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Defending Morgan – Mountain Mercenaries Book 3 By Susan Stoker



Defending Morgan
Mountain Mercenaries Book 3
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Susan Stoker

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Dispatched to the Dominican Republic to rescue a kidnapped child, former Navy SEAL Archer “Arrow” Kane makes a startling discovery: another hostage—Morgan Byrd, a very beautiful and very well-known missing person who disappeared off the streets of Atlanta a year ago. She’s brave, resilient, and unbroken. All Arrow wants to know is why she ended up in a shack in Santo Domingo. All he feels is the desire to protect.

Morgan is done being the victim and is determined to find out who hates her so much that they want her gone—but not dead. Until then, she has Arrow, an alpha stranger who’s offering a warm and safe place to hide. But as the passion between them flares, so does the fear that whoever took Morgan will do anything to get her back. For Arrow, protecting this woman with a mysterious enemy is the most dangerous mission of his life. And it’s worth every beat of his heart.

I’ve decided that Susan Stoker’s mind is a very scary place. I don’t know how she consistently comes up with new and harrowing ideas but they are excellent.

I have been waiting for this book since the tease at the end of Defending Chloe. The accidental discovery of someone who has been missing for a year while rescuing a child taken by her father was surprising to say the least.

Archer and his team have paperwork for the child to return to the states but not for Morgan. Having them split up to avoid detection had me biting my nails even as I could smell the garbage and see the abandoned rundown building they hid in.

Keeping Morgan safe while also gaining information was a challenge Archer accepted without question.

This is a favorite scene.

It took another twenty minutes for Arrow to put everything in place, but when he was finished, he felt satisfied that he’d done what he could to give him and Morgan a window of opportunity to get the hell out of this part of the city undetected.

Crouching down between two buildings, Arrow waited for the first detonator to go off.

When it did, he was pleased to see the two men lurking nearby take off running toward the sound.

As he made his way back toward Morgan, he heard the other explosions he’d set. They went off right on time, hopefully leading the assholes away from his and Morgan’s escape route.

The second he entered the alley where he’d left Morgan, he could feel his body relaxing. He could see the mound of trash looked exactly as he’d left it earlier. Crouching, he whispered, “Morgan? It’s me, Arrow. It’s time to go.”

He brushed off the fish heads and bones and picked up the box he’d put around her head. She peered up at him, her pupils huge in her face and the dark alley.

“Come on, beautiful. Time to go.”

She awkwardly scooted out from under the debris, and when he brushed his fingers against hers, she grabbed hold of his hand as if she’d never let go.

Just then, a louder boom sounded to the west. That was the last explosion he’d rigged, and hopefully the one that would take all attention off where they might be as the thugs tried to figure out what was going on. Arrow had chosen the placements for the explosions carefully. He wasn’t opposed to killing, if it had to be done, but there was no way he was going to hurt someone indiscriminately. He’d used a bit of C-4 next to abandoned buildings, making sure there weren’t any squatters inside, and had used a timer to set them.

They should hopefully bring the police and fire department, and draw the attention of anyone looking for Morgan.

“I take it that’s your handiwork?” Morgan asked.

He could hear the fright, and relief, in her words. He’d been gone longer than he’d planned, but it had been necessary. He’d had to set the small flashbangs and explosions a bit farther out than he’d initially assumed.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, beautiful. I was just out for a nightly stroll.”

Her teeth flashed white when she smiled.

“Come on. Stay right by me and don’t talk. I’m pretty sure we should be in the clear, but I’m not going to take any chances.”

Morgan nodded and took a deep breath. She looked down at their clasped hands, then he felt her fingers loosening. He was about to protest, but she moved her hand to his waistband once more. Even through his shirt he could feel that her fingers were cool against him. He reached down and moved her hand so it was at the small of his back.

“Hang on, beautiful. There’s a bubble bath calling your name.”

Then, without another word, he set off out of the alley toward the east and safety.
Stoker, Susan. Defending Morgan (Mountain Mercenaries Book 3) (pp. 40-42). Kindle Edition.

For Morgan the return to the US did not ensure her safety. Whoever arranged for her to be taken and kept out of sight in the Caribbean was still out there and the possible suspects were many.

Plenty of hold your breath action, family drama, and romance as the Mountain Mercenaries do what they do best. Protect and find answers.

The twists and turns in this book had me on the edge of my seat with every turn of the page. Morgan and Arrow have a chemistry that will not be ignored and when the whole truth comes out, just wow.

I can’t wait to read Harlow and Black’s book, the tease has me wanting it now.

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Susan Stoker is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her series include Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes, SEAL of Protection, Delta Force Heroes, and Mountain Mercenaries. Married to a retired Army noncommissioned officer, Stoker has lived all over the country—from Missouri and California to Colorado and Texas—and currently lives under the big skies of Tennessee. A true believer in happily ever after, Stoker enjoys writing novels in which romance turns to love. To learn more about the author and her work, visit her website, or find her on Facebook. Links below.


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Shelter For Quinn – Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 13 by Susan Stoker



Shelter for Quinn
Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 13
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Freak. Witch. Ugly. Abomination.

Having grown up with a port-wine birthmark on her face and neck, Quinn Dixon’s heard them all. Her own mother couldn’t bear to touch her, let alone strangers. Years of stares and insults from everyone from classmates to foster families have made her understandably reluctant to trust. So when John comes along, of course he couldn’t be interested in more than a brief affair. He’ll get sick of all the gawking and whispers soon enough and leave her…just like everyone else.

John “Driftwood” Trettle was captivated by Quinn the moment they met. After months of skirting around their attraction, one pivotal evening finds John seizing the reins and refusing to be denied a chance to prove he’s worthy of Quinn’s time, her trust, and her love. To show her he’ll have her back, always, and defend her against anyone cruel or stupid enough to hurt his woman.

But he can’t protect against an unknown threat. Even if it wears a familiar face…

** Shelter for Quinn is the 13th book in the Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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Once again Susan Stoker takes on a topic that some may find difficult. This book is about lifelong bullying, how it has affected Quinn, and also about the people that perpetrate this sort of thing.

I’ve loved Quinn since we met her in Sophie’s book, the fact that she hides her port wine birthmark has tugged at my heartstrings from that moment.

John aka Driftwood has been trying to get Quinn to go out with him since he first met her. He sees her for who she is, a beautiful person inside and out. Her green eyes remind him of emeralds so he calls her Emmy. As this book opens, John has declared them dating and has taken Quinn to his place to recuperate from the girl’s night out.

While Quinn has agreed to this, she is surprised to find herself in John’s home in bed alone with him on the floor next to the bed.

This is a favorite scene.

John hadn’t taken advantage of her drunken state. She was still fully dressed. He’d simply put her to bed and presumably watched over her as she slept to make sure she was all right. A lot of men would’ve put her on the couch, or at least slept in their own bed next to her, but not John.

Snippets of conversations she’d had with her girlfriends over the last couple months came back. How she’d declared if she ever found a man who treated her like her friends’ men treated them, she’d latch on to him and never let go. But she’d been so scared of giving John a chance, of opening herself up to more than friendship.

Watching him immediately go after the men who were making fun of her last night, and watching him sleep now—on the floor by her side—made something inside Quinn snap into place.

Maybe she’d been an idiot. John wasn’t the kind of man to lead her on. He wasn’t out for a one-night stand.

Settling back down on her side, Quinn propped her head on her hand and kept her eyes on John. She didn’t look around. Didn’t check out his bedroom. She could only stare at the man below her.

It was probably ten minutes or so later when he began to stir. Quinn didn’t move, curious as to what he’d do when he woke up. He sighed, then inhaled deeply through his nose. He stretched, and she saw his forehead wrinkle in what she could only guess was confusion at the hard floor beneath him.

His eyes opened, and the first thing he did was look up at the bed.

Quinn didn’t flinch when he met her gaze.

The thing was, when John looked at her, he looked at her. His gaze didn’t drop to the red birthmark on her face and neck. He didn’t look away nervously. He stared into her eyes and held her gaze.

“Morning, Emmy,” he said with a deep rumble.

That was another thing. He’d started calling her Emmy because he’d said her eyes twinkled like emeralds. How could she not like that? “Morning,” she replied.

“Sleep well?” he asked as he sat up slowly.

“Better than you, probably,” she said honestly. “The floor couldn’t have been comfortable.”

“I’ve slept in worse places,” was his nonchalant reply.

“Why didn’t you put me on the couch?” she asked. “I would’ve been perfectly comfortable there.”

He stood then. Unfolding from the floor and moving like a sleek panther, he sat on the mattress next to her hip.

Quinn rolled over onto her back to prevent herself from falling into him.

“Because I wanted you here,” John said without a trace of guile. “I don’t know if you remember what I said last night, but you agreed to be my girlfriend.”

Quinn knew he hadn’t exactly asked, but went with it anyway. “I remember.”

He smiled. “And my girlfriend does not sleep on the couch,” he said firmly.

“Why didn’t you sleep next to me?” she asked.

“I may be an overbearing ass sometimes, and push you to do things you might not be comfortable with, but I’d never do something that intimate without making sure you were okay with it first.”

It was a good answer. “I would’ve been okay with it,” she told him.

“Noted.” He brushed a lock of her chestnut hair off her forehead. “Hungry?”

Quinn thought about it and, despite all that she’d drank the night before, found that she was. Nodding, she said, “I could eat.”

“Great. Feel free to take a shower, although I don’t have any fancy shampoo or conditioner that you’re probably used to. You can borrow one of my T-shirts, but you’ll have to wear your jeans again. Nothing I have here will fit you. Is that okay?”

Sitting up, Quinn tilted her head at him. “And if it’s not?

John shrugged. “Then I’ll go over to your apartment and grab something for you. Or I can take you home right now and we can eat breakfast at your apartment, or we can go out. Or you could decide to go back to bed when you get home. It’s Saturday and you’re not working today, so you might have plans.”

It was Saturday, but she didn’t have plans. Quinn spent most weekends holed up in her apartment. She didn’t like going out in public if she didn’t have to. Thanks to the stares and comments she’d heard over the years, it was simpler to not put herself in the kinds of situations that would be uncomfortable for everyone around her. “I don’t have plans,” she told him. “And I’d love to shower here.”

John smiled. “Perfect.” Then he simply sat there and stared at her for the longest time.
Stoker, Susan. Shelter for Quinn (Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 13) (pp. 2-5). Stoker Aces Production, LLC. Kindle Edition.

From a creepy neighbor to adjusting to a man who defends her at every turn is quite a challenge for Quinn. All the women are so very happy for the two of them, even as they aren’t as sure about Taco’s new girlfriend. I wanted to smack her more than once.

There are a lot of twists and turns in this story and I was sniffling more than once. This is a page turning read you won’t want to miss.

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.


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Legacy Is HERE! Securing Caite – SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 1 by Susan Stoker





Securing Caite
SEAL of Protection: Legacy Book 1
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Caite McCallan is a Department of Defense admin working in Bahrain when a glitchy elevator, of all things, leads to an unexpected invitation to dinner by a gorgeous Navy SEAL. When he later stands her up, Caite’s understandably upset…until she overhears a plot that confirms Rocco didn’t blow her off. Instead, he and two fellow SEALs are in danger—and Caite is forced to put her career and her life on the line to save them.

Blake “Rocco” Wise never expected his routine mission to go sideways, but he was even more surprised to find himself and his teammates rescued by the adorably shy woman he met in a stalled elevator. Caite’s selfless act saved his life, but when attempts on her own make it clear someone wants her gone, it’s Rocco’s turn to protect the brave, sweet, sexy woman. The longer he knows her, the more he wants her…but keeping Caite close could bring her nearer to the enemy than ever before.

** Securing Caite is the 1st book in the SEAL of Protection: Legacy Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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Once again Susan has delivered a strong sexy heroine, one who has no idea how smart, beautiful and desirable she is.

Caite meets Blake ‘Rocco’ Wise in an unusual way, they get stuck in the elevator at her office. After finding out his boss is her bosses boss she knows she shouldn’t see him again. But when he asks her to dinner she just can’t refuse.

Rocco dubs Caite ma petite fée, my petite fairy because she was so tiny compared to him. Now he can’t get her off his mind and his teammates convince him to go see her before they go do their recon mission.

This is a favorite scene.

I’ve just learned to stay quiet and listen. It’s crazy what people will say to each other or on the phone when they don’t take the time to look around and see who might be listening. I already blend into the background, and people only tend to notice me when they’re really looking.” She shrugged. “It’s easier, and safer, to lay low and not make a fuss than try to rock the boat.”

Rocco shook his head. “First, you do not blend into the background. I have no idea why you think that.”

“Because it’s true,” Caite insisted. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t know what to do if men hit on me all the time or if women were constantly trying to talk to me.”

“I saw you the second we walked into that elevator,” Rocco said. “And I don’t just mean because you were the only one in there. You were flushed from the heat and irritated that I’d dare force myself into your elevator.”

She stared up at him with huge guilty eyes.

He went on. “You were surprised we’d even bothered to say hello, and when the elevator stopped, you weren’t fazed, you just plunked yourself down on the ground without a word of complaint.”

“I told you that I hate to complain because it never does any good,” she said, blushing harder.

“I’m thinking the people you’ve known in your life are blind,” Rocco said. “Either that or they’re so narcissistic, they never take the time to look around and notice anyone else. I’m sorry others are assholes to you, especially my fellow navy peers. I’m sorry that you have to put up with rude behavior. I’m sorry that you haven’t found anyone you feel safe enough with to explore Bahrain. It’s an amazing country, with wonderful people. Yes, their culture is very different from ours, but that’s what makes it so wonderful. If I was going to be here longer, I’d absolutely give you a tour. I’d show you what areas to stay away from and how to navigate the city. I’d show you how delicious falafel and machboos are and take you to Tariq Pastries, so you could try their chocolate-dipped baklava.”

Caite licked her lips as she stared up at him, and the longing on her face was almost painful to witness.

Rocco raised a hand slowly and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. He stared into her dark blue eyes and said, “Don’t sell yourself short, ma petite fée. And don’t think that no one sees you. I do. Those assholes sexually harassing you in French saw you too. And I bet your boss is threatened by you, so he sees you as well. You’re an adult. You can do what you want, all I’m asking is that you’re careful. Staying quiet is often a good idea, except when it’s not.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“There’s a time to be silent, and there’s a time to yell as loud as you can at the top of your lungs. You’ll know the difference when the time comes.”

Caite took a deep breath and straightened. Rocco forced his hand back to the edge of the bench. Her skin was soft, and he’d wanted nothing more than to shove his fingers in her hair, tilt her head back, and see if her lips were as soft and sweet as the rest of her.

Clearing his throat, Rocco said, “So…tonight…dinner?”

Caite nodded.

“Please tell me you don’t want to go to the Taco Bell here on the base,” he quipped.

She smiled. “No.”

“Good. There’s a place in Block 338 that I think you’d like.” “Block 338?” Rocco looked at her in surprise. “Yeah. Some of neighborhoods around Manama are labeled in blocks. For instance, the naval base is closest to Block 338, and the Ritz-Carlton is north of here on the other side of the island in Block 428. And there are some areas that you just plain shouldn’t go to, no matter what. Like Block 404 and 424. They aren’t safe.”

She nodded. “I got the briefing when I arrived. The US embassy puts out maps of places that are off limits. I don’t remember anything about blocks, but they gave us a map of the city with some areas marked in red where we shouldn’t go.”

“Good. Anyway, Block 338 isn’t too far from the base. There’s a restaurant inside a hotel that’s really good. It’s called Kolors, and it’s got just about every kind of international food you could ever want. But if nothing appeals, Miz Natasha will let us special order anything you want, even if it’s not on the menu. I didn’t think you’d be comfortable going way off base, but maybe you could trust me enough to go just a bit farther than you’ve been so far.”

Caite nodded immediately, which made him feel good. “I’d like that.”

“Then it’s a date.” Rocco couldn’t stop smiling when she blushed again. He could see a sheen of sweat on her forehead and knew it was time to get his girl inside.

He stilled at that thought. His girl. The very idea was irrational, and way too soon, but it didn’t feel wrong.

He stood and held out his hand.

“Come on. Time for you to go inside before you melt.”

“It’s hot out here,” she said in her defense even as she stood.

“You don’t know hot until you’ve been in the Iraqi desert, in full uniform, including bulletproof vest and helmet, in one-hundred-and-twenty-degree temps in the glaring sun, tracking down insurgents,” Rocco said without thought. “This feels like a nice spring day in comparison.”

She stopped him with a hand on his arm. Concern was written all over her face. “Thank you, Rocco.”

“For what?”

“For what you do. For your service to our country. For having to trek through the one-hundred-and-twenty-degree heat to keep people like me safe. Our way of life. Just…thank you.”

His heart melted. “It’s words like yours that make it all worthwhile.”

And without thought, he did what felt right. He leaned over and gently brushed his lips against hers.
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If you’ve read any of Susan’s book you know something is going to go FUBAR here and it does. I started crying at this point wondering how they will get out of this impossible situation.

It is Caite who comes to the rescue and Gumby, Ace and Rocco are stunned at her bravery and naivete. Unfortunately this also means the end of their mission and they return to the states.

Of course this is going to have repercussions for Caite, even though they keep her out of the official report. She was seen wearing the traditional abaya and hijab, and it was reason enough for her unreasonable boss to fire her and send her home.

Now everything heats up, her relationship with Rocco, becoming friends with his team, and frequent harrowing experiences. All this pointing to someone of high rank on their home base.

We get to see some of our favorites characters in this one two, including Wolf and Caroline, Cookie and Fiona, and Slade and Dakota.

A can’t put it down read, filled with suspense, tension, love and so much more! I know for sure this series is going to be as amazing as the original SEALs of Protection.

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New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.

She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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New Release! Defending Chloe – Mountain Mercenaries Book 2 by Susan Stoker



Defending Chloe
Mountain Mercenaries
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Love is the best defense in New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker’s explosive Mountain Mercenaries novel.

Gorgeous women don’t just stumble onto Ronan Cross’s remote property. But this one—vulnerable, victimized, and needing the kind of help only Ronan can offer—tells a story that makes his blood boil almost as hot as his need to protect her.

Since her father’s death, Chloe Harris has become a prisoner. Her own brother, a flesh peddler and low-level player in the Denver Mafia, is forcing her to sell her body for an endgame Chloe never saw coming: control over a vast fortune. Her only way out is to run—straight into the arms of the one hard-bodied man she can trust.

Defending Chloe could rain punishment down on the Mountain Mercenaries. Her brother has Mob connections and the local police in his pocket. But Ronan still has an edge—the unshakable loyalty of his deadly teammates. As well as an unquenchable thirst for retribution…and Chloe.

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One of the things I like about Susan’s books is she gives just enough lead in to hook you for the next book in the series. In ‘Defending Allye’ we met Chloe when she showed up at Ro’s garage and asks to use his phone. Now we get the whole story.

Since her father’s death, things have gone downhill for Chloe and she’s living under her brother’s thumb now. A situation she is trying to get out of without getting herself killed.

Ro can’t stop thinking about the woman who showed up out of nowhere at his garage and asked to use the phone. He keeps seeing the large bruise on her back. He had given her his card, but he didn’t think she was going to call him. He put the team on finding information on her, which leads to the discovery her brother owns a strip bar. Then the planning begins.

This is a favorite scene when Ro sees her working there.

The amount of flesh on display did nothing for Ro. He enjoyed the female form as much as any heterosexual male, but he wasn’t there for pleasure. He dreaded finding Chloe, but at the same time hoped he’d see her tonight. The clothes she’d been wearing two weeks ago were the only reason he thought she might be there. He couldn’t imagine why else she’d been wearing the skimpy outfit she’d had on.

He eyed the waitress who was returning with their order. When she leaned over the table to set down the drinks, her tits threatened to pop out of the bikini top she was almost wearing.

When she was done, she put the tray under an arm and leaned on the table with her hands. The position was provocative and sexual and would’ve been extremely hot—if not for the stressed look on her face. “Are you boys new here?”

“Sure thing, beautiful,” Arrow replied for the group.

“Welcome to BJ’s. Where your pleasure is my pleasure,” she said in an almost bored tone. “Anything you need, all you have to do is ask. Feel free to walk around, and know that all the servers accept tips, just as the dancers do. We have private rooms in the back, where you can get to know any of the women better. If you’re interested, just talk to the object of your affection. She’ll let you know the price for what you want.”

She looked over her shoulder then, and Ro couldn’t help but follow her line of vision.

He stiffened when he saw Chloe following a man out of the guarded hallway.

She was looking at the ground and shuffling along behind the man as if embarrassed, rubbing her bare arms and frowning.

Ro shifted in his seat, ready to get up and rush over to her, but Gray put a hand on his arm, halting him.

The waitress looked back at them and straightened. “Your regular waitress should be here soon to see if you need anything else, but I’m available for hire in a back room if you’re so inclined.” And with that parting shot, she winked, then turned and headed straight for Chloe.

“What. The. Fuck?” Arrow bit out. “Did she just tell us that we could have any woman here for a price?”

“Sounded like it to me,” Gray said.

Ro didn’t respond, instead keeping his eye on Chloe. The waitress walked up to her and bent her head to have a short conversation. Chloe nodded and went to the bar to pick up a tray. When she turned her back, Ro glanced at what she was wearing. Compared to most of the servers, it was downright nunlike. But that made her all the more intriguing, and he saw several men ogling her arse as she turned to face the bar. She was still showing way too much skin for Ro’s taste . . . and her own, as well, it seemed. Her heels were a modest three or so inches, whereas the other women were wearing anywhere from four to six. With the added inches, Ro estimated she’d be just about the same height as he was. Chloe had on a short skirt that came to the middle of her thighs. She wore a corset top, which made her waist look small but her tits look way too large for her frame. They were sitting high on her chest and definitely on display. Her shoulders were hunched, as if she was trying to hide herself from the men leering at her, but it was no use. There was no hiding the abundance of flesh that had been pushed up on her chest.

She was way curvier than their previous server; her corset didn’t quite cover her belly, and a tiny pooch was on display as she made her way reluctantly to their table. Every step made the skirt she was wearing ride up her curvy thighs, until she was almost flashing them by the time she arrived.

She looked uncomfortable and miserable, and Ro wanted to throw his arms around her to shield her from the stares and lust of the men in the room and spirit her away.

Forcing himself to stay seated, he waited to see what she would say or do when she came up to their table. He was eager to see if she’d pretend to not know him, or if she’d acknowledge that they’d met before.

She walked up and stopped where their previous waitress had stood. But she held the tray in front of her, as if shielding herself from their gazes, and kept her eyes on the floor.

“Welcome to BJ’s. Where your pleasure is my pleasure,” she said in a shaky voice. “I hope you’re enjoying your drinks. Anything you need, all you have to do is ask.

There are private rooms in the back, and it would be my pleasure to show you the excellent hospitality BJ’s is known for . . . if that’s your desire.”

She waited, and Ro swore she was holding her breath. He was furious that she and the other waitress were basically whoring themselves out, but he didn’t act on that anger. Now wasn’t the time or the place.

“Chloe?” he asked quietly, wanting to reach for her, but not wanting to upset her any more than she was already.

At the sound of her name, her eyes came up for the first time and met his, flaring wide. He could barely see them in the dim atmosphere of the club, but he thought they were a dark brown. She obviously wasn’t wearing the purple contacts she’d had in when he’d first met her. She had heavy makeup on her face, and her straight black hair was swept back into a messy bun at the nape of her neck.

She opened her mouth to speak, but abruptly closed it.

“Don’t panic,” Ro told her quickly. “Me and my friends are here to see if you need help. If not, if you’re cool, then we are too. But if you don’t want to be here and need assistance, all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

She continued to stare at him with eyes as big as saucers. He saw she was gripping the tray so hard her knuckles were turning white. She looked away from him to Gray and Arrow, then her eyes came back to him. “Why?” she asked.

“Because in my world, no one hurts a woman. She doesn’t have a fist-size bruise on her back, and she definitely doesn’t wander around Black Forest without a purse or a way to call for help, wearing clothes too small and heels too high.”

She flinched at that and took a deep breath. “I . . . I can’t . . . I don’t know . . .”

“Stop panicking,” Gray ordered, and her eyes swung to him. “First things first. Are you okay? Are you safe?”

Chloe licked her lips and looked to the side, but neither nodded nor shook her head.

“Okay, that answers that. Is it just your brother who’s watching you?” Gray asked.

They got a little head shake at that. “When do you get off work?” Arrow asked.

“Three.”

Ro looked at his watch. It was one thirty. She still had another hour and a half to go. “Do you have to go in the back room with anyone who asks?”

She nodded her head.

Ro leaned forward and ordered, “Look at me, love.”

She looked at him, and he was stunned at the hope and fear he saw in her eyes. It made him want to take her in his arms and lead her out of there without another word. But he knew they’d never make it to the door. Not if she was being watched by more than her brother. “You tell anyone who asks that I’ve already paid for your next session in a private room.”
Stoker, Susan. Defending Chloe (Mountain Mercenaries Book 2) (pp. 31-34). Montlake Romance. Kindle Edition.

Now Ro would rather have just walked out with her, but that wasn’t happening. The process of getting Chloe to safety becomes far more complicated.

I loved all the twists and turns in this book as the team uncovers the facts. Ro has a long way to go to establish trust with Chloe and that journey is as convoluted as the investigation.

The tease for the next book was awesome and I really can’t wait for it to come out.

Emotional, intense, romantic and action packed. Don’t miss this book!

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OMG! Rescuing Mary – Delta Force Heroes Book 9 By Susan Stoker



Rescuing Mary
Delta Force Heroes Book 9
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Susan Stoker


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Ford “Truck” Laughlin and Mary Weston have weathered their share of storms over the last couple years. Truck’s job, Mary’s health. His bossiness, her bitchiness. All while dancing around their intense attraction. Mary’s tried to push him away for his own good but Truck won’t let her give up…on herself or on them. Just when she decides they deserve a fair shot, disaster strikes.

Truck has wanted Mary since the moment he saw her. The prickly woman pushes all his buttons and looks beyond his scarred exterior, something few women have managed. His plan to take their relationship to the next level is stalled when he’s injured on a mission. And he’s barely feeling like his old self again before the couple is dealt another blow, one that could permanently end their chances…and their lives.

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Rescuing Mary is the 9th book in the Delta Force Heroes Series. Usually my books are stand-alones, but in this case, I feel you would get more enjoyment out of the story if you read the other books first, since Mary and Truck’s relationship evolves throughout the series. If nothing else, I recommend reading the first book in the series, Rescuing Rayne, where their relationship began.

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If you haven’t read Rescuing Rayne, go read it first. It will help you understand this book better. I have read the entire series from the beginning so this is the story I’ve long awaited.

Truck and Mary’s secret wedding has been exposed. Everyone was angry but Rayne was more than that she feels totally betrayed. The guys have already had it out, the women have taken sides and everything is a mess.

We learn Mary’s backstory in this book, have the tissues ready, keep them at your side, you will need them for this and so much more.

If you’ve been following this story you know that Mary has now battled breast cancer twice. This second time is when she and Truck got married. He insisted on it so she would have his insurance for the battle. For Truck, it was also because he loves her and whether she will admit it or not Mary loves him too. We’ve all seen it and felt it in the previous books. Now it’s time to learn everything about these two.

The thing is, while they have slept together there has been nothing physical happening. Truck is ready to take this relationship to the next level, but Mary needs to make that decision.

Mary is missing her best friend, so when Rayne comes into the bank with Emily and Casey she takes the opportunity to start the conversation they need to have.

Then all hell breaks loose while they are in the break room.

This is a favorite scene.

Holding her hand up to the other women, she stuck her head out of the break room and looked over the heads of the tellers at the windows.

What she saw had Mary moving before she’d really even thought about it. She grabbed Rayne’s hand and gestured for Emily and Casey to follow her. “Don’t say a word!” she whispered urgently. “Follow me.”

Without waiting for them to respond, she tugged Rayne out the door and headed for the safety-deposit vault. The safest place for them was there. Even though Mary hated the room, it was absolutely impenetrable.

Not only that, but if the two men with guns in the lobby decided they wanted more money than what was in the tellers’ drawers, they’d ask to be let into the money vault, not the one with the safety-deposit boxes.

“Holy shit,” Rayne exclaimed softly as Mary pulled her inside. “Is this really happening?”

Without answering, Mary gestured for Emily and Casey to hurry and the second they cleared the door, she shut it as quietly as she could, even though she didn’t think the robbers could hear the door shutting over the sounds of the screams and crying now coming from the packed lobby.

Mary did what she’d been trained to do in a situation like this. She secured the door, trying not to shiver when it felt like the lid to a coffin shutting, and went straight to the phone on the wall. It was a separate line from the rest of the bank, for safety reasons. No one would see the red light on the desk phones indicating someone was using it. She dialed 9-1-1 and quickly explained the situation to the operator.

She didn’t have a lot of details, but told the lady where she was, who she was with, approximately how many customers there were in the lobby as far as she knew, how many robbers she saw, and how many bank employees there were. The operator wanted her to stay on the line, but Mary hung up and immediately dialed another number.

Rayne, Emily, and Casey were murmuring behind her, but Mary ignored them for the time being. “Come on, come on,” she chanted as the phone rang in her ear.

“Hello?”

The sound of Truck’s voice immediately calmed her. “Truck, it’s Mary. I need you.”

“What’s wrong?” His voice was hard, but composed. It kept her from losing her shit.

“I’m at the bank and there’s a robbery in progress. Rayne, Emily, and Casey are with me, and I locked us in the safety-deposit vault. We can’t hear what’s going on out there, but the guys had guns.”

“Are you all right?”

At his question, Mary’s eyes filled with tears. How like Truck to worry about her first. “Yeah.”

“And the others?”

Mary turned to look at her friends. They were huddled together and looked completely terrified. “They’re good. We’re all good,” she told Truck, lying. She didn’t think he needed to know they were on the verge of freaking out.

“Okay. I’m on the way. The guys are all here…and I’m gonna bring another Delta team with me. We’ve got this. Hear me?”

“Yeah. I called 9-1-1.”

“Good. Mary…we got this,” Truck said again, more urgently. “All you gotta do is stay safe. Can they get in?”

“Maybe. I’ve hit the panic button from inside the vault, which locks it down, but my boss has the override code. I’m hoping if they want money, they won’t bother with this vault, they’ll want the one with the money. My boss should steer them toward that one.”

“Stay away from the door,” Truck ordered. She could hear him moving in the background and hoped like hell he really was on his way right that second. “Can you barricade it in any way?”

“No. There’s a table in here, but it’s bolted to the floor, and it would be too heavy for us to move even if it wasn’t.”

“Fuck. Okay, that’s okay. I bet those guys are already gone. They’ll take what money they can and get the fuck out. We’re comin’ for you, Mare. You tell the others their men are comin’ too. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t do anything rash,” Truck warned. “I love you.”

Mary’s stomach tightened at his words. He’d never come out and said it before. Oh, she knew he loved her, but she hadn’t heard the words. Hearing them now was almost painful. “Be careful,” she whispered, wanting to return his words, but not able to make herself say them.
Stoker, Susan. Rescuing Mary (Delta Force Heroes Book 9) (Kindle Locations 475-510). Stoker Aces Production, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Now you would think a bank robbery would be enough excitement for one book, but no. Susan takes us on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as the guys head off for a mission and return.

I really can’t say much without revealing things better read. Just know that Truck’s past and Mary’s, combined with the telling of her treatments, detailed in a way that only Susan can, will pull on your heartstrings.

Even though I had to put this book down several times for tears invoked, there’s plenty of laughter and love in this book too.

The epilogue takes us into the future for each of the couples, a truly fitting end to this wonderful series. Thank you for this journey.

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She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.

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Re-Read of Sleeper SEALs! Protecting Dakota – Sleeper SEALs Book 1 by Susan Stoker



The Sleeper SEALs, are former U.S. Navy SEALs recruited by a new CIA counter-terror division to handle solo dark ops missions to combat terrorism on U.S. soil.

Each book in this multi-author branded series is a standalone novel, and the series does not have to be read in order. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

Protecting Dakota
Sleeper SEALs Book 1
SEALs of Protection Book 10
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Dakota James’s life has become the stuff of nightmares. The leader of the Ansar al-Shari’a terrorist group has become obsessed with her, determined to take her as his wife. On the run, she’ll have to pin her hopes on the retired SEAL charged with finding and stopping Aziz Fourati before he can carry out plans to bomb more US airports.

Recently recruited to join a sleeper SEAL team tasked with fighting terrorism on US soil, Slade “Cutter” Cutsinger, with the help of some Special Forces friends, has located the one woman who can identify the deadly Ansar al-Shari’a leader. That was the easy part. Keeping her safe proves more difficult than anyone ever imagined.

When she and her new friend, Caroline, are kidnapped by the terrorist group, Dakota can only pray Cutter and the SEALs will reach them before they’re taken out of the country–and away from Cutter forever.

** Protecting Dakota is a part of the SEAL of Protection Series. It is also in the “Sleeper SEAL” connected series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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Susan Stoker has joined up with many of my favorite authors to bring the Sleeper SEALs to life. I totally got distracted by reading this awesome series. So much so that I didn’t stop to review them all. With Silver Seals coming in the not so distant future, I thought I’d re-read and finish reviewing these now.

This first book brings to light a fear many of us have. That of domestic terrorists.

Dakota survives a domestic terror attack because the leader is attracted to her. She manages to escape him but is now on the run.

Recruited by the CIA to be a sleeper SEAL, Cutter’s first assignment is to find Dakota, get a description of the terrorist and protect her while they flush him out. His first stop on this journey is to her father. Skeptical as to his intent her father puts him through quite the test before revealing what he knows. Which isn’t very much at all.

With the aid of the postcards from her dad and some from Tex Slade finally locates her.

This is a favorite scene as he tries to convince her he’s not a bad guy.

Dakota nodded and cursed under her breath. She didn’t want to take her eyes from Slade’s, but she couldn’t find the stupid handle.

“I told you last night, but my name is Slade Cutsinger. I’m a retired Navy SEAL and I’m here to keep you safe.”

“Uh huh,” Dakota murmured, only partly listening. She found the handle, finally, and pulled, planning on getting the hell away from the huge man currently glaring at her.

“I talked to your dad the other day. I saw the postcards. It’s how I found you.”

Dakota froze with one foot on the hard dirt outside her vehicle and spun back around to face Slade. “He has nothing to do with this. Leave him alone,” she whispered shakily.

“I know he doesn’t,” Slade reassured her. “The postcards were a good idea, by the way. Your dad was sure you were doing okay, as was your intention. Unfortunately, a few people you gave them to got lazy and instead of waiting until they got home, mailed them from Vegas.”

“Darn,” Dakota said. She figured she might as well listen to what Slade had to say. Since he knew about the postcards, he most likely had seen her dad. She might be stupid, but she wasn’t getting scary vibes from Slade, so hopefully her dad was in his house secure in the knowledge his daughter was okay… even if she was on the run from a terrorist.

“I know all about the bombing in the airport, Dakota,” Slade said softly, bringing her out of her musings.

Dakota’s stomach cramped. He’d used her real name.

Of course he had. If he’d seen her dad, he had to know who she really was.

“I know you were the only survivor. I know that you saw Aziz Fourati, and I also know that you’re the only one in the world right now who can identify him. He also knows this, and not only wants to make sure you keep that information to yourself, but wants you for his own. To be his wife.”

Dakota shut her car door and shivered. Damn, it was cold. She tried to clear her foggy morning brain. She never functioned well before she’d had a cup of coffee. “His name is Aziz?”

She’d surprised him. Slade’s eyebrows went up and he tilted his head as he asked, “You didn’t know his name?”

“No. He never said it. What’s his last name again?” She was trying really hard not to freak out. Oh, she was leaving today for sure, but she needed to know what Slade knew before she bolted. Information was power.

“Fourati.”

“That sounds foreign,” Dakota observed, proud of herself for how calm she sounded.

“It is. Best guess is that he’s Tunisian.”

“Tunisian?” she asked, really confused now.

“Yeah, Tunisian. The country between Algeria and Libya in Northern Africa.”

“I know where Tunisia is,” Dakota answered grumpily. “I just…” She paused for a moment, realizing that she should definitely not be talking to Slade about anything. She didn’t know him. He could be one of Aziz Fourati’s goons. She was happy to have a name for the guy who was making her life a living hell, but she needed to be smart… no matter how much her intuition was screaming that she could trust the man next to her.

Slade leaned over and grabbed something off the floor at his feet. It was a metal travel cup. He offered it to her without a word.

Dakota stared at the cup, then back at him. If he thought she was going to drink something he gave her, he was insane. “No thank you,” she said politely.

“You don’t know what it is,” Slade said evenly.

“I don’t know who you are,” she returned a bit snarkily. “The only reason I’m still sitting in here right now is because it’s cold outside, and there’s nowhere for me to go. I’m sure if you wanted to, you could catch me in two-point-three seconds and slit my throat. Call me a glutton for punishment, but I’d like to get as much information as I can about why my life is in the crapper before I die.”

“You don’t swear.”

“What?”

“You don’t swear,” he repeated patiently.

Dakota shrugged. “I’m an elementary school principal. Or I was. I can’t exactly go around saying fuck, shit, and damn all the time.”

“True. I like it.”

“I can die happy,” Dakota grumped.

His voice lowered further, if that was even possible, and as much as she hated it, goosebumps broke out on her arms at his tone. “I’m one of the good guys, Dakota,” he told her. “The short story is that the government knows Fourati is behind the airport bombing and they want to make sure he’s punished for what he did. But now he’s gathering soldiers online. Trying to convert them to his cause. He wants to do it again, but on a grander scale this time.”

“I’m aware,” Dakota whispered, and she was. Aziz had bragged about his plans while she and the other hostages had huddled together, scared out of their minds in the airport.

“Then you know how important it is to stop him.”

“I almost died that day.” Dakota told him something he probably already knew.

He confirmed it by saying simply, “I know.”

“You can’t just show up out of the blue, tell me you’ve been looking for me, and expect me to trust you are who you say you are.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not?” Dakota asked, confused.

He continued to hold the cup out to her, but said, “I told you that I’d been to see your dad. I saw the postcards. I am a retired Navy SEAL. I’m not Tunisian and couldn’t pass for an Arabic terrorist on a good day. If I had cell reception, I’d call one of my best friends in the world and let him vouch for me. But that will have to wait until we’re back in civilization. I’m one of the good guys, Dakota. Swear to God.”

“That’s what a terrorist would say,” she informed him, not swayed in the least. “Besides, calling someone in order to vouch for your trustworthiness isn’t going to make me believe them.”

“Take the cup,” Slade ordered gently.

Without thought, Dakota obeyed his urgent words. She reached out and took the stainless-steel travel mug from him. Her fingers brushed his, and she swore she could feel the heat from his fingers shoot up her arm.

But no, it wasn’t his fingers that caused the heat, it was the mug. It was warm. She looked up in question.

“I stopped by the restaurant before coming here and asked Pat to warm up the contents for me.” He looked sheepish for a moment before saying, “I’m sure it doesn’t taste the best after two days, but your dad told me what you liked. He said you’d know I was telling the truth about talking to him if I brought this.”

Dakota slowly and carefully turned the plastic lid— and immediately the smell of peppermint wafted up to her nose. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and brought the mug closer to her face. She inhaled the delicious scent of her absolute favorite coffee in the world, and thought about all the times she and her dad had shared a cup of coffee like this while sitting in his small living room. She fought the tears that sprang to her eyes.

“And this,” Slade said softly, interrupting the memory.

Dakota opened her eyes and saw he was holding out a small white paper bag. She knew what was inside without having to look.

“A maple-iced donut,” she said.

“That’s right. Although I’m afraid it’s probably a bit worse for wear after being in my saddlebag on the back of my bike.”

Dakota reached out and snagged the bag from his fingertips, being careful not to touch him this time, and peered inside. Sure enough, the donut was mushed on one side and the maple icing was mostly stuck to the bag rather than on the pastry itself, but again, the memories that assailed her were almost overwhelming.

“You really did go see my dad.”

“I did.”

“And you swear you didn’t hurt him?”

Slade made a weird sound and Dakota’s gaze went to his. He looked pissed now. “No, I didn’t hurt him,” Slade growled. “I’m exactly who I’ve told you I am.”
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In spite of all that Slade still had a ways go to gain her trust.

From here it is attraction, action and so much more. I love Dakota’s strength and persistence brought forth even more by her friendship with Caroline.

Don’t miss this book, it’s a new favorite. I can’t wait to re-read what the other authors contributed.

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Justice for Hope – Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 12 by Susan Stoker



Justice for Hope
Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Book 12
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Hiding from her ex is exhausting enough, but for Hope Drayden, putting her seven-year-old son through a life on the run and living on the streets has been mentally torturous. When a kind diner owner offers her a job, Hope begins to claw her way toward a new beginning for herself and Billy, one tip at a time. But since her son’s recent abduction, and with threats from her ex still fresh in her mind, she’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Then a surprising, and lucky, tip from a diner regular puts yet another target on their backs.

At the request of a friend, medical examiner Calder Stonewall has been looking for Hope and Billy for weeks. When they unexpectedly show up at the scene of a crime, his interest soon becomes personal. He’s amazed by the beautiful, brave woman and her resilient son. He’s also surprised by his growing need to take care of them both, although winning Hope’s trust won’t be easy. But when a tragedy thrusts the couple together, Calder quickly proves he’s a man Hope can rely on.

Which is a good thing…because she’ll need all his support, and love, to get through a threat they never saw coming.

** Justice for Hope is the 12th book in the Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.

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While all Susan’s female characters are put through a lot of harrowing situations, Hope’s is different in many ways. She was homeless with her son and after the incident in Justice for Milena, she left the area she where once sought shelter. The area she’s moved to has fewer shelters, but she got lucky. The owner of a diner, Joseph hired her, checked her and Billy into a motel and even let Billy stay in his office while she worked her shifts.

Calder has promised Blythe (Shelter for Blythe) to keep his eyes open for Hope and Billy. He’d been unsuccessful until he was called on an investigation. As one of the Coroners he was frequently called to the scene of a crime. When he saw the woman and child who’d made the call huddled together, he knew he’d found her and the reason he hadn’t before. She’d found a job and was off the streets. Now Calder has what I would call perpetual foot in mouth disease. The poor guy just can’t seem to have anything he says come out the way he really means it to.

This is a favorite scene when he gives Billy his badge for pointing out some evidence.

Billy bit his lip and looked up at his mother uncertainly.

Hope sighed and tried one more time to reject the gift. “It really is too much…uh…I didn’t catch your name.”

“Shoot. Sorry. I’m Calder. Calder Stonewall. One of five medical examiners in Bexar County. Friend of Blythe’s. Totally harmless, run-of-the-mill, forty-year-old guy who only wants to make sure the woman I’ve been searching for is safe, and to show her son that not everyone who carries a badge is a bad guy.”

She stared at him for a long moment before looking back down at Billy. “It’s okay, son.”

Billy reacted so quickly, Calder hardly even saw him moving. He snatched the badge from his hand and was looking down at it with curiosity, turning it over to see that it didn’t have a pin on the back, but rather a clip so it could be attached to a belt or a waistband and worn that way.

“What do you say?” Hope asked her son.

Billy looked up at Calder and nodded at him. Smiling,

Calder said, “You’re welcome.”

Moving slowly, so he didn’t startle mother or son, he stood, making sure to keep his distance.

“Can we go?” Hope asked. “It’s late and I have to work early in the morning.”

Calder nodded immediately. “I’ll need your contact information in case we have any more questions.”

She bit her lip and looked behind herself nervously. “Oh, well…”

“I swear that while I often say things that are odd, I’m a good guy. I just don’t seem to have the gene that allows me not to mess up casual conversations. I don’t mean anything by it. The state of Texas trusts me…don’t you think you can too?”

Calder winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Jesus, he was an idiot. He reached into his pocket even as he was shaking his head. He pulled out a business card and a folded piece of paper he’d been carrying around for months, just in case.

“That’s my business card,” he said, holding it out for her. “It has my office number and my cell written on the back. Call me. Anytime—for anything. I mean it. The other is a note from Blythe. I’ve been carrying it around for when I found you.”

“How’d she know you would?” Hope asked quietly, as she took both the card and the note from him.

“She didn’t. But she was hoping,” Calder told her. “Look, I really do need to get your contact info for the report. I’ll get my butt chewed out if I don’t. But I swear, after my investigation is over, I won’t include it in my official report. I know, Hope, why you’re reluctant to share it—but he’s not going to hurt you or your son again. I swear it.”
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Calder continues to pursue Hope by having breakfast at the diner where she works. A somewhat stressful environment for Hope, where the waitresses are mostly snippy and a patron leaves lottery tickets as tips.

Things take an interesting turn in many ways when Eli gives Billy the lottery ticket and cash to his waitress. That ticket, a million dollar winner, begins a cycle of events that will have you turning the pages to see what happens next.

I love the way Susan portrays the life changing factors, the slow build of Hope and Calder’s relationship and the twist that brings them closer than ever.

It was great to see all the Badge of Honor crew as they gather to congratulate Hope. I shed more than a few tears over this book. I really can’t wait for the next book in this series!

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