trafficking is taking place there, and girls are disappearing from the local hospital. He doesn’t expect that this young lady will be involved. Incredibly drawn to her, he realizes he’s fallen deeply for her before he even gets her home. Love at first sight, just like his own parents? Is she at risk? Or is she involved in the scheme? What do the FBI and the HP want with her? Will their worlds collide, or will they come apart? Publisher's Note: This action-packed, steamy contemporary romance contains themes of power exchange. SNEAK PEAK:He shook his head and took them, moving inside the kitchen to set them down. When he turned back, she had stopped just inside the doorway. He crooked a finger at her. "Come here." Her eyes, already large, grew wider as she slowly approached. He reached for her, holding her around the waist with one arm. With the other, he planted a hard swat on her bottom. She shrieked. "That," he said firmly, "is for leaving the house without telling me. And this," he brought his hand down again," is for doing it the second time. After what happened yesterday in Denver and then in St. Louis, I would have thought you'd know better than to take off without letting me know." He released her, and she took a step backward, rubbing her bottom. "Ow," she said in a small voice. Looking at the bags he'd set on the counter, he reached for her. Putting his hands on her waist, he set her up on the kitchen island. "Look, Emmy, I do appreciate you going and bringing back something to eat. But when I awakened and you were missing, I swear, it took ten years off my life. Can you understand that?" She nodded. "I'm sorry." His hands moved to her sides as he leaned forward, shaking his head. "Just don't do it again. All right? I'm utterly serious." The expression on her face changed suddenly as she tilted her head at him. "Really?" His own countenance grew wary and his eyes narrowed. "What does that look on your face mean?" She wiggled forward on the counter and kissed his cheek. "It's nice to have someone worry about me." His brows knit closer. He took hold of her waist and set her back down so her feet touched the floor, feeling as if he'd lost control of the situation. But she was rifling through the bags now and handed him a package of something, still warm, and a cup of coffee. When he took it, she gave him a huge smile. Her dimples were showing again. "Good morning," she said brightly. "Good morning. Emmy, you do realize—" "Yes, sir. I do. I won't do it again. There's a bar stool on the other side of the island, if you want to sit down. And there's a potato patty in the bag for you." He shook his head and moved to sit down. Setting out the other stool next to him, he pointed to it. "Sit." She shoved her food over in front of the other spot. "I didn't have any eggs, and everyone should have a good breakfast, so I thought..." She frowned at his expression. "Want me to take them back?" He shook his head. "No, Emmy. I just want to make sure I made an impression on you, that's all. Because if you take off like that again, I'll put you over my knee and spank you." She blinked up at him, pausing just out of his reach. "But—you said you weren't taking me to raise—I don't understand why I should have to ask permission to leave my own house and run errands." "I also said I wasn't going to abandon you, if you remember correctly. Your safety is important, and I don't want you taking unnecessary chances with it. Do you understand me?" Her expression was incredulous. "Emmy?" "No," she said softly. "I don't." GIVEAWAY:
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resect the Blade of Pestilence, also hoping to change his people’s state of endless war. Although the woman hates him due to the constant raids on her compound for the Slayers’ life-giving blood, he can’t help but admire the stubborn and strong princess. As their journey progresses, both begin to understand that they are aligned in their hatred of Crimeous, leader of the Deamons, as well as their hope for peace between the Slayers and Vampyres. Determined to fight their growing attraction, they forge a tentative truce. But old wounds run deep and trust is scarce. Their faith in each other must remain strong or all will be lost… Interview with Rebecca HefnerThanks so much for stopping by! I’m really excited to introduce you to the first book in my Etherya’s Earth series, entitled The End of Hatred. It’s a new paranormal romance series that re-imagines the age-old story of Vampyres and Slayers. How long have you been writing? The End of Hatred is my first published book, although I’ve been writing for years. For twelve years I worked in corporate America as a medical device sales rep. Or, as I like to say, I played a doctor on TV. At night, when I would come home tired from the day, I would always love to curl up with a good romance novel. Who inspires your writing? I discovered romance novels when I was young and would sneak into my mother’s bedroom to read the stories of Judith McNaught, Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown. More recently, I’ve discovered many more great authors such as Lisa Kleypas, JR Ward, Julie James and Kit Rocha, to name a few. What themes were important to you when writing the series? I’m a huge Star Wars and Game of Thrones fan but also love a good romance novel. It was difficult for me to find novels that had all of the fantasy and action themes I loved (including a good twist!) as well as a satisfying romance. Therefore, I hope my books will take readers on an adventure, while giving them all the feels and satisfaction of a satisfying central romance and HEA. What are your favorite characteristics of the two main characters in The End of Hatred? Miranda, the heroine, is so kick-ass. I want to be her when I grow up. It is very important to me that I write strong female characters who represent all of the amazing women I’m surrounded by in my life. We all have such power and strength and I love writing characters who embody that. Sathan, the hero, is the perfect equal to Miranda and challenges her when she needs it. He’s also a sexy-as-sin Vampyre, so that leads to some steamy action for both of them! Giveaway
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Ecopy of The End of Hatred: Ashley Prize list book: HB and Elf  Excerpt“I hate to see you go, Two. I am very reluctant to send you on this mission, but you are our best operative, and this is a delicate situation.” He turned his attention to the office door when it opened and shut again. “Schmidt…you have the details of the mission?” “Of course.” Schmidt settled himself into a chair, then gave her a nod. “Two.” She held her breath as he securitized her for a moment, a note of approval lighting his blue eyes. “She is an excellent choice for this exercise.” Exercise? I am being forced into a deathtrap with a one-way ticket. She sighed. At least Schmidt was a little easier to deal with. Although the two men had worked together for many years, he lacked the cruel edge that emanated from his partner. “Sir, may I ask the objective of the mission and to which planet I will be sent?” “Brevona, in the Alderan Galaxy. Your mission is highly classified and important to Earth’s survival. Do not share any of this with the other trainees.” He placed a tablet on the table and pushed it toward her. “Here are the details of your assignment.” I’m not allowed to talk to the other girls. How on Earth would I share any of the details? Loser… Two swiped her finger across the screen scanning through what were mainly photos. No names, no written details. Several of the pictures were of the planet, Brevona, another of a castle and the royal family, then one of a grossly overweight man with greasy hair, wearing a uniform. “The target?” Schultz walked behind her and rested his hands on the back of her chair to peer over her shoulder, his face uncomfortably close to hers, his breath on her neck. “That is General Nimera Xalo. He has led his army to revolt against the king and queen and has captured the royal family. They will be executed this week if the maniac is not stopped. WLO has informed us that Nimera is hosting a large party to celebrate his ascension to the throne. Many dignitaries have been invited, including several from Earth. You will infiltrate the celebration and seduce the general.” Schultz lightly caressed her jaw, then withdrew his hand. “Beautiful women are his weakness, and you are the most exquisite and elegant of all my girls.” I suspect women are your weakness, too, the way you touch me. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at both the idea of seducing the general and the touch of Schultz’s hand. She shook the revulsion from her body to focus on her assignment. “Sir, isn’t the portal untested on humans? Why not allow me to travel with the Earth delegation to ensure the elimination of my target?” Schmidt leaned forward and patted her leg. “You have nothing to fear. The portal is stable, and we can promise you that you will reach your point of destination. A return trip is another matter entirely.” GIVEAWAY
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The first 3 books in the Eliminator series: Tammy Prize list book: Linda  Interview with Ceeree FieldsHi everyone. Thank you so much for having me today. I'm here to talk about my romantic suspense, Gravedigger. So, let the interrogation ... Ummm ... I mean, interview begin. When did you first realize that you wanted to be a writer? I wrote my first book when I was seventeen. It was a cross between Mortal Kombat and off-world Sci-fi. I sent it to a lot of publishers and received tons of negative responses… a LOT. This was back in the early '90s when most the female characters were dainty, and the male characters slew the dragons. Nowadays, I can write what I love, and that’s a strong female and a strong male, and they don’t have to be typical. Take my characters in Gravedigger, for instance, Josephine is five-foot-three, rail thin and plain, but where you’d expect her self-esteem to be low. Hers isn’t … at least not as far as police work goes. She’s a tigress. Rhysian is gorgeous, but I made him average height at five-foot-eleven, and I gave him a few small imperfections. He’s warm, bright, and calm to Jo's icy disdain and prickly exterior. His demeanor covers a protective streak a mile long; he can also be stubborn as the reader will discover when he sets his sights on Josephine. Where is your favorite place to write? My favorite place to write is de Klinker … And no, that’s not another name for a jail in the Netherlands. *smiles*. It’s a theater that also has the library along with a few other social rooms tucked inside. I can write and also people watch as they have a small café-like area just outside the library where the foot traffic is brisk and entertaining. When you develop characters do you already know who they are before you begin writing or do you let them develop as you go? This depends. With Jo and Rhys I knew some aspects before I ever put the first word on the page, but a few others surprised me as I wrote and I just let them come. No one person is the same, so I think characters personalities develop as a writer puts them into scenes. They won’t always act the way they’re supposed to, but humans don’t do the expected all the time either. Which makes for some adventure-filled surprises. What do you think makes a good story? I think if you love the story you create and love the characters then it translates. When I write, I write for me. I’ve re-read my books, not for editing purposes, but because I genuinely like the stories. I enjoy the worlds I build, and I’m always surprised when I re-read my stories … I mean, I literally stop and think 'Huh, I wrote that.' What do you love best about your current book? I love how Josephine and Rhysian have to learn how to mesh their lives in order to be a couple. That's real life, no one just falls right into another person's life and fits there are always a few hiccups.
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Read an Excerpt Tate sat beneath the covers, his iPad propped up against raised knees as he scrolled down the screen. His brow furrowed as Clay climbed in next to him. “Look at this. Rick’s sent me the police report from Dixon’s case. No one could find them earlier in the station. He made a stink about it and hey, presto. Now we have it.” Clay picked up his reading glasses from the bedside table, unfolded them, and perched them on his nose. “What am I looking at?” he enquired, peering over at the tablet. Tate’s finger moved across the screen as he pointed out areas of interest. “The man who alerted the cops didn’t find the body himself. He saw a severed hand, and what appeared to be a costume, then called the cops.” Clay blinked. “But Dixon wasn’t missing any hands.” Tate nodded. “I know. Turns out it was a prop, something used in a previous production of who knows what. The place was full of old stage stuff.” He ran his finger across another area of the report. “The cops checked it out, just in case, and they were the ones who discovered the real live body.” He sniggered. “Well, not live, but you know what I mean.” Clay did. His partner’s dark and often twisted sense of humour was entertaining even if sometimes it bordered on being downright scary. Tate frowned. “They found Dixon in the basement, still dressed in his fox costume. He must have had his suit on underneath, because, look here.” Tate pointed to what looked like an amateur mobile phone shot. “There’s a cufflink right there.” Clay leaned in and sure enough, there was a gold cufflink in the shape of a fox in the right shirt cuff. “Hmm,” he mused. “The report says he’d collapsed there on the spot. Then the doctor on scene confirmed it looked like a heart attack and that was it. No bloody post-mortem or anything.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “He must have been boiling in his suit and the costume. I suppose it was a cold night, and it was raining, so that might explain it. I’d be interested as to why no one saw a man dressed as a fox walking down to the theatre. I mean it’s not that far from the club, but the area is populated.” Tate nodded. “I wondered about the lack of witnesses too. Someone should have seen something. And how could the cops not find the death suspicious, even a little, when the man was wearing a fox costume over his suit?” About the Author: 
Susan attained PAN status with the Romance Writers of America with her first M/M book, Stripped Bare. She’s currently a member of The Society of Authors in the UK, and the Authors Guild in the US. She enjoys being a member of Queer Romance Ink, All Author, Book + Main Bites and the Paranormal Romance Guild. The ‘Unofficial’ stuff She loves going to the theatre, live music concerts (especially if it’s her man crush Adam Lambert) walks in the countryside, a good G &T, lazing away afternoons reading a good book, and watching re-runs of Silent Witness. Her chequered past includes being mistaken for a prostitute in the city of Johannesburg, being chased by a rhino on a dusty Kenyan road, getting kicked out of a youth club for being a ‘bad influence’ (she encourages free thinking), and having an aunt who was engaged to Cliff Richard. website: http://www.authorsusanmacnicol.com facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Author-Susan-Mac-Nicol twitter: http://www.twitter.com/SusanMacNicol7 instagram: http://www.susiemax77 linkedin: http://www.linkedin.com/susanmacnicol BUY LINKS: http://www.boroughspublishinggroup.com/books/for-fox-sake https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N6NHB7Z https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/920347 https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/for-fox-sake-susan-mac-nicol/1130409817?ean=2940155957775 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/for-fox-sake a Rafflecopter giveaway 
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Read an Excerpt from Deadly Purpose: Meg blinked open her eyes and took a minute to focus. To gather her thoughts. The cabin. She was at her dad’s cabin. She sat up slowly, wincing as her muscles protested. She fingered the woolen blanket draped over the sleeping bag. It was the Hudson Bay blanket that had covered her bed as a child, cream colored and with its distinctive stripes. A small bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water sat on the coffee table. She froze when she saw the man sitting in the chair, dark eyes focused on her. Meg held his gaze for a long moment, decidedly uncomfortable to find he’d tended to her while she slept. A blanket, pain meds. It wasn’t only the odd intimacy, but the fact that she hadn’t awoken when he’d gotten that close. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.” “Declan.” “Right. Declan.” Unusual name, she thought, wondering if he was Irish. She glanced to the windows. Through the narrow slit in the curtains she could see the blackness of night. “What time is it?” “After seven. You’ve been asleep over two hours.” “Wow. Okay.” She shifted to sit up and swung her feet to the floor. “Excuse me.” She rose slowly, and when her legs remained steady, made her way to the door tucked under the staircase. Even moving carefully every muscle in her body reminded her the battle against the flu had yet to be won. The door opened to the bathroom, looking better maintained than she remembered. Her father’s habit had been to let things go until they absolutely had to be dealt with or risk falling apart. Minutes later she returned to the living room and found the man, Declan, she reminded herself, had placed a wide-brimmed soup mug on the coffee table, steam rising from its surface. A spoon rested beside it. He stood beside the fireplace, arms crossed in front of him. She was beginning to suspect the frown was habitual. “What’s that?” “Stew. Eat it.” It smelled amazing, rich and fragrant, but she absolutely hated accepting help from anyone. “I have my own food.” “Like what?” The question surprised her only because she hadn’t expected him to ask. He’d been so gruff before, so adamant she didn’t belong here. Added to the blanket he must have thrown over her sleeping bag, checking to make sure she had food almost felt like he cared. And she was an idiot if she was looking for caring from a stranger. She reached over and unzipped the side pocket of her black bag. Fishing inside, her fingers brushed the smooth leather of the holster and the cold metal of the Colt .45 pistol before wrapping around plastic packaging. She pulled out the Kind bar and zipped the bag closed, then held it up. “This.” Shaking his head, he said, “Eat the soup.” About the Author: 
A native Southern Californian, Diane enjoys nothing better than summer. For a high school history teacher, summer means a break from teenagers, and summer allows her to spend her early mornings immersed in her current writing project. With both kids living out of the house, in addition to writing, she enjoys camping and gardening with her husband. Diane loves hearing from her readers. 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You get married. You have a family. At least, that’s what Malea Winters believes she’s supposed to do. So why is it that every time she comes close to finding that happily ever after, she runs? When she meets Garrett Taylor, she warns him that she’s not the marrying type because history has shown that long-term relationships are not her forte. She has a tendency to leave when things get too serious; the direct result of being raised by an emotionally detached mother and a stepdad with philandering ways. So she swore off men and surrounded herself with her best friends; three quirky, funny women who are facing challenges of their own. But Garrett is everything she’s ever looked for; charming, successful, fun, and sexy. Despite her better judgment, his persistence pays off and she finds herself falling for him. Learning how to love and be loved will be the hardest lesson she’s ever faced. The question is, will her relationships survive that lesson? Interview with Michelle BellonMichelle Bellon is a wife and mother living in the Pacific Northwest. Marie sat down with her and asked her a few questions, here's what she had to say: Q:How much real life do you put into or influences your books? A:I think all writers interject bits and pieces of themselves into their characters and the stories they write. My very first novel was written as a work of fiction but it was based off real events that occured in my young adult life. It's a very personal story. That's the only one that has a lot of real life aspects to it. The rest of my books have been 100% fiction, however, each and every one has flavors of my personality and experiences in them. All writers say to write what you know. So that's what we do. Even when writing fantasy we weave little nuances of our own thoughts and opinions into the characters. That's what make them ours. Q;What is the hardest part of writing for you? A;Right now, it's simply the fact that I don't have the time to write anything new at all. I'm working as a Director of Nursing, which is very demanding, while also going back to school to further my degree. And raising children...so yeah...I'm busy. And that's sad, because while most things in life tend to drain us, writing is what gives me fuel. It feeds me. I WILL eventually get back to it. Hopefully as soon as I'm done with school. Q:How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? A:Man, that's a tough one. There's no rhyme or reason to how I choose my titles. Once in a blue moon the title will come to me before I even start writing the book. But more often than not, I struggle to find the right title. Naming things is hard. I'm surprised my children and dogs have names. Once I thought I had a great name for a book but my publisher and editor insisted I rename it for marketing purposes. That was a learning experience. Q:What is your favorite genre to write? A:Though I'm a multi-genre author with titles listed under YA, women's fiction, suspense, and literary fiction, I am finding that I really enjoy writing suspense/thrillers. I love the way it forces me to write in an active voice and always be striving to move the story along through action. It's challenging and fun to build the tension. Q:Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? A:I very rarely ever speak about my books while I'm working on them. I'm not sure if it's superstition or if I just want to keep all those creative juices flowing and to myself while I work out the details, but that's how I do it. It's almost like I need to keep it all bottled up so I can feed off the suspense of getting it all out onto paper. It's like if I talk about it, it will be anticlimactic and dissipate. Is that weird? About the Author Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to chapstick. She works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense, young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary awards. You can visit Michelle’s website at http://www.michellebellon.com/ Social links: http://www.michellebellon.com/ https://www.facebook.com/michelle.authorpage https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Bellon-Author/544448685599147?ref=hl https://twitter.com/MichelleBellon https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TZ0CUK https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4742393.Michelle_Bellon https://plus.google.com/u/0/105101655597839729577 Giveaway
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 Jay Hogan is a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, romantic suspense and fantasy. She has travelled extensively and has lived in quite a few countries. She has a BA degree in Nursing and in Theology, and in another life, she was an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Lecturer. She is a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). She loves to cook- pretty damn good, loves to sing - pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing -absolutely … depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging her characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee she’s had. She has complex boys telling stories in her head that demand attention and a considerable number of words to go with them. Their journeys are never straightforward and even surprise Jay. She does her best to plot things out ahead of time but those pesky characters seem to have a mind of their own. Go figure. COVER REVEAL  BLURB REVEAL What if you’ve worked your whole life for a dream, to play rugby for the most successful sports team on the planet, the New Zealand All Blacks? What if that dream is so close you can smell it? What if you meet someone? What if you fall in love? What if your dream will cost the man who’s stolen your heart? And what if the dream changes? Reuben Taylor has a choice to make. Cameron Wano is that choice. -Part of the Auckland Med. series that includes ‘First Impressions’ Can be read as a standalone. GIVEAWAY
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When a teenager mysteriously disappears in Hawick Falls, New Hampshire, Lisa Raynes fears her kidnapper, who recently escaped from prison, is hunting girls again. She also believes he’s targeted her for his next victim when she receives a threatening message. To add to her problems, her ex-boyfriend Travis Bodell, nephew of her captor, shows up in town. Five years ago, he promised to love Lisa forever, but he left her to start a new life. Trusting him was a mistake she will never repeat.
Bad boy Travis Bodell has a history of run-ins with the law. The police suspect he came back to aid his uncle, not to warn Lisa she’s in danger. With the investigation going nowhere, Travis focuses on Lisa who identifies with the missing teen and wants to find her. To keep Lisa safe, he offers to help her search. She refuses until loving memories of their past surface, and she finally accepts his proposal. Working together arouses strong feelings of attraction that neither will admit. As time runs out for the kidnap victim, disturbing threats against Midnight Girl, Lisa’s online name, grow. She realizes the only way to stay alive is to open her heart and put her faith in Travis, but can she let go of her doubts and lingering hurt? Can the couple join forces and win against a cunning criminal fueled by hate? Excerpt:
Lisa parted her lips to say something. Maybe she was going to protest about his wet clothes. No. He’d had enough talking. He bent and touched her mouth. He meant it to be a quick, stolen kiss, but as soon as he tasted her he wanted more. This might be his only chance.
She gripped his shoulders before her arms slid around him, tightening as though afraid he’d disappear. Forever they stood their tongues tangling together until he could take no more of the heat, the urgency. His fingers were entwined in her hair holding on to her. Never letting her go. The need to run his free hand over each part of her body and listen to her gasps grew into full-blown lust. “Upstairs,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Three floors?” She tipped her head back and raised her brows. “Right.” Five years. Five years without her. He fisted the ends of her white button-down shirt in both his hands before whipping it open. Buttons popped off and dinged on the wooden surface. Underneath she wore a blue lacy bra. Banks’s entire unit couldn’t stop him now. He yanked off her top, tossed it aside, and swallowed to keep his tongue in his mouth. “Way too far.” He lowered Lisa stared up at him. Her brown eyes were full of questions and a sadness he longed to erase. Had she thought of him much during the years he’d been away? She parted her lips to say something. Maybe she was going to protest about his wet clothes. No. He’d had enough talking. He bent and touched her mouth. He meant it to be a quick, stolen kiss, but as soon as he tasted her he wanted more. This might be his only chance. She gripped his shoulders before her arms slid around him, tightening as though afraid he’d disappear. Forever they stood their tongues tangling together until he could take no more of the heat, the urgency. His fingers were entwined in her hair holding on to her. Never letting her go. The need to run his free hand over each part of her body and listen to her gasps grew into full-blown lust. “Upstairs,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Three floors?” She tipped her head back and raised her brows. “Right.” Five years. Five years without her. He fisted the ends of her white button-down shirt in both his hands before whipping it open. Buttons popped off and dinged on the wooden surface. Underneath she wore a blue lacy bra. Banks’s entire unit couldn’t stop him now. He yanked off her top, tossed it aside, and swallowed to keep his tongue in his mouth. “Way too far.” He lowered them to the floor. TBR Review:
I have not read the previous books in the series but considering this is book 4, I’m pleasantly surprised, that I had no problem following the story line.
Lisa was abducted five years ago and it still haunts her. Things get even worse when her captor escapes from prison. You’d think that’d be bad enough. But her captor’s nephew, Travis comes back to town. The man she trusted, the man she loved. When another girl goes missing and threats are made, Lisa might have to rely on the man that broke her heart. I am a huge fan of romantic suspense so I jumped at the chance to read this book. Lisa has been through hell and she’s trying so hard to live again but when Seth escaped prison it all shatters. Some of her actions did make me roll my eyes. She’s most likely being hunted by a killer but she goes all these places by herself and shut off her phone. How about not checking who’s at the door? Really?! Travis has a chip on his shoulder with…well, almost everyone. He’s the nephew of a crazy man that kidnapped girls and also treated him brutally growing up. Together they have to deal with the past trauma. All the while, that poor girl is missing and threats keeping popping up. Lisa and Travis get reacquainted which begins a sweet romance. I like how they fell into a pattern and I really wanted them both to heal. The jumping from third person to first is a bit of whiplash and I’m not a fan of that switch. It was pretty easy to figure out the mystery but it is still a fun ride to the ending. I’d definitely read more from this author! If you like romantic suspense then Midnight Girl should be on your to be read list! Giveaway:
- SNEAK PEEK -I surveyed the tiny island and a shudder shook me. Except for the trees full of cane spiders there wasn’t any place for me to change. I jerked my thumb at the warriors. “I don’t want to strip down in front of all of them.” Uncle Saul turned to the five Coletti warriors who had been following our conversations with great interest. “Check the island for any signs of the Rodan.” “As you command,” they said in unison, clamped their right arms against their chests and vanished. I smacked Hothar’s hands as he tried to unbutton my shirt. “I don’t need your help to undress. If you’ll both turn around, I’ll get out of my fat suit.” “As my lady wishes.” He obediently turned to face the ocean. As soon as my uncle had his back to me, I kicked my boots off and stripped down. I tugged and tugged on the fat suit’s zipper. The friggin’ thing was glued shut. I yanked and yanked and yanked some more. Since Uncle Saul didn’t like me cussing, I went with, “Son of a monkey. Mothersmucker!” Hothar asked casually. “Do you need help?” “I do, but don’t you dare laugh at me.” “We wouldn’t think of it,” Uncle Saul promised solemnly. “Fine. Get me out of this.” Both men turned around. There wasn’t a trace of emotion on their faces as they studied the fat suit. “A very effective disguise.” Hothar glanced at my uncle. “Cut it off?” Uncle Saul bobbed his head. “I agree.” They pulled their knives and went to work. I heard a muffled snicker and looked over my shoulder. Uncle Saul was grinning like a loon. “You promised.” “Sorry sweetheart, but you gotta admit this is pretty damn funny,” Uncle Saul said. “You resemble the marshmallow man from that silly ghost movie.” “How was I to know the suit ballooned up in salt water?” I expelled a long breath when the foam rubber concoction fell away. The ocean breeze was pure heaven. “Thank you.” “You are truly beautiful,” Hothar stated. The naked desire in Hothar’s eyes had me blushing. “And you win the grand prize for awesome dimples.” “Knock it off you two.” Uncle Saul’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “Get dressed. The Overlord will be here shortly. He’s anxious to interrogate Jarok.” My eyes widened in horror. “Do I still look like I have the plague?” “The Overlord won’t even notice,” Uncle Saul promised, refusing to meet my gaze. Seriously? My skin was the color of a boiled lobster with pieces of white foam still stuck to it. “What happened with the horrendous space battle?” “The Overlord,” Hothar said and handed me my clothes. “Right. The big scary came, saw, and blew them all to hell.” Guttural screams rent the air. I took one look at the horde of hairy spiders covering Jarok and scrambled up Hothar’s back like it was the Matterhorn. Once I was perched on his shoulder, I cried, “You said cane spiders were harmless.” “Those are not cane spiders,” Hothar replied, endeavoring to loosen my death grip on his head. “No shit!” “Language, young lady,” Uncle Saul warned as he reached up to pull me off Hothar’s shoulders. Immense power rippled the air around us as the Overlord teleported in. We all froze. Zarek’s cold amber gaze examined us and the pieces of my fat suit. He cocked a dark brow. “I cannot wait to hear your explanation.” “Spiders frighten my mate,” Hothar clarified. “Mate?” I smacked the top of Hothar’s head. “Am not.” Letting out a sigh, my uncle pointed at Jarok. “Spiders.” As if on cue, Jarok uttered a bone-chilling shriek. Zarek took it all in and tapped his warrior’s bracelet. Ten seconds later, the spiders scurried back into the monstrous web. “You don’t think they ate the other warriors, do you?” “They did not. I had them teleport back to the ship.” Zarek replied. “Oh, that’s good.” I released my death grip on Hothar’s head and smoothed his hair down. “Sorry.” Uncle Saul plucked me off Hothar’s shoulders. “You should be.” “Before you return Casey to the ship, make sure she is dressed. My crew knows she is your daughter General, and Jones females are highly sought after.” “Casey is mine,” Hothar growled, a hand on his sword. An aura of sheer menace radiated from Zarek. “Are you challenging me?” Wazzock’s piss! I jumped in front of Hothar. “No! He’s not. He’s annoyed that Waewae got away. We all are. Annoyed. That is.” There was no way in hell I wanted the two of them fighting. It would get messy. Really messy and for some darn reason I couldn’t let Zarek hurt or kill Hothar. What was up with that? All the Overlord’s terrifying power was suddenly wrapped around me and I flinched when he started mucking about in my head. How had he gotten through my shields? Using every trick Quinn had taught me I tried to evict him, but nothing worked. Zarek’s deadly voice sounded in my mind. “You wouldn’t let me harm Hothar?” “No, sir.” “How did you plan on stopping me?” “I’d keep dumping you in the ocean until you cooled down.” Zarek leaned down and whispered in my ear. “It wouldn’t have worked.” Giveaway:
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