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Adrift – Kill Devil Hills Book 3 By Kaylea Cross

Kill Devil Hills Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross



As Hollywood’s newest darling, Becca Sandoza is vigilant about guarding the image and reputation she’s so carefully created. Her career has allowed her to escape her past, but her newfound fame turns out to be a sharp double-edged sword. The nightmare she’s been trying to escape for twenty years has resurfaced. The man responsible knows all her secrets, and his silence comes at a heavy price. She’ll do whatever it takes to keep the past buried and protect the person she cares about most. But when it seems like she’s trapped with no way out, Becca finally turns to the one man she can trust—the one man capable of making her body burn and her heart ache with a yearning she’s never felt before.


Chase Davenport took everything he learned as a Marine Corps combat veteran and is now a sought-after stuntman. Hollywood is every bit as competitive and unpredictable as he expected, but the biggest surprise so far is Becca Sandoza. She’s got a reputation as an ice queen with the media, but it’s clear to him that’s only a mask she puts on to protect herself. Behind the scenes she’s down to earth, kind, and just being around her brings out all his protective instincts. So when she comes to him for help with a dangerous situation, he steps up. She might be totally out of his league, but the more time they spend together, it quickly becomes clear there’s more between them than scorching chemistry. And when the threat suddenly escalates with no warning, Chase will do anything to save her—no matter the cost.

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From the beginning of this book we learn that Becca Sandoza has a major problem. She’s being blackmailed and sees no possible way out of it. Her blackmailer Rick knows secrets of her past and she’s not letting them out, ever. We also get a glimpse of the relationship she has with her mother at the beginning and the bond there is undeniable. She doesn’t have to be on set for the stunt chase but she couldn’t help herself. There’s just something about her co-star’s stunt man that attracts her and it’s not just his good looks.

Chase Davenport and his best friend Ryder are doing a really intense chase scene. It’s the cumulation of much planning and and practice. You can feel the intensity as they go through the scene with the stops and starts to get all the angles. Then with climax with Chase bursting into flames. I swear I was holding my breath.

With Becca’s co-star leaving to start a new project Chase has more scenes with her. One in particular reveals more to Chase than Becca realizes. Her past comes flying back to her as they do that final take. The emotions that flood her have her fleeing after the wrap, but she does seek Chase out later.

We meet Becca’s mother and I really loved the strength she imparts to Becca, the courage to go after what she wants. It was her mother who convinces her to go visit Chase, let him know how she feels.

This is a favorite scene after she arrives at Chase’s home and following dinner with his family.

It gave her pause and made her wonder. Was it better to have experienced that love and security and then lose it? Or was it best to never experience it at all?

She wasn’t sure which caused less damage to a child, but it underscored an important point. Chase and her had something else in common—childhood trauma and loss. “I don’t know who my dad is.”


That was it. No stunned silence, no shocked exclamation or a barrage of questions. Just calm acceptance.

The invisible knots that had been tightening in her stomach eased. She turned to face him, trying to remember all the reasons why she shouldn’t go straddle his lap and wrap herself around him right now. That hard, powerful body under her while she kissed that sexy mouth, poised, ready to take over.

A shiver sped through her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced out the window, trying to rein in that train of thought. “It’s gorgeous out. Can we go sit on the dock for a while?”


He led her outside into the warm, balmy evening air. The cicadas were already singing, the deep blue western horizon across the water was edged with a thin line of orange as they walked to the end of the dock and sat on the deck chairs waiting there.

The water slid past with barely a ripple disturbing the surface, reflecting the stars winking to life overhead. She’d often thought about Chase’s home over the past few months, wondering what it was like. It suited him perfectly.

She settled back with her water bottle, pulled in a deep breath and sighed, letting the peace flow over her. “This is heaven back here.”

He shot her a sideways glanced and grinned. “Okay. I mean, it’s nice, but it’s not like what you must be used to in LA.”

He’d be surprised about that. “I’m serious. It’s private, gorgeous, and you just…belong here. I don’t feel that way about LA anymore.”

“This is home,” he said simply. “I miss it when I’m gone for long stretches. Well, mostly I miss my family. But I love my job and the traveling I get to do because of it. What do you mean you don’t feel that way anymore? I thought you loved LA.”

It felt comfortable to be alone with him like this. No pressure, no ulterior motives. He wasn’t trying to get her into bed, or angling for a favor or introduction to someone. He simply allowed her to be.

He would never know how great a gift that was for her.

“I used to. But since I became ‘famous,’” she said, using air quotes, “it’s different. And someone tried to break into my place the other night.”

His expression darkened. “Were you home?”

“Yes. The alarm scared the intruder off, and one of my neighbors ran over to check on me. The police couldn’t ID the suspect, and the whole incident made me feel…violated in a way.”

“I’m glad you’re okay. Is that why you came out to see your mom?”


He nodded. “Are you getting a security upgrade?”

“Yes.” Not that she could afford it right now. Her agent was currently trying to find her a few smaller projects to work on before her next shoot, to generate some cash. “Anyway, can we talk about something else?”

He watched her for a moment, then relented and eased back in his chair. “Sure.”

They talked until the moon rose and the sky turned a deep, midnight blue, a cascade of stars winking down at them. So many compared to what the light and smog-polluted skies in LA allowed her to see.

They shared stories about the film industry. How she got started in TV. He laughed out loud when she told him a funny story about an audition gone wrong when she was first starting out, the sound so perfect that warmth pooled low in her belly.

He seemed so real. Was he just an illusion? Could he really be as genuine as he seemed?

It was hard for her to trust people. To let them in. She’d learned to protect herself that way a long time ago, and Hollywood had reinforced that lesson. She didn’t want to find out Chase had fooled her too.

She loved every second of this precious, stolen time with him and dreaded the thought of it coming to an end. But when she failed to smother a yawn convincingly, convincingly, he sat up. “Come on, time to turn in before you fall asleep on me.”

She got up just as he reached her chair. Instead of pulling her close or leaning in for a kiss, he walked past her into the house.

She followed, surprised by the surge of disappointment, and berated herself. He’d made it clear he wasn’t going to make a move and after what she’d done, she couldn’t blame him. And it wasn’t fair to go down that road with him again anyway.

She’d seen the way he was with his family, with Ryder. He was loyal, caring, and everything she knew about him said he was into commitment. She couldn’t give him anything resembling a normal relationship. Better to leave it alone, no matter how much she wished it could be different.

Upstairs he got her clean towels and showed her to the guest room. It warmed her insides how he took care of her. He hid it well, but the look in his eyes told her he still wanted her.

Not that he said or did anything about it. Even though they were alone. Even though she’d walked out on him that night, and even though he could have made things awkward between them because of it. In fact, he was doing everything possible to make it the opposite of awkward.

Another wave of longing hit her, so strong it made her chest hurt. She was sick of not being able to have a normal life. Of the world seeing her as some kind of sex object. Of people assuming she was a stuck-up bitch just because she valued and guarded her privacy.

She wanted a man to accept her for who she was. She wanted to be loved for who she truly was, and couldn’t bear to be hurt or betrayed and have her heart broken by someone she trusted. Especially not Chase. She couldn’t handle that.

The urge to go to him intensified. But no. She wouldn’t risk hurting or confusing him any more than she already had.

So she laid in the double bed and curled up on her side, fighting the sting of tears. Chase was the only man she’d ever trusted. And she couldn’t afford to lose the only real friend she had.
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Becca has much fear to overcome and Chase is relentless in pursuing the truth. Things get more than just a little hairy as Becca’s blackmailer, Rick gets more desperate.

I love this family, the Outerbanks and Kill Devil Hills. The sizzle between Becca and Chase is palpable but the trust has to come first.

I couldn’t put this book down, it’s the perfect wrap up to the trilogy.

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Kaylea Cross

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Submerged – Kill Devil Hills Book 2 By Kaylea Cross

Kill Devil Hills Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


Keep your friends close.

Harper Sorenson’s husband died during a security contracting job in Syria more than a year ago. The official report said he was killed in an enemy ambush, but she doesn’t buy it. And until she knows the truth, she can’t move on. When someone tries to silence her, she knows she’s on the right track. Unfortunately, now she has no choice but to rely on the man she blames for everything—her dead husband’s best friend.

And your enemies closer.

Jared Blackmore was there the day Pete died. Gravely wounded himself in the ambush, he still can’t remember everything that happened. His own search for answers results in resistance from every angle, and he begins to fear the worst—that they’re dealing with a cover up. With Harper now in danger, he drops everything to protect her. He might have promised Pete that he would take care of her, but it’s far more personal than that, and he’s worried he won’t be able to hide his attraction any longer. With the bodies piling up and danger closing in, they don’t know who to trust. He must uncover the truth before it’s too late—before they both wind up dead—and before she figures out exactly how much she means to him.

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Harper’s husband Pete died while on a security contracting job in Syria. The report she received from the company doesn’t add up and she wants the truth. She’s been contacting men who worked with Pete and finally one answered her, Tanner. She’s about to meet with him alone, with her brother on the phone, when Tanner’s shot.

In the ensuing chaos, Jared sneaks into her car. He’s been following her to protect her, but she blames him for Pete’s death and for encouraging him to take the job to begin with. The problem is Jared was seriously injured on that same mission and no one is talking to him either. He can’t remember it, he was in a coma and with a severe TBI he doesn’t know if he ever will. That’s why he’s been looking for the same answers, the report from the company has holes and he needs the truth to find peace.

Jared convinces Harper to accept his help and then things start to heat up in more ways than one. With Harper’s brothers helping on the sidelines to keep them out of the line of fire, information is coming but with consequences.

Fast-paced, action-packed with some laughter, tears and a simmer to sizzle romance.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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A New Series! Undercurrent – Kill Devil Hills Book 1 by Kaylea Cross

Kill Devil Hills Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


She’s looking to reinvent herself.

After the worst two years of her life, Aspen Savich has just moved across the country to the Outer Banks, looking to start over and leave her painful past behind. But it follows her anyway, bringing consequences she never could have imagined. Someone is watching her. Targeting her—and they don’t care who gets in the way. She has no one to turn to except the sexy local mechanic who has found a way past all her defenses, never dreaming the kind of danger they’re up against.

He’s about to have his world turned upside down.

Tragedy made Coast Guard veteran Bowie Davenport withdraw from the world around him. He’s lived in Kill Devil Hills his whole life, focusing on work and family. Being alone is something he made peace with long ago—until the sexiest woman he’s ever seen pulls up to his garage in a little red Woody asking for help. There’s no way he can say no, even with his unwanted attraction to her. He tries to fight it, but soon he’s fallen completely under her spell. And when the unthinkable happens, he won’t hesitate to stand between her and the deranged enemy bent on taking her life.

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Aspen Savich sure knows how to make an impression, dressed in the era of her vintage car she visits Bowie Davenport’s garage. She’d been told he’s the best mechanic to fix her car.

For Bowie it’s just another day of running from his past and going to work, until his brother shows up. Chase has been working as a stuntman since he left the military and rarely finds his way home. This is a nice surprise for Bowie and he doesn’t waste time putting Chase to work as they catch up. At least until they here an old motor and she walks in.

This is a favorite scene.

He nodded and paused in the act of setting his wrench down on the workbench at the sound of an old motor outside, driving along the side of the garage. He and Chase looked at each other, both of them trying to figure out what it was, an old game they’d played since Chase was young.

Chase pursed his lips in thought. “Mini?”

Bowie shook his head. “Nah. Wrong pitch.”

A minute later, Barb appeared in the doorway in her shorts and tank top. She aimed a megawatt smile at Chase, twirling a lock of her long blond hair in her fingers before turning her attention to Bowie. “There’s a lady here to see you about her car.”

“Be right there.” He wiped his hands on a rag and followed her, Chase right behind him. No surprise. His little brother was notoriously nosy.

The instant Bowie walked around the corner and saw the woman in question, his feet stopped moving. Chase was so close behind him he had to veer to the side at the last second to avoid hitting him. “You forget how to walk or something?” he said to Bowie on a laugh.

Bowie didn’t answer, too busy staring at the newcomer. Because it was impossible not to.

She was a bit younger than him, maybe early thirties, dressed in a black, fifties-style halter dress with cherries on it, the fabric hugging incredibly lush curves before stopping just below her knees. Both rounded arms were covered in colorful tats from shoulder to elbow. Her shapely calves were bare, leading his eyes down to the sexy, lipstick-red heels on her feet.

With effort, Bowie dragged his gaze back up to her face. Her long, deep brown hair was pulled back from her face in a red cloth headband, except for a shock of white that fell over the right side of her forehead. Heavy black eyeliner defined her upper lids, emphasizing incredible pale green eyes that had him frozen where he stood. A small gold hoop glinted in the side of her nose, and her lips were slicked with glossy red lipstick.

When he didn’t say anything she raised her eyebrows at him in question. “Mr. Davenport?”

Her accent instantly told him she was from somewhere out west, if he wasn’t mistaken. And shit, he was staring like an idiot. “Yeah, that’s me. How can I help you?” he managed once he got his brain back in gear.

“My car needs some work. She’s old.”

“You came to the right place. I’m his younger brother, by the way. Chase,” his brother said, hurrying forward to extend his hand.

She shook it, gave him a polite smile and then dismissed him, focusing back on Bowie. It surprised him as much as it did Chase. His charismatic, Hollywood-handsome brother wasn’t used to being dismissed by the ladies. “I just got into town a few days ago. When I asked around, your name kept coming up as the best with old cars. I don’t have an appointment, but I thought I’d come by and see if—”

“What kind of car?” Bowie asked, more intrigued by her than the mystery car parked outside. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

“’59 Morris.”

British car. Chase hadn’t been that far off after all. “Sure, I’ll take a look.”

She turned away and started for the door, the full skirt of the dress swaying with each step. Bowie followed, unable to tear his eyes from her hips and the tantalizing indent of her waist emphasized by the shiny red belt around it. Damn, those curves should be illegal.

He beat her to the door by a second and held it open for her. She was pretty tall. In her heels she was almost at eye level with him, and he was six-two.

“Thank you,” she murmured and stepped through, giving him a whiff of delicious, sweet-tart citrus on the way past.

He darted a glance back at his brother, who grinned at him, and fought a smile. Wasn’t every day a woman like that walked into his garage.

The noon heat hit him as soon as he stepped outside, and found the lady standing beside a fire engine-red Morris Minor Traveller. “A Woody,” he murmured, unable to hold back a smile. The quintessential surfer vehicle, its back half framed by iconic wood accents.

She nodded and gave him a pleased smile. “Yes, this is Priscilla.” She ran a hand over the curve of the hood, her glossy nails almost a perfect match for the paint color as her fingers caressed it. Bowie wouldn’t mind having her stroke him like that.

“Is something wrong with her?” he asked.

“Apart from being old? I’m not sure, I’ve only had her a couple days. She makes a strange sound when I accelerate. I wanted to get her checked out and fixed up, just to be on the safe side.” She ran her hand over the edge of the roof, the motion elegant and sensual at the same time. “She’s sentimental to me.”

“She’s a beauty.” Not nearly as gorgeous as her owner, but still. “Pop the hood for me.”

She opened the driver’s door and leaned over to pop the latch, giving him a view of the muscles in her bare calves in those sexy heels, the nip of her waist and the flare of her skirt giving him an instant visual of what she’d look like underneath it. Full, lush curves a man could explore for hours. Curves he could wrap his hands around and hold onto while he eased into her from behind.

The thought came unbidden, startling him. He hadn’t thought those kinds of things about someone he’d just met in forever.

Behind him, Chase cleared his throat. Bowie snapped to attention and walked around to the driver’s side door as the woman straightened. He slid into the caramel-colored seat, once again getting a whiff of her clean, tart scent. Yum. “Let’s start her up and see what the old girl tells us.”

He fired up the engine. The starter took a few seconds to catch. There was a definite lag, and when he gave it gas, the high-pitched squeal indicated a potential problem with the belts.

After giving a few other things a cursory check, he turned off the ignition and looked up at the woman. She stood next to Chase, completely ignoring his brother as she cupped her elbows, her full attention on Bowie.

He felt the impact of that pale green gaze all the way to his center. “I’d say she definitely needs a little TLC.”

“I know you’ve barely looked at her, but can you give me a ballpark estimate of cost, just so I have an idea of what I’m looking at?”

He named a price range. “I’ve got time to look at her early tomorrow afternoon, if that works.”

“That’s perfect.” With that she turned and headed straight back inside. Chase lunged over to grab the door for her. Bowie managed to beat him through it, entering right behind the woman, and came to stand at the desk with her while she booked the appointment.

“What’s your name?” Barb asked her with a bright smile.

“Aspen Savich.”

Aspen. A name as unique and sexy as she was.

Barb typed in her name and cell number, then looked at Bowie. “Do you figure you’ll have it ready by closing tomorrow night?”

“Barring any unforeseen problems or special parts I need to order in, yeah.” He turned back to Aspen, caught off guard by the strange tug deep in his gut when their gazes connected. He’d forgotten what that felt like. “But if I come across a problem I’ll call to check with you before doing anything. Right now, I’m just thinking a basic tune-up and checking the belts, nothing too bad.”

She nodded. “Sounds good. Thanks very much.” “No problem.” He held out his hand. “I’m Bowie, by the way.”

She gave him a mysterious smile, those pale green eyes holding a trace of amusement as she accepted his hand. “I know,” she murmured.

The moment their palms touched, he felt that tug deep inside him again. Her skin was soft and warm.

Withdrawing her hand, she glanced at the three of them. “Thanks a lot. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Those amazing eyes shifted to him again, and this time there was no mistaking the leap of attraction inside him. He didn’t like it. “Unless I hear from you sooner.”

With those flirtatious parting words, she slid a pair of oversized dark sunglasses on and walked out. Bowie stared at the closed door for a long moment, her scent still lingering faintly in the air. The sound of the Morris starting shook him out of his stupor and he spun around to head back to the shop.
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Now other than the beautiful woman that has Bowie feeling things he hasn’t for years, neither he nor Chase have spoken to their sister Harper in over a week. This is unusual for her and they’re both concerned.

Now Aspen has a project, a large home on the ocean side of the Outerbanks in the Kill Devil Hills. Part of the inheritance from her great uncle. She’s in the process of repairing and renovating so she can live here. At least she hopes so. So many things were still up in the air. Including a possible appeal since her uncle’s grandson seems to think it should all be his. I love the neighbor and the dog.

Bowie’s sister Harper decides to come for a visit, she’s got some things going on and really needs to be with her family for a bit.

There’s plenty of suspense in this one as Aspen becomes friends with all of them. She’s really afraid her past will destroy the budding friendships and the romantic and sizzling one forming with Bowie.

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

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Kaylea Cross

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Out of Her League – Suspense Series Book 1 by Kaylea Cross

Out of Her League
Suspense Series Book 1
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


She’s on the verge of realizing her dream.

Christa Bailey is one cut away from making the Olympic softball team when threats from an obsessed fan jeopardize her dream and her safety. Forced to put her life on hold until the risk is eliminated, she reluctantly turns to ERT officer Rayne Hutchinson for help, praying the police catch her stalker before she is cut from the team or does something stupid… like fall in love with her unattainable protector.

But her dream has turned into a nightmare.

Having served in the Marine Corps before becoming a cop, Rayne is no stranger to threats. But Christa is worth fighting for, and her stalker is something far more sinister than either of them could have imagined. When the worst happens and her life at stake, Rayne will be forced to put everything on the line to save her.

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This book opens at one of Christa’s softball games. There are scouts there and she’s hoping to make the National Team and head to the Olympics. She’s also noticed a fan who’s beginning to be more of a stalker. It bothers her that his comments can break through her concentration on the game, but when he waits for her and follows her to her car she’s more than a little concerned.

She heads to her best friend’s instead of home because of the creepy feelings left by the guy. Teryl and Drew are very protective of her after her last break up so when she offers Rayne a ride home that instinct comes to the fore. Christa however really likes Rayne and he certainly wants to know her better.

This is a favorite scene.

“I can take you home,” Christa blurted. The others looked at her. “I’m heading home anyway, so I can drop you off on my way. If you’re okay with it,” she added, hoping she wasn’t blushing.

“That’d be great,” Rayne said.

Drew regarded Rayne with an arched brow. “We can trust you to behave yourself alone with Christa, right?”

Rayne winked at her, sending her pulse skyrocketing. “Maybe.”

Christa laughed. “I love it when you get all protective of me. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

“Damn right we’re protective of you.” Teryl had a habit of referring to Christa’s ex as ‘The Shithead’, which was true enough, but she tended to go overboard with the overprotective thing.

Christa picked up the bag holding her dirty uniform and spoke to Rayne. “You ready to leave?”


At the door Teryl leaned up and kissed Rayne’s cheek, then rubbed away the lipstick mark. “Okay, go off and save the world for us tomorrow. But don’t shoot anyone unless you have to.”

“I’ll try and restrain myself,” he said, and let Christa precede him outside. The cool night air was damp and smelled of freshly cut grass, stars twinkling overhead. He followed her to her truck and opened her door for her.

“Oh, thanks,” she said and scrambled up into the cab. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had opened her door for her.

“You’re welcome.” He even closed her door before rounding the hood and climbing in himself. The truck suddenly seemed small with him in it. Well over six feet tall, broad through the chest and shoulders, he made her feel petite and fragile, and with a five-eight medium build, that was saying something. He dominated whatever space he occupied, his confidence so absolute she’d once mistaken it for arrogance. Now she understood he was a natural leader, an alpha male who just happened to be loaded with charisma and sex appeal. As the notches on his bedpost no doubt proved.

She started the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. “You live down by the beach, right?” No sense tipping him off that she’d committed every detail she knew about him to memory. Kind of obsessed, like her stalker, but way less scary. And more pathetic.

As she thought of her fan her eyes scanned the street to see if anyone was following her, but nothing suspicious caught her attention.

“Just down from the pier, on Marine Drive.”

“You must have an incredible view.”

“It’s pretty tough to take, all right.” He swiveled his head to study her, and her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Where’s your place? How come I’ve never been there?”

“Huh?” She shot him a glance. That had come so far out of left field she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

“Drew and Teryl are always talking about how they go over there all the time, but you’ve never asked me over with them. There a reason for that?”

“No, I swear. I promise, next time I’ll invite you too. Deal?”


As he settled back into the seat with a creak of his leather jacket, she caught the tangy scent of his citrusy cologne. It was cruel for a man she couldn’t touch to be so beautiful and smell that good. She had to fight the urge to lean over and breathe him in. Instead, she checked the rearview mirror to make sure she still wasn’t being followed. As awesome a distraction as Rayne was, she couldn’t forget about that weird encounter it the parking lot.

Through her open window, the salt of the ocean teased her nose, the lone cry of a seagull blending with the quiet background music of the radio. In the distance the shadowy forms of the San Juan and Gulf Islands rose out of the Strait of Georgia, the lights of Semiahmoo Resort winking from across the bay. Moonlight shimmered silver across the water, silhouetting the gentle contours of the shore. Crescent-shaped tide pools on the exposed sand glimmered like a scalloped lace hem that stretched the length of the beach. On Marine Drive they headed east, past the people strolling along the promenade and the illuminated pier jutting into the dark tide, past the gift shops, restaurants and ice cream parlors, the trees lit year-round by delicate strands of lights.

With Rayne beside her, she let herself relax. Maybe she was too wound up about this whole stalker thing, she thought as she checked the mirror again. If he hadn’t followed her to Teryl’s, and he wasn’t following her now, then chances were—

“Something wrong?”

She glanced at Rayne, then focused back on the road. “No, why?”

“You seem distracted, and you keep looking in your rearview like you expect to find someone behind us.”

His bang-on observation left her speechless. Maybe she should tell him. He was a cop. But what if Seth was harmless and she was just overreacting? Last thing she wanted was for Rayne to think she was a head case. “Sorry. It’s nothing.”

“Okay.” He let it go. “My building’s on the left at the next corner.” He indicated a condo complex in sleek lines of stucco and glass.

“There you are,” she announced, pulling to the curb. “Front door service with a smile.”

He tipped his head. “And a beautiful one at that. Thanks for the lift.” His grin had her heart tripping.

Flattered, but not allowing herself to dwell on it, she shrugged. “Anytime.” He climbed out of the truck, his jeans hugging his powerful thighs and butt, and she had to will her heart to slow down.

“Don’t forget to call me,” he reminded her as he turned around and shut the door.

“I won’t.” She was more likely to forget to breathe.

“I’ll give you my cell number. That’s the best way to reach me.” He searched in his pocket for a piece of paper and pen, then leaned on the truck to write. “No excuse now.”

“Thanks.” Her schedule was so crazy, between work and ball— “Wait … how about tomorrow night? For dinner,” she clarified when he stood there frowning. She cleared her throat. “I know it’s short notice, but I don’t know when else I’m—”

“I work until seven. Seven-thirty okay?”

Relief flooded her. “Sure. I’ll invite Teryl and Drew too.”

“Okay. Give me your address.”

She recited it, said goodnight and rolled up the passenger window, then pressed a hand to her galloping heart.

Pulling out her cell phone, she asked her oldest friend to be there tomorrow night and Teryl agreed.

Driving away, she glanced in her rearview mirror, but Rayne had already disappeared inside. Well, of course he had, she told herself. Only the weirdoes watched until you were out of sight.
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The dinner party for all her friends takes a turn and it becomes just Rayne and Christa. Totally not a bad thing, but when the conversation turns to her stalker Rayne is more than willing to attend a game to evaluate the situation. A situation that escalates when Christa is injured during the game.

Between the stalker’s moves and the mutual attraction between Christa and Rayne, I couldn’t stop turning the pages.

Intrigue, suspense, romance, sizzle and so much more!

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Lethal Protector – Rifle Creek Book 3 by Kaylea Cross

Lethal Protector
Rifle Creek Book 3
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


She unknowingly threatens his control.

Single mom Tala Baldwin is no stranger to sacrifice. After losing her leg while serving her country, she’s now training to become a competitive biathlete. With her daughter off to college, she’s able to shoot for her dream of making the national masters team. Even her Christmas break in Rifle Creek doesn’t slow her down. She’s asked her trusted friend Braxton to help her train—all while trying to pretend she doesn’t ache for him. Braxton was there for her during the darkest day of her life and he’s been there for her since…but only as a friend. In fact, he seems more determined than ever to hold her at arm’s length—until a deadly blizzard traps them in the mountains with a wanted killer hot on their trail. Now Tala once again finds her life in his hands as they face the lethal threats together.

Now he’s at his breaking point.

Sgt. Braxton Hillard is a master sniper, renowned for his ability to operate without emotion. Except with Tala. She’s all he’s ever wanted—but can’t have. For four long years he’s kept his distance. She’s way too good for him and she would realize that if he ever made a move. But the attraction between them is too powerful to deny, and once she makes it clear she wants him, he can’t keep his distance any longer. As they fight to survive in the mountains, all bets are off. Braxton is ready to sacrifice everything to protect the woman he loves—even his own life.

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From the reunion at the airport it was obvious that both Braxton and Tala have feelings for each other. We get to see flashbacks of when they first met, a meet-up overseas, the incident that injured Tala and pieces of her recovery.

From the previous books we know Tala’s daughter is going to school in Missoula and spends a lot of time with Tate and Nina. Tate and Mason are opening Rifle Creek Tactical and Brax, for now, is a silent partner helping with the financing. Mason’s ‘better half’ Avery is also Tate’s partner in the police force. At least until RCT is up and running.

It’s the present that’s pulling at them both, Tala wants to take their friendship further but not if he’s going to re-up. She doesn’t want to be second to his career. She also wants his help with her shooting, she’s training for Biathlon and she needs to place well in order to make the National Masters team and then hopefully qualify for the Paralympics. He’s the best to help her since he’s a Canadian JTF2 sniper.

Brax’s feelings for Tala go much further than friendship as well but he is reluctant to take things further. His track record with relationships isn’t good and mostly because of his frequent and often prolonged absences. Tala wants to be put first and until he’s ready to retire from active duty, he can’t give her that.

We have some interesting developments involving the death of a gang leader and the person suspected of the crime and a couple of avalanches.

It’s clear that being close is torture for Tala and Brax, circumstances will change that but not without cost. I loved the scenes with him training her for the shooting portions of the Biathlon. Even more so when they simulate both parts of it.

Friendship, laughter, survival, tears and a simmering relationship that bursts into flames.

I’m sorry to see this series end as I love these characters, but I know I’ll love the new one that’s coming soon!

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Blog Tour! Silent Night, Deadly Night – Suspense Series Book 6 by Kaylea Cross

Silent Night, Deadly Night
Suspense Series Book 6
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


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It’s Christmas in Charleston.

Luke and Emily Hutchinson are hosting the entire crew at their home in Charleston’s historic district for an early Christmas celebration. It’s the first time they’ve all been together since Em was captured and Luke almost died taking down his nemesis in Beirut a year ago, and everyone is looking forward to sharing some Christmas magic together. Except one of them has unknowingly brought a deadly threat to their doorstep.

But evil doesn’t take holidays.

When a shocking threat suddenly shatters the calm, Luke and his team must risk everything to save two of their own. And when the rescue attempt goes wrong, the consequences are more costly than they ever could have imagined.

This book is a follow-up to the Suspense Series and is not meant to be read as a standalone.

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I confess I’m behind on this series but I couldn’t pass on this book. I love when all the characters in a series come together to celebrate the holidays. Although this one has more than just a couple twists and turns and surprises too.

As the book opens Luke and Em are leaving her doctor’s office, we are going to be challenged to keep all this in the back of our minds like they are trying to do. Em is very much looking forward to everyone being together this year and is putting together the perfect festivities.

First to arrive are their son Rayne and his wife Christa. Of course Rayne senses something is wrong but is wise enough to keep it to himself.

We meet up with Sam and Ben as they are preparing to head to the airport. An envelope arrives that once the content is decrypted will add an unsavory twist to this story.

Dec’s mission has a frustrating end but he will be able to join his wife Bryn at Luke and Em’s in Charlotte and he’s looking forward to it.

Ben’s twin brother Rhys and wife Neveah would be joining them as well and Luke is thankful since Nev is a doctor and would look out for Em.

Sam and Ben almost immediately set up shop in Luke’s study also reading him in to what’s going on. It’s not until Dec arrives that they actually figure most of it out including who’s involved. Then all hell breaks loose. See the excerpt below, it’s a favorite scene.

I loved this book, I laughed and cried and enjoyed the heat between these couples even as I nibbled on my nails. I’m going back to do a re-read of this series, I forgot how much I loved it.

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Christa’s heart shot into her throat when a man materialized out of nowhere and grabbed Sam.

She opened her mouth to scream, instinctively turning to reach for Bryn, but someone grabbed her from behind, jerking her to a halt. A muscled arm locked around her waist, and a hard hand covered her mouth.

Instinct took over.

She sank her teeth into the hand over her mouth and whirled, momentarily breaking the man’s grip. “Get away from me!” She lashed out with her foot, managed to catch him in the knee, making him stumble.

She’d been assaulted and kidnapped before. Never again.

She twisted around, terror forking through her. Bryn and Sam were both being dragged toward the road. Behind her, she could hear the man she’d kicked coming after her.

Christa turned and ran down the sidewalk, yelling for help.

An SUV sped up to the curb in front of her, its headlights off, and plunged to a halt. She spun to the left, veering away from it. She could hear the running footsteps behind her, her pursuer coming closer.

Her skin prickled. “Help!” she screamed, and glanced over her shoulder.

The guy holding Sam was already dragging her toward the vehicle, and Bryn was struggling valiantly against her attacker.

A hand shot toward her. Christa wrenched away and spun hard, then sprinted for the hedge lining the sidewalk. But the guy chasing her was right behind her. Too close.

She hurdled the hedge, her heart slamming in her chest as she raced back toward the visitor’s center. Nev and Emily. Were they okay? She had to attract attention and get help.

A strong hand caught the back of her jacket. She let out a scream and shrugged out of it, almost tripping before she regained her balance and kept running.

The man chasing her cursed, his closeness sending a rush of terror down her spine. No! He was right on top of her. She’d never be able to outrun him, and the visitor’s center entrance was still too far away.

Her gaze landed on a hefty branch lying on the ground under a tree. She ducked to snag it as she ran, but her legs felt wobbly, the fear sapping her muscles and slowing her down.

The man behind her was right there, an arm’s length away. Any second, he would grab her. She had to fight him off. She was Sam and Bryn’s only chance to get help.

Gripping the end of the branch in both hands like a bat, she stopped suddenly and whirled to face her attacker, swinging it with every ounce of her strength.

The dry wood slammed across the side of the man’s head, and shattered. He grunted, grabbing at his head as he fell sideways into the bushes.

Skin crawling, Christa dropped the branch and ran, but he was already up and after her again. The sidewalk ahead was empty.

“Help! Someone help me!” she screamed, hoping someone would hear her.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Lethal Temptation – Rifle Creek Book 2 By Kaylea Cross

Lethal Temptation
Rifle Creek Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross



She’s got her guard up.

Detective Avery Dahl finally has her life back on track after a painful divorce. She’s not going to risk her heart again, especially to a sexy veteran with heartbreak written all over him. Due to extenuating circumstances at an upcoming family wedding, she reluctantly agrees to bring him as her fake boyfriend—and soon realizes her mistake. Because Mason is as lethal with seduction as he is with a weapon, and keeps pushing her boundaries until her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. Her instinct is to push him away, but when a mysterious enemy targets her, Avery has a choice to make. Face it alone, or take a risk and let him in.

He’s determined to get past it.

After a horrific accident ended his military career, Mason Gallant has struggled to fit into the civilian world. Now that he and his buddies are opening a business together in Rifle Creek, he’s finally found his footing again. But he never counted on meeting a woman like Avery. He can’t stop thinking about her, so when she needs help, he steps up. Except posing as her boyfriend makes things even worse—because he soon realizes he wants way more than just her body. Now that he’s seen the caring, sensual woman inside the tough cop, he wants to protect her from whoever is threatening her. As the attraction between them heats up, the danger escalates. Mason must prove to her that she can trust him with her heart as well as her life—or risk losing her to the bullet of a stone-cold killer.


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This book opens with a couple of cases, one is the reason Avery left Billings. A phone causes great relief for her when she’s informed Radzat was denied parole. This event plays a major role in this book.

At the end of the first book Avery has offered her now vacant basement apartment to Tate’s friend and new business partner Mason. Now she’s wondering if that was a mistake. She’s having a difficult time ignoring the feelings the man has awoken in her. She has a problem though, Tate, who is now with her best friend Nina, had promised to go to a family wedding weekend with her. Now he can’t go because they’re going to meet her family.

Mason has his own issues, his PTSD while mostly under control, the nightmares persist. His service dog, Ric is a major help to him and also a scene stealer. Mason hears she has a problem but not what it is, Tate enlightens him and he immediate says he’ll go with her. It takes quite a bit of convincing but eventually Avery agrees to let him be her fake boyfriend for the weekend.

This is a favorite scene from the wedding and is also on Kaylea’s website.

Avery looked at him in surprise. “You dance?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve got moves you can’t even imagine.”

Amusement and a hint of arousal glowed in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, just followed him out to the middle of the floor amongst the other couples.

He stopped, turned her to face him and locked an arm around her waist, pulling her forward until their bodies almost touched. Avery stared up at him as the music filled the air and other dancers wove around them.

Mason slowly grasped her other hand, raising it to shoulder level. In her heels she was tall enough to look him dead in the eye, and he liked the novelty of it. He read the uncertainty in her gaze, and the desire she tried to hide. She had his entire body hard already, the need to stake his claim on her right here in front of everyone clawing at him.

He began to move, leading her to the beat, sheer possessiveness roaring inside him. This had started off as a kind of game for him, but now he wanted something more. Starting with making her give into the need he could see smoldering in her eyes. Making her surrender to the demands of her body. Make her need him.

It was impossible to tear his eyes from hers as they danced, the heat between them rising with every second. He slowed with the music, swaying gently with her, his arm locked around her waist and the fingers of his other hand encasing hers. Avery’s face was just inches from his own, her golden eyes mesmerizing. Her gaze dropped to his mouth before flicking back up, and the longing she was trying to hide undid him.

He stopped there in the middle of the dance floor to slide a hand into her hair and lower his mouth to hers. When their lips touched, she gasped and tensed for a split-second.

Mason curved his fingers around the back of her skull and angled his head, fitting their lips together. He kept the kiss slow, shoving back the raging need to take, seducing her with every stroke and caress of his lips.

Pure lust and possessiveness streaked through him like a wildfire. He held her to him, battling the need to plaster her body to him, and gave her a teasing stroke of his tongue across her lower lip.

Avery sucked in a breath and pulled her head back to stare up at him. Her irises were nothing but thin golden rings around wide black pupils, her breathing unsteady.

Fuck him. She went to his head like a drug, turning him into a raging storm of need.

She would go on the defensive now, put all her shields up with all these people around, but he’d gotten a taste of what lay beneath them, and he wasn’t giving up now.

Her ex had to be the stupidest fucking idiot alive to throw this amazing, sensual woman away.

Mason was a soldier through and through. He was going to fight for her.
Cross, Kaylea. Lethal Temptation. Kaylea Cross Inc. Kindle Locations (1168-1190). Kindle Edition.

While the relationship between Avery and Mason heats up, so does the suspense in other events. An interesting and scary occurrence at the resort where the wedding occurs begins it all.

The property Tate, Mason and another friend are purchasing for their business, is a bone of contention for a relative of the seller, this too adds to the mystery.

This book has it all, friendships, romance, action, suspense and sizzle.

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

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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A New Series! Lethal Edge – Rifle Creek Book 1 by Kaylea Cross

Lethal Edge
Rifle Creek Book 1
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A diehard romantic looking to start over in a small town.

Dr. Nina Gomez might be an astrophysicist and a scientist down to her bones, but she also believes in true love and happily ever after—and won’t settle for anything less. After a rocky end to her first semester teaching at the University of Montana, she’s looking forward to a new school year and a fresh start in the small town of Rifle Creek. When she meets her roommate’s work partner, a sexy, hard-edged detective, Nina is immediately intrigued. However, it’s soon clear they’re like oil and water. But when she’s confronted by the painful past event she wanted to forget, she faces an even greater danger. A predator is bent on silencing her forever, and Nina’s only hope of survival is the unattainable man who’s captured her heart.

A cynical cop determined to guard his heart.

Tate Baldwin has dedicated his life to serving and protecting, first in the military, and now as a detective in Rifle Creek. Badly burned by his last relationship, he isn’t looking to get involved with anyone, especially a brilliant college professor who seems to have her head in the clouds. Yet even Tate can’t deny the attraction between them that soon grows into something more. And when a secret from her past triggers a lethal threat, Tate will risk everything to stand between her and the monster who wants her dead.

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Tate is former Military and now a Detective with the Rocky Creek Sheriff’s department. Originally from Canada where his sister still lives, he is tasked with bringing his niece Rylee to college in Missoula. He really was having a hard time with it, and it touched my heart, especially as he talks to his sister Tala as he heads home. It’s during that call which was hands free with his truck’s technology, when a car veered out to run the red light and he’s hit from behind.

Nina’s car was behind those involved and when she sees the car that hit the truck stopped partway into the intersection. She pulls over to check on them. This is her first meeting with Tate, he takes charge and together they help the woman in the car. Unfortunately neither introduces themselves.

A fate happens, Tate is invited to dinner at his partner Avery’s home. She wants him to help her friend move around some stuff in the suite she’s renting out. Turns out the friend is Nina and as they dine and get her set up he finds himself a little more than attracted to her.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

It felt wrong to just let her go, turn away from her and head for his truck. He sat behind the wheel while she drove off with Avery, both of them laughing at something as they did.

Tate felt strangely empty inside all of a sudden. Alone.

He turned out of the parking lot and started for home, in the opposite direction of Avery’s place. In his rearview he watched Nina’s taillights disappear around the corner behind him, a sense of urgency growing inside him.

He hit the brakes without thinking, stopping there in the middle of the street. Seconds passed, the sense of urgency expanding in his chest until it ached.

“No, dammit,” he muttered, and cranked the wheel around.

He turned the truck and drove after Nina. He had no plan, wasn’t even sure what the fuck he was doing or going to say, just that he couldn’t let her go out with some asshole who didn’t deserve her time.

She was already out of her vehicle and around the corner of the house just as he pulled up in front. If Avery saw him parked there, she’d wonder why he was here, but he didn’t care.

He got out and strode along the brick path that led around back to Nina’s suite. Without giving himself time to second-guess what he was doing, he rapped on her door.

She pulled it open moments later, a startled smile on her face. “Hey.”

Damn, she was pretty. He felt less cold inside just seeing her. “Hi.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Did you…want to talk to me about something?”

“Yes,” he said, unable to keep the irritation from his voice.

“Okay.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Don’t go out with that guy again.”

Her face went blank with surprise. “What? Why not?”

“Because he’s not gonna give you what you’re looking for, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He couldn’t stand the thought of someone so kind and full of joy getting her heart bruised.

Her face softened, her eyes filling with a tenderness he wanted to drink in. “You’re worried about me.”

“Yeah, I’m worried.” Frustration pulsed through him. “I know you won’t think so, but romance is overrated. And besides, you even said you’re not attracted to the guy.”

Her expression cooled. “I said that might grow with time.”

He shook his head sharply. “It won’t.”

She folded her arms, annoying him more with the way it pushed her breasts up and together. Making it harder to keep his eyes on her face. “No? And you’re an expert on these things, even though you haven’t dated in what, a year?”

Touché. Maybe he deserved that. His face heated. “I’m just saying, you should be more realistic.”

“Yeah?” She studied him a moment, her physicist brain performing calculations about him and coming up with her own answers. Probably that he was being an overbearing asshole. “Well, you’re lonely and don’t even realize it.”

He faltered, becoming flustered as her words hit home. Okay, yeah, maybe he was a bit lonely. But that wasn’t the point here. Stopping her from making a mistake, from getting hurt, was.

“This isn’t about me. And sorry to break it to you, but life isn’t a fairy-tale. There’s way more important things in a relationship than flowers and romantic gestures.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, the gesture somehow condescending. Almost like she was giving him enough rope to hang himself. “Like what?”

His frustration hit critical mass, her challenge triggering something territorial in him. “Like this,” he answered, stepping forward to wrap a hand around her nape and covering those tempting lips with his own.

She stiffened for a split second, her hands flying up to the front of his shoulders. But she didn’t stop him or push him away, so Tate didn’t let go. Instead he wrapped his free arm around her back, hauling her in close.

The feel of her softness pressed against him lit his blood on fire. He slanted his mouth across hers, captured her tiny gasp on his tongue as he drank her in, his entire body going hard as he tasted her.

Nina moaned softly, her hands curling into his shoulders. The kiss had started out dominant and forceful, but now it slowed and softened. Becoming something more than he’d intended, shocking him with its brutal honesty. The raw need it exposed.

He drew back, stunned that she’d broken his control so easily. Nina gazed up at him uncertainly, her big brown eyes searching his.

Shit. He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He just hadn’t been able to stop himself from touching her, tasting her, driven by the primal need to wipe the thought of any other guy out of her pretty head.

What the hell had he done?

His jaw tightened. “Just…don’t go out with that guy.” He started to turn away.

She laughed. He stopped dead, whipping around to stare at her. He was dead serious, thinking of her best interest, and she’d laughed.

She folded her arms, and he had to wrench his focus up to her face. “You don’t get a say in who I can and can’t go out with.”

The reprimand hit home, making him wince inside. Fuck, he was acting like a damn caveman. If any guy had spoken to Tala or Rylee like he just had, Tate would be tempted to punch him in the face. “I know,” he bit out. “But I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She softened, gazing at him equal parts amusement and sympathy. “Say I consider canceling my date on Friday. What’s in it for me?”

His mind had stopped functioning. She’d short-circuited his fucking brain. “Sorry?”

“You gonna take me out instead?”

The idea was a lot more appealing than he wanted it to be. “Maybe I will.”

Her eyes sparkled with silent laughter. “So you’re a closet romantic after all.”

What? No. He opened his mouth to refute it, but that soft look in her eyes and his actions made denying it pointless. He huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Cancel your date. I’ll pick you up Friday after your last class.”

She nodded once. “All right. I’m looking forward to it.”

Damn, he was too, God help him. “Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.” She shot him one last smile that warmed him all the way to his bones before shutting the door.

Tate walked back to his truck in a sort of daze, still not sure what had just happened. Was this a bad idea?

Yeah. It was definitely a bad idea.

He wasn’t the kind of romantic she was looking for, but damned if she didn’t suddenly have him wanting to put aside his cynical views and make the effort for her.
Cross, Kaylea. Lethal Edge. Kaylea Cross Inc. Kindle Locations (1130-1186). Kindle Edition.

I love the way Tate isn’t intimidated by Nina’s degrees and is truly interested in her for who she is. Nina is a PhD Astrophysicist teaching at the same college his niece is attending, and she manages to present her love of the stars to him in a unique way.

That isn’t all there is to this story as a serial rapist hits close to home. An investigation that Tate was on originally but no longer now that he’s with Rock Creek’s department.

I love Tate’s neighbor, he reminds me of Wilson from the old Tim Allen show. Always peeking over the fence. We also meet Mason and his dog Ric as they come to town to investigate the possibilities of a nearby property.

Plenty of suspense, tears, laughter, some sizzling heat and not just one romance as this tale unfolds. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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Rocky Ground – Crimson Point Book 4 By Kaylea Cross

Rocky Ground
Crimson Point Book 4
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Kaylea Cross


She’s been hurt too many times…

Single mom Tiana Fitzgerald has sworn off all romantic relationships to protect herself and her daughter. Her track record is disastrous and she’s done getting hurt. But a certain sexy Scotsman in Crimson Point has other ideas, and somehow manages to sneak past her defenses at every turn. As the hits keep coming and her life implodes, she begins to see he’s unlike any man she’s ever known. Now he’s become the greatest threat to her heart, because there’s no possible future for them. Not when he’s leaving the country in a few weeks. And when her worst fears are realized, she must risk everything by placing her trust in in his hands.

He’s determined to capture her heart.

Scotsman Aidan MacIntyre never saw the fiery, beautiful Tiana coming. The prickly redhead has gotten under his skin as badly as he wants to get under hers. But she’s determined to keep walls between them. Luckily the former Royal Marine doesn’t know how to give up. Someone from her past wants to hurt her, but Aidan will stand between her and any threat. He’ll stop at nothing to protect her and the little girl who have completely stolen his heart—and fight for them to have a future together.

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Aiden really loves his job here with Beckett, unfortunately his work visa is expiring and it doesn’t look like he’ll be able to get it renewed. This is especially disturbing since he wants to stay and he wants a chance to be more than a friend to Tiana.

Tiana is very protective of Ella more so than ever since the truth of her ex Brian has come to light. In this book she has another problem, Ella’s father, Evan, the musician who left them high and dry now wants his parental rights. By paying back child support he will also be able to meet Ella. We get to meet Lizzie, Tiana’s aunt who is quite the character. She gives us plenty of insight into their lives. Tiana also has a meeting with Evan prior to the visitation which will supervised by a court advocate. The meeting went well but it would still be Ella’s decision.

This is a favorite scene after that meeting.

On the drive home she geared up for the conversation she had to have with her daughter that night. There’d been no word yet from Brian’s lawyer about whether he was going to take the plea bargain or not. And if Ella didn’t object, she would meet with her father on Saturday morning with a court liaison present.

If she wanted no part of it—and if she was honest, part of Tiana still didn’t want the meeting to happen—then Tiana would cancel and let the lawyers work it out, while Ella talked to a judge.

A rainbow stretched across the cloud-strewn sky above the rolling ocean as she came into Crimson Point. More people were out enjoying the break in the weather, walking along the damp sand with their children or dogs. A few kites fluttered in the sky over the beach and birds zipped down to the water.

Beckett and Sierra’s heritage Victorian home looked like something out of a magazine as she pulled up, the sunlight glinting off the windows in the multicolor-painted turret and the carefully tended garden bursting to life in vivid shades of green and chartreuse.

Her mood dimmed a little when she saw Aidan’s SUV parked behind Beckett’s truck in the driveway, a fresh anxiety creeping in. While she didn’t dread seeing him exactly, the thought of apologizing to his face for the suspicious and borderline hostile way she’d treated him almost made her break out in hives.

She drove home, parked in her driveway and walked back up the lane. The side door was unlocked but she tapped on the wooden frame of the screen door on the side porch before entering. Voices carried from the kitchen so she slipped off her shoes and headed through the cozy living room toward it.

She found Beckett and Sierra in the kitchen mixing up what had to be kitten formula.

They looked up when she neared the kitchen doorway. “Hey,” Sierra said in a hushed tone, a tired smile on her face. “Ella’s in the laundry room with Lizzie and Aidan. Poor mama cat was hit by a car last night. She left seven kittens behind, so it’s all hands on deck right now.”

Aww. “I have it on good authority that Ella’s in her element. I’ll see if I can lend a hand.”

“Sure. There are extra syringes and formula back there. They’ll show you what to do.”

Ella’s whispered chatter reached her when she neared the laundry room door. She popped her head inside to find Lizzie feeding her own kitten, and Ella…

Her heart tripped over itself when she took in the sight before her. Aidan held a tiny black and white kitten to his broad chest, cradling it there in his big hand while Ella carefully fed it with a syringe, a studious frown on her face. The half-smile on Aidan’s as he oversaw the operation was so full of easy affection it made her insides flutter.

No. No fluttering.

But could anyone blame her? Seeing such a big, powerful man cradling the helpless little thing against his broad chest made her smile. If more men knew how much women melted at the sight of a guy taking care of an animal, the shelters would never be short of male volunteers.

“Hi, you’re just in time,” Lizzie said.

Ella and Aidan looked over, a big smile breaking over her daughter’s face. “We’re feeding feeding kittens!”

“I see that.” She met Aidan’s gaze, suffering another flutter at the pure male interest and appreciation in his expression. Seeing a good-looking man holding a kitten was adorable. Seeing Aidan cuddling one to his well-muscled chest to assist her daughter was something far more visceral.

She pushed aside the tingle of alarm that thought brought and smiled at them. “They’re so tiny.”

“They’re hungry wee things, but haven’t quite got the hang of the syringes yet,” he said, the lilting cadence of that sexy Scottish burr rolling over her like an invisible caress. Best accent ever.

“Can I help?” she asked, willing her heart to resume its normal rhythm. He exerted a magnetic force on her even while she wanted to pull away.

“Sure, there are two more over there with Walter,” Ella told her, nodding toward the corner before going back to feeding her kitten.

Tiana looked over and barely held in a laugh. Walter was lying flat on the rug in the corner, looking like someone had let the air out of him. His ears and tongue were spread out along the rug, one tiny black kitten burrowed into the side of his neck and an orange one trying to crawl up his head. He stayed perfectly still, only his eyes moving to look up at her.

Save me, his expression said, yet he didn’t move a muscle.

“Awww.” She grinned and pulled out her phone to take a picture before kneeling down to pet him. “You are such a good boy, Walter,” she whispered, stroking his back gently. She got a slight tail thump for her efforts.

“He’s so good with the kittens,” Ella said behind her. “It’s like he knows they need him.

He just lies there and lets them crawl all over him. Bravo Zulu, Walter.”

“Bravo what?”

“It means well done. It’s a Navy term,” she explained with a casual shrug.

Tiana looked at Aidan, who was fighting a smile. “Your influence, I’m guessing?”

His eyes sparkled. “Aye. Your wee lass catches on quick.”

Okay, it was pretty damn cute. “Walter appears to be the perfect foster dad. They must miss their mama terribly.” Why was life so damn mean sometimes?

“I know, it’s so sad. But they’ll be okay, because we’ll look after them.”

Tiana shared a smile with Lizzie over the “we” comment and snuck some pictures of Ella while she worked. She may even have included Aidan in one or two of the shots as well. So she could send them to Lizzie after.

Riiiight. Like you’re going to delete them after?

She cleared her throat, unwilling to examine her motives. “Which one should I feed first?”

“Either of them.”

“Okay.” She bent and scooped up the orange one trying to summit Walter’s head. “Are you hungry, little man? Let’s fix that.” She got her own syringe and filled it with formula, then sat on the bench next to Lizzie and began feeding him, drop by drop. Most of it dribbled down his chin but some of it went down, and his tiny little mewls tore at her insides.

“Aren’t they adorable, Mama?” Ella said.

Oh yeah, she knew exactly where this was going.
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You know of course things never go totally smooth, right? Aiden has a meeting with his lawyer and Tiana has one with hers since they are both in the same place they travel to Portland together. Ella is dropped off to a friend’s home for a long anticipated birthday party/sleep over.

Neither meeting was what they expected and to top things off an earthquake hits while they’re in the elevator leaving. Did I mention all hell breaks loose?

Plenty of interesting events as Aiden and Tiana make their way home. Tense moments, added suspense and a whole lot of romance and tears.

I think this was my favorite of this series, well at least until I read the latest.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Buried Lies – Crimson Point Book 2 By Kaylea Cross

Buried Lies
Crimson Point Book 2
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author


She left her painful past behind.

Poppy Larsen is finally free. She moved to Crimson Point to make a new life for herself, full of bright possibilities. A whole new world awaits her, if she can find the courage to trust again—even her gorgeous neighbor, the town sheriff. But darkness lurks in the picturesque Oregon Coast town, concealing a deadly threat that’s closer than she ever imagined.

Now a killer is watching her from the shadows.

Sheriff Noah Buchanan can’t help but be intrigued by his new neighbor. She’s hard working, sexy as hell, and unlike most of the women in town, she hasn’t thrown herself at him. After it becomes clear that she plans to put down roots here, he finds himself falling more and more for Poppy and her big heart. When someone from her past tries to hurt her, it triggers all his protective instincts. But the real danger is hiding in plain sight. When the unthinkable happens, Noah is thrust into a race against time to save her before it’s too late.

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We met Poppy at the end of Fractured Honor as Noah lends her a hand painting her store after discovering she’s his new neighbor. She moved to Crimson Point for a new beginning, with a house that needs work and a store front needing the same. She worked hard and had managed to open the bookstore and café for business before tourist season hits.

Noah has been really busy, the FBI has sending him more and more information on missing women from the surrounding area on top of all the normal town business. He is delighting in getting to know his new neighbor, and in that regard actually sets up a poker night with the guys to be held at her bookstore Whale’s Tale.

This is a favorite scene.

Whatever else Poppy Larsen was, she was a damn hard worker. She’d done most of the renos on the shop herself, due to budget constraints, and apparently was committed to rolling up her sleeves at home as well. “Are you planning to paint the fence once you’re done washing it?” It was yellowed and peeling in places.

“Yeah, it needs a new coat of paint, and so does the cottage. Everything’s peeling. I’ll get to the landscaping later.”

She intended to do all of that in addition to running her own business that had just opened? “You can borrow my sprayer again. And the lady you bought this place from had a landscaper come take care of the yard once a week during spring and summer, then do a cleanup a few times over the fall and winter. We get big windstorms here in the winter, so you’ll have a lot of downed branches from the trees.”

He nodded at the tall cedars and firs bordering the east side of her property. “I can get you the guy’s name and number if you’re interested. He’s pretty reasonable, and he has a lot of clients here in the area, including Beckett.” Noah’s best friend, and future brother-in-law. Damn, that sounded weird.

“Have you used him?”

“No, but my yard’s way smaller than yours, and I don’t have many trees.”

“Okay, that would be great if you could give me his number. Thank you.” Poppy considered him for a moment. “I was thinking of hosting a poker night this coming Thursday down at the shop. I’m getting a liquor license for special events like that. Do you or anyone you know like to play?”

Noah blocked a frown from forming. Poker at a bookshop-slash-tearoom? “I know some guys.”

She beamed at him, her sunny smile transforming her entire face. And it had already been pretty before. “Great. I’ll be doing board game nights there as well, some Dungeons and Dragons, things like that. And by the way, I haven’t forgotten that I promised you a cherry pie for helping me paint the shop. I just haven’t had the chance to make it yet.”

His lips quirked. “I wouldn’t say no to a cherry pie, but I don’t want you to go to any trouble. You’re really busy.”

She shrugged. “I’ll fit it in. I always keep my promises.”

“Well that’s nice to hear. Since we’re neighbors, and all.”

Her eyes sparkled at him. Not flirtatious, however. Warm. Sincere. “Exactly.”

No flirting and she’d been in a rush to cover up. He was getting more curious about her by the minute. She also made it damn hard to stay wary of her and her background. “Tell you what. I’ll make some calls and see if I can get a couple of my buddies to come out on Thursday.”

“That’d be great, thank you.”

“No problem. And don’t hold off on the power washing on my account. I’m up now.”

“You sure?”


“All right.” She held up the plate, raised her tawny eyebrows. “Want anything else?”

Oh, he did. But it wasn’t on the menu, and wasn’t going to be. “I’m good. Gimme a couple minutes to make some calls and I’ll let you know about Thursday.”

The first person he called was Beckett.

“It’s not even seven-thirty in the morning,” his best friend grumbled. Noah’s sister, Sierra, had moved in with him just over a month ago. “Better be important.”

“I thought anything after oh-four-hundred was considered sleeping in for a Green Beret.”

“Former Green Beret. Now that I’m a civilian again, I remembered how much I love sleeping. So, what’s up?”

“You, me and Weaver, poker game this Thursday night.”

“Poker? Man, we haven’t done that in years. At your place?” Beckett asked.

“Seven at the new bookshop in town. Whale’s Tale.”

“Whale’s Tale? What?”

“Just be there. We still on for tonight?” They were having a barbecue at Beckett and Sierra’s.

Beckett grunted. “If you hang up right now and let your sister and me get back to sleep, then yeah.”

Now that was a mental image Noah didn’t need. He loved them both, but even after a few weeks to adjust, it was still weird to think of Beckett and Sierra getting married and having a family together someday. “Okay. But next time you see your yard guy, can you have him call me? My neighbor might be interested in hiring him.”

“I’ll text him. If you hang up right now.”

“Fine. See you later.” He hung up and called Weaver, a former teammate of Beckett’s, who was much perkier than Beckett had been.

Noah ended the call and walked back to the fence. Poppy had hauled the power washer over to the far corner, still wearing her shirt over her bikini top. Noah flagged her down before she could fire it up. “The three of us are in for Thursday night.”

Her face lit up. “That’s fantastic, thank you. If you think of anyone else, please let them know.”

“Will do.” He turned and headed back toward his house, in a far better mood than he’d been in ten minutes ago. And maybe, if he was lucky, Poppy would decide to take that flannel shirt off once he went back inside. Then he could enjoy his morning coffee while standing in front of the kitchen window and admire the view.

Yep, no doubt about it. Hardwired cynicism aside, his neighborhood had gotten a major upgrade the day she’d moved in next door.
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All is not fun and poker though. A woman from town is reported missing and the search to find her becomes even more urgent with the possibility of a serial killer on the loose. Some anxious moments for Poppy with a guy from the garden store. Poppy is the one who finds the girl as town folk perform a grid search. Becoming a sort of hero has Poppy a bit embarrassed but business immediately picks up.

With the help of Noah and his friends, things start shaping up at Poppy’s home as well. Noah’s attraction to her increases as he tries to get a real date with her but they end up grilling in his yard. When some of her past comes to light she’s afraid she’s lost the respect of everyone. Not true of course but the pain was present and she worried about losing Noah because of it.

Something I also like about these books is the glimpses we get of the bad guy, it lets us know what’s in his head and keeps us on our toes.

There’s some sizzling heat as well as suspense as this tale unfolds. Have plenty of tissues on hand it’s very hard to read with tears streaming down your face. Plenty of fun and laughter and camaraderie too as Noah and Poppy discover love.

I’ve already reviewed Shattered Vows, so the next book reviewed will be Rocky Ground. Seriously don’t miss this series!

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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