Mattie Winston, the keeper of the past generation of the Winston family spirits, now faces new challenges of training a new recruit and making a new life for herself outside the comfortable walls of the estate. Quincy Miller doesn’t want to live the rest of his life alone. When fate reconnects him with Mattie, he decides he can’t let her slip away again. Can these two give love another chance?
This is the second book in the unfolding saga of the psychics and talents associated with the Winston estate, a sheltered place where past, present, and future are woven into a single dramatic tapestry of love and desire. The tale spans multiple generations, multiple eras, and offers something special for all ages of reader.
wouldn’t love a romance that ends on the best holiday of the year?
Check out Book of Love, by Constance Bretes
A librarian, a mechanic, and a
psychotic ex. What could go wrong?
When her marriage came to a devastating
end, Janice Meyers moved to Montana to try to escape her past and get
a fresh start. She's sworn off men, but she didn't anticipate meeting
After the death of his wife, Chris
Jamisen focused all his time and energy on running his auto repair
shop and raising his children. He's not looking for love, and when he
first meets Janice, the town's new librarian, he never imagines they
might embark on a relationship. Sure, he'll admit he finds the smart,
sexy blonde attractive, but the frustrating woman expects miracles
from him. Her vehicle is practically beyond repair, but she insists
he has to keep it running.
As Chris gets to know Janice, he begins
to develop feelings for her, but he's reluctant to pursue a
relationship. He's Native American, and he worries about the
complications of a biracial relationship. He's experienced prejudice
first hand, so he knows how difficult it can be.
When Janice's ex-husband shows up seeking
revenge, things could reach a horrible end. Will Chris save Janice in
time? And will he and Janice be able to set aside their painful pasts
and give their relationship a chance?
Content Warning: contains some sexual
Janice had butterflies in her stomach as
five o'clock came and Chris arrived at the library.
"Hi, Chris," Janice said.
"Hello. What's this all about?"
he asked pensively.
"I wanted to take you downstairs to
the basement and show you something," she said.
They walked down the stairs, Chris
following Janice. When she turned on the light a rat slithered across
the floor, and she let out a shriek. Chris looked around the room.
"We have all these books here,"
Janice said. She lifted one of the old books and opened it to the
pages and within where some were eaten away. "The vermin and
bugs have been attacking these, and in some cases, the books have
disintegrated. See here? This is a book about Colstrip back in the
1800s and we can't even open the book to read it because it has
totally disintegrated inside. Some of these books are real gems. This
is one of a first edition, Samuel Clemens, do you know of him?"
"His pen name is Mark Twain. He
wrote Huckleberry Finn
and Tom Sawyer."
"Oh," Chris replied.
"Look at his book. It's totally
destroyed, and it would have been worth a lot of money now, if it had
Janice went over to the ladder and
stepped up on it to show Chris the books on the top shelf. The ladder
gave way, and she came crashing down. Chris caught her before she
fell to the floor.
"Are you okay?" he asked,
concern in his tone.
"Um, yeah, I think so." She put
her feet on the floor and turned, facing Chris, her breasts against
his chest. His arms were around her waist, holding her tightly. His
breath mingled with hers, and he was looking down at her lips.
Oh, she wanted him to kiss her. Please,
please kiss me. The sweet,
intoxicating musk of his body overwhelmed her. He bent slightly
toward her, and his lips touched hers softly. She kissed him back,
lingering, savoring every moment. She felt the kiss all the way
through her body as she put her arms around him. A loud rustling
noise broke their kiss with a start.
Chris looked around and saw that there
were rats in the corner rattling paper. He turned back to her. "Are
we finished here?"
"Yes, I think we are." Janice
hoped she had convinced him that there was work to be done in the
When they went upstairs, he turned around
and asked her huskily, "What was the purpose of our little
Janice thought about how she should
answer the question then said, "I submitted the request to the
mayor's office for several things, and I heard that you would
probably be the one person that would oppose spending any money for
the project I'm suggesting, so I wanted to show you the benefit of my
proposal and the problems we are faced with currently."
Chris had a gentle smile on his face as
he looked at her. "Good persuasion, Janice. Does that include
the kiss too?"
Janice looked down at her feet,
embarrassed. "No, the kiss was not part of the persuasion. At
least, not on my part."
Bretes is an author of contemporary romance and suspense. Her romance
books are often set in different parts of the country, but her
favorite site is Montana. She's married to her best friend and
resides in Michigan with him and a houseful of cats. When she's not
at her regular 8-to-5 job, she can be found writing, researching, and
spending time with her husband.
Time again for my series on Blair Upper Cervical Care.
Hope you enjoy all the information on Healing.
Here is an article from my chiropractor James P. Fiore, D.C.
(Oh, Chiropractic isn't for you? Tell me when you stopped having a spine and a nerve system.)
How quickly you respond to Upper Cervical Chiropractic care depends on several factors:
Length of time you've been subluxated (usually from birth.)
Your cooperation in keeping appointments and
Your desire to follow instructions.
When you are feeling ill, you are experiencing the Third stage of disease or illness.
The Stages are:
Cause - nerve interference, Nerve Pressure and Irritation.
Condition - a more advance degree, due to prolonged presence of the CAUSE
Symptom - this is when a CONDITION reaches a point where the patient is aware of it,
DEATH - the state in which the body no longer can sustain life.
The standard medical treatment is to work directly with the THIRD stage of disease. When the patient does not complain of symptoms, both the MD and the patient believe all is well. A Chiropractor realizes that the absence of symptoms does NOT necessarily mean the presence of Health. The patient can be in the first or second stage of disease and never be aware of it! Only after the first stage, the CAUSE, is removed can Health be resorted.
Chiropractors correct the CAUSE. If you are coming in for relief of symptoms, I would advise you to go to your MD. He is an expert first-aid man and can make your symptoms disappear from day to day. If you wish to have the CAUSE of your problems corrected, then you must follow instructions.
If you want to be the Doctor by deciding when you should come in, when you can stop coming in and what should be done about your case, then pay yourself and do not start care. If you'd like me to be the Doctor, then you need to follow my advice by doing the exercises and be honest with me. I will be honest with you.
Drugs, pills, potions, and powders and prescriptions are poisonous to your body. If you take them take them only when absolutely necessary! Chiropractic turns on LIFE, drugs turn it off.
We have a relaxed, friendly and naturally health Chiropractic clinic. We are happy that you have decided to be a patient. Life is wonderful. Health makes it that way. Be thankful when you have it.
And together, we can help you maintain it!
Quotes - "Medicine is about disease and what makes people die. Chiropractic is about life and what makes people live." B.J. Palmer
"The game of life requires the edge that chiropractic care provides." Jerry Rice
"Chiropractic is a wonderful means of natural healing!" Bob Hope
Hope you are enjoying the series on Blair Chiropractic care. I know it has helped me.
With a mind as strong as twisted steel, Scorpio obsessed Henry Slater, suave, sophisticated, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy is the perfect man—except to women who tell him what he doesn’t want to hear.
Dr. John Trenton is called back to NYC for a case close to his heart, while NYPD Detective Samantha “Sam” Wright and Dr. Frank Khaos, conflicted about their on-again-off-again relationship, take on another case—a serial killer who’s orchestrated sixteen murders across the United States over a nine-year period. The seventeenth victim is Sam’s best friend, Carrie Baines. When forensic science connects Frank to Slater, Frank is pushed to delve into his past, something he swore never to do. Meanwhile, due to the interstate nature of the crimes the FBI gets involved, convincing Sam to go undercover. But Slater is clever, and Sam is no match for him. Will her psychic skills and police training be enough to survive this close encounter with a killer, or will she end up as his eighteenth victim? And even if she lives, is her relationship with Frank really over?
Det. Sam Wright and her partner, Det. Nick Valatutti, trying to become involved in the serial murder case.
A mid-forties dark-skinned man wearing a conservative gray sports jacket at the opposite end of the table spoke first. “I’m Lieutenant Hicks. I know both your histories, and your relationship with Agent Case. Even though your excellent reputations precede you, consider this a professional courtesy, nothing more. Lieutenant Rojas and I go back a long way. At first, I wasn’t thrilled with a task-force for no reason, but I now understand it, seeing what damage this perp has done. Therefore, my precinct and I will give the FBI our utmost cooperation. As for the both of you being here, I know that you, Detective Wright, and the vic were good friends, so we will use what you tell us as a reliable source. Your involvement will end there.”
Sam cringed when she heard him say “vic” instead of Carrie by name. She held her tongue. His last statement made her stomach drop.
“I’ll be directing this interview,” Agent Case said. “Detective Wright, how long have you known Miss Baines?”
“Since kindergarten.” Sam remained focused. She’d only elaborate when he asked the correct questions.
“What can you tell me about her?”
“Everything. We need to create a profile to match to the other victims.”
Nick shot Agent Case a glare. “Why don’t you ask Detective Wright specific questions so we don’t go on for hours and waste time?”
Okay, Nick. You’re starting your magic.
Agent Case put his pen down. “Yes, I forgot. This one could ramble. Why would Miss Baines cut work and go to a casino?”
“That’s the million dollar question. One I want the answer to, but more importantly why did the perp choose her?”
“Not going there,” Lieutenant Hicks retorted, not holding back annoyance.
“Lieutenant, with all due respect, if my partner knows specifics, she’ll be able to frame her answers appropriately. Relevancy is crucial. Correct?”
The lieutenant let out an exasperated breath. “All of the murders were in casinos on the east coast. All vics were professional career women.”
“Any prominent differences?” Nick asked.
“Unfortunately, none that we’ve put together, yet,” the lieutenant conceded.
“Okay, Detective Wright, what can you tell us about Miss Baines relationship with her husband?” Case asked. “We know it’s not him, but—”
Sam cut Agent Case off. “I get it. Carrie and Charlie were separated four months ago. She caught him cheating, first through texts on his phone to another woman, then she followed him to an apartment building. She never confronted him.”
“Never confronted him? How can that be?”
“We never had time for a face to face meeting, and—”
Ronnie Allen is a NYC native transplanted to rural Central Florida nine years ago. A teacher in The New York City Department of Education for 33 years, she also obtained a license as NYS School Psychologist. In later education, she added certification as a Board Certified Holistic Health Practitioner, earning a Ph.D. in Parapsychic Sciences. Ronnie uses her expertise in education, the paranormal, and psychic development throughout her novels. She’s an advocate for children, and their health and well-being. This is evident in the themes of her novels and in the dedications. Scorpio is the third book in The Sign Behind the Crime series.
Christmas is a contemporary romantic comedy. It’s stand-alone
holiday romance about two doctors in a small town and the crazy
balancing act between work and love. To add to the mayhem – the
townsfolk don’t want to lose their only family doctor, so they’re
working behind the scenes to keep Madison and Quinn apart!
for checking it out. Have a happy and healthy holiday season!
the first day of Christmas, his true love said to him, “Sorry, I
have to work.” That’s the life of a surgeon, and Dr. Madison
Hayes wouldn’t have it any other way.
Quinn Malone has another priority. In the countdown to Christmas, he
needs to convince his old flame that there’s more to life – and
love – than the job itself.
time, his heart is in it for the long haul. Really.
and . . . complicated – it’s Perfectly Christmas!
stopped at the door. “Oh, one more thing. Did you want to be a part
of the office Secret Santa? We pick names out of a hat, and each day
during the twelve days of Christmas someone opens a gift.” She
grinned. “Technically, we know, the twelve days of Christmas starts
on December twenty-fifth, but we use it as a countdown to Christmas.
We have a lot of fun with it.”
hesitated. She wasn’t really big into exchanging presents. Stuff
you didn’t need and wanted less. But Peggy and Nina were looking at
her like it was the best thing ever.
town. Two years. Try to fit in. She sighed. She could always ask her
sister for suggestions. “Okay, yeah. Sounds fun.” Translation:
grin widened. “I’ll be right back.”
a moment, Peggy returned carrying a Christmas bag. She shook it and
paper rustled inside. “Here you go. Pick one, but don’t tell us.”
held back a sigh, reached in the bag, and picked out a piece of
O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative
outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home
décor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and
has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician
at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a
physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at
so much for hosting me on your blog today, Tina!
Santa Bargain is my new contemporary romance novel. It’s a holiday
romance about a relationship-phobic single mom and the equally
commitment-shy guy who agrees to be Santa in their small town’s
holiday parade. In order to get Joe to agree, though, Maria has to
strike a bargain that promises to heat up the holidays.
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for checking it out. Have a merry and bright holiday season!
The Santa Bargain
gifts can be both nice…and naughty.
entrepreneur, Maria Thompson, has sworn off men ever since her young
son’s father walked out of their lives. But, when she literally
runs into sexy carpenter, Joe Sinclair, she wonders if it’s time to
rethink her plan.
Sinclair doesn’t need or want romance or a family. He was raised in
the foster care system and learned long ago not to get attached to
anyone. Now, if he could just remember that, he could put the sensual
owner of Copper River, Colorado’s new coffee shop out of his mind.
Maria and Joe volunteer to work together on the town’s first
Christmas festival, their attraction lights up brighter than a new a
string of holiday lights. When Santa comes to town, will they finally
find everything they’ve ever wished for under the tree?
to lighten the mood, he cleared his throat. “I bet Zach is looking
forward to Santa’s visit. The holiday is coming up fast.”
watched a soft smile spread across Maria’s face. “Yes, he is.
He’s at that perfect age for Santa – too old to be afraid, but
still young enough to believe in the magic of the season.”
must be working some magic of her own on him because Joe felt the
warmth of her smile all the way to his toes. He grinned, remembering
his own excitement as he awaited Santa’s visit when he was Zach’s
age. “Has he told St. Nick what he wants for Christmas yet?”
been waiting until the festival to take him to see Santa because the
big guy is supposed to show up there. That is, if I can ever find
someone to actually be
Santa.” Maria clamped her mouth shut.
saw a glint come into her eyes as she tilted her head to one side,
then squinted at him like she was appraising a prize show horse.
really didn’t like the way she’d started looking at him. He could
practically see the image in her mind – and, in it, he was all
decked out in a red suit. He put his mug down on the counter so fast
it made a clinking noise as he held up his hands. “Oh no, don’t
get any ideas, Maria. I’m the last guy who should be Santa.”
Joe, I think you’d make a perfect St. Nick.”
swear her voice had dropped by at least an octave. The new throaty
tone made his groin twitch.
picked up her spoon and slowly slid it between her lips. He watched
her tongue sweep out to lick a droplet of coffee from it, and he
fought to keep from groaning. No matter how hard he tried, he
couldn’t pull his gaze from her mouth.
know, I’ve been thinking…if you were Santa, I could be your elf,”
she continued in her sultry voice. “Who knows? You might be very
happy with what you find under your Christmas tree this year.”
suppressed a smile as he thought about that. How she could make being
a festival Santa sound enticing was beyond him, but she was managing.
Joe was very nearly tempted to tell her he would do it, but he held
back and waited to see if she’d sweeten the deal.
Robin Michaela has
been reading romances since her teen years, when she first snuck her
aunt’s copy of The Flame and the Flower, by Kathleen
She’s married to
her own Handsome Prince (a military airman) and has lived everywhere
from the sunny shores of Florida to the wild crags of the Colorado
Rocky Mountains. By day, she’s a dental hygienist and by night,
Robin can be found eating chocolate, training for her next half
marathon, and crafting her next novel (although not necessarily in
For those of you who know me as a romance writer, you maybe wondering why I'm doing a new series of blogs on Blair Upper Cervical Chiropractic Health.
Part of the reason is because my book "Marketing Exec's Widow" has a chiropractor as the hero.
The other is because I have used a Blair Chiropractor for years and wanted more people to learn how it can help you deal with pain.
How Does a Vertebral Subluxation Affect Your Health?
Our spine consists of 24 spinal bones
stacked one on top
of the other. The head sits at the top
of the spine and the
pelvis at the bottom. Spinal bones are
The vertebrae surround and protect the
which is the main "communication
cable" the brain uses
to send messages to and from the cells
of the body. The
spinal cord connects to the brain at
the top of the neck
while nerves exit between each of the
Nerves are like wires, connecting the
spinal cord to the
rest of the body.
Vertebrae can become misaligned due to
trauma and other
stresses (physical, chemical,
emotional, etc.) causing a
“short circuit” to the nerve system
interfering with the
communications between the brain and
This is called a vertebral
subluxation. This always causes a
decrease in health, function and
Within the Chiropractic profession,
there are many
different approaches that chiropractors
use with their
patients. These different approaches
What makes Blair Upper Cervical care
unique is that it
will restore function and longevity
with gentle, specific
adjustments of the Upper Cervical spine
only when an
adjustment is needed. Chiropractors
subluxations with specific adjustments.
The right adjustment at the right
time makes allthe difference.
What is Blair Upper Cervical?
Blair Upper Cervical care is designed
to help you regain
health, function and longevity with the
of adjustments. It is extremely
effective and efficient,
saving time and money, restoring health
The Upper Neck
Research and clinical studies spanning
over 60 years have
found that if there is a vertebral
subluxation at the top of
the neck, the entire spine and body
become unstable and
unhealthy. These studies have also
shown that if the upper
neck is precisely adjusted, the spine
and body will regain health.
X-Rays, CT Scans & Adjusting
The Blair system is the most advanced
study of the neck in all of
chiropractic or medicine. A
series of x-rays or a computerized scan
allows the Blair
practitioner to analyze the joints of
the neck in great
detail and formulate a precise,
unique for each individual.
What Does This Mean to You?
At our clinic, you can be sure you will
highest technical quality of specific
upper cervical care
in a caring environment. You can be
certain that all of
our efforts will be directed at helping
health, function and longevity with the
of adjusting possible. With the upper
corrected properly, you can avoid the
repeated adjustments. You will "Live
Long and Prosper".
Williams G. Blair, D.C.
Blair Upper Cervical care is named
after its founder, the
late Dr. Blair, who had his clinic in
The work of Dr. Blair was based on the
work developed by Dr. B.J. Palmer,
the Palmer College of Chiropractic and
Upper Cervical Specific care. It is to
these two great
men that we owe our thanks for the
ability to serve our
patients with his wonderful work.
ATLAS and AXIS
The upper two bones of the spine (Atlas
and Axis) are
held in place only by muscles and
ligaments. There are
no bony locks on these segments. These
two can be
moved out of their normal positions and
on the brain stem. This is the cause
of sickness and
dis-ease in the body – the symptoms
on which nerve tracks are squeezed or
the normal flow of energy or mental
impulse from the
brain stem (medulla oblongata) to the
This is my Chiropractor, who practices in Southern California.
About Dr. James Philip Fiore, D.C.
Dr. James Philip Fiore, D.C. was
born in Brooklyn, New
York and grew up on Long Island.
He is a graduate of
St. John’s University, with a B.A. in
Education. He moved to California
in 1979. He obtained
his doctorate in Chiropractic from Los
of Chiropractic in 1988. He continued
his studies on
specific Upper Cervical
Chiropractic with some of the
most renowned Upper
Cervical Chiropractors in the
field – Dr. Steven Duff, Dr. David
Smith, Dr. Weldon
Muncy, Dr. Dan Kuhn and Dr. Reggie
Gold, to name a few.
Dr. Fiore uses the most advanced
technology to determine
how to make the correction specific to
Dr. Fiore has
been a Chiropractor since 1988. He has
served as secretary for the Golden
Association and is a member of the
Foundation for the
Advancement of Chiropractic Education.
He is a
member of the Blair Chiropractic
Society and the
Federation of Straight Chiropractic.
3D Image Scanning
Dr. Fiore uses an incredible 3D CBT
of the Cervical Spine to reveal any
This gives Dr. Fiore extremely detailed
that is not available on any other
Dr. Fiore is only one of a few
Chiropractors in the
world using this advanced equipment to
diagnose areas that most other
I hope this help you better understand how Blair Upper Cervical Care can help you. If you have question feel free to leave them in the comment section and I will get my chiropractor - James to answer your questions. Also, feel free to email him at email@example.com
Thank you for so much for hosting me today on your blog. And
thanks to all of you that are joining the Happy Holiday Exchange. I
hope you enjoy the tour. I’m sure you will find some great reads to
keep you company this holiday season.
Me Into Temptation
Webster is a bride on the run. The last thing she wants is to get
married, especially to a stranger twice her age. However, agreeing to
be a mail-order bride had been her only option and it paid the steep
passage to San Francisco so she could locate her father. She’d find
him too, if only her betrothed’s son would stay out of her way.
Sutherlin is on a mission. Delivering the striking, ebony haired
beauty to his father’s doorstep not only paid off his debt, the
effort would grant him freedom from the man’s condescending hold.
As far as he’s concerned, Miss Webster made her own bed.
his father will be the one to lie beside her.
A surprised gasp escaped her as hope stirred, fluttering like the
wings of a butterfly in her stomach. “But you’re not…no, you
can’t be.” Confused, she searched his face. “Are you my
locked onto his gaze. She saw something she couldn’t quite read in
the darkened depths. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it was, the emotion
quickly faded and was replaced by a clear veil of distrust.
little dove, I’m not,” he stated firmly. “Or should I call you
cunning fox? Not that it matters.” He shrugged. “You are marrying
blood froze. Spoken out loud, the direness of her situation
magnified. She was spoken for. Promised to his kin. A man twice her
age, and, other than two corresponding letters, a faceless stranger.
a moment, she’d actually longed for the possibility of the man
standing before her being her future husband. Even embraced it. And
cunning fox? The words stung only because they spoke the truth.
painful, but honest depiction. At the moment, she felt anything but
trustful. Yet, how could he know of her intentions? Didn’t matter.
The search for her father trumped snide insinuations and witty
tag-names, regardless of how true they might be.
we continue to our quarters?” he asked, shattering her thoughts and
breaking the silence.
I have a choice?” she questioned sharply, more upset at herself
than his request. Unable to hold her tongue, she blurted, “And in
regards to your blatant questioning of my character, perhaps you are
right. However, considering the fact I feel as if I’ve been caught
in a trap, the word cunning
is hardly accurate.”
quick retort brought forth a low rumble of laughter and a boyish
grin, softening the hard, jagged scar under his eye. In response, her
pulse spiked and a cool sheen of perspiration dampened her skin.
easily swayed by a man’s charms, certainly not a mere smile, she
questioned the reaction. With her mind reeling, she continued
planning a course of escape.
she had one more reason she couldn’t possibly marry into this
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Today I have my spotlight
on Unholy Alliance by
Kathleen Rowland who says, “Thanks a bunch for hosting me for the
Happy Holiday exchange.”
Kathleen loves the process
of writing and never rushes it with abandon. She wants her
characters and their stories to resonate and please readers. Unholy
Alliance is the second book of the Donahue
Cousins Series. A third is in the works.
A decade ago, Tori Rourke,
and her cousin, Vivienne, ran from the Irish mob after witnessing a
brutal murder. Tori was framed by the mob, and while she served time
in prison, she worried that the killer, Seamus McGinn, had kidnapped
her missing cousin.
Attorney Grady D. Fletcher, defender of
the wrongly condemned, appeals Tori’s case and wins her release.
Now, going by Victoria Morningstar, she runs a food truck from a
seedy waterfront neighborhood, hoping to find her cousin's
When Grady agrees to defend a new client, Samuel
Peterson, who’s been accused of beating to death the wife of a
noted professor, the evidence mounts. The professor is missing, as
well as his laptop that contains data dangerous to national
And Seamus McGinn is back, and rumors of a massive
annihilation is about to begin. As they race to assist the FBI, the
bonds between Grady and Tori are about to be tested. It becomes clear
Grady and Tori are falling fast for each other, but what to do about
it is a different story. He’s a divorced dad who wants more time
with his kid. She brings danger to his front door.
questions of his own; Is Vivienne at the center of the mob’s
operation? How much will it cost Tori before she learns the truth?
All Grady knows is the biggest danger is the one standing right
* * *
Kathleen says, “Hey
friends, I’m sending this excerpt, a thingy that takes place when
Tori invites Grady to visit her food truck, Deep Fried to Taste.
Ta! Hope you like him.”
Grady double-arm waved at her. It
was as if he were a two-dimensional character in a dream. Handsome.
As upstanding as any man could be. Her legs gave way. The figure in
the distance did that, and she grabbed the counter. Dizzy and short
of breath, she chastised herself for holding on to the romantic
notions she fantasized about a hundred times a day. She stuck her
head out the window. “I’m coming out.”
Grady met her on the stairs and
offered a hand. The closer he got, the harder it was to concentrate
on stepping down. His killer smile showed off two sexy dimples when
he said, “It’s noon.”
“Good noon to you.” She
gulped. Readying herself for conversation, she took his hand, rose on
her toes, and sniffed. “Hmmm, what is that? Shaving lotion? Man
He chuckled, and a weird electric
awareness went off in her chest. In slow motion, it cracked open
slowly, sent out sparkly runners to forgotten girl parts, and pulsed
She pulled her shoulders back and
lifted her chin. Their gazes locked. Her hair loosened from her
bandana. “Drat, I’m a chef. Hair is supposed to stay put.” She
took it off, placed the center of the bandana on the nape of her neck
and tied a knot on the top of her head.
He reached to help tuck the ends
under. “You’re so darn cute.”
“Oooo, that scent. Are you going
to tell me what it is?”
des Baux Eau.”
The warm, deep sound of his voice sent more sensations of want right
through her. Behind him, the sun stretched a bit higher and seemed to
shine just on him. “You like it?”
“I sure do. Vanilla. You smell
like a cookie.” Her heart thudded harder than it should.
“Do you like cookies?” He bent
his head for a kiss.
She kissed Mr. Good Noon with the
wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath
hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set
sights on a man way out of her league. The glow dimmed, and the
warmth backed off. “Care to look at my menu?” She stepped closer
to the blackboard.
“Now you’re speaking my
language. I’m starving.” He raised his eyebrows and the corners
of his mouth lifted. “Pimento cheeseburger corn dog.”
“That’s my great food
“I can see why. It blends two
favorites, the cheeseburger, and the corn dog.
the author, Kathleen Rowland, and her dark and dangerous world of
Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced,
high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their
hearts. Writing a romantic suspense series for Tirgearr Publishing,
Deadly Alliance is
followed by Unholy Alliance.
in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling
Kathleen used to write
computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where
she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on
Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband,
Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in
exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s
poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent
with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors.
While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she
appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy secrets
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Welcome to Shadow Valley where the
Dirty Angels MC rule. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this
is Zak’s story…
After spending the
last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few
priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and
to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning
woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s
strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.
Sophie has no
idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on
building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake
to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration
for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking
that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her
a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead
with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.
When a decades old
territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to
keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two
different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the
Sophie had no idea
what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on
building her bakery business, and the next?
She closed her eyes
and groaned. Somehow the next, she’s being pulled through a crowd
of rowdy bikers and their “bitches” in the cold night air,
heading toward a roaring bonfire that appeared to be made up of a
mountain of wood pallets. The flames licked halfway to heaven.
As Zak strode
forward, Sophie leaned back trying to slow him down a bit. She was
wearing her very favorite suede knee-high boots. The brown ones that
had a really nice heel on them that made her legs look longer. And
slimmer. Because that was important, too. However, the heel didn’t
make it easy to walk in the dark over stones, dead grass and rough
patches of dirt.
She had a feeling
she would end up on her ass. She should have worn sneakers instead.
she wasn’t trying to impress anyone here.
She didn’t even
want to be here in the first place.
How the hell did
she even end up here tonight?
The man currently
hauling her around left pissed off last night and she had no clue why
he even insisted on pursuing her... pursuing this. Whatever the hell
The worst part was
she had shut down the bakery early, locked the door, turned off all
the lights, and went upstairs to hide just in case he did show
up at eight. Like he had threatened.
eight-oh-five came around and he hadn’t shown up, she had breathed
a sigh of relief. But then, she should have realized that bikers
probably weren’t prompt or watched the time. Life apparently
revolved around them, not the clock.
Nope, fuck everyone
So, she left the
lights off in her apartment, too, and wearing a pair of yoga pants
and an old, soft sweatshirt, she sank onto her couch to catch up on
Well, that was
until there was a man in black standing before her, hands on his
And if that didn’t
make her scream and her heart beat a million miles a minute, nothing
She had no idea how
he got in or why she didn’t hear him. Maybe he was right about the
shop needing better security.
She needed it just
to keep him out.
But as he stood
over her, her stomach dropped—once it stopped spinning. Holy
Hannah, even in the glow of the TV he looked good with his badass
clothes, his badass tats, and his badass bod.
He jerked his
stubbled chin in her direction. “That what you’re wearing?”
“How did you get
“Told you I’d
be here at eight.”
She raised her
eyebrows in disbelief. “I locked the door.”
“I know. Diesel
will be makin’ your place more secure.”
He knew someone
named after fuel. Okay, then.
That what you’re wearin’?”
She looked down at
her clothes, then back up at him. He was judging her
clothing choices? “Uh, no. I’m not going.”
He blinked slowly
as if trying to keep his patience. “Babe.”
Maybe he should be
more worried about her patience. “My name is Sophie.”
“Know what your
“Babe is a pig in
She swore she heard
him snort. Though, it sounded much sexier than a pig.
About the Author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today
bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two).
She was only thirteen when she started writing and her first paid
published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged
Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French
bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a
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