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The small town was supposed to be safe…
Kate Landry is tired of running. Thinking she’s safe, she settles in the small logging town of Chester, California to manage a cafe. She may be keeping a low profile, but she’s hoping to return to a normal life. When FBI agent Kyle Donovan visits to Chester to stay with a friend, and to recover from his latest case, he never expects to meet sexy barista Kate.
But someone is following Kate…
Kyle worries he brought trouble to her door, while Kate worries her dark past is coming after her.
With danger lurking around every corner, her safe haven isn’t as safe as she’d thought. Kate will finally have to trust someone enough to tell him her secrets. Secrets that may just get them killed…
She knew better than most that some guys couldn’t let go…
When they got back to the stairs leading up to her apartment, they stopped. The awkward silence was broken when they both spoke at the same time.
“Hey Kate, I’m so sorry I said…”
“Did you want to come upstairs?”
They both laughed at how awkward they were, and her words hit him.
She smiled. Putting her hands on his chest, she rose up to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. His shock wore off quickly, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up to him. She laughed against his kiss, but when his bulge found her sweet spot, she moaned into his mouth. It had been far too long for her.
His hand slid down to her thigh, and he lifted her leg up to his hip. The kiss changed. The angle changed. It was deeper. He pulled her tighter against him. His hand left her waist and was on its way up her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. By the time he reached her neck, he slid his fingers through her hair and palmed her head. He held her there so she couldn’t move, and he plundered her mouth with his.
She nipped his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth for a second, having him instantly reaching down to his belt. But he stopped. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and leaned his forehead against hers.
They were both breathing heavily.
“Why’d you stop?”
His eyelids lifted, and he looked at her quietly for a moment before answering. “Are you sure about this?”
Kate stepped back. “Are you…not? I mean, I’m not normally so forward, but I thought we both felt…”
Kyle cut her off. “Kate, stop, you’re perfect. It’s not you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is this where you tell me it’s not me, it’s you? Because seriously, I expected better from you.”
“No. Shit, Kate, that’s not what I was going to say. I’m fucking this all up.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I get it. You’re not interested. No hard feelings.” She had started edging up the stairs to her apartment while he’d been talking. Now she was almost halfway up.
Kyle followed her up. “Kate, that’s not what I meant. Just stop for a second.”
Kate had made it to her door when Kyle froze. Something had him turning around and scanning the dark night.
Kate noticed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Kate, get inside now.” The command was quiet, but it rang with enough authority that she quickly unlocked her door and slipped inside.
“Don’t turn on any lights. Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone but me. I’ll be right back.”
“What’s going on, Kyle?” Kate figured she ought to whisper.
He never looked at her, his eyes still scanning the night. “I’ll be right back.” He moved his hand to his hip. Did he have a gun? Holy crap, who was this guy? She’d gathered that he was a Navy SEAL, but she didn’t know much else. Well, that’s what happened when you asked out a stranger.
Mistletoe, Mobsters, and Mozzarella
Finding a body in the freezer of the family deli isn’t the way Madonna San Valentino planned to start her day.
Adding insult to injury, the investigating detective is the one guy she’s never been able to forget. After seven minutes of heaven in the back seat of his car when they were teenagers, Tony Roma skipped town without so much as a thanks for the memory.
Just when Madonna thinks the present situation can’t get any worse, Tony is ordered to go undercover at the deli to ferret out a killer. Forced to work together, she vows to keep their relationship cool and professional. But with the sexy, longing looks he tosses her at every turn, Madonna’s resolve is weakening.With Christmas drawing closer and Tony’s investigation taking an unexpected turn, Madonna is at her wit’s end. Can she really be falling for him again? And will he wind up leaving her broken hearted and alone like the last time?
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D*mn Near Perfect by Nancy Fraser
Beth Andrews has given up on ever finding a happily-ever-after. Still smarting from a bitter divorce, she’s decided the only thing she truly needs is sex.
Unfortunately, wanting sex and actually finding it are two very different things.
Jonathan Tucker is perfectly satisfied with his bachelor lifestyle. He has a wonderful career, a kick-ass new condo, and any woman he wants. As often as he wants. At twenty-seven, he’s convinced he’s living life exactly as it should be.
Will the older, albeit sexy, ad executive and the handsome, talented artist both find there’s more to life than what they have now? Or, will they be satisfied with what the both claim to want—d*mn near perfect sex!
Warning: This book contains language and sexual situations some readers may find HAWT!
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Beth lit the tapered candles and opened a bottle of expensive red wine so it could breathe. Harry would be there at any minute. Always prompt, the investment banker was finally going to get what he’d been hinting at on their last two dates.
Everything set, they’d have a quick dinner, a bit of serious foreplay, some hot sex and maybe—just maybe—she’d be asleep before her upstairs neighbor came home.
The security buzzer chimed Harry Patterson’s arrival. The hand-carved clock in the foyer cuckooed seven times. Checking her appearance in the hallway mirror, Beth pressed the release switch on the outside entrance and opened her apartment door in anticipation.
Moments later, the elevator door slid open and Harry, decked out as always in a two-thousand-dollar Armani suit, stepped into the hall. Beth could see another man standing just inside the elevator. The stranger raised his head and their gazes met. He smiled, a teasingly devilish grin, and then he winked at her. His gaze swept over her, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Harry, damn him, came forward, his approach blocking her line of vision, stealing from her a last glimpse of one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen, interrupting the wave of warmth flooding her body
“Beth, darling. How have you been?” Harry asked, his voice filled with arrogant indifference.
Okay, enough small talk. Let’s eat and then hit the sack.
Rather than voice her conscience’s desire for immediate action, she said instead, “I’m fine, Harry. How about you?”
“As good as can be expected, given the state of the market lately. Are those investments I recommended holding up for you?”
“They’re fine, I guess. I really don’t keep track.”
She could see shock and disappointment in the darkening of his gaze.
“Really, Beth, you’ve got to pay more attention. You’re not getting any younger you know. And, given what you lost in the divorce settlement, it’s imperative you start rebuilding your portfolio.”
“It’s only been a year or two. And, I’m not that old.”
He took a step closer and laid his palm against her cheek. His hands were soft, she noticed, probably softer than her own. She tried to imagine how they’d feel caressing her body, yet the image wouldn’t come. She closed her eyes and waited. Instead of conjuring up a picture of the two of them engaged in a steamy clinch, she saw the man in the elevator, his grin taunting her, his gaze assessing her.
Most men, she realized, would take the demure closing of her eyes, the subtle show of submission, as encouragement. Not Harry.
Rather than suggest skipping their meal altogether, he asked, “What’s for dinner?”
NANCY FRASER—Jumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.
Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.
Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published over thirty books in full-length, novella, and short format.
When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
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She’s the maid of honor. He’s the best man. Both are keeping secrets from the other.
The long-requested sequel to Maddie James’ first published novel, Roses & Rawhide!
Readers wanted to know…
What happened to Jillie and Mack’s relationship at the end of Roses & Rawhide?
Why did Jillie go back to Kentucky?
Will they get back together? What’s their story?
While Kim Martin and Thad Winchester find their happily-ever-after in Roses & Rawhide, their best friends, Jillie Abernathy and Mack Montgomery, end their sleeping-bag-sharing relationship during the rugged, two-week pack trip into the Colorado San Juan mountains.
But when Kim and Thad host their wedding at Thad’s Colorado ranch a few months later, Mack and Jillie must come face-to-face with reality—and with each other. She’s the maid of honor. He’s the best man. Both are harboring secrets—secrets that could break a potential future relationship if they both avoid telling the truth.
Can they reveal those secrets to each other? And if so, can they get past the withheld truths to plan a future together?
Mack exhaled. “The company is a multi-billion-dollar international business, Jillie. I’m the CEO for Montgomery Oil out of San Antonio, a Fortune 500 company.”
Jillie felt her face screw up. He was the CEO of an oil company? “Oil?” It was the only word she could squeak out.
“In San Antonio.”
“That’s Texas. You own a Texas oil company? Did you say multi-billion?”
“Then you’re…” She unwound her legs and stood. The afghan dropped to the floor. Only one way to say it. “Rich.” She glanced about and tossed up her hands. “Of course, you are. Look at this house!” She picked up the afghan and wrapped it around her shoulders again, paced away from the sofa, turned, and glared. “You’re rich. You’re a billionaire. You are goddamn rich?”
“Can you say anything else but yes?” The question came out a little louder and more forceful than she intended. “You’re a freaking billionaire?”
“I suppose you could say that.”
“Well, the company is worth billions. Me? It’s debatable but let’s just say I’m very comfortable. It’s not like having money is a bad thing, Jillie.”
She faced him. All this time she thought him a real-life cowboy. Did it matter that he wasn’t? That he was stinking rich and had failed to tell her that? But why would he? She imagined that might be a difficult thing to work into regular conversation. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mack stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. “It’s all true.”
She stood stone still and glared. “You were rich last summer.”
Exhaling, Mack took a few steps forward and reached for her arms. Jillie jerked back. “Jillie, yes. My family has been well-off all my life. However, I know hard work, so don’t think I’m just a guy in a suit. I grew up on a cattle ranch and I did rodeo like my brothers most of my growing up years. I am a cowboy, a rancher, through and through. Dad made sure we understood the value of hard work and I have mucked stalls and rode fences and moved cattle with the best of them. But I also went to college and got an MBA. I worked hard. And when the time came to go back home, when my dad needed me, I did. I left Colorado for a while, stopped working with Thad, and finally made use of that degree.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me? Why did you let me believe you were Thad’s ranch manager? I don’t understand what the big deal is.” She paused then and stared into his eyes. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh. You didn’t tell me because you thought all I was after was a cowboy conquest. If I knew you were a billionaire, I might also be a gold-digger, huh? Only after your money?”
He stepped closer. “No, Jillie, actually, that wasn’t it at all.”
“I’m not sure I believe you—but to tell you the truth, I can understand it if you did think that.”
“Well, it wasn’t that.”
“Because I didn’t want to be a CEO those two weeks, Jillie. I went on that pack trip because Thad was short-handed, yes, but mostly because I needed a break from Corporate America. I took a two-week vacation and gladly handed over my cell phone. My younger brother took the reins while I was gone, and with dad’s help on the sidelines, he was fine. All I wanted to do was play cowboy again for a while and disappear into the mountains. I didn’t want to talk about my other life. No cares, just me and my horse and the trail.” He peered deep into her eyes, then shifted his gaze over her shoulder, thinking. His voice lowered. “I just hadn’t counted on you.”
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Maddie James writes to silence the people in her head—if only they wouldn’t all talk at once!
From flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles—often mixed with a dash of suspense or a hint of paranormal—James pens stories that frequently blend a variety of romantic sub-genres. The happily-ever-after, of course, is non-negotiable.
Affaire de Coeur says, “James shows a special talent for traditional romance,” and RT Book Reviews claims, “James deftly combines romance and suspense.” Maddie is the award-winning author of over fifty titles of fiction—from short stories to novels—and a Top 100 Amazon Bestselling Author. Learn more at http://www.maddiejames.net.
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A Navy SEAL on leave. A neuroscientist in danger.
And one dance that tangles their destiny.
A stranger has been warning me about my research for the government. My coworkers tell me not to worry, but it bothers me. I can’t let it show, though. This is my first time as a project lead. At least, a weekend wedding in Newport promises a much needed escape.
But when I come face to face with Angelo DeMarchis, who’s now a SEAL corpsman, that illusion shatters.
He’s the one who got away.
And he’s grown even sexier after all these years.
That’s when I realize I’m in even more trouble.
And once again, the price might be my heart.
I’ve needed this leave for a long time, but the memories haunt me no matter where I go.
Even at a wedding–a happy occasion–where I run into a woman from my past.
Catherine has become even hotter since high school. I wouldn’t mind spending every minute I’m home with her.
There’s only one problem.
Her research has gotten her into trouble.
She downplays the warnings, but I’m not buying it.
I have ten days to make sure she’s safe.
She’s mine and I won’t let anyone get to her.
This time I’m playing for keeps.
If you like second-chance romances spiced with steam and suspense, read the Anchor Me series by USA Today bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Navy SEALs, Marines, and hometown heroes — each who encounters his most complicated mission yet when he will find a woman from his past challenges his plans for his future.
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The Well Paired series by Marianne Rice is one I’ve been reading since the beginning. I love this small town and the people who live here. SOMETHING MORE is Mia’s story and I cant wait to dive in and see what Ms. Rice has in store for the wild party girl.
Mia Parker needs to reassess her wild lifestyle, get back to her lost passion for writing and drawing. At a quiet beach, she gathers inspiration, finding it in a stranger with mischievous dark chocolate eyes and a quirky passion for marine life. But the more time they spend together the more stoic and mysterious he becomes.
FBI agent Ryan Thorne shut everyone out of his life after a devastating loss six years ago. Safeguarding his emotions and feelings, limiting his interaction with people is the only way he can keep those around him safe. Being unreachable, unlikeable is his MO until Mia gets under his skin. Her snark, her sass, and her persistent nature have Ryan doing things he swore he’d never do again. Like laugh… and open his heart. He finds he likes it, and her, a little too much.
But loving her will put her in danger. It’s a cost too high. A risk he’s not willing to take. The only way to keep her safe is to walk away…but his heart marches to a beat of its own.
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Love. How could she be in love when she barely knew the man? Two months was not long enough to fall so hard and make her insides feel like they had been ripped into a million pieces.
Remembering how quickly her friends fell, maybe it was long enough. But they’d spent time with their husbands—their then love interests for days, weeks. They’d gone out on dates.
Heck, Lily even got Ty to go to the drive-in. He hated watching movies with people, but their first time out he went to a double-feature.
Grace spent a lot of time at Brady’s house helping take care of his mother, and Ben flew across the country for Alexis. What had Ryan done for Mia? What had she done for him?
They had just sex and then went on their merry way.
She blinked away the tears and noticed the books on the shelf across from her. Okay, so Ryan sent her two small gifts. Two perfectly perfect gifts that meant more to her than flowers or jewelry.
He may know her well, but she didn’t know him, which didn’t explain why she hurt so much. When her tears had dried, she dragged herself to another shower and went to bed. It didn’t matter that it was only seven-thirty.
There was no point staying up when all she wanted to do was close her eyes and either forget she ever met Agent Ryan Thorne, or dream about him for the rest of her life.
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Marianne Rice is the author of more than nineteen small-town romance novels set in rural New England towns. She loves high heels, reading romance, scarfing down dark chocolate, gulping wine, and Chris Hemsworth. Oh, and her husband and three children. You can follow her all over social media, and keep up to tabs with her latest releases on her website: http://www.mariannerice.com
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Elite bodyguard and P.I. Rick Bannerman’s job is to protect. He doesn’t get emotional with his clients, but when a woman from his past is threatened, his next job becomes personal.
Family lawyer Abigail Laine is the target of a client’s vengeful husband, but refuses Rick’s offer of protection. He walked away from her four years ago, and she swore to forget him.
Now her reluctance to accept his help could cost Abby her life.
“Right there.” She aimed her fork at him as if it were a spear. “Perfect example. You know I hate being called Abigail. I’ve lost count of the hundreds of times I’ve told you and you still do it, knowing it pisses me off. And”—she cut him off before he could speak— “your usual response is to lift your hands and say ‘and still’ when you’re called on it. Who does that? What kind of person persistently and purposefully annoys people?”
“So you’re saying I’m intentionally annoying?”
“Persistently, so. Yes. Makes the lawyer in me wonder why.”
Just the lawyer? “Any answers come to mind?”
“Care to share?”
She placed her fork down next to her plate and regarded him across the table. “You really want to hear this? Because if you know anything about me, you know I’m truthful. I don’t hold back.”
Oh, he was sure she didn’t. And wouldn’t. Her tenacity was one of the things he’d first been drawn to.
That and her fabulous ass.
“I’m a big boy,” he said with a grin. “I can take it.
She took a sip of water first, her eyes trained on him the entire time. “Okay. If you really want to hear this.”
He waved his hand for her to continue.
“I think you use your cocky, aren’t-I-simply-too- witty attitude to keep people at a distance.”
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer!
When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, Peggy is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.
As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go “What??!”
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Twins on the way change everything!
Firefighter Liam McBride is back in Loon Lake for the summer, and Ellie Harding, his sister’s childhood friend—and cancer survivor—is perfectly willing to shelve her dreams of a forever family while they have a fling. But then they find out she’s pregnant—with twins! Are they on the path toward happiness? Or a collision course toward heartbreak?
The sunshine streaming in through his uncovered windows made the highlights in her shiny hair glow, and he itched to run his fingers through all those dark and reddish strands. He tried to think of a word to describe it and couldn’t. Brown was too plain a term to describe all that lustrous silk.
“What color is your hair?” Oh man, had he actually asked that out loud? What was wrong with him?
“What?” She gave him a quizzical look.
He shrugged and hoped his face wasn’t as flushed as it felt. “Meg has a thing about people calling her hair red and I, uh, just wondered if you had a name for your color like she does.”
She ran a hand over her hair. “It’s chestnut. Why?”
He nodded, but didn’t answer her question. He’d embarrassed himself enough for one day. “Are you planning on telling me why you’re here?”
She rubbed her hands on her thighs and drew in a deep breath. “I know we decided this summer was no strings attached, but—”
“About that, Ellie, I—”
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