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Shattered Dreams – Love in the Adirondacks Book 2 by Jen Talty


Love in the Adirondacks—
where hearts come together
like the moon and the stars
shining bright in the sky,
showing the boats
the way home at night.

Shattered Dreams
Love in the Adirondacks Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Her world as she knew stopped.
And then he walked in.

Tiki Johnson had a perfect life. A wonderful career and a loving boyfriend. Or so she thought. In an instant, everything changed. Her boyfriend left her for another woman—her boss—who decided her services were no longer needed. Feeling as though she needs a break from life, she takes the family boat to the narrows for a camping trip. Alone. All she wants is a little time and space to re-group and plan her next steps. She never expected to meet a sexy stranger who offers her a distraction from her problems.

Lake Grant has been going to Lake George for years. He loves to camp and fish and spend time forgetting whom his mother is while pretending he doesn’t come from New York royalty. When he first meets Tiki, he’s totally amused by her inability to camp, but even more, so that she has no idea who he is. It’s a novelty he’s not used to. And frankly, he doesn’t trust. However, the longer he spends time with Tiki, the more his heart begs him to do the one thing he swore to his mother he’d never do.

Fall in love.

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All in one horrible day, Tiki Johnson lost just about everything, her job first followed by her boyfriend. The one was good riddance the other economics but they both hurt. After commiserating with her sisters, she decides to go camping alone. The real thing on one of the islands, not like they used to do in the yard. She has the skills; her father just couldn’t bring himself to take them to the real campsites after his brother died. She’s going to use this time to write a book. It was her passion to become an author one day but had listened to someone who shouldn’t have mattered and let the dream die.

Lake Grant goes camping every year at the same time. No one knows where he goes exactly since he has his assistant lay a fake trail to the Caribbean. Being the acquisitions editor at Grant Publishing takes all his time and he really wants to write his own book. It will also give the tabloids time to turn their attention elsewhere. He’d been photographed with Sarah, an old college girlfriend, now friend and they’d been all over it. She was dating his friend Paolo and knew the important question was going to be asked very soon. The gossip just wouldn’t leave it alone.

Lake is already set up when Tiki arrives her boat laden with supplies. Being a gentleman, he assists her in getting everything to her campsite next to his and he extends the offer of help should she need it. Turns out she does and invites him to dinner. It’s as they are enjoying the wine he brought, that she asks what he does for a living. She’s surprise to find he’s an acquiring editor and he gets a bit suspicious.

This is a favorite scene.

“Truth be told, that’s one of the many reasons I decided to go camping alone. To work on a novel. But I can’t say I have something worth pitching to an editor yet, so it would be silly for me to waste your time. Besides, that’s not why you’re here.”

“I appreciate that.” Lake rested his hands on the table. “To be honest, when I tell people what I do, either they tell me about the great American novel that they haven’t written yet but plan to or shove their manuscript in my face and tell me I’m going to want to offer them a contract immediately.”

“That sounds unpleasant and I can promise you that I won’t do either. However, I do have another question. Do you only take agented material?”

“In general, yes. But that doesn’t mean I won’t look at an unagented novel. It just depends on how I come across the author. I attend two conferences a year where I take pitches. Those come in from authors who aren’t represented. Every once in a blue moon, I find a diamond in the rough. Occasionally, a writer approaches me somewhere and the idea blows me away, so I’m intrigued, and I’ll ask to see the first chapter or two. But outside of that, I usually let agents vet the material for me.”

Tiki wanted to ask for a business card, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She could hear Tayla’s voice whispering in the back of her mind that she was missing a golden opportunity, but she did have a week before she and Lake parted as neighbors. That should give her enough time to establish the idea she wasn’t going to be one of those crazy writers he spoke of.

However, the problem she faced was the fact that even though she had written a few things over the years, nothing was ready to be seen by a publisher. Or even an agent. If she wrote every single day and her sisters and Gael were still willing to be her beta readers, she might have something in a month.

But that was if all the stars were aligned.

“You don’t have to worry about me talking your ear off about my book. I’ve barely flushed it out and I’m kind of fumbling around with it. So, I’m nowhere near ready to share it with a seasoned editor.”

“I don’t do this for everyone, but I’ll give you my business card, and when your novel is finished, feel free to send it to me. If it’s not something I personally am interested in, and if I think it’s good, I’ll recommend it to another editor at my publishing house.”

“That’s very kind of you, but you don’t even know the genre. What if you don’t publish what I write?”

“I know people. If it’s good, I’ll get it in front of someone who will.”

“And if it sucks?” She inhaled slowly and let it out with a swish. That was exactly the kind of attitude that had been crushing her dream for years. Butterflies jumped around in her belly. In high school, most of her teachers told her she had a flair for the written word. That praise continued in college. However, all it took was one person to read some of her fiction work and tell her that she didn’t have it. That what she’d written was basically garbage. That no editor or agent would give it breath.

Tiki never took into consideration the source of this critique. Because it came from a person in power and someone she admired, she took it as gospel instead of either one person’s opinion or, perhaps, one person’s jealousy.

And then there was Josh. His criticism didn’t come in the form of a critique of her work. No, he had a special way of making her feel bad about herself in general. He could have been trying to tear her down, something she had to come to terms with, and that was something she didn’t enjoy facing.

Her sisters were something entirely different. While they did often give her negative feedback, it was always laced with how much they loved it and how talented they thought she was. They loved her and would always have her back.

“Will you be honest with me? Or will I get some standard rejection letter? Or some kind words like it’s good but not for us.

“What would you like?” Lake held her gaze. He had such honest eyes and it drove her crazy. It was as if she could see right past his heart and into his soul. Even with the sensitivity he carried, he also had a touch of mystery to him which drew her in like a piece of candy on Halloween.

“Complete honesty,” she said without reservation as she stiffened her spine. “I want to know if I have what it takes.”

“What have others told you about your work?”

That was a loaded question. Insecurity settled in her gut, swirling around like a massive hurricane waiting to make landfall. She’d stopped showing anyone her work because she worried she wouldn’t be able to take their criticism. If it was praise, she wouldn’t believe them, so it was quite the conundrum. “No one whose opinion matters has seen it.”

He pursed his lips and tilted his head. “Most authors wouldn’t admit to something like that. May I ask how long you’ve been writing to be published?”

She glanced at her watch. “About five hours.”

“Are you writing longhand? Or did you bring a laptop?”

After they’d gotten her campsite settled, she’d taken her computer and sat on the other side of the tent, out of view of Lake, but not so much because she didn’t want him to see her, but because of where the sun came through the trees. “I’m doing both, but I prefer the click of my fingers on the keyboard. Plus, my brain works so fast it’s hard to write longhand. I tend to jot ideas down and outline. Or at least that’s what I think my process will be.”

“Do you have a book plotted? Or do you think you’re a pantser?”

“Oh, I don’t believe in pantsing. That’s just one big hot mess of an outline.”

Lake arched a brow. “How do you know if you just started writing to be published?”

“I’ve been dabbling in writing my whole life. And while I don’t have anything that I think is publishable, I have written things. Short stories and what I guess you would call novellas since I was in middle school. I’ve started a dozen novels; however, I never finished one. Not because I didn’t think I could, but because it wasn’t something anyone thought was a bonified career path. Even me way back when.”

“What is it that you do now?”

“I’m between jobs,” she admitted. “But I was a paralegal.”

“Lawyers are usually excellent writers because they understand the English language better than the average person.”

She chuckled. “I’m not a lawyer, but English— specifically literature— was my favorite subject.”

“How do you feel about me taking a look at your work now?” He raised his glass and sipped, but his gaze never left hers and it was unnerving.

Along with the suggestion.

She’d barely shown people she loved what she’d been working on over the last few years.

Sharing it with a complete stranger while it was raw and unedited could be disastrous considering what Lake did for a living. He could take one look at the crappy words she’d put on the screen and her career would be over before it started.

“It’s a rough draft. And I mean rough. What I wrote today I haven’t had the chance to go back and fix up and make look pretty.”

“I’ve been editing for a long time and there is a huge difference between good writing and good storytelling. The former means nothing if you can’t master the latter. I can overlook bad grammar and spelling and even some stupid rookie mistakes if an author has a unique voice and can tell a fabulous story.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Only to the ones whom I help set up tents with.” He winked. “This is an opportunity because you happen to be at the campsite next to me and you’re not being pushy. I believe I am a good judge of character and you’re being genuine with me, so I don’t mind. I can tell you if what you’re doing has merit and give you some suggestions on where to go so that you have the best chance of getting picked up by a publisher or an agent, or both. Or whatever it is you want. If I were you, I’d take advantage of it.”

She lifted her gaze and focused on the setting sun. The sky had turned a breathtaking purplish-blue. A few boats hummed by the island. Laughter filled the cool summer air. “I’ll be honest, I’m utterly terrified to show you because if you tell me that I’m so far off the mark, I’ll be packing up this tent and going home to look for a real job.”

He reached across the table, grabbed her hand, and squeezed. “Writing is a real job and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”

“Thank you for that.”

“Now go get me your computer and I’ll have you email me what you’ve got.”

She blew out a puff of air as if to get rid of her fear. Only it stayed as a big pit of energy in the center of her gut. “All right. But if it’s the worst slosh you’ve ever read, please let me down easy.”
Jen Talty. Shattered Dreams ARC (Kindle Locations 837-908). Jupiter Press.

Tiki hasn’t explored the actual publishing world yet. She wants to have something worthy of submitting before diving into that. As such she’s never heard of Lake, a fact he finds hard to believe. Especially from an aspiring author. He just can’t help himself from offering to read what she has written so far.

There’s a definite attraction, and since things are going well, you just know something has to happen. Indeed, it does and not in a pleasant way.

I couldn’t put this book down, there was something fun, interesting, sexy, or intriguing on just about every page.

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

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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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Guarding Payton – Brotherhood Protectors World: Team Wolf Book 4 By Jen Talty


Guarding Payton
Brotherhood Protectors World: Team Wolf Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Life has a way of coming full circle—
we just have to open our hearts
and let go of the past.

As a little girl, all Payton Wheeler dreamed about was coming to Montana and living at her grandfather’s ranch. However, life took a different turn and instead of following her dreams, she followed the path of least resistance. That is until her granddad passed away and left her the Wheeler Creek Ranch. Only, the people of Montana view Payton as an outsider and it appears they will do whatever it takes to scare Payton right back to where she came from, including murdering a gray wolf on her land.

However, nothing is as it seems and those responsible for the threats to Payton might be closer than she thinks.

Justice Kane grew up in a world where he couldn’t trust those around him and love was a foreign concept. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in it. He’d seen what true love could be like for other people.

However, because of his past, Justice would never be able to open his heart and allow himself to be vulnerable. That is until he was assigned to protect Payton Wheeler. She changed everything.

And he would do whatever it took to protect her from the pains of the past. Even if that meant it had to rip open a few old wounds to do it.

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Payton inherited her grandfather’s ranch. It was not unexpected since her father had no interest in it not even when he was growing up there. However, she had done some time in the family’s business of real estate before taking the reins of the ranch. This makes it difficult for the residents of * to trust her intentions.

Her grandfather had been a big endorser of saving the gray wolf population in Yellowstone and so is she. When a wolf is found dead in a pasture it’s an escalation that is now interrupted as a threat. As such her ranch foreman Colin calls the Brotherhood Protectors to investigate the issue and to protect Payton.

Justice Kane’s journey to the Brotherhood Protectors started with a dysfunctional family. His father was abusive, and his mother had left him behind. This lead to him befriending Kane, who’s family more or less became his own and when he joined the army Kane went with him. Now retired from the service they both work for Brotherhood Protectors new office in Yellowstone. The area reminds Justice of where he grew up in Lake Placid.

Protecting Payton Wheeler would be his first solo job and he was determined to solve the threats while keeping her safe. He just didn’t expect to be so attracted to her.

Payton’s father is also a bit of a pain, calling every day but when he suggests he should come out Payton has to put a stop to it.

This is a favorite scene.

Payton had often felt suffocated by her mother’s love. It was the kind of love that came with a price tag. It wasn’t conditional, so to speak, because no matter what, Payton felt loved. She knew her mom cared deeply. Maybe too deep. The amount of affection her mother was willing to give was in direct correlation with Payton’s decisions. If her mom approved, then all was good in the world. If she didn’t, well, her mom knew how to hold a grudge.

She sighed.

She needed to accept the fact that her mother did hold her love hostage. That didn’t make her mom a bad person. Her mom wanted certain things from life and she demanded her family respect her wishes.

“And to be honest, I have to admit, with all that is happening, so am I. It’s a different world out there. They have a different code that they live by. Even I’m considered an outsider now and I was born and raised there.”

“There are a lot of people who come here and make Montana their home. I’ll be accepted. I have to stay the course.” She leaned back in her chair. The sound of the front door closing caught her attention.

It had been so quiet, she almost forgot she had company.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

Eight in the morning.

She’d stepped outside and had chatted with Davey for about a half hour. That had been around seven thirty.

She wondered what time Justice woke and where he’d been. Who had he talked to? What had he found out?

Did he have breakfast? Coffee? Had he had a shower yet?

Christ.

That last thought she needed like she needed another restless night.

“Besides, aren’t you the one who told me that you weren’t greeted with open arms the moment you landed in Manhattan? That you were tested at every turn and people didn’t trust you and did things to undermine you?”

“You’re right. All that is true. But most people in this city aren’t carrying guns and get their point across with violence,” her dad said. “I know you loved your grandpa. And I’m sorry that he and I didn’t have a great relationship for your sake. But this isn’t how you prove your love for him. You can sell the ranch. I’m sure there are a number of buyers ready—”

“I’m not selling.” She pulled off another small piece of her bagel and shoved it in her mouth. She had to keep her parents from getting on a plane. For as long as she could remember, her parents had always tried to make her decisions. One summer they even went as far as to try to cancel her trip out west.

Her grandfather put a stop to that, thankfully.

She understood they wanted the best for their daughter, but what they failed to take into consideration was that their vision for her future didn’t match up to Payton’s desires. She did what her parents had planned for her life, not what she had dreamed about doing since she’d been a ten-year-old little girl.

Now that she had the chance to follow her dreams, she wasn’t going to let her parents bully her out of this opportunity because they couldn’t— wouldn’t— relinquish control. She felt like her father generally played Switzerland, and sometimes it appeared like he privately took her side and did what he could to persuade her mom.

But not this time.

Looking back on her life, when it came to where she went to college or what she did with her life careerwise, her parents called the shots.

“That kind of life is hard,” her father said. “Your grandfather was only seventy-three when he died. That ranch put him into the grave early. Not to mention that it’s a difficult way to earn a living.”

“You know as well as I do that the Wheeler Creek Ranch is financially healthy, so let’s not have that conversation again.” She was tired of listening to how much more she’d earn if she stayed in Manhattan. It didn’t matter to her that she gave up millions to run a ranch that would only net her half her salary at the other family business. “I’m not going to keep having the same argument with you, Dad.” She glanced up and smiled at Justice, who stood in the doorway with a tall mug of something steaming from the top.

He leaned against the doorjamb and smiled back.

Her heart dropped to her gut.

Damn.

She’d noticed him last night, but she hadn’t gotten the full picture with his broad shoulders and thick biceps with ink all up and down his arms.

He hadn’t shaved and she liked the scruffy look on him.

Truthfully, she more than liked a lot about Justice. He was everything that she had been told not to like in a man and that made him even more appealing.

But mostly, he’d been nothing short of a gentleman. He’d been kind, considerate, and damn freaking sweet.

“If you’re not going to sell, then what are you doing to protect yourself? Because I can’t leave my little girl out there all alone.”

Shit. She told herself she wasn’t going to say a single word about the Brotherhood Protectors. But she didn’t want her father showing up unannounced either, and the longer she talked to her dad, the more she realized she didn’t have a choice. “I’m not alone, Daddy. You don’t need to worry. I hired a professional.”

“A professional what? And why didn’t you tell me that at the start of this conversation? You could have saved me a ton of aggravation.”

“A bodyguard and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to have this discussion, but if it will keep you from coming, then so be it.”

Justice arched a brow as he blew into his mug.

She didn’t understand why he gave her such an amused look. That’s exactly what he’d been hired to do.

“Seriously?” her father asked. “Who? What do you know about this person? Are you sure they are legit?”

“Yes, Dad. He’s from an organization called the Brotherhood Protectors. They are all ex-military. If— and this is a big if— someone is trying to hurt me, they will have to go through him, and trust me, he’s like a gladiator or something.”

Justice covered his mouth and stifled a laugh.

She glared.

“I guess that makes me feel better and I’ll pass that on to your mother. But you better call me if something happens. I will be on the first plane out there. Or better yet, we can put that place on the market.”

“Goodbye, Dad. I love you.”

“Seriously, young lady—”

“Dad. I’ve got to go. I’ll call if there’s a problem.”

“You better,” her father said. “I love you, too.”

She set the phone on the table, keeping her gaze on her bagel. She wasn’t sure if it was the conversation with her father that had made her feel like she wanted to jump out of her skin.

Or the man standing and staring at her.

“I’m not sure anyone has ever described me as a gladiator before,” Justice said as he made himself comfortable in the chair next to hers.
Jen Talty. Guarding Payton (Kindle Locations 687-743). Twisted Page Press, LLC.

We learn a secret about Payton before Justice does and it sort of shifts the investigation. There are just so many people that have motive to drive Payton away.

I really love the way the romance works its way into the story and the way the intrigue gradually builds.

I really have to get the rest of the books in this latest group for Brotherhood Protectors World. They are all written by some of my favorite authors.

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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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Mine to Protect – Safe Harbor Book 3 by Jen Talty


Mine to Protect
Safe Harbor Book 3
By
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Jen Talty

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Everyone needed a safe harbor to sail into.
This was his.

Shelby Manzo has spent a lifetime taking care of everyone else, leaving no room for romance. Not even when romance came knocking. So, when her brother goes missing, bringing her to the small town of Lighthouse Cove, she’s forced to not only let others take care of her, but allow the man she’d given her heart to five years ago back into her life.

Rhett Kirby never thought he’d see Shelby again. He’d put her memory in a tiny box in his mind, bringing her out when he needed a smile. However, now that she was in his town, needing his help, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to watch her drive away. Her heart was his to protect.

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Shelby’s brother Chris and his girlfriend Jackie are missing, their hotel room looked as though it had been searched. She doesn’t know what’s going on but she’s grateful for being in Lighthouse Cove, since the police in Jacksonville immediately decided Chris was on a bender and would surface when he needs money.

The other reason is Rhett, she still has feelings for him after the time they spent together in the keys. Neither of them was able to commit to more than that time together. It was a time where she was able to let go of all the pain she felt inside and enjoy life for a while.

With the discovery of a counterfeit bill in the room, Shelby is even more concerned about Chris and Jackie, wondering what they could possibly be involved with. She knew she couldn’t leave Lighthouse Cove until she got answers, but she still needs somewhere to stay. It’s Rhett who comes up with the solution.

This is a favorite scene.

However. He was a different man than he had been five years ago. He’d done the right thing by letting her go, and he could be professional now. But his mother wanted him to keep a close eye on her, which meant either he talked her into staying in his guest room…

Or Melinda, Emmett’s ex-girlfriend, could put her up at the Landon Lighthouse Bed and Breakfast. But that meant sleeping in his Jeep. Again.

He really didn’t want to do that.

But he would if he had to for the integrity of the case.

He glanced at his watch. It was pushing seven in the evening. It wasn’t that long of a drive back up to Jacksonville, and she could easily do it, but that wasn’t an option. He pushed his food to the side and reached across the table, resting his hand gently over hers. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go home. Not just because it’s late, but my brothers or mom might need to talk with you during the next day or two. And you might be able to aid me in my investigation. Remember, I can do things they can’t.”

“I was going to find a hotel.”

“A family friend of mine has a bed and breakfast not far from here. I know she has a room, but I also live right around the corner. Why don’t you stay with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, holding his gaze with a piercing stare as if the ocean had suddenly erupted in a storm. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something, so he waited for what seemed like ten minutes, only the birds making any noise.

He cleared his throat.

“I have a couple of nice guest rooms. A pool with a spa. I’m also right on the river. It would be easier for when I need you to answer questions.”

“If I were to stay with you, I don’t want you to think it would be a repeat of five years ago. I don’t want that from you.”

“I’m not suggesting that at all. I only want to help find your brother and his girlfriend.”

Shelby’s lashes fluttered over her big blue eyes. She nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay with you. I appreciate the hospitality.”

“My mom will feel much better about you staying with me than at the B& B.”

“Why?” she asked.

Shit. He shouldn’t have said that, and now he had to come up with something better than the fact that her brother might be sleeping with a member of a mob family. “My mom doesn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable, and if she or my brothers were coming and going from the bed and breakfast, that might make the guests uneasy.”

“Oh. I see. That makes sense.”

He stood, grabbing the empty trays of food. “Come on. You can follow me back to my place. While you get settled, I have a couple of errands to run. In the morning, we can go over everything you know about your brother’s girlfriend and anything else you think may be important.”

She jumped to her feet, raced around the table, and grabbed his arm. “Thank you for not thinking I’m crazy.”

The oxygen in his lungs flew out like a jet screaming down a runway. It would take all his energy to keep his damn fucking hands to himself. Even wrapping his arms around her in comfort would be too dangerous.

Maybe he could explore a date after he found her brother.

But not until then.

This time, he’d do things right.
Jen Talty. Mine to Protect (Kindle Locations 463-490). Lady Boss Press, Inc..

She’d barely gotten settled at Rhett’s when her brother called her. He needs her to find something for him and not tell Rhett she’s spoken to him. Of course, that doesn’t work well for her.

There are many twists and turns in this one and it definitely kept me on my toes.

The relationship between Rhett and Shelby also heats up again as this mystery unravels.

I can’t wait to read more of this series.

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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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An Inconvenient Flame – Love in the Adirondacks Book 1 by Jen Talty


Love in the Adirondacks—
where hearts come together
like the moon and the stars
shining bright in the sky,
showing the boats
the way home at night.

An Inconvenient Flame
Love in the Adirondacks Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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The last thing she wanted was a man.
But he was exactly what she needed.

Tayla Johnson doesn’t have time for romance. She barely has time to stop and smell the roses. However, when her parents plan a big family reunion, she makes a promise to her mom and dad she will take two weeks off work and spend time with them and her two sisters. Something she hasn’t done in years. She’s ready for a little fun in her childhood home, but she’s not prepared for the sexy next-door neighbor that won’t take no for an answer. She doesn’t want love or happily-ever-after. All she’s ever known is work, career, and sheer determination.

Gael Waylen spent most of his twenties and thirties chasing dollar signs. He had no idea life had passed him by until his parents and baby sister were killed in a small plane crash six months ago. At their funeral, he vowed to make changes in his life, but he has no idea what that really looked like until the day Tayla Johnson came home. He sees in her exactly who he used to be and he doesn’t want her to make the same mistakes. While he tells himself he’s only trying to give her the gift of time, he ends up giving her his heart.

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Tayla has made many sacrifices for her career, a big one is time with her family. Living in New York City although not that far from the Adirondacks makes visiting difficult with her demanding job designing for a top clothing house. She’s taking a vacation for the first time since taking the job, yet she still has work to do.

Gael bought the house next to Tayla’s parents after losing his family in a small plane crash. He’s learned some very hard lessons, and his brother-in-law is helping him as he reevaluates what he wants to do in life. He’s been where Tayla is now and doesn’t want her to have the regrets he does. While his job was very different from hers, he finds the demands were much the same as he investigates her boss.

Tayla’s grandfather has asked to do redo her life goals for him like she used to do. He even went so far as to ask Gael to go over them with her, comparing the previous ones she’s done to the one she will now create. Her family is throwing the two of them together and the attraction is definitely there, but she feels the timing is just wrong.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m a work in progress.” He curled his fingers around her wrist and kissed her palm. “I always worry that I could become that man again if I’m not careful and sometimes I see a little bit of him in you.”

She recoiled, taking a full step back. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He took a healthy gulp of his wine and let out a long breath. His left eye twitched. “Did you read your old goal worksheets before sending them to me?”

“I didn’t need to. I know what’s in them. I understand myself. I know what I want and I resent you implying that I’m anything like the person you just described.”

“First, I didn’t say that. Second, are you doing this to placate your grandfather?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I want to compare where I am now to what my goals were when I graduated and push out another five-year plan.” She held up her hand. “I also know I need to make more time for family. My grandfather always told me that planning gives you that freedom.”

“My brother-in-law is a huge believer in that. I call him the list guy. You walk into his house and he’s got lists everywhere and I’m not talking a grocery list. I’m talking timestamped daily activity lists. He actually sends me calendar invites for everything. He’s more organized than anyone I know.”

“That’s awesome.” Tayla wished she had that skill. She tried and for a week or two, she’d been really good at it, and then she’d start slacking. But she never missed a deadline, so her system worked. “But nothing you’ve said so far explains how I’m like the person you described who was married to your ex-wife.”

He glanced toward the ceiling and rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger in a contemplative gesture. “When Tiki accused you of not being there for her and how that made her feel as though work was more important than people.”

Tayla opened her mouth but the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded like a dying chipmunk. She cleared her throat. “I know I screwed up. I don’t need you telling me that. I’m doing what I need to in order to correct that and make adjustments so that never happens again.”

“Okay. What about earlier today when you were sitting with your sisters by the water with your computer. What were you doing? Working?”

She sucked in a hot breath. It burned her lungs. The blood racing to her heart ignited into flames. How dare he judge her for checking and responding to email.

Or for doodling a little with her designs.

Being on the lake put her in a creative mood and she wanted to capture the moment. She could sketch and chat at the same time.

“You told me you needed to come over here so your family wouldn’t hover while you took just a few hours out of the day instead of all day doing what I just witnessed.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I asked for space because my parents are constantly knocking on my door, asking if I need anything, pulling me from my focus. That way I can work for a few hours and not be late for dinner or whatever my family has planned when everyone else isn’t working because it appears that I’m the only one who took a vacation.” She pulled her hair from her bun and twisted a few strands between her fingers. “Besides. My sister was thumbing through a magazine while I was making tweaks to a finished design. Nothing that needed my full attention.” She kept her tone even, making sure she didn’t let her emotions run too hot. Her grandfather always told her when that happened, there was something to whoever pushed her buttons. “But I still needed to deal with it all before I settled into it tomorrow,” she said. “I appreciate all your help with my goal worksheet and giving me a space to work. I even appreciate your candor. I’m sorry for your loss and everything that you’re going through. However, I’m not you.”

“I never said you were.” He pushed from the counter and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, you did.” She swallowed her breath. Gael put new meaning into the phrase sex appeal.

“What I meant was that there are moments when I look at you and the way you are with your sisters and I remember how close Piper and I used to be and I ignored the tightness in my chest as we grew apart. I chalked it up to being adults. To taking care of business. Where she knew that I was slowly becoming someone else. It would be one thing if that person was a better version. But it’s not.”

“Wow. I’m supposed to sit here and let you keep on insulting me.”

“You’re an amazing woman. Talented. Funny. Beautiful. I love spending time with you and I’m sorry that I suck at being tactful. I just don’t want you to make the same mistake and I see you doing it.” He pressed his hand against the center of his chest. “I feel it to my core and it’s breaking my heart.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“I know. I’ve never experienced this kind of emotion before and I’ll be honest. I’m running a little scared.” He fanned her face, running his thumb over her cheek. “I like you. I care about you.” He kissed her softly. “I’ve studied your plans. You’re not following your career goals. You might think you are, but you’re not.”
Jen Talty. An Inconvenient Flame (Kindle Locations 1650-1690). Jupiter Press.

Tayla has much to think about and amends to make to her family. On top of that the attraction between her and Gael grows in intensity from a simmer to a sizzle.

I love the way this story plays out and I look forward to the next book in this series.

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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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Shielding Tallulah – Special Forces: Operation Alpha; Delta Forces Generation Next Book 4 by Jen Talty


Shielding Tallulah
Special Forces: Operation Alpha; Delta Forces Generation Next Book 4
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Sometimes love is right around the corner.
You just have to fight for it.

Pediatrician Talullah Rossi has dedicated her life to her practice. Her patients are her world. However, she’d like to have a family of her own one day, but her dating life lately reads like a who’s who of men not to become involved with.

That is until a blind date turns her world upside down.

Darren “Scout” Finch would love to settle down. All he needs to do is find the right woman. When his buddy’s wife, Gillian Romano offers to set him up with their twin’s doctor, he’s not about to say no. Sparks fly and Scout even though Scout is out of his league, he knows he might have found “the one”. Unfortunately, Talullah has a stalker, and this man isn’t going to stop until he either makes Talullah his.

Or she’s dead.

Well, Scout isn’t about to let that happen. Not on his watch.

When Trigger and Gillian take their twins for a check-up and shots, they also have another agenda. They want to set up a date with their pediatrician Tallulah Rossi and Darren ‘Scout’ Finch.

It takes a bit of convincing, but Tallulah agrees giving Trigger her number for Scout to call to arrange the date. By the time she’s said good-bye them and gotten rid of the persistent Kyle, whom she never should have gone on a date with, she has a missed call and message from Scout. She returns the call, and they agree to meet at Oscar’s a restaurant close to her office. She was hesitant at first because Kyle wanted her to meet him there for a drink and she told him she had plans.

For a Friday night, Oscar’s wasn’t too packed. He’d put his name in at the hostess station, and he was told it would be about a forty-minute wait. He glanced at his watch. He’d been sitting on this stool for at best, ten minutes.

The front door opened and in walked a little piece of heaven.

His heart dropped to his gut. He couldn’t take a deep breath. He pounded his chest and tried again. Nope.

Damn. Talullah was so much prettier in person. She had this funky haircut where it was longer in the front and shorter in the back. The color was hard to explain because it wasn’t just one shade, but maybe five different blends of blond and brunette swirled together with a hint of black tucked underneath.

And her eyes.

Holy shit.

He’d never seen anything so blue. They were deep and rich and he wanted to dive right in and swim around. He swallowed. Hard.

Setting his beverage on the bar, he pushed from the stool, but before he could get her attention, another man raced to her side like a dog in heat. Scout stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do.

He wasn’t typically a jealous man, but he found himself puffing out his chest.

She made eye contact, then smiled and waved. But it was a little awkward as the man continued to block her entrance into the bar area, while it appeared she tried to excuse herself.

Well, he wasn’t about to be cock-blocked on his first date. If they didn’t hit it off, then that would be a different story entirely. He asked the couple next to him to hold the two seats while he strolled across the room.

“Hey, Talullah,” he said.

“Scout. So sorry to have kept you waiting.” She squeezed his biceps, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Her warm lips lingered.

He inhaled sharply, enjoying the fresh watermelon scent of her shampoo.

“It’s so good to see you,” she said.

“You too.” That, he did not expect, but he wasn’t about to complain about a beautiful woman giving him a gentle peck. “Our table won’t be ready for about a half hour.”

“That’s okay. I need a drink after the day I’ve had anyway.” She looped her hand into his elbow, her body touching his with a bit more intimacy than one would expect from a blind date. She hung on to him, caressing his arm as if they’d been together for some time.

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” the man asked, giving him the once-over.

“I told you that I had plans,” Talullah said. “This is my date—”

“You never mentioned anything about a date,” the man said with some disdain. “May I speak to you alone?”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Now is not a good time.” She glanced up at Scout and smiled.

All the oxygen in his lungs flew out of his mouth like a pigeon on a mission to return a message.

“It will only take a minute,” the man said. “It’s important. It’s about my daughter.”

She squeezed Scout’s arm tighter. “I’m not working. So, any medical questions, please call the office tomorrow and speak to the nurse. Unless it’s an emergency, which it’s not, but if it was, you should call 9-1-1.”

“Talullah,” the man said in a hushed voice. “It’s personal and I only trust you.”

“You can call and schedule an appointment in the morning,” Talullah said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. Scout and I are on a date. I’ll see you later.” Talullah practically dragged Scout toward the bar. “Is that where you’re sitting?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She chuckled. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling out the stool and waving down the bartender. “What’s your poison?”

“I’ll take a glass of their house Chardonnay.”

Scout ordered her drink along with an appetizer, since he hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast.

She glanced over her shoulder. When she turned, her jaw was tight and her brow furrowed. She lifted her hand and rested it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That had to have been awkward for you.”

“I take it he’s been bothering you?” He leaned closer, putting his arm around the back of her chair, hoping he wasn’t reading the situation wrong. If he was, he might get slapped.

“I went out on one date with him and I knew I shouldn’t. Long story short, he doesn’t take hints well, and I suck at being mean, though my sister would have been proud of me tonight between the way I handled him at the office and just now. That said, I worry about whatever might be going on with his kid. But if it were a major medical issue, I think his ex-wife would be calling me.”

Scout peered over her shoulder. The bar was a complete square in the middle of the room. Kyle sat kitty-corner to them at the far end with another gentleman. He appeared to be engrossed in a conversation, but every few seconds, he shifted his gaze, yet he always kept his focus lower, as if to avoid eye contact.

However, Scout knew when he was being watched.

“I don’t have kids, but I have a lot of friends who do and I know if they had any real concerns about them, they would address them immediately.”

“I think he’s using that because he told me he’d be here— asked me to meet him— and when he saw me, he thought maybe I changed my mind,” she said as she lifted her wineglass to her plump rosy lips. She took a long sip and sighed. “I’m so sorry. This is a shitty way to start an evening.”

“Is this why you told me we could go somewhere else if I preferred something that I didn’t go to on a regular basis?” Scout had suggested Oscar’s for many reasons, but one of them was because it was one of his favorite places.

She nodded. “I knew he’d be here, but I didn’t think he’d be so aggressive. Sorry, I went right in and acted like we’ve known each other for a while, but I thought it might drive the point home and get him to leave me alone.”

“You do know he’s staring at us.” Scout tucked her hair behind her ear. It was a bold move, but he told himself he had a part to play and he was going to enjoy every single minute. “I can think of one thing that might make him listen.”

She rested her hand on his thigh. “Yeah? What’s that?”

He took her chin with his thumb and his forefinger. He needed to remind himself that this was a game with the intention of making sure that Kyle let her be and it wasn’t about him making a move. “Do you promise not to get mad at me and hit me or worse?”

The corner of her mouth turned upward into a sexy smile. “Yes. However, kissing me might be over the top, childish, and slightly rude.”

“Do you want him to go away?”

Her tongue peeked out and stroked her bottom lip.

He swallowed a groan. He should not be having this much fun at another man’s expense. But from the sound of it, Kyle kind of deserved to be put in his place.

“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.” He glided his hand to the back of her neck. “It’s your call, but for the record, I wouldn’t mind it.”

Her eyelids lowered. “Aren’t we supposed to get to know each other a little better before our first kiss?”

“Growing up I had a boat named Bass Awkward because if you take the B off bass and put it in front of Awkward you have ass backward and my dad always said I tended to do things that way.”

“That’s cute,” she whispered, leaning closer, her breath hot on his skin.

“Tell me to stop.”

She said nothing.
Jen Talty. Shielding Talullah (Kindle Locations 293-356). Jupiter Press.

They enjoyed their dinner and conversation with neither of them really wanting it to end. However, Scout persuades her to go on another date the next day before they leave the restaurant.

Unfortunately, Tallulah’s car has a flat tire, and when Scout doesn’t leave her, a car takes off from the parking lot with high beams on. Tallulah thinks it looks like Kyle’s car. Scout arranges for a tow, and they continue their evening with conversation about their homes which leads to his ex and how things were with that relationship.

Scout also decides to learn more about Kyle thorough his own connections, the flat tire after the confrontation in the restaurant was just too much of a coincidence.

Not only does Kyle become more of a problem, but also Scout’s ex Crystal puts her two cents in as well. Although Crystal is easier to get rid of.

Things escalate from here in an unusual way, Kyle uses his daughter to get to Tallulah, but also to get to his ex-wife. Let me say things get messy really fast.

I couldn’t put this book down, the chemistry between Tallulah and Scout is off the charts and they couldn’t be more perfect for each other.

I really can’t wait to read the next book in this crossover world.

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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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Lips of an Angel – Candlewood Falls: The River Winery Book 4 by Jen Talty


Lips of an Angel
Candlewood Falls: The River Winery Book 4
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She was only supposed to help with his son…
only she showed him what family and love was truly about.

Toby Tillman was done. He’d put up with his soon-to-be ex-wife’s shenanigans for long enough. It was time to take matters into his own hands. He’d do whatever it took to ensure TJ grew up in a loving environment, with a father who put him first.

He wasn’t prepared, however, for Zinfandel River – all grown up and ready to take on the world. Not only was she willing to put herself in the line of fire, but she was also ready to take on a troubled teenager – all while walking away with Toby’s heart.

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Separated from his wife and with divorce and also a custody hearing in the works, Toby Tillman needs help to get TJ to and from school and also to the rink for hockey practices.

Zinfandel ‘Zinny’ River has been TJ’s babysitter for years, now she steps up to the plate to help Toby as he gets his life in order. Even working two jobs she has the time in her schedule to fill in where TJ needs rides or even just someone to talk to.

After a Sunday family dinner at the River’s, Toby’s son TJ goes to a friend’s house to spend the night. Toby walks Zinny home, to her apartment on the Winery’s property not far from the main family home. On the walk he goes back and forth over beginning a relationship with her.

Zinny has developed more than a crush on Toby. She’s always dated older men, but Toby is so much more to her. Now she has to get him to see her as an adult, not the teenage babysitter. This would prove to be easier than she thought.

They need to be discrete. They don’t want to put more on TJ’s plate and of course there are her parents. She’s not sure how they will take to the idea of her and Toby together.

Then there’s Serena, his soon to be ex-wife who is facing trial for the mishandling of Chablis’ medical records.

With Zinny spending more time with TJ, the relationship between her and Toby grows.

This is a favorite scene.

Zinny finished clearing the dinner dishes and brought them into the kitchen. She stood in front of the sink and started rinsing before loading the dishwasher.

“What are you doing?” Toby asked as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the stolen moment. “Where’s TJ?”

“Taking the trash and recycle to the street.”

She turned, snuggling in, stealing a brief passionate kiss, keeping her ears open for the back door.

About fifteen seconds later, it opened.

Toby took a step back, wiping his mouth. He winked.

It had been a week since they slept together, and she wondered if it was going to happen again. His days were filled with work, and it was impossible for him to take time off right now. She tried to entice him with sexy texts in the morning to see if he could meet her for lunch, but he couldn’t even do that most days. And other than a kiss here and there, and two dinners, she expected things wouldn’t heat up for a while again.

“Hey, Dad,” TJ called. “I need the new iTunes password. For some reason it’s not saved on the downstairs computer.”

“I don’t usually give him any of the passwords.” Toby sighed. “I bought new phones for us back when Serena moved out. All new accounts. I needed to separate everything. I’ve changed the password twice. I’m being paranoid.”

“No. You’re being smart,” Zinny said.

“Dad?” TJ stepped into the kitchen. “Can you either give it to me or come into the den and enter it?”

“You can’t give this out—”

“I’m not going to,” TJ interrupted his father. He rolled his eyes.

Zinny wanted to laugh, but instead, she managed to keep a straight face, something her father had never been too good at when it came to her childhood. Her dad told her he’d been able to do it with her older siblings, but never her and it drove her mom crazy.

“Okay. It’s BOSTON39! RiverSt,” Toby said.

TJ narrowed his stare. “I get Boston. That’s where you went to college and 39 was your hockey number, but what’s River St stand for?”

“My senior year I lived off campus and that was the name of the street.” Toby ducked his head in the fridge and snagged a beer, offering one to Zinny.

She thought about it for about a half a second, then nodded.

“Really? I thought maybe it was for Zinny. It is her last name.” TJ smiled like he knew something everyone else in the room didn’t.

That’s what Zinny was afraid of. She took a chug of her beer.

“Nope.” Toby laughed. “I have a box full of stuff in the attic, and I believe I still have the street sign I stole.”

“Real mature, Dad.” TJ turned and strolled toward the den, laughing.

“River street? Seriously? Or can I let that one go to my head?”

Toby lifted his beverage. His lips curled over the longneck, and he sipped. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

Zinny had it bad.

“I feel a little bad bursting your bubble, but I lived on River Street with three other hockey players. It was a hellhole. Probably the most disgusting place I’ve ever lived, so, really, you don’t want to associate it with your beautiful name.” He lowered his gaze slowly, as if he were undressing her. “Or the rest of you.”

“You’re making me all tingly.”

He chuckled. “I think I might have to take you up on lunch tomorrow, but that feels so cheap.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s sexy. Hot.”

“In some ways, it is. But there’s a part of me that feels like if we have to sneak around, then we shouldn’t be doing it.”

“You sound like my mother,” Zinny said with an arched brow. “She used to give me that lecture all the time and I’d toss back at her how she’d done that her entire life.”

“You’re not helping the cause,” he said.

“Why do you have to overanalyze everything? Why can’t we just enjoy this?” She set the dish towel on the counter, took her beer, and dragged him to the back patio where they wouldn’t have to worry about TJ overhearing the conversation.

The warm New Jersey air coated her skin. June could be a crapshoot when it came to weather.

She adjusted her chair while Toby lit the fire pit. The moon and the stars filled the dark sky. Leaning back, she stretched out her legs and soaked up the ambiance. Toby lived on the outskirts of town in one of the nicer neighborhoods. His house used to be overstated, but Serena took all the pretentiousness with her when she moved out.

Toby tapped her shoulder as he sat back. “I don’t want this to be about a quickie in the back seat, hoping someone doesn’t catch us like we’re doing something wrong, and that’s how it feels when you start talking. I’m a little old-fashioned and I don’t want to treat you like you’re a piece of meat.”

“You’re not and trust me, I’ll either walk out that door or tell you if you are.” She glanced over his shoulder and took his hand. “You’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and insanely respectful of me.”

“There’s more to it than that.” Toby tugged his hand away and shifted his chair so he faced her. “I have TJ to consider. Growing up, my role models for relationships sucked. My parents only showed me what a bad one looked like and I mimicked that something good.”

“It’s not like my parents have a traditional marriage. Hell, they aren’t even married. They had three kids after they got divorced. There isn’t anything normal about that.” Zinny understood where Toby was coming from. She really did. But he couldn’t change the past. He couldn’t fix his parents’ broken relationship.

Nor could he change what happened between him and Serena. All he could do was be a better man moving forward.

“I get that, but they are kind and decent people who worked together. My parents couldn’t do that, and Serena and I screwed up royally. I don’t want to do that anymore.”

She wanted to reach out and hold him, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place. They needed to be completely alone and that wasn’t going to happen until TJ spent the night with his grandma. That usually happened once a week. TJ was a good boy to humor his grandma that way. And he seemed to still enjoy it.

Toby’s mom had gone from an angry, bitter old woman to a kinder, gentler version of that. She was still bitter. But her frustration over her life had dissipated.

“You’re not. You’re an excellent father.”

“Sometimes I don’t think so.”

“Well, you are,” Zinny said. “And what you’re going through is temporary.”

“Now you sound like your father.”

Zinny smiled. “I’ve got the best of both my parents.” She leaned forward, pushing her breasts together.

Toby groaned. “You’re the devil thought.”

She laughed. “So, lunch tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah. It’s a date.”
Jen Talty. Lips of an Angel (Kindle Locations 333-391).

As the trial nears, there’s lots of tension all around. Serena has been cooperative and that says more than if she was threatening.

I couldn’t stop reading this book it has plenty of romance, tension, accusations and sizzle. All set in beautiful Candlewood Falls.

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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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It’s In His Kiss – Candlewood Falls: The Winery Book 3 by Jen Talty


It’s In His Kiss
Candlewood Falls: The Winery Book 3
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Where broken dreams collide, two hearts will come together and find the love they thought they lost.

Dax Fabion had once thought he could have it all. However, Chablis River made it perfectly clear that he couldn’t have her, and have a career in the NHL. He chose the latter. A decision he’s regretted for years and it’s time to make right a wrong.

All Chablis River wants is to prove to herself, and to her mother, that she still has what it takes to be one of the best winemakers in the country. When, her ex-boyfriend, and the real reason she left Candlewood Falls in the first place, returns with the goal to win her back, Chablis will be able to forgive him for chasing his dream, but she will she ever be able to trust him with her heart again?

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NFL star Dax Fabion has come back to his hometown of Candlewood Falls. He’s also hoping to reunite with Chablis, he really owes her a big apology for the way he left things with them.

Chablis River is very nervous to see Dax. She has a really big secret that no one knows other than her brother Malbec. Once upon a time she was ready to give up going to college and be with Dax through his NFL career. She also had to make a real difficult decision, one that Dax made a lot easier at the time.

Dax is going to be the new head hockey coach at CFW Prep. When Chablis joins him for dinner, one of the parents, Selena is their waitress. Dax and Chablis talk about the past and how they both felt back then but Chablis still holds something back. Of course, Selena has to ingratiate herself and Toby by inviting Dax to dinner. Selena and Toby’s son TJ is one of the players Dax is looking at. He and Toby have a rather awkward past to get through, but his concern is only for the team he’s building.

The unveiling of an amazing outdoor portrait of him done by Axel a local artist on the side of the Brewery is an opportunity for his friends to welcome him home. Merlot, Malbec, Caleb, Brad, Axel and Raf are all there to celebrate with Dax. Then the news comes of a crash with an explosion and injured fire fighters.

Not willing to wait for additional news, Dax heads to Chablis apartment.

This is a favorite scene.

But the reality was she wanted to be alone so she could let the tears come. She’d never been so scared in her life. She’d fought some serious fires before. Dealt with some hard situations. But that explosion had been like nothing she ever witnessed before.

She could still hear it echoing between her ears. And the heat prickled her skin like a cattle prod. For the first time in her life, she thought she might die.

Curling her fingers around her father’s strong biceps, she mustered up a smile. “I love you, Daddy. But it’s one in the morning. Go home and be with Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. But will you promise me that you’ll call me if you need anything? I’ll leave my phone on all night. And tomorrow there isn’t anything too pressing that I can’t change my schedule to be with you.”

“I promise.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Follow the doctor’s orders.”

She looped her arm through his and guided him to the door. “Don’t worry.”

“It’s a father’s prerogative to do that.” He pulled open the door. “Oh. Hello, Dax. Isn’t it a little late for you to be showing up?”

“Hi, Carter,” Dax said, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I saw you pull in. I’ve been trying to reach Chablis since I heard what happened. I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“She’s fine. It’s late. Time for you to go home.”

“Dad,” Chablis said with a stern tone. “I’m not fourteen. You don’t get to send him away like that.”

Her father turned and glared.

“He’s right.” Dax handed her the flowers. “I’ll call you—”

“This is ridiculous. Come in,” she said. The need for tears was suddenly replaced with the desire for human contact.

And not her father’s.

“Dad. Tell Mom thanks for the food. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Why does this feel like déjà vu?” Her father tapped his temple. “Oh, I know why. I’m being ditched for the star hockey player. Again.”

She laughed.

“In all seriousness,” her father started. “She’s been through a lot. Don’t stay too late.”

“I won’t.” Dax nodded.

She stood in the doorway and waited for her father to get in his car and turn the engine on before turning her attention to Dax. “You didn’t have to come over. Or bring me these.” She stuck her nose in the pretty bouquet. They smelled like a meadow on a sunny day. “They’re beautiful.”

“I would have waited until morning, but I saw you pull in.” He gently took her arm and lifted it. “That’s got to hurt.”

“It’s all superficial burns. They aren’t bad. But do you mind if we go sit? My head is pounding.”

“Here. Let me help.”

He took the flowers and practically ran into the kitchen where he found a vase.

She made herself comfortable on the sofa in the small family room and watched him skillfully cut the stems of the flowers and arrange them in the vase as if he were a master florist.

“Do you want something to drink? Water? Juice?” he asked.

“Water would be nice.”

He brought her a glass and sat on the other side of the sofa, lifting her feet and resting them on his lap. Normally, she’d protest, but she didn’t have the energy.

“How was the unofficial unveiling?” When she’d heard what Axel was doing, she’d been super annoyed. The last thing she wanted was to drive into town day in and day out and see her ex-boyfriend’s face.

She still didn’t.

But the town did and she understood why.

“I have to admit, I’m not sure how I feel about seeing myself on that building all the time, but Axel is an amazing artist.”

“That he is,” Chablis agreed.

“It’s so weird to see all my old friends and listen to them talk about marriage and kids. On the one hand, being with them feels like I’ve been catapulted back to my youth. But on the other hand, it makes me feel old.”

She rested her hand on her middle. It was hard not to think about what she’d done. It wasn’t about regrets because she didn’t regret the action.

Only the silence.

Dax had the right to know, and she should have told him seventeen years ago. It wouldn’t have changed things. Not even if she’d known Traci wasn’t his girlfriend. The fact remained they weren’t ready for each other.

Or being parents.

“Neither one of us are old.”

“I feel like I’m too old to start a family.”

“Do you want one?” she asked. “I mean, Malbec is having his first kid soon and they plan on more. Caleb is your age and he and Brooklyn plan on kids.”

He placed his hand on her foot and rubbed. It was something he used to do when they were dating. Whenever they would be talking about something or mindlessly watching TV, his hands would always go to her feet. She never minded.

And she didn’t now.

“I didn’t mean to get into a deep conversation. That’s the last thing you need.”

He was right about that, and she was grateful for the opportunity to switch gears.

“I take it you’re going to have to take some time off work?” he asked.

“A few weeks from the fire station and I don’t know how long my folks are going to make me stay away from the winery.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh. That’s scary,” she said.

“This weekend and all next week I’m recruiting. How would you like to come with me? We can watch some of the games together. You can check out different ones. You can give me your perspective on the kids on the ice. You’ve always had such great insight into the game.”

“You really want my opinion?”

He nodded. “I have a list of twenty-seven kids that have applied. I have five spots open. Only one kid do I know I want to take. It’s really hard because there are so many games to watch and they’re kids and they know I’m there. Once they see me, or their parents do, they act differently.”

“So, you want me to be your eyes when you’re watching a different game.”

“Exactly,” he said.

“What about Serena and Toby? They will know I’m there and they will have something to say about it.”

“I’m allowed to have independent eyes and you’re not making decisions. Just giving me advice. Besides, they don’t have to know why you’re there.” He winked.

She cocked her head. “Don’t give those two something to talk about. This town is already buzzing about what may or may not happen between you and me.”

“I hear there’s a pool down at the brewery,” he said with a laugh.

She kicked him. “There better not be, but if there is, I’ll take one hundred to one that there isn’t.”

“Ouch. That hurt.”

“What? The kick in the thigh or the statement?” She smiled.

“Both, but back to hockey,” he said. “I’ll send you to games that TJ won’t be at so you won’t run into Serena or Toby. I’ll give you a list of things I want you to note.”

“I’m not a hockey player.”

“But you know the game,” he said. “You used to critique me after every single one of my games and you were always on point. Come on. Please. It will be fun and it will give you something to do. I know how much you hate to be idle.”

“Doc says I have to lay low tomorrow, so probably can’t do it until after the parade on Saturday.”

“No worries. I can handle tomorrow on my own and I’m not going on Saturday.”

She smiled. “Okay. But on one condition.”

“What’s that?” “You buy me a funnel cake every day.”

“Deal.” He squeezed her ankle. “On that note, I should let you get some rest. I wouldn’t be surprised if your dad is sitting out in the driveway waiting for me to leave.” He stood, placing her foot on the sofa. “Don’t get up. I’ll see myself out.” He leaned over and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and stared into her eyes for a long moment.

She held her breath, waiting for him to say good night. But instead, he brushed his lips tenderly across her mouth in a sweet, loving kiss. It wasn’t the kind of kiss shared between friends. A spark deep in her gut tried to roar to a flame, but she squelched it. She couldn’t allow this to deepen. It was too much. Too soon. So many emotions raced through her mind. She couldn’t think straight.

“Sleep well.”

She clutched her pendant and remained breathlessly on the sofa. She heard the door open, then shut. She brought her fingers to her lips. Everything she felt for Dax in the past had been brought to the present. Nothing had changed. Her love for him was as strong as ever.

And the secret she carried still darkened her soul.
Jen Talty. It’s in His Kiss (Kindle Locations 964-1038).

Selena proves to be a bit more than just a little problem. Then there’s also Brooks, someone Dax has had issues with in the past. He wants the job Dax has accepted. Toby is the biggest surprise though.

While there are lots of ups and downs for Chablis and Dax they both rise to the occasion. This is what true love is all about!

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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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Needing Neor – Madagascar Adventure- Hot Hunks Book 5 by Jen Talty


Needing Neor
Madagascar Adventure
Hot Hunks Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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When Captain Neor Benning gets a cryptic message from an old friend that he needs help, Neor’s on the first transport plan to Madagascar. Only, when he gets there his friend is no where to be found. Instead Neor found out his friend didn’t send the message at all. He has half a mind to turn around and get right back on the next plane for the states. Until he learns what his buddy had been up to.

India Holland came to Madagascar to help her brother find out who killed their father. However, when she arrived, her brother had disappeared. The only clue she has is a map and note from her brother stating if anything happened to him to call Neor. So that’s exactly what she did, only Neor doesn’t seem to know anything and the second he lands, bullets start flying.

India Holland travels to Madagascar after a very cryptic conversation with her brother, Nepal regarding their father’s death. When she arrives, she finds her brother is now missing. He hasn’t been seen for at least two days and he never checked out of the hotel. She needed her brother’s things and to get them she pays not only for her own room but what her brother owed as well. Fortunately, he left a note for her with his belongings which is why they brought her his belongings. The note instructs her to text his friend and teammate Neor and wait for him to arrive.

Both Neor and Nepal are Army Rangers on medical leave from their last assignment. Nepal was using that time to be with his father, while Neor went to his family. When he gets the text from who he thought was Nepal, he immediately travels to Madagascar. He’s more than a little surprised to find it was Nepal’s sister India who sent the text and the reason why. He would protect India until they found Nepal and got answers. The problem for him is that he’s been a little in love with her since the first time they met.

Neor makes the decision to stay in her room and work on getting into her brother’s computer. What he finds surprises him, and against his better judgement he shares what he can with India to calm her down.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

He brushed her hair over her shoulder and let out a sigh. “Rome has a daughter who he named Romilly. Nifati is a corrupt politician. Kiadly is Nifati’s son who has his sights set on Romilly who is seen as royalty in Madagascar. A couple of years ago, Rome was held captive in a remote village. We were told it was by a group that wants to overthrow the current government.”

“Wait. Why would they kidnap Rome? Sounds like they got the wrong man if Nifati is corrupt.”

Neor chuckled. “Rome is quite influential in this country. His wife’s brother is Luca Ratsifa who happens to be high up in the government and where Kiadly wants to be, but he doesn’t have the respect of his people. Neither does his father, but not for lack of trying. What we found out after the operation was that Kiadly had been behind the kidnapping. Or at least that was the rumors. It had all been about getting close to Romilly. He wanted to be in her good graces so he could woo her, but after I did a quick google search when I saw that document on your brother’s computer, that didn’t happen. Although, Rome and Kiadly do have a kinship of sorts because Kiadly took credit for his rescue and we can’t deny it. Not to mention that Rome and Nifati, while also not friends, they aren’t sworn enemies.”

“But doesn’t Rome know who saved him? I mean how could he have not known it was a United States Special Forces team?”

Neor pulled her closer. The heat between them was thick and steamy and all-consuming.

She should take a step back and put some distance between them before their lips touched and ignited a flame that turned into a raging inferno. There was no way she’d be able to control herself. She’d already given in to the fantasy as her hands made their way up his muscular biceps to his strong shoulders.

“Yes and no. There is no record of the op because it wasn’t sanctioned. If I were to become a whistleblower and try to bring this knowledge to light, the government, the Army— Delta Force— they would all deny. I suspect that Kiadly and his father know this and Kiadly’s been using it to bend Rome’s ear to push his daughter to take him as a suitor.”

She tilted her head. “So, what you’re saying is that Kiadly is potentially telling Rome that he hired you and your team to save him and now he wants favors in return.”

“Exactly.” Neor kissed her nose. “But that’s honestly a guess on my part and without seeing what Nepal has in his files, everything is speculation, which I don’t like doing. I’m only telling you this because I know it’s important to you and I want to help either calm your nerves or make you feel better or something.” He twisted her body, turning her and guiding her toward the bed. He pulled back the sheets. “There is honestly nothing left for us to do right now except get a good night’s sleep.”

Holy shit. Either Neor didn’t know when a woman was hitting on him, or he wasn’t interested.

Both were equally depressing.

She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

He looked down and the corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile while he arched a brow.

At least she’d gotten his attention.

He curled his fingers around her wrists and groaned. “You’re more than a tempting woman,” he whispered, pressing his mouth against her cheek. “Maybe when this is all over and you still want to explore this and we have your brother’s blessing, we—”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” She glared. “I don’t need anyone’s permission, especially Nepal’s.”

“Maybe not. But I do.” He kissed the back of her hand. “He’d kill me.”

“You’re honestly afraid of what he’d think? Because that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s a code we live by.” He helped her into the bed, pulling the covers over her body before sitting on the edge of the bed.

She couldn’t decide if she wanted to burst out laughing or actually ask a few questions so she could try to understand Neor’s outdated philosophy. She could accept wanting to be respectful, but who she chose to sleep with had nothing to do with Nepal.

Ever.

“My brother and I have never discussed our relationships unless they are long term,” she said as a tinge of anger filled her belly. “If you didn’t want to be with me, a simple no, thank you would have done the trick.”

“Don’t mistake me turning you down tonight as rejection or an admittance of not wanting you because trust me when I say, if we weren’t in the situation we’re in, we would have been naked an hour ago.” He kissed her so hard she was sure her lips would be bruised.

It didn’t last but a few seconds, yet it left her breathless.

And speechless.

He ran his thumb over her lower lip and smiled. “Being a gentleman around you is proving to be nearly impossible.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be one.”

“Perhaps that’s exactly what I need to be right now.” He stood tall and strolled to the other side of the room. Slipping out of his shirt and slacks, he climbed into the bed and turned off the light. “It’s not just about the respect I have for Nepal and my friendship with him. It’s about timing. I want to be with you, but not like this. I want it to be about us. Not about what’s going on around us.”

Her breath stuck in her throat.

“Good night, India,” Neor whispered. “Sleep well.”

Hopefully the next few hours would be filled with sweet dreams, and not restless nightmares.
Jen Talty. Needing Neor ARC (Kindle Locations 497-541). Jupiter Press.

There is nothing straight forward in what they need to do to find Nepal. There’s also the problem that her father probably isn’t dead either, just missing as well.

Plenty of action, suspense, romance and sizzle in this page-turning read.

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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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Fay’s Six – Brotherhood Protectors World: Athena Project Book 4 by Jen Talty


Fay’s Six
Brotherhood Protectors World:
Athena Project Book 4
By
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Jenn Talty

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She thought she could leave her past behind her, but when the bodies start piling up she realizes the past wasn’t finished with her and now history might not only repeat itself, but take away her chance at love.

Retired CIA agent Fay Clayton is trying to get her career back on track with her new position in Fouls Gold, Colorado working with the Brotherhood Protectors. She can handle almost anything, including working with ex SEAL Walker Nash, who blamed her for his untimely exit from the Navy. However, with their latest assignment, it seems history is repeating itself because at every turn, with every clue, the bad guy is always one step ahead of Fay, Walker, and the police.

That is until Fay realizes the mole that sabotaged her mission to save Walker and his team before she retired followed them back to the States and is doing whatever he can to make sure that once again, she—and Walker—fail at their assignment.
And at love.

Fay is a former CIA agent that Walker blames for his injuries and subsequent retirement from the Navy. On a previous mission they came to an understanding and find they work well together.

This new mission is a bit different, helping local law enforcement it involves cold cases as well as a new one that fits the profile. In the past there were 10 young men traveling alone, that disappeared heading toward Fool’s Gold. The cases were over an eight-year span and the last one was six years ago. They’ve come back into the spotlight with the recent disappearance of Levi Jetson. He was traveling from Colorado Springs to visit his father in Fool’s Gold. There are the usual suspects, the divorced parents Rose and Pete. Pete also has a penchant for gambling, and he’s been seen with some unsavory characters.

Walker and Fay have no problem working this case, even after they’ve been told Fay’s cover is as his girlfriend. However, there’s another curve that will be thrown as Walker and Fay settle in to have a drink at Walker’s house.

This information is brought to them by Jake and Hank in an unannounced visit.

This is a favorite scene.

Walker pulled open the door and mentally prepared himself for whatever Jake and Hank needed to discuss.

In person.

Because they didn’t do that unless it was of the utmost importance.

“What brings you two by?” Walker left out unannounced since he figured that might be considered antagonistic, and ever since the mission at Wind River Mountains and the fact he’d questioned Hank’s pairing, he knew he was on thin ice.

“We need to talk to you and Fay,” Jake said as he pushed his way into Walker’s home. He tossed Fay’s rucksack on the floor next to the stairs.

“What the hell?” Fay was on her feet in seconds. “Why did you go into my room and bring my stuff here?” Her voice rose to an octave that Walker didn’t think was possible for Fay.

“Because you’re staying here,” Hank said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Yes,” she said. “I mean no, sir.”

Walker knew this should not be a question that came out of his mouth, but he’d had just enough alcohol to ask it. “Why is it so important that she stay with me?” Walker closed the door and polished off his tequila. “I think we deserve at least an explanation. You both know the history between us and while some of it is water under the bridge, and we’re certainly cap—”

“Save the winded backpedaling,” Hank said. “She is staying here because where else would a girlfriend stay?” He made his way into the family room.

Jake followed.

Both men took a seat on the sofa.

“Any other questions about that?” Jake asked.

“No,” Walker said flatly as he took a seat on the edge of the chair that Fay had reluctantly perched herself in.

“We’ve begun digging into the files Sparrow gave us.” He figured it was best to redirect the conversation.

“I’ve reached out to a couple contacts I have with the FBI to do a deep dive,” Fay added.

“That’s good. Glad to see you’ve jumped right into the assignment,” Hank said. “That’s only part of why we’re here.”

Walker exchanged a quick glance with Fay, who looked as puzzled as he felt. “Is there something wrong?”

“I wouldn’t say wrong,” Jake said. “More like interesting.”

“How so?” Fay asked.

“Lee Cameron applied for a position with the Brotherhood Protectors.” Hank leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands together.

“I didn’t know he left the Navy,” Walker said. It had been a good two months since he’d spoken to Lee. Or anyone else from his old team for that matter. Not because he didn’t care, but because they were still enlisted, and last he’d heard, deployed. “I know his contract was up a few months ago, but he told me he passed the physical.”

“He might have, but he opted not to renew and now he’s looking to work with us,” Hank said. “I know his commanding officer well and from what I’ve learned, Lee tends to be a hothead. You were team leader. Is that true?”

“It is.” Walker saw no reason to lie. “He could be a tad arrogant at times and thought his way was better.”

“Did you often butt heads?” Jake asked.

Walker had to be very careful how he answered this question, but only because he wasn’t sure if he was being asked because they were still unsure about him being a team player, or if they wanted an honest answer. “Lee can be stubborn at times and he always has an opinion.”

“And were those thoughts helpful?” Hank asked.

“Sometimes.” Walker wasn’t lying.

“What about you, Fay? You worked with him,” Hank said.

“You don’t want to know what I think.”

“Yeah. We do.” Hank sat up taller. “And we want you to be honest.”

She shrugged. “I don’t trust him.”

“Like you don’t trust Walker?” Hank cocked his head.

“I never once said I didn’t trust Walker.” Gracefully, she rose. She strolled across the room, lifting the bottle of tequila from its perch on the table by the stairs. She poured a hearty glass and took a sip. “At least not in the same way and it’s Walker that has the trust issues with me.”

Walker lifted his hands. “Not anymore. We’ve worked through that.”

“For the most part.” Fay chuckled.

“So, what’s your problem with Lee?” Hank asked.

She turned and locked gazes with Walker. “Once we finally made it out, Lee confronted me about the execution of my plan to pull Walker’s team out safely. So much had gone wrong before I was even called in. I followed a paper trail that told me there was a mole, but I couldn’t figure out who because whoever it was covered their tracks well. Ultimately, I had to take a risk if I was going to get to them at all and we went in. That was my call. And he thought I made the wrong one.”

“Wait. What?” This was something that Walker hadn’t ever heard. Not from Fay. Not from Lee. Not from anyone. “What exactly did he expect you to do?”

“Wait. Dig a little harder to find out where the leak was before rushing in, trying to make a name for myself. He told me if I had a little more patience, his buddy might not be dead, and you’d still be a SEAL.”

“That’s not really true,” Walker said.

She lifted her drink. “It’s not really false either.”

Fuck. That hadn’t come out right. “If you had waited much longer, we’d all be dead and why was he even discussing a mole? He didn’t believe—”

“He never said mole. He said leak and there is a fundamental difference between the two,” Fay corrected. “And he honestly thought it was me.”

“Why would he think that if you were trying to make a name for yourself?” Jake asked the obvious.

“Lee believed I rushed into rescuing the team, opening the mission up for a number of mistakes, including leaking information, even if it was my accident, because I was up for a promotion, which was true. At least the promotion part was, but I didn’t rush anything.”

“So, you don’t trust him because he doesn’t like you,” Jake said.

Fay laughed. Walker wished he could have pinched or kicked her or something because that wasn’t the right response in front of their bosses. “No. I don’t trust him because he went out of his way not to tell anyone what he believed. If I thought someone was that incompetent, I would have told their supervisor. He chose not to and for that reason, I did a little digging on him and found out—”

“He doesn’t like taking orders from women,” Walker finished her sentence. It wasn’t the first time Walker had come across a man in the military who had problems with women in positions of power. But he hoped it would be the last.

“If that’s the case, I’m not sure he’s going to be a good fit with the Brotherhood Protectors,” Hank said.
Jen Talty. Fay’s Six (Kindle Locations 327-383). Twisted Page Press, LLC.

After dropping the bombshells of Fay staying with him and a former SEAL team member Lee Cameron as well, Jake and Hank take their leave.

For Fay it’s not only Lee’s misogynist attitude that bothers her but also his deviation from assignment. He’s investigating but he’s not where he should be when he should be.

Walker doesn’t like the way things are progressing and Lee just makes it more difficult.

There are many twists in this book, and I love how the relationship between Walker and Fay just heats up the pages.

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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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Mine to Save – Safe Harbor Book 2 by Jen Talty


Mine to Save
Safe Harbor Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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She came to Lighthouse Cove
to put the past where it belonged
and in the process,
she found her future.

Trinity Hughes has spent a lifetime resenting her biological father. However, now that he’s dead, Trinity wants to set the record straight. Her father might have killed one man thirty-five years ago, but he paid his debt to society. She knows deep in her soul that he did not murder sixteen men and she’s going to prove it. All she needs is a little help from the last man who saw her father alive.

After ending a six-year relationship, Local police officer Emmett Kirby has given up on love and family, dedicating himself to a career that has been the cornerstone of his life. And he’s happy to do it. However, when a homeless stranger comes through town and is accused of murder, and then killed right in front of him, Emmett questions the investigation and what he uncovers he not only doesn’t like, but it puts Trinity in the center of a twisted plan that could make her the killer’s next victim.

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This book opens with Emmett being at the front line of a curious takedown. As a police officer he was well aware of a Jeff Allen, wanted for the murder of six men. When he’s confronted by that man, he begins to question his guilt. Although he tries to get the man to turn himself in, he rejects the idea in favor of going out un a blaze of gunfire. He knows the situation shouldn’t have ended that way and his mother, the chief of police, agrees with him. He leaves a packet with Emmett to give to his daughter. Emmett goes through it and takes photos before the FBI gets to it. The contents convince him even more of the man’s innocence.

Trinity has only met her father once. That was when she was sixteen and discovered her father wasn’t dead, he was in prison. She’s carried a lot of resentment because of that lie told to her by her mother and stepfather, although she understands they meant to protect her. He had reached out to her when he was paroled but when she reached out to that location he was already gone, and she didn’t bother looking again.

She’s with her parents when she gets a call from Emmett about her father. He was going to come to her but she insists on traveling to Lighthouse Cove instead.

Emmett negotiates a room for Trinity at his ex-fiancé Melinda’s B&B just before she arrives. Trinity doesn’t want to wait for answers but decides she could use a glass of wine while Emmett recounts the scene with her father.

Melinda’s B&B is top of the line, and she provides a lovely evening snack spread for her guests. Once they’re settled with wine on the patio, Emmett begins.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

Trinity tried like hell not to squeeze the wine glass so hard that she broke it. She stared at Emmett, focusing on his kind, blue eyes. They were like big pools of water, welcoming her to go swimming in them. If she could, she’d dive in.

Emmett seemed like the kind of man who cast a safety net wherever he went.

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. Kathy had been texting and calling all day, driving Trinity crazy. Sometimes, her friend could be overbearing. She’d deal with her later.

“I’m not sure where to begin.” Emmett took a sip of his wine.

Neither did Trinity, but words bubbled to her lips. “Did my father seek you out? Was it a chance meeting?” Her mind spun with a million questions, and she couldn’t compartmentalize a single thing. It was like she was sixteen all over again and had just found out that her birth father hadn’t died but that he was a murderer.

Her life had been turned upside down in a flash.

Two years of therapy and a lot of anger management classes to get her life back on track, but she’d somehow managed to accept that her parents had done what most would have if they’d been in the same boat.

“I believe he saw my police car in the parking lot of the diner and came inside. But I don’t know that for sure because he was nervous when he made eye contact with me.”

“What did he do next?” Trinity took a long, slow sip of her beverage. A few boats drifted by as they returned from the ocean. The sun settled behind the bridge, and the moon appeared in the evening sky. Her heart pounded in her chest. It had been years since she’d talked with anyone who had come into direct contact with her dad.

Guilt filled her soul. She shouldn’t have given up the search.

“He asked if I would give you a message and the envelope.” Emmett sat up, swinging his legs to the side. “Have the FBI or the state police contacted you about what I gave them?”

“No.”

“There was a note for you inside. I have a copy of it, but it belongs to you. They should have reached out to you already. If nothing more than to follow up. Hang on a second.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell. He tapped on the screen and hit the speaker function.

It rang three times before someone answered.

“This is Agent Robash.”

“This is Lieutenant Emmett Kirby with the Lighthouse Cove Police Department. I was wondering if you’d been able to reach Trinity Hughes yet.” He lifted his finger to his lips.

“Actually, we have,” Robash said. “The family has been notified. I’ll be making a statement in the morning.”

Trinity opened her mouth, but Emmett reached out and covered it with his hand.

“I’m sorry. You spoke to Trinity?”

“Lieutenant Kirby, we appreciate your due diligence in this, but I have other things that need my attention. Thank you.” The phone went dead.

“What the fuck?” Trinity jumped to her feet. Wine sloshed out of the glass and onto her white shirt, but she didn’t care. She set it on the small table and patted down her pants pockets, finding her phone. “Nothing. Not a single message.” She found the last text string with her parents and quickly typed a note to them, asking if they’d heard anything. “Why would that agent lie?”

“I don’t know, but I plan to find out.” He took her by the forearms. “Hey. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, don’t worry.”

“Is that federal agent still in town?”

“She works out of Fort Lauderdale, but that’s only an hour south of here. I’ll contact her in the morning. If she doesn’t respond, I’ll go over her head. If that doesn’t work, there are other ways to get information from the feds. Trust me.”

“Why should I?” Trinity asked.

“Because I’m here and I made a promise to your father before he was killed.”

“My father might have killed a man thirty-five years ago, but I know he didn’t murder sixteen men over the last two years. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I concur,” Emmett said. “Please. Will you sit down.”

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You said you had a copy of the note. Can I see it?”

“Of course.” He took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. “I printed this off my phone. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m usually a by-the-book kind of cop. I mean, my mother is the chief of police and would can my ass if I wasn’t because I’d make her look bad. But she knows I did this. So, here you go.”

“I don’t understand. What did you do that is so bad?”

“I took pictures of the file your dad gave to me to give to you that I had to turn over to the feds.”

Trinity laughed. “That was a mouthful.”

“I know. I said it.”

With a shaky hand, she took the piece of paper and held it in front of her face, focusing on the first word.
Jen Talty. Mine to Save (Kindle Locations 513-553). Lady Boss Press.

Trinity is furious that the FBI agent lied about contacting her and Emmett is even more determined to get to the truth.

There are many twists and turns in this book and the attraction between Trinity and Emmett grows throughout the investigation.

In spite of the serious nature of the plot there is laughter, tears and some sizzle as well.

5 Contented Purrs for Jenn!

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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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