you flop around like a fish. I don’t know. Jaime shielded me, brought me back to myself and helped me calm down.”

“Bully for him. Particularly since he’s the reason you had it in the first place.”

“Jack, don’t be like that. It wasn’t his fault.”

“Are you sure? You just told me you didn’t know what happened. Have you ever had a seizure before?”

I traced an imaginary pattern on the ceiling. Romeo bounced onto the bed and padded through the darkness to flop ignominiously on the pillow next to me. His tongue rasped over his fur.

“No.” I left the scars alone. I didn’t need to think about Randall Oakes anymore tonight or the phantom itching from his knife.

“You’ve connected with the Earth hundreds of times before. In all kinds of situations, like the one with the gremlins in Doc Martin’s field…”

“Grafters.”

“Grafters. Gremlins. Same thing.” He snorted, dismissing my distinctions. “Well, no, a gremlin…”

“Chance?” Patience hung off the end of the single syllable of my name.

“Yeah?”

“Do I really need a lesson on the difference?” Light sarcasm, whipped to a froth, dripped off the words.

“No.” I didn’t snicker, but the smile tugging on my mouth eased the bruising on my soul.

“Thank you. Now, you’ve done this kind of thing a lot—connect with an area and read it.”

“Yes.”

“And this never happened to you before?”

“No.” My smile evaporated.

“So the difference between this time and any other?” He pushed, probed, interrogated. Jack made his living digging under the surface of pleasantries and civil discourse hiding bad business decisions. It really shouldn’t surprise me, once he decided to dig into my world, he didn’t just stop at the first sign of weeds.

“It was a crop circle.”

“And?”

I sighed. He wanted me to make me say it. “And Jaime helped. He shielded me from distractions, protecting me.”

“Well, he didn’t do a good job of it.”

I softened at the growly, over-protective, bear voice. The soft, chink-swish of a plate and silverware being shoved aside said he finished eating.

“That’s not Jaime’s fault.”

“But you don’t know. That means it could be. You should keep your distance until I get back.”

“I really don’t think I’m going to be reading another crop circle anytime soon, right after an earthquake, while short on sleep. Those are some pretty particular circumstances.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But promise you won’t—at least until I am there to help you.”

“Jack, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to watch your back.”

His words kicked at my heart, making it jump. The butterflies in my stomach became full-blown dragons, bouncing around. Hot and cold washed over my skin.

“Thank you.”
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A nightmare and another far more serious earthquake has Chance and Betty injured. Betty more than Chance but Doc is concerned even as Chance readies herself to sign out. There are people she needs to check on and journals she needs to read.

A lot happens in this one, the connection between Jamie and Chance is strong and her relationship with Jack grows stronger as he finally understands how serious her connection to her parcel of earth is. Sidney plays a big part in this one, as does Victor.

There’s laughter, tears and some sizzle along with the suspense. I couldn’t put this book down and I can’t wait to see what Chance gets up to in the next book.

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

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


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Earth Witches Aren’t Easy – Chance Monroe Adventures Book 1 By Heather Long


Earth Witches Aren’t Easy
Chance Monroe Adventures Book 1
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He’s supposed to be dead…

Nearly a decade ago, hedge witch Chance Monroe’s life irrevocably changed. She survived the attack of a serial killer. His death should have set her free.

But he’s killing again…

When her ex-lover shows up on her porch, Chance isn’t ready to hear Randall Oakes is still alive and less prepared for the sea of emotion swamping her. One man wants her dead and the other just wants her. When the FBI offers protective custody, Chance refuses. Connected to the earth, Chance must rely on her supernatural senses and her wits to survive this game of cat and mouse.

This time, she plans to teach her hunter a lesson…

In the farm rich countryside of her native Northern Virginia, Chance must confront her troubled past, a supernatural adversary and a sizzling passion that’s lain dormant for years to survive….

Earth witches aren’t easy targets…

Chance Monroe is a Hedge Witch, not just any Hedge Witch but one who is bound to the land in the area of her ancestors. As such she is one with the earth there and she protects it as it protects her. She helps at planting and harvest and in between performs other duties getting rid of creatures who do harm or are just plain annoying.

Life isn’t easy for any of us, but for Chance her past taints her present. While in college she narrowly escaped death when a serial killer was on the loose. Randolf Oakes is dead or so everyone thought, now he’s back with a vengeance.

It’s Jack Harker, her best friend, ex-lover and FBI agent, who breaks that devastating news to her. He really doesn’t understand her witchy side especially the part where she can’t leave the area she protects. All he wants is for her to be safe, and she won’t agree to protective custody.

Then there’s that other department within the FBI, the specialty squad, now called Project Aegis. Headed by Colleen Masters, she’s the one who tried to recruit her in college. Granted Chance was leaning toward forensic psychology, but she really didn’t want anything to do with Colleen or her methods. That all became a moot point after her attack. Now she’s being confronted not only by Colleen by also her side kick and assistant Callanport. I really liked that Chance mentally calls him Mr. Devoid.

More interviews like her first one years ago, memories she would rather leave buried, has Chance determined not to become a victim, not ever again.

Lots of suspense, a quirky landlady, Jack and his not quite believing, and the attraction that grows exponentially between him and Chance all combine into a page-turning read.

I’m off to read the next book in this series.

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

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

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


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Haunt Me – Entangled Covet by Heather Long


Haunt Me
Entangled Covet
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Heather Long

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Recently divorced author MacKenzie Dillon has lost her writing mojo. When she inherits her great aunt’s haunted house in Virginia, she is determined to make a new start. The creepy old house provides inspiration but at what cost?

Successful architect and paranormal skeptic Justin Kent returns to Penny Hollow to fulfill his father’s dying wish of revitalizing their small town. To do that, he needs the allegedly haunted estate at Summerfield. Mac, the new owner, may be gorgeous and spunky, but she refuses to sell.

These two have a dangerous history that spans the ages, but will they discover the truth in time to save their lives?

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One of my favorite things to do while waiting for book to release is to hit an author’s backlist for things I haven’t yet read. I found a few books on Heather Long’s list I haven’t yet read so here’s one of them.

Justin Kent is a successful architect and he wants nothing more than to go back to his life. He has to fulfill his father’s wishes according to the will before he can do that or he and his siblings will forfeit their inheritance to the town. Penny Hollow, Virginia needs to be revitalized and they came up with the idea of most haunted town. The Summerfield mansion would be a main focal point as it is well known to be both haunted and cursed. Justin had befriended Katherine Summerfield and from that he had her assurance that the deed would be sold to him upon her death. Something that didn’t happen.

Author MacKensie Dillon has just been through a nasty divorce, one that left her almost penniless. Inheriting this mansion is a godsend to her. A place to live and write in undisturbed quiet. There are strange things happening in the house some can be explained others can’t. Justin hasn’t really given up on buying the place but is recognizing defeat as MacKensie doesn’t want to sell. Instead he decides to extend friendship and help with some of the work that needs to be done. To top it off her ex won’t leave her alone, he wants to reconcile something that isn’t happening.

MacKensie knows about the Summerfield ghost and the ‘curse’ and accepts some of the strangeness to that. It was nice with Justin coming to lend a hand and she was writing like a fiend. Then the nightmares start.

This is a favorite scene.

Mac waited on the porch until Justin showed up, a burly, spotlight-sized flashlight in his hand. Fortunately, she’d found a pair of shorts on the washer, or she’d have been standing out there in her tank top and panties.

“Hey,” he said, sweeping his gaze over her.

Laughter gleamed in his eyes, but she couldn’t fault him for making fun of her. She hopped from foot to foot. “Thanks for coming.”

“Sure thing.” He turned the beam from the flashlight toward the darkened house. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating his amused face. “Ghost chase you out?”

“The power went out and the door is stuck.” She crossed her arms, mallet in one hand and phone in the other. She wasn’t letting go of either. Her heart continued to race, and she tried hard to keep the sob catching in the back of her throat from making an appearance.

Justin paused and turned the flashlight back on her. “Hey,” he said, taking a step toward her. His humor sobered to concern. “It’s an old house. We’ve got a storm coming. Chances are it’s just a blown fuse. I’ll fix it, okay?”

Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded.

“Mac.” Justin gave her arm a squeeze. “Really. Happens all the time. You want to come with? Or go wait in my truck?”

At least he’d managed the offer without making fun of her. Stop being a chicken… But she couldn’t resist staring up at the dark house. It seemed so much more ominous in the occasional flash of lightning. “I’ll go with.”

“Okay.” He held out his hand, and she passed him the mallet.

To his credit, he simply nodded and took the lead. She followed him and fought the urge to grab his shirt and hang on. He went to the fuse box first, but a few minutes of fiddling didn’t earn them any results. When he would have left the mallet behind to head out to his truck, she picked it up.

Justin glanced at the mallet but didn’t say a word. He put a hand on her arm, and the contact soothed the nerves doing jumping jacks in her belly. Supplies in hand, he went back to the kitchen, but the lights still wouldn’t come on. “All right, chances are it’s something at the power station’s end. I’ll make a couple of calls. Let’s check the door next.” Halfway down the hall, he motioned for her to stop. “Watch your feet.”

She glanced down at the shards of lightbulb glittering under the powerful beam of his flashlight.

“Stay right there,” he told her. Glass crunched as he made it to her door. It opened the moment he twisted the knob.

Mac wanted to cry. “I swear it wouldn’t open.”

“I believe you,” he said swiftly—almost too swiftly. “It’s late, you’re exhausted, and I think you could use a break from what goes bump in the night—especially with the storm rolling in.” Despite his tone, Justin wasn’t laughing at her. He could have—particularly after their conversation about ghosts. “C’mon, why don’t you come back to my place? You can have a guest room. We’ll come back and fix this in the morning.”

She really should say no, but lightning filled the sky at regular intervals, followed by powerful thuds of thunder. And she so did not want to be by herself. “Fine,” she acquiesced.

Thankfully, the rain held off, letting them drive to his place and make the dash from his truck to the door of his house without either of them getting soaked. Justin ushered her inside, and Mac could barely keep from gaping. This place was beautifully lit, stately, and well-decorated. Expansive. Expensive. So different than Summerfield.

She stood barefoot and bedraggled, staring at the wide entrance hall with its gleaming dark oak floors and heavy, hand-thatched rugs that perfectly coordinated with the dark, wood-paneled walls. Everything gleamed, and a hint of lemon and wood oil clung to the air.

The foyer itself was wide enough to host a huge party. They’d come in through the back door, but the wide hall extended the length of the house to the double doors at the front. Beyond the entry hall, like a bright, cheerful and brilliant counterpoint to the dark wood, his dining room glowed pastel green opposite a sitting room done in the same minty color. But it was the paintings above the crenellations along the ceiling that took her breath away; paintings of cherubs like one might find in a chapel.

“And this is a caretaker’s cottage?” she whispered. No wonder Justin winced whenever he saw the half-stripped and peeling wallpaper in her overcrowded kitchen, which was still littered with unpacked boxes shoved into the corners.

“More or less. Took some time to get everything restored to how it would have been after its original construction.” Justin motioned to the stairs. She’d failed to notice them, considering they blended beautifully with the wooden walls.

“And you get a second floor.” Why did he have a second floor when her home was supposed to be the main house?

Justin patted the railing and chuckled. “Come on. Let’s get you to a room so you can sleep. We’ll check out your place in the morning and see what’s up with the wiring.”

The wiring, the walls, the doors that open and shut themselves—could all that activity be due to her ghost? But she’d thought the ghost was supposed to be friendly, a charming addition to her home. Something to help push her writing along. Why the sudden change?

How does one have a meeting of the minds with a ghost?
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All of this is just the beginning as MacKensie continues writing books that are historical rather than contemporary but the characters just seem to have minds of their own.

Justin continues on the work around outside finding an ornate gazebo, that he knows he has to renew to it’s former glory.

Plenty of twists and turns as the ‘ghost’ or perhaps the curse plays havoc with Justin and MacKensie. At the same time the attraction between them grows into so much more.

Truly a fun, mysterious and spooky read with just a bit of sizzle.

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

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

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


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Graduation and Gifts – Untouchable Book 8 by Heather Long


Graduation and Gifts
Untouchable Book 8
By
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Heather Long

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Life doesn’t come with a script but some moments don’t need one.

Senior year pushed us all. It dared us to embrace wonder and chase love. It challenged us to find out who we were as people, as partners, as a family. We’re so much better together.

Graduation isn’t the end of our story by any stretch. It’s the next chapter.

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This is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. Contains some bullying elements, mature situations, and is recommended for 17+. This is the eighth in a series and the story will continue through future books.

This book opens right where the last one ended, with Jake opening the door to Frankie’s biological father. A somewhat tense moment, but honestly it quickly became friendly and I immediately liked Professor Henry ‘Hank’ Jackson. He actually came to meet Frankie and attend her graduation. He also mentioned Harvard, since he is a tenured professor, and she is his daughter she could attend for free. She lets him know their decision on NYU is firm and he doesn’t push. He is really the father Frankie should have had in her life. Now she at least has the opportunity to get to know him.

Oh my, why do graduations make me cry? I loved this so much, from the prep, to Rachel, to the Guys teasing, to texts with KC, to Pomp and Circumstance it’s all just perfect. That is until the end and the meeting up with family. It seems there’s an uninvited guest, Maddy.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

“Maddy,” I said, not bothering to disguise the hostility in my voice even if I kept it cool. “I don’t recall inviting you to crash this event.”

The woman had the temerity to sniff once. “Frankie, I understand that you’re angry with me. But could you really expect me to miss my only daughter’s graduation?”

I snorted. Legit snorted, and didn’t even attempt to disguise my disgust. “Your only daughter. That’s convenient. I’ve been more of a doll. One you take down off the shelf to parade around when you want people to applaud the poor put upon professional raising her child alone. Then dismissed to take care of myself when you didn’t have the time or wherewithal to put up with me.” The words just flowed out. “I may be your ‘daughter’ and I use that term loosely, but you’ve never been a ‘mom.'”

Her expression transformed.

“Maddy,” Eddie said suddenly appearing next to her. “Maybe we make an appointment with the kids another time.”

“Don’t you dare,” she snapped, yanking her arm out of his hand. “You already let her poison our relationship because she wasn’t yours. Don’t pretend that we’re anything at the moment. If we were you wouldn’t have had your dick down another of your secretary’s throats.”

He let out a pained sigh and next to me, I swore Archie chuckled. It was a quick, blink and you’ll miss it sound, but I had bite the inside of my lip.

“She’s not my daughter,” Eddie said drily. “Despite your attempts to make it otherwise.” He met my gaze briefly. “But she’s a clever, intelligent girl and she made more than a few solid points about my parenting. I wouldn’t want me for a father either.”

Yeah, okay. Whatever. I cut a look back at Maddy. “Well, sounds like you and Eddie are on round one hundred and whatever of this crazy fucking merry-go-round you like to ride. Do us all a favor, take it somewhere else. Today is about us, not you.”

Muriel laughed. I swore to God, she laughed. It began like brittle glass breaking, but it turned into something a lot warmer and filled with far more humor.

“You’re absolutely right—” Eddie began, but he couldn’t finish before Mad Maddy erupted.

“You ungrateful little bitch,” she spit out, rage heating her eyes. There she was. This was who I’d been waiting for…

“Watch your mouth,” Hank said abruptly, his back filling my vision as he cut between me and Maddy. “I was going to take the high road about your choices and behavior. I wasn’t going to call out your lies about her health or how you decided to involve a child in your delusions, but you’re not talking to or about my daughter that way now, or ever again. I don’t know what can of crazy you popped open to drink this morning, but that shit stops right now.”

I stared at Hank’s back, rooted to the spot. Even Eddie looked mute at the words Hank delivered in a steely, almost cutting tone. My heart fisted in my chest, not only at his swift defense, but the immediate sense of safety I felt rolling off him.

I wasn’t afraid of Maddy. Not anymore. I refused to let her terrorize me. Not when I had a chance at a much better life. But having him step into the gap and shield me…

There weren’t words for it.

“How dare you talk to me like that?” Maddy floundered, but the fury in her voice was unmistakable. “You were a nobody. I slept with you out of pity.”

Voices murmured behind me. People shifting. Hopefully moving the kids away from this ugly scene.

“Really? Interesting. I slept with you because I was drunk. I never could figure out how you maneuvered yourself into my apartment or my bed.” Hank gave a shrug. “But it was a one-night stand and you said nothing, and it was better to leave it alone.”

“Then why the hell do you care now?”

“Because the moment you became pregnant, that one-night stand became my daughter, and you stole her from me. You stole her, and you robbed her of me.”

“Oh, like she needs you…” Maddy scoffed. “This is ridiculous. Eddie…”

“No,” he said firmly, taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets. “The professor isn’t wrong. You made these choices and every single one hurt her. Hurt me. Hurt him. Hurt our families. I’m hardly innocent, but I know when it’s finally enough. This is it.”

Then, as if the whole world hadn’t shifted and pigs sprouted wings as it snowed in hell, Eddie looked at Hank.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “She’s an amazing kid.” Then his gaze went past me. “Just like mine. At least I know you won’t fuck it up like we did.”

The hand on my lower back kept me steady. I hadn’t even realized I’d swayed. Those were words Archie deserved to hear, but it seemed so strange they were coming right now. This was not the moment.

Maddy seemed too stunned to speak. Her eyes actually filled with tears. “Eddie…”

“Stop it,” he said. “You should go. You’re making a scene, and this is their day.” With that, he glanced at us again. “If you have a moment, I’d like to speak to both of you when you’ve finished visiting with your families.”

Then he stepped away.

The look on Maddy’s face was equal parts stunned and furious. She glanced at Hank, but he hadn’t moved. “You heard the man,” he said coolly. “Keep walking. Frankie doesn’t want you here and I’m pretty sure I speak for every other parent here, you aren’t invited to stick around.”

“On that,” Carly said, suddenly stepping up next to me and just behind Hank’s shoulder. “I couldn’t agree more. Go away, Maddy.”

“Agreed,” Sara said, stepping up on my other as Archie wrapped an arm around my middle and flattened his front to my back. “This is extremely inappropriate. You should go and take some time for yourself.”

“Maybe go and seek out some help,” Alicia suggested, but they were forming a barrier between me and Maddy. Hell, they were forming a barrier for Hank, too. Ian’s dad was there, Jake’s, and even Coop’s. The guys were fanning out next to us. Thankfully the sisters were away from the tempestuous storm breaking.

The hum of vehicles and dozens of other conversations filtered through the abrupt quiet.

“Or you could just go straight to Hell,” Muriel suggested into the silence. “If you really need advice.”

“Muriel,” Eddie sighed, but she just scoffed at him.

“Madeleine,” Patience said. “Please.”

“Why are you even here?” Maddy demanded as she snarled at her mother.

“Leave her alone,” I said, pushing forward. Not that I got far with Archie and Hank both acting to shield me from both sides. “I invited her and my grandfather. I’m surprised they made it, but they are welcome.”

Shock traveled over her face and for a few seconds, she ripped her gaze from them to me and I read every ounce of the hatred shimmering in those eyes. Yeah, that expression would have had me tucking tail before and keeping my head low, but I refused to do that.

Not now.

Not ever again.
Heather Long. Graduation and Gifts: Untouchable Book Eight (Kindle Locations 712-770).

Let’s see from graduation and getting the best of Maddy, we move to the guys pampering Frankie, not really unexpected. We get a shibari lesson with Ian, followed by really sensuous and sexy night.

There’s a very fun conversation with Chloe her half sister, a shopping trip for bathing suits and that’s all just the beginning. Texts with KC and Rachel full of fun and information. The plans Archie and the guys made for their summer are perfect! Outrageous, fun, full of surprises and kindle melting sizzle.

There’s also some things that brought me to tears, both happy and sad. Darn you Heather the endings in these books are killing me!!!

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

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

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


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A New Series! Savage Vandal – 82nd Street Vandals Book 1 by Heather Long


Savage Vandal
82nd Street Vandals Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Emersyn Sharpe doesn’t belong in our world

In fact, the very last place she should be is with us. But someone is hurting her. We’ve all seen it.

We tried to ignore the warning signs. We tried to trust the people around her.

We tried to believe in her world.

Too late.

When she nearly died in front of us, we had to act.

We took her.

She doesn’t belong in our world, but I’ll be damned if someone lays a finger on her under my watch.

I’ll kill them first.

Now that she’s here… I don’t know if I can let her leave.

I’m Jasper Horan, anyone who tries to take her will have to go through me and my boys.

You’ve been warned.

NOTE:
SAVAGE VANDAL is a full length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book one in the series.

Emersyn Sharpe is an extremely talented dancer on the stage and in the silks. She’s tired, she’s been on tour every year for seven years, she wants to relax a bit, her time is coming, just not yet.

It’s what been happening behind the scenes of that success that is both sad and horrifying. The first people we meet in this book are Emersyn and Marta who’s been with her for over a decade. Emersyn’s running late because of deluge of rain. Marta jumps on her for being late as soon as she walks in the door and is met with Emersyn’s snark and sarcasm.

At her dressing room we meet up with a theatre tech working on her door. He’s installing new locks for her after noticing how inadequate they are. We’ll see much more of him later.

Then there’s her dance partner Eric, him I dislike right away, even before I read what he’s done to her. He’s definitely a jerk and an abuser.

This is the first of many favorite scenes in this book.

The door behind me shoved open, and I pivoted easily. The faint sneer on my face froze as she pushed outside. Sweat dripped from her forehead and down her arms. She was dressed in nothing but a dark leotard that molded to her body so tightly, there was no missing the shape of her hips or her breasts.

Or the fucking bruises visible through the near sheer material. Something kept her nipples from peeking through.

“When you’re done checking me out, could I hit you up for one of those?” She had slipped around to hide behind the door as it swung closed as though she didn’t want anyone to see her. All that dark gorgeous hair was pulled up and away from her face, but I’d seen the lush waves earlier. The flush to her pale cheeks had added a definite warmth.

Fuck me. Those lips though.

Puffy. Full. And…

Fingers snapped in my face, and I raised both brows.

“What?” I grunted. “Sorry to interrupt your ogling,” Emersyn Sharpe said in a near lyrical voice, her sharp intonations far more amused than arrogant. “But do you mind if I bum one of those? I’ll turn around and let you get a good eyeful of ass if that’s your thing?”

I stared at her. I got hit by a baseball once. It slammed into the side of my skull. This was kind of like the same thing. The offer entertained me for all of about thirty seconds before I scowled. “You’re not a slut, don’t act like one.”

Her perfectly manicured eyebrows rose. The honey-colored eyes lost every ounce of their warmth. “Never mind.” She pivoted on those impossibly thin slipper-like shoes that had no business in this trashy alley, but I caught her arm before she could escape. Only to lose my own cigarette when I had to catch the swing of her free hand aiming for my face. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Keep your panties on, princess.” Not that she could be wearing panties in that get up. “You didn’t get your smoke yet.”

Tugging her back a step, I crushed the cigarette that had fallen under my boot. Then I let her go and shook out two fresh ones. The heat licking through her eyes promised she was not amused. Yeah, well, I wasn’t here to entertain her. I put both in my lips and lit them, then I removed the second and held it out to her.

Yeah, I wanted her to have a little of me on her lips. Her nostrils flared, but she took it and pressed it to her mouth, and I tried not to think about her lips wrapping around my dick as she sucked in a deep breath. The cherry flared, and I withdrew a couple of paces to give her some air. When she exhaled with such emphatic force, I found myself studying her.

The bruises visible through the leotard were not the only ones. She had bruises on her thighs. Up close, there was no mistaking one was a handprint. Probably the big fucker on stage.

Well that was one hand that would be broken. I did a mental inventory, cataloguing every mark.

“Did I do something to piss you off since you installed the lock on my door?”

I shrugged. “No.”

She frowned, but I wasn’t going to elaborate. I wasn’t even supposed to be having a conversation with her. I’d gone for the new lock after I got into her dressing room without even trying. Fuck that. Not in my town…

After a beat, she skipped her gaze away, and that irritated me. There was nothing out in this alley. Just a cold breeze and damp air. The sweat on her had begun to dry, leaving only some dark patches on the leotard.

When she finished the cigarette, she glanced around, and I lifted my chin. “Just drop it, I’ll put it out.”

At her side-glance, I shrugged and she nodded, then flicked it to the ground at my feet. Red ash flared against the damp ground. It was half-extinguished already. I put my foot on it to crush it the rest of the way.

The door jostled and she backed right up to the wall, and I narrowed my eyes as it shoved open and the brute from the stage stood there. I met his gaze as I sucked on the cigarette. He towered over her on that stage. Then again, so did I. But the fucker wasn’t that big up close.

He glared at me, and I just gave him a bored look. If he took another step out of that door, he wouldn’t be walking back inside. The fact Emersyn had plastered herself to the wall like that filled me with rage.

I didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but it was going to stop.

“You alone out here?”

I made a point of taking a long drag and exhaling it straight into his face before I said, “Do you see anyone else?”

He scowled, then glared at me before he turned around and stomped inside. The door slammed behind him, and I slid my gaze to Emersyn. She blew out a breath so relieved, I flicked my cigarette down and stepped on it. The fucker couldn’t have gone that far. I could start with breaking his smug fucking face and work my way through the other two hundred plus bones.

“Thank you,” she said, then ran a hand over her hair like she had to straighten it. I didn’t miss the way her gaze slid back to the door, and I could almost see her counting off the time since the asshole left.

“You want to tell me what the fuck that was about?”

“Not particularly,” she murmured, then gave me the first real smile I’d seen on her face, and it slammed into me like a fucking truck. “Thank you though. For that, the lock, and the smoke…” She reached for the door, and I stood there like some moron as she vanished back inside.

Fuck me.

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down at the screen as I raked a hand through my hair, the crisp scent of burnt tobacco lingering in my nose along with a far sweeter scent tangled with the muskier scent of sweat. I didn’t know what she used, but I was never going to forget it.

I had to focus. Work before pleasure.

But I’d be seeing her again, real soon.

That was a promise.
Heather Long. Savage Vandal: 82nd Street Vandals (Kindle Locations 182-229).

Jasper’s protective instincts come to the fore and but there are others who are protecting her along with him. I’m pretty sure Emersyn wasn’t part of any plan they had involving this theater originally.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on your viewpoint, they aren’t going to let Emersyn be abused more. It’s an Eric attack by that leads to her being with them.

I have to say as I read Emersyn’s performance in the silks, I could picture every move as if I was up there with her. The lights, the moves, the strength through pain and that moment of fear all resonated within my soul.

The relationship between Emersyn, Justin/Hawk, Vaughn/Falcon, Kellen/Kestrel, Rome, Liam and Freddie is unusual at best, I love Mickey/Doc for all he does.

There’s so much we learn and so much more still to be discovered and I know all the pieces will come together as these books come out.

And yes there is a cliffhanger!!!

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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