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Kim McMahill with A Taste of Tragedy

ATasteofTragedy_ebookcover copyToday I am welcoming Kim McMahill to the Starla Kaye website with A Taste of Tragedy.

BlurbA Taste of Tragedy

Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed . . . until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving.

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ExcerptA Taste of Tragedy

“Here, let me help you,” Morgan said as she draped Devyn’s arm around her shoulders.

Morgan tried to relieve as much weight as she could from Devyn as she helped her hobble to the waiting vehicle. Once Devyn was seated in the cramped back seat, Morgan dug out her emergency supply bag. She handed Devyn a blanket and a bottle of water. “I have a first aid kit, but I think you need something a little more than a bandage.”

“It’s just a few scratches. I’ll live.”

Morgan could see why Nick trusted Devyn with his back. As she looked at the battered and bruised woman, who had taken off into the desert in the middle of the night in bare feet to prevent a criminal from getting away, she had to admire her. Devyn had to be in extreme pain, yet not a complaint escaped her lips.

“Make room in the back,” Nick huffed.

Morgan looked up to see Nick trudging toward her with an inert Aaron slung over his shoulder. She raced to the tiny back cargo area and moved a few items around so Nick could squeeze the body in the vehicle.

“Is he dead?” Morgan whispered.

“Not quite, but we need to get him medical help A.S.A.P. The bullet didn’t hit any vital organs, but I’m not sure how much damage he suffered from the knock to the head”

Morgan watched as Nick set the man down in the vehicle, and then she joined Devyn in the back seat. Turning around and kneeling, she was able to lean over the seat and assess Aaron’s injuries. She folded up a handkerchief and placed it over Aaron’s gunshot wound and applied pressure. She wasn’t sure which was bleeding more, the bullet hole or the bump and cut to the head, but she had to try and slow the blood loss any way she could.

“That’s all we can do for now,” Nick said. “Just keep the pressure on the best you can.”

Morgan nodded as Nick secured the back and then got behind the wheel.

“You okay?” Nick asked as he turned to face Devyn.

“I’ve had better days, but sadly, I’ve had worse.”

 

Author Bio

Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. Kim started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. Kim currently resides in Colorado, and when not writing, she enjoys gardening, traveling, hiking, and spending time with family.

Author Links

Website: http://kimmcmahill.com

Blog:  http://kimmcmahill.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/849945.Kim_McMahill

Alexa Bourne with Simple Treasures

AB_Simple Treasures_MDI am welcoming Alexa Bourne today to my blog with SIMPLE TREASURES. To begin with, Alexa has a few words for us all.

Happy Holidays, everyone! Whether you’re in an area with tons of snow, sunshine and sandcastles or one with cold, crisp air, I hope you’re enjoying the holidays.

The time between America’s Thanksgiving and the world ringing in the New Year is my favorite part of the year. Not only do I get to eat LOTS of good treats, but I get to spend time with family, shop for gifts and listen to Christmas music. And of course, I can’t deny getting presents is fun, too!

But honestly, for me, I love the holidays because people are a little kinder to each other, a little more patient, and people tend to appreciate the goodness they have in their lives more than they do during the rest of the year. Now some say people get crazy with their gift shopping, but I tend to focus on gifts that have meaning for the person, not the trendiest treats. In short, I go for quality over quantity or what the world says we must have.

How about you? Do you mow people down on Black Friday to get “the perfect gift”? Or do you focus more on sentimental presents?

 

BLURB – Simple Treasures

Take-charge bodyguard Colin Munro believes working for the International Protective Network will be the perfect occupation for him. Unfortunately, his trial assignment is protecting a woman who has no intention of blindly following orders. Aye, he’ll bring the bonnie lass in line because there’s no way he’ll allow her to ruin his chance of securing his dream job.

Physically and emotionally scarred during her stint as a U.S. soldier, Joanna Grainger wants nothing more than to enjoy life. New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh marks the beginning of her transformation. But when she witnesses a crime no one believes occurred, her plans come to a screeching halt. To make matters worse, her sexy but headstrong bodyguard has no compassion for her or the victim.

As danger hunts them during one of the busiest times of the year, Joanna must convince Colin she’s a worthy partner. But first, can she convince herself?

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EXCERPT – Simple Treasures

Joanna bolted upright. Darkness wrapped her in its hideous embrace. And silence reigned. Her heart raced. She flattened her hands on the mattress beneath her.

Mattress. Bed. Colin’s hotel room.

Rustling sounds came from the floor. The bedside lamp flickered on. Colin propped himself up, one knee bent and an arm dangling over it. He squinted against the brightness. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She brushed her fingers under her eyes.

“Don’t be daft, lass.”

“I had a bad dream.” She smoothed her hair back off her face. Moisture beaded at her temples.

“Here we call it a nightmare.” He smiled, and at once she relaxed her shoulders.

“Americans do, too.” After another deep breath, she said, “I’ll be all right.” Once her heart rate slowed to normal. With her forearm, she wiped perspiration from her forehead.

He stood, padded into the bathroom, and ran the faucet. When he returned, he sat beside her, tucked his finger under her chin, and pressed the cloth to her cheek. The cool moisture soothed her burning skin.

She reached up and covered his hand with hers. “I can do that.”

“I know.” He brushed her fingers away. “But you’ll not.”

After a few seconds, he moved the wet towel across her forehead and to her other cheek.

When he reached her neck, she sighed and closed her eyes for a few valuable seconds.

“Thank you.”

His gentle caress reminded her how much she’d missed simple comfort…from anyone.

“You’re welcome.” The cloth soon disappeared. “Now, will you tell me what you dreamed about?”

“Mark Rawlings. I dreamed I was back in the train car and he was bleeding out on the floor. The guy with him faded into the background, but I could see the man’s hands and lips moving. I couldn’t hear anything, though. Then somebody jabbed me with something, and my blood drained out of my body, but there was nothing I could do. The guy standing stayed in front of me. There was another voice, but the words were garbled.”

“Did you see anyone else?”

“No, but at the end I wasn’t paying attention. I was losing consciousness.” She tilted her head to one side and into her palm. “Colin, what am I going to do if we don’t find the professor’s attacker soon?”

We’ll take it one day at a time.” Strong, confident, able to leap tall buildings and all…even in the middle of the night.

 

book signing picAUTHOR BIO

Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website, www.alexabourne.com.

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M J Flournoy with Little Lies

Amazon (1)I’m welcoming M. J. Flournoy to my blog today with her novella LITTLE LIES.

 

BLURB – Little Lies

A novella of sensual contemporary romance with hot, steamy love scenes, not quite erotica. Dr. Sara Chandler is on a mission and Zack St. Cloud is her target. He owes her and she is determined to collect. The good doctor makes a plan to ensnare former Olympian Zack St. Cloud and collect the debt owed her, but didn’t count on the sizzling chemistry between them trapping her in her own web. This is a secret baby plot.

BUY LINK:   Amazon

EXCERPT – Little Lies

                  “You are certifiable. You realize that, don’t you?”

“Thanks for the vote of support.” Dr. Sara Chandler studied the shade of electric blue polish on her toenails. Her fingers tightened on the card in her hands. She couldn’t let doubts weaken her resolve. This was a one shot deal. If she wavered now, all would be lost. She leaned closer to the window gazing down at the sparkling water of the Roseville Inn’s Olympic sized pool three floors below.

“You’re really going through with this hair-brained scheme?” Dr. Carol Lester took a drag on her ever present cigarette.

Sara moved the cell phone away from her ear and mimed pounding it against the tabletop before she returned it to her ear. She so didn’t need Carol’s lecture at this point. Her chain-smoking friend had helped her come up with the plan, now look who was getting cold feet.

Sara pushed away thoughts of her friend sabotaging her health. She couldn’t think about losing another loved one, not now. She had to focus, to keep herself in character. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried repeatedly to persuade her friend and partner to give up the cigarettes.

“How hard can it be to crash a twenty-five year high school reunion?” Sara fingered the white embossed card that had invited her deceased husband to join his class for their reunion. Her fingers traced over the familiar letters, as she read his name. This one’s is for you, babe.

Still there was a tiny niggling doubt at the back of her mind that he wouldn’t approve. Sara squared her shoulders, she’d come too far to turn back now. The debt owed would be collected.

“Sara, I went along with your cockeyed scheme when you came up with it, because I didn’t think you’d go through with it.” Carol’s words burned through the fog that had temporally cloud Sara’s thoughts. “But this is going too far.”

“Look, I’m bushed. A three-hour flight and a two hour drive, after several hours in ICU with a patient, has worn me out.” Sara massaged the back of her neck where tension tied her muscles into knots. “I have a few more things to unpack, then I’m hitting the pool.”

Her friend’s breath hissed through the phone. If smoke could travel through wireless she’d be stifling in it right now. How a pediatric immuno specialist could be a chain smoker baffled Sara.

“Call me the minute he gets there, I won’t rest until you do.”

“Carol.” Sara paced to the closet, thumbed through the clothes she’d hung. “Don’t be such a mother hen. It’s too late now, I’m already here and I’m going through with my plan.” She pulled out the little red dress and hung it on the closet door.

“Well, you’ve added this last little twist, and I’m sure it’s not legal.”

“Hush, dear.” Sara sank into the overstuffed chair beside the window and flexed her toes, admiring the way the early morning sun reflected off the blue polish. “Little lies, just sweet little lies. No harm done.”

“Yeah, right,” Carol answered. “Call me. I want to know e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g!”

“Play by play, I promise.” Sara tucked her cell in the pocket of her tote. I can live my little lies, no one else will ever know.

AUTHOR BIO

MJ Flournoy is the pseudonym of Melba Moon. She is a graduate of LaGrange College with a degree in History. She also holds a Master’s degree in Learning Disabilities. MJ is a member of Romance Writers of America and a Past President of Kiss of Death , the Mystery and Suspense Chapter of RWA. MJ is a two time winner of the Maggie Award of Excellence. Writing as Melba Moon she has published short Southern fiction, one of which, is about a runaway child and the private investigator sent to bring her home and is featured in the Best Selling anthology, Finding Love’s Magic. MJ is a retired Special Education teacher and lives in LaGrange, Georgia with her husband. They have two children and two granddaughters. When she isn’t writing, MJ enjoys reading, container gardening, travel and cooking.

AUTHOR LINK:  Website

 

OTHER TITLES

A_Matter_Of_Trust_Final_LARGEA MATTER OF TRUST

Genre: Romantic Suspense with paranormal elements

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Ann Raina with The Secretary’s Bodyguard

the secretarys bodyguard_darkhairI am pleased to welcome back Ann Raina with her first book in a new series, THE SECRETARY’S BODYGUARD.

BLURB – The Secretary’s Bodyguard

Ethan Mahoney loves his wife dearly and arranges for her to accompany him on his assignment as bodyguard of the Secretary of State to Colombia. The journey ends in a fiasco that leaves the secretary and his entourage stranded in the Colombian woods with terrorists on their heels, not knowing if they will survive and find their way back to civilization.

BUY LINK:  Extasy Books

Before we get more into the story, let’s take a moment to talk to Jazmin and Ethan from The Secretary’s Bodyguard.

Can you tell the readers a little about yourself?

Jazmin: I was born in Colombia, but my parents moved with me to Washington, D.C. I worked as a police officer when I met with this…

Ethan: Don’t say something wrong. I saw you first in that snug police uniform and knew instantly I should ask you out.

Jazmin: No, the first thing you said was ‘You can’t get through here’ with that totally down-to-business-voice. You tried to shy me off though I was on duty!

Ethan: It wasn’t your business and I was just being polite to tell you.

Jazmin: Anyway, when your boss had cleared the situation you did ask me out.

Ethan (sighing): And you made an entrance I’ll never forget—that dress, that smile…

Jazmin: I remember that you knocked the chair over and blamed it on the wind.

Ethan: It was windy.

Jazmin: Yep, almost a storm.

And that was the beginning of your relationship?

Ethan: I knew she was the right woman. She’s just…adorable. Lovely. The best wife any man could have.

Jazmin: You were the butt of jokes for a week because you couldn’t stop babbling about me to your friends.

Ethan: I’m still telling everyone about you.

Jazmin: Oh, come on! Stop that macho grin!

Ethan: I’m not macho!

Jazmin (laughing): No, you were born with a ramrod as a spine and just turned out to be a bodyguard.

What are a couple of random thoughts about yourself that will surprise the readers?

Ethan: We’re an old-fashioned couple. She does what I say.

Jazmin: You wish. No, really, I don’t think that old-fashioned nails it. I’m a working woman, I can take care of myself. And I proved it more than once.

Ethan: And you almost caused me a heart attack!

Jazmin: That was just because you didn’t trust in my abilities!

Ethan: Sorry, but when my wife moves out of safety to face a killer I’m a tad nervous!

Jazmin (soothing): It worked out. I’m fine. We won. That’s what counts, right?

What makes you blush?

Ethan: I never blush!!

Jazmin: I do. If Ethan leaves his non-telling, always low-key expression mode and kisses me full throttle in front of strangers. That’s…

Ethan (quietly): Love.

What do you think about “love and romance”?

Ethan: It’s essential in life. I put the love for my wife above everything. Period.

Jazmin: He truly means it. And I’d lie if I said anything against it. He’s a tiger when it comes to protecting me. He’d turn the world—and he has—to make sure that I’m safe. That’s the greatest love ever known. And romance? Well, I guess, it comes with it. The quiet moment after the danger’s over…precious.

Who took the first step in heating things up between you?

Jazmin: Aw, that would’ve been me. Ethan was just too polite and too…

Ethan: I’d have made my step, don’t you worry.

Jazmin: I knew what my captain wanted. I could read in his eyes from the beginning. And since he’s been the right man in everything, I made the step and invited him.

Ethan: You call this an invitation? Princess, you took me without holding back.

Jazmin: Not more than you wanted to give.

Ethan (clears his throat): I—

Jazmin (distinct glance): You lose the argument.

Would you rather be caught in a wild moment of passion or tied down and taken?

Ethan: A bedroom question? Really? That’s really not—

Jazmin: Yes to both. He’s a tiger. In all ways.

Okay, so what is the kinkiest sexual thing you’ve ever done?

Ethan (exchanging glances with Jazmin): Sex in the Jacuzzi?

Jazmin: You tied-up in the hotel room?

Ethan: Not going into detail.

Jazmin: No, don’t want to shock anyone. And, captain, you just blushed!!

Who made the first compromise in your relationship?

Jazmin: I did. I quit working for the police in D.C. because Ethan was always on edge when I went to work. He’s working as a bodyguard for the Secretary of State. I wouldn’t want him to be distracted. He shouldn’t worry about me when on duty.

Ethan: I’m glad she quit. She’s right—I was always nervous, though I know she’s good. It’s just the way I am. I want her to be out of harm’s way. Well, at least I try to be ahead of her when she’s risking her life.

Jazmin (very quietly): I did what I had to do. It doesn’t mean that I like it.

Ethan (bends to kiss her): I love you, princess. Always.

Thanks for that…insight.

EXCERPT – The Secretary’s Bodyguard

The job of a bodyguard isn’t easy —

 

Jazmin winced. “You were shot! Oh, my god!” She took his face in both hands. “Captain, this isn’t nothing. Come, sit down on the bed. Let me have a look at it.”

“Jaz, it’s all right. The medic already stitched me up. Nothing—”

“If you say nothing to worry about one more time, I’ll give you something to worry about.”

Ethan smiled. “Okay, do what you have to do.” She directed him to the bed and he lay down slowly. He was exhausted suddenly, and Jazmin’s warm hands were consoling. He melted on the warm covers and his eyes closed all by themselves.

Jazmin carefully undid the gauze and scrutinized the wound and how the medic had dealt with it. “It’s a long scratch, but thin. Burnt at the edges. Six stitches.” She scolded him “That’s more than nothing, definitely.”

“Long distance rifle shot,” he murmured.

“The secretary?”

“He’s okay. Walter and Ryan were with him.”

“And the others?”

Ethan took a deep breath, recalling the moment of the attack. “Bodyguards okay, some passers-by and reporters might’ve been hit. I saw one person down. Walter sent me to the medic after we had Nolan safe in his room, and then when I returned, he told me he doesn’t need me tonight.” He opened his eyes again to watch Jazmin apply salve to the wound before she wound the bandage around once more. “What’s that for?”

“Old home remedy, made by Mamá. It’ll keep the itching away and help so the skin doesn’t tighten.”

“Thank you.”

She kissed him gently on the lips. “Always.”

“Don’t gimme that look, princess. You knew what kind of job I do when we met.”

“I’m not complaining. It’s just…I do worry, you know. That’s my job as your wife, and I’m determined to do it properly.”

“I’m fine.”

She slipped off the bed to help him out of his shoes, pants and socks. “Shall I order room service? Want anything?”

Ethan found it hard to form words. His brain had jumped to stand-by mode. “Something light, maybe. A salad?”

“Move up into the bed, captain, you might slip out any moment.”

Ethan pulled up his legs and she covered him. He felt her hand in his hair, and the soft caressing was all he needed to relax and let go.

 

andrea-sernaAUTHOR BIO – Ann Raina

Ann Raina lives in Germany with horse and cats. Riding and writing are her favorite hobbies (not every time in that order). For eXtasy Books she has written eight books, and two more with the wonderful couple Ethan and Jazmin are waiting in line. Her main interest is to show characters and their development under difficult circumstances and never forget that in every drama there are comical moments and fun. For further information turn to www.annraina.com. For contact write to [email protected]

Spotlight: Alice Orr and A Vacancy At The Inn

A Vacancy at the Inn - Cover 2 200x300 - 20.6 KBMy special guest today is Alice Orr, author of the Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series. Today she is promoting her Christmas novella, A VACANCY AT THE INN. Before we get to that, she has some thoughts to share with everyone.

My Brother’s Gifts

My brother was always late for Christmas. “Where’s Michael?” would be the question floating around. I heard a story once about an answer to that question. It may have happened or it may have been a Michael legend. There are many of those.

“Where’s Michael?” someone is supposed to have asked as the gift-sharing moment approached. “He’s over in the corner making a vest out of baloney,” was the answer. Legend or not – that would have been a knowing response in more ways than one. First – Michael did handmade gifts most of the time. Second – he did them at the last minute.

For example his wedding gift to Jonathan and me was a song he wrote titled “Take My Hand.” The ceremony was scheduled for 5 p.m. At 3 p.m. Michael was still in the field behind our house finishing the lyrics. I knew nothing about any of this of course.

I’d designed the ceremony as my gift to Jonathan. I guess Michael and I shared that handmade and heart-made gene. Still it was best I didn’t know Michael would be an unscheduled participant in the service. I was freaked out enough already by everything else.

Then Michael stepped onto the apron of the altar space. I’d seen him on many stages before – acting or singing or simply showering his charisma over everybody present. “This is my gift to my sister and my new brother-in-law,” he said.

On that day in 1972 his hair was still long and in curls always just unruly enough. He had big blue blue eyes with long also curly lashes to die for. He was tall and rangy and had a loping slightly sidewinding gait and a super-wattage smile.

He had a beautiful singing voice too and he played the six-string like a master. One chord and a hush fell over the hundred or so people in the pews. He had them in his palm immediately – just as he’d intended he would.

“Take my hand” he sang. “And walk here by my side. Take my hand and you will be my guide.”

I don’t remember the rest of the words because I lost it instantly all over the makeup job my bridesmaids had so carefully applied. As I recall there were teardrops dripping off my nose. There are tears now as well while I write this.

I miss Michael a lot – especially at Christmas. And this year I really wish I had a vest made out of baloney.Michael in Tux

Alice Orr – http://www.aliceorrbooks.com.

 

 

A Vacancy at the Inn

Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Christmas Novella

Luke & Bethany’s Story by Alice Orr

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On a cold December day Bethany Miller and her son Michael arrive in Riverton.

She grew up on Riverton Hill in remote upstate New York where her complicated family still lives. She moved away to escape all of that and more. Now she’s back because of complications in her present life with what is best for her son. She hopes the Miller family will be a Christmas blessing for Michael. She’s less hopeful about what this homecoming will be for her.

The last thing Bethany wants is further complication. That means the last person she needs to see is Luke Kalli staring down at her from the roof of Miller’s Inn. They shared a glorious connection before she fled from here. The power of that encounter and the deep feelings she experienced came at a tumultuous moment in her life. They were yet another strong reason to leave Riverton Hill on Riverton Road and never return – until today. She has no idea this place will put her son in peril.

A Vacancy at the Inn is the first Novella of the Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series featuring the Kalli family and now the Miller family too in stories of Romance and Danger. A Wrong Way Home is Book 1 of the series. A Year of Summer Shadows is Book 2. A Villain for Vanessa will be Book 3 – coming soon.

All titles are available at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B000APC22E.

 

Alice 72 headshot[1]AUTHOR BIO – Alice Orr

“Alice Orr is a brilliant writer who has a Number One best seller hidden in her pocket. I look forward to more of her work,” says one Amazon reviewer. I say “Thanks!” I love to write. Especially romantic suspense novels and blog posts. I’ve been a workshop leader, book editor and literary agent. Now I live my dream of writing full-time. I’ve published thirteen novels and four novellas – both traditionally and independently – plus a memoir so far. I wrote my nonfiction book, No More Rejections, as a gift to the writers’ community I cherish. A revised edition is now in progress. Amazon says, “This book has it all.” About my romantic suspense, Amazon says, “Alice Orr turns up the heat.” Most of all, I like to hear from readers. Visit my website at www.aliceorrbooks.com. I have two grown children and two perfect grandchildren and I live with my husband Jonathan in New York City.

 

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Beverley Bateman with Targeted

Targeted_400x600I’m welcoming Beverley Bateman to my blog with TARGETED, a romantic suspense.

BLURB – Targeted: Hawkins Ranch Series- Kye’s Story

After an eleven year absence Janna Kincaid inherits a ranch and is forced to return to a town she only remembers with unhappiness, a man to whom she was briefly married and never wants to see again, and someone is trying to kill her.

Kye Hawkins has loved Janna since he first met her. They were married but a few weeks, later she ran away, without an explanation. He still hasn’t figured out why. Now she’s coming back. Does she still love him? Can he rekindle the romance and also prevent her from being killed?

Janna doesn’t want Kye’s help in any way, yet he always seems to be there when she’s in trouble. Can they work together to find a killer, save the Native burial ground and home of the spirits, and find romance again?

BUY LINK:     Amazon

Let’s chat a bit with Janna Kincaid and Kye from Targeted.

Can you tell the readers a little about yourself?

Sure. I’m Janna Kincaid. I produce television programs, usually documentaries on various topics. I live in Seattle and have my own house. I live alone and have no desire for marriage and a family.

What are a couple of random thoughts about yourself that will surprise the readers?

Janna: I don’t like to face my personal problems and prefer to do the ostrich, head in the sand approach and ignore them. I drink too much coffee. I don’t like being told what to do.

What makes you blush?

Janna: Actually, it’s accepting a complement. I have a hard time with that because I’m not used to it and I don’t know how to accept it.

What brought you into contact with each other?

Janna: I guess you’re talking about Kye and me. We met over twenty years ago. We were both children. I visited his parents’ ranch and that’s where we met. He kept saying we were soul mates, and we did fit together at the time.

What was your immediate reaction to each other?

Janna: He said he fell in love with me that first meeting. I didn’t pay too much attention to him at that time, but he grew on me.

What do each of you think about “love and romance”?

Janna: I’m against love and romance. I tried it once and it didn’t work out. I hold on to a lot of negative feelings from growing up. To prevent myself from ever getting hurt again, I want to immerse myself in my work and avoid any type of relationships.

Kye: I, on the other hand, fell in love at first sight. Janna is the only woman for me. I’ve waited for her to come home for eleven years, and now I’m trying to figure out how to win her back. I want Janna, marriage and kids.

Who took the first step in heating things up between you?

Janna: When we first met, it would have been Kye. When I was in my late teens the feelings were mutual.

Kye: Now that Janna’s back I’m trying to figure out how to heat things up again.

Would you rather be caught in a wild moment of passion or tied down and taken?

 Janna: I would definitely want to be caught up in a wild moment of passion.

What is the kinkiest sexual thing you’ve ever done?

Janna: I don’t think we’ve done anything really kinky. Before we were married we were riding out on the ranch and got caught in a violent thunder storm. We had to seek cover in a small shack where we spent the time making wild, passionate love (but it wasn’t really kinky).

Who made the first compromise in your relationship?

Janna: This is hopefully our second time around. Kye is making the compromises. He’s trying to change, become less ‘take charge’ and give me more freedom.

EXCERPT – Targeted

Someone had shot her back tire. Janna gripped the wheel to keep the vehicle on the road. She debated whether to try and outrun the shooter, wherever he was, or find cover. The windshield shattered as a third bullet entered the passenger side.

So much for outrunning the shooter.

She scanned the area and spotted an outcropping of rocks a few feet ahead on her right. She aimed the vehicle in that direction.

Two more shots, and both the back tires went down.

Definitely find cover.

Janna ducked low behind the steering wheel until the vehicle reached the rocks. When the car stopped, she grabbed the keys from the ignition and her purse and dove out the door. Bullets bounced off the rocks behind her as she scrambled for cover. Whoever was doing the shooting was serous. Anyone of the shots could have hit her.

She reached the rocks, keeping low until she got to the middle where she curled up as tightly as possible, her back against a rock. Her heart pounded in her ears, her breathing came in gasps. This was getting to be a habit. First someone tried to kill her in Seattle, and now, out in this god-forsaken country.

What the hell is going on? Why are they shooting at me? Was it the same person who shot at me in Seattle? That doesn’t seem likely, but who even knew I was coming here? Maybe it’s someone just trying to rob a stranger.

Yeah right, be honest, Janna, does this road look like many strangers came this way? And if they did, would they have a lot to steal? You really think this person selected a spot in the rocks where he would have a good shot at my vehicle. Coincidence? Not damn likely.

At least she’d worn boots and jeans—even if they were designer jeans. Now they were filthy, and so was her red sweater and jean jacket.

Another shot hit the rock behind her. She rolled over onto her stomach, shaded her eyes, and squinted into the sun. He must be up on the cliffs straight ahead. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have glimpsed a light, maybe a reflection off his scope.

Terrific! Now what? My gun is in my purse. I could fire back, but that would be a waste of bullets at this distance. 

She yanked out her cell and punched in 9-1-1.

Damn—no reception.

A pounding pulsed through the ground and came closer. Janna could feel the vibrations. It felt like horses. She glanced around, without raising her head, to see what was coming.

Suddenly there was a hand in front of her face.

“Grab it and jump on.”

The deep, rumbling voice was not asking. It was an order.

Janna grabbed the strong hand. In one smooth motion, she swung up behind a man on his horse. Seconds later, she had her hands wrapped around his well-developed, muscular chest, as the big chestnut thundered across the ground, out of the bullets’ range.

The man wore a leather jacket over a sweater. Her hands slid under the jacket for better grip. Even through the sweater she could feel sinewy muscles. She laid her head against his back and his braid. She took a breath in, inhaling the rich scent of leather, trying to calm her racing heart rate.

She glanced behind her. The cliffs were fading into the distance. The muscles of his well-developed shoulders bunched and relaxed as he led the horse at a gallop across the field. She felt safe for some unfathomable reason.

He had a familiar woodsy scent that made her think of sex under pine trees, not that she’d ever made love there. In fact, her sex life was pretty negligible these days.

They’d been riding for several minutes when Janna leaned forward. “You can put me down any place. I can manage now.”

“Really? And just what are you going to do out here, miles from town, by yourself, with someone shooting at you?”

The voice was deep, but soft, and rolled over her like warmed brandy. It triggered something in the back of her memory. The earthy scent, the sinewy body, the braid, the voice… She knew this person who had ridden up out of nowhere to save her.

“I have my cell. I’ve already called 9-1-1,” she snapped.

“And did you get an answer?”

Janna yanked her cell phone up where she could see the screen again and re-tapped in 9-1-1. And then there was that famous phrase—No Service.

There was a deep chuckle. “That’s what I thought. There’s no service in this area. The mountains block it.”

Dsc00002AUTHOR BIO – Beverley Bateman

Beverley Bateman lives in the Okanagan Valley in BC, Canada among vineyards, orchards, lakes and mountains with her Shiba Inu dogs. She sits on her deck, sips a local wine and pens her latest romantic suspense. Hunted, Missing and the newest – Targeted are part of her Montana series. She also has her Holly Devine series; A Cruise to Remember, and a Murder to Forget. Don’t Go is her darker romantic suspense.

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Kim McMahill and A Dose of Danger

ADoseofDanger copyToday I am welcoming Kim McMahill, adventure fiction writer, to my blog with her newest romantic suspense, A DOSE OF DANGER. Per Kim’s website, she says, “I write adventure fiction with two primary goals – to entertain readers and to take them on far-flung escapes across America and around the world.”

A DOSE OF DANGER by Kim McMahill

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When researcher Grace Talbot and her team discover a possible solution for weight loss they become targets of a group dedicated to controlling the multi-billion dollar a year diet-product industry. Her unsanctioned testing methods bring tragedy to the family ranch, and the attention of the local sheriff’s deputy. With her colleagues either dead, missing, or on the run she soon realizes she must trust the deputy with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?

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She hadn’t heard Logan enter, but she didn’t object when he pried the handset from her fingers and put his arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, Moss. How are you feeling today?”

Grace could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was enough to know Moss wasn’t the only one who cared about her fate.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe, I promise. Yes, I’ve noticed she can be a bit stubborn, but she knows when to cooperate and hasn’t given me too much trouble. No, I can’t give you any details. The less you know the better. We’ll leave as soon as the sheriff calls back with a location. You have what? Where? If we need it, thanks. If we don’t I never heard those words. Yes, I noticed the trailer lights aren’t working, and the clutch on your truck sticks a bit. I may be from Arizona, but I do know how to pull a horse trailer and operate a truck in four-wheel-drive. We better not tie up the line too long, but we’ll call as soon as we get to wherever we’re going. What? Yes, I’d be happy to do that for you. Take care.”

By the time Logan hung up, the tears were gone. Hearing Moss treating the big, strong deputy like a child made her smile. She missed her uncle so much it hurt. Even in a hospital bed hundreds of miles away, he was still trying to take care of her.

“What would you be happy to do for Uncle Moss?”

“This,” he replied as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His lips moved slowly over hers until he felt her arms slide up around his neck. He deepened the kiss, and her response sent fire through his body. Even without his heavy coat on, he knew he would be burning just as hot. She fit against him like they were made for each other. When he finally let her go, she looked up at him with a wicked smile that made him itch to grab for her again.

As if sensing his intention, Grace took several steps back. “I’m fairly certain that wasn’t what Moss asked you to do for him.”

“Maybe he said something about giving you a hug for him, but I started tuning him out when he decided I needed driving instructions. Anyway, I didn’t want to disappoint an injured old man, so I winged it.”

Grace studied him for a moment. Maybe he won’t walk out on me, but even if he does, I might as well make the most of every moment we have together. She smiled and moved within reach.

Logan needed no further encouragement. He pulled her toward him. With one arm firmly around her waist, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Yes, those curls are just as soft as they look,” he moaned as his lips descended to hers, cutting off any response.

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Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. She started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense.

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Diane Benefiel and Shot Through the Heart

Shot Through the Heart-highresI am happy to have Diane Benefiel, a fellow Decadent Publishing author, here today. She is sharing an interview with her characters and information about her newest romantic suspense release, SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.

 

Hi Readers! Here is an interview with the main characters of Shot Through the Heart.

John Garretson is a detective with Seattle PD. He’s on a task force to bring down a notorious drug organization and had been assigned to go undercover as Rane Smith’s tenant. Rane is an emergency room nurse and is trying desperately to stay safe from her ex-boyfriend, a drug dealer who’s soon to be released from prison. In this interview conducted shortly after Rane found out John’s a cop, you get a taste of their early relationship.

The interviewer glanced at the list in front of him. “Okay, let’s get started with an easy one. Can you each tell the readers a little about yourselves?”

John leaned back in his chair, stretching long legs in front of him. “Okay, I’ll go first. I’m an easy-going guy. I like to keep my life simple. Most days I’m on the job, but I find time to work out, maybe watch a ball game.”

Rane let out a short laugh. “That’s funny. John’s not easy-going. He’s the most intense guy I know.” She held up a hand when John opened his mouth to interrupt. “Still my turn, big guy.” She smiled at the interviewer. “When he wants something he goes after it with this single-minded focus that’s a bit scary. Makes you think you’ll get flattened if you get in his way.”

“I’m not scary. Besides, I think you’re supposed to answer the question about yourself.” Expression bland, he nodded at Rane. “So, Rane, tell the readers about yourself.”

She wondered how he knew talking about herself made her uncomfortable. “There’s not much to tell. I’m a nurse and work in the ER at St. Augustine’s. My best friend Lily is a nurse there, too. We hang out sometimes.” Rane paused until she was sure her voice would remain steady. “My dad is my only family. He is in a facility for Alzheimer’s patients, and I visit him as often as I can.”

“I didn’t know that.” John’s eyes held unexpected compassion.

She didn’t want to think about her dad. Or John being more sensitive than she had given him credit for. She turned to the interviewer. “Next question?”

“What are a couple of random facts about yourself that will surprise readers?”

“I’m learning Arabic.”

John raised his brows. “Arabic? Why Arabic?”

“Why not? I’ve got a computer program, and one evening a week I take a class at the university extension. We get a lot of patients that don’t speak English. Some of them speak Arabic.”

The look he gave her made her think he could see past all her defenses. “That’s cool, really cool. Maybe I’ll give it a try, too. We could practice together.”

“What about you, John?” The interviewer appeared fascinated, eyes tracking from John to Rane like he was watching a ping pong match.

“Hmm. I want to buy a house with enough land to have a fruit orchard.”

The interviewer opened his mouth to speak, but Rane beat him to it. “Really? What would you do with all the fruit?”

“Make hard cider. I’d like to start off with apple. If that turns out, I’d try pear.”

“I love pear cider! There’s a little town north of the city that does a festival every year featuring hard ciders. Actually, it’s next month.”

“I’ve heard of it but never gone. Want to go with me?”

“Ahem.”

Two pairs of eyes returned to the interviewer. Rane had almost forgotten he was in the room. “Sorry. Next question?”

“Yes, what makes you blush?”

John sat up, chuckling. “I can tell you what makes Rane blush.” He flashed the grin that for some reason always resulted in warmth building low in her belly.

“He doesn’t want to hear about that.”

“Rane, darlin’, the look on your face was priceless.”

“Tell me, this sounds good. Just a sec.” The interviewer fiddled with the record function on his phone and set it down. “Okay, go ahead.”

With a laughing look at Rane, John told the story. “You know I’m renting Rane’s apartment. It’s on the second floor of her house and has an outside entrance. I only moved in a couple of weeks ago, so I haven’t unpacked all the boxes yet. Well, a couple of days ago, I’m getting ready for work. I’d just stepped out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around my waist. I was looking for clothes in a box by the door. There’s a window right there. So I find my shorts, and drop the towel to pull them on. And when I look up, there’s Rane, standing outside the door. She’s looking through the window at me, and talk about red. I thought she might have a stroke.”

Rane drew in a calming breath as she remembered with great clarity exactly what she had seen. “I certainly wasn’t expecting to see a naked man when I went upstairs to ask my tenant a question. And there you were in all your glory. You surprised me, that’s all.” No way would she mention how the belly heat had flashed from simmer to a roiling boil, how she’d watched the mouthwatering play of muscles across his body as he’d moved, how dark hair arrowed straight from his chest down to….

John’s expression turned wicked. “See anything you liked?”

“Shut up.” Rane turned back to the interviewer, feeling her cheeks warm once again. “Any other questions?”

“I have more, but I’ve taken up enough of your time. Thank you.”

They all rose to leave, but John paused, a hand on Rane’s elbow. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Will you go with me?”

“To the Cider Festival? John, that’s weeks away.”

“So? Will you go with me?”

Rane found herself nodding and then smiling at John’s sudden grin.

Thanks for sharing this interesting character interview with our readers today.

 

Shot Through the Heart-highresNow for some specifics about SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.

Genre: Contemporary romance, adventure, romantic suspense, thriller

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Rane Smith’s nerves are nearly shot. With her ex-boyfriend, a member of a drug cartel, about to get out of prison, every instinct urges her to run as far away as she can get. But her elderly father’s failing health makes that impossible. And if the ex-boyfriend discovers her part in his conviction, he’ll have even more reason to come after her.

Undercover Seattle police detective John Garretson’s job is to find a way to get close to Rane. As her new tenant, he can sit back and wait until her ex shows up. He and his narcotics task force are on the edge of breaking their biggest case wide open and his new landlady is the key. But she’s also sexy as hell and the simmering attraction between them is distracting. Odd, she doesn’t seem the type who’d be involved in the illicit world of drug dealing….

Rane’s secrets are eating away at her and she has no interest in another relationship sure to end in heartbreak. Why won’t John mind his own business? And why, even when he sparks her temper, does she find him so appealing? When her ex’s brother, a sinister drug lord, forces Rane into a treacherous game of cat and mouse both of their lives are on the line and John’s cover may be blown. Can he save them both and put the criminals behind bars?

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“Rane, you can try to kick me out, but you’re wasting your time. You’ll be safer if I stay.”

She stifled a groan of frustration.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

She stood straight and looked him in the eye to make the lies more credible. “Like I said, he’s just an ex-boyfriend. He can get a little jealous. It would be better all-around if you moved out. I’m really sorry for all the trouble.”

“So, if I’ve got this straight, you have an ex who could be a threat to you. He was sitting in a car outside your house tonight. He quite possibly tried to break in a few days ago. And you want me to leave because I might be in danger? Not going to happen.” He turned to open the refrigerator.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing what’s for dinner.” He pulled out a container, holding it up to inspect the contents. “What’s this?”

She stalked up to him and jerked the glass bowl out of his hand. “Chicken.” She shoved it back into the refrigerator and slammed the door shut. “Let’s go. We’ll go up to your apartment, and I’ll help you get anything you’ve unpacked back in boxes. I’m not feeding you dinner.”

When she would have opened the kitchen door, he shifted in front of her and grasped her arms. She wondered if the army had trained him to move so fluidly.

“Rane, think about it. We make dinner, and, from your dining table, we keep watch on the street. I want to see if he drives by again.”

“Why are you doing this? You’re crazy.”

“Not crazy. There’s just no way I can walk away with you in danger.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You’re the one who’s in danger.”

“I can protect myself. And you should call the cops or his parole officer. If he’s in violation of his parole, he could be sent back to prison, and you’d rest easy again.” He let go of her before turning back to open the refrigerator, retrieving the chicken, and setting it on the counter. He fished around in the vegetable drawer. Tomato, lettuce, and an onion joined the chicken. “Do you have any tortillas?”

“You really are insane. This isn’t your fight. You aren’t in Afghanistan anymore.”

He turned, expression hard. “Lady, if I was in Afghanistan, that guy would be face first in the dirt with an M16 pointed at his head.” He waited a beat. “Tortillas?”

Diane BenefielABOUT THE AUTHOR

Diane Benefiel is an avid reader turned writer. Born and raised in Southern California, she squeaks out whatever time she can find from family and her teaching job to write emotional, heart-gripping romantic suspense novels. With both kids in college, in addition to writing more, she’s hoping for greater opportunities to travel and hang out with her husband of nearly thirty years.

Diane’s debut novel, A Need to Protect, was released in 2014, followed by her current release, Shot Through the Heart. Both are by Decadent Publishing and are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and the Decadent website.

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Spotlight: Jacquie Biggar and The Rebel’s Redemption

51zwMhIRRvL._SX200_Today I am welcoming Jacquie Biggar to my blog and spotlighting her book THE REBEL’S REDEMPTION. She writes romantic suspense with attitude.

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Annie Campbell’s predictable and cozy life gets turned on its side when her son’s prodigal father returns to town. Then an old enemy shows up and the outcome will not only place her in danger, but their son as well.

Jared Martin left Tidal Falls a hotheaded youth, and has seen his share of violence in the eight years he’s served Uncle Sam. Floundering, he returns to his hometown to regain his bearings, bitter and disillusioned.

Then he finds out he’s a father.

When an old enemy follows and causes mayhem in the small town, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s always loved and the child he never knew, or will it be too late?

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EXCERPT- The Rebel’s Redemption

Jared jumped over the discarded bikes in the dim alley and ran for the corner, his breath suspended in his throat and heart pounding No, No, No. How had this happened? What could he tell Annie? Nick and Sara?

Where did the fucker go?

His feet almost skidded out from under him when he rounded the building. His head swung left to right in a frantic search of the empty street, but no one was there. Not even any witnesses. Stupid, damn one horse town. Dusk, and the freaking streets rolled up for the night. Help. He needed help. Now.

He drew out his cell and hit one on the keypad as he raced down the walk, his gaze peeled for anything suspicious.

Three interminable rings later the chief picked up. “Yeah?”

“I need you, man. Hurry.” Now the air sawed in and out of Jared’s lungs so hard he could barely speak.

“Jared?” Frank’s tone turned sharp. “What the hell’s going on? Where are you?”

Where were they? The slam of a trunk across the street drew his gaze. There. He caught a glint of chrome when a car door opened in a tree-lined driveway. A shadowy figure climbed behind the wheel. Jared dropped the phone and ran.

The engine screamed to life and the car roared onto the road with no lights, narrowly missing him as he jumped out of its path. It took off down the street and Jared gave chase until long after it disappeared from view. He stumbled to a halt and stood breathing harsh, hands braced on his knees and head hanging low, gaze focused on the inky darkness descending like a shroud of doom.

When he could no longer hear the fading rumble of the motor, he turned and made his way back to the tinny roar of Frank’s voice coming through his phone.

“Talk to me, Martin. So help me God, if you don’t answer…”

“They’re gone, Chief.” Jared hated even putting voice to the words. “That dirty mother-fucker took them and I couldn’t stop him.” Defeat and self-loathing turned his stomach inside out. He swiped a shaky hand down his face and smacked his thigh. “What am I going to do?”

“First, tell me what the hell is going on. Then call the local PD and tell them what you told me, understand?”

The impact of what had just happened hit him. He sunk to his knees, right there in the middle of the empty street. Lights had blinked on in the nearby homes. He could see families sitting down together for dinner, smiling, chatting, without a worry in the world.

“Did I tell you I have a son, Frank?” Jared kept his gaze focused on those happy families and slowly the ache in his chest turned to rage and retribution. “I have a son. That bastard Sergei Barnikov just signed his own death warrant. I gotta go, Chief.” He slammed the phone shut, jumped to his feet, turned toward the cop shop, and froze.

Annie faced him, fist pressed against her mouth. Her eyes shone with despair while tears streamed down her face. She stared at him with denial.

Fear.

Dread.

Jacquie Biggar photoABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jacquie Biggar has a wonderful gift for writing hot and extremely likable military men!

From the time Jacquie was twelve years old, she knew she wanted to be a writer. That year she wrote a short story called Count Daffodil after spending countless hours searching for ideas. The story garnered Jacquie an A and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that she was hooked.

Jacquie grew up, got married, raised a family and left her writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.

She owned and operated a successful diner in her hometown for a number of wonderful years before deciding to live her dream of becoming an author.

Jacquie’s first book, Tidal Falls, a romantic suspense novel about second chances, released September of 2014.

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