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Tempting Tavor – Enemies To Lovers- Hot Hunks Steamy Romance Collection Book 3 By Jen Talty


A look. A judgment. A string of words.
Bitter rivals and sworn enemies have been around
since the beginning of time.
But make no mistake, once the spark is ignited
and the fuse is lit,
the fine line between love and hate will go up in flames.
So stand back or cross over,
but be prepared to strap in for the ride.

Seven USA Today and bestselling authors are bringing you the next in the line of Hot Hunks. Enemies to Lovers, where tempers flash, messy situations erupt, and mouths and hands seek each other.

Tempting Tavor
Enemies To Lovers
Hot Hunks Steamy Romance Collection Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Author

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Lieutenant Tavor Bale knows only one thing: Delta Force. When a dangerous mission goes sideways and Tavor finds himself not only unable to perform his duties, but the Army informs him that his only option to remain in service is in an administrative position. For the first time in his life, he hasn’t a clue what to do. Instead of turning to family and friends, Tavor turns to the bottle, but those who love him won’t tolerate his self-pity and the next thing he knows, he’s at a wellness ranch in upstate New York singing feel-good songs around the campfire wondering how this is going to solve the fact the only thing he’s ever known has been ripped from him.

Paulina Hoover is no stranger to physical and emotional pain. Ten years she’d been in a car accident with her father. He didn’t survive the accident and during the first year following the incident, there were times Paulina wished she hadn’t as well. But now, she owns and operates a ranch dedicated to helping those regain their inner hope and help them find a new path. Only, she’s never met anyone quite like Tavor. His anger, hostility, and self-loathing she can deal with, but what she can’t handle is her growing affection for a man who wants nothing to do with an entirely new world of opportunities. All he sees her as the enemy and he’s determined to prove her methods of self-healing are nothing but smoke and mirrors.

This book opens with a look at the mission that left Tavor wounded. His injuries are such that he won’t be able to return to his Delta team but there are many options for him. He just doesn’t want to hear them. Instead he’s cocooned himself in his home, drinking and making decisions that aren’t really the best for him. One of which is leaving the Army when his current tour is done.

He hasn’t been going to his physical therapy or psychologist appointments which have been mandated. Since he is still considered active duty this is a big problem. His brother Ledger and his sister Serenity show up on his doorstep with an ultimatum. He goes to Jack’s Place for rehabilitation or he leaves the Army with a dishonorable discharge.

Tavor can’t do that to his father, so he reluctantly goes with his siblings to check in.

Pauline Hoover started Jack’s Place because she understands the feelings of loss, of those things held near and dear, of career especially a military one. She’s pretty sure Jack’s Place can help Tavor, but he’s going to have to put the effort into it.

She takes Tavor on a little tour, stopping in the gardens to chat with him.

This is a favorite scene.

A couple of birds flew overhead, landing on the big oak tree in the center of the garden. She sat on the bench, making room from Tavor. When she’d been a little girl, she used to love to come to this small patch in the backyard, hidden by thick brush, tall trees, and beautiful flowers, and lie in the grass, staring at the sky. She would dream about being a fighter pilot and screaming across the sky at twice the speed of sound. Being in the Navy had been all she’d ever wanted or cared about.

She had no secondary plan. She’d never thought about doing anything else, especially going to medical school, but after her accident, she had to change not only the direction of her life, but her entire mindset. It hadn’t been easy, but she did find a career path that had more than fulfilled her heart and soul. Helping others like her had become her calling and she wouldn’t change a thing.

“We always have choices and you can leave, but there are consequences to that decision.”

“A dishonorable discharge isn’t an option.”

“But death is?” Normally, she wouldn’t come in this hot and aggressive, but she could see the bottomless pit into his soul through his empty eyes. He thought, just like his buddy Drake, that his new limitations were so damning that he had nothing to live for.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” For effect, she took off her jacket, something she rarely did in front of people she’d just met. She’d become comfortable with the scars, but she knew how shocking they could be to a complete stranger. She set the article of clothing on the back of the bench.

She’d had a dozen or so skin grafts, but there wasn’t much the doctors could do. The burns on her arms, back, and legs would never go away. While they’d healed and didn’t look so hideous, if she were to go to a beach, people would try not to stare, but they wouldn’t be able to look away.

Tavor’s jaw slacked open. He cleared his throat. “Is that supposed to be some kind of bonding thing?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Did you do this with Drake?” Tavor leaned back on the bench, stretching out his legs, crossing them at the ankles.

“Not when I first met him,” she said. “And while I don’t hide what happened to me, or any of my past from the clients here at Jack’s Place, I don’t always open up about it so quickly.”

“Then why are you?”

“Because what I see in you is exactly what I saw in my father right before he died.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Tavor tilted his head. “But what does that have to do with me or your burns?”

She traced a finger up one of the more veiny parts of her arm. It was never easy to discuss what happened, but if her story could help him, or anyone, then she was happy to share. “My dad had just picked me up from the airport. It was Christmastime and I had a couple of weeks before I had to return to the Naval Academy.”

“You were in the Navy?” His eyes grew wide.

“Not for very long.” She twirled her hair between her finger and thumb, staring at two chipmunks fighting over an acorn. “I was halfway through my junior year and I had no desire to come home for the holidays. My father and I were at odds. He’d been drinking a lot and he was constantly putting me and my career path down.”

“What do you mean?” Tavor shifted, resting his arm on the back of the bench.

“I wanted to be a fighter pilot and he didn’t think I had what it would take, but it wasn’t really about that. His body was failing him as he’d gotten older and being a rescue swimmer wasn’t something he could do anymore, but it was all he had.”

“That’s a tough job.”

She nodded. “The Navy pulled him from his station and he felt demoralized and he struggled with my success.”

“He was jealous? Of his own child?” Tavor gave her shoulder a slight squeeze.

“His entire world was changing. My mom had died a few years before that from cancer and he was depressed for a variety of reasons. Back then, I had no desire to be a doctor. I was focused on my education and a woman in the seat of a fighter jet isn’t an easy career choice.”

“Nope. I hate to admit it, but being a woman in the military still has its pitfalls, and that’s really too bad.”

“I appreciate that.” She nodded. “Anyway. My dad was stationed in Jacksonville back then. He picked me up at the airport and we immediately got into a fight. He actually told me I should pursue something different and that he would even support me leaving the Academy. I was so angry because my dreams had once been his too and I didn’t understand what was going on with him.” She turned, catching Tavor’s gaze. “He pulled off the highway, heading toward the house he rented in the middle of nowhere. He looked at me and told me that what I was doing wasn’t worth it. Then he pressed his foot on the gas pedal and wrapped his car around a tree at a hundred miles an hour.”

“Jesus. With you in the passenger seat?”

“The next thing I remember was waking up a few weeks later with about forty percent of my body covered in burns. My back and both my legs were broken. All the doctors thought I was lucky to be alive. I didn’t agree with them. I thought my father was the lucky one considering he died instantly.”

“That’s rough.” Tavor ran a hand across his shaven face. “So, that’s why you became a shrink.”

She laughed. “No. I did that for me. I didn’t die for him.” She jutted her chin toward a rock strategically placed to the far right of the gardens. “I made that memorial for him the day I decided ending my life might stop the pain and solve what I thought my problems were, but it wouldn’t prove to my dad, or anyone, that we all have purpose, even when it’s not what we thought.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to you, but I don’t want to die. I just want out of the Army, and then I’ll figure out what’s next.”

“Really?” Feeling a bit too exposed, she slipped on her coat. “Because it seems to me you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

He jumped to his feet. “You don’t know anything about me or my life. Just because your military career never even got started, or you suffered life-altering injuries, doesn’t give us common ground.”

“Maybe not. But your death wish does.”

“I don’t want to die. I wouldn’t do that to my family.” He ran a hand across his head. “And to be totally frank with you, I’m only here to save my father the shame of having a son who left the military with anything but honors. So, I’ll do what you ask of me and I’ll even do it with a smile on my face, but you and me, we’re not friends.” He waved his finger. “I’m truly sorry about what your father did. That’s horrific. But I’m not your father and I’m not Drake. Now, if you don’t mind. I would like to go to my room.”
Jen Talty. Tempting Tavor: Enemies to Loves: Hot Hunks Steamy Romance Collection (Kindle Locations 467-520). Jupiter Press.

While Tavor doesn’t think that chat helped, it certainly has him thinking, as does his first group session.

More surprising is the conversation he overhears while visiting the horses. He really didn’t like Gill, his therapist for group, but what he hears in the discussion with Pauline disturbs him. Gill is harassing Pauline and apparently they were once a couple.

I love the build up in this book, both of Gill’s obsession and the relationship between Pauline and Tavor. We meet all of Tavor’s sibling in this book as well as things come to a head.

Lots of intrigue, revelations and a relationship that sizzles right from the start.

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Jen Talty

Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Protecting Marlowe – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Search & Rescue Book 6 by Jen Talty


Protecting Marlowe
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Search & Rescue Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Everything in Marlowe Chapmen’s life is falling into place. Her career as an actress is finally taking off, but there is one thing missing. Ever since Marlowe became an adult, she’s been searching for the man who had saved her life when she’d been ten years old and who had made all this possible by literally killing her past. As she travels from one Navy base to the next, looking for Slade, she hadn’t expected she’d fall in head over heels for another Navy man. Nor could she anticipate that her secret had already been exposed, setting off a chain of events that would not only put her life in danger, but could expose her true identity as the daughter of a Russian terrorist.

Bryce Carson has dedicated his adult life to the Navy and protecting the United States of America, an oath he doesn’t take lightly. When the famous Marlowe breezes into his life, he’s shocked she even gives him a second glance. She teaches him there’s more to life than chasing the adrenaline rush at work and playing video games to relax. But there is one thing Bryce can’t tolerate—or forgive—and that’s deception.

So, when he finds out Marlowe isn’t exactly who she says she is, Bryce has to decide can he forgive the betrayal, because under the circumstances, would he have done the same thing?

Bryce and Lincoln were having a drink after returning from deployment. Princess and Wolfie had returned home after greeting them and Lincoln was going home in a few minutes. That’s when Marlowe and her friend/PR agent Jamie walk in.

Bryce is a big fan of Marlowe and had been a fan for a while, more so since her parts in a couple of Marvel movies, and the trailer for her new movie looked just amazing. He needs a bit of a push from Lincoln to go say hello and Lincoln escorted him over while making it clear he was taken.

It didn’t take long for Jamie to pretty much push Marlowe on Bryce so she could go back to the hotel and call her boyfriend.

This is a favorite scene.

Marlowe dug into her purse and thankfully her hands didn’t shake as she handed her friend her rental keys. However, her insides rattled like an earthquake. It wasn’t like her to let Jamie push her into spending time with a random man, and Jamie had a tendency to try to fix her up left and right.

“Love you, girl.” Jamie gave her a quick hug and kiss, before making a beeline for the door.

His friend, Lincoln, was only a couple steps behind after slapping his buddy on the back.

“Did you really recognize me?” Shit. Why the fuck did she ask that stupid question? If Jamie had heard her, she would have kicked her and then went on to discuss how great she was in every role, including the stupid toilet paper commercial she’d done a few years ago.

“I’m really a fan.” Bryce sat across from her as he waved down the waitress. “Do you like red wine? There is a local cab that is fabulous and getting it by the bottle is reasonable.”

“Sounds perfect,” she said. “Would you mind if I ordered an appetizer? I’m starving.”

“Why don’t we get the special. I could eat more.” “I’m in.”

He placed the order with the waitress while she took the opportunity to study him a little more closely.

He had a small scar above his right eye that etched into his brow. He had another one under his chin and still another one on the side of his neck.

She wondered how many more he had covering his body.

“I take it you live out in LA or something,” he said.

“No. I call Upstate New York home.”

“I love the Adirondacks. When I was a kid, we used to go to Lake George in the summertime. It’s beautiful.”

“I moved there when I was eleven.” She nodded. “It’s hard to let go of the area, even though I’m almost never there lately.”

“Why are you vacationing here if you don’t get to spend much time at home? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I like to travel and ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had this goal that I wanted to see as much of the country as possible.” She shrugged. “I like beach towns. Lakes. Mountains. Hell, I like it all and I want to see it all.”

The waitress returned with a bottle and two glasses. Marlowe leaned back, took in a deep breath, and waited patiently for the young lady to leave.

“To new friends.” Bryce lifted his glass.

“Cheers.” The rich, smooth flavor coated her throat and warmed her belly, taking the edge off her nerves. She had no idea why she let Jamie leave, other than being in a bar filled with SEALs made her feel like she was closer to the man who gave her a second chance at life. “I can guess you’re in the Navy.” She waved a hand over her hair.

He nodded.

“Thank you for your service.” He blinked. “My pleasure.”

“What do you do, exactly?”

“I’m a SEAL,” he said with a slightly flat tone as he sat up a little taller, as if he were uncomfortable stating his employment status.

“Oh. That’s cool. But dangerous.” She wished she could just come out and ask him if he knew Slade, but then she’d have to come up with a story on how she knew the man, and she’d yet to develop one that made sense.

Besides, Slade had told her that she had to forget about him. That she needed to pretend he never existed. What he’d done had been unprofessional and illegal and he could lose his job if it ever got out. She often wondered if he’d been overly dramatic in order to scare her from ever saying anything about what had happened.

He warned her that she had to remember that her old self had never existed and that the new identity he and his friends had given her was the only person she’d ever been. For weeks, Slade quizzed her on her past until even she’d begun to believe the lies.

“It can be.”

“You don’t like talking about your job, do you.” She didn’t pose that as a question.

“Sorry. It’s not that, it’s just there are a lot of aspects of my career I can’t discuss, and then there are those that just want to…” He laughed, shaking his head. “I bet you get the same thing. People wanting a piece of you because you’re famous.”

She waggled her finger. “I’m not famous yet. But you’re right. As much as it’s nice to be seen, like with you tonight, there are times it feels icky and people can be weird about it.”

“Especially men, I’m sure.”

“I knew this special forces guy once a long time ago,” she said, staring into her glass. “He was friends with my folks.” She wasn’t the best liar in the world, but she told herself all she was doing was acting. Playing a character and that she was good at it. “He grunted more than he talked half the time, but I remember once being out at a restaurant with him. I wasn’t more than eleven and women just flocked to him like hot fudge on a sundae.”

“It’s not so much that as much as it’s what happens after the relationship gets real.”

“What do you mean?”

“My job is hard and it requires me to be gone for long periods. Even worse, there are times when I think I’m going to be home for a long stretch and I get a phone call in the middle of the night telling me to pack my bags and I won’t know for how long. It takes a special kind of woman, or man for that matter, to deal with someone in my job.”

“I can respect that, but your buddy found someone.”

Bryce laughed. “Yeah. My ex-girlfriend.”

“Seriously?”

“Sort of. He’s married to a girl that was my high school sweetheart. We broke up years before they met and they are perfect for each other.” He took a long sip of his wine while one of the staff placed a large tray of food in front of them with a couple of plates. “I have a lot of friends who are married and it works well, and others who’ve gotten divorced. It’s not an easy life, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love what I do and I get to see the world from a completely different perspective than most.”

She snagged an onion ring and plopped it into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the fried flavor. “Making movies looks so glamorous on the outside, but half of it is done on a set, inside, with people yelling at you, staring at you, and sometimes you end up doing the same scene fifty times in one day.”

“I can’t tell you how many times we sit around waiting for something to happen. I swear, that’s ninety percent of my job and the toughest part sometimes,” he said.

“I can imagine.”

He smiled as he nibbled on one of the sliders. He had an easygoing personality that she admired. It was as if they were old friends catching up. It wasn’t very often she made that kind of connection.

And so quickly.

“So, can I ask what your next big role is going to be?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Since I’ve finished shooting Rushing Wind, I have to film two more of the Marvels because of my contracts, but in the meantime, I’m on the hunt. However, I think some are waiting to see the reviews of this latest film.”

“That’s exciting.”

She nodded.

“Are the Marvel movies expanding your character?”

“I have more lines and scenes, but not much more.” She pushed her plate to the side, tossing her napkin on top. “Anyway, Jamie and I are here to go over a couple of scripts that were sent to my agent and pick a couple to audition for, though I’m finally in a position where it’s less of an audition and more of me saying I’ll take the role if you still want me. But I have to make up my mind this week with a couple of them, one way or the other.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Thank you.”

He topped off their glasses and leaned back. “Do you have free time to do some sightseeing? I’d love to show you— and your friend— around.”

“If you haven’t noticed, she’ll do whatever it takes to pawn me off on you,” she said with a laugh.

Bryce leaned forward. His smoldering grayish-green eyes that reminded her of the Caribbean sparkled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

“To be honest, neither would I.”
Jen Talty. Protecting Marlowe (Special Forces: Operation Alpha): search and rescue, Book 6 (Kindle Locations 203-270). Aces Press, LLC.

Now the reason Marlowe was visiting different towns where their are Navy bases is because a SEAL named Slade saved her life many years ago. She would love to see him again and thank him for all he did for her.

A couple of SEALs in the bar recognized her, but didn’t let on. Keanu, Bryce’s boss was there with Wolf. They were both part of the mission that led to them doing something just a bit underhanded to save Marlowe from a worse fate.

With Marlowe getting threating texts on top of a strange note before she came to Virginia, Bryce calls Keanu. Neither one of them thought this was anything other than the normal type stalker. That is until Wolf and Slade get involved.

Lots of twists and turns as Bryce and Marlowe begin a relationship. Plenty of suspense and a few surprises as the bad guy turns up the heat.

I just realized I haven’t read all of the books in this series in the Operation Alpha crossovers. I really need to catch up before Jen releases another one!!

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Jen Talty

Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Whiskey Cobbler – It’s All In The Whiskey Book 6 by Jen Talty


Whiskey Cobbler
It’s All In The Whiskey Book6
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Jen Talty

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Heather Cobbler has dedicated her life to the love and care of the horses at Whiskey Ranch. Having been born and raised on the land, her loyalty runs thick and deep. So, when horses start getting sick on her watch, Heather will stop at nothing to find out who is harming these glorious creatures and why.

Even if that means teaming up with the veterinarian who has been hitting on her for nearly ten years and doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.

Not much happened in the sleepy little town of Buhl, Idaho and that’s exactly why Detective Crew Irvin had moved there from the big city. So, when it appears a horse is murdered out on the Whiskey Ranch, Crew wants to wrap it up neatly, and quickly. That means slapping the cuffs on the super sexy ranch hand, Heather Cobbler.

Crew’s detective skills might be rusty, but he didn’t have cobwebs for brains and Heather was about as guilty as the sky was pink.

Only he couldn’t prove it without putting himself in the line of fire.

The vet Jim Casey has wanted more than friendship with the Whiskey Ranch’s head trainer Heather Cobbler for many years. Unfortunately for him, she doesn’t feel the same. Now the new detective on the Buhl PD. Crew Irvin is a different story all together.

A night out with friends turns into a challenge one that is a bit embarrassing for Heather. She’s going to ask Crew out on a date. This does get interrupted by Jim though.

This is a favorite scene.

He wiped a hand over his face, trying to cover his smile. “I’m curious as to what brought you to my table like a nervous cat because the few times we’ve crossed paths, you’re always quite confident.”

“I usually am, but this is an unusual circumstance and I’m about to put you in an awkward position.”

“I doubt that,” he said, waving the waitress over. “Could you please bring the lady a drink?”

She glanced up. “Oh. A glass of the house red is fine.”

The waitress nodded and scurried away.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Heather said, going back to playing with her hair. “But thank you.”

“My pleasure. Now tell me about this strange position you’re putting me in.”

“You know Doc James Casey, right?”

“I do.” Crew nodded. “He takes care of my dogs.”

“You seem like the big dog kind of person. What kind do you have?” Heather smiled that bright grin that made her eyes sparkle like the ocean dancing under the sun. It reminded him of a hot summer morning at the beach, just him, the water tickling his toes, and the salty air awakening his senses.

Christ. Crew needed to get a grip. Heather wasn’t for him. No woman was for him. He couldn’t ever be with someone he cared about again.

It would kill him.

“I have a couple of mutts, actually. They look like they could be maybe a Lab-shepherd mix, but not sure. However, you’re changing the subject.”

The waitress quietly and quickly set a glass of wine in front of Heather before taking off for a different table.

“He and I are friends, but as of late, he’s been putting the pressure on. I didn’t see it and my sister and my friend over there are pushing me to ask you out in order to get him off my back.”

“I see.”

“God, that sounded awful. I mean, I meant to ask you out, but I thought it only fair to tell you about Jim and… shit. I’m just making it worse. Now, I’m acting like my sister, Alyssa. Shit. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m flattered.” He rested his elbows on the table. “But in order for something like that to really work, for him to really get the hint, we should probably go out on a proper date and not just have this one little drink where I’m on duty and I’m going to have to leave as soon as my check comes.” Nothing like having diarrhea of the mouth. Hopefully, she’d turn him down, believing this would be enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jim leave his group of friends and meander across the patio.

Not good.

“That’s really sweet of you, but I’m not trying to make Jim jealous or anything. I can handle Jim. I mean, we’re friends. Pretty good friends, actually. He’s not a bad guy.”

Why the hell was this woman rambling on about another man? “I’m confused. Do you like Jim and want to go out with him?”

“Oh God. No. I’m trying to keep my friends from coming over here, fixing us up, and telling Jim you and I are going out or something, making this even weirder.” She smacked her palm against her forehead. “This is not going how I expected it to. I think a glass of wine before I had food wasn’t a good idea.”

“Relax,” Crew said with a slight laugh. “I’d love to go out on a date, but I’d like to know if Jim is actually my competition.”

“We’re just friends,” she said with a bright smile. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m—”

“My, my,” Jim said as he tapped his finger on the table. “Detective Irvin. How are you this evening? How are Duke and Daisy?”

“They’re both doing well, thank you.” Crew had seen Jim go chat up the girls about a half hour ago and now that Jim was standing at his table, Crew wondered what game Heather was really playing.

The make a man jealous game?

Or get rid of a man game?

Either way, he shouldn’t be playing. Dating wasn’t something he was prepared to bring back into his wheelhouse. Not even for Heather.

“I see you’re wearing your badge and gun belt,” Jim pointed out. “Does that mean you’re on duty?”

“I’m on my dinner break.” Crew didn’t need to explain anything to Jim, especially since Crew didn’t keep the same hours as a beat cop. Technically, he was the only detective on the payroll, so he was always on duty, but he currently was punching the clock. As in, he should probably be in uniform, but he’d gotten away with not wearing one since he rode into town and he hoped to keep it that way.

Jim held his hands up. “No judgment here. I was just hoping my taxpayer dollars weren’t paying for a date or something.”

Heather arched a brow and opened her mouth, but Crew cut her off.

“I was about to ask Heather here out to dinner, but you interrupted me,” Crew said.

“Actually, you did ask. I just hadn’t had the chance to accept.” She smiled. “And I’d love to. How about Friday night?”

“I’m technically off tomorrow, so that works. As long as I don’t get called in, we should be good.” Crew nodded.

“Heather, can I speak to you for a moment?” Jim asked. “Um, well, I was going to walk Crew to his car,” Heather said.

“I’ll wait,” Jim said.

Crew stood, taking Heather by the hand. “Have a good night.” He led her through the crowd, stopping at the bar and settling his bill before pushing open the front door. “Well, that was interesting.”

“You don’t have to take me out if you don’t want to.” She ran her hand through her hair.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask this. Did you want to go out with Jim?” Crew scratched his jaw. “I’m asking because now I’m really confused.”

“So am I.” She let out a long breath. “My sister and Zuri warned me that Jim wanted more, but I didn’t see it and I don’t want to use you.”

He reached out and curled his fingers around her biceps. “Do you want to go out with me? Because I definitely want to go out with you. To be honest, I’ve thought about asking you out the last couple of times I’ve seen you, but I’m a bit of a loner for reasons we can talk about another time.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Heather leaned against his patrol car.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Yeah. I’d like to have dinner with you.” She smiled.

“Good.” He pulled out one of his cards. “This is my personal cell. Don’t hesitate to call me. Day or night.”

She took it between her fingertips.

“Why don’t you text me now so I can put your number in my contacts, and I will text you with the details for our date.” His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t tell if he was nervous, or if it was something else.

No. He knew it wasn’t guilt, only he wished it was because that would make it easier.

His mother told him a desire to start over would eventually kick in. That was unless he returned to the dark place and even he didn’t want to go back to living with one foot in the grave. His precious Darla and sweet little Gypsy wouldn’t appreciate that. He needed to at least do what they’d want him to do— expect him to do— and go about the business of living and doing the right thing.

He could do that in small-town Idaho.

“Why do you look like you really don’t want to go out with me?” Crew took her hand and ran his thumb over the soft, tender skin of her wrist.

Her cheeks turned a pretty pink. “It’s not that. I just don’t have a lot of room in my life for dating and I feel weird about this. About how it all came about.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss. It was short, and not necessarily romantic, but he did let them linger more than a few seconds.

A slight moan tickled the back of her throat. Without thinking, she gripped his shoulders, leaning into his strong frame.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest, keeping the kiss going. He tasted like strawberries dipped in chocolate milk. His tongue twisted and twirled around hers in an exotic dance.

She blinked as he pulled back.

“That was unexpected,” she whispered.
Jen Talty. Whiskey Cobbler: It’s All In The Whiskey Book 6 (Kindle Locations 300-369). Jupiter Press.

Now of course in the way of small towns gossip starts, but it’s the sudden incriminating things that start happening on Whiskey Ranch that are far more disturbing.

The fact that Jim is one of those fueling that fire hurts as well. Fortunately Heather has a very qualified ally in Crew.

Intrigue with a few twists and turns and a romance that is both sizzling and healing.

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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Dark Legacy – Legacy Book 1 By Jen Talty


Dark Legacy
Legacy Series Book 1
By
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Jen Talty

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Shannon Brendel, a therapist for troubled teens, wants to find the daughter she gave up when was sixteen. She doesn’t want a relationship. She only wants to know her child is safe and has a better life. One free from her father’s dark legacy. However, when she begins the search, she will lead the evil man she feels she helped create right to her daughter’s doorstep. This is a man she’s vowed never to see again. A man who could easily pull her back into the depths of hell her father had placed her in. He is a man who is hell bent on revenge and will stop at nothing to see that Shannon, and their daughter, pay the ultimate price.

Jackson Armstrong, a private investigator will take just about any case except those involving adoption. He has his reasons. So, when his super sexy neighbor asks him to help her find the little girl she gave up years ago, he says no. That is until Shannon’s patients start mysteriously disappearing, showing up dead, and Shannon becomes the best suspect. Jackson will do whatever it takes to prove Shannon is innocent and protect her and her daughter.

But will it be enough to save them from such a dark legacy.

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This book opens with a glimpse at Shannon’s past and a bit of the horror from it. We progress to the present day as Shannon is sort of celebrating the anniversary of her freedom. A sailboat at the end of her dock, a Tartan, the same boat of her nightmares causes her to drop her coffee.

Her neighbor Jackson attempts to help her not cut her feet. He bought the sailboat to celebrate his divorce. He didn’t know it would cause his neighbor to be upset. He does agree to get a visual on her friend so she knows she’s okay, but he gets upset when she asks him to find the daughter she gave up for adoption. He won’t do searches for adoption, it’s personal.

This is a favorite scene.

“Here you go.” Jackson handed her a cup. The bitter aroma filled her nose like pure, unsweetened cocoa. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”

She laughed. “I’m actually having dinner with my stepmother, but maybe we can have a drink after.”

“Are you actually agreeing to a date?” he asked with wide eyes and a big, goofy smile.

The man was too cute for his own good.

“Not a date. Just a drink with a friend. Say around nine? Right here? We can build a fire.”

“Sounds great to me.” He raised his mug.

“Can I ask you a work-related question?”

“Sure,” Jackson said.

“Do you ever take on cases for friends?”

“All the time. Why?”

She stole a peek at the sailboat. That night had changed her life in more ways than one. “I’d like to hire you.”

“For?” He set his coffee on the railing, easing closer, leaving his arms dangling at his sides.

He must have taken a ton of psychology courses because he knew exactly how to put someone at ease. Anyone would bare their soul to this man and not even know they were doing it.

She let out a puff of air. The only person she’d ever spoken to about her daughter had been Annette. Even her mother couldn’t bear to hear about it, always telling Shannon that she’d been a horrible teenager and to pray for forgiveness.

“Two things, actually. I don’t like doing this, but a… a friend of mine missed a lunch date on Friday, and I haven’t been able to reach her all weekend. She’s never done that, and I’m a little worried. Could I trouble you to just check on her or something? I don’t mind paying you.”

“I can do that,” he said, but the way he tilted his head indicated that he wasn’t buying the friend part.

Shit. She could get fired for that one.

“I’m just concerned, and I want to know she’s okay.”

“You just want me to get a visual? Or do you need me to contact her?”

Shannon looked at the sky for an answer. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, she knew that something wasn’t right with Belinda, and she couldn’t let it go. “Just a visual. Her name is Belinda Montgomery, and she—”

“Name is all I need. If I want more, I’ll call,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. And no need to pay me. Now, what’s the second?”

“This one is a little bit more detailed, and I’ll insist on compensating you for your time.” She reached for her pendant, running her finger up and down the feathered sides. Not a day went by that she didn’t wear the necklace. It drove her mother crazy, but only because of where it had come from and the fact that Shannon still had a relationship with her father’s second wife.

“If it makes you feel more comfortable, your case will be confidential. The only other person who will know the details, or your name, will be Katie, my partner.”

“I can’t say that makes me feel better. This is pretty personal and not easy for me.” But she wasn’t going to turn back now. She just needed a few deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Slow and controlled. “I want to find the child I gave up for adoption.” Her fingers trembled over the silver jewelry dangling from her neck. Her gaze darted toward the parking area, focusing on Jackson’s shiny pickup truck. A diesel. It had rumbled many a late night, loud and proud. But it always calmed her nerves, even when it woke her up.

Jackson was one of the few men who always made her feel safe.

“You want me to find the kid you gave up?” Jackson’s tone had an edge she’d only heard when he got upset with the lawn guy for ruining his rose bush. Jackson hadn’t ever yelled at the groundskeeper, but the anger lacing his words was more terrifying than any screaming match could be.

Shannon swallowed the thick lump in her throat. This was turning out to be harder than she’d thought. Her fears over being judged ran wild, and she knew that she read too much into Jackson’s attitude. “This may sound odd, but I just want to know if she’s okay. That she was placed in a good home.”

He raked a hand through his long hair. “I’m sorry. I’m going to have to say no. I don’t do adoption cases under any circumstances.” He turned his back and leaned against the deck with his arms folded across his chest.

Closed-off. And the tension that filled the air nearly choked her. The therapist in her wanted to ask probing questions to tackle the problem at hand. To figure out why adoption cases were a trigger for him. But she reminded herself that he wasn’t her client, and this was about her finding her daughter and getting some closure for her past.

“Why not?” she asked. The thumping of her heart roared in her head. “I would think you’d get a lot of cases like this in your line of work.” She didn’t care what his issues were, only why he didn’t want to do her a favor.

Or at the very least, take her money.

“And I always turn them away. It’s nothing personal—”

“Like hell.” She took him by the shoulder and yanked until his body twisted. She caught his gaze and gasped at the judgment staring back at her. “This is very personal to me, and you’re not only saying no— which, okay, you have that right— but you’re also condemning me and my decision, and that’s not fair. You don’t know my history. Or anything about why I might have been completely incapable of raising a child at sixteen.”

He let out a long breath, nodding as if he understood. But he didn’t. How could he? “Please understand, I’m not judging what you did. I do, however, have a problem with what you’re asking me to do.”

“I think you owe me the reason why, at least,” she said under her breath. For years, she’d let her mother pretend that Shannon had never had a baby. She allowed the shame her mother felt to become hers. Not anymore. And she’d be damned if she would let Jackson— or anyone for that matter— make her feel shitty for one of the most difficult decisions she’d ever had to make.

“Do you want the truth?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, his dark orbs conveying a resolve that could only mask a crushing pain. She saw it every day in the eyes of the patients she treated.

The same look stared back at her every morning.

And today, she could see it cut deep into Jackson’s psychological make-up. Her pulse steadied as she braced herself for his explanation. “I expect nothing less from you,” she said.

“You might not like what I have to say.”

“I don’t like what you’ve said so far, so I don’t think you’re going to make it worse. At least maybe I’ll understand and respect your decision.”

“I don’t think it’s right for birth parents to insert themselves into the lives of the children they gave up. Maybe if it were the other way around, and the child wanted to know… But even then, I’d still decline the case. I’ve seen what it can do to families.”

“But you’ll spy on a woman because her husband thinks she’s cheating.” She smoothed her hands down her slacks. “You’re right. I will,” he said with a steely tone. “I’m not the only private investigator in town. I can recommend someone who will do an excellent job. In the meantime, I’m still happy to check in on your friend.” He downed his coffee in one gulp. “I’ll text you contact information for a buddy of mine. I send him a lot of cases like this. He’s good, and he’ll be discreet. I’m really sorry, but it would be like asking you to perform brain surgery just because you have a PhD. It’s not your specialty.”

She opened her mouth and snapped it shut three times. His specialty was finding people. Said so right on his business card that he’d given her when they first met. She had half a mind to call him on his bullshit, but the sudden screeching of tires spinning on the pavement of the road above caught her attention.

A van nearly missed a vehicle at a standstill at the top of their driveway.

“Stupid place to park a car.” Jackson flipped his mug, tossing the last few drops of the liquid to the grass. “Do you happen to know the owner of that vehicle?”

She stared at a light blue sedan. “I don’t think so.” She shook her head. “But the first cabin on the hill isn’t rented this year, that I know of. Maybe it’s someone looking into it.”

“Third morning in a row that I’ve noticed. But it’s never there before I go to bed at night.”

“Do you think it’s something we should be worried about?” she asked.

“I’m probably being paranoid. I should really get going.” He tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight at nine.”

“I know you’ve got plans with family, so take your time. We can do drinks another night.”

“Are you canceling on me because I had a baby when I was a young girl and gave her up?” She drew her lips into a tight line, breathing in through her nose and exhaling with purpose. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had taken offense to her choice.

Or maybe it was because she’d had sex at such a young age. Imagine if he knew the truth. That would blow his mind into a million tiny pieces.

“It’s not that. I just think with it being the anniversary of your father’s death and being around your family, it might be best if we do it another night.”

“I don’t need you to think for me.” She shoved the mug at his chest. “Thanks for the coffee.” She turned on her heel and stomped into her house, slamming the door.

She didn’t need Jackson to find her daughter.

She didn’t need him to have a drink with her.

Hell, she didn’t need him one damn bit.

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at her mother’s name flashing across the screen. “Sorry, Mom, I’m not dealing with your drama today.”
Jen Talty. Dark Legacy: The Legacy Series (Kindle Locations 347-351). Jupiter Press.

Now Jackson already has a case open on Belinda and things aren’t lining up with the interviews they’ve done. They’ve managed to talk their client into filing a missing persons report in the hopes it will open more doors.

It’s when Belinda’s found and they find some connections that don’t quite make sense that things get very interesting.

Between her mother, and having a couple patients die, Shannon is feeling out of sorts. On the bright side, Jackson takes her adoption case and they also start a relationship. One that gets pretty steamy quickly.

There’s a lot of twists and turns in this one and I love Jackson and Shannon.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series.

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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Saving Leather – Brotherhood Protectors World/The Saving Series Book 3 by Jen Talty


Saving Leather
Brotherhood Protectors World
The Saving Series Book 3
By
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Leather Wellington made his money the old-fashioned way: he won it playing poker. He’s at the top of his game and he’s not about to let a couple of death threats stand in his way. However, he will do what he always does; he’ll hire a bodyguard.

However, he’s not prepared to come face-to-face with the woman who stole his heart, twice, and trust her with his life.
But he’s left with no choice. Not if he wants to play and no way will he let the enemies of the past ruin his future.

Lacey “Lace” Brown had only ever wanted to be a sailor, so when her career in the Navy comes to an abrupt halt, she opts to take a job with the Brotherhood Protectors. Her first assignment is to protect the infamous gambler, Leather Wellington, which goes against everything she believes in, but she will do exactly what she’s hired to do, even when she finds out the truth, because sometimes it is the truth that will set you free from the scars of the past.

The Brotherhood Protector’s latest hire Lacey ‘Lace Brown has some secrets. Most of them Hank Patterson has uncovered, but some he has not. Those secrets concern her first bodyguard assignment, but also make her perfect for the task. She left the Navy instead of reenlisting after her husband died and she discovered he’d been cheating on her, not necessarily in that order.

Leather is a professional poker player and the tournament he’s entered is one of the top paying ones. It’s also the game he could come out of as the top player in the US. Every year he enters this one and every year he gets threats, this year is different though. The previous threats have never threatened anyone but him, this one also threatens to harm his mother.

Lacey’s family is well known in Vegas, at one point in time it was expected that her and Leather would be King and Queen of the Strip. Something she never wanted and when her father was gunned down she joined the Navy and never looked back. Leather got out another way but he still returns to Vegas for these tournaments, it makes him feel closer to Lacey even if she’s not there.

First Lacey has to convince him she’s perfect for this job and the one to help him finish what he started years ago.

This is a favorite scene.

Leather nodded. “We need to be sensitive to the fact that you being my bodyguard will stir up a lot of chatter and bring a shit ton of attention to me, and I don’t think that’s what I need between wanting to win this tournament and wanting to keep myself and my mom alive.”

“Or maybe it’s exactly what we both need to finally put this shit to bed.”

He arched a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll be honest. I still think you’re a cheater and nothing but a con artist. But if your story about the Feds pans out, I’d like to finish what you started.” She’d lost her fucking marbles if she thought this was going to be a good plan. First, Hank would probably fire her if he knew what she was planning on doing during company time.

And second, only a thief could trust a thief and she wasn’t one of those, so she was clearly making a huge mistake, but nothing would make her feel better than to put Big Jim and Brady Wilson behind bars. Maybe her brother wouldn’t get caught in the crosshairs and he’d do the right thing, but she doubted it and she couldn’t worry about him either.

“You want to take down Big Jim and his crew of corrupt gamblers?”

She nodded.

“That’s fucking bold and Hank’s not going to go for it.”

“Hank’s already decided there are things about this assignment he doesn’t want to know.”

“That’s true,” Leather said. “He’s told me if I don’t want you, he’d assign someone else.”

Fuck. She hadn’t expected that, though she should have known. “Is that what you want?”

“I don’t want anyone getting hurt, and the last time I tried to do the right thing, your father and two innocent men were killed.”

“My father was a bad man who had good people murdered because he didn’t like the way they looked at him, so no tears were shed over his death.”

“If you came with me to Vegas, it would be a big fuck you to Big Jim and that would just be poking the hornets’ nest and that wouldn’t accomplish anything. I want to get through the week without controversy, without anyone dying, and I want to win. If you catch whoever is threatening me, great—”

“Stop. You didn’t tell me all this shit because you want me to tell Hank to send someone else. You told me so I’d do something.” She stretched out her arm and helped him to a sitting position. “My brother knows we were messing around. He used it to try to get money out of me.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I know. But we can use it when we go to Vegas.”

“I wouldn’t want to tarnish your husband’s memory that way.”

She choked on her own breath. “Are you serious? After what I told you about Mitch, you’re going to say that?”

He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears. “You were in a lot of emotional pain the last time I saw you. You’d just found out that your husband had not only betrayed you, but he up and died on you and you couldn’t even be mad at him, much less get an explanation as to why he did what he did. And you couldn’t talk to anyone because that would just make you look like a bitch.”

She shoved his hand away. “I don’t need a recap of what happened.”

“Have you told anyone besides me?”

“No.” For the last year, she’d been trying to forgive her husband’s infidelity, if he had indeed cheated, though she was pretty sure he had. However, he wasn’t alive to defend himself and maybe there was a logical explanation on why she’d found a burner phone in his belongings with sexy text messages from some woman.

And maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her when she saw the same woman whose picture had been all over the phone at the funeral.

“Lace, you don’t have to go through this alone.” He palmed her cheek. His big chocolate eyes stared back at her, warming her heart as if there were another soul who understood.

Who cared.

“I know what it’s like to be betrayed like that and it’s not—”

“You don’t know shit.” She pushed his hand away. “You caught your wife in bed with her publicist. You got to confront her and you got to have that conversation with Casey, the bitch. I have no idea what happened or why Mitch was talking to some woman on a burner phone or why she was lurking in the shadows of his funeral. I have no closure, so don’t go patronizing me.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You mentioned your brother knowing about us. How does that help?”

“He thought that I’d be worried about our little romp in the hay becoming page six news. I told him to go ahead and leak it to the press.”

“I wonder why he didn’t call your bluff.” Leather folded up the blanket and stuffed it into his satchel. “I mean, no one ever came to me asking about a relationship with you.”

“He wanted me to give him money, so there was no point.” She put her foot in Leather’s hands and climbed back up on Night Fever.

“For the record, I don’t cheat at cards and I’d love to prove that to you.”

“Then let me be your bodyguard in Vegas.” She couldn’t believe she was even proposing this. She would come face-to-face with some people she’d rather never lay eyes on again. People who thought she’d been the next Queen of the Strip. People who, if given the chance, would off her just so they could take her place. “And let’s put an end to my uncle’s crime ring once and for all.” She grabbed Leather by the shirt. “That is if you’re really one of the good guys.”
Jen Talty. Saving Leather – A Brotherhood Protectors Novella: Saving Series Book 3 (Kindle Locations 524-569).

Vegas comes alive in this book with all the glitter, gambling, cheating, and so much more.

Lacey’s brother and uncle are both pieces of work but only one is truly dangerous. As information begins to come together so do some of the pieces of the past.

Plenty of twists and turns as Lace and Leather take their relationship to the next level with some sizzling heat and take care of the past once and for all.

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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Sweet Temptation – A Club Temptation Novella by Jen Talty


Sweet Temptation
A Club Temptation Novella
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Jen Talty

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By day, Dixie Gaynor spends her time helping couples work through their relationship issues. By night, she writes a blog: Create the Dew, dedicated to helping women find their sexual groove. Unfortunately, Dixie feels like a fraud and decides she needs to take a walk on the wild side—or at least as wild as she’s willing to go.

Zane Pierce has worked at Club Temptation for the better part of five years. While he doesn’t have the sexual tastes the club is notorious for, he does hope to find an open-minded, non-judgmental woman willing to try new things—all while maintaining a modicum of privacy. Lucky for him, the stunning beauty who walks into the club appears to be exactly what he’s looking for—until details of their sex life end up on the internet.

Will Zane be able to come to terms with his love life being a teaching tool, or will he let the only woman he’s ever truly cared for walk right out of Club Temptation? And his life.

Dixie’s blog is one of empowering women to explore themselves and their sexuality. She finds she needs to make some changes in her own life if she’s to be honest with herself and her followers.

Zane works at Club Temptation, he’s the one who vets members and gives the tours. He is not in the lifestyle, he took the job because his brother is and he wanted to support him. When Dixie calls with the recommendation of her friend Nic, he does the usual searching but doesn’t come up with much in social media. But it’s when he sees her for the first time he really hopes the Club isn’t her thing.

This is a favorite scene.

“Yo, Zane. Some chick by the name of Dixie is here for you,” Erik, one of the security men, said. “She said Nic sent her?”

“She’s right on time,” Zane said. “What’s she like?”

Erik leaned against the doorjamb and fiddled with his wedding ring. They’d come to an understanding, but working together still had its awkward moments. “She’s a knockout for one. And as usual with anyone new, she seems a little nervous.” Erik handed Zane the interview forms.

“Did she say anything revealing? Anything that might help me guide her to what she really wants?” Most people who came to Club Temptation had no idea the sexual desires that hid in the corners of their minds.

Erik shook his head. “I trust my instincts, and I think she’s a tough one to crack. I doubt she even understands her wants and desires, and I suspect she’s searching for someone to guide her in the right direction.”

“Good to know,” Zane said. “And welcome back. I hope you and Lenny had an awesome honeymoon. I mean that.”

“I know you do.”

Zane nodded. “Send her back.” He smoothed down the front of his slacks and did a quick check in the mirror, tucking one side of his long, wavy hair behind an ear. Not that it mattered, but he always liked to dress to kill. And even though he’d only seen one black and white picture of Dixie, he more than liked what he saw.

He glanced down the hall, and the air in his lungs escaped. He tried to take in a deep breath, but he couldn’t. He gasped. His heart dropped to his gut like a ton of bricks as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen strolled down the plum-colored carpet with her head held high. Her long, brilliant copper-red hair bounced over her shoulders with just the right amount of curl to drive a man wild.

Her hips swayed back and forth like one of those momentum ball things that his grandfather used to have on his desk. Like the rest of her body, her hips were round and voluptuous— like a lady’s form was supposed to be— with curves in all the right places.

And her plump, rosy lips?

Christ. All he could think about was how they’d feel pressed against his as he took them in a tender kiss.

Sweet temptation.

That’s what Dixie Gaynor was. And it would take all of his resolve not to talk her out of finding whatever it was she was looking for at the club.

“You must be Dixie,” he said, stretching out his arm. His blood raced through his body in anticipation of feeling her skin against his.

“I take it you’re Zane.” She blinked once, her long lashes fluttering over her bright teal-colored eyes that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea at sunset.

Tiny electric pulses tickled his fingertips and worked their way to his brain, sending him into momentary shock. He held her fingers for what he knew to be longer than appropriate.

Screw it.

He lifted her hand and kissed the back. “Welcome to Club Temptation.”

“Thank you.”

“What do you think so far?”

“I haven’t really seen much other than the entrance and the bar area. But I didn’t expect it to be so… large.”

“Would you like a tour of the place?”

God, how he loved the way her porcelain cheeks blushed with a hint of red, and how her green eyes widened with a combination of excitement, fear, and curiosity. A mixture that made him want to take her out of the club and to his bed.

“Can I ask a crazy question?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“What exactly am I going to see while on this tour?”

“Why don’t we start with a drink in the main bar, and we can go from there?” He placed his hand on the small of her back, resisting the urge to run his fingers up to her bare skin.

She wore a yellow dress with straps that fell off her shoulders. The material hugged her full-figured body in all the right places, and he couldn’t rip his gaze from her if he tried.

“How long have you worked here?” she asked.

“Going on five years.” He slipped into a booth in the main room. A few Doms entertained a couple of new young ladies while a dominatrix and her sub were having a drink with a couple who liked to have their fantasies played out in front of them. “My brother lives the lifestyle of a Dom and brought me on.” A few more members strolled in, and the excitement in the room built. Couples kissed and touched each other intimately as they waited for the fuel that would turn their fire into an inferno.

“Is your brother here?”

“His wife is pregnant. Due in two months. They haven’t been coming around lately.”

“Did they meet here?” “No. A mutual friend of theirs introduced them.” Zane tapped his finger on the table and pointed toward a couple. “Those two are into being in the dominant role together, so they often find a submissive here for play. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

Dixie shook her head quickly.

Zane didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but that made him ridiculously happy. He hoped that whatever this sexy young woman was into, he might be able to fulfill the desire. Only he couldn’t do it on company time.

Not if he wanted to keep his job.
Jen Talty. Sweet Temptation: A Club Temptation Novella (Kindle Locations 178-221). Lady Boss Press, Inc..

Things heat up really fast for these two in the club and Dixie flees in embarrassment. Zane doesn’t give up though he texts her and eventually talks to her.

With the club out of the picture, this relationship slows but doesn’t waver in it’s heat since Zane’s interests are not what the club offers.

There is much growth for both Dixie and Zane throughout this story. While Dixie has overcome much in terms of her body, she still has issues when it comes to her mother interfering.

I really loved this story, it’s full of conquering self doubts and learning to trust and love in a healthy relationship.

This is a multi-author series and now I have to go explore the other books, links are below.

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I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Protecting Princess – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Search and Rescue Book 5 by Jen Talty


Protecting Princess
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Search and Rescue Book 5
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Navy SEAL Lincoln Thomas loved only one woman and he’d walked away from her almost five years ago when he realized he’d never fit into her world and she’d never accept he couldn’t turn his back on his country. Never in a million years did he expect to see her standing on his front doorstep on a stormy night, totally drenched, and in a wedding dress, covered in blood.

Naomi “Princess” Grant, daughter of Edward Grant, one of the biggest real-estate moguls in the world has never had to worry about anything a day in her life, hence, the name Princess. However, her life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Five years ago, her forced to break up with the only man she would ever love and pushed her into a relationship that met the needs of the family business. And now, on the eve of her wedding, her father, and her betrothed are murdered, and she’s the one holding the smoking gun.

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As this book opens, it’s Naomi ‘Princess’ Grant’s wedding day, she’s facing off with her father having acknowledged see doesn’t love her fiancé Sean and can’t marry him. Her father a manipulating real estate mogul brushes her off saying she just has cold feet and leaves to assist his mother with something in the reception hall. She goes to Sean’s suite to tell him her decision and is please to know he’s come to the same conclusion. Then everything goes to hell.

Lincoln Thomas is very much aware of what day it is when his roommate and fellow SEAL, Bryce tries to convince him to go out. Using the one card he has in his arsenal Naomi, he convinced Lincoln to go. However, they get quite the surprise when he opens the door.

Naomi ‘Princess’ stood there drenched.

This is a favorite scene.

“Fine. Let’s go.” He chugged his drink. He’d heard enough and it was high time he admitted that his good buddy had his back. He’d spent the last few years of his life pining for a woman who, when things got real tough, turned to the solace that only her daddy’s money could provide, and not the comfort of the man she supposedly loved.

And the father of the child they’d both lost.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Bryce jumped to his feet like a little boy who was just told he could have a second piece of cake. “You better not be joking, dude. Because that shit ain’t funny.”

“I know better than to pull your leg when it comes to Princess and my moods.” Lincoln shook his head. The effects of the one alcoholic beverage he’d chugged made him slightly dizzy. He stood in the front hallway and snagged his raincoat. “Besides, I know you’re right. I’ve got to put the past where it belongs and the best day to do that on is her fucking wedding day. So, let’s go celebrate that I’m finally willing to get over her.” He yanked open the front door and gasped. “Holy fuck, Princess, what the hell are you doing here? More importantly, is that your blood?”

She shook her head. Water dripped from her thick, clumpy eyelashes.

He curled his fingers around her cool biceps and helped her to the foyer. “Bryce, get some towels.” Lincoln stared at Princess in her drenched white wedding dress speckled with blood. Her hair stuck to the sides of her face and her makeup ran down her face like chalk colors on the pavement washing away in the rain.

“Wait. What?” She blinked, brushing her wet hair from her face. “Bryce Carson? You two know each other?”

“We’re on the same SEAL team,” Bryce said. “And that happened about three months after you took off in the middle—”

“Not the time or place,” Lincoln said, taking the towels Bryce handed him while ignoring the arched brow. He wrapped the larger one around her body. “How did you know where I lived?”

“I called Caroline Steele.”

“I hope she’s the only one you called,” Bryce said, pointing to the television. “Did you know you’re wanted for both your fiancé’s murder as well as your father’s along with Sean’s dad?”

“I’m what?” She dropped the towel and shoved Lincoln aside. She stood dripping wet in the middle of the family room. “Turn it up.”

Lincoln inched closer, taking the terrycloth material and wrapping it around a shivering Princess. He honestly never thought he’d lay eyes on her again. His heart beat faster than normal and he couldn’t slow it down. Not even with all his training.

“This is all bullshit,” she said.

He focused on the words coming from the reporter on the screen.

“Naomi Princess Grant is wanted as a person of interest for the murders of her father, her fiancé, and her fiancé’s father. It’s possible that she may be injured as well. Please, if anyone has seen her or knows of her whereabouts, please call the Metropolitan Police Department at the number on your screen.”

“What the fuck happened? And don’t leave out a single detail or start with the damned tears.” Bryce clicked off the TV and set the remote down. “I’m so glad my parents didn’t go to that shitshow of a wedding.”

“It’s good to see you too, Bryce.” She swiped at her face. “And thanks for your condolences. Especially for my father. A man you once used to go fishing with every weekend.” If looks could kill, Bryce would be dead, times ten.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” Bryce said. “I really am. But excuse me if I’m not thrilled you just put me and Lincoln in a really shitty spot.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here, and my father said I should come to Lincoln. That he was the only one who could help me.”

“So, your father has no problem making me a criminal,” Lincoln said behind gritted teeth. He knew the moment the words dribbled off his tongue like thick tar he shouldn’t have said them, but the damage was done.

She cupped her cheeks and started sobbing. “He was alive when I left him. I heard people coming. I called for help. I didn’t think he’d die.”

Lincoln looped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Shhhh. It’s going to be okay.” Besides being shocked her father would want her anywhere near him after he tried to get in contact with her shortly after she took off four and a half years ago and the choice words Edward had, he was a little dumbfounded by the events of the evening. Her father hadn’t trusted him back then, so why would he believe that he could protect Princess now? “Why don’t we start by getting you out of these wet clothes.”

“Before you do that, we need to know what car she brought to our doorstep and if we are going to have the Feds knocking down our door any minute.” Bryce stood in the foyer with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.

She buried her head in Lincoln’s neck. She sniffled. “Sean’s car.”

“I’ll go pull it in the garage until we can figure out what to do,” Bryce said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. For her.” He shook his head. “And here I thought I was the spoiled one who used people and then walked away after creating a massive mess.” Bryce disappeared into the garage, but not without slamming the door shut first.

Lincoln nodded. “We’re lucky he’s not turning you in right now.” “Should I be saying the same about you?” She took a step back. “I almost didn’t come, but I couldn’t think of anyone else who might be able to help me figure out what the hell just happened because I’ve been going over it in my head the entire drive down and I can’t make sense of it.”

“First things first. You need to get out of this bloody wedding gown. I’ve got some sweats that will work up in my room. From there, we’ll get some food in you and we’ll sit and talk this through. Sound good?” He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, catching her gaze. Her big chocolate eyes tore into his heart. He’d never stopped loving her and standing in the middle of his family room with her in his arms, he realized he wasn’t sure he could ever stop. He leaned in and brushed his lips over her mouth. A slight spark tickled his skin, reminding him of the flame that burned deep in his soul. “I’m going to take care of this. Of you.”

“I don’t deserve your help after everything I did to you.”

“No. You don’t. But we’ll talk about that much later.” Actually, he planned on sooner, but no point in upsetting her any more than necessary.

She had enough on her plate.

For now.
Jen Talty. Protecting Princess (Special Forces: Operation Alpha): search and rescue book 5 (Kindle Locations 229-281). Aces Press, LLC.

Along with the mystery of who killed her father, Sean and his father. Princess and Lincoln have to address the things that broke them apart.

Caroline, Wolf and more work to find the answers to the murders.

There are many twists and turns with plenty of suspense and intrigue plus the simmer to sizzle rebuild of Princess and Lincoln’s relationship.

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I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Caught in the Flames – First Responders Book 5 by Jen Talty


Caught in the Flames
First Responders Book 5
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Morgan Farren, a ranger in the Adirondacks, hasn’t thought much about settling down. He likes his nice quiet life in the mountains where most of his interaction with people limited to those who enjoy the great outdoors as much as he does. However, when his sister shows up with her friend Izzy not only does he find himself questioning life away from civilization, he questions why he chose this path in the first place.

Senior Firefighter, Lizzy Cohen is the kind of woman who likes to party. If she’s not out at a nightclub, she’s not having a good time. And spending time in the great outdoors isn’t her idea of blowing off steam. But when a sexy park ranger starts pointing out the constellations, she finds herself realizing there’s more to life than Tequila.

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After a large and traumatic crash, Lizzy is approached by her Captain Cade, to be sure she speaks with the psychiatrist before leaving the station. He knows that this incident could be a trigger for her with all the death and trauma. He also sends her co-worker and friend Emma to be sure of it. Emma invites her to get drinks and dinner with her and her brother Spencer and his wife Echo. While Lizzy could turn down Emma, she couldn’t ignore the text from Echo also inviting her. She and Echo had been friends years ago when Lizzy was known as Eliza. She didn’t know if Echo recognized her or not, it had been years and the circumstance surrounding her leaving were not pleasant.

Apparently Morgan, Echo’s brother was in town. Morgan is a forest ranger and preferred to spend his time on the mountain, he even had his home up there away from everything. This of course makes him a very desirable catch to the female population of Lake George. Even Lizzy has fantasized about a fling with him, but after more than one effort for a match-up between them has shown they aren’t really compatible.

This is a favorite scene.

Spencer held up his phone. “It’s the babysitter. We need to take this.”

“We should go out to the parking lot,” Echo said.

“It takes both of you to answer a call?” Lizzy twisted her hair. She was more girly-girl than the other firefighters that worked at the station and that surprised Morgan. Not that it was a problem, because he could do high heels and a skirt, but Lizzy was badass, so it just seemed like a bit of a contradiction.

But Lizzy was a walking contradiction to begin with.

“If you don’t have a child, you don’t have an opinion,” his sister said as she followed her husband out the front door. “I might join you in a shot,” Morgan said as he offered his arm. “I have a feeling this is going to be one of those nights.”

“You mean like that last time your sister tried to fix us up?”

“No. I mean more like the time my mom got in on the action.” He nodded in the direction of his folks, who were chatting with Spencer’s mother. “I have no idea why they think we’re a good fit. We’re worse than oil and water.”

“Actually, we have no idea. We’ve never taken each other out for a test drive.” Lizzy gave him a little hip check as they headed into the one of the side rooms where, thankfully, it would be quieter than the main room, but that could end up working against him if Spencer’s mother got in on the whole Morgan needs a good woman discussion.

Morgan’s father, in this particular scenario, would have his back for about five minutes. His brothers would absolutely stand up for him, and he suspected Lizzy would tell them all how she wasn’t even remotely attracted to him, but other than that, he was on his own.

“Are you suggesting we give all these people something to talk about?” he said with a short laugh.

“Abso-fucking-lutely-not. That would be like me buying anything generic. Not going to happen.”

“Ouch. That hurt.” He pulled out one of the chairs at their table.

“Oh. And I’m your style?”

“Can you go more than a day without taking a shower?”

“I can, but why would I want to? Besides, I generally smell like a fire, so I like to get rid of that smell.”

“You know, the smell of a campfire is pretty sexy,” he said.

“You’re not weird. You’re bizarre.” Lizzy leaned back. She always came off as strong and independent, but Morgan could see a darkness and perhaps a bit of sadness in her eyes. Of course, Morgan was a shitty reader of people and their inner secrets. He never trusted his first instincts, and his first of hers had been pretty bad.

But Lizzy had grown on him.

Though not as much as his mother would have liked.

“Are you serious about doing a shot with me? Because here comes our waiter.” Izzy pointed to a young man heading in their direction.

“Sure. Why not.” He wasn’t much of a drinker, so he would need to make sure his next round was water or he might be crawling home.

“Look at you taking a walk on the wild side.” Lizzy ordered a round of shots, for the entire table, along with a plate of appetizers, which he was insanely appreciative of since he hadn’t anything to eat since breakfast.

“So, what have you been up to these days? I think it’s been a couple of months since I’ve seen you last.”

Morgan wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but he’d mastered the art of small talk, which came in handy in situations like these.

“I’m looking to move.”

He arched a brow. “Really. Why?”

She shrugged. “It’s time for a change. New York is boring. I’m thinking about the Carolinas.”

“Have you already quit your job?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’ve asked Cade to keep it quiet until I can find something and I’m going to have to do some recertification, so I want to be able to do that on my time off. I won’t be leaving for a few months. Unless Cade forces me to leave sooner.”

“He won’t do that. If he didn’t want you to stick around, he would have told you to consider the conversation your two-week notice.”

The Nash family and the Farrens were intertwined and while Cade was older than Morgan, he’d gotten to know the man since his brothers started working at Station 29. Cade was the kind of guy you wanted in your corner, but don’t cross him if you want to survive long term.

“He’s already asked me not to leave and told me he’d give me a glowing recommendation,” she said.

The waiter returned with their drinks.

He lifted the shot. “Here’s to you staying for the summer.”

She cocked her head. “Why?”

“I think you should come up to my neck of the woods and get away from all this noise. Let me show you how beautiful nature can be.”

“Are you propositioning me?”

He tossed his head back and laughed. “Lizzy. Trust me. I know better.”

“Good.” She raised her glass. “But I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll go to your mountain if you come dancing one night with me.” She wiggled her finger. “One night. And I know you’ll be back for the birth of your friend’s babies.”

“You’ve got to come to me first.”

“Deal.”

He tapped the shot glass on the table before bringing it to his lips. He downed the clear liquid and pounded his chest. “Jesus. I forgot how harsh that shit was.”

“Are you kidding? It’s as smooth as butter.”

Before he could respond, the waiter set down a platter with a plethora of pre-game food for them to enjoy.

“Do you think your sister and Spencer are coming back? Or is it part of some bigger plan to get the two of us alone?”

“They’re in the building.” Morgan raised his water glass toward the front of the restaurant. “But they seem to be stalling.”

“In that case, I’m drinking your sister’s shot.” Lizzy reached across the table, snagged one of the shot glasses, and downed it in less than five seconds.

It amazed Morgan that she didn’t even make a face or need a chaser.

“I might as well follow suit since I’m staying across the street and don’t have to worry about driving home.” He downed the horrible liquid in one swallow, but he needed to chug his water after, and he knew he made the worst face known to man. He didn’t do shots well when he was younger, and it didn’t get better with age. “The last time I drank tequila, I had the worst hangover, and I hate to admit it, but I was throwing up all day.”

“You’re a lightweight.” Lizzy laughed.

“That is a truth I won’t try to deny.” He leaned to the side, eyeing his sister. “Damn it. She’s prepping to leave.”

“Seriously?”

Morgan nodded. “I can’t tell if maybe Spencer is staying or not.” He took out his cell.

Morgan: What the hell is going on?

Spencer: Our babysitter’s dad just went to the hospital. And that’s no bullshit.

Morgan: Shit. Sorry. What can I do?

Spencer: Not give your sister shit for leaving and I’m going to go with her even though she wants me to stay.

Morgan: Just go. Tell Echo I’ll stop by for breakfast.

Spencer: Thanks. She’ll like that.

“So, are you going to fill me in?” Lizzy leaned forward, taking a potato skin and stuffing half of it in her mouth.

He waved to the waiter. “Can we get the bill and a couple of to-go boxes?”

“What the fuck?” Lizzy dropped the tasty appetizer on the table. “You’re going to leave me here with all these people?”

“That’s up to you.” While he loved his family and he enjoyed all the Bryants, this was not how he wanted to spend his evening. “I’m going to take these fun foods and go hang out on my parents’ dock and watch the moon and stars dance over the lake. You are welcome to join me.” He leaned forward. “I know my dad has some good tequila, though I will stick with beer.”

“Suit yourself.” She pushed back and stood. “I’ll see you in the parking lot.”

He laughed. Now, all he had to do was sneak out without anyone noticing.
Jen Talty. Caught in the Flames: the FIRST RESPONDERS series book 5 (Kindle Locations 357-360). Jupiter Press.

This time there really is some heat between Morgan and Lizzy, as they talk and get to know each other.

While Lizzy is contemplation leaving Lake George, a complication arises. Her past is about to bite her as her parents are coming up for parole. The fire they set years ago, killed her best friend Karen and almost took her life as well.

There are more questions about that time and Lizzy has to face her past. Fortunately she has Morgan beside her this time.

Plenty of intrigue as this story unfolds and Morgan and Lizzy heat up the pages in their own inferno.

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I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Sail With Me – With Me In Seattle Universe Book 2 By Jen Talty


Sail With Me
With Me In Seattle Universe Book 2
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Darcie Bowie spent the last year of her life putting the pieces of her shattered heart back together while trying to get her family off her back about her chosen career in the yachting industry. The last thing she needs is for her ex-boyfriend to show up as a surprise guest.

Reid Carson is going on this charter for one reason and one reason only: to take back his company. He never expected to see the woman he let slip through his fingers nearly a year before. Nor could he anticipate the deadly game of deception and betrayal that will put him and Darcie right in the line of fire.

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Darcie is looking forward to taking the last part of her Captain’s exam. This has been her goal for a long time. It was put on the wayside while she got over a broken heart. After this charter she is planning on taking the week to study. Unfortunately her boss takes on an additional charter and the guests are not ones Darcie is ready to see. At least she has the time to see her family for her parent’s anniversary before that. A single night turn around is the pits, but she has a good crew and knows they’ll get the job done.

She didn’t expect to run into said guests on the way to her car. Reid Carson looks as good as ever and her heart, well she still loves him. He just can’t accept her chosen career goal. His business partner Preston is another story entirely, he never liked her nor she him.

Reid knew Darcie was living on a sailboat here at the marina, seeing her was a surprise though. He still loves her and realizes he made a big mistake breaking up with her. He needs to apologize and maybe get another chance with her, but first he needs to figure out what’s going on with the company.

After an initial greeting where Reid and Preston were having a drink, Reid finds himself waiting for her return by her boat.

This is a favorite scene.

It took a fair amount of pizzazz to impress Reid, and Darcie had done it in spades.

“Stalking me?” Her sweet voice rolled through his ears and slid down his throat, coating his stomach with the most decadent flavor. Who knew sound could be so tasty?

“Not you, the boat. I saw you get off here, and with the name and all, I assumed she was yours.”

“That’s a lot of dangerous surmising for a man who likes facts and nothing but the facts.”

“I’m also a man who likes to live on the edge, so this is me being wild and out of control.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the post. The last time he’d seen her had been a random meeting in New Orleans that hadn’t gone well at all.

At least, what he remembered of it. Honestly, it had been an encounter he’d prefer to forget.

She laughed. “I bought her a few months ago. When I’m not on a charter, I live on her.”

“I was surprised to see you, and even more shocked you’re running charters out of Seattle and not some exotic port. It’s not like you to be in a mundane city such as this one.”

“I wanted to be close to home for a bit.” She waggled her index finger under his nose. “And don’t you go knocking my hometown, or I’ll start picking on your Southern drawl, Mr. Texas.”

“You always loved when I got all cowboy on you and did the two-step.” He looped his fingers into his belt buckle and did a little kick with his feet.

She laughed, shaking her head.

He couldn’t help but wonder if she was lying about wanting to be close to home, or if the family had put the pressure on. While she was tight with her siblings, she struggled with being overwhelmed by anyone encroaching on her space.

Something he could relate to.

When he’d last seen her, she’d been in New Orleans with her brother, visiting an old friend.

It looked more like a pity vacation, and she’d looked like shit.

Not that he’d looked any better. He had gone to Bourbon Street with one thing in mind: to get shitfaced every night and try to forget that Darcie ever existed. He’d thought he’d been hallucinating when she rounded the corner. He’d actually poked her in the center of the chest to see if she were real.

Jagar hadn’t liked that.

Her friend, Asher, liked it even less.

Reid rubbed his jaw. “The last time I saw you, I said some things I shouldn’t have.”

“I’m surprised you even remember that day.”

“A lot of it’s still fuzzy, and that is both embarrassing and sucky as well as a bit of a saving grace at times.” He let out a sarcastic chuckle. “But I owe you, your brother, and his friend a huge apology.”

“Yeah. You do,” she said. “And for more than just being a jerk in New Orleans. Your list of transgressions is long.”

“I guess I walked into that one,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “We both made mistakes in our relationship.”

“Some of us made more than others.”

“Wow. You’re just not letting go of any of it, are you?” He tossed his hands to his sides, slapping his thighs.

“Sorry. You’re the last person I expected to see. You kind of ruined my plans this week with this charter.”

“What plans? Did you have a hot date? Are you seeing someone? In a long-term, committed relationship?”

“Wow. And what if I am?”

“Are you?” he asked.

“No. But I did have plans.”

“Doing what, exactly? Because isn’t being on charter what you live for?” He groaned. “Sorry. Old habits die hard.”

“I guess they do,” she said. “I’m taking the written portion of my captain’s test next week. I wanted to use this time to study. You ruined that for me,” she said.

“I’m shocked you haven’t already taken it. You wanted to be a captain by now when we were together.”

“Another thing you fucked up for me.”

“How am I responsible for you not taking your test?”

“You’re not.” She huffed. “Other than it took me a little while to get my head on straight after we broke up.”

“I can relate to that,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll ace it. You’ll make a great captain.” He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her close to his chest and kiss her sweet, tender lips. Letting her go had been the dumbest thing he’d ever done.

No. Telling her to leave her career had been.

“You didn’t have that much faith in me when we were a couple.” She wrapped one arm around her middle and brought her thumb to her mouth. She swayed back and forth.

That always drove him mad with desire. “Yes, I did.”

“Really? Because near the end of our relationship, I seem to remember you telling me that my job was a waste of time and energy.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.”
Jen Talty. Sail With Me (Kindle Locations 665-706). Lady Boss Press, Inc.

That conversation almost led them to bed but common sense prevailed. At least for the moment.

Darcie enlists her brother Jared’s aid and he has better ways of finding out what Reid wants to know. Of course Jager is also going to get all protective of his sister with regard to Reid.

Once the charter leaves things get even more interesting. Not only in the information Reid finds but also with regard to Darcie. Let’s just say these two sizzle off the pages.

I couldn’t put this book down as the pieces come together, implicating more than just Preston.

I can’t wait to see what Jen comes up with next in this Universe.

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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Limited Edition – 1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology


1001 Dark Nights Press
is excited to present the winners
of the 2020 short story challenge.

1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology
Featuring
Fiona Archer ~ Louisa Bacio ~ Laura M. Baird
Kait Ballenger ~ Asa Maria Bradley ~ Eden Bradley
Boone Brux ~ C.G. Burnette ~ Cara Carnes
Caraway Carter ~ Sierra Cartwright ~ S.A. Clayton
Katana Collins ~ Janie Crouch ~ Patricia D. Eddy
Zoey Ellis ~ Zoe Hill ~ Sara L. Hudson
Tracey Jerald ~ A.D. Justice ~ Terri E. Laine
Michelle Mars ~ Gina L. Maxwell ~ Kayt Miller
Dani René ~ Gen Ryan ~ Blue Saffire
Ella Sheridan ~ Mayra Statham ~ Delancey Stewart
Jen Talty ~ Mary Ting ~ Reina Torres
Magan Vernon ~ Jennifer Woodhull ~ Khloe Wren

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When we started 1001 Dark Nights back in 2014, it was with the goal of discovery—creating a way for readers to find new-to-them bestselling authors and fall in love with their stories and their worlds.

This year, we held a contest where romance authors could submit a short story to be included in a 1001 Dark Nights anthology, and we were blown away by the results. We received hundreds of entries, and while we wish we could include everyone, we’re thrilled to introduce you to these thirty-six incredible authors.

We hope you love the stories as much as we do. If so, we encourage you to check out the other books by these wonderful authors. Each and every one is unique and special.

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I am only spotlighting a few of the stories in this AWESOME anthology. It’s huge and I can’t believe it’s free. Every story I’ve read so far is a 5 Purr Read!

Shadow Lover
Louisa Bacio

Toni had joined Carnevale to escape her parents and their choice to be her husband, Zoro. Zoro was the definition of evil, and she’s sure he’s killed all his previous wives. She would not be next.

Marco came to have his cards read by her, when she touches him for a closer look she’s thrown into a vision and throws him out.

The next day they meet up in public and the attraction is still there. For some reason she feels safe with him.

This is a favorite scene.

Hand on his chest, she pressed him into the darkened alleyway, marveling at his crisp features. He placed one hand on her waist, drawing her tightly against him. The other hand wound through her curls, cradling the back of her neck. He cast his eyes down, staring at her lips, and the moment stretched in time. Her breath hitched. Whatever was to come, her future would be forever altered.

Raising on tiptoe, she tilted her head and brushed her lips against his. Mouth against mouth, they let their lives seam together.

A hunger rose between them. Desire flamed from low in her belly and spread throughout. From this kiss, she imagined being with him, celebrating their union of bodies.

Something shifted, and the more they kissed, the more lightheaded she grew. His kisses felt like they possessed the power to suck her energy, along with her good sense. They broke the connection. She swayed.

“Whoa, hold on there.” Marco steadied her. “Maybe we should slow down.”

“Give me a moment.” Even to her own ears, her voice sounded drunk, floating in and out of volume.

“It’ll be all right.”

She focused on a point of light and watched as it grew smaller and smaller until everything went black.

And she felt herself falling.
Bacio, Louisa, Shadow Lover. 1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology 2020. 1001 Dark Nights Press. Kindle Locations (5706-5716). Kindle Edition.

Marco knows he needs to protect Toni, it’s more than just an urge. It’s something he has to do and is proven when Zoro shows up.

I loved this tale of shadow, light and love.

5 Contented Purrs for Louisa!


Exit Wounds
The Arsenal

Cara Carnes

Callista Yate’s husband Owen was MIA, the company he worked for wouldn’t send in a team to get him out. At her friend Kayla’s insistence, Callista Yates goes to the Arsenal accompanied by Boomer her guard dog. She wasn’t sure what her reception would be but she needed them to get her husband out of wherever he was. Time was running out.

This is a favorite scene.

The door behind Callista opened. Boomer shifted at her feet as a brunette and a tall man resembling Jesse entered. The latter knelt near the dog and smiled.

“Hi there, Boomer. You and I ran a couple of ops together.”

They had? Callista glanced down at the dog, who’d somehow become the focal point since her arrival. Fear clawed its way up her throat. “My husband was Army but left the service so he could be home more.”

For her.

“It’s always about what you want, Callista. What about me?”

“What about you?”

“We keep chipping away on my dreams to make this work between us. I’m not sure how much I have left to give.”

“Don’t say that.”

Owen turned and headed toward his truck. “We’ll talk when I get back. Maybe you’ll pull your head out of your ass by then and see I’m doing the best I can.”

Regret soured her stomach. The argument they’d had before he left for the mission recycled in her brain, an unwanted reminder that she’d put him in this situation. He never would’ve signed on with Jaxsun if she hadn’t demanded he leave the service.

“He contracted with Jaxsun after he left. Are they planning a retrieval?” the woman asked.

“No.” Callista pulled out the crumpled check from her pocket and tossed it on the table as the woman and man sat. “They knocked on my door less than a day after they received word of his capture and offered their condolences, along with this. Five thousand dollars dollars is the going rate for an operative’s life, in case you didn’t know.”

The two men regarded one another. Jesse fisted his hands while the other man cursed. The woman took the folder and shifted through the contents. From what Kayla had said, The Arsenal was the best private paramilitary organization around. They never failed on a mission.

“We have some money in savings, and I can get an emergency mortgage on our house. My friend said she could cover the rest of whatever your fee is.” Her eyes burned as she watched the three people rifle through the scraps of intel she’d accumulated. “Please. You’re his only hope.”

“Your friend is Kayla Dunn? Her father is a colonel.” The woman shut the folder and looked at Callista. “Why didn’t you involve him?”

“He’s plans D through F,” Callista replied.

Amusement flickered across Jesse’s face. “I’m curious to know what these plans were.”

“I’m thinking Callista isn’t leaving without a yes,” the second man commented. “I’m Dylan Mason. My five brothers and I run The Arsenal.”

Two of the five head honchos in the meeting was a good sign. Right? “I’d say it’s good to meet you, but this whole thing is a nightmare.”

Dylan’s gaze cut to the woman at the head of the table. “Is it doable?”

“Anything’s doable with enough time,” the woman answered as she looked to Jesse. “Levi’s team is already nearby. You ran their last op. Are they usable for this?”

Callista’s pulse quickened. Hope bubbled to the surface as she held her breath and awaited an answer. If they said no…

No wasn’t an option. Owen needed them.

She needed them.

“Even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t turn away from this,” Dylan commented. “It cuts too close to the bone for them, and for us.”

Tension thickened the air as the two men regarded one another. The woman broke the silence. “It’s your call, Jesse. I’m only here out of curiosity.”

“They’re mission ready. We’ll need to restock supplies, but that’s doable. Since Lexi’s with them, we’ll have an easier entry and exfil if we commandeer a helo.” Jesse thrummed his fingers on the table and glanced at Callista.

Relief and shock filled her. Was that a yes?

“Which plan is Boomer part of?” Jesse asked.

Damn. They’d put two and two together quickly. “C.”

“I’m missing something,” Dylan said.

“Kayla is on the top of Marshall’s acquisitions list,” the woman said. “I’m Mary, by the way. HERA alerted me when your background flagged her. We’ll do what we can to get Owen home. Maybe when this is over, she’ll finally answer Marshall’s phone calls.”

Tears streamed down Callista’s face. She wiped them away and nodded. “Thank you. I-I can’t say that enough.”

“Before we forget, this one’s on the house. We won’t charge to bring one of our own home.” Jesse stood. “I’ll have Ellie get you situated and show you around.”
Carnes, Cara, Exit Wounds. 1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology 2020. 1001 Dark Nights Press. Kindle Locations (1318-1356). Kindle Edition.

This is yet another example of how the Arsenal takes care of not only their own but other former military.

The reunion between Callista and Owen brought tears to my eyes, and I fell in love with Boomer too. He is a very special dog.

Love, Laughter, Tears and a Touch of Sizzle in this quick and satisfying read.

5 Contented Purrs for Cara!


Some Day My Ranger Will Come

Jen Talty

Ella Cane really thought she knew what she was doing when she set out for the Black Park Island campground. Instead of finding it she ends up on a sandbar where Phillip Prince, the Ranger she really wanted to impress, found her.

This is a favorite scene.

The roar of an engine caught her attention. She glanced north and saw him heading her way.

Wonderful. Not how she wanted to see Philip for the first time on this trip. The entire idea had been to impress the hell out of him, not need him to save her. That would only perpetuate the concept that she was a high-maintenance female who only cared about her next mani-pedi.

She glanced at her toes and groaned. She was overdue.

“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a little bit of trouble.” Philip sat behind a steering wheel in a watercraft that looked like a blow-up toy with a motor. It reminded her of the tender on her father’s yacht that the deck crew used to taxi them back and forth from anchor to port.

“It’s just a little sandbar type thing. I can get out and push it and jump back in.” Yeah. She’d seen people do that on the private beach by her parents’ place all the time. It shouldn’t be too hard as long as Mr. Sexy Ranger Man stopped staring at her with amusement dancing in his teal-blue eyes.

“Ella, you don’t want to do that.” He shook his head. “The bottom isn’t like the beach. It’s more like quicksand. You’ll sink to your knees.”

She shivered. The only time she wanted to be caked in mud was at the spa.

“The mistake you made, besides passing the campgrounds a half-hour ago, was turning around back there. Had you just backed out, you would have been fine.”

Thanks for the lecture. “What do you suggest I do now? I’m supposed to go live to my followers…”—she glanced at her Apple Watch—“in a little over an hour. I’m doing a whole series on different parks and some of the history they have in our community, along with their great outdoor activities.”

He covered his mouth, and his shoulders moved up and down.

She scowled. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve seen some of your YouTube videos, and camping on an island that you won’t be able to get off until the tide comes back in doesn’t seem like your cup of tea. Especially all alone. Unless we had some sort of holistic yoga healing studio with a juice bar.” He pointed to the sky. “And the storm’s rolling in.”

“Well, if you think that, you haven’t been watching enough of my live feeds.” She tilted her head. Dark clouds hovered a few miles away. The weather app mentioned it would most likely rain, but that was all supposed to happen north of Martin County. “That’s all moving out to sea.”

“If you say so,” Philip said. He maneuvered his boat, pushing his bow up against hers. “Hop on.” He held out his hand.

“What about all my stuff? The boat? We can’t just leave it here.”

“We’re not going to.” He patted the bench. “Think you can manage putting this in reverse and hang out in the open water over there while I unstick the rental?”

“Of course.” Instead of taking the help he offered, she stepped from her vessel. “Oh, shit.” She lunged forward, being flung into his arms. She dug her fingernails into his thick shoulders. “Well, hello, there.” He groaned, wrapping one arm around her and stretching out the other as he grabbed the steering wheel. His body twisted as his butt landed with a thud on the bench.
Talty, Jen. Some Day My Ranger Will Come. 1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology 2020. 1001 Dark Nights Press. Kindle Locations (3844-3867). Kindle Edition.

Ella struggles with even the simplest things as Phillip watches amused. He’s still wondering why she’s doing this but having seen some of her latest podcasts he wants to get to know the real Ella.

There’s more than one scene that has me laughing out loud and a twist in the weather that had me holding my breath.

A fast and fun read with a couple of twists and a touch of heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Jen!


Prince of Seattle

Fiona Archer

Kayla met her boss Adam Justice at Gabriel Prince’s home. What she didn’t expect was for him to leave her there to go over the vetting information. She and Gabriel have history and she’s not sure she’s forgiven him for that humiliation so long ago.

Gabriel is more than aware of the mistake he made years ago, he had Adam to thank for her being here today.

This is a favorite scene.

After seeing Adam off, Gabriel closed the front door of his Vashon Island home as a gust of wind sent fallen leaves dancing about in the front circular driveway. On the horizon, heavy gray clouds filled the October sky, bringing with them the chaotic energy of an approaching storm. The atmosphere was charged, prevailing conditions changing at a moment’s notice.

Gabriel shook his head. Not unlike the situation he was in right now.

Kayla was here in his house.

Whatever fates had aligned to make this miracle possible, Gabriel was grateful.

There was one life truth that had been rammed into him over the last few years: If you ever had the chance to right a wrong, grab it—or her—with both hands, and don’t let go.

An unfamiliar tension tightened in his gut. Nervousness? For a man known for conquering any stated goal, the sensation was a sobering reminder of what was now at stake: getting back the woman he loved.

Walking back to his living area, he studied Kayla.

Her blonde hair fell in a thick, sleek sheet past her shoulder blades. Years ago, she often wore her hair up in a ponytail, especially during the summer. Having it down suited her. Her cashmere sweater showcased beautiful full breasts, and the navy skirt her rounded hips. How many times had he dreamed of running his hands over her supple body, undressing her, and discovering what drove her to beg for pleasure?

Gabriel gave a self-derisory snort. Christ, those thoughts were a pathway to hell he should dodge for now.

Kayla looked up, her hazel gaze narrowing and distrust radiating from her.

He deserved no better.

Six years ago, Gabriel had kept his promise to Max. Force Kayla away, keep her safe from the playboy Max had known him to be before he dated Kayla.

He could see Max’s logic. Twenty-two. In his first year working for the family firm. No way could Gabriel guarantee he wouldn’t end up breaking Kayla’s heart.

At the time, Gabriel had believed that, in turning her away, he was doing the right thing.

That decision had become his biggest regret.

“It’s already past eleven. We should get moving here.” A tiny frown creased Kayla’s brow.

His finger itched to smooth the wrinkle away. Instead, he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “How about some coffee?”

At her hesitation, he reminded her, “We’ve got hours of work in front of us, Kayla.”

She pressed her lips together, as if weighing his suggestion before giving in. “You’re right. Coffee would be good.”

Taking her agreement as a victory, he poured two cups and added cream to hers.

As he set the mug in front of her, she thanked him with no reaction to him remembering how she took her coffee.

He sat opposite her. There was so much he wanted to say, which could set Kayla off like a bomb. For now, sticking to business was safer. “Where do you want to start?”
Archer, Fiona. Prince of Seattle. 1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology 2020. 1001 Dark Nights Press. Kindle Locations (2810-2832). Kindle Edition.

By the time they finished going over the files, the weather had changed and now Kayla is stuck in Gabriel’s home overnight. The storm had flooded the ford at the end of his driveway and the back exit was still blocked by fallen trees from the last storm.

Kayla’s boundaries come down and then go back up. Gabriel has much explaining to do if she’ll listen.

A fun and sensuous read.

5 Contented Purrs for Fiona!


Louisa Bacio’s Bio and Links

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A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.She shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.


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Cara Carnes’ Bio and Links

Cara Carnes

Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13. In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.


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Jen Talty’s Bio and Links

Jen Talty

Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.

I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.

I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.


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Fiona Archer’s Bio and Links

Fiona Archer

Fiona Archer is an Aussie author who writes contemporary romance spiced with suspense. Her books feature masterful alpha heroes teamed with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom.

Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.

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