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Terry Spear | FLIGHT OF THE WHITE WOLF Excerpt
Excerpt / March 29, 2018

What were the odds that Gavin would run into the woman that he’d accused of stealing Samoyeds and reselling them for profit, who was also the one piloting the plane he had to take today? He recalled that was her occupation back in Big Lake, and how he’d thought she could be smuggling stolen pets across the border. But he still felt like he’d met her in Seattle. Which was why he’d asked if she had a sister. A twin, since wolves often had multiple births, that maybe he’d seen instead. All decked out in a leather flight jacket and black, skin-tight pants and laced-up boots, blond hair cut shoulder length and blue eyes fixed on him, the Arctic wolf was just as beautiful as the time he’d met her in Alaska. He wondered how she’d feel if she knew he hated to fly. She’d looked highly annoyed that she had to fly him anywhere and probably wanted to kick him out somewhere over the Boundary Waters—until she’d discovered he was a wolf like her. But not just any kind of wolf. A white wolf too. Even so, she was…prickly. Holding a grudge against him for entering her home and…

Anna Schmidt | LAST CHANCE COWBOYS: THE RANCHER
Excerpt / March 23, 2018

Trey had avoided calling on Pete Collins for as long as he could, hoping pressure from the other ranchers would bring him around. Earlier that summer, Colonel Ashwood had questioned Pete about the differences between his version of that day at Deadman’s Point and the testimony of the dead man’s son. Jess had told the family how Collins had hemmed and hawed about maybe being farther away than he’d first thought and how things could look different from a distance. In the end he had retracted his accusations against Trey and apologized profusely to the colonel. He had yet to apologize to Trey. But Trey wasn’t after an apology. What he wanted was to assure himself that Pete intended to observe the uneasy peace. There had not been a single incident since the militia had stepped up patrols and Trey wanted to keep things that way. When he rode under the arches announcing the Collins spread, he saw the rancher talking to two of his hired hands. The three of them were so intent on their conversation, Trey was nearly upon them before they noticed. “Gentlemen,” he said, tipping his fingers to the brim of his hat before dismounting. “Trey…

Dale Mayer | BRANDON’S BLISS Excerpt
Excerpt / March 20, 2018

On Sunday at 5:30 a.m. CST but 12:30 p.m. per WAT, Brandon cleared security and walked across the tarmac toward the next, much smaller plane. Harrison was at his side. Neither had said a word since arriving in Africa. Brandon had slept on the plane. If he could sleep on those US military cargo carriers, he could sleep anywhere. He presumed Harrison caught some Zs as well. Both knew what needed to be done, and they realized how important the job was. It was even worse that Bullard was the one in trouble. It was always harder when a friend or family member went missing. With Merk and Stone already over here, Brandon and Harrison knew they’d be met and debriefed as soon as they landed. But, in the meantime, traveling was a bitch. Before boarding the transatlantic flight, Harrison had brought out his laptop and said, “We’ll need to download some information first.” He quickly copied files onto a USB key and handed it to Brandon. “Just a little light reading. Make sure you’ve got it all down before we land.” Once the pilot finally gave the go-ahead to move about the cabin and to use the tray tables,…

Sheryl Nantus | Las Vegas – more than just a pretty face!
Author Guest , Excerpt / March 8, 2018

Whenever you mention Las Vegas, you always think of the gambling – and why not, the casinos dominate the skyline and almost every vacation image you see include a shot of the gambling tables! But there’s more to Vegas than just the slots… and if you’re looking for some quiet time, I’ve got the place for you! Mandalay Bay is a great casino, but if you step to the side and turn a corner, you’ll find yourself at the Aquarium – and another entire world waiting for you to explore! The Shark Reef aquarium gives an entire different experience and for only a few dollars you can not only find yourself nose-to-nose with a shark, but also a chance to touch a live stingray! When I was writing HARD PURSUIT, I needed a quiet place for Trey to take Ally – somewhere that wasn’t filled with loud music and provided a welcome distraction. But aside from a restaurant (and I’ve been told I write a LOT of eating scenes!), where do you go, especially in Las Vegas? Answer – a magical, wonderful aquarium where you can imagine yourself swimming with the sharks, far away from the dry heat and frantic…

Maryann Jordan | Zander: Hearo’s at Heart (A modern Day Fairytale)
Excerpt / March 7, 2018

Zander drove down the street, the homes on either side seeming much smaller than when he was younger. “Looks different, doesn’t it?” Rafe asked from the passenger seat, his face turned toward his window. “I know you’ve been around often, but I haven’t been back since last year. Some of the houses look a little better than they used to.” “Some of them have been bought by younger couples trying to do the house-flip shit that’s on TV. You know, buy a run-down house, put a fuck-ton of money into it, and hope to sell it for a profit.” “Well, they look pretty good.” Turning at the next corner, Zander noticed Rafe lean forward, his gaze now focused on the house at the end of the street. Quiet, neither spoke for a moment, the comfortable silence passing between them. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t ended up here?” Rafe asked, his voice strangely hoarse. “Every damn day,” he replied. Pulling to a stop on the street, he parked his truck, but neither made a move to get out. “She saved my life.” Zander shot a glance at Rafe, wondering what was going through his mind,…

Will She escape back to Earth?
Excerpt / March 1, 2018

Excerpt from The Vanishing Spark of Dusk: Kalen sighs and drags a hand through his hair. “Don’t speak of these pirates again, Lark. I don’t want you to even mention rebels at all, much less suggest I work with those thieves. You think Tavdorians who own slaves are bad? You haven’t experienced the black heart of the empire yet. The Renegade is what keeps that black heart beating.” He steps closer, takes my chin between his thumb and his forefinger, and tilts it up until our eyes meet. “Am I understood?” I can see his features clearly now. His violet eyes, filled with that aristocratic sternness. This isn’t a discussion between two equals, but an order from a master to his slave. He said not to mention them, but he said nothing about meeting with them. That I can agree to. “I understand,” I whisper. “I won’t speak of them again.” He lowers his hand. “I only want you safe, Lark. If I’m to take you to Earth on my next trip, I want to have a whole, healthy daughter returned to her mother. Not a scarred one. Definitely not a dead one.” He’s not smiling at all, but somehow…

Alyson McLayne | Excerpt of HIGHLAND CONQUEST
Excerpt / February 16, 2018

EXCERPT MacPherson Castle—Loch Eireachd, Scotland, 1452 Fistfuls of hair fell to the bed like streams of molten iron. The growing pile, more orange than gold, resembled a dragon’s nest, and gleamed seductively in the firelight. Amber sighed at the sight. If only it were a real dragon’s nest and a beast could rise and smite all her enemies. One very much in particular. She almost smiled at the fanciful thought as she chopped off her hair. Almost. In truth, her plan was an act of desperation with little chance of success. By all that was holy, she’d need a miracle to get away this time. Grabbing another handful, she raised the knife and sawed off an even bigger chunk. The remaining strands sprang up to curl around her neck and ears, a light, airy feeling at odds with the heaviness in her heart. Laird Machar Murray would come after her, of that she had no doubt. If he found her, no amount of false hexes or curses or threats from the devil would deter him from destroying her this time. Her lost hair would grow back. Her lost spirit and soul could not. The heavy wooden door rattled as a…

Erin Nicholas | DIAMONDS AND DIRT ROADS Excerpt
Excerpt / January 29, 2018

I can’t believe it. I seriously can’t believe it.” Cori rolled her eyes and handed Ava another martini. It was her third, but she still hadn’t shut up about how her attorney’s advice had been to simply go to Bliss and do what Rudy wanted. “All he said was that it was the easiest thing,” Brynn commented, her words soft and a little slurry. She was definitely mellowed out from her one martini. But then Brynn was a lightweight. It would take another couple of rounds for Ava to start to relax. The woman was so tightly wound that Cori was seriously concerned. Ava had always been driven and worked nearly nonstop, but this whole trust and Bliss, Kansas thing might just be the final straw. Brynn waited until Ava had taken a huge drink, then said, “I think this could be a good thing.” Ava lifted one perfectly waxed brow, her glass poised before her shiny Coral Crush lips. She was in loose cotton pants and a tank top just as Cori and Brynn were, but where Brynn never wore makeup and Cori had already taken hers off—shoes, bra, makeup were the first things to come off when she…

Excerpt of EYE OF THE FALCON by Dale Mayer
Excerpt / January 10, 2018

Eagle went straight to the spare bedroom, wishing he had more hands available as he struggled to pull back the blanket so he could lay the broken woman on the mattress. She moaned softly as he pulled his arms free from underneath her. He raced to the bathroom, grabbed towels and returned. With a warm wet washcloth, he quickly dabbed her forehead, checking to see how severe the head wound was. His military experience let him know she likely had a concussion and would possibly need stitches. He was loath to call a doctor. And yet he knew he should be calling the police. He did a complete second check over her body, noting the ankle was continuing to swell and the injury was recent. The scratches he assumed were from running. Her feet would need to be soaked to see the extent of damage. Her ribs were bruised, her arms lacerated, the soft skin on her breasts reddened with angry burn marks. Grimly, he realized she’d likely been held captive somewhere, somehow. And for a long time. Until she found an opportunity to escape. The shoulder wound was the one that worried him the most. How long had she…

Stacey Lynn | It’s fake until…it becomes real!
Excerpt / January 2, 2018

Fake Wife Excerpt “We’re going to be married, Teagan. Don’t you think it is your business to know what your future husband is doing, and where he is?” She has a small carrot halfway to her mouth and freezes, looking up at me through her lashes at my words. “We’re . . . we’re not . . . it’s different for us.” “Is it?” A blush heats her cheek, turns brighter than the peach-colored top she has on. And when she bends over, I see a hint of a matching colored bra. Fucking hell. I want to tear her clothes off, throw her on the counter, and fuck her until she’s screaming her head off, and she’s casually chomping on fresh veggies. Christ. “Teagan,” I say, my voice commanding. “Are you telling me you don’t care what I do? Where I go? Who I’m with?” I’m prodding. Bordering on turning into the asshole she’s seen too many times, something truly uncharacteristic of me, but damn if I don’t want a reaction from her. And I do. Her jaw clenches and her shoulders pull tight. She bites a carrot, chewing it like it’s hard as nails. “What do you want me…