Thursday, February 22, 2018

To Entice an Earl by Naomi Boom

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

To me, historical romances seems like fairy tales, at least, the ones I read do. But realistically, I would never want to live in the past. Life, especially for women, was not great, but in historical romance, most of the bad stuff gets ignored and the magic of the appropriate time period surfaces.

What research is required?

Anachronisms. I never knew that word until I started writing. Basically, it means that everything in a historical romance novel has to be of the appropriate time period. For example, a character cannot make a phone call before the phone was invented. Sounds simple, right? Well, certain words did not exist back in the early 19th century. Styles of clothes, types of guns, whether people danced the waltz… the list is endless. And I end up checking countless little details to ensure they are not anachronisms.

Name one thing you learned from your hero/heroine.

The hero taught me that risk is worthwhile, even if failure ensues. In the back of my mind, I’ve understood this concept, but I never really grasped how important it was till I wrote this novel and watched him take a huge risk. I don’t want to be the type of person who doesn’t take risks. I’d rather fail and try to achieve something.

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

I don’t know if this is odd, but before I write anything I always re-read the previous chapter. It might seem excessive but I feel I have a better idea of the flow than just reading the previous page.

Are you a plotter or pantser?

Pantser. And I question why frequently. I follow my heart, then have to change half the book. Perhaps one day logic will take over and I’ll start plotting.

Look to your right – what’s sitting there?

A blanket. Tonight, in South Dakota, the temperature is -6 degrees Fahrenheit. I’m cold, so I have a blanket covering my feet while my laptop keeps the rest of me warm. My house is heated, of course, but I’m a cold person.

Anything new coming up from you? What?

The next installment in my series! I’m pretty excited about it but have some revisions to do because I should have plotted the thing out. Still, I barely can wait to see the finished result.

Do you have a question for our readers?

Sure! What’s your favorite historical romance and why? I need some good reading material.

Miss Alexandra Farris lost her heart to her older brother's friend, Lord Maxon Collins, long, long ago. Despite her girlhood attempts to win him, he never noticed her. Now that her first season is underway, she understands why. He prefers willowy blondes, not curvaceous maidens with darker coloring like herself. Rather than wallow in self-pity, she forgets love and focuses on something more attainable—an advantageous match.

Lord Collins is plagued by an uncomfortable feeling whenever he goes near Miss Farris. One of annoyance. And yet, he can’t seem to stop thinking of her, touching her, kissing her...He must act in her brother’s stead, which means he has to approve her suitor and ensure her safety. Unfortunately, he can’t seem to find a worthy gentleman.

Wedding her off should be a simple task, but not if he can’t let her go.

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She inhaled and stepped up to him. He was so tall, at least five inches taller than her, yet she would not allow him to intimidate her, not this gentleman she used to pester as a little girl. She peered up at him and planted her fists on her hips. “You cannot possibly imagine I would listen to you, can you?”

His eyes narrowed, and he straightened from his position against the wall which brought him that much closer to her. “I don’t only imagine. I know you will listen to me. You have no other options.”

“Of course I do.”

“No, you do not.”

Their gazes locked, and everything around Alexa faded away, except for the brilliant blue eyes which held her riveted in place. She brought her palm to her chest to make sure her heart still beat.

It did, just barely.

She finally broke away and whispered, “I have not given him a response yet.”

His responding smile lacked warmth, and he appeared to gloat as he said, “Excellent. I never have liked Lord Edwin and cannot fathom why you do.”

“I happen to be very much in love with him.” She colored. She had just told Lord Collins she loved Lord Edwin. Where was her fan when she needed it most? Next to Miss Cannis where she had forgotten it. And now, she had to endure a most frustrating conversation where she admitted a falsehood. Not a simple falsehood, either. One which competed with the largest untruths of her life.

Her rushed denial teetered on her lips as a stronger gust of wind tore through her hair, causing several more strands to dislodge. She muttered a curse and reached up to repair the damage the wind had made.

His large, warm hand shot out and stopped her. The humid night air could not compare to the warmth of his hand on hers, nor could it compete with the spasmodic tingles breaking out throughout her body.

The contact was too unexpected.

Too intimate.

Too much.

She darted a hesitant glance his way where he quickly masked a warm look and took a step away from her. “Leave your hair.”

She swayed from the loss of his touch and the lack of warmth in his tone.

“Are you quite all right?” he asked with a sneer, as if to erase all touches of warmth with harshness. It hadn’t worked, though. She knew better.

Whatever strange demon had overtaken him tonight was not normal and was, quite frankly, vexing to deal with. “I see you can choose to employ good manners when you wish.”

His countenance darkened and he lifted a brow. “You evidently are just fine.”

About the Author:
Naomi Boom never expected to love writing. Her inspiration struck while searching for the perfect historical romance novel to read. Nothing sounded appealing, so she decided to write her own. That one novel has morphed into a series, and hopefully many, many more.

She resides in her home state of South Dakota with her husband and toddler. Her dream is to someday find an acreage where she can raise chickens and, naturally, continue her writing.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The Unlikeable Demon Hunter: Crave by Deborah Wilde

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What doesn’t kill you...

seriously messes with your love life.

Nava is happily settling into her new relationship and life is all giddy joy and stolen kisses.

Except when it’s assassins. Talk about a mood killer.

She and Rohan are tracking the unlikely partnership between the Brotherhood and a witch who can bind demons, but every new piece of the puzzle is leaving them with more questions than answers.

And someone doesn’t appreciate them getting close to the truth.

Go figure.

On top of that, a demon known only as Candyman has unleashed a drug that’s harming users in extremely disturbing ways.

After a friend of Nava’s is hurt, she vows to take this demon down. But will life as she knows it survive this mission, or will this be the one time she should have looked before she leapt?

Happily-ever-after: barring death, she’s got a real shot at it.

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“I love home delivery.” Malik lounged in his doorway, eyeing me the way the wolf must have with the three little pigs. His British accent was pure sin.

“I love your arrogance that you didn’t bother moving after I almost killed you.”

He laughed, flashing straight white teeth against his bronze skin. He was still the only being I’d ever met who could pull off a Caesar cut, and was still the stuff of billionaire romance cover fantasies in his soft gray trousers that were artfully tailored to the hard lines of his body and navy shirt, carelessly folded back at the cuffs. “Oh, petal. I’d say I missed you, but I didn’t. Now, unless you brought the more interesting twin?” He peered into the hallway. “No?”

He shut the door, but I stuffed my foot in to block it. Not like he politely stopped trying to close it. “Ow.” I pushed my shoulder into the door to keep my poor bones from breaking. “If you weren’t wondering why I was here, you wouldn’t have let security buzz me up or let my toes cross the wards I’m sure you’ve got strung across this door.”

“Ten seconds.”

“That’s not–”

“Five, four…”

“Demons are being bound.” I rushed my words as he made a buzzing noise.

Malik yanked me inside by my collar and slammed the door.

I wrenched free.

His penthouse apartment hadn’t changed. Still to-die-for sweeping views of the city, a massive glass wine storage unit in the open concept space, and a loft bedroom. He pointed at one of the leather sofas, custom made to hug the curved walls. “Sit and talk.”

About the Author:
A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. This award-winning author is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”


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Five Things You Might Not Know About Donna Migliaccio

We are pleased welcome Donna Migliaccio who is visiting with us to celebrate today's release of StoneKing, the third book in her The Gemeta Stone series, to share five things you probably don't know about her.

1. I don’t read a great deal of fantasy, even though it’s the genre I write. Out of the 75 or so books I read last year, fantasy titles probably made up about a third of that, and that number is somewhat inflated because I was burning through Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. The rest of my reading was either literary fiction or non-fiction, on all kinds of subjects.

2. I could live on ham sandwiches. Ham sandwiches with mayo and Wickles pickles. I adore them.

3. I have never watched a single episode of “Game of Thrones.” I want to read the series first, but I can’t commit to such a massive undertaking just yet (and I want to make sure George R.R. Martin finishes the damn thing first).

4. I spend an inordinate amount of time cursing at the gray squirrels in my yard, because they’re either raiding my bird feeders, digging in my potted plants, or stealing tomatoes out of my garden. And yet when one is sitting on my deck rail looking pitiful, I’ll toss him a nut.

5. I don’t watch a lot of television, and have absolutely zero interest in cars or in the investment world, but I’m addicted to Amazon’s “The Grand Tour” and “Shark Tank” on ABC. I think it’s because I find the mix of personalities on both shows fascinating.

They call him StoneKing: the lord of four countries, the vanquisher of the Wichelord Daazna, the man who will restore his people to prosperity and peace.

But there is no peace for Kristan Gemeta. Already weighed down by the cares of his new realm, Kristan carries a secret burden – the knowledge that Daazna is not dead. He isolates himself in his ruined castle in Fandrall, where he struggles to control the destructive Tabi’a power that may be his only hope of defeating the Wichelord once and for all.

And there’s trouble elsewhere in his realm. His Reaches are squabbling in Dyer, Melissa and Nigel are experiencing heartache in Norwinn, and Heather’s command in Hogia is in jeopardy. Unaware of this turmoil, Kristan receives an unexpected gift – one that forces him, his knights, an inexperienced squire and a crafty young shape-shifter into a hazardous winter journey.

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About the Author:
Donna Migliaccio is a professional stage actress with credits that include Broadway, National Tours and prominent regional theatres. She is based in the Washington, DC Metro area, where she co-founded Tony award-winning Signature Theatre and is in demand as an entertainer, teacher and public speaker. Her award-winning short story, "Yaa & The Coffins," was featured in Thinkerbeat's 2015 anthology The Art of Losing.


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Monday, February 19, 2018

Cover Reveal: When It All Goes Still by Allison Mullinax

Check out the cover of Allison Mullinax's upcoming book, When It All Goes Still, a time traveler romance that will be released on May 15.

Traveler is arrogant, rebellious, and the most skillful Observation Agent within the division. His refusal to follow the agency rules finally catches up to him and a girl witnesses him time-travel.

Johanna Martin is a witty adventurous runner recovering from the tragic loss of her parents. Confused by the dark-faced stranger and what he was doing at the local state park, she is unable to ignore the effects it has had on her.

With his life and reputation at risk, Traveler must choose...Johanna or his life?

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About the Author:
North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.


Thursday, February 15, 2018

Break the Line by Allison Mullinax

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Allison Mullinax who is celebrating the recent release of Break the Line.
Five things about Allison Mullinax
1. I am infatuated with all things space-related. This passion came a little later in life, just ask my high school science teacher. But, it’s true. On any given night, you might find me on my back deck, a glass of wine resting beside my telescope. While in the throes of research for my second novel, When It All Goes Still, I would get lost in quantum physics and quantum entanglement studies. Thus, my passion for the unknowns of the universe was born.

2. I have never read Harry Potter. I watched all of the movies and found them very entertaining. Please don’t hate me. But, I have taken the sorting house quiz and apparently, I’m a Ravenclaw.

3. When I was little, I wanted to be a Storm Chaser. I still kinda do. When the sky would grow dark, I would ride the storm out on our front porch swing, always hoping for the thunder to grow louder and the wind a bit stronger. I’m fascinated by weather and climate.

4. I have five tattoos, but only one of them I like. They are all hidden, except for one on the arch of my foot. I’m not going to tell you what any of them are. Yes, it’s because I’m embarrassed.

5. If I could go anywhere in the world, and do anything right at this very moment, I would choose glacier calving in Alaska. I want to take a boat right up the glacier’s edge, run my fingers across the ice, and then high tail it back to safety. Have you ever watched a video of glacier calving? Go do it. Super cool.

As a pro-fisherman, Benson Howell’s days are spent on murky lake water, reeling in largemouth bass and winning first place trophies. At twenty-nine, life is easy and carefree. His only job is to stay in the top rankings during the fishing circuit, and keep the sponsors happy. That is, until he meets hot tempered, fiery haired Danni-Rose in small-town Alabama. He has never backed down from anything too big to reel in.

Danni-Rose has spent the past six years of her life burying her past. When Benson Howell literally plows his boat right into her life, armed with simmering anger, she fights the current pulling her closer to him. With a past she can’t let go of, and the sexy fisherman breaking down all her walls, Danni-Rose does everything she can to break the line connecting her to Benson.

Will Danni-Rose be able to let go of the past? Can Benson change her mind about him? Or will they both miss the catch of a lifetime?

About the Author:
North Alabama native, Allison Mullinax, grew up in the small lake town of Guntersville, AL. She discovered the escapism and addiction of writing at an early age. Today she remains a lover of reading, all things outdoors, and spending time with her husband and three daughters.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Havana Blues by David Pereda

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The year is 1952 and Ramon Rodriguez’s life as a teenager in fun-loving Havana is filled with typical activities and concerns: girls, education, religion, baseball, parties, and hanging out with friends. The country is enjoying a period of prosperity and happiness--until General Batista stages a coup that topples the government and Ramon’s life is flung into chaos.

In a few short years, the carefree fifties morph into a vicious and repressive dictatorship highlighted by corruption, organized gambling, school closures, student demonstrations, police brutality, and assassinations.

As Ramon experiences the thrills of his first romantic relationship, graduates from school, and struggles to plan for an uncertain future, he is forced to make important decisions that may be dangerous to him, his family, his friends, and his girlfriend – the beautiful Sonia -- and could turn deadly.

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Black Face chomped on his cigar, eyeing Pepe with deliberation. He was big and muscular and mean-looking. Pepe looked frail next to him. ‘Go home, muchacho.’ He finally said. ‘Now. Before you get in trouble.’

‘Is the president really dead?’ I asked. ‘Is it true?’

The fat policeman laughed in my face. He had rotten teeth and bad breath too. He winked at Black Face. ‘Hey, Valdez, did you hear that? This boy wants to know if the president’s dead. How do you like that?’

The black policeman laughed too, as if what Puffy Face had said was the funniest thing in the world, his burly body shaking all over. He coughed, and tears came to his eyes.

‘Is he dead?’ Pepe asked.

The two policemen laughed some more, but not so hard.

Their laughter was running out of steam. Maybe they were getting tired. I realized, suddenly, how scared I really was of them – my heart was pounding hard and my breath was coming in shallow little gasps. It was time to leave. Who cared if the president was dead or not, anyway? We could find that out later.

‘Is he dead?’ Pepe asked again.

‘You sure ask a lot of questions,’ Puffy Face replied with annoyance. ‘No, he ain’t, cabron. Bastard ran away. Scared.’

‘Cabron yourself,’ Pepe said under his breath. ‘Fat ass!’

‘What was that you said?’ Perez scowled at Pepe.

‘Nada, Señor Policia. Nothing!’ Hermes said, walking rapidly toward the other side of the street. ‘He didn’t say nothing.’

Perez watched us with his frog eyes as Joaquin and I struggled to take Pepe away. Black Face chewed on his cigar stump.

‘What these little bastards need is work,’ Perez said. ‘Trabajo.’

‘Trabajo, si.’ Valdez took the cigar out of his mouth and spat again. ‘Put them to work in the sun ten hours a day with a pick and a shovel. That’s what they need. I guarantee you they won’t be so sassy then.’

‘Si,’ Perez said. ‘That’s what they need.’ He laughed. ‘And palos. Una buena partida de palos. Beat the shit out of them with a stick.’

As if to emphasize his words, Perez hit the façade of the school building hard with the butt of his machine gun. ‘And here’s where they learn all that mierda. Right here!’ He banged the wall again. ‘From the curas and their goddamned Catholic schools.’

‘That’s the problem with Cuba, the goddamned curas,’ Valdez said. ‘Fucking priests stick their noses into everything. All they do is create trouble. Look at these kids, asking questions. No respect for authority. Wanting to know who’s the new president.’

‘Si, what the fuck do they care who’s the new president? That’s the fault of the curas,’ Perez said, adding so softly I had to strain to hear him as we rambled away, ‘School and curas. Never liked them and never will.’

Unexpectedly, Black Face screamed something at us. The jumbled words reached my ears with the force of a slapping wind as we hurried down the street. For a moment, I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying and then, finally, I did.

‘It’s Batista, cabrones. You hear me? Batista! That’s the name of your new president. And he’s black too. Like me.’

About the Author:
David Pereda was born in Havana, Cuba. The award-winning author of seven previous novels, he enjoys crafting political thrillers and edgy mainstream novels with unique characters placed in exotic settings. He has traveled to more than thirty countries and speaks four languages. Before devoting his time solely to writing and teaching, David had a successful international consulting career with global giant Booz Allen Hamilton, where he worked with the governments of Mexico, Venezuela, Peru and Qatar, among others.

A member of MENSA, David earned his MBA from Pepperdine University in California. He earned bachelor degrees in English literature and mathematics at the University of South Florida in Tampa.

He lives in artistic Asheville, North Carolina, with his youngest daughter Sophia, where he teaches mathematics and English at the Asheville-Buncombe Community College. He loves sports and is an accomplished competitor in track and show-jumping equestrian events.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Interwoven by Michelle Montebello

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Belle Hamilton is a romantic at heart. She's engaged to the love of her life and dreams of marriage, children and a happily ever after. Belle’s world is close to perfect until one afternoon she makes a decision she can't take back.

In the blink of an eye, Belle’s life spirals out of control. She loses everything that is dear to her and is forced to flee to the other side of the world where she meets Andrea, a local bartender from Rome, and develops an unexpected connection with him.

Can they break through the complications of past hurts and a long-distance relationship to make it work or will one terrifying night in Paris end it before it had a chance to begin?

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The view from the back garden was one of the best of the house. Perched high above the foreshore, it drank in the shimmering blue water, as yachts sailed lazily by and the Sydney Harbour Bridge stood magnificent and arching in the distance.

Mrs Sutton had laid out a lemon cake, a plate of her famous melting moments, and tea and coffee.

Belle took a seat and Grace smiled at Mrs Sutton.

‘We can pour and serve thanks, Beryl.’

Mrs Sutton nodded and retreated to the kitchen.

‘She’s wonderful,’ Grace said, arranging cups and saucers around the table. ‘Especially so when you were young. I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. Your father wasn’t particularly good with babies.’

‘Do they have much to do around the house? I mean, it’s just you and Dad now.’

‘Oh, not really. But I like having them here. I’d be rather lonely without them,’ she said, almost wistfully. ‘Tea or coffee, sweetheart?’

‘Coffee thanks, Mum.’

Edward joined them a few minutes later, scraping back his chair to sit down, and Grace poured him a cup of coffee—black, no sugar. Belle watched him sip, then take a plate, serve himself a slice of cake and take another sip. He was silent, deliberate in his apathy. She fought the urge to shake him as they sat around the table in some strange carbon copy of family life.

‘Edward, Ben was here earlier to see you,’ Grace said, passing Belle a cup of coffee across the table with a wink. ‘It would be nice to hear what he had to say.’

Edward raised his eyebrows at the question. ‘Why doesn’t she ask him herself? He’s her fiancé.’

‘I’ve tried talking to him but he won’t answer my calls,’ Belle explained. ‘Last night, I … I caught him in bed with someone else.’

Grace gasped from across the table. ‘My goodness! Edward?’

‘Yes, yes, I know all the details,’ he said. ‘He’s already told me. And I don’t condone his behaviour but we can’t deny that it’s been coming to this.’

‘Coming to this? What do you mean?’ Belle was confused.

‘He’s been very unhappy.’

‘About what?’

‘Ask him! I’m not getting involved.’

Belle frowned. Not getting involved. Really?

‘You’ve brought this on yourself, I’m afraid,’ Edward said. ‘Gallivanting around with that Alexander girl. She’s a no-good harlot who has far too much time and money on her hands and a reputation at that.’

‘Please let’s not bring Riley into this,’ Grace said, and he grumbled something about the Alexanders into his coffee.

‘Dad, I still don’t understand what’s going on with Ben.’

‘What’s not to understand? Benjamin’s actions speak for themselves. He’s frustrated. He’s had enough.’

‘Of what?’

‘Of not being able to view you as an equal. An ambitious boy like Benjamin needs someone who will challenge him, motivate him. He doesn’t think you’re capable of that.’

‘So he climbs into bed with someone else?’

‘He handled it badly. Everyone makes mistakes.’

Belle scoffed.

‘You can’t blame him for wanting to better himself.’

‘I don’t blame him for that.’

‘The girl he’s met is from a prominent family. They’ll open all kinds of doors for young Benjamin.’

‘You mean the girl I caught him with?’

‘Yes. And I know her father personally. He’s an impressive man.’

Belle fell silent as she stared across the harbour. It was hard to believe they were talking about the same Ben. Her Ben.

‘If you’d studied law like I told you to, if you’d listened to all the advice I’d been giving you over the years, maybe you would’ve had more in common with him. Maybe you would’ve been able to keep up.’

Belle cast her eyes down at her coffee. ‘So what you’re really saying is I’m not good enough for him.’

Edward sniffed an unspoken confirmation.

‘Edward, you’re being unfair,’ Grace interjected. ‘Belle’s not the one who cheated here.’

‘I’m just telling you what he told me.’

‘Did he say anything else, Dad? Did he say if the wedding was off?’

Edward drained the last of his coffee, looking amused at her question. ‘You caught your fiancé being indiscreet. Wouldn’t you say the wedding was off?’ He dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin and rose from his chair with a huff. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me, between you and Benjamin, I’ve gotten absolutely no work done today.’

He turned and marched back inside to his office, leaving Belle and Grace to stare at each other in mute discombobulation.

About the Author:
Michelle Montebello was born and raised in Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her husband and two young children. She has always had a passion for reading, writing and the dramatic arts and she spent most of her childhood immersed in books, writing stories and performing in plays.

She has worked full-time in the corporate sector since 1998. It wasn't until she completed a writing course with James Patterson that she was inspired to write and publish her first novel, Interwoven, in 2017.

In addition to her writing, she also has a passion for travel and loves to combine her two favourite things - creative writing and travelling - to create vibrant worlds for her characters to explore.

When this busy mum is not working, chasing little ones or searching under beds for monsters, she can be found reading, writing or plotting her next story.

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Friday, February 9, 2018

One Night in Havana by Kathleen Rowland

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A desperate competition and sizzling attraction leads to dangerous desire.

New York Marine biologist Veronica “Roni” Keane is attending the Havana Bay Conference in Cuba. Tomorrow only one grant will be awarded which will provide the winner with professional recognition, resources for a project, and living expenses for two years. She hopes to continue her deceased father’s work, but smooth operator, Carlos Montoya, has won many grants in the past.

Carlos, a freelancer for the Havana Port Authority, works to help protect Havana’s reputation as a bastion of safety. As international travelers flock to the island, attracted by its 1950’s time-warp and colonial architecture, the drug business is running rampant, particularly on Roni’s cruise ship. Something’s not right, and when her scuba tanks are tampered with, Carlos brings in the military police to investigate. For her safety, he keeps her close, but he craves her body.

Their attraction leads to a fun night with a bit of kink. But Roni finds herself in more trouble than she bargained for when the criminals blame her for alerting the military police and come looking for her. Can Roni trust Carlos to protect her? Will she stay in Havana if Carlos wins the coveted grant, or kiss her lover goodbye?

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Through binoculars, Carlos Montoya had been watching Veronica when she’d had a conversation with a security guard from the cruise ship in question. As a part-time Cuban border enforcer, he was aware of all of the different ways dirt-bags smuggled crap into and out of Cuba. He worked this job to stop them.

Something made her nervous. Now onboard, he'd smothered a smile when she watched the action heat up across the water. Time for a bit of fun. She was a fish out of water when it came to drug transport via cruise ships.

He had his eyes where hers were, on tonight's final loading of drugs across the channel. Some shady characters he'd encountered through the past few years made regular nocturnal visits. Each night, a variety of activities took place with a procession of scantily clad women. Not that he'd get an opportunity to try them out. He was stuck here on his boat until he nabbed the bad dudes. When this stint ended, he'd catch up with his grandmother’s tenant, a woman with an edgy, artsy vibe that suited her business of running a hair salon. If she weren’t available, he'd find a pretty vacationer looking for fun. Too bad Veronica would be heading home in twenty-four hours.

Tonight's boredom had disappeared when his competitor in the black silk dress had dropped in and inched along to the back of his boat.

Carlos had stood inside and watched from the hatch as she leaned against the side of the cabin so close to the hatch, he could have reached out and touched her with a hand. Sometimes people under the influence stepped onto the wrong boat. There were plenty of drugs if someone knew basic operations.. This wasn't the case. She made her way to the back of his boat with purpose. She sat her adorable ass on an old life jacket for a perfect vantage point.

About the Author:
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with an erotic love story sure to melt their hearts. Her latest release is One Night in Havana, #34 in the City Nights series.

Kathleen also has a steamy romantic suspense series with Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling stories.

Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy news, sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter at

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