I do find myself wondering about Cal Beaumont, however. When I first saw him, I’d pegged him as Latin with his dark good looks. And that body. Men back home spend hours at the gym for a look that he wears naturally. I had watched him remove the tire, admiring the back muscles visible through his shirt, his corded forearms. And those hands. I have a thing about men’s hands. I always look at them first. Most of the ones I look at are neat and soft. Cal Beaumont’s had visible callouses. Big hands. Hard hands. The hands of a working man.
“Go on,” he’d said when he’d directed me to the truck. It wasn’t a request. It was a command. His voice was deep and authoritative. What would he have thought if I’d told him then and there that I was the company’s new spokesman? What would he have thought if I’d told him what he’d said made me soak my panties?
Part of being the perfect little Texas socialite has meant dating acceptable men with old money pedigrees. Even though my father is on his third wife, he’s keen on advising me on men with First Husband potential. I say “first” because I don’t know what a healthy marriage looks like. My father has always married for appearances. He expects me to marry for money and social standing, just like my mother and his other two wives did.
Regular men? Men without trust funds and country club memberships? They’re not even on the menu. In my world, size only matters if we’re talking about bank accounts. Big muscular men with big, dirty hands are non-starters.
Still, I can’t help but to imagine what it would be like to be a regular woman with a regular guy. Sex has always bored me to tears. I’ve faked every orgasm except the ones I’ve given myself, and none of my pedigreed lovers even knew it.
I can still see him in my mind’s eye, his sweaty shirt tight across his broad chest. What would it be like to have those roughed calloused hands sliding under my bra? I reach over and turn down the air conditioner, blaming the cold air for my suddenly hardened nipples.
Iris Tremaine is rich, sexy, beautiful, and way above my pay grade. But that’s not about to stop me.
The attraction is mutual and intense. Iris has never been with a man like me, a man who overwhelms her, a man who says and does things to her that her pedigreed boyfriends never dreamed of.
If her oil baron father finds out, losing my job will be the least of my worries. Roger Tremaine will never accept the thought of a common roustabout putting big, dirty hands on his little princess.
When Iris gets pulled into a plan to cover up the company’s poor safety record, she needs my help to expose the truth. Getting involved raises the stakes for both of us. When it comes down losing her inheritance or the rough love of the only man who’s ever given her real pleasure, which will Iris choose?
Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.
Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.
Sheena Sullivan Morelli and her sisters, Darcy and Regan, work to complete their Uncle Gavin’s challenge of turning his rundown hotel into a profitable operation within one year. Winning means earning a share in their uncle’s sizable estate. More than that, it determines how they’ll spend the rest of their lives. Sheena wants to stay on at the hotel, overseeing the hotel operation. But Darcy and Regan want to move on with their lives—Darcy writing a novel and Regan going into the interior decorating business with Mo. But life has other plans for them. And in the end, all three realize that the only thing that really matters is finding—and keeping—family.
Other Books in the Salty Key Inn Series:
Salty Key Inn Series, Book 1
Publisher: Wild Quail Publishing
Published: February 2017
Sheena Sullivan Morelli and her sisters, Darcy and Regan, receive the unexpected news that their Uncle Gavin Sullivan, the black sheep of the family, has left them a hotel on the Gulf coast of Florida. The gift comes with a twist. They must live together for one year at the hotel and prepare the hotel to receive guests within a year. Sheena, eager to escape her role of unappreciated wife and mother, can’t wait for the opportunity to find herself. Dreams of sitting on the beach sipping margaritas are shattered when they see the property in need of renovation. But they begin their work of meeting the challenge. If they succeed, the bulk of Gavin’s estate will be theirs. Facing the unexpected, working together, the three sisters learn a lot about each other and the gift of family love.
Darcy Sullivan and her two sisters continue to work hard at the Salty Key Inn, the small, Florida hotel they unexpectedly inherited. In order to inherit the rest of Uncle Gavin’s sizeable estate, they must meet his challenge to open the neglected hotel by the end of the year. Darcy figures once they meet the challenge, she’ll take off, travel the world, and maybe, just maybe, begin writing the world’s best novel. When she meets Nick Howard, an older man who is a reporter for the local newspaper and takes over his weekly column, her life changes. Under his tutelage, she writes about local residents, learning to see people in a different way—especially after meeting a cousin no one knew about. Her joy at having the part-time job that’s always been her dream is shattered when she learns Nick is dying. For support, she turns to Austin Blakely, whose grandmother is terminally ill, and through their growing relationship, comes to understand what true love is.
As Regan Sullivan continues to work with her sisters, Sheena and Darcy, to meet their Uncle Gavin’s challenge to make the Salty Key Inn a success, she wonders why she can never find the man of her dreams. Her sisters are happily settled with men they love. Why can’t she do the same? When she’s involved in a motorcycle accident with Brian Harwood, Regan learns to think differently about both her appearance and herself. And as she deals with her injuries and helps Brian recover from the accident she feels guilty about causing, Regan discovers that the love she’s always sought has been there all along.
Sheena Sullivan Morelli stood outside Gavin’s, the new restaurant at the Salty Key Inn on the Gulf Coast of Florida, feeling as festive as the mini-lights wound around the trunks of the palm trees that softened the outline of the building. She was dressed in her finest on this unusually warm, mid-December night, and the tropical Gulf breezes felt good as they caressed her skin.
From among the hibiscus planted around the perimeter of the restaurant, lights twinkled like the stars in the inky sky above and lent a sense of peace to the area. That, and the fact that Petey, the pesky peacock Rocky Gatto had rescued and brought to the hotel, had decided not to bother with this celebration and was hanging out down by the bay.
“Let’s make this an evening to remember!” said Sheena, giving her younger sisters, Darcy and Regan, an encouraging smile.
Named after their uncle, the restaurant would, they hoped, bring in enough revenue for them to be considered successful in meeting the terms of his will. With less than a month before their final meeting with Gavin’s estate lawyer in Boston, they were trying their best to prove to him that they had succeeded in beating the challenge of turning his rundown hotel into a profitable operation within one year. Winning meant they would inherit Gavin’s sizable estate along with the hotel. More than that, it would determine how they’d spend the rest of their lives.
Sheena brushed an imaginary crumb off her blue linen dress and studied her sisters. Darcy was wearing a green sheath that offset her red curls nicely. And Regan, beautiful as ever, even with the scar on her face she couldn’t quite hide, had chosen a violet, flowy dress that matched her striking eyes. Funny, Sheena thought, how she hadn’t really known her sisters until the three of them had been forced to live and work together at the hotel. And when Regan and Brian Harwood, now her fiancé, were in a serious motorcycle accident a few months ago, frightening everyone, they’d become even closer.
“I hope everyone likes what they see,” Regan said. “Mo and I did our best decorating the interior with the budget we had.”
“Don’t worry. It’s gorgeous,” said Darcy, giving Regan an impish nudge with her elbow.
“The restaurant is stunning,” said Sheena, “and the food is great. We were lucky to get Graham Howard as our chef.” She turned as a stream of people headed their way from the parking lot, which was filling up fast.
“Here we go! Make it good,” said Sheena softly, prompting Darcy and Regan to roll their eyes at the big-sister moment Sheena couldn’t help.
They’d invited county commissioners, members of nearby city and town councils, other government officials, news people, owners and managers of other hotels in the area, and even the governor of Florida to join them for this grand opening. It had been a bold move on their part, but it had already paid off in publicity, even though the governor and some county commissioners had politely declined. The fact that Darcy had been writing a column for a local newspaper helped them. She was acquainted with the ins and outs of generating publicity and had invited several writers of local social columns, travel bloggers, and magazines.
Sheena was soon swept up greeting people and ushering them inside to enjoy drinks and to taste the delicious-looking food displayed in the bar and on a long buffet in the dining room.
The dark wood paneling on the walls of the main dining room supplied a rich background for the brass and crystal wall sconces that spread a soft glow along the room’s edges. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting their own warm light. White linen cloths covered the tabletops, which were set with sparkling wine goblets and silverware that reflected the light from the chandeliers and sconces. Flickering battery candles sat among tasteful, holiday greenery, adding a pine perfume to the mouth-watering aroma of the hors d’oeuvres being passed by staff.
Upstairs, the large function room held another bar and more food to sample, drawing people through the entire restaurant. A buzz of conversation enhanced the sense of excitement. The crowd was a pleasing mixture of people who, hopefully, would be a source of future business.
Kenneth Cochran, better known as Casey, was a Cornell Hotel School grad and manager of the restaurant. Tall and thin, he was a natural at his job with his ever-present smile and alert blue eyes. Tonight, he seemed to be everywhere, overseeing staff, and greeting people. Sheena observed him with satisfaction as guests responded to his attention. If she and her sisters won the challenge, they hoped to hire Casey as the hotel manager to help Sheena, who would remain an active overseer of the property.
Sheena looked up as her husband, Tony, appeared with their two children. Tears stung her eyes when she noticed the effort Michael, at eighteen, and Meaghan, at fifteen, had put into their appearance. After initially being against her plan to come to Florida, they now embraced their new lives and were proud of all she was doing.
“Hi, Mom,” said Michael. His brown eyes, so like Tony’s, sparkled. “Okay if I help myself to some of the food?”
She laughed at the typical, teenage hunger of a still-growing, young man. “Of course. Enjoy.”
“You look pretty, Mom,” Meaghan said. “Thanks for letting me wear your necklace. It’s great with my new holiday dress.” She twirled in front of Sheena. Her auburn hair, like Sheena’s, swung above her shoulders and brought out the hazel in her eyes.
“You look pretty, too, sweetheart,” Sheena said. Her little girl was growing into a beautiful young woman.
Tony gave her a smile that warmed her heart. His smile had been one of the reasons their marriage had been prompted by the unexpected creation of Michael all those years ago. And though they’d always loved each other, their relationship had grown even stronger during their time in Florida.
He kissed her. “See you later. I’m going to mix with the crowd a little. Brian and I are hoping to pick up some new business.”
She gave him a heartfelt smile. Following Brian Harwood’s motorcycle accident with Regan, Tony had agreed to become a partner in Brian’s construction company and was now settled into his new life in Florida. As Tony walked away, Sheena noticed Blackie Gatto headed in her direction.
Blackie was Uncle Gavin’s financial advisor and a great supporter of her and her sisters as they attempted to do as their uncle wished by transforming what had been a small, run-down, family hotel into the upscale, full-service resort property he’d envisioned.
“Welcome to Gavin’s,” Sheena said to him, giving him a quick hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied, lifting her hand, and kissing it in a gallant gesture. He indicated their surroundings with a sweep of his arm. “I think Gavin would be very pleased with this.”
“We hope it brings in enough new business and revenue for us to complete our challenge here the Salty Key Inn.”
He nodded and settled his gaze on her. “I hope so, too. The downside of borrowing the money from Gavin’s estate to complete the restaurant could be difficult for you and your sisters if you fail.”
Sheena’s stomach curled inside her, but she didn’t want Blackie to see how worried she was. For the sake of her sisters and her family, she had to remain upbeat. With only a few weeks remaining to accomplish everything they had left to do, self-doubt could ruin them.
About the Author
Judith Keim was born and raised in Elmira, New York, and now makes her home in Idaho with her husband and their two dachshunds, Winston and Wally, and other members of her family.
Growing up, books were always present being read, ready to go back to the library, or about to be discovered. Information from the books was shared in general conversation, giving all of us in the family a wealth of knowledge and a lot of imagination. Perhaps that is why I was drawn to the idea of writing stories early on. I particularly love to write novels about women who face unexpected challenges and meet them with strength.
A hybrid author who both has a publisher and who self-publishes, Ms. Keim writes heart-warming stories of strong women who face challenges and find love and happiness along the way. Her books are based, in part, on many of the places she’s lived or visited and on the interesting people she’s met, creating believable characters and realistic settings her many, loyal readers love.
One hundred thirty-nine years ago, Maggie Morton found herself at the opposing end of a campaign to have her humiliated, ostracized and eventually hanged for practicing witchcraft. She was buried in a shallow grave in the back of the local cemetery. Maggie’s lonely spirit walks restless in the cemetery as she continues to search for someone to believe her story and expose the truth behind her death.
Angela Horne is coming back to Ezrah’s Plateau for the first time in over a decade. The town is throwing a weekend long celebration for her great grandfather Caleb, who rid the town of evil back in 1870 and offered it a direction of hope and righteousness. During her stay, she discovers a dust covered diary, over a century old, in the attic of her grandmothers house. As Angela reads, she learns that Maggie was not a witch. She was a scapegoat. Whats worse, someone else knows she has that diary and wants it, and her, put away for good.
About the Author
Jacqueline Mahan is an artist, born and raised in New York. She produces work in oil, watercolor, acrylic, and colored pencil, which are often shown and sold in exhibitions. Her artwork tends toward the beautiful and structured, specializing in portraits and still lifes, some illustrative, some painterly. As a visual arts educator, she served for more than twenty years in Nyack, NY.
Jacqueline is a writer. She grew up with an old cemetery in back of her childhood home, which may explain a few things… she loves old cemeteries! Her stories tend toward darkness and uncertainty in both the supernatural and human conditions. Good creepy stuff to keep readers turning pages and maybe…maybe allows them to see something of themselves in the stories.
I stopped dead in my tracks, not even sure that I had heard her quite right. My heart beat fast, and my blood pressure rose. My cock twitched, and I ached with need. Every feeling of arousal I had spent the last hour pushing back rushed to the surface.
I turned to look at her, and the moment my eyes met hers, I knew I had heard correctly. Her eyes were filled with vulnerability and need, and she chewed softly on her bottom lip, looking up at me, then down at the floor, and up at me once more.
God, I wanted her. And she wanted me. I knew that—had known it for a while. But there was one big obstacle. One big green obstacle.
“I’ll hurt you,” I whispered.
She drew a shaky breath and her gaze zoomed in on my bulging crotch. I swore I saw her gulp.
“I want you to,” she answered.
The princess was destined to be mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
Sparks fly, skirts go up and panties come down. My stubborn princess will learn that her Ogre Daddy is determined to turn our nightmare into the ultimate happily ever after.
The princess was destined to be mine. She just didn’t know it yet.
Sparks fly, skirts go up and panties come down. My stubborn princess will learn that her Ogre Daddy is determined to turn our nightmare into the ultimate happily ever after.
I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.
Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.
In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.
Award-winning author of the Shattered Innocence Trilogy
Xavier London was the only man Tessa Sands could ever love, but when she finds out that he isn’t the man she thought he was she is torn between doing what is right and what her heart wants. Believing in second chances, Tessa follows her heart and lets Xavier back into her life.
Just when things begin where they left off, her second chance comes to an end when Colin Gates enters her life, taking away her freedom and her happiness.
Thinking that her life couldn’t get any worse, she is sold to another man, more ruthless than Colin Gates. Her only hope is that Xavier will find her before she disappears forever.
Can she escape a life of torment or will she forever be under the control of Colin Gates?
This is the second book to the Unbreakable Series. It is recommended that the first book Beneath Deception be read first.
Other Books in the An Unbreakable Series:
An Unbreakable Series
From The Award Winning Author of the Shattered Innocence Trilogy
Everyone has a story and for Xavier London, he preferred to keep his hidden. As ruthless as he was, he still had morals and those morals included betraying the one man who saved his life. He never thought that meeting one woman could change everything.
Tessa Sands never knew the truth about her life, nor did she ever question it. The only life she knew was the one she was taught, disciplined by the man who raised and groomed her to be only his. But, when another man entered her life, she slowly begins to discover that she had been deceived from the start.
Can she find true love or will his secrets get in the way?
Their love for each other will be tested. Only they can determine if love will win.
My restless night had me up later than I had wanted. Looking over to my alarm clock, it was already 8:00 a.m. Mr. Colin hadn’t come to get me. I could only guess that the arrangement with Mr. Milford wasn’t going to happen until later. Crawling out of bed, I headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed before he came to get me.
Slipping on a floral dress with matching shoes, I headed down the steps before anyone suspected that I had slept in. Just as I rounded the staircase, I heard Mr. Colin’s voice. “Meet me in an hour. Our usual spot.”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I assumed it was one of his business associates or another client. Hurrying to the kitchen, I didn’t want to be seen, or worse yet, caught hearing his conversation. As I pushed the door open, Mr. Colin said behind me, “Tessa, we need to leave in ten minutes.”
Stopping in mid-step, my hands remained glued to the door as I replied, “Yes, sir.”
Grabbing a to-go cup of coffee, I headed out the front door to where Simon was waiting with his body leaning against the front fender, sporting an arrogant grin which showed just what an asshole he was. Pushing from the car, he moved to the back door and pulled it open for me with a sarcastic comment, “How about another round tonight, love?”
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was much bigger and stronger than me, I would have punched him in the face. Giving him an evil look, I dipped my head and took a seat next to Mr. Colin, who was already inside. There was one thing I hated about Simon more than his cocky attitude, he always managed to speak his mind out of earshot of Mr. Colin, knowing full and well that if I said anything, it would be my word against his.
As we drove into the city, there was only silence between us. Not once did Mr. Colin reference the slight bruising on my cheek or what Simon had done to me after he left the training room. Maybe it was best that nothing was said. I wasn’t sure that he could have said anything that would have made me feel any better. Turning my head, I gazed out the side window
watching the beautiful homes with their perfectly manicured lawns and expertly trimmed hedges pass by. As I looked, I wondered how the lifestyles of the families that occupied those beautiful homes compared to mine. Were they happy? Was there love between them? But most of all I wondered if they were they free to do as they pleased.
Consumed by my thoughts, at first I didn’t notice that Simon turned off the main road and headed to what appeared to be an industrial part of LA. I couldn’t understand why we would have driven here. Then I remembered what he said about meeting in the “usual place.”
Adjusting my position, I tried to get a better view by looking out the front window. Simon pulled inside an empty warehouse. There was no one inside, only pallets of merchandise occupied the large building. Taking in my surroundings, a few minutes passed when a fancy red sports car began to approach us. My eyes were focused on the man driving the expensive looking car. Lowering his sunglasses, he had to have been the most handsome man I had ever seen. Normally, most of Mr. Colin’s associates are old and overweight, but this man was gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect.
Breaking my fixation, Mr. Colin opened his briefcase and pulled out a manila envelope before opening the back door and exiting the car. All I could do was watch him approach the man as he stepped out of his car. As Mr. Colin stood in front of him, I wished that I could hear what was being said. I wanted so badly to roll down the window but knew that would be a big mistake. When he handed the handsome man the envelope, he didn’t seem very happy. I got the feeling that Mr. Colin and this man were not on friendly terms.
As Mr. Colin walked back to the car, my focus was only on the gorgeous man as he got in his car. Opening the door, I couldn’t help but ask, “Who was that man?”
“No one you need to worry about,” he replied sharply.
As we drove off, I couldn’t help but look at the red sports car and the man inside as he backed up and pulled out of the warehouse. Watching him drive away, I felt a strong pull on my hair, knowing that it was Mr. Colin trying to get my attention. I wasn’t sure what he was trying
to prove, but when he pressed his lips hard against mine, I only thought of one thing and that was to push him away. Instead of going with my defensive instinct, I should have allowed him to have what he wanted. It would have saved me the pain of getting slapped across the face.
Placing my hand on my cheek to soothe some of the pain, Mr. Colin warned, “You will not defy me, Tessa. Just remember who you belong to.”
Feeling defeated, I lowered my eyes and responded, “Yes, sir.”
When we returned to Mr. Colin’s home, I was once again ordered to meet him in the training room. Adhering to his request, I changed into a black corset with matching panties and silk stockings. One thing I wished he would have left out were the four-inch stilettos. Something special must have been planned. Never had Mr. Colin requested I wear this form of attire. Slipping on my shoes, I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure that I looked presentable. Everything was perfect except my hair. Gathering it to one side, I braided it in one long braid and tied it in place with a red ribbon to match the red in the corset.
Heading out of the bedroom, I slowly descended the stairs and made my way to the basement where the training room was. The temperature was about ten degrees cooler as I took each step, carefully balancing myself to keep from tumbling headfirst down the stairs. Safely reaching the bottom, I walked down the long hallway until I reached the training room. Pushing open the door, no one was inside, which made me think that I may have misunderstood Mr. Colin. He wasn’t one to be late or one to accept anyone else being late. I thought about leaving and searching for him, but my instinct told me that I should wait until he arrived. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I folded my hands across my lap and focused on the door.
Since I hadn’t slept very well the night before, I decide to lie down for just a moment. I had been waiting for such a long time that I could feel my eyes begin to get heavy. I just needed
to close them for a moment. Drifting off, I entered the world that I loved so much with the green meadow and wildflowers blowing against the warm breeze giving off a sweet fragrance.
Lying on the soft grass, the sky was so blue, and the sun felt so warm against my face. As I took in the warmth, there was something different about this dream. Off in the distance, I saw the form of a man approaching me. Propping my body on one elbow, I held my hand above my eyes to block the sun. I watched with anticipation, keeping my eyes focused on his every step as he got closer. As he stood in front of me, I knew this man. Although I didn’t know his name, I would know that face anywhere. What I didn’t understand was why he was in my dream? Yes, he was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous, to be exact, but why would he be here?
As he held out his hand, I couldn’t help but take it. Lifting me to my feet, we stood only inches apart. I could feel his breath on my forehead as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His scent was masculine and filled my senses. With a willing mind, I parted my lips and allowed him to dip inside. Never had I been kissed in this manner. It wasn’t demanding, but gentle and compassionate. The way I had always imagined a kiss should be.
In the distance, I kept hearing Mr. Colin calling me. I couldn’t bring myself to wake up. All I wanted was to remain in my perfect world with this amazing man. His voice became louder and I could sense the anger in the tone; even then, I didn’t want to leave. Then it happened. Mr. Colin entered my dream, only I was wide awake. The grip he had on my arms as he shook me back to reality told me that my fantasy was over. His voice was stern as he ordered, “Put something appropriate on. We need to leave.”
About the Author
Award-winning Author of the Independent Press Award and NYC Big Book Award. A.L. Long is also the recipient of the National Indie Excellence Award.
My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a lifelong dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.
Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all, what is a romance book without a little spice?
When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.