Protecting Fate by Katee Roberts

March 20, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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When Sara Reaver finds herself in dangerous trouble, Mercenary Z Loreto, the one man she cannot resist is tasked with protecting her in, PROTECTING FATE.   Fans of Tessa Bailey’s Driven by Fate or Maya Banks’ Sweet Seduction, will enjoy the sexy and suspenseful addition to the Serve series by NYT Bestselling Author Katee Robert.

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PROTECTING FATE

He’ll keep her safe…but who will protect her from him?

Fixer Sara Reaver is in serious trouble. She’s stepped on the wrong toes, and now her uncle is sending her out of the city in an effort to keep her safe—and he’s assigning her a glorified babysitter. The last person she expects to show up is the gorgeous Z, or for him to tempt her and then reject her in the space of a single night. Twice. Now she’s out to prove to him just how good they’d fit up together in every way imaginable.

Mercenary Z Loreto hates protection jobs, but he’s willing to make an exception for his best friend’s little sister. The only problem is she calls up things he’s been doing his damnedest to keep under wraps for the last seven years. But when she pushes him too far, it all comes rushing to the fore, and the fact she’s willing to submit to his every desire only makes the loss of control sweeter.

Sara and Z have a boatload of issues between them, but they’re sure they can make things work if they take it one day at a time… Right up until things spiral beyond their control. Now Z’s playing for keeps in a big way, and Sara’s got to decide if a chance at true happiness is worth the risk of repeating history.

See where it all began with Tessa Bailey’s Owned by Fate and Katee’s most recent installment, Betting on Fate.

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About Katee Robert

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Google + | GoodReads | Instagram | Tumblr | Youtube

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Author Pippa Jay

March 20, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?Hello! Well, right now I’m working on a scifi romance to release in May, two short stories for two separate anthologies (one an alien romance, the other an angel story), a superhero romance and two YA dystopian shorts. *takes a deep breath* and that’s only the main projects.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer? I’ve always been writing for as long as I can remember. But the moment I decided I wanted to be published? Yeah, I remember that. End of September, 2009 when I finished the first draft of a 100K scifi romance.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day? Not advice exactly. My dad told me I couldn’t write when I was eighteen. Well, being of a rather stubborn nature, I decided to prove him wrong.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you? All the heroes in my book are my idea of perfect, though all are generally far from being so. I prefer beta to alpha, although I wouldn’t describe Zander in Tethered as beta especially. They are strong, quiet, but dedicated to their cause and/or to their soulmates. Most are often wounded in some way, be it physically, mentally or emotionally – sometimes all three. They would lay their heart and life on the line for their partner, but they are also wise enough to stand aside if the heroine wants to do it herself. They believe in partnerships, not in domination.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections? I love to dance for fitness, love to sew (especially cosplay), and I’m a huge scifi fan. I have a few collectables like a teleport bracelet from the cult TV series Blake’s Seven, a SFX Lightsaber, a couple of original Star Wars space craft, and a picture of me with Sylvester McCoy (the 7th Doctor) taken at a signing when I was just eighteen. I’ve also just spent three months converting a fairly standard doll into one of the characters from my book, and I’m rather proud of the result.

What has been your biggest adventure to date? Aside from becoming an author? Lol. My husband and I took a trip to Taiwan in 2000 after a friend went out there to work. It was a huge culture shock, but also incredibly exciting.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why? I want to go to Louisiana. I set a book there and did a ton of research and pestered friends I knew lived there to get the details right. Would love to see it for real.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes? I will try most things, unless it’s raw and/or has tentacles. I just can’t bear the thought of putting tentacles in my mouth, even if cooked.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”? To be able to curl up on the sofa with my husband without the kids, and maybe watch a film together. Quiet time together, just to cuddle even is just so precious.

What is your favorite comfort food? Pasta in a tomato and cheese sauce – the more cheese, the better.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it? I love autumn. It’s not as hot as summer, but comfortably warm with enough hours of daylight to go out in the evening but that doesn’t wake you at stupid o’clock for sunrise. I love the colours, all the reds, browns, and golds. People start burning fires indoors of an evening, or you get more bonfires outside, and I love that smell of burning wood.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without? My smartphone. OMG. I love my phone, and it pretty much does everything for me work and social media wise. It’s my contacts list, appointment diary, notepad, and social media mainstay. I do most of my internet stuff on it, use it for email and Twitter more than my computer, and I’ve even written a 17K novella on it while away on holiday.

What project are you working on next? I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo next month to write part two of a YA dystopian romance, the first part of which is releasing in April.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next? I’ll be touring in a month’s time with part one of my YA dystopian Zombie Girl: Dead Awakened, and next month I’m taking part in a huge science fiction romance blog hop based at the SFR Station http://sfrstation.com

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Blurb:

She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war? For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless. For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way. Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?

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Bookstrand – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tethered-1562948-343.html

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Pippa Jay

Bio:

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

 Website – http://www.pippajay.co.uk

Blogs –

Adventures in Scifi – http://www.pippajay.blogspot.co.uk

Spacefreighters Lounge – http://www.spacefreighters.blogspot.com

Romancing the Genres – http://www.romancingthegenres.blogspot.co.uk/

SFR Brigade – http://www.sfrcontests.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/pippajaygreen

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5054558.Pippa_Jay

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Pippa-Jay-Adventures-in-Scifi/114058821953752

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Amazon page – http://author.to/PippaJay

 

 

THE RISK by Skye Jordan

March 19, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Title: The Risk (Xtreme Heroes, Book 1)

Author: Skye Jordan

Release Date: March 16, 2015

Category: Hot Contemporary Romance

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From New York Times bestselling author Skye Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new series starring super-hot extreme athletes and their adventures.

 

The Risk, Book 1:

Former Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about pushing the limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream job—not to mention her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life. Rehabilitating the X Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she needs to secure the funds for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only kind of recovery her new client is interested in is under-the-covers freestyle—gear optional.

Daredevil snowboarder Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident might have him down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy therapist with the sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and trophies to collect, and taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style. A little dirty talk and a sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast and hard he likes to play. Too bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one wrong move could cost him more than just his career.

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Excerpt from The Risk by Skye Jordan

 

Julia couldn’t control the shaking—a combination of fear, rage, and raw adrenaline.

 

The driver stood outside the car, waiting to open the door for Noah, and she took the moment alone to breathe deep and focus her mind, the way she used to before a competition. It helped, but not nearly as much as she’d hoped. The tremors still rattled through her.

 

She couldn’t keep her mind drifting to the sick look in Phillips’s eyes when he had her pinned against that wall, and she was pissed, so damn pissed, she’d frozen when she should have slammed her knee into his balls. At the same time, his sheer size and strength made her second-guess her ability to ever make a dent in a man that big, let alone get away after she’d pissed him off.

 

Then she thought of Noah confronting him… Fear and fury battled in her heart. Her hands clenched; her muscles quivered with tension.

 

The door opened, and Noah slid in. His hair was falling out of its style, his face was flushed, his jaw tight. He turned toward her, his hands gripping her forearms. “Are you all right?”

 

“No, I’m not all right,” she blurted. “I’m pissed. I’m pissed as hell. We’ve gone through weeks of work to get your ankle stable. You go to the X Games in a week, Noah, a week. And you start a fight with Goliath? What in the hell is wrong with you?”

 

Just voicing the reality wound her tighter. But Noah hardly seemed ruffled as he pressed a button that lifted the privacy glass so the driver wouldn’t have to listen to them argue.

 

“This is your career, your livelihood, your life,” she said. “You could have reinjured yourself. You could have ruined all the work we’ve done. You could have seriously killed your career, for what? What were you thinking?”

 

He slouched against the seat at an angle, body loose, looking so goddamned sexy in that suit, his hair mussed, a confused expression carving that vertical line between his brows. “I was thinking that the fucker was abusing you. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to stand by and let him have his way until your head cleared enough to set him straight.”

 

“Just because I didn’t go in for the kill at the first sign of trouble doesn’t mean I wasn’t prepared to do it,” she lied. “I was fine, Noah.”

 

But she wasn’t fine, and they both knew it. She wasn’t even close to fine. The adrenaline was wearing off, her concern for his well-being fading now that she saw with her own two eyes that he was in one piece, free of pain, and the source of her shakes had transitioned from anger to fear. Fear of what would have happened if Noah hadn’t come into the hallway. Fear of who saw the exchange and what rumors that would bring. Fear of what sick game Phillips would play now.

 

“Dammit, Noah. All you did was piss him off even more. Now he’s going to think I’m not strong enough to stand up to him, which is only going to give him the green light to come after me with twice the vengeance. I should never have come to this stupid event. Fucking Drake. Every time I listen to him, my life goes into a tailspin.”

 

Her brain felt like a ball of strung-out Silly Putty, and her emotions bounced between anger and guilt and fear and shame…

 

Noah leaned toward her, sliding one arm behind her shoulders, the other beneath her knees, and drew her across the seat toward him.

 

“Stop it.” Julia pushed at his shoulder. “I don’t need a savior, dammit.” But all her squirming and struggling in the small space only succeeded in repositioning herself from sitting on his thighs to straddling his lap. “I’m fine.”

 

But his arms held her tight. “Maybe I’m not fine.” He slid his hands over her hips, up her sides, and cupped her face. His gaze was deep and dark and overflowing with emotions—anger, residual fear, lust. “Because seeing you with him scared the ever-loving shit out of me.”

 

He pulled her head down and fitted their lips together. Julia tried to pull back, but Noah slipped his hand behind her neck and held her there as he swept his tongue into her mouth. His other hand curved around her hips, tucking her tight against the hardening rod of heat behind his zipper.

 

His tongue swirled in hungry waves; lips suckled and sipped. Julia tasted lime and desperation and raw Noah. Heat gathered between her legs; pressure climbed. His arms were tight, his body warm, his mouth hungry. He was holding her, loving her, all without question or accusation. That combined with the adrenaline still pumping through her body set Julia on fire.

 

She leaned in, sinking her hands into his hair and scraping her nails along his scalp the way he loved. Then she pressed the front of her body to his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head to take more of his mouth. Noah groaned in approval, tightened his arms, and lifted his hips, rubbing his stiff cock against her heat.

 

But it wasn’t enough. Her body raged with sensation, and she needed more. She pulled out of the kiss and went for his belt, button, and zipper. She needed him inside her, filling her. Needed his arms around her. Needed the safety he offered. The unconditional acceptance. Need, need, need. She needed so much—and it all came from one source: Noah.

 

Noah grabbed her wrists before she reached skin. “I’m not doing another one-off with you, Julia. I want more. Need more. I care about you, goddammit.”

 

Lust made her mind float and fizz. “This is all we have. You said yourself, we live four hours apart—”

 

“Give me the rest of your time here. One hundred percent together every minute of the time we have left.”

 

Why? She had to swallow hard to keep the word from coming out. Sure it was only another week or so, but after what he’d learned about her tonight, she didn’t understand why he’d want more than casual sex without strings.

 

But one of his hands moved beneath her dress where it rode up on her thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the band of her panties and sliding over her ass. His hands were warm and strong, and Julia sighed with the sensation, until his fingers darted directly to her heat and stroked her opening, making her groan with an urgent hunger. Everything inside her ached with the craving she’d suppressed for weeks, but now she needed his comfort, his trust, his belief. She needed to feel him inside her, filling that empty space that lived at the center of her chest, the one she’d ignored for too long.

 

Leaning away, she reached for his boxers again.

 

Noah caught her wrists and held them tight while his open, hungry gaze drilled into hers. “Mine,” he said. “For the time you’re here.”

 

The thought both thrilled and terrified her. Everything in her mind said no. But her body, her heart, her soul screamed yes. Her brain urged her to make him promise he’d be discreet, but he hadn’t questioned her about Phillips, and he deserved the same unconditional belief.

 

She nodded her answer.

 

Something flickered in his eyes, something dark and sexy. His hands released hers to grip her face firmly, his gaze lowering to her mouth. “Say it.”

 

She drew a shaky breath. “I’m yours.”

 

He exhaled in a whoosh, as if he’d been holding it back, and he kissed her hard, his hunger loose and raging.

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About the Author

 Skye Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.

And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better.

Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.

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There are five excerpts on this tour – one for each day of the week so be sure to visit the other blogs to read a different excerpt from the book. The excerpts are not connected, so you can read them at any time. Some of the blogs will also be featuring reviews, too.

Monday, March 16, 2015 (Excerpt 1)

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015 (Excerpt 2)

Read Your Writes Book Reviews

Riverina Romantics

Eclectic Passions

Cricket’s Chirps

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So Many Reads

 Wednesday, March 18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)

I Love Books

A Closet Full of Books

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Joyfully Reviewed

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 Thursday, March 19, 2015 (Excerpt 4)

Romance Junkies

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 Friday, March 20, 2015 (Excerpt 5)

Recommended Romance

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KISS ME HELLO by Grace Burrowes

March 19, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

 

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  Kiss Me Hello by Grace Burrowes

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Release Date: March 3, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Summary

He loves her, she loves him not…? In the third novel of The Sweetest Kisses series, single mom Sidonie Lindstrom has her hands full with a troubled foster son, an abrupt adjustment to country living, and an unforeseen lack of funds. When her taciturn neighbor, MacKenzie Knightley, repeatedly offers practical help, Sid reminds herself she’s not interested in the neighbor-despite his kindness, pragmatism and quiet charm. MacKenzie sees the vulnerability beneath her pride, and he’s determined to change her mind…

 

Excerpt

 

“This is a nice spot,” Mac said. “The horses will loaf here in the hotter months because the trees make for good shade, but the canopy isn’t quite done leafing out yet, so we’ll be able to see the moon come over the ridge.” He spread the blanket on a patch of grass up the slope from the pond.

 

Sid settled on the blanket, running her hand over what felt like soft flannel, while Mac lowered himself beside her.

 

“Give me your foot.” Mac didn’t wait for her to comply. He took Sid by the foot, and drew her running shoe off. “Other one.”

 

He peeled her socks down and tucked them into her shoes, then unlaced his boots and set them beside the blanket, stuffing a sock in each one. “Moonrise is always best appreciated barefoot.”

 

The sentiment was poetical; the words were not. “Is that a rule?”

 

“Suppose it is.” He took off his jacket, balled it up, and lay back to rest his head on it. “Come here and let me hold you, Sidonie. I haven’t watched the moon come up with a lovely woman in my arms for years.”

 

She settled against him, resting her head on the slope of his shoulder. “We’re going to talk about rules like this?” He thought she was lovely.

 

“We’ll come to some understandings.” His arm came around her shoulders, and his hand stroked over her hair. “I’ll undo this braid while we’re at it.”

 

“Don’t lose my elastic.”

 

His fingers were soon winnowing through her hair, drawing the length of it over her shoulder.

 

“How am I supposed to think about rules when you’re touching me like this, MacKenzie?”

 

“You don’t need to think. You just tell me what’s true for you.”

 

“True about what?”

 

He went quiet again, while Sid repositioned herself against him. She could hear his heart beat, feel the slow, steady thud of his life’s blood beneath her cheek.

 

“What do you want from me, Sidonie Lindstrom? What do you need?”

 

“Nobody has asked me that before.” She considered her answer, while Mac’s hand drifted through her hair, across her back, down her arm. “I want a friend, I guess. You’ve been a friend to me, and I wasn’t expecting to find that here.”

 

“Is that all you want? I can be a good friend. My brothers would vouch for me in that regard.”

 

She could not tell from his voice if he was disappointed with her answer, or pleased. “No, that isn’t all I want, but I’ll settle for it, and be grateful if that’s where you want to draw the line. A friend, a real friend, is nothing to scoff at.”

 

Another silence, while Mac got his hand on her nape and started massaging the tension there. His idea of friendship would soon leave Sid witless and boneless.

 

“I can’t expect you to put yourself out there without showing I’m willing to do likewise: I want you.” Mac’s voice was quiet in the gathering darkness. “I want you at least for a friend, an intimate friend, Sidonie, but I don’t share something that precious. If you allow me the privileges of a lover, then I will expect that for whatever time I enjoy that status, those privileges are exclusively mine. You will agree to this, or our friendship keeps its clothes on.”

 

Sid shivered, though the night wasn’t uncomfortably cool, and Mac gave off heat like a woodstove. He was so serious about this, when they could have shared a casual romp in the moonlight.

 

She would have settled for that—and settling would have been a mistake.

 

She traced his facial features. Beyond serious, he was solemn, as if these understandings he sought could be the foundation for something even greater than friendship.

 

“If you agree to my terms,” he said, his hand slowing in her hair, “you agree because it’s what you want too, not because I need to hear the words and you have a private agenda that’s different from what you’ll say to me.”

 

He was asking for honesty, the most basic tenet of a real friendship. Friends were kind to each other, considerate, patient, reliable, but above all, a friend was somebody who told the truth.

 

“I don’t have much practice with relationships, MacKenzie.”

 

He rolled slowly, like the earth heaving up, until Sid was on her back with Mac blanketing her. “There’s more to say.” He rested his forehead against hers. “A lot more, but right now, Sidonie, I have to kiss you. Have to.”

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Author Biography

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes’ bestsellers include The Heir, The Soldier, Lady Maggie’s Secret Scandal, Lady Sophie’s Christmas Wish and Lady Eve’s Indiscretion. The Heir was a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2010, The Soldier was a PW Best Spring Romance of 2011, Lady Sophie’s Christmas Wish won Best Historical Romance of the Year in 2011 from RT Reviewers’ Choice Awards, Lady Louisa’s Christmas Knight was a Library Journal Best Book of 2012, and The Bridegroom Wore Plaid was a PW Best Book of 2012. Her Regency romances have received extensive praise, including starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Booklist. Grace is branching out into short stories and Scotland-set Victorian romance with Sourcebooks. She is a practicing family law attorney and lives in rural Maryland.

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Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/GraceBurrowes

Author Spencer Dryden

March 18, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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A substitute plumber’s world turns upside down when he discovers his buddy’s business is providing more than plumbing services to an exclusive female clientele.

A journeyman plumber breaks union rules, risking the loss of his career, and assumes a false identity to substitute for an injured friend who owns a non-union plumbing shop. When “Gary” arrives on the job, he is stunned to discover that the client is expecting sex and not plumbing services. It’s the beginning of a day of surprises.

Motivated by his obligation to a friend and seduced by the allure of the client, “Gary” has some of the best sex of his life. He is at peace until he overhears the client making an immediate referral to a friend. Torn between conscience and friendship, he accepts the referral.

His day turns again as Britta initially spurns his services, much to “Gary’s” relief, then asks him to do some plumbing work. While he is working, Britta slowly drops her hostile manner, sharing more of her personal story. “Gary” finds himself longing for a deeper connection, but has to dispel Britta’s feelings of inadequacy and deal with his hidden identity.

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Author Interview:

please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

“The Substitute” is another of my tradesman stories. In this story a well meaning, union journeyman plumber risks his career and assumes a false identity to substitute for a friend who owns a non-union plumbing shop. The fun begins at the first appointment when he discovers the client is expecting sex and not plumbing services.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

There wasn’t a single moment. I’ve wanted to be a non-fiction writer for many years. When I became an at-home dad I wanted to be a male version of Erma Bombeck. That idea died under a pile of dirty laundry. It was only three years ago at age 62, that I began to write fiction mostly on a whim rather than a vision quest..

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

Write the story you want to hear, the way you want to hear it. Whenever Ii wander away from this rule to write to the market, it’s like pulling the plug on creativity.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

I don’t know if perfect is the right word. My favourite hero is an ordinary guy who finds himself in extraordinary circumstances. They are much more fun to write about than hunky alpha males or billionaire bad boys.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I raise dust bunnies in our tiny three bedroom home.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Negotiating the murky waters of publishing

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

My adopted home of Summer Haven, Florida (USA). My muse lives there and won’t follow me to the cold climate of Minnesota.

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?

A gregarious loner

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

I’m sorry to say it’s my lap top. I started as a pen and paper writer but have switched to composing at the keyboard. I don’t think I will even know how to write manually in a few years.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

Stuck here in the frozen tundra of Minnesota waiting for the big snow removal project called May.

Author Bio:

Spencer Dryden is a new to writing fiction, but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor, and web videographer, living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota, USA.

He earned an MBA from a prestigious Midwestern university but is so far behind on the career earnings scale of his peers that the university has offered to refund his tuition if he will return his diploma and disavow his affiliation, lest he continue to denigrate the school’s impeccable brand.

He has a beautiful trophy wife ready to spend his royalties. Like all good romance writers, he has a cat but prefers to pet his wife.

This is his fourth work published by Breathless Press.

He can be reached at multiple locations:

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He is a regular contributor to the multiauthor blog, Oh Get A Grip: http://ohgetagrip.blogspot.com

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Soul Crossed by Lisa Gail Green

March 17, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Synopsis: : 

One Demon.  One Angel.  One Soul.  Josh lived a reckless, selfish life, so upon his death, escaping the eternal  torments of Hell by assuming the role of a powerful, soul-corrupting  demon is an easy choice. His first soul assignment doesn’t seem too hard:  the mortal Camden is already obsessed with weapons, pain, and torture.  If only Josh wasn’t distracted by Cam’s beautiful friend, Grace.  Grace never expected to die violently at age sixteen, but now she’s an  Angel, responsible for saving a soul. She can already see past Camden’s  earthly flaws, so the job should be be easy. If only that handsome,  playboy Josh would stop getting in the way.  It’s forbidden for an Angel to be with a Demon, so if Josh and Grace stop  resisting each other, the results would be disastrous.  And only one can claim Cam’s soul.  “A wickedly romantic story that will have you cheering for Lisa Gail Green’s addictive storytelling. Soul Crossed is devilishly delicious!” — Martina Boone, author of Compulsion and the Heirs of Watson Island trilogy  “Soul Crossed blurs the lines between good and evil with addictive characters and plot that will have you eagerly turning the pages.” – Kelly Hashway, author of the Touch of Death series.

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 Excerpt:

Slowly I move my hands over his, and I feel the electricity tingle in the small space between us, but neither of us pulls away. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his body pulsing so close to mine. I want the wall between us to crumble. How can this be forbidden? I say a silent prayer. I’ve never been religious, and the irony does not escape me, but I try. Please, please let me have this. I open my eyes. He waits for me, still and intoxicatingly beautiful. I set my hands on his and feel the prickling sting travel over my fingers and up my arms. Far from pain, it’s like my flesh is alive with desire. If he feels it, too, he does not let on. He simply leads me to the dance floor, never taking his eyes off of me.

BIO: 

Lisa Gail Green lives with her husband the rocket scientist and their three junior mad scientists in Southern California. She writes books so she can have an excuse to live in the fantasy world in her head. She likes to share these with readers so she’s represented by the lovely Melissa Nasson of Rubin Pfeffer Content. She has a parrot but would most definitely get a werewolf for a pet if she weren’t allergic.

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Vampires Never Cry Wolf by Sara Humphreys

March 16, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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 VampiresNeverCryWolf

Title: Vampires Never Cry Wolf

Author: Sara Humphreys

Release Date: March 3, 2015

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Summary

 Vampires are nothing but trouble…
As far as beautiful vampire Sadie Pemberton is concerned, werewolves shouldn’t be sticking their noses into New York’s supernatural politics. They don’t know jack about running a city—not even that hot-as-sin new vampire-werewolf liaison who’s just arrived in town.

Werewolves are too sexy for their own good…
The last thing Killian Bane wanted was to end up in New York City playing nice with vampires. Unfortunately, he’s on a mission, and when he encounters the sexiest, most stubborn female vamp he’s ever met, he’s going to have to turn on a little of that wolfish charm…and Sadie’s going to learn a thing or two about what it means to have a wild side…

 

Excerpt

 Sadie forced herself to look Killian in the face, and the instant she did, she knew it was a colossal mistake. His eyes looked like pools of liquid gold, and she could swear he saw straight through to her very soul. A growl rumbled in his chest and Sadie gasped. His eyes flickered and shifted into the glowing amber eyes of his wolf. The sudden and instinctive change was a glaring reminder of who he was…who they both were.

 

In a remarkably steady voice, Sadie whispered, “Last night should never have happened.”

 

“The only thing about last night that shouldn’t have happened was the way it ended,” Killian rasped.

 

Sadie stilled when his large hand cradled her cheek. Despite her best efforts to resist him, her body quivered uncontrollably as he surrounded her in every way a person could be surrounded. When the heat of his palm seared against her skin, a needy moan escaped her lips. Desire curled inside her like smoke, and regardless of the litany of warnings that ran through her head, Sadie’s hands found their way to the front of Killian’s shirt. She grasped the fabric, still warm from the heat of his body, and pulled him closer. Sweet Jesus, the man had a body that looked like it had been hand carved by the gods themselves.

 

“Is that so?” Sadie pulled his shirt loose from his jeans and slipped her fingers underneath before trailing them along the hard planes of his stomach. Arching one eyebrow, she held his heavy-lidded gaze. “How do you suppose it should have ended?”

 

“The same way it should end every night from now on,” he growled. Killian slid both hands into her long hair. Sadie shivered when his fingertips grazed her scalp. He pressed his hips against her before slipping his thigh between her legs. Sadie gasped with pleasure as he put pressure on just the right spot, and when a moan escaped her parted lips, a cocky grin emerged on his. Killian tightened his grip on her hair and leaned in so his mouth was just a breath away. “Every single night should end with me buried deep inside you.”

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Author Biography

 Sara Humphreys has been attracted to the fantasies of science fiction, paranormal, and romance since her adolescence when she had a mad crush on Captain Kirk. An actress and public speaker, Sara lives in Bronxville, New York with her husband, who is very considerate of her double life, and four amazing boys.

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Author Nadine Sutton

March 16, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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A road trip to Nashville with a young Irish immigrant has Garth Clayton questioning everything he’s ever believed about himself. Will Garth embrace his true self or lose the only man he’s loved?

 Garth Clayton is a guy who doesn’t have any complaints about his life. He’s a successful musician and songwriter. He lives very well in a New York bachelor pad with a steady girlfriend, which isn’t too shabby for an introverted kid from the Bible belt. When he offers a ride to an Irish immigrant, he never expects his life to turn upside down.

Connor Adams is the opposite of Garth. He’s wild, foolish, and not about to apologize for who he is. He likes to live on the edge. When he is nearly arrested for a fight in a gay bar, Garth is shocked to learn of Connor’s sexual preference. Unable to hide the truth any longer, Garth confesses the deep secret he’s kept buried—he’s attracted to men.

Garth and Connor start a secret love affair, but when Connor asks Garth to be truthful about their relationship with his parents, he can’t bring himself to do it. Unwilling to be his “dirty little secret” any longer, Connor ends things. Will Garth stop hiding his true self, or will he lose the man he loves?

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Cursing, Garth pulled on his jeans and a sweater, and hurried down to the lobby. The officer waiting for him was a young chubby faced man, not much older than Connor.

“Mr Clayton, this young man has been thrown out of a bar for using obscene language and—crazy behaviour. I found him out on the street cursing and yelling. Making a noise an’ being a pain. I don’t want to go through all the paperwork of booking him.”

Garth’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He couldn’t believe that even Connor could get into this sort of trouble so quickly. His heart beat faster as he looked at the young police officer.

“If you can promise that you and he will be out of the town by 8 a.m. then I’ll forget what happened. It wasn’t much and we’re a small police department here.”

The cop lowered his voice and leaned closer to Garth. “Look, Mr Clayton, it was a gay bar. My boss doesn’t like faggots, but there are a couple of bars where they go and mostly they don’t do any harm to anyone. Hardly ever any trouble there. I don’t want any bother so, you just get him out of town.”

“Where is he?” Garth grumbled.

He could only thank his lucky stars that this nice young guy had been the one to find Connor. Some other policemen might have investigated further.

“He’s out in my car, sir. He told me that he was traveling with you and that you write songs that are on the T.V. I’d heard your name, and my wife likes you, so I thought I’d let this one go. But you have to promise you’ll get out of town.”

“Officer, I’d go right now if it weren’t so damn late. That boy is—” he trailed off. It might not be a good idea to criticize Connor.

Author Interview

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

I am just about to have my first gay romance published. I have other things I’m working on, including a love story set in modern America, between a man and a woman.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

I think I was in my teens but I wanted to be a serious journalist!

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

To say the truth, I’m not sure I ever take advice! I think you’ve got to write the way that comes naturally to you.   It’s not good trying to please other people.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

A man who is intense but intelligent. Someone I feel I could talk to about books and history, and also about more active pastimes.   Not a good looking guy because they are too vain! Attractive but not exceptional! Slim rather than fat!

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I love the theatre and I used to do a bit of acting. I also love to read and listen to music. I have a massive collection of books and I enjoy looking after them, arranging them…I also have a collection of cuddly toys.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

Writing this story. I just don’t know how it will turn out.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

I’d love to see Texas. There’s the bigness of everything, and the big cities, but also the countryside. And I’d love to see if the men really do wear cowboy hats and boots going to the office.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

I am terribly conservative in relation to food. I will eat the same stuff for like 6 months.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without? Central heating! I don’t think I could live with fires and draughty rooms, though I grew up in a farmhouse like that. I need to be comfy!

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

I love to go to concerts or movies, especially about America with someone who also enjoys them. And then maybe a meal or a few drinks, and a nice ending to the evening!

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?

I think I’m a very shy person, but with strong opinions that I only talk about obliquely.   I’m not sure how people would describe me, I think as an eccentric.

What is your favorite comfort food? Milk and biscuits.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

I love spring, when it’s warm but not hot, and it’s not raining too much. I’m not that fond of cold and winter. I love to see spring flowers like crocuses and primroses coming up and the feeling that the earth is renewing itself.

What project are you working on next?

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

Just on My FaceBook Page.

Author Bio:

I come from Ireland, but I have lived in many different places. I’ve spent many years in Ireland, and shorter times living in Europe. For a long time now, I have lived in London, with my partner, but I don’t see it as my permanent home. However, I enjoy the artistic side of London life. I love to walk around and see buildings that have been here for centuries and to look around historical monuments, particularly the Royal Palaces. I enjoy the theater though it does not seem to me as good as it used to be! I used to go very often, now it’s more like an occasional treat. But I really love music, particularly country, folk, “light” opera, some Rock, and the music of the great musicals; I take advantage of being in London to attend concerts.

My hobbies are sedate ones. I like to knit and used to make a lot of woollies when I lived in cold climates. I also try my hand at things like flower arranging, jewellery making and painting. I used to swim and ride horses, and to play a little tennis, but I don’t get time for that nowadays. I love music and enjoy very much listening to music and going to concerts and musicals, and I take singing lessons. Naturally I love to read and always have a couple of books or my Kindle with me. I enjoy walking and an occasional game of golf and I love board games. I also enjoy travelling, whether by train, boat or air. I particularly love America, and hope to visit there again very soon.

My initial degree was in history. I loved English but I wanted to do something more “relevant” and I dabbled in politics. When I left college, I worked in many different fields, changing jobs quite often. Some of my jobs were to do with books; I was a library officer and worked in the office of a bookshop. I’ve also worked in the legal field, in education, in social work support, and in businesses. At present, I work in a public service and health field. I’ve worked in social work, helping with volunteer organizations. I used to work with a hostel for homeless people and with visiting the elderly and people in need.

My great hobby is reading, which naturally led me to want to write. I started writing when I was a kid, with absolutely no success. I wrote very serious short stories, usually with a feminist slant! I tried serious historical fiction. Then I gave it up for some years as I needed to earn a living and didn’t have the time. I enjoy my work, but I love to write. It is a very important creative outlet for me, as my job, while it’s useful in promoting public health and very worthwhile, helping the public, doesn’t have any creative side.

I have also done light journalistic work, on women’s issues, but about 10 years ago I began to explore creative writing, and to try to write fiction again. I took a few classes, and then I started to write light historical fiction, and joined writers’ groups. Now I’ve chosen to write modern fiction and my new story The Lovers of the Road is the result. I am looking forward to its being published and to finding, I hope, some new fans.

 

Lola Montez by Kit Brennan

March 15, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

LOLA MONTEZ- HISTORY’S FIRST “COSMO” WOMAN

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AND THE START OF THE FEMINIST MOVEMENT

Lola Montez was born in 1820 (give or take a year or two) and died in 1860, so her adulthood was lived in the 1840s and 50s. During this period, there were unbelievable breakthroughs in medicine (anesthesia) and transportation (railroads), upheavals such as the Irish Potato Famine and the Anglo-Sikh wars, the 1848 Revolutions in Europe, the Crimean War, and the gold rushes in California and Australia. The Communist Manifesto was published, and, just before Lola’s early death, The Origin of Species. Rapid and incredible changes; it was as if the world had suddenly sped up.

Women, however, did not yet have the vote, nor could they own property, once married. Their role was to take care of the home, and to mother children; they were referred to as “angels of the hearth”. If they weren’t lucky enough to marry or at least belong to a wealthy family (the maiden aunt), they could perhaps become a governess (think of Jane Eyre), or—at the drop of a hat through some misfortune or miscalculation—fall from grace into worse (think of Nancy in Oliver Twist). Adventuring was done by men.

“With a modern mind-set, she followed adventure— she sought it out.”

But, from a young age, Lola traveled—and in her adult years, she chose to travel under her own steam and for her own purposes. With a modern mind-set, she followed adventure, she sought it out—journeying to places as far flung as Australia and California (in both cases, to take part in the gold rush), as well as all over Europe and into Russia. Sometimes she was married, sometimes she wasn’t—but she never allowed marriage or a husband to stop her from doing what she chose to do. There are other 19th century women who travelled, but more often under the banner of whichever church they belonged to or with the back-up of their family money and station. Lola did not come from wealth, nor was she ever wealthy; she belonged to no church. She made her own way—another ‘modern’ trait for a woman. And she made her own money, once she was there.

As well, Lola loved to give an opinion, and was very outspoken about what she thought. This, too, was unusual in a woman of her time. She adored the limelight, craved an audience, enjoyed making people laugh while admiring her beauty and wit. I consider that a modern trait, one that we’ve grown accustomed to—but in mid-Victorian society, it was more common to be modest and retiring, and to wait for others to say nice things (especially for a woman). Lola’s motto was “Courage, and shuffle the cards.” She liked who she was, and if others didn’t, that was their lookout; she wasn’t about to change to please someone else.

“Lola’s motto was, ‘Courage, and shuffle the cards.’”

Lola always held an unapologetic attitude about her lovers. She didn’t feel guilt about the long succession of them—nor about how much she enjoyed their company and her own sexuality. She never spoke about feeling shame, that dreadful 19th century curse which we’ve come to expect from female characters in books or in real women from the era.

The motto that Lola Montez has come to be known by was her favorite expression: Courage, and shuffle the cards. She took up gambling on certain occasions, and she loved to win. But more than the literal meaning of it, I think that it summed up Lola’s attitude to life. What would she have to say to us today? What is inside that beautifully succinct expression?

“Don’t start waffling or second-guessing yourself, and don’t apologize.”

Perhaps, to Lola Montez, something like this: When life is going well, you need courage to keep believing that it will always do so. Don’t start waffling or second-guessing yourself, and don’t apologize. Live it now! Life doesn’t stand still, however. Failure or sorrow is never further away than just around the next corner. When it comes, face it bravely. Roll with it, or you’ll be lost. You’ve pulled a bad hand—play it hard, without fear. Just as hard as you play the good hands. And laugh along the way. Even if it gives you wrinkles. Laugh a lot, you deserve it. We all do.

Kit Brennan is the author of the bestselling Whip Smart: The Lola Montez Series, a nationally produced, award-winning playwright, and teacher of writing and storytelling at Concordia University in Montreal, Quebec. Her adventure novels are based on the real-life story of Lola Montez, a top-notch, notorious bad girl of the Victorian world. Kit divides her time between the vibrant city of Montreal and the quiet lake wilderness of Ontario alongside her husband, Andrew, and a variety of animal friends.  Whip Smart: Lola Montez Starts a Revolution is her third novel. Visit her online at www.kitbrennan.com.

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Spy, Interrupted: The Waiting Wife by T. Dasu

March 15, 2015 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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SPY, INTERRUPTED: THE WAITING WIFE

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Stephen couldn’t reconcile the girl in front of him with the picture his boss had painted. George must have been crazy. Did he seriously expect this girl to go to hostile, remote places in Pakistan? It would be madness to send her out to hobnob with spies, informants, and jihadis. She could barely walk in the sun.

“She can help us,” George had said. “She speaks Hindi, Gujarati, and Urdu. She works for BigSearch, Inc., and as a part of her job travels to remote villages—particularly in Gujarat and Rajasthan, near the Indo-Pak border. They’re popular points of entry for terrorists, second only to the Kashmir border. And nobody would suspect her! Her boss swears by her smarts. She is exactly what we need.”

She might be sharp, but she was not their type at all. Deceit and distrust were prerequisites of the life of an undercover CIA agent. She hadn’t shown either of those traits.

He pushed his plate away and settled back on the beach blanket, his hands under his head for support. George had said to find out if she had met Tariq Rehman, the Pakistani writer. Rehman was traveling quite a bit lately. He had been spotted by electronic eyes at crowded venues all over the world—at airports, sporting events and music festivals—within hours of sightings of suspected terrorists at those very locations. And now Rehman and Sid seemed to have become best buddies. They talked several times a day. George wanted to know about what.

“I’m going to take a nap,” Stephen said.

Really? Nina was taken aback. What kind of date was this?

“It’s too hot right now. We have another hour before it cools down.” He glanced at his watch. “We can see the lighthouse and head out to the open sea for the sunset after that. There are newspapers and magazines in the gym bag if you’d like to read.”

He saw the look on her face and laughed. “Trust me. You won’t last until sunset without a nap. I highly recommend one.” With that he covered his face with a newspaper and fell asleep almost instantly.

Nina shook her head. What was the point of going all the way there to take a nap like a couple of toddlers? She fished for the New York Times in the gym bag. It was surprisingly heavy when she tried to push it away. What did he have in it, a nuclear reactor? She threw the pillow on it and leaned against it to read.

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When Stephen woke up, the day was cooler, the sun less fierce and much lower in the sky. Nina had fallen asleep despite scoffing at his advice. He rolled over on his belly to take a closer look at her. She wore no makeup. Her skin was the color of molten honey with a faint blush from the heat and wine. Large eyelids lay closed under long, arching brows. It was a tranquil, contented face; her lips curved with the hint of a smile even in sleep.

He remained like that for a few minutes with his face barely inches away from hers. A faint perfume rose and ebbed with her breathing. He had a wicked impulse to kiss her. But his inherent decency prevailed, and he rolled away and sat up. His eyes were instantly drawn to her feet. Earlier he had watched surreptitiously while she’d removed her shoes and her feet emerged, soft and brown, with glorious metallic-peach nails—a welcome surprise given how severe the rest of her outfit was.

“Nina,” he said loudly. “Wake up.”

She woke with a start. Stephen was squatting on his heels next to her. She sat up and straightened herself. It was embarrassing beyond words, not to mention shocking, that she had fallen asleep within feet of him.

“There’s a restroom in the lighthouse if you’d like to freshen up.” He broke into a wide grin and discomposed her even more. She looked away quickly. He was different when he smiled—younger and not so hard edged, almost charming.

They climbed the rough-hewn rock steps to the lighthouse. It wasn’t very tall. Inside, a spiral staircase led to the top, where a makeshift viewing platform encircled the lighthouse.

The view was breathtaking. To the left the bay stretched out to the town they had left behind earlier that morning. In front of them and to the right, the open sea shimmered. The sun had acquired an orange glow as it made its slow descent in the west. Seabirds rode invisible air currents and glided past their heads.

Stephen looked at the boats that plied the ocean below and began to whistle an old rowing song his grandfather had taught him. Could it be that he was actually happy? When was the last time that had happened? More than twenty years ago, when his grandfather was still alive, and his parents, although alienated and distrustful, still lived under the same roof.

“Look.” He grabbed Nina’s arm. “Dolphins!” He took a pair of compact binoculars from his pocket, unfolded them, and gave them to her.

“Where? Where?”

He turned her impatiently by the shoulders to point her in the right direction. The dolphins must have just had a good meal. They were lively and playful. They circled, jumped, and rolled, solo and in pairs.

Nina forgot her fear and leaned precariously over the rail with the binoculars. “Oh my God, they’re beautiful!”

They shared the binoculars and took turns watching the dolphins. They didn’t notice how low the sun had sunk in the meantime.

“We should leave,” Stephen said abruptly.

They raced down the stairs, packed their things, and boarded the boat. It chugged along slowly into the open water, where they could get a clear view of the sun’s disappearing into the fiery ocean.

Stephen killed the motor. The boat rocked gently with the waves. They were bathed in the glow of the sun and the sea. It was a spectacular show—the water swallowed the orange orb bit by bit until there was only a ghostly, crepuscular light left in the sky.

Stephen turned the boat around and headed back to town. Lights came on one by one along the shore, and dusk gave way to a star-filled sky. Neither he nor Nina uttered a word.

He returned the boat to the marina, and they walked home in continued silence, completely contented. When they got to Stephen’s dock, Nina stretched out her hand.

“Thank you. I had an absolutely fantastic time.”

He took her hand but, instead of shaking it, leaned forward on an impulse and kissed her—a soft, long kiss on the lips. She was startled. There had been no hint or warning.

“I should go,” she said quietly.

“Of course.” He released her and buried his hands deep in his pockets.

The moon shone down on her as she walked back to the Alis’ place with her head bowed. When she got to the door, she turned around to see if he was still there. He was.

Excerpted from the book SPY, INTERRUPTED: THE WAITING WIFE by T. Dasu.  Copyright © 2015 by T. Dasu.  Reprinted with permission of IndiaWrites Publishers, Inc.  All rights reserved.

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Jane Austen meets John le Carre in the riveting international romantic thriller Spy, Interrupted: The Waiting Wife, which follows a newlywed couple on an emotionally wrought journey rife with love, intrigue, and suspense.

When Nina Sharma falls in love with and marries the reclusive, New England aristocrat Stephen Edward James, she expects life will change. But she could not anticipate how. After six months of seemingly serene wedded bliss, a trip to India begins to unravel the secrets of Stephen’s hidden life—and the truth will have the pair evading terrorists and narrowly escaping with their lives. As Nina grapples with the truth about the stranger she married, Stephen must do everything in his power to keep his wife alive and bring down the men he’s hunting—and who are hunting him.

Then, the photographs start arriving…photos from a mysterious sender. Photos of Stephen and Nina in increasingly intimate moments.

Can Nina and Stephen’s fledgling love survive? Can they survive?

Filled with intriguing characters and plot twists that span multiple continents, Spy, Interrupted: The Waiting Wife is a unique and thrilling, cross-cultural novel about the strength and endurance of love.

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