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Summer’s Wolf – The Westervelt Wolves Book 2 by Rebecca Royce



Summer’s Wolf
The Westervelt Wolves Book 2
By
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Rebecca Royce

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Three years ago, Summer Morrison’s happy, normal life was thrown into upheaval. Forced to discover, before she was ready, that she was half-wolf shifter and mated to the pack’s enforcer has left Summer moody, shaken, and resentful. When tragedy strikes her family, Summer is forced to come back to the world of the Westervelt Wolves…and into the arms of Cullen Murphy.

Cullen has waited three years for Summer, having promised her mother he would give her time to grow up. But he’s never forgotten his mate and craved her presence since he first saw her on the battlefield three years earlier. The trouble is, now that Cullen has Summer, he has no idea what to do with her. Three hundred years of being alone has left Cullen socially inept and more lonesome than he would ever admit. He lives with the guilt and shame of his deeds, while knowing his role is pivotal to the pack’s survival.

Together, Cullen and Summer will heal each other’s wounds and discover that life is worth living as long as they are together. Now there’s just the little matter of Kendrick and Claudius, their evil henchmen, the army of miscreant wolves, and the demons that keep attacking. If they can survive, their love will be everlasting. But failure will mean not only their destruction, but the end of the Westervelt Wolves.

When love is eternal, failure is not an option.

Holy moly this book starts off with a bang, and tears! It’s been three years since Summer went through the change and she refuses to acknowledge her wolf. She’s been trying to build a career as a singer instead of returning to college. Now her world is turning upside down again.

Cullen is her mate, she knows it and is both angry and upset that he hasn’t come for her. She has decided he doesn’t want her.

Cullen is an assassin, he has been respecting Summer’s mother, Victoria’s wishes for him to wait until she is twenty-five before courting and mating her.

It is not a happy time when these two meet up and they end up fleeing to Maine together.

This is a favorite scene after Summer has an argument with her sister Ashlee.

A tap on his door stilled his fingers from the guitar strings. Cullen frowned. People never visited him. He stood from his seat on the floor, placed his guitar gently on the couch and crossed the room to the entrance. He sniffed the air. The aroma of peaches and baby oil assailed his nose. Summer. As the delicious odor made the hair on his arms stand up, he tried not to groan.

She didn’t speak, just looked up at him. Dark smudges stained the skin beneath her eyes, her teeth chattered. He pulled her into the cabin, as he made note of the fact she was barefoot and wore only the shorts and tee-shirt Gabriel had inappropriately packed for her.

“What are you doing out here? You don’t have a coat or shoes.” He shut the door behind her and loosened his grip on her arm.

Her teeth rattled and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I couldn’t stay with Ashlee. I’ll leave in the morning, find somewhere else to live off of this rock you call an island, but do you think I could sleep on your floor tonight?”

His mind whirled. He found it almost impossible to concentrate on what she said when she stood in front of him so obviously freezing. Goosebumps covered her skin and her nipples were hard and visible through her thin tee-shirt. He forced his gaze from the tantalizing view and made himself focus on the fact she was cold. He crossed to the couch and picked up a wool blanket. He wrapped her up in it, nearly coming out of his skin when his fingers brushed the flesh of her arm.

She stared up in his eyes and he shivered, but not from the cold. Having her there, in his cabin, made him feel mashed up inside. Her scent permeated the room, filling his head until he couldn’t breathe properly. He had the strangest urge to pick her up and rub her against the curtains, the bed, an the rug, so he could find her scent whenever he wanted to.

“So, is it okay, or not?” She continued to stare at him.

He realized she’d asked him a question and he hadn’t answered it. She’d come to his home, through the freezing cold, wearing almost nothing, completely barefoot. Why did Ashlee let her leave this way?

“No, it’s not okay.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, then I’ll go.” She tried to turn but his arms held her steady, wrapped in the blanket.

“What are you talking about? Go where?” When another shiver wracked her slight body, electricity traveled up his arms.

“I asked you if I could stay tonight and you just said no.”

“I’m sorry, Summer.” I felt like a prayer, the way her name passed over his lips. “I seem to be having a conversation all by myself, in my won mind, and you can’t hear it. Of course you can stay, Here,” Cullen picked her up in his arms.

He felt very gallant, not a sensation he was used to. It actually made him grin for a moment before he stopped himself. Summer didn’t need to see him beaming like an idiot. He placed her down on the couch and tucked the blanket around her.

“I’m going to get you some warmer clothes. It’s drafty in here.” He walked into the bedroom and noticed his unmade bed. After he made her something to eat, he would clean up in here. She could spend he night in his room.
Royce, Rebecca. Summer’s Wolf (The Westervelt Wolves Book 2) (Kindle Locations 525-551). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

Cullen has many conversations with himself and with his wolf while also talking to her. He really has some issues with that which make it very amusing.

There are however many things that suddenly go wrong. Things that will have you holding your breath, crying and turning the pages.

Summer and her wolf come to terms under stressful situations as Triston and the rest of the pack come to try and solve the problems of their old Alpha.

Problems that include Claudius, demons with acid secreting hands, vicious wolves and so many other twists, turns and surprises.

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

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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Her Wolf – The Westervelt Wolves Book 1 by Rebecca Royce



Her Wolf
The Westervelt Wolves Book 1
By
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Rebecca Royce

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*This book has been previously published, the author received her rights back, and is now republishing the book*

Ashlee Morrison has a secret obsession—with a dark and mysterious male. The only problem is that he’s a wolf and she’s becoming convinced that she’s insane. But Ashlee’s wolf is no ordinary canine; he is Tristan Kane, third son in the royal family of the Westervelt Wolf pack.

Trapped in his wolf form by his evil father’s men, Tristan has desperately sought a way out of predicament and is shocked to find that the sad but beautiful redhead who has come to the wolf cage can not only hear him, but awakens in him the knowledge that she is his mate, the other half of his soul.

Ashlee, unaware that she is half wolf-shifter, agrees to accompany Tristan back to his pack in Maine to seek answers to her past and understand her future. But as Tristan and Ashlee grow closer, familial betrayals will threaten to destroy the fragile love they have started to build.

With the odds stacked against them, Ashlee and Tristan will either embrace their love to save the Westervelt Wolves or be lost forever to despair.

Tristan has been trapped in his wolf form and now he’s stuck in a zoo. If his father’s henchmen find him, he’s dead. He needs to get back to his family.Ashlee volunteers at the zoo as a form of therapy. She was devastated by the way her engagement ended and they seem to agree she has a form of PTSD. She always finds herself watching the wolves but from a distance.

This is a favorite scene when she ‘meets’ Tristan.

Ashlee shrugged and let the memories fade. She walked to the gate of the wolf pen and stared in. Usually, she didn’t get close to the animal cages; it felt invasive to do so and sometimes she would swear it felt like she was personally trapped in the cage. The animals spent all day with people pushed up against their enclosures pointing and staring. She preferred to give them some space. She blinked and squinted. The lone wolf had red fur in its coat. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? Because she hadn’t been able to focus on anything before and she was going out of her way to not spend too much time focused on the lone wolf.

Ashlee smiled, and the wolf raised its eyes to look at her. She blushed, which made her feel ridiculous. He was a wolf, for God’s sake, but his eyes looked so human, so compassionate. That compassion drew her in. She leaned closer to the cage. She snorted. For the last ten minutes, she’d done nothing but personify animals. Talk about desperate. Maybe it was time to go back to school.

“Can’t be fun for you to be so alone in there. Maybe you would have been happier with a different pack.” She’d just broken her cardinal rule and spoken to the animal. She closed her eyes at the slip-up.

Ha! Not this pack, that’s for sure. My family actually walks on two legs some of the time. I’d love to take you to meet them. I bet if I got you there, you might actually smile. I hate that half-grimace thing you seem so fond of.

Ashlee jumped back from the enclosure, so startled she fell on her behind. Had the wolf just talked to her in her mind or had her hallucinations gotten worse? She stood and looked around her. Her cheeks burned. No patrons or other volunteers were about to see to see her act like a lunatic, which was fortuitous or she’d soon be fired from her volunteer position.

She cleared her throat and looked around again. No one nearby, just the trees with their colored leaves, the wind, and the wolves. Her butt hurt from her earlier fall. She narrowed her eyes to stare at the wolf. “Did you say something?” She groaned. Why was she playing into this? You don’t talk to figments of your imagination.

Did you hear me, little one?

The wolf’s ears perked up, and he stood up on all fours to walk towards the side of the enclosure she pressed against. Is it possible you have been here with me all this time and you can actually hear me? Why have you not answered me before?

She should put a stop to this right now and walk away. But, she didn’t. Her feet felt glued to where they stood on the ground. She felt a light wind pick up and blow her hair off her shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed the nervous bile that had formed in her throat. “I don’t know how I hear you, but yes, I can. Unless I’ve cracked up, which is most likely what’s going on here. That’s why I don’t answer you. I don’t want to be crazy anymore.”

Crazy? You haven’t cracked up. Perhaps I have. Her wolf sniffed the air and walked closer. He howled and Ashlee took a step backwards. That smell. Your scent. I know it. You never get close enough to let me smell you. The spell, it must have limited my other powers. My sense of smell is worse than some humans. Could it be?

Ashlee’s heart pounded in her chest. “Wow, we’re really having a conversation, aren’t we?”

You…you are…mine.

She looked around again to be sure that no one approached. “What does that mean?”

How could you be here so often, for so long, and I did not know? I will kill Rex and any others who inflicted this intolerable state upon me.

Kill? Ashlee’s pulse sped up. Her palms grew sweaty and she wiped them on her pants. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”

No, no little one, you cannot leave me in this pen. You must get me out and return with me to my home where my pack can restore me. I need to tell my family about the one who has betrayed us.

“Get you out of the cage? Are you nuts? See, I knew it was just a matter of time before my delusions wanted me to do something that was against the law. No. I’m in charge of my own mind. I get to say what I will and won’t do.

This whole thing goes so far beyond the realm of normal I can’t even see the border anymore. I can’t get you out of the cage. I can’t let a wolf run around the park where there are children. They’ll lock me up and shoot you.”

I would never hurt a child. But you still believe I am a mere animal and for some reason you think you are not mentally well. Not until I return home can I show you otherwise. The wolf lay down on his belly. His head pressed to the ground. Damn.

Ashlee’s eyes filled with tears at the distress in his voice and the defeat in his body language. It had been a few weeks since she’d gone on a crying binge and she didn’t want to start now. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” Why was she apologizing to her phantasm? She wiped the one tear that escaped from her eye with her hand and turned to go.

Wait. Her wolf growled and stood up. Ashlee turned back to him, her eyes wide. Do not cry. I cannot stand it. Please, beautiful girl, won’t you tell me your name?

“My name? Oh.” She blushed. “My name is Ashlee Morrison.” She started to leave again but whirled around. “What is your name?” At least she could give her delirium a label.

My name is Tristan Kane. My family calls me Trip.

She raised her eyebrow. They’d had a kid in her high school who had been called Trip. She hadn’t realized it was such a popular nickname. “You have a beautiful name like Tristan and they call you Trip? Hey, wait a second, a guy I knew with that nickname, they called him that for a reason. He was the third son in his family. Is that true for you? Are you the third son?”

I am. I’m sorry I am moping around. Five months I have been in this cage. Please don’t worry about this tonight. We can sort it out tomorrow when you come.

She shook her head. “I’m not coming tomorrow. It’s my day off, and then the next day is Sunday so I won’t be back until Monday.”

That long? Tristan shook his head. Do not worry for me. I will not have you upset. Ashlee, whatever you do, don’t let anyone tell you this isn’t real. What is happening is very complicated, but explainable just the same. I am real and you can hear me because you belong to me.

Ashlee turned and ran as if someone chased her. She didn’t turn around to look at Tristan. When she reached her black Lexus RX hybrid SUV, she swung open the door and drove her monstrous car as if her life depended on it. What should have been a fifteen-minute drive home, she made in less than five minutes. It wasn’t ‘til she got home she remembered her shift wasn’t over for another hour. She was sure to get a stern lecture.
Royce, Rebecca. Her Wolf (The Westervelt Wolves Book 1) (pp. 6-11). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

I felt sorry for Ashlee, she has so much thrown at her in such a dramatic way. Life changing things that have her drawing on a strength she didn’t know she had.

I like the way this pack first change into wolves, the mixture of magic is compelling. Women have the healing and other things that keep the pack safe.

A curse that is thought to be gone causes lots of problems for Tristan and Ashlee.

We meet many key players in this book, including Ashlee’s parents and sister, Tristan’s brothers one of whom is ‘acting alpha’ and the guys are known as the ‘Royals’. Plus Cullen the pack enforcer who calls addresses them as Princes, all the time.

Strength, persistence, drama and love all combine to make this a page turning read. I will be continuing with this series.

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!


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Oh My! Still Waters – Wings of Artemis Book 9 By Rebecca Royce



Still Waters
Wings of Artemis Book 9
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Rebecca Royce

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A smile can hide secrets…

Amber Delacroix Chen survived the hellish Evander bombing of Oceania to escape to The Farm. On the run from a miserable, unloved, and abused existence, she starts over. Safe amongst friends and family, she studies to be a doctor and to help in the war effort. Life at The Farm is often fraught with danger, but she’s faced worse.

A smile can hide pain…

The need to reclaim one part of her past brings a fleet to their doorstep. Amari Chen, the negotiator and businessman, the one who leads. Hunter Chen, the engineer, the one who fixes things. Shane Chen, the scientist, the one who heals. Her husbands have come to claim their wife and they will not let anything stand in their way, even if it means confronting their own failures. Still waters run deep in the Chen family, but their love for Amber runs deeper.

War is coming for them all…

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I love this series, the strong women and the men they love. Reverse Harem was not a genre I thought I could get into. These are the  books that hooked me on the genre and I read many now.

In this book we get to know Amber, Paloma’s sister, who escaped from Earth during a devastating attack on Oceania. It made it easy for her to fake death so her husbands wouldn’t look for her. Her mother-in-law had made her life hell, her husbands hated her, she had to leave or die.

Amber is studying on ‘The Farm’, under the tutelage of Cash, Dane and Ari. In the past year and a half she’s been here, Amber has qualified to be a medic, a job she loves, but her ultimate goal is to be a doctor. It’s her birthday and she asks Canyon for a favor, a file on the tablet left behind on Earth. Unfortunately the fetching of the file didn’t go unnoticed.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

Paloma used her most authoritarian voice. I could have told her that would be wasted on him. I didn’t think it was worth pinging her tablet about. “It’s nice to see you again, Shane. Even if it’s over a monitor.”

He was quiet for a moment. “That certainly feels like a lifetime ago, when you appeared for the first time as a Sandler and gave the whole world a wakeup call.”

She’d changed my life in that moment. It was the day the seed planted in my mind that I wouldn’t—no, couldn’t—continue as I’d been.

“Yes. How are all of you? I haven’t heard from any of you since the day Amari signaled to let me know Amber was lost.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side. “As you can imagine, things have not been as they were here. We don’t expect them to ever be again.”

Earth must really be bad if he expressed it like that.

She nodded. “What can I do for you today?”

“Well, you can start by telling me why someone there is hacking into our system.”

Paloma fell silent as I caught my breath. I put my hand over my mouth, my gaze seeking Canyon. He regarded me from across the room, both of us off screen. Did he not seem surprised? This was Canyon. He was a Super Soldier and a tech genius. The man was said to speak to machines. By the universe, had he gotten caught?

Paloma shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know anything about that.”

He stared at her for a long moment. “You’re not lying. That’s concerning. Frankly, I was hoping it was you who had done it, Paloma, in some kind of nostalgic need for her. That I might have understood. Now, I need to know who else would have wanted such a private file off her tablet.”

“I…” We’d really thrown Paloma. This was so unfair. It hadn’t even occurred to me that this could have happened. But of course it could. Canyon got caught. Things happened. And I was so stupid. I had done this.

My sister cleared her throat. “What file was taken off your tablet?”

“Something that was very private between your sister and us. I’m not even sure why anyone would want it except perhaps to release them now as a means to embarrass us. That begs the question, however, why anyone in your employ would want to do that. We are not in business with you or competing for any contracts that might be of interest to you.” He drummed his fingers on the table in front of us. “Do you mean to blackmail us?”

She held out her hands in front of her. “I don’t mean to blackmail you, Shane. As you’ve already somehow deduced I am not lying.”

“Yes, that is true. But something is making you nervous. Perhaps as we’ve spoken you’ve come to a conclusion of who the culprit is. You’ve decided you know who might have done it.”

Melissa shook her head. She might interfere in this any second. Instead, it was Blaze who stepped into the view screen. His presence didn’t throw Shane at all. My husband was always ahead in negotiations. I’d bet credits I didn’t have that he’d known others watched this.

“Hello, my name is Blaze. I am working with the resistance here to do something about Evander.”

Shane shook his head fast. “Check your data, Blaze. This isn’t secure to discuss Evander. I’m not interested in having this conversation at all. We have nothing to do with Evander.”

“Yes, but you should.” He looked over his shoulder in my direction. “We’re losing.”

I knew many things right in that moment. My heart started to race, my hands to tingle. It had cost Blaze a lot to say we were losing. There was pain in his eyes. He didn’t show emotion easily. And despite his not knowing how many warriors the Chens had at their disposal, Blaze knew they could help us. The Zansi, or the Z as Amari called them, were a well-guarded secret. Even if people knew they existed, outsiders didn’t know much about them.

They’d sworn loyalty to the Chens in the time of the bombs and nothing had changed since. Generation after generation lived and served the family. I’d been an outsider, an usurper, who had taken their favorite sons.

Blaze knew there was help to be found. And he wanted it.

The Chens didn’t want to get involved. They never would. But maybe there was a way to negotiate with them, to get them to help. Maybe there was more to the universe than my own safety.

There would be no safety for anyone if we didn’t get Evander off Earth. Already, people were dying everywhere. Soon there would only be those left alive the company considered fit for existence.

I stepped forward. “I took the files, Shane.”

I was proud of myself. I hadn’t stuttered. I almost always did when I was nervous, and the last year with my husbands I’d barely been able to form a word. Paloma paled. She reached out, grabbing my arm and then pulling me to her in a strong embrace as though she would keep me upright.

My unflappable husband grasped onto the desk in front of him as though he might fall over. His face paled. It had to be like looking at a ghost. I shook in Paloma’s arms. It didn’t matter. I’d done this and so help me it better have mattered.

“Amber.” His voice was low. “How? I don’t understand. I…”

He didn’t have to. “I took the files, Shane. No one else here did. No one is going to use them. I have them. That’s all. C.J., could you…”

The older man must have understood what I wanted. He disconnected the connection. I turned to Blaze. “I hope you get what you want from him. He’ll certainly listen to you now.”

Blaze nodded at me. “I wasn’t sure you were that brave.”

“I’m not. I’m a total coward. Even cowards can sometimes have their moments.”
Royce, Rebecca. Still Waters: A Reverse Harem Science Fiction Romance (Wings of Artemis Book 9). Kindle Locations (312-354). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

From here things get very interesting as Amber’s husbands speed to her location, threatening her family and friends. Not that she’s having any of that. She has rights here on ‘The Farm’ and no one is taking them away from her.

Amber stands her ground but agrees to face to face, with her family beside her. The Chen brothers are about to get quite the education and more.

I couldn’t put this book down, so much happens as Amber’s husbands start really knowing their wife and understanding what she really wants and needs at this point in her life. The Evander threat to not only ‘The Farm’ but also Earth and the dark planets, is escalating and they have to be stopped.

I really can’t wait for the next episode in this on going tale.

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

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Christmas Countdown! The Thief of Hearts: A Reverse Harem Mystery by Ripley Proserpina



The Thief Of Hearts
A Reverse Harem Mystery
By
Ripley Proserpina

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A stolen artifact…
A mysterious trio of brothers…

After years of working her way to the top, Shira Rose is finally curating her first art exhibit and auction at the exclusive Lohse and Gottleib House. But when she’s thrust into the middle of a decades-old mystery, what should be the culmination of her dreams turns into a disaster.

And it only gets worse.

With only eight days until the auction, the gallery is robbed and Shira ends up running for her life. In the nick of time, three dark figures step out of the shadows to save her life.

But things don’t add up, and Shira begins to wonder—can she trust these men? Or is she merely a pawn in a darker game?

**This is a standalone reverse harem mystery. It was previously released in the anthology, Snow and Seduction.**

Another story set during the Eight Days of Hanukkah, this one a mystery with a reverse harem theme.

Shira has just been promoted to curator at the exclusive Lohse and Gottleib House, as she’s putting the final touches on her first solo auction her boss throws five new items at her to be included.

Each of these items needs to have the provenances validated before they can be added to the sale. These documents authenticate the items are legitimately obtained. For Shira that means very late nights and missing Hanukkah with her grandmother.

Even with the warning from her receptionist, she forgets to call for a car before leaving close to midnight and gets mugged. Managing to get away she is aided when she falls by some very handsome men.

This is a favorite scene.

Throwing her weight to the side, she knocked into the man, sending him sprawling to the ground. He landed with an “oomph!” and she took off, tearing down the street as fast as she could run, and slipping on the ice that had formed when the sun went down. She skidded into the side of the building as she ran around the corner toward the bright lights of the 24-hour Denny’s a block away.

She couldn’t hear anything over her breathing, and the pathetic, half-sob, half-squeaks, she was making as she ran. But she imagined the man behind her, running full-tilt, ready to lunge and drag her into an alley to finish her off.

The lights bobbed ahead of her. Almost there. Safety was ten feet away. She was going to make it.

Her foot hit a slick patch of pavement, and her legs flew out from under her. She saw the lights and darker rooftops against the lighter, city-lit sky before her head cracked into the pavement.

Now the only stars she saw were the ones dancing in front of her eyes as she waited to be murdered.

Her breath made little white clouds. Move. Get up.

Her body wouldn’t obey. Like earlier, it let her down. Far away, someone ran toward her. Here they come. This is the end.

Green eyes met hers, and a warm hand cupped her cheek. “Are you okay? Don’t move. Dov!”

Shira couldn’t move if she wanted to.

Another set of green eyes in a more serious face appeared next to the first. The man studied her and frowned. “Stay still. You’re okay.” Shira glanced up at the sky, but it was hidden by the men. A moment later the two were joined by a third man, and then another.

Four beautiful faces stared back at her. “Wow,” she breathed. Later, she could blame fright and adrenaline for her slip-up, but right now, Shira would enjoy the sense of shelter and protection these guys gave her.

“What happened, Ravi?” the serious man asked. Shira’s gaze slid toward the man to whom the question was addressed. Ravi. She made a mental note. Worried green eyes and warm hands.

“She ran and slipped, Dov,” Ravi answered shortly. The frowning man had a name, Dov.

Her head was starting to pound, a concentrated throb right on the back of her skull. Slapping her hands around the pavement, Shira tried to find a patch that wasn’t ice to push herself up.

“Whoa.” Dov touched her arm, pressing lightly to keep her in place.

“I have things to do,” she said, stupidly. “I need to go.”

“Help her.” Ravi sounded out of breath. His words tumbled over each other, and his eyes were wild. He glanced from one face to another, and when no one did what he asked, he slid his arm around her shoulders. “I got you,” he whispered. “Call the ambulance, Dov.”

“Ravi…”

“Call them!”
Proserpina, Ripley. The Thief of Hearts: A Reverse Harem Mystery .(Kindle Locations 231-250). Kindle Edition.

However, not all is altruistic with these guys.

As Shira works hard to try to validate the new items, the guys keep turning up. Ravi takes her to a Hanukkah dinner at his grandmother’s and then things start getting a bit crazy.

A break-in, an arrest, some interesting and conflicting documentation and a relationship that gets real hot, very fast with what appears to be the wrong man.

I really enjoyed this holiday tale, the story emerges over the eight days and has plenty of suspense, drama and sizzle.

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Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, and “Missing Linc” from the paranormal series, The Aegeans in the horror romance anthology, Bloody Kisses.

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Christmas Countdown! Light Me Up By Rebecca Royce



Light Me Up
By
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Ruth has been a vampire for sixty-five years after being assaulted by a vampire during World War II while her family hid from the Nazis. One night, she is drawn to a house where they are celebrating Hanukkah and the candles are burning in the window. There, she meets a man, Benjamin Fox, who is immune to her vampire charms. Ben is thirty-five years old and dying of a heart problem he’s had since he was a child.

Together, they will form a friendship that could be so much more if either could allow it. But when Ben is about to succumb to his illness, Ruth must decide whether to give in to his wishes and make him a vampire too. She is, he’s decided, his ultimate Hanukkah gift.

While I call this my Christmas Countdown, Hanukkah is also celebrated this month. In fact it starts at sundown tonight. So light your menorah, and begin the festival of lights with this fun tale.

Ruth was turned in to a vampire during WWII, she was being transported most likely to a concentration camp when everything went to hell. She doesn’t remember the how, and really it doesn’t matter anymore. She is what she is. On this particular night she is drawn to a window where children are lighting the menorah.

Benjamin has come to his family for Hanukkah, it is most certainly his last. His heart is failing and he wants to enjoy this holiday with his parents, sister, her husband and their children, but most of all his grandmother.

Now usually when Ruth approaches someone, they fall into thrall, not so with Benjamin and hearing his struggling heart she knows she can’t feed from him. Instead they have a conversation, this is a favorite scene.

Ruth stopped her approach and regarded him. How had he known she was there? She hadn’t made a sound he would be able to hear.

Shrugging, she decided she didn’t care. She’d wanted to see him, and she was going to. He wouldn’t remember his encounter unless she wanted him to. Being a Vampire was convenient in that way.

Pitch-black hair fell around his eyes, covering up the top half of his face so his chocolate-brown eyes were barely visible. His frame looked thin, even with welldefined muscles shaping his expensive clothes. Only the dark circles under his eyes gave any outward evidence of the illness within.

“Hello.” She spoke first because she knew he would not. Prey never did.

“Hi.” His voice was low and musical. She wondered if he sang.

“What is your name?”

Ruth spent so little time speaking to others, truly less and less as the years went by, that she still held the accent of her human youth. Anyone who listened would think she was a Polish immigrant. This suited her fine. She never stayed in the company of anyone long enough for them to care.

“My name is Ben.” He cleared his throat. “Benjamin Fox.”

“Hello, Ben.”

She stared into his eyes for a moment, and a strange longing hit her stomach. How nice would it be to be just a girl meeting this young man on the street? But longings were for people with futures, something she did not have, since she was dead, and something she suspected he had run out of.

“Are you aware you are sick?”

“I am. I have been nearly my whole life. I was born with a heart defect. It’s gotten worse. There isn’t much time left.”

Well, that answered her question. She reached up and touched the side of his face. This period of time, the moments when she could speak to him, ask him questions and get the answers to anything she wanted to know, she thought of this as the ‘enthralled time.’ It didn’t last forever.

Eventually, his human mind would push through, and his fight or flee response would take over. Most Vampires didn’t bother to speak to their prey. They ate, decided whether or not to kill the subject, and moved on.

Usually she didn’t talk much either, but since she wasn’t going to feed off Ben —it most certainly would kill him considering his health issues— she thought one conversation wouldn’t hurt anything. Tonight was such a different experience for her from start to finish. She might as well make it a doozy.

“What are you doing here tonight?”

“I came to see my grandmother. The whole family is gathering. It’s going to be my last holiday. I have weeks left at best.”

Not that long, but she wouldn’t tell him that. As a giver of death, she was acutely knowledgeable on the subject. Benjamin Fox had days.

“Do you celebrate Hanukkah for all eight nights or just the first few?”

He shook his head. “I’m not very observant, wasn’t raised that way, but Grandma does. I wanted to make sure I saw her this year.” He paused. “Do you?”

Startled, she wasn’t sure she heard him correctly.

“What?”

“I asked if you do all eight nights?”

“No.” What had just happened? He shouldn’t be able to think clearly enough to ask her questions, not while he was enthralled. “Not since I was a human.”

He raised a black eyebrow before he snickered. “Since you were a human? What are you now? A snake that walks instead of slithers?”

“No, a Vampire.”
Royce, Rebecca. Light Me Up. Kindle Locations (74-109). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

A very interesting relationship starts from this initial conversation, and develops into a most unusual love story. Of course the whole thing can’t go smoothly so throw in a Vampire hunter for an interesting plot twist.

Truly a delightful read with just enough heat.

5 contented Purrs for Rebecca!

Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

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It’s Back! Tradition Be Damned – Last Hope Book 1 By Rebecca Royce



Tradition Be Damned
Last Hope Book 1
By
Rebecca Royce

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It is the end of days…

Taken from her family at birth, and raised by the mystic Sisterhood, Anne understands she will fight the demons for the rest of her life. Often referred to as the Weird Sister, Anne longs for a life she knows she can never have and dreams of her five guards affections although she believes they hold her in disdain.

She couldn’t be more wrong.

Bryant, Mason, Garrett, Kieran and Milo see Anne for who she is and they’ve loved her every day they’ve known her, although they can never see her face. Fate has chosen them as her beloveds and when the already destroyed world falls apart, they will see they are meant to be…and that maybe all hope is not lost at all. Maybe it is just the beginning.

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In this post apocalypse world some females are born with a special gift. This gift is the reason they are taken from their parents as infants and raised to accept their gifts. Fighting and eliminating the demons that are rampant just about everywhere is their purpose. They are Sisters of the Rising Sun.

Sister Anne had been born to Sister Katrina’s biological sister. However, she has never been given preferential treatment.

As this story opens we meet Anne’s guards. The guards are numbered 1-5. On this assignment, she has a new 5. Her 1 had completed his ten years was paid and sent home. This meant all her other guards moved up and 5 was new.

After a particularly difficult assignment, and a bit of a misunderstanding Anne’s number one tracks her down in the kitchen.

I’d seen the insides of the barracks when I was twelve, having been sent out to bring supplies for a sick guard. They weren’t going to freeze to death, but neither were they going to be warm and snuggly.

I shook my head. My thinking was the problem. Sisters didn’t worry about things like the comfort or lack thereof their guards endured. Sisters assumed their guards were fine. I finished the bowl and shoved it down with more force than necessary. What was wrong with me?

I sank to my knees. Alone in the kitchen was a good place to right myself. Why was I this person? Okay, I could kill demons, even at half-strength, but in every other way possible, I wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be a Sister. I wasn’t cut out for it. Did Sisters ever quit? No one had ever indicated such a thing was possible. I knew retirement might become an option at age forty or older, but what did they do with defunct twenty-two-year-olds?

I wiped the escaping tears from my eyes, then rose to my feet. A knock on the kitchen door caught my attention, and I moved quickly to answer it.

One stood in the hallway. He dressed casually, not geared up to fight anything. Instead, he had brown pants and a gray hooded shirt on. One looked like the men I saw on my ventures out of the sisterhood. He’d fit in outside of here, which was great since he had four more years to go and then he would be one of them. He could then actually use his real name.

“Hello, Sister Anne.” He rocked back on his feet. “I was told you were in here. I asked one of the initiates to go get you from your quarters and ask if you’d speak to me. They said you were in here. As it’s acceptable for Guards to be in the kitchen, I came over.”

He was right. The kitchen could be a common area. On a few occasions, the guards came in to get something themselves, which was why we had to use our hoods in the common area.

“How can I help you?” That was the correct response. I would only make them from now on.

“Well.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. His blond hair, still pulled back in the bun, looked messier than I was used to seeing it. Dark circles marred his lovely face. “I haven’t been able to rest for a week. I’m afraid we hurt you, emotionally. That would never be our intention. Even Five. He’s new, and honestly, for as incredible a fighter as he is—which is why I sought him out for the position—he has foot-in-mouth disease and wants to throw himself over a cliff for the way his words seem to have wounded you.”

I wanted to laugh at the description, but I didn’t. Sisters didn’t laugh at things Guards said. I was going to be correct. I had to be.

“I …” I didn’t even know how to respond. “I worry I am the cause of embarrassment for the five of you, and as far as I can tell, you are all the best of the best. I don’t want you to wish you worked for someone else. This is a decade of your life. It must feel like jail, an incarceration you agreed to in order to move your families out of the Deadlands. But I’d rather it be pleasant and not all horrible.”

His eyes widened, and he fell to his knees. “My lady—”

“I am not any kind of a lady.”

One shook his head. “You certainly are. Sister Anne, this is not a jail. Being with you, seeing what you can do and how strong and brave you are … it makes me want to be stronger, too. You treat us with such respect. It’s a gift from the divinities that you are my Sister.”

My heart raced. I’d never been spoken to like this in my entire life nor had I ever expected to be addressed so. “Please rise, One. I wouldn’t have you on your knees. You are an amazing man. There is never a need for you to lower yourself to me. I’m a woman, a peasant, who happened to have this strange gift. I should be thanking you more than I do, but I can’t figure out what is right and what makes you all want to run for the hills. Day after day, you go out there and might die to keep me, a woman you hardly know, alive. You’re brave beyond my knowledge to express. But I do everything wrong with the five of you.”

He raised his eyes to mine and rose. “You are our Sister. What you do, therefore, is inherently correct. Always. And I know that Mason, Garrett, Kieran, and even Milo feel the same way. I’m sorry; that’s Two, Three, Four and Five.” He reached out to touch the side of my gown by my arm, gently. He tugged on it slightly. The gesture seemed almost like he did it unconsciously more than anything else.

I lowered my voice. “What is your name, One?”

He smiled and nodded his head. “I’m Bryant. And I am always at your service, Sister Anne.”
Royce, Rebecca. Tradition Be Damned (Last Hope Book 1) (pp. 28-31). After Glows Publishing. Kindle Edition.

I love the rebellious Anne as she learns more about her guard and falls for each of them.

We meet Danielle, a Sister who doesn’t dress or act like one and her guards are the same yet different. Anne’s goal was to eliminate demons at the mines, and she will, just not when or how you think it will happen.

There is loss, pain, reunion, suspense, simmer to sizzle heat and so much more!

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!

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Light Unfolding – Wings of Artemis Book 8 By Rebecca Royce



Light Unfolding
Wings of Artemis Book 8
By
Rebecca Royce

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Time may be cruel, and space unforgiving, but their love is forever.

Hurled across time and space, Waverly Sandler lives in unexpected exile on a planet doomed to be destroyed. A nurse and caretaker, she finds herself going through the motions waiting for an inevitable end she cannot change and missing the four parts of her soul she left behind—in the future—whenever. The last thing she expected was salvation in the eleventh hour, or a wild journey through the time warping effects of the black hole, but their reunion is only the next step in an ever spiraling journey.

With Ari, Jackson, Rohan, and Canyon willing to break every rule, they will rely on Waverly to light their path.

Let me say now that if you haven’t read Book 7 ‘Dark Demise’ go read it first. This book takes over where that one left off.

I can’t imagine being sent back in time, let alone to a place that doesn’t exist anymore in my own time. Knowing what’s going to happen and being trapped there, for Waverly, was devastating. She kept hinting but no one would believe her.

When the Artemis shows up with a very different Melissa Anderson on board she was shocked by the difference between the one she knows and the one she faces off with.

Worse though is when her husbands find her and are racing against time to save her.

This is a favorite scene, and the first one that had me in tears.

“Waverly,” a voice I’d never hear again called out to me. I sighed. Every once in a while I hallucinated hearing one of my guys. This time it was Rohan. I stared down at my feet. The delusion would pass.

“Waverly.” A hand grabbed onto me, and I reacted, fighting back from the touch. Whoever it was could just get their hands off me. They could…

I gasped. It really was Rohan. He held onto me, observing me with wide eyes before tugging me into a tight embrace. “Rohan?”

I couldn’t seem to say anything else. He smelled right. I closed my eyes. If he were fake, he would smell wrong or something. This was real.

I found my voice again. “How?”

“We can’t wait. I’ll explain.” He shook, holding me. “I’ve got her guys. Yes, coming. Everyone to the ship. There’s no time to lose. Minutes.”

“Until what?”

He took my cheeks in his hand. “Until the bombs.”

I shook my head. “No.” The reality of this slammed into me like a truck hitting me. “We have to warn people. We have to get them out. I have friends.”

He didn’t let go of my arm, didn’t loosen his grip. “We can’t. No one would believe us. We’d be locked up for questioning and die with them. We can’t save everyone.”

I tugged against his hold. “Okay, not everyone. Just my friends.”

“Waverly, we have minutes. Where are your friends?”

I wanted to have a different answer but I didn’t. “Not close. Oh Rohan, no. I can’t do this. I can’t. It’s too much.” I’d never fallen apart in my life. I was the girl who survived things, who found a way to make everything work. I didn’t lose it in hard circumstances, and yet here I was crumbling.

He shook his head. “I’ve got you, Wavey. I promise.”

Rohan was strong and steady. Strong enough to carry me even when I fought him all the way to the ship. I didn’t even know what I was screaming about by the time he got me inside. I’d given up hitting and kicking him. I couldn’t really explain why I did that at all.

He set me on a table in the med bay. They’d come on Artemis, but our version of it. An older ship than the one Melissa had appeared on. I felt it jolt, becoming airborne seconds before Ari appeared in front of me. Rohan hadn’t changed his appearance at all, but Ari needed to shave. His blond hair was kept in a rubber band, so I couldn’t tell how long it was.

I couldn’t stop crying.

“I don’t know.” Rohan said to Ari. “It’s the bombs. She didn’t want to leave anyone.”

Ari nodded. “Of course she didn’t.” He touched my hair, running his hand through it. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

He never used that name for me, but this was too awful to even focus on that. I jumped off the table and rushed to the viewport. The planet shrank behind us. I cried out. Any second, this place— one I’d never have chosen to see, but had been my home for ten months— would be no more.
We’d no sooner pulled out of orbit than a bright light obscured my view. I closed my eyes. It was gone. Just like that. I put my hand over my face.

“Thank you for coming.” My voice shook. “I… I…”

A hand came to my back. It was Rohan. “Don’t thank us. This happened to you because of us. We love you. We’d never leave you there.”
Royce, Rebecca. Light Unfolding: A Reverse Harem Science Fiction Romance (Wings of Artemis Book 8) (Kindle Locations 270-297). Rebecca Royce. Kindle Edition.

Waverly had been sent back in time with a device, now they were headed home through the black hole. Of her husbands, only Cannon hadn’t welcomed her, there was a problem.

Ari with Jackson and Waverly’s help goes about solving Cannon’s problem. This was intense, bring on the sniffling again.

The love shines through with every interaction between Waverly and her husbands.

A discovery in the black hole could mean the end of their world, but Waverly does something with the aid of her men that may change that, or may not.

Of course her father is still out there causing havoc along with the Evander corporation.

I did a lot of crying in this one but damn if I wasn’t smiling and saying Oh yeah by the end.

It seems the next book could be extremely interesting, I can’t wait!

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

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

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

I’d love to hear from you!

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