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[COVER REVEAL] Lost Without You by Liz Hannah

Lost Without You

by Liz Hannah
Expected Publication: December 30 2013
Cover Design: CoverIt! Designs

~Synopsis~

Grace Young thought she was a survivor – until the day her twin brother died, leaving her parents heartbroken and their relationship with Grace fractured beyond repair. Now all Grace wants is a chance to experience something of a normal life, before it’s all too late. 
Going to college hundreds of miles from home seems like the right way to embrace her new found freedom, especially after years of homeschooling, but while Grace takes to her classes naturally, it’s the other side of college that she’s unprepared for.

The parties. The friendships. The boys. Especially one Dean Michaels, the Haven University’s star soccer player. Fate throws the pair together, and their friendship starts to turn into something more. But can Grace keep the secrets of her past hidden without hurting those she’s come to count on the most?


*New Adult Contemporary Romance, recommended for readers 17+ for mature situations*


 

 

 

About the Author:

 


Liz Hannah is a New Adult author that calls both Scotland and Australia home. Currently studying her Bachelor of Arts at university, when she’s not busy reading or writing, Liz can be found procrastinating from her studies indulging in her Pinterest habit or watching too many TV shows. Lost Without You is her debut New Adult novel.

 

 

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[Book Blitz Tour & Giveaway] The Story of You and Me by Pamela DuMond

The Story of You and Me  By Pamela DuMond

Release date: September 17, 2013

Genre:Coming-of-Age, Contemporary Romance

Age Group:  New Adult, Mature Young Adult

Synopsis

She’s driven to save a life.

He’s haunted by breaking one.


Some secrets are too risky to share.


But nothing’s more dangerous than falling in love


Nineteen-year-old Sophie doesn’t listen to the naysayers because she has hope. The kind of hope that makes you do weird things—like travel two thousand miles away from everyone she knows and loves to a strange city.

So what if her first night in Los Angeles starts with a small misstep—a brief trip to the ER after twenty-one-year-old Alejandro, the hottest guy she’s ever met, saves her during a bar fight on the USCLA campus.

The stakes are high for Sophie—life and death—as she seeks answers to dark questions in a city that can be a slice of heaven, or a piece of hell. She’s running out of time on her journey to find healing. Falling for a guy isn’t part of her plan. But healing doesn’t always come the way you think you need it.

Sophie’s healing is six-foot-two-inches tall, has stunning hazel eyes, black, shiny hair and a rock solid chest that shelters her. Her healing is Alejandro.

But he’s not your typical college party boy—he has a dangerous past. Sophie isn’t the only one who keeps secrets. As they fall in love, he fears his truth might hurt her. And Sophie doesn’t know if she has the courage to tell him:

He can’t break her—because she’s already broken.

A Story of Hope.  A Story of Love.  A Story of Redemption.
 
 

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About the Author:

 
 


Pamela DuMond is the writer who discovered Erin Brockovich’s life story, thought it would make a great movie and pitched it to ‘Hollywood’.
She’s addicted to The X Factor. The movies Love Actually and The Bournetrilogy (with Matt Damon — not that other actor guy,) make her cry every time she watches them. (Like — a thousand.) She likes her cabernet hearty, her chocolate dark and she lives for a good giggle.

When she’s not writing Pamela’s also a chiropractor and cat wrangler. She loves reading, the beach, yoga, movies, animals, her family and friends. She lives in Venice, California with her furballs. If she ever gets her act together, she might even blog more often.

She’s constantly updating her website, which you can find ahttp://www.pameladumond.com 


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Excerpt:

Alex grinned at me and pushed the phone away from our faces for a second. “I’ve got this,” he whispered. Pulled my hand that held the phone close to his face. “Yes, Bubby Sophie.”

“Perfect, Alejandro,” Nana said. “Are you in a romance with my granddaughter? You do know she is a shiksa, yes? It seems many young men of the Jewish faith will happily date shiksas, but not be serious about marrying them. Will this be a problem for you in the future?”

“Nana!” I hollered and collapsed back into my seat. I face palmed my hand into my forehead in sheer humiliation that only a family member could initiate.

Alejandro ran his finger over my cheek and traced my jaw. His fingers landed squarely under my chin that was collapsed in my hands on my chest. He gently lifted my head up. “Put the phone back toward me,” he whispered.

I blushed but did as he asked.

“Bubby Sophie?” he asked.

“I thought for a second I lost you.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Bubby. In fact, I can’t wait to meet you some day soon. In regards to your shiksa granddaughter? I’m crazy about her Wisconsin accent—”

“What accent?” I slapped Alejandro’s thigh with my free hand. He caught my hand and interwove his fingers between mine and pulled me close to him. Which meant I was practically sitting in his lap.

A man in a truck in the next lane honked, leered and said, “Get a room!”

I glared at him. “Get a life!” I struggled to flip him my middle finger but it was currently engaged and wrapped tightly next to Alejandro’s middle finger. He squeezed my hand and winked at me. “Ignore the assholes,” he whispered into my ear and turned back toward the phone. “I adore your granddaughter’s snarky sense of humor…”

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“… her beautiful dairy queen face, the fact that she’s girlie but still thinks football is important and her sheer determination to get things done. So, no, I don’t care that she’s a shiksa. I also don’t care that she’s stubborn and that she’s probably going to test me even further once I get off the phone with you. Can you live with that, Bubby Sophie?”

“Yes,” Nana said. “You seem like a nice young man, and I greatly appreciate you letting me practice my foreign language skills with you.”

“You’re welcome.” Alejandro smiled at me.

“I must run or I’ll be late for the sing-along in the lobby. We’re performing a medley of Michael Jackson songs this week.”

“It’s my honor to have made your acquaintance,” Alejandro said.

“And you, Alejandro Maxwell Levine.”

I leaned into the phone. “I love you, Nana.”

“I love you back, my favorite granddaughter.”

“I’m your only granddaughter.”

“I know,” she said. “Which is number six on my top ten reasons why I love you the most.”

She paused for a moment and I heard her breathing, hard and raspy into the phone. “Nana? You okay?”

“Never better. Just promise me one thing?”

“What?” I asked.

“Life is full of mysteries, odd twists and turns. You think you’re traveling down one road only to discover you veered off and venturing down another. One that is completely unknown. And the new road has no fancy navigation system, no streetlights, or signs and you have no reception on your fancy phone. What do you do? Tell me, Sophie. What do you do?”

Alejandro squeezed my hand. He gazed into my eyes for a second. Smiled. Then turned his eyes back on the road. A lock of his black-brown hair escaped from behind his ear and fell onto his high, sharp cheekbone. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. Softly. Tenderly. I broke out in chills. Everywhere. “What should I do, Nana?”

“Be kind,” she said. “Just be kind to each other.”

“Okay,” I said.

But she’d already hung up.


            It’s a good thing that I’m sober otherwise I’d go back there and punch him.

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[Review/Tour] Dream World by SJ Hitchcock

 
 
 
 

Dream World by SJ Hitchcock

Release date: Sept 20, 2013

<div style=”font-size:11px”>Publication date: 05/01/2013</div>Book 1
Genre: YA Romance
Publisher – Freaky Fiction Writing

 


Overview: 

Debbie who witnesses the death of her mother, and uses her dreams as a way to escape the real world.  Where she feels safe and loved, in Joshua Lawson’s arms, the guy from her favorite TV show Victor, and from her favorite poster above her bed.

Karen is ignored by all her family, she really just wants to be loved by them, and takes out her anger on her former best friend, Debbie and anyone who gets in her way. 


Lastly, Mark whose shipped off to the UK to live, while his parents are on tour for the next year. And Mark has always lived in the shadow of his cousin.


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    My Review: 
    4.0 Star Review – Dream World – Book #1


    I recommend this book for age group 12 – 15 year old.



    Debbie is a thirteen year old girl.  She is awaiting her mother after school when she witnesses a horrible accident in which her mother dies.  As her mother was on her way to pick her up Debbie, she deals with feeling guilty that her mother died because of her. 

    Debbie spends a lot of her time daydreaming about Joshua Lawson, a star on TV.  She fantasizes about him to block out her grief over losing her mother.  When she is not daydreaming and grieving she is trying to hang out with Wendy her best friend. 


    Debbie used to be best friends with Karen but now Karen has other friends.  Karen is a mean girl with issues that come from the way her family treats her.  She has her own little group of friends with follow her around.  She really does not care about her friends one way or the other she is using them.


    Mark is an American boy who is staying with his grandparents while his parents (who are in a band) tour with his cousin.  He wanted to be away from his parents as they made him an outcast in his school. His parents promised to show up for events at the school then failed to show.  So the kids in his school thought he lied about them being his parents and treated him bad.

       

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     About Sarah:

    Sarah Hitchcock was born in Norfolk, in a small town called Kings Lynn.  She always was a keen reader, and one day decided to attempt to write her own, and never looked back.  Today she has many novels in various stages of editing and re-writing.  Her current WIP, is in the final stages of editing, and will be out later this year as an ebook.

    After finishing high school and then training to work with children, Sarah started her first job. She currently works as a pre-school teacher. 


    Sarah has four children, and three dogs, and a partner who has had to put up with her rambling on about all her WIP’s.

    She recalls spending hours thinking about her characters and their storylines.  To this day, she often falls asleep thinking about where she can take new and old characters. 

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    [Book Blitz Tour & Spotlight & Giveaway] Because Of Lucy by Lisa Swallow


    Today it’s my pleasure to welcome Lisa Swallow to my blog


    Where did you grow up?

    I was born in the UK and I grew up in Europe, travelling around with my military family. Most of the time I lived in the UK and Germany.


    Where do you live now?

    Perth, Western Australia


    If you could live anywhere, where would you choose?

    Perth!


    How long have you been writing?

    Since I was 8 years old when I had a poem published in the local newspaper. Last year, I decided it was time I tried to find a publisher!


    Where did you get the inspiration for “Because of Lucy”?

    I love the new adult genre – being able to write about the time of self-discovery that comes  from moving away from family influences and into adulthood. I wanted to show the struggle that people often have at this age when trying to forge an identity outside of the one that they may have unwillingly been molded into.

    I love hidden secrets in books, but only ones which keep the reader guessing. When I was half way through the first draft, I tested the story on a friend. If she’d guessed who Lucy was before she was revealed, I would have scrapped the book!


    Do you have any pets?

    A Weimaraner named Tilly who is not the brightest of dogs. She does a great impression of a Weeping Angel (geek reference!). We also have a cat called Twinkle but, as all cat owners know, we’re her pets.


    Something about you not many people would know?

    Until I moved to Australia, I had never lived in one house longer than two years or one city longer than three. Eight years later, I don’t want to move again!


    Who would you cast as actors if a movie was made of your book?

    I always find this question tricky because every reader has their own pictures in their heads of who the characters look like. When I started writing Because of Lucy I was watching Supernatural a lot and Evan looked a little like a younger Jared Padalecki in my mind. But not as tall! Ness is more difficult – maybe I don’t pay enough attention to female actresses lol.


    If you were a cartoon character who would you be and why?

    Lisa Simpson. Because I was a little like her when I was younger (and we share a first name and initials!)

    Early bird or night owl?

    Night owl.

    What is your next project?

    I’m currently finishing the third book in my paranormal romance series, Soul Ties. I have also started writing a second book featuring Ness and Evan. Because of Lucy was going to be a standalone as it has no cliffhanger and a happy ending, but readers have asked to follow more of Ness and Evan’s story. And I’m happy to do that because…more time with Evan!  

    Thank you Lisa for taking the time to answer the questions.

     

     

    Because Of Lucy

    By Lisa Swallow
    Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
    Publisher: Limitless Publishing
    Release Date: August 28, 2013
    Cover Design: Eden Crane Designs

     
    Synopsis

    “In life, there are some people you have to lose in order to find yourself.”

    Ness’s parents are shocked when she turns down her place at Leeds University and takes on a full-time job in a call center. Determined to begin her adult life the way she wants, Ness moves to Leeds to live with her best friend Abby.

    One night she meets Evan, who is everything she hates about guys. He may be hot but he’s also drunken, arrogant, and on top of that, he apparently has sex with girls and forgets about it. But Evan isn’t what he seems and Ness soon discovers they have more in common than she thought.

    Evan is struggling to escape from his past too, and when Lucy appears she threatens his new relationship with Ness. Unsure if she can deal with the effect Lucy has on Evan, Ness makes a decision about her future which pulls them apart.

    When their new lives don’t go as planned, Ness and Evan are both faced with difficult choices. All because of Lucy. 

    *Recommended 17+ due to strong language and sexual content*
     


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    About the Author:


    Lisa was born in the UK and she moved around Europe with her military family before completing a BA (Hons) in English at the University of Leeds. Her home is now in Perth, Australia with her husband and three children.

    In between running her home based craft supplies business, looking after her family, and writing, Lisa sometimes finds spare time to do other things. This often involves swapping her book worlds for gaming worlds. She even leaves the house occasionally, enjoying walks with her dog and time with her family. She loves all things from the Whedonverse and preferred vampires before they sparkled. 


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    Excerpt:

    I side step the sink and turn. A guy leans against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant but his slackened stance indicates he’s attempting to keep himself upright. His brown hair is longer at the front and spills into his face, and unfocused brown eyes appear to be looking in my direction. He’s one of the regulars. I don’t pay a lot of attention, but he’s a good-looking guy and they never go unnoticed.

    “Yes?” I snap. I’m so not in the mood.

    His eyes sweep my figure. Unbelievable…I straighten my sleeves and look at him with an eyebrow raised.

    “Are you Abby’s housemate?”

    “Who are you?”

    “Evan.” He rubs his nose. “You’re not a student?”

    “Correct, I am the one not lying in a drunken haze on the floor contemplating my navel.”

    Evan takes a step forward, steadying himself with one hand as my witty repartee sails over his head. “Why?”

    “Why am I not on the floor pissed?”

    “Why aren’t you a student?”

    “Because I work instead.”

    “Hmm.” He pauses and grasps onto the sink, searching for a glass. I pass him the spare one. “Did you fail?”

     “Fail what?”

    Evan fills the glass. “Or are you just not smart enough for uni? What is it you do?” He gulps the water in three mouthfuls then wipes his mouth with his hand.

    Arrogant wanker.

    “That’s right, I’m not smart enough. I’m living with Abby until I can find a nice man to marry then I can have 2.4 kids and a house in the suburbs. Because, as I’m not a student, I have no future.”

    Evan leans against the sink. “Fair enough.”

    Oh my god he believes me. How pissed is he exactly? “So, you think anyone who doesn’t go to university is inferior to you?” I demand.

    I’ve seen her friends looking down their noses at me. Inverted snobbery. On top of that, the locals hate students and the students hate locals. I’m neither. I can’t win.

    We’re close now and he stinks of alcohol and pot, a faint hint of deodorant lingering on his clothes. Evan’s T-shirt has come untucked and rides up as he leans against the sink. He’s toned, evidently works out. I can’t help myself, I check him out. Beneath his curls he has deep brown eyes. Incoherent eyes. I hate to admit, but something about him is seriously sexy.

    Even if he is a dick.

    “Well, if you’ll excuse me,” I say.

    He sniggers.

    “What’s funny?”

    “You sound like the Queen.”

    Not this again. I get enough crap at work. I move from Cheltenham to Yorkshire and suddenly I’m ‘stuck up home counties girl’.

    I don’t dignify his comment with an answer and turn away from him, and walk out of the kitchen.

    “Want me to get the guy out of your bed?” he calls after me.

    I stop and look round. “You know him?”

    “I could replace him.”

    My mouth drops open at his arrogance. An attempt at a flirtatious smile plays around his lips but the unfocused eyes kill the effect he’s trying to achieve. He’s serious. I imagine he has a ready supply of eager girls. No surprise with a body and looks like his, such a shame he needs a personality transplant.

    I step towards him. “Evan. I am not pissed. Nor are you getting into my bed. Good night.”

    Feeling happy with my retort, I saunter towards the stairs. Behind me, Evan impersonates my sentence with an exaggerated posh accent.


                It’s a good thing that I’m sober otherwise I’d go back there and punch him.

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    [COVER REVEAL] Remember Love by Riley Rhea

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    Remember Love
    By Riley Rhea
    Release Date: October 2013

    ~Synopsis~

    They say you can never go home again. Brenna James is about to finish her final year of college when a visit home could change everything. Fate was pushing her towards her childhood best friend, Tucker, leaving Brenna no other option than to remember memories from a time once forgotten. Can Tucker slip himself into her heart? Will he be able to show her his feelings? The biggest question is, can Tucker help Brenna remember love?
     








     

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    About the Author:


    Riley Rhea is your typical country girl, born and raised in the Bluegrass. In the last 30 something years, she has successfully brought into this world 3 children, which may or not be claimed by her, depending on their behavior.  Riley enjoys reading, spending time on the farm and quiet afternoons when those who call her mom leave the house. Riley also loves country music and drools over Luke Bryan. Riley’s biggest fears are crickets and banks. Not just an avid reader, Riley is an active blogger and reviews many books during the span of a week when she isn’t writing about her loveable and sexy country boys.

    She’s always had a background in writing, her mother being an author, and one day, out of the blue, 2 characters popped into her head and wouldn’t shut up. After some advice from a good friend, Remember Love was born. Thank you all for taking time to get to know Riley a little better. You can always find her on Facebook if y’all want to chat a little more. 


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    [Book Blitz] Playing With Her Heart by Lauren Blakely

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    Playing With Her Heart by Lauren Blakely

    Genre: Contemporary Romance
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    Synopsis

    From the NYT & USA Today Bestselling romance author, a sizzling and addictive story of a woman with a broken past and the man who can’t fight his attraction to her… Twenty-three year old rising theater star Jill McCormick has built a life out of pretending. Pretending she’s happy, pretending she’s not haunted by the dark secret that shattered her world six years ago. But then she comes face to face with her new director – sexy, sophisticated, possessive, all-alpha Davis Milo. He tries to resist the actress he’s cast, but the attraction between them is too powerful, and soon their private rehearsals spiral into new, forbidden territory. The passionate connection, the intense chemistry is undeniable, and it hits them anywhere, and everywhere – in the theater, on the piano, in the limo, in the restaurant…But the tragedy in Jill’s past stands between them. Davis has walls too, so they can either face their fears together, or risk the deepest love and greatest passion either has ever felt…

    Exclusive Deleted Scene:

    Deleted Scene from PLAYING WITH HER HEART

    Explanation from Lauren: This deleted scene takes place in chapter 15 prior to the Jill and Davis’ second private rehearsal, which will be more familiar to readers as before the “piano scene.” I had originally written this scene where Jill rehearses with Patrick, and Davis’ reaction to it. But I then decided that I’d rather show Jill and Davis rehearsing. Plus, I felt readers already knew and understood the depths of Davis’ jealousy at this point and that the additional scene showing it wasn’t necessary. I also nixed it because I decided that Patrick was not falling in love with Jill, as Davis surmises from this scene. But, just for fun, here it is from the cutting room floor!!!

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    Lauren

    Thirty minutes later, I am coiled full of tension from watching Patrick run his hands through Jill’s hair, from the way she responds, leaning her head back into him, from how she breathily whispers one of the last lines in the scene, “it feels so good,” her microphone taking the words on a trip around the whole theater, up to the proscenium arch and two boxes and back.

             “End scene,” Shannon calls out.

             I run a hand across my chin roughly. Steel myself, then stand up, walk to the edge of the stage, place a palm against the floorboards as Jill and Patrick look at me expectantly.

             “That’s a great start. Now, Patrick what I want you to work on next is really capturing the change in Paolo. This scene is the moment when he starts to soften around her. When he shifts from being the hard ass teacher and into the tender lover he will become. Look for those moments in between the words,” I say, giving him the full, honest truth of what his performance needs, even though if pains every bone in my body to instruct him like this.

             He nods several times, taking it in. He’s a pro, and I know he’ll knock this scene out of the park as he always does. He doesn’t command his name on the marquee for nothing. The man can sell tickets for a reason.

             Then I turn to Jill. She’s nibbling on her lower lip nervously. She stops when she meets my gaze. I do my best to give away nothing as I talk to her. “For Ava, I really see this moment as the one when it clicks for her. That she’s been confused and unsure for so long about Paolo. Is he just the professor? Is he merely a difficult teacher? Or is there something more? But then they are in the studio working and her hair is a mess and full of paint, and her hands are covered in it, and this is when she understands not only that he has feelings for her, but that she’s falling hard for him too.”

             “Thank you. That makes sense,” she says, like a good student.

             “Are we going okay on the blocking?” Patrick asks. “It’s a little unformed at this point.”

             “You’re doing fine. We’ll get it finalized soon. For now, run it again,” I say, and I return to my seat, feeling absolutely spent from having to tell the two of them to show me more of them falling in love.

             Another rounds later, they’re closer to nailing it, and I’m sure I’ll knock the punching bag from its chains the next time I’m at the gym. When Patrick asks to do the scene one final time, I’m about to explode with a resounding “No.” Instead, I keep it all inside, as I manage through gritted teeth, “Of course let’s get it right.”

             I watch one final time, even though it’s fucking eating away at me to see him touch her. Before he even starts the scene, he looks at her with softness in his eyes, and and I know he’s starting to fall for her too. That he’s not merely acting. That he’s only playing a part. The two are starting to blend, and this is why actors all over the world fall for actors. This is why you hear stories of movie set romances, because they aren’t stories. They’re true. There is little, I imagine, more intoxicating than pretending to be in love with someone. After a while, reality and fiction bleed over, and you fall in love for real.

                When the scene ends, the stage manager calls take five and Patrick tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, flashing her that matinee idol smile of his that melts women. I swallow, close my eyes, clench my fists. Selfishly, I had hoped it would all be unrequited. I had hoped it was a one-way thing on her part. But that was stupid of me. I’m falling for her, and he is too.

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    Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in PLAYING WITH HER HEART, she thinks life should be filled with love, passion, and dreams come true. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband.
     
     
     

     

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    [Review] My Spy by Dana Marton

    My Spy by Dana Marton

    Publication date: October 1, 2013
    Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue

    <div style=”font-size:11px”>Publication date: 05/01/2013</div>Series: HQ: Texas
    Pages: 440

    Back of the book

    2 Complete Novels for 1 Price!  

    The stakes are higher and the danger is bigger in Dana Marton’s HQ: Texas miniseries. 


    A mission gone wrong forced injured soldier Jamie Cassidy to start anew…and run right into the path of deputy sheriff Bree Tridle. The sassy, sexy Texan was as determined to uncover a local money-laundering scheme as Jamie was to keep her safe from the stalker hot on her trail. But Jamie, now an undercover operative, was also on a covert mission of his own: track smugglers threatening to bring terrorists into the U.S. Could Jamie’s and Bree’s cases be related? When a deadly attack on Bree’s home escalates the danger and their attraction, Jamie and Bree must face their enemies together to save not only their country, but their one chance at love. 
     

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    LAST SPY STANDING

    SPY HARD

    THE SPY WORE SPURS

    MOST ELIGIBLE SPY

    MY SPY

    SPY IN THE SADDLE

        


    My Review: 

    5.0 Star Review – My Spy (HQ: Texas # 5)

    I recommend this book.

    I enjoyed this book by Dana.  This book includes passion, laughs, heartache, a stalker, murder, handicapped characters and a bomb.

    If you have not read the below I would recommend reading those books first from “HQ: Texas” series.

    LAST SPY STANDING – this is included in this book 

    SPY HARD

    THE SPY WORE SPURS

    MOST ELIGIBLE SPY

     


    Jamie Cassidy, an undercover operative, is working a case on tracking smugglers.  He has to reveal his job when he almost gets arrested for spending a counterfeit bill he got from the bank on a book. 

    Brianna ‘Bree’ Tridle, former beauty queen, now deputy sheriff takes him in custody.  She is working on a money-laundering case that could be related to Jamie’s case.

    After Jamie is told to work with Bree he discovers that she is being stalked.  As their investigations continue the leads they get point back to each of their cases. 

    As the stalker escalates the danger to Bree has Jamie in knots over his feelings and protectiveness to her and her sister. 

    What is happening to the man who decided he never needed a woman?  As Bree is drawn closer to Jamie she is wondering if he will want her to choose between him and her sister.  

             
    The chemistry between these two is explosive.  Bree is a cheerful sarcastic woman who is trying to keep her town free of crime and take care of her sister.  I love how Dana wrote Jamie’s character I totally love him.  The storyline in the bank where Jamie opens up a little about his feelings and his loss just about breaks your heart.  As tragic as Jamie’s back story is you can get an understanding of his feelings and concerns from it.  She totally cracked me up with him getting busted with the counterfeit bill while buying a book.  Well played Dana well played. Very good read.  


     
    Look forward to the next book in this series.


    Spy In The Saddle – Due out in November 2013

    A few of my favorite parts:

     “I assume you didn’t go get stiches because you don’t have time, not because you’re scared of the needle?”
    He shot her a dark look. He did that so well. Must have been part of his training.
    “Why don’t I slap on some butterfly bandages, as long as we’re both here. Then you won’t have to go see a doc. You’ll save a ton of time that you could use to glare at people. I’d hate to see you slip off schedule.”
    His eyes remained stoic, but the corner of his sculpted mouth twitched. “Make it quick.”


    “I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Don’t involve yourself. Forget everything we’ve talked about earlier.”
    “Or what?” A laugh escaped her and trilled along his nerve endings. “You’ll spank me? For heaven’s sake. I’m an officer of the law. I’m trained to handle myself.”
    The visual of the spanking bit left him both speechless and breathless for a second.


    “You know, we do have a public-indecency ordinance in place.  You seem to have a habit of going pant-less in public,” she remarked as she stood and squeezed water out of her hair and clothes. 
    He glanced back as he got to his feet. “You going to arrest me for that?”
    She sighed. “I kind of like it. Does that make me shallow?”
    Surprise crossed his face, then a half smile formed. “You’re not what I expected.”

    Contact Info for Dana Marton

    About Dana:

    Dana Marton writes fast-paced action-adventure romances that take her readers all over the globe. She is a Rita Award finalist and the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence. She loves writing stories of intrigue, filled with dangerous plots that try her tough-as-nails heroes and the special women they fall in love with. Her books have been published in seven languages in eleven countries around the world.
    She would love to hear from her readers.   
    Okay, the above version is the glamour version for press releases. The truth is that my path to publication was nothing but unglamorous. I wrote for 13 years and completed 4 books (as well as having others in various stages of completion) before I finally received a call from a Harlequin editor. I was beginning to wonder if I was being tenacious or just too dense to know when to quit. But it all worked out at the end! J I love, love, love writing and would spend all day in front of the computer if I could just break my family of the habit of wanting to eat and wear clean clothes. What’s up with that? But I must get up from the desk now and then, if only because my Internet connection goes down or my ancient PC overheats. Then I do enjoy cooking, knitting, hunting for treasures at the flea market, our Beagle, Peanut the Destroyer, and gardening.

    I’d love it if you picked up one of my books and emailed me to tell me what you thought of it. I’ve been known to name characters after readers. Just ask Princess Judi. 
     

    Read an Excerpt

    He had two weeks to gain the information he needed to stop terrorists with weapons of mass destruction from entering the country. But everything his six-man team had done so far had been a bust.

    Undercover operative Jamie Cassidy sat with his back to the wall in the far corner at the Yellow Armadillo, a seedy, small-town bar on the backstreets of Pebble Creek, Texas. Country music streamed from overhead speakers; the place was dark and dingy, the food was fried within an inch of its life. But the beer was cold, the only nice thing that could be said about the joint.

    “So you have no idea who the new boss is?” he asked the scrawny farmhand across the table.

    Billy Brunswik fingered the rim of the tattered Stetson on his lap, his eyes on his empty glass. A cowboy tan left the top of his forehead white, the rest of his face several shades darker. His checkered blue shirt was wrinkled and smudged with dirt, as if he’d been wearing it for more than a day or two. He silently shook his head.

    Jamie had his own cowboy hat and jeans and shirt to fit in, a far cry from his usual commando gear. In a place like this—a known hangout for smugglers—being spotted as a government man could quickly earn you a bullet in the back.

    He waved the perky blonde waitress over for another round for Billy but didn’t return her flirty smile. His attention was on the man across the table. “It’s tough. Believe me, I know.” He waited until the waitress left. “In this economy, and they cut off work. Hell, what are you supposed to do? Who do you go to now?”

    “Nobody knows nuthin’.” Billy set his empty glass down and wiped his upper lip with the back of his calloused hand, then pulled out a tin of chewing tobacco and tucked a pinch between gum and cheek. “I can barely buy groceries for the girlfriend and me, I’ll tell you that.”

    Jamie watched him for a few seconds, then slid three twenties across the table. “I know how it is.”

    Billy was on the cash like a duck on a june bug, the bills disappearing in a flat second. He looked around nervously, licking his crooked yellow front teeth. “I ain’t no snitch.”

    Jamie gave a sympathetic nod. “A man has to live. And I ain’t asking for nothing that would get you in trouble. Just need enough to show the boss I’ve been working.” He shrugged, playing the halfhearted customs agent role.

    Billy hung his head. “I do work a little,” he admitted. “When nobody’s lookin’. Just some weed.”

    “Who do you kick up to?”

    “Ain’t nobody there since Kenny.”

    And no matter how hard Jamie pushed the down-on-his-luck farmhand after that, Billy didn’t give up anything. Although he did promise to get in touch if things changed.

    Developing an asset was a slow and careful business.

    Jamie left the man and strode across the bar, looking for familiar faces as he passed the rows of tables. The two border towns his team watched, Hullett and Pebble Creek, had their share of smugglers, most of them lying low these days. He didn’t recognize anyone here today.

    He paid the waitress at the bar, stepped outside into the scorching heat then shoved his hat on his head and rubbed his eyes. He’d spent the night on border patrol, then most of the morning running down leads. His legs hurt. The doc at Walter Reed called it phantom-limb pain.

    He resisted the urge to reach down and rub his prosthetic limbs. It did nothing for the pain, and he hated the feel of the cold steel where his legs should have been.

    He strode up to Main Street, came out by the bank and drew a hundred out of the ATM while he was here, since Billy had cleaned him out. Then his gaze caught on the bookstore across the street. Maybe a good read would help him fall asleep. When on duty, his mind focused on work. But when he rested, memories of his dark past pushed their way back into his head. Sleep had a way of eluding him.

    He cut across traffic and pushed inside the small indie bookstore, into the welcoming cool of air-conditioning, and strode straight to the mystery section. He picked out a hard-boiled detective story, then turned on his heels and came face-to-face with the woman of his dreams.

    Okay, the woman of every red-blooded man’s dreams.

    She was tall and curvy, with long blond hair swinging in a ponytail, startling blue eyes that held laughter and a mouth to kill or die for, depending on what she wished.

    His mind went completely blank for a second, while his body sat up and took serious notice.

    When his dreams weren’t filled with blood and torture and killing, they were filled with sex. He could still do the act—one thing his injury hadn’t taken away from him. But he didn’t allow himself. He didn’t want pity. Foreplay shouldn’t start with him taking off his prosthetics—the ultimate mood killer. And he definitely didn’t want the questions.

    Hell, even he hated touching the damn things. Who wouldn’t? He wasn’t going to put himself through that humiliation. Wasn’t going to put a woman in a position where she’d have to start pretending.

    But he dreamed, and his imagination made it good. The woman of his dreams was always the same, an amalgamation of pinup girls that had been burned into his brain during his adolescent years from various magazines he and his brothers had snuck into the house.

    And now she was standing in front of him.

    The pure, molten-lava lust that shot through his gut nearly knocked him off his feet. And aggravated the hell out of him. He’d spent considerable time suppressing his physical needs so they wouldn’t blindside him like this.

    “Howdy,” she said with a happy, peppy grin that smoothed out the little crease in her full bottom lip. She had a great mouth, crease or no crease. Made a man think about his lips on hers and going lower.

    He narrowed his eyes. Then he pushed by her with a dark look, keeping his face and body language discouraging. Who the hell was she to upset his hard-achieved balance?

    He strode up to the counter and paid with cash because he didn’t want to waste time punching buttons on the card reader. He didn’t want to spend another second in a place where he could be ambushed like this. The awareness of her back somewhere among the rows of books still tingled all across his skin.

    “I’m sorry.” The elderly man behind the counter handed back the twenty-dollar bill. “I can’t take this.” He flashed an apologetic smile as he pushed up his horn-rimmed glasses, then tugged down his denim shirt in a nervous gesture. “The scanner kicked it back.”

    “I just got it from the bank across the street,” Jamie argued, not in the mood for delay.

    “I’m sorry, sir.”

    “Everything okay, Fred?” The woman he’d tried to pretend didn’t exist came up behind Jamie.

    Her voice was as smooth as the kind of top-shelf whiskey the Yellow Armadillo couldn’t afford to carry. Its sexy timbre tickled something behind his breastbone. He kept his back to her, against enormous temptation to turn, hoping she’d get the hint to mind her own business.

    Then he had to turn, anyway, because next thing he knew she was talking to him.

    “I’d be happy to help. How about we go next door and I’ll help you figure this out?”

    The police station stood next door. All he wanted was to go home and see if he could catch a few winks before his next shift. “I don’t think so.” He peeled off another twenty, which went through the scanner without trouble. Next thing he knew, Fred was handing back his change.

    “I really think we should,” the woman insisted.

    Apparently, she had trouble with the concept of minding her own business. He shot her a look of disapproval, hoping she’d take the hint.

    He tried to look at nothing but her eyes, but all that sparkling blue was doing things to him. Hell, another minute, and if she asked him to eat the damned twenty, he would have probably done it. He caught that thought, pushed back hard.

    “Who the hell are you?” He kept his tone at a level of surly that had taken years to perfect.

    The cheerleader smile never even wavered as she pulled her badge from her pocket and flashed it at him. “Brianna Tridle. Deputy sheriff.”

    Oh, hell.

    He looked her over more thoroughly: the sexy snake-skin boots, the hip-hugging jeans, the checkered shirt open at the neck, giving a hint of the top curve of her breasts. His palms itched for a feel. If there was such a thing as physical perfection, she was it.

    Any guy who had two brain cells to rub together would have gone absolutely anywhere with her.

    Except Jamie Cassidy.

    “I’m in a hurry.”

    “Won’t take but a minute.” She tilted her head, exposing the creamy skin of her neck just enough to bamboozle him. “I’ve been having a hard time with counterfeit bills turning up in town lately. I’d really appreciate the help. I’ll keep it as quick as possible, I promise.” The smile widened enough to reveal some pearly white teeth.

    Teeth a man wouldn’t have minded running his tongue along before kissing her silly.

    Another man.

    Certainly not Jamie.

    Okay, so she was the deputy sheriff. The sheriff, Kenny Davis, had been killed recently. He’d been part of the smuggling operation Jamie’s team was investigating. A major player, actually.

    After that, Ryder McKay, Jamie’s team leader, had looked pretty closely at the Pebble Creek police department. The rest of them came up squeaky clean. A shame, really. Jamie definitely felt like his world would be safer with Brianna Tridle locked away somewhere far from him.

    She was too chirpy by half.

    He didn’t like chirpy.

    But if she wasn’t a suspect, she could be an ally—if he played his cards right. Although poker wasn’t the first thing to spring to mind when he thought about playing with her. He could no longer feel the air-conditioning. In fact, it seemed the AC might have broken since he’d come in. The place felt warm suddenly. Hot, even.

    He loosened the neck of his shirt. “Fine. Five minutes.”

    He held the door for her, regretting it as she flashed another gut punch of a smile. She better not read anything into that basic courtesy. He’d been raised right, that was all. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t falling for her charms, no way, he thought as she walked in front of him, hips swinging.

    The gentle sway held him mesmerized for a minute. Then he blinked hard as he finally focused on one specific spot. Was that a small firearm tucked under her waistband, covered by her shirt? Hard to tell with his eyes trying to slide lower.

    He looked more carefully. Damn if the slight bulge wasn’t a weapon. She’d been armed the entire time and he’d never noticed. He was seriously losing it.

    He drew in a slow breath as they walked into the station. On second thought, forget developing her as an asset. Working with her would probably be more trouble than it was worth.

    He was going to tell Brianna Tridle where, when and exactly how he’d come into possession of the stupid twenty-dollar bill in question. Then he was walking out and not looking back. If he had even a smidgen of luck coming to him, he’d never see her again.

    “I really appreciate this.” Bree measured up the cowboy with the bad attitude.

    Not a real Texas cowboy, actually. He was missing the Texas twang, his general accent making it difficult to pin down from where he hailed. And he wore combat boots with his jeans. It threw off his cowboy swagger. He had shadows all around him, his aura a mixture of dangerous and sexy. He was hot enough to give women heart palpitations on his worst day.

    Not that that sort of thing affected her. She was a seasoned law enforcement officer. “And your name is?”

    “Jamie Cassidy.” He didn’t offer his hand, or even a hint of a smile as he scanned the station.

    She’d bet good money he didn’t miss many details.

    Fine. She was proud of the place, clean and organized. The dozen people working there were the finest in South Texas. She would trust each and every one of them to have her back.

    While he examined her station, she examined him.

    He stood tall, well built, his dirty-blond hair slightly mussed as he took his hat off. When he ran his fingers through it in an impatient gesture, Bree’s own fingertips tingled.

    He had the face of a tortured angel, all angles and masculine beauty. His chocolate-brown eyes seemed permanently narrowed and displeased. Especially as he took in the metal detectors she’d had installed just last week.

    Lena, the rookie officer manning the scanner, held out a gray plastic tray for him.

    Bree offered a smile. “We just upped our security. If you could hand over anything metal in your pockets and walk through, I’d appreciate it.”

    She was in charge of the station until the new sheriff was elected. They’d had an incident recently with a drunk housewife who’d come in to file a complaint against her husband, then ended up shooting a full clip into the ceiling to make sure they believed her when she said she would shoot the bastard if he came into her new double-wide one more time with muddy boots.

    She’d been a bundle of booze and wild emotions—the very opposite of Jamie Cassidy, who seemed the epitome of cold and measured.

    He scowled as he dropped his cell phone, handful of change and car keys into the small plastic tray. “I’m going to set the alarm off.” He tapped his leg. “Prosthesis.”

    That was it, then, Bree thought as she watched him. The reason why his walk had been off a smidgen. “Not a problem, Lena,” she told the rookie, who was staring at him with dreamy eyes. “I’ll pat him down.”

    “No.” His face darkened as his gaze cut to hers.

    They did a long moment of the staring-each-other-down thing. Then his lips narrowed as he fished around in his shirt pocket and pulled out a CBP badge.

    Customs and Border Protection. And the plot thickens. She tilted her head as she considered him. Why not show the badge sooner?

    Maybe it was a fake. She’d worked pretty closely with CBP for the past couple of years. She’d never seen him before. If she had, she would have definitely remembered him.

    She widened her smile. Defusing tension in a bad situation always worked better than escalating it. “I need to check you just the same. New procedure. Sorry.”

    For a second he looked like he might refuse and simply walk away from her. She kept her hand near her firearm at her back, ready to stop him. She preferred to do things the easy way, but she could do it the hard way if needed. Up to him.

    But then he seemed to change his mind and held out his arms to the side. She wondered if he knew that his smoldering look of resentment only made him look sexier.

    “It’ll only take a second.” She ran her fingers along his arms first, lightly. Plenty of muscle. If he did change his mind and began causing trouble, she would definitely need her service weapon.

    She moved her hands to his torso and found more impressive muscles there. She could feel the heat of his body through his shirt and went faster when her fingertips began to tingle again, a first for her during pat down. What on earth was wrong with her today? She tried to focus on what she was doing. Okay, no shoulder holster, no sidearm here.

    “Almost done.” She squatted as she moved down his legs, pausing at the sharp transition where the living flesh gave way to rigid metal. Bothof his legs were missing. Her gaze flew up to his.

    He looked back down at her with something close to hate—a proud man who didn’t like his weaknesses seen.

    “Enough.” He stepped back.

    But she stepped after him. “One more second.”

    Awareness tingled down her spine as she pulled up and reached around his waist, almost as if she were hugging him. And there, tucked behind his belt, she found a small, concealed weapon.

    She removed the firearm carefully, pointing it down, making sure her fingers didn’t come near the trigger. “When were you going to tell me about this?” She checked the safety. On. Okay.

     

    Side Note this book also contains the below book:

     

    Last Spy Standing by Dana Marton

    Publication date: Jan 1, 2011

    <div style=”font-size:11px”>Publication date: 05/01/2013</div> This is the First book in the HQ: Texas SeriesPublished by Harlequin
    Pages: 224

    Back of the Book

     

    Black ops specialist Mitch Mendoza had thought this South American rescue mission would be routine. But the jungle held unexpected dangers: deadly snakes, armed drug runners and Megan Cassidy. The undercover CIA agent had legs for miles and a hidden agenda–one that interfered with Mitch’s plans. So though he was a lone wolf, he had to keep her close, or risk letting his mission fail. After years of working alone, Mitch found himself distracted by Megan’s steely resolve and her soft curves. And he couldn’t afford that. Not if he wanted this assignment to be a success…and get both of them out of the jungle alive.

     

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    [Blog Tour – Friends] Take Chances by K.C. Sprayberry

    Good Morning! My name is KC Sprayberry. Renee of Renee Entress’s Blog has let me hijack her blog today. The purpose is to tease all of her very dedicated readers with information about my soon-to-be-released YA coming of age novel, Take Chances.
     
     
    Friends
     

    Julie Bond, the main character in Take Chances, has had what most teens think they want. She grew up in Europe, and spent her childhood discovering the many mysteries over there. She also moved every two to four years, never once finishing a school she started. Her nomadic life gave her many fabulous experiences, and one horrific nightmare – a nightmare she believes with all her heart that she will never face again.

    Friends to teens are their life-blood. Teens by definition love to go everywhere in packs. They are not loners, and yet Julie at times feels like a loner, even though she’s usually surrounded by the comfortable group from her neighborhood that share her ideals and dreams.

    It’s rare to see a teen alone, unless they want to be that way.

    For Julie, her life in Europe gave her insight as to the shaky ground upon which her parents’ marriage is based. A tragic event in kindergarten keeps her from getting close to many people, and she only has one close friend from that time, one other teenage girl who shares some of Julie’s issues with their parents.

    Once she is in a small northwest Georgia town, once Julie knows she will never move again unless it’s her choice, she gathers a diverse group around her. All of them have their secrets, all of them have long term plans they have shared with each other, as much as their fragile egos allow them to share.

    The first person Julie meets is Hugh Townsend. He’s living in an abusive situation, where his stepfather is more interested in his fishing, truck, beer, and perceived attraction to women. Hugh stands by silently as his mother suffers physical attacks. He and his younger sister are victims of verbal bullying by this man, which often leaves them quivering masses of uncertainty. Julie does her best to help Hugh, but her own issues keep her from going as far as she knows she can.


    Heather Billings lives next door to Julie. Her dad is, according to Heather, “a total loss!” Her mom left after discovering her dad having sex with Julie’s mom. Neither girl blames the other, they both know their WWEs best. To them WWE doesn’t stand for World Wrestling Entertainment, but Wicked Witch of the East and Wicked Warlock of the East.


     
     

    Lukas Miller, the hero quarterback who made the winning touchdown at the regional championships, is Julie’s “boyfriend” for their four years of high school. She helps him keep a secret from everyone else, including their friends, but then he decides to come out of the closet, and she’s afraid his doing that will cause everyone to hate him. She has good reason to believe this – small southern towns aren’t known for their acceptance of anyone embracing the homosexual lifestyle.

    Tom Maxton – what can we say about Tom that others haven’t? He’s the class clown, a guy always willing to play a prank whenever anyone crosses his radar. His most memorable pranks are those he sets up to show Landry that Lacey Westerly-Bond and Charles Billings are much closer friends than they let anyone know about. Of course, Tom’s not all about pranks. He’s a loyal friend, a young man ready and willing to do whatever it takes to protect those he cares about, and he doesn’t care about the consequences.

    Lydie Tanlyn came into Julie’s life during the time she was in Italy, but they’re separated for most of Take Chances. That doesn’t stop these two close buddies from keeping up their friendship, and having a reunion after the impossible happens a second time.

    Julie remains in a relationship with Lukas, even though she feels as if she’s not getting what she should out of it. She remains silent about the missing member of their group, Michael Taylor, even though he’s the hot guy of her dreams. What Julie is doing for Lukas is protecting him, keeping a promise, so even though Michael returns the day before tragedy strikes, Julie denies the attraction she feels for him, refuses to acknowledge his caring feelings, because to her keeping a promise is more important than anything else.



    Blurb:


    Julie Bond grew up in Europe as a military brat. She found her very first permanent home in Landry, GA as a teen going into high school. Almost four years later, she’s having pre-graduation jitters and flashing back to an incident of school violence she experienced in Europe. She attempts to convince herself that it can never happen again, but continually finds herself flashing back to that day no matter how hard she tries.


    The people around her present any number of problems for Julie, and she’s hard put to keep from drowning under all the issues. Then Michael–a cool guy she’s had a crush on for the last three years—returns from traveling the US as a photographer, and Julie now has one more thing to distract her as she prepares to leave high school. One thing she firmly believes in: no one will ever invade her classroom with violence again.

    Once again, the impossible happens. Once again, she’s in a classroom with a madman holding a gun. Once again, she must survive.

     


    Teaser Excerpt:


    Two years ago, our crew numbered six, but he left town after graduating. Still, hearing his name turns me into a pathetic, stuttering idiot, but I hide the crush I have on him. Long before I got to know him, I made a promise. Anyone who really knows me also knows I keep my promises.

    What is that promise? I’ll keep that secret no matter what.



     


    Bio:


     

    KC Sprayberry started writing young, with a diary followed by an interest in English. Her first experience with publication came when she placed third in a Freedoms Foundation at Valley Forge contest while in the Air Force, but her dedication to writing came after she had her youngest child, now a in his senior year of high school.
    Her family lives in Northwest Georgia where she spends her days creating stories about life in the south, and far beyond. More than a dozen of her short stories have appeared in several magazines. Five anthologies feature other short stories, and her young adult novel Softly Say Goodbye, released in 2012. During 2013, more young adult stories have been released: The Ghost Catcher, Who Am I?, Family Curse … Times Two, and Amazon Best Seller, Canoples Investigations Tackles Space Pirates.


     

    You can find her on the web here:

     

    Stick around for the full tour. Why? On September 26 through September 29, 2013, you can pick up my other YA coming of age books, Softly Say Goodbye and Who Am I? free on Amazon:



     

    Thank you Renee of Renee Entress’s Blog for hosting me today. Tomorrow you find the next Teaser Tour on Mary Ann Cortez The Write Place.

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    [Review] Yuletide Baby Surprise by Catherine Mann

    Yuletide Baby Surprise  by Catherine Mann

    Publication date: October 1, 2013
    Publisher: Harlequin Desire

    <div style=”font-size:11px”>Publication date: 05/01/2013</div>Series: Billionaire and Babies
    Series: The Alpha Brotherhood # 4
    Pages: 185

    Back of the book

     
    In this Billionaires & Babies novel, USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Mann gives new meaning to the words “Merry Christmas, Baby”

    ‘Tis the season to be jolly? It isn’t for Dr. Rowan Boothe when a princess on the run from the photo-hungry press invades his hotel room. He and Mariama Mandara had their professional clashes in the past, and Rowan has no desire to become involved in her latest predicament—until they discover an abandoned baby. Now he needs Mari’s help and soon discovers she’s no pampered royal but a desirable woman. Yet how long can their Christmas escape really last?
     



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    My Review: 

    4.5 Star Review – Yuletide Baby Surprise (Billionaires and Babies | The Alpha Brotherhood # 4 series)

    I recommend this book.

    I enjoyed this book by Catherine.  This book includes passion, laughs, heartache, and an abandoned baby.

    If you have not read the below I would recommend reading those books first from “The Alpha Brotherhood” series.

    An Inconvenient Affair

    All or Nothing

    Playing for Keeps


    Princess Dr. Mariama “Mari” Mandara is on the run from royal fans.  She needs to find a way to escape the fans and fast.  That is when she comes across a room service tray.  She decides to pretend to deliver the tray to the assigned room.

    Dr. Rowan Boothe is in town for a conference and is awaiting his evening meal.  When his meal arrives he realizes that the delivery person is non-other than his professional nemesis Dr. Mandara. 

    Under the room service cart they find an abandoned baby.  As Rowan has wanted Mari for a while he decides to keep her close any way he can.  His plan is they will take care of the baby together so she is not in the system and sent to a group home.  In order to care for the baby Mari should share his suite and they should take care of the baby as a couple.

    Now they must learn to get along with each other without becoming attached to the baby.  As they try to track down the mother with the help of resources from friends and the Royal fans they learn more about each other and develop feelings for each other.    

    Will they be able to set aside their work differences to come together and take care of this baby?  What is going to happen when the mother is found?  Where will that leave them?

    The chemistry between these two is awesome.  Love both the characters was a little mad about how the baby situation ended up.  Rowan and Mari really draw you into the story. 


     
    Look forward to the next book in this series.


    For the Sake of Their SonDue out in January 2014

    A few of my favorite parts:

     “Ah, you said ‘if.'” He flicked a loose strand of hair over her shoulder, just barely skimming his knuckles across her skin. “Princess, that means we’re already halfway to naked.”


    “If you were a good friend you would let me continue with my denial.”


    “Crush? Good God, man. I’m not in junior high.”


    She dug her fingers into his amazing tush. “Could you quit being so damn admirable? I’m very clearly propositioning you. I am an adult, a very smart adult, totally sober, and completely turned on by you. If’s that not clear enough for you, then how about this? Take me to bed or to the couch, but take me now.”

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    USA Today bestseller Catherine Mann resides on a sunny Florida beach with her military flyboy husband and their four children. Although after nine moves in twenty years, she hasn’t given away her winter gear! Now a RITA Award winner, Catherine writes action-packed military suspense for Berkley and Sourcebooks, and steamy romances for Harlequin Desire. With over two million books in print in more than twenty countries, she has also celebrated five RITA finals, three Maggie Award of Excellence finals and a Bookseller’s Best win. A former theater school director and university teacher, she holds a Master’s degree in Theater from UNC-Greensboro and a Bachelor’s degree in Fine Arts (with minors in both English and Education) from the College of Charleston. Catherine enjoys hearing from readers and chatting on her message board – thanks to the wonders of the wireless internet that allows her to cyber-network with her laptop by the water! Catherine and her family are also active volunteers in animal rescue, having fostered more than fifty puppies and special needs dogs for their local shelter. FMI on the latest news, upcoming releases and contests, check out her facebook page.

     

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    Dr. Mariama Mandara had always been the last picked for a team in gym class. With good reason. Athletics? Not her thing. But when it came to spelling bees, debate squads and math competitions, she’d racked up requests by the dozens.

    Too bad her academic skills couldn’t help her sprint faster down the posh hotel corridor.

    More than ever, she needed speed to escape the royal watchers tracking her at the Cape Verde beachside resort off the coast of West Africa, which was like a North Atlantic Hawaii, a horseshoe grouping of ten islands. They were staying on the largest island, Santiago.

    No matter where she hid, determined legions were all too eager for a photo with a princess. Why couldn’t they accept she was here for a business conference, not socializing?

    Panting, Mari braced a hand against the wall as she stumbled past a potted areca silk palm strung with twinkling Christmas lights. Evading relentless pursuers wasn’t as easy as it appeared in the movies, especially if you weren’t inclined to blow things up or leap from windows. The nearest stairwell door was blocked by two tourists poring over some sightseeing pamphlet. A cleaning cart blocked another escape route. She could only keep moving forward.

    Regaining her balance, she power-walked, since running would draw even more attention or send her tripping over her own feet. Her low-heeled pumps thud-thud-thudded along the plush carpet in time with a poly-rhythmic version of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” wafting from the sound system. She just wanted to finish this medical conference and return to her research lab, where she could ride out the holiday madness in peace, crunching data rather than candy canes.
     
    For most people, Christmas meant love, joy and family. But for her, the “season to be jolly” brought epic family battles even twenty years after her parents’ divorce. If her mom and dad had lived next door to each other—or even on the same continent—the holidays would not have been so painful. But they’d played transcontinental tug-of-war over their only child for decades. Growing up, she’d spent more time in the Atlanta airport and on planes with her nanny than actually celebrating by a fireside with cocoa. She’d even spent one Christmas in a hotel, her connecting flight canceled for snow.

    The occasional cart in the hall now reminded her of that year’s room-service Christmas meal. Call her crazy, but once she had gained more control over her world, she preferred a simpler Christmas.

    Although simple wasn’t always possible for someone born into royalty. Her mother had crumbled under the pressure of the constant spotlight, divorced her Prince Charming in Western Africa and returned to her Atlanta, Georgia, home. Mari, however, couldn’t divorce herself from her heritage.

    If only her father and his subjects understood she could best serve their small region through her research at the university lab using her clinical brain, rather than smiling endlessly through the status quo of ribbon-cutting ceremonies. She craved her comfy, shapeless clothes, instead of worrying about keeping herself neat as a pin for photo ops.

    Finally, she spotted an unguarded stairwell. Peering inside, she found it empty but for the echo of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” segueing into “Away in a Manger.” She just needed to make it from the ground level to her fifth-floor room, where she could hole up for the night before facing the rest of the week’s symposiums. Exhausted from a fourteen-hour day of presentations about her research on antiviral medications, she was a rumpled mess and just didn’t have it in her to smile pretty for the camera or field questions that would be captured on video phone. Especially since anything she said could gain a life of its own on the internet in seconds these days.

    She grasped the rail and all but hauled herself up step after step. Urgency pumped her pulse in her ears. Gasping, she paused for a second at the third floor to catch her breath before trudging up the last flights. Shoving through the fifth-floor door, she almost slammed into a mother and teenage daughter leaving their room. The teen did a double take and Mari turned away quickly, adrenaline surging through her exhaustion and powering her down the hall. Except now she was going in the opposite direction, damn it.

    Simply strolling back into the hall wasn’t an option until she could be sure the path was clear. But she couldn’t simply stand here indefinitely, either. If only she had a disguise, something to throw people off the scent. Head tucked down, she searched the hall through her eyelashes, taking in a brass luggage rack and monstrously big pots of African feather grass.

    Her gaze landed on the perfect answer—a room-service cart. Apparently abandoned. She scanned for anyone in a hotel uniform, but saw only the retreating back of a woman walking away quickly, a cell phone pressed to her ear. Mari chewed her lip for half a second then sprinted forward and stopped just short of the cloth-draped trolley.

    She peeked under the silver tray. The mouth-watering scent of saffron-braised karoo lamb made her stomach rumble. And the tiramisu particularly tempted her to find the nearest closet and feast after a long day of talking without a break for more than coffee and water. She shook off indulgent thoughts. The sooner she worked her way back to her room, the sooner she could end this crazy day with a hot shower, her own tray of food and a soft bed.

    Delivering the room-service cart now offered her best means of disguise. A hotel jacket was even draped over the handle and a slip of paper clearly listed Suite 5A as the recipient.

    The sound of the elevator doors opening spurred her into action.

    Mari shrugged the voluminous forest-green jacket over her rumpled black suit. A red Father Christmas hat slipped from underneath the hotel uniform. All the better for extra camouflaging. She yanked on the hat over her upswept hair and started pushing the heavily laden cart toward the suite at the end of the hall, just as voices swelled behind her.

    “Do you see her?” a female teen asked in Portuguese, her squeaky tones drifting down the corridor. “I thought you said she ran up the stairs to the fifth floor.”

    “Are you sure it wasn’t the fourth?” another high-pitched girl answered.

    “I’m certain,” a third voice snapped. “Get your phone ready. We can sell these for a fortune.”

    Not a chance.

    Mari shoved the cart. China rattled and the wheels creaked. Damn, this thing was heavier than it looked. She dug her heels in deeper and pushed harder. Step by step, past carved masks and a pottery elephant planter, she walked closer to suite 5A.

    The conspiring trio drew closer. “Maybe we can ask that lady with the cart if she’s seen her…”

    Apprehension lifted the hair on the back of Mari’s neck. The photos would be all the more mortifying if they caught her in this disguise. She needed to get inside suite 5A. Now. The numbered brass plaque told her she was at the right place.

    Mari jabbed the buzzer, twice, fast.

    “Room service,” she called, keeping her head low.
     
    Seconds ticked by. The risk of stepping inside and hiding her identity from one person seemed far less daunting than hanging out here with the determined group and heaven only knew who else.
     
    Just when she started to panic that time would run out, the door opened, thank God. She rushed past, her arms straining at the weight of the cart and her nose catching a whiff of manly soap. Her favorite scent—clean and crisp rather than cloying and obvious. Her feet tangled for a second.
     
    Tripping over her own feet as she shoved the cart was far from dignified. But she’d always been too gangly to be a glamour girl. She was more of a cerebral type, a proud nerd, much to the frustration of her family’s press secretary, who expected her to present herself in a more dignified manner.
     
    Still, even in her rush to get inside, curiosity nipped at her. What type of man would choose such a simple smell while staying in such opulence? But she didn’t dare risk a peek at him.
     
    She eyed the suite for other occupants, even though the room-service cart only held one meal. One very weighty meal. She shoved the rattling cart past a teak lion. The room appeared empty, the lighting low. Fat leather sofas and a thick wooden table filled the main space. Floor-to-ceiling shutters had been slid aside to reveal the moonlit beach outside a panoramic window. Lights from stars and yachts dotted the horizon. Palms and fruit trees with lanterns illuminated the shore. On a distant islet, a stone church perched on a hill.
     
    She cleared her throat and started toward the table by the window. “I’ll set everything up on the table for you.”
     
    “Thanks,” rumbled a hauntingly familiar voice that froze her in her tracks. “But you can just leave it there by the fireplace.”
     
    Her brain needed less than a second to identify those deep bass tones. Ice trickled down her spine as if snow had hit her African Christmas after all.
     
    She didn’t have to turn around to confirm that fate was having a big laugh at her expense. She’d run from an irritation straight into a major frustration. Out of all the hotel suites she could have entered, somehow she’d landed in the room of Dr. Rowan Boothe. Her professional nemesis.
     
    A physician whose inventions she’d all but ridiculed in public.
     
    What the hell was he doing here? She’d reviewed the entire program of speakers and she could have sworn he wasn’t listed on the docket until the end of the week.
     
    The door clicked shut behind her. The tread of his footsteps closed in, steady, deliberate, bringing the scent of him drifting her way. She kept her face down, studying his loafers and the well-washed hem of his faded jeans.
     
    She held on to the hope that he wouldn’t recognize her. “I’ll leave your meal right here then,” she said softly. “Have a nice evening.”

    His tall, solid body blocked her path. God, she was caught between a rock and a hard place. Her eyes skated to his chest.

    A very hard, muscle-bound place encased in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and the tail untucked. She remembered well every muscular—annoying—inch of him.
     
    She just prayed he wouldn’t recognize her from their last encounter five months ago at a conference in London. Already the heat of embarrassment flamed over her.
     
    Even with her face averted, she didn’t need to look further to refresh her memory of that too handsome face of his. Weathered by the sun, his Brad Pitt-level good looks only increased. His sandy blond hair would have been too shaggy for any other medical professional to carry off. But somehow he simply appeared too immersed in philanthropic deeds to be bothered with anything as mundane as a trip to the barber.
     
    The world thought he was Dr. Hot Perfection but she simply couldn’t condone the way he circumvented rules.
     
    “Ma’am,” he said, ducking his head as if to catch her attention, “is there a problem?”
     
    Just keep calm. There was no way for him to identify her from the back. She would rather brave a few pictures in the press than face this man while she wore a flipping Santa Claus hat.
     
    A broad hand slid into view with cash folded over into a tip. “Merry Christmas.”
     
    If she didn’t take the money, that would appear suspicious. She pinched the edge of the folded bills, doing her best to avoid touching him. She plucked the cash free and made a mental note to donate the tip to charity. “Thank you for your generosity.”
     
    “You’re very welcome.” His smooth bass was too appealing coming from such an obnoxiously perfect man.
     
    Exhaling hard, she angled past him. Almost home free. Her hand closed around the cool brass door handle.
     
    “Dr. Mandara, are you really going so soon?” he asked with unmistakable sarcasm. He’d recognized her. Damn. He was probably smirking, too, the bastard.
     
    He took a step closer, the heat of his breath caressing her cheek. “And here I thought you’d gone to all this trouble to sneak into my room so you could seduce me.”
     
    Dr. Rowan Boothe waited for his words to sink in, the possibility of sparring with the sexy princess/ research scientist already pumping excitement through his veins. He didn’t know what it was about Mariama Mandara that turned him inside out, but he’d given up analyzing the why of it long ago. His attraction to Mari was simply a fact of life now.
     
    Her disdain for him was an equally undeniable fact, and to be honest, it was quite possibly part of her allure.
     
    He grew weary with the whole notion of the world painting him as some kind of saint just because he’d rejected the offer of a lucrative practice in North Carolina and opened a clinic in Africa. These days, he had money to burn after his invention of a computerized medical diagnostics program—a program Mari missed no opportunity to dismiss as faux, shortcut medicine. Funding the clinic hadn’t even put a dent in his portfolio so he didn’t see it as worthy of hoopla. Real philanthropy involved sacrifice. And he wasn’t particularly adept at denying himself things he wanted.
     
    Right now, he wanted Mari.
     
    Although from the look of horror on her face, his half-joking come-on line hadn’t struck gold.
     
    She opened and closed her mouth twice, for once at a loss for words. Fine by him. He was cool with just soaking up the sight of her. He leaned back against the wet bar, taking in her long, elegant lines. Others might miss the fine-boned grace beneath the bulky clothes she wore, but he’d studied her often enough to catch the brush of every subtle curve. He could almost feel her, ached to peel her clothes away and taste every inch of her cafe-au-lait skin.
     
    Some of the heat must have shown on his face because she snapped out of her shock. “You have got to be joking. You can’t honestly believe I would ever make a move on you, much less one so incredibly blatant.”
     
    Damn, but her indignation was so sexy and yeah, even cute with the incongruity of that Santa hat perched on her head. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning.
     
    She stomped her foot. “Don’t you dare laugh at me.”
     
    He tapped his head lightly. “Nice hat.”
     
    Growling, she flung aside the hat and shrugged out of the hotel jacket. “Believe me, if I’d known you were in here, I wouldn’t have chosen this room to hide out.”
     
    “Hide out?” he said absently, half following her words.

    As she pulled her arms free of the jacket to review a rumpled black suit, the tug of her white business shirt against her breasts sent an unwelcome surge of arousal through him. He’d been fighting a damned inconvenient arousal around this woman for more than two years, ever since she’d stepped behind a podium in front of an auditorium full of people and proceeded to shoot holes in his work. She thought his computerized diagnostics tool was too simplistic. She’d accused him of taking the human element out of medicine. His jaw flexed, any urge to smile fading.

    If anyone was too impersonal, it was her. And, God, how he ached to rattle her composure, to see her tawny eyes go sleepy with all-consuming passion.
     
    Crap.
     
    He was five seconds away from an obvious erection. He reined himself in and faced the problem at hand—the woman—as a more likely reason for her arrival smoked through his brain. “Is this some sort of professional espionage?”
     
    “What in the hell are you talking about?” She fidgeted with the loose waistband on her tweedy skirt.

    Who would have thought tweed would turn him inside out? Yet he found himself fantasizing about pulling those practical clunky shoes off her feet. He would kiss his way up under her skirt, discover the silken inside of her calf… 
     

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    [Review] Hot Mess by Lynn Raye Harris

    Hot Mess by Lynn Raye Harris

    Release date: Sept 30, 2013

    <div style=”font-size:11px”>Publication date: 05/01/2013</div>Series – Hostile Operations Team , #1.5

     


    Overview: 

    English professor Dr. Georgeanne Hayes has a problem. Her star pupil, an Army sergeant who works in a Top Secret government program, is missing—and someone tried to push her in front of a train last night.

    Sam “Knight Rider” McKnight is used to looking out for Georgie. When they were kids, she was just his best friend’s baby sister. But Georgie’s not a baby anymore and Sam is getting some very male—and very dirty—thoughts about the girl he knows he can never have.
    When someone threatens Georgie’s life again, Sam will do anything necessary to keep her safe. Even if it means spending the next few days locked up in a remote house on Maryland’s Eastern Shore with her.

    Sam might be used to denying himself what he wants, but he’s about to find out that being cooped up with Georgie will push him to the limit. And maybe beyond.



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    My Review: 
    4.7 Star Review – Hot Mess – Hostile Operations Team #1.5

    I highly recommend this book.



    I enjoyed this book by Lynn Raye Harris.  Look forward to the next book in this series.  Lynn managed to stuff heartache, a missing person, murder, and hot sexy passion all in the same book!!     

    On a side note the cover is drool worthy.

    If you have not read the below I would recommend reading this book first from “Hostile Operations” series.

    Hot Pursuit
     

    H.O.T Team member Sam “Knight Rider” McKnight was sent to check on his best friend’s sister Georgeanne Hayes. Little does her bother know but Sam has lusted after Georgie (or “G” as he calls her) for years but he knows that he is not good enough for her. He has been avoiding her for years for that same reason.     

    When she asked him a favor to look for a missing person she fears something happened to he cannot deny her request. In researching the missing person he finds out that Georgie herself is in danger. Now he must protect her from the unknown with the help of the rest of the H.O.T. team.

    Georgie has wanted Sam since she was fourteen years old. Being with him day after day as her is her protector brings back all the feelings from when she was younger. She wants Sam and she will have him. As time goes on she knows she loves him but he is pushing her away at every opportunity. Can she get him to realize he needs her as much as she needs him? Or will he leave after this protection detail is over and not look back?



    I love that you can really feel the chemistry between these two in this story.   Lynn really let you feel the push and pull between the two no matter if they were talking or having sex.  At one point I really wanted Georgie to smack Sam… but she didn’t. Loved that Georgie came right out and told Sam what she expected from him.  If she could have just gotten him to listen a little sooner she would have had less heartbreak.  Loved the tattoos on Sam some guys can pull them off some not so much.  All in all a really great read!

    Look forward to the next book in this series.

    Coming Soon
     

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     About Lynn:

    Lynn Raye Harris read her first Harlequin Mills & Boon romance when her grandmother carted home a box from a yard sale. She didn’t know she wanted to be a writer then, but she definitely knew she wanted to marry a sheikh or a prince and live the glamorous life she read about in the pages. Instead, she married a military man and moved around the world. She’s been inside the Kremlin, hiked up a Korean mountain, floated on a gondola in Venice and stood inside volcanoes at opposite ends of the world.

    These days Lynn lives in Alabama with her handsome husband and two crazy cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to read, shop for antiques, cook gourmet meals and try new wines. She is also an avowed shoeaholic and thinks there’s nothing better than a new pair of high heels.

    Lynn was a finalist in the 2008 Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® contest, and she is the winner of the Harlequin Presents Instant Seduction contest. She loves a hot hero, a heroine with attitude and a happy ending. Writing passionate stories for Harlequin is a dream come true.

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    The car ride was silent. Or would have been if not for the incessant meowing of Georgie’s cat.

    “You know something, Sam?” Georgie said, and he started at the sound of her voice breaking into his thoughts when the cat had almost become white noise to him.

    He shot her a glance. “What?”

    “Maybe I don’t want you to be good. Maybe I want you to be as bad as you can be.”
    Sam gripped the wheel of his truck and stared straight ahead. Jesus. “Don’t say shit like that to me, Georgie. You know I’m not going there.”

    She snorted. “Boy, do I.”

    “Georgie—”

    “No, don’t you Georgie me. When you stopped that night…” He could feel her looking at him, her eyes boring an angry hole into him. He told himself she was reacting to everything that had happened to her today and taking it out on him. This wasn’t really about something that had happened twelve years ago. It was just a convenient catalyst.

    “When you stopped that night, I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought I wasn’t sexy enough or special enough for you. And that hurt.”

    “Of course you were,” he bit out. “But you’re Rick’s little sister and I was the wrong guy for a lot of reasons. I stopped because you were special.”

    “You were the one I wanted.”

    He swallowed hard. “I couldn’t do it, Georgie. I couldn’t do it and look Rick in the eye ever again. Or your parents.”

    She didn’t say anything for a long moment. “You know who was my first?”

    “Goddamn it, I don’t want to know.” His voice snapped in the interior of the car. Even the cat went silent. Sam closed his eyes. He did not lose his temper. Not ever. But she made him forget all the vows he’d ever sworn to himself.

    Georgie folded her arms over her chest. “Fine. But you know what you need to remember right now? Here it is, so put it front and center in that brain of yours and keep it there. I’m not your sister, and I’m not a kid anymore.”

    Sam sat there in stony silence, uncertain what in the hell he could possibly say. No, she wasn’t his sister. But it was safer for him if he thought of her that way. He wanted to keep her in a safe place in his head, but in the space of a conversation she’d gone and thrown her grappling hook over the walls he’d erected and torn them right down.

    She thought he had trouble remembering she wasn’t his little sister. No, what he had trouble remembering was that he was no good for her. Because damn if he didn’t want her. He wanted her every possible way he could have her.
     

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