Tuesday, October 31, 2017

A Warm Winter Romance featuring Mary Alice Pritchard

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Six Things You Wouldn't Guess About Mary Alice Pritchard

Things that you probably wouldn’t guess about me. That’s not easy.

1. I live with nine feline muses. They tolerate me and interfere with my writing every chance they get, but I love them. Watching them often stimulates my thought process and if I’m at a difficult part in the book, watching them brings out what I need to go on.

2. I have a soft spot for men who ride motorcycles. I like the big burly teddy bears but draw the line at hard core clubs. I guess that’s why I like writing bear shifters as well. They appeal to me.

3. A lot of my books have my favorite things in them like my favorite color of lime green, Diet Cokes, Pathfinders for cars, and larger sized women. I have found that a lot of my readers want the plus sized woman who they can identify with. I’m like that as well.

4. I prefer to wear shorts year-round. Even when it’s icy outside, I wear shorts. Unfortunately, I have to wear “lime green” scrubs for work. Of course, they’re lime green. Honestly, most of the clothes in my closet are a variation of green

5. I’m a loner. I don’t have a lot of “real life” friends. Most of my friends are online. I tend to hole up in my writing cave and hang around the house instead of going places.

6. One more for fun. I don’t watch TV at all. I don’t even have cable. I will stream a show that interests me to help me write or check the news or weather online, but I don’t ever watch TV and haven’t in many years.

Four tantalizing tales to warm you this winter.

Winter Love:
Maeve expected nothing more than an evening of hotness on a cold winter night, but Jackson, her dominant and love, had very different plans. Plans that would change the dynamics of their relationship forever, if she chooses to accept them.

Winter Wonderland:
Toni Wellington lives a dramatic life on a reality television show. Can the holidays bring her peace and a happy ending?

Snatched by the Cat:
Sarach has no choice but to snatch Thea away from her land. But can he convince her that a life with him will fulfill her dreams?

A Little Peace and Quiet:
Can Heath survive the winter with Gloria banging on the house next door? He’s ready to hibernate but the she-wolf isn’t cooperating.

About the Author: Born in Greenwood, Mississippi, Mary Alice Pritchard has lived all over the state of Mississippi. She’s a nurse and has worked in nearly every area of the profession including Home Health and Hospice. Her favorite area in the hospital is the Emergency Department with its fast pace and constant change, a true adrenaline junkie!

Drawing from the rich culture of the South and her own menagerie of experiences over the years, she spins addictive tales of romantic intrigue, mystery and suspense mixed with the paranormal and lightly sprinkled with her unique style of humor.

Presently living in the northern part of the state, she works in the reimbursement area of finance for a large health system and quietly creates conspiracies and conundrums to entertain herself while plugging away at work. She lives with several muses who both inspire her and conspire against her their feline antics a constant source of entertainment and inspiration for her writing. Her love of animals is only matched by her love of books and the joy of exploring a new world every time she begins a new one.


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Monday, October 30, 2017

Son of the Moon by Jennifer Macaire

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In Nysa, Alexander the Great and time traveling journalist Ashley find their abducted son Paul being worshiped as "the son of the moon". Knowing she can’t change history and that Alexander’s kingdom will be torn apart when he dies, Ashley must make the terrible decision to leave her firstborn son in the sacred valley.

Alexander presses on to India, where he and Ashley are welcomed with feasts - and treachery. They struggle through monsoons, face the might of Porus’s army, and outwit deadly Brahmin rebels. Facing the reality of Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable - How to save him, and the consequences of cheating the Fates. Book III in the Time for Alexander series

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The battle that day was over by mid-morning. Alexander lost twelve men. The enemy lost half their army and sued for peace before noon.

Alexander was carried into the infirmary where I was helping Usse. His ankle had been shattered by a lance.

“Are you all right?” I asked, rushing to his side.

He stared at me, sweat pouring off his face, and his eyes two wells of pain.

“Would I come here if I was all right?” he gasped.

I sat down next to him and held his hand while Usse took off his sandal and examined the wound. When he probed, my own hand was nearly broken in Alexander’s grip, and I yelped.

“Sorry,” muttered the slender Egyptian doctor, dousing the ankle with hot water mixed with different herbs. He cleansed it and put a splint around it. There wasn’t much else he could do. Now we just had to pray it didn’t get infected.

We stayed for three days while we organized the peace talks with both tribes. Then Alexander decided to pull out and head straight to Nysa. An ambassador for the Assacenian king told us that the child of the moon was being worshipped in Nysa.

The child of the moon was Paul, my baby, now nearly five years old. I hadn’t seen him since he was ten days old.

Alexander left two divisions behind with his general Coenus while we took the rest of the army. We would all join up at the Indus River.

About the Author: Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.


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Friday, October 27, 2017

Sweets & Treats: Festive Recipes for the Clean Chocolate Lover by Carrie A. Lombardi

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This book contains 25 deliciously simple chocolate treats without all the stuff that will wreak havoc on your digestive system. The ingredients are less refined, as well as being dairy, gluten and soy-free. Many are also grain-free, peanut-free, vegan, vegetarian, or Paleo (noted as such on each recipe). A dream come true for chocolate lovers who crave clean, yet decadent chocolate delights!

Carrie Lombardi is a Certified Health Coach, wife, and mom to three wonderful grown children. She loves chocolate! She strives to make her recipes tasty and tries to include ingredients which may be beneficial for the body. In addition to her recipes being gluten, dairy, and soy-free, she uses the healthiest ingredients possible that will maintain the integrity of the dish and will be fun, delicious to eat, and keep the belly happy and healthy!

Carrie struggled for many years with digestive issues. .A diagnosis of sensitivities to dairy, gluten, and soy set her on a journey to optimal health and wellness through food and adopting a healthy lifestyle. She decided to become a health coach to fulfill her passion of helping people with food sensitivities to improve their health and to feel their best. Carrie received her training at The Institute for Integrative Nutrition. She enjoys the challenge of creating recipes reminiscent of the old gluten and dairy-filled dishes she loved growing up and finding healthier ways to make sweets that are just as indulgent. Through her website,www.happyhealthybelly.info, Carrie helps educate people on finding balance in their life through nutrition and healthy lifestyle strategies. She offers fun tips and recipes for those wishing to follow a gluten, dairy, and soy-free diet.

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Thursday, October 26, 2017

Just Off the Path by Weston Sullivan

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Hansel never asked to be a hero. He never wanted to fall in love with Rapunzel, Queen of the East. He didn’t ask to be raised by Gothel the Wretch, and he certainly never wanted to be credited for her arrest. But more than any of that, Hansel never wanted to lie: but he did. He lied about everything. He thought that he was done with it all when he and his sister Gretel retreated into the woods to reclaim their land, but he should have known better.

Hansel needs to find a way to fix this, otherwise he will be responsible for Grimm’s destruction, or that is what he thinks. As Hansel isn’t the only liar in Grimm.

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Hansel felt like he was in a pot of boiling water while he waited for Rapunzel. One second he was plotting ways to sneak from the castle, and the other he was imagining himself at her table, drinking tea.

The minutes seemed like days, and he was certain a month went by before he heard movement behind the large doors at his back. It was the unmistakable sound of royalty—Rapunzel’s shoes echoed throughout the throne room. By the sound of her footsteps, he could tell she was taking small, noble strides, like the Queen she was. Each collision of her heel to the floor coincided with the thud of Hansel’s heartbeat, until she drew nearer when his heart was doing double time. Finally, after a few agonizing seconds, he could see the top of her head from his place at the maw of the staircase.

She stopped and looked at them as they stood at the place between her throne and her city. Hansel gulped. It had been five years since he’d last seen her, and she’d grown more beautiful with age. She was about as tall as he, and was draped from head-to-toe in a solid white dress, the bodice of which clung perfectly to her shape. Her legendary hair was woven into a thick, rope-like braid and placed delicately over her shoulder, hanging all the way down to her kneecaps.

When she saw them, she smiled, her white teeth set against rosy lips. Her eyes were done up with golden flecks. In paintings, she was always depicted as young and soft, but in reality, she had jagged cheekbones and a diamond-shaped head, with large, pouty lips that drove Hansel mad. Her eyelashes were full and long, an expression of her femininity.

She held her smile as she descended the stairs, holding the train of her dress. Each step she took was slow and deliberate, and she fixed her eyes on the two of them. Taking the last step, she walked toward Hansel. For a second, he froze, lost in her golden-brown eyes. He shook himself out of his stupor and bowed to her.

Laughing, she said, “There’s no need to be so formal, Hansel.” She hugged him.

It was as inappropriate to hug her back as it was for her to hug him in the first place, but he placed his hand on the small of her back and felt nauseated by the sensation. He was disappointed when she let go, but to his surprise, she stepped back and placed her hands on his cheeks.

“You’ve grown up,” she said. “And what a man you’ve grown up to be.”

Rapunzel lingered for just a second, and then turned to Gretel, smiling warmly. After a brief hesitation, they walked toward each other, arms extended outward. They embraced for a moment, then Rapunzel stepped back and examined Gretel the way she had Hansel. She made a face, like the smell of rancid meat had carried through an open window, and proceeded to run her fingers through Gretel’s hair. “It’s so nice to see you both,” she said, pushing stray hairs out of Gretel’s face.

Stepping back, Gretel crossed her arms. “I’m sure that you have a good reason for all this?”

Immediately, Rapunzel’s smile faded, and her eyes fell. She began to fidget with the train of her dress nervously. “You just got here,” she said to Gretel, regal but aware of the girl’s tone. “There’s no need to go into all of that so quickly, is there?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” Gretel stated. Seeing that she’d made the Queen uncomfortable and feeling the shift in power among them, she stepped closer to her, her voice insistent.

About the Author:
After graduating with a BA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida in 2017, Weston Sullivan moved to New York City to live and write in the heart of the industry. In late 2016, he began working as an intern in the submissions department of BookFish Books. His short story, "On the Hillside", won the Anspaugh Award for Fiction in February of 2017, and his novel, JUST OFF THE PATH, is due for release in early September. 

He likes to believe that he is in charge of his own destiny, but at the end of the day, he knows that he was born to serve his two beloved cats.

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Temptation and Treachery by Sahara Roberts

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Andres “Rio” Rivera became his ICE profile years ago. Cold and calculating, he never promises anything beyond right now. But when he ends up with a cancelled flight and a shared hotel room with the secretive Celeste Patron, the fire behind Celeste’s buttoned-up exterior melts every barrier. He may only have her for one night, but that’s long enough to make her every fantasy come true.

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“Come on.” Kari led them back to the infirmary, taking her time with each step. “I’m going to try putting the pieces together myself. Stop me if I’m off track.” They walked away from the edge of the clearing. “I figure you didn’t just meet Rio yesterday.”

Celeste kept her expression neutral.

“In fact, from the way he was acting, I’d say the last time you saw him was three weeks and two to three days ago.” She held up a finger. “Well, three to four, since that was a day ago.”

It shouldn’t surprise her that Kari had figured things out on her own. Did everyone else know? Did they realize he’d played her for a fool? She closed her eyes, wondering if everyone in the chow hall was laughing at her, even know.

“Oh, come one. When you two were together there was so much sexual tension in the room I thought I’d end up pregnant.”

Oh damn, she’d hoped she’d been wrong about that.

“There’s no reason you can’t pick up where you were back then.”

Celeste’s gaze snapped to Kari. Did she mean sex? If so, no. She shook her head. They wouldn’t be picking up there. She’s been seduced for one reason, and one reason alone. To get the Ayala cartel.

“Rio’s an intense guy, and the way he looks at you…” She looked over and winked. “Well, as long as he doesn’t launch himself off the ceiling fan, you should be good.”

About the Author:
Sahara Roberts caught the writing bug early in life. She enjoys writing Romantic Suspense and Contemporary Romance. Her days are filled with international trade issues (the legal kind) and her evenings writing steamy romance. She is currently working on the fourth novel in the Dangerous Desires series and plotting a contemporary romance series.

When she's not at her usual hangout, Savvy Authors, she enjoys socializing on Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Pinterest and her website, or watching APB, The Blacklist, and The Walking Dead (Following Daryl). Sahara lives in South Texas with her husband and a very spoiled cat. She enjoys cooking, baking, and cake decorating, but she would certainly prefer to have someone else do the dishes.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The Blue Amberol Turns Again by K.N. Johnson from A Haunting of Words

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Welcome to K.N. Johnson, the author of "The Blue Amberol Turns Again." Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

I’ve always been intrigued by the cerebral, strange, and unsettling. I’ve had vivid nightmares since childhood and those inspire scenes and plots for my stories. My upbringing included family issues like alcoholism, mental illness, and fundamentalist religion, so no matter what I tried to write, it always came across as dark and creepy. Horror is my natural voice.

What research is required?

I participate in ghost investigations to get in touch with the fear that comes from unknown things moving in the dark. I also legend trip and those places often inspire my story locations. I’m big on research. I love to sprinkle in science as much as folklore. For this particular story, I was inspired by blue amberol cylinders I found in a Louisville, Kentucky, antique store called Joe Ley Antiques. There are stories all over that place.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

Since I jump time in “The Blue Amberol Turns Again”, there are two families, two heroes.

From Pa Turner, I was surprised to learn about the Border War between the United States and Mexico from 1910-1919. This war led to the permanent border wall. Reading about this reminded me how history repeats itself, like a rolling cylinder.

From Max Fielding, I learned more about steampunk rock - particularly a British band named The Men That Will Not Be Blamed for Nothing. They’re very tongue-in-cheek and even released a single on a wax cylinder in 2011! I highly recommend giving their song “Sewer” a listen - it’s a hilarious lament about a father’s grave being moved for a sewer installation.

Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I use two monitors. One is for Word, the other is for researching or setting a mood. Sometimes, I’ll play music to get into the right mindset and sometimes just sounds. I’ve spooked my cats by playing a bird’s call over and over and exhausted my family with the recording of an ocean buoy ringing and ringing… that was for “Below Deck”. For “The Blue Amberol Turns Again”, I played “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary” when I wrote about the Turner family, and “Seven Nation Army” by the White Stripes when I wrote about the Fieldings. Jack White’s music jolted me back to modern times with a sense of urgency.

Oh, and sometimes I use food! When I wrote “Frigid”, I ate so many frozen banana slices I made myself sick.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

I’m a rough plotter who leaves room for pantsing if the characters take me there. I try to scribble out a storyline with a beginning, middle and end with ridiculous notes like “build suspense here” or “something scary here”. When I begin typing, though, the characters take more shape and throw me twists I wasn’t expecting.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

A tall cherrywood bookcase. The top shelf is filled with several volumes of the Best American Short Stories series while the bottom shelf holds hardcover home decorating books. My shelves are cluttered with handmade ceramics by my daughters, a jack o’ lantern, and a little skeleton hanging on a rubberband.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

“Regolith” is my first dark science fiction story - it’s coming out in the Grimbold Books anthology Terra Nullius. “The Clearing” is a speculative fiction story coming out in the Transmundane Press anthology On Fire. And, I’m finally working on my own full project with the working title: Field Notes from Supernatural Locations. It will include bits of history and stories from all of my legend trips and ghost investigations. I’m hoping to include a few photos, too.

Do you have a question for our readers?

What keeps you up at night? What things are you surprised to find frighten you?

From Scout Media comes A Haunting of Words—the third volume in an ongoing short story anthology series featuring authors from all over the world.

In this installation, the reader will experience a multi-genre journey beyond traditional haunts; from comedy, to drama, fantasy, romance, and horror, these stories put eclectic spins on the every-day ghost tale. Whether you are running from the ghost of a vengeful mother, falling in love with an apparition, touring with a deceased famous musician, saving a newborn from a possessed crib, or having a specter cat as a sidekick, these stories of hauntings and apparitions will warm your heart, send shivers down your spine, and tickle your funny bone.

Whether to be enlightened, entertained, or momentarily caught up in another world, these selections convey the true spirit of the short story.

Enjoy an Excerpt from "The Blue Amberol Turns Again" Meg skulked to the door as well and yelled as she left. “I’m taking a break, too.”

Max rolled his eyes. Kids. Didn’t they want to witness the reveal, the great moment of discovery? He crawled beneath the cobwebs sagging from the ceiling and reached a small stack of boxes.

Meg and Jack reappeared, their eyes wide as they crammed against the doorframe. “There’s music. Old music coming from the house.” Meg gripped her brother’s shoulders. He hummed and tried to sing. “Long way to … where’s Tippa Larrey?”

Despite his efforts, cobwebs clung to Max’s black t-shirt. He cupped his hand around his ear. In the distance, the distinct strain of an old song wobbled, the male tenor belting out about it being a long way to go. He shifted his body, closed his eyes to focus on the faint music, and felt his knee sink into a soft plank of wood with such speed, he failed to grab anything to stop his long, long fall.

About the Author:
K.N. Johnson’s short story “Frigid” won Mythraeum’s Pygmalion contest and is being developed into a short film by Mythraeum, LLC and Loste Films. Filming begins January 2018. Johnson’s work has appeared in Proximity Magazine and Incandescent Mind literary journal. Her short stories are included in the anthologies A Journey of Words, A Haunting of Words, Below the Deck - Tales from the Cellar and Polterguests. Her dark science fiction story “Regolith” will appear in Kristell Ink’s upcoming anthology Terra Nullius. “The Clearing” will appear in the anthology On Fire published by Transmundane Press. For more: https://www.facebook.com/knjohnsonauthor.

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Friday, October 20, 2017

Lust, Lace, and Lingerie by Brandi Evans

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I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.

Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.

The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.

I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.

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I followed his reflection in the mirror, and as he stepped behind me, one hand possessively hooked at my hipbone, the other fisted around his cock, a touch of vulnerability played at the edge of his persona. It was almost imperceptible, a flicker of guilt here, a dab of resolve there.

I’d never seen anything—anyone—more beautiful.

Had his vulnerability been visible the night before? Had I been too overwhelmed by his presence, too lost in his larger-than-life persona that the subtleness had escaped me? Or had the darkness and shadows of the bedroom obscured them, only to be revealed in the light of morning and the bright bulbs overhead.

I scrutinized him as he pressed his hips forward, grabbed me possessively by the hips, and speared my pussy with his cock. My eyes instinctively tried to roll back, but I fought the initial burst of pleasure tinged with pain. I fought it with everything I had, needing to watch him as long as I could, taking in this rare glimpse of Max unguarded.

My Max.

At least for the moment.

He looked up, and our gazes caught in the mirror. He froze, erection wedged so deep inside me he felt like he was everywhere, and for a long moment, he simply held me. And though no words passed between us, I’d never felt closer to anyone.

About the Author:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Hide and Seek by Desiree Holt

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Anything can happen when you let your guard down . . .

After receiving a violent threat on the heels of her father’s disappearance from the town of Arrowhead Bay, Devon Cole fears for her life—until Vigilance, a local private security agency, steps in to shield her from danger. Although she isn’t usually quick to surrender her freedom, she has no problem stripping her defenses for her new sexy bodyguard . . .

Tortured by the painful memory of lost love, Logan Malik is determined not to fall for a client again. So when he’s tasked with watching over Devon day and night, he’s focused on doing his job. Day is no problem, but as tensions rise at night, nothing can protect them from giving in to unbridled passion . . .

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“And we’re working on the backgrounds of the Cole International execs. Do you have everything there you need?”

Logan had his own personal weapons with him—a Glock 19, a Ruger LCP and his Kabar knife—but on the remote chance of an invasion he wanted to be covered on all fronts.

“More firepower. I’ll text you the list as soon as I hang up. How are you coming with the phone?”

“We’ve just gotten started with it. First of all, it’s not an ordinary cell phone. It’s made by a company like the one that makes ours.”

“So it’s ten times as hard to crack.”

“That’s right. We got past the factory restore and there’s data on it, but it also seems to have multiple passwords.”

Logan snorted. “Can you say paranoid? Now I’m sure there’s shit on it we need.”

“I’ve got Del on it. He’s got it hooked up to a bunch of different programs at the same time. If anyone can break it, that would be him.”

“Okay. Keep me in the loop on that.”

“Ginger’s been digging into Graham Cole with an electronic shovel. I want to know everything from the past ten years, personal and corporate. There’s a clue somewhere and I mean for us to find it. I’ll bet we find a lot of unpleasant crap there.

“I hope we find something soon,” he told her. “I don’t think they’re near done with her.”

“And that’s why you’re there, Mr. Marine.”

“Ooh rah.”

About the Author:
USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author. She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

Desiree loves to hear from readers.

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Monday, October 16, 2017

The Accident by Glen Ebisch

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Karen Walker is an ex-homicide detective slowly recovering from the trauma of an automobile accident in which she was injured and her husband was killed when a drunk driver struck the car she was operating. After a year of surgeries and attempts to come to terms with her feelings of guilt, she finds herself living the narrow life of a semi-recluse.

Her seclusion comes to an end when an old friend from college, Clarissa Hammett, asks Karen to help in the search for her missing sister, Justine. Karen agrees, and she goes to live alone in the family’s summer home on the coast of southern Maine, which Justine was occupying at the time of her disappearance. Karen even goes one step further and takes on Justine’s job as hostess in a local restaurant, hoping to learn more about the missing woman’s life from her co-workers.

Conversations with the sister’s estranged husband, her present boyfriend, and a mentally disturbed young girl on the beach, lead Karen to believe that Justine’s disappearance was not voluntary and that, if still alive, she may desperately need help.

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“I heard about what you did to Sam,” she said.

“I didn’t do anything to Sam.”

“You got him involved in your half-assed investigation into Justine’s disappearance and got him hurt. You didn’t think I’d find out so soon, but you forget, I have contacts everywhere in town. Anything that happens, I know about.”

“Sam offered to help me. I didn’t force him to do it.”

“No, you didn’t force him, but you acted nice to him, knowing that Sam was the kind of guy who would always help a woman in distress. He got involved with you the same way he hooked up with Justine because you both needed help. You knew that and took advantage of him.”

About the Author:
I have been a professor of philosophy for over thirty years. Most recently I retired from teaching at a small university in western Massachusetts. For much of that time I have also written mystery and suspense fiction, starting with books for young adults and moving on to writing for adults. I have had twenty-eight books published, fifteen of them in the last fifteen years as time has allowed me to write more. All are cozy in nature and suitable for any reader.

I live in western Massachusetts with my wife. My hobbies include reading (of course) and going to the gym. We also look forward to traveling to Maine and Cape May, New Jersey for our needed dose of the beach.

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Deadspeak 2 by Ruth Bainbridge

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DEADSPEAK2. The chilling new entry in the Deadspeak Mystery Series

Things look different when you're dead.

It’s Halloween and a group of teens throw a party at Harbinger Falls’ most celebrated haunted estate. It’s all fun and games until a session with a Ouija board guides the partygoers to the body of a young girl hidden in the attic.

Detective Kimberly Trent is assigned the case and quickly discovers that all is not as it seems. First, there’s the connection between the death and a string of petnappings terrorizing the neighborhood. Then there’s the suicide note that only leaves more questions than answers. A visit from Kimberly’s ghostly friend Griff Lindon sheds an unwelcome light. It seems she’s had a run in with the newly deceased who tells her she’s been murdered.

This is the second in The Deadspeak Mysteries. The entries are meant to be read in sequential order and do not standalone. In each book, you’ll find a new murder for Kimberly Trent to solve. You’ll also find the continuing search for who murdered Kim’s sister Elizabeth. Each book will take you closer and closer to finding out the identity of The Hex Killer, the serial killer who ended Elizabeth’s short life. It will also bring you to the heart of the evil that’s come back to life to wreak revenge.

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“This reminds me of when I was in summer camp and stayed up all night trying to contact the dead,” Julie Welch commented.

Mia or no Mia, the time had arrived and the Ouija board was placed in the center of one of the folding tables.

“You did that, Mrs. Welch?” Angie asked.

“Of course,” Julie confessed with a giggle. “I lived for those summers, and the camp counselors had no idea what we were up to. They only wondered why we were all so tired in the mornings.”

The atmosphere of the Halloween Party had changed. Ever since the announcement, things went from Party Central, to an eerie, expectant quiet. The music was turned off and the food lined up on the rented tables was bereft of pawing hands.

The six rested their fingers lightly on the planchette. “Remember: no cheating! Understood?” Mrs. Welch warned.

The participants nodded in agreement as the woman with the highlighted blonde hair inhaled deeply.

“Hello? Is there anyone with us?” Julie asked, starting off the questioning.

A soft scrape… and … movement! Infinitesimal at first, the planchette picked up speed.


“What the—” Gen started. A loud moan interrupted the moment.

“Yes, I’m here,” a deep voice bellowed.

Fear spread quickly as attendees sprang up from their chairs and readied to run. Another unearthly groan penetrated the air. Angie latched on to Glenn’s hand.


Someone was climbing the basement stairs.

About the Author:
Born in the idyllic, sleepy town of Ithaca, NY, Ruth Bainbridge has been a lover of mysteries for her entire life.

Ever since a child, she has consumed detective stories at regular intervals, becoming enamored with all the superstars of crime. She loved nothing more than to match wits with the likes of Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Thomas Pitt, Lord Peter Wimsey, Richard Jury, and Edward X Delaney, becoming inspired by their brilliance. Hoping to emulate her writing idol’s achievements in dreaming up such characters, she started composing her own short stories.

However, life interfered with her plans of becoming the next hopeful to try a life of crime—on paper at least. Devoting herself to her marriage and the raising of four children, the empty nest syndrome gave her the impetus to return to her first love—murder.

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Friday, October 13, 2017

Shadow of a Thief by Norman Green

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Combining his pitch perfect voice for the characters who live in New York's underbelly with a compelling new protagonist, Norm Green’s Shadow of a Thief grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go

In a previous life, Saul Fowler was a thief-for-hire with an impressive client list, including the US government. When he seeks shelter from his addictions up on the coast of Maine, his past come back to haunt him in the form of his estranged stepfather, Reverend McClendon. “Someone killed my daughter,” says the rev. “Find out who did it Saul, I know you can help me. Please?” None of this would be Saul's problem, except that the girl might be his half-sister.

Back in NYC, a place he never thought he’d see again, Saul delves deep under the surface of the dead girl’s life. Before long he finds himself contending with gangs, pimps, prostitutes, the NYPD, and just maybe, the fifth fundamental universal force. Finding the truth will either change his life forever, or end it.

Gritty and unputdownable, this is perfect for fans of James Lee Burke and Robert Crais.

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Money changed hands.

Aniri counted out twenty crisp Ben Franklins. Corey tried not to think about how much Aniri paid and in what currency in order to earn each of those bills. There was another murmured conversation, and then Aniri removed her watch and handed it to the woman before turning to Corey. “Give me your watch, baby. And your cell. We can’t take anything mechanical out there with us.”

“Out where?” Corey handed her his watch and fished around in his coat pocket for his phone. He preferred to keep it clipped to his belt but Aniri would yell at him and call him a nerd when he did that.

“Shh. This is an earth ceremony.”

“Oh great, an earth ceremony. Does that mean like the alleyway out back?”

“Coreeee... Please?”

He didn’t know if she knew it but he was powerless over her, he would do anything to get her to love him back. The woman behind the counter took the phone and the watches, put them in an old cigar box and stuck the box up on the shelf, next to the skull. “Please wait here,” she said softly. She opened a door behind the counter and went out.. Corey looked at Aniri as the door closed. “Life with you,” he said, “is many things, but never dull.”

She locked her pale brown eyes on his. “Some day in South Carolina,” she said, “what a great story this will be.”

“Right now,” he told her, “I can’t even picture what South Carolina looks like.”

About the Author: Norman Green reports this about himself: "I have always been careful, as Mark Twain advised, not to let schooling interfere with my education. Too careful, maybe. I have been, at various times, a truck driver, a construction worker, a project engineer, a factory rep, and a plant engineer, but never, until now, a writer." He lives in Emerson, New Jersey, with his wife, and is hard at work on his second novel.


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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Of the Divine by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

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Five Things You May Not Know About Me

1. I was an absolutely amazing writer as a small child.

When I was four, a cousin wrote down one of my favorite stories to tell with the thought that she might help me publish it. Unfortunately, the teacher/friend of hers she brought it to said it was “too advanced” for the age group. Similarly, my first attempts to write— once I learned the basics of phonetic spelling—were amazing. My novel about intergalactic cats was composed in a pink journal with a gold heart-shaped lock (incidentally, this was also my first experience picking locks). Surely the very creative spelling and lack of knowledge of basic grammar, capitalization and punctuation was Emily Dickenson levels of brilliance. When I was eight, I graduated to working on a word processor, where my masterpiece was lost when I password-protected the file, but misspelled the password (dragon) so badly I locked myself out of the file, and lost it forever.

It is a pity these early works were misplaced. Given they have all been lost forever and no one will ever read them, I am quite confident saying they were the work of a true prodigy.

2. I was terrible as a writer on the school newspaper

In high school, I had a brief stint as a writer for the school newspaper. Unfortunately, writing the truth is not my strength.

I can write research papers, and I am reporting these facts honestly (well, mostly, I might have exaggerated when describing how wonderful my early writing was), but writing a news article about a true event seemed so boring. I ended up making up my article, which I think had something to do with Halloween, then resigning my position on the school newspaper.

3. Writing made me a honey snob

While doing world-building and research while editing the Mancer Trilogy, I decided one of Kavet’s major crops is buckwheat. This led me to research buckwheat, and eventually discover that buckwheat honey existed. Upon finding a jar of the stuff at the grocery store, I bought it.

I regret this move. It spoiled me for honey. I can’t stand clover honey any more, which is the commonly-available kind; it has to be at least wildflower honey.

I blame sorcery for this change of tastes.

4. I have a total brown thumb.

I come from a family of green thumbs, but I can’t keep a houseplant alive. I even kill cactuses.

The only houseplant I’ve kept alive lately is a carnivorous basil plant. As an experiment, I used a snip of fresh basil as the bait in a fly trap last summer. I set it in the window and ignored it for weeks. The sprig managed to sprout roots in the tiny quarter inch of water, and the whole thing has grown to fill the container. I figure it must get its nutrients from decaying flies. I’m going to name it Audra III.

5. I am truly phobic of cockroaches.

Several years ago, in Sanibel Island, Florida, I had a run in with a swarm of jellyfish. You would think this would make me phobic of jellyfish, but what I recall most vividly is sitting up all night, unable to sleep due to anxiety and the continued sharp zinging sensation on my skin, and watching the palmetto bugs scamper across the floor.

Apparently, my brain decided these things— pain, deep terror, and Florida’s horrific cockroaches— are intrinsically linked. Years later, I freeze up at the sight, or even the suggestion, of a cockroach.

The psychology-neurology nerd in me finds this mental association and phobia fascinating. The writer in me finds it good fodder for character development. The realist in me is a little worried about whether I would need to simply move out if I ever discovered a cockroach in my basement, or if burning the house down would suffice (yes, I’m joking. I could just burn all my stuff and hire an exterminator).

So now you know a few more little-known facts about me. Unless I made them all up, in which case I hope you were at least entertained.

Henna is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the Order of Napthol, and her runes ’s runes tell her that the future of Kavet is balanced on the edge of the knife. The treaties between Kavet and the dragon-like race known as the Osei have become intolerable. The time has come for the royal house to magically challenge Osei dominion. Prince Verte, Henna' lover, is to serve as the nexus for the powerful but dangerous spell, with Naples--an untested young sorcerer from the Order of Napthol--a volatile but critical support to its creation.

Amid these plans, Dahlia Indathrone’s arrival in the city shouldn’t matter. She has no magic and no royal lineage, and yet, Henna immediately knows Dahlia is important. She just can’t see why.

As their lives intertwine, the four will learn that they are pawns in a larger game, one played by the forces of the Abyss and of the Numen—the infernal and the divine.

A game no mortal can ever hope to win.

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“You cannot live your life as a slave to those who have gone before,” Verte replied. “You need to let the living and dead alike move on.”

Wenge glared up at him. Verte paused, keeping his stance and expression neutral as he raised magical shields against a possible attack.

“You don’t know where the dead go,” Wenge accused. “We talk of the realms beyond, of the Abyss and the Numen, but no one really knows for sure what happens once our shades pass out of the mortal realm. What if we just go screaming into the void? What if—”

Verte took the man’s frail, trembling hand in his own. He wished he could use his magic to urge him to keep moving, but Wenge’s decision whether to demand a trial or to take the brand willingly needed to be made without magical coercion.

“Even the royal house, with all our strength and training and resources, does not practice death sorcery. Maleficence or not,” Verte said, hoping the words would pierce the man’s sudden anxiety, “if you continue to let your power use you this way, it will kill you before the year is out. Of that I am certain.”

Wenge’s body sagged. He waved a hand next to his face as if to chase away a buzzing fly—or in this case, a whispering spirit. He flinched at whatever the ghost said, then muttered, “I do not know what to be without it.”

About the Author:
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night, when she was 13 years old. Other books in the Den of Shadows series are Demon in My View, Shattered Mirror, Midnight Predator, all ALA Quick Picks for Young Adults. She has also published the five-volume series The Kiesha’ra: Hawksong, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year and VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror List Selection; Snakecharm; Falcondance; Wolfcry; and Wyvernhail.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

All Inclusive by Farzana Doctor

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Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

My favourite books have always been works of literary fiction that have either a touch of magical realism or politicized perspectives about contemporary culture, or both. I like novels that make me think deeply about a character’s motivations and actions and help me learn about an experience I’ve never had myself. I like to laugh out loud and have my heart crack open a little.

What research is required?

One of All Inclusive’s protagonists is a spirit. Much of the time, he “came” to me as a voice in my head (I get most of my material from listening to these voices), but I also had to figure out some of his abilities and limits for the plot to work.

I borrowed some spirituality from Islam and asked a psychic some questions about her take on the afterlife. I’m also an amateur tarot reader and sometimes used this tool to help me find answers.

Name one thing you learned from your heroine.

My other protagonist, Ameera, is a young woman who stumbles into the swingers’ scene while working at a resort in Mexico. Most writers will tell you that it’s almost impossible to write sex scenes well, and they avoid the challenge altogether.

But I wanted to grow myself as a writer, and write her sex scenes in a way that both revealed her character and moved the plot forward. At the same time I needed her to be embodied, and well, really write sex as it is—messy, clumsy, ecstatic, fun, annoying! Ameera taught me how to do this.

Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I’ve never admitted this publicly, but what the heck! Each time I’ve written a novel’s first full manuscript draft, I begin to have all kinds of catastrophic thoughts about my computer exploding, or worse, that I’ll die before the book is published! So I usually email the document to a friend for safe-keeping and this calms me down.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

A combination. I like to know the story’s arc and the characters’ main obstacles and desires before I begin writing. I’ll sometimes brainstorm a list of scenes to help me for when I get stuck later. And then the rest of it is pantsing, I guess, where I listen deeply to my creative unconscious and the spirits voices that come to me.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

My morning cup of coffee, which I think is a comfort object for me. I like to have a cup of something warm beside my laptop when I write.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

The US launch for All Inclusive is tomorrow night! If your readers are in NYC on October 12th, I hope they will join me! Details: http://aaww.org/curation/tourisminliterature/

I’ve just finished the 8th draft of my 4th novel, Unfamiliar Skin, which I hope will come out sometime in 2018/9.

Do you have a question for our readers?

From your experience of reading, do you think it’s true that it’s hard for writers to write sex scenes well?

A story about an all-inclusive resort, the ghost of an unknown father, and the tragedies we can’t forget.

What’s it like when everyone’s dream vacation is your job? Ameera works at a Mexican all-inclusive resort, where every day is paradise — if “paradise” means endless paperwork, quotas to meet, and entitled tourists. But it’s not all bad: Ameera’s pastime of choice is the swingers scene, and the resort is the perfect place to hook up with like-minded couples without all the hassle of having to see them again.

Despite Ameera’s best efforts to keep her sideline a secret, someone is spreading scandalous rumours about her around the resort, and her job might be at stake. Meanwhile, she’s being plagued by her other secret, the big unknown of her existence: the identity of her father and why he disappeared. Unbeknownst to Ameera, her father, Azeez, is looking for her, and they both must come to terms with the reason why he abandoned her.

A moving new work from award-winning author Farzana Doctor, All Inclusive blurs the lines between the real world and paradise, and life and death, and reminds us that love is neither easily lost nor found.

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March 27, 2015, Huatulco, Mexico

A DC8 droned above.

“Here they come,” I announced. Friday was our departure-arrival day. One sunburned and grouchy group left for their northern homes, and another cohort, ecstatic and pale, touched down and took their place.

Roberto grabbed a plastic file-box and gestured for me to sit beside him. I lowered myself onto the makeshift seat and wiped away a slick of perspiration from the creases behind my knees.

“Ameera, you hear about that tour rep getting fired over at Waves?” Roberto stroked his thin moustache.

“Nancy? Yeah, I’m still in shock.” I hadn’t known her well, but I’d gone clubbing with her and the other tour reps from our sister resorts a few times. She’d seemed all right to me. The airplane circled closer, and, in unison, we clapped our hands over our ears and tilted our chins to the sky. After it had rolled across the tarmac and quieted its engines, we resumed our gossip.

“What I don’t get is why someone in their late twenties would want to have sex with a fifteen-year-old.” Roberto shook his head, as though trying to dislodge the idea.

“But didn’t the kid lie about his age? He told her he was eighteen, right?” While I’d never in a million years sleep with a teenager, I could imagine how booze and loneliness could have led Nancy to her mistake.

About the Author:
Farzana Doctor is the author of three novels: Stealing Nasreen, Six Metres of Pavement (which was a 2012 Lambda Literary Award and the 2017 One Book One Brampton winner) and the recently released All Inclusive which was a Kobo and National Post Best Book of the Year. Farzana was named one of CBC Books’ “Ten Canadian Women Writers You Need to Read Now”. She is also a Registered Social Worker with a part-time psychotherapy practice. She curates the Brockton Writers Series.

Website: http://www.farzanadoctor.com
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Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqTStZedIao
Book club guide: https://www.dundurn.com/sites/default/files/supplementary/AllInclusive-BookClubResource.pdf

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A Shot At Love by Peggy Jaeger

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Why do you write in your genre? What draws you to it?

I write romance because I truly believe everyone deserves their own Happily Ever After. There is so much sadness and negativity in the world today, reading about two ordinary people who, through some quirk of the universe and the author’s imagination, find themselves and fall in love is uplifting and empowering to me.

What research is required?

In every book I write, I have a strong heroine. Emotionally, physically, spiritually strong. They are all successful in what they do, professionally, as well. I’ve written a master chef, an artist, a professional ice skater, a photographer, a doctor, a chocolatier, a CPA. Except for the chef and the ice skater, I knew nothing about the other professions. So, in order to make the characters’ actions and knowledge believable to the readers – because if it’s wrong on any count they will let you know! – I had to research these occupations. My mother in law is an artist, so that one was easy. A very good friend of mine is a doctor – again, easy. The photographer one was the easiest and the hardest because my best friend’s daughter is a professional photographer. So when I needed new head shots for publicity (the hard part, because I hate having my picture taken!) I contracted with her and then went about picking her brain while we were shooting. For the other professions, I contacted friends of friends and then set up meetings to ask questions. I think in one week I was at Panera five days in a row, basically interviewing people!

Name one thing you learned from your heroine.

Gemma Laine is the warrior sister in the Laine family. She’s the one the others went to when they were bullied, growing up, because even at a young age Gemma had a take-no-prisoners personality and would always defend her sisters in whatever battle they found themselves in – be it verbal or physical. What I learned from her while writing her was that past bad experiences can either break you or make you as a person. Without giving away any spoilers, something happened to Gemma when she was a teenager that promoted her to learn marital arts, where she found she had an innate talent. She uses that talent in her life to keep her grounded emotionally and to feel strong, physically.

Do you have any odd or interesting writing quirks, habits or superstitions?

I have one habit that absolutely annoys everyone in my realm. I always carry a notebook wherever I go – whether out to lunch with my friends, to the grocery store, even to Mass. When an idea hits me, or a snippet of dialogue that I’ve been struggling over finally breaks through, I whip out my notebook and write it down. Even in Church! I’ve been using the notebook more and more these past few years since I hit menopause because, you know….menopause brain! Which translates to wicked forgetfulness!

Are you a plotter or pantser?

Plotter. First, last, always. I’m that person who never just sets out for a casual stroll, or a car trip just to drive around. I need to know where we are going, when we are getting there, and who we’ll see or what we’ll do when we get there. It really is obnoxious, but it’s the only way I know how to be. Before I ever type a word on the page of a new book I know where I’m going, what my people are going to say and do, and the twists and turns they’ll encounter on their road to HEA. Yes, I do make detours along the way, but for the majority of the book detailed plotline gets me where I want to go.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

My vision board for the next romance series I’m writing! I’m a little schizoid about works in progress, so I won’t tell you much about it, but it involved weddings, small towns, and crazy family members.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

Book 3 in the WILL COOK FOR LOVE series, CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, releases into the book reading world on 4.3.18. Here’s the blurb:

In Peggy Jaeger’s delectable series, delicious food is just an appetizer for life’s main course: the kind of love that feeds your soul.

With three successful TV series under her belt, including her cousin Kandy’s, executive producer Stacy Peters is ready to helm her own show. But to make that happen, she has to do her network boss one favor first—spend two months on a ranch in Montana wrangling the notoriously difficult director of Beef Battles. Apparently, he eats producers for breakfast. Yet all Stacy can think when she meets the lean, rugged man is how hungry he makes her . . .

Dominic Stamp—Nikko to his very few friends—has had enough interference from TV newbies. And when Stacy climbs out of the car in Montana, he’s not convinced she’s even old enough to drive, much less produce his show. But he can’t deny that the long-legged blonde with the stubborn will and the dazzling smile whets his appetite. And as Stacy proves her talent with the crew and the budget alike, Nikko vows to prove to her that love is on the menu for both of them . . .

Do you have a question for our readers?

Actually, I do. How do readers feel about reading romances for people older than the age of 35? Most contemporary romances deal with a younger crowd ( typically 203, 30.s early 40s.) I’ve been knocking around a series of women and men a little older and wiser in their 50s. Is that too old for the book reading audience? With so many divorces, spousal deaths, etc, in this age group, my thought that everyone deserves their own Happliy Ever After extends to them as well. Do you think there’s a market for that type of romance, the kind that caters to a more mature crowd? Let me know. And thanks for any input.

Thank you so much for hosting me today. It’s been a blast!

Nothing’s impossible when love is on the menu. In Peggy Jaeger’s luscious series, the only thing more tempting than a delicious meal is a truly delectable romance . . .
Look for exclusive recipes in each book!

Photographer Gemma Laine is looking for arresting faces on the streets of Manhattan when her camera captures something shocking—a triple murder. In that moment, she becomes a target for the mob—and a top priority for a very determined, breathtakingly handsome, FBI special agent. With deadlines to meet and photo shoots on her calendar, Gemma chafes at the idea of protection, but every moment she spends under his watchful eye is a temptation to lose herself in his muscular arms . . .

With two of his men and one crucial witness dead, Special Agent Kyros Pappandreos can’t afford to be distracted. But Gemma is dazzling—and her connection to Kandy Laine’s high-profile cooking empire makes her an especially easy mark for some very bad people. Keeping her safe is much more pleasure than business, but as the heat between them starts to sizzle, Ky is set to investigate whether they have a shot at love . . .

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“How many do I have to hit for you to be satisfied?”

Ky looked over to where she stood to the side of the garage, the Glock in her hand, its barrel aimed at the ground. He’d watched her load the clip, then weigh and balance the gun in her hand like she did it every day of her life.

“All of them. You might never get a second chance if a first bullet misses an attacker, so yes. All of them.”

She moved to the line in the grass he’d drawn for her to shoot from, mumbling something he couldn’t hear, but guessing it wasn’t something complementary.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yup. Any particular order you want me to hit them in?”

He had to bite back the grin threatening to fly free at her snooty, disgruntled tone.

“Your call.”

Gemma nodded and took a stance. She flexed her shoulders and neck, the motion so subtly erotic, it made his pulse quicken, and she shifted her weight. From his viewing position behind her, he appreciated just how tall and lean she was. Narrow shoulders were relaxed and tapered down into a waist no bigger than a hand span. How many times in the past few days had he thought what it would be like to slip his own hands around that tiny area and pull her in close? Too many for prudence, that was for sure.

The first bottle, the one he’d put the farthest from them, shattered into a thousand fragments. Before he could take a full breath, she’d hit the next two.

The final three closer ones she dispatched with equal ease.

When she turned to him and asked, “Satisfied?” in a tone filled with condescension, Ky had to physically restrain himself from running to her, lifting her up in his arms, and kissing the gorgeous smirk off her mouth.

Because he’d discovered how much he liked sparring with her—go figure that out—he pursed his lips and nodded. “Not bad.”

About the Author:
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.

Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, Peggy brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she has created the families she wanted as that lonely child.

Tying into her love of families, her children's book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.

 Peggy holds a master's degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer's Disease during her time running an Alzheimer's in-patient care unit during the 1990s.

In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.

In 2017 she came in 3rd in the New England Reader's Choice contest for A KISS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS and is a finalist in the 2017 STILETTO contest for the same title.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.

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