- Sneak Peek -“Right on time, as usual. Morning, Romy,” Director Jacobs greeted as she entered the conference room. Before he began the briefing, she glanced at the other three agents who would also go undercover. She knew two of them, but one was new. “Let me introduce Agent Soren Barlow. He transferred to us three weeks ago from the Seattle office and has already been undercover scoping out the mob’s territory.” Jacobs gestured at the new agent, indicating he should stand. “Soren, meet Agents Romy Opperman, Nate Swords, and Noah Finn.” Soren was beyond handsome with dark brown eyes, an angular face framed by curly black hair, a clefted chin, a perfect nose, and sexy sculptured lips. He looked to be maybe in his early thirties. As he stood, his body unfolded tall. And built. His body-hugging long-sleeved shirt left nothing to the imagination, and neither did the tight jeans showcasing the bulge at his crotch. As she met his gaze, a weird thrill coursed through her, one she hadn’t felt for a very long time. Hell, sex had become almost a dirty word in her marriage. When was the last time? During her pregnancy and after the baby’s birth, it was as if Zanek had become a eunuch. Even if she initiated it, he couldn’t get it up anymore, and he refused to see a doctor. If she didn’t have such a busy job, she’d be one frustrated wife. Snapping her concentration back to the briefing, she listened to the director drone on. Most of what he was explaining wasn’t new to her since she already had collected a lot of the information he shared. At the end of his chatter, the director said, “Romy, you’ll partner with Soren. The two of you will work the cartel’s branch here in New York while Nate and Noah go to Mexico. Now, all of you, go get your IDs, comms, and weapons. Good luck and try to stay in one piece. I’d like to see you at our annual Christmas party.” - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
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Logan Shaw didn't always walk the straight line, but service in the Marines gave him a better direction. After twenty-one years away, he's settling back home, working with the Sheriff's Department, and wondering if he has a future that'll include a woman to love. Thanks to the machinations of his mom and her friend, he's already halfway there with a woman he has yet to meet. And when he does, can he convince Piper you really can come home again? - Sneak Peek -“Logan the lawman.” If it were possible, his smile just doubled in size and wattage. “Piper the pilot.” Seems Mom had also been regaling him with stories, making me wonder just how much he knows about me. “What brings you here? Must not be official if you’re not in a uniform or county vehicle.” His face loses a bit of joy as he continues to pet Stormi after making her sit next to him. “I came to see how you were doing. I know you’ve only been home a few weeks and Kim said you needed time and space, and, well,” he pauses. “I just wanted to check on you.” It takes a moment before I can speak due to the emotion welling up inside me. I nod before saying, “I appreciate that.” Kim is the county sheriff and Logan’s boss. She’s easily ten years older than my forty years, and the few occasions I’ve interacted with her, she’s smart, capable, and caring. I watch my dog drop onto her side and wiggle against Logan. “But as you can see, I’ve got a fully capable guard dog ready to defend me against big, bad guys and other intruders.” I try to keep a straight face, but when Logan laughs, boldly, I can’t help but sputter out a laugh as well. “Yeah,” he chuckles, “I can see that.” With a final rub to Stormi’s belly, Logan springs to his feet with a grace and speed that shouldn’t be possible for a man his size. He dusts off his backside and Stormi follows his lead, jolting upright and once again shaking the snow from her fur. She remains at Logan's side as he pins me with another stare. “Up to sharing any of that coffee with a neighbor?” Neighbor? Is he the one who purchased the parcel of land bordering the property to the north? Mom hadn't said a word. But then, maybe she didn't know. As if reading my mind, he says, “Old man Newman finally gave in and sold me that ten-acre parcel. Thinking about building a house come spring. Until then I've got a comfy RV and a few horses to keep me company.” He grins. I chuckle at the mention of old man Newman. His family had been one of the first to settle in the valley, owning plenty of land along with the constantly evolving general store his grandson, Ben, now runs. “So, what do ya say, neighbor?” “How do you know I have coffee in this mug? Maybe I like tea?” “Not according to your momma. It's black coffee or nothing. In fact, I'll betcha it's a batch of Osprey Organic Dark Roast from North Fork Coffee Roasters, am I right?” I can't help but grin, enjoying our little back and forth. Maybe having some company wouldn't be so bad after all. Especially in the form of one gorgeous specimen such as Logan Shaw. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To enter you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -Welcome to We Heart Holidays Week! We're celebrating all holidays. We want to thank all the authors that have joined us to bring together some AMAZING prizes! There are 9 posts this week. Each post has there own prize but each comment will be one entry into our big prize of the $50 Amazon Gift Card! Keep updated on our next contest via Facebook HERE. Let's get this party started! - Prize One - |
When you wish upon a star, sometimes your dreams come true… When her high-rise career tanks, urbanite Dacey Adair returns to her northern Michigan hometown of Christmas Tree Cove in need of a reset. Early one morning while prepping for her seasonal job on a fishing charter, Dacey makes a half-hearted wish on the harvest moon to bring her the man of her dreams. A few blinks later, she finds a naked man clinging to her boat. Local heartthrob Luke La Fontaine has led a charmed life. He’s recently become |
famous for his TikTok videos demonstrating the art of cheesemaking while surrounded by adorable farm animals. His handmade, small batch cheese is much sought-after by foodies. But what he really needs is a business strategy.
It’s the perfect recipe to set Dacey back on the path to success, but as she and Luke spend more time together, her goals blur. Is this an off-season fling or will their connection age to perfection?
It’s the perfect recipe to set Dacey back on the path to success, but as she and Luke spend more time together, her goals blur. Is this an off-season fling or will their connection age to perfection?
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Fallen leaves and pine needles crunched under her feet as Dacey crossed the narrow country lane where cars and a yellow school bus were parked on either side for three hundred yards in either direction.
The nearby orchards scented the farmyard with their sweet fruit. There was a beautiful old, weathered barn covered in twisted vines including an ivy with maple-shaped leaves that had started to turn red with the change of seasons. The little farm was a feast for the senses.
Kayla waved her hands in the air to get Dacey’s attention.
“I had no idea any place on earth was this…” Dacey stopped, trying to find the words.
“Heavenly,” Kayla finished her sentence.
Dacey nodded. “It’s like something out of my cottage-core daydreams.”
“If I had all the time in the world I would to come out here and paint,” Kayla said.
Dacey smiled. As a full-time teacher, Kayla had more talent than time on her hands to indulge her passion. “Hey. I brought you some peppermint tea. And muffins.”
Kayla waved over a woman in a striped dress and jean jacket who was picking her way across the farmyard in stacked heels “Bree, this is my sister, Dacey. Bree is the other art teacher.”
“A broad smile spread across Bree’s face. “I’ve never known so many moms to show up to chaperone a field trip before.”
Dacey agreed, glancing around the farmyard. “You really didn’t need me.”
The ratio of child to parent was extremely lopsided. The moms all had their cameras out, taking selfies. Not that she blamed them—it was one of the most picturesque spots she’d ever been. “I’ve been to press conferences with fewer video cameras recording.”
A hush fell over the crowd. Dacey turned around to see what was causing the dramatic pause in activity. From a doorway of a building behind the barn, a mountain of a man appeared moving out of the shadows into the light.
Dacey shook her head. “I don’t believe it.”
Luke La Fontaine strolled into the center of the farmyard with a swagger and confidence most big men lacked. Her breath caught in her throat. She’d only met him once but she’d forgotten how crazy handsome he was.
He’d pulled back his shaggy blond hair into an elastic band and stretched a hairnet over the rest of his head. On anyone else it would look ridiculous and giggle-inducing. But not on Luke. Nothing could detract from his looks. Or the way he naturally inhabited his space.
“Why are you so good-looking?” Dacey murmured.
The nearby orchards scented the farmyard with their sweet fruit. There was a beautiful old, weathered barn covered in twisted vines including an ivy with maple-shaped leaves that had started to turn red with the change of seasons. The little farm was a feast for the senses.
Kayla waved her hands in the air to get Dacey’s attention.
“I had no idea any place on earth was this…” Dacey stopped, trying to find the words.
“Heavenly,” Kayla finished her sentence.
Dacey nodded. “It’s like something out of my cottage-core daydreams.”
“If I had all the time in the world I would to come out here and paint,” Kayla said.
Dacey smiled. As a full-time teacher, Kayla had more talent than time on her hands to indulge her passion. “Hey. I brought you some peppermint tea. And muffins.”
Kayla waved over a woman in a striped dress and jean jacket who was picking her way across the farmyard in stacked heels “Bree, this is my sister, Dacey. Bree is the other art teacher.”
“A broad smile spread across Bree’s face. “I’ve never known so many moms to show up to chaperone a field trip before.”
Dacey agreed, glancing around the farmyard. “You really didn’t need me.”
The ratio of child to parent was extremely lopsided. The moms all had their cameras out, taking selfies. Not that she blamed them—it was one of the most picturesque spots she’d ever been. “I’ve been to press conferences with fewer video cameras recording.”
A hush fell over the crowd. Dacey turned around to see what was causing the dramatic pause in activity. From a doorway of a building behind the barn, a mountain of a man appeared moving out of the shadows into the light.
Dacey shook her head. “I don’t believe it.”
Luke La Fontaine strolled into the center of the farmyard with a swagger and confidence most big men lacked. Her breath caught in her throat. She’d only met him once but she’d forgotten how crazy handsome he was.
He’d pulled back his shaggy blond hair into an elastic band and stretched a hairnet over the rest of his head. On anyone else it would look ridiculous and giggle-inducing. But not on Luke. Nothing could detract from his looks. Or the way he naturally inhabited his space.
“Why are you so good-looking?” Dacey murmured.
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Cop by day, erotic writer by night, stripper on the weekends, and Tomkin just found a dead body in his bedroom. But which occupation lead to murder? Coburn has his teenage son in tow and a detective that seems to be interested in his butt as well as his innocence. He’ll do anything to protect his kid and the intense feelings he has for Detective Luke Early. The evidence quickly mounts against Coburn—murder weapon, body fluids, and oh yeah, no one in the world seems to know who the dead guy is. Together, Coburn and Luke find themselves in the path of a killer, but can they unravel the mystery before it’s too late? |
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Luke undid his belt and stood up.
Coburn watched as the sexy fucker took off his shoes, socks and finally his pants. That gorgeous dick bounced free and the smear at the tip told Coburn just how much Luke enjoyed sucking him off. Well, that feeling was very fucking mutual. But Coburn didn’t want to do this standing up. He grabbed Luke’s arm and directed him to the couch, then Coburn shifted to his knees. It was a thrill when he slid his hands up Luke’s hairy thighs and parted his legs. “By the way, it was phenomenal.”
Luke snorted. “Good. You were about to hurt my feelings.”
Coburn grinned and wrapped his hand around Luke’s shaft. “Prepare to be reciprocated with that phenomenal-ness. And yes, I know that’s probably not a word.”
“Well, right now, I’m not really caring about words.” Luke’s head fell back.
Coburn pressed kisses on each thigh, slowly leading up to that hard, long cock begging for attention. He stroked the length once, twice and on the third lowered so he could lick Luke’s balls. Easy, tentative touches with the tip of his tongue had Luke shifting his hips upward. “Like that, do you?”
Luke groaned.
Coburn lapped at Luke’s big hairy balls, swirling and sucking gently on his sacks. He rubbed the tip of Luke’s dick with his palm as he made wet designs with his tongue. When Luke started squirming and grabbing the couch cushion, Coburn gave the man a break. He moved on to that red tinted tip. Coburn couldn’t wait to taste him. The moment the salty pre-cum was on his tongue, he smiled. “Mmm.”
“I’m about a second away from having a heart attack and you’re saying Mmmm?” Luke said, sounding flustered and overwhelmed.
Good. Coburn chuckled but gave in. He wrapped his mouth around the beautiful shaft and then moved his hand to Luke’s balls. With a hard suck, he gently massaged.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Luke shouted and thrust his hips up.
Coburn would have laughed if his mouth wasn’t full. He sucked again with the ball massage and this time added a tongue flick at the end. Luke groaned loudly and tightened his grip on the couch. The next suck Coburn rubbed his soft cock against Luke’s leg. He was still enjoying the sensation, even though he wasn’t hard.
Luke muttered something unintelligible.
“Oh, yeah?” Coburn asked amused and then gave Luke’s dick another suck-massage. He opened wide as that salty sperm sprayed into his mouth. Coburn quickly swallowed, still stimulating those big balls as Luke thrust and sputtered.
When his cock stopped spewing and his hips returned to the couch, Luke opened his eyes to stare at Coburn. “I don’t know if I should say thanks or dear God, please do it again.” Luke rubbed his hand through Coburn’s hair. “I have money. I could pay you to come over every night and suck my dick,” he joked.
“Isn’t that romantic,” Coburn said it with a smile. “And you damn well know prostitution is illegal and disgusting.”
“Agreed.” Luke slid his fingers along Coburn’s jaw then rubbed at the wet spot under Coburn’s eye. Cum?
“Plus, you couldn’t afford me.” Coburn planted a kiss on Luke’s knee. “There’s also the whole murder investigation thing—oh my God.” He leaned back, shocked at the revelation that had just popped into his head. “The cum in his eye!”
Luke sat up. “What? I feel like I’m missing something here. Something important. How’d we go from a nice after-orgasm talk about prostitution to cum in your eye?”
“His eye. Pat.”
“The case.” Luke shifted to the edge of couch, oblivious of the tempting soft cock dangling within reach.
Coburn couldn’t think with his dick right now. “I know who framed me.”
Coburn watched as the sexy fucker took off his shoes, socks and finally his pants. That gorgeous dick bounced free and the smear at the tip told Coburn just how much Luke enjoyed sucking him off. Well, that feeling was very fucking mutual. But Coburn didn’t want to do this standing up. He grabbed Luke’s arm and directed him to the couch, then Coburn shifted to his knees. It was a thrill when he slid his hands up Luke’s hairy thighs and parted his legs. “By the way, it was phenomenal.”
Luke snorted. “Good. You were about to hurt my feelings.”
Coburn grinned and wrapped his hand around Luke’s shaft. “Prepare to be reciprocated with that phenomenal-ness. And yes, I know that’s probably not a word.”
“Well, right now, I’m not really caring about words.” Luke’s head fell back.
Coburn pressed kisses on each thigh, slowly leading up to that hard, long cock begging for attention. He stroked the length once, twice and on the third lowered so he could lick Luke’s balls. Easy, tentative touches with the tip of his tongue had Luke shifting his hips upward. “Like that, do you?”
Luke groaned.
Coburn lapped at Luke’s big hairy balls, swirling and sucking gently on his sacks. He rubbed the tip of Luke’s dick with his palm as he made wet designs with his tongue. When Luke started squirming and grabbing the couch cushion, Coburn gave the man a break. He moved on to that red tinted tip. Coburn couldn’t wait to taste him. The moment the salty pre-cum was on his tongue, he smiled. “Mmm.”
“I’m about a second away from having a heart attack and you’re saying Mmmm?” Luke said, sounding flustered and overwhelmed.
Good. Coburn chuckled but gave in. He wrapped his mouth around the beautiful shaft and then moved his hand to Luke’s balls. With a hard suck, he gently massaged.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Luke shouted and thrust his hips up.
Coburn would have laughed if his mouth wasn’t full. He sucked again with the ball massage and this time added a tongue flick at the end. Luke groaned loudly and tightened his grip on the couch. The next suck Coburn rubbed his soft cock against Luke’s leg. He was still enjoying the sensation, even though he wasn’t hard.
Luke muttered something unintelligible.
“Oh, yeah?” Coburn asked amused and then gave Luke’s dick another suck-massage. He opened wide as that salty sperm sprayed into his mouth. Coburn quickly swallowed, still stimulating those big balls as Luke thrust and sputtered.
When his cock stopped spewing and his hips returned to the couch, Luke opened his eyes to stare at Coburn. “I don’t know if I should say thanks or dear God, please do it again.” Luke rubbed his hand through Coburn’s hair. “I have money. I could pay you to come over every night and suck my dick,” he joked.
“Isn’t that romantic,” Coburn said it with a smile. “And you damn well know prostitution is illegal and disgusting.”
“Agreed.” Luke slid his fingers along Coburn’s jaw then rubbed at the wet spot under Coburn’s eye. Cum?
“Plus, you couldn’t afford me.” Coburn planted a kiss on Luke’s knee. “There’s also the whole murder investigation thing—oh my God.” He leaned back, shocked at the revelation that had just popped into his head. “The cum in his eye!”
Luke sat up. “What? I feel like I’m missing something here. Something important. How’d we go from a nice after-orgasm talk about prostitution to cum in your eye?”
“His eye. Pat.”
“The case.” Luke shifted to the edge of couch, oblivious of the tempting soft cock dangling within reach.
Coburn couldn’t think with his dick right now. “I know who framed me.”
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Dependable Cadence Wills yearns for excitement. The owner of a yarn business, she is pulled in every direction by her demanding family. Haunting dulcimer notes draw her to a practice session where she spies an intriguing stranger. Musician Rafe Frasco is a rover, bouncing between musical competitions. Interest ignites at his first glance at a woman enthralled by his music, who he learns has a heart big enough to encompass everyone within her reach. A fantastic opportunity for Rafe presents Cadence with a dilemma—is she strong enough to negotiate the business deal that will take him away…maybe forever? |
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Unmarried and approaching thirty in a small town branded her as ready and willing to meet every unattached man who set foot inside the city limits. A sigh escaped. Sweet plaintive notes of a stringed instrument floated on the breeze. Cadence strained to recognize the tune. A person didn’t grow up surrounded by folk music without knowing just about every ballad that could be plucked.
But this one eluded her. The twanging strings cried with a soulful sadness that grabbed her by the throat. Her thoughts were washed in loneliness, and she turned toward the sound, past the Heritage Herb Garden. A part of Cadence that couldn’t resist helping others had to see who was expressing such need.
She lifted the hem of her long skirt and hurried toward the haunting sound, as if the notes pulled her feet along the path. Abreast of the groundhog pottery kiln, she slowed and peered toward the outdoor stage.
On the platform, several musicians gathered—some unpacking instruments, others adjusting microphones. Off to one side, a dark-haired man sat in a straight-backed chair, one foot braced on a scratched case. He leaned forward and strummed a dulcimer, the light wood instrument cradled on denim-covered thighs.
Cadence studied the talented player. His too-long hair was tied back, his shoulders were broad inside his western-cut shirt, and his legs were long and lean. Scuffed boots, faded jeans and a worn Harley-Davidson tee-shirt composed his attire. Definitely more attractive than her own outfit. Even from this distance, she spotted a posture that meant the man had an attitude…or was mysterious. A thrill ran over her skin.
Who was this guy? He’d definitely swagger when he walked. Yummy. At the thought, she stepped closer, wanting nothing between her and the performance.
Long fingers picked the strings in a heated crescendo—note on teasing note, twang on shivery twang, strum on driving strum. He ended the song with a flourish, right hand arcing upward as the last note hung on the early morning air.
How did he know exactly how she felt on nights when everyone in Mountain View either had a date or was home curled next to a spouse? The isolation of being solo at the drive-in or enduring the knowing smile of a sympathetic waitress. His song wrapped all those feelings tight around her heart and squeezed.
But this one eluded her. The twanging strings cried with a soulful sadness that grabbed her by the throat. Her thoughts were washed in loneliness, and she turned toward the sound, past the Heritage Herb Garden. A part of Cadence that couldn’t resist helping others had to see who was expressing such need.
She lifted the hem of her long skirt and hurried toward the haunting sound, as if the notes pulled her feet along the path. Abreast of the groundhog pottery kiln, she slowed and peered toward the outdoor stage.
On the platform, several musicians gathered—some unpacking instruments, others adjusting microphones. Off to one side, a dark-haired man sat in a straight-backed chair, one foot braced on a scratched case. He leaned forward and strummed a dulcimer, the light wood instrument cradled on denim-covered thighs.
Cadence studied the talented player. His too-long hair was tied back, his shoulders were broad inside his western-cut shirt, and his legs were long and lean. Scuffed boots, faded jeans and a worn Harley-Davidson tee-shirt composed his attire. Definitely more attractive than her own outfit. Even from this distance, she spotted a posture that meant the man had an attitude…or was mysterious. A thrill ran over her skin.
Who was this guy? He’d definitely swagger when he walked. Yummy. At the thought, she stepped closer, wanting nothing between her and the performance.
Long fingers picked the strings in a heated crescendo—note on teasing note, twang on shivery twang, strum on driving strum. He ended the song with a flourish, right hand arcing upward as the last note hung on the early morning air.
How did he know exactly how she felt on nights when everyone in Mountain View either had a date or was home curled next to a spouse? The isolation of being solo at the drive-in or enduring the knowing smile of a sympathetic waitress. His song wrapped all those feelings tight around her heart and squeezed.