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EXCERPT REVEAL for A Fool For You by Katee Robert

It’s just a belated goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.


Foolproof Love #3
Katee Robert
Releasing Oct 3rd, 2016
Entangled: Brazen


It’s been
thirteen years since Hope Moore left Devil’s Falls, land of sexy cowboys and
bad memories. Back for the weekend, she has no intention of seeing the man she
never got over…or the two of them getting down and dirty. It’s just a belated
goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.

Until six weeks later, when her pregnancy test comes back positive…

Daniel Rodriguez hasn’t forgiven himself for how things went down with Hope all
those years ago. He knows she’s better off without him, but when she shows up
on his doorstep, panicking because she’s pregnant with his baby, he can’t help
seeing it as a chance to make up for the past.

Too bad Hope has no intention of going along with his plans.

 Chapter One
Hope Moore held her breath as she passed the sign declaring Welcome to Devil’s Falls. She hadn’t
crossed the town boundary in thirteen years, not since she sat next to an open
grave as they lowered her brother into the ground. Not since she turned her
back on her entire life here, whisked away by her parents to the best medical
facilities Texas had to offer.
She touched her
knee. She’d never cheered again, never run track, never done any of the things
she’d had planned when she was eighteen and had graduated high school with
stars in her eyes.
Stars in her eyes,
and love in her heart.
Neither had lasted
past that car crash.
Oh, it had taken the
love a lot longer to die than it had her knee, but Daniel Rodriguez made sure
she knew where she stood with him.
She caught herself
taking her foot off the gas and picked up speed again. There was no telling if
she’d see him while she was here, but it couldn’t matter. She’d moved past what
happened that night, moved past the disappointment that she’d almost let sour
everything else about her life. It might not have happened like she planned,
but she’d made the best of her college experience, and she’d gone on to create
a successful little niche for herself, helping people and institutions with too
much money on their hands create trusts and scholarships for those in need.
And now Hope was back
in town to finally do that in her brother’s memory.
She pulled onto Main
Street, heading for the only lodgings someone out of town with no relatives to
stay with would consider—Sara Jane’s B&B. It was a nice little place, but
Sara Jane was nosy to a criminal degree and gossiped more than anyone Hope had
ever come across. The second she checked in and went up to her room, everyone
with a phone would be getting a call letting them know that she was back in
It wasn’t that it
was a secret, but she couldn’t help but feel that she’d always be John Moore’s
little sister, the one who survived when her older brother—her better in a lot
of ways—didn’t. She knew that was her own insecurity. She’d had too many
years of therapy to believe anything else, except in her darkest heart of
hearts, the place she didn’t let see the light any more than strictly
But it was hard to
ignore that little voice when driving through Devil’s Falls. No, not through.
This was her destination.
Her parents hadn’t
been too thrilled about her coming back, even for a limited time, but even they
couldn’t deny that this scholarship she was here to set up was a good thing—the
right way to honor John. He’d been in the middle of a full ride at the
University of Texas when he was killed, and it made sense to set it up to allow
other kids the opportunity he’d never be able to realize.
She pressed a hand
to her chest and pulled into the nearest parking spot against the curb. God,
even after all this time, it still hurts.
Most days it didn’t. He’d been
gone long enough that she’d processed her grief as much as one person could
process grief, and she was able to focus on the good memories.
Most days.
Her eyes focused on
the sign she’d been staring blindly at, and she frowned. Cups and Kittens. That was new. In a
town as mired in the past as Devil’s Falls, change was something of a novelty.
Or maybe she was biased in a negative way, because the only thing this town
held for her was memories. Some bad, mostly good, all dust now.
grateful for something external to focus on, she climbed out of her car and
looked at the cheery window painting depicting kittens frolicking in between
The B&B could
wait a little while longer. Her meeting with the town board wasn’t until tomorrow,
so there was no reason she couldn’t do a little poking around in the meantime.
Thirteen years was a long time. If anyone had asked her, she would have joked
that she hadn’t expected anything about Devil’s Falls to change while she was
Apparently she’d
been wrong.
She pushed through
the door and froze in the face of a pair of cats staring at her from their
perch on a table overlooking the big window in the front. The sight surprised a
laugh out of her. “Cups and Kittens, indeed.”
“In the most literal
She glanced over at
the woman behind the counter, a third cat lounging near the register.
Familiarity rolled over Hope. “Jules Rodriguez.” Daniel’s little cousin. Not so
little anymore. Last time she’d seen Jules, the girl had been lanky to an
almost awkward degree and had braces with bright green bands. She’d grown up
pretty, and there was more of Daniel about her now than there had been when she
was a kid.
Or maybe I’m just
back in Devil’s Falls and seeing Daniel wherever I look.
Jules’s dark eyes
cleared. “Hope? What are you doing back in town?” She hesitated. “I don’t
suppose you’re here to sweep my brooding cousin off his feet and shove him back
into real life?”
Her mind tripped
over itself trying to keep up with the other woman’s verbal gymnastics. Jules
had always been like that, now that she thought about it—a bright and bubbly
steamroller. She tried to weed her way through what the woman had just said,
but there was only one thing she could focus on. Daniel. Always Daniel. “What
do you mean, back into real life?”
“Well, you know.”
No, she really
didn’t. She studied Jules’s face, the way she wouldn’t quite meet her eyes. “Is
he okay?” She hadn’t missed the way Quinn Baldwyn had frozen up when she’d
asked that same question a few weeks ago at his sister’s wedding, and worry had
been simmering in the back of her mind ever since, no matter how many times she
told herself it wasn’t any of her business. Daniel was a grown man, and he had
always been more than capable of taking care of himself—and everyone else
around him. Things changed, but she couldn’t see that changing.
Jules shifted, her
hand darting out to pet the calico on the counter and then darting away when
the cat swiped at her. “Define okay.”
It was none of her
business. It stopped being her business a very long time ago.
But that didn’t stop
her from clearing her throat and asking, “Is he…is he married?” Did he build
the house we always talked about and have those two wild boys and one sweet
girl? Does he bring his wife waffles for breakfast in bed on the weekends?
Oh my God, stop.
But Jules was
already shaking her head, her mouth turning down. “Nope. No wife, no kids, no
serious relationship in, well, thirteen years.”
Hope blinked.
“You’re joking.”
“I wish I was.” A
calculating look came into her eyes, but then she shook herself and it was all
guileless enthusiasm. “What are you doing for dinner?” She rushed on without
waiting for a response. “We’re having a little thing with Quinn and my friend
Aubry, and, well, I kind of went and married Adam Meyers.”
Some things really do change. She remembered Adam, the wild-eyed boy who’d
grown into a wild-eyed man, better than she remembered Jules. No one had
expected him to come back to Devil’s Falls after he blew out of town that last
time, let alone to settle here and…get married. “Wow. What’s Daniel have to say
about that?”
“He was best man at
our wedding.” Jules laughed. “Though he was pretty furious at the beginning.
Here, sit down. You look like you could use a coffee, and I’ll tell you the
story since we’re generally pretty dead Thursday nights. Then I’ll close up and
we can go to dinner. The boys will love to see you. Quinn was just talking
about you the other day.”
Hope wasn’t sure she
actually agreed to any of it, but the next thing she knew, she was drinking
coffee while a cat curled up in her lap and listening to Jules’s wild tale
about a fake relationship that turned into a real relationship. Somehow in the
middle of that, she was bundled up into Jules’s truck, and by then it was too
late to change her mind.
She settled into her
seat, consoling herself with the fact that Jules had very specifically not
mentioned Daniel’s name. There was no reason to think he’d be there, but it would
be nice to reconnect with some of her old friends. As much as it had hurt when
things went south with Daniel, knowing that she’d lost Quinn and Adam, too, had
just been salt in the wound. She’d chased them around since she could toddle
after her big brother and his friends, and they’d turned into true friends over
the years. She understood why they hadn’t reached out, but she wasn’t going to
turn down a chance to catch up with them.
It would probably be
the only nice thing about being back in Devil’s Falls.
“Not interested.”
“You haven’t even
heard what I’m asking.”
“Don’t need to.”
Daniel Rodriguez leaned down and unbuckled Rita’s saddle and hefted it off the
horse’s back. They’d had a good run today, the hot sun making it impossible to
think too hard about anything other than whether a human being could roast
alive in Texas in August. He hadn’t yet, so that put the odds ever so slightly
in his favor.
All he wanted was to
finish here and head back to his place for a cold shower and an even colder
It would just
fucking figure that the universe had other ideas. He glanced up, but Aubry
Kaiser hadn’t moved. In fact, with her arms crossed over her chest and her chin
up, all signs pointed to this adding up to an argument he couldn’t possibly
Damn it.
She frowned harder.
“It’s your birthday. You can’t just sit at home by yourself.”
“Since it’s my
birthday, this is the one day a year I should be able to do exactly that
with no one bitching at me.” He regretted the harsh words almost as soon as
they were out of his mouth, but Aubry wasn’t like his little cousin. She was
meaner than a rattler and twice as likely to bite.
She narrowed her
amber eyes at him. “Your cousin misses you.”
That explained why
she was out here when he knew for a fact she thought horses were akin to
goats—as in, the devil’s own creatures. Hell, she was giving poor Rita a
suspicious look even while guilt-tripping him using the one person in his life
he couldn’t say no to.
Which doesn’t
explain why Jules herself isn’t here.
“She sees me on a
regular basis.”
“This is your
birthday.” Aubry sighed and rolled her eyes, looking put-upon. “Look, it goes
like this—Jules has worked really hard to put together a surprise birthday
party for you, and if you don’t show up to be surprised, she’s going to be
He stared. “I don’t
want a surprise birthday party.” The fact that it was no longer a surprise said
a whole lot about Aubry’s priorities, and he couldn’t blame her for that.
“Look at my face.
This is the face of a woman who doesn’t give two fucks what you care about.
What I care about is Jules, and that means you’re going to go shower off
the smell of that animal and show up at their house in an hour, right on time.”
She paused, her brows slanting down in an expression that was downright
forbidding. “You helped me out not too long ago, so I’m going to do you a solid
and give you the lowdown. Ready?”
Fuck, no. “Sure.”
“Jules is worried
about you. Really worried. If you don’t show up tonight, she’s going to take
that as a sign to go forward with plan B.”
He knew he was going
to regret it, but he still asked, “What’s plan B?”
Aubry gave a tight
smile. “A full-scale intervention with everyone in your life, including your
parents. The kind where they sit you down in a circle and each speak their mind
in the most uncomfortable way possible until you’re ready to beg the ground to
swallow you whole.” Her smile dimmed. “She’s worried about you, Daniel.”
Everyone seemed
worried about him, though they usually did him the courtesy of at least trying
to hide the looks exchanged when they thought he wasn’t looking. The whispered
conversations with his various cousins and his parents. The never-ending work
that was only there because they were throwing him a goddamn bone. It didn’t
seem to matter that he hadn’t done anything requiring an intervention. He’d
just stopped enjoying the company of people, mostly because he was such shitty
company these days. But try telling that to the family, and they acted like he
had just confessed to being an ax murderer.
At least Jules had
mostly stayed out of it. Up until today.
grabbed the curry brush and went over Rita’s back. Aubry was right. Showing up
to a party he didn’t want on a day he sure as fuck didn’t feel like celebrating
was vastly preferable to the alternative. “Explain to me what the plan is.”
She gave a grin that
did nothing to reassure him. “Dinner and drinks. It’ll be nice. Adam and Quinn
miss you.”
“I see those
assholes every day.” Kind of hard not to when they worked the ranch alongside
him. It felt right to have Adam back, to have Quinn there, but at the same time
it was a constant reminder that they were a man short.
And it was his
“It’s different and
you know it,” Aubry continued, obviously enjoying how miserable he was. She’d
always been a mean one, which never failed to amuse him because Jules was her
polar opposite—as bright and happy as a spring day. Rita shifted in her stall,
and Aubry went even paler than she was normally. “Dinner starts at six. Don’t
be late.” Then she was gone, moving at a clip fast enough that a less cautious
man than Daniel would call it running.
He waited a good
five minutes before he followed, hauling the saddle into the tack room and
sorting out the bridle. He didn’t begrudge Quinn his happiness—or Adam, for
that matter—but sometimes it sure as fuck was hard to be around them and their
women. The fact that one of those women was his little cousin barely entered
into it.
He headed for his
truck and took the pitted dirt road leading around the edge of his parents’
property to the little house he’d built a few years ago. It wasn’t anything
fancy, but it got the job done, and it was far enough outside town that most
people thought twice before stopping by unannounced.
Most people not
including his family.
The shower did
nothing to ward off the feeling of pending doom. It wasn’t that he didn’t like
Jules or Adam or Quinn or whoever the fuck else was going to be at this damn
party, but he wasn’t in the partying sort of mood. Truth be told, he hadn’t
been in that mood for over a decade. It was almost enough to make him call the
whole thing off, but the knowledge that Jules would have no problem bringing
the party to him got him moving again. Not to mention the potential intervention
he needed like he needed a hole in the head.
At least if he went
there, he could hang out for the appropriate amount of time, make his excuses,
and slip out while everyone else was occupied. Two hours, tops.
significantly better, he pulled on a pair of his favorite old jeans and a
T-shirt and grabbed his keys. It struck him as he walked out the door that he
was thirty-fucking-four years old. How the hell did that happen? He
shook his head. He knew damn well how that happened. One day turned into a
week, a month, a year, a decade. All while he kept on keeping, the world
changing around him, but never changing enough.
He glanced at his
watch. “Two hours starts when I get there.”


New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee
learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance
novels at age twelve and they changed her life. When not writing sexy
contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary games
with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and
planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.


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Special Guest ~ International Best-selling author Stacy Eaton

I’m so excited about our special guest today! Please help me welcome author Stacy Eaton to the blog. She’s sharing a very important guest post that will make you smile, laugh, grimace and hopefully schedule a mammo if you are due for one and have been putting it off. This is a subject near and dear to me because my sister is a mammographer, and I also work at a hospital where one of my tasks is scheduling those all important mamms. And I’ve had some great conversations with several of the women I’ve scheduled. There’s something about a mamm that brings us ladies together…hmmm, dare I say sisterhood of the dreaded boob smash? lol

Stacy is also sharing her latest release Six Days of Memories! I absolutely love the cover, but if you check out Stacy’s other books you’ll see that all her covers are incredible. And there is one quote in particular from Jay that Stacy listed in her favorite quotes that sold me on this book. Yep, I just bought my copy!

Congrats on your latest Stacy…and take it away…


Talking about the Dreaded Boob check!

Christine – thank you so much for having me here today! I’m excited to be visiting and share my guest post today!

Ladies – we all have them, or have had them at one time in our lives. They are called breasts. Often called one of the following: Tits, ta ta’s, melons, twins, mountains or mole hills, boobs, the oingo bongo twins, hooters, the girls, fun bags, pillow, lovelies or bosom.

No matter what you call them, having them can be a pain in the, well for lack of a better word, tit. If you have reached the age of 35, chances are your doctor has passed along a medical order for you to go get your baseline mammogram. I know that I had heard stories about how horrible it was from older woman, but I think when I turned 35 and got that order, I was almost excited. Not excited to have the test, but to know that I had reached that age where I was considered a woman and needed to keep track of what was going on in my body. Of course, once I had the first mammogram, I dreaded turning 40 and having to get another one.

Now at 45, I have had several of them and I wanted to share a story about my latest one. Those of you who have had them, will feel my pain, and those of you who haven’t will laugh. Well, you’ll laugh until you have to have your own, then you’ll fall into the other category!

So, I missed last years mammo. I know, My Bad. I know better, I really do. Over the last two years, I can think of at least five women I personally know who were diagnosed with breast cancer. But after having a few of them, the thought of purposely going in so they could physically hurt me was not something I looked forward too. Actually, doing a re-certification with the Taser at the police department I work for would have been more fun. But I finally made the appointment and went.

My appointment was early. I was the first person of the day, 7:00 am. I’m bright and chipper and ready to get the squashing over so I can get to work. I remembered not to wear deodorant, and had slipped it into my purse to put on afterwards. I changed into that pretty pink gown they give you and headed off to the exam room.

My technician was a nice older woman. It was obvious that she was good at her job and took away the last minute unease I was feeling with having the test. She chatted while she got things ready and by the time I had to slip my arm out of my gown and she started the process I was relaxed and ready to get it over with.

What a difference there is when you have a man grasping your boob in a sexual way, compared to the clinical plopping of the fatty flesh onto the cold platform of the mammogram machine. A chill goes up my spin at the temperature difference of being close to my body, to being pulled straight out and dropped down with a thud. (Yes, I have big boobs)

Do me a favor, the next time you hear a man complain about having to go to the doctor and have his balls fondled while he turns his head an coughs, smack him upside the head. Yeah, that might be uncomfortable for what, 5 seconds? They have no clue!

So the technician is pulling and stretching and contorting my body. Put your arm here, grasp that, roll your shoulders, step closer, turn your head, bend your knees and you are getting up close and personal with a large standing piece of metal and plastic. Then… oh God! Then she says, now don’t move and the clear plastic clamps come down. Okay, uncomfortable. She tugs at the tissues and pulls it further in. It clamps harder, and I wince. She pulls the nipple straight out and pushes and prods the breast tissue so it all fits under the clear tray. I think by the way she is pulling me that she has part of my ribs and lung under there too. That has to be the reason why when she clamps it down again, I can’t breathe.

Thank God my knees are bent, or they would have buckled. “Just a little bit more.” She says and pulls my now squashed mass of flesh tighter. I glance down. My boobs which are borderline D-E cups can’t be more than 1 ½” thick. My forehead breaks out in sweat, my breathing is shallow. It clamps again and I want to pass out. “Okay, now just hold right there.”

WHAT? Where am I supposed to go? Even if the floor fell out from underneath me, my right boob is so far squashed under the plexiglass that my feet would be dangling in mid air. So, she steps away, my hand is gripping the handle so freaking hard it is cramping. I’m breathing through my teeth in pants. I want to freaking scream, cry! Get my firearm out and shoot myself to end the pain! “Okay, hold your breath.” I clamp my eyes shut trying to shut out the pain, the noise of the machine moving, the string of fowl words reading to take possession of my mouth and hold my breath.

Relief like you have never imagined explodes over you as the machine automatically releases you for its confines. I cradle my poor boob to my chest with both hands, saying tender words of love to it while in the back of my mind I’m wondering if I will ever let my husband touch it again. I think it is bruised for life.

Guess what? Time for the second one. Wow, did I really make this appointment myself? I wasn’t held at gun point and dragged in here? Nope, this is important I tell myself. This helps prevent breast cancer. Fine, I’ll suck it up and allow her to abuse my second boob.

The process is the same. Same pain, same can’t breathe, can barely stand feeling and then I am free. I flee the room! Run back to the changing room and put on my deodorant and pull on my shirt. She’s waiting for me. “Your doctor will call you in two days with the results.” She smiles and walks away.

I’m outta there! Free for another year! Thank you God! I climb into my car and head off to work. My boobs are aching and tender. I kept hugging them to my chest in hopes that will help. When I get to work, I’m standing in my office hugging myself. I still freaking hurt! I take some Tylenol and an hour later, the pain is gone.

When I get home that night I have a message on my machine. “Hello Stacy, It’s the Radiology department, we need you to call us back.” Really? You leave that message on my home phone? You have my cell number! Why didn’t you call that? Now I have to try and sleep and wait until morning to call.

The next morning, I’m tired and cranky. I make the call and guess what… they need me to come back for more torture because there were some areas of concern.

Great – I am just getting over the mental anguish of the first one and now I’m going back for more.

But it’s worth it!

If I go back and they say I have something that needs to be further checked, it’s worth the pain. My life is worth the two hours of discomfort. My family is worth it. Every woman out there is worth it! Don’t put off your mammogram! Even though they suck! Get it done! It could save your life!

A few days later I went back for more tests, luckily it was a cyst in one breast and dense tissue in the other. While we might hate to have this one – it’s important to do so – and now I feel so much better having made the appointment.



Detective Natasha Foster will put her job on the line to prove her gut feeling is dead on.

When Detective Foster responds to the scene of a crash, she finds the female passenger dead, a bag full of money in the back seat and a body in the trunk. It is only when the driver, whom she nicknames Jay, wakes up with no memory that she must go with her instincts and continue the investigation in a way that was never taught.

Jay finds himself lost, but drawn to the beautiful detective who steps above and beyond the call of duty. His need to know if he was a victim or the criminal pushes him to try and recall what happened and who he is. With the pull of a trigger, Jay’s memory will suddenly return and with it, the terrible truth.

Excerpt – Chapter 7 – Jay

Normal people wake up with random thoughts filling their mind; little remnants of things they did the previous day or a list of stuff that was on their agenda for the day. Not for me, though.

I woke up slowly, as if I was fighting to get above a heavy cloud. My mind was sluggish, dark, and for the most part empty. The only thing that raced through my brainwaves was the fact that I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me.

I heard a beep and a female voice in my room say, “He’s waking up.”

Another voice spoke from right beside me, as if they were only inches from my head. “Okay, I’ll be right in.”

Right in where? You’re right next to my head! I tried to turn and see where the voice came from, but pain radiated through my neck so I stopped. I reached up to touch my neck and wondered why my hands felt so heavy. I blinked and realized I had something attached to one of my fingers. I blinked again. Where the hell am I?

“Hello, there?” the first woman said. She was wearing dark gray medical scrubs and had an ID hanging around her neck. The name printed in large letters was Julie.

I swallowed twice before I tried to speak. “Hello.”

Before the woman could say anything further, another woman in dark blue scrubs hustled into the room and directly toward me.

“Well, hello there, sir. Nice to have you back with us.” She smiled and glanced at the monitor near my head.

“Where am I?” I croaked through a dry throat, and tried to wet my lips with my sandpaper tongue.

“You’re in Fairview Memorial Hospital. Do you remember what happened to you?” The nurse drew her attention back to me as I tried to shake my head and winced. “Don’t try to move your neck. You have some minor swelling in your spine. The collar you are wearing will help give you support and limit your movements until the swelling goes down and we know if there is any damage. How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” I rasped. “Can I have some water?”

“I’ll let you have a few sips, but you need to be careful. You were in a car accident and have been unconscious for a while.” She stepped away and I heard the click of fingers on a keyboard. There must be a computer behind me, I thought.

She returned to my side. “Can you tell me your name?”

I stared into her face. She was probably around forty and her brown eyes were intent on mine. My name? “Um…” I searched my dark mind. What the hell is my name? I had no clue.

She put her hand on my arm. “Calm down, it can be very confusing when you wake up after an accident. Do you not remember your name?” I saw her glance up at a monitor. I didn’t have to look to know my heart was racing. I could feel it thudding in my chest.

“No, I can’t remember it,” I stated.

“What about where you live?” she asked slowly, turning her attention back to me.

“Don’t know.”

“Is there anything you can tell me about yourself?” she questioned.

“I’m in a hospital.” I heard her chuckle.

“Okay, why don’t you rest for a little while? I’m going to let the doctor know you’re awake. I’m sure it will all come back to you soon.”

“Do you know what my name is?”

She stared into my eyes. “Nope, I was hoping you could tell me.” She patted my arm, allowed me to take a long sip of water from a straw, and then turned and left the room.

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Favorite Quotes from Jay:
“I have thirty five years of memories, and yet the only ones I want to think about are the six days I was with you.”
“I’m sorry, you said no more of this, but I can’t. I just can’t leave you without one more.”
“Don’t you close those beautiful eyes from me! Don’t shut me out, Tasha.”



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Stacy is a full-time police officer who enjoys crime scene investigation above all else, taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. Stacy is also currently serving on the board of directors for her local domestic violence center. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.




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Special guest Peggy Bird and her latest release ~Sparked By Love~ with giveaway

Please help me welcome a very interesting lady and author to the blog today! Peggy Bird has not only written a wonderful guest blog I think you’ll enjoy, but her book Sparked By Love sounds terrific.

And if that weren’t enough she’s also offering up a giveaway.

So, after you read her post and check out her book, don’t forget to enter her giveaway 🙂

Take it away Peggy…


The Romance of Food

I write a weekly blog for my local newspaper called “A Loaf of Bread, a Glass of Wine and Candles.” It’s about the sensuous combination of food and romance. It’s fun to do the research because it turns out, there are more books written about aphrodisiacs than I could ever have imagined.

Most of us know about the reputation of oysters. They score high on the A-for-aphrodisiac list because of their resemblance to both male and female reproductive parts and because of their smell and salty taste. And there’s chocolate, with its chemicals that release endorphins, causing sensations of pleasure and mimicking the feeling of falling in love.

They are not the only foods, however, with slightly shady reputations. Tomatoes, or love apples, as they were called when they were first brought to Europe from the New World, were thought to be dangerous. Must have been the passionate red color, which many cultures associated with death. Or maybe because they are a member of the same family as the deadly nightshade. Or because they are so…ah…fruitful.

Then there’s asparagus. Yes, my favorite of all spring veggies was once forbidden to the nuns in medieval Europe because it was thought the shape would be too arousing. Same with bananas in ancient Hawaiian cultures. Women couldn’t just peel and eat them.

Even if I don’t believe that specific foods are arousing, I do believe that cooking and eating with someone you care for is very, very sexy. I love a man who cooks for a woman so my heroes often have skills in the kitchen as well as in other rooms in the house.

But in my latest book, “Sparked By Love,” it’s the heroine, Shannon Morgan, who cooks dinner for the hero, Leo Wilson. She’s invited him to stay the weekend for the first time and is nervous about being so bold. So she throws herself into cooking a meal she and her best friend dream up during a quick lunch hour trip to Victoria’s Secret for the lingerie to go with the romantic dinner.

What did she make? Cioppino, which contains sexy seafood, tangy tomatoes and a few spices to, well, to spice up the evening. A little salad, brownies—chocolate is always part of a romantic dinner in my books—and Shannon was ready for Leo.

Now, your turn. What romantic dinner would you make for Leo if you’d been Shannon? Leave me a menu in the comments. I’m always looking for new ideas for my next blog post!


Some fussy artist is making Shannon Morgan’s job with the city of Vancouver, Washington harder than it should be. She’s organizing the huge annual Independence Day celebration and he’s being impossible. But then, he’s like a couple other men she’s known—her mostly absent father and her disappearing ex-boyfriend, for example.

All Leo Wilson wants is an okay for his plans to install glass fireworks at Fort Vancouver on the Fourth of July. With thousands of people there to see his work, it could be his big career break. If the crabby bureaucrat will get him the permits he needs.

When Leo confronts the cause of his trouble in person he’s surprised to find a beautiful young woman. Shannon is equally surprised at meeting a sweet, sexy man. Dinner, a movie and a few torrid kisses take it from spark to flame.

But then the father she’s always wanted as part of her life reappears, accompanied by her ex-boyfriend. Shannon has to decide how far she’s willing to go to have her father around. And find out why he’s with her ex.

If she makes the right decisions, she and Leo will create fireworks that rival the pyrotechnics that light up the sky on July Fourth. Privately.


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SPECIAL GUEST ~ Andrew P Weston author of Kiss of the Succubus ~ with giveaway

Please help me welcome special guest Andrew P Weston. He has a new release out titled Kiss of the Succubus. This is a Paranormal Fantasy which promises to be a wonderful read. I love the cover, and the blurb and excerpt draw you right in.

But before we get settled in with learning about Andrew’s latest book, why don’t we learn a little more about Andrew himself. I think you’ll enjoy his guest post as much as I did.

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Take it away Andrew…


The Value Of A Good Routine

These past few weeks have proven to me the value of having an established writing routine.
As some of you will be aware, I live on the Greek island of Kos, a place governed by the summer sun. Once the holiday season has started, that’s it, its work every day from the end of April until the beginning of November…with no time off for good behavior. (Literally). If, like me, you are an author who still has to write in their spare time, you’ll appreciate what a pain this can be when you’re trying to keep up with a regular writing schedule.
Fortunately, I’m a disciplined, focused, and motivated kinda guy, and because of my background, manage to adhere to a pretty good timetable.
However – as we all know – no matter how well you prepare, life can still find a way to interfere with those precious creative moments. As I found out recently.
My wife and I love cats. We think they make great little companions, and over the years, have adopted quite a few little friends who have become great additions to our family. Sadly, only a few weeks ago, we lost two in as many days.
The first, Tiggy, a little one-eyed wonder we found after having been shot in the face by locals, was killed by a moron who swerved off-road to get him, and the second, Tia, succumbed to kidney failure after repeated misdiagnosis by a vet. My wife was distraught.
After a week or so, we decided a couple of little new friends would help us move on. I’d been feeding another pair of strays during the winter, (Barnaby and Bertie – brother’s to Tiggy from a later litter), and brought them home. Their arrival helped ease the pain of loss…until…Barnaby chewed his way through a screen door to escape after being with us for less than twenty-four hours.
We live in the countryside, and the joy of searching for him, only to end up falling down a cliff, then being bitten by spiders, and stung by scorpions, whilst bleeding and injured was a frustrating nightmare, and something I try to avoid.
Thankfully, Barnaby came home by himself the next day. (And after a few stitches, shots, and antibiotics, I’m on the mend myself).
So, you might be wondering…What’s the point of telling you all this?
Well, you can only imagine the way these recent disruptions impacted on my precious schedule. So much was happening that I simply didn’t have the time or inclination to write. As authors, I’m sure you can appreciate how frustrating this can be.
But do you know what? Habit kicked in.
The dictionary defines habit as:
1. A tendency or disposition to act in a particular way.
2. An established custom, usual practice, particular way.
3. A learned behavioral response to a particular situation.

Ever since I started to write seriously, I ensured to educate myself into a routine. Just as I would get up, go to work, and arrange my day around whatever shift I happened to be working, I did exactly the same with the time left to me.
By setting aside regular hours each day, and preparing for them with my latest story in mind, I found I could generate a satisfying amount of quality work from the reduced amount of time left to me. I suppose you could say, I ensured not to waste a single second.
(For example, although at work, I spend my meal breaks thinking of plot points, development twists, and so forth. I make notes. When I get home, I incorporate them into my novel.)
So, when the latest disruption hit us, my natural tendency or disposition was to make sure I didn’t waste the odd occasions here and there that I had to myself. No, I couldn’t write. But I could grab a few minutes to do some research. Make notes within the manuscript. Add ideas. Then, when I got back to my desk, I didn’t have to come in cold.
Think of it as going out to a car that has been sat in the garage for a year or two. Neglect it, and when you try to start it after many months, is it any wonder that you find the battery is dead? But, if you fire up the engine from time to time, let it tick over, keeps things warm. Running. Then it will be ready to respond when you need it.
We are all creatures of habit. We all know how hard a bad habit can be to break. The same can be said of the good ones. Because I’d applied myself over the last four years or so to building and established custom of acting in a certain way, even when disaster struck, my writing didn’t suffer.
The same can be said for you.
Are you teaching yourself a behavioral response when it comes to your writing? Are you making it an established custom to devote a portion of each day to your creativity? So much so that your natural disposition leans toward progress?
Carrying a notebook will help. That way, no matter where you are, when ideas come, you can do something positive with them. That will stimulate you to follow those thoughts through. Trust me. It’ll become a habit you’ll be glad you developed.
In my case, it’s helped build two great storylines, The Guardian Series and Cambion Journals, and allowed me to turn ideas into reality.
A good routine will do exactly the same for you too…no matter what comes your way.

All the best in your writing…Andrew


Having survived the double-cross planned by Samael, the demon king, and Fanon, his own spawn-father, Augustus Thorne is trying to come to terms with his lot in life. Both Fanon and Agamemnon, the king’s assassin, lay dead. And good riddance! But the only woman Augustus has ever loved in his long and lonely life is gone–driven away by the very real dangers his lifestyle brings. However, Augustus doesn’t have the luxury of dwelling on what might have been. An insidious new threat has emerged, one that exposes humanity to a danger, the likes of which they have never faced before. Surprisingly, Augustus discovers he doesn’t have to face this threat alone. Quite by chance, he stumbles upon a mysterious woman. Someone who appears to be the only other Cambion he has ever met.  Has he found a true soul mate at last? Or is she too good to be true? Are other players involved who would still like to see Augustus Thorne dead? If so, what’s the connection? Find out for yourselves as the story continues in: The Cambion Journals – Kiss of the Succubus.


A background thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum, pervaded the tranquil serenity of her thoughts. A muffled throb that somehow coaxed her along the current of sublime melodic reverie that was her entire world. Everything was as it should be. She was safely cocooned within a web-like tracery of scarlet and rose warmth, and her senses were soothed by the rhythm to the point of rapture. She had changed. Of that there was no doubt. The disconcerting other within her heart was making its presence felt. And yet, the metamorphosis it had generated caused no discomfort. No anxiety intruded upon her perfect existence. Thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum. Something encroached at the very limit of discernment—static noise, a sharpening of mental focus. Awareness impinged, and her head swarmed to the echo of a thousand whispers on the edge of perception as she blinked her eyes open. At first, her sight refused to cooperate, and it took a moment before the liquid silver of her vision cleared. Lucidity, the likes of which she had never before witnessed in thousands of years of existence, struck her with a hammer blow. A darkened chamber illuminated only by a handful of Bale-Lights greeted her. Plain walls welcomed her return to coherent thought, their clinical frigidity a stark contrast to the bank of high-tech medical equipment surrounding the single bed upon which she lay. That unfamiliar sound intruded again. Thum-thum, thum-thum, thum-thum. What the . . . ? “Are you all right?” a disembodied voice asked. “I . . . I think so. . . .” Her thoughts turned inward, scrutinizing the presence within her. “Are you in pain?” “No, not at all. It was just . . . different than what I expected . . . than what I’m used to.” Turning, she recognized the source of the questioner. “Lamia?” “Welcome back, Mahlat-essa. How have the last three and a half months been?” Mahlat-essa felt her breast and the newfangled steady rhythm that beat incessantly within her. “I feel . . . different.” “That’s the effect of the Bloodstone. Is it freaking you out?” Lamia placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “No, it’s just . . . not what I’m used to.” She sensed that inward scrutiny again, and wondered what to call it. “What’s happened to me?” “Your memories haven’t returned yet?” Lamia appeared concerned, her brow furrowing. “Well, I recognized you, didn’t I?” “I suppose we have to expect this. The Bloodstone is bound to mix things up for a little while yet.” “So what’s it done?” “It’s changed you at the molecular level, Mal. Altered what you are—” “What I am?” “We talked about this. Don’t you remember?” A soupy mishmash of jumbled thoughts tumbled through Mahlat-essa’s mind. Slowly, they began to coalesce into a structured, recognizable form. Comprehension dawned. “So the bloodline was puissant enough then?” Lamia’s relief was obvious. “Yes, it certainly was. Only two lines still exist today, as you know. We were able to extract sufficient vitality from our subject to imbue the stone with enough potency to trigger the transmutation.” “And there’ll be no lasting side effects?” She touched her chest again, with its disconcertingly loud beat. “Not so far as we can determine. The stone contains sufficient potency to hold the change in stasis for about six months. It’s gradually leaking that essence into your heart at a steady rate. Once it’s depleted, you’ll either revert back to normal or have to undergo a fresh infusion.” “Lamia, do we have a mirror here?” Mahlat-essa sat up, the speed of her sudden movement causing both shock and delight to course through her veins like an electric charge. Smiling, Lamia fished one out of her handbag and handed it to her friend. Mahlat-essa was slow to raise the vanity mirror to her face, and was stunned by the reflection staring back. Gone was her devilishly beautiful and angular looks which had taken the breath away from the most resolute demons. She had been replaced by a vision of even greater exquisiteness. How? “I look . . . I look . . .” She gasped. “Perfect, eh? Just right for your goal.” “My goal?” Mahlat-essa mumbled, momentarily confounded. “Remember.” Lamia hugged her close, gushing, “You can’t recall much about your past, my dear. Your poor mother died when you were born, and you were left all alone in the world, wondering who and what you are. You grew up with the awful burden of knowing you were rejected by others for being different. For having a hunger you could barely control. The only relief you’ve ever felt is when these supernatural things are present. These demons! Venting your fury on them provides the only opportunity you have of appeasing the hunger inside. And you’re very, very good at dealing with demons. It’s something that comes naturally to a freak like you, yes?” Memories began to unravel within Mahlat-essa’s mind. “Yes, I’m starting to remember now! I’m different than other girls. Stronger than other humans, faster in some ways, nastier. Although I want to protect them, they shun me. I’m all alone without anyone to share my sad and solitary existence with.” “Which is a shame of course, because our one woman execution squad just so happens to be incredibly highly sexed and armed with killer looks too. The perfect bait, eh?” Raising the mirror again, Mahlat-essa grinned. That smile failed to reach the cold depths of her eyes. Yes. The perfect bait. He won’t know what hit him!


Andrew P Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

A criminal law and astronomy graduate, he is a contracted writer of both fiction and poetry for several publishing houses and a growing number of well established magazines. In his spare time, Andrew assists NASA with one of their research projects, and amazingly, still finds the time to submit regular educational articles for Amazing Stories and

When not writing, Andrew enjoys holding his breath, being told what to do by his wife, and drinking Earl Grey Tea whilst dressed as Captain Jean Luc Picard.

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What to Read Wednesday with Ces Creatively and giveaway

Thank you for joining me for What to Read Wednesday 🙂 Please help me welcome author Ces Creatively who is sharing her latest release Reach For Your Light.

I hope you enjoy her guest post as much as I did…and don’t forget to check out her giveaway 🙂

Take it away Ces…

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A Bad Boy You’ll Want To Be Good For

Reach For Your Light – Book 1 The Light Direction Series

Nic Fellowes is bad boy of epic proportion. Emma has no idea just how bad he can be when they meet.

Quote: With a sudden movement he smacked his palm against the wall by my face, making me jump and squeal with shock. Without further conversation, he turned and sauntered back towards the conference suite like he owned the place.

Excited by the attention of a powerful handsome young man who wanted to make her his, Em enjoyed his commanding touch – at first…

Quote:“A gentleman might see you home safe and sound but as you’ve probably guessed darling – I’m no gentle man.”

What makes a bad boy so addictive? Looks, charisma, that element of doing something you know you shouldn’t really?

Find out why Emma Williams gets hooked on sexy badass Nic and when she finally walks away, how he goes on to cause trouble in Paradise… Read Reach For Your Light – Book 1 in The Light Direction Series.



Emma Williams is searching for a new direction. Leaving behind a dead end career and harrowing relationship in London, she makes a fresh start in Bournemouth bonding immediately with flat mate Denzil and enjoying coastal life.

Falling in love with delicious Jeremy White she soon discovers that her new life is not as uncomplicated as she’d hoped. It may look like she has the perfect beach apartment and gorgeous man of her dreams but when visions of a mysterious stranger become reality and manipulating exes are out to cause trouble in paradise, Em just wants to find the truth in a world of deceit.

The Light Direction will take you on a fast-paced roller coaster of hot sex, mind games and supernatural visions that will leave you hungry for more.


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I order a roast dinner to treat myself and chat to the waitress for a while. Following her gaze mid sentence I notice a guy standing at the end of the bar. He obviously knows all the staff as he’s laughing with everyone and even the chef appears from the kitchen to greet him. Jen, the waitress, waves back to him coyly, pouting in response to his cute grin as he winks and blows her a kiss before continuing his conversation with the chef. My eye keeps finding him as I fiddle aimlessly with the salt and pepper shakers on my table. The third time I catch myself checking him out, he’s staring straight back at me.

6ft tall, about my age I think, with almost black hair, short at the sides then swept up into a two inch Mohican that curves like a wave. He’s certainly hard to miss. He’s walking over. I quickly look away and start pretending to read the menu again. He stops just short of my table and starts chatting to Jen. I overhear something about her brother getting a Uni place in London and shudder.

I’m trying not to look up when I hear their conversation end and then he’s suddenly leaning on the chair opposite me. I shift my gaze and Wow I’m immediately dazzled by his seascape eyes.

There’s that heart stopping smile again too. It starts at the corner of his mouth and spreads in a sexy wide curve. “Hi, I’m Denzil… Denni.” His voice is intoxicating though I can’t place his accent and Oh My God those twinkling green blue eyes, I can see why Jen likes him. He tilts his head in the direction of the seafront properties as he asks, “You’re Tony’s friend, you just moved into the basement, right? I live in the top flat.”

I nod, my smile more relaxed as he continues, “If you need anyone to show you a good time or anything, I mean, show you around.” Cue an even cheekier grin. “Well, you know where I am.”

Holding my hand out I introduce myself, “Hi, I’m Emma and erm… thanks for the offer, it’s good to know there’s someone I can come to if I need a hand.”

“Anytime Emma, I’m good with my hands.” He chuckles before breaking eye contact for a moment and nodding acknowledgement to a couple who have just come in, they must know him too.


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Ces Creatively is an inspiring mum of three from Poole who loves to spend time at Poole Harbour, Sandbanks Dorset. Juggling being a mum with running graphic design business, popular website with a book blog and handmade gifts business she miraculously also finds time to write novel series which she has dedicated to her son in heaven. A tireless champion of small businesses and other authors, Ces has won several awards for supportive innovation and dedicates time every week to promoting others online. In a unique twist, her debut paranormal romance novel The Light Direction – Reach For Your Light features real small businesses and talented creatives.

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BLURB TOUR ~ Choosing You by Allie Everhart with giveaway



When Jade is given a scholarship to an elite private college in Connecticut, she sees it as a chance to finally escape her painful past and get a fresh start. She’s determined to succeed and that means keeping her focus on school and not guys. But her plan falls apart her first day on campus when Garret, a rich prep school boy with swimmer abs and a perfect smile, offers to help her move in.

Jade tries to push him away, but she can’t deny her attraction to him and Garret won’t let her. Things quickly heat up between them, but then come to a sudden halt when reality hits and Jade realizes that a relationship with Garret may never be possible. He comes from a world of wealth where there are rules, including rules about who he can date. And not following those rules has consequences.

As the two of them try to overcome the obstacles working to keep them apart, Jade is confronted with another challenge. On her 19th birthday, she receives a letter that her now deceased mother wrote years ago. In it are revelations that explain her traumatic childhood but also make her question the past she’s been running from.

***Note: This is a New Adult novel and contains mature language and situations.***

Choosing You


After dinner, we go back to his room. It’s the first time I’ve been to the second floor. The hallway stinks like beer and sweat. Luckily Garret’s room doesn’t have that odor and it’s much cleaner than I imagined it would be. He has a ton of electronics, including the big TV he mentioned along with a surround sound system. And there are at least 100 movies sitting in a big cardboard box on the floor.

“Pick whatever you want,” he says as I flip through the movies.

“You have quite a setup here. It’s like your own movie theater. I don’t even have a TV.”

“You don’t? You need a TV, Jade.”

“No, I don’t. If I want to watch something I’ll just use the one down the hall.”

“That one barely works. If you want to watch TV, come up here.”

“I’m not going to do that. I hardly ever watch TV anyway. Here. Let’s watch this one.” I hold up a cartoon, trying to keep a straight face. “It says it’s about some dogs that solve crimes.”

“How did that get in there? That’s my little sister’s movie.”

“It’s okay, Garret. I don’t care if you like cartoons.”

“That is not my movie. She must’ve stuck it in the box when I wasn’t looking.”

I laugh. “Yeah, sure she did.”

“Give it here.” He reaches for it, but I won’t let him have it. I quickly stand up, holding it behind my back with one hand while putting my other hand out in front of me trying to keep him away.

He quickly backs me up against the wall, forcing my outstretched hand against his hard chest. I lower it to my side as he leans his hand on the wall near my head. Then he slowly reaches behind me with his other hand to get the movie. Our bodies are now touching and our faces are just inches apart. My heart is beating erratically and I struggle to keep my breathing steady as I feel his body against mine.

“Jade.” He gazes down at me with this incredibly sexy smile. “Give me the movie, please.” I try not to stare at his lips but they’re so close and so inviting.

The movie is still in my hand wedged between my lower back and the wall. I push my hips forward slightly to release it, which positions me even closer to him. As he goes to take the movie, I accidentally drop it and he catches it, right behind my butt. I feel his hand there and I freeze as my face heats up. He slowly takes his hand out from behind me and rests it on the wall by my head. I realize I’ve been holding my breath and I force myself to breathe again.

I look up and our eyes meet. “For the last time, the movie is my sister’s. But if you really want to watch the crime-fighting dog cartoon, we’ll watch it. Or,” he pauses and that sexy smile reappears, “if you want to do something else, we’ll do something else.”

I know from his tone what ‘something else’ is and I really, really want to do ‘something else’ but I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with a guy at college. Unfortunately, I’ve never been very good with promises.


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The Jade Series is a New Adult Romance that follows the relationship of Jade and Garret in their first year of college. In Choosing You, (Jade 1), Jade and Garret meet on Jade’s first night at Moorhurst College and despite their strong attraction to each other, they’re not allowed to date because of the strict rules that control Garret’s life. In Knowing You, (Jade 2), Garret breaks the family rules and begins dating Jade. Their relationship grows deeper but issues from Jade’s past complicate matters. Loving You (Jade 3) shows Jade and Garret growing closer as a couple but also hints at the trouble that lies ahead in Promising You (Jade 4), in which a new challenge emerges for Garret that could interfere with the future he wants with Jade. Originally, book 4 was the end of the series, but fans wanted more of Jade and Garret, so Allie recently published Forever You, an all-new, full-length follow-up book to The Jade Series.



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Allie Everhart writes about dating, love, and romance. She’s also a freelance writer for magazines and websites. Before freelancing, she was a book editor for a publishing company where she worked on several NYT bestselling nonfiction books. She loves to read as much as she loves to write. And when she’s not reading or writing, she’s outside running, which is when she gets her best book ideas.

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COVER REVEAL ~ Savannah’s Journey by Kathleen Gallagher



Savannah Mason, the career minded journalist, spends long hours at work, hoping to take the spot as anchor. She continues to fight for independence and refuses to allow her demanding father to take control of her life, despite his wish for her to take over his surgical practice. On her darkest day twelve years ago, she agreed to give her baby up for adoption. Now, on her daughter’s birthday, a chance encounter gives Savannah an opportunity to explore a corner of her heart she thought was lost forever. Rob Sinclair a renowned surgeon and NY Times best-selling author has a new release and needs a promo spot on the television show, The News Stop. When Savannah gets to conduct the interview over the senior reporter, a door opens to her future. However, first she must face the unsettled issues in her life, before she is free to accept love. The last thing she wants is a relationship, especially one with a divorced, doctor who happens to have two small children. A man, who seems all wrong for her, slowly weaves himself into her heart. Can he accept her when he learns about her past? Rob’s commitment to climb the ladder of success and provide a good life for his family, keeps him on the road for days at a time. When he meets the assertive newswoman, desire and passion awaken his broken spirit. How will he ever be able to trust another woman? Savannah and Rob’s strong attraction is undeniable as they journey to a place where honesty and the power of forgiveness, can guide them both home. Will it be enough to heal the scars of the past and allow them another chance for love?


“Would you like to come inside for coffee or tea?” Savannah “I’d love to,” he answered without hesitation.

Once at her doorstep, she fumbled for her keys. One part of her didn’t want the night to end.

Rob followed behind her and broke the silence. “So, this is what the inside of a newswoman’s place looks like.” He glanced around.

If only she’d straightened up earlier in the day. The dining room table looked like a cyclone hit it. Between the newspaper pile, junk mail, and paper plates you couldn’t even see the table. “I’ve been so busy lately.”

“Tell me about it. My kids constantly complain how many hours I work. I’m lucky if I can spare a moment at the end of the day to myself.”

The mention of his children reinforced the reason why she should put a halt to the playful flirtation. The wall she had set up to keep her safe from sorrow and guilt hit her in the face. She retreated to a safe place inside her heart, whenever she came close to a reminder of her past. Savannah was skilled at putting her feelings aside and instead put a smile on her face.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Do you prefer regular or decaf or how about organic green tea?”

“Tea sounds good to me. Green tea carries health benefits, too.”

“I’ll be right back.” How cute, a medical reference. A fresh brewed tea took a few minutes in the new system she’d purchased at a specialty shop. A bag of oatmeal cookies made with all natural ingredients came in handy and she reached for them along with the cups. When the tea was done, she put a few cookies on the tray and carried it to the living room. The last thing she expected was to play hostess.

“Here you go.” She placed it down on the coffee table.

Rob patted the spot next to him. “It’s time to relax. You’ve had a tiring day.” He took a few sips of tea and placed the mug down on a coaster.

His doting words reminded her of the typical thing a doctor would say, but his caring nature appealed to her. With Rob sitting so close, her hands shook. They exchanged playful glances. Rob stood and went over to the sliding glass doors. “You have a great view from here.”

She got up and slowly moved toward him. Her chest tightened with each step. As she approached him and admired his broad shoulders, it dawned on her he could be a candidate for People’s sexiest man alive. Control yourself.

“I’m happy here,” she admitted. “I love it when the morning light shines on the water and it mimics fine pieces of crystal.”

Rob slowly approached her. His gaze fixed on her, sent shivers from head to toe. Afraid of what might happen next, she turned away. They were too close for comfort. An electric energy surged between them. Before she could stop him, Rob reached for her and pulled her up against his chest. “You’re an amazing woman, Savannah.” His lips met hers and he cradled her head in his hands as if she was a precious jewel. It all happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to react. The warmth of his touch sent waves of heat down her stomach and in between her legs as the world stood still. When Rob’s hands moved slowly across her back, it took her to a level of arousal she never expected. She found herself spellbound by the feel of his rock hard body pressed up against her chest. All of the emotions she’d kept inside emerged when Rob held her tight. When they finally parted, she stood frozen in shock with her heart pounding and her ears ringing.

His expression made him look as if he broke the law with his eyes practically popping out of his head. He quickly took a step back. “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry for my rude behavior.”

“You weren’t rude. I didn’t stop you.”









Kathleen lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs. She’s a registered nurse who works in an emergency room. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat, sipping on an iced tea, dreaming up her next romance novel.


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