Daddy’s Best Friend
by K.C. Crowne
17 years age gap…Why does something so wrong feel so right? Hot. Taboo. Strictly off-limits. Jeremiah was my father’s older best friend. And now I can’t get the single daddy of twins out of my mind.
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Special Agent Finnegan (Undercover FBI Book 2)
by Mimi Barbour
Finn’s a cop who adores his quirky dad & knows this soft core leaves him vulnerable. When he meets his new partner, the thought of her in danger drives him crazy. Going undercover to find New York’s suicide killers ensures constant conflicts & danger. Humor, romance & an emotional tie between her & the old dad makes this book exceptional.
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by Evie Wilde
Santa is missing, and reporter Meghan Casey heads to the North Pole to investigate the big guy’s disappearance. When she arrives, she meets four strapping members of Santa’s special guard. Together they must save Christmas, and they might just fall in love in the process.
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Tame (Mad Love Book 3)
by Colet Abedi
Fall in love with British Billionaire Michael Sinclair in Colet Abedi’s new standalone romance Tame from the Mad Love Series. Opposites attract when innocent Abby ignites the passion of Michael, a British playboy billionaire. He thinks he’s in control, but she may prove to be a greater temptation than he can handle…
Christmas with the Billionaire (The Young Billionaires Book 6)
by Emma Lea
Zoë Farraday really, really doesn’t want to go home to her small town for Christmas, but she especially doesn’t want to go home alone. Inviting the guy she got stuck in the elevator with to be her fake boyfriend was the action of a desperate woman. Things are heating up and it’s not just the Australian summer that’s getting Zoë hot and bothered.
Portrait of a Lady (The Gentleman Courtesans Book 1)
by Victoria Vale
Will the newfound happiness end when their arrangement does, or will what began as a matter of lust and convenience lead to true and lasting love? Find out in Portrait of A Lady, Book 1 of The Gentleman Courtesans Series.
One Winter Night (The Parker’s 12 Days of Christmas Book 1)
by Ali Parker
Love is in the air in Savannah. I recently got out of the military, and am working for my best friend’s father. The last person I expected to find working there was my best friend’s little sister – all grown up, beyond beautiful and such a handful. She’s in for the adventure of her lifetime with me, and it’s going to start one hot winter night.
by Measha Stone
When Ellie’s father is taken by a group of thugs collecting on a debt, it’s no surprise she goes running straight into the beast’s lair. She’s been her father’s keeper for as long as she can remember. But Ashland Titon isn’t a man of mercy. If you owe, you pay. His unrelenting control has built his empire, and he’s not going to give over that power now.
A Nice scene with Nico:
Nico gripped the steering wheel and muttered a few choice comments to the Lexus driver in front of him going ten MPH under the speed limit. Napa had two seasons: winter and tourist. He wasn’t really griping—visitors bought wine, kept the multitude of eateries full, and pretty much subsidized his lifestyle—he just wished they’d drive faster.
Fifteen minutes later than he’d promised, he turned into the short drive in front of his mother’s one-car garage, but he didn’t get far. His mother’s ancient Subaru Outback squatted in front of the closed door. She left it out on purpose. Festooned with bumper stickers for a variety of causes and the politicians who supported them, the car was a movable billboard for everything Olivia Treviani believed in: literacy, charity, children, the starving, the disenfranchised, stopping the nukes, stopping war with a hug, saving the whales, saving the missions, saving us all from ourselves, but most of all saving the small farms in the Valley.
Nico parked his truck even though half the bed hung out into the street. This far off the beaten track no one would care—if they noticed at all. His mother’s house, a tiny cube tucked out of the way on the road to Geyserville, sported a small porch with two rocking chairs, flower boxes in front of the windows, which his mother kept planted with a riot of color no matter the season, and a bright orange front door. Easy for the paramedics to find, according to his mother. Everything about the place made Nico smile … except the second rocking chair with the worn cushion and the cigarette stains on the armrests.
Wiping his feet out of habit, he pushed open the door and leaned in. “Anybody home?” No one answered, so he followed the light and laughter back to the kitchen.
A rectangular room running the length of the small house, the kitchen was filled with light and wonderful aromas of something sweet baking. Piles of pots and pans grew from the deep commercial sink, spilling onto the countertops to each side in a landslide of stainless steel. A thick creamy batter dripped from the beaters of his mother’s prized Hobart. Thin white powder dusted everything, as if a skiff of snow had blown through when he’d opened the door.
Nico’s mother and her two granddaughters kneeling on stools, giggles burbling, clustered around the island. With studied precision, they peeled cookie dough shapes from the butcher-block top and placed the figures carefully on the cookie sheets. Once populated, the cookie sheets disappeared into the maw of the oven. Nico’s mother set the timer, then replaced the sheets in front of the girls with trays of baked and cooled cookies. Then she pointed as the girls wielded squeeze bottles of frosting in lieu of piping bags, an old trick of his mother’s. Not too long ago the three heads pressed together over cookies had been his, his brother Paolo’s, and his sister Victoria’s. Time telescoped as he watched, memories flooding back.
After a moment, he couldn’t stand it any longer. “Did a flour bomb go off in here, or what?”
“Uncle!” Brooklyn, the eldest of his nieces by two minutes, which she loved to lord over her sister, waved at him with a spatula, flinging batter across the kitchen. Covered in flour, her eyes were dark holes like pieces of coal on a snowman. He thought her shirt was red, but wasn’t sure. “We’re making cookies.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” Nico felt a grin lift the corner of his mouth. Thirteen was such an interesting age—one minute the girls balanced on the precipice of adulthood; the next minute, like now, they seemed to slip back into the giddiness of childhood.
“Gingerbread men, to be exact,” corrected Taryn, the more pragmatic of the two. She was the only one not wearing a coating of white powder. Remaining relatively unsullied by the culinary activities, she had only a single slash of flour across one cheek like a half-painted Indian brave.
Both of them had wild red hair like his sister’s and kind eyes like his brother’s. Their smiles? Nico didn’t know whose smile they had; he hadn’t seen them in a long time. Identical in appearance, yet with personalities as different as the earth and the sky, to Nico they were as beautiful as wild horses and as hard to corral, although his mother didn’t seem to be having any trouble—other than the mess.
“Mother?” Nico bit down on his smile as he adopted a scolding tone.
A tall woman, thin despite her truck-driver appetite, with dark eyes and a generous mouth often curled, as now, in a smile, softening her long face, breathed deep, working for control. Usually impeccably turned-out, she looked like she’d taken the worst of the flour war. Covered from head to toe, her gray hair even whiter with the stuff, her normally olive skin was now pasty and pale, except for the tracks tears had scored down her cheeks. Her mouth formed his name, but laughter drowned the words as she dissolved once again, taking her minions down the road with her.
Nico crossed his arms as he braced himself against the doorframe and waited, working not to laugh, but failing. The three women clung to each other laughing, crying, holding on.
Finally, Brooklyn broke free. Slipping off her stool and stepping around the counter, she flung herself at him, her arms circling his waist, a white cloud enveloping them both. “Oh, Uncle.” She buried her face in his chest.
Stunned, Nico froze. Uncertain and awkward, first with one hand, then the other, he pulled her into him. “Hey, Knucklehead.” When he glanced up, his eyes met his mother’s, full of love, tinged with sadness, buoyed by hope. For the first time since his brother had died he felt … something.
Taryn watched them as her face sobered. She remained rooted to the spot like a princess under a spell, a spell Nico had no idea how to break despite his desperate searching.
He smiled at her, as he gently worked Brooklyn’s arms loose. “Gingerbread men? With frosting?”
Taryn smiled, and Brooklyn moved away but grabbed his hand, pulling him with her. “The frosting’s the best part. Grandmother taught us how to make it, but my arm is killing me.”
Nico smiled at his mother over the girls’ heads. Making the children hand-beat the frosting was an old trick of hers. “Takes some of the stuffing out of you little cannibals,” she had said so many times he didn’t even need to close his eyes to hear her again, to see his brother, full of mischief, and his sister a willing accomplice.
“Your uncle …” His mother’s voice cracked as if she could read his thoughts. She cleared her throat before beginning again. “Your uncle is a bit of a frosting snob.”
“You must try my gingerbread man, then.” Brooklyn presented him with a one-legged figure, heavily dressed in blue frosting, a big pink smile, and green dots for eyes.
Her father’s eyes had been green.
Nico’s chest ached as he fought for breath while trying to maintain his smile. “What happened to his leg?”
“Bailey got it,” Taryn said.
“Bailey?” Nico glanced around, for the first time focusing on the mess in the rest of the kitchen. Several empty bags of flour, torn and tattered, littered the floor. Huge trails of white powder arced across the linoleum. “Where is that mangy cur?” he asked his mother.
“We locked him in the laundry room,” she said, her voice even, her face a mask.
“When we caught him,” Brooklyn added.
“Looks like it was one hell of a battle.”
“Nico. Your language,” his mother admonished.
“Is what it’s always been, Mother.”
She started to say something, then thought better of it.
“Bailey needs a bath,” Taryn added, her eyes wide. “If we wash him, do you think he will turn to glue?”
“That would be the best possible outcome.” Nico undercut his comment with a smile.
“He needs a trainer,” Brooklyn stated what Nico had been saying since his mother bought the puppy right after Paolo’s funeral.
“So does your grandmother.” The woman could run roughshod over three children but couldn’t raise her voice to a puppy.
This got giggles from the girls, which made Nico’s heart light. “Okay,” he let go of Brooklyn’s hand, then clapped and rubbed his together. “Taste-testing time.”
After an hour and more gingerbread men than was good for anybody, Nico rounded up the girls. “Let’s clean this place up. We can’t leave your grandmother to tackle it on her own.”
His mother stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Just this once, let me do it.”
Nico started to argue.
His mother quieted him with a shake of her head. She lowered her voice so the girls who were chattering at the sink as they washed up couldn’t hear. “Sometimes it’s best to leave the party while you’re still having fun.”
“But, Mother, it’s a mess.”
She squared her shoulders. When she did, she could almost meet him eye-to-eye. “I like having children in the house. I like the laughter, the fun, the silliness we somehow forget to allow ourselves as we grow older.”
“They are my responsibility now. I don’t want to impose.”
When his mother shook her head it was with sadness. “You have been our rock, Nico.” She reached out and touched his face. “Share the load, my son. It’s time you started living.”
Living. What did the woman think he’d been doing? “But …”
She stopped him once again with three fingers to his lips and a shake of her head. “No. No buts. I need to care for someone. Let me. You have lost a brother.” She glanced over her shoulder at the girls who still seemed to be occupied with each other and not paying any attention. “They lost their father. And I lost a son. I’m glad your father didn’t have to …” Her voice cracked and she stopped.
Nico pulled his mother into a hug.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
Deacon is sexy, determined, flawed, dominant, and filthy-rich.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?
I’ve been at this awhile now and every day is a surprise. Watching each character come to life through me is always an indescribable experience. I think I know what’s going to happen, how the plot is going to evolve, and the character always takes me in a completely different direction. I love that!
How long does it take you to write a book?
I like to write 3,000 words a day and I try to write 6-7 days a week, so I’m able to finish a novel every month.
What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?
I can’t write continuously for hours on end. I usually need to break it up in 2-3 sessions throughout the day. I break up these sessions up with other business related tasks such as marketing, social media, and collaborating with my team. I usually put in 8-10 hour days, but in 2-3 hour intervals. Evenings and weekends are family time but my husband and son understand if I need to sneak away to write for a bit on the weekends.
What book are you reading now?
I’m reading and loving the Quantum Trilogy by M.S. Force.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you! I wake up every day feeling blessed that I get to do what I love for a living and you’re the reason for that!
What’s in your fridge right now?
Yogurt, hard boiled eggs, apples, potatoes, cheese, lettuce, cucumbers, salad dressing, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, left over pasta, chicken, milk, orange juice, bottled water, and condiments.
What song do you sing at the top of your voice every time you hear it?
How Do You Like Me Now by Toby Keith.
Other than writing, what special or unusual talent(s) do you have?
I am so ordinary! Not sure it counts as a ‘special’ talent, but I’ve netted more than my fair share of 50” fish.
Where did you last go on holiday?
Jamaica. It was beautiful!
If feral aliens attacked your house and they were zapping your home with their Über super bombs, what five items would you save?Aside from my family? My computer, thumb drive, family pictures, and my dog. Not in that order.
If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
Lovesick. I am so in love with the idea of happily-ever-after, which explains what I do for a living. I think the right partner makes everything better, the successes as well as the failures. I’ve been married long enough to know it can be hard work, but it is so worth it!
TITLE – My Best Friend’s Bride
AUTHOR – Ginny Baird
GENRE – Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
PUBLICATION DATE – June 9, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 72K
PUBLISHER – Winter Wedding Press
COVER ARTIST – Dar Albert
From New York Times Bestselling Author GINNY BAIRD, a new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy…
Relationship expert Jillian Jamison is in a bind. While her first book was a successful bestseller, her second tome tanked. Now, her publisher wants a spin on the third book, Married Love: Keeping Those Home Fires Burning, that’s up close and personal. With financial pressures mounting and sole responsibility for her aging grandfather, Jill feels forced into wedlock. But it’s only for a year and she’s devised a plan with her long-term friend. When Brad backs out, Jill fears she’ll be left standing at the altar. Then Brad offers a solution: Jill can marry the one man on earth she despises…his handsome best friend.
Hunter Delany is a confirmed bachelor and that’s how he likes it. When his best friend Brad approaches him with an unusual contract, he’s determined to run for the hills, especially since the name on the paperwork is international celebrity Jillian Jamison, the woman who spurned him in high school. Hunter would rather do anything than spend twelve months of his life saddled with her. But he has a soft spot for Brad who’s in a predicament, so Hunter agrees to consider Brad’s proposal. When Hunter learns he’s getting passed over for a job promotion, because the client only wants to work with those in a family way, this clinches the deal.
Hunter is “in” for as long as he can stand it. Jill is not thrilled with the arrangement either. But really, what choice does she have? Even if it has to look authentic on the outside, between her and Hunter it’s just pretend. Besides, she reasons rationally, she’s already got the dress…
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Before Jill knew what was happening, he reached for her and clamped her against his chest in a big bear hug. His frame was rock solid and he smelled of musky cologne. Hunter’s arms wound around her securing her at the waist. “Sorry bud,” he whispered to Brad, “the press is watching.”
Jill stared up at him, her mind whirling. “Hunter! Just what are you doing?” She didn’t know why, but her knees felt weak and her mouth went dry. She was probably in a state of shock. It wasn’t like she recalled that old longing she’d held, when she’d hoped to be in Hunter’s arms, so many years ago. Then, she’d imagined him to be a different kind of guy…the sort who could really care for a girl, and sweep her off her feet with one kiss. Not that she’d let him try, especially after learning what sort of guy he really was. The type who was only in it for the moment, and wouldn’t have given her a second thought once she’d completely given him her heart. His dark eyes caught the sunlight as he dipped his chin toward hers.
“Making us public,” he said with a grin. At once, Jill felt transported in time and she was all of seventeen again, helplessly under Hunter’s spell. The next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers, all hot and heavy, his tongue sweeping in to taste hers. Jill sagged in his arms and he tightened his embrace. This was wrong. This is insane… But Jill found herself kissing him back, just a little at first—and then a lot. He felt so good and smelled so fine, she nearly forgot they were standing at the edge of a parking lot. Jill’s temperature spiked as her tennis racket crashed to the ground. Oh man, he was good. Better than good. Hunter’s skill was top-notch. Excellent. Why oh why, had she waited so long? Or perhaps it was good she’d waited, until the fruit of her desire had ripened to perfection. Was it Jill’s imagination, or was Hunter just as ravenous for her? Somehow her arms were around him, her wrists overlapping at the back of his neck. It was almost like she was enjoying this, wanting more of him… What? Hunter? Jill called herself up short and broke away, stepping back with a gasp. At least she hoped she was gasping and not panting. Whoa.
Hunter saucily cocked an eyebrow and spoke with a husky rasp.
“Can I take that to mean you missed me, too?”
Jillian (Jill) Jamison – The heroine from My Best Friend’s Bride, Jill Jamison, is a thirty-year-old relationship expert. She has shoulder-length brown hair and warm brown eyes with hints of honey around the irises. Jill’s first book, Love Like You Mean It, was an international bestseller. Her second tome, Long-term Love: Making It Last, tanked. Now, Jill’s under pressure to produce a third book, Married Love: Keeping Those Home Fires Burning, that’s up close and personal. The trouble is—though she’s experienced at giving others advice—Jill has never had luck in the boyfriend department herself. She has several ex-boyfriends, including Isaac who gave Jill her dog Fifi. Jill also has a Tom cat called Mimi. When hero Hunter hears about Fifi and Mimi, he refuses to live under the same roof with pets having such ridiculous sounding names. This makes Jill steamed, as does everything else Hunter says and does. When he unexpectedly lays a hot kiss on her while seeing her for the first time in twelve years, Jill’s absolutely furious! She’s also angry with herself for reacting so eagerly to Hunter’s advances. He’s the guy she’s hated since high school. Surely, a fake marriage will never fly with a dyed-in-the-wool womanizer like him! Forget that he’s more handsome than ever, and has that lop-sided smile that still makes her weak in the knees. And never mind that her deadline for marrying is only a few weeks away. Jill can’t imagine making things work with the type of cad she warns women about. Not Hunter Delaney! No way!
Hunter Delaney – Hero Hunter Delaney is also thirty and works for an advertising agency. He’s back in town after being away for more than a decade, during which he’s developed his skills on the job and failed at his numerous encounters with women. Hunter has his own reasons for guarding his heart, so emotionally he keeps females at bay. Ultimately, they become frustrated and walk out on him, just like Sabrina did when she almost clobbered him on the head with the three-inch high-heeled shoe she lobbed in his direction. Hunter has dark hair and eyes, a buff frame, and stands over six feet tall. He’s been Brad’s best friend since prep school, and has repeatedly come to Brad’s rescue by getting him out of trouble. This time is no different, except it involves that stuck-up brunette Jill Jamison, who was too good for Hunter in high school and now believes she’s better than the rest of the world. Okay, so Jill’s held up pretty well over the years and still has those pretty brown eyes Hunter mooned over as a teenager. But, deep down, she’s still an “ice princess” with that same chilly heart. At least, that’s what Hunter thinks until Jill’s fiery hello kiss has him believing she’s experienced a deep thaw…
Cassandra Evans – Cassandra Evans has been Jill’s nemesis since high school. For as long as Cassandra’s known Jill, Jill’s been a pain the neck, besting Cassandra again and again at every competition. Cassandra wanted to write novels, but instead she’s stuck working for a gossip magazine. And just look at Jill with her worldwide celebrity! Though Cassandra’s sneakily discovered that little-miss-prissy Jill isn’t always as successful as she claims to be. Cassandra takes pride in being the one who brought Jill’s second book down by publishing her exposé on the “fact behind the fiction” of Jill’s real dating life. Now, suddenly, looky here! Jill’s getting married! Not once, but twice! First, to her childhood friend Brad, which smelled fishy enough. Next, to famed womanizer Hunter Delaney, which stinks to high heaven! If anyone smells a rat, Cassandra does, and she’s extra good at getting to the bottom of things. Thank goodness she’s tall, blond and leggy, and has a way of influencing sources. She’s also got the wardrobe for tackling any undercover operation. A fact that comes in handy when she meets a nerdy—yet increasingly attractive—private investigator engaged in the same mission.
THIS OR THAT
Boxers or briefs? Boxers
Coffee or Tea? Coffee
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? Tall, dark and handsome
Hairy chest or smooth? Hairy
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
Kinky or Sweet? Sweet
Fast or slow? Fast thinking with a Slow grin
Public or private? Are we talking schools, here? LOL.
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author Ginny Baird has published novels in print and online and received screenplay options from Hollywood for her family and romantic comedy scripts. She writes touching, often humorous, contemporary romance about single women facing everyday challenges. Known for featuring holidays and family themes in her work, Ginny frequently portrays the struggles of single parents or others who’ve given up on finding true love.
Ginny has two novella series, The Holiday Brides Series (holiday romance) and The Summer Grooms Series (summer romance), as well as additional single titles available. She is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women’s Fiction categories. Visit Ginny’s website http://www.ginnybairdromance.com to learn more about her and her books.
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Five Copies Of The Calendar Brides by Ginny Baird (ebook edition: choice of Mobi or ePub)
Release Date: August 5, 2013
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Pages / File Size: 234 pages
Source: book provided by publisher for review
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Paranormal, Suspense
A modern tale weaved with a fresh twist on werewolf legends, today’s forensics, betrayal, romance, and a dash of kick-ass.
Daciana is living a double life and it is about to catch up with her. She is a werewolf and she can never leave her pack and pack always comes first. They have already chosen a mate for her. Only thing is she is in love with a human named Connell. Connell is a cop and is getting suspicious about Daciana. He knows that she is hiding something. He has been burned before because his ex-wife lied to him and he can’t stand lies.
In this book Daciana is trying to find a potion that will turn her into a human so she can leave her pack and live with the man she loves. She wasn’t counting on a rogue wolf to start killing everyone that she knows. This story will leave you wonder what in the world is going on. It is very suspenseful and you can’t wait to get to the bottom of the secrets. Seems in this book you don’t know who you can and can’t trust.
I usually don’t read many books that have suspense in them. They have to really catch my eye or just have a blurb that I can’t pass. That is what happened with this book. I don’t regret reading this book. I was kept guessing until the end. It isn’t just finding out who is behind all the killings but can a man with a some baggage live through all the secrets of the woman he loves? That is something that I just had to find out.
I am wondering if there will be another book after this one, I really would love to see what goes on with these characters. Some things were left unanswered. This would make a wonderful series. The author sure knows how to write a very intriguing book that leaves you wanting more. I will be looking for more books by this author.
Reviewer: Crystal N.
Sergeant Alyssa Bloom knows what it means to stay in control, be alert to her surroundings. Staying mentally tough and keeping a level head is not so easy to do around the hot, young rookie she’s assigned to train.
Nate Wilshire has the best job in the world and the sexiest partner a guy could ask for. Alyssa might be showing him the ropes, but he has a few things he’d like to teach her. Unwilling to act on his desires and risk unprofessional conduct, he asks Madame Eve to find him someone to scratch the itch Alyssa can’t.
Needing some relief from the intense heat of her attraction to her subordinate, Alyssa agrees to a 1Night Stand. When her date is none other than her handsome partner, she has a decision to make— leave…or let her heart finally take control.
Nate waited at the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room and stared out across downtown San Diego. Tall skyscrapers soared around the city, their tops dusted with popping colors of green, blue, and red. Cars passed by in a blur, and with dusk only minutes past and the weekend kicking off, nightlife began to bloom along with his own anticipation.
He tucked his hands inside the charcoal dress pants and rocked back and forth in the uncomfortable black dress shoes. After spending days in his boots and uniform, the toes of the shoes pinched at his toes, and the soles unforgiving. He did not miss them. At all.
The door behind him clicked and a brush of air alerted him someone entered the room. He stilled, his heartbeat kicking out an erratic tempo in his throat, but he didn’t turn, instead watching a woman cross the threshold in the window’s reflection. She assessed the larger-than-normal hotel suite before her gaze settled on his back.
Perplexed, he tipped his head, recognizing her familiar features. She progressed with a lethal grace only a trained law enforcement officer would know, her steps purposeful, but silent, even in heels higher than he’d ever seen her in.
Standing to the side, she set her purse and a small black bag on a table, giving him her profile. A flash of deep red hair grabbed his attention. He sucked in a breath and pivoted in slow motion, refusing to allow hope to grow any more than it had, yet at the same time, fear sliced through. The one person he needed to get out of his system stood in the same room as he.
The night was about to go to hell.
Facing away from him, she took in the overwhelming luxury of the room. Desire slammed into him, he came to life with a kick against his fly.
D.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction.
She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.
After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters. Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense and Erotica.
Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.
She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers.
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