Book Blitz: Taming Demons for Beginners (The Guild Codex: Demonized: Book 1) by Annette Marie

Taming Demons for Beginners 
by Annette Marie 
(The Guild Codex: Demonized #1) 
Published by: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.
Publication date: September 13th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

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Book Synopsis:

Rule one: Don’t look at the demon.

When I arrived at my uncle’s house, I expected my relatives to be like me—outcast sorcerers who don’t practice magic. I was right about the sorcery, but wrong about everything else.

Rule two: Don’t listen to the demon.

My uncle chose a far deadlier power. He calls creatures of darkness into our world, binds them into service contracts, and sells them to the highest bidder. And I’m supposed to act like I don’t know how illegal and dangerous it is.

Rule three: Don’t talk to the demon.

All I had to do was keep my nose out of it. Pretend I didn’t find the summoning circle in the basement. Pretend I didn’t notice the shadowy being trapped inside it. Pretend I didn’t break the rules.

But I did, and now it’s too late.


From the author of The Guild Codex: Spellbound comes a new series that will plunge an unprepared young woman into the darkest magic of the mythic world.


Excerpt:

Amalia shot me a scathing look. “We’re all summoners.” 

“My parents weren’t.” I resumed stirring the batter with jerky movements. “They didn’t practice magic at all. Neither do I. I’ve never even seen a demon.” That brief glimpse in the library didn’t count. 

I finished folding the batter and shakily poured it into a tube pan. My eyes were stinging—typical Robin, tearing up at the first sign of scary, scary confrontation. As I smoothed the batter into the pan, Amalia stepped back from the counter. 

“Come with me,” she said. 

“Come … where?” 

“You’ll see.” 

I slid the pan into the oven, set a timer on my phone, then followed her across the kitchen. She pulled on a pair of sandals and pushed through the French doors. Her long legs carried her across the sprawling deck and onto the lawn. I stuck my feet into someone’s oversized flipflops and trotted after her on my much shorter legs, shivering in the October air, its chill resisting the afternoon sun’s warmth. 

A large greenhouse was nestled among shrubbery near a high white fence, and Amalia swept into the humid interior. Confused, I peered at the rows of plants as she opened a storage cupboard dominated by a rack of gardening tools. 

Then she swung that open, revealing a hidden staircase leading underground. 

My pulse throbbed in my ears as I cautiously followed her down the dim stairs. She wouldn’t hurt me, would she? Hostile or not, she didn’t seem like the type who’d chop me up and use my decomposing bones to fertilize the greenhouse. 

She halted at the closed door at the bottom and checked I was right behind her. With a cold smirk, she shoved the door open and stepped aside to give me an unobstructed view of what lay beyond. 

Dimly lit by a single bare bulb in the ceiling, the forty-square-foot room was windowless and damp. Water stains streaked the cinderblock walls and unfinished concrete floor, and in the center of the cold, ugly square, a ten-foot-diameter circle shone silver. Lines, arches, intersecting shapes, and hundreds of runes spiraled over the ring, weaving in and out of its interior. I knew exactly what it was. 

A summoning circle. A second one. Unlike the library’s circle, this one held no darkness … but it wasn’t empty. 

A demon crouched inside it. Four long horns rose off its head, a pair protruding from each temple and curving upward. Enormous wings were folded against its broad back, and a thick tail lay on the concrete behind it, ending in a mace-like scale plate. Heavily muscled shoulders supported its large head and those huge horns. 

Even crouched, it was massive. Standing, it would be seven feet tall and built like a linebacker. Dark, reddish-brown skin stretched across bulging muscle. 

Deep-set eyes fixed on me. They glowed like lava, but instead of heat, they radiated primal hatred and zealous bloodlust. Its need to kill, to rip and tear and spill my blood across the floor, hung in the air like a poisonous miasma. 

I didn’t realize I’d moved until my heel caught on something. I fell back into the stairs, slamming my elbows into the concrete. 

Amalia swung the door shut, concealing the circle and beast behind it. 


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Giveaway ends September 26th

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Annette Marie is the author of Amazon best-selling YA urban fantasy series Steel & Stone, its prequel trilogy Spell Weaver, and romantic fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast-paced adventures and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it’s not quite that bad) with her husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.

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Book Blitz: Dark Water (Academy’s Rise) by Lia Davis and L.A. Boruff

Dark Water: A Collective World Novel 
by Lia Davis & L.A. Boruff
(Academy’s Rise, #2) 
Publication date: September 13th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Reverse Harem, Romance

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As firstborn, my sister, Meda, will be High Alpha to all the lycans and vampires in the world—The Collective. She’s just found her mates and one of the three is heir to a huge witch Circle, which will one day unite the three major paranormal races.

I dodged a major bullet there. Thank Lucifer. I’m not a leader. I’m not someone to look up to. I like to do my own thing and go my own way.

Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I’m fighting a mating bond myself. As if I needed three guys hanging on to my every freaking word.

And now, I’m having visions of what’s to come. It isn’t pretty.

My sisters and I must race against time to figure out what the vision means and how to stop the pending evil from destroying everyone we love.

Failure isn’t an option.


Excerpt:

Halfway through the lecture, which I normally enjoyed, the door opened.

His scent hit me first since I had my forehead resting in my palm, propped up on the desk. I jerked, knocking my notebook off of my desk with a clatter.

Half the room turned to look at me, the other half looked at the hunk of sex appeal that had walked in the room and knocked me over with his scent.

“Holy shit.” A whisper from my right drew my attention, but I couldn’t manage to look away. I knew the speaker from school. 

“Andee, you ain’t kiddin’.” We hadn’t been close, but anyone could bond when someone that bad-boy hot walked into the room.

That asshole heard me, and as he inhaled, his head swiveled from greeting my Paw to looking for me. He’d scented me.

The Tall Glass of Fuck Me stared at me as I fought the urge to jump up and claim him in front of the entire class. And my Paw.

Lucifer’s leg hair, the last fucking thing I needed was a third mate. And a vampire, to top it off. Just like Meda. What kind of fated mate, romance novel, made-for-tv bullshit were my ancestors thinking?

The only open seats in the room were up front, directly in front of Paw, and right be-fucking-side me. “Don’t you sit there,” I warned him under my breath. All heads swiveled to me. Everyone but the witches, anyway. The vamps and lycans all heard my warning with their excellent hearing.

The stranger, my mate, smiled. He knew exactly what was going on. I leaned slightly out into the aisle so I could see him from head to toe. Mainly, I wanted to see if he had a boner to rival the lady-boner I had.

His fucking black fucking jeans were so tight on his Adonis-belt style body that the entire room could see the outline of his dick as it pushed against the material.

Everyone except Paw, who walked around the desk and stood slightly behind the blonde. The hollows of his cheeks deepened as Paw introduced him. “This is Kevin, everyone. Kevin, this is pretty much the whole school. I teach history to everyone at once, like it or not.”

“Pleasure,” he said in a British accent.

Every woman in the room, and a couple of the men, sucked in a breath at the sound of his sultry voice, myself included.

Those bitches could breathe as hard as they wanted, this hot motherfucker was mine. As hard as I wanted him, equally, I didn’t. He sauntered forward, the buckles on the leather of his coat jingling softly as he moved his cocky self to the seat beside me.

“Don’t.” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Don’t what?” Paw asked.

As an empath, this was my idea of torture. The room was a big ball of anticipation, curious what was happening between me and the new sultry, sexy, slender… son of a bitch I couldn’t take it.

Jumping up, I finally looked away from Kevin and straight into the eyes of Randell. His fury and confusion pelted my emotions. Nope. Nuh-uh. I noped it right out of the room, using every ounce of speed I possessed. 


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L.A. Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. L.A.’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books, and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.

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In 2008, Lia Davis ventured into the world of writing and publishing and never looked back. She has published more than twenty books, including the bestselling A Tiger’s Claim, book one in her fan favorite Ashwood Falls series. Her novels feature compassionate yet strong alpha heroes who know how to please their women and her leading ladies are each strong in their own way. No matter what obstacle she throws at them, they come out better in the end.

While writing was initially a way escape from real world drama, Lia now makes her living creating worlds filled with magic, mystery, romance, and adventure so that others can leave real life behind for a few hours at a time. 

Lia’s favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers, but it’s her home and she loves it!

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Book Blitz: Accidental Rebel by Nicole Snow

Accidental Rebel 
by Nicole Snow 
Publication date: September 12th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

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Accidentally hitched to a dream. Now for the catch…

I didn’t even say “I do.”
One crank call and I’m insta-wife to a tattooed behemoth and mother to his kids.
He’s paying my idiot boss a fortune for the perfect cover.
Because trouble found Miller Rush, and he found me.

A rock hard, overprotective rebel with a cause.
Father of the century.
Abs wound tighter than his attitude, stomping around my house, barking orders.
Something’s got to give, okay?

But it won’t be me.
Not my courage, even when my nosy mother smells drama.
Not my heart set on helping two little angels and their perma-grump dad.
Definitely not my body screaming Mayday because his bedroom eyes are magnets.

Deep breath.
It’s only a few weeks.
It’s only a whole crew of freaky people coming after him.
It’s only pretend and I’m so not letting this Mrs. Rush thing go to my head.
Why didn’t anyone warn me some knots can’t be untied?

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – a high stakes marriage mistake with a twist. One hulking superdad hero goes all-in to save his family and the wife he wasn’t supposed to keep. Full-length romance novel with a Happily Ever After sugar rush.


Excerpt:

“You okay, Gwen?”

I snap open my eyes at Miller’s question. My fake husband leans against the short wall that separates the entryway from the living room. And to be perfectly honest, he looks like he just stepped out of one of my mother’s books.

Awesome.

Just what I need right now. A brutal reminder of how huge and hot he is, and how he’s probably as sick of this stuff as I am.

His dark hair is cut short, still rumpled from his nap. His black shirt hugs his broad chest like a second skin. So do the black jeans, and even in his socks, you could just eat him up. Whipped cream optional.

The worst part is, it’s a normal, almost boring look. How can that be sexy?

Hell if I know, but it is. Something hums in my veins I’ve never felt before, this heated rush that has far too much to do with Mr. Rush and not the adrenaline attack of the past twenty-four hours.

“Gwen?”

I try to nod. My name rolls off his tongue like warm caramel drips down the side of a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

His bright-blue eyes no longer look so tired, so worn out. Now they have a shine to them.

There’s more, too. He’s concerned. Rightfully so.

This guy and his twins are on the lam. That’s got to bother him deeply. Heck, I’m not even him, this isn’t my mess, and it’s not any easier for me.

If only that were true. Because I went and made it my mess when I let Manny talk me into helping Miller Rush twice.

I push off the door, hating how flustered I must look. “I’m fine. Let’s just eat.”

“Hoped you’d say that. It’s ready.”

He doesn’t have to remind me. My entire house has never smelled this good in my life. It pales even compared to the time I tried to cook a whole turkey dinner for Mother and her happy little M.E. Court team. She wound up rushing to my rescue. Turns out my cooking skills are far more impressive in my head.

Maybe I’m dreaming this. An overly handsome, wildly sexy stranger in my house has just cooked up a fabulous meal from my meagerly supplied cupboards. That’s more than a dream.

It’s a flipping fairy tale.

Who needs a glass slipper? Not this girl.


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Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.

Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.

Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.

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Weekly Wrap Up: September 8th through September 14th 2019

Clicking on titles under Books I’ve ReadNetGalley Requests,and Author/Publisher Requests will take you to Goodreads.

Clicking on titles under Books with Pending Reviews and Books with Published Reviews will take you to Amazon.

Clicking on titles Blog Tours/Excerpts/Book Blitz will take you to that specific blog post.

Clicking on links under Giveaways I’ve Entered will take you to that giveaway

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Books I’ve Read:

Holding On To Forever

Steel Crow Saga

The Girl the Sea Gave Back


Books with Pending Reviews:

Holding On To Forever— Review coming September 15th


Books with Published Reviews:

29 Seconds

The Girl the Sea Gave Back

Merlin’s Shakespeare

The Mercutio Problem


NetGalley Requests:

Forever My Duke


Author/Publisher/Blog Tour Review Requests:

Christmas in Harmony Harbor—(Forever/Grand Central Publishing)

A Cowboy Like You—Publisher Request (SMP)

Agent Jack—Publisher Request (SMP)


Blog Tours/Excerpts/Book Blitz:

Fangs and Frenemies—Book Blitz

Feather—Cover Reveal

Alee—Cover Reveal

Rites of Spring—Book Blitz

Submitting to Two Doms—Book Blitz

Married to the Lord—Book Blitz

Not Suitable for Work—Cover Reveal

Georgie’s Secret—Book Blitz

The Long Night: Blood Will Be Served—Book Blitz

Helix—Excerpt

Dope & Diamonds—Book Blitz

Until I Fall-–Book Blitz

Alec—Cover Reveal

Reluctant Heiress—Book Blitz

Shadow Caster—Book Blitz

The Last Huntsman—Book Blitz

Out of Bounds—Cover Reveal

The Minimalist Babe—Book Blitz

No More Bad Dates—Book Blitz

After We Met—Book Blitz

In Over Her Head—Book Blitz


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Book Blitz: Rumba (Sultry Nights: Book 3) by Melanie Munton

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Rumba 
by Melanie Munton 
(Sultry Nights #3) 
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

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Book Synopsis:

Rumba (n): the dance of love, a tale of passion, 
the ultimate romantic connection between two people 


Sophie Fuentes is supposed to be getting her family out of Miami. She is not supposed to be falling head over heels in lust—or is it love?—with LA drug boss, Max Ramirez. Especially not when she can’t tell if he’s an angel sent to save her, or the devil sent to destroy her.

Undercover DEA agent Max Romano wants Sophie’s secrets. All of them. And not just for his investigation. The more he knows about her, the better he can protect her from the dangers that threaten her.

The only problem is, he’s not ready for her to learn all of his secrets.
And when she finally discovers the truth behind all of his lies, his entire world explodes into chaos.


Excerpt:

Sophie returns to the table with a coy grin but doesn’t take her seat. Instead, she holds out her hand, challenging me with her caramel eyes. “Supongo que sabes rumba, Señor Ramirez?” I assume you know how to rumba, Mr. Ramirez?

I inwardly cringe at the use of my false name, especially after the very personal and very true emotional bomb I just dropped. But I sense what she’s doing, and I’m grateful for her insight. She knew the memory had been too much for me to share. Could feel my overwhelming sadness and didn’t push me further. Instead, she’s giving me an out. A way of not talking about it and pushing the reset button.

I take her hand and rise.

But not before plucking one of the red roses from the vase on the table.

She twirls slowly, once, before allowing me to take her in my arms and assume the close embrace position of the dance. The red rose is trapped between our connected hands. Our feet are practically locked together as we glide over the wooden floor. Not smoothly like a waltz, not with purpose like a samba or salsa. But a sensual sway against each other, our bodies moving fluidly to the quick-quick-slow tempo of the rumba rhythm. 

Her hips swerve slowly.

Her hands caress sensuously.

Her eyes glaze carnally.

Fuck.

Then she goes into a dip and wraps her leg around my waist, the slit in her dress rising dangerously high. That’s when I feel her heat…rubbing directly against my hardening dick.

Double fuck

You wearing panties, Sophie?”

Her eyes droop. “Barely.”

I groan. “I feel you. You’re so hot, baby.”

Her brow furrows as she bites her lip. “And you’re hard.” I thrust my hips on her last whispered word, making her gasp. “Ay, so hard.”

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

That wanton comment spikes my blood. Sophie is an irresistibly sexual being. Everything she does reminds a man of what she would feel like wrapped around him. I can’t resist her when she’s spewing attitude and sass in my face, spitting Spanish curses with all that Latina fire. But this sexually bold side of her? The side that’s pliant and opening like a spring blossom in my arms? 

I will never want anything more desperately than this woman.

“I think this dress was specifically made for you to torture me with.”

“You chose it.”

And thank God for that. “I must be a masochist. You’re exquisite in it, but I’ve never hated a dress so much in my fucking life.”

I clamp my hand around her waist tighter at the sound of her light chuckle. This heavenly creature in my arms fills me with emotions that are more hedonistic in nature than angelic. The power of her tempting flesh is consuming me to the point of debauchery on a primal, animalistic level. The need to own every part of her, body and soul, is poisoning me down to my core. She’s corrupting my very being.

If anything, you’re corrupting her.


Giveaway:

Giveaway ends September 19th.

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Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd. Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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Book Blitz: Rites of Spring (Rites: Book 1) by J.V. Speyer

Rites of Spring 
by J.V. Speyer 
(Rites #1) 
Publication date: September 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense

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Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.

When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years — if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.

Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.


Excerpt:

Okay, if Cameron ignored his personality, Jason was everything Cameron usually went for. He was tall, he was strong (or at least looked strong), and the black leather jacket did things to Cameron that he’d never been able to explain. 

He didn’t like the attitude. He didn’t like the contempt that he’d seen in Jason. Jason had clearly assumed that he and Reid could just walk up to him and say, “Boo! We’re ghost hunters, here to rescue you!” and Cameron would roll over and obey. Jason had a lot to learn about people if he thought they worked like that. Cameron had never been very good at taking orders, and the idea that someone was just going to come up to him and say “Do what I say because I said so” filled him with an irrational anger. 

He wanted to wipe the arrogance off that smug, self-satisfied face. 

Jason might be hot, but he was arrogant. He was also volatile, which Cameron did not need in his life. He’d had plenty of that already. What he needed now was stability, and he could afford to wait until he found it. He didn’t mind going without, even if it had been almost a year since he and Dustin had broken up. 

He shook his head and laughed at himself. Putting the cart before the horse, don’t you think? Jason was hot, arrogant, volatile, whatever. Jason was also a con man trying to get into Cameron’s house for unknown reasons, not some guy messaging him on the dating app Grindr. Jason wasn’t attracted to Cameron. Jason wasn’t even pretending to be attracted to Cameron. Jason was probably straight. 

Reid came off as the more stable of the pair, but the way that he spoke in measured tones made Cameron uneasy. He sounded like the guidance counselors and “advocates” that kept showing up in school and throughout the system; the ones they used to try to break you down and get you to tell them things you didn’t want to. Reid was probably the least trustworthy of the pair.


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J. V. Speyer has lived in upstate New York and rural Catalonia before settling in the greater Boston area. She has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management.  She currently lives just south of Boston in a house old enough to remember when her town was a tavern community with a farming problem.  (No, really. John Adams complained about it. A lot.) 

When not writing, J. V. enjoys watching baseball and seeking out all of New England’s creepiest spots.  Her Spawn has turned her into a hockey enthusiast. She can be bribed with gin, tequila, and cats.

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Book Blitz: Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms: Book 5) by BJ Wayne

Submitting to Two Doms 
by BJ Wane 
(Cowboy Doms, #5) 
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: September 9th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance

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It was meant to be an affair…

After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent’s pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.

Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.

While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.

This is book five in the Cowboy Doms series, but reads as a standalone.


Excerpt:

If possible, Devin would slam the sliding back door shut as he followed his soon-to-be ex-friend and partner outside.  He was so annoyed with Greg for answering Jordan McAllister’s call he didn’t even spare an appreciative glance toward the two young women enjoying the bubbling hot tub.  The nip in the air, a hint fall was sneaking up on them fast, did nothing to cool down his hot temper.

“I’ll have to discuss it with…”

“No,” he interrupted Greg, refusing to hear what favor their ex-government boss wanted from them. 

Greg glared at him but his annoyance didn’t come through his smooth reply.  “Yeah, you heard right, but if I agree, he can just ignore her. I need to think about it.  I’ll call you back in the morning.” He ended the call, leaned against the rail and crossed his arms.  Looking toward the hot tub, he stated with polite firmness, “Give us a few minutes, please.”

“Sure, Master Greg.”  Mindy, a regular at the club, and her friend, an attractive redhead Devin didn’t know, both stood and stepped out of the heated water.

Devin snatched two towels off the bench and tossed them over to them, the water sluicing down their naked bodies distracting him for a moment.  He might be pissed, but he wasn’t brain dead. He waited until the door closed behind their towel-wrapped forms before rounding on Greg again, who still lounged against the rail, giving him that look, the calm under the surface but annoyed mien Devin knew only too well.

“We retired early for a reason,” he reminded Greg, moving to stand next to him, facing the night-shrouded trees several feet from the deck as he leaned his forearms on the post.  “We swore we were done, and agreed to start over without looking back, without regrets.”

“And yet the regrets are still there.”  Greg sighed and ran one hand through his wavy reddish/brown hair.  “You recall the foster kid Jordan and Theresa took in, the young girl they talked about?”

“No.”  But of course, he did.  He remembered way too much of his years as an agent.  Jordan had once shown him a school picture of the cute blonde whose large blue eyes dominated a small face.  

“Stubborn ass.  Anyway, she’s in need of a safe place to hang for a while after an attack at a job site. They’re asking us to take her in until they know what’s going on, if she was the target or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Devin shook his head.  “No. They can find someone else.”

“It’ll only be for a few weeks,” Greg persisted.  “And we’re about as far off the grid from Philadelphia as you can get.”

Pushing off the rail, he leveled an angry glare toward his best friend.  “No, and God damn it, you know why.” He turned and took two steps toward the doors, intending that to be the end of it since he refused to go down that road again.

Greg’s next words halted him with his hand on the knob.  “I’m thinking of saying yes.”

Devin looked back and replied coolly, “You do that, but leave me out of it.”


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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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