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The Lost Sister – The Collective Order Book 1 by Jen Talty


The Lost Sister
The Collective Order Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Hazel Raven is a psychic with precognition abilities. She and her sisters have formed the Raven Agency (private investigators) to help find the lost and heal the broken.

However, when she foreshadows her sister’s disappearance, and arrives at the scene too late, she and her sisters hire the GLOBAL ALLIANCE COLIATION(G.A.C.) for assistance.

Brett Radcliffe is new to the Agency, brought in for his remote viewing capabilities. Finding one of the Raven sisters is his first assignment. He’s excited and at the top of his game, until he comes face to face with Hazel and a past he’s never quite forgotten.

Together they begin to unravel betrayal and treason in search of the missing sister and in the process, they find they are not only cut from the cloth, but they are the future of THE COLLECTIVE ORDER.

With their sister Savannah missing, the Raven sisters request help. That help comes in the form of Brett Radcliffe. Hazel and Brett have a bit of a past, precisely one night, thirteen years ago.

While Brett had looked for her it seemed no one knew who she was. Now they have to find Savannah before it’s too late. They discuss the circumstances where Brett may have felt Savannah as they were looking into a missing person at a coffee shop. Then Hazel’s vision, followed by her request he try to view her.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

“Have you had a vision about where she might be?”

Hazel nodded. “I’ve seen a large body of water, but not an ocean. It looks like a lake surrounded by mountains, and I heard children laughing in the background.”

“Anything else you can tell me, like is the area humid or cooler air?”

“It smelled like my great aunt’s cabin in upstate New York.”

“We’ll go with that,” he said. “I’ll need you to be quiet, unless I ask you a question, okay?”

Hazel nodded.

He rolled his neck and then closed his eyes, fingering each of the objects. The biggest thing he’d learned from his training at the Perception Project had been that he had other psychic talents. They weren’t prominent, and never would be, but they could enhance his viewing capabilities by honing the other ones.

The ability to feel other people’s emotions was one of his strongest subsets. Many called it being an empath, though others considered it to be clairsentience. He didn’t care what you called it, he hated it. Just like he hated feeling the concern rippling from Hazel’s body.

He focused on the connection between Hazel and her sister. A tunnel appeared, like in most viewing sessions. He used that tunnel to transport himself to wherever he needed to be. He saw a beam of light at the other end, and the tunnel walls went from grey, to brown, to a lush green.

He slowed his pace and soon he found himself standing on the ridge of a mountain overlooking a lake. He scanned the area, but didn’t see anything other than pretty greenery and a path.

He grabbed a long stick and headed down the trail. He heard the laughter of children running and playing. The faint sound of a tennis ball hitting the strings on a racket echoed between his ears. The roaring of an outboard engine tickled his senses. A rush of happiness edged its way into his body like a kid on a perpetual sugar high.

As he neared the bottom of the mountain, he saw wooden cabins nestled in the trees. A couple of young boys sat on a tree stump while others raced around, hurling insults at each other.

This wasn’t the right place.

“Did your sister ever attend summer camp?” He hated pulling himself even slightly from his view, but he had to understand why he’d been brought to this area.

“No. None of us did.”

He meandered his way through the cabins and found himself on what appeared to be a fire-access dirt road. Girls ran by, laughing. A young boy, maybe fourteen, smashed a tether ball with his fist. The girl standing on the other side jumped, nailing it with the palm of her hand, sending it back around the pole in the other direction.

Over here. A faint voice echoed from far away.

Over where? He wondered as he continued through an open field, surrounded by cabins. Some older, some newer. His own memories of his days at Camp Quest filled his brain. He walked for what seemed like forever until he came to a small beach. Across from the beach was a house. In the house, he saw Savanah.

You need to come in person, the voice rattled inside his mind. Get out of my view and just view the area. Tell Hazel, because I know she’s with you, that I’m fine, but that nothing is as it appears to be. Before he could channel the connection, it broke.
Talty, Jen. The Lost Sister: The Collective Order (The Raven Sisters Book 1) (pp. 19-21). Jupiter Press. Kindle Edition.

Things heat up in more ways than one as they try to get to Savannah before anything worse can happen to her.

A tangled and twisted story of how some will misuse the gifts these women have. Brett and Hazel have a bond and they both experience changes in their gifts.

A page-turning read, with lots of suspense, action and a sizzling romance!

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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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A New Order – Witches Academy Book 1: The Collective Order Spinoff by Jen Talty


The New Order
Witches Academy Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Harnessing her powers as a witch was easy, being the princess of the New Order was something no academy or amount of training could have prepared her for.

Cinnabar (Cinn) Knight understood that her parents and her aunts and uncles were the glue that held the collective order in place. Growing up, she accepted she was different, but she had no idea how special, or how powerful she’d become. Not only that but no matter how much training she’d received, she was ill-prepared to become the princess of the New Order. Worse, that her prince, Axel Grove, the arrogant bodyguard assigned to keep her safe from the Elite Brotherhood and those who wanted to the balance of psychic power to fall in the wrong hands, thought she wasn’t capable. As a matter of fact, he believed she was nothing but a spoiled witch who didn’t have what it took to lead the New Order into the future and beyond.

What do eight enchanted witches have in common? They’ve all attended the Witches Academy of Sorcery in the Big Easy, the foremost school of magic in the world. From coast to coast, each of these bewitched women will work at becoming who they are meant to be, using their powers to the fullest capacity.

This is a multi-author series these books are coming soon:
Natalie Ann – Passionate Vision
Judith Lucci- Seer of Justice
Suzanne Jenkins – Secret Royalty
Anna Celeste Burke – Kitchen Magic
S. R. Mallery – Endangered Spells
Margaret A. Daly – Wickless
Tamara Ferguson – Enchantress

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Cinn has a life away from Lake George and her family, NY city is exciting and her modeling let to a role on a daytime drama. Now she’s been summoned home, the event they’ve been waiting for is close to becoming reality. Cinn has always been a strong witch but she’s out of practice. Something she’s not willing to admit.

Axel is a werewolf, he’s also Cinn’s mate. He’s been trying to move on since Cinn left to pursue her dreams but he loves her still. Her parents sent him to pick her up at the airport and Cinn is not happy. Axel is the one who chose to stay behind, he could have done his art in the city and stayed home instead of keeping them together.

These two have to find common ground or they will lose the coming battle. There’s also Cassidy who Axel has been seeing, he’s been thinking in terms of not having his mate and settling for less. She has different ideas and isn’t happy Cinn is back.

This is a favorite scene.

For years, she’d tried to get him to go to the city and be some kind of starving artist. But that wasn’t who he was and had nothing to do with protecting his pack and following a long-honored tradition. He was proud to be of one of the oldest packs in North America. The Lost Keepers had a long history in the Adirondacks, and he wouldn’t dream of leaving the land of his ancestors. It wasn’t just about doing the right thing; it was about being a part of something bigger.

“I still paint, and I have my own dedicated studio. I’ve even sold a few pieces.” He sat up tall, puffing out his chest. He might not have made a million or had any kind of showing in some big gallery. However, a few pieces hung in a local hotel and the owner had asked him to do a few more.

It wasn’t much, but he’d gotten a lot of gratification from knowing locals and out of town guests alike would be able to appreciate his work.

“That’s wonderful, but don’t you want more?”

He shook his head. “I have everything I could ever want right here, at home. Why can’t you understand that?”

“I won’t be staying here forever,” she said softly, looking down at her perfectly manicured fingernails. They were long with light-blue, sparkly polish.

He used to love how they felt digging into his back and tickling his spine, but those days had long since passed.

“You made that abundantly clear when you made me chose between you and my family.”

“It never had to be that way.” She took his hand, lacing her dainty fingers between his thick ones, curling them together, creating heat, sending it right to his heart. “I didn’t choose between my family and career.”

“But you did. You just haven’t realized that’s what you’ve done.” He sniffed.

Cassidy.

Fuck.

Cinn yanked her hand, stood, and spun. “What is that beast doing here?” She snarled, almost as if she were the werewolf.

Cassidy strolled into the moonlight.

Axel had to admit, the wolf was a beautiful creature with her shoulder-length, auburn hair, green eyes, and tall, lean build.

But she wasn’t the mate for him.

No matter how much he wanted to get Cinn out of his mind, heart, and soul, there was no replacing her.

“I heard you were back.” Cassidy stood behind the rock, resting her human hand on his shoulder.

He should shrug it off, but he didn’t. Leading Cassidy on would only cause her heartache in the long run, but he couldn’t bring himself to take a step away.

“How long are you staying?” Cassidy asked.

Other than the warriors in his pack, very few knew the real reason for her return. He stared at Cinn for a long moment, both seemingly searching for the right answer, unsure of what that might be.

“You’re not going to like this,” his father’s voice cut through his brain like a hot branding stick. “But you’re going to have to tell her—”

“Like hell I will,” Axel projected.

“You don’t even really like Cassidy that way.”

“Not the point. I don’t want everyone else thinking we’re together.”

Cinn inched forward, flicking her finger. Dust took ahold of Cassidy’s hand.

“Ouch. That hurt.” Cassidy shook her wrist. “What the hell did you do that for, witch?”

“Because I don’t like your paws on my man.”

Axel could hear his father laughing in the distance.

“Not funny, old man.”

“Your man?” Cassidy asked with disdain dripping from every syllable. She glanced over at Axel.

“Yes. Mine. So back off.”

He exhaled through his nostrils. “Cinn wants to discuss the possibility of us getting back together.” He nearly choked on the lie. “I should have told you.” He really didn’t owe Cassidy anything. They had no ties to one another other than her family was well respected in the pack.

“And you’re considering this?” Cassidy took a step back.

“Cinn and I have a history. Our families are connected.”

“We belong together.” Cinn inched closer, resting her arm over his shoulders. She smiled, pressing her lips against his cheek.

“You’re making a big mistake,” Cassidy hissed. “She’s going to rip your heart out. Again. And then run off to her city and her show and leave you licking your wounds and I’m not going to sit around and wait to pick up the pieces.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Axel said, letting out a long breath, putting a little space between him and Cinn. “I’m sorry, Cassidy.”

“Right.” She took off running toward the woods. No doubt, she’d shed her clothes and change.

Seconds later, he heard her howl at the moon.

“You didn’t have to be so cruel or rub it in her face so harshly.”

“Are you seriously going to tell me you’d consider a life with her? You’d be satisfied leading your pack with her at your side?”

“Do you have someone else in mind?” He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to his chest, his lips so close to hers he could feel the heat pouring from her pores. He licked his own, staring into her blue orbs, daring her to kiss him.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said so softly he could barely hear her.

He tried to tell his body to stop, but even his mind wanted to taste her, even if for one tortuous moment. He pressed his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue inside with a broad stroke, finding every tasty crevice. Every muscle in his body ignited with a million firecrackers. “What did you mean, exactly?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “She’s always just made me crazy. Ever since we were little, she’s told me she was going to steal you away from

He let go of Cinn’s arms and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I don’t belong to you anymore. You made that clear. If I want to be with her, that’s my choice. But for the sake of the future of the New Order, I will do my duty and fight alongside you to defeat Zelig. If we die, we die. If we don’t, you are free to go back to your life doing whatever it is you do, and I will choose whoever I want to lead my pack with me. Is that clear?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He wiped his lips and strolled off toward the woods and back to his home.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. “Sleep well.”
Jen Talty. A New Order: Witches Academy Series Book 1: A Collective Order Novella (Kindle Locations 402-455).

Axel and Cinn are going to her family’s private island to reconnect and work to strengthen her powers. Some new things pop up and then there’s the problem of the upcoming battle with Zelig.

Plenty of heat in this book, Axel and Cinn are mates and when it comes right down to it neither one of them wants to settle for less than the love they share.

Not so much action as planning and trying to figure out who to trust. Finding ancient artifacts and unlocking key elements are key in their battle.

This is not the end. The New Order needs to have all the Queens, and Cinn with Axel as her King is only the first.

I can’t wait to read the other books 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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Color Me Free – The Monroes Book 3 By Jen Talty


Color Me Free
The Monroes Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Ethel Monroe has dedicated her young life to helping the less fortunate by volunteering in organizations such as the Peace Corps. However, she wanted to do more, and when Casper Walgreen offered her a position in his non-profit organization, she couldn’t refuse. Casper was notorious for being the first one to bring relief to communities that suffered natural disasters. He often worked hand in hand with pharmaceutical companies to create vaccines, cures, and treatments for the illness that plagued the world.

Casper had been her idol.

That was until she met him.

In his youth, Casper thought he could change the world by getting his hands dirty. Now he’d past his fortieth birthday, he’d become a cynic after realizing politics always got in the way, and he understood that money talked more than action. Using his family’s millions was the only way he’d ever achieve any of the goals he’d set for himself the day he graduated with a Ph.D. in International Disaster Psychology. Only, he thought he could have done it differently. He did the best he could with the resources that he had. He knew he that his programs did some good, but understanding how the corrupt system worked, he concentrated on making sure that every penny and every donation he made actually went to the needy and moved on to the next good cause. He couldn’t save the world, but he could make an impact.

And then in walked Ethel to his life and flipped it upside down, making him question everything. She showed him a side of the world he’d never seen and brought him back to his roots, making him want a life he hadn’t thought about in years. But was he willing to risk his heart to make the necessary changes he’d been too afraid to deal with in the past? Or would he continue to live his life in a bubble, pretending to make a difference?

This book opens with Ethel meeting Casper Walgreen for the first time. She’s a high school senior at the time and definitely has a crush on him. Her interest is far deeper than that though. She aspires to work for his foundation and possibly get an internship there during college.

Casper was gracious and flattered by Ethel and she reminds him of himself at that age. Full of hope and determined to make a difference in the world.

Now Ethel is interviewing with Casper. However the job isn’t what she believed it to be. Almost disheartened she continues to listen to him describe what he was looking for. More than an assistant but more of a second in command.

This is a favorite scene.

“Your resume intrigued me.”

“Why?”

“Because it read like mine at your age, only I didn’t take the job you’re in now. I couldn’t stomach it and you’ve lasted a year.”

“It’s not the worst. The pay sucks, but I knew that going in. The hours are long, but hell, I’m a workaholic, and I do feel like I’m making some headway.”

“But you want to do more.”

“I do. I want to get my hands dirty again.”

“You could always go back to the Peace Corps. They have programs for repeat offenders,” he said with a grin and a slight chuckle. “Or work for the organization here in the States, overseeing programs.”

“I want to be able to jump from situation to situation, both international and domestic. I followed your career and your foundation, and I knew the day I watched you land after Hurricane Mauve hit and what you did there, both personally and with your people, that I wanted to do that.”

“What the media shows and what really happens are two totally different things,” he said.

Once again, Devon interrupted them as he set down the meals and removed the empty appetizer plates. But this time, Devon knew not to say a word and tiptoed away quietly.

Quickly, she stirred her salad and tossed her dressing. “I understand there’s a lot more that goes into disaster relief. I realize you can’t helicopter in, drop supplies, and save the day. It takes years to rebuild and make real changes. But I can’t sit idly by and do nothing, and sometimes I feel like that’s what I’m doing.”

“And coming to work for me you believe things would be different?”

“Wouldn’t they?” she asked.

“Yes. But perhaps not in the way you think. However, you wouldn’t know unless I hired you,” he said. “If I did offer you the position, would you be able to start next week?”

“That might be tough as I’d have to give my two weeks’ notice.”

“Would you be willing to work a few nights and weekends? Unless there is a disaster, I’ll be in town, and I would really like to go over a lot of information with you before you start work in the office.” He waved his fork in the air. “And there is a charity event this weekend where I could use some help soliciting some money. I think people are pretty sick and tired of me asking for it, especially since they think I’m a rich bastard and I don’t need it.”

“Your family is worth millions.”

He frowned. “I’m well aware of what my family has, but my father didn’t bankroll this organization, and while he does donate and I’m not poor, I don’t have the kind of money it takes to save a small country when a category five hurricane destroys their island.”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” Fuck. She needed to slow down and think before she opened her mouth. “What I meant to say is that I can understand why some people might not want to write you a check based on your family’s bank account.”

“Which is why I need someone else to help me.” He pushed his plate to the side. “I only get so much from the government. Without donations, my organization can’t help those in need. And while I have good people running individual projects, I need someone by my side. Someone I can trust.”

“I think I fit that profile.” She wiped her fingers on her napkin and set it over her half-eaten salad. “And I can make myself available after work for a few hours and on weekends. Hire me and I’ll put in my notice today.”

“There’s a catch to my offer.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to start you out with a three-month contract. If it doesn’t work out, you walk away. You’ll get another three months of your salary for your trouble and I’ll give you a good recommendation.” He tilted his head. “Unless you aren’t all that you add up to be on paper.”

“Are you offering me the job?”

“I am.”

She stretched out her arm. “You’ve got yourself a right-hand woman.”
Jen Talty. Color Me Free: The Monroes Book 3 (Kindle Locations 248-281).

Now Casper has a bit of a problem, he sees Ethel as more than just an assistant, he intends for her to take over the foundation. He feels burned out and his heart just isn’t in it the way it once was. It’s not just the work it’s the loss of someone he loved very much, he hasn’t recovered from that. There’s also the attraction he feels toward Ethel, something he’s not sure he knows how to deal with.

Ethel senses something is up with Casper, she can’t pinpoint it but it’s there. She’s figured out the crush she once had hasn’t gone away instead it has intensified.

I love the way this story unfolds, with secrets revealed and friendships rekindled. All while the attraction between them goes from simmer to full on flame.

I confess I haven’t read the other books in this series, but they are now on my TBR pile.

5 Contented Purrs for Jen!

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Jen Talty

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

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

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


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Protecting Freedom – Special Forces: Operation Alpha – Search and Rescue Book 4 by Jen Talty


Protecting Freedom
Special Forces: Operation Alpha
Search and Rescue Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Katina Freedom made a huge mistake when she’d been sixteen and she’s been paying for it ever since. However, she’d paid her debt to society and all she wanted to do was ease back into the community, get a job, and live a quiet life without drawing any attention to herself.

She’d managed to turn her life around and even found herself a boyfriend. A good man. A man she could love.
Only, it seemed fate had other ideas for her and now she has to choose between the past and the future.

Parker “Baby” Roman is tired of playing the field. He might be young, but he’s ready to settle down and have a family and he has his sights set on the sexy, but aloof hostess of his favorite local water hole.

But Baby is ill-prepared to find out the woman of his dreams is a convicted felon and being with her could ruin his career. However, he’ll have to set all that aside when Katina’s life is on the line. He’ll do what it takes, but then he’ll have to let her go.

Or will he do what is in his heart?

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Katina has served her time and was even able to get a degree. She’s just making ends meet so any additional shift she can get at Sans is a plus. This shift started better than most when her boss Clover offers her the position of day manager. The position is one she can ill afford to pass up, not many places give convicted felons a chance.

Parker ‘Baby’ Roman is thinking it’s time to settle down and the woman he has in his sights is Katina. There’s something about her that very much appeals to him and it’s not just her looks. He just needs to convince her to go out with him. While he does manage that, it’s Katina who plans the date.

Although she almost didn’t go, she talks herself into it and of course not everything goes well. Especially when an ex of Baby’s makes an appearance as they wait for their table.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’m not picky. Wine is wine. Whatever the happy hour special is will work just fine, thanks.” She climbed up on the stool while he ordered her drink.

“Did you get all caught up on your sleep?”

“I did and I also managed to get all my laundry done and binge-watch a new show. I’d say all in all the last two days have been quite productively relaxing.”

She laughed as the bartender set her drink down.

“Cheers.” Baby held up his beer. “To a great first date.”

She clanked her glass and sipped. “That implies there will be a second. I haven’t agreed to that.”

He tilted his head. “Are you going to shoot me down before we even get off the ground?”

“No. But let’s see how this night goes before we call it a first.”

“Fair enough.”

“Baby?” A tall blond with very large breasts slinked over and looped her arm around his shoulders. “Awe, who put Baby in a corner?”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, successfully removing her slippery fingers from his body.

Christ. How the hell could Katina be jealous already? How stupid was that?

“Hi, Haley,” Baby said.

“What are you doing here?” Haley asked. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“I was on a mission and just got back a couple of days ago,” he said.

“And before that?” Haley asked, leaning closer, pressing her fake, extra large tits against his arm.

“Busy.” He shifted farther away.

“Haley, this is Katina, my date,” he said.

“Oh. I see.” Haley pursed her lips and patted his chest. “Always on the prowl,” she said with disdain dripping from every word.

“And you’re always causing trouble,” Baby said.

“It’s a gift.” She did a little curtsey. “We need to talk. We have unfinished business.”

Katina so wanted to tell this woman to fuck off, but she’d refrain.

For now.

“I don’t think we do,” Baby said with a narrowed stare. “I think you should go. I’d like to get back to my date.”

“You owe me at least a conversation,” Haley said. “Considering all that we’ve been through.”

“Even if he does, now is not the time.” Katina picked at her thumbnail. So much for keeping her mouth shut.

Haley looked Katina up and down with a scrutinizing glare. “So, you and Baby, huh? How long have you been seeing each other?” She planted her hand on her hip and pushed it out to the side, making her big, fake boobs jiggle. “Because I doubt it’s been very long.”

“Haley, let’s not do this, okay?” Baby set his beer down. “Don’t make me be a jerk.”

“I don’t have to make you act like an asshole when it comes to women, because you are one. I just want to know if there was any crossover between me and this chick.” She reached between them and snagged a bar menu.

“We were never a couple, Haley,” Baby said.

“You look like a nice girl, so be prepared for a couple of nice dates and in a couple of weeks, or his next mission, be prepared to be dumped.”

Katina laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Haley asked.

“He’s the one who should be worried about being dumped. I’m only using him for his really large dick. When I’m bored, I’ll move on.”

Baby spit his beer out, spewing it across the bar.

Haley gasped. “You two deserve each other,” she said under her breath as she stomped off.

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

She couldn’t believe that she had to force her gaze from diverting to below the belt simply because Haley hadn’t made some ridiculous retort about the size of the man’s penis. Of course, Katina struggled with the idea she even said it, but that was a different story entirely.

“Me neither, but she was being a bitch and you didn’t deserve that.”
Jen Talty. Protecting Freedom: Search and Rescue Series (Special Forces Operation Alpha) (Kindle Locations 253-286).

Other than a flat tire the rest of the date goes well and Katina agrees to a second. However there is one very important thing Baby doesn’t know about her and she knows she has to tell him.

Katina’s hand gets force when a sleazy reporter shows up at Sans, she knows she’ll have to tell Baby about her record, and hope they continue their budding relationship. His threats and innuendos are blatant, she has nothing to do with her parents and she certainly doesn’t know where any inheritance her grandparents left might be.

Un fortunately Baby hears it first from Haley and the reporter, but he isn’t even a little put off by it. Although, he does call Tex for more information.

For the moment the reporter shows up things take a twist, and some very interesting occurrences lead to some action and suspense. I love the way this relationship grows and heats up. Katina’s limited knowledge leads to some very funny passages as well.

I can’t wait to see if Jen writes more in this multi-author crossover 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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The Lost Connection: The Collective Order – The Raven Sisters Book 4 by Jen Talty


The Lost Connection: The Collective Order
The Raven Sisters Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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Gabe Underwood will do whatever it takes to protect his family and the woman he’s destined to love, even if that means spending a year with the Elite Brotherhood planning their demise.

Since the death of his adoptive mother, Gabe has known exactly who he is, and what he must do, but it comes at a price. In order to save his brothers and the Raven sisters to ensure the Collective Order will reunite and restore balance to the paranormal world, Gabe must play a deadly game of cat and mouse. He must betray those he loves in order to prevent the Elite Brotherhood from destroying the future.

If he fails, not only will he never be able to hold his one true love in his arms, but the powers psychic realm will forever land in the wrong hands, killing, him, his brothers, and the Raven sisters.

Willow Raven has loved Gabe for as long as she can remember, but he’s broken her heart for the last time. She will stop at nothing to make him see the error of his ways and prove to him that the Elite Brotherhood only wants to channel their powers and use them for evil. However, she’s ill-prepared for the battle that Gabe has pulled her into or how she’ll have to fight to save not just the man she loves, but the future of a new order so powerful it will change the face of the universe.

Once again I’ve started a series at the end instead of the beginning, but I wasn’t disappointed in the least. I am going to go back and read the rest of the books in this series because I am now very intrigued as to how all these folks finally got together.

This book opens in the past on the day Gabe’s mother dies. He makes promises to her then even as she drops major surprises on him. She also gives him a ring to give his soul mate. Now the circumstances that follow that day have Gabe causing his soul mate Willow great pain, but there is a valid reason. Part of which is General Mallard who is also Gabe’s father.

Willow agrees to meet with Gabe to talk, he in turn sort of traps her so things can be explained. That doesn’t start out well, but eventually things start to come together for Willow. Betrayal is in the wind as Willow helps Gabe connect with his brother, they are going to have to escape and it’s not going to be easy.

This is a favorite scene.

“But we don’t really want to escape. We need to keep Caleb close. Real close. We need to find Roger. It’s the only way to end this.”

“Didn’t you say he was going to give you a few days alone with me?”

Gabe nodded. “He just went back on his word. He’s been using you from the start.”

“That’s funny,” Gabe said. “You don’t get it. I never went AWOL. I never turned on our country. Or you for that matter. I did what Mallard told me to do in order to ensure today would happen. If I hadn’t, Hunter would have never been found and his aura would be used as a weapon.”

“You really expect me to sit here and wait until Mallard comes up with a plan, or Roger and Caleb decide to show their ugly faces?”

“Yes and no.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Only Willow could turn colorful language into something beautiful.

“It means that I think it’s too dangerous to leave, but I like your plan on going to the space between. That’s doable. And I, too, can bring objects back from the virtual plane. The original plan has always been to make Roger think I was turning you against your sisters.”

“And how were you going to make them believe that?”

“I’ve been planting the seed for the last year of how vulnerable and in love with me you are and how you’ve been looking for me and are desperate to reach me.” He winked. “You’ve made that kind of easy to prove.”

“That’s a fucking lie.” She poked him in the chest.

“Perhaps I’ve embellished a little.”

“More like you’ve woven a tall tale,” she said. “But it is an ingenious plan.”

“Why, thank you.” He glanced out the window. “Get that protective shit going. I’m going to reach out to Brett.”

She nodded.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his brothers. They’d all shared one womb for seven months, but they’d shared a common bond their entire lives. They didn’t need to know each other to understand one another.

“Hey, Brett. It’s Gabe. Can you hear me?”

“Barely, but yes,” Brett said, though it was more like a muffled whisper than anything else. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Willow is protecting our energy,” he projected. “And she thinks it might be safe to meet in the space between.”

“Not here. Not tonight. There are too many unfriendlies out there to risk something we haven’t done before without more backup,” Brett said. “I did a remote view, and there are at least six that we can count.”

“Holy fuck. That’s not good. Caleb promised me time. This sounds more like an ambush.”

“I did overhear them say there would be a changing of the guard at four in the morning. I’ve been watching their walks around the perimeter, and it seems they do it every hour on the half hour, but they have holes and now that we can talk, it might be a good idea to plan an escape during one of those checks, but before the changing of the guard because I think they plan on attacking then.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be in touch.”

“Before you go, Hazel wants to know how Willow is holding up. More importantly, she wants to know if she’s removed any of your limbs.”

“If looks could kill, I’d be dead; that’s for sure.” Gabe let out a long breath. He’d crossed paths with all of his brothers at one point or another, and it had killed him not to be able to put his arms around each of them and let them know how much he cared.

And to prepare them for the hell that lay ahead.

Especially for Hunter.

But even Brett had to deal with his own torture.

“For the record, I only went to work for Caleb because Mallard said it would be the only way to save all of us in the long run.”

“We’ve been filled in. Now it’s our turn to save your ass and make sure that you and Willow don’t have to become protectors and outsiders at our table. I won’t have that.”

Gabe blinked and gasped. Willow’s eyes turned a bright orange as she glowered. “Thanks.”

“I have a message for my sister.”

“That’s interesting. I can hear you,” Hazel cut through the fog.

“This is probably too much energy, and my wrap is weakening,” Willow said. “But I think Mallard and Riley have it wrong and they shouldn’t keep us apart.”

“We were just talking about that,” Brett said. “Let’s touch base in a couple of hours. Chad and Savanah are doing some research at Perception Project. Farrah Milestone has some interesting ideas on the subject.”

“Has she been read into any of this?” Gabe projected. “I know she and Mallard have a history.”

“I believe she knows more than she lets on.”

“Time to cut this connection,” Willow said. “My wrap is deteriorating.” She waved her hand and shut it down. “Sorry. But I could feel Caleb’s men, and I didn’t want to cause too much suspicion.”

“That makes sense. They will be expecting our powers to intensify.”

“We need to get to a space where we can breathe easy for a short time so we can explore exactly what our skill set is going to be, and I don’t think it should be in Baltimore. I’m thinking we should head north. Maybe to Lake George, New York. Do you remember that awesome little cabin we rented?”

“How could I forget.” Boy, had that been a week for the sexual record books.

“You know, my car is by the entrance to the park.” Willow hooked her ankles behind his knees.

He rested his hands on her shoulders. It felt as if he’d come home to be in her arms again. He’d missed her so much that he almost told Mallard to go fuck himself. There were many times he nearly went AWOL, but every time he even thought about it, his mind’s eye was bombarded with all the horrible outcomes for himself, but more importantly, for innocent lives.

And he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he allowed that kind of loss to happen on his watch.

But he could live with a broken heart and so could Willow. If she knew the choice he’d made, she’d be okay with it, only he didn’t want to have to use that to make her understand and have her come back to him and love him again.

He wanted her to love him for who he was, not what he’d done because any decent man with half a soul would do what he’d done for the sake of mankind.

“Mine is right out front,” he said. “And it’s filled with two AK-15 assault rifles, a couple of machine guns, three handguns, and a few grenades.”

“Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you have a bulk box of condoms in your nightstand,” she said with a laugh.

“Not a bulk box, but I do have a couple, in case you’re interested.” He waggled his brows. He knew her words were tongue in cheek, but if she pushed, he wouldn’t shove back.

Nope.
Jen Talty. The Lost Connection: The Raven Sisters (Kindle Locations 517-574).

As Gabe works on rebuilding the lost trust with Willow they also realize they are missing a major piece they will need to win the coming battle.

As they all converge at a cabin in Lake George, some things start to come together as their visions merge and they see two possible futures or is it really only one…

Fast-paced with interesting powers, a unexpected ally, lots of surprises and some sizzling heat.

I wish I had started this series from the beginning, but I loved this outcome. I’m going back to read the others now.

5 Contented Purrs for Jen!

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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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Christmas in the Sand – Holiday Romances Book 3 by Jen Talty


Christmas in the Sand
Holiday Romances Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Jen Talty

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After Eliana Quinn’s ex-husband left her for another woman, she traded in the snowy mountain tops in Vermont for an outdoor Tiki Bar in Jupiter, Florida. She’s determined to make it on her own, but when she sees her purchase for the first time, she worries she may have sunk every penny she had into a business that she might never get off the ground. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the contractor she hired to do all the work, took her deposit and ran. She needs nothing short of a miracle if she’s going to pull off a holiday opening. However, she hadn’t expected it to come in the form of her super sexy, but gruff and aloof neighbor.

Levi Grayson spent twenty years serving his country as a Navy SEAL. An injury forced him into an early retirement. Shortly after that, his wife left him and for the last two years, Levi has been licking his wounds. He’s angry, bitter, and the last thing he needs is a new sexy neighbor making him question his life decisions. He does whatever it takes to avoid Eliana until a shady businessman runs off with her money. Levi will help her any way he can, but as soon as she’s got her business up and running, he’ll go back to being the cranky captain of a fishing charter.

Christmas in July is so much fun and in some the snow can help cool you off. This book however takes place in Florida, so cooling off isn’t an option.

Eliana has big plans now that she’s away from her controlling now ex-husband. She’s purchased a property that is perfect for her business. A restaurant/bar and marina she intends to make a success. She’d done everything long distance and now she’s about to see the progress made by the contractor she hired. Unfortunately that progress doesn’t exist and it’s her one marina tenant who breaks the news about the fraud and disappearance of said contractor.

However, Eliana has a problem with men who seem to take things into their own hands. She has to do this on her own, at least she thinks she does.

This is a favorite scene.

She pulled into the parking lot at Castaways right next to Levi’s pickup. She assumed he’d gone fishing. That probably hadn’t gone over too well with his family. She remembered one such holiday morning that had been sixty degrees back in Vermont when Gino decided to play eighteen holes while she slaved over a turkey feast for his family.

Looking down toward the docks, she noticed Levi’s boat. She frowned. He’d been a tough read. He came off a little rough around the edges and aloof, but also a bit like a true gentleman, which threw her for a loop. She wanted to dislike him for his crude comments and the distant way he came off, but that proved to be hard when he’d been so kind, giving her the nasty news of her contractor.

But it was his kindness that also put her on the defensive. If she’d learned anything from her failed marriage, it had been that good looks were always a lie, and most men were selfish bastards.

She slipped from her vehicle and gasped when she noticed the freshly trimmed entrance to the bar area. She eyed Levi standing with his back to her in front of the dock area as he chopped down one of the dead trees. Her eyes soaked in his raw sexiness, reminding her that she was still a woman, but when he raised the ax again, rage flared deep in her gut.

“Hey,” she yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Good morning to you too. I brought a thermos of coffee, and I actually have an extra mug. Feel free to help yourself.” He raised the ax and slammed it back down into the trunk of the palm tree. The fluid motion of his flexed biceps held her captive.

A thick lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to swallow, much less speak. She opened her mouth twice, but nothing came out. Third time’s the charm. “I don’t want coffee. I want to know what you think you’re doing and why?” She planted her hands on her hips, squeezing tightly, needing something to hold on to.

“Making room for smaller, more colorful plants. Or maybe you can open this up and have a sitting area down by the docks like some of the other restaurants down here. Either way, you’ve got to clear this place up.”

“And what makes you think I’d want that tree down or that I’m even ready to start with the landscaping?” Anger flared with every syllable.

“Well, you don’t want to leave it like this. That would be stupid.”

“Are you calling me stupid? Are you implying I don’t know what I’m doing?” Men. Were they all alike? What made them think they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted? And why did they all think women weren’t capable of doing anything but sitting there and looking pretty? “I have a degree in hotel and restaurant management.”

“I thought you might like some help clearing all this stuff out. No need to get defensive.”

“You have no idea what my plans are for the landscaping or any other part of this establishment, and I resent you taking matters into your own hands.” Nothing worse than a pushy man who thought he knew what a woman wanted or needed. “For all you know, I have a crew coming here any minute.”

“I doubt that. It’s Thanksgiving. And all I’ve done is remove dead trees and bushes and trim back the overgrowth. I don’t have any intention of planting or anything like that. Just trying to help. Be neighborly. Considering what Scott did to you, I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“Well, you’re obviously not married, in a relationship, or have a business partnership, or you’d understand that what you just did was overbearing, controlling, and just plain rude.”

“Rude? Helping someone in need is rude? Since when?” He glared as if to shoot daggers from his eyes.

“Since I didn’t ask, and I don’t need or want your damn help.” She stepped behind the main bar and cringed at how badly warped the wood had become. She’d hoped it would be salvageable for some kind of opening in a few weeks. She’d filed for her liquor license, which had come in the mail, and she had all the necessary paperwork to open the bar and grill. She even had a few local bands lined up, which at this point she’d need to pay regardless. All she needed was a working space to do so and a few employees.

She reached above her head at the rolling metal wall, but it didn’t budge. Without the ability to lock the bars, she couldn’t stock them. Of course, no way could she serve anyone from behind these suckers. And where would anyone sit, and what and where would she cook? Talk about a clusterfuck. She twisted her hair and pulled it up into a messy bun.

Think.

Solve.

No problem is too big to tackle.

You got this.

Levi took a white rag and wiped the sweat from his brow. “If you want to get this place opened, you’re going to need help, and I’m willing and so are a couple of my buddies.”

“Why? What’s in it for you and your friends?

What do you want?”

“We all have jobs, so this would be a second gig for all of us, but a small paycheck would be nice.”

“Well, that’s a huge problem because I don’t have any money.” Bitterness smacked her throat. Try as she might, she couldn’t swallow it. The nasty taste lingered in her mouth like garlic cheese fries.

“I’m willing to help you for free boat storage.”

She needed that money to pay her bills. “It’s damn fucking presumptuous—”

“Do you want to make a go at this place? Or do you want to toss in the white flag? Because rumor has it that Stephanie Peters has a client who wants to snatch this place up along with other properties, and they want to build condos or some such shit.”

“Who is Stephanie Peters?” she asked with a huff. “And how do you know she wants this place?” A wave of dizziness rolled over her body like a wave crashing into the shore. It retreated only to smack into her a second time. Selling would give her a little cash to live while she found a job.

Her heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach. Gino told her she’d never make it on her own. He’d actually laughed in her face. The sound echoed in her memory like an old record with a dusty needle creating static as it skipped over the vinyl, repeating itself over and over again, grating on her nerves until she went mad.

“Because she came by here yesterday looking for you,” he said with a fair amount of irritation in his tone.

Eliana planted her hands on her hips and scowled. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I don’t have your number, and I’m telling you now.” He tossed his hands wide as if he’d been accused of something he hadn’t done. “Look. The locals around here don’t want more condos, especially on the Riverwalk. They want Castaways on the Inlet and have been excited ever since they heard it would be reopening. I’ve got a few good men who are willing to help you for—”

“Why would they help me?” She held up her hand. “Wait. Back that up. Why would you ask them to help me?”

“Because if you’re up and running, I get more business.”

“Fair enough.” She admired that he at least admitted he had skin in the game. “And your friends? What’s in it for them? Because no one does anything out of the goodness of their heart. Everyone has a motive.”

“I never thought I’d meet anyone more cynical than me.”

“Just answer my questions.”

“Either Scott took their money, or they don’t want to see this property turned into the pool area for a condo association, closing it off from the rest of the Riverwalk.” Levi narrowed the gap, leaning against the bar. The sunrays peeked through the bushes where he’d managed to trim. A motorboat filled with laughing girls trolled by. A fishing boat with a single man and his dog eased by in the other direction. A group of kayakers headed across the inlet. Everything she envisioned was unfolding right in front of her eyes.

If she concentrated carefully, she could picture people milling about on a sandy floor, drinking and laughing while a country band played on the stage. The moon would dance on the Intracoastal waters and the light from the Jupiter Lighthouse would guide the boats through the inlet and right to her docks. This could be the “it place” for cocktails, live music, and bar food. Not a sit-down experience, but a casual atmosphere where you could kick back and chill.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t have any money to pay people to work here right now. I’m not even sure how I’m going to hire a staff for opening week.”

“Like I said, I’ll work for free boat storage, and I’m happy to be a bouncer, which you will need, especially on weekends. I’m also a good bartender.”

“Well, aren’t you freaking Prince Charming.”

“Not even close. I just like to keep busy, but more importantly, I’d love to see anyone who got taken by that scumbag, Scott, rise to the top, in spite of that asshole.”
Jen Talty. Christmas in the Sand: A Holiday Novella (Kindle Locations 300-370).

Eliana’s meeting with Stephanie just proved Levi’s point about her. This makes Eliana even more determined to make this venture a success.

There is a process for both Eliana and Levi to come to terms. Their pasts are defining their actions where relationships are concerned. Being together in the process of getting the bar ready to open just increases the heat between them.

The help she gets from Levi and his friends isn’t going to be enough and the option proposed to her is going to be hard to turn down.

Fun, snarky and romantic with some suspense and sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Jen!

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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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Alaskan Christmas – Holiday Romances Book 2 by Jen Talty


Alaskan Christmas
Holiday Romances Book 2
By
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Jen Talty

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He was the second date that should have lasted a lifetime.

Flynn Wagner didn’t have time for relationships. Her career as a headhunter in New York City was the only thing she truly cared about, outside of her parents. When her dying mother asks her to go on their much-anticipated trip to Alaska without her, Flynn can’t deny her mother’s request. Shortly after her mother’s passing, Flynn sets off to the frozen tundra and the Mistletoe Lodge. She’s prepared to hear endless stories about her mother. However, nothing can prepare her for coming face to face with the one man she couldn’t get out from under her skin.

Colton Granger left Alaska and joined the Army when he’d been eighteen years old. He swore he’d never return to his hometown. But when his father has a heart attack, Colton decides it’s time to return to the Mistletoe Lodge and help his mother keep the business running during the winter months while his father recovers. He never expected to open the doors to the lodge and find the woman who had changed his life forever standing there in high-heeled boots, a winter coat that didn’t keep a person warm, and a killer smile that would soon melt his heart.

NOTE:
Originally published as part of the “Christmas at Mistletoe Lodge: New Holiday Romances to Benefit St. Jude Hospital” boxed set.

I can see how hard it would be for Flynn to take this trip to Alaska without her mother. It was something they were going to do together. The Mistletoe Lodge is run by Flynn’s mother’s best-friend Renee and her husband, it’s also where her parents spent their honeymoon. The one thing she was grateful for was that their son Colton wouldn’t be there.

Colton was Delta Force and after his last tour his father had a heart attack. He’s left active service, returning home to run Mistletoe Lodge while he tries to convince his parent to move south. He knows there’s a VIP guest coming, his parents have conveniently not said who it is.

Since Colton and Flynn were kids their parents seem to thing they’d make a great couple. What they don’t know is Colton and Flynn had a week long fling in NY. The parted ways, her for her career, him for a tour overseas.

While I got a kick out of their first meeting at the hotel, the scene in the lodge after dinner is one of my favorites.

“Even if this goes through, I’ve got more deadlines I’ve got to meet. Is there something else we can do to boost your internet?”

“That’s about as good as it’s going to get.” Colton stood in front of the bar and poured himself another glass of wine. Nothing beat a full-bodied cab on a cold Alaskan night.

Except maybe a hot brunette with her long legs wrapped around his waist in his bed.

No. Fuck. Having her this close was going to drive him crazy.

Trying to make himself comfortable in the recliner, he snagged his tablet and brought up the local newspaper, skimming the headlines, determined to go through his evening routine as if the scent of lavender shampoo wasn’t filling the air in his cabin.

Hannah groaned and rolled to her side. At least he got to keep his dog nearby.

“I need this to go through tonight.” Setting the computer to the side, she stood and stretched. Her shirt tugged from her pants and showed off her milky skin. “It says it’s got fifteen percent left, so hopefully it goes through.”

“Why can’t you just email it as an attachment?” Acting as if he didn’t care, he scrolled to the next article. Not that he knew what the first one had been about. “Or we have a fax machine in the office at the hotel that works fine.”

“It has to be through the portal so my client can access the information and résumés.” She breezed past him and filled her glass, finishing off the bottle.

“That’s your third one.”

“What are you, the wine police?” she asked with a fair amount of snark.

He chuckled. “Just wouldn’t want you to be hungover tomorrow.”

He had a point, so she’d make sure to sip and drink lots of water. Her computer dinged.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “Just fucking great.”

“I take it your files didn’t upload.”

“Nope. And that means I have to refill out all the parameters, and that’s going to take me a half hour. I’ve told my boss a hundred times he needs to fix the site when this crap happens, but nooooo, does he listen to me? Of course not. He thinks that anyone who has a problem with the portal outside of the office is on them, and to quote him, they need to suck it up and deal.”

“Your boss sounds like my first staff sergeant. He expected us to take full responsibility for him and his mistakes. He actually said that was our duty. We decided it was our honor to make sure he got nailed for his incompetence.”

“I should have gotten these résumés and portfolio profiles loaded yesterday, and I didn’t.” Flynn leaned against the back of the sofa and folded her free arm across her middle. She stared out the window. The moonlight caught her dark hair, making it shimmer in its soft glow. “If I had followed proper protocol and completed this in the office, I wouldn’t have to do it remotely, and I wouldn’t be in this situation. So, the only incompetent staff sergeant here is me.”

Why did she have to make it impossible for him to dislike her? “Grab your computer and come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“My bedroom.”

She coughed, nearly spitting out her wine. “Like hell.”

“Relax. I have the internet hardwire coming in through there. It might work over the Wi-Fi connection.” He snagged her computer and headed up the stairs, trying to remember the last time he’d had a woman over.

Last October. Halloween to be exact. A short-lived affair with a woman who worked at one of the booking huts up the road. It had been perfect because she wouldn’t be returning. A nice clean break and until this moment, he hadn’t given her a second thought.

Yet Flynn had consumed his mind for years.

“I hope this works,” Flynn said.

“It should. The connection is always more powerful since it’s direct.”

“Shit,” she said under her breath. “My laptop doesn’t have an input for a hardwire.”

“Ah, she forgets what I did for a living.”

“I didn’t forget; I never really knew,” Flynn said. “Other than you worked in Intelligence for Delta Force.”

“Specifically, IT and communications.” He pushed open the master bedroom door. Hannah raced through the threshold and leapt onto the king-size bed, circling three times before she made herself comfortable on one of the pillows.

“Oh, my God.” Flynn set her wine glass on his mahogany chest and ran her fingertips across the wood. “This is amazing. Does it take up the entire top floor?”

He nodded. “My folks let me remodel when I moved back home. The plan is to do the downstairs and make this place the honeymoon suite.”

“Where would you live?”

“I’m hoping at the end of this summer season, they move to California, and I’ll move into the main house.” He led the way into his office, setting her computer on his desk and hooking it up to the internet wire and his big monitor. “Otherwise, I’m moving into a room at the hotel.” His mother would prefer him to live in the house with them, but she had a tendency to mother the hell out of him.

And he didn’t dare bring a woman home for a one-night stand under those conditions. Not that he did that often, but still, he liked to keep his options open.

“You’re going to run this place? Permanently?” Flynn stared at him with unblinking eyes. “You left Delta Force, a career you said you loved, to return to a place you said you’d never live again, because of your father’s heart attack? That’s noble but shocking that you’d do it long term.”

“You’re surprised that I’m an honorable man?”

She reached out and palmed his cheek. “I can see you taking an extended leave of absence to help nurse your father back to health and to maybe talk them into selling this place. But running it? You told me that while you loved growing up here, you didn’t ever want to live here again.”

“Nearly dying at the hands of the enemy in a hostile territory tends to change a man’s perspective.” Curling his fingers around her dainty wrist, he searched her eyes for anything that told him a kiss would not be welcome. He licked his lips in anticipation of tasting her sweet strawberry flavor. Everything about her sent his senses into overdrive. Three years ago, he found it nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself.

Tonight would no different. Only this time, he would show some self-restraint, self-restraint, starting right now. He pressed his lips against the palm of her hand. “Why don’t you sit down and get your work done. I’m going to go take a shower.” He snagged his glass of wine and turned on his heels. He would not make the first move. Hell, if she made a move, he’d protest. He might not fend off her advances for very long, but he’d at least make it a legit attempt.
Jen Talty. Alaskan Christmas: A Mistletoe Lodge Novella (Kindle Locations 453-508).

It was lots of fun watching Flynn battle with her emotions where it comes to Colton. From hot to cold to jealously and back again on the excursion with the sled dogs.

Of course her job gets in the way, and this time there doesn’t seem to be a way out for her. Plenty of ups and downs, some twists and turns, some sizzle and lots of romance as these to figure out what they really want.

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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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Corkscrew Killer – New York State Troopers Book 9 by Jen Talty


The Corkscrew Killer
New York State Troopers Book 9
By
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All Kendal Rose wants is to put the past where it belongs and have started fresh with the rest of the Wine Wednesday group. However, when her friends are murdered, one by one, and Kendal is the best suspect, that becomes impossible.

New York State Trooper, Ryder Vaughn has one shot to get his career back on the right track. At first glance, the Corkscrew case appears to be open and shut. Only, Ryder smells a setup and he can’t let another innocent person go to jail.

Will Ryder and Kendal be able to solve the corkscrew murders before Ryder is forced to slap on the handcuffs and send the woman he’s falling in love with to prison? Or will Kendal end up in a body bag?

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Sometimes the past is painful and when you finally feel you can let it go, it just comes back to haunt you.

After reaching out to her group of friends they agree to get together to really put everything behind them. Kendal is the first to arrive and orders the same thing they had every Wednesday night when they were students here. It’s murder that interrupts that reunion, the murder of the woman they were waiting for. It’s Kendal who can identify her, she recognizes the cowboy boots Sylvie Leticia was wearing when Kendal dropped her at the hotel.

To top it all off, when she returns inside to get her purse along side the detective in charge, there’s an corkscrew in it. Something she doesn’t carry with her, even the wine they ordered had a screw top not a cork.

Just to make things more interesting, the detective in charge is one Ryder Vaughn, is Kendal’s boss’s ex-husband. Now just to be clear, Kendal is a criminal defense lawyer, but she is surprised when Sarah Moffit her boss comes to defend her. The thing is she really didn’t do it and there is a lot of circumstantial evidence that points to her.

Ryder doesn’t think Kendal is guilty, but she is definitely being set up, unfortunately for him, it seems he is also being targeted to fall.

This is a favorite scene.

The kitchen light clicked off, and Ryder headed for his car. He stopped in the middle of the street and wasn’t sure if he was amused or mortified. “Guess I’m busted.”

Leave. Run. Do anything but engage with the person of interest.

Ryder stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way back to Kendal’s house. “What gave me away?” Curiosity was going to get him fired.

“I saw the bushes move and your silver pendant caught the light from my neighbor’s house.”

“So, why call me out?”

“I thought you might be hungry?” Kendal asked, holding up a sandwich in one hand and her glass of wine in the other.

“Actually, I am, and I love mustard.” He put on his most charming smile. “Thanks.”

“What would Jared say if I called him and said you were peeking into my windows?”

“He knows I’m here,” Ryder admitted. “Thanks to my ex-wife, your boss, I’m on a very short leash.” He snagged the sandwich and took a huge bite. “Oh, my God, that’s good.” He took her hand and tugged her to the front stoop. “Let’s sit and talk like civilized people.”

“Are you generally uncivilized?”

He took another bite, enjoying the spicy mustard flavor as he plopped himself down on her front stoop. “I can honestly say I’m almost always a gentleman.”

“Really? I think Sarah would beg to differ.”

He laughed. “I can only imagine what she might have said about me.”

“Why are you here?” She took a sip of her wine.

“You’re a person of interest in an alleged murder. I’m doing my due diligence.” He stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed slowly while he held up his finger. “Why are you feeding me?”

“Because I want information, so consider it a bribe.”

“What do you want to know?” he asked.

“Do you have any other suspects? What other angles are you checking into?”

“I can’t tell you any of that.”

She tapped her pretty little toes on the pavement.

“You’re barefoot,” he said.

“I don’t like shoes. Arrest me.” Her glare tore into his body like a rocket screaming toward the sky. “I take it you have questions for me?”

“I noticed Seth gave you a ride home. Are the two of you heating things up?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. Not even close. Tonight was the first time I’ve seen him in years.”

“How many years?” He’d keep asking questions until she told him to leave.

“Maybe six or seven.”

“Has he tried reaching out to you? Text messages? Emails?”

She shook her head. “I hadn’t planned on seeing him at all this weekend. I don’t think any of the other girls had planned on it either.”

“Why not? You were all very close at one time. I mean, he was your boyfriend at one time as well as Sylvie’s. Why leave him out?”

“Because he’s not part of the Wine Wednesday gang, and the history he brings to the group would make things awkward. Any other questions?”

“I’m surprised you’re still talking with me.” He rubbed his hands over his jeans and stood, tired of looking up at the dark-haired beauty with killer legs that went on forever. “I’m sure my ex-wife has filled your head with a lot of negative things about me.”

“I make my own judgments about people, but since we’re discussing this, I get the impression you think I’m guilty.”

He waved his finger in the air. “Nope. That is where you are wrong. Despite that I believe the murder weapon was found in your purse, my gut says you’re far from guilty.”

Kendal’s eyes grew wide.

“Surprised?”

“Honestly, I don’t believe you, especially since I found you poking around my house.”

He smiled. “I followed your friends to the hotel and then came here because I’m concerned for your safety.” He didn’t have a good handle on the case. The details hadn’t come together, allowing him to formulate the basis of his investigation, but every bone in his body screamed that Kendal was being set up.

“You’re not concerned for my friends?” she asked with scathing glare.

“We have someone driving by the hotel.”

Kendal laughed. “The only reason you’re here is to find a way to make sure I’m viewed as the killer.”

“Wow. Sarah must really be telling some tall tales.” He raked a hand through his hair, giving his scalp a good scratch.

Kendal blinked, her long lashes floating in the air like a butterfly. “I think it’s best you leave.”

“Thanks for the sandwich,” he said. “Maybe when this is all over, we can have a drink to go with it.”

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

“I know, crazy, but I’m that confident you’re not guilty.”

“And I’m confident you’re full of shit.”

“Because my ex-wife said so? You know, she used to talk about you when we were married. Never anything good, but that’s because she’s jealous of you, and now that I’ve met you, I totally understand why. You’re everything she’s not.”
Jen Talty. The Corkscrew Killer (Kindle Locations 516-560).

Things go sideways pretty quickly as her one of her other friends is killed and the other goes missing.

A romance that begins in spite of the fact it shouldn’t and the investigation that leads to Kendal and Ryan hiding out to do the research needed to figure all this out.

I love this series and I am way behind in it. I’ll have to work on catching up to this book soon.

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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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Saving Love – Brotherhood Protectors World: Saving Series Book 1 By Jen Talty


Saving Love
Saving Series Book 1
By
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The only thing Alabama Love wanted was to provide a safe home for her son, Wyoming, away from her abusive husband. When she landed in Eagle Rock, Montana, she thought just maybe, she might have found the perfect place to start her life over and give her son the kind of future he deserves. But sometimes the past has a tendency of catching up to the present.

And in her case, the past could prove to be a deadly future.

Only one thing really matters in Wayne “Dakota” Newark’s life, and that’s family. When his wife passed away from breast cancer, he left the military and joined the Brotherhood Protectors in order to provide a more stable life for his two little girls. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his kids. But when his nanny quits, he finds himself having to trust a woman he doesn’t know and that doesn’t settle right in his gut. All in the name of protecting his family, he does some digging into Alabama’s past.

Unfortunately, his prying into her background disturbs a hornet’s nest that has the potential to destroy both their worlds.

And now he’s tangled up with a woman who has not only stolen the hearts of his precious girls but has taken his hostage and now he wants to spend the rest of his life protecting her and her young son.

That is if he can keep them all alive.

 

Alabama needs a job to support her son, this last interview hadn’t worked out for her either. With no real experience she was having a difficult time finding anything. She was fortunate to have this tiny house on Dakota Newark’s Broken Spur Ranch and he had offered to help her find a position. Now she was going to have to talk to him about that. While deciding whether to wait for the nanny Candice to leave, she’s witness to said nanny being fired.

Dakota is immediately faced with a dilemma of being in two places at the same time and Alabama steps up to solve that problem for him. This leads him to hire her as his nanny, it also brings into question how deep to look into her background since he’s pretty sure she’s running from something or someone.

She clutched at her pendant dangling around her neck. It carried a picture of her and her son on the day of his birth. But behind that was an image of her parents and her when she’d been five years old. It was the only thing she’d kept from her past. The only thing she had linking her to her old life. She missed her parents. She wondered if they hadn’t died her junior year in college if she would have fallen so hard and fast for Josh. Maybe they would have seen what a heartless bastard he was and saved her from five years of hell.

“I don’t mean to pry, but the girls didn’t mention what your wife died from?”

“Breast cancer.” He scratched at the side of his face and let out a puff of air. “She was diagnosed when River was two and died two years later. River only remembers her being sick, which breaks my heart. I try to give them all the good memories of their mother as often as I can, but they are my memories, not theirs.”

“But they had a loving mother, and they have pictures and videos.” Her son, thankfully, would have nothing to remember his father by. “And they have you. They think you walk on water.”

“They also think all dads should have wives and have made it their life mission to find me a good one,” he said with slight chuckle.

“I’m aware. They showed me a list they have compiled of potential women for you, but they told me they haven’t vetted them all yet.”

“Vetted? They actually used that word?”

“Oh yeah. Sky even said your boss, Hank, was going to help her with the process.”

“Oh, good Lord.” He tossed his head back and laughed. “And dare I ask why they showed you this list?”

“They started by crossing Candice off the list.”

“Oh, thank God. Besides her basically being a child, she’s so not my type,” he said.

“She’s only five years younger than me.”

He arched a brow and glanced to the ceiling. “That makes you twenty-eight?”

“I’ll be twenty-nine on Valentine’s Day,” she said, wishing she hadn’t enlightened him on the date of her birthday, much less her age, though now she wondered his and hoped maybe she was under what he considered too young. Sadly, she’d always preferred older men. That’s one of the reasons she fell so quickly for Josh.

“I’ll have to remember that and treat you to something special.” He winked.

She waved her hand. “Oh, no. Please don’t. I hate birthdays. And this one is just one shy of a big one.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I just turned forty, so you don’t get to say that to me. Besides, knowing my girls, they put you on the dating list, so even if they don’t know that Valentine’s Day is your birthday, they will be up to playing cupid.”

“Wonderful,” she mumbled. “No offense to your daughters, or you, but I’m not looking.”

“Neither am I, but Sky and River have it in their heads that I need a girlfriend. I’ve explained that I don’t. However, they have my stubborn streak and their mother’s inability to let things go. I will have a little chat with them, but can we humor them for your birthday? We kind of make a big deal about birthdays because that’s a celebration of life and having lost their mother, well, we like to make the living feel important.”

How the hell could she say no to that? “As long as it’s nothing too fancy, got it?”

“Got it,” he said.

The oven dinged.

“Of course, you might fire me after this meal.”

His laughter was cut short the second he opened the oven.

She stood and peered over his shoulder. “Oh no. How did that happen?” She stared at the goop that had bubbled over the rim of the metal pan she’d put all the noodles, meat, sauce, and a couple different kinds of cheese in. She’d followed the directions, for the most part, so she wasn’t sure why half her concoction was burnt on the bottom of the oven.

He snagged some hot mitts and pulled out the so-called lasagna, setting it on the rack next to the stove. “You overfilled the pan and might have put in too much sauce and cheese, but it smells good.” He took a fork and a cut out a small portion. Holding it up to his mouth, he puckered his lips and blew.

For the last few months she’d lived on takeout and the occasional microwavable meal. Back in the day, her palate couldn’t tolerate such things, but today, all she cared about was putting calories in her body. Her stomach knotted as she gnawed at her fingernail.

“You look absolutely terrified,” he said with an amused smile.

Fear crept up from her toes all the way to the tip of her tongue. If this were Josh standing in front of her, she’d already be on the floor with a few bruises for ruining the oven.

“It would be such a waste if that meal isn’t eatable. And I’m so sorry about the oven. I will clean it tomorrow.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Once it cools, I’ll scrape what I can, and then it will self-clean. You don’t need to worry about it at all.” He gave the pasta one more good blow before he shoved it between his teeth. His eyes grew wide before he turned and spit the contents of his mouth into the sink.

She covered her mouth with a gasp, taking two steps back. Her hands trembled. She resented how quickly certain situations would send her spiraling into the scared woman Josh created. When she left, she promised herself she’d never let another man make her feel the way Josh had.

“I can honestly say I’ve eaten worse.”

Panic took over her mind. No matter what she told herself about how kind Dakota had been since she’d moved in, he was still a man, and he still had fists.

He glanced over his shoulder as he tossed a napkin in the trash. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, but you did say it could be bad.”

She nodded, trying desperately to control her breathing. She’d never had a panic attack until after she’d gotten married. And in the last couple of years, they came regularly. While in the underground, she developed strategies on how to deal with them, but currently nothing was working. As he closed the gap between them, her lungs burned while she tried to take in a deep breath.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He held his hands up.

Clutching her necklace, she pushed her back against the wall. “I know,” she whispered. But she didn’t know anything except she felt as though she were still a caged animal.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered. “It’s just a dinner that didn’t come out right and a mess that can be cleaned up. Nothing to get upset over.”

Intellectually, she knew that.

But her past reality dictated something entirely different. She opened her mouth but all that came out was some high-pitched strange noise that made her sound like some pathetic person. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired. It’s been a long day,” she managed to croak out in what she hoped was a strong tone.

He reached out and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You still need to eat dinner. I’m going to order pizza, wings, and salad. Does that work for you?”

“You don’t have to feed me. I’ve got some—”

“I insist.” He rested his hands on her shoulders. “I don’t know what happened to you, and I’m not going to ask you a lot of questions about it right now, but I want you to know that I will make sure you and Wyoming are always safe in my home.”

A burst of rage moved through her bloodstream. “You keep saying that, and I don’t understand why. I don’t need your protection.”

“I’ve seen this kind of thing—”

“I’m not a client of yours. I haven’t hired you to protect me from anything.”

“I understand that,” he said with an arched brow. “But I’ve seen women on the run before and—”

“On the run? That’s what you think? Wow.” She sucked in a deep breath, hoping it would give her some courage as she patted his chest and maneuvered around him. “I suppose your job puts those kinds of ideas in your head. Now, it’s getting late, and I need to put Wyoming down. Sorry my dinner didn’t work out. I’ll do better next time. See you tomorrow morning.”
Talty, Jen. Saving Love: Brotherhood Protectors World (Saving Series Book 1). Twisted Page Press LLC. Kindle Locations (491-554). Kindle Edition.

Things get pretty intense as Candice with her boyfriend start harassing Alabama. However it’s her boyfriend’s family that concerns Dakota and the Brotherhood Protectors the most.

This is a quick read because you won’t be able to put it down. There are plenty of twists in this tale along with action and some frustration. All that and some laughter, tears and a simmer to sizzle romance.

I love seeing the Brotherhood Protectors and the new additions to the crew. I have to go back now and read the others Jen Talty has written in this 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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Jim Beam – It’s All In The Whiskey Book 4 by Jen Talty


Jim Beam
It’s All In The Whiskey Book 4
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Nearly five years ago, Cheyenne Hawkins came to Whiskey Ranch for one thing: to train to be the best. When she left, she was confident she’d be at the top of the rodeo circuit until a dizzy spell landed her in the hospital and she found out she left the ranch with much more than she expected. However, Cheyenne was already engaged to someone else. Cheyenne told herself it was for the best if she stayed away from JB. She told herself she loved her fiancé, and she had a career to chase. And that’s exactly what she did. Five years later, divorced, she’s one of the best cowgirls in the circuit, and her four-year-old son, Jimmy, couldn’t be prouder. The last thing Cheyenne wants is to see JB Whiskey, but when he shows up at a rodeo and spots her with their son, she realizes she must face the music and tell him the truth.

She can handle his anger. She can even deal with JB not wanting anything to do with her or her son, but nothing could have prepared her for the idea that JB would demand she allow their son to come to the ranch for an extended visit so they could get to each other.

Jim Beam Whiskey never thought he’d be living alone. He always believed his brother, JD would be his roommate forever. They both shared one major common bond: a broken heart. But his brother went off and did the unthinkable and found himself the kind of love that heals a wounded soul.

Well, JB had done that once, and Cheyenne ran out him, leaving him to pick up the pieces for the second time. He vowed, there would never be a third. That is until he sees a young boy with a double shot of JB’s eyes and a hauntingly familiar smile. JB doesn’t need a paternity test to know he’s Jimmy’s father. However, he is going to need to find a way to forgive Cheyenne for leaving him all those years ago as well as proving to her that he can change and be the kind of father Jimmy needs and the kind of husband Cheyenne deserves.

Five years ago Cheyenne spent time at the Whiskey Ranch training with JB. During that time they fell into a relationship and when her fiancé shows up on the last day it very near broke JB. He wouldn’t let her explain and she married the man she left the ranch with. That didn’t work out for her once she discovered she was pregnant. There was no way it could be her husband’s child.

Cheyenne is been back on the Rodeo circuit, her goal is the same as it’s always been, win and beat the world record. This rodeo in Nevada is where she started her career and as of today she would end it.

JB has to pick up a couple of horses at the rodeo and he brings JD’s wife’s assistant Paget along to help with them. Normally he’d watch the events but his plans were to avoid Cheyenne. That is until he sees Jimmy and realizes he’s Cheyenne’s son and looks just like him.

After her ride there was some conversation until Jimmy joins them. The scores were about to be announced.

This is a favorite scene.

Cheyenne squinted, covering her eyes from the glare of the lowering sun’s rays stretching through the wide-open barn doors. “Who’s that?”

“Paget. She was a stall girl when you were at the ranch. We’re here picking up a couple of horses,” JB said. “Sorry. But look who I found. Paget is a fan.”

“It’s such an honor to officially meet you.” Paget stretched out her arm. “That was an amazing ride. I tried bronc riding a few times and realized I should stick with basic horseback riding lessons and training.”

“Well, those are the most valuable skills because without them, I wouldn’t exist.” Cheyenne tipped her hat. “I remember you, and you had to be the hardest working person in that barn.”

“She still is.” JB pointed toward the corral. “They are about to announce the scores.”

Cheyenne glanced around nervously for Jimmy. “Do me a favor. If, by a miracle, I did break the world record, please help Katie keep Jimmy away from the press. He’s never been photographed.”

“Why?” JB asked.

“Because I didn’t want reporters questioning his paternity on camera before I had the chance to come clean with his father,” she admitted.

“Who’s his dad?” Paget asked.

“I am,” JB said, puffing out his chest.

Cheyenne clenched her jaw. She knew everyone on Whiskey Ranch would know by daybreak, but she didn’t need him announcing it to the world now.

“Oh, Mylanta,” Paget said. “Everyone knew you two were an item back then, but I didn’t know—”

“And my son doesn’t know yet, so please, can you keep that piece of information to yourself.” Cheyenne sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She hadn’t meant to sound like such a bitch. “Jimmy expected to meet his father this summer; he just doesn’t know he’s already met him.”

Paget twisted her hair between her fingers. “Did you know?”

JB shook his head. “And I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry, Cheyenne.”

“You have my word. My lips are sealed,” Paget said.

“All right. I have to go.” Cheyenne smoothed down the front of her chaps.

Jimmy strolled into the barn carrying a large bucket of popcorn. “Mommy. You better hurry. They’re about to call out the times.”

“Wish me luck, little man.” Cheyenne leaned over and kissed her son. “You’re my good luck charm.” Tears welled in her eyes as she turned her back and waltzed toward the corral.

No matter what happened, her life would never be the same again.

She took her place in the center of the ring. Bronc riding was very much a male-dominated sport, and she’d often been treated as the ugly stepchild, even when she’d proven herself as being the best of the best.

The announcer continued to rattle off the competitors and their scores.

“And now we have the last man, or shall we say, the last woman standing,” the announcer said.

Her cheeks hurt from smiling. Her heart beat so fast she figured everyone could hear it pounding in her chest. She didn’t need to beat the world record. Going out on top would be good enough. She kept her gaze on her son. JB had picked him up and held him on his hip, and it didn’t sour the moment.

Not even close.

It was actually a great weight off her shoulder to see her son with his biological father. A moment she’d been dreaming about since the day Jimmy had come into this world.

“It is with great honor that I not only present the winner of this year’s bronc riding competition, but more importantly, that I get to announce that you, Cheyenne Hawkins, just made history.”

She gasped, clutching her chest.

“You broke the world record with 93 points, and you are the first woman to take that title. Congratulations.”

The crowd roared and jumped to their feet. Cowboy hats flew in the air. She wiped the tears that burned a path down her cheeks. She turned in a circle, waving as one of the rodeo helpers brought a horse for her to take a victory lap. Wasting no time, she mounted the beautiful animal and made a beeline for her son.

What the hell. This was her last moment. Her final ride. She wanted Jimmy by her side. She wanted the world to see her pride and joy. After today, she could hide out at Whiskey Ranch until the shitstorm blew over.

If there even was one. Everyone knew she had a kid, and no one ever questioned who the father was, and since she kept her private life just that, it had never been a problem. Most people just assumed Jimmy’s father was her ex-husband, and she never corrected anyone.

“Whoa.” She pulled back on the reins in front of the stands where her son and JB stood. “Hey there, little man. Want to take a victory lap with your mommy?”

“Can I? Really?” He glanced between JB and her with wide eyes.

“Hop on,” she said.

JB lifted him over the railing and set him in front of Cheyenne.

“Congratulations. I had no doubt.” He reached out, cupping her chin. Leaning over, he pressed his lips firmly on her mouth, letting the kiss linger for what seemed like a good minute.

Which was fifty-nine seconds too long.

Hell, he shouldn’t be kissing her at all. Not with a million people watching both in the stands and at home.

And what the fuck. Why was she kissing him back?

“You better take the lap,” JB said as he patted the horse’s backside.

She made two full circles around the corral before making it back to the center. She dismounted, helping her son to the podium.

“So, Cheyenne. How does it feel?” the announcer asked.

“It’s bittersweet,” she said, holding Jimmy’s hand. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I was about the same age as my boy here.” She glanced down at him and smiled. “As you know, this was the very first rodeo I competed at, and when I came here today, I knew that no matter what happened, it would also be my last.”

A collective gasp followed by deadpan silence filled the late afternoon summer air.

She scanned the stands. Everyone still stood, but now they all held their hats while they stared at her with open mouths and shocked gazes.

“Everyone here I’m sure is wondering the same thing I am. Why?” the announcer asked.

Her son tugged at her sleeve. “You’re not going to compete anymore?”

She shook her head. “I’ve loved the rodeo, and I’m sure I’ll always be a part of it, in a different capacity. But it’s time for my son to spend a little quality time with his father instead of being on the road with me all the time.”

“Really?” Jimmy jumped up and down. “When?” he asked as if they weren’t even in front of a sea of people.

She ignored his questions for now. “I want to thank all the fans. You have made my comeback the most incredible experience of my life.” She lifted Jimmy into her arms. “My son and I give you our deepest gratitude.” She handed the microphone to the announcer and stepped from the podium.

Jimmy palmed her cheek. “Mommy? I get to meet my dad?”

“You already have, honey.” She pointed to JB. “He’s your daddy.”

“JB?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes,” she said with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t know he was going to be here, or I would have prepared you both. I’m sorry, little man. I should have told you, and him, sooner.”

Jimmy wiggled and kicked. “Put me down, Mom!”

She did as her son asked, and he took off running with his little legs taking him as fast as he could go. His hat went flying off his head. “Daddy,” he cried with his arms stretched wide.

Cheyenne slowed her pace as JB jumped the fence, bent on one knee, and scooped up his son, hugging him tight.

As he should.
Jen Talty. Jim Beam: It’s All In the Whiskey (Kindle Locations 405-469).

Cheyenne makes two startling revelations to the crowd after taking her victory laps, first she’s retiring and second, JB Whiskey is her son’s father.

JB is more than willing to step into the role of father, but he really wants more. He still loves Cheyenne and she loves him, but the barriers they’ve both put up will be hard to break down. The interactions with Jimmy with JB and the rest of the family are full of love and fun. However, Cheyenne intends to return to Texas with Jimmy only to visit on long weekends and holidays. JB is determined to change her mind, but in order to do that he must say the words.

I loved this story with all it’s ups and down’s, the birth of a baby, some sizzling heat, and so much more!

5 Contented Purrs for Jen!

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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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