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Dangerous Renegade – 82nd Street Vandals Book 6 By Heather Long


Dangerous Renegade
82nd Street Vandals Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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The mute twin.
The strange brother.
The broken one.

I’d been called so many names over the years. None of them mattered. My mirror cared more than I did. But he never treated me as less. None of them did. My brothers were the Vandals. They didn’t always understand, but they never judged and they always had my back.

I would always have theirs.

They were my life until Starling came to us. Quiet. Hurt. Broken. Those words were tossed around along with stubborn, fierce, impossible, and beautiful. I’d studied her from afar for years, but to have her close changed everything.

Trust. Acceptance. Understanding.

She colored in all my missing pieces. My other half needed her too. We all did. She fought her way back to us, continues to fight to stay, and more she fights for us.

She belongs.

My name is Rome Cleary. Starling is ours. She has always been a part of us, even when she didn’t know our names. We will always come for our own.

NOTE:
DANGEROUS RENEGADE is a full length mature dark, new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. The dark romance aspects of this tale continue. Please be aware some situations may be uncomfortable for readers. Trigger warnings can be found in the foreword should you require them. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book six in the series.

If you haven’t read the previous books in this series, STOP, go back and read them. This book starts where the last one left off.

Rome and Emersyn are gone, vanished, not a clue left behind. Their phones and weapons left behind prove this was efficiently done. But by who?

They had been surrounded and to keep Rome from being hurt Emersyn agrees to wear a shock collar. They demonstrate it once and Rome is very compliant. The thing is they think they have Liam. Now Rome is very effective playing Liam, they are twins after all. They are being treated well, but they are given no clue as to what they want or who is giving the orders.

Kellen is drawing Adam in to help with the operation Noel Warrick had headed up. Instead of continuing with Adam at a location few know about, he brings him to the clubhouse since finding Rome and Emersyn takes priority.

Ironically, it’s Adam who finds the key to locating them and with Lainey’s help getting them back becomes reality. But not without cost.

This is just a part of my favorite scene.

Liam was here. The bruises on his face weren’t as pronounced, but he distracted from a lot of that by stripping off his hoodie and his shirt.

When Adam entered my line of sight, my attempt at no reaction failed. Wasn’t he supposed to be lying low? Now he was here too? I started to stand, but the guy to my left— they didn’t offer names today and I hadn’t asked— gripped my arm.

“Let go of my fiancée,” Adam told him in a cold voice. “Or I’ll break that hand off.” He didn’t appear armed with anything more than attitude and disdain. Both added a depthless layer of threat. Not once in my life had I ever been afraid of Adam. Not even at his most caustic with Lainey.

Right now? I didn’t envy the men standing on either side of me. Death stood in front of me and Hell was right behind him.

Brixton approached, his gaze traveling from me to Adam and then to Liam. “Mr. O’Connell, you have a fight. I suggest you get to it.”

The look Liam sent to Brixton seemed to unsettle him more than anything else had since he’d taken us. The guard gripping my arm had loosened his hand, but it was still there.

Adam apparently, had no patience for the conversation either. He struck like an adder, his fist snapping forward. At first, I expected the blow to land on the guy’s face and for bones to crunch. Instead, Adam struck the man’s throat, leaving him gagging as he released me and doubled-over, trying to catch his breath.

“Better,” Adam stated coolly as he held that same hand out to me. He dipped his gaze like he gave me a once over. The gagging guard dropped back, but Brixton and the second guard both stood their ground.

I really hoped Adam knew what he was doing. Grasping his hand, I let him pull me to my feet as the buzzer sounded on the fight.

Shifting his posture, Adam wrapped an arm around me, but didn’t move us away. I glanced from our audience to the ring. Liam moved like a lethal predator, not even slowing as he struck the guy. A fist to his face, a kick to the guy’s knee, then around him and down, he rolled into him and slammed him against the far side of the cage.

There was definitely an audible crunching sound before the audience roared and the music blared. The bout was over.

“I hope he’s not that fast in bed,” Adam commented, and I swung my head to look at him. “Cheating on me with a three-second wonder can’t be that much fun.”

“Maybe it’s what he does in those three seconds that would blow your mind.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. “I’ll take your word for it.”

Brixton cleared his throat. “Mr. Reed, I don’t recall inviting you to this negotiation.”

“When you took my fiancée, you absolutely invited me. You’re going to release her now…”

“I’m afraid that’s not open for discussion. Mr. O’Connell—”

“— can’t do a fucking thing for you.” Adam gave him a thin smile, sharper than a knife’s blade. “He’s always been kept at arm’s length from the king because of his ties to the 82nd Street Vandals. You can pull a rat out of the gutter, but you certainly can’t dress it up or take it out into polite society.”

What the hell was he doing…?

“My fiancée might enjoy slumming it up with the vermin, but I assure you, they will never give her what she truly craves or needs.” His gaze seemed fixed on Brixton. Raw anger ripped through me. I wanted to trust him, but this was…

Then I saw Lainey. With Milo.

Her lips were flattened into a thin line, and her eyes blazed. All the sounds around us seemed to fade. The roar of the crowd, the music, the slapping of skin— both the couples fucking away in some of the corners and the fresh fight in the arena.

“O’Connell is a pretender. You want access, you need an actual Bishop.”

Brixton quirked an eyebrow. “That would be you?”

“For more than five years. I know far more than the king would probably like to admit.”

“And you’re just going to help us? Just like that?” The scoff in Brixton’s voice didn’t have to be imagined. I wanted to move away from Adam, but he kept his arm firmly around me.

“No, not just like that.” Adam paused for a beat then glanced down at me. “For her. The one decent light in all of this. She doesn’t come from a family of whores, thieves, or murderers. She certainly doesn’t belong here… not getting this filth on her.”

“Subtle, Mr. Reed,” Brixton said in a clipped tone. “But bargaining for your fiancée—” He managed to make the word sound like slut, impressive. “That doesn’t lend much weight to your offer.”

“No?” Adam traced his fingers against my bare arm. “I owe the king very little and O’Connell a small amount, and like I said… my fiancée here.”

If he said my fiancée one more time…

“Reed,” Liam said in a harsh voice.

“Hush, O’Connell, the grownups are talking.” He didn’t even look at Liam. “Be grateful I’m not castrating you for putting your dick in her. She seems happy enough with it… for now.”

I was so utterly fucking lost.

Brixton’s frown deepened.

“As I was saying,” Adam continued, every word enunciated with a kind of flawless execution of those who were trained from birth to monitor every syllable that passed through their lips. It was both arrogant, unyielding, and a raw challenge. “You need a Bishop. You need someone with access and a personal stake. The king wanted me dead. So I owe him no loyalties.”

What was happening right now?

“This involves O’Connell?”

Adam gave a shrug. “He could have killed me. He didn’t. That buys him forgiveness for a lot.”

“And apparently her bed.” Distrust and dismissiveness were combined in Brixton’s tone.

“Not your concern.” Adam gave me a squeeze. “Here is what I’m prepared to offer you. Release her and O’Connell— I’ll stay in her place.”

I snapped my head to look at him. “Adam—”

He dropped a kiss on my lips that startled me enough to shut me up. “Behave,” he instructed. “You can take your lover and go. That’s all you need to do right now. Be glad I’m letting you have him.”

The automatic urge to slap him warred with the need to shake him, and I could barely do either with my wrists in cuffs.

Without taking his gaze off me or relaxing his grip, Adam said, “Do we have an agreement?”

Brixton hummed a sound. “This is very convenient.”

“Not really,” Adam stated as he lifted his head. “At this point, there are a half-dozen weapons fixed on you. It will be messy, cost quite a bit to clean it up, but you can agree— perhaps even get something out of the deal.”

“Or?” Their captor asked in an inquiring tone that suggested he didn’t quite believe him.

“Or you can die… like your man there.” He nodded, and I turned to look almost as swiftly as Brixton did.

The guard who’d been choking was lying on the ground, not moving. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and more… was spreading on the floor beneath him.

How…?

“Decision? I’d really like to get my fiancée home.” The possessiveness every single time he said that seemed to be delivered home on the point of a blade. I swore he was inflicting it on Lainey.

It made me hate him a little, even if the reason for it seemed unrelated.

Maybe.

Brixton’s phone rang, and it solidified what Rome and I had thought. He wasn’t the one in charge. Answering it, he spared me a look, then past us to Liam. Noise from around us rushed in, shouts from the gaming tables, more sounds of fights in the ring.

The conversation wasn’t a long one. “Very well. Uncuff her. You will take her place, which means you get the shock collar as well. If anyone tries to interfere with us leaving, she will be the first target to go down. You are not the only one with resources here.”

That was it?

“So we understand, all of you will die if so much as a hair on her head is disturbed.” They sounded like they were discussing the weather and it was insane. Adam couldn’t be—

“Ow,” I snapped as the guy trying to take off the handcuffs gripped my arm to turn me to him. A second later, he was on the ground screaming, following a sickening crunch of his arm bending at an unnatural angle.

Keys in hand, Liam faced us and unlocked the handcuffs. “The collar now,” he ordered with a glare at Brixton.

“Mr. O’Connell,” Brixton said. “I haven’t agreed to let you go.”

“I haven’t agreed to not kill you either,” Liam countered.
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With Emersyn and Rome back in the fold, the renovation of the clubhouse resumes in full force. Doc continues PT with her and now Jasper.

Liam continues trying to get information on this new entity. The thing is they really knew nothing about Liam or Emersyn for that matter. There’s also the ‘Rats’ that need to be dealt with.

There is so much going on and so much information without substance, leading to a very surprising ending. I truly didn’t see any of this coming.

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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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High Note – Cardinal Sins Book 3 by Heather Long and Blake Blessing


High Note
Cardinal Sins Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Blake Blessing

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Carve up the world…

From the moment my sexy death angel strode through that door, I’d been in lust. Or at least that was what I told myself. Beautiful, powerful, and far too dangerous for me, and I was hooked.

Utterly, irrevocably hooked.

Course, she had her own personal psycho puppy and, man, as much as I’d like to hate him, I didn’t. The dude was OCD to the point of painful when it came to cleaning, and he had the best skills in the kitchen. He also worshiped the ground she walked on.

Same, man, same.

We were making this work, even with the Fed in the dungeon. Then she didn’t come home. I didn’t care what I had to do, I was going to get her back.

If that meant letting the Fed out and working with him, then I was down. He could kick down the door and break the bones, whatever it took. If we had to take the world apart, well, then that was what we’d do.

Rick needed her. Mr. Call Me Cash was obsessed with her.

And me?

Well, I was all of the above. No way we were letting her go without a fight, not after we’d hit more than one high note together.

NOTE:
HIGH NOTE is a full length dark adult romance and psychological thriller with suspenseful themes. Any trigger warnings will be included in the foreword. 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 three in the series.

If you haven’t read the other books in this series, STOP! Go back and read them this book starts where the last one left off.

When we last left Vienna, she had been abducted and was about to be interrogated. Rick and Fletcher had been fine until she didn’t call. Faced with the worst they need help to find her and free Cash from the cell in the basement.

They’re not sure if they can trust him but he will give them a different view as they retrace Vienna’s last known steps. When they finally let Cash call his answering service, they get the break they needed. An informant has valuable information, but there’s a lot more than that.

This is a favorite scene.

“What happened?” Rick asked. “We waited for you…”

Okay, even I melted a little at that quiet admission.

Drew turned and patted his chest right over his heart and left her hand there, as if she realized he just needed physical touch. “I’ll explain all that later. What’s most important right now is why he,” she pointed at Cash, who grinned like the devil he was, “is with you. And how you found him.” She pointed to the blue-eyed fucker staring intently at Drew.

Yeah, I didn’t like him at all.

We still hadn’t discovered how he was able to bring us here.

Rick didn’t seem inclined to throw himself in the naughty circle, so I explained the easiest of the two. “We couldn’t find you,” I started.

Fuck, I sounded just as pitiful as Rick.

“I knew something was wrong, and I exhausted all of my resources and skills and still couldn’t find you.” I sucked in a deep breath for courage. “Because we were desperate, we let him out to help us find you.” Tossing an arm out at Cash, I almost yelled, “And look! It worked! Because he has a spidey-network of people on your trail. You should be upset with him, not us.”

Drew should be proud. I incorporated one of her 5 Ds. Deflect. I was deflecting the blame onto the ex-Fed.

Cash shrugged, all nonchalant. “I got us here. And you look like you could use the help, even if you got out on your own.” The fucker looked so proud I wanted to punch him in the face. But from over here.

She turned to Horatio, not even acknowledging Cash. “And you?”

He stepped forward, still drinking her in. Had he even blinked?

I was on to his game. The fucker wanted her to notice his blue fucking eyes.

Rick hugged her waist from behind when she lifted a foot to get closer to Horatio.

I studied him through new eyes, trying to see what Drew saw. She obviously knew him, and that irked me.

He wasn’t the stunner Rick was, or even Cash. He was maybe half an inch shorter than me and just a little broader. Standard brown hair. No distinguishing features except for those fucking blue eyes he didn’t even try to hide beneath round frame glasses.

“When you didn’t surface for a few days, I thought you might need some help. And these knuckleheads didn’t know their asses from a hole in the ground. So, I… assisted.” One side of his mouth kicked up in a crooked grin, transforming him into a somewhat attractive man. I guessed. If you squinted and tilted your head sideways.

Yup, still hated him.

Drew’s brows dropped and her lips pinched. “How did you know where I was?”

His grin grew. “Ah, that’s information. We could say you already owe me for getting your boys here.”

“How much?” She shot back.

“Dinner?” “I’m not going on a date with you,” Drew said as I shouted, “Hell no!”

Rick just growled. Good. We could intimidate the accountant with our psycho puppy. To him, Rick would look like a rabid rottie.

“A family dinner is fine.”

“Nope! No. Hell to the fucking no.” This man was not invited into the house. “No more.” I stopped and pointed at Horatio. “We already have enough foxes.”

He crinkled up his nose as he watched me resume my pacing behind Drew and Rick. “Excuse me?”

“No more blue-eyed fucking foxes in the hen house!” I shouted, then pressed up behind Rick’s back like he was holding me back from raining destruction on Horatio’s head. “We have enough, thank you fucking much.”

While Horatio didn’t so much as glance in my direction, Drew did. At her quirked brows, I frowned and then flushed.

“Well,” I continued in more of a mumble. “We do.”

“You never mentioned knowing her,” Cash said into the silence, his tone less arrogant and much more broody. I damn near smirked. Oh, look at that. Mr. I-Fucking-Know-Everything didn’t know something.

“You never asked,” Horatio told him without a sideways glance, then nodded to Drew. “Do you require medical assistance?”

With one question, he flipped my attention back to Drew. She really did look like death warmed over. Our death angel was still there, bruised and battered, but very much alive. Rick rumbled a sound, but she just rubbed a circle against his chest.

“I do not,” she answered. “We can discuss a family dinner later.” Then she flicked a look at Cash. Some of his smugness had drained away as he studied her in return, then eyed Horatio. “We will also discuss the releasing of dangerous individuals when they could be a threat to the two of you.”

Could be. Not was.

That actually made my chest puff out a little.

“Since you’re here, someone manage him. I need to get some more supplies.”

“What do you need?” Rick was ready to open a vein if necessary. Me too, if it came to that, despite the fact I’d prefer to never see blood again.

“Besides a steak, a hot bath, and perhaps a very large glass of wine,” I tacked on for him. There was no mistaking the faint gurgling noise that came from her stomach.

“I need to wash up,” she said, choosing her words carefully. Our accountant “friend”— okay, not our friend, but clearly he wanted to be Drew’s, the blue-eyed bastard— nodded.

“You also require rest,” he said. “If you have no objections, I’ll take care of closing the cabin.

Probably better for you to get home.” “Wait a fucking minute,” Cash said abruptly. “Wash— where’s Sandra Jane? Is that what you need help with? She should be arrested—” He stopped abruptly, and I stared at him.

Was he for fucking real, now? Did they all take stupid pills this morning? We couldn’t hand her over. I had no idea what she knew or didn’t know, but that wasn’t the point. She hurt Drew. That was unacceptable.

Period.

“Ignore the former federal officer,” Horatio said. “Some habits are almost impossible to break. He is, however, not an idiot. I also assume the two of you need to have a conversation. Those two would be better somewhere else, with you secure.”

If by somewhere secure, he meant home, and without him, I was down with it.

“And you?” Drew asked, ignoring Cash as easily as Horatio did. That was almost funny, because a vein throbbed in his forehead as he cut his glare back and forth between the two of them.

“I am a patient man. You’re safe. As for the rest, we can call it a favor…”

Before any of us could object, Drew merely shook her head. “We don’t deal in favors.”

“True,” he said with a faint smile. “But that, too, is an old habit.”

“One, I’m not interested in breaking.”

“Heard,” he acknowledged. “Then add, allowing me to bring a dessert or a bottle of wine to the family dinner for the cost.”

A troubled look passed over her face. The fact Drew let me see her feelings in her expressions at all was a gift, but this, I didn’t think was so much about allowing any of us. She sure as hell wasn’t allowing Cash. No, there was a weariness to her, a kind of strung too tightly. Now that I’d noticed it, I couldn’t unsee it.

Rick didn’t offer any objections. I expected the Big Guy to just shut this down, but he didn’t. Instead, he let himself be lulled by the contact with her. Yeah, that I got. I didn’t want to focus on them at all, just on her.

“If that means we can get you out of here,” I said. “Then let’s go. I can handle dinner with the numbers guy, as long as we don’t have to talk math all night.” Then again… “We could do group rounds of Sudoku. Pretty sure I can kick his ass.”

That pulled a smile from Drew, and she chuckled. “I think we’ll be fine. Dinner, and you may bring the wine after Rick decides what we’re having. I’ll message you the details.”

“Accepted.” Horatio turned to go back to the car, pausing only when Cash grabbed him.

Oh, was someone about to get their ass kicked?

“Ratio, you didn’t tell me you knew her.”

Yeah, we established that.

“No, I didn’t. Nor will I ever confirm it for you. The lady is tired. Try not to be too much of an ass.” Then he glanced back at Drew once more. “Unless this is another issue you need cleaned up?”

It was probably the most civilized and scary fucking threat I’d ever heard. The man was an accountant, but you’d have to be an idiot to miss the actual menace underscoring those perfectly polite words. Like said idiot, who released him with a laugh.

The Fed was definitely out there. “I’m starting to think there’s something really wrong with him,” I told the Big Guy quietly. Drew definitely heard me, but she didn’t look away from the other pair. I could imagine she weighed all the pros and cons in an instant. It seemed a very her thing to do.

“No,” she said, finally. “Thank you for offering.”

“Of course.” He shook off Cash, or maybe the Fed just released him. Either way, he returned to the car and retrieved a bag. “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he said as he returned and headed toward the house. “Vienna.”
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Cash’s informant obviously knows Vienna but at this point he doesn’t know how he knows her. This is an interesting development, and it just gets better from here.

More clues, more things Vienna takes care of, revelations, the kindle melting scenes and an OMG ending. I can’t wait for the next book!

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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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Blake Blessing is no longer new on the Indie scene, but she’s still ecstatic about this chapter in life. She is a mom, wife, art enthusiast, and author.

She attended ten different schools growing up, so books became her constant friend. Escaping into books of all different genres made life fun and exciting. Blake was also raised on music and still blasts it through the house and car at every opportunity.

She has a weird sense of humor and a penchant for chocolate milk. It only makes sense she would one day go on to write her own stories.


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Farewells and Forever – Untouchable Book 12 by Heather Long


Farewells and Forever
Untouchable Book 12
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Beautiful, I love you. No ands, ifs, or buts. No beating around the bush. Will you marry me?

From the first proposal on the playground when we were five to the one two weeks ago, Coop has always been there for me.

Baby Girl, the only thing I’ve ever wanted is you. Forever.

Protector. Best friend. Lover. Jake’s a part of me in a way I can’t define. Even when we were apart, I knew we would find each other.

This is my love song for you, Angel.

Music is Ian’s love language. He doesn’t just wrap me up to keep me safe from the world, he pulled me into his. He shared his love and the knots that bind our hearts are beyond anything I could have imagined.

From the day I met you—you were the one, Babe. The only one.

Archie’s my hero in some ways, he pushes and he demands. At the same time, he savors and teases. He’s a builder and a fixer. I had no idea that the day he arrived was the day the last piece missing in my world would lock into place.

Marry us.

My name is Frankie Curtis, the four men I love more than anything else in this world want me to marry them. They want forever.

They want me.

If you haven’t read the other books in this series. STOP! Go back and read them, they are so very important to the progression of this relationship.

I knew this day was coming, I was anticipating it and wanted it. Now it’s here and I find myself sniffling. This is the final Untouchable book. This is Frankie, Coop, Archie, Ian and Jake getting their HEA. I am sobbing…and smiling.

I loved the opening to this book with them sky-diving. Mind you I would never jump out of a perfectly good airplane, but with them it was just another fun adventure. They do a lot of crazy things but they do it together and that’s what has made this series so perfect.

There’s a lot to be done, graduating, where to live after, planning the wedding and making sure everything is legally perfect.

I loved their family meeting to decide some of these issues, it is one of many favorites.

Here’s a peek at it.

We finished eating and then moved upstairs to our living room. Frankie curled up on one corner of the sofa, fresh wine glass in hand.

“New York,” she said finally, then glanced at us. “We stay here? Whether we live in the city or the Hamptons or Archie gets to build us a house in Westchester.”

Jake laughed and I grinned. Archie didn’t even look remotely humbled by the declaration. “I like it. And I love the idea of building us a house. We don’t need to move yet. We’re good here. But eventually, we’ll want a place to expand.”

“Agreed,” Bubba said. “Which means Coop can work on his master’s here, and we can discuss where we want to have the wedding.”

“I still say we elope,” Archie kicked back on one of the chairs and put his feet up. Jake was scrolling through movies, more to just do something than looking for real. However, we would end up watching one. “Tell no one, go get married, then come back and plan a huge party and make it a commitment ceremony or a reveal party, you know?”

“As much as I kind of like that idea,” Frankie said. “We still have three problems with that.”

“Give them to us, Babe. We can’t fix the problems without the parameters.”

A smile flashed across her face, alleviating some of the earlier melancholy. “There’s the legal issue of five people getting married.”

“We’re working on that,” Archie said. “Legal we can handle. The ceremony itself is for us, and it’s our emotional commitment.”

“Goddamn,” Jake said, then gave a low whistle of appreciation. “You’ve really grown.”

“Yeah, fuck you too,” Archie said with a smirk. Everyone laughed, even Frankie. Bubba slid over and picked her right up before settling her in his lap. When the tension drained out of her, I nodded. That was what she needed and Bubba must have felt it as she curled into him.

“Back to the wedding,” Bubba said. “We need to pick a date, a place, and who we want to officiate. Then we need to decide how formal we want to be. Do we want to say our own vows?” Bubba focused on her. “Do you want to walk down an aisle, or should you be the one at the front while the four of us walk to you?”

Oh… hey. “That’s not a bad idea,” I said. “When it comes down to it, we are the ones who pursued you.”

Frankie chuckled. “You also made me untouchable.”

“Hell yeah, we did,” Jake said with more than a little pride. “I’m still sorry that hurt your feelings, but I’m not sorry we kept the schmucks away.”

“While I’m certain she has long since forgiven us,” I jumped in. “Let’s not pick at old wounds, shall we? What were the other problems, Beautiful? You said the legal issue is one.”

“The name issue,” Frankie said. “Do we want to change any names? I mean— Frankie Curtis Brennen Benton Rhys Standish is a bit of a mouthful.”

“You can handle it,” I teased. “You handle all of us just fine, and I speak from experience.”

She flushed, but she also laughed.

“Lose the Curtis,” Archie suggested. “Then you’re Frankie Brennen Benton Rhys Standish— Mrs. Standish for short.”

There it was, the wild smile on his face and the gleam in his eyes. I got it. The idea of her being Mrs. Brennen was definitely appealing, but Archie wasn’t wrong. If we went with all the names…

“Okay, legal issues, name issues,” Jake said, ticking them off. “What’s our third problem?”

Lifting her head, Frankie studied all of us. I braced for it, because whatever it was, we’d fix it or tackle it together.

“Kids,” she said slowly. “We’ve really not talked about it since… the new year. Do we want them?”

“Hell yes,” Archie said. “Eventually. When you’re ready.”

“Agreed,” Bubba and Jake said almost in the same breath. But I caught the look she sent me. The one that said help.

“Beautiful, we’re not in a rush. Bubba’s twenty-two, we’re twenty-one, almost twenty-two. We’re not graduating for another few months, and then I’m going after my master’s degree while you take over the world, and Bubba writes the soundtrack for two evil geniuses who will be creating all the neat new tech. We have time. We want kids— when the time is right for it. What do you want?”

She sighed as Bubba rubbed her back. “Being a mom scares the hell out of me.”

“Frankie,” Jake leaned in to catch her free hand, “you are not your mother. You have never been your mother. You have that big ass heart, and you have all four of us. We’re going to love every single child we make, no matter whose sperm wins the race…”

I rolled my eyes. Really? Making sperm into a competition.

“… you’re going to be an amazing mother. Your kids are gonna be so fucking lucky to have you. That said, nothing happens until you’re ready. If that day doesn’t come, well, there’s nothing wrong with having the freedom to be naked any time of day and fuck like rabbits on the sofa if we want to.”

It was Frankie who rolled her eyes. “You guys will do that anyway.”

“Yes,” Bubba agreed. “We will. The point is that we make the decision together. No one is doing this alone. Whether it’s you taking on a more pivotal role at Standish or Coop getting licensed— those two trying to build the next best thing without blowing anything up.”

“Hey,” Archie said. “We haven’t blown anything up in months.”

“We’re also not done with the test engine,” Jake said drily. “Yet.”

Laughter spilled out of Frankie, and she tucked her head against Bubba’s shoulder. He kept rubbing her back while Jake rubbed his thumb over her palm.

“I love our family,” she said softly. “I don’t want to lose this—”

“Then we don’t,” I promised. “We keep talking, we keep working together, we build the future we want. We do it together. That doesn’t mean we won’t have hiccups or stumbles. But we pick each other up, we steady each other, we pick up the slack when someone else needs it.”

“What he said,” Jake agreed. “I love our family too. Fuck it, if names are an issue, I say we all change our names to something so we match and the only mouthful you have to deal with is us.”

That set her off laughing even as Archie groaned.
Heather Long. Farewells and Forever (Kindle Locations 363-414).

Watching Frankie, Cooper, Jake, Ian and Archie grow into maturity has been quite the journey and as I turned each page, I saw that growth become so much more.

Hank, has really become her father even after all those years of not knowing. Kelly, Chloe, Craig and Alec have just added more to the idea family. I loved the scenes with Frankie and her siblings especially the talk with Alec.

Even Eugene and Patience had to grow in these books, as grandparents they certainly messed up early on.

Eddie, well I think he’s the one who really changed the most. I got a kick out of him and Hank.

Rachel, oh how I love her!! She’s the ultimate best friend.

Jeremy and his friend Ann are cute as can be, and I loved Archie’s meeting with them.

Then there’s the guy’s families, oh how much they’ve come to understand with their son’s unconventional relationship.

There are new places, new adventures, a return to a favorite place and of course there’s scenes that practically melted my kindle.

It’s hard saying good-bye to this series, but these characters live on. In my heart, in some books Heather has planned, and in the Epilogue and bonus scenes at the end of this book.

Bravo, Heather! This series will always be a favorite.

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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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Brutal Fighter – 82nd Street Vandals Book 5 by Heather Long


Brutal Fighter
82nd Street Vandals Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Broken dreams.
Broken lives.
Broken bird.

Our feelings for her were like wild animals finally freed from their cage. But my sparrow, she was the most brutal fighter of us all. She’d had to be.

The battles she’s survived, she’s done in silence and alone.

Not anymore.

Never again.

Milo let her go. Jasper took her. Vaughn sheltered her. Liam taught her. Rome connected with her. Doc pushed her away. Freddie went after her. All because we wanted what was best for her.

Me?

I was in this fight. Our promises might lie shattered in the debris of the life we’d thought she had, but we weren’t abandoning them or her.

Oh no, I would never leave her again.

My name is Kellan Traschel, I will be whatever she needs me to be. And if war is what must be waged, then hell was what we would rain down.

First if you haven’t read the other books in this series, STOP! Go back and read them, this one begins where the last one left off.

Emersyn is back at the clubhouse and that first night she spends with Lainey. Lainey deserves to know everything, but there are some things Emersyn hasn’t yet told her.

Things get interesting when Adam shows up with Liam wanting to talk to not only Emersyn, but also Lainey. Everyone gets involved in that one.

I have loved Kellen from the very first book of this series and now I love him even more. Vaughn and Jasper are so protective and Freddie, well he’s Freddie.

There’s also the developing relationship between Milo and Lainey, that’s a source of all kinds of fun.

Although I have to say when Emersyn is with Liam and Rome things are both easy and complicated.

This is a favorite scene.

“What did Doc say?” Rome didn’t. Another reason to love my mirror.

“That they will heal,” she said slowly, fingering the scars. “That there are things we can do to reduce the scar tissue and to exercise the muscles— rehabilitate them.”

Nothing in her tone suggested it was good news nor that she believed him.

“Did he give you the rest of your results?” I kept it light as I set the water to heat on the stove. The bread was ready to drop when I was ready.

The weight of her stare settled on me and I twisted to meet that look head-on.

“I’m not pregnant.” A hot desert wind blew through me that she’d worried that had been an option.

“Okay.”

Despite the fact that he seemed focused on his food, Rome undoubtedly listened to every single word she said.

And those she didn’t.

Just like me.

“I have a bit of an infection,” she added with a grimace. “The antibiotics are already working. He wants me to take more, though.”

Right. I fisted my temper and parked it. People were going to be broken when I hit the ring this weekend. I needed the outlet. The question about her uncle was right there on my tongue, but I refused to make her explain shit to me.

I could torture it out of him.

Oh, I liked that plan.

I cracked two eggs, one at a time, into the boiling water. Then dropped the toast. Rome had nearly finished his food.

“Anything else you want to share?” Lots of ways to phrase that, but if she wanted to talk to us, I wasn’t going to stop her.

“I hurt him.”

“Doc?” I twisted to look at her again and a smile ghosted over her lips.

“No, not him. My uncle.”

Oh. “Good.”

She was chewing her lower lip again. Paying attention to the eggs and the toast, I got her breakfast together without smashing anything.

“I tried to get away.” She wasn’t looking at either of us this time. Instead, she rested a hand on the stapler.
Rome went still. Everything about Hellspawn said wild animal, trapped, and hurt. One false move could startle her.

Worse, it could chase her off.

“I punched him in the dick.” It was the almost wistful note in her voice that had me altering some plans where said bastard was concerned. “Then did that wrap his knee and jerk it move we worked on.”

She swallowed, the convulsive motion in no way detracting from the solitary note of pride.

“Something cracked when he went down. I hurt him.” The repeat of the last sentence stoked a sense of pride inside of me. When I held out the plate to her, she seemed to come back to us in the kitchen. Returning from whatever distant place she’d fled. “Thank you for showing me how to do that.”

“You’re welcome, Hellspawn. Give it another couple of days, and we’ll start training again.”

She gripped the plate, but I didn’t let it go when she blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“I know you’re not a hundred percent right now, but it’s better to know what you can do no matter what condition you’re in.”

The sheer amount of chewing she kept doing to her lower lip threatened to split the skin. Understanding kindled in her eyes and she nodded once. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Remind me that I want to show you how to kill a man…” When she dipped her gaze to the stapler and red flushed her cheeks, I added, “Without the stapler.”

There. The corners of her lips curved upwards in a real smile. There she was. “I did pretty good with it,” she admitted.

“You did amazing with it,” I assured her, and when she tugged the plate, I let it go before handing her a fork. “But there’s more than one way to skin an asshole.”

Her nose wrinkled again. “At least you didn’t say cat.”

“Hellspawn, no one is skinning your pussy. Ever.”

Rome huffed a breath, but it was Hellspawn’s reaction that I wanted. The real smile came and went as if she fought with laughter. “Not even if I ask?”

“Ask me sometime and find out.” What the fuck was I doing? The comment slipped out before I could reel it back in. But the mirth dancing in her eyes and the color in her cheeks was a thousand percent improvement from the pale, shaky woman who arrived with my other half.

I stole a glance at him and he nodded once— to me— then at her. But he was right. She responded to the teasing, to the tone, or maybe just to us.

Whatever.

Flirting with her wasn’t a damn hardship. Still, I wasn’t stepping on Rome’s toes. She dug into the poached eggs and toast with some enthusiasm.

Satisfied, I got my food reheating then went about making coffee.

“Will you tell me how you know Adam?” she asked, but only after she’d cleaned her plate and turned down my offer for more.

The last thing I wanted to talk about was Adam.

“Sure,” I countered. “Tell me what he offered you.” I took her empty plate and passed her the fresh coffee. I’d made one for Rome too.

“You won’t like it,” she warned me.

That went without saying. “Then don’t tell me.” It was the best I could do.

“But I want to know how you know him.”

Pulling out the food, I leaned back against the counter and sank the fork into the flaky, somewhat overcooked salmon, and shrugged. “I told you my price.”

Rome could have told her. He knew. But she hadn’t asked him. That, and I had a feeling he wanted to know what Reed had offered her too.

She sighed, staring into her coffee cup for a minute. “He asked me to marry him.”

The plate cracked in my hand.
Heather Long. Brutal Fighter (Kindle Locations 1202-1250).

The revelation of Adam’s out of the blue marriage proposal is just the beginning as now Ezra is also in the picture. Liam needs a whole lot of answers.

I love the relationship Emersyn has with Kellen and I’m so glad things are better with Doc. Heck every single one of them has a different relationship with Emersyn, each giving her something she needs.

Now a lot of things are cleared up in this book, but others become more cloudy.

There have been many clues sprinkled throughout all the books, but we still don’t know the identity of ‘the King’. I have my suspicions, but dang I’m not positive.

Of course, the ending had me screaming at my kindle, but I’m kind of used to that with this series. I can’t wait for 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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Legacy and Lovers – Untouchable Book 11 by Heather Long


Legacy and Lovers
Untouchable Book 11
By
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Heather Long

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When did we become the adults? When did we become the ones who had to make the hard calls? One by one, we’ve all left our teenage years behind. College brought new challenges even as Bound Hearts brought us more.

Whether we’re making music, love, war, games, or trouble, we’ve found a good balance. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Together, we know we can do anything.

We’ve learned that even being apart doesn’t mean we aren’t together.

Life has a habit of throwing curve balls. School, careers, new hobbies, friends in need, and family demands are hitting us from every angle. We’re going to need each other more than ever.

Archie, Coop, Ian, Jake, and I are a team. We’re constantly figuring it out and sometimes, we fight. We also make up.

And we’ll have each other’s backs, today, tomorrow, and into the future.

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

Once again if you haven’t read the other books in the series STOP, go back and start at the beginning.

This book starts pretty much where the last one ended. It’s the beginning of their third year at NYU. It’s been a busy two weeks and Frankie wants some alone time with Coop. He’s volunteering at a center in Flushing so it’s a bit of a commute, but Frankie doesn’t mind taking the subway to meet up with him to travel back home together. This was so much fun and I loved the phone conversation with Hank.

Jake’s taken up playing hockey and he’s pretty good at it. He loves that Frankie comes to watch even his practices and I loved seeing the after of this one.

Frankie and Rachel always get me laughing and when Frankie models for her it’s so much fun. Rachel drops a bit of a bomb, but dang if Frankie doesn’t counter it like a pro.

I think the interactions with Jeremy and Miss Abigail are hysterical, but she’s a puppy after all and does need to have manners.

Ian and Frankie have some new things to think about with their music and it’s both fun and exciting for them. School however is the priority right now.

The person everyone is concerned about is Archie. He’s buried himself in projects and working long hours. It’s his way of dealing with Grandpa Ted’s death, but he’s isolating himself. I really loved the way Frankie stepped in.

Now all that’s just a touch of the beginning of this book. This relationship is always sizzling and full of fun innuendos.

It’s taken me a while to decide on my favorite scene, but I think when everyone gets sick after Halloween night takes the prize here. I love how they take such good care of each other.

Two days after Halloween, I woke up with more than a sore throat and Jake propped his head up on his hand as he gazed down at me. Bless him, he didn’t say anything until I said, “I think I’m sick.”

It came out so hoarse and rough, he smiled gently and pressed his lips to my forehead. “We know. You’ve been flush for two days, Baby Girl.”

I groaned, closing my eyes and putting a hand up to my face. My head hurt, my throat hurt. Even my muscles hurt. When I tried to sit up, Jake wrapped an arm around me and tugged me up against the pillows.

He nodded over to the nightstand next to the bed and I could have cried. Cold meds sat there with a tumbler on the warming plate. I’d bet anything there was hot tea in there.

“Ian or Coop?”

“Both of them, but Coop was up here earlier and he noticed how hot you were running.” There wasn’t an ounce of reproach in his voice. I cradled the tumbler and then took a sip of the tea. “Archie sounded a little rough this morning, so Jeremy banished him to his own room for a few hours.”

I grimaced.

“Bubba’s got a stuffed nose but otherwise he seems fine and Coop’s got the constitution of an ox, so he’ll be swapping out with me after he gets back from work later.”

“Jake,” I protested but he just shook his head at me.

“Nope. You’ve got a cold and a fever. You’re the worst off. It’s not our first rodeo.”

“And if you get sick?” Misery might love company but I didn’t want them sick. I told them I wasn’t and then they were all sleeping in here anyway.

“Then we get sick. I’ve never been afraid of your cooties.”

That just made me giggle. Unfortunately, that giggle turned into a cough. I covered my mouth and grimaced. Reaching past me, Jake got the meds out and held them over to me. I took them. The tea was amazing, but my throat felt like I’d swallowed crushed glass and I swore my pulse thumped in my head.

“You hungry at all?”

I shook my head, I kind of just wanted to go back to sleep. “I have to call my dad.”

“I’ll do it if you want.”

“And I have to call Eddie.”

“I can do that too.”

Sniffling, I took another swallow of the tea and then put it back on the warming plate before I turned to snuggle into Jake. He chuckled, stroking my hair.

“Hot,” I grumbled.

“Yes, you are, in more ways than one.” He nuzzled a kiss to my head. “Go to sleep, Baby Girl. I’m going to get a damp cloth. Hopefully the meds will work and we’ll get that fever down.”

I hated being sick.

He slipped out of the bed, but came back with the cold wash cloth, after he tucked it around my neck and let me cuddle right up to him, I was out.

The next time I woke up, Jake was still there. He had a book open on the Kindle and he was reading. He scooted out to go grab food for me and more hot tea while I went to the bathroom. I stood under a tepid shower when he came back up, but I was already swaying from the headache before I was totally done.

Skipping clothes altogether, I just crawled back into bed. There was soup, meds, more tea and water and then a Jake to snuggle before I went back to sleep.

The whole weekend passed with only brief moments of being awake enough to take meds and eat. My fever finally broke sometime on Sunday morning. Ian was there and he picked me up and carried my nasty, sweaty self right into the shower.

Thankfully, he was an old hand at washing my hair. They all were. Jake was waiting when we were done and they toweled me off and combed out the tangles before I got to be in fresh pajamas.

They’d even changed out the bedsheets. Jake also looked a little flushed and Ian told him to get in the bed and handed him the same meds I was taking. Archie definitely had the cold so he came up to join us, leaving Coop and Ian to run all over the place, but I could actually help.

What a shitty weekend.

Well, not so shitty I guessed because by Monday, I was mostly better except for feeling like a snot factory. Coop had finally taken a turn and he was definitely rough. Archie was already bouncing back, and Jake’s fever broke.

So far, Ian was the only one who’d escaped unscathed, but we skipped classes to look after everyone else. Thankfully, none of us managed to get Jeremy sick. Which was definitely a win.

“Hey,” Coop said in a raspy voice. He was the last of us still sick. Jake, like me, had a mild cough and a stuffy nose but he’d felt a hell of a lot better after the fever passed. Archie seemed to have dodged all of that.

Coop, though, he got all the cooties. “Hey,” I greeted him, his forehead was definitely damp and his hair sticky. “How are you doing?”

“I feel like ass,” he complained and I chuckled. “I recognize that feeling.”

“Your cooties had some kick.” The half-echo of my earlier thought made me smile even more. He shoved himself up and I twisted to get him water. If he had to drink tea, he would, but he wasn’t a fan.

“Well, maybe next time, we skip making out while I’m sick.”

He gave it a beat like he was considering it, then shook his head. “Nah. Totally worth it.”

“You’re terrible.”

“But you love me.”

Not even a question. I leaned in and when he lowered the water bottle, I nuzzled a kiss to his stubbly cheek. “I love you even when you’re gross,” I promised him.

“Good.” He made a face. “Cause I’m pretty sure I’m offending myself.”
Heather Long. Legacy and Lovers (Kindle Locations 1748-1794).

Thanksgiving is quite the occasion with all the families. It was fun and their was a lot of handling the question of their plans for the future with Frankie.

A surprise event had me tearing up. Frankie and the guys really show how much they’ve grown here and I don’t think it could have been handled better.

Archie’s grief also takes a turn and with Frankie and surprisingly Eddie it gets better for all of them.

A big plus in this one is the happy cliffhanger, it was absolutely perfect!

As much as I don’t want this series to end, I know the next book is the last. I can’t wait for their HEA.

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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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First Chorus – Cardinal Sins Book 2 by Heather Long & Blake Blessing


First Chorus
Cardinal Sins Book 2
By
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Heather Long
&
Blake Blessing

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Protect her at all costs…

The last thing I was looking for when I left the facility was a new woman, a new relationship, and a new cause. I found all three in a dark alley. Saving her life was the best choice I’ve ever made.

Now, Vienna is the center of my world. I’ve never met anyone so perfect for me and for whom I am perfect. Where others see flaws, she finds strength. When my demands and needs drove others away, she drew boundaries. In protecting her, I’ve found my purpose in life and I won’t let anything come between us.

That goal required me to deal with flirty Fletcher with his irritating concepts and desire to live dangerously. The past he was on the run from could come for him. That would make them her problem. Not acceptable. Yet as long as she wants him with us, then I’ll protect him and protect her from him. Keeping them safe will take everything I know how to do and the things I’m still learning.

Never has it been more important than now.

Because we have a new problem. I don’t know what we’re supposed to do with him. Vienna’s work demands that she hunt monsters. But when one hunts monsters, don’t those same monsters begin to hunt or at least haunt you? What does that make this latest interloper? Is he a man? Or a monster? I’m personally hoping for a monster. I know exactly what to do with those.

At least Fletcher seems to agree with me. Hopefully our first chorus won’t be our last.

NOTE:
FIRST CHORUS is a full length dark adult romance and psychological thriller with suspenseful themes. Any trigger warnings will be included in the foreword. 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 the first book in this series, STOP! GO BACK and READ IT FIRST! This book begins where that one ended.

The prologue shows us how Rick is handling being left at home while Vienna and Fletcher take care of some business. He’s not the most patient person, but also follows directions and has done some of the research he was asked to do as he watches a report on TV that will mean something later on.

First, we find out how Cash happened upon this particular warehouse. It’s sort of a twofer for him as he approaches Vienna applauding her work.

Fortunately, Fletcher had observed him entering the building and followed. Knocking the intruder out before he got any closer to Vienna. Now there’s a body and a car to dispose of and a captive FBI agent they needed to do more research on.

This is a favorite scene when they arrive at home.

“Welcome home,” I greeted her. The tawny golden brown of her eyes seemed so much darker under the yellow light of the garage, like shadows shifted in them. “What’s wrong?”

The ease in her presence seemed strained. Fletcher approached slowly, like he’d done something wrong or— no, not wrong, he looked pale and washed out.

That only confirmed my opinion that something had happened. The banging from the trunk escalated just as she opened her mouth. A faint frown tightened her brow and she glanced at the trunk. I slammed my fist against it. “Be quiet and don’t interrupt again.”

“Holy shit,” Fletcher said with a chuckle. I met his gaze and his humor only seemed to ramp up, even as his cocky grin widened. “Gonna welcome me home with a kiss? Cause if you’re worried about it, I can assure you, I’m good.”

Before I could shut that down, Vienna let out a breathless little laugh. Like falling into a gravity well, my whole being focused on her. “Fletcher, don’t tease Rick, it’s not nice.” Though her own humor seemed to betray that sentiment, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. If it made her smile, I was all for it. “And yes, we’re home, very busy day.”

At the offer of another kiss, I let out a sigh. “What can I do?”

“You two should probably go inside while I deal with…”

“No,” I told her firmly. “You’ve had a long day, if you need me to put him in one of the basement cells, I can take care of that. The wine is chilled and it’s been opened to breathe for you. You could even go take a shower if you’d like.”

Surprise flickered over her expression. “The basement?”

“Cells?” Fletcher’s shock echoed in that one word.

I gave a little shrug. I’d found the dungeon set up during one of my first days cleaning. It appeared to be in use and useful. Since Vienna hadn’t given me permission to be down there, I’d left it as I found it and didn’t open the door again.

“Fletcher,” Vienna said without glancing away from me. “Go inside, shower, and change. Then come down for dinner.”

“Yes ma’am,” Fletcher said, some of his cockiness fading away.

I sympathized with that feeling. I couldn’t read Vienna’s expression at all. She’d gone so still and neutral, worry exploded to life within me.

Then Fletcher paused to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you,” he said softly before he darted around me and through the open door to the house, leaving us alone.

A thump from the trunk interrupted. Again.

Well, almost alone.

Still, I waited. If I’d fucked up, then I’d take my lumps. I still wasn’t leaving her to carry that person downstairs. Not conscious. Not when I was right here.

Vienna rested her hand on the trunk as she studied me. My heart pounded against my ribcage. She’d never been upset with me before, and I couldn’t say I enjoyed the feeling. That was, if she was upset. There was no way to tell under the dim lights in the garage.

Maybe under the bright light of day, where I could see every nuance of her expression, but not right here, right now.

“How did you know about the basement?”

I released a slow breath. Her question hadn’t been accusatory, more like curious.

“One of the first times you left, when I’d been cleaning. I thought there might be supplies stocked up down there when I ran out of wipes. After I realized there weren’t any, I never went down there again.”

She stepped forward, and I cupped my hands on her hips. Soft amusement flashed in her eyes. “Hmm. No wipes down there. What did you see?”

“I saw one of the cells was occupied. I didn’t talk to him though, even when he tried to yell at me.” Tried, because his voice was reed thin from either overuse or dehydration. Maybe both. He, like the basement, wasn’t any of my business. If he was down there, then he must have done something very bad. Vienna didn’t hurt innocents. She kept them safe from the monsters.

“He never said,” she mused, then shook her head. “It doesn’t matter now. He’s no longer down there.”

“Do you want me to take this person down? I’m happy to. Then you can relax and enjoy dinner. I’ve got chocolate chip cookies in the oven too.” Luckily, I’d just put them in. We had time for me to drop him downstairs.

Pulling her hand from the trunk, she slid it up my chest to rest on the side of my neck. “You’re so sweet, Rick. I’m glad you came into my life.” She glanced down where the offender waited and sighed. “We better get this done. If Fletcher makes it down before we get him secured, he might lose it again.”

“Again?” I hid the bit of glee that roused in my chest. Not that I wanted him sick, per se. I did have some guilt from when I’d gotten him drunk. But if he couldn’t handle her work, then maybe she’d take me next time.

She shook her head and motioned me to step away from the trunk. “It was a very intense situation. I’ll tell you about it later, but I’m proud of him. He surprised me, but more than that, I think he surprised himself. We still have this problem to take care of.” She motioned to the hidden person. “I need Fletcher to do some research before I figure out how we’re going to handle him.”

With a press of the key fob, the trunk popped open. Inside, a large man was crammed in the small space, his legs tied to one wrist. How must have worked one hand out because that arm wasn’t tied to anything. His pale eyes nearly glowed in the shadows as he glared at us.

That wouldn’t do at all. He needed to be fully restrained.

Moving Vienna back gently with a hand to her stomach, I cocked back and then slammed my fist into his face. I watched for a few seconds to make sure he was truly knocked out, then I unknotted the rope connecting his hand to his ankles. I tied his free hand up again. Just in case he was pretending to be knocked out, I didn’t want to inadvertently give him any advantages.

From the looks of it, he was similar in height to me, if not a little taller, but I had more weight on him. I grunted as I pulled him out and threw him over my shoulder. He was silent during the whole thing. Good. He really was unconscious. Otherwise, he would have grunted or made some noise from the force of his stomach hitting my shoulder.

“I’ll grab the door,” Vienna said as she closed the trunk, then moved around me. We’d need to vacuum out the trunk, but I could do that after dinner. I didn’t want Vienna to have to worry about anything else tonight.

Following behind her, I made sure to keep a firm hold on this guy.

I didn’t ask her any questions because I trusted her completely. But he didn’t seem like her usual target. There wasn’t anything physical that I could place my finger on. He was dressed in slacks and a button down, which was on par with many of the men Vienna had me watching.

He just seemed different. I shrugged. It didn’t matter.

She went ahead of me and opened the second cell door. It was different from the first time I’d been down here. It smelled clean, like she’d soaked the entire room from the ceiling down in bleach. Maybe she had, because the man who had been in the other cell before was now gone. Beyond the cot, the cell also had a toilet and sink. The bare minimums. A thin plastic mat covered the cot. There were no sheets or blankets. I glanced at it but decided against laying him on it. Instead, I dropped him to the concrete floor. If Vienna wanted him in this cell, he deserved no kindness from me.

“Do you want me to undo the ropes?” I turned to Vienna as the man groaned at my feet. He wouldn’t be out for very much longer.

Tough bastard.

Granted, he couldn’t have been comfortable in the trunk. The red marks on his wrists suggested he’d been working to get himself free for a while.

Behind me, Vienna sighed. With the guy stirring, I didn’t dare turn, but I wished I hadn’t asked her the question. It meant she had to consider the options. I’d rather send her upstairs to relax. Today had apparently been far more difficult than she expected.

“Untie him,” she said with a kind of finality. “He might be down here for a while.”
Heather Long; Blake Blessing. First Chorus (Kindle Locations 495-565).

This is all just the beginning. There is much history to discover here. Cash is quite the enigma as he is questioned by her. Revealing some but keeping much secret. There’s also an attraction here that will be interesting to see play out.

Interactions between Fletcher and Cash are interesting and informative while those with Rick are just routine.

Then there’s her Uncle David, an interesting character we finally see in person. His request to take care of an investigative reporter has me wondering about him more. He’s very persistent in wanting done quickly.

The research into the Vanisher still reveals nothing of use. However, Fletcher is finding more ways to search.

Plenty of intrigue, more targets and plenty of sizzle throughout this book. Although I find myself with more questions than answers as I came to the conclusion of this book.

Holy crap, what an ending it is!

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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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She attended ten different schools growing up, so books became her constant friend. Escaping into books of all different genres made life fun and exciting. Blake was also raised on music and still blasts it through the house and car at every opportunity.

She has a weird sense of humor and a penchant for chocolate milk. It only makes sense she would one day go on to write her own stories.

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Dirty Devil – 82nd Street Vandals Book 4 by Heather Long


Dirty Devil
82nd Street Vandals Book 4
By
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Heather Long

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Why do our secrets keep hurting us?

Why do our secrets keep coming back?

Why can’t our secrets just die?

Emersyn Sharpe was nothing like I expected and everything I could have ever dreamed of. She stayed and she changed everything. She put the guys in their place. She had fire and spunk, a ferociousness I wished I possessed.

Her darkness called to mine in a way that felt like home.

But hiding secrets is hard work and even the people who think they already know the worst, can’t be fully trusted. No matter how desperately you want it.

The truth may set you free, but the lies? They keep you bound so tight, you don’t even realize you’re trapped.

Milo coming home brought Liam back to us and Boo-boo fit right in. Everything was supposed to get better. So how did it get worse?

Why, why did she leave? Why couldn’t she have waited?

My name is Freddie Dunlap and I’m going to find her.

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DIRTY DEVIL is a full-length mature college/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. The dark romance aspects of this tale continue. Please be aware some situations may be uncomfortable for readers. Trigger warnings can be found in the foreword should you require them. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book four in the series.

If you haven’t read the first 3 books in this series, STOP! This series must be read in order as each book begins where the previous one ends.

At the end of the last book, after beating up security guards and the person who drove her to the airport, Liam watches helplessly as Emersyn boards a private plane. Now they have to figure out, exactly what happened and where exactly she is. They find out little from the driver, who had been hired to not only take her to the airport but also had watched all of them for months.

Freddie was the only one she called. She didn’t want them to talk her out of leaving. Now they have to find her before they can bring her back. Milo thinks they should leave her be since she appears to have left of her own accord. Freddie is adamant that she didn’t want to go.

The horrors Emersyn goes through on her return had me wanting to jump into the book and do something, anything to get her away from her uncle and his goons.

We get to see another side of Doc in this one, the one who once was a Vandal. It’s not a subtle difference.

It takes a while, but Rome is the one who finds the reason Emersyn left, pictures of them all with targets on them, she was protecting them. There’s also her phone and that’s when things get interesting.

When Freddie sees the message on it from Lainey, he immediately texts her back. He has to prove to her he really is a friend but then arranges a meet. We get a flashback here of Lainey and Emersyn in Florida. This time we get to know that Milo was there and what happened between him, Adam and Ezra.

Lainey is no pushover, and she won’t tell them anything unless they take her home with them. The arrival at the clubhouse offers a surprise as Lainey recognizes Milo. Then Liam shows up and asks why Elaine Benedict is there, obviously he knows her. She still won’t say anything until everyone is there, so she doesn’t have to repeat herself. There are many amusing conversations as they wait for Doc to get there.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

Freddie had made sandwiches. A whole stack of them, and he passed them to Rome and Elaine when they came back. She eyed the sandwiches then Freddie before she’d taken a bite from one. I couldn’t quite pin down what it was about her. The clothes and the mannerisms screamed money, wealth, and privilege. But the attitude? The attitude was all fight me and control. She hadn’t said a word about the living room, the cheap furniture or the concrete walls.

She looked more out of place here than Emersyn ever had, but not in a bad way. I couldn’t put my finger on it and I stopped trying to figure it out. The moment Doc walked in, Liam pinned her with a look and said, “Talk.”

“Charming, I’d know you two were brothers without the looks.” Vaughn chuckled, even Jasper shook his head.

The humor, no matter how needed, was far too fleeting. I didn’t want to be entertained. I wanted information.

Thankfully, Elaine didn’t waste anymore time. “Everyone here is trustworthy?” Of all people, she directed that question to Freddie.

“Yes,” he said without equivocation.

“Good, because I’m going to need all of you to help.” She rose from her seat and moved to stand in front of the dark television. It shifted the power in the room, which I assumed was her intention. It also left her standing alone and directly opposite Milo. “Emersyn’s in trouble.”

“And you know this—”

She cut off Milo with a slice of her hand. “Pretty boy, this will go a lot faster if you let me talk and save the questions until after the presentation.”

My eyebrows weren’t the only ones who shot up.

Holy shit. She didn’t miss a beat either.

“So, a little more this,” she continued, holding her thumb and fingers together like a closed mouth. “Instead of this.” She mimed yapping with her hand. After a beat, she nodded. “Good. Emersyn contacted me a few days ago because of a reward that was put out by my family and friends of ours. I knew she was okay, but my grandfather offered the reward at my request. We were hoping someone would try to collect from us before the Sharpes, and that would let me know if anyone had found her before they could sell her out.”

Some of her confidence wavered, but all she did was fold her arms. “I promised her I would help in any way. I would also warn her if we heard anything. That was our last conversation. Then I heard she’d been found and was coming home.”

A shudder raced through her.

“That was the last thing she wanted.”

“Told you,” Freddie said, though his tone was far from smug.

“You sound certain,” Milo said.

“That’s because I am, I’ve known Emersyn since we were five. Granted— we haven’t always been in the same places, and we had a hard time keeping in touch sometimes, but we never gave up on each other and I’m not giving up on her now. As much as I hated not knowing exactly where she was, I was happy knowing she was safe.”

The emphasis she gave to that last word slayed what reservations that might have still lingered over our choices in taking her.

“She never told me why you took her and I don’t care right now, I’m just glad you did. Her going back was never the plan.”

“The false IDs,” Liam said. “You got them for her.”

“Yes, a new identity, cash, anything she needed to not be Emersyn Sharpe anymore, and disappear.”

I frowned. The ferociousness in her eyes glinted with no small amount of danger. She was the real deal. She’d fight for Emersyn. Fight for her the way we would fight for each other.

Freddie and Rome were right to bring her here. “Where is she now?” I asked. “Where is she that you’re so damn worried about?”

As desperate as I was to see her, I wanted the answer to be something like a beach in Mexico or the Caribbean or anywhere. I wanted this to be overkill. I wanted our concerns to be unfounded.

“If he’s done what I think he has and if the rumors are true, he’s sent her back to Pinetree.”

“What the hell is Pinetree?” It was the first time Doc had said a word since he arrived.

“It’s a psychiatric facility,” Liam answered, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “A very exclusive one.”

“You’ve heard of it?” The question seemed rhetorical because she didn’t wait for his response. “All I know is that if she’s there, we need to get her out. I have the money and the connections, but I have no way to get in and I don’t think I could anyway— the last two times he sent her to that place— she was different when she came out.”

“Different how?” Milo took two steps toward her. “There was never anything about her being in a facility.”

“Of course not, it wouldn’t reflect well on the family. But I knew. Some of us knew, because we saw what happened after. The only reason they sent her there was to control her— to take away who she is, and I couldn’t stop it before. I can do something now.”

“That’s where we come in,” Vaughn said, like Doc, he’d said almost nothing. But real fury had replaced the agony in his voice. If they were caging her, we would damn well shatter those bars.

“Exactly. I just— I just don’t know how to make it happen and I need help to get her out.”

“We’d need to know if she was there for sure,” Doc said. “HIPPA would prevent them from admitting it, but medical requests…”

Medical requests?

Milo cut a look at him.

Right. No one wanted to admit this. No one wanted to say she was in trouble, even if it was what we’d all, been saying.

“Tell them,” Rome said and that got all of our attention. But he wasn’t talking to Elaine. He was looking at Liam. “It’s time. Tell them.”

“He’s right,” Freddie said. “Tell them and then we figure out how to get me committed. It’s not like anyone needs to tell me how to be crazy. They’ve been wanting to lock me up for years.”
Heather Long. Dirty Devil (Kindle Locations 1993-2041).

Freddie is my hero, I love him so much. The way he reconnects to Emersyn, and the new friend they make in Bodhi are some of the best scenes ever!

There’s some very interesting intertwining in this book with Liam’s relationship with the Royals that also seem to connect to Lainey.

This book is an emotional rollercoaster, one I couldn’t put down. I laughed, cried, screamed and OMG the ending! The next book can’t get here soon enough!

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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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Songs and Sweethearts – Untouchable Book 10 by Heather Long


Songs and Sweethearts
Untouchable Book 10
By
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Heather Long

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Everything begins.

Everything ends.

Sometimes, it has to end before it begins.

In the course of a year, I have had my heart broken, reforged, only to be shattered again. The tears won’t come. Not anymore. No more looking back. No more asking what if.

Coop wants me to let myself feel it. Jake wants to distract me. Archie wants to put the world at my feet. Ian wants me to not make choices until I’m ready. I’ve got family ready to catch me, but I refuse to fall.

No more waiting.

No more holding my breath.

The future is now.

We have a chance to forge the path we want and I’m all in.

So why does it feel like I’m running away?

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First, if you haven’t read the rest of this series, STOP, go back and read them, you won’t be disappointed.

At the end of the last book, I think I can safely say all of us were both shocked and relieved at the demise of Frankie’s mother Maddie. That Edward, who truly loved her, chose Archie and Frankie over her, was huge. Now we deal with the aftermath, the funeral lowkey and dignified and luncheon following held a few interesting confrontations. One with Frankie’s grandparents and another with Dominic Walsh.

Once back at school, Frankie hasn’t been able to attend classes, her attention span just isn’t where it needs to be. She has options she just hasn’t taken the steps to take advantage of them. However, she does realize it’s her best option at this time.

Rachel becomes more prominent in their lives throughout this book. Her presence is something Frankie needs and truly she is the best friend ever!

The guys of course are the most patient, they know they can’t help with the grieving process, and it’s killing them to watch. They are all back in classes and going about their normal routines. Frankie sometimes joins them as well for a run.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

We walked to warm up and let Frankie set the pace. It was only a couple of blocks over to the park. When she yawned for the third time, I took pity on her and dashed forward to lift her up. She squealed as I tossed her over my shoulder and jogged about fifty feet before Bubba intercepted and he lifted her and did the same.

Laughter wheezed out of her when Coop made a grab for her, but Archie beat him and carried her through one of the entrances to the park before he set her on her feet. “Y’all suck,” she said, her face flushed pink, probably from a combination of entertainment and being upside down.

“I can,” Archie teased her and moved in like he was gonna kiss her, but she gave him a playful shove and Coop managed to get in there and he picked her up and kissed her. A chuckle escaped me as Coop walked her backwards toward the brick wall and away from the path.

Bubba pressed two fingers to his lips and whistled.

“You’re right,” Coop grumbled as he lifted his head. “They suck.”

“We’re here to run,” Bubba reminded him. “Not get in trouble for public indecency.”

“Who’s being indecent?” Coop demanded but Frankie answered for all of us, and his grunt when she squeezed him had me cackling all over again. “Okay. Fine, I’ll take Frankie home and we’ll be privately indecent.”

“Nope,” Archie said. “Frankie wants to run, so she gets to run. You need to think of something to make that thing go away. No one here needs to see it.”

That pulled another giggle from Frankie, and I studied my baby girl. The laughter was there, but it didn’t stay. The sparkle in her eyes, it had been absent for a while. Grief was an insidious thing. I swore it was like that bitch of a mother haunted her more now that she was gone than she’d ever managed in life.

And I had no idea how to fix this. Coop kept telling us we couldn’t. We just had to be there for her. I wasn’t the only one losing my mind a little. Thank fuck for Rachel— another sentence I didn’t think I’d ever be committing to, internally or externally— but seriously, she had been a goddamn lifesaver with Frankie.

She had gradually begun to spend more time back at her dorm, but she was at the brownstone at least one night out of every three. None of us were arguing, because she and Frankie talked for hours, and other times they just watched every single chick flick known to man.

I swore my man card was in jeopardy with the sheer number of theatrical sob-fests we’d watched with them.

“Dude,” Archie said, and I shook off the maudlin thoughts. Frankie was stretching, with Bubba supervising. “You okay?” He’d dropped his voice so it didn’t carry and I rolled my head around. The cracks released some tension, but not enough.

Just… “I’m worried about her.”

“Same,” Archie answered, and he glanced over his shoulder at her even as he grabbed his foot to do some quad stretches. “But we’re doing everything we can.”

“Are we?” I wasn’t so sure about that.

“What are you thinking?” Rather than argue, Archie looked interested. “I’m down with anything if it helps her.”

“I don’t know yet. We need to wrap up the academic year and talk about June.” Our month.

Archie nodded once. “But I think we should— fuck, I don’t know. Take her somewhere she doesn’t have to think about this anymore?” I was asking more than telling.

Releasing a sigh of his own, Archie gave a little shrug. “I’ve been thinking about that. A lot. Maybe taking her to Iceland or somewhere north where she can see the Northern Lights. Do something utterly unexpected and just keep her distracted with sex and play. At the same time…”

“Yeah,” I agreed with the unspoken thought. “I don’t know if that’s what she needs right now either.” It was hard to just— wait and see. Being there for her was what we could do. But until then, we what? Waited?

I’d never hated waiting more.

“Come on slackers,” Coop called and I shook off the worried expression. Arch did much the same. We were all doing it. Tucking the feelings away and keeping our attitudes and expressions as upbeat as possible.
Heather Long. Songs and Sweethearts ARC: Untouchable Book 10 (Kindle Locations 781-815).

Now along with finishing up the semester, there’s also the contract negotiation for Frankie and Ian. Ian is thinking of delaying things even more. Frankie, however, finds out from Dominic and insists they continue as planned.

We get to see KC and the rest of Torched, as Frankie and Ian start their musical journey. I think I may have detected the hint of a possible series hidden in those interactions.

I find myself trying to come up with adequate words to describe this book, it’s beyond anything in the series so far and I became more addicted with every page. The relationships are more than a little complex and the way every single character has grown is obvious at every turn. Every emotion is represented in this book, and I felt every single one.

To say I can’t wait for the next book is an understatement.

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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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Kill Song – Cardinal Sins Book 1 by Heather Long & Blake Blessing


Kill Song
Cardinal Sins Book 1
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Blake Blessing

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Memo
Honor my father.
There are four types of serial killers.
Hedonistic.
Power/control.
Mission-oriented.
Visionary.
Not all serial killers are caught.
At any given point,
there could be as many as fifty serial killers
active at a time.
Fifty.
I’m looking for one.

He’s male, likely in his forties or fifties now. He’s been killing successfully for more than three decades. I suspect even longer, though our timeline is based only on the earliest victim we’ve identified with his signature mark.

Seventy-nine kills that we are certain of.

A year ago, the unsub’s methods changed. It was a subtle shift. Instead of one or two bodies a year, five have been dropped. Forensic evidence remains inconclusive, but in my gut, I know something’s changed.

Either the unsub has a partner or he’s about to become a spree killer.

It’s only a matter of time before someone puts the coin into the right slot and the kill song begins.

Finding the unsub is my obsession. It was my father’s. He died without solving the mystery.

I won’t.

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KILL SONG is a full length dark adult romance and psychological thriller with suspenseful themes. Any trigger warnings will be included in the foreword. 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 one in the series.

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In the prologue of this book we meet Vienna as a child. She believes her father kills the monsters of the world.

As we begin the story we first meet Merrick, he’s being released from inpatient treatment. As he approaches the only open bar in the area he glances in the alley to see a woman in a compromising position with the man’s hand around her throat. His protective instincts kick in and he goes to her rescue. The ensuing battle leaves the man dead, but the woman isn’t upset at all and takes control of the situation. Not by calling the police though.

Vienna isn’t quite sure what to do about Merrick, he refuses to let her walk alone to her car even though she takes a very round-about way to get there. Realizing he really has no where to go she ends up taking him home with her.

This is a favorite scene.

The sweatpants were comfy and when I emerged from my room, Merrick stood at the end of the hall near the top of the stairs. He was still wearing the clothes he’d changed into in the alley, though his hair looked slicked back and his face clean.

I deliberately made a noise so he would hear my approach and he turned to give me an even wider smile. “You look great,” he murmured, with an almost insulting amount of awe in his voice. Either he caught it or my raised eyebrows warned him of the possible verbal misstep. “Not that you didn’t look fabulous before, but this looks just more— you.”

Daddy, he followed me home. I may have to keep him.

“Nice save,” I told him, then bopped his nose with a single finger before heading down the stairs. “I’ll give you a full tour tomorrow. I expect you’re tired, but if you write down your sizes, I’ll make sure to get you resupplied.”

If all he had left was that duffel bag, then he was going to need more.

And I was already planning everything he’d need, right down to the IDs. If he passed every test like he had these few…

Dammit, I was keeping him. Sorry, Daddy.

“Sure, a tour tomorrow is great. And it is getting late. I’d much rather keep you company in the kitchen anyway.” He opened an arm, inviting me to lead the way downstairs.

Such a gentleman, I almost smiled as I passed him.

“So, what do you do for work?” His voice echoed around the narrow staircase, and if I hadn’t been used to tamping down my responses, I might have stiffened. It was definitely a novelty, having someone asking such personal questions in my own space. Enough so that it set every instinct in my body off kilter.

“I do some odd jobs here and there. Enough to get by. I’m going to make some eggs and toast. You sure you don’t want anything?” I entered the kitchen and quietly started pulling the few ingredients from the fridge.

He leaned a hip against the counter, crossing his arms and seemingly content to just watch me beat the eggs.

“That’s great, so you won’t have to leave early in the morning or anything. I can help, you know. I’m a jack of all trades, master of none, kind of guy. No matter what kind of work you have lined up, I can help out.”

I paused my movements. That’s why he asked about my work, not to pry into my business but to make sure I wouldn’t leave him. He did say he formed attachments much too easy. I should really be concerned I wouldn’t be able to get rid of him if I needed to, but there seemed little doubt this man would find himself in trouble without me.

When I glanced up at him, I paused for an entirely different reason. Under the bright lights of the kitchen, with him barely a few feet away, I got a look of just how gorgeous Merrick really was. With sooty lashes framing ice blue eyes, and a few days stubble across his jaw, he was every inch the bad boy.

Which was hilarious, because he had more decency in his thumb than most of the human population… Even if he was a little strange.

Forcing my attention back to my severely whipped eggs, I set them down to put butter in the skillet. The buttery aroma quickly filled the air, while I came up with a response. It was quick, and it wasn’t smoothly evasive.

Note to self, make sure Merrick stays at least five feet away at all times, preferably in the shadows. I had never had an issue reacting to men, and I didn’t want to start now. The solution to that was knowing my boundaries, and Merrick just might be a hard line in the sand.

Damn it.

“Yeah. Okay…” I poured the eggs in the skillet and popped the bread in the toaster. It was slightly unnerving having someone so openly observing me. “I’m sure we can figure something out for you.”

“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” Another perky question to incite an unhealthy amount of teeth grinding.

What was on the agenda? Now that my target was taken care of, I needed to get started surveilling the next man on the list. Among other things…

“Probably some phone calls and administrative things. We can just take tomorrow easy.” Within minutes, I had the eggs dished up with the toast buttered lightly. I usually ate at the island or in my office, but with Merrick here, it seemed more polite to take him to the dining room.

No, I’d take him to the living room. At least there I could turn on the TV to distract him from the questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

I poured two glasses of water, handing one to him, before grabbing my plate and moving to the living room. His quick footsteps, falling softly to the same beat as mine, made me realize my mistake. I should have given him the tour, that way he wouldn’t feel inclined to follow me everywhere.

Snorting, I dropped into the oversized leather chair and clicked on the lamp. He would have stuck to my side regardless.

“Here, pick something for us to watch,” I said as I tossed him the remote. Daddy had always hated the internet, threatening to get rid of it from time to time, but how else were we supposed to do our work and keep a pulse on the news?

At least a few years ago, I was able to call in a favor with the network to set us up with a VPN, among other things to hide our presence.

“Oh man, this is a lot of pressure. I promise, no porn or true crime. I think we’ve had enough of both for the evening.” There went that damn smile again. At least I couldn’t see the startling hue of his eyes under the dim lamp light.

I was quickly beginning to think I was a sucker for blue eyes.
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That’s just the beginning. As the investigation begins we meet the FBI’s Cash Morgan, he’s also following in his father’s footsteps, in continuing the search for this serial killer. He’s determined not to fail. The two detectives on scene aren’t happy him being there, but he does get a clue they didn’t have before.

In order for Vienna to ‘keep’ Merrick he’d need a new identity. This leads to discovering a couple of things, first her computer guy is a leak and second a new computer guy, Fletcher. She’s probably going to keep him too.

We get to listen in on a phone conversation with her Uncle David who is also part of the Network she is now trying to get around. That’s an interesting relationship as well.

This book has the bodies piling up and left me with more questions than answers, but that’s okay I know I’ll get them eventually.

I truly hope we don’t have to wait long for the next book, I really need to see where this goes.

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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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Blake Blessing is no longer new on the Indie scene, but she’s still ecstatic about this chapter in life. She is a mom, wife, art enthusiast, and author.

She attended ten different schools growing up, so books became her constant friend. Escaping into books of all different genres made life fun and exciting. Blake was also raised on music and still blasts it through the house and car at every opportunity.

She has a weird sense of humor and a penchant for chocolate milk. It only makes sense she would one day go on to write her own stories.

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


Ruthless Traitor
82nd Street Vandals Book 3
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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.”
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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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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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