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Spotlight – You’ve Got Plaid

08 Tuesday Jun 2021

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Eliza Knight, You've Got Plaid

This Highlander is determined to help his enemy’s daughter get safely home, even if it means his own defeat…

*****

You’ve Got Plaid

by Eliza Knight

Publication Date: 5/25/2021

Blurb:

Brogan Grant, a Jacobite soldier and bastard son of the Chief, fought savagely on the battlefield and barely escaped capture. On the run for his life, Brogan comes across what he thinks is a spyβ€”a very bonny lass disguised as a lad, who happens to be the daughter of his clan’s enemy. He admires her bravery, but he knows what can happen to a woman alone in a war-ravaged land.Β 

Lady Fiona MacBean is determined to do her part to ensure there is a Scottish king. Disguised as a healer, she delivers coded messages to rebels throughout the Highlands. There’s only one thing impeding her missionβ€”a striking Highlander who’s determined to send her home.Β 

Unfortunately, Fiona will not be deterred, no matter what the sexy Scot says. Left with little choice, Brogan agrees to join her mission if she agrees to return home when it’s over. Now the two must work together and risk everything to save the life of Bonnie Prince Charlie himself. If only their hearts weren’t at risk as well…

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2K9yKQoΒ 

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*****

Excerpt:

MacBeanΒ LandsΒ 

Highlands, ScotlandΒ 

Summer 1725Β 

β€œWhat are ye doing?” 

FionaΒ MacBean, second of four children born to ChiefΒ MacBeanΒ and his stronghearted bride, turned around to see her three siblings standing obstinately in a line, hands on hips, feet tapping.Β 

Her elder brother had a knowing smirk on his face, as though he’d caught her red-handed. Her younger brother, Ian, was emulating Gus to a T, and sweet Leanna, the youngest of the brood, waggled her brows at Fiona in a way that meant she had a secret and was having a hard time keeping it in.Β 

Fiona pulled her hands away from the gap in the tree and tried to clear her expression of anything other than annoyance.Β 

β€œI’m just looking for eggs in a quail’s nest.” 

β€œNay, ye were no’. Just tell us what ye found.” Gus narrowed his eyes, the same way their father often did.Β 

β€œI told ye, the squirrel ran up the tree. He was running in a circle just here.” Fiona zigzagged in front of the tree, and then hurried behind it before coming around the front and pretending to scurry up the bark.Β 

β€œWe know what ye do when ye come out to the woods,” Ian said, looking up at Gus for approval.Β 

β€œAye, we know,” Leanna added, not wanting to be left out.Β 

Fiona crossed her arms and scowled. β€œThe lot of ye are a bunch of storytellers.” 

β€œOch, who’s telling stories now?” Gus said, taking a step forward.Β 

Fiona clenched her hands, forgetting she held the slip of paper that had been folded neatly and shoved into the nook in the tree.Β 

β€œWho’s it from?” Ian asked.Β 

β€œRead it to us,” Leanna added.Β 

β€œHand it over. If yeΒ dinna, we’ll only be forced to take it from ye.” Gus held out his hand.Β 

At twelve years old herself, Fiona didn’t often take orders from her brother, born just shy of eleven months before her. But if he were threatening to tackle her to the ground, that was something entirely different. Gus was bigger than her, having just shot up another four inches in the past summer. But she was faster… 

Fiona took off at a run.Β 

As a little girl, she’d spent a great deal of time running through the forest, her feet slipping on leaves, boots catching on roots. She’d hidden in the hollows of trees, leapt over fallen oaks, slid down embankments. There was no nook or cranny in the forest she’d not claimed as her own. And as much as her siblings tried to find her in every single one, they were not always successful.Β 

Her father didn’t like her traipsing off alone in the forest, especially not with the uprising. The damned loyalists, who she assumed were the English when he said it, had been a nuisance to all their hides for as long as she could remember.Β 

Fiona had been born just a couple of years before the first Jacobite rising in 1715, and in fact, on her second birthday, her da had been away meeting with a war council along with other prominentΒ Scots and titled men from England. Had fought beside old King James, and proudly showed his battle scars whenever he was a bit too deep in his cups. He’d been a sprite man of about twenty-five back then. There’d been a few more battles since, but none won, as yet. That didn’t mean they were going to give up.Β 

Every year, Fiona went with her father to a secret meeting of the lairds and earls and other warriors to discuss their latest plans. They thought she was off gallivanting with her friends and siblings, not paying attention. Which she mostly was, but she was also very good at spying, and so the children often had her listen in on the talks, then bring back the news of what she’d learned.Β 

There was one particular lad who seemed keen on her skills. His name was Aeneas but he asked her to call himΒ Aes, and he had a smile that could melt the heart of even a lass who spent more time than not irritated with lads, namely her brothers.Β 

He’d caught her one of the days listening in on an important conversation.Β 

She didn’t see him in the hall with any of the other children, nor did she see him accompany any of the lairds.Β AesΒ was just as much a mystery to her as anyone else.Β 

When she talked with her friends Jenny and Annie about him, they couldn’t figure out whoΒ AesΒ was, either, so they spent their days and evenings searching out the boy with the soot-colored hair and a mischievous grin. But he only seemed to show up when Fiona least expected it, and when her friends weren’t around, to prove he wasn’t a ghost.Β 

Every year she sawΒ Aes, and their fondness for each other grew. Just this past spring, he’d told her he didn’t want to wait until next year to see her again. Fiona suggested he write to her instead, to which he wrinkled his nose. If he was writing her letters, her father would want to know who he was, and he’d want to read them.Β 

Fiona had asked what was wrong with her da knowing whoΒ AesΒ was, but he said it was best no one knew, so they’d sketched a map of the wood surrounding her family’s small lands, and she’d drawn an X on the spot where there was a tree with a secret nook that she often hid pretty rocks in. IfΒ AesΒ could find it and leave her letters there, their friendship was meant to be.Β 

She’d been checking that tree for months, and today was the first time she’d found anythingβ€”a piece of folded paper, and she’d be damned if she was going to let one of her sticky-fingered siblings get their hands on it.Β 

Excerpted from You’ve Got Plaid by Eliza Knight.
Β© 2021 by Eliza Knight. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

*****

Author Info:

ELIZA KNIGHT is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling author of over fifty sizzling historical romances. While not reading, writing, or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping, and visiting with family and friends.

*****

Giveaway:

2 sets of May releases
(Wreckless, Undercover Wolf, You’ve Got Plaid, Cowboy Fire, High Country Justice)

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Spotlight – Come Midnight

02 Wednesday Jun 2021

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Come Midnight, Kat Martin, Maximum Security series

I’m always thrilled to host Kat Martin when she has a new book to share.

*****

MAKING YOUR STORY BELIEVABLE

Over the years, I’ve found one of the best ways to make your story believable is to use real places to locate the action and real names of restaurants and streets.Β  Actually going there, of course, is the best way to make that happen.Β Β 

In my new novella, COME MIDNIGHT, Breanna Winters, seated on an airliner next to a good-looking man in an expensive suit, finds herself kidnapped by Honduran terrorists.Β  She doesn’t expect Derek Stiles, a corporate executive, to put his life at risk by volunteering to go along when Bree is dragged from the plane and marched into the jungle.

Unfortunately, I have never been to the jungle in Honduras or any jungle for that matter, aside from a brief visit to a tropical rain forest in Brazil and a stop in Belize.Β Β 

So for this story, I didn’t go to Honduras, but I did do extensive research, and it wasn’t the first time.Β  Beginning with with an old historical, SAVANNAH HEAT, set in the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico and more recently, THE CONSPIRACY, which travels from the Caribbean to Columbia, I’ve learned a lot about life in the jungle–and it is far from easy.

In the novella, the good news is Derek Stiles is a former Navy fighter pilot with extensive survival training who has spent time in the jungle before.Β  Still, it’s soon clear they’ll need to depend on each other if they’re going to survive.Β 

I hope you will give COME MIDNIGHT a try and that you will look for Derek again in my full-length novel, THE PERFECT MURDER, out June 22nd, the last book in my Maximum Security Series

Till next time, all best wishes and happy reading, Kat

*****

Come MidnightΒ 

Maximum Security series

by Kat Martin

Blurb:

A routine flight turns into a suspenseful race through the remote jungles of Honduras
Β 
When strangers Breanna Winters and Derek Stiles met on a flight to Colombia, they never imagined they would need to rely on each other for survival. Taken hostage by a group of radical environmental vigilantes, Bree worries her secret identity has been discoveredβ€”and her fears are confirmed when she learns a ransom request has been sent to her father. Though she’s the daughter of a prominent tech mogul, Bree’s wealth can’t guarantee her safety, so former Navy fighter pilot Derek pretends to be her fiancΓ© in order to accompany her on a dangerous jungle trek led by the radicals. With chemistry building between the pair, a romance isn’t hard to fake, though they can’t let their attraction distract them. If Bree and Derek ever want to see civilization again, they’ll have to work together and rely on their wits to escape their captors.

Amazon –Β https://www.amazon.com/Come-Midnight-Maximum-Security-Martin-ebook/dp/B08HJGPVLJ

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*****

Excerpt:

The sound of a baby’s high-pitched, incessant crying put his teeth on edge.Β  Derek Stiles forced himself to relax as he settled back in his wide business class seat.Β  The airplane engines hummed outside the window, dulling the noise a little, but the crying only grew louder.Β 

Derek silently cursed.Β  His trip to Colombia had already gotten off to a rocky start when a meeting in the Houston office of Garrett Resources, where he worked as VP of Mergers and Acquisitions, ran overtime and he’d missed his non-stop flight.Β  Now he’d be landing in El Salvador, laying over a couple of hours before changing planes and continuing on to Bogota, not getting to his hotel until well after dark.

He pulled out his laptop and set it on the fold-down table in front of him.Β  He usually worked on a flight.Β  He always had plenty to do, but he’d been staying up late every night so he also needed some sleep.Β  It was important to be at the top of his game first thing in the morning.Β 

The baby’s cries grew louder and his nerves revved up.Β  He hadn’t really noticed the woman sitting in the seat beside him until she stood up and turned toward mother and child in the row behind him.Β Β 

She jangled her car keys over the back of the seat and smiled.Β  β€œLook, baby.Β  Look at these.Β  I bet you’d like to play with these, wouldn’t you?”  The baby’s crying slowed, turned to whimpers, then sniffles, then stopped altogether.Β  Glancing over his shoulder, Derek watched a little girl bundled in pink, maybe a year old, reach up for the car keys.

β€œI never thought of that,” the mother said, sounding desperate and making him feel guilty.Β  He didn’t have kids but he could imagine how tough it would be to take a child on an international flight.

The mom, a black-haired woman in her mid-twenties, took out her own set of keys and held them up, but the baby ignored them, fascinated by the glittering heart on the end of the other keychain dangling in front of her.

β€œI hate to ask you this,” the mother said, β€œbut is it all right if Sophie plays with your keys for a while?”

β€œAbsolutely,” his seatmate said.Β  She was pretty, he realized, with long blond hair and big blue eyes.Β  A little above average height, slender but curvy in all the right places.Β  β€œOnce we’re in the air,” she continued, β€œif you want me to hold her, give you a little break, I’d be happy to.” 

The mother’s smile held relief mixed with gratitude.Β  β€œI might just take you up on that.Β  My name is Carmen, by the way.”

β€œBreanna.”  Her smile went even brighter and Derek felt an unexpected kick.Β  He was usually able to leave his libido behind when he was away on business.Β Β 

β€œYou have a darling baby,” Breanna said.

Carmen smiled.Β  β€œThank you.”

The flight attendant urged Breanna to sit back down so the flight could get underway, and the engines roared, preparing for take-off.

β€œSo I guess you’re a mom,” Derek heard himself saying, though he made it a habit not to talk on a flight.Β  He always had too much to do.Β 

Breanna shifted toward him.Β  β€œI’d love to have children someday, but I’m not a mother yet.Β  I work with kids so I know a few tricks.”

β€œWhat kind of work do you do?” 

β€œI’m with a non-profit called Shelter the Children.Β  Abrego Los Ninos in Spanish.Β  We support an orphanage in a little village outside San Salvador.Β  That’s where I’m headed.”   

He smiled and held out a hand.Β  β€œDerek Stiles.Β  I know your name is Breanna.”

β€œYes.Β  Everyone just calls me Bree.”

They were an hour out of San Salvador International Airport when Derek noticed a commotion at the rear of the cabin.Β Β 

Then the curtain behind the business class section jerked open and a lean, black-haired man stood in the aisle.Β  Derek’s blood ran cold when he noticed the assault rifle strapped across the intruder’s chest.Β Β 

*****

Author Info:

New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KatMartinAuthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/katmartinauthor

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55231252-come-midnight?

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/KatMartinAuthor

Website:Β https://www.katmartin.com/

*****

Giveaway:

Be sure to enter Kat’s monthly contest!

https://www.katmartin.com/monthly-contest/

~

 

 

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Spotlight – Wreckless

28 Friday May 2021

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Katie Golding, Moto Grand Prix #2, Wreckless

Readers are finding Golding’s newest very, very hard to put down!

*****

Wreckless

Moto Grand Prix #2

by Katie Golding

Publication Date: 5/25/2021

Blurb:

She is my rival. My Tigrotta. My dearest enemy…and the greatest love of my life. But this, I can never let her know.

I’ve spent years as a professional motorcycle racer vying to prove myself to the world, even as I fought to save my family from the clutches of a man who would like nothing more than to see me fail. He’s not the only one. My Lorinaβ€”America’s Sweetheart Lorelai Hargroveβ€”would also like me to eat her dust.

But this is the game we play. She pretends she hates me, and I wind her up as I pretend she’s not all I think about. And yet after a deadly wreck, her confidence is so shaken, my Lorina needs me to stop being her favorite enemy and remind her there is a tiger within who will do anything to win. That I want to spend the rest of my life chasing her to that finish line again and again and again.

If only the battle to make it to the podium didn’t cost us everything our hearts desire.

Amazon: https://amzn.to/37MOBwqΒ 

B&N: https://bit.ly/3c97qKzΒ 

Apple: https://apple.co/2M0y1ieΒ 

Kobo: https://bit.ly/3nc0cwfΒ 

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*****

Excerpt:

β€œMore! Harder!” 

Massimo pants out a raspy groan that brings me endless satisfaction, his sharply defined arm muscles glistening with sweat. My back arches at the next hit, my hips bowing to pure power, and I cry out with all the air in my lungs, harnessing my stamina and endurance and focusing only on the sweet release of victory.Β 

β€œMore!” 

β€œBasta! Enough, Lorina!” 

Frank chuckles from where he’s standing guard over us in my home gym, placing another sandbag on each of our lower backsβ€”the fifth since we’ve started doing weighted planks. Massimo’s roar on the gym floor next to me grows louder, fire burning through my abs and singeing its way through my arms and legs.Β 

β€œCome on, Peanut!” my dad cheers me on. β€œYou almost got him. He’s shaking! He’s about to drop!” 

β€œGet those hips up, Lori,” Frank counters. β€œGood job, Massimo. Nice form.” 

I grit my teeth through the growl tearing its way up my throat, glancing at Massimo next to me. His hands are fisted so tight, his knuckles are white, the bump of his bicep and triceps and deltoids trembling above his elbows. The scythe on his ribs bleeds a fresh drop of sweat as he strains to keep his hips up from the floor, a stack of sandbags covering the Madonna on his back.Β 

I look away from temptation incarnate, focusing on the row of my promo posters hung on the gym wall. Massive images of me in all my different leathers over the years, flags and banners strung from the ceiling. I duck my head under another groan, determined to remember I’m home to heal and get better.Β 

Me first. Career first. Just like Mama taught me.Β 

Even if she no longer agrees.Β 

β€œMore!” I shout.Β 

Massimo barks out something in Italian as my father puts another bag on his back, looking a littleΒ tooΒ happy about the painful noise Massimo is making. My mother, however, totally tried to set him up to stay in my room, which he super awkwardly had to decline because no, we’re not sleeping together.Β 

Yet.Β 

The weighted bag I called for hits my back, my core screaming as my hips sink, and I am an idiot for pushing us this far. But he’s been acting like a child all day: exercise after exercise, circuit after circuit, he won’t stop daring me into seeing who is stronger. And even though I’ve kicked his ass the whole way through, he still won’t give up.Β 

β€œMore,” Massimo growls, sneering at me while Frank places another bag on my spine.Β 

A strained yell pours from my lungs. β€œDick!” 

β€œLorelai,” my father rumbles, placing another bag on Massimo’s back.Β 

β€œNo more,” Frank announces. β€œY’all areΒ gonnaΒ end up hurting each other before—” 

Massimo collapses almost the moment I do, but he gave out first. Sucker.Β 

β€œGood job, Lori,” Frank says, already sweeping the bags off my back. A pocket of air rushes into my lungs, andΒ holy hell, those were heavy. I am so going to regret this tomorrow. β€œWay to tough it out.” 

β€œThat was ridiculous,” Massimo pants out, rolling over to catch his breath. My father extends his hand, helping him to his feet.Β 

β€œYou’re just saying that ’causeΒ you lost.” I push myself to standing, sweat trickling down my back and flooding the bottom of my sports bra and the waist of my leggings. I take a towel from Frank, wiping off my face and the back of my neck. I finish in time to see Massimo squirting a stream of water into his mouth, his whole upper body swelling and sinking with every breath, and it only exaggerates how freaking cut his hips are.Β 

God, I’m totally going to end up sleeping with him. If I don’t, it’ll be a miracle.Β 

β€œI did not lose.” He shakes out his hair before running his hand through it. β€œI made the decision that it was not worth it to keep going. I putΒ meΒ first.” 

I scoff, taking a drink from my own water bottle. β€œSays the loser.” 

My dad chuckles from where he’s finished helping Frank clean up the sandbags, bumping his shoulder. β€œIs it weird that I want to put them in a boxing ring and let them go at each other?” 

Frank stares down my father. β€œYes.” Then he looks to me and Massimo, clapping his hands in the signal for more torture to come. β€œOkay, tough guys. Since you’re still more concerned with outdoing each other than focusing on your workouts, time for jump ropes.” 

β€œUgh,” Massimo complains, toweling off his chest. β€œI am not the one distracted. Lorina can hop. She is the one who cannot—” 

β€œTell you what,” Frank interrupts in his I-am-so-over-this-shitΒ voice he uses on Mason. I take another sip of water, waiting for the smackdown. β€œConsidering I am under specific instructions from Vinicio to run your ass into the ground and keep you focused on Brno while you’re here? Five miles, now, or it becomes ten.” 

Massimo glares at my manager, then points at me. β€œSee what you have done?” 

I shrug innocently with a grinΒ so big,Β my face feels cracked in half. β€œNope.” 

Excerpted from Wreckless by Katie Golding.
Β© 2021 by Katie Golding. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

*****

Author Info:

Katie Golding is a sports fan with a writing problem. Based in Austin, TX, she publishes contemporary romance novels with the support of her loving husband and son. She is currently at work on her next romance novel, unless she’s tweeting about it.

*****

Giveaway:

2 sets of May releases
(Wreckless, Undercover Wolf, You’ve Got Plaid, Cowboy Fire, High Country Justice)

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/54ca7af71080/

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Spotlight – Undercover Wolf

26 Wednesday May 2021

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Paige Tyler, STAT: Special Threat Assessment Team #2, Undercover Wolf

Paige Tyler is a name to know in paranormal military/law enforcement romances.

*****

Undercover Wolf

STAT: Special Threat Assessment Team #2

by Paige Tyler

Publication Date: 5/25/2021

Blurb:

When these two agents are under fire, they’ll have to reconsider everything they know…

Werewolf Harley Grant isn’t exactly comfortable with her inner wolf. Even though she’s on a STAT team where she can use her abilities openly, she refuses to do so, putting herselfβ€”and sometimes her teammatesβ€”at risk.

Alpha werewolf Sawyer Bishop would give anything for his MI6 team to know about his inner wolf, but his teammates are mistrustful of anyone or anything with inhuman abilities. When he meets Harley on an overlapping case and realizes she’s a fellow wolf, he’s more than a little intrigued.

Now that STAT and MI6 have to team up to stop a crew of supernatural bad guys intent on causing a nuclear meltdown, Harley can no longer deny her wolf and Sawyer can no longer hide his. As they grow closer to resolving the case and grow closer to each other, they discover things aren’t what they seem and revenge could cost them their lives.

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2RUSCdZΒ 

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Apple: https://apple.co/2QNP3FGΒ 

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*****

Excerpt:

Harley caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of her eye that made her snap her head around, but she didn’t see anyone.Β SureΒ she’d seen something, she skirted the outside of the dance floor in that direction. She was starting to question herself again when she spotted a tall, attractive guy with broad shoulders, casually disheveled brown hair, and scruff on his square jaw. He was circling the dancers on the floor in much the same way Harley was but in the opposite direction, keeping pace with her so they stayed exactly opposite each other.Β 

Yeah, like that’s a coincidence.Β 

A little voice in the back of her head told her to get on the radio and call Caleb and the rest of her teammates, but she ignored it, too mesmerized by the handsome man across the room from her. Every few seconds, piercing blue eyes locked with hers, making something inside herβ€”maybe her inner wolfβ€”feel a sensation she didn’t recognize.Β 

Even if she hadn’t picked up on the scent, Harley would have known he was a werewolf from the graceful, animalistic way he moved.Β 

He was a predator, no doubt about it.Β 

Was he a kidnapper as well?Β 

She wanted to say he’d never do anything like that, which was an asinine thing to consider about a man she’d never met.Β 

Tired of stalking in circles, Harley stopped, turning carefully to keep her eyes on the big werewolf as he moved closer. She wasn’t sure, but for a brief moment, she thought she caught sight of what might have been a smile tugging at his sensuous mouth. The other werewolfβ€”anΒ 
alpha most definitelyβ€”strode past the last few people separating them and came to a halt a few feet away. Harley couldn’t ignore that the man in front of her was possibly the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen.Β 

Which pretty much guaranteed he was one of the bad guys.Β 

Because that was how her luck worked out when it came toΒ theβ€― oppositeΒ sex.Β 

Harley took a single step forward and felt a tingle in her stomachΒ 
when he did the same, that dangerous smile showing up again. She took another fewΒ stepsΒ toward him when his head whipped to the side. She looked that way, too, trying to see what had attracted his attention, and caught sight of two men slipping behind a black velvet curtain covering a section of the far wall. The second guy cast a furtive glance over his shoulder before disappearing.Β 

That isn’t suspicious at all.Β 

She turned back to the alpha werewolf, but he was already stridingΒ 
in that direction. She quickly followed, knowing she should call the rest of the team, but once again, her instincts insisted she hold off. By the time she slipped behind the curtain, all she saw was another set of stairs. The mysterious werewolf was nowhere to be found.Β 

She paused long enough to slide a hand under her dress and pull the small frame Glock 9mm from the tiny holster strapped to her upper thigh, chambering a round as she startedΒ down the steps, rather proud of how comfortably she handled a loaded weapon. Considering that before joining STAT she’d never even held a gun, she thought she was doing rather well.Β 

From down below, she heard the rhythmic sound of rapid footstepsΒ along with the soft murmur of voices but no music or partying people or anything else to make her think this was a part of the dance club open to the public. Whatever the hell those two guys had come down here for, it probably wasn’t on the up-and-up.Β 

Lit only by three low-watt bulbs mounted in cobweb-covered fixtures hanging from the rough stone ceiling, the room at the bottom of the steps was filled with crates, racks of empty bottles, and bags of trash. The dim glow was barely enough to throw shadows, but Harley didn’t need a lot of light to see the werewolf standing a few feet away, his broad back to her, a pistol down at his side.Β 

β€œYou always bring a gun when you go to a nightclub?” he asked without looking at her.Β 

His voice was as deep as she’d imagined it would be, a little rough with a hint of a British accent, like he’d traveled extensively for much of his life and lost a bit of the distinctive sound over time.Β 

β€œA girl has to be careful these days,” Harley said, smiling even though she was standing in the middle of a filthy storage room twenty feet underground with an alpha werewolf who’d probably lured her down here with kidnapping in mindβ€”or worse. β€œI’ve heard big cities can be dangerous.” 

The man turned to look at her, blue eyes piercing even in the dimness as they slid up and down her body. β€œIf you think it might be dangerous, why come to Paris? And all the way fromΒ America, ifΒ I’m not mistaking the accent.” 

The Brit’s perfectly sculpted nose lifted a little, his nostrils flaringΒ 
the slightest bit, like he was trying to take in a scent he found tantalizing. Harley knew he was picking up her pheromones and couldn’t help wondering what she smelled like to him.Β 

Did he like her scent?Β 

Did she care if he did?Β 

β€œYou know the song β€˜Girls Just Want to Have Fun,’ right?” She approached him slowly, glancing around and trying to figure out where the other two men had gone. β€œMaybe visiting potentially dangerous places is how I have fun.” 

β€œStrange hobby,” he said, his voice dropping down an octave to practically make her tummy vibrate…as well as regions a bit farther south. β€œI prefer reading, but whatever. You do you.” 

Harley lifted a brow, lowering her gun to a safe position. β€œIs that what you’re doing down in this dank, dark room?” She stepped to the side a little, making him circle to the right as they resumed the little dance they’d done upstairs. β€œLooking for a good book?” 

He snorted, coming to a stop again a few feet away. β€œWe both know that’s not what I’m doing down hereΒ any moreΒ than you’re here looking for some fun. So, as entertaining as this banter is, I think it’s time we get on with what really brought us here.” 

Harley was almost disappointed but knew the man was right. While she’d enjoyed their verbal jousting, she was here for more important things.Β 

Excerpted from Undercover Wolf by Paige Tyler.
Β© 2021 by Paige Tyler. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

*****

Author Info:

Paige Tyler is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy, romantic fiction. Paige writes books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines they fall in love with. She lives with her very own military hero (a.k.a. her husband) and their adorable dog on the beautiful Florida coast.

*****

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Review – Each & Every Summer

25 Tuesday May 2021

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Book Review, Each & Every Summer, L A Tavares

If given an opportunity to connect with your first love again, would you do it?

*****

Each and Every Summer

by L A Tavares

General Release Date: 25th May 2021

Word Count: 76,038

Book Length: SUPER NOVEL

Pages: 297

GENRES: CHICK LIT,Β CONTEMPORARY,Β ROMANCE,Β SWEET ROMANCE

Blurb:

Time heals some wounds.

The first time Lyla Savoie Kenney found loveβ€”boundless, passionate loveβ€”it wasn’t with a person but a place. She found deep-rooted endearment there, and in keeping with tradition, it caused her first real heartbreak too.

Lyla grew up on the beaches at Begoa’s Point, a campground she and her father visited each summer for seventeen years. She spent each non-summer month counting down the days until she could return, until going back was no longer an option. Begoa’s Point closed with no explanation.

Fifteen years later, now a widowed mother with a child of her own, Begoa’s Point is reopening its doors. Lyla is surprised when she is abruptly moved off the waiting list and given a reservation at the camp, but even more surprising is what she finds when she arrives.

Weston Accardi, the first boy Lyla ever gave her heart to, is the proud new owner of the Begoa’s property. He has changedβ€”and not just because a prosthetic leg now exists where a natural limb once did. He is no longer the carefree rebel he used to be but has grown into a responsible businessman.

Their past, however, refuses to remain such, cycling back to smother the fire they’ve tried so hard to rebuild since her arrival to the reopened campground.

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57628379-each-and-every-summer

*****

Excerpt:

The campground was quiet. Not silent, but quiet. Silence on the grounds was a rarity. Birds chirped and critters snapped twigs and crunched leaves as they ran through the abundant foliage, sounding off their small, happy-to-be-out-of-hibernation squeaks. The fire Weston Accardi kept lit continuously, day and night, crackled and popped as it chewed into the pieces of wood he fed it.

Soon the soundtrack of the campground would transform from its current nature-inspired sounds to a blend of noises that belonged to the incoming camping families. Children would run and play, shrieking at decibels specific to summertime. Their laughter and yells would echo through the plush pine trees as parents unpacked the camping gear and essentials from the overloaded trucks to prepare the site that they would call home for the duration of their stay. Musicβ€”both played through Bluetooth speakers and strummed on old guitarsβ€”would travel from the dirt driveways beneath each RV and become one with cloudless blue sky above.

Each currently bare site would have a tent or RV secured on it, and every available rental trailer or cottage would have people occupying them. Every single one, Weston thought as he thumbed through countless pages of reservations. He’d requested the bookings be printed and delivered to the site he’d claimed as β€˜The Owner’s Headquarters’ during the off-season renovations. The rest of the employees had WiFi access within the offices and laptops or tablets to view the information and spreadsheets, but Weston found nostalgic peace of mind by holding the printed reservations in his hand the exact way his father before him had done while sitting in the very same chair. A half-grin slid onto Weston’s cheeks. He was pleased with the turnout of reservations for the grand reopening of Begoa’s Point Family Campground. His father would have been too, had he been alive to see it.

Weston tucked the most recent reservation listings into the worn-out openings of the accordion-style folder and tossed it inside the door of his RV, which was situated in a wooded area well away from the hustle and bustle of the main grounds. When his parents had owned the campground more than fifteen years before, they had chosen a site at the center of the grounds directly within earshot of anything and everything going on within their property’s perimeter. They’d preferred it that wayβ€”involved, hands-on. In many ways, Weston liked that too, maintaining full control, but when the sun went down, he preferred a hushed space to retreat to in order to separate himself from his work and enjoy the serene nature that surrounded him.

β€œAchilles.” Weston followed the call with a quick, wet-lipped whistle and a pat of his palm against the thigh of his cargo shorts. He grabbed a leather leash from the picnic table with a clink as the metal clasp sounded against the tabletop. The dog’s ears perked up like antennas receiving a signal. His tail picked up speed, wagging in long, swift motions that swept the sand off the patio mat that covered the land just outside the RV. β€œWant to go on a run?”

The dog leaped from the shaded dirt area he could usually be found inβ€”a spot he’d claimed to hide away in from Maine’s hot summer rays. He darted toward his owner and pushed his large head into Weston’s hips with a force that almost knocked him over.

β€œI’ll take that as a yes.” Weston used his palm to ruffle the fur between the German Shepherd’s ears. Achilles bounded around in circles with an impressive agility comparable to that of a show dog. With his energy and antics, no one would guess he was missing part of his hind leg. Then again, like pup, like owner. Most people hardly noticed that Weston was an amputee as well. He was a man who ran multiple miles per day, every day, with his dog stuck to his side. He walked all over the campground and was hardly ever seen in a golf cart unless there was an emergency that he needed to handle sooner rather than later. He maneuvered around using his left leg prosthetic as if it were his own natural limb.

Weston stretched out his back and his existing leg before clipping the dog’s leash around his waist. The dog usually ran free, but the leash stayed on Weston’s person in case the need arose for him to use it. Weston took off down the winding dirt path into a long trail of cookie-cutter cottagesβ€”empty now but soon to be filled with families ready to embark on their summer camping adventures. There would be some newcomers, but most of the reservation list was composed of returning families from his parents’ time of owning and operating the same campground prior to its untimely closure.

He and Achilles ran uphill, turning a corner to jog past the recently updated tennis and basketball courts, as well as a newly renovated shower and bath house. A custodial worker waved as Weston came around the bend of the road and jogged past.

β€œGood morning, Larry!” Weston called. Larry tipped his hat in Weston’s direction. Weston had made it a point to learn the name of every employeeβ€”a rule of his father’s that he’d inherited and valued. He continued his journey down the pathway toward the beachfront bar and restaurant, stopping where Mark Jenson was readying the place for the upcoming grand reopening. The outdoor bar itself was a new addition, built while the cabins and sites were being remodeled, but Mark was an original employee. A longtime friend of Weston’s father, Mark had run the bar and restaurant during Begoa’s Point’s first run and had agreed to come back to manage the new facility.

β€œMorning, boss.” Mark moved large boxes of glasses from the ground to the bar top as the sun beat down on the tiki-themed hut while he worked. He wiped his brow on his forearm. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his skin at his chest and back. β€œWhat are we having today?”

β€œThe usual will be fine.” Weston slowed and came to a full stop. Achilles followed suit, coming to a halt, then lying down in the small bit of shade the bar provided.

Mark grabbed a silver bowl from a below-bar cabinet and filled it with water before stepping out from the service area and coming around the bar to serve it to Begoa’s Point’s most prominent VIP. Mark stayed on one knee for a moment, scratching below the dog’s chin. Achilles stood and started lapping water from the bowl, leaving more water on the ground in a messy puddle than he’d swallowed.

Mark returned to his position behind the counter, filled a cup with ice and water and slid it across the bar into Weston’s hand.

β€œWhere are you headed to today?” Mark leaned into the bar.

β€œAll over the grounds, I think. The usual path.” Weston paused to take a sip of the ice-cold water. β€œAt least as far as the marina. I just want to make sure everything is ready to go for the opening.”

β€œThat’s what you said yesterday.” Mark raised an eyebrow. β€œThen again, it’s what you will probably say tomorrow and the day after that too.”

β€œI like to be prepared.” Weston sent his now-empty plastic cup back across the bar.

β€œYou will be. You are your father’s son, after all. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Weston looked at Mark, analyzing the new lines that sank into his skin, but other than a few signs of aging, Mark looked almost the same as he had when Weston’s parents had owned the campground before its closure, leaving Mark and many others without a job.

β€œThank you for coming back, Mark. This place wouldn’t be the same without you, even after all these years. I’m sorry we ever put you out of a job in the first place.” Weston turned his eyes downward in sadness.

β€œIt’s not your fault, Weston—”

β€œIt is, actually,” Weston interrupted, adjusting his ballcap, with his gaze still glued to the floor. He watched the dog, if for no other reason than to avoid Mark’s eyes. β€œYou know it and so do I.”

β€œIt’s not. You knock that off right now.” Mark’s voice teetered on scolding, and he wagged one aging finger in Weston’s direction. β€œYou know that your dad used to come down to the old bar every night for last call. Every night. He sat on the same barstool each time, and you know what he told me?”

Weston shook his head. He had been only seventeen when his parent’s ownership had come to an end, so he’d not reached the legal drinking age where he could spend those waning nighttime hours with his dad, occupying Mark’s bar stools. His β€˜no’ wasn’t an entirely honest answer to Mark’s question, however. He knew what Mark was going to sayβ€”what his dad had used to sayβ€”but he wanted to hear it. If he couldn’t hear it from his own father, Mark’s affirmation was the next best thing.

β€œHe said it was his dream to see you run this place. So maybe it didn’t happen as he’d expected, but it’s happening, and you should be proud of that. You’re not a kid anymore, Weston. You’ve grown and should be so proud of who you’ve become. Your father would be.”

β€œI remember that. He used to come down here every night but never had a sip of alcohol.” Weston smiled at the seemingly small memories of his father, but they were anything but insignificant. They were everything.

β€œI remember watching you run around these grounds, from learning to walk all the way to chasing after the girls on the beach in your teenage years.” Mark continued to speak, but Weston’s mind was elsewhere, time-traveling down a winding path to his childhood.

*****

Review:

The reopening of Begoa’s Point gives Lyla and Weston more than just a chance to reconnect, but also to heal old wounds and to remember those important days of their childhoods. Those days that helped to make them into the people they are today. Those days that also broke their hearts.

I usually don’t like stories that jump back and forth between the present & the past but Tavares handles it really well. It feels organic to the moment and is short, while still being important to what is going on now. And it is satisfying to get those glimpses of youthful enthusiasm and growing up that happened all those summers ago.

With Each & Every Summer, Tavares gives us a read that just resonates with the feel good, slow moving summer vibes of our childhood. It’s the perfect backdrop to two people addressing their pasts, looking towards their future, remembering who they were and thinking about who they want to be, while capturing that love they once embraced so completely, as only teenagers can.

*****

Author Info:

When it comes to romance, L A doesn’t have a type. Sometimes it’s dark and devastating, sometimes it’s soft and simple – truly, it just depends what her imaginary friends are doing at the time she starts writing about them.

L A has moved to various parts of the country over the last ten years but her heart has never left Boston.

And no, the β€œA” does not stand for Anne.

Follow LA on Facebook and Twitter.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LATavaresAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Leanne54Tavares

A. Tavares – https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=11760

*****

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*****

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Spotlight – So Not My Type

18 Tuesday May 2021

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Amelia Kingston, So Far So Good series, So Not My Type

How can you not go for a book described as “an endearingly irreverent love story”.

*****

So Not My Type

Book 4 in the So Far, So Good series

by Amelia Kingston

General Release Date: 18th May 2021

Word Count: 58,680

Book Length: NOVEL

Pages: 240

Genres:COMEDY AND HUMOUR,Β CONTEMPORARY,Β EROTIC ROMANCE

Blurb:

To Jackie Ryan, insults are foreplay and love is war. What the feisty redhead lacks in stature, she makes up in attitude. She’s made more than one grown man cry and she’s damn proud of it. Little does the rowdy barista know she’s about to meet her match in the shape of a walking, talking pair of starched khakis.

When unassuming Eddie Jaworski stumbles into a quirky coffee shop, he isn’t expecting a battle of wits with the maniac behind the counter. Still, he can’t help but be intrigued by the endearingly irreverent human enigma. She’s brash, but considerate. Closed off to most, but fiercely loyal to a few. Everything is a joke, except those things that are sacred. Jackie doesn’t trust easily, and if he wants to get close, he’s going to have to work for every inch. Good thing he’s up for the challenge.

But Eddie has a secretβ€”one he didn’t mean to keepβ€”that’s going to tug at the delicate strings weaving the pair together. When everything begins to unravel, Jackie must decide just what she’s willing to risk for love.

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57519853-so-not-my-type

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*****

Excerpt:

β€œYou can get out of my way or you can die. The choice is yours. You’ve got to the count of ten,” I crow into the mic of my headset. I love this game. Destroying egotistical douche canoes in Rule Them All is one of my all-time favorite things. And I’m good at it. I was born to dominate this computer world with an iron fist.

β€œThat time of the month, Trix?” the snotty, barely post-pubescent voice of S3Xk!ng69 rings in my ear. He must be new.

Wrong choice, dipshit. A wicked smile twists my red-stained lips.

β€œOne. Two. Ten. Time’s up.” With a few keystrokes my digital army squashes my enemies with brutal efficiency.

β€œHoly shit.” The woeful cry is music to my ears. β€œI was just playing around.”

β€œAwww. Poor baby. Next time you feel like playing I suggest you stay the fuck away from Woman’sWorld.”

Yes, I named my make-believe country Woman’sWorld. And yes, I have zero remorse in exterminating pests like this one. He can’t say I didn’t warn him. Rule Them All is not for the timid or insecure. It’s a dog-eat-dog world with player-controlled countries clawing at each other to get to the top. To be the best. My gamer handle is DominaTrix for a reason.

β€œWow Jackie, that was harsh,” my best friend chastises me in our private video chat. Elizabeth is a bleeding heart. I love her to death, but she wants to think the best of everyone. Truth is, some people are just assholes. A little bit of humbling goes a long way.

β€œHe had it coming,” her boyfriend, Austin, chimes in. I’d nearly cut his balls off last year when he broke Elizabeth’s heart. Believe me, he had it coming too. I think he’s still trying to get on my good side. I promise I have one. It’s just reserved for a very select group of truly amazing people. The rest of the world can fuck right off.

β€œThanks, Man Meat. But I don’t need your approval.” I flip off the camera with a simper. He chuckles, and Elizabeth groans.

β€œDon’t you have to work in like three hours?” she asks.

I glance across my small studio apartment to the clock on the milkcrate that serves as my nightstand. The bright, abrasive, orange 3:00 silently scolds me.

β€œShit. Guess tomorrow’s going to be a bitch.” I shrug, hugging one knee up to my chest, resting my chin on it, and grinning at my best friend through the camera.

She rolls her eyes at me. β€œDid you at least finish your submission for the contest?”

My gaze darts up to the dozens of half-finished designs taped up on nearly every square inch of wall space.

β€œAlmost,” I lie.

β€œAlmost?” She calls me out with the same disappointed tone my mom uses. The sound is like a tiny needle poking me in the eye.

β€œYeah, almost. As in just about. Nearly.”

β€œAs in no.”

β€œI’ll finish it tomorrow.” It’s a bold-faced lie, and we both know it.

Every year E.B. Jericho, one of my all-time favorite sci-fi writers, holds a contest to design the cover art for her latest release. And every year I promise myself I’ll enter. I have a million and one ideas, but I always let the deadline for submission pass me by. I’ve been torturing myself for months trying to come up with a unique design, but nothing seems right. The fact that this is the last book in the series makes it that much more important.

β€œYou better. You’ve got this thing on lockdown.” Elizabeth’s faith in me is unwavering, despite the fact that I’ve never actually had any paid graphic artist work.

I glance over to my long-forgotten drafting table, now housing junk mail and yet-to-be-folded laundry. I haven’t used it or any of my hundreds of dollars’ worth of design software since I gave up on starting my own graphic design business a couple years ago. In the six short months after I dropped out of college, I realized selling my art meant selling a piece of my soul with it. I was a used car salesman every time I tried for a commission. I’m really talented, I swear. Trust me. Rejection after rejection poured in until I just stopped trying. After a long morning of slinging coffee, doodling cover design ideas is all I have the energy for.

β€œYou’ve read every one of his books, what? Like a dozen times?” Elizabeth asks.

β€œHer books and at least a dozen,” I correct her.

No one really knows who E.B. Jericho is. She’s a notorious recluse, but Elizabeth and I have a standing bet on the author’s gender. She goes with odds, seeing as how seventy-five percent of sci-fi writers are men. I am convinced E.B. is a woman. She’s too clever and witty not to be. If we ever met, we’d be hetero-lifemates. Instant besties for sure.

β€œAll right, kiddos. I better get my beauty sleep.” I blow a kiss at the screen.

β€œNight, Jackie,” Austin’s deep voice announces.

β€œNight. Love you, babe,” Elizabeth chirps with a sweet smile.

β€œLove you too.”

I click off the camera, toss my glasses onto my desk and shut down my computer. Stretching my arms up and taking a long, deep breath, I sweep my eyes over the design ideas splattering my walls again. Not one of them is good enough. It’s so late it’s early, but my mind is still racing. The idea of submitting a design to be judged by someone I truly admire makes me nauseous.

I grab my sketchbook and sprawl out in my tangled mess of an unmade bed. Closing my eyes, I picture Persei Rivera, the main character from E.B. Jericho’s Sins of Tomorrow series. She’s a space smuggler and the most kickass character of all time. She’s standing tall in front of her ship, Phobos, a Hellhound-class light space cruiser. Her grease-stained cargo pants are tucked into lunar-dust speckled boots. Her father’s old leather bomber jacket is zipped up to keep out the chill on the darkside of the deserted space rock where she’s currently stowing cargo. The wind blows her raven-black hair in thick waves behind her, and her pale skin appears nearly translucent. The low light from a distant sun glints off the laser pistol strapped to her hip. Her arms are crossed, and the edge of her mouth is quirked up in a devious challenge. She’s the Dirty Harry of space. She wants you to try something. Punk.

In my mind, the sight is clear as day. I spring my eyes open and stare down at the blank page. Two strokes of my pen and it’s already gone wrong. I rip the page out of my sketchbook, crumple it into a tiny ball and toss it across the room with a huff. I try again, but I can’t get the angle right for Phobos. She’s an impressive ship, and I made her look like a bathtub toy! Another page ripped out. Another discarded failure.

Over and over again, I doodle the same intergalactic scene until my eyelids get heavy and I pass out in a heap of crumpled paper.

*****

Author Info:

Amelia Kingston is many things, the most interesting of which are probably California girl, writer, traveler, and dog mom. She survives on chocolate, coffee, wine, and sarcasm. Not necessarily in that order.

She’s been blessed with a patient husband who’s embraced her nomad ways and traveled with her to over 30 countries across 5 continents (I’m coming for you next, Antarctica!). She’s also been cursed with an impatient (although admittedly adorable) terrier who pouts when her dinner is 5 minutes late.

She writes about strong, stubborn, flawed women and the men who can’t help but love them. Her irreverent books aim to be silly and fun with the occasional storm cloud to remind us to appreciate the sunny days. As a hopeless romantic, her favorite stories are the ones that remind us all that while love is rarely perfect, it’s always worth chasing.

You can find Amelia at her website and follow her on Pinterest.

Website: https://www.authorameliakingston.com/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ameliakingstonbooks/

https://www.firstforromance.com/index.php?route=product/author/info&author_id=11725

*****

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Spotlight – Wyvern Ways & Elven Magic

18 Tuesday May 2021

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Bailey Bradford, Fire & Flutter series, Wyvern Ways & Elven Magic

Like a lot of heat in your paranormal romance? Bailey Bradford has just the series for you.

*****

Wyvern Ways & Elven Magic

Book 2 in the Fire & Flutter series

by Bailey Bradford

General Release Date: 18th May 2021

Word Count: 54,247

Book Length: NOVEL

Pages: 219

Genres: CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, FANTASY, GAY, GLBTQI, PARANORMAL

Blurb:

Take one magic-sensitive wyvern shifter, one horny royal-adjacent elf…and stand well back.

Brick’s a wyvern shifter, but he’s not wily or skilled in diplomacy like wyvern shifters should be. Instead, he’s big and brawny and slower than the rest of his familyβ€”the ruling family. Worse, he doesn’t fare well around magic, so being in the elf kingdom for the royal wedding celebrations is one big nosebleed. Literally.

Jagger’s an elf. A royal-adjacent one, whose family have been chancellors and councilors to the king for centuries. It must have skipped a generation, however, as Jagger’s more interested in drinking and seducing his way through the kingdom. Well, everyone wants to know if it’s true what they say about elves, right? Spoiler alertβ€”it is.

When Brick discovers he’s being handed over as part of the wyvern-elf alliance treaty, he fumes and decides to cut ties with his family to make his own way in the world. But first, he has to find his way out of the elf kingdom. Asking at the tavern for an elf to be his guide, he’s taken to a room where a half-naked Jagger is lounging on a four-poster bed.

And that’s just the beginning of their dangerous, crazy andΒ sexyΒ adventure…

Fire & Flutter series – https://www.firstforromance.com/series/fire-and-flutter

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57519826-wyvern-ways-and-elven-magic

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*****

Excerpt:

β€œOw!” Brick grabbed at the hand slapping his face and glared at its owner. If he hadn’t known who was hitting him, the selection of bright cocktail rings and the jingling bracelets she wore would have told him it was his younger sister, Scarlet. β€œAny reason you’re smacking my face?”

Scarlet tilted her head, her forehead creased. β€œHabit? Whatevs. Hold still—”

Brick held still enough for her to shove wads of cotton wool up his nostrils, then brushed her hand away. Scarlet’s sharp fingernails near any of his body parts made him uneasy at the best of times, and in the rumbling, jolting carriage he and she were currently traveling in, more so. Her nails were long and pointed and they gleamed the brightest mahogany shade she could find, all to mimic the talons they became when she shifted.

Well, that’s only natural, Brick reasoned. Wyverns in general were proud of being wyverns, the ruling family even more so and his sister, the youngest offspring of the Ruby Throne, in particular.

β€œThanks,” he muttered, the thick clog in his voice not just due to his nosebleed and the wedges of cotton wool. β€œThanks for staying with me.” He knew she’d rather be flying alongside the carriage with their father, Potentate Carnell of the Ruby Throne, and mother, the First Lady Cerise, not to mention the son and heir, Lord Gules, and their older sister, Lady Vermillion. But it was her turn to keep him company, and Scarlet, like all of them, put family duty first.

β€œSit up straight,” she replied, wagging a finger in the direction of his face to tell him it was the best way to deal with a nosebleed. She knew. All his family didβ€”Brick got them when he was around magic, and they were prepared for today. β€œOpen wide for your pills.”

Brick obediently opened his mouth, and Scarlet, snickering, moved back to the farthest corner of the royal carriage and flicked in first one tablet, then another, using her middle finger and thumb to launch them as if she were playing a game and getting points. Scarlet performed her family obligations, sure…and made sure she had fun doing so. But she loved Brick, just as he did her.

He tried not to chokeβ€”the tablets were huge and foul-tasting. β€œThanks,” he repeated, wishing she’d thought to give him a drink to swallow them down with. Actually, noβ€”he didn’t want her squirting it in with a water pistol. He checked the cotton wool was still in place up each nostril. β€œThere must be a lot of magic in the air here.”

β€œWell, duh,” his sister replied. β€œInside the elven kingdom, and just approaching the capital? What d’you expect? They breathe it in and fart it out here, then breathe it in again.” Oh, she was a charmer. β€œI got orders to smarten you upβ€”you’re not gonna bleed on me, are you?”

He shook his head and let her pull his smart suit jacket into place as if he were a baby, for all she was younger than he was. Well, that fits, with me being as useless as a hatchling. She tutted and brushed off the shoulders and lapels, as if he had flaking head scales. I don’t, do I? That’d be all he needed, with them having to look their best as they arrived for this regal state occasion.

As soon as Scarlet settled back again, grumbling that there wasn’t much she could do with his short hair, he took a sly peep in the glass of the carriage window to check for scale-flake. He caught a quick glimpse of his bronze skin and slitted gold eyes before the spectacle outside claimed his attention. Oh, not the well-maintained kingdom they were driving through, with its paved roads, sturdy-looking buildings and general cleanliness all signs of its good governance, but his family, in the air above the small procession.

Brick lowered the glass to see better. The four royal wyverns made a stunning, vibrant swoop of color as they flew, their wings beating with synchronized grace, their heads turning slowly on their long, elegant necks to incline this way and that at the gasps and applause from townsfolk lining the route, who were all eager to see visiting nobles and dignitaries.

β€œElven folk must be used to flying beasts, right?” he asked Scarlet.

She scoffed. β€œNot like us.”

β€œYeah.” Brick had to admit that. A woman stumbled, shading her eyes against the wyverns’ shimmering scales, the gleaming shades of red carefully arranged from his father Carnell’s shining cardinal to his mother Cerise’s glossy pomegranateβ€”β€œthe first seen in the kingdom in a hundred years!” as she often reminded people.

His brother Gules’ proud imperial red came next, then his sister Vermillion’s brash crimson. The family at wing, in the correct order, looked like flames burning up the sky.

Although why they should want to arrive anywhere making the place look like it was on fire, Brick couldn’t fathom. What he did know was Scarlet wanted to be up there too, making an entrance like a bold streak of lava against the blue and white of the sky. He jumped as the most jewel-colored creature of the quartet swooped low and stuck her beak through the windowβ€”his mother, checking in on him.

She couldn’t talk in her shifted form, of course, but he had no problem interpreting her caw and twists and jerks of her head. She was concerned for himβ€”she loved him. They all did. Like they would any slow-witted hatchling. He wasn’t wily or cunning, no asset in statecraft or trade negotiations, so they gave him busy work. Grunt work. He nodded to show Cerise he was fine and reached up to pat her on the head, near the top, just after the brow ridge finished.

With a click of her beak, she took off again and rejoined Carnell, circling him with a slow flap of her wings before taking her place at his side. He flicked his tail out to slide along hers.

β€œOh, ewww!” Scarlet, on the seat opposite him now, pointed up at the Potentate and First Lady and retched like a caterwaul bringing up a hairball. She made a show of rummaging for one of the sick bags they kept for Brickβ€”there was no telling what form his sensitivity to magic might take. β€œOld people foreplay is just gross.”

Brick didn’t think it was that bad. Sure, he had no wish whatsoever to see his parents making out like subadults or immatures ever, anywhere, but that they were still loving and affectionate was…something he didn’t see himself ever having. The only people who’d wanted him so far had been those seeking a way into the ruling family and using him as their way to get within polishing distance of the Ruby Throne.

β€œMommy, look!” A little girl on the sidewalk near a tavern, her eyes full of wonder, tugged at her mother’s arm. β€œUp thereβ€”dragons!”

β€œWyverns!” yelled Scarlet, flinging herself so far out of the window to correct the kid that Brick, alarmed for her safety, grabbed at the back of her dress. β€œLook at the picture, small fry!” She tapped the crest on the side of the royal coach, a plain outline of an almost S-shaped beast, its wings stretched and its slim legs prominent. β€œCount the limbs, kid. There’s two, not four. We look like lumbering oxen dragons to you?”

She subsided into her seat again and shot Brick a glance. β€œNo offense, bro.”

β€œI know.” Brick was wide and tall, built like a brick smokehouse, as the saying went, whereas wyverns, in addition to being wily, were light and lithe. Winged serpents, really. He tried not to feel like he was letting down the Ruby Throne, but…

β€œYou’re not even red!” Olahf had scorned when, realizing a relationship with Brick wouldn’t bring him into the inner governing circle, he’d ended things between them. β€œBrick by name and brick by nature and brick by color!” Yeah, Olahf didn’t really have the gift of eloquence a senator or diplomat should, although his tongue could be said to have been silver in other ways… Brick shivered at the memory, then felt sad.

How much of that had been fake? Had Olahf even liked him? If not, their relationship had been, well, transactional at best and icky at worst. It had also made him dwell on his experiences with all the other wyvern shifters who’d befriended him over the years…and hadn’t seemed very friendly. How many had if not used him, then put up with him, for what they could get out of it?

Would life have been different if I were called Flame, or, or Rosso? Maybe if the former, he’d have been dashing and just a little bit dangerous, or if the latter, darkly seductive and a lot more dangerous?

β€œPersimmon’s a good name,” he mused out loud. β€œThen Sim would be a good nick. β€˜Hey, Sim, coming out for a quick tankard of sack mead?’ Maybe Simmy? β€˜Simmy, joining us for dawn patrol?’ Perse? Percy?”

β€œWhat? Noβ€”you know what? Never mind.” Scarlet waved a hand at him. β€œBecause we’re nearly there.”

About to ask his sister how she knew they were almost at their destinationβ€”where they’d be doing some trade-and-aid diplomacy over drinksβ€”Brick saw the ceremonial herald bird flying to join the four wyverns in the sky. The escort would please his mother, who was into appearances. Even his father had commented more than once that the elves had used to do things properly, and that he hoped the Storm King was keeping up traditions.

β€œHe will as long as he has Jerrick advising him,” Cerise always replied. β€œJerrick served Jade’s father, too, and Jerrick’s father, Jacron, was chancellor to the Storm Emperor before that. And Jerrick’s son—” She usually stopped herself there.

β€œGotta love ya and leave ya!” Scarlet opened the carriage door even though the vehicle was still trundling along.

β€œI feel okay now the meds have kicked in,” Brick assured her. β€œShouldn’t I join in?”

β€œAnd risk you having an allergyβ€”sorry, sensitivityβ€”attack up above and bleeding down on Jade or his big green groom?” Scarlet sniggered. β€œWhile it would be hilarious, best not.” Blowing a kiss over her shoulder at him, she launched herself from the open door.

Scarlet shifted effortlessly in midair and took her place just behind Gules and Vermillion. It was hardly worth her shifting, though, when the carriage jolted to a stop at the top of a meadow. Two ruby and pale jade pavilions stood proudly, their pennants waving in the early evening breeze, and councilors and nobles waited before them.

The Ruby Throne circled the meadow in a group, then made a tighter circle of the tents to finally drop into the space set up beneath the main pavilion’s awning. They descended one at a time from Carnell to Scarletβ€”all executing flawless landings and simultaneous shifts back to their other-forms the second their claws touched the ground, clothing themselves as they did so.

They’d left a space for him, and Brick decided he was going to take it properly, instead of scuttling to it, shamefaced. Ignoring his headache and throbbing nose, he ran a few paces and leaped as high as he could with a gurgled β€œEaaarrgghhh!” to shift into his wyvern form and, oh, how good it felt to be in the air again, stretching his wings.

He liked the world better in his shifted form. He loved the view from up on high, how things looked when seen from his bigger, more golden than yellow eyes. Scents were more acute to his snout, with its slits for nostrils, than to his other-form nose, which was broad and had never worked as well after being broken during a heated game of tail ball. Which his team had still lost.

Okay, so he wasn’t all polished and gleaming reds like the others, but he liked his scales, with their rust and terra-cotta and ochre shades. Recalling Cerise’s insistence that his hues were β€œalternative reds” made him snort with laughter and swish his tail, the triangular barb it ended in swinging near his face.

He was going to do this! He dropped lower. I can do this! Can drop into that landing zone! The really small landing zone… I can’t do this.

β€œBelieve in yourself!” Cerise had told him over and over since hatchhood. He would. He did! With a high-pitched squeal, a bit like a teakettle coming to the boil, he took a final squint at the target zone, landed, shifted and…belched. Oh gods. He’d meant to clothe himself, not burp one out. And certainly not such a loud one…or one that stank like a dragon’s taint.

β€œOh, ewwwwwwww!” cried Scarlet, her longest ever. She pinched her nose closed with her talon-like fingers. She’d get the worst of the stench, being next to him. β€œHow, how, is that so foul? What the fuck you been doing, bro, sucking off a troll?”

β€œCould have been worse!” called a voice from the crowd. β€œJust imagine if he’d farted!”

*****

Author Info:

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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*****

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Spotlight – Like Cats and Dogs

14 Friday May 2021

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Kate McMurray, Like Cats and Dogs

The fur flies in this hilarious romantic comedy where the owner of a Brooklyn-based cat cafΓ© and the local vet go ahead to head. The attraction is instant, but can you fight like cats and dogs and still be perfect for each other?

*****

Like Cats and Dogs

by Kate McMurray

Publication Date: 5/4/2021

Blurb:

Things are getting ruff in this Brooklyn neighborhood when new veterinarian Caleb Fitch moves in next door to the Whitman Street Cat CafΓ© and gets on the wrong side of cafΓ© owner Lauren Harlow. Lauren has a few things to teach the new vet on the block, and rescuing kittens is only the start…

Lauren can’t ignore her attraction to Caleb, but he gets her even more riled up when he argues with her about how best to treat the cats in her care. Determined to smooth things over, Caleb comes to the rescue when a new litter of abandoned kittens is left on Lauren’s doorstep, and they confront the fiery attraction that’s been building between them from the start. But saving the baby kittens getting them ready for adoption is only the first challenge Lauren and Caleb have to face, and when a real estate developer comes sniffing around their block, they’ll have to work together, or risk losing everything…

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*****

Excerpt:

Evan walked into the Whitman Street Cat Cafe, pushing through the second door and grinning at Lauren like he’d already had three cups of coffee.Β Β 

β€œDerek got married this weekend,” Lauren said by way of greeting.Β Β 

β€œAw, honey, I’m sorry,” said Evan. β€œAnything I can do?” 

β€œDrive to New Hampshire and punch him in the face?” 

Evan tilted his head and seemed to consider doing just that. β€œAs fun as that sounds, Derek is kind of a big guy. He might punch back, and I bruise like a peach.” 

Lauren laughed despite herself. She shoved her phone in her pocket. β€œI’m over it.Β SoΒ my ex got married? It’s fine. I’m fine.” 

β€œAttagirl.” Evan looked up at the menu like he didn’t get coffee here nearly every morning.Β Β 

β€œNot that I’m sad for the business,” said Lauren, β€œbut where did all these people come from?” 

β€œDidn’t you hear? The Star Cafe closed last week.” 

The Star Cafe was a great independent coffee shop that had, apparently until last week, been right across the street from the Cat Cafe. If it had closed, that explained all the people here, the last place that served coffee between Henry Street and the subway entrance on the next block.Β Β 

β€œI’m devastated,” Evan continued.Β Β 

Lauren raised an eyebrow at him. β€œIf anything, this is probably better for your health. There are only so many cups of coffee you can drink per day because you think the barista is cute before the caffeine gives you heart palpitations.” 

Evan sighed and leaned against the counter next to Lauren. β€œPablo gave me heart palpitations.” 

β€œAny idea what he’s up to now?” 

β€œWhen I got my caramel vanilla latte on Friday, he told me he’d applied to work at that little indie bookstore a few doors down. Hope springs.” 

β€œCrazy idea, but you could, like, ask him out.” 

Evan gasped dramatically. β€œWhere’s the romance in that? We’re performing an elaborate dance.” 

β€œRight.” Lauren glanced behind the counter, where Monique looked panicked as she took another order. β€œMaybe I should hire him.” 

β€œHe makes a mean caramel vanilla latte.”  

A bewildered man with light brown hair walked into the cafe then. Lauren had never seen him before, and she would have noticed. He was so handsome, Evan sucked in a sharp breath.Β Β 

Lauren had sworn off men ever since Derek had announced his engagement, because she was tired of getting her heart stomped on, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look. Because this man was pretty foxy. He was tall and fit, with neatly trimmed hair, a square jaw, and blue eyes that sparkled even from behind the dark-rimmed glasses he wore.Β Β 

β€œHello,” said Evan.Β Β 

The man looked around. When Sadie trotted over to investigate him, he looked a little startled by her presence.Β Β 

β€œOh,” he said, catching Lauren’s eye. β€œI’ve heard about places like this, but I guess it didn’t occur to me that the cats would just be… out.” 

β€œOnly Sadie has free rein in the cafe,” said Lauren. β€œShe’s in charge. She’s also terrified of cars, so she doesn’t try to escape. The rest of the cats are through that door.” She pointed.Β Β 

β€œAh.”  

Lauren wasn’t really sure what to say next. Evan elbowed her, though, so she said, β€œDid you want to see the cats, or—” 

β€œI just need a cup of coffee for now. This place is hopping.” 

β€œGo on,” Lauren said. β€œI’m not in line and you look like you’re in a hurry.” 

The man pulled a phone from his pocket and glanced at the time. β€œYeah, a little.” He slid forward. β€œThank you.” 

β€œAre you new to the neighborhood?”  

β€œYeah. Just moved to Brooklyn a week ago, actually.” 

β€œWelcome!” 

He shot her a bashful half smile and nodded. β€œThanks.” 

Monique said, β€œNext!” 

The light-haired man nodded at Lauren and then walked to the register.Β Β 

Victor, the other barista, must have noticed this guy was a little twitchy, probably with a job to get toβ€”he was wearing a blue oxford shirt tucked into navy blue slacks, the uniform of the Midtown office workerβ€”and he grabbed the pot and poured a cup of coffee right away. Once the man paid, Victor handed him the cup and said, β€œMilk and sugar are at the end of the counter.” 

β€œGreat.” The man took his cup.Β Β 

β€œThe usual,” Lauren said to Monique now that the line had dissipated. Then she walked over to the man as he shook a sugar packet. β€œI’m Lauren, by the way.” 

The man gave her a genuine smile this time. β€œCaleb. Maybe I’ll see you around, Lauren.” Sadie meowed and sat at his feet. β€œAnd you, too, Sadie.” 

Handsome and he liked the cats. No weddingΒ ring. This had some potential.Β Β 

Oh, except for the part where Lauren was not dating in order to concentrate on making a fulfilling life for herself without a man.Β Β 

Caleb walked back outside.Β Β 

β€œGirl,” said Evan. β€œHe was totally checking you out.” 

Warm excitement spread through Lauren’s chest. It had been a while since she’d met anyone who made her pulse race like this. She wondered if Caleb would come back.Β Β 

β€œBoss, your coffee’s ready,” said Monique.Β Β 

Lauren took it gratefully. β€œAll right. Do you have to work today,Β Ev, or do you want to meet our newest resident? We’ve got a gorgeous new calico named Lucy.” 

β€œI’m meeting a client at ten, so IΒ gottaΒ go, but you can tell me all about Miss Lucy and report back on that tall guy over drinks tonight.” 

β€œPop at seven?” 

β€œPerfect.” 

Monique handed Evan his coffee, which he took with a grin. He blew Lauren a kiss with his free hand and then walked out the door.Β Β 

β€œCome on, Sadie,” said Lauren. β€œLet’s get to work.” 

Excerpted from Like Cats and Dogs by Xio Axelrod.
Β© 2021 by Xio Axelrod. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

*****

Author Info:

Kate McMurray writes smart, savvy romantic fiction. She likes creating stories that are brainy, funny, and, of course, sexy. She advocates for romance stories by and for everyone. When she’s not writing, Kate edits textbooks, watches baseball, plays violin, crafts things out of yarn, and wears a lot of cute dresses. Kate lives in Brooklyn, NY, with two cats and too many books.

*****

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Spotlight – A Cowboy of Legend

12 Wednesday May 2021

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A Cowboy of Legend, Linda Broday, Lone Star Legends series

Readers are saying this is another great story from Broday and giving it a whole lot of five star reviews!

*****

A Cowboy of Legend

Lone Star Legends #1

by Linda Broday

Publication Date: 4/27/2021

Blurb:

Famous across Texas, the Legends stand ready to take on any challenge that comes their way…

Deacon Brannock has struggled his whole life to amount to something. But when he finally saves up enough to buy the saloon that’ll put him on the map, he’s immediately challenged by the Temperance Movement. He only wants to make an honest living, but there’s no stopping the Movement’s most determined firebrand: Grace Legend.

And after one look at the fierce beauty, he’s not even sure he wants to.

Grace has always had her pet crusades, but she sees the Temperance Movement as the one thing that will bring her the deep sense of purpose she’s been missing. Yet when the owner of the new saloon turns out to be a kind and considerate man with warm eyes and a smile that leaves her breathless, she can’t help but wonder whether they could have a future together…if only they could find a way to stop being enemies long enough to become so much more.

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Excerpt:

β€œDestroyer of men’s souls! Beware the pitfalls of the devil’s brew!” Grace Legend held up her sign and directed her loud yells into the murky interior of the Three Deuces saloon.Β 

A gust of wind delivered the stench of the nearby stockyards up her nose and a swirl of dirt to her eyes. She blinked several times to clear the grit as two dozen Temperance women behind her took up the chant, banging drums and shaking tambourines.Β 

A surly individual went around her and reached for the batwing doors. Grace swatted him with her sign. β€œGet back! Back, I say. This den of iniquity is closed to the likes of you.” 

Built like a bull and smelling like the south end of a northbound steer, the man narrowed his gaze and raised a meaty fist. β€œThis here’s a free country and I can go anywhere I like.” 

Gunfire rang out down the street and a woman screamed. Grace was glad she’d stuck a derringer in her pocket. This section of town saw killings every day even though the citizensΒ Fort WorthΒ cried for someone to clean it up.Β 

She wanted to take a step back from the surly man worse than anything. She really did. He had meanness rolling off him likeΒ thickΒ rancid snake oil. But giving ground wasn’t in her make up. Not today and notΒ as long asΒ she was alive.Β 

Grace sucked in a quick breath, shot him a piercing glare and parked herself across the doorway. β€œI bet your wife would like to know where you spend your time when you should be working. Shame on you wasting your money on whiskey.” 

β€œI earn it and I’ll spend it however I see fit. Now step aside,” he snarled and raised a fist.Β 

β€œOr else what?” A voice in Grace’s head warned that this course of action could be dangerous, but she never listened to that boring bit of reason. No, she saw it her right and duty to make a difference in the world and make it she would. She couldn’t do that sitting on her hands like some timid toad afraid to utter a sound.Β 

At least a half dozen gunshots rent the air and people ducked.Β A crowd had begun to gather and pressed close. They got into a heated shouting match with her ladies.Β 

Before she could move, the quarrelsome fellow barreled into her, knocking her sideways. Grace launched onto his back and began whopping him with the sign. However, the handle was tooΒ long for close fighting and none of her blows landed.Β 

She released a frustrated cry and wrapped both arms around his head.Β 

β€œGet off me!” he roared.Β 

β€œWhen hell freezes over, youΒ moron.” 

AΒ door bangedΒ and footsteps of someone newΒ approached andΒ yanked the two of them apart. β€œHey, what’s the meaning of this?” 

β€œSend her packing, Brannock!” someone yelled. β€œDon’t let her run you out of business.” 

Chest heaving, she jerked at the bodice of her favorite royal blue dress that matched her eyes, straightening it before grabbing the immense hat that barely clung to one side of her head. She blew back a blond curl that fell across one eye blocking her view. Only then did she get a glimpse of the gentleman whose livelihood she meant to destroy, and the sight glued her tongue to the roof of her mouth.Β 

That he presented a handsome picture with coal black hair and a lean form was indisputable, but it was more than that. AΒ Stetson sat low on his foreheadβ€”a cowboy? Grace did a doubletake. Saloon owners wore bowlers, not Stetsons. She was unable to move her gaze from his piercing eyes. Shadowed by the brim of his hat, theyΒ reminded her of smoke. The stormy gray depths warned of the danger of crossing him.Β 

And more. Oh my!Β 

Grace took in his silk vest of dark greenΒ like those ofΒ gamblers.Β Her gaze rested on a well-used gun belt slung low on his hip complete with what appeared a long Peacemaker. By now, most men left their firearms at home. However, having grown up with weapons of all kinds on the Lone Star ranch, she understood the need to sometimes keep a gun handy. Although crime in the rough area had begun to decline, running a saloon at the edge of Hell’s Half Ace was still a risky business.Β 

She patted the small derringer in her pocket to make sure it hadn’t fallen out.Β 

β€œI asked what’s going on,” BrannockΒ repeated.Β 

Mr.Β Smelly glared, wiping blood from his forehead. So, she did get a lick in. β€œThis churlish fishwife assaulted me, and I demand you do something.” 

β€œChurlish fishwife?” Grace swung her sign againβ€”only it caught the tall saloon keep instead, knocking him back a step.Β 

Towering head and shoulders above her,Β BrannockΒ snatched the sign from her hand, broke it over his knee, and pitched the pieces aside. His eyes had darkened to a shade she’d never seen before and had no words to describe. β€œCare to explain why you’re running off my business, lady?” 

The question came out silky and wrapped in velvet like her father’s did when he wanted to put the fear of God into someone. That frightened her far more than yelling. This cowboy saloon owner was someone to reckon with.Β 

Although quaking inside, Grace drew herself up and thrust out her chin. β€œI’m asserting my God given right to free speech.” 

β€œYou tell him, Grace!” one of the women yelled.Β 

β€œFree speech about?” he snapped.Β Β 

β€œThe evils of drink. It’s destroying the fabric of our society and wrecking homes.” 

β€œAnd it’sΒ yourΒ duty to straighten us men out?” he barked.Β 

She inhaled aΒ shakyΒ breath. β€œAs much as I’m able. I cannot turn a blind eye to hungry kids and wives bearing the scars of abuse.” 

Excerpted from A Cowboy of Legend by Linda Broday.
Β© 2021 by Linda Broday. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Author Info:

At a young age, Linda Broday discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. After years of writing romance, it’s still tall rugged cowboys that spark her imagination. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold. She resides in the Texas Panhandle where she’s inspired every day.

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Jaqueline Snowe, Out of the Park series, Rounding the Bases

Who else is excited that it is baseball season?!?!

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Rounding the Bases

Book 3 in the Out of the Park series

by Jaqueline Snowe

General Release Date: 11th May 2021

Word Count: 68,681

Book Length: NOVEL

Pages: 269

Genres: CONTEMPORARY/EROTIC ROMANCE/SPORTS

Blurb:

What happens when a summer fling doesn’t end with the season?

Sarah Blue has one dreamβ€”to open her own pet boarding business. When she receives an offer to spend three months in a penthouse looking after two dogs, she intends to do the best dog-sitting job possible, and focus on her business plan. What she didn’t expect was to run into a stranger so handsome that she could barely put two words together at the sight of him.

And she certainly didn’t expect him to live across the hall and befriend her.

Brigham Monaghan’s reputation is on the line. After an arrest that went very public, his future as an outfielder with Los Soles isn’t guaranteed. With his life a total mess, he welcomes the distraction from the blue-haired girl across the hall who not only doesn’t know his name, but hates sports. It’s the perfect situation.

But things get complicated when what was supposed to be summer fun and flirting turns into something more. Sarah’s business takes off, where Brigham’s future is barely hanging on by a thread. With the odds stacking up against Brigham, Sarah can’t help questioning his motives. Did he fall hard for her, like she did him, or is it just a PR ploy?

Either way, he’s going to break her heart…

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Excerpt:

The constant battle of how mature to act raged inside me. Yes, I could flip off my parents, but what good would it do? They’d scoff and pretend they had never in their wildest dreams raised a daughter with the audacity to do such a thing. Flipping them off would feel good for three seconds before the regret would sink in and I’d drink about it later.

So I did the adult thing and kept my big mouth shut.

β€œWe don’t want to discourage you from pursuing…your dreams.” My dear mother choked on her words and I swore my dad’s face turned even redder. β€œBut is this really a way to make a living?”

Maturity is important. I tapped my rainbow-colored nailsβ€”because Pride week was soon and I was absolutely an allyβ€”and forced a tight smile. β€œI appreciate your concern, but I happen to love my plan.”

β€œIt’s not beneath you?” my dad asked, looking around us in the cafΓ© like his uptight friends would jump out and laugh at his offspring. β€œPet sitting?”

β€œI don’t have the patience for vet school and I love animals. It pays pretty well and I’m off your payroll, so why do you care? I’m saving up to open up my dream business. I have a plan, if you cared to ask about it.”

Oh, I was feeling ballsy. My best friends Megan and Ethan would cheer me on if they could have witnessed this exchange. I got a little thrill at rebelling when they got more flustered.

β€œIt is just not a sturdy profession, Sarah Belle.”

The first and middle name. They might as well cut me out of the will now. I sighed and made sure to cause a real scene by flipping my bright blonde hair with blue tips over my shoulder. β€œIt’s decent and I’m busy. But more importantly, I’m happy. H-a-double p-y.”

I did not mention my almost near-zero bank account. Nope. I’d rather shove the entire fork into my mouth than admit that money wasn’t rolling in like I’d hoped. Sure, Megs said my life was too boring because I only focused on opening this business, but I ignored her truth bombs. My dating life might have been boring, but my hope for the future sure wasn’t.

β€œYour attitude doesn’t suit you, dear.” My mother pursed her lips, and if she wore a pearl necklace, she would’ve clutched it. β€œHow long do you plan on taking a break from schooling?”

β€œFor…ever?”

She clicked her tongue just as my alarm went off and I sent a prayer to whoever was listening. β€œGotta run. Meeting a new client. Bye!”

They stood up as I left the table. I didn’t humor them by trying to hug goodbye. We didn’t express genuine emotion when it was positive. Guilt and shame? Oh, we did that in spades. I’d have a doctorate in shaming if it were possible. I would at least have a degree then, and my parents would get off my back.

I snorted at my own joke, earning a confused look from the poor guy walking past me. Phoenix in the summer was way too damn hot and the fact that I wasn’t the only person outside saddened me. The sun burned the asphalt to the point it smelled weird and I hurried my short walk to the building where my next job might be. Three months, dog sitting, in a penthouse.

Thousands of dollars.

College wouldn’t pay me that well, would it, parents?

I stopped after I entered the luxurious swanky building and groaned as the air conditioning hit my face. Heaven.

β€œMa’am, may I help you?” a tall, old gentleman with a large mustache asked. He wore a green coat and I groaned. He had to be super-hot with all the clothes.

β€œHello…” I eyed his name tag. β€œFerdinand. Do you go by Fernie?”

β€œNo.” He somehow stood taller at my question. β€œWhat are you doing here?” He scanned my outfit and I waited until he met my eyes again. β€œYou might be in the wrong place, dear.”

My light blue dress had tiny straps on my shoulders and fit my curves very well. It made me feel confident and it was the best one to wear when it was one-hundred-and-fifteen outside. Fernie would not judge me. β€œI’m exactly where I want to be. Thank you. Now, excuse me.”

β€œYou cannot just enter this building,” he said, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open when I barged past him to the elevator. It couldn’t be too hard to find the penthouse. Highest floor, right?

β€œIt seems I just did, good sir.” I pressed the Up button and blew a large bubble when Fernie blinked fast and put his hand on my elbow. I yanked out of his grip. β€œOy! Watch it.”

β€œI will call the police if you do not leave right now!”

I was about to tell him all the ways he could kiss my ass when the elevator doors opened and the most handsome man I had ever seen in my twenty-three years stood there, looking way too good for rational thoughts to form. Perfection.

The hair. The eyes. The beard. The shoulders.

My saliva evaporated from pure lust and wouldn’t return unless he kissed me. It was the only way.

β€œNando,” the man said, sparing me a quick glance. β€œHarassing guests again?”

β€œShe waltzed in here and disobeyed protocol!” he hissed, and that snapped me from my lusty funk.

β€œOkay, settle down, Fernie. There were no rules posted.”

One side of the handsome man’s lips quirked up and I swore I felt that gesture as if he’d caressed my entire body. Shivers. β€œFernie. I like it.”

β€œHe looks like one, right? Maybe it’s the stern nose or the stick up his ass. I can’t decide.”

Ferdinand looked affronted and I held up my hands as the stranger laughed, a deep, rich, beautiful chuckle that made me dizzy. β€œSecurity. I will call them.”

β€œI’m not trespassing.” I held up my phone. β€œI was invited here. To the penthouse, actually.”

Whatever I said made Fernie’s lip twitch, and I did not like that one bit. Nope. He grabbed my wrist again and before I could yell at him for manhandling me, the perfect specimen of a man took a step toward us, looking pissed off. β€œDon’t put your hands on her. She’s done nothing wrong.”

β€œMr. Alexandre is not here. He won’t be for quite some time.” He practically giggled. β€œSo your excuse for being here doesn’t work.”

β€œWrong again, Fernie. But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you if we are blessed to meet again.” I rubbed my wrist where his fingers touched and I gave a smile of thanks to the stranger, only putting a hint of take me now into it. β€œHere. Why don’t I clear this up?”

I dialed the number from the app and waited until a rough voice answered. β€œHi, Mr. Alexandre, it’s Sarah Blue. Would you be so kind as to retrieve me from the foyer, as your bellhop is channeling his inner Paul Blart.”

β€œYour reference makes no sense, but I’ll be down.”

β€œGreat. Thank you so much.” I grinned as large as I could and crossed my arms, tapping my foot on the polished floor, making Ferdinand glare at me. β€œYour I’m wrong face is great.”

He blustered a bit and I used the time to study the other, gorgeous man staring at me. He wore joggers and a black T-shirt that had to be sewn onto his tan skin. Delicious. There was no other way to describe him.

If anyone asked what my type was ever again, I would say him.

He seemed to be studying me too and I blushed head to toe when he gave me a hint of a smirk. β€œHow do you know Alexandre?”

β€œHow do you?” I fired back. He liked my answer. He cackled and leaned on the doorframe instead of exiting. β€œTwo can play your game.”

His amusement pleased me. I wasn’t a huge hit with guys when it came to first impressions. I was loud, spoke my mind, called out things that upset me and never put out. Sure, I flirted when I wanted to, but no one really stood out to star in my spank bank. But this guy. Yup. His face was enough.

β€œSarah Blue.” He repeated my name and I bit down on my knuckle and groaned. β€œWhat?”

β€œYou’re too good-looking for your own good. I shouldn’t stare at you.” I turned around and almost smacked my forehead for being an idiot. I couldn’t help myself. My parents had raised me to be seen, not heard, and the second I got out from their rule, I flourished into being who I wanted to beβ€”not quiet, always seen and always heard.

The stranger didn’t get a chance to respond before the elevator door opened again and a very well-dressed man appeared. He had to be ten years older than me, maybe more, and he looked like he should be on a runway. His face was all angles and jawline and the suit looked like it cost more than my parents’ house. β€œSarah Blue?”

β€œMr. Alexandre,” I said, and he nodded. I took a guess that this was the man I was supposed to meet and I felt smug as hell. I wiggled my fingers at Ferdinand in a super not mature way. It was worth it though to see his appalled expression of paled cheeks and wide eyes.

β€œMs. Blue, please, come with me.” Mr. Alexandre crooked his fingers at me and I obeyed, damn well knowing he was more terrifying than Ferdinand. It wasn’t unusual for me to meet new clients in their homes, especially if I was watching their animals, and I trusted my gut. While I feared Mr. Alexandre more than I liked, it wasn’t a creepy vibe he gave off. It was authoritative.

I waltzed into the elevator and felt the weight of the handsome stranger’s stare as the doors closed. If there was such a thing as second-hand lust syndrome, I had it. Bad.

Mr. Alexandre remained quiet the entire ride until the doors opened on the top floor. There were just two doors at the end of the hallway and he went to the right. β€œAre you ready to meet them?”

β€˜Them’ meaning his two King Charles Spaniels, Pico and Cassandra. β€œI’d love to meet your fur-children.”

My comment pleased him and he typed five numbers onto a pad before the large black door swung. His room was like a hotel I had only witnessed in movies. Glorious. Open. Beautiful. He had a couch that was at least the size of my old dorm room and it was covered in plush pillows. Oh, I wanted to fall face first onto that couch for a day. β€œThis is beautiful.”

β€œThank you. I had it designed for me.” His boots clicked on the…while marble? Quartz? Diamond? Floor. It was too pretty for my eyes and I pretended I hadn’t stepped in melted gum on the walk here. β€œPico! Cassandra! Where are you, lovelies?”

I couldn’t stop my lips from curving up. People were weird about their pets. Nicknames and routines and boundaries, and the fierce love they had for their mammals. He wasn’t on the far end of the insane scale of clients I had worked with, but he wasn’t in the middle. If he had aβ€”

He did.

He returned from a room just beyond his kitchen with a decked-out gray and black stroller. There was no baby in there. Just two dogs with sparkly blue and purple collars. β€œHere are my babies. Ms. Blue, Pico and Cassie.”

β€œWhy, hello!” I crouched forward and spoke in a high voice, foregoing all sense of dignity. β€œAren’t you both adorable? You two spoiled?” I held out my hand and let them both sniff it for a full thirty seconds before I attempted to pet them. Pico, who had deep brown and black fur, wagged his tail so loud a soft thud kept repeating. β€œHappy boy. May I?” I gestured to pick him up and Mr. Alexandre nodded.

Pico licked my entire face and I laughed. He was a cutie and we’d get along fine. But he wasn’t the alpha of the house. Cassie was and she gave me the stink eye. β€œYou are a gem, Pico. We’ll be buds. Now, Ms. Cassie, what can I do to win you over?”

She eyed me. She was different from Pico. She had white, brown and black fur and almost had freckles on her face. She was gorgeous but not friendly. She held her nose high in the air and I went from petting her back to her bum, and bam. Her tail wagged.

Damn, it felt good to get along so well with dogs. Humans weren’t as cute.

β€œShe likes you,” he said, his voice rising in clear disbelief.

β€œI must smell like bacon from lunch,” I said, hoping to ease his mind. That was the trick of pet sitting for people. Their babies couldn’t like me more than they did them, but they had to like me enough to trust me. It was a thin line and I rocked it. β€œShall we do a practice if you need to run an errand?”

β€œNo. They don’t like humans much.” He crossed his arms and blinked a lot. β€œLet’s talk availability.”

β€œLet’s.” I kissed the top of Pico’s head and followed Mr. Alexandre toward a small glass table overlooking a patio that had the absolute best view of Camelback Mountain. β€œGod, this view. I could die here.”

β€œI hope you don’t. My babies need love and attention while I’m away.” He pulled out a couple of sheets of paper and a pen. β€œYour application said you do stay-ins, overnights. How long?”

β€œIt depends on the client. Currently, I have about twenty stops a week that will keep me away roughly the same as work hours. Six hours a day, typically.”

β€œWhere do you live?”

β€œI won’t take them out of your place besides walks, sir. I assure you.”

β€œNo.” He waved his hand like I’d insulted him. β€œI meant, can you break your lease if you are renting? I can pay the fee. If you take this job, you will need to be here three months.”

July, August, September. Damn. But I kept my poker face strong. β€œThat is a long time, sir. The cost will be high.”

β€œI’ll give you twenty thousand dollars, but I must have daily photos and a video chat every other day. They require two walks a day and the best raw food.” He continued talking, but his voice faded as the price kept echoing in my head.

Twenty thousand.

β€œThat’s…that’s…” I mumbled, but he paid me no attention. He brought out a notebook with tabs and slid it across the table. β€œSir, please.”

β€œI will not negotiate. Pico and Cassie are my joys and you are ranked as one of the best at this. Please, Sarah, take care of them. I wish I did not have to travel, but I do.” He sighed and a sad, resigned look took over his face. β€œThis is a lovely place to live.”

β€œEven with Ferdinand?” I joked, earning a slight smile. β€œHe won’t try to kick me out?”

β€œHe is protective of the tenants. Just don’t bother the door across the hall. He likes his privacy. And do not ruin this place. I will deduct any damages from your payment.”

I gulped and nodded, unable to do much more. Those rules were simple enough for that much money. God, no rent, no school… I could save most of it. β€œThank you, sir. I will not let you down.”

β€œGood.”

He shook my hand and eyed the pen. β€œSign and it’ll be official. Can you start tomorrow?”

β€œTomorrow?” I repeated, dumbfounded at the quickness. β€œI don’t… I need to get my stuff.”

β€œTake today and tomorrow morning. But noon, be here.” He rose and left me at the table with a contract and a check for ten thousand dollars. Half now, half later.

And I could only stare at it.

β€œBetter get started on getting your stuff, dear Sarah,” he said, his retreating back not exactly friendly.

*****

Author Info:

Jaqueline Snowe lives in Arizona where the β€˜dry heat’ really isn’t that bad. She enjoys making lists with colorful Post-it notes and sipping coffee all day. She has been a custodian, a waitress, a landscaper, a coach and a teacher. Her life revolves around binge-watching Netflix, her two dogs who don’t realize they aren’t humans and her wonderful baseball-loving husband.

You can take a look at Jaqueline’s Website and Blog and you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter.

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