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Anywhere and Always Book 1

Contemporary Romance

Published: December 2019

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

 

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One wild and passionate Caribbean night leaves Annelise with amazing
memories…but what happens when her vacation fling reappears as a VIP
client?

Deserted by her fiancé only three months before their wedding, a
devastated Annelise decides to go on their Caribbean honeymoon alone in the
hope of thawing the deep freeze of her emotions. Tripping and landing on top
of the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen, a sexy French-Canadian
stranger, is as surprising as it is mortifying.

Rémy Gaspard is staying at his family’s remote tropical resort
to get some work done after a difficult visit with his sister, but instead,
he finds himself drawn to the sad young woman he sees from across the beach.
When she quite literally falls into his lap, he can’t believe his good
fortune.

Their passionate vacation romance is cut short by a troubling accident and
they part ways, but neither can stop thinking about the other. When they
meet up again in Montreal, seemingly by accident six months later, their
attraction is just as strong…or stronger. As they face the challenges
of misunderstandings, suspicions and a shadowy menace that won’t leave
Rémy’s family alone, one thing becomes clear. Their love
remains strong, anywhere and always.

 

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She scrambled up as quickly as possible, but not before she pressed up
against the length of a tall, muscular man. He was warm and smelled of the
ocean and the wind—and also a bit spicy, like some of the more exotic
seasonings used in the local dishes. As she brushed herself off and stood as
swiftly as she could, she just had time to realize that he
smelled…incredibly good. For someone I apparently fell on like a ton
of bricks. Smooth. Real smooth, Annelise.

“I’m so sorry!” she apologized, feeling a hot blush rise
from her hairline to her ears and even onto her chest. She knew her cheeks
must be flaming.

The stranger, dressed only in faded board shorts that might have been red
once but were now a washed-out salmon, was covered in sand. It dusted his
tan, muscular chest and sprinkled his dark-brown hair. He might have looked
silly if he hadn’t been… Well, the only words that sprang to
her mind were ‘unbelievably gorgeous’. No, that wasn’t
true. She also thought ‘scrumptious’ and ‘hot as
hell’. Mentally recalling herself, she realized he hadn’t
responded to her apology.

“Do you speak English? Español?” Annelise hoped he spoke
at least a tiny bit of English, because her Spanish was abysmal. “Oh
my gosh, did I hurt you?” she continued, worried.

The man sat up with a little shake, and his mouth quirked into a wry smile,
making his dark eyes crinkle at the corners. “No apology needed. I
must have fallen asleep. I’m fine. No harm done.
Although”—he gestured at the empty beach—“it was an
unlucky coincidence that you should choose this one spot to walk
onto.” His accent sounded French, and his tone was compelling as he
spoke, inviting her to share his amusement, not only at their situation but
also possibly at life in general.

Annelise felt an unfamiliar smile tug at the corners of her lips.
“I’m so glad you’re not hurt. And ‘unlucky’
should be my middle name,” she answered, the words out before she
could recall them. It was totally unlike her to talk about her personal life
with a complete stranger. Alone. On a deserted beach. Totally alone. She
took an unconscious step backward.

The stranger didn’t look as though he’d been lying in wait to
trip unsuspecting tourists, though. He looked as if he belonged—and as
if he was mildly interested in what she was saying. If he’d looked too
interested, she might have shut down, but instead, she found herself
answering the questioning quirk of his dark eyebrow.

“I’ve…had a bit of a setback recently in my personal
life,” she said. It was the understatement of the century.

“Sounds like it was a bad one. Do you want to talk about it?”
he offered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, just two
strangers watching a Caribbean sunset and talking about their personal
lives. It suddenly occurred to her that he was the first person besides the
unobtrusive security guards that she’d seen on the private beach this
entire trip. She’d actually begun to think she must be the only guest
at the cabanas. Her thoughts turned suddenly suspicious.

“What are you doing on this beach? It’s supposed to be private
and definitely a no-trespassing sort of place.” Her mind turned to the
prominent guns she’d seen the security guards carrying, and she
wasn’t sure if she was trying to intimidate or warn the
stranger.

The white of his smile on his tan face was stunning in the sunset.
“Thank you for the warning, chérie, but I am a guest
here…in the owner’s cabana.” He gestured with one long,
muscular arm and Annelise noticed a path she hadn’t seen before,
leading to what looked like a giant house. It was much larger than her own
spacious cabin.

“Oh, right. The owner’s French, isn’t he?” Annelise
answered, trying to recall the details she knew of the resort. She’d
learned about it from her colleague, and the owner was a big-time client of
the financial services firm where she worked.

“French-Canadian,” the stranger corrected, raising his eyebrow
again, “but I’ll let it slide just this once.”

“Sorry…I know there’s a big difference,” she
hastened to apologize. Great, she’d now offended a close friend of a
client who could get her fired.

The stranger shook his head. “I was teasing. I’m not so easily
offended,” he said, bending up his knees and wrapping his arms loosely
around them before motioning toward the soft-looking hollow next to him.
“Care to join me? You can’t beat the view.”

 

 About the Author

Aurora Russell is originally from the frozen tundra of the upper-Midwest
(ok, not frozen all the time!) but now loves living in New England with her
real-life hero/husband, two wonderfully silly sons, and one of the most
extraordinary cats she has ever had the pleasure to meet. But she still goes
back to the Midwest to visit, just never in January. She doesn’t remember a
time that she didn’t love to read, and has been writing stories since she
learned how to hold a pencil. She has always liked the romantic scenes best
in every book, story, and movie, so one day she decided to try her hand at
writing her own romantic fiction, which changed her life in all the best
ways.

 

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Book 3 of the Bloodstone Series

Historical Suspense/Thriller

Date Published: February 28, 2020

Publisher:  Books to Go Now

 

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The killer whispered-“A pretty damsel…worth a pretty risk.”

 

A veteran, Detective Rudyard Bloodstone has fought a brutal battle and
witnessed war horrors that haunt his nightmares. Now one of those horrors
has followed him home from Africa.

A vicious predator, the Cape cobra, can kill a man in thirty minutes. A
suspect using the snake as a weapon in robberies is terrorizing
London.

When the crimes escalate into murder, a victim’s daughter, Honoria
Underhill, becomes the focus of the killer. After several attempts on her
life, Scotland Yard threatens to take over the high profile case. With few
leads to follow, Bloodstone and his partner must now fight department
politics and catch the killer before Underhill becomes another murder
victim.

 

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“How much did you hear?” Ruddy asked. 

“From the part where Will said you needed a feint. I heard about the decoy too and you have no one that suits.” Honoria smiled sweetly and leaned forward, arms on her knees.

Ruddy had a bad feeling he knew what she was about to say.

Will must’ve sensed it too. “Miss Underhill, I hope you’re not going to suggest something foolish.” He set the parlor chair next to hers. 

“I’m going to suggest the obvious and the most expedient. Truth be told gentlemen, I miss going about my affairs like a normal person. The sooner this person is caught, the sooner I can return to my everyday life.”

“Miss Underhill—”

“Hear me out, Will, please.”

Behind her back, he mouthed no to Ruddy, who tipped his head a fraction in acknowledgement. 

“I am weary of being afraid. It has to end and if a decoy is the way to achieve that, then the only viable choice is me. He’s obsessed. Will and Curry can station themselves so they’re barely a stone’s throw from me.” After a long, exasperated sigh she said, “Detective Bloodstone, let’s finish this.”

She’d been sheltered all her life, she had no idea how dangerous being a decoy was. “I understand your frustration. We all do. That frustration is skewing your logic along with other factors. You’re in mourning for your father and the tragedy of his murder also affects your thinking. Emotional upheaval of an extreme nature often steals logic from us,” Ruddy explained. Her fingers drummed the arm of her chair as he did. 

“Let me stop you right there, detective.” All the sweet, young heiress tone was stripped from her voice, replaced with the serious tone of a stern headmistress. “As I’ve tried to make Will understand, this is the least close family I know. I loved my father because he was my father and a good man in many ways. Love isn’t the same as like and I can say in all honestly, I did not like him. He wasn’t a warm, loving man and made no effort to be so. You may think me harsh, but I don’t miss him.” Then she firmly added, “My thinking and my logic are just fine.” 

Archie’s cheeks and forehead flushed bright red with anger. “I don’t believe you. Ruddy and I were there right after the attack in the hospital. You were sobbing and an emotional wreck.”

“Who wouldn’t be, detective? My father, who I told you I did have affection for, was murdered in front of my eyes. I’m not made of stone. Not to mention I was also attacked.” 

Will slid his hand under her upper arm and drew her back into a more relaxed position. As she’d defended her idea, she’d tilted to more closely challenge them all. 

“Miss Underhill, has it escaped you that Curry and I were hired to protect you? Making yourself a decoy for a killer is the inverse of protection,” Will told her.

She waved off his objection with a dismissive flick of her hand. “Oh bosh.”

“Our boss is never, ever going to approve such a thing,” Archie stressed. “If we even approach him with such a plan, he’d say we’d gone mad.”

Honoria pulled her arm out of Will’s grasp. She went from man-to-man, glaring at each in turn. “Apparently, you all believe I need permission. Well gentlemen, I will remind you that I need no approval or permission to do what I want in my own home.

Every cell in Ruddy’s body longed to grab her by the arms and shake her until her eyes crossed. “I would remind you that this snake is one of the deadliest in the world. You won’t survive its bite. It doesn’t matter how close Will and Curry are to you if the killer is within the snake’s striking range.”

“I’ll pad my arms with extra clothing or wrap towels around them under my dress.”

The men just shook their heads. Fed up, Ruddy stood and said, “We’re spitting into the wind, Arch. Let’s go.” He stepped to within inches of where Honoria sat and bent down close to her face. “If you don’t care about your safety, then think how you’ll feel if this nonsensical idea gets Will or Curry killed. Brave you, dead them. Good afternoon, Miss Underhill.”

About the Author

I was raised in Chicago. My father, a history professor, and my mother, a
voracious reader passed on a love of history and books along with a love of
travel. 

I am a retired police detective. After twenty-five years in law enforcement
I decided to pursue my dream of writing. I write a historical-time travel
romance series called Knights in Time and a historical suspense called The
Bloodstone Series.

I am also working on a world war two series of novella romances. The first
is Moonlight Serenade and currently available. The second is my work in
progress at the moment and will be titled, The Ack-Ack Girl.

 

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Time-Travel Romance

Date Published: 7/2/2020

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

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Dicen Burke had it all.  As lead singer in the world famous rock band,
Dark Army, the world lay at his feet.  But the path to super stardom
warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him
finally descended.  Unable to stop the self-destructive path of alcohol
and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard.

He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know.  The Twenty-first
century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered.
He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive
influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion
Picture elite.

Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a
world that offers him a clean slate.  But when he’s pulled back
to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a
reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find
Juliet again?

 

 

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“Hey you,” a soft voice commanded.  “Open your eyes
please”

            He tried
to obey, struggling to push past the lingering darkness that clung to him
like a second skin.  God, he felt horrible.


“That’s it,” she soothed.  “Open your
eyes.  Look at me.”

            Finally,
he managed to raise his eyelids.  An angel leaned over him, staring
into his eyes.  She smiled at him so he smiled back.  He had
always thought it would be demons that would come collect him when he died
so it amazed him that heaven was calling.


“Ah, a set of beautiful baby blues,” she murmured, stroking his
cheek.  “Hello, handsome.”

            He
opened his mouth to say something but the words wouldn’t come.
His tongue felt swollen, dry.  He forced himself to swallow to try to
get some saliva flowing.


“W-what happened?”

            She
cocked her head.  “Bad hooch I’m thinking.  Gotta be
careful of certain juice joints.  Come,” she said, holding out
her hand.  “Let’s get you sitting upright.”

            He
hadn’t realized he’d been lying down but as she helped him up,
he realized the halo around her head had been nothing more but the
flickering of a street light accentuating the midnight hue of her
hair.  When he was vertical once more, he finally saw all of the
woman’s features.  Short bobbed hair held back by a headband made
of crystal beads while dark eyes watched him from under thin, perfectly
arched eyebrows.  Her lips were a cupid’s bow, painted a deep
red.  Her skin a flawless pale shade that contrasted sharply with her
heavily made up eyes.


“Like what you see?” she asked.

            He
blinked.  “I always like my fans.  Where am I?”

            One of
those thin eyebrows arched.  “That hooch must’ve really
made you balled up.  You’re off Hollywood Boulevard, of course,
belly up in an alley.”

            He
looked around, completely baffled.  How the hell did he get here?
Where was the stage?  The screaming fans?  Kieron, Van and
Tony?


“Do you have a name, handsome?”


“Yeah, sorry.  I’m Dicen Burke.”

            He
waited.  He waited for the name to sink in, for her eyes to widen, for
her to begin batting her eyes in an attempt to flirt her way into his
bed.


“Juliet,” she said.  “Juliet Fox.  I was looking
for my brother, Thayer, and figured I’d find him upchucking out here
and instead I find a keen big six.  Say, you’re no drugstore
cowboy are you?”


“Excuse me?”  Her lack of a response to his name, along
with slang he didn’t understand, threw him.


“You know, a guy that hangs around street corners looking to pick up
ladies.  Just so we’re clear on the matter, I ain’t that
kind of girl,” she informed him, the smile on her face lessening the
harshness of her tone.  “Have you seen another man out here, by
chance, throwing up?”

            She
confused him.  He shook his head and then wished he hadn’t when
it throbbed.  “God, I need an aspirin.”

 

 

 

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I began reading my mom’s Harlequin Presents in the fifth grade, and
from the first story I knew I wanted to write romance novels. I like writing
about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my
heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate
highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and
push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to
resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing
characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who
find redemption through love. You can find me on the web at:

 

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Date Published: 7/27/2020

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

 

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Former terror cell expert Audrey Jenkins has seen enough death and
destruction to last a lifetime. When she uncovers her ex, Brett, a
higher-ranking officer in her unit, selling military secrets, she turns him
in and returns to the simpler life she has embraced since leaving the army.
CID Special Agent Cam Harris is a career military man with a strong sense of
duty. When a military prisoner who once saved his life in Afghanistan
escapes while in his custody, he requests the assignment to track him down.
Cam’s manhunt leads him to Audrey’s door. His prisoner—her
ex—will resurface here, he’s sure of it. The feisty woman wants
nothing to do with hunting down her ex, but when a terror cell she’s
all-too-familiar with launches a deadly attack on army intelligence soldiers
and officers, she knows it’s Brett. Helping Cam is the right thing to
do. But the attraction burning between them may be the mistake that gets her
and Cam killed…

 

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Her tears had stopped. She should release him. But a new storm threatened. She hadn’t been with a man since Brett, hadn’t trusted her choices in companions. Brett’s defection, and subsequent courtroom nastiness, had cautioned her into remaining celibate. He’d been so far from what she’d imagined, she’d decided to swear off men. That had been easy, until Cameron appeared on her horizon.

His hot body in a uniform plus overall good looks had snared her attention at the court martial, as well as Elena’s. They’d salivated over him at the time, and then moved on. They’d returned to work, and she’d begun to pick up the pieces after Brett. She didn’t need a man to be fulfilled. Or so she thought. By the way she was reacting to Cam now, she realized her attraction from back then had only lain dormant. His kindness, gentleness, and quiet strength had awakened her desires. God, she felt protected in his embrace. Protected and aroused.

The arousal part scared her. Here she was, finding another soldier wildly attractive. If she was smart, she’d push him away, thank him for his kindness, and call it a night. He wouldn’t insist. He’d already proven he was a gentleman. He was nothing like Brett.

Since she’d met him a few days ago, he’d been only professional and understanding, quietly strong and reliable through the home invasion, the fire, and now their flight into the wilderness. He’d never come on to her, had simply offered opinions while listening to her explanations. She had no idea whether he looked at her that way or not. He’d make a great poker player, with no hint of what he was thinking visible to another person. Perhaps that was why she was getting more turned on as the seconds ticked by. She’d love to see him lose control.

Brett never had. He’d always been in full control in the bedroom, as well as in the war room. His orgasms had been quiet, disciplined releases, and she’d stifled her screams to match his restraint. She had no idea whether Cam would be the same. Maybe she was destined to only be attracted to cold fish.

She pressed closer to him and felt his arousal between them. So, not a cold fish. She raised her head and opened her eyes. His dark brown ones stared back at her, a glint of confused desire in their depths.

“What the hell are you doing, Audrey?” His voice was hoarse, questioning. He stepped back, arms dropping to his sides. And ran a hand over his face. She took a step forward. Their chests touched. His gaze never left hers. “What are you doing?”

Her heart skipped a beat. It had been a long, long time since she’d acted on a sexual attraction. Part of her wanted to turn tail and run to her room. It wasn’t too late. She could still keep face. A larger part of her wanted to remove Brett’s final hold on her. She didn’t want her last lover to be a traitor. She met his look head on.

About the Author

Cathy Skendrovich has always loved a good story, and spent her formative
years scribbling what is now called Fan Fiction. The current heartthrob of
the time featured heavily in all her stories. Unfortunately, once she went
to college, her writing took the form of term papers, written on typewriters
instead of computer keyboards.

Upon graduation, Cathy took a job as an English teacher in a middle school.
Along the way, she married her husband of thirty-six years, and had two
sons. Now an empty nester, she and her husband have embarked on their own
adventure, moving to Idaho to live overlooking a pond.

Romantic suspense has always been her favorite genre to read and write,
though she has dabbled in historical romance. Creating an unpredictable
storyline is her goal, and she hopes she has done so in her current and
previous books. Prisoner of Love is her first published novel, followed
closely by The Pirate’s Bride, The Pirate Bride’s Holiday Masquerade,
and Undercover with the Nanny. Zone of Action is her fifth book, and her
first military suspense. For research, she asks her son in Army Intelligence
for up to the minute information. Lately, he’s stopped taking her
calls.

 

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Nell Ingram faces a dark craft known as death magic in the newest pulse-pounding paranormal procedural in the New York Times bestselling Soulwood series.

Nell Ingram is a rookie PsyLed agent, using the powers she can channel from deep within the earth to solve paranormal crimes. Together with her team, she’s taken on the darkest magic and the direst foes. But she’ll need to tap into every ounce of power she has for her newest case.

Nell is called to the Tennessee mansion of a country music star and finds a disturbing scene—dead bodies rapidly decaying before everyone’s eyes. The witch on her team, T. Laine, knows this can only be one thing: death magic, a rare type of craft used to steal life forces. PsyLed needs to find this lethal killer fast. But when a paranormal-hating FBI agent tries to derail the investigation, they find themselves under attack from all sides.

 

 

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I took one last look at the body and turned away, sucked on the mint. Tried not to breathe. Tried not to see the body on the back of my eyelids every time I blinked.

 

  1. Laine would have made a great general, giving orders and dividing up supplies. Once all the victims were covered, and the conscious band members dressed in biohazard unis, she assigned four to a tent in a sort of triage, giving her limited, nearly drained null pens to the ones who appeared to be the sickest. Once she had the site as safe as she could make it, she let the first responders dress out in her dwindling supply of unis and render aid. They started oxygen and IVs and took blood pressures.

 

She assigned Alvin and me to start a database record of the victims and their symptoms and where they had been, and when, from the time they arrived at Stella’s house. We used paper pads because I was afraid the death whatever energies could potentially ruin electronics. They would rot paper too, but we could take pics of our notes later, giving us backup.

 

As more and more emergency vehicles rolled in, many from surrounding counties, the local citizens kicked in, dropping off food and supplies at the gate: hot coffee and donuts came from a coffee shop and bakery, a local convenience store donated drinks and ice, a church delivered fried chicken and fixin’s from a local Krispy Krunchy Chicken. A portable toilet was offered by a contractor but wasn’t needed because there was a human-bathroom in the barn. A pharmacy provided sunscreen, bug spray, tubes of lip protection, Tylenol, Tums, and assorted such things. Bags of chips and protein bars were delivered from a local grocery. Another church delivered bottled water, bleach, paper towels, and toilet paper. Bringing in food and supplies was good advertising for the local stores and churches, as the media sent out footage to the entire nation. Stella Mae Ragel was a national treasure.

 

Her death also meant unwanted publicity for anyone who got into camera range. Except for the time I erected tents, I kept my jacket on, a unit baseball hat on, and my face turned away from drones and telescopic camera lenses.

 

Once the quarantine tents were set up and full of people, Alvin and I took a break. Sitting on the steps to the side porch, we drank water and shared a bag of pretzels. Nearby, T. Laine begged for help from Tennessee’s witches, calling from her super-secret witch databank. Ending one especially frustrating call, she muttered, cussing under her breath.

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Faith Hunter is the award-winning New York Times and USAToday bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock, Soulwood, Rogue Mage, and Junkyard Cats series. In addition, she has edited several anthologies and co-authored the Rogue Mage RPG. She is the coauthor and author of 16 thrillers under pen names Gary Hunter and Gwen Hunter. Altogether she has 40+ books and dozens of short stories in print and is juggling multiple projects.

She sold her first book in 1989 and hasn’t stopped writing since.

Faith collects orchids and animal skulls, loves thunderstorms, and writes. She likes to cook soup, bake bread, garden, and kayak Class II & III whitewater rivers. She edits the occasional anthology and drinks a lot of tea. Some days she’s a lady. Some days she ain’t.

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