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Kiss of Fate – Sin’s Keepers Book 1 by Heather Long and Blake Blessing


Kiss of Fate
Sinner’s Keepers Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Blake Blessing

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Idioms are what we idiots tell ourselves to make us feel better.

They’re all lies.
Truth sets you free. Ha.
Justice is blind. Hardly.
Life ends when you die. Wrong!

All’s fair in love and war. Fine. I’ll give you that one.
But you’d be wise to remember Fate isn’t fair, kind, or gentle.

How do I know?I almost died. I say almost because a moment before my last breath, Judgment found me. I don’t know what he saw in me but with one kiss, he changed me irrevocably.

My name is Dahlia. I am fate.
No, I am definitely not fair.

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

This book has some seriously awesome world building. As the book opens we meet some of the major players in this book beginning with Seth (Judgement) and Karmen (Karma). A scene is playing out here involving Seth’s brothers Tarus (Punishment) and Zhan (Justice). Tarus and Zhan have fallen, they don’t do their jobs anymore which in turn has stymied Seth. Without Justice how can Judgement pronounce verdicts and assign punishments. Sinner’s is the bar where the Keepers hang out and humans also come to drink and dance the night away.

Tonight things are going to take a very interesting twist as Dahlia and her boyfriend Alex argue in Sinners and in spite of an offer from a friend to follow, she leaves with him.

Even though they appeared very interested in Dahlia his two brothers turn away after she leaves. Seth decides it’s time for his brother’s to face their failures and follows Dahlia. Dahlia is a good person who is always helping people, even ones that she couldn’t really help. She doesn’t deserve what is happening to her but Seth is powerless to stop it without his brothers.

As Dahlia is dying he offers her a month of life if she agrees to help him with his brothers.

The deal made, rest and shopping later, an irritated Seth sends her to attract his brothers.

This is one of many favorite scenes.

“Another one, Bish?” Her dark bronze skin glimmered under the canned lights, her large gold hoop earrings swinging as she shook her head. “You know I love a little excess every now and then, but five drinks is a lot. Shewee.” She cackled and snatched the white dishcloth from her belt to wipe off the clean counter.

“Quetta, it’s not for me. I’d like to order a drink for my lady friend here.” He glanced sidelong at me, the grin he had been sporting morphing into a soft smile.

I coughed, choking on my own spit like an idiot who’d never been called a lady before. I had, damn it. But it was odd coming from this insanely tall, beautiful specimen of a man.

“A lady all right.” She laughed as she leaned against the slick black counter. “What will it be, hun?”

“Something dirty and dangerous,” Bish murmured and winked. I swore, my lady parts got so hot, they were calling for clouds of rain. “How about an Afternoon Delight?”

That did it. I was cheesy grinning. “Sounds good to me.”

“You got it.” Quetta walked off, her hips sashaying to the beat of the music. In the light of day, it seemed they preferred mellow music to the heavy bass at night.

“Now that we have a drink coming your way, tell me, what brings you in so early?” He shifted back around so his side pressed against the bar.

And the warm fuzzy feeling of being in his presence evaporated at the reminder of why I was there. And whose fault it was. Seth said his brothers had some responsibility. Funny, Alex was the asshole that threw me down the stairs.

“Let’s just say I’m no longer attached, and leave it there, deal?” I forced a smile and used my core to twist from side to side. Yes, I had resorted to nervous fidgeting.

His eyes darkened as he studied me, probably dying to call me on my bullshit, but he nodded. “Sure. I’ll just put it out there that I saw you last night, and I didn’t like the way he treated you. If you ever need a friend…” He let that linger in the air as if he wanted to say or more. “I’m that person.”

“Thank you.” I looked away, not happy at all with the turn in conversation. “How’s Gingersnap?”

He perked right up at the name of his adorable little cocker spaniel. Even taller than Seth, he had to have been around six-foot-seven inches, and his cocker spaniel was the size of his foot. It was fucking hilarious to see him play with her at the park, but it also melted my heart.

“Neurotic as always. She always tries to climb in my empty shoe and gets her head stuck. She’s not that little.” He chuckled like a proud papa.

Actually, she was that small, just her head made up at least a third of her weight.

“How’s Ranger?”

Damn it! He was getting really good at killing my good mood.

“He’s Alex’s, so unfortunately, you won’t see me at the dog park anymore.” For more than the obvious reasons.

The assignment popped in my head for the briefest of moments, and I flicked my gaze to the mirror behind the bar.

Fuck! They were gone. I swiveled around on the bar stool just to make sure but, yep, their table was empty. So not only did I get distracted, but now I’d lost my targets.

“What’s wrong?” Bish reached out a hand, barely touching my shoulder, as if he wasn’t sure we had reached that level yet.

“I thought I saw people I knew.” Wait a second. If Bish was a regular here, chances were that he knew my unfortunate targets. “Hey, you didn’t see who was at that table, did you?” I gestured where the naughty boys had sat.

He stiffened, and for a moment, the man wearing an <em?I < 3 Cocker Spaniels</em? shirt flickered in and out, like the man I saw was an overlay for someone dark and other. Turning only his head, he glanced at the table, but like I already knew, it was deserted.

His entire frame was carved from stone as he brought his attention back to me, staring into my eyes like he could glean the answers in my soul with just a look. “Dahlia.” His voice deepened to a pitch that sent goosebumps racing along my exposed skin. “What table were your… friends at?”

Bish was the nice guy, the funny dog lover, but right now, I was thinking I shouldn’t answer him.

“Bish!” The bar vibrated as someone fell against the wood behind me. Someone with a voice smooth like whiskey, and just rough enough around the edges to melt the goose bumps right off of my body.

Where Bish incited a friendly sort of playfulness inside me, the newcomer threatened to kill all my brain cells. I knew that, because it was damn hard not to stretch out on the bar and offer myself up for his pleasure. But there was something dark there too, something that said he could make it hurt so good.

All right. I wanted to walk into this bar with a different mindset, live the last month up right. Now I realized I might be out of my depth. Especially because this chick was afraid to turn around.

“Tarus. I’d say it was a pleasure, but…” Bish shrugged, not at all concerned with his rudeness. “Where did your sidekick go?”

“Oh, don’t worry. Zhan is on his way over.”

It was time. I was not going to turn into a chickenshit for my last several weeks on Earth. Using the bar as leverage, I spun around so I could see both Bish, and Tarus at the same time.

For the love of all that was holy.

This had to be one of Seth’s brothers. And I was in trouble.

Tall. What was with these freaking men? Did they take some kind of power juice? In the dim light of the bar, he had dark hair. Luscious, dark hair. The tousled length hid some of his eyes, but not so much I couldn’t see the languid pools of endless dark pleasure. Head tilted, Tarus focused on me. My panties soaked and my nipples were so tight, either the temperature dropped to sub-zero or I’d discovered a new superpower.

A glass slid across the bar, and Quetta chuckled. “I’d say I brought you your Afternoon Delight, sweetheart, but I’m pretty sure it already found you.”

Movement behind me and Tarus flicking his attention back to Bish were all that allowed me to turn again. I closed my hand on the glass and lifted it, but before I could get it to my lips, I had to look.

Yep, I was that girl. You know, the one in the movies who runs up the stairs in the horror films to get away from the slasher.

Wait. Bad analogy.

Fuck the stairs.

Still, I’m that girl who opens the door and looks, even when I know whatever I turn and see is going to shock the hell out of me. Yep.

So I looked.

Standing not even an inch away was naughty boy number two. “Zhan,” I managed in a much slicker voice than I could possibly possess. “I presume?”

Tall. Did I mention tall? Where Tarus had dark hair like dusky shadows, this guy? His hair was almost the color of midnight. I wanted to meet his gaze, but it was his hand that caught me. The hand that was just an inch away from me, as if he’d been reaching out to touch me when I turned.

Everything tingled.

I slammed back my drink, not tasting a drop.

In. So. Much. Trouble.

That was me.

Trouble.

Instead of answering me, Zhan jerked his gaze up as Bish slid an arm over my shoulder. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go get a table and I’ll come join you in a minute. I’d introduce you to this pair of idiots, but they don’t play well with others.”

I opened my mouth and two things happened.

One, Zhan caught my arm.

Two, Bish was suddenly no longer touching me.

Instead, he was on the other side of the room, slammed against the wall by Tarus.

“Yes,” Zhan said in a low, rumbling voice that teased over every single one of my senses and actually swung me around to face him again. “I’m Zhan.” He paid zero attention to whatever was going down with Tarus and Bish. Like, none. He stared at me, and then he brushed his fingers to my cheek. “And you’re here…”

Well, I got their attention.

Yay?
Heather Long; Blake Blessing. Kiss of Fate (Kindle Locations 563-629).

I have to say as these brothers fall for Dahlia, I spent some time wondering about each of the other characters we meet, trying to figure out who they actually are.

This book had my attention from the beginning and I love the way things play out. Plenty of problems to be overcome, some interesting battles, intriguing surprises and sizzling heat is an understatement.

While I read everything Heather Long publishes, I confess I haven’t read any of Blake Blessing’s books but I will definitely be doing so now.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather and Blake!

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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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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Succubus Chained – Shackled Souls Book 1 – Paranormal Prison by Heather Long


The Paranormal Prison Series is a Multi-Author experience within the same prison, Nightmare Penitentiary aka NP. The characters are different but the venue is the same. A wonderful way to discover new Authors.

Succubus Chained
Shackled Souls Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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I bet you’re asking yourself why am I here?
What happened that landed me in this cell?
Trust me, you aren’t the only one.

Who am I?

You’d do better to ask, what am I?

NOTE:
*Please note this is a paranormal prison reverse harem and will feature aggressively snarky characters, a bit of twisted humor and a lot of passion. So come join an amazing group of authors in Nightmare Penitentiary, a place you’ll never want to escape from. The author suggests you should always read the forward in her books. This is the first in a trilogy.

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

Was he for real?

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

“I’m here to rescue you.”

Rescue. Me.

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” I was not going in chains.

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

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

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

Besides…

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

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

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

Surprise crystalized in his expression edged by real frustration.

Yeah, I had a gift.

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

Why the fuck would I not want to go?

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

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

“That should not be happening.”

Oh.

That was it.

This guy?

I was killing him first.

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

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

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

“No shit.”

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

Us.

Wait.

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

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

I hated this man.

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

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

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

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

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

I really can’t wait for the next book!

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

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

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


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Paused – Time Captive Book 1 by Heather Long


Paused
Time Captive Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Their lives are on hold…

Dr. Valda Bashan wakes to the inexplicable—a biosphere where she and four others are the only occupants. Before this place, she possessed a life and a career. A computerized voice welcomes her to the biosphere and the job she’s apparently accepted. The terms are clear, she and her companions have to survive there for a year, and only when the time is up, will they be free.

Her companions trouble her on a deeply personal level…

Andreas, Hatch, Oz, and Dirk couldn’t be more different. Each man seems to be in the same predicament as her. No one remembers agreeing to the project or what task they have to complete. If they can’t work together, they may never be able to escape.

The first order of business: learn to get along. Though that task may be the most impossible of all, because everyone seems to be hiding secrets.

NOTES:
**Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. This is the first in a trilogy and the story will continue through future books.

***Previously published as Their Memoriam by Jazz Michaels, a pen name. Now re-edited and proofed for re-release.

When I started reading this I immediately thought, how apropos, a pandemic. I knew this book had been written a few years ago and once again marveled at how Heather Long can weave a tale that enthralls from the very first page.

From the first page I was intrigued and as each of the characters awaken from life pods my curiosity grew. Beginning with Valda the apparent Team Lead, and the next day her team. Each waking with the same needs but also differences.

This is a favorite scene after solving the puzzle of what one of the guys ate.

“Seems like we all signed up of our own volition,” Oz said, though his careful phrasing held elements of doubt.

“Some of us signed up for personal reasons.” Hatch glanced from me to Rossi, then back again.

“You need to fuck off.” Still, Rossi kept staring at me.

“Do we know each other?” It was tantamount to admitting I did suffer from memory loss.

“I have my orders.” The AJ’s reply wasn’t an answer.

“Way to duck the truth,” Hatch echoed my thoughts.

“Whether we knew each other or not is irrelevant.”

Not to me, but I bit my tongue and kept it to myself. Rossi had proven his trustworthiness several times today and continued to demonstrate it now. I wasn’t comfortable with personal discussions and observations. We could take it up later, when we were alone.

“Says you.” Hatch stood up and paced. “Says all of you. Memory loss— for all of us? Except you? I’d call that convenient.”

“The captain isn’t the only one who isn’t suffering from memory loss,” Oz offered into the quiet. Thankfully, he pulled all of our attention with the announcement. “I was approached about a specialized program and asked to participate. I was also told it required non-disclosure and it was on a need to know.”

The description was anticlimactic. All Oz knew was he didn’t know.

If he told the truth. I didn’t have enough empirical evidence to ascertain whether I could trust his veracity or not. His smile was nice. Pretty faces told lies just as easily as unpleasant ones.

“So you were recruited for a classified project in an undisclosed location that you knew nothing about,” Andreas summed it up, and banged his head against the pillow. “Not helpful.”

“I didn’t say it was helpful, I wanted to indicate that memory loss or lack thereof isn’t a marker for what we’re doing here or motives for any of us.” Oz made a fair point. We didn’t know each other, and we didn’t know why we were here.

“What we do know,” I said, trying to compartmentalize the data. “We all apparently volunteered. We filmed messages to ourselves. They also seemed… scripted, and they were filmed in non-descript locations with no corporate or even governmental identification. We know we arrived in lifepods, and that we are in a place designated as Biosphere One. We each have a suite, and I am presuming a few personal items each. There is a large garden in the sublevel with a faux sun and fresh air. The air in here is recycled and ionized. I have a laboratory, and Doctor Morgan has the infirmary.”

As I ticked off the details, I was able to organize it. Continuing, I found myself staring at one of the empty beds. “There are only five beds in here, which is odd, because there are five of us— but one would presume we would not all require medical treatment at the same time, because there’s no one to look after us. The computer has specified details on us and provided different details to each of us— or perhaps only to the three of us who are scientists. We’re here for a year, and today is day two.”

“Day one for some of us,” Rossi said, his attention fixed on me. “But what does the day have to do with it?”

“We have roughly 363 solar days to get through if we’re running on Earth time.”

That had their attention.

If we’re on Earth. If not, we may have longer or shorter depending on the solar rotation of the planetary body.” The very thought had the oxygen clawing to escape my lungs. “That is not our primary concern.”

“Seriously?” Hatch gaped at me, then shook his head. “I’ll bite. What’s our primary concern?”

An even more unsettling proposition, I feared. “Survival.”
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I loved the vivid descriptions of the Biosphere and the gradual settling into a team rather than individuals. Although it took Valda longer to reach that point.

There is attraction between them that is undeniable but still no clue as the purpose of the sphere.

I have to say I wasn’t prepared for the answers given and was truly shocked but not appalled. There’s lots of suspense, intrigue, secrets and sizzling romance.

I can’t wait to see what happens next!

5 Contented Purrs for Heather!

Heather Long Heather Long

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

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

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


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Releasing March 31st: Keys and Kisses – Untouchable Book 3 by Heather Long


Keys and Kisses
Untouchable Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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When the year started, I had one goal—make my AP classes count and keep my grades up. Both my focus and my grades started wobbling. Dating my best friends came with perks like hugs, kisses, and invitations to dances, but it also came with cons in the form of vindictive posts, hate mail, and vandalism of my car.

I asked if it could get any worse, and I guess I got my answer.

My college essays suck.
My mother and I are racing toward a collision.
My secret admirer might turn out to be a real friend.
My dance partner wants to walk away to preserve our friendship.
My best friend demanded I keep no more secrets.
My first offered to move in with me.
My second… he’s got my back.

They all do.

But what brought us together seems to be tearing us apart and I can’t jeopardize those friendships.

I won’t.

I thought losing them was the worst thing, but losing even one… it might be the change we can’t survive.

The real key here isn’t what do I want… it’s am I willing to fight for it?

P.S. I still need to get a damn dress.

NOTE:
*Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the forward in her books. This is the third in a series and the story will continue through future books.

This book starts right where we left off in the last one, so if you haven’t read the others yet, stop now and go read them in order.

Shopping with Cheryl was definitely an experience for Frankie and Coop. I’m pretty sure he was wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into by the time they hit the changing rooms with 27 dresses…The whole first chapter was my favorite and had me giggling.

Here’s a taste of it.

Lips next to my ear, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Twisting to look at him, I raised my brows. “For what?”

“I thought you were exaggerating,” he said in a tight whisper. “This really is going to take all night.”

He pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I covered his hand on my abdomen. “Yep.” My stomach gurgled. “We will need some major sustenance if I manage to survive this.”

“You will,” he promised. “I’ll be here, every step of the way.”

That made me feel better. “Thanks for coming,” I said, and he grinned before hugging me against him.

“Glad I could be here, now go find your dress, Cinderella.”

I laughed. “That would be shoes.”

“Don’t worry,” Cheryl called. “We’ll go out for shoes after we figure out the dresses.”

I must have looked as stricken as I felt, because Coop put a hand over his mouth but couldn’t quite muffle the snicker. Someday, I was totally getting even for this. It wasn’t Coop’s fault, but he was here, and he was having too much fun at my expense.

In honor of that, I kissed my finger before I flipped him off. Once I was shut back in the changing room, he cracked up for real. Leaning against the door, I stared at the dresses.

This was going to take forever.

Forever, it seemed, lasted about ninety-nine minutes. Not one hundred. Ninety-nine. Yes, I set a timer on my phone. I wanted something to write about in that journal I had to fill out, and as awkward as this was, it was so much better to try and focus on than the fact there’d been no word from Ian.

Not a peep.

I tried on the skater dress, the mermaid one, the dresses with one slit, dresses with two slits. I fit into the lace crop top and satin mini-skirt— Coop was a serious fan of that. The fact he took multiple pictures said as much.

When I walked out in the pale, silvery blue illusion gap dress, however, Coop and Cheryl both went absolutely silent.

“Wow,” he’d exhaled, and leaned forward.

“I’ll say,” Cheryl commented slowly. “Twirl.”

I did, and the skirt had the slightest bit of flare.

“That might be the one.” She’d decided on hers, but we were still trying them all on. It was the principle of the thing. And I had to admit— I loved the dress she’d found for her. It was pink, lacy, and had a sheer lace overlay on a satin skirt. It was stunning. While not my favorite color, it looked amazing on her.

I’d left the red dress for last. I had no idea who picked it out— I hadn’t seen it before we carried all the dresses in. It was simple, spaghetti straps, a curve bodice and the rest just fell straight down. No fitted waist or body-hugging cut. While I couldn’t wear my bra with it, it was the first dress I put on that I actually felt comfortable in.

It clung without being clingy. The skirt moved easily and fell to my calves. The pair of slits played peek-a-boo with my knees but didn’t really gap open unless I moved.

If Coop’s reaction to the illusion gap dress had been anything to go on, the red dress blew it out of the water.

“That one,” he said without preamble as I stepped out. I grinned and glanced down, then rose up on my toes like I had on pretend heels.

“Yeah?”

I’d actually beaten Cheryl for once, but her door opened as I made a little twirl. She was back in her crop top and shorts. She paused to stare at me and nodded.

“Definitely that one.”

Just like that, I had a dress. I ran my hands over the hips on it and then faced Coop again. He nodded as he snapped a picture. “Yes, Frankie. That one. You look great, you look like you feel great, and it’s perfect.”

Relieved and a little elated, I slipped back into the changing room and took the dress off. As I hung it up, I tugged out the tag and stared at it.

That was two weeks of tips… for a dress.

“Now that you have the colors,” Cheryl said. “We can go get shoes.”

“No,” I answered. “Not tonight.”

“But there’s a great place…”

“I believe you, but I’m toast. I’m starving. And I’ve kept Coop up way past his bedtime.” I crossed my fingers. Please play along.

“Well, she’s not wrong. You know, I’m eighteen on Thursday, it’s all down hill from here.”

I grinned before mouthing Thank you, Coop to myself.

“Well, it is almost ten, and we still need to buy these before they close.”

Almost ten?

Seriously?

I snagged my phone from on top of my shorts and stared at it. There were some messages from Archie and from Jake. Both giving me ratings on the various dresses.

Jerks.

But I was grinning.

The red dress won their votes, too.

I glanced at the dress and then the phone. Then I tabbed to Ian’s message thread.

Ghost silent.
Heather Long. Keys and Kisses (Kindle Locations 204-246). Kindle Edition.

There’s a lot going on on this book as the situation with Ian changes to the point where Frankie makes some decisions. Lots of fighting among the guys and the reasons become clear eventually.

I Love Rachel! She is becoming the best friend ever. Her snark brings lots of laughter and her wisdom some peace.

Sharon’s at it again but Frankie isn’t taking it anymore, I can’t say more about this except it’s awesome.

Coop’s birthday has more than one surprise.

Homecoming is in this book and I absolutely loved the girls, Cheryl and even Marie have some things to share with Frankie.

The guys made me laugh, cry, laugh and cry some more.

But Frankie she has my heart, her mother doesn’t deserve to have a daughter like her. She goes through many different things in this book and the emotions fly up and down like a roller-coaster.

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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Hijacking Holiday – Special Forces: Operation Alpha/Special Forces & Brotherhood Protectors Book 8 By Heather Long


Hijacking Holiday
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Special Forces & Brotherhood Protectors Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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He has dirt on his hands…

For years, Lieutenant Ned “Wraith” Wagner had been on the trail of a series of highly placed, dangerous assets. He’d used everyone and everything at his disposal to weed out the problems. It had cost him—relationships, trust, agents, and good friends. He now has a chance at the grail, an archive file containing everything he needs to finally dismantle the network he’s waged war against. One problem, he needs the right operative and his options are limited, and he’s on the clock.

She’s compromised, blacklisted, and burned…

Hollis “Holiday” Dagr retired at gunpoint two years earlier. It was either retire and disappear, or Leavenworth. She took the hint and vanished. The absolute last person she wants to see is the Wraith who burned her. The last thing she wants to hear is he needs her help. Then he dangles the one thing guaranteed to motivate her—exoneration. Fine, she’ll do the job, but he’s going with her. He always planned on seeing her again and making it right. Now he just has to survive her long enough to make up for hijacking her life.

If you’ve read the other books in this series, you’ll realize that each of them contained a piece to a much larger puzzle.

In this one Lt. Ned ‘Wraith’ Wagner is going to make amends to everyone he’s caused hurt. At least he hopes to. Even Tex was skeptical when he asked where he could find Holiday. She is the only one who can help him close this out and take down all the top people. Although just approaching her could very well kill him.

Run or face jail was the ultimate Ned gave Hollis “Holiday” Dagr. She ran and is now hiding out in paradise her getaway orchestrated by Tex guaranteed she’d be safe. In spite of the warm weather, the ocean and a beautiful house on the island, Hollis is getting bored. She exercises regularly to keep in shape and as she returns from a run there is the telltale signs someone is in her home.

This is a favorite scene.

The curtains were open on the second floor.

She never opened those curtains, unless she was reading in her room. Boredom fled as apprehension slithered into her veins. Years of training kept her from reacting. Instead, she tugged off her white hat and freed her hair as though just relaxing after she returned. The oversized hat hid her hand as she passed the outdoor grill on her way to the French doors leading inside.

The gun she had secured to the back slipped out easily and into her hand. The wash of cool air over her sun-warmed skin pebbled her skin. No one waited for her just inside. Bare feet meant she wouldn’t make a sound as she crossed the tile to the hallway. But she didn’t want her intruder to realize she knew he or they were there.

Pulling the door closed with a distinct thump, she padded to the sink and turned on the water. Obviously, anyone would want a drink after a long walk. Her throat was dry.

The coffee pot had been half-full when she left.

It was empty.

A mug she hadn’t used had been rinsed out and placed on the drying rack. Shutting the water off, she listened. Houses had their own soundtracks. The hum of the electronics filtered through the air, the vague whoosh of water refilling the automatic icemaker, the clatter of ice falling into the bucket. Even the wind whistling past a corner of the covered porch all set against the backdrop of the waves in the distance. When the air conditioner kicked on or off, there was always a thump in the attic. The wind-up of the condenser added to white noise. Little sounds that melded seamlessly into the background. Unless everything was too quiet.

She picked apart each sound, then dismissed it as she made her way to the hall separating the kitchen and dining area from the living room. No one waited. She didn’t allow for many blind spots in the house. The living room was sunken, requiring a person to descend three steps to enter it, which gave her an overview.

Whomever had let themselves in, they hadn’t damaged the locks on the front door. All of them were engaged. The backdoors she’d left unlocked because no one came out here.

Rookie mistake. She’d grown complacent in her boredom.

It wouldn’t happen again.

The curtains had been open to her room, so she made her way up the stairs. The doors to the two other bedrooms stood wide open. One was her de facto office, and it— like the master suite— faced the ocean.

The barest squeak of a chair and the hush of paper turning told her where they were.

Her office.

She continued into her bedroom as if still unaware without slowing. After tossing the hat on the bed and letting the sarong drift to the floor, she slid into her bathroom and turned on the shower. The lights she left off, because there was plenty of natural light. Then she dumped the extra bikini hanging in the bathroom like she’d stripped before she stepped behind the curtain and waited.

Not even sixty seconds passed before a shadow darkened the doorway. Another step, and the intruder entered.

Now standing just inside the bathroom, he cleared his throat. “Hollis?”

She aimed center mass and fired three times. Every bullet hit square against him, and he slammed backwards against the door and then dropped with a pained groan.

Shutting off the water, she pulled the curtain back and stepped out with her gun still trained on the downed man. He let out another grunt as she shoved him over with her foot.

Recognition surged through her as he opened his eyes and gave her a weak smile. “Hey, beautiful…” He wheezed the words. “Miss me?”

One sharp kick of her foot knocked his head back against the doorjamb, and he slumped, unconscious.

Lieutenant Ned Wagner.

The Wraith.

Her handler.

Her lover.

The son of a bitch who set her up.

No blood leaked from his wounds. There hadn’t been the telltale meaty thud of bullets striking flesh either.

Relieved, she blew out a breath. Scowling, because of the relief, she swore and squatted down to pull his gaudy Hawaiian shirt open. The fact he was dressed like some hideous tourist spoke volumes for why the man as tightly pressed as his uniforms was in her house years after he burned her.

It would serve him right if she put a bullet in his head.

Still, the fact he wore a bulletproof vest told her he’d either expected the reception or he, himself, was on the run.

Well, wouldn’t that be some gorgeous karmic irony? Couldn’t happen to a better asshole.
Heather Long. Hijacking Holiday (Kindle Locations 174-212). Kindle Edition.

Ned was the last person she expected to see, but she really isn’t all that surprised.

As Ned convinces her he needs her help he also promises her exoneration from the crimes she unwittingly committed for him.

Fast-paced, with plenty of action, a second chance romance, Sizzle and so much more.

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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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Her Elite Assets – Three Elite Warrior Stories By Heather Long


Her Elite Assets
Contains
Pure Copper
Target Tungsten
Asset Arsenic
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long

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Pure Copper

Copper will do whatever it takes to get the job done, even if it means seducing and betraying the one man who really sees her.

Target Tungsten

Bradley “Tungsten” Peck. Marine. Lover. Friend. He’s the man who can get anything, find anyone, and accomplish every goal. At least he was, before he lost the only woman who mattered…he won’t stop until he gets her back or she puts a bullet in him.

Asset Arsenic

Arsenic is playing a dangerous game, but one with hefty payout— Red Wolf’s head on a platter.

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Pure Copper

Copper is the only woman on the team, but don’t tell her that. Operation Phoenix took away more than just her identity and her teammates it also took her love. Brad was a member of that team that didn’t make it back. She owes Red Wolf revenge.

Merc has been her best friend since childhood and as fate threw them together on the teams, he is also her self appointed protector.

Gabriel Daniels is retired CIA, now teaching with no hope of finding the mysterious beauty that caught his eye. First in Miami and then again in Nigeria she slipped by him, but he sees her, recognizes what few can. Then she walks into his classroom, is he her next target?

This is a favorite scene that takes place shortly after their initial meeting.

“Damn, Copper. If I was so bad you’ve forgotten me in a couple of hours, why don’t you make our lunch date a dinner one instead, so I can do better?”

Amused in spite of herself, she took a sip of her coffee to keep from smiling. “I’m a big believer in first impressions counting.” And he had made a hell of a first impression.

Currently, her body was very interested in seconds.

“Funny, I agree with you. Have dinner with me.”

“No.” She took another drink.

“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you.” Easy charm rolled in those syllables, and she actually had to bite the inside of her lip to not laugh.

“Still a no,” she managed. Across the table, Merc had gone predator silent and his stare drilled into her. No way should she be having this conversation in front of him.

“Dessert?”

The woman who’d played with Gabriel in the lecture hall would have chuckled. Copper refused. “Do you have an issue with the word no?”

“Only when it conflicts with my being able to see you again.” Gabriel sighed.
Long, Heather, Her Elite Assets, Pure Copper, Kindle Edition. Kindle Locations (578-587).

Oh the tangled web as Copper and Gabriel both struggle to have something they want, each other. These two are explosive together, and Merc as always tries to protect her yet stay away. I am totally in love with this couple.

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Target Tungsten

When the ghosts removed their masks, I think my heart stopped for a moment. When Copper locked eyes with HIM, Tungsten/Brad, I thought my heart would break.

Gabriel and Sachi/Copper are so good together, I couldn’t grasp the possibility they could end because of Brad. That he had been there all along with the others, watching and protecting and never said a word. Even Merc/John didn’t trust Brad, and they had been friends.

Oddly enough I trusted that something good would come out of this difficult situation.

As the story unfolds with Sachi, Gabriel and Brad in an isolated cabin in Montana, and John keeping watch outside. Deep cover to protect them from someone looking diligently for Brad and possibly Sachi.

But before they can pursue a mission, Sachi either has to choose or they need another plan.

This is part of one of my favorite conversations with John and Sachi while they were on a run.

“I don’t want to choose between them. She didn’t and she wouldn’t. In some ways, she’d made her choice. Gabriel allowed Brad to be a part of them, Gabriel let him in, and she embraced the choice because Gabriel saw what she needed. If she had to choose…”I suppose this means I have to keep his sorry ass alive.” John shook his head at her. “Two men?”

“I’m a demanding woman, what can I say?”

“Greedy bitch.” But he said with a hint of a smile. “Fine. I’ll keep the jackass alive. But one fucking step out of line…”

Closing the distance between them, she gave him a hug. “Yeah, yeah. They’ll never see you coming.”

“Damn straight. And cut the mushy shit.” Still, his smile didn’t diminish. “Next thing you know you’ll be talking baby crap.”

A shudder went through her and she punched him. “Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

All was right with her world. Well, mostly right. They still had to find out who the fuck was targeting Brad, deal with it and then kill Red Wolf. Then she could concentrate on the happily ever after shit.
Long, Heather, Her Elite Assets, Target Tungsten, Kindle Edition. Kindle Locations 3247-3256).

Two big questions: Can the men share her long term? and Can she accept them both for forever?

What ensues is a sizzling hot relationship, followed by a yet another difficult mission.

This book had me at the edge of my seat, biting my nails, and turning the pages. I couldn’t stop reading, I had to know what would happen next.

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Asset Arsenic

Addison “Arsenic” Leeds has gone dark making the Elite crew wonder if she has been turned, killed or too deep in to make contact. Tasked with getting rid of the leaks in Elite’s ranks she does what she must to protect her team.

When she’s headed into trouble she contacts the one person outside of the Elite she can trust. Sam Reese, the man she didn’t kill but probably should have.

This is a favorite scene.

A jacket dropped over her shoulders as Sam came to join her.

“How long has it been?”

“You know exactly how long it’s been.” Since the night he’d tried to kill Clark. She’d left and hadn’t come back. The same night she’d been burned, finding out too late they’d also sent Sam to kill her brother.

“I suspected, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Are you sorry they didn’t give you me?”

She could almost feel the weight of his stare, but she didn’t turn away from the sea.

“Am I sorry they didn’t send me to kill you?” He actually sounded offended. “Yes, I’m sorry they didn’t give me that job. I’m sorry because you wouldn’t have had to take out the two sons of a bitch they did send.”

She took off the baseball cap then ran her fingers through her hair. The breeze kept jerking at the long strands and the weight of it pulled her head.

“I could’ve ended up shooting you instead.”

“Well, don’t feel too bad about it. You did end up shooting me, so it worked out.” Once again, he used humor to deflect, but she wanted to ask the question. She wanted to ask him about Clark, but she had already said she didn’t want to talk about him. For anyone else, she wouldn’t be doing this. This was for her brother.

“How long has it been for you?”

“Roughly the same time.” That surprised her; she hadn’t realized that he left right after she did.

“I want to ask why, but it’s none of my damn business.”

“You can ask anything you want, Addy. Don’t you know that yet? Quite the obedient dog. Sit, Sam. Stay, Sam. Go, Sam. Hunt, Sam. I do it all.” What began as a flippant remark took on a distinct note of sadness at the end.

Shaking her head, she reached over and laid her hand on top of his. “You’re not a dog, Sam. You never were.”

“M’lady, are you trying to comfort me?”

She removed her hand. “No, I was being factual. You’re not a dog. Dogs are loyal.” She regretted what she’d said the moment the words left her mouth, but deep inside, she couldn’t deny the anger continued to simmer.
Long, Heather, Her Elite Assets, Asset Arsenic, Kindle Edition. Kindle Locations (4171-4188).

These two team up to take down yet another Red Wolf crony and in the process rediscover themselves through barbs, sex and a mutual desire for revenge.

An action-packed tale with sizzling sex and a past to resolve. This one even has some family issues within the ranks.

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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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Throne Taker – Heart of the Nebula Book 3 by Heather Long and Rebecca Royce


Throne Taker
Heart of the Nebula Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Heather Long
&
Award Winning Author
Rebecca Royce

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Everything has come down to this…

Everything in Khloe with a K’s life changed when she crashed into the side of a food truck. Now with Earth in the rearview mirror, her future lies with Briggs, Goran, Reese, and Dalton. Forging their bonds was only the first step, but will it be enough to sustain them in the face of new challenges?

A new world.

A new life.

A new choice.

The stunning conclusion to the Heart of the Nebula trilogy.

*Please note*
This is a reverse harem and the authors suggest you always read the forwards in their books. This is the third and final in a trilogy.

Nothing like thwarting everything other people plan for you. Khloe is Queen and she’s not going to be bossed around. One of the first places she want’s to see is the waterfall. First though she has to meet a couple of people she missed the day before.

Having been up all night listening to her family history, she knows a lot more about these folks than they think she does. After the initial pleasantries she invites them to join her on her excursion to the falls.

As she absorbs not only the beauty but also the sad history, someone approaches Dalton thinks she should hear. This results in another excursion, this one to the part of the city called ‘The Below’. What they find there appalls her.

This is a favorite scene.

Instead, I turned to the brave young man who’d come all the way to bring me here. He’d been silent the whole trip over. “Can you show me?”

He nodded, fast. “I can, Majesty. Yes.”

“Great.” I motioned forward. “Lead the way.”

We were quite a parade making our way through The Below, and people came out to stare at us. Most of the population was just hanging around the streets, playing cards or simply sitting idly.

Briggs scowled. My visiting this crowded location probably wasn’t his favorite thing at the moment. But I imagined he’d never be thrilled when I risked unexpected exposure to elements he couldn’t control.

We should do this more often. Kieran didn’t rush, though the crowd seemed to thicken the deeper we went, and it impeded his progress until two of the guards moved ahead to help clear the way. Words fluttered after me.

“The queen!”

“Make way for the royal guard!”

“She’s here?!?”

“Is that the queen?”

“I thought she’d be…”

“She’s so pretty!”

Other voices floated down, and I realized The Below wasn’t just on the ground, but stacked above were these precarious walkways between the upper levels of the buildings. It was like someone had built apartments into the massive stacks of containers on a container ship.

We were deep into the shadows now, and there was almost no sunlight. Artificial lamps glowed dimly along the walls, and the one nearest us sputtered. The hum and buzz reminded me of a bad fixture in the kitchen at the bar. Gradually, I realized everyone around me had stopped, and even the whispers quieted.

“Your Majesty?” Briggs was at my elbow, his voice low but urgent.

“One second,” I said, touching his arm gently and then moving toward the flickering light. The shadows danced around it, but worse, the constant buzzing was irritating as hell.

How did they sleep with it malfunctioning?

guards went to remove people in my path. “Stop. I just want to get to the light, no one has to be shoved.”

The pair hesitated, but they looked from me to Briggs, then back to the people facing us.

“Do you mind?” I asked an older man dressed in stained work clothing, or what I assumed had to be work clothing. His shirt had tattered edges, and the threading on his jacket was frayed. His eyebrows climbed at my question, and then, slowly, he shook his head and took a step back.

“Thank you,” I told him briskly. The crawling was worse down here; it was like that along most of the buildings, just sluggish little jerks. Pressing a hand to the wall, I ignored the cold, rough feeling of the metal. It was like touching something that had died.

Was the energy sluggish because it couldn’t move? Or was there just not enough?

“Are the lights always like this, Kieran?”

“Um…” The young man edged closer to me. “Mostly always like this. Some are just out. No one replaces them anymore. Some of us have torches.”

Torches? Like actual fire-burning torches?

No, the nanos were clear. Not fire. Flashlights.

Okay.

Not much better, but definitely better.

“We’re used to it,” Kieran said, then cleared his throat. “I mean we endure, Your Majesty. This is not so bad.”

No, it was never so bad. The little things. You got used to it. Light bulb goes out and you can’t afford to replace it, or you only have a dimmer one, you make do. It becomes normal. Then you don’t realize what you’re missing anymore, because you endure.

I knew all about that.

I could feel energy, and I was practically full to bursting with it. The channels in the wall that carried power was a system of wiring, but I could touch this energy. It was as cold as the wall and barely able to kindle itself.

The buzzing needed to stop, and the only way to do that was break the light or fix it. It needed more power, so I reached. The energy fountained up within me, and I sent it right into the wall, into the wires and the channels. I pushed, shuttling through the channels. It fought me, resisted, but bit by bit, it gave way, and the light above me steadied and then began to brighten.

Beyond it, there were more clogged channels and shadows to chase. The clusters on my skin tightened and exploded outward in a shower of tingles against my flesh, and I pushed the energy through.

Maybe I couldn’t fix all their problems in a day, but they could damn well have light.

There were gasps all around me. Crowds walked toward us as the lights came on everywhere. Suddenly, The Below was as bright as anywhere I’d been.

“Look what she did.”

“The Queen made it light.”

“Miracle.”

“Khloe, the bringer of light.”

A boom sounded behind us, and we all whirled around. In under two seconds, Briggs was in front of me and so were the guards. I could see enough to know a group of men all wearing black stormed toward us.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

I let the guys into my head. Whoever these people were, I needed to know.

Zylots. Briggs told me without ever looking at me. And they’re pissed.

I just bet they were. Briggs, let me through. I won’t hide from them, not in a first meeting.
Heather Long; Rebecca Royce. Throne Taker: Heart of the Nebula Book 3 (Kindle Locations 867-912).

The first encounter with the Zylots is enough to start Khloe thinking of another path for her reign.

Many decisions, a lofty goal, friends and enemies, and romance that doesn’t quit. I really hated to see this book end, I’d really love more of these characters.

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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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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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