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Welcome to Moonlight Harbor

WELCOME TO MOONLIGHT HARBOR by Sheila Roberts, Women’s Fiction, 400 pp., $7.99 (Paperback) $6.99
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Welcome to Moonlight Harbor

Author: Sheila Roberts

Publisher: Harlequin MIRA

Pages: 400

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Once-happily married Jenna Jones is about to turn forty, and this
year for her birthday – lucky her – she’s getting a divorce. She’s
barely able to support herself and her teenage daughter, but now her
deadbeat artist ex is hitting her up for spousal support…and then
spending it on his “other” woman.

Still, Jenna is determined follow her mother’s philosophy – every
storm brings a rainbow. And when she gets a very unexpected gift from
her great Aunt Edie, things seem to be taking a turn for the better.
Aging aunt Edie is finding it difficult to keep up her business running
The Driftwood Inn, so she invites Jenna to come live with her and run
the place. It looks like Jenna’s financial problems are solved!Or not. The town is a little more run-down than Jenna remembered, but
that’s nothing compared to the ramshackle state of The Driftwood Inn.
Aunt Edie is confident they can return it to its former glory, though
Jenna feels like she’s jumped from the proverbial frying pan into the
beach fire.

But who knows? With the help of her new friends and a couple of
handsome citizens, perhaps that rainbow is on the horizon after all.
Because, no matter what, life is always good at the beach.

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 Chapter 1
To Do:
Clean office
Dentist at noon
Drop Sabrina off at Mom’s
Meet everyone at Casa Roja at 6
Or just tell them I’ve got bubonic plague and cancel
four women seated at a corner booth in the Mexican restaurant were getting
increasingly noisier with each new round of drinks. Cinco de Mayo had come and
gone, but these ladies still had something to celebrate, as they were all
dressed in slinky tops over skinny jeans and body-con dresses, killer shoes,
and wearing boas. There were four of them, all pretty, all still in their
thirties. Except the guest of honor, who was wearing a black dress, a sombrero
and a frown. She was turning forty.
was going to take a while for her to get as jovial as the others (like about a
million years) considering what she’d just gotten for her birthday. A divorce.
to being free of rotten scum-sucking, cheating husbands,” toasted Celeste,
sister of the guest of honor. She was thirty-five, single, and always in a
party mood.
birthday girl, Jenna Jones, formerly Jenna Petit, took another sip of her
mojito. She could get completely sloshed if she wanted. She wasn’t driving and
she didn’t have to worry about setting a good example for her daughter,
Sabrina, who was spending the night with Grandma. Later, if they could still
work their cell phones, the gang would be calling Uber and getting driven home
and poured into their houses or, in the case of sister Celeste, apartments, so
there was no need to worry about driving drunk. But Jenna wasn’t a big drinker,
even when she was in a party mood, and tonight she was as far from that as a
woman could get.
was there to party about when you were getting divorced and turning (ick!)
forty? Still, that mojito was going down pretty easily. And she was inhaling
the chips and salsa. At the rate she was going she’d be getting five extra
pounds for her birthday as well as a divorce.
think, you can make a whole new start,” said her best friend Brittany.
Brittany was happily married with three kids. What did she know
about new starts? Still, she was trying to put a positive spin on things.
who knows? Maybe the second time around you’ll meet a business tycoon” said
Jenna’s other bestie, Vanita.
someone who works at Amazon and owns lots of stock,” put in Celeste.
take the stock in a heartbeat,” Jenna said, “but I’m so over men.” She’d given
up on love. Maybe, judging from the chewed fingernails and grown-out highlights
in her hair, she’d given up on herself, too. She felt shipwrecked. What was the
point of building a rescue fire? The next ship to come along would probably
also flounder.
you’re over
man,” Brittany corrected. “You can’t
give up on the whole species because of one loser. You don’t want to go through
the rest of your life celibate.” She shuddered as if celibacy was akin to
there’s some good ones out there somewhere,” said Vanita, who, at thirty-six,
was still single and looking. “They’re just hiding,” she added with a guffaw,
and took another drink of her Margarita.
for sure,” Celeste agreed, who was also looking now that This-is-it
Relationship Number Three had died. With her green eyes, platinum hair, pouty
lips and perfect body, it probably wouldn’t take her long to find a replacement.
“Men. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t …” Her brows furrowed. “Live with ‘em.”
hadn’t been able to live with hers, that was for sure, not once she learned Mr.
Sensitive Artist had another muse on the side – a redhead who painted murals
and was equally sensitive. And had big boobs. That had nothing to do with why
they were together, Damien had insisted. They were soul mates.
he’d said the same thing to Jenna once. It looked like some souls could have as
many mates as they wanted.
Petit, handsome, charming… rat. When they first got together Jenna had
thought he was brilliant. They’d met at a club in the U District. He’d been the
darling of the University of Washington Art Department. He’d looked like a work
of art, himself, with brooding eyes and the perfectly chiseled features of a
marble statue. She’d been going to school to become a massage therapist. She,
who had never gotten beyond painting tiles and decorating cakes, had been in
awe. A real artist. His medium was un-recyclable detritus. Junk.
bad she hadn’t seen the symbolism in that back when they first got together.
All she’d seen was his creativity.
was seeing that in full bloom now. Damien had certainly found a creative way to
support himself and his new woman – on spousal support from Jenna.
She’d barely be able to support herself and Sabrina once the dust settled.
the court had deemed that she had been the main support of the family and poor,
struggling artist Damien needed transitional help while he readied himself to
get out there in the big, bad world and earn money on his own. Her reward for
being the responsible one in the marriage was to support the irresponsible one.
So now, he was living in the basement of his parent’s house, cozy as a
cockroach with the new woman, and Jenna was footing the bill for their art
supplies. Was this fair? Was this right? Was this any way to start off her
fortieth year?
sister nudged her. “Hey, smile. We’re having fun here.”
forced a smile. “Fun.”
can’t keep brooding about the junk jerk.”
not,” Jenna lied.
you are. I can see it in your eyes.”
know it’s not fair you have to pay him money,” put in
Brittany, “but that’s how things work today. You know, women’s
rights and all. If men can pay us spousal support we can pay them, too.”
when does women’s rights give your ex the right to skip off like a fifteen-year
old with his new bimbo and you pay for the fun?” Jenna demanded.
was sick and wrong. She’d carried him for years, working as a massage therapist
while he dabbled away, selling a piece of art here and there. They’d lived on
her salary supplemented by an annual check at Christmas from his folks, who
wanted to encourage him to pursue his dream of artistic success, and grocery
care packages from her mom, who worked as a checker at the local Safeway. And
the grandparents, God bless them, had always given her a nice, fat check for
her birthday. Shocking how quickly those fat checks always shrank. Damien drank
up money like a thirsty plant, investing it in his art … and certain
substances to help him with his creative process.
everyone shouldn’t have helped them so much. Maybe they should have let Damien
become a starving artist, literally. Then he might have grown up and manned up
and gotten a job.
had more than one discussion about that. “And when,” he’d demanded, “am I
supposed to do my art?” 
looked heavenward and shaken his head. “As if you can just turn on creativity
like a faucet.”
of Jenna’s clients was an aspiring writer with a family, who worked thirty
hours a week. She managed to turn on the faucet every Saturday morning.
was obviously something wrong with Damien’s pipes. “I need time to think, time
for things to come together.”
had come together all right. With Aurora Ansel, whose mother had obviously
watched one too many Disney movies.
probably should have packed it in long before Aurora came slinking along,
admitted what she’d known after only a couple of years into the marriage that
it had been a mistake. But after she’d gotten pregnant she’d wanted desperately
to make things work, so she’d kept her head down and kept ploughing forward
through rough waters.
she and Damien were through and it still didn’t look like clear sailing ahead.
time,” Celeste announced. We are going to see who can wish the worst fate on
the scum-sucking cheater. I have a prize for the winner.” She dug in her
capacious Michael Kors purse and pulled out a Seattle Chocolates chocolate bar
and everyone, including the birthday girl let out an “ooh.”
I’ll go first,”
Brittany said. “May he fall in a dumpster looking for junk and not
be able to climb out.”
drink to that,” Jenna said, and did.
that’s lame,” scoffed Vanita.
you think you can do better?”
Brittany challenged.
she said, flipping her long, black hair. “May he wind up in the
Museum of Bad Art.”
is such a thing?” Jenna asked.
yeah.” Vanita grinned.
Celeste crowed. “That would serve him right.”
shook her head. “That will never be happen. To be fair, he is good.”
at being a cheating scum sucker,” Celeste said and took a drink.
tried again. “Okay, then, how about this one? May a thousand camels spit on his
a thousand first-graders,” added Celeste, who taught first grade.
about this one? May the ghost of Van Gogh haunt him and cut off his ear,”
Brittany offered.
made a face and set down the chip she was about to bite into. “Eeew.”
is right,” Jenna agreed. “But I’m feeling bloodthirsty tonight so I’ll drink to
that. I think that one’s your winner,” she said to her sister.
shook her head. “Oh, no. I can do better than that.”
for it,” urged
smile turned wicked. “May his ‘paint brush’ shrivel and fall off.”
to think you teach children,” Jenna said, rolling her eyes.
the double entendre had them all laughing uproariously.
I win the chocolate,” Celeste said.
haven’t given Jenna a chance,” pointed out
ahead, try and beat that,” Celeste said, waving the chocolate bar in front of
can’t. It’s yours.”
waiter, a cute twenty-something Latino, came over. “Are you ladies ready for
another drink?”
better eat,” Jenna said. Her mojito was going to her head.
overrode her. “We’ve got plenty of night left. Bring us more drinks,” she told
the waiter. “And more chips.” She held up the empty bowl.
you ladies want,” he said, and smiled at Jenna.
nudged her as he walked away. “Did you hear that? Anything you want.”
in the market,” Jenna said firmly, shaking her head and making the sombrero
wobble. Tonight she hated men.
she decided, she did like mojitos, and her second one went down just fine.
did the third. Ol
morning, she woke up with gremlins sandblasting her brain and her mouth tasting
like she’d feasted on cat litter instead of enchiladas. She rolled out of bed
and staggered to the bathroom where she tried to silence the gremlins with
aspirin and a huge glass of water. Then she made the mistake of looking in the
Who was that woman with the ratty, long, blond-gone hair? Her bloodshot eyes
were more red than blue and the circles under them made her look a decade older
than what she’d just turned. Well, she felt a decade older than what she’d just
shower would help. Maybe.
maybe not. She still didn’t look so hot, even after she’d blown out her hair
and put on some make-up. But oh, well. At least the gremlins had taken a lunch
got in her ten-year-old
Toyota (thank God they made those cars to run forever – this one
would have to) and drove to her mother’s house to pick up her daughter. 
found her mother stretched out on the couch with a romance novel. Unlike her
daughter, she looked rested, refreshed, and ready for a new day. In her early
sixties, she was still an attractive woman, slender with a youthful face and
the gray hairs well hidden under a sandy brown that was only slightly lighter
than her original color.
birthday girl,” Mom greeted her. “Did you have fun last night?”
the night wore on she’d been distracted from her misery. That probably counted
as fun, so she said, “Yes.”
like you could use some coffee,” Mom said, and led her into the kitchen.
my baby?” Jenna asked.
good. She just got in the shower. We stayed up late last night.”
settled at the kitchen table. “What did she think of your taste in movies?”
was impressed, naturally. Every girl should have to watch
Pretty in Pink and Jane Eyre.”
            “And?” Jenna prompted.
so I showed her
Grease. It’s a classic.”
hoods and ho’s.”
don’t know how you can say that about an iconic movie,” Mom said. “Anyway, I
explained a few things to her, so it came with a moral.”
You, too, can look like Olivia Newton John?”
shrugged. “Something like that. Now, tell me. What all did you girls do?”
much. We just went out for dinner.”
is nice,” Mom said, and set a cup of coffee in front of Jenna. She pulled a
bottle of Jenna’s favorite caramel flavored creamer from the fridge and set it
on the table and watched while Jenna poured in a generous slosh. “I know this
is going to be the beginning of a wonderful new year for you.”
have no way to go but up.”
right. And you know…”
storm brings a rainbow,” Jenna finished with her.
firmly believe that.”
Mom should know. She’d had her share of storms. “I don’t know how you did it,”
Jenna said. “Surviving losing dad when we were so young, raising us
single-handedly. I had Gram and Gramps and Grandma and Grandpa Jones, as well. Yes,
we each have to fight our own fight, but God always puts someone in our corner
to help us.”
glad you’re in my corner,” Jenna said. “You’re my hero.”
had been almost five and Celeste a baby when their father had been killed in a
car accident. Sudden, no chance for her mom to say good-bye. There was little
that Jenna remembered about her father beyond sitting on his shoulders when
they milled with the crowd at the Puyallup Fair or stood watching the Seafair
parade in downtown Seattle, that and the scrape of his five o’clock shadow when
he kissed her goodnight.
stuck in her mind most was her mom, holding her on her lap, sitting at this
very kitchen table and saying to Gram, “He was my everything.”
read well in books, but maybe in real life it wasn’t good to make a man your
everything. Even the good ones left you.
least her dad hadn’t left voluntarily. Her mom had chosen a good man. So had
Gram, whose husband was also gone now. Both women had picked wisely and knew
what good looked like.
bad Jenna hadn’t listened to them when they tried to warn her about Damien.
“Honey, there’s no hurry,” Mom had said.
there was. She’d wanted to be with him NOW.
you sure he’s what you really want?” Gram had asked. “He seems a little…”
Jenna had prompted.
Gram had ventured.
confident,” Jenna had replied. “There’s a difference.”
there is,” Gram had said. “Are you sure you know what it is?” she’d added,
making Jenna scowl.
just not sure he’s the right man for you,” Mom had worried.
course, he is,” Jenna had insisted, because at twenty-three she knew it all.
And Damien had been so glamorous, so exciting. Look how well their names went
together – Damien and Jenna, Jenna and Damien. Oh, yes, perfect.
so it was for a time… until she began to see the flaws. Gram had been right,
he was egotistical. Narcissistic. Irresponsible. Those flaws she could live
with. Those she did live with. But then came the one flaw she couldn’t accept. Unfaithful.
that he’d asked her to accept it. Not that he’d asked her to keep him. Or even
to forgive him. “I can’t help how I feel,” he’d said.
was it. Harsh reality came in like a strong wind and blew away the last of the
here was Mom, living proof that a woman could survive the loss of her love,
could climb out of the rubble after all her dreams collapsed and rebuild. She’d
worked hard at a job that kept her on her feet all day and had still managed to
make PTA meetings. She’d hosted tea parties when her girls were little and
sleepovers when they became teenagers. And, in between all that, she’d managed
to make time for herself, starting a book club with some of the neighbors. That
book club still met every month. And Mom still found time for sleepovers, now
with her granddaughter.
if her mom could overcome the loss of her man, Jenna could overcome the loss of
what she’d thought her man was.
smiled at her and slid a card-sized envelope across the table. “Happy birthday.”
already gave me my birthday present,” Jenna said. Mom had given her a
motivational book about new beginnings by Muriel Sterling with a fifty-dollar
bill tucked inside. Jenna would read the book (once she was ready to face the
fact that she did, indeed, have to make a new beginning) and she planned to
hoard the fifty like a miser. You could buy a lot of lentils and beans with
fifty bucks.
isn’t from me. It’s from your Aunt Edie.”
hadn’t seen her great aunt in years, but she had fond memories of those
childhood summer visits with her at Moonlight Harbor – beach combing for
agates, baking cookies with Aunt Edie while her parrot Jolly Roger squawked all
the silly things Uncle Ralph had taught him, listening to the waves crash as
she lay in the old antique bed in the guest room at night with her sister. She
remembered digging clams with Uncle Ralph, sitting next to her mother in front
of a roaring beach fire, using her arm to shield her face from the heat of the
flame as she roasted a hot dog. Those visits had been as golden as the sunsets.
after getting together with Damien, life had filled with drama and
responsibilities, and, after one quick visit, the beach town on the
Coast had faded into a memory. Maybe she’d spend that birthday
money Mom had given her and go see Aunt Edie.
pulled the card out of the envelope. All pastel flowers and birds, the outside
a Lovely Niece.

The inside had a sappy poem telling her she was special and wishing her joy in everything
she did, and was signed, Love, Aunt
No Uncle Ralph. He’d been gone for several years.
Edie had stuffed a letter inside the card. The writing was small, like her
aunt. But firm, in spite of her age.
            Dear Jenna,
know you’ve gone through some very hard times, but I also know that like all
the women in our family, you are strong and you’ll come through just fine.
grandmother told me you could use a new start and I would like to give it to
you. I want you to come to
Moonlight Harbor and help me revamp and run The Driftwood Inn. Like me, it’s
getting old and it needs some help. I plan to bequeath it to you on my death.
The will is already drawn up, signed and witnessed, so I hope you won’t refuse
my offer.
course, I know your cousin Winston would love to get his grubby mitts on it,
but he won’t. The boy is useless. And besides, you know I’ve always had a soft
spot for you in my heart. You’re a good girl who’s always been kind enough to
send Christmas cards and homemade fudge for my birthday. Uncle Ralph loved you
like a daughter. So do I, and since we never had children of our own you’re the
closest thing I have to one. I know your mother and grandmother won’t mind
say you’ll come.
Aunt Edie
            Jenna hardly knew what
to say. “She wants to leave me the motel.” She had to be misreading.
checked again. No, there it was, in Aunt Edie’s tight little scrawl.
smiled. “I think this could be your rainbow.”
just the rainbow, the pot of gold as well!
Sheila Roberts lives on the water in the Pacific Northwest. Her books
have been printed in several different languages and have been chosen
for book clubs such as Doubleday as well as for Readers Digest Condensed
books. Her best-selling novel ON STRIKE FOR CHRISTMAS was made into a
movie and appeared on the Lifetime Movie Network, and her novel THE NINE
LIVES OF CHRISTMAS was made into a movie for the Hallmark Channel.When she’s not making public appearances or playing with her friends,
she can be found writing about those things near and dear to women’s
hearts: family, friends, and chocolate.







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One For the Price of Two*

Fiction, Thriller, Crime
Date Published: March 15, 2018
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He’s a special forces operator, a trained assassin. He marries into an organized crime family. Not an ordinary crime family, but one with a tradition and specialty in murder for hire.
About the Author

Howard Weiner is a recent addition to the literary genre of fiction. Writing mysteries, thrillers, crimes—with a touch of romance—an approach described by one reader as “one bubble off.”
Many authors sharing the genre have characters whose fortune is determined by others. They literally have dodged the bullet that otherwise would have killed them. Weiner’s characters make their own fortune—good or bad—and they live with the results.
Weiner’s own experiences are blessed with no small number of noteworthy characters and events. He brings these slightly off-kilter individuals to life, complete with their own stories and dramas. Like the child prodigy in his first novel, “It Is Las Vegas After All”, who comes to the starting edge of adulthood and then loses the approval of his doting parents, the sponsorship of one of America’s great institutions of higher education, and gains the enmity of his girlfriend’s father—an international arms dealer—to become a home-grown terrorist operating on U.S. soil.
A survivor of rich, nuanced bureaucracies in the public and private sector, Weiner writes about characters whose career choices and decisions are morally questionable. A student of personal behavior in complex circumstances, Weiner brings these often cringe-worthy characters to life. Some are amoral, others immoral in a narrow slice of their lives, yet they otherwise look and act like people we all know from work or even childhood. Like one of the female leads in his novel, “Serendipity Opportunity”, an out-of-the-box thinker who flunks most of life’s basic relationship tests, yet she is someone you never want pursuing you in the cause of justice. There’s a former foreign security official who uses his protected status as a witness for federal prosecutors to provide cover for his own mayhem and murder in Weiner’s third novel, “Bad Money”.
Many of Weiner’s stories are born out of real life events: The mix-up in luggage claim at the airport in, “Bad Money”, the chronic high school slacker in “Serendipity Opportunity” whose one stroke of good fortune creates his opportunity to perpetrate a complex series of frauds, or the brilliant student in “It Is Las Vegas After All” who uses his prodigious talents toward an evil end.
As a former federal official, Weiner can neither confirm nor deny having the highest security clearances in classified security programs. Yet, his knowledge of the dark web, criminal organizations, and security organizations takes stories from the popular press to the next level.
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I will always find you * Willow Sanders

Title: I Will Always Find You
Series: Jefe Cartel Book 1
Author: Willow Sanders
Genre: Romantic Supsense
Release Date: March 16, 2018
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I Will
Cammie Saint isn’t a victim. Sure, she’s had a string of bad luck, the apartment break in then the attack in the parking lot. Sometimes life hands you lemons. Why is everyone so interested in her case? Even the new neighbor is sniffing around for clues. There are things she wants from the neighborhood Officer Hottie, but an interrogation wasn’t what she was thinking of.

That’s Special Agent Vaughn, DEA. Of all the places he thought he’d be, Kansas City wasn’t one of them. Chasing Jefe for the last seven years had expelled the last bit of tolerance he had for chasing down bad guys. To say he was ready to put this case to bed would be like calling World War 2 a minor disagreement amongst countries. Jefe had taken too much from him. Time, and other things he didn’t want to get into. He just needed to keep his eyes on the ball and definitely NOT on his new neighbor with an ass for days and a sad story.

Find You
Why is the Jefe cartel in Kansas City? A Colombian drug ring in Anywhere, USA? While Agent Vaughn searches for answers, Cammie finds herself thrown into a world she never expected. How will secrets from her past, compromise her future? What happens when someone who never wanted to be found, is discovered?

I Will Always Find You is part one of a two-part series. Fair warning, it ends on a cliffhanger.


Willow Sanders is a Chicago girl born and raised. You will find that most of her stories are either based in or somehow tie back to the city she knows and loves. Her loyalties lie on the North-Side, as she proclaims she is a Cubs fan, and a fan of anyone playing against the White Sox. She can also be found regularly rooting for the Illini–even if the team is completely hopeless.

When she isn’t writing (in the physical sense- as stories are always brewing in her head in some form), she can regularly be found feeding her coffee addiction at the Green Mermaid (otherwise known as Starbucks). She is also a voracious reader and is quite certain that there is a glitter-encrusted picture frame bearing her headshot somewhere on the wall at Amazon that says “this woman pays our salary.” 

You can also find her frequently stalking Goodreads, Pinning, FaceBooking, or hanging out on the Twitter.



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Outcast * Jamie Schlosser


OUTCAST by Jamie Schlosser is LIVE!
<style=”text-align: center;”>AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON AU | AMAZON CA

A New Adult/College Standalone Romance
<style=”text-align: center;”>A Good Guys Series Novel

My infatuation with Ezra Johnson started how all obsessions begin—with a simple crush. Over the years I silently soaked up every shy smile and random act of kindness, wrestling them away to a secret place in my heart meant for unrequited love.
Because if it wasn’t for the fact that I tutor him once a week, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even know I exist.
Then I find his sketchbook.
And it changes everything.
There are two certainties in my life: I’ve been in love with Kayla Reynolds since I was fourteen, and I can’t have her.
I’ve spent years settling for a two-dimensional fantasy world, capturing her beauty with a pencil and paper. She’s kind, smart, gorgeous… and she belongs to someone else.
Or so I thought.
An interesting turn of events makes me realize things aren’t always how they appear on the outside, and now I’ve got my chance to be the man she deserves.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been called a loser. The cripple. An outcast.
But maybe—just maybe—this time the good guy won’t finish last.




Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-ever-afters.





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Whiskey & You * Excerpt tour

WHISKEY & YOU by HJ Bellus is set to release on March 20th.
Add this Romantic Suspense to your TBR on Goodreads today!
Sometimes it’s the hero who ends up needing a lifeline…
Jack Jarvis York is a ruthless and vindictive oil tycoon who knows no boundaries when he’s been double-crossed. Debtors beware. He’ll slit your throat for a nickel. And make no mistake, he will collect.
You never screw with a man’s pride, money, or oil. It’s Texas Law. Unwritten, yet gospel. They don’t call him the king of Texas for nothing.
When a debtor can’t come up with his money, JJ takes his wife as collateral…
What starts out as a trade-off between bitter men turns into an emotional collision of desire and forbidden love so dangerous, it threatens to destroy even the strongest of empires.
No amount of money will ever rebuild everything that’s been shattered. Jack is left standing in the middle of his own chaos.
Greed and power are the least of his worries now. Death is knocking on his front door, wanting to collect.
The woman he’s given his heart to just might become his collateral this time around. Past sins may trump everything…
You went home alone again last night, Boss?” Kemp leans back on the truck, crossing his arms with his dark aviators covering his steely eyes.
I drain the rest of my black coffee and toss the cup on the ground. I match his stance, leaning back on my Ford truck. “Last time I checked, you ain’t my fucking babysitter.”
We both continue to stare ahead while holding a conversation. “You gotta get over her. We are worried about you.”
“Again, don’t need no damn babysitters. I am over her.” It’s a lie, point blank. I miss Whitley, and it’s only been a handful of days. She was my companion, and I realize more than ever all this sorrow is over the fact I don’t like being lonely.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Boss.”
All of my employees know damn well how Whitley was my world. I protected her, and she flourished. Hell, they’d been under strict instructions for years not to let one hair on her pretty little head get touched.
“It ain’t like that, and you damn well know it. I just miss her. Worry about her.”
He stands up and pats my shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing. You gave her the world, and now it’s time for her to make it her bitch. A little lady will come along for your ugly ass.”
I smirk and flip him the bird. Bastard knows I’ve always been the better-looking one and hasn’t been able to live that shit down. I notice a cloud of dust rolling down the road; it’s about show time.
“You gonna tell me what you found on this slimy bastard?” I pull down my aviators and watch as our company nears.
“Nope. Can’t wait to see the shock on your face.”
We stand side-by-side, arms crossed over our pristine white button-up dress shirts and sleek black suit coats. Dressing the part is always high on my priority list. Gotta dress the part every single day to be taken seriously. A lesson I learned from Preston.
“I am trusting you, man.”
Kemp snorts and throws his head back in laughter. “J.J., you could ask for anything after I drop this little bit of news.”
I turn my head and raise an eyebrow. “Anything?”
He nods. “We could have his nuts on a silver platter if you’re into that kind of thing.”
We face back to the road, the dust cloud getting closer and closer as the seconds tick. Kemp has always been my best friend and right-hand man. I trust him with anything in my life, and I’ve never seen him with a shit-eating grin like he’s sporting now.
Kemp is the techie of our operations, the king dweeb when it comes to technology and codes. Better than any private investigator I could hire. I’m the front guy keeping everything running like a well-oiled machine. Together we’ve proven we are an unstoppable duo.
Kemp knows Jordan has been on my radar for a long fucking time now. Once you land a spot on my radar, the next plan of action is to take everything you have and destroy you.
The parade of trucks roars past us, each of them without a second glance, until the last one. A massive silver GMC truck screeches to a halt, and none other than Jordan Vincentino leaps out. He slams the door behind him like he’s some goddamn king or something. He’s scared. I can sense it. This bastard may be smarter than I give him credit.
I don’t flinch or even acknowledge him. I remain standing with my hands crossed over my chest with my no-shit attitude printed clear for anybody to see.
“Two days in a row. What’s the honor, York?”
Jordan kicks up dirt with his expensive alligator skin boots as he nears me. I shrug. I’ll let Kemp do the talking until I know where we stand on this whole situation. Kemp uncrosses his arms and takes a step toward Vincentino.
I have to give it to the guy because he doesn’t flinch or back down. Kemp is one of the biggest sons of bitches I know. Played all four years of college football on the defensive line for Alabama and is still in the same shape. He could walk on any NFL field and kick ass in his current condition. I have him in the looks department, but he’d destroy me when it came to a fist-to-fist battle.
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she’s a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shotgunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.


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Title: Lost Ones
Series: Bad Idea Series #2
Author: Nicole French
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2018


Six months ago, I gave my heart to a girl. 
Beautiful, kind, and sexy as sin, she’s the only person who
saw past my record or the color of my skin. Who ever saw me for me. 
She loved me enough to let me go, let me leave this city to
find my own path. 
But without her, I drift, lost without direction. 
Without me, she spirals, desperate for connection. 
I gave my heart to a girl, and she gave hers to me. 
But love shouldn’t hurt this much. 


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Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature,
Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and complete and total bookworm. When
not writing or teaching about writing, she is hanging out with her family,
playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on
dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog,
Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things
as much as she should.
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Secrets of the Hollows (Book 2) by Nicole Morgan

What’s a girl to do once she falls in love with a demon?

Fallen by Tamsin Baker

Gabriel thought he’d do anything to earn his way back into Heaven. He was wrong.

Cursed by Tracy Goodwin

Forbidden love. Dangerous prophecies. Limitless power. Fate is a witch.

Avenging Aingeal (Protectors of the Earth 1) by Lynn Crain

Bound by vengeance, she is humanity’s one hope…

Her Fate, His Mate (Wolves of Windsor Woods) by Krista Ames

Can she accept all he is and all he stands for?

Sleeping in the Dragon’s Den by Lexi Thorne

His Hungry Dragon My Curious Desire
His Tattoo Curse My Wet Dreams

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Vampire rentboy vs. the world.

Angel Vindicated by Viola Estrella

Some sins are hard to avoid…

A Wolf’s Touch by Christine Donovan

Can she love him–wolf and all?

Dr. Magic (Vampire Island, Book 1) by Jo Grafford

One more dance with the devil…

Dark Heat by Jan Springer

Betrayed by her two forced mates, she hides within Vampira.

Torkel by Mardi Maxwell

Love unites them in the mists of time.

Silent Storm by Sadie Carter

Sometimes the monster is the good guy…

Tangled Sin by Georgia Lyn Hunter

She was the light in his eternal darkness…

Seduction’s Scent by C.I. Black

Giving in to temptation threatens everything.

Ghost Mate by D. Anne Paris

She was going to kill him even though he was already dead.

Living on the Edge (Clan Book 1) by Laverne Thompson

Mate wanted. Dead or alive.

The Warrior’s Curse by M. Elliott & T. Eden

What comes next may be the end of it all.

Three Days From Hell by Dariel Raye

Can a permanent resident of Third Hell be trusted?

Just Tell Me What You Want by Tina Donahue

Her wishes will leave him breathless…

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