Thursday, May 31, 2018
Cover Reveal: It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time by Sylie Scott
Monday, May 28, 2018
New Series by Molly Harper Announcement!!!
A brand new series from Molly Harper!!
CHANGELING
is the first title in a three-book series.
CHANGELING
Blurb:
If 14-year-old Cassandra Reed makes it through her first day at Miss Castwell’s Institute for the Magical Instruction of Young Ladies without anyone discovering her secret, maybe, just maybe, she’ll let herself believe that she really does belong at Miss Castwell’s.
Except Cassandra Reed’s real name is Sarah Smith and up until now, she lived her whole life in the Warren, serving a magical family, the Winters, as all non-magical “Snipes” are bound by magical Guardian law to do. That is, until one day, Sarah accidentally levitates Mrs. Winter’s favorite vase in the parlor to keep it from being broken.
But Snipes aren’t supposed to have magical powers…and the existence of a magical Snipe threatens the world order dictated during the Guardians’ Restoration years ago. If she wants to keep her family safe and protect her own skin, Sarah must figure out how to fit into posh Guardian society, master her newfound magical powers and discover the truth about how an ordinary girl can become magical...
Available for pre-order at
Release Date:
August 22, 2018
This is a great Q&A with Molly and Darcy!
About The Author
Molly Harper is the author of two popular series of paranormal romance, the Half-Moon Hollow series and the Naked Werewolf series. She also writes the Bluegrass ebook series of contemporary romance. A former humor columnist and newspaper reporter, she lives in Michigan with her family, where she is currently working on the next Southern Eclectic novel. Visit her on the web at MollyHarper.com.
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Friday, May 18, 2018
Audiobook Review: Bro Code By: Kendall Ryan
Bro Code
By Kendall Ryan
Narrated by: Ava Erickson and Jacob Morgan
Blurb:
There’s pretty much only one rule when you’re a guy.
Don’t be a douche.
Turns out, the fastest way to break that rule is to fall for your best friend’s sister.
Ava’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, gorgeous, and five years younger than me.
She’s the sexual equivalent of running with scissors. In a word, she’s dangerous. And completely off-limits.
Falling for her could ruin everything.
Yet I can’t seem to stop, even when her company is threatened by a lawsuit, and my promotion hinges on representing the opposing client—and winning.
I can’t see a way out of this mess that doesn’t end in a broken friendship, a broken heart, or a ruined career.
I may have broken the bro code when I fell for Ava. But do I have the balls to handle what comes next?
Viviana's Review:
I've listened to a handful of duet narration and they have been good/ok, however, this one is showcases duet narration done right! The story was a fun listen! I enjoyed that Ava & Barrett were friends and that it wasn't an "insta-love". I will say that the whole "I can't be with her because she's my bff's sister/I can't be with him because he is my brother's bff" got a tad bit 'old' as it was repeated often though out the book..... as if the reader needed a reminder, several times over.
There was lots of great conversations/banter and the main characters have great chemistry. Some moments were very sweet and yes, there are plenty of sexy moments too! There are lots of fun family moments and you can see there is a great dynamic between them all.
As with any romance, there has to be a conflict/obstacle for the main characters to overcome. In this case, the "bro code" isn't the only one. Not going to provide spoilers, however, I did wish that there was a bit more groveling done and not as quick to forgive.
Narrators Review:
Love narrator Jacob Morgan and though I've never listened to Ava Erickson before, I will now! Their performance was superb and listeners will love them!
Overall This was a really good listen and if you have never listened to a duet narration, this is one of the ones I'd recommend you start with.
By Kendall Ryan
Narrated by: Ava Erickson and Jacob Morgan
Blurb:
There’s pretty much only one rule when you’re a guy.
Don’t be a douche.
Turns out, the fastest way to break that rule is to fall for your best friend’s sister.
Ava’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, gorgeous, and five years younger than me.
She’s the sexual equivalent of running with scissors. In a word, she’s dangerous. And completely off-limits.
Falling for her could ruin everything.
Yet I can’t seem to stop, even when her company is threatened by a lawsuit, and my promotion hinges on representing the opposing client—and winning.
I can’t see a way out of this mess that doesn’t end in a broken friendship, a broken heart, or a ruined career.
I may have broken the bro code when I fell for Ava. But do I have the balls to handle what comes next?
Available for purchase at
Viviana's Review:
I've listened to a handful of duet narration and they have been good/ok, however, this one is showcases duet narration done right! The story was a fun listen! I enjoyed that Ava & Barrett were friends and that it wasn't an "insta-love". I will say that the whole "I can't be with her because she's my bff's sister/I can't be with him because he is my brother's bff" got a tad bit 'old' as it was repeated often though out the book..... as if the reader needed a reminder, several times over.
There was lots of great conversations/banter and the main characters have great chemistry. Some moments were very sweet and yes, there are plenty of sexy moments too! There are lots of fun family moments and you can see there is a great dynamic between them all.
As with any romance, there has to be a conflict/obstacle for the main characters to overcome. In this case, the "bro code" isn't the only one. Not going to provide spoilers, however, I did wish that there was a bit more groveling done and not as quick to forgive.
Narrators Review:
Love narrator Jacob Morgan and though I've never listened to Ava Erickson before, I will now! Their performance was superb and listeners will love them!
Overall This was a really good listen and if you have never listened to a duet narration, this is one of the ones I'd recommend you start with.
Rating: 3.5 Stars - Really Liked It!
Disclaimer:
I received a complimentary copy of this audiobook from the Inkslinger in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
Cover Reveal Blitz: Blackout by Dannika Dark
The highly anticipated next installment in the Crossbreed Series is coming soon!! Check out the cover and blurb!
Blackout
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #5)
by Dannika Dark
by Dannika Dark
Blurb:
The fate of millions rests on Keystone when they embark on their most important assignment of all…
After what was supposed to be a simple job, Raven and Christian uncover a sinister plot against the higher authority, and the stakes are as high as the body count. The assassins are merciless, with anyone who stands in their way becoming collateral damage. Meanwhile, Raven is still struggling to make sense of her feelings for Christian following a memory wipe.
During a blackout, the city erupts into chaos. With Breed on the brink of war, Keystone has only twenty-four hours to complete a secret mission. Raven seeks help from the most unlikely of places, but at what cost?
It’s a race against time to save lives in this explosive installment of the Crossbreed series.
Available for pre-order at
Release Date:
August 14, 2018
Keystone
(Crossbreed Series Book 1)
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Ravenheart
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #2)
Available purchase at
Deathtrap
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #3)
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About the Author
Dannika Dark is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Urban Fantasy Romance and Paranormal Romance books. Her books have sold more than 2 million copies worldwide, and she is a 2016 Audie Awards finalist. In addition to writing about supernatural worlds, Dannika is passionate about graphic design and creates all her own covers and series art. When not writing in her cave, she enjoys indie music, reading, Netflix, heaps of chocolate, and unleashing her dark side.
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Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Spotlight & Giveaway: The Only Thing by Marie Harte
The Only Thing
(The Donnigans)
by Marie Harte
Blurb:
What do you do when a "fake" relationship is so much better than the real thing?
Hope Donnigan is finally getting her life together. She's working a job she likes, has some amazing friends, and is steering clear of Mr. Wrong. Now if only she could get her mother to understand that. Maybe a hot tattoo artist from the other side town is just the ticket to teach her mom a lesson.
J.T. Webster fell for Hope months ago at his sister's wedding. So when she propositions him to be her fake boyfriend to get her mother off her back, he's all in. The only problem is J.T. had no idea their pretend relationship would be better than anything real he's ever had…
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Excerpt
“J.T.?”
He froze for a moment, feeling déjà vu. He kept hearing Hope
Donnigan’s voice in the weirdest places. Although she had actually been at his dad’s on Friday. He turned to see her
standing by the wall-mounted screen to his right. Huh. She was really here.
“Hope?”
She wore open toed sandals showing off dainty, blue painted
toenails. Shapely legs disappeared under a knee-length, floral sun dress. A
cropped sweater hid her shoulders. She looked like the essence of summer, and
he wanted to kneel down in worship. Innocence radiated from her in waves, as if
begging him to muss her a little and show her just what heels like those would
look like on either side of his head.
He should have felt dirty for wanting to muddy that
innocence. Instead, he grew more aroused. Hell.
“Hi.” She smiled at him.
His heart raced. Damn, that dimple slayed him every time.
“He says hi back,” Suke said dryly. “I’m Suke, one of the
harder working artists around here. I take it you know J.T.?”
Hope nodded. “Great place. I hadn’t realized it was down
here.”
As she and Suke spoke, he watched them interact. Hope didn’t
seem to care that Suke had tattoos up and down her arms, piercings in her nose
and lip, and spiked black hair in a dare-to-be punk style. Nor did she seem to
mind the way Suke was eye-fucking her.
“Hey.” He growled; he
minded.
Suke grinned. “I’m leaving for the day. You need me to stick
around and lock up? Maybe walk Hope out to her car?”
“Go.”
Suke chuckled and left.
“She’s nice.”
He laughed. “Suke? She busts our balls on a daily basis, but
we love her. Now what brings you to the lion’s den?”
She grinned. “Is that what this is? The sign outside said
Tull Paint & Body.”
“Yeah, a play on Auto Paint & Body, like a car paint
shop. I worked for my dad before I opened the place, and some of him stuck.”
Jesus, he was babbling.
“Tull?”
He shrugged, searching for calm. “My dad was a Jethro Tull
fan. Sounded cool when I was twenty-five.” He paused, shoving his hands in his
pockets so he wouldn’t tuck a stray strand of her golden hair back behind her
ear. “What’s up, Hope?”
She flushed, now looking uncomfortable. “Ah, this is kind of
awkward. I have a favor to ask.” She didn’t say any more.
She looked so damn adorable. He couldn’t help himself. He
had to mess with her. “Okay. So you want a baby without the commitment. I get
it. You want to make one right here or in the back room? Do you have some
paperwork for me to sign first? You know, about rights for the kid?”
“What? No.” She
blinked at him. “Have you done that before?”
“Nah, but I can’t think of a more awkward conversation. So
now that I know you’re not here to use me and abuse me, what can I do for you?”
“Ah, actually…” Her face turned bright red.
He gaped. “Shit. Really?” He took a step closer. “You want
to abuse me? I’m game.”
“J.T.” She
blew out a breath. “I have a problem. And I kind of dragged you into it.”
“Color me
intrigued.” He led her to the high-backed purple leather chairs by a coffee
table, on which a print portfolio of their work lay, along with some other
tattoo mags.
“Sorry,”
Hope apologized. She crossed her legs to sit demurely in the chair, and his
heart threatened to leap from his chest. He wondered if she felt the same
sexual chemistry he had since the first time he’d laid eyes on her.
Probably
not, since she didn’t seem affected by him. She was shy, gorgeous, and could
have any guy she wanted with the crook of her finger. He couldn’t imagine why
she needed his help, but whatever. He was game. And truth be told, he felt
protective of her. She was a weird extension of family his sister had married
into.
“Hope? Just
tell me.”
“It’s my
mother. She’s such a pain.” Hope glared, and he was taken aback by the
fierceness out of a woman he’d never seen be anything but pleasant. “She was on
me about dating some rich guy. A doctor this time. Then she was riding me about
my job, my lifestyle, being boring. You name it. She jumped on my nerves and
ground them to nothing.”
“Ah, sorry.”
He still didn’t see what part he had to play in this.
“So I
mentioned I was dating someone. A tattoo artist who had baby mommas everywhere
and had done time. Have you done time? Because that would be good.”
He blinked.
“Huh?’
Like a
steamroller, she continued, “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend the next
time I have to go to dinner at Mom and Dad’s. And you need to be awful.”
He didn’t
like the tone of this drama. “What? Play the big bad black man to scare your
lily-white mom?”
She snorted.
“Please. If only it was that easy to scare Linda Donnigan.”
He relaxed,
more than glad to know she couldn’t care less about his skin color. “Then what
do you need, exactly?”
“My mother
loves men and women of all races, genders, and sexualities. But she’s a snob.
It’s all about money and success to her. If you’re not dying to be president,
you’re nothing.”
“President
as in…?”
“The top of
whatever your career is, or the actual POTUS. With Linda, it could be either,”
she said wryly. “I have no drive to be more than Cam’s assistant right now. I
work at my cousin’s investment firm, and I’m basically a glorified secretary.
But I’m okay with that.”
“You don’t
sound okay.” She sounded frustrated.
“I am.
Mostly.” She sighed. “Look, none of this is your fault. I needed someone I
thought my mother wouldn’t like.”
“That
hurts.” He wasn’t lying.
“It’s not
personal. She doesn’t know you, J.T. But she’s not a fan of tattoos at all. And
you look tough. So I thought, who do I know who would freak my mother out?”
“Me?”
“Yes.” She
smiled. “I just need you to pretend to be my new boyfriend a few times. Then we
can ‘break up’ and she’ll never know.”
“I have met
your mom, you know. It was brief, at Del’s wedding. She might remember.” He
frowned. “Then again, she was drinking that night.”
“She’s good
like that.” Hope leaned closer and grabbed his hand.
The feel of
her smaller palm against his had sweat break out on his forehead. He stared
into her honey gold eyes and felt himself nodding.
Giveaway
Monday, May 7, 2018
Spotlight & Giveaway: Until There Was Us by Samantha Chase
Until There Was Us
(Montgomery Brothers)
by Samantha Chase
Blurb:
He'll have to play his cards just right for her to take a chance on him...
Megan Montgomery has always been careful...except that one time she threw caution to the wind and hooked up with a sexy groomsman at her cousin's wedding. But that was two years ago—so why can't she stop thinking about Alex Rebat?
Alex has been living the good life. He loves his job, has a great circle of friends, and doesn't answer to anyone. The problem? There's only one woman he wants and she ran out on him after one amazing weekend. But now that Megan's coming back to town, Alex hopes he can convince her to take another chance on him...and on a future that can only be built together.
Montgomery Brothers Series:
Wait for Me (Book 1)
Trust in Me (Book 2)
Stay with Me (Book 3)
Return to You (Book 4)
Meant for You (Book 5)
I'll Be There (Book 6)
Until There Was Us (Book 7)
Excerpt
Tugging at the hem of her dress for the hundredth time,
Megan silently cursed the fact that she’d let her mother talk her into it. The
navy-blue fabric clung to every ample curve and was shorter than the dresses
she normally wore, and all in all, she was feeling
very self-conscious about the whole thing.
She was surrounded by family and knew
she shouldn’t be feeling anything but happy to be here, but old insecurities
still lingered. Okay, maybe they had resurfaced thanks to her ex constantly
harping on her about losing weight. Megan wasn’t
fat—she knew that—but she was definitely not slim. She envied her cousin
Summer. She had the kind of body Megan had always wished she had—slim—and she
looked good in everything. Whereas Megan had to worry about how every article of clothing she had would fit or if it would be too
clingy.
Another tug at the hem of her dress as
she looked around to see where Summer was. They didn’t get to see each other
nearly enough and maybe…
“Excuse me?”
Megan turned and saw the most attractive man she had ever seen in her life. He was tall with
sandy-brown hair and a smile that seemed almost too perfect. She swallowed
hard, convinced he couldn’t possibly want to talk to her.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked, and
Megan’s heart beat wildly in her chest.
She looked around and wondered whether
someone had put him up to this. But he didn’t look the least bit insincere. If
anything, he seemed slightly amused by her confusion.
She cleared her throat and nodded.
“Um…yes. Thank you.”
His smile broadened,
and it was almost lethal. He had dimples too. She had to stifle a sigh when she
noticed them.
“I’m Alex Rebat,” he said, extending his
hand to her. “I’m a friend of Zach’s. And you are?”
Blushing because his voice was as
magnificent as the rest of him, she replied, “I’m
Megan Montgomery. Zach’s cousin.”
She shook his hand, but he didn’t
release hers. Instead, he led her onto the dance floor where a slow song was
playing. At first, Megan felt a little self-conscious about dancing with a
stranger, but as soon as Alex gently wrapped his arm
around her waist, all negative thoughts disappeared.
They swayed together to the music as if
they’d danced together for years.
They talked as if they’d known each
other forever.
And they were both more than ready to move off the dance floor and find someplace quiet to talk
after their fourth dance.
Alex kept her hand in his as he led her
from the banquet room to the lobby and finally out to the garden. The sun had
gone down, and the entire area was lit with hundreds
of soft-white twinkly lights. To Megan it looked like something out of a fairy
tale while she felt like she was living in the middle of one.
Hand in hand they walked along the paths
as Alex told her about his job as a physical therapist, and the more he spoke, the more she wanted to know about him. He had
confidence and passion as he spoke about his work and his life, and she found
herself hanging on his every word. And when he asked about her—her job, her
life—she felt inferior in comparison.
So she’d given
him a brief overview of her IT career and her life in Albany before turning the
conversation over to him. The smile he gave her told her he knew what she was
doing.
“Not big on talking about yourself,
huh?” he asked with a knowing smile.
Megan blushed as
she shook her head. “There isn’t much to tell. My job is fairly boring compared
to yours. What you do really makes a difference in people’s lives—and after
seeing all you did for Zach, I’m in total awe of you.”
They stopped walking, and Alex moved so
he was standing in front of her. “Don’t,” he said,
his voice a little gruff. “Zach did all the hard work. I was merely there to
help. Not every case is as successful as his. He had the drive to do it, and he
worked hard to make it happen.”
Both his words and his voice were so intense that Megan was overwhelmed with
the urge to reach out and touch him—not just hold his hand but…soothe him.
Comfort him.
And she did.
Reaching up with her free hand, she
gently caressed his face and heard his sharp intake of breath. This wasn’t her—she didn’t do things like this, wasn’t
this forward—and yet she couldn’t help herself.
“Megan,” he said softly as his head
lowered toward hers.
She wasn’t an overly romantic person and
didn’t believe in things like this actually happening,
and yet the instant Alex’s lips touched hers, Megan swore she saw fireworks.
Normally she was a little more timid, inhibited, but something about Alex
changed that. Wrapping her arms around him, she melted against him—reveling in
the heat of his body, the feel of his lean frame
against hers. The feeling must have been mutual because she heard a low growl
come from him as he pulled her even closer.
Never before had she been kissed like
this—it was the kind of kiss that started slowly, and they both sank into it until it kept going and neither wanted it to end.
Megan’s hands raked up into his hair, and when they were finally forced to
break apart for breath, in only a matter of seconds they dove in for another
taste.
For a few glorious moments, they had
been cocooned in their own little world out in the
garden, but it didn’t take long for other wedding guests to start coming out
and walking around, and the mood was broken. Alex never stopped touching her
though—everywhere they went her hand was in his, and she found she was thankful for the constant connection.
Over the course of the wedding
reception, they danced again and talked and laughed,
and Megan was nearly bristling with anticipation by the time Gabriella threw
the bouquet. At that point, she knew she and Alex could leave. When she noticed
other guests getting up to go, she looked over at Alex and said, “So…”
He was sitting
beside her, and the expression on his face told her everything she needed to
know.
He wanted to leave.
And he wanted to leave with her.
Casually they walked around and said
their goodbyes separately. Out in the lobby, Alex took her by the hand—or maybe
that time she took his—and they made their way down
the massive hallway that connected the banquet hall to the hotel. Several times
Megan had looked around to make sure no one saw them—and not because she was
embarrassed but because she didn’t want the interruption.
If she didn’t get Alex alone soon, she swore she’d spontaneously combust!
The ride in the elevator seemed to take
forever, and she swore the walk to her room was a mile long. But once they were
inside and the door was closed?
Perfect.
About The Author
Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.
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Friday, May 4, 2018
Spotlight and Giveaway: All's Fair In Love and Wolf by Terry Spear
All's Fair in Love and Wolf
(Silver Town Wolf)
by Terry Spear
Blurb:
The Silver Town wolf pack has your back
Wolf shifter Sarandon Silver's in trouble with the law, and bounty hunter she-wolf Jenna St. James is determined to bring him in for trial.
Lucky for Sarandon, the entire Silver Town pack is ready to fight for his innocence. But until the case is solved, Jenna's sticking to Sarandon like glue...
Available for purchase at
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks| Kobo | IndieBound
Excerpt
Looking forward to seeing Jake there,
Sarandon climbed into the Suburban and took off. This might be even more fun
than he had planned.
Sarandon headed into the wilderness, and after
a couple of hours, he finally reached the Elk Horn cabin. He parked, got out,
and stretched. Taking a deep breath of the pines and Douglas firs, he embraced
the peace and quiet, the sound of a river flowing nearby, birds twittering in
the trees, and the breeze fluttering the leaves.
Once he’d hauled all his supplies inside, he
started a fire in the fireplace and planned to go for a run, something he
couldn’t do while acting as a tour guide. Not unless he was taking a wolf group
out.
Within minutes, he’d stripped off his clothes
and shifted, then pushed through the wolf door. He dashed through the woods,
exploring and scent-marking, letting any animal in the area know a wolf was on
the prowl and this was his claimed territory.
The sound of a car’s tires crunching on the
private gravel road, heading toward the cabin, caught his attention. He stopped
and listened from the shelter of the trees and brush. There was nothing out
here but wilderness. And the cabins and the land were private property. He
could tell by the engine’s purr that the car wasn’t Jake’s or anyone else’s he
knew in the pack. The car parked, and the engine shut off in the distance.
If the driver were a hunter, Sarandon didn’t
want to be caught in his wolf coat and end up getting shot. Cursing mentally to
himself, he waffled about what to do. Hidden in the undergrowth in the woods,
he could check out the person leaving the car, or he could run back to the
cabin, shift, dress, arm himself with his rifle, and then see who it was and
what he or she was up to.
Sarandon opted for returning to the cabin first
and ditching his wolf coat. That way, he could tell the trespasser to leave.
When he reached the cabin, he dove through the
wolf door, shifted, and rushed to dress. He removed his rifle from the locked
gun cabinet and left the cabin, locking it behind him. Listening for any sign
of where the person was, Sarandon headed down the road to where he’d heard the
car park.
A quarter of a mile from the cabin, he stopped
dead in his tracks. A woman was standing off the road, partially hidden in the
woods, holding a rifle aimed at him. The way she was holding it, she looked
like she knew how to use it. And he’d thought running as a wolf could cause him
trouble!
“Hey, I’m just camping up here at one of my
family’s cabins. I don’t have any intention of hurting you,” Sarandon said,
trying to put the woman at ease, even if she was in the wrong. “This is private
property .”
“Carefully, put the rifle down!” she commanded
in an authoritative, no-nonsense way.
Well, this was bizarre. She was trespassing and pointing a
rifle at him, and yet she was telling him to disarm himself when he belonged
here? He considered her attire: black cargo pants, a black windbreaker, and
boots. She didn’t look like a half-crazed criminal or a hunter either. He
wasn’t afraid of her; he’d be much warier of a man holding a rifle on him than
a woman. He just figured he’d spooked her.
“All right. All right. You don’t have to be
afraid of me.” Being the nice wolf he was, Sarandon set his rifle on the
ground, figuring the woman was going hiking, albeit on private property, and
didn’t know privately owned cabins were located here, though signs were posted
in the area. But the fact that she was carrying a rifle made him suspect
something else might be going on. “I run photo-op tours, hiking, mountain
climbing, and white-water rafting guided tours, one-on-one tours, and group
tours.” He thought if he told her what he did, she would realize he was
employed, not some mountain man living out here in the wilderness alone, and
that his occupation meant he was one of the good guys who liked working with
people. “Whatever customers might be interested in,” he continued.
She
was someone he was interested in. If she was a wolf and would put the weapon
down. Something about her straightforward and confrontational attitude
appealed. He swore it was the wolf in him.
“Sarandon Silver?” she asked, her brow arched.
Learning that she knew his name surprised him.
If she knew who he was, why was she pointing the rifle at him? Then he wondered
if this had something to do with his brothers. Maybe they’d sent her as a
plant, a way to get him to meet a new she-wolf, believing the standard
boy-meets-girl routine wouldn’t cut it with him. Especially since he’d said he
was trying to come up with an idea for a new adventure.
“Yeah, I’m Sarandon Silver. Do you want to tell
me how you know me and why you’re still pointing a weapon at me?” She had to be
his brothers’ idea, but he wondered where she was taking this.
If
this was for real, he didn’t recall anything he’d done that would have
aggravated anyone to the extent that she’d pull a weapon on him. He hadn’t
taken a mate and pissed off her family. He hadn’t lost anyone on one of his
excursions. His dad was the only one who’d ever committed any crimes in the
family, and he’d paid for his sins with his life.
“Come this way, nice and slow,” she said, her
voice firm and resolved.
He frowned at her. She sounded like a cop. He
looked her over again, but her clothes didn’t indicate that. He couldn’t see
what was underneath the jacket, though from the slight bulk underneath the
material, it looked like she might have a sidearm holstered there. She hadn’t
said she was a cop though. Plus, if she were, she wasn’t in her own
jurisdiction. Her car was a silver Ford Expedition, with no indication it was a
cop’s vehicle.
She was a beautiful brunette, her hair cut
short and bouncy, her eyes a crystal-clear blue. If his brothers—and maybe his
cousins—had put her up to this… Well, he didn’t want to appear as though he
couldn’t take a joke. She’d share with them how growly he’d been, and they’d
all have a good laugh over it—at his expense.
“Am I under arrest?” he asked with good humor,
smiling a little. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t take this seriously.
About The Author
USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over sixty paranormal romances. In 2008, Heart of the Wolf was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Spring, Texas where she raises two Havanese puppies.
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Thursday, May 3, 2018
Spotlight & Giveaway: I Am Justice by Diana Muñoz Stewart
I Am Justice
By Diana Muñoz Stewart
Blurb:
She's ready to start a war
Justice Parish takes down bad guys. Rescued from the streets by the world renowned Parish family, she joined their covert sisterhood of vigilante assassins. Her next target: a sex-trafficking ring in the war-torn Middle East. She just needs to get close enough to take them down...
He just wants peace
Sandesh Ross left Special Forces to found a humanitarian group to aid war-torn countries. But saving the world isn't cheap. Enter Parish Industriesand limitless funding, with one catch—their hot, prickly 'PR specialist', Justice Parish.
Their chemistry is instant and off-the-charts. But when Justice is injured and her cover blown, Sandesh has to figure out if he can reconcile their missions. With danger dogging their every move, their white-hot passion can change the world—if it doesn't destroy them first.
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Excerpt
Standing
in the ornate bar, only half-full of patrons, with music playing softly,
Sandesh felt Justice’s sultry invitation to dance run down his body like a hot
finger.
He
couldn’t control the hungry leer that traveled the silky, blue dress that
spanned her body, her hips, and the satisfying curve of a great ass like a warm
hand.
Damn, he
wanted to rest his own hand against that fine ass, pull her to him. The short,
midnight-blue dress showed off sun-drenched legs. Her nipples pressed against
the deep-blue hue and stood at attention under the drape of fabric that swooped
and rested against her breasts.
And, ah,
her lips. So full.
So damn
sure.
A grin
that announced the game was won and dinner was ready all in one lazy, long
predatory stretch. Part of his body throbbed in response. The rest of him was
pretty damn annoyed.
Wasn’t
she the one who had suggested they keep it PG? Was she playing games?
Justice’s
eyes, soaked in velvet onyx and framed by midnight lashes, narrowed. “Okay, I
give. You eat me up with your stare and then you hesitate. What is it with you?
Do you have something against strong women?”
Sandesh
snorted. “For someone so direct, you are seriously clueless.”
“I’m
clueless? Buddy, you have no idea of the opportunity for friction and fun you
are passing up right now.” He had to laugh. Had to. Not just because she was
quick and funny, but because she was all of that—not afraid to speak her mind,
heat and energy, and the promise of friction and fun.
His
fingers left the edge of the cold espresso and sought out her hand. He needed
to feel all of that energy and fire pressed up against him. “Okay. Let’s
dance.”
She
didn’t resist. Another surprise. She’d taken his hesitation personally. He’d
thought she’d make him pay for that. But she didn’t. She simply bequeathed him
with a that’s-more-like-it smile. Seriously, this woman was scorching hot.
“At this
Moment” by Billy Vera and the Beaters played through the speakers. Not what he
would’ve expected here.
He
pulled her to him as they hit the empty dance floor. She curved into him,
drawing a sound from his throat that was as involuntary as breathing. She
purred into his ear.
“That’s
one.”
His hand
slid along the silk fabric of her dress, down her back to her smooth, round,
and hot-as-hell ass. And there he went. Zero to sixty. He cleared his throat.
“One?”
She ran
a tongue over his earlobe and inside his ear.
That
warm, wet stroke sent tremors zinging low into his body. Her sultry voice
meshed with that teasing tongue and vibrated through him. “I’m counting how
many different ways I can get you to moan.”
He
growled, a raw, desperate sound that even to his own muffled ears sounded like
raging intent.
She
laughed. “Two.”
Okay.
Definitely time to divert the conversation. Complex math, anyone? Or a subject
destined to slow down any hot moment. “Have you spoken to your mother about our
progress here?”
She
laughed, as if she could see him wrestling control from the moment. She moved
her mouth close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck. “No. But I’d
like to meet your mother. You’ve met mine. It’s only fair. What’s she like?”
“You’d
like her. At least who she used to be.”
“Used to
be?”
“She’s
been sick for a few years. Early-onset Alzheimer’s. She’s at a care center. I
have friends and family scheduled to sit and read with her every night I’m
away.”
“Oh. I’m
sorry.” She looked past him for a moment, then returned her gaze to his. “So
what you’re telling me is that while you’re away on your humanitarian mission,
you’ve organized it so your mother will always be watched over by a close
friend or family member. You do realize I already want to sleep with you. You
don’t have to sweeten the pot.”
He
laughed. Only this woman would think talking about his mom—meant to cool things
off—was sexy.
“Sandesh,
I’m serious.” She began to roll her hips.
His eyes
rolled back in his head.
That.
Felt. So. Fucking. Good. Nothing like a violent hard-on to give a woman the
upper hand. Her hand. His hard-on. Settle. Settle.
Fuck it.
His lips
came down on hers. There was an instant and overwhelming zing of electricity.
Mindless of where he was, he tasted her, tickled, and teased her mouth open.
Her wet response, the moan against his lips as his tongue played back, caused
fire to erupt down his body.
Dubdubdub,
dubdubdub, pulsated through him. He couldn’t tell what throbbed faster—his cock
or his heart. He deepened the kiss. She opened wider, accelerated the roll of
her hips.
Time to
go. Time to get her off the dance floor and into his bed. Or her bed. Which
room was closer?
The
phone in his pocket buzzed. Justice stiffened in his arms. She pulled her sweet
mouth away. “You should answer it.”
He
tightened his grip on her. He ran his nose down her face, inhaled her
lavender-warmed-by-the-sun scent.
“Ignore
it.” Please. God. Ignore it.
“Your
mission.” Justice shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
Oh.
Shit. Not happening. He looked into her eyes, her endless depths,
midnight-and-mystery eyes. She was serious.
She
stepped back.
Fuck.
He
answered the phone. It was Salma. The tremor in her voice doused the fire in
his body. A tsunami would’ve had less impact.
“Sandesh,
please, I need your help.”
About The Author
Diana Muñoz Stewart is the award-winning, romantic suspense author of the Band of Sisters series, which includes I Am Justice (Sourcebooks Casablanca). She lives in eastern Pennsylvania in an often chaotic and always welcoming home that—depending on the day—can include husband, kids, extended family, friends, and a canine or two. When not writing, Diana can be found kayaking, doing sprints up her long driveway—harder than it sounds–practicing yoga on her deck, flying, climbing, or hiking with the man who’s had her heart since they were teens.
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