The Lady Quill Chronicles

August 28, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – The Promise (book #1) The Vow (book #2)
SERIES – The Lady Quill Chronicles
AUTHOR – D.D. Chant
GENRE – Historical Fiction/romance/adventure/mystery
PUBLICATION DATE – 3rd March 2012 / 28th July 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 95.620 words / 108.290 words
PUBLISHER – Self-Publish
COVER ARTIST – D.D. Chant

BOOK SYNOPSIS (The Promise & The Vow)

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Dear Reader,

I wish to tell you a tale that began with a promise destined to change the lives of many.

When only a child, Lady Adele of Berron lost her family during a dreadful battle and was betrothed to a stranger.

Lord Rafe of Valrek, only a boy himself when the battle of Calis raged, grew to be a feared warrior and trusted advisor to his King. But sadness filled his past and Adele served only to remind him of all he had lost.

However the promise that bound these two together caused great anger to some.
What, Dear Reader, happened in those days of treachery and darkness? Incline your ear that I may whisper the secrets that you so desire to hear……

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Dear Reader,

My next story begins with Velrek, where Lord Rafe and Lady Adele’s arrival was cause for much celebration and rejoicing.

However Finan of Gournay, Rafe’s foster brother and the captain of Valreks army, could not help a lingering feeling of worry.

Were Rafe and Adele truly safe from Lord Kyule’s hate?

Adding to Finan’s problems was the unsettling presence of Rafe’s sister, Lady Esme. Used to keeping his distance from the woman of Valrek, Finan found that he could no longer escape as before.

As danger and treachery enveloped Valrek, Finan and Esme found themselves drawn together to fight the shadowy assailant that threatened the lives of those they loved.

What secrets would they unearth in their search for the enemy that taunted them?

Would they find that their stories were more closely linked than either of them ever knew?

Allow me please to answer these questions…

Lady Quill

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EXCERPT (The Promise)

Rafe watched as Adele pushed a wisp of hair back from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. She was unaware of his eyes upon her, all her attention was on the robin that hopped about on the frozen earth, pecking at the crumbs she had scattered for it.
She must be tired, she had to be. Eda was even now asleep, curled up in the shelter of a fallen log. It was Eda who had begged for rest, for food, but never once had Adele demanded anything, no word of complaint had passed her lips. Still he was uneasy.
Adele and Eda had talk in a desultory manner, but there had been silence between himself and her for too long. At first he had not noticed, his head was too full of plans and worries for him to spare a thought for conversation. But for a long while he had been conscious of the deafening silence between them and had been made uncomfortable by it.
That was strange in itself because he had been used to long marches from an early age and had never found the quiet awkward before. Certainly he had never voluntarily conversed with any lady not related to him. He was surprised to find that the hush had become oppressive and longed for her to say something, however inconsequential, to show him that she was not upset by his having ignored her for so long. Maybe he should talk to her, but he could think of nothing to say.
The robin, encouraged by Adele’s stillness and enticed by the crumbs, bravely moved a little nearer. Adele smiled breaking another piece of rye bread and crumbling it between her fingers before dropping them to the floor. The robin fluttered away nervously and Adele laughed.
“’Tis only crumbs, you silly thing.”
The robin cocked its head to one side, regarding her speculatively from one beady eye before hopping a little nearer. He was so close that Rafe could see with incredible clarity the overlapping feathers on his bright red chest and he realised that he had never really looked at a robin before, not really looked.
“He’s a handsome fellow, isn’t he?”
Rafe was startled to hear Adele’s warm and friendly voice. He looked up to find her regarding him from wide, clear eyes.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, you were gone a long time you know.” She was still smiling, there was no reproach in her words.
“I was thinking,” answered Rafe apologetically. “Forgive me, I have not been very good company for you.”
“You are worried,” shrugged Adele. “I only hope that you have found some solution to the problem that vexes you so. It is not pleasant to be always troubled.” She scattered a few more crumbs for the waiting robin. “You know, this little fellow reminds me of a passage in the Bible.” Adele smiled again. “When Jesus was teaching upon the Mount of Olives and he said to take a lesson from the lilies of the field because they neither toil nor spin but even Solomon in all his glory was not comparable to one of them.” Her serene eyes drifted up to meet his gaze. “’Tis true; for I have never yet seen a fabric that could equal this little robin redbreast.”
Rafe stared hard into her softly unfocused eyes for some moments.
“You are a very unusual girl.”
The words slipped from his mouth before he could check them. Adele’s eyes met his and, for the first time in the short while he had known her, he saw that they were clouded with uncertainty.
It had been meant as a compliment, in his own mind it had been a praising description, although it was true that he never meant to speak the words out loud. It seemed that although she might well be unusual, she did have one thing in common with the rest of her sex. That was the belief that in a woman, unusual was not an epithet to aspire to. She had taken the comment to be little better than a slight and was embarrassed, he could tell.
It was with some surprise that he discovered that he would have given a great deal to unsay those words, or to come into possession of others that would assure her of his meaning. But he had none.
He knew not how to converse with women, although there were many who would have refuted that statement. Rafe was held as a favourite with ladies, they thought him charming, attentively courteous and yet still retaining that elusive air of reckless danger.
Rafe had never been easy in their company, it had rendered him silent. Strangely enough this silence had the effect of inspiring admiration in female hearts and these ladies believed that his lack of words had betrayed a great depth of emotion and sympathy.
Gradually he had learnt to suffer the discomfort he felt in their presence stoically. He had never found their conversation particularly interesting, but then again he had not found it to be fraught with as many difficulties as conversation with Adele so often was. Indeed these ladies would have said, had they been asked, that it was possible to converse with Lord Rafe in complete openness.
Rafe was innately polite and had always listened to their prattle in well concealed boredom, leaving them with the impression that he was a wonderfully sensitive man, with whom a lady could always enjoy a deep and meaningful conversation in which the souls of the principals had been poured out with unrestrained and frank honesty. The fact that Lord Rafe rarely said a word, but listened in silence while the Lady in question divested herself of her opinions on every subject under the sun, completely escaped them. This left said Lady with the impression that Rafe were something of a fountain of wisdom.
Thankfully there had never been the need to say very much, for it had often been his reflection that ladies were quite capable of holding a conversation without the participation of a second party. In fact they seemed vaguely put out when one interrupted them half way through their monologue.
It was different with Adele, she required active participation. To her conversation was to learn about others, not discussing, at length and in great detail, her own feelings and needs. He should have found the change refreshing, and in a way he did, but he found it alarming too.
Adele would have been greatly surprised to know that he had any interest in her at all and her opinion of this last remark was not well defined. She was conscious of a sinking feeling of disappointment, tangled up with hurt and embarrassment.
It had never occurred to Adele that she might be different to other girls, for she had thought that the whole point of her training at the fort was that she might conform to the idea of a proper wife. It came as something of a shock to find that this was not so and she knew a sudden and uncomfortable fear that perhaps she would not please Lord Rafe, that he too would be disappointed.
“Are you thirsty, Lady Adele?”
Rafe didn’t know what she was thinking, but he misliked the look of perturbed concentration on her face. She looked up at him, not having heard what he had said but knowing that he had addressed her. Her large, troubled eyes met his and he felt as if the breath were knocked from his body, suddenly he heard himself speaking.
“I did not mean that!” He registered the meaning of his words and began to stammer. “That is… ‘tis not that I didn’t mean it, ‘tis just… I just…”
He broke off, unsure if his tangled explanations were making it worse. He was relieved to find that the worry had faded from her eyes and that they were filled with the beginnings of mirth.
“You are funny when you become nervous.”
“I’m not nervous!” Rafe looked vaguely revolted by this description. “It is only that I did not mean it like that.” Again he looked sheepish. “All I meant was, that to be different… ’tis good… that is, Lord Rafe will be pleased.” He broke off abruptly again.
“You do not think Lord Rafe will mind?” asked Adele blushing. “You think he will like it, Finn?”
“I… yes.” Rafe cleared his throat and stood, looking in the direction in which they had come.
The conversation was becoming a little too complicated, too difficult. He even had a vague suspicion that the discussion should not have been taking place.
As he looked through the trees, his eyes keen and searching, worry entered his face. Adele saw it, saw his mind change track and begin on lines wholly different to those of a few moments before. He was gone again, lost to her as a companion. Though his form was still there standing across from her, his mind was somewhere else, somewhere along the trail that they had traversed, restless, questing, searching for answers, for something that she did not know.
“Finn?”
Rafe turned at the sound of her voice, it was low, gently probing and for a few seconds he said nothing as he tried to recover his wondering thoughts. She didn’t speak again, did not question him, but sat looking up, her eyes placid, waiting for him to say something. He had the feeling that she was not requesting confidences, but merely seeking reassurance, the comfort of companionship with another person.
“You look tired.”
“So do you,” she replied. “In truth I think you must be more weary than I, for ‘tis you who must bear the responsibility of our journey.” She stole a look up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “And I think you are plagued by much worry, more even than befits the gravity of our situation.”
Rafe was taken back, few were the people who could read his thoughts with such a degree of perspicacity, and rare was the person who could hold their curiosity in check, questioning not from whence these other worries came. For some reason her understanding unsettled him.
“We have yet much ground to cover before we make camp tonight, it is best that we move along now.”

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EXCERPT (The Vow)

The night was black as pitch, so dark that Finan could not make out anything in the room. He sat upright, wondering what could have woken him. He was by no means a light sleeper and during the evening’s festivities had indulged liberally in mead. It had not been enough to inebriate, but enough to relax him and give him an altogether more cheerful view of the world.
So why was he sleepless now?
Grinding a fist against his eye, it suddenly occurred to him that the room was too dark. The fire had gone out, leaving the air to take on the chill of the night. He shivered and grumbled irritably under his breath.
He had managed to remove his tunic before falling in to bed, now with the woollen blanket and the furs covering the bed pooled at his waist, his skin was covered with gooseflesh. Vaguely he wondered if he could be bothered to relight the dead fire, or if it would be simpler to find another blanket. He was almost certain there was a spare at the foot of his bed.
Yawning he flung back the covers, but his sleepiness made him clumsy and he cracked his knee against the table to one side of the bed. With an angry oath he lurched to rest against the wall, soothing his bruised appendage. He stood there for some considerable time, cursing with a fluency that would have alarmed Lady Ebba, if only she had heard him. He found a great many things to curse: the table, himself and whatever fool had thought to put the table there in the first place.
Finally he straightened and sighed heavily. The flavour of smoke hung on the air and Finan frowned glancing to where his fire should have been burning merrily. There was enough of the scent of smoke to burn the back of his throat, yet no source for its abundance.
The mists of sleep cleared sharply from his brain, replaced by an uncomfortable sensation that something somewhere was amiss. It was a feeling that he had learnt long ago not to ignore, a cold certainty that clawed in his stomach giving him no peace.
Opening the door he stepped out into the hall beyond. The main house and great hall was used only during the day. One of the smaller secondary halls housed the bedchambers. It was a square structure with an apex roof, built with a secondary wall within a first and partitioned into private rooms. Finan had been given the first chamber on the left, as his duties called for him to be readily available for his men.
The stench of smoke was stronger in the hall but the large fire toward the end of the room was nothing more than a few glowing embers. After a few moments investigation, Finan found the source of the smoke; it seeped under the door of Rafe’s bedchamber. Panic welled within him and he threw back the bedroom door.
Smoke billowed out, causing him to recoil, with a shout for help he plunged into the room, almost blind with tears as the smoke laden air assaulted his eyes. He fought his way forward to the bottom of Rafe’s bed. He could just make out his friend’s form, unnaturally still beneath the covers, a twisted woollen blanket spreading flames over the furs.
“Rafe!”
Finan’s hoarse voice had no affect on the still form and he reached to pull the burning covers free from the bed. The walls on either side were aflame preventing Finan from stepping forward, and greedy flames licked at the frame of the bed. Finan made out Rafe’s heavy, fur lined cloak carelessly thrown over a nearby chair and used it to cover Rafe’s inert body.
It would at least shield him from the flames long enough for Finan to get him out of the room. He sucked in a dry lungful of hot air that scorched his throat and wiped the sweat free of his eyes.
There was no way past the flames that surrounded the bed, no way to reach Rafe but through the scorching heat. With sudden determination Finan plunged forwards, pain filling his mind as he felt the touch of fire on his hands and crawling along his forearms.
This couldn’t happen again, he couldn’t lose another brother!
Wrapping Rafe within the cloak, he hoisted him over his shoulder and staggered towards the door. The scorching burn against his shirtless skin was agonising but Rafe’s lax body in his arms frightened him more.
Dimly he was aware of shouting as the rest of the house became aware that something was wrong. As soon as he made it into the hall, eager hands lifted Rafe away from him.
“Don’t put him down in here.” Adele’s voice cut through the noise, her tone calm and confident. “Get him outside, he needs clean air, Finan too.”
“I must help with the fire.”
A firm grip fell on his shoulder and Finan grimaced shifting away from the touch. Esme released him immediately.
“You have helped enough Finan, there are sufficient people to see the fire is put out.”
Looking at the men staggering to and fro with buckets of water, he saw the truth of her statement. Worry for Rafe propelled him out into the cool night air.
Too many was the time he had seen someone shut too long in a smoky room die.
It didn’t seem to matter whether the flames had touched them or not, they fell into a sleep that no one could rouse them from.
Adele directed the men to lay Rafe down some distance from the house. She was shrouded in a plain nightgown, without a cloak to offer her protection from the night air. She looked more childlike than ever with the voluminous white folds billowing about her and her hair plaited neatly down her back.
Finan swayed, his vision blurring and nausea making his stomach roll.
“Finan? What is it? What is wrong?” Lady Esme’s concerned face swam before his eyes and he shook his head attempting to bring her into focus.
The nausea hit harder and Finan turned and vomited on to the grass. He’d never felt so weak before, his legs as unsteady as a newborn colt. Someone slid their arm around his waist, giving him much needed support as he discharged the rest of his evening meal on to the ground. His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees, despite the cold air his skin still seemed to burn.
Esme watched his laboured breathing worriedly. His hands were fisted and pressed into the ground either side of his knees and his head was bent forward, eyes tightly closed. She could see the pain in the lines of his face and red burns stood out patchily against pale skin.
Reaching forward she drew his head to rest against her shoulder, surprised that he didn’t pull away, but sagged tiredly against her. The new position gave a better view of his arms and hands.
The blood drained from her face and she winced.
Large blisters and red open wounds covered his skin from hand to elbow. Finan would bear a constant reminder of this night for the rest of his life.
“Rafe?”
Finan’s voice, rough and husky made her jump and she looked where Adele held Rafe’s limp form in her arms. Tears blinded her, closing her throat so she could hardly breathe.
It didn’t seem possible that her energetic, vibrant brother could be lying so still and silent. Was it just a few hours ago that he had stood before them all with the tale of his adventures?
Her gaze shifted to where her father clasped her sobbing mother tightly, a grey expression of horror drawing his features tight. Aisly stood to one side, immaculately elegant as ever, her long chestnut locks hanging around her slender frame, making her appear as some ethereal pagan goddess. There were tears standing in her eyes but Esme knew that Aisly would not let them fall. She clenched her hands into fists and stood stiff and defiant.
Finan struggled upright on receiving no response and cast a worried look down into her face. Whatever he saw expressed upon her features caused him to pull away and drag himself to where Rafe lay pillowed in Adele’s embrace. Adele wasn’t crying but there was bleakness in her expression, pain in her eyes.
“Is he…?”
“Give him but a moment.”
Adele’s soft voice was no more than a whisper and Finan felt that she was not exactly answering his question but reassuring herself. He gazed down at Rafe’s lifeless body and pale face. Bile rose in his throat as he recalled another white face and lax body laid out as if in sleep. His vision blurred between the two faces, both so dear to him.
Once again it seemed as though he sat in Lord Brogan’s tent, a bloody battle field without and Evoric’s body laid within. His brother had looked so calm, so peaceful, as if he slept. Finan had felt that he had only to reach out and touch his shoulder and Evoric would rise from his slumber.
He couldn’t recall how long he’d sat by his brother’s still form. It hadn’t seemed possible that Evoric was truly dead, Finan’s mind had recoiled from the idea, yet deep down he had known it to be the truth. It was why he could not bring himself to touch Evoric’s body and find it cold and lifeless.
In the end he had sat beside his brother through the night, and when the soldiers came to bury him the next morning, Finan had exchanged his own dagger with Evoric’s. At least they would always have something of each other that way.
“Rafe?”
Finan jumped at Adele’s soft voice, she was stroking Rafe’s cheek with gentle fingers. “You must wake up now, you have to try, can you not do that for me?”
Her voice trembled with the effort it took to hold back her tears, but still Rafe made no move. She bent her head to touch her lips to his brow.
“I know how strong you are, your heart still beats with the might of a warrior.”
Adele shifted to set a lingering kiss against Rafe’s mouth. Her next plea was so softly spoken Finan doubted anyone but he heard it.
“Pease, Rafe, you cannot leave me all alone.”

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Hi everyone! My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty six and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) and some Koi.

Broken City is actually my second novel. My first, as my Aunt so delicately put it, was crazy but in my defence I was only sixteen at the time. On the plus side I learnt a lot (or so I hope) and two years later ‘Broken City’ was finished.

I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.

I love reading and have a kindle: I read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!

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Karen Rock’s Someone Like You

August 28, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

 

 







You can’t program love…or can you?



Kayleigh Renshaw has come up with the idea for a brilliant “compatibility app,” a new kind of matchmaking software. All she needs is a programmer to help her bring the idea to market…and she knows exactly who she wants. But Niall Walsh—a code whiz and her former best friend—has been avoiding her since he returned from Afghanistan. In spite of their history, and some sparks that go beyond friendship, he’s proving reluctant…. Is it her, or is something darker holding him back?

 

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“I don’t need to be around other people,” he said drily, his gaze never leaving hers. “Except you.”

Heated blood rushed through her. That was treacherous thinking—for both of them. “But if you used the app, you’d find the right girlfriend. Want to be with her. You can’t waste your time on someone like me. I’ll never be more than a friend.”

He closed the distance between them in one stride and eyed her. “Sure about that?”

And suddenly, he pulled her into his arms, his strong body enfolding her. His lips lowered then paused, his heated eyes questioning. Was he waiting for her to refuse him?

Her bones melted against him, and her resolve to keep things professional crumbled. She wanted this kiss as badly as she’d ever wanted anything. She stretched up on her tiptoes and heard him groan as his lips swept down and captured hers, the caress as feather soft as the dragonfly’s wings.

He pulled the band around her bun loose, and her hair tumbled down her back, his hands burying themselves in it. When he deepened their kiss, his mouth slanting firmly against hers, her skin heated. Their hearts pounded together, and she breathed in his minty breath, tasting the strawberries they’d eaten earlier. Wanting him closer, she traced his bunching back muscles, loving their hardness and strength.

When his lips left hers and traveled along her jaw, she fitted herself against him closer still, needing to feel all of him. As his lips slid along her earlobe then down her neck, the world tilted and spun madly in the wrong direction.

She cupped his face and brought it back to hers, wanting his mouth again, the caress deepening into a demanding kiss that left her breathless and clutching on to his shoulders when her knees weakened.

At last he stopped, and they stared at each other, chests heaving, breath coming in fits and starts.

“Still sure?” he murmured, his eyes searching hers. Struck dumb, she nodded automatically, her gesture making him scowl, disappointment in his eyes. When he strode out of the pavilion, her fingers traced her swollen lips

How had she let that happen?

Karen Rock is an award-winning YA and adult contemporary author. She holds a master’s degree in English and worked as an ELA instructor before becoming a full-time author.  With her co-author, Joanne Rock, she’s penned the CAMP BOYFRIEND series with Spencer Hill Press under the pseudonym J.K. Rock. She also writes contemporary romance for Harlequin Enterprises. Her wholesome romance, Heartwarming novels have won the 2014 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the 2014 Golden Quill Contest. When she’s not writing, Karen loves scouring estate sales for vintage books, cooking her grandmother’s family recipes and hiking. She lives in the Adirondack Mountain region with her husband, daughter, and two Cavalier King cocker spaniels who have yet to understand the concept of “fetch” though they know a lot about love. To find out about her upcoming releases, appearance and latest news, visit http://www.karenrock.com or follow her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/karenrockwrites or Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/karenrock5!

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Author Rebekah Lewis

August 27, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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A bad day spins out of control when Cadence finds herself in the middle of the Tulgy Wood with a grinning cat who can vanish at will and a renown Wonderland hero in need of a companion to the Red Queen’s court.

What happens when the hero who saved Wonderland from the destruction of the famed Jabberwock needs to find a worthy paramour before the Red Queen picks one for him? Devrel, the last of the Cheshire cats, has the perfect solution. He’ll just pluck one from the human world and gift her to him for his un-birthday.

Realizing her friends were playing a joke on her, Cadence is heading home when she sees the cat smiling at her. Next thing she knows, she’s in Wonderland and in the arms of a handsome man who thinks she’s slightly unhinged upon meeting her. Intrigued by Gareth, Cadence makes an offer to act as his companion in exchange for his protection as they journey from the Tulgy Wood to the Red Kingdom—a simple solution which endangers both of their hearts as the castle looms in the distance.

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“Devrel,” the man called out. His forehead scrunched up, and she wondered what troubled such a handsome man so.

The grinning cat appeared on the man’s shoulder, towering over him as he leaned down and answered, actually answered, with, “She’s rather odd, isn’t she?”

At this, Cadence lost it. She laughed, only to be forced into a fit of hysterical giggles when both the man and the cat glanced at each other and back at her.

“Mayhap I broke her,” Devrel said, smile faltering ever so slightly as he reached down and swiped at the air in front of her face with huge paw.

The man sighed and shook his head. The hair falling over his forehead bounced with the movement. “Why did you bring her?”

“Bring whom?”

He pinned Devrel with a glare.

The cat snickered. “I jest. It’s what I do. As for the girl…” Devrel faced her again. “Let me fetch her some borogove feathers. We can mash them up to powder and have her drink them with tea. I believe she’s befuddled.”

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Author Interview:

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you? I don’t know if there is a way to make a hero “perfect.” What makes a character relatable is that there are flaws. If you have someone too good or grand, they lose the humanity needed to give the character and appropriate amount of depth.

However, the heroes that speak to me the most are blond, paranormal in nature, and are more of the anti-hero archetype.

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections? I collect Cheshire cats and other Alice in Wonderland type things, specifically the Disney cartoon characters.

What has been your biggest adventure to date? I went to Scotland about five years ago. It was so much fun! I couldn’t find Nessie. I looked. LOL

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why? Norway. One word: Vikings ;)

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

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”? Good food, good company, the beach, and no interruptions ;)

What is your favorite comfort food? Mac and cheese

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it? Autumn. It’s not cold yet, but it isn’t miserably hot. Also, Halloween

What project are you working on next? I am working on the third satyr novel, Satyr from the Shadows. It is about Melancton, and has a very different approach to the myth of Daphne and Apollo.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next? I’m on facebook all the time (I shouldn’t be, but I am) www.facebook.com/RebekahLewisAuthor and have no current author events lined up in the next few months.

 

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Author Bio:

Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.

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Author Heather Lin

August 27, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Rosa has a beautiful daughter and a great relationship with her ex-husband, Jason. But when his childhood sweetheart returns to the small town of Westridge, she begins feeling left out and insecure. She just can’t get used to the idea of sharing her daughter with another woman, and their picture perfect love story makes her lack of a love life feel like a glaring failure.

In the midst of her emotional upheaval, she meets Dylan, a burly, tattooed construction worker who soothes her wounded pride and aching heart. They enter into a fast-paced, passionate affair, and Rosa finds herself falling for him in just a matter of weeks.

Against his better judgement, Dylan falls for Rosa, too. But he’s in no position to be in a relationship. He doesn’t have a car, he doesn’t have a place of his own, and he has the kind of past that matches his rough appearance. He’s made mistakes Rosa couldn’t possibly forgive, and he may never get up the courage to admit to them.

The result? A ticking time bomb of a romance that’s sure to rock both their worlds and leave neither unscathed.

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Kindle:

http://www.amazon.com/Rosas-Story-Westridge-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00MJ6IKXW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407695463&sr=8-1&keywords=heather+lin

Nook:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/465560

 

Excerpt

 

“Mommy, I want to pick flowers.”

Rosa glanced in her rearview mirror. Penny was strapped in her booster seat, looking out at the wildflowers by the edge of a wide, green cornfield.

“Later, baby.”

The field belonged to Mr. Dawson, and half a mile back it met with the Joneses’ field. In one more minute, they’d be at Jason’s house, the one he and Rosa had once shared and he now shared with Gabby Jones. The families were all connected, as if it were always meant to be.

She was separate, living ten minutes east, close to the library where she worked, barely outside of the tiny trailer park in which she’d been raised. She was back to being Rosa Nelson, mother of Penny Dawson, ex-wife of Jason Dawson, and, as she pulled into the familiar driveway and parked in front of the garage, intruder in Gabby Jones’s new home.

Rosa had been the one to leave. She’d taken Penny and moved out after a year of trying to make it work, a year of trying to be someone she wasn’t. She was happy for her ex-husband. She’d encouraged him to reconcile with his childhood sweetheart, but she couldn’t help feeling tiny stabs of jealousy and disappointment. She didn’t fit in.

“Mary had a little lamb, little lamb…”

Penny swung her legs back and forth, singing to herself, waiting patiently for her mother to release her from her restraints. This was the first time Rosa would be dropping her daughter off at the house without Jason present.

Gabby had been back in Westridge for two months now, except for a brief trip to the city to get her affairs in order. The pretty redhead was set to open a new branch of Flowers by Gabby in Middleford in one month. Today, Rosa had to work, and Jason had an emergency repair. “Why not let Gabby have her?” he’d said. He’d meet them in the afternoon for lunch.

Rosa couldn’t say no. Of course leaving her daughter with Gabby was fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine? Rosa was Penny’s mother. She couldn’t be replaced.

She glanced in the mirror again, this time angling it so she could see herself. Her curled hair was perfect, shoulder-length at full volume. Her ruby red lipstick was flawless. She was in great shape.

She was not the type of woman whose confidence should be failing.

Rosa readjusted the mirror and stepped out of her car. She opened the back door to let Penny out of her seat.

“Are you ready to visit Gabby, baby?” she asked the four-year-old.

“Yes, Mommy. We have fun together.”

“I’m glad you do.”

Rosa lifted the round-faced girl into her arms. She was the spitting image of her mother—those same big blue eyes and curly blond hair. Rosa had relied too much on those good looks in high school, throwing herself at boys and compromising her self-respect. She was ashamed now of the way she’d acted, especially toward Jason. She prayed every day her daughter would make better decisions than she had.

They approached the front steps of the white and blue rancher. The door opened, and Gabby stood there with a friendly smile. She wore a cute, dark blue romper that screamed city girl, but the flannel shirt—which Rosa was quite sure belonged to Jason—spoke of her small town roots. She was cute. She’d grown up.

“Hi, Rosa,” she greeted. Her tone was pleasant enough, but Rosa knew she still wasn’t comfortable around her. “And hello, Penny.” She smiled warmly and tugged gently on the little girl’s hair.

“Hi, Gabby.” Penny squirmed, and Rosa let her down, smoothing the little yellow dress her daughter wore before letting her run inside to play.

The two women were left standing alone together. Rosa was a pro at seeming confident, even when she wasn’t. Gabby never had been. Her hazel eyes flitted nervously between Rosa and the door. Neither of them knew what to say. Rosa held nothing against Gabby, but that didn’t mean it was easy to see her standing in the doorway of her old home. And she was sure it was just as difficult for Gabby to see her boyfriend’s ex-wife standing in the doorway of her new home.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” Gabby asked.

Rosa blinked. She hadn’t expected that. She knew Gabby only said it to break the awkward silence. She expected Rosa to politely decline and be on her merry way. But Rosa didn’t have the desire to make it that easy. They were in this together, no matter how awkward it was, and they needed to be able to sit down and have a cup of coffee together.

“Sure,” she agreed.

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I am so glad you could join us here at RomanceJunkies. To start, will you please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

Thanks for having me! This week, I’m celebrating the release of Rosa’s Story, the second book in the Westridge trilogy. This week only, the first novella in the series (Westridge) is free on Amazon. The third book, Caitlin’s Story, is due out in early November.

 

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

I guess I’ve always known I would write, but I never considered trying to make it a profession until I was in college. I wrote a piece of erotic fiction, submitted it to a contest, and won $100. So I kept writing and submitting. Now I can’t stop! :)

 

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

 I found the best writing advice in Stephen King’s On Writing. I recommend the book to everyone, writer or not. The line that sticks with me the most is something like (not an exact quote at all) “Do you need me to give you a badge that says ‘writer’ before you’ll believe you are one?” It reminds me that I don’t need others to validate me.

 

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

This is a tough question. I believe the perfect hero depends on the heroine. Gabby from Westridge had to end up with Jason. She’s insecure and a bit neurotic by nature, and his strong and steady personality balances her perfectly. Rosa from Rosa’s Story needed a different kind of man, one who could match her strength and passion, and she found that in Dylan. Dylan would never work for Gabby, and Jason–as we already found out–would never work for Rosa.

My perfect hero is, of course, my husband. ;)

 

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

 Reading and writing, of course, and Pinterest takes up a lot of time these days. I’m attempting to do a DIY Christmas this year, so I’m looking forward to all the crafting! I’m also part of a board game club.

 

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

I went to Germany with my husband last year. It was kind of scary being in a different country where I didn’t speak the language, but he knew enough to get by and I had an awesome time. I can’t wait to go overseas with him again. I’m pulling for Ireland this time. But Germany was great. We met so many interesting people, stayed in some great hotels, and we used the train to get around so we got to see a fair bit of the countryside.

 

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

Real or fictional? Because I would pick Middle Earth in a heartbeat. ;)

 

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’ve just recently become more adventurous. I went to wine tastings every month for a while, and we would get a small plate of some fancy/exotic food with each glass of wine. And most of it was really good! So I’ve learned to branch out a bit more. :)

 

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

 My husband cleaning the house, cooking dinner, and then watching a movie together.

 

How would your family and friends describe you?

I would imagine “bubbly hippie” or something similar. I’m optimistic, I like nature, and I wear flip-flops until there is snow on the ground. :)

 

What is your favorite comfort food?

 Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Because I’m guessing coffee doesn’t count as a food…

 

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

Fall! I love it when the weather turns cool and breezy. There’s something about the smell of it, too. Crisp and clean. It also means the holidays (and my birthday!) are approaching!

 

What project are you working on next?

After Caitlin’s Story, I’ll be rereleasing my futuristic romance, The System, and working on its sequel. But I know that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so I’ve also got a full-length, standalone contemporary romance novel in the works for early 2015.

 

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

To keep updated on blog appearances and new releases, like Heather Lin on Facebook, follow @heatherlin88 on Twitter, and check out http://www.heatherlin.com.

It’s in His Kiss by Jill Shalvis

August 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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A clip from the audio edition of IT’S IN HIS KISS can be downloaded here: https://soundcloud.com/hachetteaudio/its-in-his-kiss-jill-shalvis

 

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Book Summary:

ONE KISS CAN LAST FOREVER

Becca Thorpe has uprooted her life and escaped to the beach. Now’s her chance to get away from city living, throw caution to the ocean winds, and live in the moment. Especially if the moment includes the deliciously sexy surfer she meets shortly after arriving in Lucky Harbor. Something about the dark intensity of Sam’s eyes and the thrill she gets at his touch convinces her to stay awhile. Boatbuilder and investment genius Sam Brody is a self-made man who knows how dangerous it can be to mix business and pleasure. But he can’t resist offering Becca a job just to hear her laugh and have her near. Yet when her brother comes to town asking for help, will he tempt her back to her glamorous life in the city? Or do Sam and little Lucky Harbor have a chance to win Becca’s heart?

Buy your copy today!

http://www.amazon.com/Its-Kiss-Lucky-Harbor-novel/dp/1455529524/ref=sr_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409060628&sr=1-11&keywords=Jill+Shalvis

 

 

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Jill’s Bio:

New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures. You can learn more about Jill at: JillShalvis.com Twitter @jillshalvis

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Author Vanessa North

August 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Hi everyone! I’m Vanessa North, and I’m touring this week to talk about my new release, Double Up: how it got started, a scene that almost happened, and the sport of wakeboarding–how it influenced me, why I love it so much, and how it shaped the characters in the story.

Join me on the tour and leave a comment on this post to enter the giveaway for a $15 Riptide Gift Card! Be sure to include your email address in the comment so that I can contact you if you win! I’ll be drawing the winner at the end of the blog tour.

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Knowing he’s loved can make any man fly.

Fifteen years ago, Ben Warren was a wakeboarding champion: king of big air, ballsy tricks, and boned grabs. Until a career-ending injury left him broken in ways he still has no hope of fixing. Now he takes his thrills where he can get them, and tries not to let life hurt too much.

Then Davis Fox arrives in Ben’s sporting goods store with a plan to get in touch with his estranged brother by competing in the annual wakeboarding double-up contest. The catch? He’s never ridden before. It’s crazy, but Ben’s a sucker for the guy’s sob story—and for his dimples, too—so he agrees to coach Davis.

Davis is everything Ben isn’t: successful, confident, and in love with life. And he wants Ben to love life—and him—too. But before Ben can embrace a future with Davis, he needs to remember how to hope.

About the Author

 Author of over a dozen novels, novellas, and short stories, Vanessa North delights in giving happy-ever-afters to characters who don’t think they deserve them. Relentless curiosity led her to take up knitting and run a few marathons “just to see if she could.” She started writing for the same reason. Her very patient husband pretends not to notice when her hobbies take over the house. Living and writing in Northwest Georgia, she finds her attempts to keep a quiet home are frequently thwarted by twin boy-children and a very, very large dog.

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BREATHE by Kristen Ashley

August 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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BREATHE by Kristen Ashley

(August 26, 2014; Forever Mass Market; $7.00)

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There’s nothing like the first time . . .  In Carnal, Colorado, Faye Goodknight is the town’s quiet, shy librarian. She may also be Carnal’s last remaining virgin. For years, Faye has had a crush on Chace Keaton, but the gorgeous cop has always been unattainable. She’s resigned to live contentedly with only her books for company—until Faye suddenly meets Chace alone in the woods . . .  Chace doesn’t think he’s the good guy everyone believes him to be. He’s made a lot of choices he regrets, including denying his feelings for Faye. Through his choices, he’s come to believe the pretty librarian is too good for him, but after their time in the woods, Chace realizes that she may be his last chance for redemption. Soon, their long simmering desires grow to a burning passion. Yet always casting a shadow over their happiness is Chace’s dark past . . .

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About the author:

Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

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Meet Author SC Ellington

August 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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~*~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~*~

 S.C. Ellington is an up and coming author who enjoys expressing her creativity through frequently writing adult, contemporary romance novels that readers can relate to, but more importantly, enjoy.

Aside from writing, Ellington enjoys curling up with her e-reader and absorbing herself in novels loaded with emotion, desire, and passion. She also likes to spend sunny, wistful afternoons, in her hammock thinking up new ideas for great stories.

Ellington currently resides on the west coast with her beautiful family and loving friends.

 

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~*~SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS~*~

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7265096.S_C_Ellington

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The Husband Hazard by Vivien Paige

August 24, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Blurb

Olivia Adams has her life plan all figured out. One, answer a call-out for a bride from a billionaire. Two, dazzle the billionaire into proposing to her. Three, put the smile back on her mother’s face when she takes her place as the gold-tipped social butterfly she once was eight years ago.

Cakewalk.

Except for one infuriating, delectable, six-foot-three glitch.

For as long as he can remember, Matthew Kane has planned to take down his father. If he annoys his half-brother in the process by amusing himself with the girl he wants to marry—bonus. However, the madder the sweet little gold-digger gets at him for interfering with her scheme to snatch the billionaire, the more he wants her.

Buy the book on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Husband-Hazard-Vivien-Paige-ebook/dp/B00LNMMYE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1404988703&sr=8-1&keywords=vivien+paige

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“Well, well, well,” Matthew Kane murmured to himself. So, this was the lucky Olivia Kelly Adams in the flesh, the soon-to-be bride of Victor Meyer, prodigy son of none other than software giant Horace Meyer himself.

Since Matthew had taken a personal interest—although to an outsider it probably looked more like an obsession—in the Meyers’ lives the last fifteen years or so, Victor’s attempt at marriage hadn’t fazed Matthew much. He smirked at the numerous reports about Victor Meyer, landing on his desk. The dreamy bachelor—some starry-eyed daytime talk-show host’s words, not his—had put out an international call for a bride. The handsome twenty-seven-year-old—again, not his words—thought he’d reached the point in his life where he wanted to settle down. Produce heirs to one day take over MeyerTech, the mammoth computer company he ran alongside his father.

So, the crème-de-la-crème with their daughters had attended a fancy lunch hosted by Victor’s mother where he had his choice of beautiful women. Matthew had remained unconcerned throughout it all until he glimpsed a photograph of what could be Victor’s future wife. Then he couldn’t help himself, he needed to see her for himself. That she’d be catching a flight from Cape Town to Johannesburg suited him fine because, suddenly, so would he. Sitting next to her had cost him nothing but a small bribe—his phone number.

The scent of her skin, a mingling of baby powder blended with rose-scented soap, lingered on his hands. He couldn’t stop from messing around with the gorgeous gold digger hoping to plant her nails into the good old fortune of the Meyers, no less. She intrigued him.

Tilting his head to the side, he peered at her sitting rock-rigid beside him, still amused at how she’d flown out of his lap back into her seat. Her dark hair, a wild river of fragrant tresses, covered her face from his view. She hugged the voluptuous dress to her chest. He remembered what seemed to have been paw prints on her white shirt.

He grinned when he thought how stunned she’d been to find herself in his lap.

 

SEXY BOOKS BLOG TOUR INTERVIEW

 In five words please describe your writing style:

Passionate, crazy, enthusiastic, dillydallyish, fun.     

 Top three favorite titles (books or movies):  

 So hard to choose! But Pride and Prejudice is definitely top of my list, the book and the movie. I love The Hobbit, Jane Eyre, anything by Dostoevsky. Gillian Flynn gives me a good scare, love her. Loretta Chase’s Lord of Scoundrels – a book I keep reading.

 Do your leading characters come from any place in particular?      

 Yes – my head! :)

 What do you do in your down time?     

 Downtime? Even when I’m not writing I’m still thinking about writing all the time! But I do love being with my family. Read – I have a TBR pile as high as a mountain. I watch movies, or have series marathons.

 Top five snacks while writing:       

 Nuts Pumpkin seeds Strawberries Air-popped popcorn I should add all the above comes with chocolate!

 What’s your writing process?

 I pantster my way furiously to chapter four or five, realize it isn’t working, plot desperately, right myself, carry on pantstering, plot, rinse, repeat :)

 Talk to us about your book, what is your favorite part or character?     

 Matthew is my favorite character. I enjoyed writing about his first meeting with Olivia. She was so flustered by him.

 What is the craziest thing you have ever done?   

 Umm…I’m not allowed to say? ;)

 

Bio

Vivien Paige has been eagerly consuming romance novels since her early teens. Strong, dark alpha heroes. Cute, feisty heroines. Combustible, emotional roller-coaster rides to a splendid happy ever after. Perfect! That’s what makes her such an awesome wife…well depending on who you ask :) Now she writes her own romance novels too.

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Website: www.vivienpaige.com

Twitter: @VivienPaige

Facebook: facebook.com/vivienpaige

 

OPERATION PARIS by Misty Evans

August 22, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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:::Giveaway – Misty is giving away one digital copy of Operation Sheba, Book 1 in the Super Agent Series at each blog stop. To enter leave a comment. And don’t forget to leave your email addy or check back to see if you won:::

 

OPERATION PARIS by Misty Evans

 Series:                         Super Agents (#2)

Release Date:             August 4, 2014 (original release date of March 2009 as I’d Rather Be In Paris)

Genre:                         Romantic Suspense

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Book Summary:

 CIA operative Zara Morgan—codename Tango—has a reputation in Conrad Flynn’s secret army as a renegade. Once held at gunpoint by terrorist Alexandrov Dmitri, she was seconds from saving herself and arresting Dmitri when Lt. Commander Lawson Vaughn, the sexy leader of a covert ops team, intervened. She’s never lived down the fact that everyone—including her boss—believes Lawson is her knight in shining armor.

Former Navy man Lawson Vaughn doesn’t consider himself anyone’s savior. He lives and breathes protocol and hates the fact that his latest assignment is to babysit Zara while she hunts down Dmitri and stops the terrorist from releasing a biological weapon on the world.

But from the time they touch down in Paris, Lawson can’t resist Zara’s sassy attitude and dauntless bravery in the face of danger. When Dmitri kidnaps Zara and injects her with the contagious and deadly virus, Lawson is once again forced to come to her rescue, whether she likes it or not.

With unflinching determination and steadfast courage, Lawson must break all the rules to save Zara, even if it means becoming the one thing he can’t stand…a renegade.

  

Excerpt from Operation Paris

“What are you so pissed about?”

“I’m not pissed!” As Zara’s voice rang inside the car, she forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down.

“I’m just having a really, really bad night.”

Lawson got out of the car and came over to her side. He opened the door and pulled her out of the seat, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

She looked into his face, and without warning, burst into tears.

Mortified at her lack of control, she brushed Lawson’s hands off her shoulders and walked to the rear of the car. The tears rolled down her cheeks, and she pressed the sleeve of the robe to her face in an attempt to hide them.

“Hey.” He came up behind her and rubbed her back. “It’s not that bad. I’ve been in a lot tighter situations than this.”

She shrugged his hand off. “You just killed two people and you think I’m overreacting?”

Lights from a passing car touched his face. He guided her to the other side of the Audi and leaned her back against the passenger-side door, planting his hands on either side of her.

“I didn’t say you were overreacting.” He dropped his face close to hers. “Yvette was going to kill you, plain and simple. I took care of her before she could do the job. At that point, it became necessary to stop Giovanni as well. If I’d left him alive, he could have followed us or reported back to Yvette’s friends and then we’d have a classic Chinese goatfuck.”

His gaze traced over her face. “Right now, we’ve dodged the police and whoever may follow up on Yvette’s death. We need to get on the road again before we call any more attention to ourselves, and I need to make contact with Langley.”

Zara wiped at her eyes again, took a breath and regrouped. As she was driving, her brain had red-flagged a couple things Yvette had said. “I think Yvette was tied in with the same group Varina Scalfaro is running for the Mafia. She kept talking about her clients and her business partner. I don’t think Yvette’s playing mistress for a handful of rich men solely for her own gain. I think she was actually running a prostitution ring in partnership with someone else, probably Varina.” She hated herself for what she was about to say. “And in that case, I’m not sure what Director Flynn has up his sleeve.”

In the deep shadows of the night, Lawson nodded. “We just ran out of people we can trust, didn’t we?”

“What are we going to do?”

Lawson eased her to him. “Shhh. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying, you moron.” She smacked his chest and attempted to push him away at the same time. Although she wasn’t sure why she was pushing him away. She felt better when he was close. “I had dinner all planned out. We were going to go someplace nice, but not too fancy, because I knew you wouldn’t like that, and…and… Damn it!”

Lawson smiled down at her. “So we have to take a rain check on the dinner thing. The mission isn’t over yet. We’ve still got time.”

“But I wanted to do it in Paris, and now we’re fugitives on the run from there. We can’t go back. Not even for dinner.”

He pushed a stray hair away from her face and hooked it behind her ear. “When the mission is over, our names will be cleared. We’ll have a proper dinner anywhere you want then, okay?”

She studied his expression in the dark shadows of the night. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to placate me. After the mission is over, we won’t be partners anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have dinner.”

Her pulse tripped over a couple of beats. “You want to have dinner with me after the assignment is over?”

He lowered his face and leaned his forehead on hers. “Jesus. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours trying to come up with an excuse to do just that.”

“We don’t even like each other.”

He brushed her lips with his in response.

A jolt of electricity shot all the way down to her toes. This could not be happening. “You are bent, Lawson Vaughn,” she said, smacking his chest again.

“Then we make a good pair.”

This time, his lips were more insistent against hers, demanding and possessive. Zara closed her eyes and kissed him back. One of his hands went to the small of her back, and he drew her in close to his body, pressing her against the car frame and sinking his other hand into her hair.

He held her head as he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, and she let go of the last of her hesitation and ahhed into his mouth. She ran her hands under his jacket, and the solid muscles of his back tightened under her palms. Rising up on her toes, she pulled their bodies even closer.

She wanted to forget about Yvette and Giovanni. She wanted to forget about being on the run from the police and whoever Yvette worked for. She wanted to forget she and Lawson were running out of people to trust.

At that moment, in the darkness of the French countryside, she wanted to forget all of it, to give up control and forget about everything except the tough, sexy man holding her close.

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About the Author

USA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

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