Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with FBI Agent Devyn Nash from “A Dose of Danger” by Kim McMahill

Today we’re talking to FBI Agent, Devyn Nash, from “A Dose of Danger (Book 1 in the Risky Research Series),” a Romantic Suspense by Kim McMahill. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

When researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover a possible solution for weight loss they are targeted by a group dedicated to controlling a diet product industry worth billions. Her unsanctioned testing methods bring tragedy to the family ranch and the attention of the local sheriff’s deputy. With her colleagues either dead, missing, or on the run she soon realizes she must trust the deputy with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?

What is your relationship status?
For the first time in my life I’m in a healthy relationship with a wonderful man. The main problem, though, is that he lives in another state so we don’t see each other all the time.

What is people’s first impression of you?
People see me as a no nonsense, hard-as-nails FBI agent. Most think I’m cold and unapproachable and few try to get close to me. That impression was so ingrained for so many years that I was starting to believe it, and then came Gage…

Name three of your favorite things.
Nothing can compare with the object of my affections, Wyoming Sheriff Gage Harris, but I also love raw chocolate chip cookie dough and chocolate and peanut butter ice cream straight out of the carton.

Name three things that tick you off.
I have little tolerance for bullies, hypocrites, and weasels of the humankind.

What are you most afraid of?
I’m most afraid of failing. In my line of work, when I fail people die.

Are you close to family?
I was an only child, so I didn’t have much family to start with. I was very close to my parents. When your dad is in the military and you live all over the world it’s helpful if your mom is your best friend. Unfortunately, my parents died in a boating accident, at least that’s what the authorities called it, shortly after I graduated from high school.

Do you care about what others assume about you?
I never cared about what others assumed about me until recently. As I mentioned earlier, I’m pretty infatuated with a handsome and rugged lawman, and I finally have a girlfriend in my life for the first time since college, so I’m definitely trying to be a better person.

What kinds of things do you always carry in your purse?
I don’t carry a purse since I need to keep my hands free in case I have to reach for my gun. I go through life pretty lean. My badge is usually clipped to my belt and I have a phone in one pocket and a little cash stashed in another.

What inner doubt causes you the most difficulty?
Until my current partner, Nick Melonis, I went through a new partner about every six months. I was starting to take it pretty personally, and I couldn’t help but doubt myself. Was I that hard to be around? I still worry that my new man and best friend will leave me like everyone else in my life, but the longer they stick, the more my confidence grows.

What would make you completely happy?
First, I have to bring to justice a deadly group who has been manipulating the diet product industry for profit at the expense of many lost lives. Once that’s done, if I could spend the rest of my life with Gage Harris, I would die a happy woman.

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Friday, May 18, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Prince of Jiran” by Sylvie Grayson

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Sylvie Grayson, and an excerpt from her SciFi/Fantasy Romance, “Prince of Jiran, The Last War: Book Five.”

Shandro, Prince of the Penrhy tribe of Jiran, disagrees with his father, Sovereign Pollack, on nearly every issue that arises between them. But his goal is to uphold the family values in spite of Pollack’s conniving moves as he deals with the hotbed of competing nations surrounding them.

Then Shandro is sent on a mission across the mountains into Khandarken to bring back Princess Chinata, a bride for Emperor Carlton’s Advisor. In exchange, Jiran and the Penrhy tribe are given a peace agreement, protection against invasion by the Emperor’s troops. This seems a good trade, as Carlton is hovering on their borders with his need for more land. However, not far into the journey, it becomes apparent someone is not adhering to the terms of the peace accord.

Near the tribal border, Shandro and his troops have come under direct attack from unknown forces. He digs deeper into Chinata’s background to find strong ties to the New Empire. Is it too dangerous to bring Princess Chinata into Jiran? Or as her escort, does Shandro become her defender against the Emperor’s troops?

First Kiss Excerpt

As the Penrhy riders approached the foothills, it began to snow. The flakes came down like feathers, lingering in the air and landing leisurely on leaves and branches, ending with a flourish on the bare ground. Shandro rode with Haggskyll in the centre of the troop, the women following in pairs behind them, surrounded by mounted guards.
The falling snow was beautiful, and Chinata seemed particularly taken with it. Shandro heard her soft voice among the cries of the other women, and reined in to glance around. Her head was thrown back as she tried to catch a flake on her tongue. He laughed and she glanced his way, colour flooding her cheeks.
His smile widened. She self-consciously looked away as Haggskyll nudged his horse. Yah, best to mind his business and not get too attached to the woman. But he couldn’t resist looking back now and then as the flakes came faster, covering the ground in a pristine white blanket. As late afternoon approached, the boughs of the trees held a light dusting and the wind became stronger. They rode on, the women less excited, tucking their cloaks tighter and pulling shawls and scarves close.
By dusk it was a full-blown blizzard. He couldn’t see two feet in front of him. Kiggundu had already called a halt, fixing his sights on a clearing at the side of the track in front of a deep cave. It looked like a good spot. They immediately began to set up camp, the men rushing to get shelters erected before it was completely dark.
The cooks arranged their gear in the entrance to the cave and lit the fireheat. Soon water was bubbling and hot drinks were available. It was one of the few times Shandro ever saw his men line up and patiently wait. It was damned cold.
Where was the Princess? He glanced around and saw Haggskyll talking to Lena outside a small tent. That must be where the women were. He walked in that direction, watching Kiggundu set the guards and work out the night shifts among his men. It was a rough night to do guard duty, but they had to remain alert. There had been too many signs that all was not right on this journey.
Haggskyll raised his head as Shandro drew close. His cheeks were red. From the cold? Perhaps not. He had the distinct impression his guard had been about to kiss the woman. By the graves. Didn’t he have a discretionary bone in his body? Bad enough that he cut a wide swath through the women back home.
“Hagg,” he growled in irritation. “Take Lena to fetch some tea for the Princess. The cooks have the fireheat going and a line is forming already.” The guard turned away and held out his hand. Lena placed her fingers in his big fist and walked by his side toward the cave.
Shandro stared. So that’s how it was. Hagg moved damned fast. Turning, he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. Chinata was removing her cloak, the fur covered with an outer layer of snow.
“Let me help,” he said, stepping forward and removing it from her hands. He gave it a good shake through the tent opening before handing it back to her. “That should do it. It’ll be dry by morning.”
Her cheeks turned a becoming pink and her gaze skittered to the side. “Thank you.” Her voice sounded soft, breathless. But that’s how he felt when he was near her. Breathless.
“Can you make yourself comfortable here? It’s just until you’ve had dinner. We’ll bed you down in the cave. It’s warmer and better protected. Some of the men will sleep here.”
“Oh, I see. I wondered…”
“Yah, we don’t want you sleeping in the cold if we can help it. We won’t always find a shelter, but we’ll do the best we can.” He pushed a damp strand of hair back from her cheek. “Has it been a hard day?”
She shivered at the touch of his fingers.
“Are you cold?” His voice was low. “Can I warm you?”
She glanced quickly away. “No, no. I’m fine.”
“Chinata.” She looked up as he lowered his head. It was just a fleeting kiss, no more. A mere meeting of mouths, yet his heart was galloping in his chest by the time he lifted away. She remained motionless, as if frozen in place by his action, so he lowered his head again.
Her skin was tender to the touch, long dark lashes brushing her cheeks as her eyes slowly closed. He pressed his lips to her soft mouth, then to a suddenly red cheek and against each eyelid. Moving back, he knew he’d stepped over some line. This woman was promised to another, and it was his job to bring her through the border without harm. His breath came in and out harshly as his lungs laboured in confusion and regret. He was worse than Haggskyll. “I’m sorry Princess. It won’t happen again.”
Was that disappointment he saw in her eyes? He ducked under the tent flap just as Lena appeared with a covered tea bowl. “She’s waiting for you,” he said in a surprisingly steady voice and walked away.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Pietas from “Bringer of Chaos” by Kayelle Allen

Today we’re talking to Pietas from “Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire (Marooned on a Barren World),” a SciFi with a bit of Romance by Kayelle Allen. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire

When the immortal Pietas is marooned on a barren world with no food and few survival tools, he knows it could be worse. He could be alone. But that's the problem. He's not.

Half a million of his people sleep in cryostasis, trapped inside their pods and it's up to Pietas to free them. He can't release one at a time. It's all or nothing. He's facing over five hundred thousand hungry, thirsty, homeless immortals who will call on him for rescue and he has no way to answer.

It's not all bad. The beautiful telepathic warrior he's loved for lifetimes is at his side. He's bonded with a sentient panther. He hates humans but the one dumped on this planet with him has become a trusted friend.

Before Pietas can build shelter, figure out how to grow food, or set up a government, he must take back command from a ruthless enemy he's fought for centuries. His brutal, merciless father.
Immortals may heal, but a wound of the heart lasts forever...

Pietas, how old are you?
In the Bringer of Chaos series, I'm still fairly young. Not quite two thousand. I was born in 2620 (Terran dating) and the story unfolds in 4536.

What is your relationship status?
I pair with Joss Avaton, my best friend and mentor in weaponry. The woman is a genius weapons designer. Imagine "dating" a woman who's a master telepath and a weapons designer. That could be dangerous, no? Fortunately, she's also even tempered and has a sweet spirit. And she loves me.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
This again... Very well, I suppose you mean what I look like. Tall (seven Terran feet), long, straight white-blond hair, blue eyes, fair. Like most of the scientist class, I have a slender frame. But I was enhanced with warrior class strength. I have an ant's strength and a bulldog's tenacity. I can pick up more than I weigh, and have agility and speed.

What is people's first impression of you?
That I'm arrogant and a narcissist. That's fine. I dislike drama. Plus, you can't miss friends you never have.

What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
I'm immortal. "Vacant."

Now on to something lighter, what is your favorite drink?
Ultras are unaffected by alcohol, so we drink to share time with friends. What else... I fill my cup with sugar and stir in a little coffee. Not a tea drinker, though I like it better than coffee. Hmm. I am fond of chocolate milk.

What is your favorite food?
My father used to ask that, but only to deprive me of it as punishment. I'll tell you what I told him. Porridge. Cold and congealing in the bowl.

What is your favorite song?
Forged in Fire. It's a warrior's chant, sung slowly in a minor key, often after a battle. It's in bonus content at the end of Bringer of Chaos: Forged in Fire.
Cast out upon a barren world, all hope of home forsaken now.
The rage of war has here begun. The vanquished cry as victors rise.
An Ultra's life is borne in grief.

What is your most prized possession?
A metal canteen-style cup given to me by Six. He offered me water and after I drank, told me he wanted me to keep that cup when he was gone. He said every time I drank from it I should remember not all humans were my enemy.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
Spend the first half of it wondering that very question. I am not given to idleness. A king cannot rule an immortal race by practicing sloth. I understand the value of downtime, but I find it impossible to tolerate. Although I would trade almost anything for a chance to go fishing with Six, kick back on the bank of a slow river and point out to each other what shapes the clouds are making. No matter what I chose to do, I'd accomplish it with my panther, Tiklaus. The cat and I have a strong emotional and telepathic bond. Seeing the world through that panther's eyes has opened an entirely different universe.

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Friday, May 11, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Grace's Turmoil” by Peter Perrin

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Peter Perrin, and an excerpt from his Contemporary Romance, “Grace's Turmoil (Book One of Not Too Old for Love).”

The inspiration behind my writing
Almost five years ago, my granddaughter self-published two novels on Amazon, at the age of fourteen. I was impressed with this and decided to try writing a novel myself. I thought that if she wasn’t too young to be published maybe I wasn’t too old. Also, I thought it would be a good mental exercise for my then sixty-nine-year-old brain. How much exercise I could never have imagined.

I believed the younger generation thought most people over the age of sixty had one foot in the grave, and were just killing time until the grim reaper claimed them. But, I knew that wasn’t the case for many people, so I looked for a way to write something to show them in a positive light.

Even though at this time I had never read any romance novels I decided to write a romance, with the hero and heroine both being over sixty. And, I came up with the idea of my characters being residents at a retirement village that was pretty much a private 5* hotel. There was a lot of scope for activities and relationships and I was sure the idea would work.

Unfortunately, I had virtually no previous writing experience or training and no idea about planning, etc. So, the book started off as a series of conversations, and developed from there. My inexperience meant that sometimes I ran into a dead-end with the plot line. Then I had to throw away material as the story just didn’t work properly. This meant the book took a lot longer than I had expected it to.

Before I started on the novel proper I created separate Character Portraits for both the heroine and hero. Then I created virtual interviews with them. Also I looked at how certain star signs are supposed to work together, or not. From that I came up with the idea the heroine would be a Pisces and the hero would be Aries.

Astrologically it is claimed that for these two signs when their minds link it is magical. They stimulate each other, both in sexual and non-sexual ways. And they are also inclined to irritate each other. This gave me a strong feeling for how they would get on in the story and why at times they wouldn’t.

My decision to set my book in a retirement village was a brave one. It meant that much of the action would either be based there, or start or finish there. But, I felt that by doing so I had a perfect excuse to have so many mature people in one location, trying to get along with one another. And in some cases, they would be trying to do a lot more than that. I went to visit a retirement village and was impressed by the facilities. It was that establishment that gave me the idea of having my imaginary village (The Grange) set in a seventeenth-century mansion that had been converted into a modern retirement complex with first-class facilities.

As the book developed so I came to know my characters—especially the main ones—and began to think of them as real people. At times I could really feel them interacting together as if I was present as an observer. At times I felt quite emotional when reading back some of what I’d written and that made me feel I must be doing something right. But the highlights were when, on several occasions, I looked over what I had written and thought ‘that wasn’t supposed to happen’ or ‘I never meant them to say that’. I had experienced what I had previously only heard about; my characters had written part of the story themselves. What a remarkable and deeply satisfying feeling that was.

I submitted a sample chapter to a publisher to see if it fitted with the sort of work they published, and it did. After a year of rewriting and polishing the manuscript I submitted it and fifteen months ago I won a publishing contract. Now, aged almost seventy-four, my debut novel, ‘Grace’s Turmoil’ has been published by Devine Destinies as Book One of a series called ‘Not Too Old for Love.’ And it is available from Amazon, both as an eBook and in paperback.

It seems that over recent years more and more readers of romance had become frustrated that all the heroines they read about were aged about twenty, whilst they themselves were on average at least ten years older. They were looking for heroines they could identify with. Women who had life experience and carried emotional baggage with them. Women who had experienced the pain of becoming a widow, or experiencing a painful divorce. In short, real women.

Unfortunately the book was finished before I knew so many romance readers felt like that, so I guess I’m lucky that my instincts drove me to write about the sort of people I did. Now it seems that there are a growing number of authors writing for this new market, which seems to be being referred to as Seasoned Romance, Second Chance Romance, and the like. I’m proud to be a part of that growing band of authors trying to respond to this demand.

This started out to be one stand-alone novel, but people who critiqued it along the way wanted certain characters to get their own book(s) later, so I decide to try my hand at creating a series in which each of the books would be stand-alone, but would be linked by at least one character from a previous book. There have certainly been enough interesting characters created to lead to another two books. This is exciting for me but has the downside that I’m going to have to write much quicker, and more efficiently in the future to make this possible.  But, at least I have now made a start on book two.

Wish me luck.

First Kiss Excerpt

They’d finished watching the first episode of Poldark. Alfred was feeling completely relaxed and comfortable in Grace’s company. He was aware she only wanted friendship, and even that seemed difficult for her right then. Still, he found it hard to accept they could only be friends. In fact—because she was so beguiling—his plan to play the field already lay in tatters. And he knew he wanted much more than she was offering—regardless of how long he had to wait for it.

Indeed, so strong was his attraction to her, he felt compelled to kiss her. He knew she would not want him to—but he believed it was sometimes easier to say sorry than it was to get permission. “Grace,” he murmured, and she turned to look into his eyes. He caressed her face with the fingertips of one hand. Then he brushed his lips against hers in the softest of kisses.
Grace jumped and pulled away from him. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?”
Alfred rubbed one hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. “I’m so sorry. The kiss wasn’t planned. I was overcome by a sudden need to do it. Please tell me I haven’t offended you.”
Grace pressed her lips together and shook her head slowly. “No…I’m not offended, but I am a tad disappointed…given what I told you about my emotional state after my divorce.”
Alfred hitched a breath and hung his head. He had let his desire put any future relationship with Grace at risk. With tenderness, he enveloped both her tiny hands in his and spoke softly to her. “There’s no point in denying that I feel a strong attraction to you. And I’m sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
“Yes, it does. But if you can promise to behave yourself in future, I’ll try to be your friend.”
A feeling of great relief surged through Alfred’s body. It looked as if he had not put Grace off altogether. Still, it was clear he was going to have to be much more circumspect in future. “Thank you, dear lady. You have my word as an officer and a gentleman that I will behave with absolute integrity in future.”
“Thank you. Even so, we should call it a night.”
Shuffling his feet, Alfred tugged at his beard before speaking. “Fair enough, my dear. But before we do, I must ask if you’ll let me buy you breakfast in the bistro tomorrow. By way of a peace offering, so to speak.”
Grace tipped her head to one side. She appeared to be giving his offer consideration. “Well now, let me see…”

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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Meet the Characters – An Interview with Elizabeth Blyneton from “Wickedly Used” by Kryssie Fortune

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Today we’re talking to Elizabeth Blyneton from “Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance,” by Kryssie Fortune. Let’s get started. I’m sure our readers are eager to learn more about you.

What impression do you make on people when they first meet you?
I think I’m invisible. My family refuse to let me enter society despite me almost being on the shelf. My uncle, who is also my guardian, only ever lets me wear grey. I look washed out and shabby despite being one of England’s richest heiresses.

How about after they've known you for a while?
The only people I interact with are the servants. That won’t change until I turn thirty and my money is mine to do what I want with. Meanwhile, I either live in shadows and marry my cousin Frederick. He stinks of hounds and gapes like a dead fish.

What is your profession?
I don’t have a profession, but I’m passionate about my hobby. I’m a herbalist, you see. Before my other died, we studied flowers, herbs, and their uses. The only place I find any solace is in the stillroom.

Describe your ideal mate
Anyone but Cousin Frederick. There was this dragoon that I met. I’ve never seen anyone so tall or with such cold eyes, but his smile brought him to life. We escaped together for a few moments at Vauxhall Gardens. He’s my hero, but I never expect to see him again, more’s the pity.

Your thoughts on love?
It’s for other people, not me. Mamma and Papa loved me, but my uncle and cousins only want my fortune. If I can’t meet people, how can I fall in love? That dragoon had possibilities, though.

Your greatest extravagance?
I was supposed to make my coming-out at sixteen. I had shoes with diamond heels, fashionable gowns, and even a full court dress. Once I lost my parents, I didn’t care about any of that. Now, I’d give anything for one colorful scarf or a sprig-muslin gown.

Is there anything you havent done that you want to do?
Please don’t be shocked. I know that by the time I turn thirty I’ll be on the shelf. Only fortune hunters will want me then. I’d like to lose my virginity to someone who cares. Someone like my dragoon.

What quality do you like most in a man?
Honesty. My dragoon, Lord Rothbury, told me straight out that we couldn’t have a future. I didn’t like it, but it was better to know from the start. Maybe I should have told him I’m an heiress and begged him to marry me. Only Uncle Augustus has the legal right to have the marriage annulled. I’d be ruined, and Rothbury might get into trouble with the military authorities. Did I tell you he’s on Wellesly’s staff? He’s off to Brussels, and I just know trouble’s brewing.

What trait do you most despise?
Greed. My uncle and cousins are draining cash from the family estate without any thought of my tenants. I can’t stop them until I inherit, and that’s not for another seven years. It will be hard to put the heart back into my land after they’ve drained it. That said, I mean to do right by my people. Seven years feels like forever, though.

What are you most afraid of?
Dying a virgin. I want to feel wild passion and love. I know Ladies are supposed to be shy and stuff, but I dream about finding the right man to love. If my dragoon had wanted more, I could have fallen for him. When he suggested we find somewhere quiet and… Well, my behavior was shocking, but for once I enjoyed myself. Please don’t tell anyone.

What would you consider your perfect night out?
I’d love to wear an elegant gown and attend Vauxhall Gardens as myself, not pretend to be my cousin’s poor relation and chaperone.

What was your first thought or impression when you met the person you fell in love with?
That he was the tallest man I’ve ever seen. He’s protective too. If not for him, I dread to think what would have happened when I accidentally interrupted Lord Dawlish and his whore. Rothbury stepped in and saved me. How can I not love him after that?

What would you change about the person you fell in love with?
I never believed in love at first sight until I spotted my dragoon. I barely know him, but he makes my heart beat like drum. I wouldn’t change anything about him, but I’d like for him to see me as I am, not the colorless person my uncle’s made me.

What would you change about yourself?
I’d have pretty clothes in rainbow colors. In an ideal world, I’d be fierce and strong, the sort of woman who could stand up to a blackguard like my uncle. I know they are pipedreams, but for the next seven years, dreams are all I have.

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Friday, May 4, 2018

First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Poison Pen” by Val Tobin

Writing can be murder.

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.—Marilyn Monroe

Never underestimate the power of jealousy and the power of envy to destroy. Never underestimate that.—Oliver Stone.

When their colleague is murdered, three wanna-be authors can't help meddling in the investigation, which puts them on the killer’s radar. Robin refuses to leave the house, Daphne has OCD, and Beth falls asleep at the most inopportune moments. Yet all three find themselves caught in a cat-and-mouse game where anything can happen and no one is safe.

Will they catch the killer before he catches them?

Detective Jacob Turner is a modern-day Columbo in search of a clever killer. Instinct tells him something doesn’t add up. Then, the case becomes personal and the hunt is on...

Poison Pen is a stand-alone novel and part of the About Three Authors series, which includes Whoever Said Love Was Easy? by Patti Roberts and Stolen Hearts & Muddy Pawprints by Georgina Ramsey.

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Val Tobin, and an excerpt from her Romantic Suspense, “Poison Pen.” Last time Val shared the first kiss between Ian and Daphne. This kiss is between Jacob and Robin.

First Kiss Excerpt

… Truth be told, she didn’t want him to leave at all. If her kids weren’t here, she wouldn’t have trusted herself and would’ve sent him home. As it was, ever since they’d pulled up in her driveway, she wanted to touch him. Three years of celibacy was enough. Perhaps she wasn’t after him but wanted physical release.
Jacob set up the coffee pot on a tray with mugs, milk, and sugar the way she always did when he visited. Robin settled next to him on the couch.
“Should I turn on the television?” she asked. A news station running in the background would fill any awkward pauses or at least give them something to talk about—and keep her mind away from thoughts of kissing him.
She made a move to pick up the remote, but he stopped her, covering her hand with his. The touch sparked electricity through her, charging to her core. Her breathing grew rapid and her face flushed.
“Let’s keep the silence.” Jacob’s voice came out a whispered growl thick with emotion.
“Okay,” she breathed back.
“Robin, I’ve been thinking.”
She gulped. “About the murder?”
The amused half-smile appeared. “Yes, always, but also about us.”
“What about us?” She held her breath. Did he want to slow things down? If so, she’d misread every cue.
His expression turned serious. “Intense circumstances threw us together, but we’re not seeing each other because you’ve been traumatized.”
Robin considered his words. Yes, Leon’s death and the break-in had rattled her, but somehow, she’d coped. “You’ve helped me deal with everything.”
Shambhala’s words echoed in her head then: “He’ll help you through the turmoil. It’s meant to be.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He tilted her chin up, his face close to hers. “I never wanted to pressure you.”
“Pressure me?”
“I’m attracted to you. Physically, emotionally, intellectually.”
“You really have been thinking.”
He sighed. “Perhaps overthinking. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know it’s been difficult for you—losing your husband, Leon’s murder, your friend’s arrest, and then a break-in at your home.”
“You haven’t made me uncomfortable.” But she blushed as she said it and rubbed her suddenly damp palms over her jeans-clad thighs. When she realized the contradiction, she laughed softly.
“What’s funny?” The half-smile returned though his eyes showed concern.
“You haven’t made me uncomfortable, but I’m uncomfortable.”
Without thinking, she reached up and ran her hands through his hair. She loved the white strands sprinkled through the black. It made him appear distinguished. He had kissy lips—they always seemed pursed as if poised to kiss. His face was a perfect oval, his brows wide, dark lines over almond eyes.
Jacob remained silent as her hands roamed down his face and neck to his broad shoulders. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“You can safely conclude I’m attracted to you as well, Detective. On all those levels.”
He leaned forward and grazed his lips over hers. She gasped for air when he drew away.
“That okay?” he asked.
The question teased a moan out of her. In response, she drew him by the shoulders to her and kissed him hard. He tasted of coffee and desire. His lips gently pried hers open, and his tongue slipped in to sample her. She pressed her mouth more firmly against his and skimmed her hands across his back, locking their bodies together.
After what seemed too short a time, she pulled away. She raised an apologetic gaze to him. “I don’t want the kids to catch us.”
Jacob huffed out a breath and ran a hand through his hair, leaving it mussed and sexy. “I understand.”
“I didn’t mean to get you all worked up for nothing.”
He chuckled. “Not for nothin’, darlin’.”
Robin stroked his face, reluctant to sever the physical connection. “You got me all worked up first. I feel like a teenager—wanting to fool around but afraid parents might walk into the room.”
“The same thought crossed my mind.” He smiled and glanced at the clock before returning his gaze to hers. “I should go before we get carried away.”
She nodded. When he didn’t move, she realized he probably needed a minute or two to compose himself. The thought made her insides warm and she grinned.
He responded by pulling her to him and kissing her, a hard kiss that made the room spin and her toes curl. Before she recovered her equilibrium, he rose.
“I’ll leave before you make me lose all control.”
She stood and took his hand. “Okay. But maybe we could get together on the weekend?”
“Sure. I’ll text you.” Jacob started to turn towards the door but paused. “You going to be okay? The cameras are on?”
“Always. I check them every morning and night.”
“Doors locked?”
“Even when I’m home. Don’t worry. No one will break in here again.”
Her cell phone buzzed, and she checked it.
Robin almost ignored it, but it was late, and Beth never called her at this time of night. She held up a finger, signalling Jacob to wait.
“Beth? What’s up?” Robin stroked a hand along Jacob’s arm, and he snatched it with his, wagging a finger at her with his other hand.
Naughty, naughty.
She giggled.
“Robin?” Beth’s frightened whisper knocked the smile off Robin’s face.
She froze and her fingers gripped Jacob’s hand, making him wince.
Concern on his face, he mouthed, “What is it?”
“What’s wrong?” Robin struggled to keep the hysteria out of her voice.
“Someone’s here. Outside.”
“Did you call nine-one-one?”
Jacob snatched the phone from Robin’s hand. “Beth? Jake Turner. What happened?”
Robin didn’t catch Beth’s reply, but Jacob said, “Call nine-one-one. I’m on my way.”
He broke the connection and handed the phone to Robin. “Lock the door and stay inside. I’ll call you.”
Without another word, he was gone.

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Monday, April 30, 2018

NEW RELEASE: Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton

Arresting Mason
Series: Arresting Onyx (book 1)
By Amber Daulton

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About Arresting Mason:
Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcĂ©e behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life. When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

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Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: April 30th, 2018
Print ISBN: 978-1-5092-2007-6
Digital ISBN: 978-1-5092-2008-3
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 80k
Heat Rating: 5 Flames

“Which one is your car?” She glanced around the crowded parking lot. A few streetlights pushed back the darkness and shadows. The restaurant served customers until midnight on the weekends, but no one loitered in the lot, at least from what Mia could see.

“Don’t have one at the moment.” Mason hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “I took the bus. It stopped a few blocks from here.” 

“Would you like a ride?” She pulled the car keys from her purse. “I feel a little ridiculous we met here tonight. I just wasn’t sure if you were some kind of freak.” 

His eyebrow lifted, and he closed the distance between them as a tiger would zero in on its mate. A sexy, masculine smile curled his lips. “Have you made up your mind yet?”
“I’ll let you know in the morning.” Desire trickled down her spine. Mia nodded toward the passenger side of the car for him to hop in. 

He confiscated her keys instead to unlock and open the driver’s side door for her like a gentleman. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled her temple with his nose. 

Not sure if he planned to seduce her in the parking lot or if he merely wanted to tease her, Mia pressed her hand to his chest and tried to think straight. “You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with since my divorce. I haven’t slept with anyone since Evan.” 

He tunneled his fingers through her wavy, chestnut-brown hair. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time either. We’ll take it slow or fast, whatever you want, but I promise you one thing. After I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that bastard’s name.” 

Oh, God. She almost melted right then and there. “Fast. I want you, Mason.” 

“Take me to your place and you can have me.” 

About the Author:
Writing is the fruit of happiness.

Amber Daulton lives her life by that one belief even though she normally isn’t so Zen.

As a fan of contemporary, paranormal, and historical romance novels alike, she can’t get enough of feisty heroines and alpha heroes. Her mind is a wonderland of adventure, laughter, and awesome ways of kicking a guy when he’s down. She probably wouldn’t be too sane without her computer and notebooks. After all, what’s a girl to do when people are jabbering away in her head and it’s hard to shut them up? Write! Nothing else works.

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