Six sit on the edge of your seat stories from some of suspenseful romances best-selling and award-winning authors…fall in love with dangerous men
Cooper’s Redemption by D’Ann Lindun
Disappear by Mary Martinez
Logan’s Redemption by Cara Marsi
Nightmare in the Woods by Sue Fineman
Protecting His Wolfe by Melissa Keir
Secret Past by Anna Sugg
Cooper’s Redemption by D’Ann Lindun
Elizabeth Adams has often dreamed of being a heroine in a western film, but her job as a florist in Los Angles is a far cry from cowgirl. Her mother travels to Colorado to sell her inherited ranch…and vanishes. When local law enforcement refuses to search, Elizabeth travels to Salt Lick to find her mother.
There is no proof JB Cooper murdered his neighbor, but the people of Salt Lick, Colorado, believe he killed the old man in a heated exchange over water rights. Lack of proof is the only thing keeping Cooper out of jail. When a woman goes missing and a homeless man is killed, he’s the first suspect.
Although everyone, including the local sheriff, advises Elizabeth not to trust Cooper, she instinctively knows he’s no killer. The cowboy reluctantly lets the city girl inside his tough outer layer. Can they find Elizabeth’s mother in time? Or will the dark eye of suspicion on Cooper tear them apart?
The afternoon flew by into evening as Elizabeth busied herself studying maps of the area. Her afternoon with Cooper had shown her how big of an area in which she had to search, and despair filled her heart. The job was too big. Elizabeth shivered. The fire had died down, and she got up to go add a log to it.
Maybe a window or door was open. She knew the front door had been locked when she came in. Maybe the back door was cracked.
It, too, was firmly shut. Puzzled, she checked each downstairs window. All were snugly closed. As she went upstairs, toward the room she slept in, the air grew colder. Slowly, she entered the bedroom. Every window pane had been fully raised. Cold air blew and flakes of snow covered the bed, the floor. Her own, peach-colored spread was covered by a solid inch of ice. A chill skittered down her spine, every pore seemed to constrict. Her feet felt leaden, then liquid. Her vision blurred.
Was there a stranger, a killer here? Hiding in a closet? Lurking? Waiting to do the same to her as he’d done to Lyle Pritchett?
With a muffled curse, Elizabeth slammed the windows shut and ran to the phone. With shaking fingers she dialed the sheriff’s office. “This is Elizabeth Adams . . . there’s been an intruder in my house. Someone’s been here.” She could scarcely get the words out, her tongue felt too big for her mouth. Stifling a sob, she managed, “Hurry. Please. Oh, please.”
“Is someone still there?” the deputy asked as calmly as if he were making a grocery list.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Try to stay calm, Ma’am. Someone will be right there.”
“Okay,” Elizabeth said on a shaky breath. It took her two tries to get the phone back on the receiver. Then, without thinking, she fled to the only person she could think of who would help.
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
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Disappear by Mary Martinez
After two years undercover as an FBI agent to infiltrate a crime organization and discover the identity of a hit man, Tyler Beckett’s cover is blown. Tyler’s new assignment is to protect the only witness who can identify the mysterious killer. If only he didn’t find her so attractive. Each day it becomes harder to keep his objective, especially since he knows the interest is mutual.
Keira Cavanaugh is the only witness to a hit ordered by a crime boss. The safe house is compromised and the same hit man shoots Tyler. Fearing Tyler is dead, Keira plans revenge on the crime organization. She must fake her own suicide in order to survive.
When Tyler discovers what Keira plans, he realizes he must stop her before he loses her for good.
Keira turned in her seat to look at Tyler. His jaw tight, eyes trained on the road. They’d been traveling together long enough she’d stopped seeing the similarities between his looks and the killer’s. Now all she noticed were the dissimilarities and ever since that turning point, she’d been fighting a battle of attraction herself. For him to just climb out of the car, then the next minute declare nothing had happened, really pissed her off.
Was that the only reason she was important to him, to catch Battista? Great he was the typical male, just trying to get in her panties. Now that he’d decided she was too important for that, he’d probably drop her at the safe house and go find a woman. That brought on a wave of jealousy so intense it shocked her. She’d never been a jealous person.
“Where are we going?” She realized she had no idea where the safe house was.
At least this was a much safer topic for her thoughts. Not watching him in her mind with some other woman locked in an embrace where she wanted to be. Jeez, she had it bad. Well she’d have to borrow a page from his book and pretend he didn’t matter. Should be easy, after all she’d just met him.
She jumped and brought her attention back, she’d forgotten about the question. “Are we staying in a hotel there?”
“No. A friend of mine has a place. It’s remote, in the Catskill mountains, where we won’t be bothered.”
Those words gave her pause. Not because of her attraction to him, but because they wouldn’t be close to help if needed.
“Anyone else know where this cabin is?”
“Only the owner and she won’t tell.”
She? That green monster rippled through her body again and she couldn’t hold back. “And she won’t mind you’re taking another woman there?”
She turned her attention to the road, and ridiculously blinking back tears. Out of the corner of her eye, saw him briefly turn his head and glare at her.
“She wants justice probably more than anyone.” He paused as if in thought.
She waited for him to continue, when he didn’t she couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Why?”
“She’s my cousin by marriage,” he said, and looked at her a little strange. “And the victim’s wife.”
Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and five wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. Mary’s youngest daughter had, the fifth granddaughter, beautiful Elizabella Grace on May 28! And that isn’t all the additions. Her son and his fiancé will be having a baby boy in November. That will make 11 grandchildren!
Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters.
They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.
Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.
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Logan’s Redemption from Cara Marsi
He broke her heart once. Can he save her life now?
Doriana Callahan’s life is unraveling. Someone is stalking her and sabotaging her father’s company; her teenage son is rebelling; and Logan Tanner is back in town. For sixteen years she’s kept an explosive secret from Logan, a secret he soon discovers.
Logan never belonged in Doriana’s world, but a long time ago he allowed himself to dream of a future with her, until the awful night he was forced to run. Now he’s back and he needs her forgiveness, but first he must forgive himself.
Despite the fact that Doriana kept the existence of his son from him, Logan vows to protect her. He races against time to stop the culprit threatening Doriana and works to forge a bond with his son. Can the love and passion that still burn between Doriana and Logan overcome old lies and new dangers? The clock is ticking on a second chance at love.
Logan was at her side in an instant. He grasped her shoulders. She winced at the anger in his eyes. The twinkling lights of the tree reflected on the golden stubble of his beard, mocking the tension that arced between them like an electrical current.
“I’m Josh’s father,” he rasped. “I’m not some stranger, here one day and gone the next.”
“Aren’t you?” She bit down on her lip. Hurt shattered the chiseled planes of Logan’s face. She glimpsed the vulnerable young boy he’d once been, the boy she’d fallen in love with. He released her as if he couldn’t bear to touch her. Her throat thickened with tears.
“So that’s it.” The quiet calmness of his voice damned her more than shouts. “I’ve never been more than a temporary diversion to you.”
“That’s not true,” she whispered. “I loved you. I ….” She stopped herself before she blurted that she loved him now.
“Do you really know what love is?” His gaze raked her. “You have no problem giving your body to me, but I’m not worth bothering with on any other level.”
Fury and pain pierced her like a carpenter’s awl. “How dare you talk to me like that?”
He released a breath. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.” Sadness creased his features. “I just want to be in my son’s life.”
“How do I know you’ll be around for him?”
“Trust me. Damn it, just trust me.”
Could she trust him? Maybe she should ask him to stay. What if he said no? Could she take that chance? Her insides shook. “I can’t.”
“You can’t trust me?” Steel hardened his voice.
She shook her head. “No, that’s not it.”
“Then what is it, Dorie?”
Words dried in her throat. He had to want her enough to never leave again.
Cara Marsi, an award-winning author and self-proclaimed TV junkie, is a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller. Freed from her fabric-covered cage, she can now indulge her love of all things romance. She craves books with happy endings and loves to write about independent heroines and the strong heroes who love them. And she loves to put her characters in dangerous situations or situations merely dangerous to their hearts and watch them fight for the happy endings they deserve.
An eclectic author, Cara is published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance. She’s also published numerous short romance stories in national women’s magazines and online. When not traveling or dreaming of traveling, Cara and her husband live on the East Coast in a house ruled by their fat black diva of a cat named Killer.
Nightmare in the Woods by Sue Fineman
In searching for a friend’s remote cabin in the Oregon woods, Tess Dunlap gets hopelessly lost. She stops at another cabin to ask for directions and steps into a living nightmare. The crazy man who lives there believes God sent Tess to him to be his wife, and he won’t let her leave. He forces her to watch violent movies with him and then emulates what he sees on the screen.
When the battered and bruised woman escapes and finds her way to John Paul Thornton’s cabin, he risks his life to get her to safety. He’s compassionate and funny and quickly becomes a good friend, the one person Tess feels she can rely on. Until she discovers what he does for a living.
John has some serious issues of his own to confront, but there’s a more urgent problem to deal with first. The crazy man hasn’t given up. He’s coming after Tess.
“Get your ass in here, Tess,” Larry called. “Bring me another beer.”
She took the can into the living room of the dingy cabin and tried to retreat to the kitchen, but Larry grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him on the sagging sofa. His fingers dug into her already bruised flesh, but she didn’t dare try to pull away.
“Watch the movie with me.”
“All right.” As if she had a choice.
The movie began and bloody images of a man beating and kicking another man filled the screen. She closed her eyes. Larry’s favorite movie sent cold terror skittering down her spine.
He grabbed her face and squeezed. “Open your eyes, dammit. Watch the movie.”
Her eyes snapped open and her heart pounded with terror. The last time Larry watched this movie, it incited him to beat her like the man on the screen beat his victim. She took a deep breath and tried to suck up her courage. She’d need it tonight.
“Larry, would you like me to make you some popcorn to go with your beer?”
She stood and he pinched her bottom, twisting his fingers to make it hurt more. As if she didn’t hurt enough already. Her eyes filled with tears from the stinging pain, but she didn’t cry out. If she did, he’d hurt her more.
She had to get out of here. Now. While she could still move. If she didn’t get away from Larry tonight, she’d die in this place.
Tess put the big iron skillet on the stove, turned the burner on high, and added oil and popcorn. As the popcorn sizzled, she poured oil all over the kitchen floor and backed toward the outside door, praying that the oil and flying popcorn would slow him down enough for her to get away.
She opened the door, slipped out, and closed it quietly behind her.
And ran for her life.
Sue Fineman lives in a small town in Washington state with her husband and a scruffy rescue dog. Her three grown children live in Denver, Seattle, and Los Angeles. She also has one adorable grandson and multiple grandpuppies and grandkittens. At one time she and her husband took in foster kids, but that was when they were younger and had more patience. These days her husband manages to try Sue’s patience on a daily basis, but after fifty-one years, she doesn’t want to start over training a new husband.
She’s been a secretary, technical writer, real estate agent, and foster mother to five children. Always an avid reader, she began writing in her mid-fifties, when she quit her day job. Sue has written over thirty books in the past twenty years.
Protecting His Wolfe from Melissa Keir
Betsie Wolfe is a small-town girl who leaves her cozy little life for a job in the big city, never expecting to become a witness to a murder or face vicious threats.
Detective Jonah Pigg is attracted to Betsie’s green eyes and small frame when he arrives on the scene of the murder.
When the threats begin, he takes her into his home under the protection of the three Piggs who own the Pigg Detective Agency. It will take all his detective work to keep her safe from the killer.
Passion has a way of igniting when people are under stressful situations, and lust leads Betsie and Jonah into each other’s arms. But is their relationship a matter of desire, or is it something more?
Late one October evening, after most of the staff had left, Betsie chose to get the last of the filing done before heading out, hoping to earn some bonus points from Miss Hildebrand, the imperious clerical supervisor at Anderson. After all, nobody waited at home for her.
She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes, glad to be free of the fashionable toe-pinchers after a long day. Grabbing the stack of papers, she walked over to the tall filing cabinet. She sniffed and sneezed. “Julie must have worn the whole bottle of Chanel this morning.” Her co-worker’s “more is better” perfume policy made their close quarters trying at times. Juggling the folders in one arm, she pushed the window open for fresh air then sat on the floor to sort the files. Perhaps Mrs. Hildebrand, the old dragon who ran the secretarial pool, would appreciate her efficiency and lay off her for once.
Few, if any, other staff members remained so late in the day. Only the soft hum of the fluorescent lights broke the quiet, and she was able to work quickly without all the interruptions of the business day.
As she finished alphabetizing A-L, harsh voices echoed from outside, startling her.
Who could that be? She crept closer to the window, but found it too high to see the people below. Perhaps she shouldn’t have stayed alone at night, no matter how it might benefit her career.
“Do you have the stuff?” The voice sounded familiar. She scrunched her eyes, trying to envision the person behind the sound.
“Yes, I do, but the drugs are hidden until you pay me twice the amount we agreed on.”
She held her breath and crouched behind the file cabinet, afraid to make a sound. Is that Mr. Anderson? Why is my boss talking about drugs?
“That’s not the way to do business. We agreed on a fee. I did the loading and driving. I had all the risk.” The rough voice took on a menacing tone with a rasp that sounded like he—and it was clearly a man— had smoked three packs of cigarettes a day for twenty years.
“But it’s my company and my name on those trucks, which means I’m taking the biggest risk if we get caught moving your drugs. So the amount is double.”
Betsie’s heart raced. She’d never known anyone who’d been involved in dirty business, and now she was working for one. I wish I hadn’t worked late. Her leg hurt from her cramped posture, and she rubbed her calf to try to ease the pain. Closing her eyes, she retraced in her mind the office layout and an escape route. Just in case.
Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America and EPIC. Melissa is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. She also believes in helping other authors and features authors and their books on her blog.
Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature “happy endings” and is often found plotting her next story.
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Secret Past from Anna Sugg
Sarah Shapiro searches through the ruins of her grandmother’s deteriorating farmhouse and discovers a metal box and a Tommy gun buried beneath the floorboards.
While trying to unravel the mystery of her grandmother’s secret past with the contents inside the box, Sarah take pleasure in the charming, flirtatious Morgan Mills, who helps her investigate the clues left behind by her grandmother. But it’s Clifford Ketchum the man with an attitude, who boils her blood and contradicts her emotional reactions with his nearness.
Danger closes in on her when the Tommy gun disappears, her soon to be ex-husband is killed, and how could she possibly fall in love with a deceiving contractor, who happens to have a wife.
Clippard Ketchum’s dark formidable eyes glared toward her. Her shaky fingers uncurled, releasing the tension on Drake’s leash. Instantly, the dog darted toward the man.
The intruder didn’t move.
Drakes lowed his approach. His snarling lips lifted exposing long white fangs. The guarded dog advanced toward the man in slow cautious steps.
She heard a plead somewhere in the soft tone of his voice. Returning his stare, her fingers tightened around the flashlight. Breathing in the humid night air, she studied his expression.
“Drake, sit,” Sarah commanded.
The dog obeyed, but never took his black, warning eyes away from his target.
“What are you doing here?” her unsteady voice demanded.
“Noticed car lights…you know it isn’t safe this time of night.” Between tight jaws, his angry tone lowered a bit. Ketchum stared down into the dog’s wary eyes. He didn’t budge nor did the dog.
Still leery, Sarah continued to shine the light in his face. She stepped toward him. “Get out of my way and quit stalking me,” she said bluntly.
When his irreproachable gaze pulled from the dog to her, she stiffened. On the defense, her nerve endings fueled her body. She pressed her lips together and moved forward.
Ketchum didn’t move.
She glared into his black eyes.
“Move,” her flat voice insisted as she pushed him against the doorframe.
He raised his hand as if to grab her. She jerked back letting protective instincts take over, pumping adrenaline. Whirling, she threw her leg up and landed a foot in his gut.
Drake charged. Between ferocious growls and barks, he nipped at the enemy’s ankle.
Anna Sugg/Judy Baker lives in the beautiful western state of Utah. Though she’s a southerner at heart, she loves the surrounding mountains and the desert valleys. She and her husband enjoy their home with a spoiled ninety-pound Airedale. When not writing the stories that fill her head, she enjoys camping with her family, stargazing through one of her many telescopes, digging in her wildflower garden, and golfing, or just swinging on the patio while plotting her next story.