AGAINST THE ODDS by Brenda Kennedy Tour / Blitz

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GENRE : Soft Romance

RELEASE DATE : August 1, 2015

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Robert and Leah Grether’s life was turned upside down when they receive devastating news that their deceased daughter, Jamie, was switched at birth.

While trying to come to terms with this new reality, Leah goes into pre-term labor, jeopardizing the life of their unborn daughter.

Determined to have a normal life, Robert continues to train for the championship fight with Abel Kennedy, while fighting a custody battle over their biological daughter Madison.

When too many strange events occur, Robert realizes they are being stalked by Madison’s father and Jamie’s biological father, Drake Sinclair. Will Robert be able to protect their daughter and his wife from Drake? Will Leah be able to fight and stay strong for her family, or will the dark cloud of depression consume her?

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First and foremost I am a wife, mother and grandmother.

I am also a nurse and a new author.

I moved to sunny Florida in 2006 and never looked back.

I love fresh squeezed lemonade, crushed ice, teacups, wineglasses, non-franchise restaurants, ice cream cones, boating, picnics, cookouts, throwing parties, lace, white wine, mojitos, strawberry margaritas, white linen tablecloths, fresh flowers and Pinterest. I also love to read and write and to spend time with my family. My books thus far, have been inspired by the things I love and the people who influence me, every single day to be a better person.

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FALLING FOR THE P.I.
Still Harbor #1
Victoria James
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Kate Abbott’s fresh start in Still Harbor was the beginning of the life that
she and her two best friends always imagined for themselves. Still, being a
working single parent of a special needs daughter hasn’t exactly improved
Kate’s love life. But Kate’s preference for nachos over men quickly disappears
when she meets the oh-so-sexy Matt Lane.
Until she finds out he’s a cop.
Matt
is a former cop-turned-private investigator, and he knows fear when he sees it.
A cop clearly spooked Kate…or hurt her. Still, something about the gorgeous
professor catches his attention, and despite his “no settling down” policy, he
can’t resist her. But all of the attraction in the world won’t be enough to
overcome Kate’s past…
 
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Victoria James is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of contemporary romance.
Victoria always knew she wanted to be a writer and in grade five, she penned
her first story, bound it (with staples and a cardboard cover) and did all the
illustrations herself. Luckily, this book will never see the light of day
again.

In high school she fell in love with historical romance and then contemporary
romance. After graduating University with an English Literature degree,
Victoria pursued a degree in Interior Design and then opened her own business.
After her first child, Victoria knew it was time to fulfill her dream of
writing romantic fiction.

Victoria is a hopeless romantic who is living her dream, penning
happily-ever-after’s for her characters in between managing kids and the family
business. Writing on a laptop in the middle of the country in a rambling old
Victorian house would be ideal, but she’s quite content living in suburbia with
her husband, their two young children, and very bad cat.

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Blog Tour: Beauty Submits to Her Beast

 

BEAUTY SUBMITS TO HER BEAST

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Rancher Caitlin Olsen is in complete control of her life. After years of taking care of others, she’s on her own and loving every minute. She has her horses and her ranch. What more does she need? Yet deep inside, she yearns to give up all her responsibilities and simply experience life. When a friend suggests she try a bit of BDSM role-play, she does her research and accepts an invitation to Pleasure Manor for a fairy tale event.

War hero and Dominant, Damon Steele is a loner. His failure to keep his men alive destroyed too many hopes and dreams. He won’t be responsible for anyone else’s life or happiness ever again. There’s no room in his life—or his heart—for romance. Instead, he satisfies his needs at BDSM clubs and never with the same sub. Taking part in the fairy tale event at Pleasure Manor is difficult enough, but when Beauty challenges him both in the bedroom and out, he’s not sure he can control his inner beast.

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Caitlin woke during the night in the heavenly bed beneath the open skylight. She’d fallen asleep with her very own prince, in her very own miniature castle. Overhead, the wind rustled through the trees, and the lonely call of their owl drifted into the tree house. Stars winked above. She snuggled deeper. The bed with its feather comforter and mattress top along with the Egyptian cotton sheets was like sleeping inside a cloud.

She turned and stretched out her arms, needing to feel Damon and to prove she wasn’t dreaming. His side of the bed was empty.

Sitting, she frowned. A low sound from the other room caught her attention. “Damon?”

The moan came again. Caitie grabbed the robe she’d used after her shower and left bed. She found him thrashing on the couch. A slanting beam of moonlight revealed a face twisted with pain.

He called out, flung out his arm. Caitie quickly realized he was trapped in the throes of a nightmare. Unsure what to do, she went to him. She knew from the many vets on her ranch not to touch him in case he thought she was an enemy and tried to attack in defense of whatever stalked his mind.

She turned on the lights. He’d removed his leather pants and slept in his own skin. A quilt was twisted beneath him, half on the floor. She couldn’t stop herself from staring. Even asleep, the man had the most impressive body she’d ever seen.

She frowned when she spotted a long, deep, ragged scar furrowed his upper thigh from just shy of groin to his knee. The muscles were taut, and spasms rippled beneath the puckered skin. Good lord. No wonder he limped. She sucked in her breath and sat on the edge of the couch. She knew enough to know he was both lucky to be alive and to have his leg.

“Damon. I’m here. Can you hear me?” As though she were gentling a frightened horse, she spoke soft and low, calling his name. At the same time, she slid her palm up his thigh, her touch faint and gentle, applying more pressure so she didn’t startle him. When she was able to touch him fully, she began massaging his thigh with her thumbs, using long, smooth strokes.

Trapped in his nightmare, Damon lashed out. He heard shouting, screaming, and shrieking. He tried to stand. Couldn’t. Hurt—bad. His men. They needed help. Ambushed. Fuck.

“Can’t get them. Can’t save them.” The pain in his thigh took his breath away. Had he lost his leg? The pain. Breathing was labored, and his heart pounded. He was weak, everything going gray, as though his life was draining from his body.

“It’s all right, Damon. You’re dreaming.”

The gentle voice of an angel threaded through his nightmare, soothing, calming. Heaven? He tried to open his eyes, but the light was too bright. “Not—dream. My men. Killed them.”

“Wake now. You’re safe. You’re with me.”

Safe. The soft, low voice promised he was safe.

“No!” He didn’t deserve to be safe. Or soothed. His men were dead. He was not. Families destroyed. His fault. Pain had him gasping. Pain he deserved.

Except the pain was fading, replaced by warmth seeping into him. He relaxed as hands unknotted muscles and warmed him, as his angel talked and tore him from the grips of hell. He opened his eyes and blinked. An angel in white sat beside him. Not an angel. Caitlin.

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Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing success.  Encouraged to read as a child, she always preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre.  Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney’s office is quite crowded with three dogs at her feet and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…

While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music. Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.

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Heartbound by P I Alltraine Release Blitz

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Author: PI Alltraine
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Release Date: August 5, 2015
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Petyr has never found it necessary to consider the humans as anything more than distant, inferior beings–until now. They are the cause of the fatal disease that has plagued his realm, taking the lives of too many of his kind. As a future leader of a realm in peril, Petyr must find a way to resist and cure the affliction. He must enter the unfamiliar realm, appear to be an ordinary eighteen-year-old human, observe and learn.

However, things don’t exactly go according to plan. Instead of embarking single-mindedly on his sober mission, Petyr meets an 18-year-old girl who does things to his emotions that he can’t quite fathom or control. Petyr is falling in love, and he almost
forgets the gravity his choices have on his entire world. Despite the risk it poses to his life and hers, he wants to know her, and he wants her to know him–and his world.

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I defied my fate the moment I leapt out of my apartment’s third-story window. I landed on the pavement without a sound. In the same instant, my feet blended into the measured pace in which humans carried themselves.

Gazing up at the sky, I tried to find something to remind me of my home, of my duty. The future leader of a realm in peril cannot be overcome by irrational desires, I thought.

Thick smoke obscured the heavens so much even the brightest stars were dull and barely visible. A reminder I was trapped in this city, in this realm. Too far away from everything I knew, too restrained, too human.

Through the chaos in my mind, I captured the image of the girl with brown and dark-auburn tones in her hair, the shine that bounced from her loose curls, the depth in her hazel eyes, and even the awkward half-smile when she caught me looking at her. But the memory wasn’t enough. I needed to see her again.

I kept walking until I reached the riverbank in the heart of London. The water rippled with a disheveled mesh of gold and red, reflecting a large architectural structure. My gaze lingered on the clock tower adjacent to the building, gauging its height. A temptation to feel even a fraction of my true nature became a need in every fiber in my body. No longer able to rationalize, my muscles coiled, and I let go. Wind enveloped me with its familiar warmth as I sprang across the River Thames. I aimed to land on the lower portion of the tower, to indulge in the pleasure of my ascent. Though too fast for human eyes, each maneuver, each somersault, each back flip was slow enoughfor me to savor every moment of my liberation.

On a part of the roof concealed from the passersby below, I was closer to the heavens than I’d been since arriving in the city. Still, I didn’t belong here. Hundreds of lights sparkled below me, each representing a life I didn’t comprehend. Allowing myself to break free from my human façade had made me a liability to the others. For a few moments of freedom, I let myself forget the importance of my purpose here—the lives that depended on it.

Somehow, having the girl’s image in my mind brought calmness within me. One that felt permanent. One that extinguished the sense of entrapment, despite the thick layer of smoke that was still very visible to me. I held on to the calmness as I regained the confidence to face the others.

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P.I. Alltraine is an award winning poet and author. She has won several international poetry competitions, and her poems have been published in separate anthologies.

She teaches English Language and Literature in London. She earned her degree in BA English from Queen Mary University of London, a Post Graduate Certificate in Education and Master’s in Teaching at the UCL Institute of Education, University of London.

Before moving to London, she lived in the Philippines where she was ensconced in the rich culture encrusted with dark myths and enchanted tales. She draws inspiration from these in her writing. Although she has lived indifferent places and experienced different cultures, she always enjoyed the constancy of writing in her life. Her favourite authors include John Milton, Virginia Woolf and James Joyce.

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Blog Tour: Fury's Kiss (New England Furies #1) by Nicola R. White

 Blog Tour: Fury’s Kiss
(New England Furies #1)
by Nicola R. White
Aug 8th – Aug 18th

 

Hawthorne, Massachusetts has always been a nice place, a safe place – a boring place. At

least to waitress Tara Walker, who dreams of more excitement than slinging

plates of seafood for Cape Cod tourists. But as Tara learns when she is

attacked and forced to fight for her life, fate sometimes has a funny way of

giving you exactly what you wish for. Faced with strange new powers and

embroiled in a murder investigation, Tara must now race to uncover the secrets

of the ancient Fury that has woken inside of her – and of the evil that stalks

her.

As if Tara’s life hasn’t gotten complicated enough, she is forced to ally

herself with Jackson Byrne, witness to her assault and uncle to a pint-sized

oracle whose fate is intertwined with hers. Sceptical, stubborn, and

oh-so-sexy, Jackson wrestles with demons of his own. He is determined to ignore

the attraction rising between them even faster than the body count, but like it

or not, he and Tara need each other if they are to unravel the mysteries that

surround them.

 

 

 

“Kill, Alecto whispered again.

Her

voice was persistent, persuasive. But this wasn’t like the night before, when I

hadn’t realized

what

was happening. My actions were my own, no matter how much she whispered in my

ear. Whatever I

did

to this guy, I couldn’t blame it on her.

I

looked at my blood-smeared reflection in the mirror over the sink, then down at

the man I held at

arm’s

length, and made a choice. Whoever Tara Walker had been before last night,

things

were different now.

I was a Fury and my instincts screamed at me to kill.”

 

Nicola R. White is no stranger to the fantastic. Although there are no Furies in her family tree (that she knows of), she comes from a small city on the east coast of Canada where ghost stories and superstitions abound. She has worked on movie sets, as a bartender, in a lighthouse, and as a lawyer, and though she’s never been an exotic dancer like her character, Alex Hughes, she does know how to pole dance.

She has always been fascinated by the strange and morbid, and often stays up

too late reading books that give her nightmares. She believes truth is stranger

than fiction, and just a few of her heroes are Buffy, Dana Scully, and Xena.

Nicola is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of

Atlantic Canada, and is an active member and supporter of the award-winning

Romance Divas website and online forum.

 

 

 

 

 

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Release Blitz: Ashes, Book 3 by Leslie Johnson

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Haunted by her night at the club, Beth’s heart feels like ashes… like the smallest hint of wind would blow the fragile pieces away. But she must carry on, she won’t let any man make her feel like this. Besides, she has a job to do. And now, a mystery she knows she must solve.

Don’t miss the final installment of the heart-wrenching, suspenseful and steamy Ashes series by Leslie Johnson.

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She is an avid reader of many genres, but prefers romances with travel or thriller themes. She loves writing about strong women and strong men because the world needs both!

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My Wounded Soldier Release Blitz by Diane Munier

My Wounded Soldier – Book 2 : Fight for Love
by Diane Munier
Publication Date: August 8, 2015
Genre: Historical Western Romance
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Tom Tanner has taken on a family. He lived through the war, but becoming a lover and pa to two small children may be the role that breaks him. This is the story of a man’s slow rise from black sheep to patriarch. 1866 is a time of learning to carry on in the aftermath of civil war. Tom is ready to heal, ready to take over Addie’s farm and make it a grand place. He has money from reupping in the war and reward money for bringing a few notorious outlaws. Can Addie’s love help him settle and become an outstanding man like his pa? It’s the only fight worth making– a fight for love


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She told me of her mother then.  Greta.  She took in washing. And brought men home. And my wife, a slight girl scrubbing on the board.  That’s what I felt in her hands.  So sweetly shaped, so brined to the work.  A lady almost, but not in her marrow.  There, the laundry girl, the dirty laundry girl.  And the men.  Her learning to stand, given a knife by the neighbor woman. “Protect yourself,” the woman said. “No one else will.” And so she did, too young, too scared, too soon.  

Like Johnny.  He got took to the dark and it stabbed the tender in him and the dark came in.


I sat up and held her to me, stroking her hair while she told me.  I felt so many things with her, the fear, yes, the joy, yes.  The old wounds, yes.  The new wonder of it, yes.  The mother, and back more.  The girl, yes.  The little broken one, yes.  No man to ever rise up, and if he did, she met him with just herself and her brave eyes.  


“Lass,” I said, but only once.  I did not wish to let the pump run dry, for her words gifted me an understanding I had lacked.


I would be the pa to her sometimes.  I knew that now.  She wouldn’t want it much, but sometimes she would, almost like Johnny, me going back in her, me angry for her, saying what she knew and didn’t get a chance to rail about.  Letting her know I was here now.  I was here.


It was a part of it for us.  There was this little one in there still holding that knife, sometimes at me, yes that’s what I saw.  That knife she used and left in a man who tried to take her in an alley. That’s when she met him—her husband. She went in his store after the attack. He was kind. But God…he was weak. 


But that’s how he got in.  He wiped her face, but he was no hero.  She made him feel, and then he couldn’t find it in himself to love her.  She was something he hadn’t seen…too alive…too much of everything.


“I am not him,” I told her, and oh I was not.  The dark had its hands around my throat time and time, but it did not finish me.  I was just a man, but I stood tall.  Like it or don’t, I did the hard thing.


“I am Tom Tanner, your man,” I said, “the good of him, the ugly, too.  But I am not Richard Varn.  I have my own sins, but I do not carry the sins of another.  Nor will I,” I said, not sure what I meant by this speech, but I said it with force.


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My Wounded Soldier – Book 1 : Fight For Glory
by Diane Munier
Publication Date: July 4, 2015
Genre: Historical Western Romance

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Wounded Soldier, Book One: Fight for Glory, is my newest offering on Amazon. This is the saga of Tom Tanner and his reluctant love for Addie Varner.

After he mustered out of the Twenty-Seventh, Tom never expected to follow the boys home to Illinois. Having failed to protect his older brother Garrett, Tom planned to take his wounds out west where a man could get lost under the endless sky. But his father prevailed on him to come home and comfort his grieving mother.

Tom had nearly filled his obligation when the neighbor boy came running and calling his name as he worked in the field. Johnny was the boy that looked like his mother, Mrs. Varn. Tom had seen the woman at meeting. She rattled him some for he’d not had a woman, just that one time and he’d been liquored up and taking a dare and were he to have one, she was not hardship to look at. But Johnny was calling for him. Tom knew the sounds of war. The country was rife with veterans, some looking for trouble instead of home. What Tom finds at the Varner’s farm offers him a new kind of battle, a new kind of glory trail.

I have been writing this story for fifteen years. In its various forms it has garnered attention in literary contests and with a number of writerly folks. But stuck in ‘bridesmaid,’ mode it has never really walked the aisle. Until now. I hope you give it a spin and maybe fall in love. 

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Living comfortably in the heart of America with the people I love. I live an extroverted life, but I’m a genuine introvert. An urban kid, I spent much of my youth running in various neighborhood establishments. There I met many colorful characters and I learned to love them and be fascinated by them. My love of story comes from them. I learned to sit on a bar stool or a kitchen chair or in a pew and hear story. Hear the voices telling story. See the mouths move and the hands clutching glasses or cigarettes. See and hear the laughter. There is no greater honor than to hear someone’s story. If you feel that way about the tales I tell…what more could I ask.

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Deputy by Susan Horsnell Blog Tour

Deputy
by Susan Horsnell
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When James Glenmore locks up a feisty young girl because she
causes a disturbance in the local saloon; he doesn’t realize both their lives
are about to change forever.

They have to endure her father’s deadly temper, which has already
destroyed her young life, before they can be free.

A band of outlaws target the bank in Gold Springs and several
horrendous tortures and murders take place before the law finally catches up
with them. James’ life is placed in grave danger.

James and Rebecca’s lives withstand all obstacles that are put
before them but will James survive the capture of the cruel outlaws?

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James was
concentrating on a report and twirling a cider in his hand when the front
swinging doors were pushed in so hard they banged on the walls behind.
He swore
the doors hit the wall so hard the whole building shook. He dropped his hand to
his colt as he kept his eye on the door.
A woman
in the doorway roared.
“Pa, you
get your good for nothing, lily livered ass off that stool and get home right
this minute. I swear I’ll hog tie you and drag you there behind Peachy if you
don’t move now. If Peachy happens to release his business over you on the way
home I wouldn’t be sorry.”
Tim March
the owner and barkeep groaned. He really didn’t want any trouble.
The woman
at the door drew James’ attention. The powerful banging of the doors and
thunderous voice came from a tiny package that a good gust of wind could have
blown away.
She had
chestnut brown hair that was more out of, than in a braid, eyes the colour of a
summer sky and the fullest, pinkest lips he had ever seen.
She wore
a drab brown dress with no frills or lace and although old, it appeared to be
clean. Like the woman, it was all business.
She had
her hands placed on a pair of very curvy hips and her breasts looked full and
firm. James cringed. She was everything he hated in a woman. He felt
embarrassed for her father, whoever the unfortunate fella might be.
He
relaxed his hand that had been hovering over his colt and watched to see how
this would play out.
Every eye
in the saloon was on her except for one mans’ and James guessed he must be her
father. He was perched on a stool and draped over the bar with a whiskey in his
hand.
He
watched with interest as she stomped her way towards him.
The man
lifted his head but didn’t look at his daughter.
“Rebecca,
what the devil do you think you’re doing? I’ve told you a thousand times,
saloons are no place for a lady.”
She drew
up alongside him.
“Wade
Nolan, I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not a lady. I have never been one
and I’m never gonna be one. If you weren’t always in a saloon I wouldn’t have
to keep coming in to drag you home. Now get your sorry ass off that stool and
get on home. There’s chores need doing and I’m not doing them all myself
again.”
“Rebecca,
please.” Wade lifted his hands to his head and slumped back down on the bar “Me
heads a hurtin’, just one more whisky for your old Pa eh?”
James
watched with amusement as Rebecca moved closer to her Pa. No-one in the saloon
had moved an inch. They were too engrossed with the exchange between father and
daughter.
Wade was
a huge man. James had seen him walk in earlier and figured he would be at least
a head taller than him.
Although
he wasn’t muscular; he was wide in the chest.
His large
belly, thanks to constant consumption of liquor, hung over his belt. Rebecca
would have barely come to his waist. His ruddy face from years of drinking was heavily
lined.
What
happened next had James leaping from his chair and moving towards them in a
hurry.
Rebecca
hooked her leg around the leg of the stool and yanked with all her strength.
As the
stool tipped, Wade fell backwards onto the floor. His head hit the floor with a
thud and his eyes glazed over.
Whether
the cause was the whisky he’d been imbibing or his head hitting the floor,
James didn’t know.
As she
began moving toward her father again James grabbed her around the waist and
hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and screamed, catching him hard in the
shins with the heels of her boots. It caused him to let her go and she spun
around to face him.
“What the
hell do you think you’re doing mister?” she yelled. She hadn’t noticed the
badge on his chest.
He
noticed the fire in her eyes. She was one very angry young gal.
“Miss,
you can’t go around treating people like that. You could have injured him real
bad.” he said calmly.
She
wasn’t paying attention to James as she’d noticed Wade had sat up and was rubbing
the back of his head. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair but before
she could get to it James grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Get your
goddamned hands off me.”
With her
free arm, and using all her strength, she swung. Her fist connected hard with
James’ jaw. He stumbled back a step from the force of the punch but he didn’t
release her. As she lifted her leg to stomp on his foot, James decided he’d had
enough of this wildcat.
He flung
her over his shoulder, picked up the report he’d been reading and headed for
the saloon doors.
She
pounded his back with her tiny fists and kicked her legs. “Put me down, you
good for nothing mudsill.”
He took
no notice. He picked up his Stetson from a peg near the door and jammed it onto
his head.
“Wade, if
you know what’s good for you, you’ll get yourself home and get those chores
done. I’m gonna lock her up and let her cool off overnight. You can come by and
get her in the morning. I’ll decide by then if I’m gonna press charges.”
“Yes sir,
deputy.” Wade said as he scrambled to his feet.
He could
hear the customers laughing as he left.
It was
early summer and the night was warm. There were still a few people on the
streets and Rebecca’s screaming and cussing attracted their attention as he
stomped to the jail.
He
unlocked the front door and carried her through the swinging door to a cell out
the back. He dropped her onto the bunk and left, locking the door behind him.
She
leaped up onto her feet and slammed up against the locked door. “You let me out
of this godforsaken hoosegow right now.” she bellowed. “I’m not staying in here
a minute longer.” She shook the door and stamped her feet.
James had
his back leaned against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was a picture of calm and this upset her even more.
“Let me
out now.” She yelled at him. He noticed tears welling in her eyes.
James
waited for a break in her tantrum before he spoke.
“I’m
going out front now because thanks to you I’ll be spending the night. I’m
telling you missy, you’re not going anywhere before morning. Now, calm down,
hobble your lips and get yourself a good night’s sleep.”
She was
pacing up and down the cell like a caged cougar.
As James
walked away he heard the clanging sound of the drink mug. She’d picked it up
off the table beside the bed and was hitting the bars. He couldn’t help but
chuckle to himself.
He went
into the small room off the front office which had a bunk and a washstand with
a water pitcher. It was used by the sheriff and deputy for overnight stays. He
poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and washed up. His jaw was tender
and throbbing and he knew he’d have a decent sized bruise come morning. For
such a tiny little thing she sure packed a wallop.
He
shucked off his uniform, hung it on the wall pegs and crawled into bed. He
could sure use a good night’s sleep but his head was beginning to ache from all
her yelling and his jaw didn’t seem to want to quit its damn throbbing.
He had a
feeling sleep wouldn’t come easy. To make matters worse he could hear the
little hellion pounding on the bars of her cell and yelling to be let out.
When she
hadn’t quieted after an hour he decided to get up and do something about it.
He
dressed back into his uniform and grabbed the cell door key from the table
beside his bunk.
His head
and jaw now had a symphony going with their pounding pain and he was mighty
angry as he stormed down to the cell.
The
minute Rebecca saw his thunderous face she knew she was in trouble. She dropped
the mug onto the floor and jumped into the bed.
“Too
late.” said James as he unlocked the cell door. She folded herself into a tight
ball and pressed against the wall at the top of the bed.
She
watched in fear as he stalked towards her.
He picked
her up like she weighed no more than a feather and sat down on the bed. He laid
her face down across his thighs, lifted her skirts and proceeded to spank her
backside.
She
yelled, cussed and kicked but James continued.
After a
few minutes James pulled her skirts back down, sat her on the bed and stormed
back out the door picking up the mug on his way.
“Now, go
to sleep.”
“Yes
sir.” Rebecca squeaked. Tears flowed over her cheeks as she undressed and
climbed into the bunk.
James
went back to his room, shucked off his uniform for the second time that night
and got back into bed.
His
stinging hand had joined in the symphony with his head and jaw.
Because
of his anger he’d hit her a bit harder than he’d intended and thought to
himself she’s sure gonna have a sore backside in the morning I bet.
The rest of the night was quiet but James didn’t get much sleep.
He tossed and turned with images of Rebecca’s shapely backside and legs filling
his mind.
  
Author Bio
 I grew up
in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50’s and 60’s and have always been a
fan of Cowboys, Indians and Outlaws.
During my
years as a nurse I would write down ideas and when I retired five years ago I
finally published my first book – The Glenmore’s: Revenge. This developed into a
four part series.
Since
then I have published a further eleven Western Romance books and one
contemporary. My westerns are set in Texas, USA during the 19th century and my
contemporary in Sydney, Australia.
When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs with my husband and
travelling.
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About Ruthless:

Two years out of college, Angelica Bondesan spends her time working as a barista, keeping in touch with her prodigal brother, and trying to figure out how to bridge the gap with her father, a wealthy real estate developer.

But all of that changes the night she’s kidnapped. Thrown into a windowless room, Angelica is positive there’s been some kind of mistake —until she meets Nico Vitale.

Gorgeous and frightening, Nico became the boss of New York City’s Vitale crime family after the execution style murder of his parents two years earlier. Since then he’s turned the old-school mob into a sleek, modern army of ruthless men who understand that physical violence —while always an option —isn’t the only way to get what you want.

Now Angel is forced to face the truth;

Her father is not the man she believed him to be.

Nico Vitale is dangerous, possibly lethal.

She is falling in love with Nico Vitale.

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Angelica is just drifting along after graduating from college when out of nowhere she is kidnapped. Nico is the new mob boss for the Vitale family and has an ax to grind with Angelica’s father. He thinks that her father killed his parents. It’s a typical Stockholm syndrome book. She falls for her captor and in the process learns some interesting things about her own family.

This book was okay for me. I liked Angelica better than Nico in this book. I wasn’t really impressed with Nico. He just didn’t seem Alpha enough for me. He seemed more worried about the men’s dress and cursing than what I would expect a mob boss to be. It was definitely not a bad book but it wasn’t one I will gush about to my book lovin’ friends either. It fell somewhere in the middle.

 

 

3owl rating

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“From page one you’re hooked and sucked into this corrupt thrilling world. A masterful romance of deep dark suspense, complicated emotions, and exciting action.” – New York Times bestseller, M.J. Rose

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Nico Vitale was kneeling in one of the pews at St. Monica’s, praying for his mother and father. They’d been gone two years, but the pain of losing them still lingered. He had only been twenty-eight when they’d been killed, and he’d expected to have them for many more years, to give them the daughter-in-law and grandchildren they had wanted.

Their future had been stolen. From all of them.

He forced down the fury that had become all too familiar. Anger was good. Productive. It’s what drove him to seek justice, to right the wrong perpetrated against his family, against the honor code that had survived decades under the rule of some of history’s most violent men.

But this wasn’t the place for anger. This was the place for peace. Repentance. He took a deep breath and tired to calm himself.

His mother had always gone to St. Patrick’s, but Nico made a point of moving around the city, sitting in any church with an open door. He liked the anonymity of it. Liked knowing that no one would know him or remember his parents.

His faith was only a shadow of the belief that had sustained them. Nico didn’t believe in the edicts of the Church. It had been organized by man to benefit man. He worshipped his own god, and his god didn’t turn the other cheek. He might forgive, but that forgiveness didn’t preclude a punishment justly earned. Still, he liked to sit in silence and remember, to send love to his parents, wherever they were, and to stand on the side of any god who believed in vengeance.

He was reciting the Lord’s Prayer when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He instinctively shook off the hand. When he turned to see who had interrupted him, he was even less pleased.

“What is it, Dante?”He forced his voice even as he took in the leather jacket and jeans worn by the man in front of him. A dress code was part of Nico’s organizational reboot, but keeping cool was a point of pride, part of his mission to remake his father’s business for the twenty-first century. And having a reputation for being calm only made him more formidable when the situation called for his wrath.

Dante shifted in his seat, his face flushed, eyes feverish with excitement. “We got her,”he said. “We got the girl.”

Nico looked around before tipping his head at the church’s massive double doors. “Not here.”

Dante stood, hurrying down the aisle. Nico followed slowly, letting the peace of the church wash over him as he made his way out the door.

He took his time following Dante down the steps of the church. When they reached the sidewalk, they stepped back to stand near an adjacent building.

“Any trouble?”Nico asked.

Dante shook his head. “She didn’t see it coming.”

Nico didn’t like the note of excitement in Dante’s voice. Nico’s father had ingrained old-fashioned chivalry in his bones, and Nico never sanctioned hurting women. These kinds of things were a necessary part of doing business, not something he enjoyed.

“You didn’t hurt her.”It wasn’t a question.

Dante sighed, and Nico caught a hint of annoyance in the other man’s face before he could hide it. “We did it just like you said. Knocked her out, put her in the van, took her to the basement. She’s fine.”

Nico nodded. “Good. Make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Comfortable?”Dante’s laugh was bitter. “Why do we care if that bitch is comfortable?”

Nico clamped a hand on Dante’s shoulder and squeezed until he flinched. “We don’t call women bitches in this organization. Ever. Understand?”

Dante nodded, his eyes lit with the fire of indignation.

“Good.”Nico released his grip. “Now go make the pick-up.”

“Will do.”Dante rolled his shoulders, like doing so would free him of Nico’s grip when they both knew only death or dishonor would do that. “Want a ride back to the office?”

“No.”He didn’t owe Dante an explanation.

Dante nodded and headed for the car double parked at the curb. Nico watched him get in and drive away. He waited for the car to disappear into traffic before he started walking.

Dante was a problem. Nico understood it, but he was still trying to settle on a strategy for dealing with it. He knew Dante resented him. That Dante believed his father, Gabriel Santoro, should have been Underboss to Nico’s father before his death. If that had been the case, Dante’s father would be Boss now, and Dante himself would be the crown prince of the New York territory.

Instead, a year before his death Nico’s father had inexplicably turned to Nico, pleading with him to step in as Underboss. Only twenty-seven at the time, Nico wasn’t ready to take on the mantel of responsibility held by his father. He didn’t even believe in the mob. Not the way it was then; stealing and killing and raping in the name of money. In the name of power.

But his father had been unsettled. Even Nico, as young and wrapped up in himself as he’d been at the time, could see that. And his father — his family — meant everything to him. So he’d gotten his act together and joined the business, learning it from the inside out. He was just beginning to feel like he had a handle on the basic operations when his parents were murdered, execution style, outside the restaurant where they’d met over three decades ago. They had been celebrating their thirty-second anniversary.

Nico had spent the two years since remaking his father’s legacy. Raneiro Donati, head of the Syndicate that acted as governing body to criminal organizations all over the world, had stepped in as a mentor and father figure, guiding Nico through the early stages of grief and the rage that threatened to undo him. Gradually, Nico had found a focus for his fury, and he’d poured every ounce of his energy into targeting that focus and reimagining his father’s legacy.

Some of Nico’s soldiers embraced the change. Others, like Dante, clung to the old ways. Nico understood, but the reorganization wasn’t optional. They would comply or they would be gone.

Nico didn’t like taking the girl. A decade ago, something like that would be off the table, a blatant breaking of rules that had been in place since before the Syndicate formally existed. But nothing could be rebuilt without first dismantling the rotting foundation of what had come before.

And unfortunately, the girl was part of that foundation.

He checked for traffic on 2nd Avenue and crossed just before a taxi barreled through the intersection. He felt liberated by his time at the church. Lighter on his feet. Maybe he would call one of the women who acted as a physical companion when he felt the urge.

After all, he wasn’t a saint.

 

Michelle St. James Bio:

Michelle ZinkMichelle St. James aka Michelle Zink is the author of seven published books and six novellas. Her first series, Prophecy of the Sisters (YA), was one of Booklist’s Top Ten Debut novels. Her work has also been an Indie Next selection and has appeared on prestigious lists such as the Lonestar List, New York Public Library’s Stuff for the Teen Age, and Chicago Public Library’s Best of the Best. Her character, Alice, won the Teen Read Awards for Best Villain against Harry Potter’s Lord Voldemort.

 

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 Title: The Breed: Nora’s Choice
Series: The Breed #2
Author: Alice K. Wayne
Genre: Paranormal/Erotica
 Release Date: August 8, 2015
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Nora is a fiery independent beauty with an attitude cold enough to freeze any man’s heart. Any man except for Quinn Roberts; the Breed’s newest and most vicious weapon in the war against the Hunters, who is hell bent on making his mate see what their love could be.With each of them bearing the scars of a brutal past, will the bond they share be enough to heal them, or with war and bloodshed encircling them, will their bond be destroyed before it even has a chance to begin?

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Alice K. Wayne is a paranormal romance/ erotica writer straight out of the Motor City.

From a young age books became her favorite escape, and that love eventually turned to writing as well.
Alice loves traveling, is a self proclaimed foodie, sushi addict, selfie Queen, and like all good Detroiters, is completely obsessed with Red Wings hockey.
If you like thick books with twists, turns, depth, and LOTS of steamy scenes these books are for you!
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