Spotlight: Ringside (North Star #3), by Tracey Ward Reply

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In life and in the ring, you never dish out pain you’re not willing to take.

Kellen and Jenna have been friends for years. A boxer with a shattered past and an artist with a wealthy family, they found each other against all odds. Ever in each other’s corner, they grew up together, watched relationships rise and crumble, and the only one that’s always left standing is their own.

Bound to each other by an unwavering friendship, undeniable love, and a growing desire, timing has never been on their side. Not until now.

Now they’ll find that falling in love was the easy part. That happily ever after doesn’t come softly, and the end of their story is only the beginning.





“Yer a big one, aren’t ya?” Grania asked conversationally.

I glanced down at her. “I’m tall, yeah. From the looks of it I didn’t get that from my grandfather’s side of the family.”

“Oisin was a stout man. Built like an ox but short as a goat. Whatever height ya have ya did’na get it from him. Yer girl tells me yer a fighter.”

“A boxer,” I corrected.

“A boxer, then. Do you win?”

“Almost exclusively.”

She grinned. “Ya did’na get that from him either.”

I sat down slowly, hesitantly. I didn’t take the stool Jenna had been perched on. I sat farther back, across from her with the fire crackling bright between us and our eyes on par.

“What did I get from him?” I asked.

She paused, looking me over again but her heart wasn’t in it. Her mind wasn’t behind it. It was somewhere else entirely.

“Ya asked her to marry ya,” she stated by way of answer.

“I did.”


“Because I love her.”

She hummed thoughtfully. It sounded like a song. “There are two types of men in the world. Men who want to be loved an’ men who love. Beautiful boys like yerself, like Oisin was an’ Mason is, ya want to be loved. Ya want to be looked at an’ adored, an’ that’s all well an’ fine, but it doesn’t keep a woman. If ya don’t ask yerself at the end of each night an’ the start of each day how ya can love her better, then ya have no business getting married at all.”

I chewed on that, pensively staring at her hands that sat weathered and still in her lap. I took my time, her time, probably something she didn’t have much of left, but still I took it. I considered her words and my answer carefully.

I sat forward slowly. “I don’t like people. In fact, I hate them. As far as I’ve seen the vast majority of them are liars and thieves who want one thing from you and they’ll do everything they can to get it, and they’ll leave you broken and alone once they have it. Some people are exceptions. Jenna is an exception, and still I have trouble. Still I have to work to love her every day because I’m fighting against a conditioning that tells me that she’ll ruin me in the end. But still I do it. I do it like I need it to breathe. Like I need it to live, because I do. Because when I’m not loving her, I’m not living. So you can spare me your Old World wisdom and folkish advice because there’s not a person alive or dead that’s walked this earth who could possibly begin to tell me how to love that woman better than I already do.”




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This was a great read! I enjoyed the mystery and the reveal. Sara and Xavier seriously needed to get over themselves and talk about everything. It makes me wonder…would I react the same faced with these same circumstances. Obviously. I’ll never know, but being an arm chair coach is always fun 🙂 I recommend this book and have already gotten my copy of the book in this series. Enjoy!

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Heiress Lady Zara Ravensdale and Xavier Hunt, the gardener’s son, were once inseparable. But before their romance had a chance to bloom, it was crushed by scandal and betrayal. Xavier is now an international celebrity and sexier than sin while Zara is deep in debt, running Ravensdale Manor as an upmarket hotel to make ends meet. Unable to forget the past, Xavier returns to the manor, determined to exact his revenge on the Ravensdale family – once and for all. Together again, passions reignite and the old chemistry becomes impossible to ignore. But Xavier and Zara are both keeping secrets and neither can forget their troubled history. Will they be able to uncover the truth of that night or will Xavier’s need for revenge tear them apart forever? The Billionaire’s Passionate Revenge is the third book in the Billionaire series by bestselling romance author, Jennifer St George. If you love billionaire romance, don’t miss this passionate read!



‘I usually find I’m greeted with, “Good morning, Mr Hunt. May I take your bags, Mr Hunt?” Or, “Nice to see you back. I hope you enjoy your stay . . . Mr Hunt.”’

What was he saying? She opened her mouth to speak but her mind raced with so many memories. She’d often wondered what would happen if they ever came face-to-face. She’d run the scenario in her head countless times. In each of her mental role-plays she’d remained cool and indifferent, not speechless and stupid.

‘What . . . What are you doing here?’ she managed, unable to keep the abject shock from her voice. She knew from occasionally reading about him online that he spent most of his time in the US, where he’d made his billion-dollar fortune.

‘No. I’ve never been greeted with that one.’ His tone was flippant, as though they didn’t have years of tortured history between them. He reached into the cab of his van and pulled out a worn brown leather satchel and slung it over his shoulder. He walked toward the pillared entrance of the manor.

He moved as though the whole world was watching and he didn’t give a damn. So confident and forceful. His simple clothes belied the extraordinary fame of the man.

Of course she’d seen him on his world-famous gardening show and that one time across a crowded room, but . . . But he was nothing like the lanky teenager who’d left Ravensdale in a police van, screaming for revenge.

‘Xavier, wait.’ She raced after him. This was a disaster. Xavier arriving when her first guest was due. She blocked his path. ‘What are you doing here?’ She glanced over her shoulder down the drive. ‘It’s . . . Well, I’ve got someone arriving. Someone is coming to stay. A guest. An important guest.’ God, she was babbling. She took a deep breath. ‘Could you please move the truck and wait for me in the kitchen?’

‘Hmm.’ He stepped in close. She could smell him. Even after all these years, that intoxicating aroma was the same . . . raw masculinity, earthiness and sunshine. Her body flushed with heat. She sucked in a breath, stunned he still had the power to make her heart flutter.

‘Did losing all the family money knock out some of your mental faculties, Zara?’ He tapped her forehead with his fingertips.

She jerked back. ‘I beg your pardon.’ For a man who’d dropped in unannounced he was certainly taking a lot of liberties, even if he had once called Ravensdale home.

His look seemed to ask: Are you the world’s greatest imbecile?

‘I’m the guest,’ he said slowly, as though speaking to someone with limited intelligence.

The muscles in her back and neck pulled rigid. Her hand landed heavily on her breastbone. ‘You . . . You can’t be.’ Xavier would never willingly come back here. He’d made that clearer than the finest Bohemian crystal all those years ago.

‘Why?’ He hitched an eyebrow. ‘Do you have a blue-bloods only policy?’ His words struck like a stinging slap in the cheek.

‘You know I’m not like that.’

Bringing his face down, inches from her own, his hypnotic eyes pinned her to the spot. She resisted the urge to step away, and held her breath. She didn’t want to reveal how his presence sent a quiver of fear up her spine.

‘You know, Zara,’ his voice was low and deliberate, ‘there was a time when I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. That we had trust and a bond so strong, nothing in the world could break it.’ The weight of his words seemed to drive her into the ground. ‘But I was wrong. My time at Ravensdale Manor, and knowing people like you, taught me a valuable life lesson.’

He walked toward the house then stopped, turned slightly and tossed her his keys.

‘Bags are in the back.’ His tone and body language communicated everything.

You are nothing and no one to me.


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Jennifer St George is a best-selling romance author whose sexy stories feature courageous, career-minded heroines and strong heroes in glamorous international settings. She has six books published with Penguin Book’s digital-first imprint, Destiny Romance. Jennifer spent the first 25 years of her career in the corporate world travelling the globe. Many of the exotic locations she’s visited feature in her stories. Jennifer now lives in gorgeous Byron Bay, Australia and writes to the sound of the waves with a view of the beach.
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I loved this story. It had me cracking up with it and also yelling at the characters too. I really liked the story with the car and I liked how it was so important to them both.   This was a really good romance book that had me after the first chapter.

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Wedding cake baker Blair Thomas loves her life. Her business is thriving, her Seattle condo has a great view of the water, and her refurbished ‘65 convertible Mustang “Isadora” is the coolest car ever. She barely even thinks about that jerk she married five years ago. The one who abandoned her after four months of marriage. The one who left a note on her pillow saying, “See you later, babe.”

Seriously, who does that?

So what if she was once obsessively in love with him. He’s her best friend’s older brother and for years he barely even knew she was alive. He never loved her, and he only married her because of a drunken mistake. At least she’s over him.

Definitely over him.

The only problem is Blair never got around to divorcing him so technically they’re still married. And after five years of traveling the world—Nathan “Road” Church—has finally decided to come home. He arrived on Blair’s doorstep this morning, and now he’s in her bathroom taking a shower. The nerve of him! Oh, and did I mention he’s still hot? Blair doesn’t know what to do.

The jerk has returned.

Warning: Contains one sexy jerk, humorous situations, a heroine with obsessive compulsive disorder, cussing and swearing, steamy love scenes, and references to a part of the male anatomy that doesn’t crow like a rooster – but certainly rises in the early morning.


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“Guess that car means something to both of us,” he says softly.

Blair nods, sniffing, still trying to pull herself together. “Yes,” she whispers.

He tilts his head to the side a little, considering her. His hand comes up to her cheek, and she feels him gently wipe away some of her tears with his thumb. It’s a sweet gesture, but then he does something surprising.

Road puts his thumb to his lips, tasting her tears.

Blair’s breath stops at the sight. Stunned. She stares at his mouth, the same mouth she’s stared at a million times with wanting.

His expression is intent. He pulls the thumb away from his lips and brings it back to her face, slides his fingers into her hair, holding her head still.

Road’s eyes drop to her mouth, and she knows exactly what he’s going to do. Blair is almost dizzy. She’s imagined this moment so many times that it’s like it isn’t even real. A hazy mirage. An unattainable place she’s always dreamed of traveling to, but never thought she would.

He bends toward her and the mirage becomes solid at long last as Road leans in and kisses her.

She’s too stunned to respond, to even breathe. His mouth is so tender on hers.

The kiss stays soft at first, but then his lips move and Blair opens her mouth to his with a breathy whimper. He seems to like this because his kiss grows stronger, deeper. Their tongues explore each other as his hand continues to hold her head still for him.

Without thinking, Blair’s arms move up and slide around his neck, pulling him closer. A storm of desire crashes through her and she knows she should pull back, shouldn’t let herself go all in, but the rest of the world has ceased to exist. The taste of Road, so exquisite. Clean and unvarnished. This kiss is the most erotic experience of her life.


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Andrea Simonne grew up as an army brat and discovered she had a talent for creating personas at each new school. The most memorable was a surfer chick named “Ace” who never touched a surf board in her life, but had an impressive collection of puka shell necklaces. Eventually she turned her imagination towards writing. Andrea still enjoys creating personas, though these days they occupy her books. She currently makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons







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If you want to live, you must let go of the past… Twenty-eight-year-old Psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Alisha must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved – a man she believes no longer loves her.

Thirty-two-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then that he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that his wife is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a Delta Force Operative. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time and if he does, will she still want him?


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Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend for over seventeen years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without sinking into insanity.

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First of all this is more of a short story or essay rather than a novel. The author has a message to tell and it is simply “there can be life and love after a painful break-up or divorce. Leo takes us on his journey of realization which takes him to Peru and another lifestyle. The scenery descriptions were very good. I could see the world of small town Peru and the laid back lifestyle.

Leo goes from feelings of being suffocated  with grief to feeling like he will not just survive but thrive in his post- divorce world. The writing was a little jerky but I have a feeling that it was due to English not being the authors first language. I felt the truth of Leo’s journey anyway.

I would have like to see a little more of Leo’s life post Marisol. Like how he dealt with his son and ex-wife. It felt like part 1 of a multi book series.

As a short story it manages to grab my attention and keep my interest.

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When Leo’s marriage ends, he falls into the depths of depression. He decides to escape the loss and the heartbreak with a trip to the other side of the world – Lima, Peru. In some ways, his journey becomes an unexpected salvation as his passions are reignited by the local food and people, the climate and the beautiful and alluring Marisol. The Love of Marisol is a poignant and passionate journey of heartbreak, loss but most of all self-discovery … it reminds us that at the end of one love story, there is always the possibility of a new one …



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Christos Toulouras was born in Cyprus. He has lived in South Africa and Cyprus. He studied Tourist administration in Thessaloniki. He continued his studies in the UK at Leicester University where he received his MBA. He currently lives in Cyprus.



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For “Perfect Paige” Westfeld, today is “D” Day. As in, she just got one on her calculus test. With  her dreams of Stanford, her reputation, and her parents’ expectations at stake, Paige needs to  find a way to save face before everything she’s worked for goes up in flames.

Ben Franklin (yes, he’s related) is from the wrong side of town, with the wrong clothes and the  wrong kind of life. He also knows an opportunity when he sees one, and he’ll be happy to tutor  Paige—if she makes him into the kind of guy her best friend, the hottest girl in school, will date.

It’s the perfect arrangement. And Paige is determined not even the inconvenient—and utterly imperfect—attraction simmering between her and Ben will ruin it…





Ben rocked from foot to foot, then said, “Want to come in? I mean, it’s not much, but—”

“I’d love to!” she answered in a rush, before he could change his mind. He raised an eyebrow and Paige almost laughed—he and Zoey could play Eyebrow Battle Royale when they went out. A wave of cold washed over her. She had to stop thinking about how this would all end, otherwise she’d make herself sick. “Well, are we going in or not?”

Looking nervous, he let her in a side door near the carport. The first thing she noticed was the house smelled like… “Brownies? You have brownies? For real? Where are they? Can I have some?”

He hung his keys on a hook by the door and turned to her, smiling. “My mom usually cooks stuff before she goes to work. We can go look.”

They went through a tiny utility room—more like a hallway—into a small, clean kitchen. The rest of the room, because it was all one room, had a little dining table and a living area with a sofa and a TV. Paige took all that in with one quick glance, then zeroed in on the baking pan on the range. Speechless, she merely pointed and gave Ben a single, pleading look.

By now he was laughing. “If I’d known you had a brownie fetish, I wouldn’t have worried so much about bringing you home.”

He pulled the foil off the pan and cut her a big square. The first bite was heaven. “Ohhhh my God. Mmmm.”

“Okay, so fetish was the right word. You sound a little like a porn soundtrack.” He cut a brownie for himself. “What, you don’t eat brownies at your house?”

“No.” She had to eat another bite before explaining further. Heavenly bliss on a napkin. “My mother, in addition to being randomly rude—I’m so sorry for the way she acted, by the way, because she was a total bitch. No idea what her problem was. Anyway, she’s a health fiend, and an all-organic champion. No junk food is allowed in the house. When Mom bakes, it’s low-fat, gluten-free, and non-GMO. She wouldn’t even let me buy something good at my own bake sale today. I have to buy candy bars on the way to school and hoard them in my locker if I want a fix.”

“Wow…that sucks,” he said emphatically before popping the rest of his brownie in his mouth.

She nodded, too drunk on chocolate to bother answering.

His expression softened, and he reached out to brush her cheek. Goose bumps covered her arms and she gulped down her brownie. “What is it?”

He leaned forward, looking down into her eyes, before smiling. “Crumb on your cheek.”

She flushed head to toe, not sure if she was embarrassed or something else. Good God, she needed some air. Their faces were inches apart. All she’d have to do was lean forward and tilt her mouth up and they’d kiss. Would that bother him? Scare him off? He swayed closer to her and his hand drifted from her face to her shoulder.

No, to hell with worrying about it. She wanted him to kiss her. She turned her face up to his, and their lips were a breath away from touching. He stared down at her, mouth slightly open, and any second now, any second and he would kiss her. Any second…




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Fletcher Novak is Sexy.
Fletch has charm, Fletch has charisma, and Fletch has moves. He turns dreams into reality two nights a week, baring his body to lonely women, bored housewives, and bachelorettes looking for that one last good time. He’s into one-night stands, one-time things, and he never, ever gets serious.

Tiffy Preston is looking for commitment.
A billionaire’s daughter with the world at her fingertips, Tiffy’s in Lake Tahoe to take over her father’s hotel and clean up the Mountain Men Male Revue Show. She’s well-bred, polite, and hates everything Fletcher represents.

But Fletcher offers Tiffy something she can’t refuse—total satisfaction and the man of her dreams. All she has to do is… everything he tells her.

Because Sexy doesn’t sell… it’s for sale.

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“Mr. Novak,” Amy, the resort manager, says in her businesslike tone, “there was a meeting this afternoon. I had it on your calendar and you missed it. I’m sure, as always, you have a good reason for that? I expect to hear it tomorrow at nine AM sharp.” She pauses for a moment to sigh. “And Fletcher, just so you know, it had better be monumental.”

There’s a click and the computer voice starts giving me options before I can disconnect the call.

Fucking management. I hate that corporate shit they do. And I hate these monthly meetings even more. But I have a show to do, so I push it away and head back downstairs. The ordinarily quick lift takes a few minutes and is filled with rich, drunk gamblers by the time it gets to my floor, so when I finally walk back through the stage door, Chandler is already calling my name.

“Fletcherrrrrrr…” he roars above the crowd of cheers.

“You’re late again, bro,” Bill says, walking by with his costume in his hand, sweat falling down his face after his dance routine. His hard body is rippled with muscles and his wet-look thong is stuffed with dollars.

But I’m a professional, remember?

I take the small set of stairs two at a time and push the curtain aside, just as Chandler says my name again. His expression is one of annoyance as he looks at the curtain, but then he realizes I’m here and it turns to relief. “Novakkkkkk…” he says, placing the mic in the stand and walking off stage on the opposite side.

I throw up my arms, allowing the tight white t-shirt to stretch across my chest and rise up from the waistband of my tattered jeans a little. The spotlight flashes directly overhead—just one brief tease of what’s to come—and the audience goes wild at that little bit of skin. But before they can do anything else, the stage goes dark again and the music starts bumping.

I don’t talk on stage. No one wants to hear what I’ve got to say. They only want to see what I can do with this body. Hardened from years of sports and diligent gym visits. Lean muscles accentuated with a grace that you only get with a decade or more of martial arts training. That’s all they want. That’s all they see. I’m just something to look at when I’m up here.

So I give them exactly what they expect. A show.

I start dancing, my hips moving to the beat of the song. Another flash of light from above. Another round of screams. And then silence as I freeze.

Whistles and catcalls start. But I hold my pose—fingertips on the back of my shirt, ready to oblige their insatiable need for the sight of bare flesh tonight. Then another flash. I drag the shirt up in that brief glimpse, and then darkness mimics my pause. The next flash they see my abs, the dream six-pack that’s mostly genetics, but I do my share of crunches. Then another flash and I give them the pecs, flexing the muscles and making them dance a little. And in that final flash, I rip the shirt over my head.

The front row stands, waving their dollar bills in the air, begging to shower me with money.

I twirl the shirt several times, taking in the throngs of women with their hands up, ready to catch the prize, and then throw it to a little redhead just as all the lights come on to the beat of the bass. I train my eyes on the crowd, ready to start the real show, and then the lights switch from me to them, lighting up their faces—red with the heat of five hundred woman jostling for position in the room. All of them there for me in this moment. It pans to the left side, and I use those three seconds to search for my star. Then down the middle. My eyes train on a woman in a light-colored suit sitting dead center before I lose her in the darkness and switch to the right side.

But she’s the one. She’s my star tonight. And she has no idea how hard I’m about to rock her world.




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JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

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Deathless & Divided (The Chicago War, #1), by Bethany-Kris 1

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I typically I do not like Mafia style books. I always feel like they are reaching. Trying to be a written Sopranos or like the iconic Godfather movies. I was pleasantly surprised. I really enjoyed this book. I felt that the characters hadn’t lost their humanity. They still cared for their family and tried to protect them. I hate reviews that give spoilers…so I won’t. Just know that I read this book in a day because I was so engrossed in it. If you are a fan of mafia style books, you will love it. If you are not a fan of this type of book, you will become one. I know I did!

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Lies and love. This is how a war starts.

A life for a life. That’s the mafia way. Damian Rossi owes his life to a man who is ready to collect. That payment comes in the form of an arranged marriage to the daughter of another leading family in the Chicago Outfit. He’s ready to follow through, even if that means making sure Lily knows she’s his.

Lily DeLuca isn’t being given a choice. Forced home to marry a man she doesn’t know and back into a life she’d rather forget, her world is full of half-truths, buried pain, and uncertainty. But Damian is nothing like she expects. His motives aren’t clear. Her beliefs are being tested.

When it comes to this world, no man can be trusted. Someone is ready to flip the Chicago Outfit on its side all for the promise of something better. But no one runs a clean game and these men play for keeps. When blood begins to paint Chicago red, four families will be divided by loyalty, hatred, and revenge. There is no hiding. There is no safety.

No one is deathless.

No one.

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Damian didn’t turn around as he said, “Eavesdropping is a bad habit you should break before it gets you into trouble, Lily.”

Lily bit her bottom lip. “Sorry?”

He shot her with a heated glance over his shoulder. The sight alone seemed to strike her in the chest with the intensity. “There are things you are better off not knowing.”

“I didn’t actually mean to eavesdrop.”

Damian smirked. “No, you were spying on me.”

Lily’s arms tightened around her frame again. She suddenly became hyperaware of Damian’s gaze raking over her figure with a slow intent. He didn’t hide his staring at all and his smug grin only seemed to grow into a sight of satisfaction the longer he took her in.

She felt unnerved under his surveying.

“I look like hell,” Lily said, unsure of why she even let the words out in the first damn place.

“You look incredible,” Damian said quietly. “Like you spent the night rolling in someone’s sheets, which I suppose you did.”

Lily laughed. “Just not with someone, huh?”

“Not by my choice, sweetheart.”

She shivered.


Damian was clearly playing for keeps in whatever game he had decided on.

Lily wasn’t sure she was ready for this.

Needing to get her mind away from the sexy, panty-soaking worthy place it had quickly gone to, Lily asked, “Is this usually what you do in the morning?”

“Talk on the phone?”

“No, work out.”

Damian nodded once. “If I have time, I try. It’s a good stress reliever.”

“What else do you do besides track girls down at clubs, work out, and watch news broadcasts on silent?”

“Are you asking about my job?”

Lily pursed her lips, her stare flitting between him and the spot where he’d answered the phone. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

“I do what the boss wants me to do, Lily.”

“Anything?” she asked.


The second shiver that crawled up her spine came for an entirely different reason than the first. It was a hell of a lot colder, too.

Anything was vague enough for Lily’s imagination to run wild but pointed enough for her to understand without him directly saying it.

“So, you’re not like my brothers, right?” she asked.

“And I’m not like Tommas, either,” Damian said.


“That bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“There’s a reason why they call me Ghost, Lily.”


“Yeah, because they never see me coming and they don’t hear me leave.”

Lily thought about Dino and the vague reasons she had been given as to why Damian was his first pick for her. Maybe aligning her with one of the most dangerous men was Dino’s way of keeping her safe. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“Because you’re invisible,” Lily said.

“In the most important ways.”


“The ways that keep me from getting caught,” Damian answered.




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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Former U.S. Attorney, Meredith Walsh, took some time off to raise her children. But the time took away everything she once trusted about herself. She’s lost within the mundane confines of her children’s schedules of lacrosse, soccer, Cub Scouts, and math facts. Desperate for a sliver of her former passion, and isolated in the small town her corporate husband relocated her to, she counsels herself on risking her family for the rush of a fling.

But Vincent Pratt, the local chief of police, weakens Meredith’s abhorrence of affairs and her dedication to her family. With him, she finds a new version of herself, one capable of contributing in her new world, and thriving in her lonely home. In spite of the fact, she’s not the kind of woman who has an affair.


“What is this place?” I asked as Vince shook the umbrella outside and set it open just inside the door.

“It’s my hunting cabin.”

“How fitting.” I slipped out of my rain boots. Vince watched me from the center of the room as I placed my boots near the door. I stood up straight, facing him, facing this.

“I just lost power.” He was still watching me as if I might disappear. “Luckily, I had some candles.”

I nodded, again surveying the stark décor.


I took two long steps and interrupted him with my hands on his stomach. The fabric of his T-shirt was thin, and damp from the rain. His chest heaved as his hot breath swept across my face. Everything about him was warm and inviting. I rested my forehead on his chest and let the scent that was distinctly his flow through me. It took me back to the school bus to Philadelphia. To where I first inhaled the perfect mix of mahogany and strength.

“Meredith,” he started again, and I wished he wouldn’t. I raised my lips to his neck and inhaled again. I wouldn’t let myself think. He hadn’t shaved, and I let his beard scrape against the side of my face, anything to touch him. I didn’t want to consider this, I wanted to feel it. “This can be whatever we want it to be. It doesn’t have to be an affair. It doesn’t have to be what everyone else has done before us. We’re not them.”

His argument against typical did nothing to sway me to our union’s merits, but the expression on his face, his determination to make this work, moved me.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was gentle near my ear, and I wanted to stay in this cabin, in the storm, forever.

“I don’t know what I want anymore.” The tension rose in my chest. All the schooling, all the money, and I didn’t know what I wanted. How was that possible? I could have anything, but I couldn’t name one thing. “Since I stopped working, I’m lost.” I lowered my eyes to his chest. I was ashamed.

“No, you’re not.” His arms wrapped around my shoulder, his hands moved my hair away from my neck, and he leaned down, letting his lips rest there. I shivered before a heat spread through me. “I found you,” he said, and tilted my face to his. Vince kissed me without waiting for an answer.

He kissed me, right there in the middle of the room, until a heat sank down my spine, anchoring me to the ground in front of him, assuring me against every reasonable argument that this was going to be okay.




About the Author:

Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.

She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It’s during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it’s completely inappropriate.

She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she’d rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story…the more screwed up the better.

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Kat James likes her men in suits, not cowboy boots. Is it time for a different kind of man?

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“You don’t remember seein’ me that day before I talked to you at the bar, do you?” Kat thought about it and then shook her head. “I didn’t think so.” Tucker scratched along his jaw, and sighed.

“Well, I saw you. I saw you up the street, runnin’ and dodgin’ people.” He smiled at the memory. “I still don’t understand how you women run in heels.” He shook his head in disbelief, and maybe even a Little awe. “Your legs, I noticed immediately. Your umbrella lifted up a few times and I saw your face, stopped my heart for a beat or two. Then I saw where you were headed, knew right then I had to get to the door before you did. Had to find a way to get your attention.” His eyes dropped. “But it didn’t work. You looked right past me, like I wasn’t even there. I heard your name when you checked in, and then I knew I had a decision to make.” He looked down at the coffee mug squeezed between his large hands.

“We can argue all night about me not comin’ clean on who I was. But the truth, for me, is once I knew you didn’t recognize my name, didn’t know I was the one you were waiting for, I decided then and there to be Tucker Williams—the man, not the pompous venture capitalist.” He paused, searched for recognition. She rewarded him with the hint of a grin at the echo of her own words. “I wanted a chance, Kat. I wanted you. I wanted you to flirt with me the way you did that pretty boy behind the bar.”

He chewed at the inside of his cheek and waited. Kat glanced down at her lap, attempted to hide her smile.

“I’m not the sorta guy you usually go for, am I?”

“Not even close.”

“So why did you, Kat?”

(HellKat by Robyn Roze, copyright 2015)




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Robyn Roze lives amongst the cornfields of the Midwest and telecommutes as an accountant. Writing was a childhood dream of Robyn’s. She won creative writing awards as a girl and teachers encouraged her to pursue a writing career. But pragmatism won out, and she boxed the dream away on the maybe-someday shelf.

Maybe-someday came for Robyn in 2013 when she published the Keeper Series, a new adult romantic suspense story. Then she shifted gears and decided to pen a novel with a much more mature cast—Chain of Title was born, her bestselling title. Readers have been loud in their demand for a sequel, and Robyn is currently working on the next chapter of Shayna and Sean’s love story. And her latest book, HellKat, released in June 2015. All of Robyn’s stories contain one key element that her readers love: a strong, independent heroine.

When she’s not spending time with her fictional families, she loves to spend time with her real one: her high school sweetheart, their two moody teenagers, and a pampered rescue mutt.

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