 When Rose's past catches up with her will she survive? Jack will stop at nothing to make sure she does. Rose Eagleton has never let anyone penetrate her tough exterior. She won't allow herself to be hurt again, nor will she let anyone uncover the secrets of her past, which she has successfully hidden for years. But when she meets Jack Calloway he refuses to let her hide behind her shell. She's confused about her feelings for this man who takes every opportunity to be close to her, to touch her, to make her feel. But she knows one thing for sure—she can't let him become important to her. Jack's motto had always been 'to protect'. An ex-Navy Seal who is now part owner of a security firm, he takes his work seriously. When he installs a security system in Rose's club as a favor to her sister, he finds himself intrigued by the beautiful young woman who fights so hard to keep him at a distance. As he discovers the secrets she's trying so desperately to hide, it becomes clear that her life is in danger. Can he break through her shell and provide her with the protection she needs but refuses to accept? Content Warning: contains adult language and explicit sex ~Excerpt~ "Honey girl, you look as if you'd rather be somewhere else." The familiar voice made Rose's stomach clench and her heart race. She cleared her throat, turning around. "I was thinking about changing my clothes. I'm not really all that comfortable in this type of attire." Jack's dark eyes went over her from top to bottom, his perusal slow, until his eyes rested on hers. "That'd be a real pity, Rose, 'cause you look beautiful in that dress." "Yeah, right." She laughed. "Is that a pick-up line, Jack?" Even on her best day she thought she just looked 'okay', nothing out of this world, definitely not a beauty like Daisy and Jasmine. Rose thought that the beauty gene must have passed her by, because her two sisters were beautiful while she was merely passable. The male species were okay, but she'd never found one that made her sigh and swoon. She was used to putting up a front, fighting her battles, but truth be told, she was embarrassed and felt uncomfortable in such close proximity with Jack. He reached over, slipping his finger around a curl that the hairdresser had tonged into her straight hair, it was left loose while the rest of her hair was piled on top of her head. He twined it around his finger, doing it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She reached up, circling his wrist with her fingers, only they were too small, and it made her aware of just how large he was. He gave her a questioning look. "You gonna try and throw me down the stairs or something?" His mouth twitched as his eyes twinkled with amusement. She stared hard at him. She didn't like to be touched. "If I have to." Rose was defiant; she knew for sure that no way in hell would she be able to do that. When he'd allowed her to kick his six and a half feet of muscled body out of her club she'd had to admit surprise. Rose thought a man like him would have been mortified by a female getting one over on him, but he hadn't even lifted a finger to stop her. He stepped back, and she held her breath when she felt his fingers touch her neck as he let go of her hair. Her insides did that shaking thing which had also happened the last time she saw him. He leaned against the banister and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. "So why'd you laugh when I called you pretty?" "Because I thought it was funny and a terrible pick-up line." He raised his eyebrows. "You think that was a pick-up line?" "Wasn't it?" She moved back, or tried to; she was already pushed against the window. He was so close, she had to look up to talk to him. The air seemed limited, and she blew out a breath to cool her very unattractive sweaty upper lip. "No, it was the truth. You look beautiful." She tried to be casual by shrugging her shoulders, but she was standing in four-inch heels, and the movement unbalanced her—there was no way that was ever going to end well. She fell forward straight into his arms, her braless breasts squashed into his hard chest. Immediately her nipples hardened, and she was shocked. She could feel her body enjoying the warmth of Jack Calloway before she realized he had his arms around her with his long fingers laying on the bare skin of her back. Jeezus, was that an electric shock whizzing down her arms to the tips of her toes? She pushed back, looking up into those black eyes that were half closed. He, on the other hand, seemed perfectly unaffected by what had just happened. Although he wasn't smiling as he had been, the facetiousness had disappeared. She frowned. Had she imagined that sizzle of awareness? No…the soles of her feet felt like a pincushion. "You are beautiful," he insisted. Buy Links: Beachwalk Press Amazon ARe Barnes & Noble ; ~About the Author~ My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland. I'm the proud mother of two grown children. My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher, and my son Christopher is part of the family business. I'm a health freak and a vegetarian. Pilates class combined with visiting the gym at least four times a week keeps me fit. I love clothes, makeup, and having my nails and hair done. I'm just a girl's girl. If I'm not in my office pounding the keys I'm sitting in my favorite chair reading books and discovering new authors on my Kindle. As a young child I loved to write. I always carried a notebook and pen around with me and wrote about everything. I never thought for one moment I would ever be able to pick up a book with my name on it and say "I wrote that". It was a dream come true when I signed with a publisher for my first book in November 2012. So, dare I say at the young age of fifty I think it's time for me to see if those dreams are everything that I hope they will be. ~Giveaway~ Dilys is giving away a $15.00 Amazon GC during her tour. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.  Breaking The Silence (Hard Drive Series #2)  Release Date: September 17, 2014 Genre: Contemporary/Sports/Sweet Romance Novel Blurb: MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate falls for Avery, a deaf Marine – but will she stick around when she learns of his career in the octagon? Rico Choate is a MMA bad boy with a love them and leave them attitude. That is until he meets Avery Walker, a deaf Marine who lost her hearing when her transport is destroyed in an I.E.D explosion in Afghanistan. He falls hard for her, even learning sign language from his friend, Chloe, so he can talk to her. However, Avery’s hatred for all celebrities forces Rico to keep his career in mixed martial arts a secret. How long can he keep such huge parts of his life separate? And if she does find out will she leave him or put her stubborn pride aside to stay with the man she loves? Excerpt: The next day didn’t fare much better for Rico. Another late shipment meant another afternoon arriving late at the gym. Fortunately, there was no class for him to teach. It was just a night to work out and answer questions, if need be. And it was the last day he needed to worry. By noon tomorrow, Max would be home and back at the helm of his own ship. At the off ramp red light Rico noticed a text message. He clicked to open it. Can you pick me up a cup of coffee on your way here? Rico sighed. Now I’m Chloe’s delivery service? I didn’t agree to this. He quickly typed on the screen. From where? He waited for a response. As the light turned green, his phone chimed. He glanced at it before the traffic moved. That cute coffee shop down the road. Thank you. Rico sighed as he tossed his cell on the passenger seat. Driving past the gym with a growl, he didn’t stop until he reached the strip mall. He stepped into the small shop with a gleaming smile. He glanced around. The dark stained shelves were lined with mugs, bags of coffee, and other trinkets. Another set of shelves was lined with books for patrons to read. Sofas and overstuffed recliners were scattered among the tables with mismatched chairs. Sitting on those chairs and sofas were lovely ladies already cooing at his presence. He laughed. I might just have to get a date or two before I leave. Rico sauntered to the counter, where a tall, lanky redhead waited to take his order. After paying for a cup of coffee, he stepped back, winking at a girl sipping on a glass of iced tea. His eyes raked over her as she giggled. He grinned then glanced up behind the counter again. He lost his breath. He felt his pulse pick up a notch. The last thing on earth he believed in was love at first sight. But in this moment, he was a true convert. The barista barely came to his chest. Her long, blonde hair wisped in curls around her shoulders. Her frame was small, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her lips were a soft, very kissable pink. And when she looked up at him to hand him his drink, her eyes glittered a clear, crystal blue. She smiled then turned to fulfill the next order. She never said one word to him. Him. Rico Choate. MMA superstar Rico Choate. His picture was on posters, in magazines. And she didn’t say one word. He was baffled. He gripped the coffee and rushed out the door. It wasn’t until he parked his Jeep at Hard Drive that he realized he hadn’t gotten one number, not from any of the women in the shop. He rubbed his forehead, puzzled. He didn’t want any number. He just wanted the barista’s. But for the first time in his life, a woman wasn’t interested in him. He was still shaking his head when he strode into gym and plopped the paper cup down in front of an equally perplexed Chloe. Before she could even utter a syllable, he stormed out of her office and onto the mats. Rico spent the rest of the afternoon working the speed and punching bags, hoping for a little bit of relief from his memory of the barista. He couldn’t get her out of his head. After a couple of hours, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jogged up the steps two at a time then ducked his head into the office. “Need another cup of coffee?” he volunteered. Chloe lifted up the empty cup. “I just finished this one. I’m—” “Another cup coming right up.” Before Chloe could object, he was down the stairs and out the door. He hopped in the front seat of the Jeep, fired it on, and sped away. He brushed his fingers through his thick, brown hair as he waited at the lone stop light that separated Hard Drive from the coffee shop. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Then, he checked again. Yes, he looked incredible. The barista may have been able to blow him off before. She certainly wouldn’t miss him this time. Rico stepped inside the cool, dimly lit store and glanced around. There were fewer people lounging than there were earlier. A couple of girls that had been there before waved in his direction. He ignored them as he approached the counter, frowning as he did so. The redhead greeted him with a goofy grin. “Need another jolt of java, bro?” “Ummm…yeah.” Rico scanned behind the counter as he paid for the coffee. “Where’s the blonde who was here earlier?” The redhead shot him a puzzled look. “Avery? You know her?” “Not yet. But I’d like to.” “Her shift is over. She’s heading to class. She just left to wait for the bus.” The barista handed him a paper cup. “Hey, aren’t you that MMA guy? I think I’ve seen you fight.” “Yeah, probably.” Rico grabbed the drink and raced outside, never looking at the girls who now were vying for his attention. He searched up and down the sidewalk for the blonde barista. He picked up his pace again as his eyes landed on her standing at the corner, still dressed in her white blouse and khakis from the restaurant. A large, sky blue backpack nearly bursting at the seams was slung over her shoulder. She checked her watch as the bus crawled to a stop before her. “Hey! Hey!” Rico shouted as she stepped on. She never turned, never acknowledged him. The door closed behind her, and the large beast chugged on its journey, leaving a dumbfounded Rico behind. Buy Links Author’s Bio: Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations. Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities. Tricia is one of the hosts of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network. She is also a member of the Romance Writers of America. Author Links: Cynthia has stopped by to share her thoughts on her hometown! You know how much my own means to me! Take it away Cynthia.... 
Why I chose St. Louis as the setting for my book, Because of Jacqueline. Selecting my hometown, St. Louis, as the setting for Because of Jacqueline seemed to be the perfect choice. The old adage, write what you know, provided me with the opportunity to share with the reader the unique flavor of the city known as the Gateway to the West, and all it has to offer. Whether the heroine, Jackie, is admiring the Grand Basin in Forest Park, restored to its World’s Fair glory, riding the Metro downtown to a ballgame at Busch Stadium, or enjoying an Imo’s pizza, the Midwestern town comes to life in the interesting details sprinkled throughout the story. The depiction of St. Louis helps set the mood and influences the way characters behave. By bringing Jackie and Marc together in a steamy St. Louis summer with a season of Cardinal baseball fever woven through the plot, the setting binds everything into context as the sexy romance unfolds. If you happen to be from St. Louis, you will appreciate the references to city’s expressions, landmarks, and great places to eat. If you aren’t familiar with my town, when you read, Because of Jacqueline, I hope you will fall in love with our gem of a city!  Jackie Simms moves back to her hometown, St. Louis, to rebuild her life in the wake of divorce, including a foray into the world of online dating. She responds to an intriguing email from Marc Montgomery, who shares many of her interests, as well as a love for baseball. As their cyber relationship deepens, her skeptical side wonders if he’s too good to be true. When Jackie’s work-related travel delays their first date, the couple spends the next two weeks in a tantalizing state of limbo filled with tender emails and intimate phone conversations that go on seamlessly for hours. Even though they have never met, their souls touch. When they finally meet, will Marc be Jackie’s dream come true? Will she learn the truth about this enigmatic man? Will self-doubt lead Jackie to believe she is the barrier to her own happiness? The martini tasted delicious. And potent. The drink went straight to my head at the first sip. Minutes later, Marc joined me in the living room. “This sofa is comfortable and good looking.” Not as good looking as the owner. His polo shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Obviously, he worked out on a regular basis. “After I had the house rehabbed, I worked with a friend of my mom’s. She decorated the whole place.” “Impressive.” I murmured, thinking more of him than his furnishings. The gin continued to fog my brain. My plan to remain cool toward him became a distant memory. After we finished our drinks he asked, “Hungry?” “Yes, some food would be good.” I needed something to soak up the alcohol. “Come,” he ordered softy. I followed Marc to the kitchen—a chef’s dream filled with high-end stainless steel appliances. The beautiful custom ebony cabinets boasted brushed nickel hardware. Five bar stools lined the massive marble-topped island. A round table with leather chairs set for two occupied the bay window. The kitchen opened to a grand family room with a high tray ceiling. My attention went to the opposite wall. “Marc, what is the size of your flat screen?” I’d never seen anything comparable. “It’s eighty-four inches. You like lingerie. I like to watch movies and sports.” “On a gianormous screen.” I giggled. “Gianormous? That’s a word I haven’t heard.” He looked bewildered. “I picked it up from my girls. It’s a combination of giant and enormous. Teenagers have a unique way of expressing themselves.” I chuckled to myself. “Your martini seems to be agreeing with you, Jacqueline.” His smile widened. I took the opportunity to look for the lower front crooked incisor he mentioned, but I couldn’t see anything except perfect teeth. The buzz in my head intensified. My eyelids started to droop. “I’ll get the food. Can you get a couple of waters from the fridge?” “Sure.” I tried to steady myself. I never should have had a drink on an empty stomach. “We have egg rolls, wonton soup, and Mongolian Beef, light on the onions, as you requested.” “Thank you. It looks tasty.” He looks tasty. Jeez, I feel like a horny teenager! Thankfully, as we ate, I began to feel more coherent. Yoake sat curled up on her floor pillow nearby as Marc updated me on his acquisition plans with the internet company. He seemed pleased when I shared with him my daughters were coming for a visit. This evening is starting out much better than last week. After dinner, Marc produced his movie collection list. “Take a look. Tell me what you’d like to watch. They’re arranged by genre in alphabetical order.” I stared at the list in awe. “There must be over five hundred movies here.” “I removed fifty from the list last month.” “Glad to see you are cutting back,” I teased. “What’s your pleasure? An old classic, a drama, action, or maybe sci-fi? I’m guessing you’re the romantic comedy type.” I could only see his blazing blue eyes over the top of the list. “Do you have any recommendations?” “Last week I bought Hitch with Will Smith and Eva Mendez. Have you seen it?” “No, I haven’t. Let’s watch it.” Marc started setting up the DVD. I wonder how many other women have been to his place for Chinese and a movie. He had been single his adult life, while I’d been married. I remembered what Trish said to me about STDs and using condoms. I certainly wasn’t planning on having sex with him, but it felt incredible when he kissed me last week. Marc took a seat next to me on the sofa. His inviting scent was clean and fresh with a note of spice. “Can I get you something to drink?” “I’m fine,” I murmured. “Yes. You are,” his eyes glimmered as he stroked my arm. A shiver ran down my neck and across my shoulders. His lips brushed mine. The quivering spot in the pit of my stomach exploded. As Marc pulled me in his arms, he kissed me softly. When his warm tongue pressed into my mouth, a combination of panic and burning desire ripped through me. My lips couldn’t deny his moist, sweltering kiss. He stopped and took my hand. Without saying a word, he stood and led me out of the room down the hallway. I knew where we were going. Yoake trotted along beside us swishing her tail, as if she knew too. Looks like this isn’t the first time Yoake has accompanied someone to Marc’s bedroom. She ran ahead and nosed open the door. The late summer sunset lit the room in a soft, warm glow. A king size bed with a tall, fawn-colored upholstered headboard and button tufting dominated the large space. The soft neutral toned bedding appeared to be a sumptuous raw silk. Marc stopped a foot from the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Slow and deep. All the blood drained from my head. The air in the room became thick. When he pulled my T-shirt over my head, the heat from his body blanketed my bare skin. With ease, he unsnapped my bra with one hand and dropped it to the floor. 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Cynthia Pomranz lives in the Midwest with her husband. She has two beautiful daughters, and a shih tzu that thinks she is a retriever. Cynthia earned a BA from Knox College, graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa. After years of writing software training manuals, she followed her heart and wrote her first romance novel with the love and support of her family.
Contact Links You can follow Cynthia on her website, Facebook, or Twitter. http://www.cynthiapomranz.com https://www.facebook.com/CynthiaPomranzBecauseofJacqueline https://twitter.com/cynthiapomranz WICKED TAKEOVER by Tina Donahue   Blurb: She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it. Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash. Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his. Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.  Excerpt At a sound from behind, she turned. A guy came down the hall, his attention on the clipboard he held. Lauren’s heart stalled then raced. She guessed him to be in his early thirties, a mountain of a man, possibly six-three, not a trace of fat on his hard body, just smooth bronze skin and slabs of muscles. Lord, lord, lord. He wore faded jeans and a gray sleeveless tee. His bulging biceps sported tats. The one on his right arm was an armband of what appeared to be thorns. The design on his left arm had a tribal look about it, possibly Celtic, a series of thick black swirls that intertwined. Lauren pressed her toes into her heels to keep from swaying or moving closer. His hair was shoulder length, like a pirate’s, a dark brown color, thick and silky that encouraged a woman to run her fingers through it to ease those strands away from his gorgeous face. Masculine. Decidedly Latin. Virile to the extreme. Even though it was barely two o’clock, he already had five o’clock shadow and more testosterone pumping through him than the law should have allowed. She imagined him nude. Hell, she imagined both of them naked, his bristly cheeks tickling the insides of her thighs, his tongue lapping her cleft, settling on her clit but not rushing her climax. No damn way. Lauren figured a guy who looked as great as he did wouldn’t let her come quickly. He’d make her wait for pleasure. Once she was blubbering in delight, he’d bend her over the front counter and warn her to behave, which meant she couldn’t moan too loudly as he spanked her. Her cries of delight would come later when he plunged his meaty cock into her juicy cunt, taking what he wanted, because that’s the kind of man he was. Uninhibited. Alpha to the core. Lauren whimpered. Despite the strains of Spanish guitars flowing from the sound system, he’d obviously heard the noise she’d made. Halting suddenly, he lifted his face, his dark brown eyes meeting hers. He smiled easily, confidently. Her bones went soft. “Hey,” he said. Lauren’s belly fluttered at his deep, rich baritone. Noting her office wear, he put the clipboard on the front counter and moved closer, his stride smooth and assured. His fragrance wafted toward her. Something clean and citrusy that reminded Lauren of summer days, an ocean breeze, sun baking naked skin. She locked her knees to keep her balance. Her attention inched from his impressive Adam’s apple to his luscious mouth, his full, kissable lips. “Did you lose your way?” he asked. With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful, intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?” He regarded her suit and heels. “Are you looking for another shop?” “No.” Surprise registered on his face. “You’re here for a tat?” Lauren stared at the ones on his biceps, unable to help herself. Damn, they were hot. “Not exactly.” He nodded. The ends of his hair swayed over his broad shoulders. Mesmerized, Lauren watched. “A piercing?” he asked. “What?” “Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. The muscles in his upper arm flexed. Lauren bit back a sound of approval at that and the silky dark hair in his pit. She pictured her face pressed to it as she smelled his wonderful, male scent. “You can see what we offer in those photos,” he said. “We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.” Lauren nodded absently, wondering if he was dating the young woman who’d left here earlier. If not, the spring in her step was probably from him inking a hidden part of her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?” He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.” “Why?” He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?” Clearly, he wasn’t uptight as she’d always been. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?” “Have I what?” “Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms all that you have?” His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.” Uh-huh. Lauren wondered if he’d inked his balls and cock, hoping he hadn’t. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection. She sighed. He regarded her thoughtfully, really taking in her short blonde hair, clothes and finally her features, including the small mole near the side of her mouth. There, he lingered, as though he liked the beauty mark. Are you nuts? A guy like him? Get real. He continued to study her mouth. A wave of desire and embarrassment rushed through Lauren so quickly, her throat and cheeks got hot. He smiled softly this time, as though he felt bad for making her uncomfortable. Lightly touching her arm, he murmured, “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.” “No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.” His dark eyebrows lifted a bit. “You’re selling something?” His attention went to her purse as though her product line was in there. “Uh no. I’m here to take over.” “Take over?” “Uh-huh.” He looked lost. “As in what?” “This place.” At his continuing confusion, she blurted, “I own this place and everything in it, including you.” BIO:
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. FB Fanpage: https://www.facebook.com/TinaDonahueBooks Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/ Blog: http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/ Twitter: http://twitter.com/tinadonahue Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/tina.donahue.75 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue Triberr: http://triberr.com/tinadonahue Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/authortina/my-books/ Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue My page at TRR: http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=tinadonahue EC Author Page: https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/tina-donahue/ Samhain Author Page: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/Tina-Donahue-pa-1630.html  Genre: Science Fiction Romance Bree never thought her dimwit act, military grade mace, cattle prod, or dumping a ton of stinky manure on Jaylan's head would encourage his pursuit. Who knew a Coletti warlord would think of being zapped with a cattle prod as foreplay? Or a determined opponent only heightened his enjoyment of the chase? The chase comes to an abrupt halt when the Tai-Kok attack Tucson, forcing Bree to team up with the Coletti warlord to stop them. Suddenly plucked from Earth by a crazed Tai-Kok commander, Jaylan and Bree find themselves stranded on a hostile alien world, and being tracked by a deadly Askole assassin. It’s really no time for the two of them to fall in love. ~Excerpt~ A thick cloud of dust obscured the landscape. A shadow moved in the dust. The shadow became a form. The form became a man. Holy Mother of God! I hit the emergency beacon on my belt and bolted. I hoped Pops was monitoring the frequency. Jaylan’s powerful body slammed into me, knocking me down. He locked his arms around me in an unbreakable hold. “You will not escape me again.” I squirmed against his crushing grip. “Wanna bet?” Jaylan’s teeth scraped lightly across my neck. Sheer blind panic overwhelmed me. If he took my blood, he could find me anywhere, anytime he wished. “No! Let go of me, you stinky, manure-covered bastard.” “It ends now,” Jaylan purred in my head, and sank his teeth deep into my neck. My body tightened as a pleasure-pain roared through me. The pleasure increased with every draw until my panties were wet and my pussy throbbed. “Stop! Damn you. Stop!” I beat frantically at his mind. Jaylan suddenly stiffened. “Your blood is most unusual.” Oh crap. Was my secret about to be exposed? “Really? How strange.” Through our link, I felt him swish my blood around his mouth as if he was savoring its very essence. “Who is your father?” “Hank Benson.” Withdrawing his fangs, Jaylan licked the wounds on my neck and growled. “No. Your father is Coletti. You will tell me his name.” “He’s dead. What difference does it make?” His fingers clamped painfully around my jaw. “His name.” One look at the menace glittering in Jaylan’s eyes, and I almost peed my pants. “My mother called him Thor.” Jaylan jumped to his feet, dragging me with him. “How did he die?” “He was trampled.” “By what?” “Horses. Mom got him hired as a stuntman in her Viking flick. He was a piss-poor rider. He fell off his horse and was trampled.” “That is not possible. He was Coletti,” Jaylan corrected sharply. “So you knew him?” “Yes.” There was a fleeting second of inky blackness, and we were standing in the war room of a Coletti battle cruiser. Yippee-ki-yay. Escaping just got a tad bit harder. Six muscle-bound warriors snapped to attention. When the overpowering stench of horse manure hit them, they all took an instinctive step backward. A horde of flies buzzed merrily around Jaylan’s shit-covered head. Who knew flies could be teleported? I waved a hand in front of my face. “Wow, someone really stinks, don’t they?” I batted at the nasty critters. “Y’all have a fly swatter?” The warriors stared at me in disbelief. With a big smile, I gushed, “I’m Bree, and I think you know stinky guy here. The poor thing is a bit accident-prone. Right, honey bunny?” His big hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and Jaylan bellowed in my head, “Not another word or I’ll throw you on the table and complete the mating bond now.” “You’d do me in front of them?” I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “All covered in manure?” A low growl rumbled in his throat. “Yes.” Buy Links: Loose Id Amazon ~About the Author~ I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for thirty-one years and to keep insanity at bay, I took up writing. Not to worry. The insanity isn’t catching – much. Other than the addiction to chocolate and the twitch in my left eye, I’m good. Author Links: Facebook Goodreads ~Giveaway~ Gail is giving away an eBook copy of Just My Luck and a Swag Pack during her tour. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.  Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one. Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away. Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet? ~Excerpt~ Mercedes popped an eye open to see the candle nearly burnt out. I don’t remember lighting this last night. Oh! The weight of a large arm wrapped around her, and the sheet hung off the edge of the bed. Alex! He spent the night. He groaned into her ear as she adjusted her position. As she did so, there was a knock at her door. Mercedes gently lifted his arm and rolled out bed, grabbing her silk robe from behind the bedroom door and glancing at the time on the digital box, which read eight-o’clock. Who the hell could be visiting so early? She’d paid the landlord three months in advance, and she hadn’t really met anyone to expect house calls. From behind the door she called out “Who is it?” “It’s me, dummy. Poppy and Brian.” Shit. What now? “Poppy, it’s not really a good time. I was sleeping.” “Just open the damned door. We won’t take up too much of your time. We just want to make sure you’re okay.” Mercedes sighed. Reluctantly, she did as she was asked, and they made their way inside. “I’m sorry I don’t have any coffee, guys. I haven’t even been here long enough to go grocery shopping.” “That’s all right, sugar. We only stopped in to see how you were holding up after last night,” Brian spoke up. “I’m fine. Really. Though it was a shocker that Poppy would even think to invite me. But, as you can see, I made it home safe and sound, eventually.” Never mind the fact that she had walked into a sick joke by Alex’s ex-sub—or whatever the heck she was called—Mercedes wouldn’t forget last night any time soon. The moment she had a chance to take up the issue with Poppy, she would. But not until they were alone. As she sat across from her company in the armchair, Mercedes clenched her butt cheeks and relaxed them. She couldn’t get comfortable with the damned plug in her ass, and squirming or pouting wasn’t going to make it go away any time soon. Shoot! I forgot that was still there. “Is there any reason why this conversation couldn’t have waited ’til a more decent hour? Christ! It’s Saturday, and I had a long night, if you hadn’t noticed.” Brian smirked and peered around her to look on the dining room table where Alex had left his jacket. “You never told us you had company.” “Well, that’s because you never asked. Last I checked, I didn’t realize I had to inform you.” He snorted, patting Poppy on the knee. “You’re a cheeky one. I can see why you and Poppy get along so well. We’ll be on our way.” “So soon? I thought we might all go out for breakfast,” Alex announced from the bedroom door, wrapped in nothing but the bed sheet. Mercedes flushed like a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Great. Now, everyone knows the kind of things we’ve been doing together. “Christ, Mercedes. There’s no need to be shy. We’re all adults here. Now, come in here and get dressed so we can go out for some food. After that, I’ll take you to the grocery store.” Alex nodded to his friend. “Brian, how about you and Poppy meet us at Alessandro’s family diner?” Mercedes was so embarrassed by the chance meeting between her friends and lover that she couldn’t meet his eye. I can’t believe he just did that. He might as well have stood there naked. Mmm…now there’s a thought. Alex prancing around her apartment in the nude made for perfect entertainment. Who needed art to hang on the walls, when one swift look at his impeccably well-kept form was pleasurable enough? Just how did I get so lucky? If someone would have told her a week ago, that she’d move back to her hometown and find herself in the arms of a handsome, built, and uber sexy gentleman, she would have called them a liar. She wasn’t exactly the perfect zero, or whatever the preferred size of women was these days. She was a healthy size twelve, with large boobs and a generously curvy butt. For years, she had struggled with weight loss and trying to keep up with the social norm. But no matter what fitness center she joined, or fad diet she tried, her svelte body always came back. She’d practically given up thinking that anyone would accept her body for what it was. That is, until now. Ugh. Must think positive thoughts. Alex…naked… She imagined reaching forward and yanking the sheet from his body. Damn. Today is shaping up to be a good one. Buy Links: Secret Cravings Publishing Amazon (U.S) Amazon (Canada) Amazon (U.K) All Romance eBooks Smashwords ~About the Author~ Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters. Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, creator of the Romance Author at Large blog, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at: Want to be the first to catch some sneak peeks into my upcoming releases, subscribe to my newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/FOPP1 ~Giveaway~ Layna is giving away a $10.00 Amazon GC during her tour. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.  Genre: Romance What happens when the siren becomes the tempted? College student Tess Burke is on the verge of eviction. Her life changed when her dad was in a bad car accident. He’s been in the hospital for months and making little progress. Desperation is setting in. They’re about to lose everything. Successful architect Chase Carlisle has made a name for himself among the rich and famous. His work keeps him busy, leaving little time for a social life. When an old family friend contacts him and asks him to care for his vibrant, sassy daughter, Chase feels obligated to take her in; Patrick Burke had helped him when he was a troubled teenager, heading down a path of destruction. If not for Pat, he would have never become the man he is today. The wild child turns Chase’s world upside down, tempting him in ways he can’t resist. The sexy younger woman shows him what he’s been missing the past few years. Their attraction is obvious from the beginning despite Chase’s apprehension to getting involved with Pat’s daughter. Tess wears him down but gets caught in her own trap when she becomes the object of his deepest, darkest desires. Contains adult content and graphic sex ~Excerpt~ “I wanted to talk about last night.” “What about it?” Tess turned to look at him, her auburn locks blowing in the light breeze that danced through the porch. “Tessa, about that kiss…” Chase stared out at the property. “I’m sending all these mixed vibes. I’m never this indecisive.” He was used to taking what he wanted and worrying about consequences later. With her, everything was different. She threw him off balance and made him think about his every move. “Don’t worry about it. We both know we’re attracted to one another. It happened and it’s not a big deal.” “It isn’t?” When had she become so mature? Why wasn’t she trying to convince him that they should be together? “Is that what you wanted to tell me?” “Not really but if you’re okay with it...” He shook his head; the heat of her breath had lingered on his lips for hours after that kiss. Every time he closed his eyes he felt her sigh against his mouth. “I can’t forget about it. I know I told you we couldn’t be together but none of my reasons make sense anymore. The more time I spend with you the more I want you.” “Are you saying you want to be with me?”The look of vulnerability in her eyes scared him. She put on a good act when it came to being tough but he knew the truth. There was a sweetness; an innocence about her. One that told him she was still a girl; still on the verge of becoming a woman – who needed to be loved, respected and desired. God help him, but he wanted to be the man to show her all of that, and give her the world. “I want to back away from you; I don’t want to let you in.” How much longer could he fight her? Fight these baser instincts? “Then go.” The certainty in her eyes gave him clarity. This was her last attempt where he was concerned. “I can’t, Tessa. Your pull is too strong.” He lowered his mouth to hers, focusing on those forbidden lips. The devil did exist. She stood in front of him as the flirtatious redhead who now consumed his mind, body and soul. “I can’t resist your temptation anymore.” “Then don’t.” “I’m not sure I’m the right man for you.” “Why can’t you let me decide for myself?” She let out a frustrated breath. “I’ve been making choices about my life for a long time. I don’t need you to do what you think is best for me. That’s not helping either one of us. All you’re doing is making both of us miss out on something wonderful.” He admired her spirit. That vibrant spirit and uninhibited determination. “I know you’re capable of making your own choices.” He kissed a path to her ear. “You’re capable of so many things. I want to be the man who helps you realize all of your dreams.” He moved his mouth along her jaw and back to her lips. “I can’t fight this anymore. I won’t.” “It’s about time.” She kissed him, sweeping her tongue inside his mouth. “We’ve been doing nothing but wasting time,” she said when she finally stopped for a breath. “No, we haven’t.” He took her face between his hands. “We have all the time in the world. We can take everything slow. I want you Tessa, but after our explosive chemistry in the study, I think moderation is in order.” “Would you be this controlled with anyone other than me?” “No.” That was the truth. Patience was not a virtue in his world. “Then why?” “Because I care about you. I don’t want to screw this up.” “Oh.” “Don’t be so surprised. I’ve grown quite fond of you.” He kissed her softly. “I want to do this right for a change.” “You don’t need to be so careful with me.” “I do. Trust me.” He stroked her soft cheek. “Why don’t you get some breakfast while I shower?” “I could shower with you…” She grinned provocatively. “That might be fun.” “Don’t tempt me.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “When you’re ready we’ll go get those pumpkins, maybe visit your dad and then stop somewhere for a late lunch. How does that sound?” “Like a date?” She trailed her finger down his chest to his waistband. “I’d love to.” “Perfect.” He kissed her one more before pulling away. At this rate they’d never leave the porch. “I’ll see you in a bit.” “Are you sure?” She gripped his biceps, pulling him back to her. “We could stay here and just… get to know one another.” Good God, but she was a cheeky addiction! “I love your fearlessness but we’ll stick with my plan.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “We’ll leave in an hour.” “Fine,” she huffed as she walked over to the porch swing. “I’ll be ready.” He laughed as he made his way into the house, dropping his mug off in the sink before hurrying up the back staircase, taking two steps at a time. The faster he showered, the sooner they could be together. Tessa was right, he had been wasting time, but no more. Today was a new day, full of so many possibilities. He stripped out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt while he waited for the water to heat up in the large, master shower. Thoughts of her wet, soapy and naked with him in the stall did nothing for his persistent erection. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water flow over his tense muscles. The multiple shower heads drenched his skin as the heavy steam filled the room. He closed his eyes and let his mind disengage, but then the stall door opened. ~About the Author~ Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped. Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom. She hopes you'll get lost in her words. She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…  Book Title: The Luthier’s Apprentice (Violinist Detective Series, Book 1) Book Synopsis: Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840), one of the greatest violinists who ever lived and rumored to have made a pact with the devil, has somehow transferred unique powers to another… When violinists around the world mysteriously vanish, 16-year-old Emma Braun takes notice. But when her beloved violin teacher disappears… Emma takes charge. With Sherlock Holmes fanatic, not to mention gorgeous Corey Fletcher, Emma discovers a parallel world ruled by an ex-violinist turned evil sorceress who wants to rule the music world on her own terms. But why are only men violinists captured and not women? What is the connection between Emma's family, the sorceress, and the infamous Niccolò Paganini? Emma must unravel the mystery in order to save her teacher from the fatal destiny that awaits him. And undo the curse that torments her family—before evil wins and she becomes the next luthier's apprentice… Genre: YA Fantasy/Mystery Tag Line: When a psychopathic violinist starts kidnapping other violinists around the world, 16-year old Emma must hunt her down before her own beloved violin teacher is killed. Release Date: May 15, 2014 ebook; August 15, 2014 print Formats Available, e-book, Paperback, Hardback: ebook and paperback Prices of Each Format: ebook $2.99, paperback $15.95 
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Author Name: Mayra Calvani Email (that you don’t mind being released): mayra.calvani AT gmail DOT com Website: http://www.MayraCalvani.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/mcalvani Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mayra-Calvanis-Fan-Page/162383023775888 Blog: http://www.MayraCalvani.com Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/272703.Mayra_Calvani Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Mayra-Calvani/e/B001JP3I7C/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 Author Bio: Award-winning author Mayra Calvani has penned over ten books for children and adults in genres ranging from picture books to nonfiction to paranormal fantasy novels. She’s had over 300 articles, short stories, interviews and reviews published in magazines such as The Writer, Writer’s Journal and Bloomsbury Review, among others. A native of San Juan, Puerto Rico, she now resides in Brussels, Belgium. Reviews: http://www.amazon.com/Luthiers-Apprentice-Violinist-Detective-Book-ebook/dp/B00K93R3OO  Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance Fleeing for her life, Sybrina leaves behind everything to escape the dark and ominous creature that killed her family. It wants to finish what it started. Sybrina stows away aboard a clipper ship and poses as her recently murdered brother, Paul. The year is 1866, an age in which science is a man’s game. Can Sybrina solve the mystery of the creature that exsanguinates it victims? ~Excerpt~ War. It is a societal domination that never dies with the progress of mankind. It crafts a vampiric buffet table, blood-soaked earth the tablecloth. The meal encased in shiny metals forged to futilely protect its fragile hosts. Hunting is easy and enshrouded in the mayhem, despair, and fear that accompany battle. It disguises the vampires’ unnatural feast making us undetectable. The remnants left behind are contorted in some bizarre repose. The only indication of its death being of unnatural causes. A fruitless meandering brought me to the Russo-Turkish war. The plain lines of unremarkable uniforms jumbled against the ground piled two to three deep was like walking through a meadow of flowers, crowded together and all the same. My unhurried walk is slow for my kind. I have nowhere in particular to be or wish to be, filling my deathless body my only task. A gloved hand rises, black and torn, changing the terrain before me. I walk to it and bend down. I know not what draws me to the dying Cossack but the hand beckons to me among the dead. The irony interests me. I flip off the rubble that is charred limbs and body parts of his deceased comrades. A young, clean, unlined face, chiseled as though made of marble, stares back at me. Eyes not clouded with the shadows of death, but vibrantly blue and warm with life. In the cavalry’s haste, someone tasked with the gruesome ordeal of clearing the dead has mistaken this wounded man as a corpse. I shuffle more debris and expose the man’s legs. Beneath, they are attached barely by sinew and fragments of broken bone. My original thought of this man’s happenstance, being mistaken for dead, is quelled. The condition of his injuries, blood loss, and damage make him a worthless endeavor for a surgeon. Others in this situation would be pallid and unconscious, rapping on the door of death. This man’s spirit is strong. “Are you death?” he asks me. Contemplating his question, I stifle a sardonic chuckle. In the truth of my existence, I can be either, take life or give it, eternally. I take more time, as if I am drawn to this soldier, to examine him closely. His body is ready to face the other side, but his mind is not. “No.” I smile weakly. “What are you then?” “What do you think I am?” I question back curiously. “A wraith,” he surmises, looking thoughtful. A ghost would be too easy of a life, I think as I laugh at his response. A phantom to walk among the living and not have to partake of their company, but watch them with curiosity and indifference, having no substance or feelings to interfere. I would welcome such an existence. “I am neither wraith nor human.” “Do you have a soul, sir?” “I do. A spirit like any other man.” A small breeze travels past our intimate meeting and the Cossack’s blond hair dances around his face. He casts his eyes away from me and peers up into the cerulean sky, thinking. “Are you here to save me?” “What do you need saving from? To be able to leave this world and pass on to another is the gift of being human.” “That path... it doesn’t seem to be the right one.” “I have seen a great deal of death in my long days, and I know very few are ever ready for it when it comes.” The maimed soldier contemplates and answers surprisingly again. “I would say very few are ready for love when it comes.” My cheek lifts, forming a half grin in amusement. “I believe that is true as well.” “I feel nothing from my waist down. Can you help me?” “I can. But what I have to offer comes with a heavy price.” “Name it.” “Eternal existence in this world.” Buy Links: Amazon Smashwords ~About the Author~ Amy Rachiele is a military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard and Department of Veteran Affairs with Family Support, Family Readiness, as well as, Families of the Fallen. Amy devoted 10 years to teaching English to at-risk students in the Providence School System. She holds a Master's degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. Amy published book one in the Mobster Series, Mobster’s Girl, in 2012, and has continued to self-publish since. Her novels have climbed to the bestseller lists nationally and internationally on Amazon.com for romantic suspense and family saga. She is an active member of New England Independent Writers and has volunteered her time at her local library facilitating a writer’s group in the hope of inspiring other writers. Amy hosts a public access cable show called Book Talk. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, and traveling. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son and husband. Author Links: Site Twitter Facebook Facebook Mobster Series ~Giveaway~ Amy is giving away an ECopy of Mobster's Girl For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. Buy Links: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NKQPA2Y http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00NKQPA2Y?*Version*=1&*entries*=0  Someday, My Forever Carrie Fox New Adult, @25k words  Sam Jenks is a junior, and a vital part of the college rowing team. Studying and getting his team to the national championships are his only priorities. He doesn’t have the time or the desire for a girlfriend When Sam and Rae Ann meet, they have an instant connection that neither of them can deny. As they get closer, his commitment to the rowing team strains their new relationship, and Rae Ann has to decide if she can handle rowing being number one. Just when it seems that things are going well, someone from Sam’s past threatens to tear them apart. Can Sam and Rae Ann move past their obstacles and decide that their forever is worth it? Buy Links: coming soon Excerpt: Several minutes later, Heidi breezed back inside and smiled widely. "Let's celebrate our freedom!", she exclaimed. I shot her a confused look and she laughed. "Rae Ann, you and I are at the UW, free of parents...it's time to cut loose!" Gib smiled at Heidi. "It's good to see you again." He looked over quickly and waved me away. "Go on, she won't take no for an answer." Sighing resignedly, I followed her onto the elevator, which quickly rose to the 6th floor. We made our way down our way down the hall in a comfortable silence. I knew the night ahead would be an adventure. ~ ~ ~  Author bio:Carrie Fox has been an avid reader since childhood. Since discovering the Indie author community, she has become a blogger and joined street teams for established authors. Someday, My Forever is her first published work. Facebook Page Goodreads Link The Yellowblown™ Eruption Begins Today – New Release! J. Hughey chose the release date of her new New Adult contemporary romance to correspond with the date of the eruption of the Yellowstone volcano in her story, an event that will turn her lead character’s world on its head as the series progresses. The first book, Eruption, gives a glimpse of Violet Perch’s college life and the unavoidable changes she endures when things get seriously messed up for the North American continent. If you didn’t know North America is a continent, you’ll learn a few more geeky facts while enjoying Violet’s story. Plus, keep reading to get a chance to win some swag!  Here’s the blurb for Eruption, which will be on sale for 99 cents for a short time: I’m in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my roll? How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain? Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global disaster? My lame name is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh. Eruption is on sale for 99 cents. It’ll jump up to $2.99 soon so grab your copy now! http://www.amazon.com/Eruption-YellowblownTM-Book-J-Hughey-ebook/dp/B00MRHAIRO Enjoy an excerpt from the day the eruption starts: “You’re starting to freak me out,” I said. Boone looked like he was going to tell me someone had died, but he didn’t know anyone in my family, and surely the Dean of Students would not give him the responsibility of passing on bad news after three weeks of talking. “Sorry,” he said. “I can’t decide if I’m freaked out or not.” He took a deep breath. “Yellowstone is erupting.” I stared at him, not a flicker of comprehension illuminating my dim-bulb mind. Nothing. “Yellowstone? The place with the, umm, geysers?” Obviously I’d heard of Yellowstone, never been there, not sure I could place it on a map in the murky part of the U.S. between where I lived and Hollywood. “Yeah. Yellowstone sits over a hotspot that’s been around for millions of years.” “Instead of steaming it’s now erupting? As in lava erupting?” We’d covered igneous rocks in a very general way already so I knew hot liquefied rock below the ground was called magma and, when it erupted, became lava. “Dr. Potter says nobody knows what it’s doing. It blew this morning. I mean explosively blew. All the local sensors went offline. Satellite pictures show a big brown cloud of dust. Like two hundred miles across.” Boone’s voice shook a fraction. I put my hand on his forearm. He sat back so he could hold it in his. I asked, “Do you have friends out there, or family?” “Not close. Dr. Potter knows I’m from Nebraska. He asked me where—made me point to it on a map. He said my family might want to stockpile supplies, or better yet, leave.” He paused, prompting me to scoot to the edge of my seat. “My house is nine hundred miles away from Yellowstone, Violet.” “Are you serious?” “He says if it does anything close to what it’s done in the past, thirty percent of the U.S. is pretty well screwed.” I rifled through my bag to find my tablet. “Show me,” I said. “I need to see a map or something.” “C’mon,” he said. He took me to Dr. Potter’s office. The professor ignored us. He jabbed his finger at his cell phone to enter a text message. The screen of his laptop glowed with a cascade of open program windows, and his iPad bonged with an incoming email tone. His finger did not pause when Boone led me to an ancient roller-shade map of the US. “Yellowstone is here. Dr. Potter drew this red circle this morning.” That’s not coming off any time soon, I thought as I studied the thick line of scarlet Sharpie. “The last eruption basically obliterated everything within this oval.” “When?” “Six hundred thirty thousand years ago,” Dr. Potter muttered. His trendy rectangular glasses sat askew on his nose. He swept his hand toward his laptop’s screen in a disgusted now-look-what-you’ve done gesture. I circled around his desk to see images more current than the one offered by the cartographic fossil on the wall. A dark mess of chocolate pudding plopped in the midst of the whipped topping clouds of a satellite loop. The mass burgeoned over the northwestern U.S., dry pudding mix edges caught and swept east by the prevailing winds. Anyone with a grandpa who blares Weather Watcher on the TV all day knows weather moves east. Apparently, crap shot into the air by Yellowstone moves east, too.  About The Author J. Hughey knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown™ series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe. J. Hughey also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey. If you want a chance to win some Eruption swag—your choice of a necklace, bracelet or bookmark with cover and series charms, sign up for J. Hughey’s newsletter before September 27. http://www.jillhughey.com/contact You can find out more about J. Hughey on the web. Website: www.jillhughey.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/jillhugheyromance Twitter: www.twitter.com/jillhughey 
 Genre: Contemporary Romance Till You Come Back To Me by Chicki Brown  Adanna has returned to her homeland after graduation from a London nursing school. Her two desires in life are to help the sick in her nation and to marry a smart, motivated man. Charles enters her life like an answer from heaven, but cultural differences separate them. Adanna must choose between tradition and the man she has come to love. ~Excerpt~ The hospital staff and their guests settled under a white canopy covering two tables laden with bowls and platters. Nurse Okoro introduced their servers, three women from the village dressed in colorful traditional clothing and head wraps. Dr. Ijalana asked the women to serve the assistants first and instructed them to take turns checking on the patients. Charles bowed his head and silently offered a prayer over the food. Even though it smelled wonderful, most likely it contained ingredients he would never have eaten. The facilitator at the briefing mentioned the necessity of being careful not to insult the locals in any way, and one of those ways was by refusing food they had prepared. When he raised his head and opened his eyes, Nurse Okoro was studying him with a hint of a smile. The new combined staff got to know each other while they ate. Charles took a few minutes talking with the two local doctors and the other nurse before he settled in the seat next to Nurse Okoro. He nodded toward his plate. “Can you tell me what all of this is?" "We asked the three best cooks in the village to prepare your first meal, and requested they fixed only chicken and vegetable dishes." He listened intently while she described the assortment of rice dishes, fruits, and vegetables in detail. "Thank you. Everything is delicious. You have a British accent. You weren’t born here in Nigeria?†She smiled and her cheeks rose like apples on her high cheekbones. “I was born here, but my family moved to London when I was twelve, and we lived there until I graduated from nursing school.†“Why did your family decide to return?†“They didn’t. My parents still live in London, but my brother and I always wanted to come back.†“That’s interesting. I’ve recently moved away from my family too. Have you ever visited the United States?†“No, but it’s on my bucket list.†She laughed and her obsidian eyes danced. “Is this your first visit to our continent, Dr. Stafford?†“Please, call me Charles. Yes, it is, and I’m looking forward to seeing more of Nigeria.†“We have our problems, but Nigeria also has its own unique beauty both in the villages and in the cities. Are you staying in Lagos?†As she spoke, Charles admired the slant of her eyes and the tempting pout of her full lips. “Yes, the organization put us up in apartments in Surelere.†"Really? That's not far from where I live. Are you satisfied with your accommodations?" "So far. We only had time to unpack before the car arrived to bring us here." Charles tore his gaze from her face when Dr. Pategi said, “Doctor Stafford, you will find our nurses to be invaluable to you,†he said with a wide smile. “Because our funding and staffing are limited, Nurse Okoro and Nurse Bankole have often had to handle patient care and perform procedures normally dealt with by physicians. Likewise, our nursing assistants have stepped in to take care of traditional nursing duties. We all pitch in whenever and wherever necessary.†The way Dr. Pategi suddenly interrupted him, Charles wondered if he’d been ogling her. He gathered his senses and concentrated on her words rather than her face. Buy Link: Amazon ~About the Author~ Shades of Romance Magazine 2011 Author of the Year, Chicki Brown has published nine novels and one novella, all of which have made different Kindle bestseller lists. A voracious reader since she was a child, Chicki grew up in New Jersey reading everything she could get her hands on. Now she concentrates on reading romance, women’s fiction and suspense. When she is not writing or reading, Brown devotes her time to helping aspiring authors. Mother of two and grandmother of five, Chicki was born and raised in New Jersey and now calls suburban Atlanta, Georgia home. Keys To Her Heart by Lacey Wolfe  Officer Cody Duncan gave up on love years ago. Or so he thought. He was content with his quiet solitary life, until a clumsy waitress spilled hot coffee on his pants and turned his world upside down. Suddenly, there’s a new heat in his life, filled with cravings for things he once pushed aside. Lily Jenkins’ busy life as a single mom and primary caretaker for her elderly mother leaves little time for herself. Struggling to adjust to a new life in a small town, her focus is too easily derailed by the gorgeous man she accidentally spilled hot coffee on. Knowing she has too much already going on, Lily vows to keep Cody at a distance, even though she craves him in ways she never thought possible. Their attempts at simple friendship continually fail as they soon discover an untamable fire between them whenever they are alone together. Seeing a life he never imagined for himself, will Cody have the patience to wait for the woman of his dreams? Will Lily finally let go and give Cody the Keys to Her Heart? ~Excerpt~ As they walked back up the main road in town, Cody couldn’t shake the feeling Lily was holding back on him. From the outside, she seemed to have her life together. She was strong and confident, but something told him there was a story she wasn’t sharing. He wouldn’t push. If, and when, she was ready, he’d listen. He didn’t plan on going anywhere. God, was he already thinking about the long haul with her? He was in trouble, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. He’d definitely thought about it, though. “You’ve been such a gentleman showing me around.†She tugged at the hem of her dress. Her hot, sexy, want-to-rip-it-off-her dress. “Who better than me?†he flirted. “I can’t think of anyone.†She stared at him. Her long red curls begged him to touch them. Were they as soft as they looked? “We should do this again.†His heart raced as he waited for her response. “Yes.†She stepped back a little, increasing the space between them. “My evening schedule is kind of hectic. So daytime is best for me.†“I understand. You have your son to care for.†Her gaze darted away and she sucked in her bottom lip. “Yeah. Speaking of which, he’ll be home before long, and I should be there to get him off the bus.†He hated that their time together was ending. “Okay. Let me walk you to your car.†“You don’t have to.†“I want to.†She gave him the cute little grin he found himself adoring already. Of course, she’d parked near Luigi’s, which had them to her car too quickly. Lily leaned against the side and he could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Was she debating the kiss as much as he was? Oh yeah, he wanted to explore those sweet lips of hers, but not yet. Not until he could spend a good few minutes with her. Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble All Romance eBooks Smashwords ~About the Author~ Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true. Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house. Author Links: Site Twitter Facebook ~Giveaway~ Chicki is giving away an eCopy of Till You Come Back to Me and Lacey is giving away one eBook (winners choice) of The Brookfield Series. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. Southern Embrace is on sale for $.99 for the month of September!  Genre: Contemporary Romance Queen of His Heart by Lena Hart  Carlos is captivated by his boss’ assistant. Beyond her beauty is a sweet, gentle woman needing desperately to be loved. But when an internal investigation points to her, he realizes Judith may not be the innocent she appears. Left wondering if he’s been duped by a pretty face and bewitching smile, Carlos finds himself torn between his obligations to Royal Courts or protecting the woman who’s already stolen his heart. On the run from her past and forced into hiding, Judith is faced with two choices—either let fear define her future or allow love to heal her wounded heart. ~Excerpt~ “Are you okay, muñeca?” he asked slowly. She stared up at him, overwhelmed with despair. No, not really. The worry in his eyes was enough to have the lump return, but this time from profound guilt instead of panic. Could she trust him? It wasn’t worth the risk so instead she took a deep breath and simply nodded as she tried to formulate her thoughts and put them into coherent words this time. “Yes, I’m fine,” Judith assured him with a wide smile. “I just…I got so busy today, I missed lunch and now can’t seem to think straight.” At least that wasn’t a complete lie. There was no food in her stomach and no rational thought left in her brain—not enough anyway to have kept her fear at bay and stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life. “You need to take better care of yourself,” Carlos said, concern still clouding his eyes. “Don’t let Carrone work you to the ground.” Despite herself, she was warmed by the gentle reprimand. He cared. “I’m fine, really. I just need to grab a few things, then I’m heading out soon.” She turned the door knob of the supply room as she spoke and to her dismay, found it locked. Glancing over at Carlos, she let out a weak laugh. “I guess they’ve started locking these after hours,” she muttered, though it was something she wouldn’t know. In her three months at Royal Courts, she’d only been there once or twice. With a grin, Carlos pulled out a set of keys. “The perks of working in security,” he said, quickly unlocking the door. He pushed it open and she walked past him inside. Following her into the small, dim room, Carlos let the door closed behind him with a finality that was jarring. Judith ended her quick search for the light switch and resigned herself to using the downlighting to navigate through the room. Rows of tall shelves lined the small space and she walked through the nearest one, looking for something suitable to carry out of there. But being isolated in the dark room with Carlos Moreno wasn’t helping matters. “What are you looking for?” he asked, coming up behind her. “Maybe I can help.” Her eyes fell on a stack of notepads and she reached for them. “Uh, I think I found it,” she said quickly. Unfortunately, she missed the box of envelopes that were stacked right above them. When she jerked on the pack, they all threatened to come down on her head. “Careful,” Carlos said sharply, reaching over her to catch the items. He shoved the bundle of papers back into position and the action brought him firmly against her. His warm, well-muscled chest pressed solidly along her back. She wanted nothing more than to lean against him, to have him wrap his strong arms around her and hold her close. “Nothing got you, did it?” She shook her head, her face heating, grateful he’d saved her from that embarrassing mishap—and that he wasn’t a mind reader. “No, I’m fine.” She turned around, but he didn’t step back. They both stood there looking at each other. There was no way she could hide her attraction to him now. Not when he looked at her like that. Stark desire blazed in his deep, penetrating eyes, but there was also a tenderness and affection in them that made something in her belly flutter. He reached out and brushed his thumb slowly across her cheek. “What’s a good girl like you doing in a dirty mind like mine?” Judith glanced away from his intense gaze. He’d obviously intended for it to be a joke, but with what she’d just done not too long ago, coupled with the slow throbbing between her legs just from his light touch, he was far from the truth. She was no good girl. Buy Links: Amazon ~About the Author~ Lena Hart is a Florida native currently living in the Harlem edge of New York City. Though she enjoys reading a variety of romance genres, she mainly writes sensual interracial romances with a flare of suspense and mystery. When Lena is not busy writing, she’s reading, researching, or conferring with her muse. To learn more about Lena and her work, visit LenaHartSite.com. Southern Embrace by Tamaria Soana  Can a long lost love mend a grieving heart?Widowed at twenty-three, Savannah Grant is devastated and consumed with grief, a grief that she can't seem to move past. When her high school sweetheart, Lance Peterson, re-enters her life, Savannah struggles with the feeling that she would be betraying her deceased husband by moving on. Plus, she can't forget the way Lance broke her heart all those years ago. Lance never stopped loving Savannah. He wants a second chance, and he's willing to do anything it takes to convince her to give him one. Will she give in and let Lance love her, showing her a passion beyond anything she thought possible? Content Warning: adult language, explicit sexual situations, anal play ~Excerpt~ It was a beautiful Friday afternoon. Van grabbed her purse and headed out to the mall. Nikki's shower was the following weekend, and Nikki had been on her to get a new dress for days, threatening to drag her shopping kicking and screaming if she didn't go herself. Once at the mall, Van picked up some last minute gifts for Nikki. After trying on a few dresses, she found a knee-length, strapless coral dress. She purchased it and was off in search of a pair of shoes. When she found the perfect pair of coral and silver heels, Van concluded the trip to the mall a complete success. Her cellphone rang as she was leaving the shoe store. She dug around in her bag to find it. With her head down and her steps brisk, she ran right into someone. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz," she said as she looked up into the brown eyes of her first love. She gasped and took a step back, surveying him. His light brown hair was a little shorter and he was built like a man now, not the boy she used to know. She stood frozen in place, staring at him. This can't be happening. A tidal wave of emotions rushed through her at once. Anger, resentment, hatred, but mainly pain…so much pain. "Van." "Lance? Oh my God!" She took another step back. "How?" "I-I talked to Nikki. She told me you would be here. I needed to see you. When I heard what happened…" He paused. "I knew I couldn't stay away any longer. I'm so sorry." The more he talked, the more Van's anger flared. Who does he think he is? He left me! Turned his back on me when he cut all ties! "What exactly are you sorry for, Lance? That my husband died or that you broke my heart all those years ago?" The words she spoke were full of acid. "You have a lot of nerve just showing up here like nothing ever happened. Go away." She turned to leave. "Please, Van, just talk to me. Give me a chance to explain," he begged as he reached for her hand. "Don't you dare touch me," she said through gritted teeth, yanking her hand away. "What do you want from me?" She stared at him while plotting all the ways she was going to torture Nikki for her betrayal. She seethed as he looked around. "Calm down, Van. People are starting to stare. Please, can we go somewhere more private and talk? There is so much I need to tell you." "What could you possibly have to say to me that would make up for what you did? I mean, I know you had to move, but you cut all ties with me. Like the three years we spent together meant nothing to you, like I meant nothing to you. Damn you, Lance, you didn't even try to make it work." "Please, Savannah. Give me a chance to explain." "Give me one reason why I should." "Because I still love you. I. Never. Stopped. I cut all ties with you because I had to. Long distance relationships never work out. I was afraid you would wake up one day and resent me. Being apart from you was killing me. I thought this way we would both be able to move on. But I was wrong, I never was able to move on. I let the love I have for you consume me. I wanted to come back sooner, but then I heard you'd gotten married. When I found out what had happened, I wanted to rush here and be by your side, but I figured you would need some time." His words shocked and confused her. After she took a few moments to process everything, she shook her head. "I can't do this." She turned and walked away, then stopped. "Go back to wherever it was you came from and leave me alone." "I won't give up on you. I won't stop trying, and I most definitely won't ever leave you again." "Just go away, Lance. You're good at that," she snarled before she walked away. She didn't dare turn around because looking at him as he begged her to give him a chance to explain would certainly weaken her. Van needed to focus on how she was going to kill her so-called best friend. Buy Links: Beachwalk Press Barnes & Noble Amazon ARe ~Watch the Trailer~ ~About the Author~ Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story. She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice. Author Links: Site Facebook Author Page Twitter ~Giveaway~ Lena is giving away a $10.00 Amazon GC and Tamaria is giving away an eBook off her backlist. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.  Billionaire Trent Sherbrooke works hard and plays harder. He’s never once cared what the media or society says about him, until now. Intent on making his way into the United States Senate, Trent hires campaign advisor Marty Phillips. A ruthless force in politics he’ll stop at nothing to get his candidate elected. After a chance encounter throws local small business owner Addison Raimono in Trent’s path, Marty believes he’s found Trent’s ticket into Washington. Ignoring his conscience that insists he leave Addison alone, Trent sets out to win her over. Soon what he assumed would be a relationship to salvage his reputation turns into so much more. But can a relationship started on a lie ever survive? BUY LINKS: AMAZON ITUNES KOBO B&N 
Assuming the noise had come from the movie, he turned his attention back to the screen just as another rumble reached his ears. Next to him Addie tensed and he knew the sound hadn’t come from the movie. “They said we would get storms tonight,” Addie said as another clap of thunder filled the room. He squeezed her hand. “Look on the bright side, we’re not stuck in an elevator this time.” Maybe if he made her laugh it would help her relax. Before she could answer, a clap of thunder filled the room, this one so loud it sounded as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Under his arm Addie jumped, her head bumping into his. “Sorry,” she said as she pulled away to look at him. “I know thunderstorms are usually harmless but I still hate them.” She moistened her lips with her tongue, the action making his mouth hunger for the taste of her again. “We all have things that bother us.” He lowered his head toward hers, set on satisfying his need to kiss her while at the same time distracting her from the storm outside. “Even you?” she asked her voice softer now. He stopped mere inches from her mouth. “Even me,” he whispered before his lips descended on hers. Her lips were warm and sweet and at first he kept his kisses gentle, allowing himself to savor every moment. The longer they kissed the greater the fire inside him burned. When Addie pressed her breasts against him and parted her lips, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his tongue inside to meet hers. Outside another boom of thunder crashed echoing the thudding of his heart. Pulling his mouth away from Addie’s he trailed his lips down her neck and then back up to her earlobe. With his tongue he traced the outline of her ear causing Addie to sigh. With slow movements, he retraced his steps pausing once again at her lips and kissing her before working his way to her other ear. As he sucked on her earlobe, warm skin came in contact with his as Addie’s hands slid under his T-shirt and up his back. At first her movements remained tentative but when he once again pressed his mouth against hers, they became more confident. Like a wildfire devouring dry brush, desire overtook him and Trent reached for the buttons on her top. Without breaking their kiss, he undid each tiny button eager to remove the barrier between them. When he got the last button undone, he pushed the top from her shoulders, tossed it on the floor and then pulled back. For a moment he stared in silence, his eyes taking in the site before him. “Beautiful,” he said as he reached out and slid her bra straps down her shoulders. When she opened her mouth as if to comment, he covered it with his again. Then he reached around her back and undid the hooks of her bra. Overhead the lights flickered and thunder crashed again but unlike before Addie didn’t flinch. Eager to get rid of another barrier, Trent pulled back and tugged off his own shirt. Before he pulled her against him again, he reached out his hands moving down her bare arms before making their way up her rib cage to cover her breasts, which just barely fit in his hands. At the intimate contact, her nipples came to life under his hands and he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head to take one into his mouth. When she moaned, he switched to the other side as his erection begged for some attention from the beautiful woman in his arms. Still uncertain just how far Addie wanted to go tonight, he lowered her onto the couch and then looked down at her waiting for any sign he should stop. In response, her eyes met his then traveled down his body, her hands following the trail they made leaving a scorching fire behind on his skin. When her hand paused at his waistband, he assumed she’d reverse her path. Instead, she rubbed a hand down the front of his jeans before undoing the button. As she slid the zipper down, he held his breath and when she slipped a hand inside and touched him, he groaned. For a moment he lost himself in the feel of her hand on him, then he reached for her wrist and pulled her hand free. Before they went any further he needed to get them upstairs. While he planned on marrying Addie, that didn’t mean he needed any children complicating things right now. The only way to prevent that meant using protection, which was upstairs. 
Author Bio:
I started writing at the age of 10 on my grandmother's manual typewriter and never stopped. When I am not driving my 3 daughters (ages 7, 5, and 5) around to their various activities or chasing around our two dogs, I am working on a story or reading a romance novel. I just finished Redeeming The Billionaire book 5 in the Sherbrookes of Newport series, and I have started book 2 in my new series Love On The North Shore. You can visit my website www.christinatetreault.com or follow me on Facebook to learn more about my characters and to track my progress on my current writing projects. Author Links: Website: www.christinatetreault.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/christinatetreaultauthor Twitter: @cgricci 
I'm so excited to share Jennifer's new release with you! Recently I visited the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and asked her to share her music choices...Take it away Jennifer! Hi Melissa Keir and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! My romantic suspense, Maximum Risk (Book #1, Wolff Securities) released this month so I’m very excited to be here! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!! In honor of my release I am giving away an e-book copy of any one of my books (go to my WEBSITE to choose) to one lucky commenter so please leave me a comment with your EMAIL so I can contact you if you win!! I love music almost as much as I love writing. Probably because my hubby played in a band when I met him and my son has his own band now. Yeah, practice in my basement every weekend, lol. For most of my stories I have playlists. Songs that fit my story and my characters, the mood of the story, the theme. For Maximum Risk I had a pretty short playlist, but it was intense and fit my story perfectly. Want to see it? Maybe you’ll recognize some of the bands. Or maybe it’ll show my age, lol. Maximum Risk Playlist: Sully Erna-Avalon album Adele-Make You Feel My Love Rihanna - Stay feat. Mikky Ekko Anew Revolution-Head Against the Wall Metallica-The Day That Never Comes See, told you it was short, lol. But, these awesome artists got me through the writing of Maximum Risk and I thank them for it! To this day whenever I hear any of these songs I am taken back to the scenes I was writing when I heard them and the emotions I felt as I wrote them. I fall in love with Quinn and Avery and this story all over again J ***BONUS*** For everyone who signs up for my NEWSLETTER you will receive an e-book copy of my short story, Taking Chances ($.99 value) for FREE! Thank you for having me today, Melissa Keir !! I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to all my readers out there! Without you I wouldn’t be here. My wish is to one day meet each and every one of you so I can personally thank you for your generosity and support! All my best, Jennifer  Maximum Risk/Romantic Suspense Blurb: It should have been a simple rescue mission… Retired Pararescueman, Quinn Wolff, wrote the book on how to stay alive during a mission when he founded Wolff Securities, an elite private sector security firm. When he fast-ropes down to save missing humanitarian aid worker, Avery Marks, in the remote mountains of Azbakastan he isn’t prepared for the brave, stubborn woman who challenges the rules he wrote in order to protect her. But when it comes to matters of the heart nothing is simple… Avery Marks learned a long time ago to take care of herself, but when her convoy is attacked, her friends and coworkers murdered, she has to rely on the aid of intensely capable and handsome, Quinn Wolff to get her safely out of the country. His skills keep her alive, but his kisses put her in danger. In danger of losing her heart. That’s a risk she can’t take ever again. Content Warning: Sexual content Buy the Book: Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo iTunes 
Excerpt #3: Copyright © 2014 Jennifer Lowery White-hot pain pulsed through his arm. Quinn clamped a hand over the wound, cursing a blue streak. “Kell? Where the hell are you?” Kell was a damn ghost—one minute he was there, the next he was gone and bodies were dropping. They’d managed to lure the army in the opposite direction and now the bastards were chasing their own tails. “Right behind you, bro.” Not in the mood for Kell’s warped sense of humor, he swung around and started trekking in the direction of the chopper. Warm blood leaked through his fingers. “You should wrap that.” Kell melted out of the trees and fell into step beside him. “Just a scratch.” Kell shrugged. “You’re the medic.” Quinn cast him a look and said into his lip mic, “Savat, ETA twenty minutes. Immediate take-off, so be ready.” “Copy that…Fuck! Hold on.” Something popped in Quinn’s ear and he drew back. “Savat, what the hell’s going on?” “We’re taking fire!” 
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NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer. Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers. She loves everything there is about romance. Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines. She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children. When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. Connect With Jennifer: Author Website Facebook Twitter Romance Recipes |
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