Saturday, October 27, 2018

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Six lonely hearts, five days and a whole lot of mistletoe
Christmas, a time when dreams come true, finds six lonely singles tricked into spending the holiday in a romantic cabin in the heart of Washington’s snowy Snoqualmie Pass.
Dr. Will Colson, an ornery, overworked ER doctor, longs to get away and ignore the holiday, and Amber Roth, a feisty contractor with a chip on her shoulder, has a secret she’s kept for much too long. Then there’s Rowan Briggs, a talented chef who doesn’t know when to shut his trap, and brilliant author Juniper Davis, who’s almost given up on love. Entrepreneur Hunter Kingsley simply wants to fill her empty heart and go on an adventure, and finally, there’s Austin Masters, the nerdy scientist with a penchant for fire and a bumbling awkwardness that always lands him in a tight spot.
Sparks fly and secrets are revealed during their five days together, but it’s more than holiday whimsy and the spirit of the season that have their hearts aflutter. This year, Christmas magic – and sizzling attraction – might lead them to their true love, who could be right in front of them, standing beneath the mistletoe.
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Piper Valentine knows all too well that life is short. Off to Peru to heal after a grievous loss, she finds more than solace in the hot, charismatic travel journalist sitting across from her on the airplane. Derrick King’s had a brush with death, too, but he has no idea that he’ll face it again—and again—after giving in to his instant attraction to Piper. Their journey to the top of the world, filled with parties, humor, and fun, is turned topsy-turvy as they’re pursued by mysterious gunmen.
Determined to reach Machu Picchu and fulfill her promise to her dead husband, Piper finds that having Derrick along makes her feel safer, even as his lust for her endangers her heart. She’s never found another man so sensual, and with danger on their trail, they keep ending up in each other’s arms. Derrick’s a man with needs—and secrets. Will Piper find strength in surrender? And can Derrick find a way to believe in a future—for both of them?
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Part 2

 Two hearts… one marriage… an unbreakable bond?
They say that in marriage there’s a seven-year itch. Where the passion fizzles, the arguments take over and the kids are all-consuming. Amy and Garret Banks are seven years into a love so raw, so real, so incredible that when things start to go south, they’re both left feeling as though they’re treading water with weights on. That they’ll never find their way back to the surface and be able to rekindle the passion they once had for each other.
Secrets and lies, exes and bitter rejection plow through this once perfect union wreaking havoc and causing an upheaval that no one is sure they’ll get out of.
Can Amy and Garret find their way back to one another, build up the trust and reignite the fire before the flame goes out and they’re both left singed, scarred and all alone?
Part 1
One marriage … a second chance at love
Eight years ago their love was instantaneous, all-consuming and intense. Garret Banks had to have Amy Shaw the moment he met her, and no one thought the flame would ever go out.
Now, they have everything they’ve ever wanted: great careers, a beautiful baby, and a rock-solid marriage. Or do they? Garret’s high-stress architectural job is taking its toll. Amy’s predicaments would be hilarious if they didn’t make her want to cry. And to make matters worse, her ex is back in the picture, demanding answers about the wild passion she left behind — answers she isn’t willing to give. 
Garret and Amy grab quick, dirty sex while they can, but in between mommy wars, annoying in-laws, sleep deprivation and fears of betrayal, their marriage is put to the test time and time again. Once they were sure love conquers all, but how far can one marriage bend before it snaps?

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Once Upon a Rebel Fairytale - New Release

It’s release day. Once Upon a Rebel’s release is finally here. If you’ve been waiting until today to purchase it, wait no longer. My own book, A Prince of Her Own is included in the 25-book set.

A Prince of Her Own

Her magic is weak. His is strong.
Her blood is pure. His is not.
She must marry another. He can love no other.

One last night of freedom and then Aileene must marry. Her duty is clear. It doesn’t allow for a man, half-human, half-guardian, whose love she must deny.

Convincing Aileene to live among humans is next to impossible, but Brand is determined to change her mind—until he discovers that she’s become the center of a twisted plot for revenge. The truth to be found in a forest glade where twelve princes dance into the wee hours of the morning may be the only thing that can bring them together.

Once Upon a Rebel Fairytale

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Cinderella has a dark secret. The Little Mermaid loses more than her voice. And Little Red Riding Hood isn't so little anymore.

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Inside these pages, you'll find 25 action-packed fairytale retellings that rebel against tradition, from dark and gritty paranormal romances to sexy and thrilling supernatural fantasies. 

The princesses, queens, kings, and villains of your childhood return in these adrenaline-spiking spins on your favorite bedtime tales.

But reader beware: these fairytales are not for the faint of heart.

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  • New York Times bestselling author, Jamie Campbell
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  • Liz Gavin
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Friday, October 19, 2018

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It’ll take a tough woman to win this Hard Hart…

Krista Matthews, a hard-headed, hard-fighting rookie cop, is determined to prove herself on the force. It’s not just a man’s world anymore and she'll show them all she’s up to the challenge, even if it means putting up with the advances from her lecherous mentor, Myles Slade. However, Brock is even more stubborn than she is, he’s all male, all alpha—and whether she likes it or not he’s made keeping her safe his number one priority. He doesn't realize she doesn't need protection; she can take of herself and then some.

Brock Hart, bodyguard and retired special operative, has never known anyone like Krista. Ever since their first meeting, when she pulled him over for speeding, he’s been drawn to her. She infuriates him, challenges him, and has gotten under his skin in a way no woman ever has. He’s kept people at arm’s length all his life for good reason, but Krista won’t stand for it. She wants to know everything about him, and that puts him on edge. But one drunken night together changes everything. Their worlds are rocked, and Brock’s quiet, introverted life is threatened forever. Which may be exactly what he needs. 

Chapter 1
“Come on!” Krista Matthews screeched as she hammered her palms on the steering wheel of her dark green 1993 Toyota Tercel. “Start, you motherfucker. Starrrrrrrt!”
She turned the ignition off and then on again, but the car did nothing besides groan and sputter and trick her into thinking it was going to start.
The clock on the dash told her she was going to be late. She glanced up at the elderly man coming out of the house in front of her. Nearly bent double, poor Mr. Geller was nearly ninety, and he still refused to use a walker.
 Said his cane was just fine, even though the way he hobbled down the wet gravel driveway toward her said he should probably be in a wheelchair, not just using a walker. He lifted his cane and tapped on her window, rain dripping down over the hood of his forest-green rain jacket.
“Mornin’, Constable. Battery?” he asked with a smile.
Krista blew the dark red curls off her forehead and nodded. “I think so.”
“You need me to jump you?”
Oh, Mr. Geller, if only you were a few decades younger and not married to Mrs. Geller, I’d be all over that.
The twinkle in his soft gray eyes said he was fully aware of his innuendo.
Rolling her eyes with an amused chuckle, she nodded.
He toddled over to his beat-up old Ford. Within seconds, he had pulled it up in front of her car and was popping the hood. She did the same with her vehicle and watched as he deftly hooked up his truck to her car. He craned his head around her hood and gave her a drippy-faced nod.
Praying, with eyes shut and crossed fingers, Krista turned the key one more time.
Thank the elderly landlord, it worked. The car was alive.
It was alive!
Mr. Geller slammed her hood shut moments later and gave her a wave, telling her to git as he knew she was probably already late for work. She waved back at him with a big, thankful smile and was on her way up the driveway toward the station.
Fifteen minutes late for work, soaking wet from the run from her car to the police station, and with an earache that seemed to be a direct result of that nasty wind that had picked up overnight, Krista poured herself a cup of coffee in the breakroom at six fifteen in the morning. She prayed her partner and mentor had called in sick.
No such luck.
Today was not her day for luck.
She smelled him before she saw him. Heard him before she felt him. That disgusting body spray he seemed to bathe in. And the laugh that managed to make all the other women at the detachment swoon. To Krista, he just sounded like a creepy clown getting ready to peel off her face. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she turned him down, declined his advances or politely but firmly told him no; he still thought he could wear her down and she’d sleep with him or, at the very least, grab a drink.
Like it was some rite of passage to have sex with your superior when you became a cop, or at least a female cop. She knew that it wasn’t. He was making shit up. Using every lame reason in his arsenal to get into another rookie’s pants. But so far, nothing had worked. No man had been in Krista’s pants in quite some time, and no way in hell was she ending her dry spell with Myles Slade, king of the douchebags.
Three of them had started at the detachment around the same time, all of them women. Only Krista was left on Myles’s list of women to vanquish. To cajole and coerce into his bed. So it made sense why he was so interested in her. She was the last one. He needed to get her into bed to complete the hat-trick.
Both Wendy and Marlise hadn’t gone into too much detail about their time with Myles; in fact, neither of them wanted to talk about it at all. They just shrugged it off. Said it was a night after drinks at the bar and that the man held their futures, their careers, in the palm of his hand, including making their rookie lives a complete nightmare. It was just easier to put up, shut up and move on.
The man made Krista sick. He literally made her head hurt and gut churn the moment he walked into a room. And it was as though he had some sixth sense about where she was, because Myles always managed to put himself between her and a doorway. Managed to position himself between her and escape.
“Ready to go?” he asked with a disgusting purr to his voice, coming up behind her, popping her personal space bubble with his body.
With flared nostrils, a grunt of disdain and rolled shoulders, she turned away from him. He’d only been in the room for half a second, and already he had her feeling uncomfortable and claustrophobic. She hated that he’d manipulated his way into being her trainer. She missed Janice.
“Yep,” she piped, determined not to let him see her flinch. He always got mad when he thought she was deliberately avoiding him, and then enraged when she’d turn him down. Only instead of taking the hint that she wasn’t interested, he’d press on as though she were simply playing hard to get and treating it all like a game. While in reality, where Krista lived, it was anything but a game.
He’d gone so far as to request to train her, and since he seemed to have the staff sergeant wrapped around his finger, Myles got away with pretty much anything, and Krista was stuck with the predator as a mentor.
“All right.” Myles rubbed his hands together, a maniacal gleam in his eye. “Well, move it. We want to get a move on. We’re going to go patrol the highway later today. Set up a roadblock for a bit and maybe a speed trap. Write some citations.” He went to smack her butt, but at the last second, Staff Sergeant Wicks walked by, so he let his hand travel past her hip and land on the table.
“Everything okay in here?” the staff sergeant asked, wandering into the small staff kitchen.
“Everything’s just peachy, sir,” Myles said with a serpentine smile. “Matthews and I are on highway patrol today. Friday at four o’clock on a weekend is sure to nab us a few speeders.” Myles was all grins. It didn’t help that he looked like one might expect a serial killer to look. And not like the type of serial killer that hides in a dark alley or storm drain and uses a machete to hack their victims into tiny bite-size pieces.
Myles Slade was the kind of serial killer that was handsome. His smile was almost too big and too perfect for his face, and his features were masculine and sharp. Tall and blond with square shoulders and a round face. It was easy to see why several the women at the precinct fawned over him. And his cheeks held that forever rosy glow, liked he’d just come in from the cold outdoors.
But none of that mattered when you looked into his eyes. They were the eyes of a predator. The eyes of the devil. So brown they were almost black. You couldn’t see the pupil—ever. Not even in a dim room or under a lamp could you find the pupil. It ceased to exist. More often than not, Krista found herself turning away from his stare, avoiding eye contact at any cost, because the longer she held his gaze, the more it felt as though Lucifer himself was staring back at her. Soulless, vacuous holes—demon eyes.
 “Good, good.” Wicks chuckled. His eyes briefly flicked to Myles, and Krista almost missed it, but there was a hint of what looked almost like unease there before he masked it with a big smile. “All right, well, be safe out there.” And with a nod and smile so fake not even the coffee maker was believing it, he left the room.
“Is this everything for you?” the teenybopper with overdone eye makeup behind the checkout asked. “You managed to find everything you were looking for okay?”
Brock Hart grunted, nodded and tossed cash onto the counter and then, without even waiting for the receipt, headed out the door to his big black pickup truck. Why was he so angry about a burned-out headlight? It happened to everyone, and yet for some reason, the inconvenience of it had him seeing red.
Though if you asked those closest to Brock, they’d all say the man only seemed to see the world in various shades of red. And not the rose-colored glasses kind of red. More like the “I hate the world and everyone in it” kind of red.
He pulled out of the parking lot and gunned it onto the road, hitting the highway in no time, where he really let the rage inside flow. Weaving in and out of traffic like a Formula One driver. Horsepower and metal his to command. The windshield wipers were on full bore and the roads were slick from the sudden rainstorm. They still had a week or so left of summer, but fall seemed to be rearing its ugly head early.
He noticed the speed trap up ahead easily enough. Enough cars had flashed their lights as a warning, so with another grumble, his big size thirteens applied pressure to the brake before he tossed on the cruise control.
Snorting, he shook his head. She was right out in plain sight, way, way up ahead, radar gun pointed directly at oncoming traffic. Anyone coming toward her would see her and have time to slow down before she got a read on their speed. Heavy rain and gray sky be damned, she was easy to spot.
Must be a noob.
 She stood on the side of the road with her hip cocked and the radar gun pointed directly at his truck.
Better luck next time, sweetheart.
Then she waved him over.
What the fuck.
He glanced behind him. She couldn’t be waving him over. He was going the speed limit. Had been for the last eight seconds. But when he looked back, she snagged his eye and pointed at him. Directly at him, ordering him to pull over.
What the fuck. He’d never been pulled over before.
He slowed down and pulled over, bringing his window down in the process, ready to educate her on her error, when he came face to face with sex in a uniform. All dark red hair tucked up into a no-nonsense bun and the most piercing blue eyes he’d ever seen. And the body, holy jeez, if she looked half as good out of her uniform as she did in it, any man privileged enough to take her to bed wouldn’t last long.
Where the fuck were these thoughts coming from?
“Good afternoon, sir. License and registration, please.” Her voice was like smooth chocolate, but there was also a slight tremor to it.
Did he make her nervous?  Was this her first ticket? Was he going to pop her ticket cherry? He handed her his license and then dug the registration out of the glove compartment.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going … Mr. Hart?” she asked, the shake still in her voice and now in her hands as she continued to avert her eyes and read over his information.
“In fact, I do. I had the cruise control on.”
Her head snapped up from the registration, and her perfect little mouth widened. “You did? How fast did you have it set at?”
“The speed limit … of course.”
She grabbed the radar gun out from under her arm and studied it intently, as if it were a piece of scripture and she was trying to quickly commit it to memory. Brock raised his eyebrows patiently, getting a kick out of how clearly flustered this little champion for justice was getting.
She appeared cold. Water dripped off the brim of her hat and tips of her lashes, and her cheeks burned a bright pink. He remembered cold, wet nights out in the field on missions. All was well until his underwear got wet. Once his drawers weren’t dry then he was a more miserable fucker than normal.
She narrowed her eyes and looked back up at him. “I’ll be right back.” Then she stalked off toward her patrol car, his license and registration still in her hand.
All part of the scare tactic. Make ’em sweat.
Brock knew the drill.
Not that he’d ever been pulled over before, despite his need for speed, but he’d been in the passenger seat enough times with friends who were pulled over to know she was going to take her sweet-ass time coming back.
She hoped to come back to a truck where a frazzled driver waited. Ready to confess that he had indeed been speeding, had jaywalked yesterday and may or may not have a dead body in the back of the cab.
But Brock Hart was no ordinary man.
No ordinary driver.
It took more than being pulled over for speeding and waiting for a cop—a hot cop no less—to rattle his nerves. So instead he simply watched the headlights of the oncoming traffic and the rain bead down the passenger window in meandering rivers.
To his surprise, she didn’t make him wait. Within three minutes, she was swaying her saucy little hips back to the truck, a smug smirk on those sensuous lips.
She glanced down at his license and then back up at him. Yeah, he didn’t look at all like his picture. His buzz cut had grown out a bit, he had what his mother called “a permanent five o’clock shadow” on his jaw, and his face had filled out a bit. That picture felt like a lifetime ago. Taken just days after he’d returned from his final mission overseas. The only thing that would never change were his green eyes.
She squinted at him and then back down at his driver’s license again. “You may not have been speeding, Mr. Hart. It would appear I mistook you for the car behind you, but your headlight is out and that’s a”—she began filling out the citation on her citation pad—“sixty-dollar fine.” She licked her lips and swallowed a few times.
He smiled, a real rarity for him, but for some reason this woman pulled it from him. “All right, but just so you know, generally, a blown headlight usually results in a verbal warning, at the very most a written warning.”
Her head jerked, and she nearly dropped her pen. “You a cop?”
He shook his head and shrugged. “No. But I know how it goes.” He enjoyed the dash of red that raced across her face. “Plus, I’m heading home right now to go change it.” He grabbed it off the passenger seat and held it up. “This is the new light right here. And if you issue me the ticket, I can just dispute it in court once it’s fixed.”
She looked like she was about to puke. “Did you keep your receipt?”
A big ol’ lie.
She puffed up her chest, pushing her breasts toward him, and he couldn’t stop himself. As hard as he tried to keep his eyes on her face, he let them fall to the name plate on her chest for just a second, Constable K. Matthews. She caught him looking and made a noise in her throat, which forced his eyes to fly back up to hers. Her jaw was clenched firm, and the flush that had been snaking its way up her neck and cheeks now worked its way into her hairline. The woman was the color of a poppy.
“Listen, don’t tell me how to do my job. Yes, a warning is typical, but if I want to issue you a fine, I will.”
He liked her fire.
He bit the inside of his cheek. He was determined not to smirk if it killed him. “Sorry, officer.”
She huffed, a little bit of wind appearing to have re-entered her sails. Her blue eyes glowed in an oncoming headlight. “Just get out of here … and it’s constable.” The last part was whispered so low he could hardly hear her. She handed him back his information and, without looking back, headed toward her car.
Brock shifted in his seat, the half-chub in his pants twitching uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
Well, that was weird.
For some strange reason, as he pulled back out into traffic, he felt lighter, less angry. The red in his vision was less scarlet and more of a burnt orange, kind of like Constable Matthews’s hair …

Wednesday, October 17, 2018


Book One


Mekhi didn't want to deal with the construction owner her crew. His beast was undecided if he should kill her or not, but you don't always get what you want.

Quinn didn't want to deal with with the male on the other end of the phone. However, he had a job, and she had a crew that needed work.

Neither was what the other expected, but they couldn't deny the attraction.

The pain in his eyes made her want to reach out and hold him. The threat on her life made him protective. The closer they get the more likely they are to fall in love until they realize the threat was real.

Now they were in a race against time to save Quinn's life, but was she the only one in danger? Love and romance hang in the balance as unknown assailants try to shut them up.

Adult content 18 and older

Chapter One:

Quinn drummed her fingers against the desk while the phone rang. Her office was small, which was another word for crammed. She had a desk big enough for her working needs and filing cabinets, but that was it. There were also two chairs taking up her limited space, but it was hers, and she was proud of it.


“Hi, this is Quinn from Quinn's Construction. I’m returning a call I received about doing an outside kitchen.”

“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”



“My construction company is just as good as any run by or staffed by men. You called me that means you know I can get the job done.”

“What does your sex have to do with it?”

“Why did you call if all you wanted to do was play around? I’m a business with real bills and actual employees to pay.”

She hung up the phone not hanging her head until she was sure the line was dead. The loan she took out would soon be gone, and if she didn’t get real work, she’d not only be in debt, she wouldn’t have a company.

This was the twenty-first century. How could people still hold such outdated beliefs? Construction was a man’s job. She cut her teeth on construction work. Her dad named this business after her and raised her to take over for him.

Her phone rang, she took several deep breaths composing herself before she answered it.

“Quinn’s Construction, how can I help you?” She needed a secretary, but she wouldn’t hire one because she wasn’t sure she could pay him or her.

“You called me and then hung up on me. I won’t tell you how rude that was. I asked a question. What does your sex have to do with your job?”

“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny. You, like most men, don’t think a woman can get the job done. I have been working this business day and night for two years. I know my stuff. Did I answer your question?”

“You did. I will expect you at this address at one pm sharp.” He rattled off the address before he hung up.

She sat there holding her phone, mouth open. This could be the break she needed.


“Slade!” Mekhi stormed into the house.

“What?” Slade pushed his hand through his hair to keep from reaching for his brother. Control, something that Mekhi didn’t have.

“You called that female construction worker.”

“What are you doing with my phone?”

“You left it outside; it rang, and I answered it. What did you think I was doing with it?”

“Did you tell her not to come?”

“No lecture from big brother? I told her to be here at one pm sharp. So, have everyone assembled.”

 He turned to walk away. “You might want to keep better track of this.” He threw the phone at Slade’s head and disappeared up the stairs.

The door shut behind him without a sound. He was exercising control when he wanted to take the room apart. The one thing he asked was for them not to call the female construction worker. Her name was Quinn.

His room was more of a suite. He had a large bedroom with an attached bathroom and walk-in closet. There was a living room as well as a den that he also used as an office. He lived in a mansion, and it did nothing to keep his anger under control.

Quinn, he’d never be able to forget that name or the voice that spoke it. He should have never called her back. Listening to her talk made him angry and enraged his beast. It also stirred a desire long dead. What was she doing on Earth? Why did she even exist? Should he kill her to put himself out of his pain?

His beast took over swapping bodies with him as he roared his rage. One glance at the mirror reminded him; he was broken. There was a time when his beast stood with pride, he had black fur that was healthy. Now he looked old and felt even older. His fur was thinner and non-existent in some spots. Broken. He forced the change back.

He grimaced as pain shot through his body. His beast was resisting, but he didn’t have a choice unless he wanted to be killed on sight. The thought of the news running stories that Bigfoot had been found and killed almost made him laugh. He didn’t look like that mythical creature, but he was sure that was what they would say he was.

The thought of imaginary monsters left him as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. All he needed to do was meet with her. He could accomplish that. He stood beneath the water making it as cold as it would go. When he saw her in person, heard her real voice, then he would know she meant nothing to him.

His beast was mistaken when he called her their mate. He would never mate, just like his brothers would spend their lives alone. Their eyes flashed in front of his face accusing him, calling him inadequate. He would never overcome what he allowed to happen. There would never be a way he could make up for it.

She’s ours his beast spoke, and we will claim her. He hoped his other side was wrong.


Quinn wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans. She looked down and realized she needed to take a quick shower before she went to her appointment. Her team had just finished up a project, and she worked as hard as they did. It was the last one they had on the books. Although she felt guilty, she sent them home a little early.

They deserved the time off, and she needed the relief of not having to pay them for a whole day. She would pay them for the full day anyway. That’s why she was failing according to her only male friend in the business. She had a heart, and that didn’t mix with money.

She left the office, locked up, and went to her truck.

“Answer.” She checked her earpiece out of habit to make sure it was secure.

“Hi baby, how are you?”

“I’m good mom. I have a possible job to do an outdoor kitchen. It’s not much, but it’s more than I had this morning.”

“I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not easy, but you’re doing it. If I can help in any way, let me know.”
Her mom made the same offer every month. There was no way she was taking the little money she received.

“I’m good mom. If something goes wrong, I’ll let you know. Do you know anything about the commercials?”

“What commercials?”

“Mine, the ones that are on television.”

“I’ve seen them; I’m so proud of you.”

“Mom, I tried to cancel them. They told me that they were paid for, so they have to run them.”

“They wouldn’t give you a refund?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what’s wrong I don’t understand.”

“Are you paying for the commercials to run?”

“You just told me you were not having financial troubles. Do you need my help?”

The concern in her mother’s voice overwhelmed her. It was her job to take care of her now that she was older.

“Everything’s okay mom, I must have just miscalculated.”

“If you’re sure dear.”

“I am. Mom, I just pulled in front of my place. I need a shower before I keep my appointment. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Kisses love.” Her mother hung up leaving her to sit in the truck in front of her small apartment.
Climbing out she grabbed her tool belt and walked inside. She was on the ground floor. It didn’t make her feel safe, but it was better than the alternative.

A loud meow greeted her at the door. “Hi, Tee.” She closed and locked the door before she bent down and picked up her cat.

“How was your day girl?” She yawned wide showing her teeth before she purred and rubbed her head against Quinn’s hand. “Someone wants rubs. She took a seat on the kitchen room chair and started rubbing her.

“You’ll have to get more later. I have a meeting with some hard-headed male who is going to let me construct his outdoor kitchen and pay me a decent price. No more being a pushover, I mean it. Keeping you in food and litter is expensive. Sometimes I think you eat more than I do.”

She dropped her cat and went into the bedroom to strip. “I need a shower; I stink.” It was a bad habit, but she talked to her cat like she understood every word.

 A job, she did a little jig in front of the mirror before stepping into a nice warm shower.

When she first took over her father’s business, she had plans to conquer the world. Now all she wanted to conquer was an office building or two. Even building someone their dream house would be nice. For now, she’d settle for one outdoor kitchen.

Saturday, October 13, 2018

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October 11-31

Kindle Fire 7 • Chocolate • Ebook Prize Packs • Amazon Gift Cards

Who doesn’t love Halloween? Scares from ghosts and winds rattling branches, and urban legends abound, the perfect excuse to cuddle with a significant other, even a boyfriend of the book variety. Oh, and let’s not forget the candy! Which is why we’re celebrating with a CHOCOLATE & BOOK BOYFRIENDS HALLOWEEN GIVEAWAY!

Plus, it doesn't matter what flavor of romance "candy" you'd like this Halloween, our book fair has something for everyone, contemporary, paranormal, historical, suspense, fantasy, and science fiction. All books 2.99 or less, with several free!

(Fall Into Love is sponsored by the 61 authors listed below)

Allison Temple • Amanda Uhl • Bethany Strobel • C.A. King • Cailin Briste • Cara Marsi • Carrie Pulkinen • Cherie Claire • Christine Myers • Crystal Dawn • Debbie White • Donna Schlachter • E.B. Black • Eli Lang • Elizabeth Rose • Erzabet Bishop • Genevieve St-Yves • Jackie Weger • Jacqueline Diamond • Jacquie Biggar • Jan O'Hara • JC Andrijeski • Joan Reeves • Joanne Dannon • Jordyn White • Karina Kantas • Katherine Gilbert • Kerry Blaisdell • Keta Diablo • Kharma Kelley • L.D. Rose • Laurel O'Donnell • Lia Davis • Lucy Lakestone • Maria Elena Alonso Sierra • Marilyn Peake • Mary Abshire • Mary Morgan • Maureen Bonatch • Megyn Ward • Melissa McClone • Mona Sedrak • PG Forte • Sarina Rose • Sherrie Lea Morgan • Simone Leigh • Stacy Gold • Tena Stetler • Tricia Tyler • Veronica Blake • Victoria Saccenti • Whitley Cox • Aileen Harkwood

Win a signed paperback copy of Lust Abroad

Head on over to the Book Boyfriend Bedhop Halloween Facebook Hop

There are over 60 authors/bloggers giving away amazing PRIZES, and this hop will run each weekend for the month of OCTOBER with 10-15 authors per hop!

-4 Hops (one each weekend)
-15-20 Authors in each Hop.
-Altogether over 60 PRIZES, including a prize from each author on their facebook page, and Grand Prize Amazon egift cards at the end of each hop.

Make sure you visit ALL participating authors to increase your chances at winning some great prizes! Plus, when you make it to the end, you will get the link to the Amazon Gift Card Rafflecopter!