Enjoy a special excerpt from the latest book I’LL BE THERE in the Montgomery Brothers series from Samantha Chase. Zach had his morning cup of coffee halfway to his lips when he heard someone coming into the house. What the hell? He knew his father and Ethan both had a key, but neither had mentioned they were going to stop by. Sitting on the sofa with his laptop in front of him, he almost dropped the hot liquid on the keyboard when Gabriella walked through the door. She slammed it shut and stormed across the room and straight for him, her hand held out in front of her to try and stop him from saying a word. “You know what?” she began, “We have worked together for far too long for things to keep going the way they did yesterday. I came here and did you a favor and what did I get for my effort? Nothing. I can understand your anger and frustration at your situation and with your recovery but none of that is my fault. Now, you can either grow up and face the fact that no matter what kind of weight you think you wield within…

Dear Reader, IN SEARCH OF SCANDAL is the story of Will Repton, an explorer for the East India Company, who survives a grisly massacre at a Catholic mission in Tibet. Severely wounded and delirious with fever, Will is returned to England, where the reports of his travels have been published by the press and have ignited the imagination of London—and Charlotte Baker in particular. Charlotte is the Incomparable of the Season, for the third season in a row, but the popular and beautiful society miss has yet to receive an acceptable offer, and has yet to fall in love. Prone to daydreams of romance and adventure, Charlotte is desperate to meet Will—the heroic explorer whom she already imagines herself passionately connected. And as Charlotte is common-born, and linked to a scandal-ridden brother and sister, she believes the husband of her dreams is not an aristocrat, but a self-made man. A hero, like Will. But love is the last thing on Will’s mind. The trauma of the attack has left Will with nightmares, guilt over his best friends’ murders, and the terrible knowledge that he may have left an innocent child behind. The only thing left for him to do is…

It’s all Elizabeth Hoyt’s Fault! My best writing pal in the whole wide world has left me. Yes, she used to live a short drive away. We would meet regularly to gossip…er NETWORK, talk about our current work in progress, and drink coffee. Oh yeah, there would be lots of writing too. But now she has left me to live in a whole different state! Something about closer to family, blah, blah, blah. I ask you, aren’t I family? *sigh* I went into mourning and I’m not sure I’ve come out yet. The problem is that I’m an extrovert. I need the contact of other writers or I go a little (lots) nuts. So what did I do when my local bestie left me? Did you see those footprints on the walls? That’s what I did while watching a Firefly marathon and eating Cheetoes until unmentionable parts of me turned orange. I wrote like a fiend in retaliation. Who needs a friend close by? Not me. I’ve got my laptop plus Plants vs. Zombies 2. Forget her. I’m going to write constantly. I couldn’t deal. I left for Orlando’s Disney World and refused to come back. I’m writing this now…

Lost & Found #1 Kindle | BN.com | iTunes/iBooks | Kobo | Google Play #2 Kindle | BN.com | iTunes/iBooks | Kobo | Google Play Forgetting August by  J.L. Berg Lost & Found #1 She can forgive, but can she forget? Some days, Everly still thinks she sees him. In the food court at the mall, or in a car speeding past as the light changes. It only lasts a second, but when it happens, she slips back to a time when she was ruled-and nearly ruined-by August Kincaid. And it doesn’t matter that she’s moved on, that she’s about to marry another man. In those moments the only thing she can do to regain control is take a deep breath and remind herself that August can’t hurt her-because he’s in a coma. Except that he’s not anymore. August is awake. With no memories, he sets out to solve the mystery of his lost life. He unearths a photograph of a beautiful redhead named Everly and knows instinctively that she’s the key. But when he finds her, the August she describes is more monster than man. Tortured by the thought of having hurt her, August wants only to become the…

Fresh Pick for Monday, November 16th, 2015 is PLAYING WITH FIRE by Tess Gerritsen #SuspenseMonday Playing with Fire by Tess Gerritsen A gripping standalone thriller by the New York Times bestselling author of the Rizzoli & Isles series In a shadowy antiques shop in Rome, violinist Julia Ansdell happens upon a curious piece of music—the Incendio waltz—and is immediately entranced by its unusual composition. Full of passion, torment, and chilling beauty, and seemingly unknown to the world, the waltz, its mournful minor key, its feverish arpeggios, appear to dance with a strange life of their own. Julia is determined to master the complex work and make its melody heard. Back home in Boston, from the moment Julia’s bow moves across the strings, drawing the waltz’s fiery notes into the air, something strange is stirred—and Julia’s world comes under threat. The music has a terrifying and inexplicable effect on her young daughter, who seems violently transformed. Convinced that the hypnotic strains of Incendio are weaving a malevolent spell, Julia sets out to discover the man and the meaning behind the score. Her quest beckons Julia to the ancient city of Venice, where she uncovers a dark, decades-old secret involving a dangerously…

It’s release day for the paperback edition of Chelsea Fine’s RIGHT KIND OF WRONG, and we’re celebrating with a tease… Excerpt from RIGHT KIND OF WRONG Opening my car door, I slide into the driver’s seat, turn to put the key in the ignition and— “Ahh!” Jumping back, I thwack my open palm against the gigantic body of pure muscle seated in the passenger seat. “Dammit, Jack! You scared me!” “Good morning.” He grins. “What are you doing in my car?” I snap, throwing him some serious stink eye. “I’m going with you to Louisiana.” He nods to a large duffle bag in the backseat. I blink. “Uh, no you’re not.” “Uh, yes I am.” “Like hell.” He crinkles his brow. “I’ve never understood that phrase. But okay. I’ll go with you ‘like hell,’ whatever that means.” “Get out of my car.” I point to the door. “Oh, Jenna.” He clucks his tongue. “This will be good for both of us. Listen.” He casually leans against the passenger window and pierces me with his gray eyes. “For reasons beyond my control, I need to go back home. And for reasons beyond your control, so do you. And since our ‘homes’…

I’ve written elsewhere about the first time I ever saw a ghost, but the ghosts I used as inspiration for Dirk, the 14th-century Scotsman who is—somehow—attached to a shawl Peggy Winn buys while visiting Scotland, appeared to my sight in the 1980s. It was my first visit to London. I wandered the streets alone, map in hand, soaking up atmosphere, imagination, history, and myth, and enjoying the unusually mild weather that particular January. Naturally, I went to the Tower of London. The oldest part of that imposing structure, as I’m sure you know, is the White Tower, now set up as a museum for armory. I wandered only briefly through the various floors; I’m not much of an aficionado where old weaponry is concerned, and I admit to be slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of items in each display. One of the circular staircases in one corner of the White Tower is designated as the “up” staircase for tourists. After you’ve seen the myriad breastplates and spears and helmets, it’s time to head to a different corner of the building for the “down” staircase. This traffic flow pattern makes a good deal of sense, because there’s no way groups…

In my newest romance RETURN TO ME, Selena’s love of event planning could really be put to the test by her love for James. She’s a list maker, a planner, but James has a way of catching her off-guard and messing up her best laid plans throughout the story! But in a perfect world, if she could sit down at her desk and plan out how to win her man back, she’d have to really get creative. She’s already seen him and knows that she wants him back. He seems resistant – almost hostile – but she’s not willing to admit defeat. Her time is limited so she knows she’s going to have to act fast. Step One: Invite James out for a late afternoon coffee date that could easily lead to dinner. Step Two: Invite him back to hotel for an after-dinner drink. Being that you’re visiting from out of town, the hotel is still considered neutral territory. Have a dessert tray waiting in the room – along with a variety of beverages ranging from coffee to champagne. Step Three: Music. Something soft and light and something preferably that would remind him of the time when they used to…

Ever wonder where a writer gets story ideas? Short answer: Everywhere. Long answer: More of everywhere. For this post, I thought it’d be fun to give you a peek into the randomness that goes on in my mind. Be prepared to be amazed.  Or confounded. Horrified. Pick your adjective, any adjective. So here we go. My thoughts as I ate dinner last night: Ugh, dieting is hard. And expensive. No wonder rich people are usually skinny. They can afford to buy all fancy organic stuff. And they probably pay nutritionists to slap their hands when they try to eat ice cream. That would kind of suck. I like ice cream. I wonder if a nutritionist would slap my hand for these sweet potato fries. Probably. But do I care? Nope. Not at all. Take that celebrity nutritionists. Ha. Ha. Ha. Hey, do those nutritionists also go grocery shopping for the celebrities? Or do celebrities go pick up their own milk and bread like everyone else? I didn’t see any celebs in the grocery store when I was in L.A. Buuuut it was like, ten o’clock at night and nobody but me goes grocery shopping that late. That’s why I go….

There are probably as many weird writer habits as there are writers. Well, more than that, really, because I know I have more than one weird habit and though I’m willing to bet everyone else does, too, we don’t have time to go into all of them, interesting as that might be. But we can make an effort, yes? This particular author’s weirdnesses start with sitting in the car with my laptop to write because that’s the only place where I won’t be interrupted. And then there are the times I stare off into space with a completely blank look on my face because what’s going on inside my head is a lot more real than what’s going on in front of me. My long suffering husband has grown so accustomed to this look that he can diagnose it in half a second. Sadly, it’s not uncommon for this to happen when we’re out for dinner with friends. I’ll see and hear things going on around me but they don’t sink into my brain because my brain is suddenly busy with working out a plotting problem. Someone will ask me, “Are you okay? You look a little funny,” and my…