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New From Heather Long! Chasing Katie – Brotherhood Protectors/Enigma Inc Crossover – Brotherhood Protection Kindle World


Chasing Katie
Brotherhood Protectors/Enigma Inc Crossover
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This SEAL is on a mission…

Six weeks after burying his sister and accepting the career ending injury to his hearing, Liam “Angel” Knight begins the hunt for the a witness to the devastating event that shredded his life. His only clue? The purse he was found holding. But he isn’t the only one looking for her…

This woman needs to hide…

Determined to keep her head down, Katherine “Katie” Hennessy hides on her family ranch. When a man arrives, seemingly looking for work, Katie recognizes him as the person who saved her life on that dark, horrible day. Guilt and terror eat her up inside, but Liam’s presence is strangely comforting—he seems to know what she is hiding, and his strength buoys her. Then he tells her he needs her to come back to New York with him, to identify the bombers.   The truth could cost her everything.   Katie holds herself accountable, and the weight of the lie threatens to cripple her. If she tells the truth, it might set her free—and cost her Liam in the same breath. Then the attacks begin, and Liam refuses to leave her side. The man will risk everything for her—can she do any less?

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I love this Kindle World and I look forward to the Releases. Much to my delight Heather Long has contributed to this batch.

If you follow my blog you know how much I love Military and former Military Romances and Heather Long writes some of the best.

Now I warn you now, I started this book in tears. Domestic terrorism is something we all fear and this opens with it. Liam’s sister dies in the explosion, and it becomes a search for answers.

Katie witnessed the bombing and was attacked right after the explosion. She was fortunately rescued from her attacker, but knows a bit more about that day than she should. Terrified she runs and is hiding at her family’s ranch in Montana.

Liam ‘Angel’ Knight is the one who saves Katie from that attacker and he has a few reasons to find her. He was found holding Katie’s purse, his sister died in the bombing and the damage done by the explosion may very well end his military career.

The fun begins when Angel finds Katie this is a favorite scene.

“Who the hell are you?” The huskiness of her voice rolled over him, sexy as hell and reminding him of a classic jazz singer from a movie set in the 20s.

“Angel,” he answered automatically, then before he could add the rest of his name, she blinked as disbelief and horror collided in her expression.

“I’m dead?” Her gaze cut away from him, to stare around the room, before zooming back to him. “Angels aren’t sexy—well unless you’re playing the devil. But that’s not what you said—” She sat abruptly, and scrubbed a hand over her face then winced. “How did I die? The guy who showed up? Was he one of them?”

One of them? Did she mean one of the bombers? Someone else? And as tempting as it might be to play along to extract the information he needed, her stricken reaction demanded he fix it.

“My name,” he said slowly, keeping his grip on the mug and his position solid, “is Liam Knight, Angel is a nickname.”

A flush filled her pale cheeks with color before she covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god. Am I dead? I can’t believe I just asked you that…” And as abruptly as she’d covered her face, she jerked her head up to look at him. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

The flash fire emotions, and shifting reactions fascinated him. Not that he had time for his fascination. He was here to take her back to New York or at least find out what she knew. “I broke the door in when I heard the shotgun go off.” Absolute truth.

Twisting, she looked toward the front door, then her head tilted and he assumed she could see the hole she’d made in her ceiling. Since no one else appeared in the time since he’d come through the door, he assumed they were alone. He’d much rather have cleared the house, but he’d been curiously reluctant to leave her.

“How the hell did I…”
Heather Long. Chasing-Katie (Kindle Locations 206-220). Kindle Edition.

That started me laughing and there are many more giggles in this book along with the serious issue of someone else being able to find her.

Fast paced with plenty of action and getting to know you as the story makes it’s way to a hell of a climax.

The Brotherhood Protection crew lends a hand as do Mickey and Arizona from Heather’s Securing Arizona (in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha, kindle world).

From heartbreaking tears, to laughter, action, suspense and tears of joy this is a don’t miss read.

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Lone Star Leathernecks
They served their country, now they’re home to rebuild their lives.
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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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Countdown to Christmas: Marine Under The Mistletoe – Always a Marine Book 19 by Heather Long


Marine Under the Mistletoe
Always A Marine Book 19
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He used to believe in magic…

Kaiden Nelson looked like every other Marine, only most of his guys didn’t grow up in a family of nudists, celebrating the wheel of the year and the lunar cycles. His buddies wouldn’t name him a witch, either. But after more than a decade at war, Kaiden isn’t sure he can—or even wants to lay claim to that calling anymore. He’s got too much blood on his hands and he’s tired…tired of war, tired of fighting. Some days…he’s tired of living. When he’s sent on leave for the holidays, he’s unsure if he can ever really go home again.

She’s a candle in the night…

Rowan Harper lives in two worlds, the mundane where she handles tech issues for a major corporation and the pagan where she celebrates the sabbats and esbats with her coven. Like so many in the region, she keeps her beliefs private. It makes life more bearable from others who would judge, and she likes nothing better than the great sabbat retreats the coven takes to the sprawling Lake House. It’s a time where she sheds the shackles of everyday life and embraces the divine.

The wheel turns…

When Kaiden turns up at the coven Yule, his Circle of family and friends are eager to welcome him. He feels unworthy of the open warmth and shies away to the darkness, but Rowan refuses to leave him in the shadows. Can the inexorable pull of one woman help him face down his demons as they hold vigil against the longest night of the year?

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There is yet another holiday that occurs in December, that of the Winter Solstice also known as Yule. This book is set in that holiday.

Kaiden comes home for Yule for the first time in a long time. Serving as a Marine, he is now conflicted and not sure he belongs anymore. After all a cardinal rule is ‘an it harm none’.

Arriving at the Lake house for the holiday he is greeted by Rowan. She is beauty and grace personified.

In spite of his parents trying to match them up, Rowan and Kaiden stumble their way into a relationship. This is a favorite scene as they get to know one another.

“So why don’t you quit?” He rolled onto his side, no longer bothering to pretend he had more interest in the view overhead than the woman sprawled next to him. Her eyebrows climbed.

“Why don’t you?”

“Marines don’t quit.”

“They also don’t leave men behind,” she murmured.

“No, ma’am. They don’t.” The rocks on his chest compressed.

She didn’t turn away from him, holding his gaze long enough he could see the sadness and concern creep into her eyes. “So why did you leave yourself over there?”

Shock rippled up his spine, and his mind locked. “What?”

“You’re still there, Kaiden.” She rolled onto her side, mirroring his posture, and cupped his cheek with a cool palm. “Something bad happened to you—or maybe a lot of something bads. I don’t know. You can tell me to butt out. I won’t be offended.”

“Are you psychic?” He rejected the question even as he asked it, since it didn’t take a psychic to read his body language. The wariness he’d seen in the eyes of his friends and family—the seemingly unsurpassable gulf surrounding him lent more credence to her words than anything else.

“I’ve been accused of being psychotic before.” Light teasing sprinkled the statement, and she grinned.

Another rusty laugh broke loose. She began to withdraw, but he captured her wrist and kept her palm to his cheek. It was soft, softer than anything he’d felt in a long time. “I’m pretty messed up.”

“Okay.” Acceptance, no questions.

“You’re not asking me why.” He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the concept.

“I think questions might harm you, and I don’t need you to tell me anything. But I will listen if you want to.” The salve of her kindness soothed the abrasions in his soul. “I’m going to hug you, okay?”

“Why?” Not that he minded.

She smiled and scooted closer, wrapping her arms around him. “So you’ll lie down and gaze at the sky and know you’re here, and not there. You’re not alone.”

The lean softness of her fit him perfectly and he settled onto his back, curving an arm around her to tuck her in closer. She nestled her head on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” she whispered, and he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “And just be.”

The scent of cherry blossoms teased him, and he had to wonder if it was her shampoo or a perfume. Grass cushioned him, the woods surrounded him, the sun warmed his face, and the muscles in his back relaxed. Rowan massaged her palm against his chest in slow, easy circles. Bit by bit, his arms shuddered with the release of tension.

“Are you really single?” he asked, one-hundred-percent sure what he wanted for her answer.

“Yes, I’m really single.” She chuckled and the vibration teased him. “I’m not dating anyone, either. But you need to concentrate on relaxing, not on me.”

The answer satisfied him—for now. “Don’t go away,” he told her.

“I won’t.” And she didn’t. He had no idea how long he lay there, but eventually his eyes closed. Breathing exercises, not so long-forgotten that he couldn’t manage them, helped to steady his heartbeat. Sleep stole over him, and he let it, aware of her head resting on his shoulder and the warmth of her cuddled to his side.
Long, Heather. Marine Under the Mistletoe (Always a Marine series Book 19) (Kindle Locations 389-417). Decadent Publishing Company, LLC. Kindle Edition.

A heartwarming tale, the story of Yule, and a treat that makes the holiday sweeter.

I laughed and sniffled as this conflicted man works his way to peace and love with the help of a sensitive, intuitive woman.

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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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Countdown to Christmas: A Candle For A Marine by Heather Long


A Candle For A Marine
Always a Marine Book 18
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Tormented by the question of ‘what if…’

Home for Hanukkah, Sergeant Isaac Janko has never forgotten the baby his girlfriend gave up for adoption years ago. But he didn’t realize how angry he still was….

More than time separates them….

A chance meeting at Temple brings Zehava Elbaz face-to-face with the first and only man she’s ever loved. She sees a deep and hidden pain in him, one she blames herself for…

An invitation to Hanukkah brings them together….

The two must confront their pain and loss. They have only eight days to face their past, and win each other’s trust, but it is a time for healing, reconciliation and miracles….

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This December is not only for Christmas, last night at sundown, Hanukkah, The Festival Of Lights began. This is Issac’s story as he returns home to celebrate with his family for the first time in eight years. He knows he will have to face his ex Zehava at some point, it’s a small community. He’s not sure of his emotions where she is concerned but he’s sure the time has come to figure it all out.

Zehava blames herself for Issac’s anger. She was the one who gave their child away. Although she lives with the heartbreak of doing that, she also knows it was the best thing for the child.

Surrounded by the magic of the holiday season Zehava in her way opens the door to both their pain to hopefully lead to forgiveness.

This is a favorite scene as Zehava shares her promises to her son with Issac.

So man up, Marine, and listen.

The silence stretched out between them, and he forced patience while she studied him. Whatever she sought must have satisfied her because she held out her hand. “I want to share something I do every Hanukkah. Normally I do it alone, but you’re here and I want—I need to do it with you this year.”

Mild alarm rang through him and he ignored that as well, in favor of taking her hand. Her fingers threaded through his and the palm to palm clasp soothed him like a warm embrace. “Okay,” he said, the only word he could push out past the emotion clogging his throat. She tugged and he followed her into the community center, curiosity and dread an uncomfortable cocktail in his system.

Once inside, she hit the light switch and he shut the doors. Since the center should be closed, he went ahead and turned the lock. He didn’t need any unpleasant surprises walking in on them. Zehava gave his hand a squeeze then, releasing him, headed to the table with all of the menorahs. Wary, but curious, he followed.

“He was born in summer.” The words crashed down on him, and he was grateful her back was to him so he had time to absorb the blow and mitigate his reaction. “Our son, I mean,” she explained as though he might need the clarification.

His jaw hurt from clamping it shut, but he kept it closed. He couldn’t guarantee what would come out because the old anger roused like a bad case of heartburn to claw at his insides.

Squatting, Zehava pulled another menorah from beneath the table and set it on top. She ducked down again and took out two fresh candles. “I held him for a couple of hours after his birth.” The words were so soft he had to strain to hear them. “It took that long for the adopting family to arrive at the hospital. Mama stayed with me. She never said a word about the decision, in favor or against.”

Muscles cramping, he folded his arms and forced himself to stay exactly in place. The urge to storm out warred with the urge to hold her—both intent on tearing him apart. Maintaining his position was the best he could manage.

“I held him and I made him a promise. Well, a promise and a wish, actually.” Her voice trembled. “The first was I wished for him to have the best life he could have, with a wealth of opportunity, and a family who loved him. Both the parents who adopted him, and of course, the parents who gave him life.”

Hell opened up beneath Isaac and bellowed its fire through his soul. He stayed firm and didn’t give in to the need to slam his fist into the wall until it broke, or his knuckles did. He didn’t want to hear her damn story.

Yet, he desperately hung on every word.

“The second promise was I would light the menorah for him every year and remember him and pray for him. The first Hanukkah after his birth was very hard, but I kept my promise. I think I cried every night I lit the candles for him.” She twisted finally and looked at Isaac. “Would you light it with me this year?”

She held her breath after asking the question that had danced around in her mind all evening. Never had she felt so connected and yet utterly divided from the same person in the same moment. He stared at her, his expression inscrutable save for the muscle flexing in his jaw.

“Yes.”

The one word answer, single, rough, and raw, let her exhale and she fought a wave of dizzying relief. She held a candle out to him with trembling fingers.
Long, Heather. A Candle for a Marine (Always a Marine series Book 18) (Kindle Locations 611-640). Decadent Publishing Company, LLC. Kindle Edition.

In a way unique to her, Heather made me feel their pain, their sorrow, and their love not only for the child they gave up but for each other.

I loved seeing Zach again and was glad he was able to give Issac the kick he needed.

Have tissues handy for this one, you’ll need them as Issac and Zahava find their way.

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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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Countdown to Christmas: Release Day!! As You Were, Cowboy – Lone Star Leathernecks Book 2 by Heather Long


As You Were, Cowboy
Lone Star Leathernecks Book 2
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Mateo Lopez, honorably discharged from the Marine Corps on medical leave, is struggling to rebuild his life. The spinal cord injury that left him feeling like a broken man resulted in his inability to ride the horses he loves and works with on Round Top Ranch.

The new horse trainer at the ranch, however, has decided that this isn’t acceptable. Claire Windsor, a spirited, London-born spitfire of a woman, has come to begin a new program to turn the horses into therapy animals. She turns Mateo’s world upside-down, and try as he might to avoid her, she keeps inserting herself into his life. As their plans for the ranch clash, so too do their hearts…making all things fair in love and war.

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Clare is excited to start training therapy horses at Round Top Ranch. However the reception she receives at the barn is not what she anticipated.

Mateo had finished up what he could and was heading to his place to take his pain meds. Before he reached his truck he ran into the new arrival. As he realizes her purpose he is not pleased.

Tanner sort of soothes things over with Mateo, but essentially tells him to work with her. They need her expertise with training the horses to be therapy horses.

Now while there is some animosity between the two, there is also a truce.

A favorite scene is Mateo’s first cup of tea after a harrowing episode of pain while they were in town.

Trusting her had been the easier decision. Not when his trying to drive while in the midst of a spasm would end with them in a wreck. Rubbing the back of his neck, he leaned against the counter.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to go upstairs and sleep? I may be overstepping, but I don’t think you should drive yet. Your pupils are still a little dilated. While we’re on the ranch, you could still run off the gravel road.”  No judgment showed in her expression, nor reflected in her tone. What struck him as so prim and proper before seemed to resonate with something deeper.

She was something else. “I’m not putting you out of your bed,” He protested.

“I’m not using it currently. I’ve been sitting here reading and enjoying my tea.” She’d freed her hair from the ponytail and it had fallen in a long gleaming mass. The temptation to stroke his fingers through the golden strands to see if they were as silky as they appeared pulsed through him.

It took a moment for her words to penetrate as he studied her little table set before glancing at her again. “Why are you still awake?,” he asked her. “It’s…” He looked at his watch. 3 a.m. It had been afternoon. “I slept twelve hours.”

“I know, you were in a lot of pain.” No matter how sympathetic and understanding her manner, he’d let her down—and then he’d become less than useless, a lump on her sofa. His apology died unspoken when she rubbed his arm. “If you’re going to be up, I can make you a sandwich. Jules stocked my fridge.”

“You don’t have to do that.” He withdrew, not because he didn’t like her touch, but because the sensation of her rubbing his arm was too pleasant. It provoked thoughts he shouldn’t be having, particularly when she was all soft and gorgeous. Thoughts he couldn’t act on.

Not anymore.

“Go sit down,” she ordered, and oddly enough, he obeyed it. At least her kitchen chairs were wider than the ones in the tea shop, and cushioned. Lowering himself slowly, he sat. The drugs had done their work. The radiating lashes of agony abated to an aching soreness. A glass of water appeared in front of him, then Claire went across the room to pour boiling water from the kettle on the stove into the teapot.

Fuck. Discipline kept him from cursing aloud. He’d slipped a couple of times since coming home. He’d been a lot freer with his language when deployed. Neither Maria nor Ramon tolerated the language so he’d rehabilitated.

Mostly.

“I’m heating up one of the shepherd’s pie that was in the fridge.” Claire’s voice soothed him, and gave his wandering mind something to latch onto. That was the problem with pills and why he didn’t want to take them. They screwed him up and he’d seen too many guys struggling with addiction to spend any time down the rabbit hole.

“Shepherd’s pie?” Another weak attempt at conversation, but if she were going to make an effort, he needed to try and repay her kindness.

“Apparently your mum wanted me to feel at home, so she prepared several familiar meals and left them in the freezer for me.” Claire smiled. “I didn’t realize how many until tonight. It’s such a lovely gesture.”

“Mama’s really good at taking care of folks, especially if we let her.” A long drink of the water helped wet his throat, but cottonmouth feeling hadn’t gone away fully. Claire refilled her teacup, then added some to a second cup he hadn’t noticed immediately.

“I will be certain to thank her tomorrow—later today. Do you prefer sugar and milk? I know there’s honey but I’m not sure about lemon.” She hadn’t taken a seat yet, but she set the teapot on the table and reclaimed the kettle and returned it to the warmer.

“However you do should be fine.” He wasn’t a tea drinker, so he had no idea how he’d like it.

Claire added two lumps of sugar to each cup, then a dash of milk. She stirred them both before nudging his closer to him. Reclaiming her spot on the window seat, she lifted her tea for a sip.

What the hell, couldn’t hurt to try it. The cup felt a hair too dainty in his large hands, but he managed to lift it without spilling a drop. His first sip tasted strange, but not bad. Claire watched him over the rim of her own cup as she took a sip.

“Not my first choice,” he said, then took another sip. The cinnamon left a faint burn against his tongue, but the orange afterward added to the experience.

“Tea makes everything better,” she assured him with beatific smile.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You don’t have to,” she chuckled, and crossed one leg over the other. “Do you feel better?”

Inexplicably, he did. “Yes.”

“Which proves my argument, tea makes everything better.”

Conceding the point, he nodded. Still a little fragmented, he focused on sipping the tea and on Claire herself. “Learn something new everyday.” With every drink, he found himself liking it more. “You didn’t tell me why you’re sitting in your kitchen at three in the morning.”

“You remember when you knocked on my door yesterday morning?”

It still felt like the same day, but he nodded. No way he’d forget how deliciously disheveled she’d been. “You were sleeping in and I woke you up.”

“Jet lag is not kind, and my body thinks I’m still on Stafford time. It’s late morning at home and I was used to being up by five each day, which is 10 p.m. here.”

“That’s the suck. I had the same problem after deployments—on both sides of the coin.”

“Any tips for overcoming it?”

He’d finished his cup and she lifted the teapot in offering. “Yes please,” he said and slid his cup over. After she refilled it, he added the sugar and milk. He’d paid attention to what she’d done earlier. “Sorry, wish I had better tips than ‘Stay up until you’re at the new time you want to sleep and crash then’. One good part about the Marines, if I needed to sleep, I trained myself to go right to sleep. Didn’t matter if I’d been on a plane all day or walking miles.”
Heather Long. Long-Heather AsYouWereCowboy ARC (Kindle Locations 1095-1142). CBS Corporation. Kindle Edition.

I absolutely loved the prim and proper Claire. She’s smart and feisty and more than capable of holding her own against Mateo.

Mateo has much to overcome and he fights almost every step of the way.

The relationship is a slow build-up that I found very satisfying.

The book held some nostalgia for me, and I loved the British insight to being in Texas. I laughed, yelled and cried too.

This mix of cowboy and former military is a definite win! I can’t wait to see what the next book will hold for us.

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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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Securing Arizona – A Special Forces Operation Alpha Novella by Heather Long


Securing Arizona
A Special Forces Operation Alpha Novella
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James “Mickey” MacBride retired from the teams with a solid record of mission accomplished. Now at odds and ends, he accepts the request of his retired Petty Officer grandfather. They want to gather the children of the USS Arizona, the descendants of the 355 survivors for a special event. No problem, how hard can finding one woman named Arizona Kensington be?

Ari King has been on the run for over a year. No matter where she goes, her stalker finds her. She’s changed her name, her hair color, and even gave the job she loved. When Mickey walks into the restaurant and asks for her by the name she surrendered, she takes his order then leaves via the back door, running for her life. Only she can’t shake him.

Securing Arizona was supposed to be a favor, but Mickey soon discovers it’s the mission of his life and the man after her will have to go through this SEAL to get her.

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Mickey is on a mission, one set for him by his retired Petty Officer grandfather. A special gathering of survivors and their descendants of the USS Arizona is approaching and there is one person he who hasn’t RSVP’d Arizona Kensington. Not one to question his grandfather, he sets out to find Arizona and get her to the gathering.

Arizona found something she shouldn’t have and before she could decide what to do with it things started happening. Suspicious things that sent her on the run, before more people could be hurt because of her.

This is a favorite scene after she makes the decision to put the end to running.

“I told you it was dangerous…and it was in the papers. But my name wasn’t because I ran. It was chaos that day, and everything in the city was pointed at the event, dealing with the injured.” She swallowed. “The dead.” People who were dead because of her. “I couldn’t take any more risks, I still had the report and I hadn’t made it passed wrestling with my ethics, then it didn’t matter because I wouldn’t stay there to let anyone else pay for my choices.”

“Babe…” The softness returned to his voice.

“I lived. I’m still alive, and I’m going to stick to those bastards.” It was the right thing to say, because the guys raised their coffee cups to her.

“All right Crash,” Flint said. “Let’s all talk about how we’re going to do this. We need every detail—leave nothing out. Not even the facts that might make Mickey boy here cry.”

Biting the inside of her lip was the only thing that kept her from smiling. For his part, Mickey squeezed her hand, and said, “Crash. I like it.”

“I’m not going to ask why you all have nicknames or why I’m getting one.” Don’t ask, don’t invite them to break some confidential status.

“You don’t have to ask, we all served on the teams. Flint and Cannon were ahead of me, and I was on their team during quals. They rotated out a couple of years ago.” Mickey nodded to her. “We’re adopting you. I’d say you’ve got the mental fortitude to get the job done—Crash.”

The smile she’d refused earlier returned in full force. “Is there a story behind how you got your name?”

Mickey shrugged. “I made the mistake of letting them know I considered my job the happiest place on Earth…in my defense it was Hell Week, and I hadn’t slept in four days, but I stand by it.”

She giggled, and it hit her all at once. Happiness, that elusive sensation, it was hers again, even with the task ahead of them.

“Playtime’s over. We’ve got a limited window and a scaled job. If these guys are setting up mass shootings, I want to take them down. Jacko’s already on his part.” Flint’s commanding attitude coupled with the way both Mickey and Cannon deferred to him gave her a deeper look at their command structure. They might have “retired,” but they were still SEALs.
Heather Long. Securing-Arizona (Kindle Locations 756-773). Kindle Edition.

In true Heather Long style this tale takes you on a fast paced adventure, filled with action, fun, and lust and there are tearful moments as well. I couldn’t put it 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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In the Spirit of Halloween – Magic and Mayhem: Every Witch Way But Floosey’s By Heather Long


Every Which Way But Floosey’s
A Magic and Mayhem Kindle World Novella
Madison The Witch Hunter Book 1
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Heather Long

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Meet Madison–badass lady who is always bringing in the realm hoppers. Her targets have horrible habits and steal things.

Meet Grady–he’s a hard case who brings in targets of his own. He’s got his own team and a penchant for flings. When the fairy tale collides with a legend…will they still be standing after the dust clears?

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Madison and her Spell-brador Karma are hunters. The magical dog showed up right after she was born, not what a mother actually wants for her daughter to be. Destined to hunt down witches and return them to serve what ever their sentence might be.

Grady has his own team, and Karma likes him. He has sorceress and shifter blood making him much larger and sexier than other witch-born.

Now Madison’s handler has broken her rules and sent Grady after the same bounty she’s after. Floosey is set to testify against some powerful witches and she’s jumped and the pay-off to return her is huge!

This isn’t the first time these two have crossed paths and the sparring starts almost immediately. Not only with words but also spells and snowball fights.

This is a favorite scene which brought memories of my mother and grandmother and a laugh out loud moment.

Surprise filtered into Grady’s expression. “The target’s a showgirl, not some black magic Mafioso.”

“Maybe. She managed to dodge the handlers at the casino, escaped a charmed resort, and realm jumped. Sound like your typical showgirl to you?” Why was I talking this out with him?

“Not the ones I’ve fantasized about, but usually that just involved jeweled bodies and lots of feathers.” Even as he spoke, he licked his lips.

“Does being a pig come to you naturally or do you have to practice?”

“Practice,” Grady said with an easy smile, then drew a cross over his heart and circled it. “If Grandma was here, she’d summon a bar of soap, and I’d eat it like candy ‘cause she was staring at me.”

I was starting to like this woman. “Then pretend I’m your grandmother and get to it.”

“No chance. Fantasizing about my grandmother is sick. I get kink, but that’s a little twisted, even for me.” His grin broadened, and I groaned. I’d walked right into it. “C’mon, Madison,” he drew out my name, sans the ridiculous nicknames. “Let’s go see what’s got the wisp all a twitter.”
Long, Heather. Magic and Mayhem: Every Witch Way But Floosey’s (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Madison the Witch Hunter Book 1) (Kindle Locations 279-289). Kindle Worlds. Kindle Edition.

What had the wisps all a twitter ends up trapping the two of them and even more fun ensues. Especially when the faithful Karma disappears.

There are lots of references to things of my childhood all in the snarky playful way Madison has with Grady.

Be prepared to laugh out loud, giggle and just enjoy this story.

I can’t wait to see what happens in the next of this Magic and Mayhem series by Heather.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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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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OMG It’s Here! A Man Called Wyatt – Fevered Hearts Book 8 by Heather Long


A Man Called Wyatt
Fevered Hearts Book 8
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Meet Wyatt. The mysterious brother, the shadowed man, where he rides death follows. He’s always been the hunter…never the hunted.

The past…

The first war ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Wyatt, the most feared and ruthless Fevered fell. His allies scattered to the wind in a single evening of destruction and retribution. Victory, had been within Adam’s grasp, but one Shaman interfered and crippled him.

The present…

Nearly five decades have passed since that bloody night, but the feud between brothers–long at an impasse–is about to explode. Though the Fevered have grown in numbers, the war itself is far more perilous because everyone has something to lose and the voice of reason will no longer hold death at bay.

The future…

The Fevered have continued to evolve and more powerful are awaking every day. When death rides, his brother will rush to meet him and only one woman will have the power to step into the breach–it is the end of an era and it could be the end of the Fevered.

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Thank you Heather for the privilege of an ARC for this fabulous tale.

If you’ve read this series you already know Wyatt is a complicated man. This book reveals everything about him and how he came to be the way he is. Now he has to fulfill his destiny and dispose of his brother while trying to keep everyone he cares about safe.

Then we have Quinn the bounty hunter. She, yes she, has helped keep the McKenna witches alive and out of the clutches of MacPherson. However, since they are now under the protection of the Kane and Morningstar families, she will have to prove she is trustworthy. There’s not a lot of trust from the fevered and their families with someone they believe to be a hunter and assassin.

This is a favorite scene when Quinn and Wyatt clash for the first time.

“I don’t see anything.” The hiss of Julianna’s whisper floated through air. Her horse stomped its foot and the jingle of a bridle overlaid the sound. Closing them out of her mind, Quinn tuned her senses to the world around her. The cold wind blowing from the north, the hint of wood smoke kissing the moisture on the breeze, and the faint dustiness of the land, leached of water and life as it began to settle into winter slumber. They hadn’t had snow this far south, yet. It was only a matter of time. The harsh winter conditions farther north would aid her in making Julianna disappear again, dissuade those who tracked them…

…a rock crunched. Booted steps approached. The shadow coalesced into a single figure moving toward her with absolute purpose. Snapping her rifle up, she sighted on the hell coming for them. Another twenty feet and he’d be in range. Her finger hovered a whisper away from the trigger. Exhaling in between her heartbeats, she slowed her pulse and released her tension.

Ten feet.

Nine.

Her heart thudded.

Six.

The world narrowed.

Three.

She brushed her forefinger to the trigger. Locked on the center of the mass, she would fire two shots. Then switch to the pistol.

One foot.

The rifle jerked from her hand, the leather strap around her arm hauling her forward a dozen feet before it snapped. Power lashed at her, hooking around her arms and legs to slam her into the earth. Not fighting the pull, she let the power drag her across the land and lifted her head to avoid the rocks. Tasting the flavor of it, she let the black maw within her open as she arrived at the shadow. Consuming the power lashing her, it flowed into her like a deadly stream shattering its dam.

The brunt stunned her, but she lifted her legs as she came to a halt and slammed them forward into the man waiting for her. The concussive force thrust him backward. His grunt satisfied her and then power washed over her again, ready for it this time, she fed it to the maw and let it flow into her. The charge reverberated through her system and she struck forward, slamming her fist into his jaw.

The blow took his hat off and the setting sun cast a burnt orange light against his skin, then illuminated his eyes. One blue. One green. All impossible.

MacPherson could not be in Dorado.

Powerful arms seized her and she slammed her elbow down onto the soft place where his forearm joined his biceps. Twisting, she cut her leg between his intending to throw him. Instead, he blocked her leg, then she found herself flying through the air. With more luck than finesse, she slammed into the dirt on her shoulder and rolled until she was on her feet again. Her hat flew off and she pivoted to find the shadow man advancing on her.

Their positions reversed, the sun was behind him. Another blast of power vised around her, then sank inside as the maw absorbed it.

“They want you alive.” The words came out like rocks ground together, hard and unyielding. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

Since when had MacPherson ever cared what anyone else wanted? Damn near drunk from feasting on his power, Quinn allowed herself a small smile. “Can’t say I’m going to do the same for you.”

Her rifle lay on the land between them. It would be a mistake to go for it. Though she devoured the power he tried to contain her with, he didn’t waver on his feet. Impossibility layered upon impossibility.

“Ma’am…”

“Save it.” She cut him off with a slice of her hand through the air. Freeing the blade from her forearm sheath, she drew out the four-inch long knife. It wasn’t a sword, but it would do. “You and I go too far back to play this game. You can’t take me down with your power, and you know it. Where are your lapdogs?” He never went anywhere without his little collective. He gathered Fevered to him, persuading them to work for him and follow him blindly.

She should have killed the Kanes when she had the chance. It never occurred to her they’d already fallen into the abyss of his service.

“I don’t have any.” He came toward her again. “Put away the knife before I take it from you.”

She’d always been tall, as tall as most men, and it helped her to pass as one of them. MacPherson edged her in height, but today he seemed to tower over her. A trick of the light, and she did her best to ignore it. “You shouldn’t have come for them personally. Without your army, you’re one man and I can kill one man.”

Instead of responding to her taunt, he merely sighed. At his lunge, she struck but even though her blade bit into the flesh of his shoulder, he didn’t slow. His power flooded her and she consumed it but like the barren earth pounded by too much rain it seemed to overflow and spill around her. Then he had her shirt and his fist drew back.

Yanking her head to the side, she narrowly avoided the punch to the face. Instead his fist slammed into her shoulder. The impact rattled her bones, pain flared along her side. Twisting the knife, she dug it deeper into his flesh. If she had to eviscerate him, then she would. He grasped her wrist and the harder she tried to gouge him the more he resisted.

“Woman.” Death licked the pair of syllables, but she refused and used the stolen power to amplify. The blade turned in his flesh, yet all it seemed to accomplish was piss him off. “Dammit.” Then he wrenched her wrist and the bones snapped. Pain flared along her arm, shattering her concentration. He flung her backward and she bruised her hip in the landing.

The wind redoubled, and dark clouds began to pour in. Where they collided lightning bounced then sliced toward the earth. “No Julianna,” she hissed between clenched teeth and fought her way to her feet. The witch had given up her cloak and though her horse bucked against approaching MacPherson, she prepared a fatal spell. The incantation poured from her and her eyes glowed.

Turning toward the new threat, the man raised his hand. Not giving him a chance to lash out with his seemingly unstoppable well of power, Quinn lunged at him. She’d never taken killing lightly and consuming a Fevered’s full ability could leave her humming for weeks, but she had to risk it.

Julianna was too important.

Landing on the big man’s back, she staggered him with her weight and he went to one knee. Then she ended up flat on her back staring up at him. He had a knife to her throat and she had one to his groin. Fury kindled within her. “You might survive the blood loss, but you won’t be intact when you do.”

“Who the hell are you?” His hard as nails voice berated her. Lightning struck the ground next to him, but he didn’t flinch. “Witch, swallow that next spell or I will kill her and the Kanes can deal with disappointment.”

Ozone scorched the air and the press of cold steel rested against her flesh. Quinn didn’t let go of the knife at his groin. He may have broken her dominant left hand, but she could still wound him so deeply no endless lives would repair.

Julianna’s chanting stopped. “Release her and I’ll go with you.”

“I don’t want you.” The response startled Quinn.

“You don’t?” Her question echoed Julianna’s.

Her captor glared down at her. “No. I don’t—you however—you’re a different problem.”

Shock disrupted her focus, and he took advantage of the moment to shift the blade from her throat before slamming the pommel against her head. Pain sundered her skull, rending her next thoughts and blackness curtained her.
Heather Long. A Man Called Wyatt (Kindle Locations 623-680). Kindle Edition.

From here the story just gets more enthralling. I equate reading this to peeling an onion as layer upon layer of Wyatt’s story unfolds.

Captivating and full of revelations, insights and action. Do not miss this book!

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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