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Title: Strike Force
Series: Hawk Elite Security #4
Author: Beth Rhodes
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: November 15, 2017


Blurb
Hawk Elite Security,
a group of dedicated men and women.

Moved by duty and honor.

Dedicated to being courageous in the face of adversity.

Passionate about life.~*~*~

Descendant of a line of Romanian gypsies, Marie Gabor uses both truth and
legend to create a persona that will fool even the most jaded of men. When the
family heirloom—the gold armband—is stolen by the long-feuding family from the
old country, she’ll do whatever she can to get it back, including work for Hawk
Elite Security, the very men who are supposed to be guarding the amulet.

Malcolm Daniels has dealt with lying, cheating women before, so when Marie
steps into Hawk Elite to work, he sees right through her façade to the woman
with secrets and a sly hand. But the more he works with her, the harder it is
to ignore just how much he likes; she thinks outside the box, she faces danger
with courage, and—hell—she’s gorgeous. He wants her but doesn’t trust her.

The stakes are raised when her plan to acquire the armband goes awry. Life
becomes a commodity paid to the highest bidder. But will Malcolm be willing to
pay such a high price?

 

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Chapter Two
His
doorbell rang at almost eleven the next evening. He’d packed, run through a few
of his programs, played Assassin’s Creed, and was in his gym—the only clean
place in his apartment at the moment. His computer room had exploded with his
latest project, and his living-room-slash-gaming-room-slash-bedroom looked like
what it was…confused.
He pulled
himself over the bar one last time and dropped to the mat below. He grabbed the
chamois off the hook on the wall and wiped his neck, face, and chest. His
fingers bumped over the scar bisecting his pectoral.
His wake-up
call.
He tugged a
t-shirt back on. When he went through the confused room, he stopped to open the
blinds. Stepping over the pile of movie cases, he scowled in disgust and then
opened the front door.
Marie. “Fuck. What are you doing here?”
“Is that
how you say ‘hi’ to all your friends?” Her brow rose.
Speechless,
he hesitated, not sure what to say. Friends.
She’d said the word, but he still struggled to equate what they had with
something he shared with…say, Craig or John.
“I was
thinking,” she began, as if sensing his dilemma, “maybe we got off on the wrong
foot.”
Forget
feet—the sight of her and those big eyes had his tired body
reacting…inappropriately, or appropriately if they were on a path toward being
in his bed. He cleared his throat and thought about the last string of code
he’d created for Tangent Media.
Her hands
fluttered to her sides and she shrugged, reminding him of how small she was,
but delicate? No. “Look, if we have to spend the next few days together, I’d
like to clear the air.”
Malcolm
couldn’t invite her in. The mess was embarrassing, a problem he’d been meaning
to fix. He glanced over his shoulder. “Um…”
“Oh my God.
Do you have someone in there with you?” Her eyes had gone even wider. “I’m so
sorry. I didn’t think. Of course you have someone over. You’re leaving town for
a few nights. And—” She paled. “Uh, you know what? I’ll just see you at the
airport in the morning. I’m sorry.” She leaned, as if to yell around him. “I’m
sorry,” she called out into his empty apartment.
She turned
to leave, and guilt rode his conscience to stopping her. “It’s not a woman,” he
called out, immediately second-guessing himself. He wanted the distance. He
didn’t need her thinking about him as single or available or…fuck, a liar. He
prided himself on being straightforward and honest. “It’s only… Fuck. Weeks of
not cleaning up.”
Marie
turned back, a wary look on her face. “It’s a bad time.”
“It’s fine.
Come in,” he said. “For a few minutes,” he added pointedly. She might be the
drop-by-and-stay kind of girl. Admitting the lust was better than ignoring it,
he told himself, feeling like a total prick. No matter if she was a crook or a
sweet girl who really did want friendship.
She could
have turned over a new leaf.
Or she
could be playing them all.
“I’m going
to go get changed. I’ll be right back.” He hesitated. “Don’t steal anything.”
“Hey.” She
pouted, her bottom lip sticking out.
He pressed
his lips together on the groan wanting to escape.
And then
she surprised him by laughing. “Okay, okay. No touchy.”
Oh, that
did it. And why did her voice sound sultry?
In his
bedroom, he picked up his jeans and stepped into them. He removed the sweaty
shirt and wiped himself with it before he tugged the shirt he’d had on earlier
over his head. Shower later.
She’d made herself at home in his kitchen and pulled down his only
package of Oreos. “How do you eat these?” she asked.
“The usual methods. Sometimes, I pop it in
whole. Sometimes, I twist it open and lick the cream filling.”
She swallowed. “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed, in the
same moment he realized how those words sounded.
“That’s not— I mean, sorry. I didn’t mean…
Shit. I would never purposely make you uncomfortable. Shit. Talk about a sexual
harassment suit.”
She waved him off. “What I mean is…they’re
horribly unhealthy, have a habit of getting stuck in your teeth, and, overall,
aren’t exactly adult cuisine.”
“Oh, that.” Heat rose on his neck. He shrugged.
His history with Oreos was long and complicated.
Marie
leaned against his counter and waited, at ease, as if she belonged right where
she was, waiting for a friend to say something. A flyaway strand of her hair
fell against her face. Her eyes showed a warm interest he hadn’t seen in them
before.
Then she
took a bite of Oreo. A little crumble stayed at the corner of her mouth until
she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. Fuck. He cleared his throat.
Friends. If she was going to push and insist on a truce, they could be friends.
He could handle that.
“I never
had any of the extras growing up,” he finally said. “My first night on my own,
I had enough money for very little. I bought a small bunch of bananas and a
package of Oreos—”
“Did you
sit and eat the whole package or ration them?”
It was a
personality quiz, and he might have avoided answering. But for some reason, he
looked at her and knew the shaky friendship they’d developed over the past
several months either needed to take shape or be cast off completely if he was
going to move on.
“I
rationed, eating three a day for almost two weeks.”
“A big
package.” She laughed at her double entendre. “Sorry.”
His laughter
came unexpected, and he cut it off, covering his mouth as his shoulders shook.
“Geez.” When he looked up at her, she was smiling. Was this the truce she
wanted? It was working.
“You ready
for tomorrow?” he said.
“Almost.”
He nodded.
“Anything you want to share about this trip? You did say you wanted to ‘clear
the air.’”
She moved
then, pacing away from him toward the hallway, which led to his bedroom. “No.
It’s hard enough to work with someone who I’m close to. I thought it would be
good if we were at least speaking. You’ve been avoiding me, Malcolm.”
Self-preservation.
“You have
an uncle that lives on the coast,
near Portland,” he said.
“He is my
uncle!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sure,” he
drawled, egging her on for no good reason other than he liked to see the fire
in her eyes…and that blush on her pretty little neck. Glutton for punishment.
She scowled
at him. “He raised me. He’s at least seventy-five-years old.”
Malcolm
lifted his hands in surrender. “There’s fucking something, though,” he
muttered.
“There’s
nothing,” she answered, the look in her eyes challenging him.
He conceded
with a nod.
“We going
to be okay?” she asked, serious again.
“Have you
given up your pickpocket ways?”
She
narrowed her eyes. “For the most part.”
He
considered her, taking in her open sandals and the long skirt with lace on the
bottom and pretty metalwork on the belt at the top, below her navel. “You like
people to see you a certain way. You fill a stereotype.”
“I am what
I am. A Romanian by birth. I come from a long line of proud, sometimes
arrogant, people. My family.” Her chin went up, and he wanted to run the edge
of his thumb along the soft skin revealed beneath it. “I like the peasant
skirts, and I love the jewelry. That’s being a woman, nothing to do with my
roots.”
She never
admitted to being a thief. But she’d wanted something in Germany. And that was
what bothered him. What had she wanted and did she want now?
There was
only one way to find out—by staying close to her. “Okay.”
“Okay,
we’re going to be okay? Or okay, whatever you say…?”
“Okay, the
air is clear, and I’ll be watching
you,” he added.

 

She’d said
she wanted to clear the air, but as far as he was concerned, the smoke screen
was thick between them. She had plans for something, and if she wouldn’t talk
to him about it, wouldn’t he be a fool to trust her?
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Scarlett Cole is back with FINAL SIEGE, book two in the Love Over Duty series. When an urgent phone call brings Mac’s troubled past—and the woman he once loved—into the present, it’s a chance to redeem himself that he can’t refuse. To protect her, he’ll risk it all. Don’t miss out on this second chance romantic suspense featuring yet another sexy alpha hero!

Title: FINAL SIEGE
Author: Scarlett Cole
Release Date: January 30, 2017
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press, SWERVE
Series: Love Over Duty #2
Genres: Romantic Suspense
Page Count: 300 pages
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In the Line of Fire…
Former SEAL Malachai “Mac” MacCarrick is all about the future he’s created with his Navy brothers in Eagle Securities, taking assignments in the most dangerous places, and doing things no one but ex-military would attempt. But when an urgent phone call brings his troubled past—and the woman he once loved—into the present, it’s a chance to redeem himself that he can’t refuse.
Straight to the heart. . .
An investigative journalist researching an explosive story, Delaney Shapiro tells herself she got over Mac—and his role in her brother’s death—a long time ago. But the first moment she sees him at her bedside in an overseas hospital, she knows it’s not true. Every moment together rekindles the desire that once burned between them, and now that she’s a target for an emerging Russian arms dealer, Mac won’t let her out of his sight. To protect her, he’ll risk it all—including his life…
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Copyright © 2018 Scarlett Cole

Half asleep, unwilling to fully waken and face the day, Delaney snuggled deep into the covers and allowed the dreams that danced on the edge of her consciousness to enter. In it, she was naked, in a large white bed, with a man behind her. A hand spanned her stomach, pulling her back against a firm, warm chest. Spooning. Her favorite thing.
Lazily, the hand moved upward until it cupped her breast, and Delaney secretly urged it to squeeze gently, but it didn’t. Whoever the hand belonged to was definitely aroused. She could feel the heavy erection pressing against her back. Teasingly, she wiggled her butt against him in the hope he’d get the message, but nothing. No response.
Sun shone in through large open windows with white billowing curtains as she reveled in feelings of being turned on.
She turned in the man’s arms, grateful when he pulled her closer to him. His chest was wide, with a light smattering of hair, and she pressed her forehead to it as she slid her hand between them to the waistband of his shorts.
A hand gripped her wrist. “Don’t,” a voice said gruffly. Hard to get? That was a new one. She moved closely and pressed a series of soft kisses to his chest. But she could be that girl. The one who was confident enough to initiate. She licked his nipple and heard him gasp.
“Delaney, please. Fuck. Wake up!”
Suddenly the bed shook. Covers were dragged off her body, and her skin was cold. Then the realization hit her.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
It wasn’t a dream.
Delaney forced one eye open and confirmed her worst nightmare. Mac stood naked, apart from a pair of basketball shorts and a huge erection. And if the tenting was to be believed, his chest and bicep dimensions weren’t the only muscles that had grown. His hair was ruffled, standing up every which way as it always used to, and his eyes told her that she’d woken him up. By attempting to grab his dick.
Dear God. She was going to die.

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About Scarlett Cole
The tattoo across my right hip says it all really. A Life Less Ordinary. Inked by the amazingly talented Luke Wessman at the Wooster Street Social Club (a.k.a. New York Ink). Why is it important? Well, it sums up my view on life. That we should all aspire to live a life that is less boring, less predictable. Be bold, and do something amazing. I’ve made some crazy choices. I’ve been a car maker, a consultant, and even a senior executive at a large retailer running strategy. Born in England, spent time in the U.S. and Japan, before ending up in Canada were I met my own, personal hero – all six and a half feet of him. Both of us are scorpios! Yeah, I know! Should have checked the astrological signs earlier, but somehow it works for us. We have two amazing kids, who I either could never part with or could easily be convinced to sell on e-bay.
I’ve wanted to be a writer for a really long time. Check through my office cupboards or my computer and you’ll find half written stories and character descriptions everywhere. Now I’m getting the chance to follow that dream.
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The Poppy McGuire Series

The Eleventh Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 1
by Anina Collins
Genre: Cozy Mystery
196 pages
Poppy McGuire has always been a curious soul, but it’s her life that’s
usually the topic of conversation in the small town of Sunset Ridge.
But now one of the town’s most important citizens has been found
murdered, and everyone’s life is suspect.
What begins as a friendly wager with her old friend Officer Derek
Hampton soon becomes far more for Poppy, and she turns to Alex Montero
for help, but the enigmatic former Baltimore cop’s quiet way hides as
many secrets as each suspect they encounter.
Everyone in Sunset Ridge has something to hide, but Poppy and Alex are
determined to uncover the identity of the murderer. They just have to
watch that they don’t become the next victims.
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I inhaled the delicious smell of my favorite coffee. The man certainly knew how to come bearing gifts first thing in the morning. But then it dawned on me. We’d never had coffee together, so how did he know this was my favorite? Lucky guess?

Taking it from him, I asked, “How did you know how to get it?”

Alexander gave me a sly smile that somehow made him even more attractive. “I’m a detective. It’s my job to know things like that.”

Oh, he was entirely too confident.

I offered him a seat at my kitchen table and took a drink of the dark roast coffee made exactly as I liked it—two sugars, three creamers, and ice. In fact, the temperature told me he’d gotten the number of ice cubes right too. Three. But how?

“So Mr. I’m a Detective, how did you know to get it just the right temperature and exactly the way I take it? I’m a pretty particular coffee drinker.”

Another smile, but this one was slow to spread across his face and so charming I almost looked away, worried I might blush at any moment. Almost. I didn’t look away, though, because I wanted the answer to my question.

“I pay attention to what goes on around me. I was sitting in The Grounds one morning when you came in and ordered that very particular cup of coffee. It stayed with me from that day.”

Still quite shocked at his even being there in my kitchen, I leveled my gaze on him and tried to determine if he was telling the truth or just trying to charm me. “So you’re telling me that you remembered the exact way I take my coffee, even though you didn’t know me from a can of paint…when did you hear this anyway?”

“A week or so ago.”

“From a week ago, when I was a perfect stranger to you and simply some person ordering a coffee, you remembered that this morning and got me my coffee just like I like it?”

He chuckled. “Yes, and the girl behind the counter knew how you took your coffee when I told her it was for you. I’d forgotten how many ice cubes, if we’re being honest.”

I took another sip of coffee and couldn’t help but smile. He probably charmed the pants off Jennie. And he probably didn’t have to remember anything about how I took my coffee because he just told her it was for me.

Detective indeed.

“So what are you doing here, Alexander?”

The smile slowly faded, and after taking a drink from his cup, he lowered his head slightly and looked me directly in the eyes. “I came to apologize for what happened last night.”

This guy had the most delicious brown eyes I’d ever seen. Brown like expensive milk chocolate, and at that moment, I felt myself getting lost in those eyes.

Snap out of it, Poppy! This isn’t some high school date. If he’s willing to make peace, maybe you can get his help on the case, so get your head out of the clouds and say something!

I turned away to break our shared gaze and then looked back at him. “I guess I should apologize too. I should have handled that differently. I’m sorry.”

“I am too. I shouldn’t have pulled my gun on you, and for that, I’m truly sorry. I have no excuse.”

Something in those eyes of his told me he did have an excuse but he wasn’t going to tell me. All the better because I sensed hurt lay behind how he acted.

Extending my hand, I offered my own olive branch. “No harm, no foul. Maybe if we pretend like we’re meeting for the first time we can put those other times behind us. Hi, I’m Poppy. Nice to meet you.”

That slow smile returned, and he took my hand in his to shake it. “Hi, Poppy. I’m Alexander, but my friends call me Alex.”

“Hi, Alex.”

And with those two words, everything between us changed. I didn’t know why or how, but suddenly I had a feeling that he would become one of the most important people in my life. At the same time, I felt like I’d known him my entire life, even though I’d just met him days before and this was the first time we’d ever spoken more than a handful of civil words to each other.

Strangely, our conversation came to an abrupt halt after reintroducing ourselves to one another. He seemed content to sit there next to me and drink his coffee in silence, so I took the opportunity to study him as he seemed to have studied me already.

He was definitely a good looking man. I didn’t need to spend much time studying him to see that. Dark, thick hair and those delicious brown eyes that told anyone who looked into them that there was a story in his past gave him an exotic feel. With the last name Montero, he was likely Italian or maybe Greek. Sunset Ridge didn’t have many citizens with those ethnic backgrounds, which made him stand out even more.

I let my gaze drift over him as he sat there silently and couldn’t help notice his hands. Strong looking, they were bigger than even my father’s working class hands and had long fingers. I’d noted that he wasn’t married the first time we’d met because of the lack of a wedding band, but now that I sat right next to him, I could see the lighter skin where it had sat on his ring finger until recently.

So where was Mrs. Montero? Was she the woman I’d read about in the obituary from nearly five years ago? Possibly, but if that was the case, why was the mark where the wedding band had been still so clear? Five years was a long time to wear a wedding band for a wife who’d died.

I wanted to ask about his wife, if only to say I was sorry because it seemed like I should and if that wedding band mark was any indication, he still hurt. But I didn’t. Alex and I were practically strangers, and strangers didn’t pry like that.

At least this stranger didn’t.

If he was sitting with one of those committee ladies and they had any inkling of a wife in his past, the poor man would now be dodging questions left and right about her. Those Founders’ Day ladies were nothing if not nosy.

The thought of Alex stuck in a room with those four made me smile, and I looked up from staring at his hands to see he had seen where I was looking. Quickly, I turned away to avoid his gaze, feeling oddly embarrassed.

“You have a nice house here. Very cozy.”

I turned back to see him scanning my kitchen, as if he were studying it like I’d been studying him. “Thank you. I like it.”

“It’s a big house for just one person.”

I wanted to ask how he was so sure I lived alone, but he didn’t even have to be a half-way decent detective to know that. A few minutes with my father the other night at the bar and he likely had my entire life story.

“I guess,” I mumbled, sort of hating how awkward things had gotten between us already.

He didn’t continue the conversation, but that seemed to be the type of person he was. Talk about opposites. I was what my father had always called a Chatty Cathy, but Alex parsed out words like they cost him money every time one came out of his mouth.

Sitting quietly for a few more minutes, the question that had been on my mind earlier before I got lost in those eyes of his and the idea that his past was some kind of tragedy came back to me.

Why was he here?

Breaking the uncomfortable silence, I asked, “Alex, why did you come here today? I mean, you could have just apologized and then left or simply called me to say you were sorry. Instead you come here and say you’re sorry and then say little else. What are you doing here?”

I cringed at how blunt that sounded. I never meant to phrase things so succinctly. They just came out that way. Before I could apologize, though, he nodded and began to speak again.

“I like how forthright you are, Poppy. That kind of frankness is refreshing, so I’ll return the favor. I’ve heard a number of things about you, and all of them point to someone who’s smart. You’re different than everyone else I’ve met in this town. I also know this is the first time you’re working with Derek on one of his cases. To be honest, I know why he likes to have you around, but I have to believe you want to work with him on this Geneva Woodward case because you’re a detective in your heart and not because you have some secret love for the brother of our police chief.”

A mixture of stunned disbelief at how much Alex knew about me and amusement at the thought of my having any romantic feelings for Derek washed over me. My brain felt like it short-circuited, and not knowing what to say, I let out a laugh as the thought of Derek and me settled into my mind.

“Did I say something funny?” Alex asked, his gaze intently focused on me now.

“No. I guess I just got sidetracked by the idea of Derek and me together since, to be honest, I felt a little exposed by the rest of what you said.”

“So no secret romance between you and him?” he asked with a smile that told me he was trying to make things less uncomfortable.

I shook my head and screwed my face into an expression that was meant to show my distaste for anything like that with Derek Hampton. “No. He’s nice, but he’s not my type.”

“I had a feeling. As for the other things I said, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I’ve been prying into your personal life. Your father loves you a great deal and he likes to brag about you. I will admit I checked into what he said and found he wasn’t exaggerating. Your job at The Bottom Line might be beneath you, but you’re good at it. See? You are a detective in your heart.”

After Hours
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 2
202 pages
While life in Sunset Ridge is quaint and charming during the day, what
happens after the sun goes down might shock the citizens of this
small town. Things are heating up in Poppy McGuire’s home town, and
it isn’t just the July weather.
Poppy and her new partner Alex have their eyes opened to the realities of
Sunset Ridge after dark when a traveling salesman is murdered in his
room at the Hotel Piermont, a common destination for cheating spouses
on the outskirts of town. When they find out what he sells, the
mystery gets even more interesting.
Top of the Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 3
204 pages
Controversy sells as much as sex, and nobody knows that better than the local
radio morning DJ who loves to talk politics. His shows enrage people,
but who hated Lee Reynolds enough to shoot him point blank and leave
him for dead in the woods outside of town?
Poppy and Alex have no shortage of suspects and for once aren’t at odds on
who they like for the crime. But all is not well between the
partners. This time, murder has brought with it a new love interest
for Poppy, but Alex isn’t happy with this turn of events.
Will he lose Poppy, the one person he trusts in Sunset Ridge?
The Darkest Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 4
210 pages
Poppy and Alex come up against their toughest case yet, and they
may never be the same again.
When someone close to both Poppy and Alex is found brutally murdered, all
the clues point to Alex as the killer. But Poppy knows in her heart
that her partner could never commit such a heinous crime. As the
evidence begins to mount against him, Poppy must race against the
clock to prove that the man she trusts with her very life isn’t the
murderer, even as everyone around her is convinced of his guilt.
But if Alex isn’t the killer, who is? As the mystery unravels, the past
and present finally meet in Sunset Ridge.
Happy Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 5
266 pages
Poppy and Alex are back for another mystery in Happy Hour, the fifth book
in the Poppy McGuire Mystery Series!
Springtime brings warm weather and murder to Sunset Ridge, and for Poppy,
this particular case strikes close to home.
Antiques dealer Marcus Tyne is found dead in the front seat of his friend’s
car outside of McGuire’s after a Cinco de Mayo celebration, but at
first glance, there’s no reason why he’s dead.
Until the coroner finds out he’s been poisoned.
When a second man is poisoned, Poppy and Alex are thrust into a mystery
that threatens to tear them apart. While they struggle to solve the
case as their differences become more apparent, a murderer walks free
in Sunset Ridge and may have another victim in their sights.
The Witching Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 6
207 pages
In the middle of a late summertime heatwave, a woman Poppy interviewed
for an article on paganism is found with a dagger buried in her chest
in the woods out near Alex’s house. Initially, Stephen and Craig are
given the case, but when Derek determines that this murder shouldn’t
be their first big case together, Alex and Poppy are brought in to help.
But Stephen has never liked Poppy, and tensions quickly begin to run high
between the two sets of partners. The Sunset Ridge police force can’t
afford to have infighting if they want to solve this case before a
fear of witches takes hold in town.
It doesn’t take long before everyone reaches their breaking point and
Alex wonders if he will be a Sunset Ridge police officer for much
longer. Life is about to change for him and Poppy, but will that
change mean the end of his time in town?
The Finest Hour
Poppy McGuire Mysteries Book 7
Join Poppy and Alex for the final Poppy McGuire mystery!
For three years, Poppy and Alex have worked together solving cases in
their small town of Sunset Ridge, first as just co-workers but later
as partners in nearly every sense of the word. Now they’re about to
take the final step and become husband and wife, but in the midst of
getting ready for what folks around town are calling the wedding of
the year, the murder of someone involved in the preparations makes
their plans go awry.
Samuel Morrow, the kind man who has run Morrow’s Jewelers for over twenty
years, is found murdered in an apparent break-in, and there’s no
shortage of suspects who may have had a reason to kill him. Oddly
enough, something very valuable to Poppy and Alex is missing from his
store too. Is the theft connected to the murder?
As they hunt for Samuel’s killer, carefully eliminating suspect after
suspect, they must juggle cake tastings and reception planning, as
all the while someone’s watching their favorite amateur sleuth. Will
Poppy and Alex solve the case and reach the altar, or will the killer
make their ever after far less than happy?
Anina Collins has always loved a good mystery. As a child, her favorite
books were Nancy Drew books passed down from her grandmother, and as
she grew up, she moved on to Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle and their famous detectives. She currently lives in North
Carolina and writes her Poppy McGuire Mystery series.

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Title: Dirty Talk

Series: Get Dirty #1

Author: Lauren Landish
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 27, 2017
Blurb
He makes dirty sound so good. So right.
 
 
The moment I heard his velvety voice growl that I’m his ‘Kitty Kat’, I knew
I was in trouble.
 
Derrick ‘The Love Whisperer’ King gives out relationship and sex advice on
the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal.
Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, Demanding, Sexy… and
oh, so Dirty.
 
Maybe we started this whole thing a little backward, sex first and getting
to know each other after. But I’m starting to let my guard down, my
untrusting heart beginning to think that maybe fairy tales do come true.
Even for me.
 
I feel beautiful and hopeful when he worships my body. I feel dirty and
naughty when he whispers filthy things in my ear.
 
But is it real? Can something so naughty really be good for me?
 
And more importantly, against all odds, can it last… forever?

 

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Lauren
Landish is a WALL STREET JOURNAL & USA TODAY bestselling author and her
books have garnered a legion of praise from her readers.

When she’s not plotting about how she will introduce you to your next sexy as
hell book boyfriend, you can find her deep, deep in her writing cave, furiously
tapping away on her keyboard, writing scenes that would make even a hardened
sailor blush.

Lauren warmly invites you to her worlds of rock hard abs, chiseled smiles, and
men with deep, fat pockets…but beware! These stories are guaranteed to have you
addicted and needing your next fix!

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Want You More * Book Blitz

 

Title: Want You More

Series: Mile High Romance

Author: Nicole Helm
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 28, 2017
Blurb
There’s plenty of
gorgeous winding trails leading to Gracely, Colorado. And making your way
around this rugged Rocky Mountain town is how you start over, fix your
mistakes–and find the one person who’ll always have your back . . .
Will Evans works
hard, plays harder–but never gets in too deep. He’ll do anything to keep his
family’s Mile High Adventures business on track and help Gracely recover. One
too many betrayals taught this handsome guide to avoid commitment as expertly
as he negotiates difficult trails and treacherous rivers. But now it’s
impossible for him to play it cool with the one woman he lost–and never
forgot.
Nothing is going to
keep Tori Appleby from starting over right. After a career-ending personal and
professional mistake, she’s back to save the company she helped start. She
needs Gracely’s healing small-town charm–and the caring and help she’s only
found with the Evans family. But she doesn’t need Will trying for a second
chance. Or to risk her heart one more time.
Will won’t commit,
and Tori has a life to rebuild. But to move on, they’ll have to give in to the
irresistible heat between them . . .


 

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Nicole Helm grew
up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a
few failed career choices, a husband, and two kids, she got to pursue that
dream. Nicole writes down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to
cowboys, Midwest to the West, she writes stories about people finding
themselves and finding love in the process. When she’s not writing, she spends
her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and
two young sons in Missouri. She is slightly (okay, totally) addicted to Twitter
(@nicolethelm) and the St. Louis Cardinals. Her website is www.nicolehelm.com.

 

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Seducing Her Brother’s Best Friend

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Fifteen years ago, three girls were thrown together because their brothers were best friends. Now they’re all grown up, and their brothers are grown up too. The Tea for Two series tells their stories. Fans of New York Times Bestselling Author, Noelle Adams, will love this newest playful friends become lovers story featuring Carol and Patrick, releasing January 10, 2017.
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Title: Seducing Her Brother’s Best Friend
Author: Noelle Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 10, 2018
Publisher: Noelle Adams
Series: Tea for Two
Format: Digital eBook
Digital ISBN: 9781386624455

 

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Synopsis:
After too many years being overlooked by men, Carol is ready to take action. She wants a man, and she knows which man she wants. Her brother’s best friend, Patrick Stevenson.
Patrick is funny and brainy and the sexiest man she’s ever known, but he has never looked at her as anything except his friend’s little sister. That’s going to change.
Carol isn’t good at flirting. Or seduction. Or anything that requires putting herself out there. But she’s going to make sure Patrick sees her as a desirable woman—and one he wants for more than one night—even if it turns her whole world upside down. He already likes her a lot. He just needs to open his eyes to how good they’d be together.
After all, how stubborn can he be?
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She narrowed her eyes even more and gave him a cool glare. “You might as well just admit it. I know exactly what happened.”
He groaned softly. “All right. Fine. I couldn’t believe you’d be acting like… like that.”
“Like what?”
She was making this as hard as possible for him, and he couldn’t even blame her. “Like you… liked me.” It sounded ridiculous, immature, but he couldn’t think of any other way to put it.
“And you really can’t believe that I do?”
He wanted to be anywhere but here, put on the spot like this. He wanted to get up and leave, somehow escape everything he was feeling.
But, if he did, that would be it. He’d never have Carol in his life again. He might have messed this up completely, but he wasn’t prepared to lose her for good. So he told her the truth. “No. I really can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
Carol almost never used to rough language—even something as mild as “hell.” It seemed to emphasize how upset she really was.
“I… I don’t even know.”
She stared at him for a full minute. He could see her chest rise and fall with her heaving breathing. Then she finally got up, muttering, “You’re a real idiot sometimes. You know that, right?” She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
He hauled himself to his feet and followed her. “I know I’m an idiot. I know that. But I’m still here, trying to fix things.”
She was staring into her open refrigerator, like she’d forgotten what she’d come here for.
“Carol,” he said, touching her shoulder gently. She looked so hurt and wounded. He couldn’t believe he was important enough to her to make her feel this way.
She whirled around to face him. “Why shouldn’t I like you?” she demanded.
He blinked. “Because… because it seems pretty obvious that it’s just because the others have gotten together.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I mean Emma and Noah got together, and then Ginny and Ryan got together. So now we’re the only two left. I get it. I do. It would make sense for us to get paired up in the same way. But that doesn’t mean it’s… it’s real.”
She made a loud, throaty sound of naked frustration.
Patrick contorted his face as he was washed with self-consciousness and confusion. “I’m trying to be honest here.”
“I know you are. I know you are!”
She closed the refrigerator, having taken nothing out. “Why wouldn’t we be good together?”
“We’re totally different. If I wasn’t the last guy left in our little group, you’d choose someone totally different.” He knew this much for sure. He’d been rehearsing it over and over again—for months now—reminding himself that any soft looks she’d given him had been based on something other than real attraction.
“How do you know that?”
“Carol, please. I know I act stupid sometimes, but I do have a functioning mind. And neither one of us deserves to be stuck with… whoever happens to be left.”
She gaped at him. Literally gaped. Then her cheeks paled even more. “You think I’m… just whoever happens to be left.”
“Not you,” he gasped, shocked that she’d ever even imagine he felt that way. “Not you. Me. I’m whoever is left.”
“You… you… you…” She was panting, couldn’t even get the words out.
“Me what?”
“You idiot!”
He was processing her uncontrolled outburst and so he wasn’t prepared for what she did next.
What she did was launch herself at him, grabbing his head and pulling it down into a kiss.
Since he wasn’t prepared, he couldn’t control his response. And he’d been wanting her too much, for too long, and not letting himself act on that desire.
So he didn’t stop it, even though he knew he should.
He didn’t push her away gently and explain that it couldn’t happen.
He kissed her back.
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Other Books in the Tea For Two series:
Falling For HerBrother’s Best Friend
After too many bad decisions in romance, Emma is going on a man-fast. For the next six months, she’s fasting from men. No sex. No dating. No soulful gazes. No fond memories of her first crush. She’s going to spend the time focusing on her career, getting in touch with herself, and helping her two best friends with the launch of their new tea room. No men.
And that includes her brother’s best friend, Noah Hart, who has just returned to their hometown.
She doesn’t want Noah anyway. He might be even hotter than he was before, but he’s not a nice guy anymore. He’s made a fortune by acting ruthless in business, and the last thing he’s looking for is small-town domestic life. He doesn’t even want to be in town again, but a sick grandmother guilted him into it. Then he has nerve to not even recognize Emma when he sees her again. Maybe it’s been seven years, but a decent guy would remember his best friend’s little sister.
Noah is not a decent guy. Anyway, Emma is on a man-fast. And she doesn’t want Noah.
At all.
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Winning Her Brother’s Best Friend
Ginny Hart loves men. And she loves dating. She just doesn’t want a serious relationship. She’s tried it before–with her brother’s best friend, Ryan–and it’s clear she’s not cut out for it. So she’ll keep having fun and focusing on the new tea shop she recently opened with her best friend.
That’s all she needs in her life.
She definitely doesn’t need Ryan, who is always hanging around and has turned into a real player. When he challenges her to prove which of them is more popular with the opposite sex, she takes him up on the bet. One month. Four Saturday nights. She’ll show him she’s not still holding on to old feelings. It doesn’t matter if she can’t seem to keep her hands off him.
She’s not about to let him win.
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About Noelle Adams:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.

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This Baby Business
Heatherly Bell
(Heroes of Fortune Valley)
Published by: Harlequin
Publication date: October 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Strictly business…or is it?

Air force pilot Levi Lambert has seen plenty of danger—but his infant daughter might be the death of him. Fortunately, Levi’s found the answer to his sleep-deprived prayers: his next-door neighbor! Carly Gilmore is willing to be his nanny…until a small white lie turns their arrangement from business to very personal. The fake engagement was intended to keep Levi from losing custody of his baby girl, but is causing all sorts of new problems. Not only does Carly attract trouble like bees to honey, but there’s the little matter of Levi’s smokin’-hot attraction to her. The last thing he needs is to fall in love…

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How exactly did he manage to look like sex on a stick at the end of a long day? He had this whole badass look going on, late-afternoon scruffiness over his jawline, making her want to rub against him like a cat.

Bad, bad Carly. “I wanted to talk to you about something anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I haven’t had a whole lot of luck finding another sitter. I’ll make a few calls tonight.” He followed her into the family room.

“That’s not it. I need a favor.”

“Done.”

“You don’t even know what it is yet.”

He gave her an easy smile. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Be careful, Levi Lambert. You never know what I might ask.”

“Bring it on.” His eyes filled with obvious male appreciation.

She was reminded of her bare legs. The look he slid her was so full of heat that she thought her panties might spontaneously burst into flames. Focus, Carly, focus.

“I want to put photos of Grace on my website. I took some cute ones today.” She took her phone out and showed them to him. Shots of Grace staring with delight at a tree as if she’d just discovered them. Smiling as she watched a child playing ball, staring wide-eyed at a woman walking her poodle down the street.

“You took her to the park. She loves it there.” Levi didn’t take the phone from her, but instead held her wrist and brought the phone up closer.

Her stupid wrist tingled as if it thought it might be about to have a good time. She cleared her throat. “I know. Just look at this one. I think she noticed a cloud for the first time.”

He grinned, still holding her wrist. “Nah, she saw one last week.”

“Right. So…is it okay if I put her photos up? She’s an adorable baby.”

“Fine with me.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll never share her real name with my readers. And no one has any idea that the company is based in Fortune. My mother took great precautions to protect our privacy.”

“I trust you.” His big, rough hand slid from her wrist to her elbow, and the tingle traveled.

“Thank you.” She stared at his lips, willing him to kiss her. “The trust is…important.”

“Extremely.”

That talented hand now settled on her waist and pulled her closer. And somehow her hands were squeezing his biceps and she went up on the balls of her feet to get closer still. He kissed her long and deep, his hot, wet tongue insistent. It got wild and crazy as her hands fisted his shirt and his hands palmed her ass.

“Levi.” She broke off from the kiss, breathless. “We probably shouldn’t do this. It’s not…a good idea.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re right.”

Great. He agreed with her. “It’s stupid.”

“Yeah.” He tugged her in tighter and kissed her again. And again.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned into his mouth.

And they continued to be crazy stupid for the next hour.

 

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Heatherly Bell drinks copious amounts of coffee, craves cupcakes, and occasionally wears real pants.

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