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Vicious Rebel – 82 Street Vandals Book 2 by Heather Long


Vicious Rebel
82 Street Vandals Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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

Then they took me.

I didn’t belong in their world.

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

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

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

I ran.

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

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

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

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

This just one of many favorite scenes.

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

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

Princess…

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

“Fuck me. Stop, princess.”

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t my uncle.

It was Liam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything but my uncle.

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

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

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

Hellspawn.

I laughed.

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The attack.

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

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

“Yes, princ—”

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

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

“Watch your mouth,” Doc chastised him.

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

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

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

I’d take it.
Heather Long. Vicious Rebel: 82nd Street Vandals (Kindle Locations 96-146).

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

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

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

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

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


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

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Life should be getting back to normal…

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

Madness becomes her…

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

When the earth shakes, the witch bleeds…

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Obi Wan. I am going upstairs.”

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

“Crop circles? Really?”

“Yeah, I know how it sounds.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steak?”

“Nothing gets past you.”

“Baked or mashed potatoes?”

“Ha, French fries.”

I laughed.

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

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

“What made the other two?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

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

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

“I don’t understand.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Grafters.”

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“And this never happened to you before?”

“No.” My smile evaporated.

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

“It was a crop circle.”

“And?”

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

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

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

“That’s not Jaime’s fault.”

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

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

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

“Jack, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to watch your back.”

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

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

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

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

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


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

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He’s supposed to be dead…

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

But he’s killing again…

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

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

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

Earth witches aren’t easy targets…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Haunt Me – Entangled Covet by Heather Long


Haunt Me
Entangled Covet
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USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How does one have a meeting of the minds with a ghost?
Long, Heather. Haunt Me (Entangled Covet). Entangled Publishing, LLC. Kindle Locations (1082-1131)Kindle Edition.

All of this is just the beginning as MacKensie continues writing books that are historical rather than contemporary but the characters just seem to have minds of their own.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Graduation and Gifts – Untouchable Book 8 by Heather Long


Graduation and Gifts
Untouchable Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

Her expression transformed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There weren’t words for it.

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

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

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

“Then why the hell do you care now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he stepped away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Madeleine,” Patience said. “Please.”

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

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

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

Not now.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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Emersyn Sharpe doesn’t belong in our world

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

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

We tried to believe in her world.

Too late.

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

We took her.

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

I’ll kill them first.

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

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

You’ve been warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck me. Those lips though.

Puffy. Full. And…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shrugged. “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alone out here?”

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck me.

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

I had to focus. Work before pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yes there is a cliffhanger!!!

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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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Taste of Karma – Sinner’s Keepers Book 2 By Heather Long and Blake Blessing


Taste of Karma
Sinner’s Keepers Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Heather Long
&
Blake Blessing

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Death, Sin, and Vengeance walk into a bar…

They all want something from Karmen.

Bish wants to get even with Karmen for her interference in taking Dahlia away from him. Cipher wants to punish her for abandoning his arms and his bed. Váli has wanted her for centuries but she never seemed to see him.

When Bish and Cipher conspire to teach Karmen a lesson, Váli seizes the opportunity and offers his services—after all, Vengeance is his grace. Too bad for them, he’ll extract a little for his girl and eliminate them as competition at the same time. These bad boys are no angels.

Karma has no deadline…

I’m not afraid of them. I’m not afraid of anyone.

Sin betrayed me, Death wants me to pay, and Vengeance? He’s all right, but we work together too much. Our methods are very different. When those three Keepers put their heads together, my spine tingles in warning. They’re up to something and it’s hard to miss. I’ve played this game for far too long. Are they really sure they want to mess with me?

Bring it on, boys. I’m patient and it’s hardly the first time I got my hands dirty.

*NOTE*
This is a reverse harem and the authors suggests you always read the forward in their books. Warning, this is a standalone tale with a fierce and feisty heroine, three anti-heroes who are forces of nature, and a tale as old as time, with elements of revenge, humor, and a little bit of karmic justice thrown in.

Welcome to Sinner’s a bar where keepers and humans alike can indulge in an evening of fun, camaraderie, drink, and yes, sometimes some violence. Okay so more than just some violence, since the book opens with Hattie literally pounding Sunny before they makeup. Before Karmen could even get to the bar, Váli wraps his arms around her until things settle with Sunny and Hattie.

Things interesting to note here, Váli and Karmen are good friends. Their Graces of Vengeance and Karma blend well into many circumstances and they have worked together often. It appears Váli wants to take this further but there is hesitancy from Karmen. She doesn’t want to lose his friendship if the relationship goes up in flames.

Then we have Quetta our feisty bartender and keeper of excess. She’s mad at Váli for some reason and it shows in every action. The owner of Sinner’s is Cipher (Sin), and he and Karmen have history, a long one with a painful ending. His friend Bish (Death) wants some vengeance for Karmen taking Dahlia from him or so he thinks. Dahlia is the new keeper of fate and mated to Seth (Judgement), Zhan (Justice) and Tarus (Punishment), we learned their story in ‘Kiss of Fate’. They fit each other and are fated to be together so Bish, is just deluding himself.

Cipher enlists Váli to aid him in said vengeance, that being his specialty and all, but Váli has his own ideas as to how this should play out.

From an ‘accidental’ meeting in Paris, back to the bar when Karmen is summoned by Quetta for an intervention, this tale begins with many twists, many involving Cipher.

This is a favorite scene when Karmen and Váli join Dahlia and her mates for a drink or two.

There was something really satisfying about orchestrating a genius plan to get exactly what you want. Váli had been planning this particular one for centuries, just waiting for the right opportunity to lay out all his cards. That he got to jerk on Cipher’s chain while he was at it?

Fucking. Bonus.

Bish was an extra that he hadn’t anticipated. Who would have thought he’d have such a hate on for Karmen? Seriously, so what? She’d played matchmaker and didn’t pick him as the knight in shining armor?

He just needed to get laid.

Scowling at Cipher, who happened to bring over an unsolicited pitcher of Nectar, Váli made his feelings known in an icy glare. As if any of the Keepers, save the newbie, wouldn’t know this was out of the ordinary. Cipher might be the owner and namesake of Sinner’s, but he never actually worked. That wasn’t one of his attributes, after all.

Oh, he was going to be a problem that Váli was really going to enjoy fixing.

Karmen poured him a glass of Nectar, completely ignoring Cipher. It was petty, but he winked at Sin, who ground his teeth and stalked off toward the bar.

Váli should have known the Keeper was behind Karmen’s mysterious call to Sinner’s. And Quetta hated Váli, so she definitely wouldn’t do him any favors. Crazy bitch. And not Karmen’s feisty and sexy as hell type of bitch, either.

“You know Cipher?” Dahlia asked with too much naïveté.

Everyone in the Keeper world knew of Cipher and Karmen once upon a time. And it was Váli’s goal to make sure every time Karmen’s name was uttered in the next eternity, it would be tied to his.

“Oh, darling. Let’s just say he was the one I should have dropped at the curb centuries and centuries ago.” Karmen waved a hand as she sipped her drink. “I should have known the Keeper of Sin wasn’t good boyfriend material.”

“Sin? Oh my god, he didn’t cheat on you, did he?”

Dahlia looked downright sick at the thought.

Váli slipped a hand under Karmen’s hair to stroke her nape as he listened to her conversation. The small shiver that racked her body encouraged him to press a little closer to her side. She wasn’t as unaffected as she had made him believe all those years ago. Cipher glared daggers at him as he slung dish rags behind the bar, and Váli smirked like the asshole he was.

When he turned around, Seth was still giving him the death stare. Come on, any idiot with two brain cells to rub together would see he was all about Karmen. Who cared what might have happened in the past? Only in this case, nothing had.

“Please. Do you still see him breathing?” Karmen’s husky laugh was the stuff sex was made of. He had to adjust his pants before it got a little too uncomfortable.

“If he had cheated on Karmen, I would have helped her deliver the best form of revenge possible. I would have pulled out all the stops,” Váli growled out as he pushed her hair to the side and pressed a wet, hot kiss to her neck.

Jerking in her chair, Karmen shot him a look so full of surprise and confusion, he couldn’t stop the heated grin that slid over his face. His hand still rested on the back of her neck, so he took advantage to slide his thumb over her pulse point. His little Keeper’s heart was fluttering so hard, it was damn near visible to the eye. His grin morphed into a full-blown smile packed with male satisfaction.

“Sorry, I was walking by and thought I heard you wrong. What type of revenge do you think you could have delivered?” Cipher popped into existence behind Karmen as if he used his grace to move across the bar.

Váli didn’t bother to look at Cipher, his gaze fixed on Karmen and the soft violet of her eyes which had locked on him. The fact she didn’t look at the Keeper of Sin at all pleased something deeply primitive inside of Váli.

The rapid rate of her pulse spiking played a soft tattoo under his fingertips. Cipher glared daggers at him, but Váli continued to ignore him. As long as Karmen had her eyes on his, he wouldn’t look away. The ripple of shock might have been insulting to a lesser man, but Váli knew his worth. More, he knew how much she valued him. Why else would she cast him in the role of best friend to keep him firmly planted at her side?

Even when Cipher captured her interest the first time, she’d never turned her back on Váli. And it had been Váli who had helped her collect the jagged bits of herself when she’d finally thrown off the jesses of the other Keeper.
Heather Long; Blake Blessing. Taste of Karma (Kindle Locations 636-671).

With all that history there’s even more going on as Bish comes up with his own idea since he didn’t like the one Váli came up with. This of course twists this tale in yet another direction with a sweet human named Sanibel.

We see Time again in this one and a couple of new folks, Kong the Keeper of Mischief and Morrie the Keeper of War, now there’s an interesting relationship for sure. While Karmen tends to get in trouble with Kong, Morrie really hates her.

Now an interesting thing is some unique occurrences with Karmen flashing to other books in both author’s books. Gives a bit of pause if you’ve read them.

I love Bish’s dogs and the way they love and protect Karmen when they are with her.

Lots of fun, fights, intrigue, surprises and OMG I swear my kindle was smoking from the flames of the relationship between Karmen, Váli, Bish and Cipher.

I think I’d like Quetta to have her story next, after all she’s been through a lot in these two books.

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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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Trials and Tiaras – Untouchable Book 7 By Heather Long


Trials and Tiaras
Untouchable Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
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It’s not true.

It can’t be.

Four DNA tests.

Only one positive.

The man claiming to be my father is quite literally the worst option imaginable. This isn’t happening to me. For the first time in my life, I know who I am and where I want to be and, in the blink of an eye, everything is spinning so utterly out of control.

I thought the fight with Maddy was the worst thing I faced.

It’s not. I’ve grown up in a house of lies and it’s all crashing down on the five of us, and I have no idea how to protect the ones I love best from the fallout. They’ve all made it clear, they’re not going anywhere.

Worse, I don’t know how to keep them from wading into this fight. I can’t imagine my life without all four of them. I don’t want to.

We can survive this, right?

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When I started reading this book, I was wait, what? This isn’t where the last book ended. Then I realized what was going on as the next chapter flashed back to Valentine’s Day.

Archie was on a mission and Jake was with him. Hopefully to keep Archie from ending up in jail. The first visit was to Muriel, his mother in New York. She wasn’t pleased with the visit or the questions Archie had for her. At least she didn’t seem to know that Edward believes Frankie is his daughter. I love the way he managed that one without saying it.

Have I mentioned that Jeremy is the best! He’s been described as butler, cook, house manager, and general good guy, but seriously he is Archie’s family. A parental substitute so much better than the actual parents.

Jeremy has the arrangements made for DNA testing for Archie and Frankie to put this whole thing to rest before their plane touched down.

The second visit Archie and Jake make is to the country club to confront Edward on the golf course. Oh that was so much fun. Just how Edward didn’t know Archie and Frankie were dating just shows how self indulged he is with what he wants.

I love how supportive Coop, Ian and Jake are of Archie and Frankie during this. The love just flows off the pages.

With so much going on in this book as Graduation nears, there’s also the emancipation hearing. The morning of has some surprises for Frankie that had me laughing out loud.

This is a favorite scene.

He didn’t even slip out while I dried my hair. Instead, he parked himself behind me and took over the back, combing it.

“Up or down?” Fair question since I had court.

“Half up, half down,” I said, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“Braid?”

I hadn’t considered that, but now that he mentioned it, I liked the idea. He tapped my fingers out of the way and braided the single long strand in the center so it pulled my hair back from my face but left the rest to fall in neat lines. The blowing drying it straight helped. Though, if it got rained on, it was going to be unruly as hell when it dried.

When we finally left the bathroom so I could get dressed, the scent of coffee and something far sweeter assaulted my senses. My mouth was watering by the time I scooted into panties and a bra, then pulled on a pair of nice slacks and a button-down shirt. I even had a blazer to go with it. The dark green looked great on me, and though I didn’t wear it often, it definitely fell in the professional category.

Jake dressed silently while I did, and then he attached the clasp on my bracelet before sliding the class ring on my finger.

“How do I look?” I still had to put on shoes, but I was starving. Thankfully, the top was black and I had a jacket to wear with it.

“Like a million bucks,” Jake told me. “Come on. We have a surprise for you.”

“That is French toast I smell,” I said with a little squeal and then hurried around him and down the hall, tugging him with me. Sure enough, the guys were all crammed into my kitchen with Jeremy.

I paused on the threshold at the sight. Jeremy had been in here cooking while Jake had been getting me off in the shower and I’d been screaming.

Ian watched me from across the room as he sipped his coffee. His bright blue eyes were warm and full of humor. Coop practically smirked next to him, but it was Archie who said, “Come and eat, babe.

Jeremy wouldn’t let us have a damn thing until you got yours first. No matter how much we yelled at him.”

Relief swarmed through me, and when Jake chuckled next to me, I jabbed my elbow into his stomach hard enough to make him ‘oof.’ “Just be glad I don’t have my shoes on,” I warned him, and he grunted.

“Duly noted.” Even if he rubbed his stomach, I doubted I hit him that hard. He was carved out of stone.

“Good morning, Jeremy,” I greeted him as I moved past, and he smiled at me.

“Good morning, Miss Frankie. I’ve prepared your favorite, as well as bacon. Do you want fruit with your French toast, or powdered sugar and syrup?”

“Hmm… yes please?”

He chuckled. “The works it is.”

On impulse, I went up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You’re the best, Jeremy. Thank you.”

The indulgent smile he gave me made the action seem a lot less awkward, thank God. “My pleasure, truly. You sit, and Mr. Archie will get your coffee. The boys will finish making a space.”

“On it,” Ian said as they shifted the chairs around. Jake was still laughing as he followed me over.

“Can Mr. Archie get my coffee as well?”

“Considering you took your job to an extreme?” Archie told him with a bland look. “You can wait for the next pot.”

I laughed but took the chair next to Coop, who leaned over to nuzzle a kiss and then sighed when I gave him a real one. “Good morning,” he murmured.

“Hi.”

“Good shower?”

“All out of hot water I think,” I told him without an ounce of apology.

“Good thing we used the other one.” He winked, and I laughed.

It wasn’t long before we had stacked plates in front of us. Despite his teasing, Jeremy had most of it ready, so I had three thick pieces of the perfectly cooked French toast, dusted with powdered sugar and a lovely dollop of butter, as well as a plate of strawberries with bacon. Yeah, I’d pretty much died and gone to heaven.

There was coffee and juice and even eggs for the guys. Far more food than had been in our fridge, because we’d skipped shopping this weekend while I indulged Archie’s ordering in fetish, and the five of us had dug in and just made the most of our alone time.

Across the table, Archie smiled at me and I shook my head, but I couldn’t hide my own smile. This right here was the way to kick off our day.
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One of the biggest things to stand out is how much everyone has matured. Each book shows some degree of this but this in this one it’s more than obvious. Especially in Frankie’s demeanor and the way she’s standing up for herself and Archie.

The interactions with her guys just sizzles and is sprinkled with giggles and experimentation.

I truly loved all the scenes with Rachel, she has issues she’s not sharing, but Frankie won’t give up or stop asking.

Frankie and Ian have decisions to make, their College has been chosen and Graduation looms.

Friendship, love, family of choice and the heat that radiates off the pages with Frankie and the guys will have you turning the pages to see what happens next. At least I didn’t want to throw my kindle at the end of this one.

I think this book is my favorite so far!

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Succubus Blessed – Shackled Souls Trilogy Book 3 by Heather Long


Succubus Blessed
Shackled Souls Trilogy Book 3
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There might be something to this new life of mine.

Being mated to Maddox and bonded to Alfred isn’t so bad. Rogue is stealing his way into my heart and Fin already had part of it. If I were to be totally honest, I think they’ve all taken pieces of my soul.

Choosing them was the scariest thing I’d ever done, until now.

Someone has stolen my dragon and my druid. They’re locked in the last place I’d ever want to see again.
But I’ll do it. I’ll walk right into the belly of the beast, confront the warden and anyone else who gets in my way.
Yeah, sounds a lot braver than I am. But they wouldn’t leave me there and I won’t leave them.

Even if Rogue and Alfred forbade me from going.

Pfft.

What’s the worst that could happen?

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

Mating had changed him.

Changed all of them.

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

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

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

Glowing.

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

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

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

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

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

This time?

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

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

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

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

“You don’t hate me,” Fin teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She waited a beat. “It will change?”

He nodded.

“That’s it? The world will change?”

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

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

It was the only warning he had before the first volley slammed into the building, but Rogue had already tumbled her out of the chair and over, shielding her as the explosion of light and sound rocked them.
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An attack on the Keep has Rogue fleeing with her through tunnels she didn’t know existed. This leads to an encounter with yet another of the Seven, much to the chagrin of the others. They really do need to get themselves together and stop hiding things from her. Fiona isn’t one to sit back and do nothing. She’s also not going to be caged up ever again.

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

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

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

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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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Brazen and Breathless – Untouchable Book 6 by Heather Long


Brazen and Breathless
Untouchable Book 6
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It’s a new year.
It’s a new me.
Or maybe I should say a new us.

We’re out there. We’re not hiding the fact that I’m dating all of them. PDAs are back on the table. The final semester of high school kicks off with a bang. I have to keep my eye on the prize though—make every AP class count, keep my grades up, and find a way to balance life with my guys. My best friends. My boyfriends. My lovers.

The battle with Maddy is still on the table. So is figuring out our future. It’s one thing to say we’re sticking together, now we have to make it happen.

I never thought it would be easy.
Apparently, we don’t do easy.
But am I ready for this?

All I know is I’m not giving them up without a fight. Ninety some odd days to go, and we graduate.

We can do it, right?

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If you haven’t read the other books in this series, STOP! You really need to read from the beginning to understand Frankie and her guys.

After the last book I dove into this one looking forward to the new, open and far more confident Frankie. Her relationship with the guys is far more secure and she’s not willing to hide it. What they have is special and she’s not going to let anyone undermine it or make her feel any guilt about it. She loves them all. I’m very glad they had relaxing vacation time, because just reading this book had me exhausted.

Now the guys are also growing into this role with Frankie. Archie is and always has been a protective rock in this relationship and he’s just as stubborn as said rock. Cooper has been her best friend for a very long time, so much so that they can complete each other’s thoughts. Now they’re so much more. Jake, hmmm Jake, I’m trying to think if he’s more protective than Archie. Maybe not more just different and perhaps  just a bit more volatile. After much soul searching Ian is far better than he was originally with this whole sharing thing. There’s more about that in this book, but never once has he really doubted what he has with Frankie.

Then there’s Rachel, I love this woman, she’s the best friend ever! In this book we’ll see that friendship become stronger as it becomes more balanced. When I read these two together I laugh a lot and I may have sniffled a bit too. Cooper also contributed to some of those laughs.

They are back to school and I laughed when Frankie realizes she had forgotten about the internship program she signed up for. Cooper was with her and that made it even funnier. The company her internship is with becomes a bit of an issue for the guys, but Frankie really shows her strength and confidence in handling them and the internship.

Some of Frankie’s insecurity shows up again when she is waitlisted by Harvard. Some fun references to Gilmore Girls here, along with some fun confessions on the part of the guys.

So many favorite scenes in this book and many were twists that just can’t be said in a review.

Therefore, my favorite scene was difficult to choose. I wanted something with all the guys, so lunchtime it is.

When we reached the barbecue place, Jake pulled in right behind us. He really did like to follow when I was on Ian’s bike. After I climbed off, Ian said, “You busy this weekend? I know you have a date with Archie tomorrow to make up for last week.”

“No plans yet. I mean, I have to work at Mason’s on Saturday.”

“Save your evening for me?”

“I can do that,” I teased as I backed up a couple of steps. “What did you have in mind?”

“You’ll see,” he winked, taking my helmet and his to set inside Jake’s SUV before sliding an arm around me. If we hadn’t been close to the school, we’d have left them on the seats, but he didn’t risk anything since the incident with my car. Then he pressed his lips right to my ear as we followed the guys. “Dress comfortably but in loose clothing. We might be out late.”

A full shiver raced up my spine. No complaints here. “Sounds good to me.”

Archie eyed us as we got in line with them. “What sounds good?”

“Just staking my claim on Saturday night,” Ian told them. “We’ll be late. No one wait up.”

Coop snorted. “That doesn’t mean no one sleep over.”

“Actually,” Ian said, “it does mean that. Thanks for the reminder.”

“Nice,” Jake said with a laugh as he elbowed Coop. “If you’d kept your mouth shut, we could have just been there.”

Clasping my free hand in his, Archie murmured, “We’re gonna stay at my place tomorrow, if that’s cool with you?”

I grinned. “I have to work Saturday morning, so just don’t let me oversleep.”

“Don’t let you sleep,” Archie agreed. “Done.”

I laughed, and then we were giving our orders. Jake paid for mine before Archie could, and I stared up at the ceiling as Coop laughed at me. At the rate we were going, they were never going to let me pay for anything and it was sweet, but…

“Don’t make that face,” Coop cajoled as he tugged me away from Ian and followed after a bickering Archie and Jake. “We like spoiling you. Besides, boyfriends pay for food. It’s a rule.”

“Where is it a rule?”

“It just is,” Jake informed me. He also had my food since he’d filled a tray, and he started offloading it and putting my food in front of the chair right next to him. Coop stole the seat on my other side as Archie and Ian glared at them.

“No teaming up,” Archie snarked, and Jake snorted.

“Too late, that ship has most assuredly come and gone,” Jake said with a wicked grin.

“And come again and again,” Coop threw on top, and my face flamed.

“Funny,” Archie tossed out there.

“Hilarious,” Ian added dryly.

Almost as one, Coop and Jake grinned and made mock bows. “Thank you,” Coop said. “Frankie definitely enjoyed it.”

That earned him an elbow in the gut, and he grinned at me.

“Now, Frankie,” Ian said in an almost soothing tone. “You have to cut them a break. We all heard about how you staked your claim today. I gotta say, it was hot.”

“You heard?” I picked up a french fry and debated just eating the fries and the ribs. If my mouth was full, I didn’t have to answer any questions.

“Oh yeah, Baby Girl,” Jake said, stretching an arm along the back of my chair and knocking Coop’s off. “We heard you were badass.”

“Remind me to kill Rachel,” I said with a half-smile.

“Wasn’t Rachel,” Archie informed me. “Besides, she’s a vault about you most of the time. She only brings stuff up to smack us back to our place.”

“She does do that,” Ian mused.

“But she gives excellent advice,” Coop informed us as he scooped up his sandwich. “And she knows the best places…”

“Feeling blue?” I asked him, even if my ears were still burning, and Coop gave me a teasing grin.

“Aww, I was just playing.” He raised his eyebrows as if daring me.

I picked up a fry and bit it in half, emphatically, and his eyes danced. We could play chicken, but I had him, blue bobs and all.

Leaning forward, he kissed my nose. “You’re adorable when you get all riled up.”

“We’re missing something,” Archie mused.

“Yep,” Jake said. “They have their own language sometimes. We just need to tickle it out of Frankie later.”

“Ha.” It was Jake’s turn to get an elbow, and he made a mock oof sound, then nuzzled my ear with a kiss that tickled like hell.

“It could work,” he added, still laughing. Across the table, Ian studied me for a long moment and the expression in his eyes intrigued me.

“Good to know,” he murmured, then picked up his own sandwich and another shiver danced up my spine. Jake pulled my chair a little closer as if I were cold, and I liked leaning into him, so I kept the why on that delightful bit of anticipation to myself.

After that, lunch switched to debates about spring training that would start up in a couple of months and various players on the baseball teams. I liked baseball. I was not married to it and I couldn’t quote stats. But I liked games.

I really liked stadium food and hot dogs.

It was also really nice to just listen to them while I leaned against Jake, and I then switched to leaning against Coop when Jake had to hit the restroom. As we were getting ready to leave, Coop snapped his fingers. “That reminds me, I still have your mail.”

Oh. I made a face. “It’s probably just bills. I can get it later.”

“I got it,” Archie said with a grin, and I glared at him. “What?”

“You can’t keep paying for everything.”

“Sure I can,” he grinned. “It’s in the boyfriend rules.”

“Who said?”

“Everyone,” all four of them answered, and I rolled my eyes.

“See?” Archie spread his hands. “It’s done. Don’t worry about it.”

What was I supposed to do with them? On the way out, Archie wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me against him. “Don’t be mad…”

“I’m not mad.”

“Yeah you are,” he continued, lowering his voice. “You’re a little mad, and I’m being a little pushy.”

I shot him a look.

“Okay, I’m being a lot pushy. But I like taking care of you.”

“I have to be able to take care of myself.”

For the most part, Coop, Jake, and Ian all lagged behind us as we headed out. I guessed Archie was supposed to take this hit for the team.

“You do,” Archie agreed. “Just like you look after us, too. So… maybe a compromise?”

“I thought that was a four-letter word with you,” I couldn’t resist pointing out, wrinkling my nose but having a hard time fighting a grin.

“In business. You are not business.” At the SUV, he wrapped both arms around me, and I leaned into him as he tilted his head. “We’ll open them up together, and if it’s bad, I’ll take care of it. If it’s nothing that makes you freak out… you take care of it.”

I squinted at him. “So if it’s like a couple grand, and I don’t have a heart attack…”

He made a face.

“Rules are rules,” I pointed out. “This was your compromise.”

It was Archie’s turn to look skyward. “In all fairness, you’re right. I’ll probably still try to take care of it and then do some significant groveling to earn your forgiveness afterward. I mean… since we’re compromising.”

I laughed. “You’re impossible.”

“Not for you,” he said, then cupped my face and kissed me. I sighed right into the contact, everything else just falling away.

“Man, he can talk himself out of just about anything,” Coop admired. “Boy has skills. I say we keep him.”

Jake laughed, and I giggled.

“You guys suck,” Archie complained, then gave me another kiss before letting me go to grab my helmet. I was bouncing and ready to get back on the motorcycle.

“Actually,” I teased as I buckled it on and Ian got the bike started. “They don’t.”

“No?” Archie inquired, and I swung my leg over to climb onto the bike behind Ian.

“Nope, they don’t suck,” I said with a wink. “I do.”

His eyes flashed, and I blew him a kiss.

Ian was laughing as he backed the bike out, but not before Coop and Jake both groaned.

I missed whatever they called out, but I laughed all the way back to school.
Heather Long. Brazen and Breathless: Untouchable Book Six (Kindle Locations 1895-1967).

The mail Cooper has also provided both laughs and a very interesting surprise.

Frankie’s internship plays a big part in this book. We see that side of Archie that is, I’m going to say, a take no prisoners business persona with an added punch.

Maddie shows up but thanks to the locks being changed she couldn’t just walk in. Frankie handled that well too, and of course the guys rallied around her, even though there was no face to face confrontation. There was only the attempt and texts which Frankie sent to her lawyer and ignored. There’s a lot more with Maddy in this book, and I was very proud of Frankie. Did I mention I love her lawyer?

The interactions with the guys are fun, intense and some are downright kindle melting. Other things had me gasping and screaming at my kindle.

Every page is an adventure of sorts and I am very impatiently waiting for the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

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Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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