Imposing, temperamental Noah Forman wakes up in a hospital and can’t remember how he got there. He holds it together, taking comfort in the fact that the man he has loved since childhood is on the way. But when his one and only finally arrives, Noah is horrified to discover that he doesn’t remember anything from the past three years.
Loyal, serious Clark Lehman built a life around the person who insisted from their first meeting that they were meant to be together. Now, years later, two men whose love has never faltered must relive their most treasured and most painful moments in order to recover lost memories and secure their future.
Shadow is now a single mother in a rapidly changing world.
This is the third book in the storyteller series. The story revolves around Shadow giving birth to twins while trying to heal the world with magic. I had a hard time staying interested in this addition because there are so many slow scenes. It begins slowly but the story does pick up. The scenes are very jumpy in some places too so maybe that’s why I had a hard time staying focused. I really liked Shadow. She’s dealing with twins and a dying world. She’s taking all this on her shoulders and being a mother, I could imagine the exhaustion. Shadow is a tough woman that I really related to and enjoyed reading about. The ending has a lovely sweetness to it that I was very happy about.
Jude is recovering from a divorce when he returns home to his family. Raven is a recovering drug addict who wants to show her clan that they can be proud of her. Can their love bring two clans together?
The clans are a complicated place that Jude and Raven are immersed in. I found the clans interesting. Their traditions and different ways of life are fascinating. Jude and Raven’s romance is a sweet ride with some heat. I liked how the romance balanced well with the story of the clans. That said, the editing is a bit rough and the story is slow in some places. I really enjoyed Raven’s journey the most. From addiction to returning to her family’s arms trying to make them proud of her.
Sanctified is an interesting story with some lovely heat.
Shadow and Ghost are together but forces threaten to tear them apart. Will their past or another man ruin their happy ending in this dangerous world?
So, that blurb is definitely a turn off. There’s just too much explanation, too much running on. I think a tease is better when reading a blurb just so I can get a hint of the story but not a synopsis of it. That said, the story is pretty good. It is jumpy with the scene breaks. There are also some slow moving scenes. I really liked Shadow and Ghosts chemistry. They feel like a great couple together and I am really routing for their happy ending. Their relationship takes a hit from another man looking to make Shadow his. That makes for a great conflict.
Overall this series shows a lot of promise and I look forward to the next book!
undetected--just for fun, of course--Lachlan stumbles across Thad--his mate. Unfortunately, the wild turkey shifter is standoffish and brusque. He doesn't trust Lachlan and makes no secret that he thinks the mate-pull is nothing but a trick of the pheromones--something he is determined to ignore. Lachlan loves a good puzzle and is undeterred. He admires Thad's loyalty and uses his extensive wiles to cultivate a little of that for himself. When Lachlan is injured wrapping up a case, will it be the catalyst his mate uses to reject Lachlan--his job could bring danger to his flock, after all--and send him on his way?
Finally spotting the manor between the trees, Lachlan paused. The lawn and bushes were well manicured, and the water from the fountains tinkled in the distance. Taking stock of the shadows created by the flowering trees dotting the area, he wondered if he could make it without being spotted.
Maybe if I shift and keep low to the ground…
“Take one more step toward my flock’s home, and it’ll be the last mistake you ever make.”
Lachlan couldn’t remember the last time someone had snuck up on him. Hiding his shock, he controlled his pulse and kept his composure. How the hell did a guard get the drop on me? Slowly, Lachlan turned…and just about swallowed his tongue.
The hottest guy he’d ever seen was standing less than ten feet behind him…and he was naked.
His mouth watering, Lachlan took in the stranger’s broad shoulders and thickset body. He sported a heavily muscled frame, and his light chest hair trickled down across a delectable set of abdominals to a dark-blond treasure trail. That bit of hair cradled a beautiful piece of man-meat.
Lachlan licked his lips before grinning widely at the dark-blond-haired stranger. “How about I take a step toward you then?” He couldn’t help the way his voice took on a husky rumble. Lachlan loved sex, and he hadn’t gotten a chance to fuck or be fucked in months. Giving the guard a hungry leer, he offered, “I don’t recall Councilman Goldstein’s guards going nude, but I gotta say…I like the change.”
Unable to hide his thoughts, Lachlan grinned broadly as he rubbed his palm down his own polo-shirt-covered chest. “Well?” He took that step he’d mentioned. “I really do need to see Councilman Goldstein, but I think I could spare time for a tussle.”
While Lachlan figured it was a bad idea—thinking with his dick—he couldn’t seem to resist. There was something about the glowering, dark-blond male. Something that--
With that one step, the stranger’s scent hit Lachlan’s senses. His instant attraction and his thickening cock made sense. Tipping his head to the side just a little, Lachlan grinned broadly at the man who still hadn’t responded.
He seemed to be too busy eyeing Lachlan warily.
And doesn’t that suck?
“You are my mate, handsome.” Lachlan decided to just throw it out there. Lifting a hand toward him, he took another step. “I’m Lachlan Addair. And who might you be?”
“Not interested,” the broad-shouldered man responded gruffly. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at him, pointedly ignoring Lachlan’s hand. “Tell me why you’re sneaking in the back way, and I’ll tell the guards you cooperated.”
Hmm, not a guard then? And what does not interested mean?
Lowering his hand, Lachlan decided to play ball. This was his mate, after all. “I’m an investigator for the Shifter Council,” he told the stranger, hoping for some relaxation to his stance. “I came in the back way to gauge defenses…because it’s fun.” Lachlan shrugged, grinning broadly at his mate. “Consider it an exercise that has turned into an obsession. I love finding holes in defenses, and since my job requires me to infiltrate packs to spy on them, I’m extremely good at it.”
“Fine, and why are you here?”
“I’m here to give a report to Councilman Goldstein in person.” Lachlan suddenly realized how strange it was to find a shifter other than a guard wandering the grounds, especially since the man before him wasn’t a lion shifter. If Lachlan’s nose wasn’t mistaken, his mate was some kind of avian. “What about you, my mate?” Lachlan said, deciding to push. “What are you doing wandering the councilman’s grounds?”
“M’name’s Thad,” the avian shifter responded gruffly. “Use it, ’cause I ain’t yours. And I live here.”
Unable to let it go, Lachlan drew another step closer. He saw the tension in Thad’s frame, so kept his hands away from his sides, his palms out in placation. “You are my mate, however, so why are you refusing to acknowledge our connection?” Lachlan couldn’t help but glance down, admiring the way Thad’s thick dick had begun to fill, plumping and extending from his groin. Lifting his gaze to meet Thad’s hazel, narrow-eyed gaze, Lachlan added, “I am yours just as you are mine.”
Thad scoffed, his lip curling in a derisive sneer. “Mating is nothin’ but a trick of the pheromones, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be run by such fickle instincts.” He pointed in the other direction. “Hands on your head and walk toward the fountain.”
Mentally reeling in shock upon hearing the vehemence in Thad’s tone, Lachlan did as his mate instructed. He lifted his hands, folding his fingers on top of his head, and started toward the nearest fountain.
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Sylvie the sylph saved a singer and finds herself pulled into his wild world. Xavi has issues to deal with but maybe Sylvie is just what he needs to find the right path…
This is a sexy band romance mixed with paranormal. The beginning is confusing. The reader is just kind of thrown into the world and I was left lost. It almost felt like this is the third or fourth in a series. It is also odd that Slyvie manages to save Xavi instead of his guards. However, Sylvie is extremely likeable. From the beginning I found her a great character. I also really liked the magical world the author created. It isn’t too heavy with paranormal but just enough to really intrigue me. The sex scenes are romantic and hot but their pace is a bit off. Some bits are rushed and others are dragging. Sylvie and Xavi make a great couple though. The ending is a very satisfying finish.
Vegas Lights is a fun paranormal romance!
Men fall in love, but never like this.
The job was to pick up and deliver an RV trailer up the East Coast, but there was a catch. Coming along for the ride home was Courtney Habberman—the most revered goddess ever to walk the halls of Holchester High School. It was ten years later, but she still turned me into a babbling pile of protein.
That all changed when we got stuck in Foggy Bend—a place that put us on an even level. A few days of immersion in a culture so dissimilar to our own brought out profound changes in us both. We learned what we could become if we put our faith in one another, but first, we had to learn that faith requires compromise.
The ride was more frightening than the one to Daphne’s apartment. I never thought a beat-up Subaru could do the things she made that one do, so I kept my head down and looked at the road through the hole in the floorboards.
Daphne made a hard turn into the small parking lot next to the footbridge and skidded into a spot. “I’ll get the microphone working,” she said, flinging her door open. “You lay on the charm. Let’s go.”
I followed her across the bridge and down the wooded path, not having any idea what to say. We weaved through the thickening afternoon crowd and made our way to the podium at the amphitheater.
“Ugh!” Daphne grunted, tugging on the locked cabinet beneath the stand. Fishing through her pocket, she pulled out a wire clip and squatted down. “Single tumbler Chinese junk,” she muttered while straightening the wire and sticking it in the slot. “They shoulda’ just used scotch tape.”
She pulled off the lock a moment later. Opening the cabinet, she handed me the microphone and ran the cord over to the back of the stage. Feedback shrieked when she plugged it in, turning a few heads. I winced and covered the microphone with one hand while adjusting the volume with the other. The speakers thumped when I tapped, drawing more attention from passersby.
“H-hello?” I fumbled. “Citizens of Caswell Creek and Foggy Bend, would you, uh…I could use some help.”
A few folks stopped to look on as I searched for words. “I’m looking for someone. I—I think she’s still here. It’s not an emergency or anything. Well, kind of, b-but don’t call the police or…or Martha…unless there’s an old law still on the books.”
Daphne cleared her throat to get my attention, then mimicked being choked. Drawing in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and squeezed the microphone as hard as I could. “Courtney,” I called out. “I need to talk to you. If you’re here, please come to the band shell so we can talk.”
“Hey!” Janet’s gruff voice bellowed from somewhere in the distance. “It’s lover boy from last night! He’s at the stage.”
I surveyed the grounds, watching the foot traffic move along. Most folks paid no heed, but a few people started showing up in front of me. They gathered by ones and twos at first, calling others to gather. Groups of three and more followed, forming a familiar semi-circle.
“He’s got Daphne with him this time,” an older fellow called out. “Sly devil.”
“N-no, she’s my…” I turned back and nodded to Daphne. “She’s my friend. She’s here for moral support.”
“Watcha’ need support for? You afraid of something?”
“I know,” Earle shouted as he waddled up. “He lost that cute gal he was with last night.” Taking off his cap, he gave a slight bow. “Hey, Daphne. You’re lookin’ sweet as always.”
“Thanks, Earle,” she acknowledged.
“So, what the heck happened?” the old gent queried through the thickening crowd. “You couldn’t perform?”
“No! I mean y-yes I could, but—”
“The idiot probably didn’t tell her he loves her,” Janet huffed, crossing her arms. “Ain’t that right, Sparky?”
“Betcha are. You ready to say it now?”
“Yes. I just hoped…I guess I’m hoping if she sees the crowd, she may come and talk.”
“Hope you’re not using these good folks to shame her,” the Wood Man scoffed. “If you’ve got somethin’ to say, just come out and say it.” He tipped his cowboy hat and nodded. “Hey, Miss Daphne.”
“Hey, Wood Man,” Daphne squeaked with a cute smile. “Don’t worry. He’s gonna say it.”
“So, say it!” the trash guy yelled from his cart behind the crowd.
Crushing pressure gripped my throat at the sight of people turning to disperse. My pulse pounded my eardrums at their disdainful complaints. “Courtney!” I bellowed. “I love you! I swear I do! I should have told you, but you’re so damn pretty I’m afraid of you. I loved you the day you caught me under Sarah’s hood. I guess I screwed up that wiring because—”
“Stick with the love stuff,” Missy complained. “You suck at mechanics. We’ve been through this.”
“Thanks, Missy,” I replied. “So, Courtney, I know you’re confused. I know your family hates me, but I don’t care. I think if…if we talked, we could get past that.”
“Touching.” Eric’s voice boomed as he split the crowd. “You’re the better man, Sari, but we both struck out. I’d give you a mulligan if I thought it’d help.”
“Keep yer hands off Sparky,” Janet warned. “Just tell him where he can find her.”
“Doesn’t anyone play golf around here?” I asked.
“How can you think about golf at a time like this?”
“Yeah,” the trash man added. “You should be looking for this Mulligan girl.”
“Never mind,” I said with a sigh. “Eric’s right. I blew it, and I wanted a do-over.”
“So, where is she?” the Wood Man asked.
Eric shook his head. “She made me promise not to tell.”
“Out with it, Eric,” Daphne demanded, hands on her hips.
“I took her over to Fallwood and left her at the shuttle connector.”
“Fallwood?” Earle piped up. “That’s a rinky-dink little operation. It’s just a shuttle service that catches the bus lines. They only run north every few hours…up to Hagerstown. When did you drop her off?”
Eric looked at his watch. “Forty-five minutes, give or take a few.”
“She’d be gone before I could get there,” I lamented, hanging my head.
“Quit bein’ such a sad-sack,” the trash guy scoffed. “I’ll drive ya to the bridge. Get in yer damn truck and go after her.”
The crowd made way as I ran to the cart and jumped in the passenger seat to shouts of approval. We weaved down the thoroughfare, beeping the horn and hollering. I held my seat as the cart bounced down the wooded path and up to the bridge.
“Better move,” the guy urged. “Fallwood’s right beside the highway. You gotta drive around Long Swamp and loop back around.”
“Wish me luck,” I hollered back while running across the bridge.
It had been a few years since I had run at full speed, and my legs let me know it. Chug-a-lugging my way along, I damn near ran into Rufus clearing brush from the roadside culvert. Once I gave him a quick explanation, he had me hop on his ATV and buzzed me the rest of the way to the hangar.
Digging in my pocket, I tugged out my keys, then jumped in the truck and tapped on Sally. Not knowing the terminal’s address, I typed 100 Mainstreet, Fallwood West VA to get me into town.
Turn right, Sally’s computer voice chimed through the cab. Drive twelve point five miles on Long Swamp Road, then turn left on Caswell Trail.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Rufus scowled through the open window. “Don’t do it.”
“You know I have to, Rufus.”
He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
Dropping my truck in gear, I slung gravel around the right turn past the hedge. In another thousand feet, I rounded to the left and came to a halt, staring over the hood and squeezing the wheel tight. With a foghorn holler, I blew across the footbridge and through the parking lot, then down the dirt road toward Caswell Trail.
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He had surprised her with his questions. When she’d first met him at the portal, he looked like nothing but a cyborg with ice cubes in his head. He didn’t seem so cold now. There was a human behind that façade, one with an inquiring mind.
She studied the area looking for any signs the insurgents may have passed this way. The sand had given way to plants and greenery, and there was a large expanse of tall grasses, some of the stalks bent and broken. They made their way through, following the path that had been cut through the vegetation until finally, they came to a forest. The brush and trees were so thick it made it hard to see where the radicals may have entered.
“There is no sign of them. No tracks, broken branches… Nothing.” Ninety-one sounded frustrated. “The fact that it is dark isn’t helping. My vision is enhanced but it sure as hell isn’t x-ray. I can’t see through the trees.”
“Maybe that is a good thing.” She gave him a sidelong glance. The look on his face made her breath hitch and her skin prickle—hiseyes weren’t chips of ice, but molten blue fire. Nudity didn’t bother her, but the very idea that he could possibly see through her suit made her skin heat in a very intriguing way. Focus on the mission, girl. Hell, I don’t even like the man. “You take the right, and I’ll go left. Look for signs of broken or trampled foliage. We’ll meet back here.”
She ordered the bot to stay put.
She trudged through the grass, following the tree line, searching for any sign of their targets. She had gone quite a way but had no luck finding anything. She hurried back to find Ninety-one already waiting for her.
He motioned for her to follow him. “This way. I found evidence of them entering the forest further down.”
“Good. We need to make as much headway as we can before daylight.”
Ninety-one led her along the edge of the forest. When they reached their destination, she could see that the resistance group had left a clear path of disturbed foliage and broken branches. They followed it until they came to a vast, open veld of mainly dirt. There was little or no shrubbery and only a few small patches of grass.
“If we cross this, they’ll be able to spot us.” Ninety-one’s gaze was trained on the field.
Twenty-four studied the veld noting a definite path of bushes large enough to hide them. “Not necessarily. It’s still quite dark, andthere are shrubs here and there that will give us some cover. Unless they have cybernetic vision, they wouldn’t see us that easily. We’ll leave the bot here.”
She darted to the first bush, then turned to Ninety-one, motioning for him to follow, when he drew up beside her, the heat radiating from his body made her skin prickle and her pulse kick up a notch. What in the hell was wrong with her? Was she attracted to him? Surely not!
He peered around the bush and gestured to the ground that had been disturbed. “Why were the rebels this careless? A child could track them. A trained militia wouldn’t leave such an obvious trail.”
Twenty-four nodded. “Yes. I have a feeling it’s a ploy to throw off those in pursuit. It could possibly be a trap, but not for us. No one knows about the portal. They couldn’t know about our arrival.” She turned and pushed against his chest. “Back up.”
He inched backward. “What do you have in mind?”
“I think we should backtrack. No sense in us getting caught in their trap. As of now, we have the edge.”
“Then let’s do this. We will have better cover in the forest.” He gestured to the tree line.
She backtracked and hid among the trees where the bot was hidden, then turned to watch Ninety-one make one last leap into the cover of the trees beside her. After scanning the brush and branches a moment, she motioned for him to follow.
They walked in silence, making their way through the thick brush being careful to hide their tracks. Twenty-four thanked her lucky stars that the rust bucket of a bot had been lubricated. Its squeaky joints would have alerted any insurgents or guards of their location. They had gone quite a distance when the cracking of branches and footsteps echoed through the silence of the forest. They quickly hid behind the trunk of a huge tree, keeping the bot between them.
Twenty-four peered around the tree, her gaze locking on a group of soldiers emerging from behind a thicket of large bushes. Their boots crunched in the leaves while they moved down the path she and Ninety-one had just come, toward the veld.
“I think they’re the king’s soldiers.” She kept her voice low as to not alert the soldiers of their presence.
“Yes. They have the king’s insignia on their uniforms. They are headed straight for the trap,” he whispered.
She shook her head. With the noise the troop made trudging through the forest, they deserved to succumb to the trap. “They are on their own. Besides, we can’t reveal ourselves to warn them.”
They watched from behind their tree until the soldiers disappeared into the brush and trees. They waited until the forest was silent again. The only sounds Twenty-four could hear was the rustling of leaves in the wind.
“I can’t see or hear them anymore.” Even with her enhanced vision, it was difficult to see more than a few feet beyond the path. The thick canopy of branches and leaves kept the moon from illuminating the forest.
“We need to get moving.” Ninety-one placed his hand on her shoulder.
His touch felt like a jolt of lighting throughout her body. Every nerve in her body tingled. When his fingers slipped up her neck and teased her hair, she turned to look at him.
“I have never felt anything so soft.” His gaze locked on hers, his fingers still toying with the mauve strands near her cheek. “The colors are beautiful.”
Her breath hitched, and her heart pounded hard in her chest. The tingling sensation became an ache deep within. She wanted—no needed to touch him, too. She hesitantly reached out to trace her fingers along the hard lines of his jaw. Gunfire sounded in the distance causing her to yank her hand away.
She took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her hands. What in the hell was she thinking? She had a mission to complete. “We need to get the hell out of here.”
She moved forward, sure that Ninety-one and the bot would follow her. Shouts filled the silence, as well as the sound of hand to hand combat and the rapid burst of shots fired. The soldiers had to have fallen into the trap. The sounds of the battle faded as they moved deeper into the forest.
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Behold the portal.” Schultz gestured at the monstrosity with pride.
She almost snorted. My escape to freedom? That thing? It looks like an oversized ugly picture frame.
They led her to it, then Rob appeared with Belle on a leash. When the big cat saw her, she pulled free and bounded toward her. Thirty-three bent and kissed her on the nose. Belle was wearing her metal armor. Good. She hated the thought of anything happening to her sweet friend. The cladding would protect her most vulnerable body parts.
Schmidt touched her arm, and when she turned to face him, he handed her a small dagger while throwing a furtive glance at Schultz. “WLO wants indisputable proof that the terrorists have been terminated. We cannot allow a phaser, as their bodies would be disintegrated but I refuse to send you completely unarmed. Good luck, Susan.”
“Thank you, sir.” Susan gazed down at the knife. The hilt fit perfectly in her hand, the blade almost four inches long and the edge looked razor sharp. How incredibly magnanimous of you, asshole. It would have been much simpler to use a phaser.
She increased her chances of being caught by leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. She sure as hell wouldn’t order Belle to attack a human to make it look as though an animal mauled the terrorists. The tiger had never been fed raw meat. One taste of human flesh and blood could turn Belle into a killer. If that happened, the big cat would have to be put down. Fuck that.
“Are you ready?” Schultz drew close to her, making her feel crowded.
“Yes.” Susan tried to ignore his nearness and looked at the grey oval, which was now glowing.
In the center, a mass of what resembled mercury, swirled and flowed, then merged with colorful darts shooting across it. Rob had left, and Schmidt went to stand behind the glass partition in the computer room, leaving Schultz standing beside her. Schultz placed a hand on her arm, lightly caressing her. That feeling of nausea pooled in her belly. She could almost read his thoughts by the look on his face.
“Such a delectable body. It is a shame that you will no longer be with us.” He dropped his hand, an imperious smile on his face. “Take Belle and step into the portal.”
1. Hello! Tell us about yourself:
My name is Taryn Jameson and I write Fantasy/Sci-Fi romance with Gabriella Bradley.
2. Tell us about your new book?
Our latest book is in the Veiled Eliminators Series, titled Contumacy. Turn about is fair play when death is the hand you have been dealt.
Thirty-three has no past—at least none that she can remember. Raised by the Institute from infancy she has been through hell and back due to a training incident that took her limbs and almost killed her.
Paired with her cybernetic tiger, Belle, Thirty-three is selected to eliminate the terrorist, Dominic Durant, and his men, and regain control of the refueling station on the planet Zahiria. Things go awry when instead of following orders meekly, she retaliates against the one man she hates most.
3. Who’s your favorite character and why?
Do I have to choose just one? I like all our characters all the way down to our evil doctors that run the Institute.
4. Tell us about that title?
Contumacy means disobedience, resistance to authority, and refusal to obey. Thirty-three fights her own resistance against the Institute before she leaves on her first mission.
4. Where did you come up with the idea for this book?
On April 19th 2018, I lost my 18-year-old son, JT to suicide. When my mind had dived in dark places, my co-writer Gabby pulled me from the mire. During those first two months, The Veiled Eliminators was born. It was our long talks on the phone that had kept my brain in some kind of normalcy, and I will always be thankful for that. Contumacy is book 6 in the series.
6. What’s the first book you’ve written?
In Search of Pride – Crimson Realm Chronicles Book 1 was published Sept. 1st 2017. Since that time Gabby and I have released 15 titles and many more on the go.
8. Do you have an unusual writing quirks?
We love to use unusual names so I constantly end up misspelling them.