A.M. Arthur | The Thrill of the Hunt

For some of us, thrifting is a way of life. Walking into a thrift store is a new adventure each and every time, because inventory is always changing. You never know what you’re going to find hidden among the racks and shelves, and there are so many different reasons for hunting through a store that I thought I’d list a few.

Savings. Depending on the store and how they price things, you can find incredible savings on clothing and home goods. Name brands are mixed in with unknown labels. In some households, shopping at the thrift store is necessary because of their budget, and trust me, been there, done that. Why spend $20 on one shirt at the mall, when you could get four like-new shirts for the same money at a thrift store? Or $80 on a service-for-eight dish set at Macy’s, when there’s a gorgeous pattern sitting on that shelf for $25?

Costuming. Back when the Lord of the Rings trilogy first released, some friends and I wanted to cosplay a few of the characters. So where do you go to find cheap materials to manipulate into Middle Earth costumes? The thrift store. The costumes never did get made, but we collected some neat, inexpensive pieces during those first few weeks of excited determination. But thrift stores are a great place to find items from other decades for parties, Halloween, or just because you like to wear vintage stuff.

Nostalgia. One of my favorite recent thrift store finds was an original stuffed Care Bear still attached to its display box. For a dollar. I couldn’t resist it. Eighties toys continue to be collectible, and I love finding something that makes me nostalgic. Sometimes I see the old Corelle pattern we had when I was a kid, and oh, the memories.

Upcycling. This has become a trendy word in the last few years, but it’s basically taking something old/broken/boring and creating something new with it. Turning old radios into planters, or a chair into a wall shelf. Thrift stores are full of cheap things just waiting to be repurposed and made new.

Books. I saved the best for last. Books, books, and more books, and so cheap! I’ve made many a large book purchase from thrift stores over the years. Books for me, books for family members, books to give away as gifts. The best part? You haven’t spent much on them, so once you’ve read them, you can donate them again—whether to a library, another thrift store, or even to your friend’s summer yard sale.

What’s your favorite thing to hunt for in a thrift store?

About A.M. Arthur

No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships and “bromance” (and “The Young Riders”) with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments.

All Saints



Come What May

Jonas needs Tate. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Or at least, he doesn’t want to admit it. Because there is no way Jonas Ashcroft is gay. He’s a straight, carefree frat boy player, just like any good son of a conservative state senator. If only his struggle to convince everyone—especially himself—didn’t leave him so miserable. No matter how many girls or bottles he drowns himself in, Jonas can neither escape nor accept who he is.

Enter Tate. He’s smart, confident, and instantly sees right through Jonas’s surly exterior. Sure, he’s done things in life he’s not proud of, but he knows who he is and what he wants. And what he wants is Jonas. As their easy friendship intensifies into something more, Tate introduces Jonas to a life he’s never known. One filled with acceptance and sex and a love that terrifies and excites them both.

But some inner demons refuse to be shaken off so easily. When Jonas’s old life barges in, he faces a shattering choice, one that could destroy everything he and Tate have fought so hard for. Sometimes love just isn’t enough—and sometimes it’s exactly what you need.

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Lindsay McKenna | Deconstructing OUT RIDER

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Out Rider

With her return to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, New York Times bestselling author Lindsay McKenna shows how love can find a way out of the darkness…

A fresh start—that’s all Devorah McGuire wants. As a former Marine and current Ranger with the US Forest Service, she’s grown accustomed to keeping others safe. But when the unthinkable happens, she can only hope that a transfer to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, will allow her to put the past behind her for good.

Dev’s mentor at Grand Tetons National Park is fellow canine handler and horseman Sloan Rankin. He shows Dev the spectacular trails, never knowing the terror that stalks her every move. Despite her lingering fear, Dev feels an attraction for Sloan as wild as their surroundings.

With Sloan, Dev can envision a new life—a real home. Unless a vengeful man fresh out of prison succeeds in finishing what he started…

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Kara Isaac | How to Speak Like A “Kiwi”

The first time I ever traveled to America, I thought, “They speak English, I speak English, this will be easy, right?” Not so, as I discovered the first time I ordered an entrée expecting a small starter and found myself staring down an ENORMOUS plate of food!

As my debut romantic comedy, CLOSE TO YOU, is set in my native New Zealand, I thought I’d take the opportunity to enlighten you on some “Kiwi” phrases that have my American friends confused, bemused, or just downright amused!

  • “Bit of a dag”: A person who is quite funny or a bit of a prankster e.g. “My Uncle Phil is a bit of a dag.”
  • “Box of budgies”: happy, very cheerful e.g. “I saw Gran today. She was a box of budgies.”
  • “Bludge/bludger”: Someone who is constantly sponging off others and never picks up their share of the tab, buys their round, does their part etc. e.g. “Don’t expect Sophie to pay you back. She’s a total bludger.”
  • “Chocka”: Something that is full to overflowing e.g. “Mate, I can’t fit anymore drinks in the fridge, she’s chocka.”
  • “Hard yakka”: hard work, usually associated with some kind of manual labour e.g. “Finally built that fence today. Flip, it was hard yakka.”
  • “Knackered”: to be tired/exhausted e.g. “The kids were up half the night and I am completely knackered.”
  • “Manky”: Something that is a little bit gross/dirty e.g. “I can’t do anything with my hair today. It’s really manky” or “Are you sure you want to wear those trackpants in public? They’re a bit manky.”
  • “Pack a sad”: To become morose or ill-humored e.g. “Luke’s team lost the game and so he packed a sad and went home.”
  • “Spat the dummy”: Having a temper tantrum/meltdown e.g. “I was in Starbucks this morning and the barista didn’t make this woman’s coffee right and she totally spat the dummy.”
  • “Wop-wops”: a location in the middle of nowhere e.g. “My mum was born in the wop-wops.”

So there you have it. Try adding one of those into your next dull conversation to liven it up! I’m off to deal with a four-year-old who is completely knackered and has packed a sad about having to go to bed :-)


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About Kara Isaac


Kara Isaac lives in Wellington, New Zealand. Her debut romantic comedy, Close To You, is about a disillusioned academic-turned-tour-guide and an entrepreneur who knows nothing about Tolkien who fall in love on a Tolkien themed tour of New Zealand. It will release next week (argh!) from Howard Books. When she’s not working her day job as a public servant, chasing around a ninja preschooler and his feisty toddler sister, she spends her time writing horribly bad first drafts and wishing you could get Double Stuf Oreos in New Zealand. You can sign up for her newsletter at karaisaac.com or connect with her on Facebook at Kara Isaac – Writer



Close To You

A disgraced scholar running from her past and an entrepreneur chasing his future find themselves thrown together—and fall in love—on a Tolkien tour of New Zealand.

Allison Shire (yes, like where the Hobbits live) is a disgraced academic who is done with love. Her belief in “happily ever after” ended the day she discovered her husband was still married to a wife she knew nothing about. She finally finds a use for her English degree by guiding tours through the famous sites featured in the Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit movies. By living life on the road and traveling New Zealand as a luxury tour guide, Allison manages to outrun the pain of her past she can’t face.

Jackson Gregory was on the cusp of making it big. Then suddenly his girlfriend left him—for his biggest business competitor—and took his most guarded commercial secrets with her. To make matters worse, the Iowa farm that has been in his family for generations is facing foreclosure. Determined to save his parents from financial ruin, he’ll do whatever it takes to convince his wealthy great-uncle to invest in his next scheme, which means accompanying him to the bottom of the world to spend three weeks pretending to be a die-hard Lord of the Rings fan, even though he knows nothing about the stories. The one thing that stands between him and his goal is a know-it-all tour guide who can’t stand him and pegged him as a fake the moment he walked off the plane.

When Allison leads the group through the famous sites of the Tolkien movies, she and Jackson start to see each other differently, and as they keep getting thrown together on the tour, they find themselves drawn to each other. Neither expected to fall in love again, but can they find a way beyond their regrets to take a chance on the one thing they’re not looking for?

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Sharon Hamilton | Writing A Different Kind of Heroine

In the book I’m finishing now, BAND OF BACHELORS: ALEX, my heroine is a very different kind of lady. She’s a tall, strikingly beautiful and in-your-face-kind of gal, who plays beach volleyball and can spike a ball within the 5’ line so hard it will break a person’s nose if they don’t dig it properly. She likes to lead when she dances slow, and she’s used to having guys dump her after a few dates, which is fine with her, because she’s easily bored. Her name is Sydney.

She’s the perfect match-up for my adrenaline-junkie Navy SEAL, Alex Kowicki, who skydives to ease his nerves and prides himself on his self-control. He’s had a string of blind dates, arranged by his bachelor friends, all with disastrous results. Trained to protect women and children and the innocent, he isn’t quite sure how to react when Sydney sets her sights on him.

Sydney always gets what she wants. Alex will get way more than he bargained for, until it’s too late for either of them. Love finds a way, but what a journey!

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Band Of Bachelors: Alex

Adrenaline junkie and Navy SEAL Alex Kowicki is one of four bachelor SEALs trying to navigate his successful military career while achieving his goals as a first class connoisseur of beautiful women. He isn’t ready to jump back into anything but his free falls, HALO drops or his missions overseas. He trusts his buddies to fix him up with another blind date that won’t be as dangerous as his last ones.

But Sydney Robinson has other plans. A beach volleyball player who can spike better than most men, she knows how to execute a series of events that include stalking the handsome SEAL all the way to Sonoma County, capturing him in a winery and delivering his carcass to her bed for keeps. Along the way, the two of them fight a home-grown terrorist cell in a duel that might cost one of them their lives.

Excerpt of DIRTIEST SECRET by J Kenner

The King of Fuck
Even by Southampton standards, the party at the nine-­thousand-­square-­foot mansion on Meadow Lane reeked of extravagance.
Grammy Award–­winning artists performed on an outdoor stage that had been set up on the lush lawn that flowed from the main house to the tennis courts. Celebrities hobnobbed with models who flirted with Wall Street tycoons who discussed stock prices with tech gurus and old-­money academics, all while sampling fine scotch and the season’s chicest gin. Colored lights illuminated the grotto-style pool, upon which nude models floated lazily on air mattresses, their bodies used by artisan sushi chefs as presentation platters for epicurean delights.
Each female guest received a Hermès Birkin bag and each male received a limited edition Hublot watch, and the exclamations of delight—­from both the men and the women—­rivaled the boom of the fireworks that exploded over Shinnecock Bay at precisely ten P.M., perfectly timed to distract the guests from the bustle of the staff switching out the dinner buffet for the spread of desserts, coffee, and liqueurs.
No expense had been spared, no desire or craving or indulgence overlooked. Nothing had been left to chance, and every person in attendance agreed that the party was the Must Attend event of the season, if not of the year. Hell, if not of the decade.
Everyone who was anyone was there, under the stars on the four acre lot on Billionaires’ Row.
Everyone, that is, except the billionaire who was actually hosting the party. And speculation as to where he was, what he was doing, and who he was doing it with ripped through the well-­liquored and gossip-­hungry crowd like wildfire in a windstorm.
“No idea where he could have disappeared off to, but I’d bet good money he’s not pining away in solitude,” said a reed-­thin man with salt-­and-­pepper hair and an expression that suggested disapproval but was most likely envy.
“I swear I came five times,” a perky blonde announced to her best friend in the kind of stage whisper designed to attract attention. “The man’s a master in bed.”
“He’s got a shrewd head for business, that one,” said a Wall Street trader, “but no sense of propriety where his cock is concerned.”
“Oh, honey, no. He’s not relationship material.” A brunette celebrating a recently inked modeling contract shivered as if reliving a moment of ecstasy. “He’s like fine chocolate. Meant to be savored in very limited quantities. But so damn good when you have it.”
“More power to him if he can grab that much pussy.” A hipster with beard stubble and a man-­bun wiped his wire-­rimmed glasses clean with his shirttail. “But why the fuck does he have to be so blatant about it?”
“All of my friends have had him.” The petite redhead who pulled in a six figure wife bonus smiled slowly, and the flash of her green eyes suggested that she was the cat and he was the delicious cream. “But I’m the only one of us to enjoy a second helping.”
“All your friends?”
“How much pussy?”
“At least half the women here tonight. Maybe more.”
“Man, don’t even ask that. Just trust me. Dallas Sykes is the King of Fuck. You and me? Mere mortals like us can’t even compare.”
Three floors above the partygoers, in a room with a window overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, Dallas Sykes sucked hard on the clit of the lithe blonde who sat on his face and writhed with pre-­orgasmic pleasure. The blonde’s cries of “yes, yes!” mingled with the throaty moans of delight coming from the curvaceous redhead who straddled his waist while he finger-­fucked her hard and deep.
They’d surrendered to him, these women, and the knowledge that they were his tonight—­for tenderness, for torment—­cut through him. A wicked aphrodisiac with an edge as sharp as steel, and at least as savage.
He was drunk—­on sex, on scotch, on submission. And right then, all he wanted was to get lost in pleasure. To let all the rest of the shit just melt away.
“Please.” The redhead’s muscles clenched tight around his fingers, and a tremor ran through his body, his need for release now so potent that it crossed the line into pain. “I’m so close, Dallas. I want you inside me. Now. Oh, god, please. Now.”
He could barely understand her words, lost as they were in the wet sounds of his mouth on the blonde’s sweet pussy. But he heard enough, and in one wild, rough movement, he rolled the girl above him to the side, so that she stretched and trembled on the bed, her nipples hard and her pussy slick and open and inviting.
Dallas felt his body tighten with need. With desire. But only for release. He didn’t want either of these women. Not really. Their company, yes. The escape they offered, sure. But them?
Neither was the woman he craved. Neither was the girl who had both saved and destroyed him. The woman he wanted.
The woman he could never have.
And so instead he sought pleasure and passion in the violent rapture of hard, hot sex.
“Sit back,” he said to the blonde as he pushed away his dark thoughts and regrets. He reached for the crystal highball glass and downed the last of the Glenmorangie, relishing the way it burned his throat and buzzed his head. “Back against the headboard. Legs spread wide.”
She nodded, moving eagerly to obey as he urged the redhead off his waist. “Fuck me,” the redhead begged. Her green eyes flashed, her expression pleading. Her lips were swollen, her skin flushed. She smelled of sex, and the scent—­so familiar, so dangerous, so goddamned compelling—­made him even harder. “I want you to fuck me.” Her words were a pout—­a plea—­and Dallas almost smiled in response.
Almost, but not quite.
Instead he lifted a brow. “Want? Baby, this isn’t about what you want. This is about what you need.”
“Then I need you to fuck me.”
His lips twitched. He liked a woman who knew her own mind, that was for damn sure. And the redhead truly amused him. He’d plucked her from the crowd downstairs because he’d liked the way she’d filled out the flirty black dress that was now crumpled in a heap on his bedroom floor. That, and the fact he happened to know that she had a cousin who worked for a government official in Bogotá, and that connection might prove handy one day.
As for the blonde, Dallas had no particular agenda with her. But he appreciated her limber little body and quiet obedience. Right now, she was sitting exactly as he’d told her, her legs wide apart and wonderfully vulnerable. She wasn’t moving a muscle, but the beat of her pulse in her throat telegraphed her excitement at least as much as her tight nipples and hot, wet pussy.
He met the redhead’s flashing green eyes, then nodded toward the blonde. “You want to get fucked. I want to watch. And I promise you, she wants to do whatever I say. Sounds like a perfect recipe, don’t you think?”
The redhead dragged her polished white teeth over her lower lip. “I’ve never—­”
“But you will. Tonight.” He met her eyes. “For me.”
She licked her lips as he slid off the bed and stood. She was still sitting, her knees pressed into the mattress as she sat back on her heels. He leaned forward, then took her in a long, slow kiss. She tasted of strawberries and innocence. He wanted to devour the first; he wanted to erase the second. “Hook your legs around her waist and kiss her deep. Suck her tits. Touch her however you want to. But she’s going to fuck you with her fingers while you and I both imagine it’s my cock. And, baby? You’re going to come harder for me than you’ve ever come for anyone.”
“And you?”
He could hear the tremor of excitement in her voice and knew that he had her. “I’ll be right here,” he said as he took her hand and urged her toward the blonde, who was flushed pink with anticipation. He moved behind the redhead, cupping her breasts as she put her legs around the blonde’s waist, then he squeezed her nipples hard as the blonde’s fingers slid into her core.
Pressed against her back, he could feel every tremor of pleasure, every quickening in her pulse. And as she started to shake with a series of little convulsions, he slid his hand between her legs from behind, dipping his fingers into her wet pussy. As he did, his hand brushed up against the blonde’s, whose sensual moan shot straight to his cock.
Next, he slid his now-­slick finger up to tease the redhead’s ass as she bucked against him, her body clearly on fire from this dual assault. “Dallas,” she moaned as her body shook with release. “Oh, god, Dallas, this is so fucked up.”
“That’s the way I like it, baby,” he said. “That’s the only way I play.”
It was true. He liked his sex dirty. Wild. He wanted to be reminded of who he was. What he’d become.
The King of Fuck. He’d heard what they all called him, and he had to appreciate how apt—­and ironic—­the moniker was. Because god knew he was fucked up. His whole goddamn life was an act. A facade.
He was damaged goods. As broken as a man could be. But he’d turned that shit around. Claimed it. Made it his own.
Maybe he would never again have the woman he craved in his arms, but if that was his reality, he was going to damn sure make the most of it.
With his free hand he reached down to stroke his cock. The sensation of his sex-­slicked palm moving rhythmically over the steel of his erection mingled with the wild, almost feral sounds of the two women. He closed his eyes, imagining another place. Another woman.
He thought of her. He thought of Jane.
But not like this. Not fucked up. Not like a goddamn evening’s entertainment, as fungible as a night at the movies and at least as unimportant.
Except everything was fucked up. Him, most of all.
Goddammit. He needed to shut it down. These thoughts. These wishes.
All these damn regrets.
The sharp trill of his cellphone startled him from his thoughts, and he slid back away from the redhead who cried out in protest.
“Sorry, baby.” His voice was tense, his chest tight. “That’s the one ringtone I always answer.” He grabbed his phone off the bedside table, lightly brushing both women’s skin before turning his back to them and taking the call.
“Tell me,” he demanded, expecting the worst. His best friend, Liam Foster, wasn’t due to report in until the next morning. If he was calling now, it meant something had happened.
“It’s all good, man,” Liam said, his voice as close to excited as his military training would allow.
“The child?” Dallas had sent his team to Shanghai to recover the eight-­year-­old son of a Chinese diplomat who’d been kidnapped ten days prior.
“Fine,” Liam assured him. “Dehydrated. Malnourished. Scared. But he’s back with his family, and physically, he should make a full recovery.”
Physically, Dallas thought, the word sounding vile in his head. Because that wasn’t all of it, was it? Not even close.
He shoved the thoughts aside, forcing himself to focus. “Then why are you—­”
“Because the German asshole who grabbed him tried to trade freedom for intel. He knows, Dallas. This dickwad Mueller knows who the sixth kidnapper was.”
The words were simple. The impact on Dallas wasn’t. His blood turned to fire. The room turned hot and red. He wanted to beat the shit out of the sixth man. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
He wanted to finally know the truth.
There had been two in charge of the six fucks who had snatched them—­and surely this sixth man could identify his employers. First, there’d been the main guy who sat back, keeping his hands clean, but who was dirtier than all of them. That man lived in Dallas’s memory only as hints and impressions. He’d been smart. He’d kept his distance. But he’d been the puppeteer, the one who’d hired the six and pulled all the strings.
Dallas and Jane had come to think of him as the Jailer, and he’d spoken directly to Dallas only twice. He’d told Dallas that he deserved it all—­every moment of agony, every pang of fear, every prick of humiliation.
And then there was the Woman. She was supposed to feed and tend to Dallas and Jane, but instead she brought pain and fear along with a twisted darkness and a bone-­deep shame that hadn’t faded even after Dallas was free of the confinement of those mildewed walls.
But he wasn’t fifteen anymore. He wasn’t locked in the dark, tortured and hungry and helpless.
He might be damaged goods, but he had money and power and he knew how to wield both like a goddamn medieval mace.
“We’re getting close to ending this thing,” Liam said. “We use this douchebag’s intel to grab the sixth. We interrogate him. Get him to tell us who hired him. It’s the last puzzle piece, Dallas. We get that, and you can finally say that it’s over.”
Dallas closed his eyes and drew in a breath, soaking in the words. Liam was wrong, of course. It would never really be over. But he couldn’t deny the anticipation that was building in him. The fantasy that he really could end this.
For himself.
For his sanity.
But most of all, for Jane.

Excerpted from DIRTIEST SECRET by Julie Kenner Copyright © 2016 by Julie Kenner. Excerpted by permission of Bantam Books, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Lucy Farago | Excerpt from SIN ON THE RUN

Blake spotted her the moment she returned. Hell, every man in the room had either craned his neck or swiveled his head. As she walked up the aisle, she looked familiar but he couldn’t place her. Now, away from the other women, he figured it out. Black Opal was a beauty. Dressed in lavender or her usual black, it didn’t matter.
He’d often wondered if her off-stage persona was anything like the on-stage one. Over the top in everything: her hair, too black to be natural and too long to be real, would fall to her ass. He’d seen her dance, seen her use that mane as a cloak, teasing the audience with silky sweeps over creamy white skin, revealing only hints of what lay beneath. The old cliché fit. The woman put the tease in striptease.
He’d been in the club a couple of times under the guise of private investigator. When clients wanted to be entertained in Vegas, it usually involved a show, a stage and beautiful women, clothes optional. He had nothing against women seductively taking their clothes off, but he preferred them to do it in the privacy of his bedroom, for him alone.
He’d spent years as a special agent locking up scum who preyed on innocent women, but Maggie’s club was different. The women were considered performers with an act, some with agents, and were treated as such. Any woman who’d ever been coerced or pushed into stripping knew the difference between Heart’s Desire and other clubs. Maggie and the three women who’d walked with her down the aisle gave anyone who wanted out of the business a helping hand.
The few times he’d seen Rhonda dance he’d been unable to take his eyes off her. Normally he didn’t even bother to watch, but she’d exuded this confidence, this don’t-screw-with-me aura that had men falling at her feet. Go figure. But even though she looked like a ball-buster, Blake had sworn he’d seen more. What, he wasn’t sure.
He put a hand over his mouth, failing to stifle yet another yawn. His last case had done him in. He’d been hired to recover a missing model, one whose legs had been insured for millions. Her agency wanted their money, but since she hadn’t shown up dead, the insurance company was reluctant to pay out. The designer she’d signed with wasn’t pleased about losing the star of his ad campaign. Claiming it had cost him a fortune, the guy had wanted compensation.
Blake recovered the model. Only the legs that had made her famous were no longer attached to her body. He’d prayed she’d been dead when she’d been mutilated. Shaking the gruesome image out of his head, he headed to the bar for a drink. He took a seat and swiveled his chair, curious to see Maggie’s other bridesmaids corner Rhonda.


Sin on the Run

There are some secrets even Las Vegas’s 24/7 glitter can’t hide. Lucy Farago’s dazzling new series ups the ante as a fiery stripper fights to protect an elite detective from danger–and both their killer pasts.

Living in the red-hot now is how Rhonda Deagan survives. Onstage, this sexy Goth stripper always stays on top, no matter how much her real-life dreams shatter. So why not risk a scorching fling with a gorgeous groomsman after her best friend’s wedding? Too bad Blake Cameron is in someone’s lethal sights. And saving this cool-headed investigator’s life just put Rhonda on the run with him–and on his personal, oh-so-seductive hit list.

For Blake, figuring out who doesn’t want him dead is easier than keeping his new raven-haired friend safe. The only way he can buy time to out-think their pursuers is to hide them both in the aristocratic world he thought he’d escaped. But there’s no escaping the incendiary attraction between him and Rhonda. Walking the knife-edge between desire, lies, and naked truth may be their best chance to live–if it doesn’t cut too deep to survive.

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About Lucy Farago

Lucy Farago

Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves . Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition.

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Amazing April Titles — Musicians, Artists, Shifters, Lords and Royalty

As a confirmed book addict, who marks the calendar when my favorite authors come out with new books, I was taken aback by just how many long-awaited books had April release dates. After being sufficiently wowed, I decided to undertake a month-long book odyssey. Crucial TV-viewing was interrupted, proper tribute to the family cat was put on hold, and other highly important daily activity came to a screeching halt while I wallowed in romantic literary delicacies. It was hard, but somebody had to do it.

My all-time favorite romance writers, Cynthia Eden and Jennifer Ashley, are both very versatile authors who tackle stories in a wide array of genres and sub-genres. Both authors are also very prolific without sacrificing quality for the sake of quantity. Both BITTER BLOOD by Cynthia Eden and WHITE TIGER by Jennifer Ashley feature shape shifter heroes but the settings and journey that both sets of characters take differ. I love Cynthia Eden’s shadowy New Orleans noir with a paranormal twist. Eden’s “Blood and Moonlight” trilogy has an exciting mix of dangers around every corner, characters that experience a constantly changing reality, and paranormal villains in all their fangy glory. However, in spite of that turmoil, Cynthia Eden has crafted an epic love story with a hero and heroine who have an unshakable faith in each other and their love. BITTER BLOOD ties everything together enough to satisfy fans of the series and provides that thrill that only paranormal romance can. Jennifer Ashley’s “Shifters Unbound” series has the excitement fans crave but with solid, stellar storytelling, a little humor and a definite focus on the love, strength, and importance of family. WHITE TIGER starts off with one sexy white tiger shifter fighting for his family, and it ends that way too. Everything in between is a showcase for Jennifer Ashley’s brilliant assortment of characters. The relationships between pack members, and even non-pack members are what make this series and story shine. It doesn’t hurt that the love story in WHITE TIGERR is marvelous as well.

PLAY FAIR by L.P. Maxa and TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT by Erika Kelly are both two fabulous books about rock stars that center on family, but they are wildly different yet equally enjoyable. Although there are many tear-jerking, sentimental moments in PLAY FAIR, in general I consider L.P. Maxa’s “Devil’s Share” series to be delightful brain candy. Each Devil’s Share rock star bad boy experiences his own epiphany and moment of growth over the course of the series. The main characters operate as a tight knight, fun, sometimes goofy, family and their affection for each other really comes across as you read about them. I recommend PLAY FAIR if you’re looking for a fun rock star-themed read with a little bit of emotional pull to bind the story together. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Erika Kelly’s “Rock Star Romance” series has ridiculously hot guys with a surprising amount of emotional depth. However, what stands out to me in TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT is the kick-ass heroine and her honesty in the face of difficult situations. Mimi is attracted to Calix but she doesn’t play coy and sets her own terms for their relationship. Erika Kelly also makes every supporting character in TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT flesh and blood, very believable, and a gem. You will get very emotionally invested in an Erika Kelly romance.

HIS RUTHLESS BITE by Brooklyn Ann and GOOD DUKES WEAR BLACK by Manda Collins have the least in common of any of the books in this group of awesome April books, but they are both outstanding. HIS RUTHLESS BITE is a paranormal historical about vampires with a hero who suffers from what I consider to be “the Mr. Darcy effect”. Gavin Drake is a lord vampire – so not only is he a toff, but he has supernatural as well as societal power. Gavin has the reputation for being ruthless and immovable when in reality, like the much maligned Mr. Darcy, he’s a better man than he’s thought to be. HIS RUTHLESS BITE is great for fans of historical romance that like common tropes like “marriage of convenience” but want a little something spooky and otherworldly to mix things up. There are no paranormal aspects in GOOD DUKES WEAR BLACK by Manda Collins exquisitely blends romance and mystery, in a story about a missing woman and the ease with which some members of society were dragged off to insane asylums. I love the gothic vibe in GOOD DUKES WEAR BLACKK coupled with the strong female characters.

Vaughan Hewson in DIRTY by Kylie Scott and Asher Knight in RETURN OF THE BAD BOY by Jessica Lemmon are both incredibly sexy musicians who come to a crossroads in life. One other key similarity is that, while the many characters in each book are very different, the strong friendships are amazing. Vaughan and Lydia meet in a most unconventional way in DIRTY, move in together and then pounce on each other with sexy results. Gloria and Asher in RETURN OF THE BAD BOY are combustible together and try and take another crack at get their relationship right after many epic fumbles. I love both authors and, as with so many of my favorite books on this list, these books are character-driven and the characters driving the story are exceptional. Along with the intense emotional impact, both books have a lot of humor thrown in to lighten the mood. Kylie Scott and Jessica Lemmon are two superb contemporary romance authors for fans to keep an eye out for.

HIS ROYAL PRINCESS by Jessica Clare is the only book I’ve read this month, and in a very long while, about royalty. Normally Jessica Clare writes my favorite stories about sexy billionaires and, as Jessica Sims, about sexy paranormal characters. In HIS ROYAL PRINCESS, this is a little bit of a departure in that this story features a heroine who can more than match the hero for wealth and status. Actor Luke Houston and Princess Alexandra are great characters and HIS ROYAL PRINCESS has all the trademark heat and sense of fun that so many Jessica Clare romances have. This is a perfect short, sweet treat well worth checking out.

Anya Summers | An Interview with Zoey Mills, heroine of HER HIGHLAND MASTER


Curious about the characters in HER HIGHLAND MASTER? Now’s your chance to meet Zoey.

What is your name? Do you have a nickname?

My name is Zoey Mills. Sometimes my sister calls me Zoe or Z, but it’s rare.

Who is your best friend? What kinds of things do you do when you’re together?

Lucy Martin and I have been BFFs since grade school. She’s really like a sister to me. We experienced our first boyfriends together, puberty, high school, and college. She was the first person I called the day my parents died. One of our favorite things to do is a girl’s night out. We don’t worry about finding guys or anything, just go have a blast at a winery or pub.

If you have a family, how do you get along with them? If you don’t, are there people in your life that you consider family? How do you get along with them?

My baby sister is my only blood relative. We’re the best of friends. I’m not sure if it’s because of the fact that our parents died and we had to forge our way, or if it would have always been that way with the two of us.

Do you have a birthmark? Scars? Where is it/are they? How did you get it/them?

No, I don’t have any birthmarks. I’m pretty average physically I think.

When you’re angry, what do you do? Where do you go? How do you deal with your anger?

I’m more of a fighter. When I’m angry I typically go to the boxing gym near our house and go a few rounds with the bag. It gets it all out of my system and is a great workout to boot.

If you had to make me a meal right now, without going to the store, what would you find in your refrigerator to feed us?

Probably a spinach salad and some fruit. Although I always have my fridge stocked with wine and cheese too.

What’s the one thing you’re afraid of losing?

My sister. Our parents died in a car wreck six years ago and she’s the only family I have left.

What makes you laugh out loud?

British comedies. I love the dry wit and their off-beat humor. I cannot get enough of them.

Has anyone broken your heart? Who was s/he?

No one in the romantic sense, most of my relationships have been fairly bland. There was an event that shattered my heart though, it was the day my parents died. It’s something I don’t think I will ever fully recover from. As you get older you begin to understand that not all grief dissipates, some grief is so deep you will carry it with you all the days of your life.

What’s the one thing you want out of life that you don’t think you can have? Why can’t you have it?

A life of my own. Since my parents died, I’m the one who has kept the home fires burning, so to speak.


Her Highland Master

Zoey Mills’s life is in shambles. She’s been accused of leaking her upper crust Hollywood clients’ data to an online magazine for a large payday. After a wine and chocolate-filled evening of drowning her sorrows, she determines that her best course of action is to leave her home in sunny Los Angeles for a week-long vacation in the Scottish Highlands. It’s the only way she can escape from the fact that her image is being splashed across the nightly news – and it might actually give her a chance to consider what her next move should be, now that her Great Master Life Plan has disintegrated into dust.

Unfortunately, she’s only just landed and is navigating the tiny roads in her rental car when a freak early autumn snow storm hits. Zoey finds herself stranded and winds up on the doorstep of Mullardoch Manor; home of the sexy Scotsman, Declan McDougal, who is her every dark fantasy brought to life.

Declan is one of the founding members of The Dungeon Fantasy Club. As a billionaire businessman and a Dom, he prefers to keep his sexual preferences and tastes away from the boardroom. He’s also become bored, not just with the club, but also with his life. None of the subs he meets can hold his interest for more than a night and it’s been that way for a long time. He just never wants more than a brief encounter. At least, not since his ex-fiancée cheated on him with another Dom and ran away. However, that all changes when Zoey barrels into his home uninvited and upends his luxurious but stale existence.

When Zoey finds herself without a place to stay, Declan makes her a tantalizing but scandalous offer: Stay in his home for the week, free of charge, and spend each night warming his bed. Or any other time of the day, for that matter. Deciding she doesn’t have much to lose and possibly everything to gain, Zoey accepts.

With Zoey’s every sweet subsequent cry of ecstasy, Declan uncovers a sub who warms not only his bed, but slowly thaws his frozen, scarred heart. And as Zoey explores her deepest fantasies, even as he spanks her bare bottom for disobeying his rules, she finds herself wanting more than just a week of unmitigated pleasure with the Dom.

Things seem to be progressing perfectly, both in bed and out, when Zoey’s past catches up with her. When he feels betrayed once more, and fears the woman he has grown to care for is not who she says she is, will Declan still be willing to risk his heart to become Her Highland Master?

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About Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.

Anya is a Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.


Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series

  • Her Highland Master, Book 1, April 15, 2016
  • To Master & Defend, Book 2, May 15, 2016
  • Two Doms for Kara, Book 3, June 12, 2016
  • His Driven Domme, Book 4, July 2016
  • Her Country Master, Book 5, August 2016
  • Love Me, Master Me, Book 6, September 2016
  • Submit To Me, Book 7, October 2016
  • Her Wired Dom, Book 8, November 2016


Tell us what you think of this new series and five readers will win an ebook copies of HER HIGHLAND MASTER

Jane Austen Lives! Thanks to Darcie Wilde

A USEFUL WOMAN, A Rosalind Thorne Mystery by Darcie Wilde, the title caught my attention immediately—I had to swallow the affront that stuck in my throat. The audacity to say a woman is ‘useful.” The cover image of a historical era ballroom, however, explains the slight toward the female sex—the nineteenth century did not belong to us. And the author’s name, Darcie Wilde, immediately brought a smile to my face as I thought of a famous Mr. Darcy created by Jane Austen.

Could there be a connection? Yes, ma’am. Darcie Wilde, or Sarah Zettel to those of us in the cozy world, has created a brilliant new series that embraces not only a historical mystery, but the style and romance of a Jane Austen novel. I absolutely loved this book and cannot imagine a better title.

I also had to interview the very useful woman who wrote this impressive new mystery. :-)

Kym: Hi Sarah! Welcome to the Cozy Corner!

Sarah: Thanks so much for inviting me! I’m really excited to be here.

Kym: I love your new pseudonym, Darcie Wilde. Can you tell our readers how it came to be?

Sarah: It started out as a pseudonym for some new historical romances I was writing (Lord of the Rakes, An Accidental Abduction). Since I love a touch of humor and the satirical in my writing I decided to attach myself to the family of Oscar Wilde (I’m sure Oscar wouldn’t mine), and the Darcie, is a nod to Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy.

Kym: You have a fascinating new release A USEFUL WOMAN, A Rosalind Thorne Mystery, that I absolutely loved! How would you describe Rosalind’s life and her skills at sleuthing?

Sarah: Rosalind is, as the phrase of the time went “in reduced circumstances.” She makes a kind of livelihood for herself organizing the lives and events for wealthy women who either aren’t as good at it, or who don’t want the bother. As a result, she’s in and out of everybody’s houses, knows all the people who make things actually happen and how the social world of London really functions, so when something goes very wrong, she knows how to track it to its source.

Kym: This series is set in nineteenth century London. What drew you to that time period.

Sarah: I am a fan of Jane Austen, of course, and I admit I love Regency Romances, especially the great Georgette Heyer, and, as I’ve said I write Regencies myself. All this led me to do a lot of research on the time period, which in turn led me to the phenomenon of “silver fork novels,” which were a genre that got really popular around 1825. I started reading them, and found them a gold mine of cool ideas that were just waiting to be turned into novels.

Kym: I really enjoyed how you gave hints to the mystery, but kept Rosalind’s suspicions close to her chest. The reader unravels your heroine’s life as the mystery is revealed. Was this something you did on purpose, or was it just the way Rosalind developed on the page.

Sarah: A bit of both. I don’t draft, per se, I pile and I layer. I really wanted the internal and external conflicts to run close together from the beginning, so as I was working out the external plots and motivations, I was able to go back in and layer more internal detail and motivation, and then rearrange everything to make sure that the pacing and the revelations (hopefully) flowed well together.

Kym: In A Useful Woman, Rosalind is trapped between the fairy tale romance she’s always dreamed of, and a real romance with a very deserving man below her station. Do you see her choosing between the two, or do you see fate choosing for her?

Sarah: That would be telling.

Kym: LOL, you can’t blame me for trying;) At the end of A USEFUL WOMAN, you hint toward Rosalind’s next mystery. Can you divulge a bit more?

Sarah: Actually, I just finished it. A PURELY PRIVATE MATTER is pulled from a famous-in-its-time “criminal conversation” case involving the poet, Caroline Norton. We get money, revenge, privilege, blackmail and a look at the inner workings of the 19th century coroner’s court…

Kym: I fell in love with your writing with the releases of TASTE OF THE NIGHTLIFE and LET THEM EAT STAKE, A Vampire Chef Mystery Series. And I admit, I adored Anatole, he was what I would currently describe as a Russian version of the television character, Lucifer. Is that how you pictured him when you wrote him?

Sarah: Ah, Anatole. When he was human, he was an oprichnik, one of Tsar Ivan the Terrible’s secret police, and may be the only guy who mellowed out and left behind a lower body count after he was turned. Now he only has to be a monster when he chooses.

Kym: I was heartbroken when a third book didn’t follow and I’m not the only fan who has begged for more. On your website, you’ve hinted that there might be plans to revisit Charlotte Caine and New York’s undead community, can you tell us if they will be coming back to life in a third release?

Sarah: I will spare you the whole, “baseball insider” version of the situation, but some unforeseen and difficult circumstances surround the rights to the Vampire Chef books that have not been able to be worked out. I have tried all the avenues I can find, but unfortunately there’s been no luck. This is not the fault of the great folks at PRH, or my fantastic editor, Jess Wade, it is just one of those unfortunate kinks in the sometimes complicated game of publishing. I am still looking for a way to make it happen, but I’m afraid that unless something new opens up, it will not be for awhile.

Kym: This is the perfect example of contracts taking a bite out of a great series, but I understand the complicated details. We will keep our fingers crossed! I’m glad you have so many other great series for readers to turn to, like your YA Historical series, Palace of Spies, set in King George I’s court. Please tell our readers more about the series.

Sarah: Palace of Spies is the adventures of Peggy Fitzroy, who when the book opens is a penniless orphan about to be forced into a loveless marriage. She goes from there to meeting a pair of mysterious gentlemen (who probably aren’t gentlemen) to impersonating a maid of honor at court, to ending up on the track of a secret letter that might (or might not) change the fate of the United Kingdoms…oh, I had fun with these.

Kym: I love the premise for your American Fairy series, a bi-racial young woman who also happens to be half-fae set during the dustbowl in early 1900s America. What was the biggest challenge you faced writing this series?

Sarah: Reality. No, seriously. Every time I thought I had the plot sorted out, I’d turn up some new bit of historical research that made me have to tear it apart and do it over. The biggest one came when I was researching Kansas City in the first book. Now, I make heavy use of jazz in the books, and the fae absolutely love the music and tend to kidnap or co-opt the musicians. And I found out (and I swear to Heaven above I am not making this up), that in the Thirties in Kansas City, one of the most sought after gigs for a jazz musician was an outdoor amusement park called…wait for it…Fairyland. Had to rewrite the entire last quarter of the book, because you do not let something like that slide.

Kym: Having lived in Kansas City for decades—I’m ashamed I didn’t know that! I’ll definitely have to revisit the Jazz Hall of Fame at 18th and Vine;) Which do you find more difficult to write, American Historicals, English Historicals, or the combination with paranormal elements?

Sarah: Every book presents a unique challenge. There’s a truism that you don’t learn how to write books, you learn how to write this book, and you learn to write it as you go. I will say that the first job of a writer, whether you’re working in reality or next door to reality, is to create worlds that are consistent, thought through and rich, both internally and externally. That remains the same whatever the genre.

Kym: Can you tell our readers where they can find you on social media?

Sarah: Darcie Wilde is on Facebook, and Twitter (@Darcie_Wilde) and has a website . Sarah Zettel is also on FB and Twitter (@sarah_zettel) and her website is here. And, if anybody out there is a reader of paranormal cat cozies, they might check out A FAMILIAR TAIL by Delia James

Kym: Thank you for joining us at the Cozy Corner!

Sarah: Thank you so much for inviting me! This has been a lot of fun.

Until next time, get cozy and read on!

Kym Roberts

, author of DEAD
, A Tickled to Death Mystery, DEAD ON ARRIVAL, A Malia
Fern Mystery, and DEAD RIGHT THERE, A Malia Fern Mystery—Coming 2016, is a
retired detective sergeant who looks for passion, mystery and suspense in every
book she reads and writes.

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A Useful Woman

Inspired by the novels of Jane Austen, this new mystery
series set in 19th-century London introduces the charming
and resourceful Rosalind Thorne, a woman privy to the
secrets of high society—including who among the ton
is capable of murder…

The daughter of a baronet and minor heiress, Rosalind Thorne
was nearly ruined after her father abandoned the family. To
survive in the only world she knew, she began to manage the
affairs of some of London society’s most influential women,
who have come to rely on her wit and discretion.

So, when artistocratic wastrel Jasper Aimesworth is found
dead in London’s most exclusive ballroom, Almack’s, Rosalind
must use her skills and connections to uncover the killer
from a list of suspects that includes Almack’s powerful
patronesses and her former suitor Devon Winterbourne, now
Lord Casselmaine.

Torn between her old love and a growing attraction to a
compelling Bow Street runner, Rosalind must not only unravel
the mysteries surrounding Jasper’s death, but the mysteries
of her own heart as well…

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About Darcie Wilde

Darcie Wilde

A longtime resident of the Great Lakes State, Darcie Wilde writes her sizzling-hot romances in Ann Arbor, Michigan. When not actually writing, she lives out her own happily-ever-afters with her husband of fifteen years, one rapidly growing son, one cat, and one writer’s group of infinite patience.

Rosalind Thorne | Regency Makeover


Jessica Lemmon | Five Reasons Women Love Bad Boys

Oh, the bad boy. Who doesn’t love a guy in black leather, with a wicked curve to his smile, and a gleam in his eye that says, “Come on, baby, let’s get into trouble.”?

I never knew I was the bad boy type…until I started writing them. Now I can’t get enough. What’s beautiful about bad boys is there is a wide range. From down and dirty to hard and gritty to the kind of bad boy I love to write the most: the sweet heat.

You know the type. The kind of guy who is a good family man at heart, but won’t hesitate to toss his woman over his knee. The man who is loyal to his friends, but still takes physical risks that put him in danger. From billionaires, to ex-military landscapers, to rock stars, I’ve written many, many bad boys. And I’m not stopping any time soon.

Here are my top five reasons women like you (and me!) love bad boys. I’ve also included a few of my bad boys as recommendations. Which one is for you?

  • Bad Boys know who they are. They may be jerks, but they know they are and aren’t afraid to be that way. The key to any successful pairing with a bad boy is to find a heroine who challenges him. Bad boys don’t shy away from challenge. They take it on.


Fighting for Devlin

Perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Katy Evans, Jessica Lemmon’s irresistible Lost Boys series kicks off with the story of a good girl who plays by the rules—and the bad boy who brings out her wild side.

Devlin Calvary makes his own luck. Orphaned as a young child, he was taken in by a crew of bookies and gamblers—and they became his family. They’re the reason Dev’s running a trendy bistro, living in a high rise, and enjoying the good life with a string of women who never ask for too much. Until, one night, he finds out how much it hurts to trust the wrong people. . . .

Rena Lewis sticks to the straight and narrow, determined not to slip up again . . . like the terrible night of partying four years ago that ended in tragedy. A waitress at Oak & Sage, she knows that sleeping with her boss is not a smart move. But when Dev shows up on her doorstep, beat up and clearly shaken, Rena’s not about to turn him down . . . or kick him out of bed.

Dev reawakens something primal within her—a need to go wild. And Rena soon finds out that the heart she’d sealed away years ago still has the power to fight for love.

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  • Bad Boys are confident in the sack. Because they have had so much *ahem* experience in the bedroom, the woman who lands a bad boy is going to find he’s pretty darn good at what he does in there. He knows how to please her, and because of a stubborn streak a mile wide, he’s not going to stop until he does.


Bringing Home the Bad Boy

The Bad Boy Is Back

Evan Downey needs a new beginning. Since the death of his wife five years ago, the brilliant tattoo artist has shut himself away in a prison of grief that not even his work can break him out of-and what’s worse, Evan knows his son Lyon is bearing the brunt of his seclusion. Moving back to the lake town of Evergreen Cove where he spent his childhood summers is his last chance for a fresh start.

Charlotte Harris knows she owes it to her best friend’s memory to help Evan and his son find their way again, but she can’t stop her traitorous heart from skipping a beat every time she looks into Evan’s mesmerizing eyes. Charlotte is determined to stay strictly in the Friend Zone-until a mind-blowing night knocks that plan by the wayside. Now, if they’re brave enough to let it, Charlotte and Evan might just find a love capable of healing their broken hearts . . .

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  • Bad Boys are unpredictable. The girl of his dreams probably dated some schmoe before she dated him, and that guy likely ironed his socks. Meanwhile, her new bad boy beau is telling her to pack a bag because he has a surprise for her, and he’s not going to tell her what it is.


A Bad Boy For Christmas

‘Tis the Season to Be Naughty

Connor McClain knows what he wants. And after four harrowing years in Afghanistan, that’s a quiet life in the lakeside town of Evergreen Cove. But coming home has land mines of its own-the most dangerous of them being long-legged bombshell Faith Garrett. Now getting her into his arms this holiday is going to require more than mistletoe . . .

With a cheating ex behind her, all Faith wants is a relaxing holiday free from man drama. And even though every moment with gorgeous Connor is a sweet temptation, Faith is determined not to give in. But Jack Frost has other plans, and soon Faith and Connor are snowbound in a winter wonderland with only the sparks flying between them to keep them warm. As one hot kiss leads to another, they’ll have to decide if they’re ready to give each other the best gift of all-love.

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  • Bad Boys are loyal. He won’t abandon his true friends, or a family that’s done him right. While bad boys often run from what’s hurting them, they still have a network of friends they will never cut out of their lives.


Rescuing the Bad Boy

Not All Scars Heal

For Donovan Pate, the lake town of Evergreen Cove is a minefield of tough memories-including the day he had to let go of Sofie Martin. Years later he still can’t forget the taste of her lips and the feel of her killer curves. He knows he’s too damaged, that he should stay away for her own good. But what the head says and the heart wants are two very different things . . .

Seven years ago, Donovan broke Sofie’s heart. Now her career depends on playing nice in order to pull off the charity fund-raiser of the decade. She vows to keep things professional . . . yet working by his side every day doesn’t make it easy to fight temptation, and it isn’t long before she finds herself falling for this bad boy all over again. But loving Donovan means helping him face his past-so they can fight for a future together.

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  • Bad Boys love endlessly. Once you win a bad boy’s heart, he’s not going anywhere. He values the love of a good woman the way he values a shot of the best whiskey: through to his soul. Bag one of these boys and you’ll experience a lifetime of love and loyalty, and a healthy dose of toe-curling unpredictability.


Return of the Bad Boy

He’s a mess…

Asher Knight has three constants in his life: music, beautiful women, and a bottle of Jack. He lives for the next gig, the next city, and dreams only of a life spent in front of an arena full of screaming fans. But Asher’s nomad ways come to a sudden stop when he learns he’s the father of a three-year-old from a past relationship and suddenly this rock star bad boy is forced to put down roots.

Only she can clean up

Gloria Shields is no one’s fool. Sure, the sexual chemistry between her and Asher has always been intense, but she’d never risk giving her heart to a man who has a perfect record for breaking them. Except the man desperate to make things right with his newfound son is nothing like the rock god she’s guarded her heart against for years. And it isn’t long before she starts to wonder if life with this bad boy might be the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

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About Jessica Lemmon

Jessica Lemmon

Jessica Lemmon has always been a dreamer. At some point, she decided head-in-the-clouds thinking was childish and went out and got herself a job. …And then she got another one because that one was lousy. And when that one stopped being fulfilling, she went out and got another …and another.

Soon it became apparent she’d only be truly happy doing what she loved. And since “eating potato chips” isn’t a viable career, she opted to become a writer. With fire in her heart, she dusted off a book she’d started years prior, finished it, and submitted it. It may have been the worst book ever, but it didn’t stop her from writing another one. Now she has several books finished, several more started, and even more marinating in her brain (which currently resides in the clouds, thankyouverymuch), and she couldn’t be happier.

She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want. (While eating potato chips.)

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