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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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INTERVIEW with Tamara Gill author of Only an Earl Will Do ~ #Giveaway

Welcome to the blog! Please help me welcome Tamara Gill, author of Only an Earl Will Do. If you haven’t had a chance to read any of Tamara’s books you should run and grab a copy. You’ll enjoy her writing style!

Tamara has agreed to answer a few questions so we can get to know her a little better. Afterward check out the blurb and excerpt for Only an Earl Will Do, and then enter her awesome giveaway!

Let’s get started …

Describe yourself in tweet form. That’s right, you get 140 characters🙂


Author of Regency, historical & time travel romance. Mum and Aussie.


Great job, you got in some great details🙂 What’s your favorite room in your house?


My office.


Tell us the last thing you cooked?


Dinner last night – steak and vegetables. Sounds quite boring when you write it down.


Nothing boring about steak🙂 What was the first word that came to mind when you saw the cover for ONLY AN EARL WILL DO?


Love!!!! I really loved it once it was done. Just beautiful.


It is a fabulous cover! How do you feel about writing love scenes?


I like writing them, but the trick is to keep them different from all the others you’ve written before. That’s the hard part. There are only so many things people can do. *wink*


lol…I feel the same. I love naming my characters. How did you go about choosing the hero and heroine in ONLY AN EARL WILL DO?


I looked up names used in the Regency era and picked two that went together and that I liked. I have more trouble coming up with titles than first names.


Would you like to tell us what you’re working on now?


I’m working on a Scottish time travel romance series, book one TO CONQUER A SCOT is out on submission now, and book two, TO SAVE A SAVAGE SCOT, is coming along nicely. I’m also working on a Regency romance series proposal.

I love a good time travel. I can’t wait to read them🙂


RANDOM FUN : Finish this sentence:


When I was young I wanted to grow up to be: Archaeologist

The next book on my tbr pile is: I’m trying to finish Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld series.

I will never: Steal.

My favorite television show is: Outlander and Game of Thrones. These are equal in my estimation.

I wish I could: Get over my fear of flying.

Chocolate: Always



Henry is determined to make the only woman who captured his heart his wife.


To Marry a Rogue #1
Tamara Gill
Releasing July 25th, 2016
Entangled Select Historical


The reigning queen of London
society, Lady Elizabeth Worthingham, has her future set out for her. Marry
well, and marry without love. An easy promise to make and one she owed her
family after her near ruinous past that threatened them all. And the rakish
scoundrel Henry Andrews, Earl of Muir whose inability to act a gentleman when
she needed one most would one day pay for his treachery.
Returning to England after three
years abroad, Henry is determined to make the only woman who captured his heart
his wife. But the icy reception he receives from Elizabeth is colder than his
home in the Scottish highlands. As past hurts surface and deception runs as
thick as blood, so too does a love that will overcome all obstacles, unless a
nameless foe, determined with his own path, gets his way and their love never
sees the light of day…


Elizabeth hid a repulsed shudder over Lord Riddledale, who stood pompous and proud across the floor, the ever-present scowl on his face no surprise. No doubt her stepping out with another gentleman other than himself had put him out of countenance. She turned back to her sister. “I cannot summon any remorse for annoying Riddledale. As for Lord Dean, I’ll be sorry to hurt him, but no, I will not marry him no matter how much his heart breaks over my decision.”

“Could your feelings change in time, do you believe?” Victoria asked.



Elizabeth shook her head. “No.”


She swallowed the familiar lump which formed in her throat every time she thought of him, the man she refused to name, even in her own thoughts. “I’m not the loving kind. I don’t believe it’s healthy to rely on such feeble unstable emotions when someone is entering the marriage state. Men and their need to be adored, looked up to in awe, can go hang. Lord Newland’s name protects me now. I have no need to marry again.”

Victoria threw her a dubious look. “I believe there is nothing purer and good than love, especially if you are fortunate enough to have it in a marriage.” Her sister sighed, the sound tinged with sadness. “You promised Papa you would try.”

“I am well aware of what I promised Papa, but he did not stipulate marriage is what I should try. I’m friendly and affable. That is enough.”

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 is an Australian author who
grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of
history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK
for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and
castle to another. A mother of three, her two little gentleman’s in the making,
a future lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world,
but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an
array of genres, including regency, medieval and time travel. Tamara loves
hearing from readers and writers alike. You can contact her through her
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BOOK BLAST ~ An Artful Seduction by Tina Gabrielle ~ #giveaway

lust for revenge will be his downfall…


Infamous Somertons #1
Tina Gabrielle
Releasing June 20th, 2016
Entangled Scandalous
His lust
for revenge will be his downfall…
London, 1815. Eliza Somerton has a dangerous
secret. As the daughter of the infamous art forger who duped half the ton,
she’s rebuilt her life under a new name. But when an old forgery goes up for
auction, her father’s enemy, Grayson Montgomery, outbids her and presents her
with an unimaginable choice: help him find her father or he’ll ruin her.
For years, Grayson, the Earl of
Huntingdon and one of London’s top art critics, has sought justice. His
well-laid plans finally come to fruition when he learns of his enemy’s
beautiful daughter. But Eliza possesses a sensuality and independent spirit
that weakens his resolve, and as the heat between them sizzles, what started as
revenge soon blossoms into something sinful…


“Do you like what you see?”

Eliza spun around at a masculine voice. Lord Huntingdon stood in the doorway—tall, broad, and compellingly male. Her heart started to pound. Goodness! In the afternoon sunlight from the drawing room windows, he was even more handsome than at the auction. He was dressed in a meticulously tailored jacket of navy superfine, buff-colored trousers, and shiny black Hessians. His dark hair curled around his collar, and he appeared to be a gentleman of fashion that matched the artwork in his drawing room.

But Eliza wasn’t fooled. There was a predatory gleam in his dark eyes that simmered beneath his polished veneer.

How long had he stood there observing her?

“I was told you weren’t receiving,” she said.

“I wasn’t. Until my butler informed me I was to buy artwork from you.” His tone held a note of challenge.

She forced herself to smile, all the while wondering if he would have her thrown out.

But the earl strolled into the room and held up her card. “The Peacock Print Shop. What precisely do you sell?”

“Paintings, engravings, and decorative items. Work from aspiring, local artists.”

“You compete with Ackerman’s in the Strand?”

“Not its clientele. Our customers are well-to-do merchants who wish to own a piece of art, but not pay Ackerman’s exorbitant prices,” she said.


She looked at the frames on the drawing room wall and struggled to maintain an even, conciliatory tone. “I don’t see the Jan Wildens painting that you purchased at the Tutton auction.”

An appealing smile curved his lips. “Ah, I knew there must be more to your visit than you led my butler to believe, Mrs. Somerton. For a moment, I thought you liked me.”

Could he tell she found him attractive? She struggled to calm her racing heart and gave him a pointed look. “Let us speak plainly, my lord. I don’t believe you truly desire the Wildens painting.”

He tsked. “Untrue. I plan on hanging it in my private gallery. Would you like a tour?”

She’d love one. She could spend hours in a museum if she were not a struggling tradeswoman. “Thank you, but no. I truly am here on business.”

“Business?” He arched a dark eyebrow as if the mere thought of a woman visiting for business purposes was ludicrous.

“Yes. I have a proposition for you.”

He walked closer, his smooth movements reminding her of a jungle cat. “A proposition? What an interesting choice of words.”

Her pulse skittered alarmingly at his nearness. “A business offer, my lord.”

“You have my interest.” He gestured toward a pale gold settee. “Please sit, Mrs. Somerton. If we are to discuss your offer, let’s be comfortable.”

He ignored a nearby armchair and sat beside her on the settee. Leaning against the cushions, he stretched his long legs, his polished Hessians shining in the sunlight streaming from the windows.

Eliza was not easily intimidated. She was no longer a young girl straight from the schoolroom, but a woman who worked for her living. But Lord Huntingdon was an imposing man…a big man. Everything about him was alarming, from his height of over six feet, to his broad shoulders, and his chiseled features. He was rumored to be immensely wealthy, a much sought-after bachelor who could be charming when it served him, and highly intelligent.

It was the last trait that concerned her.

“It’s not every day a beautiful lady visits with a business proposal.”

His voice, deep and sensual, sent a ripple of awareness through her.

She took a breath. “It should come as no surprise to you that I want the Jan Wildens painting.”

“It’s not for sale.”

She placed her leather case on a dainty end table and withdrew an engraving. “I plan to sweeten the deal. As I stated, I sell works from aspiring, local artists. They are exquisite pieces. As an influential art critic and enthusiastic collector, I’m sure you will be interested.”

Just as she thought, his curiosity was piqued at the mention of the artwork. The engraving was of a religious scene, Madonna with child, and the work painstaking and impressive. The artist, an unknown laborer, displayed his work at Eliza’s shop. Once sold, they would split the earnings.

Huntingdon sat forward and studied the piece. “The detail is quite astonishing for a new artist.”

Hope blossomed in her chest. “You can have it plus the fifty pounds I had planned to pay at the auction in exchange for the Wildens painting.”

Pushing the engraving aside, his dark eyes studied her intently. “It’s not enough.”

Her heart sank.

Then he leaned close, very close, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. Her pulse quickened and a disturbing tingling began in the pit of her stomach. She’d been wrong about his eyes, she realized. They weren’t black, but a rich, coffee brown.

“There are other types of beauty,” he said, “living beauty which I crave.”

Her heart thundered at his outrageous words. “How dare you! I’m not for sale, my lord.”

“Ah, but you are, Mrs. Somerton. You are very much for sale, and I—”

She came to her senses and reached up to slap him. But he was too quick, grasping her wrist before she made contact with his cheek.

His eyes narrowed. “The Jan Wildens oil is a forgery, albeit a meticulous and frighteningly good one,” he said, his voice cold and exact.

A cold knot formed in her stomach. “I don’t know what you’re—”

“You’re very good. At first I thought it was your father’s work, but the brushwork is slightly different, the signature not a perfect match. You were taught well. I’m not surprised since you’re Jonathan Miller’s daughter.”

He knows!

She felt as if her breath was cut off. He thought she had created the forgery. She’d go to her grave before she confessed it was her sister’s work.

Her voice wavered. “You can’t prove it.”

“I am an expert.”

“You were wrong before, as I recall,” Eliza said sharply.

She could have bit her tongue the moment the words left her lips. His face hardened like granite at the mention of the past when he had been fooled by her father.

His fingers tensed on her wrist. “I lost my credibility as a critic at the Royal Academy because of your father. It took me years to earn back my reputation. Jonathan Miller was never found and tried for his crimes.”

She was right; Huntington thirsted for revenge. She’d come here to prevent disaster, but had caused it instead. She suppressed the panic rising in her chest. She couldn’t give in to it now, not when she needed all her wits about her to survive.

He released her wrist suddenly. “Your choice of artwork to forge is interesting. The Flemish painter Jan Wildens—an artist who often painted backgrounds for the popular Peter Paul Rubens.”

“I’m duly impressed by your artistic knowledge.”

He ignored her sarcasm. “Wildens is someone your father would have chosen. Miller never copied the masters, but less acknowledged artists, oftentimes a master’s students or assistants. That way the history of a painting’s ownership was much more ambiguous and could be concocted by a crafty and shrewd art broker.”

It was true. Amelia had followed her father’s reasoning when she’d chosen to forge Jan Wildens.

Despite her inner turmoil, Eliza lifted her chin and boldly met his gaze. “Since you’re certain of your opinion, I shall see myself out—”

“Oh no, you won’t. You’ve come to bargain, remember?”

“I have nothing you want.”

He gave her body a raking gaze. “To the contrary, I like what I see.”

An alarming heat curled low in her belly. Could she do it? Trade her body for the painting…for their survival?

Yes, if it means protecting Amelia and Chloe.

She swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. “Just what are you proposing?”

His mouth twisted wryly. “As tempting as I find the offer, Mrs. Somerton. I’ve never forced a woman into my bed. I’ve never had the need.”

She felt her face grow hot with humiliation. Had she misinterpreted so badly? “Then what do you want?”




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A Deleted Scene from A FRIENDLY FLIRTATION by Christine Warner

Hi All! Today I thought I’d share a deleted scene that I shared with all my readers who have signed up for my newsletter. This is from A FRIENDLY FLIRTATION – book 3 of the Friends First Series.



Allison Hall is fed up with being a social outcast. Even at the tech company where she works for her brother and his best friend, Jared, she’s the invisible nerdy girl. What she needs is confidence—and that requires a makeover and dating tips. And she knows just the man to help…

Jared Esterly is shocked when Allison asks for his assistance and turns her down, knowing that her brother—his business partner and best friend, Nick—would kill him if he dated her, even if it is just for practice. But when Al’s attempt to make changes on her own fails spectacularly, Jared reluctantly steps in. Things heat up quickly, and soon lessons move from the salon to the bedroom.

When overprotective big-brother Nick discovers Jared is dating Allison, their friendship and business partnership sour. Allison, consumed by guilt, must make a choice: stay with Jared, even though that means ruining his friendship with Nick and possibly his career, or leave the one man who sets her on fire.


As for the deleted scene, this is between heroine Allison Hall and her best friend Colleen. Allison needed some moral support while she tried to make some important changes to the way she looked—starting with wearing makeup.  :)



A little over an hour later they both sat at the narrow counter that separated Allison’s kitchen from the cozy living room. Colleen dumped the bag of makeup on the counter, and several fashion magazines spilled out as well. She ran her fingertips over the pile, pushing aside the magazines as she turned over packages to read the labels and then opened a few jars to smell the contents. She scrunched her nose, rubbing her hand over her upper lip. “Are you sure you want to attempt this?”

“I’ve practically spent my rent in makeup. I can’t back out now.” Allison plugged in her new makeup mirror and grinned. She paused the YouTube video that demonstrated makeup techniques. Since they’d already watched it three times, it’d just become background noise.

Colleen’s blue eyes sparkled when she laughed. “We might have gotten a little carried away.”

“I’d blame it on the wine, but we haven’t opened it yet.” Allison held up two packages filled with different colored foundations. She compared one against the other with no real clue what the heck she was doing. She chose the lighter shade because she liked the name. True Beige.

What’s my addiction to beige?

She tossed it down and opted for Early Tan.

“We better fix that.” Colleen jumped off her stool and made her way into the tidy kitchen. She grabbed two wineglasses from the overhead cupboard, and then got busy with the corkscrew. “We both might need some liquid courage before this night is over.”

“Nice. You certainly know how to put me at ease,” Allison teased.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Colleen tugged the cork from the bottle with a he-man groan. Her face lit up as she held the corkscrew, with cork attached.

“You sure you don’t want to join in the fun?” Allison asked, dabbing one of the plush makeup sponges she’d just ripped out of the packaging against the tip of Colleen’s nose. Not that her friend needed any makeup. She had a flawless complexion.

Colleen shook her head, her sandy blond curls bouncing around her neck. “Nope. The main reason I don’t wear the stuff is because I don’t want to be responsible for taking it off. Life is so much easier au naturel.”

They both giggled over Colleen’s horrible French accent as she filled two glasses to the brim.

“You’ve got a point.” If she was going to do this, she needed to be comfortable. “I’ll be back.” Allison threw in her own impression, although her Arnold voice didn’t quite live up to The Terminator movies. Colleen rolled her eyes as Allison made a quick dash to the entry, heeled off her tennys, and slid her feet into the ultra-soft penguin slippers, and then settled once again onto the high-back barstool.

“Shoes make all the difference when testing makeup.” Colleen grinned.

“I might as well be comfortable, right?” Allison grabbed the foundation again and turned it over in her hand, reading the bottle. “You know, it might be more to my benefit if I use your face to practice on.”

“You mean like one of those Barbie heads Shelly and Jill from down the street played with when we were kids?” Colleen groaned.

Allison’s thoughts fogged over. “I wanted one of those in the worst way. They were beyond lucky.”

“Gross. You’re kidding me?”

“I even asked Dad for one, but instead he bought me a stupid remote control truck so I could race against Nick and Sam.”

Colleen’s eyes bugged out. “Sam Brown from across the street? I haven’t thought about him in eons. I wonder what became of him. He was gorgeous.”

“How can a ten-year-old boy be gorgeous?” Allison laughed. He did have amazing eyes, though.

“A ten-year-old boy can be gorgeous to a seven-year-old girl. For sure.” Colleen grabbed Allison’s hand—the one with the makeup bottle—and shook it. “I think my mom used to shake the stuff. And how could you have been immune to Sam Brown?”

“Because I wanted that damn Barbie head.” They both laughed. “I won’t even dwell over Nick and Sam beating me in every single race.”

“You’ve never been fond of driving.”

“I’m sure if my dad knew that the main reason I prefer to take the El instead of drive is because he bought me that darn truck he’d be crushed.”

“Poor Dad.” Colleen pursed her lips.

Allison twisted off the lid of the makeup bottle and put some on the sponge. “Here goes nothing.”

“I have to ask. Does this sudden urge to experiment with makeup have something to do with this Barbie head thingy? Because if that’s the case, I’ll buy you one for your next birthday.” Colleen’s eyes sparked with humor as she bit her lip in a horrible attempt to hold back her laughter.

“Nope. I just need to shake up my life a little. Make some changes. I’m starting with a makeover—first makeup, then my wardrobe, and—”

“Just don’t change your attitude, my friend.”

They clinked glasses, and after Allison took a sip she studied Colleen from across the rim. Her insecurities burst forth, and she put her glass down because her sweaty palms might make her drop it. “Do you think I’m being silly?”

Colleen stopped flipping through the fashion magazine and looked up. “Nope. I think you’re Allison. If making some changes makes you feel better. Go for it.”

Her heart softened at her friend’s words. “I really do think I’ll feel better if I can get all this girl stuff figured out.”

“I think it’ll do your confidence some good, too.”

Allison smiled, and she quit bouncing her leg beneath the bar top. No wonder they’d been friends forever. Colleen knew her better than almost anyone. Tears welled up behind her eyes and she blinked, averting her gaze. Colleen didn’t need to witness tears. The last time she’d broken down had been after Lance and she had broken up. Ugly tears got their name for a reason, and nobody—best friend or not—should have to endure that horrific scene more than once in a lifetime. At least she hadn’t totally broken down in front of Jared.

“You’re right. My confidence needs a boost.” A big boost. “I was trying to explain to Jared earlier—”

“As in Jared your boss?” Colleen flipped the magazine closed and pushed it away, her wineglass suspended halfway to her open mouth.

Allison nodded. “I’d actually asked him for a little help.”

Colleen downed the wine and refilled her glass. “Now that surprises me more than you wanting to wear makeup.”

“I told you I want to make changes. And I thought Jared would be the perfect one to help me, but he doesn’t seem to get it.”

“I can see where a man wouldn’t. Especially a man like Jared.” Colleen grinned. “I mean, no way in hell would a guy like that understand that in order to feel good on the inside you have to look good on the outside.”

“Oh. My. God. That’s exactly what I tried to tell him.” She ran the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass. “Thanks for getting me.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

“Any changes I can make will also help me to get the ball moving on my consultant business. I might even score a date more than once every decade.”

“Aha, the real reason is revealed.” Colleen’s face sobered. She knew better than anyone Allison’s desire to have that special someone. “You’ll meet someone. Mike said you were cute.”

“Jerry’s brother?” Allison snort-laughed as she sponged the makeup on her cheeks. “Um, yeah, he’s all of thirteen. Not quite dating material or the confidence booster I was thinking.”

“There’s always Graham—”

“Not a chance. He’s a nice guy, but I’m not interested.” Graham was Jerry’s best friend from work. He talked, breathed, and lived video games, pizza delivery, and old B horror movies. Not that she didn’t enjoy those things, too, but not every night. She wanted more out of life.

Colleen opened a few drawers and slid things around. “Do you have any straws?”

Allison giggled as she dabbed around her eyes. “Above the stove.”

“Had to make sure since last time I seem to remember using your last one.”

“I stocked up. I knew you’d be back.” She’d never understand her friend’s addiction to drinking alcohol through a straw, but she loved her anyway. She checked out her reflection. The makeup seemed to suffocate her skin, and she looked weird. But wasn’t the purpose of makeup to make you look different? Feel different? She twisted her head from side to side, smoothing her fingers down one cheek. “Do you think this is to dark?”

Colleen shrugged, taking a long draw on her straw. “You’ve only done half your face. I’ll give you my opinion when you finish the canvas.”

Allison frowned after she took another sip of her wine. “I’m not sure how I feel about my face being compared to a canvas.”

“You’ll get over it.” A smile played along Colleen’s mouth as she leaned across the counter, refocusing her attention on the magazine she’d abandoned minutes before.

Allison readjusted the mirror and then dabbed at her face with the makeup sponge, smearing the color over her forehead, down her nose, and across her chin. She leaned toward the mirror and squinted. “It’s too dark.”

“Put your glasses on.” Colleen barely looked up, shaking her head as if annoyed over the article she scanned. “I can’t believe women actually fall for this crap. There’s no such thing as a soul mate. It’s all about compatibility.”

Allison pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose and sat back, blinking at her reflection. “I’m going to wipe it off. Didn’t I buy a lighter shade?” She brushed her hand over all the makeup filling the counter and smiled when she pulled out the one labeled Ivory. She’d steer clear of beige and definitely tan.

“You said you wanted to look tan.” Colleen tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. “You look tan. As a matter of fact, I can’t see any freckles. Your skin looks flawless.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I think you just need to get used to it. Put on the mascara and eye shadow, maybe it’ll tie it all in together.” Colleen swirled the nearly empty wine in the bottom of her glass as she tried to catch the straw between her teeth.

Allison applied a thin coat of black mascara and then watched the video on YouTube one more time about mastering the art of smoky eyes. She opened the eye shadow and took out the brush, doing her best to make each eye match.

“Well, what do you think?” She sat back in her chair, blinking her eyes playfully. “Smoky eyes are still the in thing, right?”

Colleen shrugged her shoulder. “No clue, but I don’t think you put enough eye shadow on. I can barely see it. And”—she picked up the package with the fake eyelashes and turned them over, scanning the instructions—“I think you should try these out. They’ll really show off how pretty your eyes are.”

“You think?” Butterflies fluttered in Allison’s stomach, and she tried to drown them with another swallow of wine. “I really didn’t want them, but…”

“I talked you into them. They’ll look great on you.”

“It won’t be too much?”

Colleen downed the last of her wine, already reaching for the bottle. “I don’t think so. And didn’t you say you wanted to make some changes? Start making them.”

They giggled, and Allison applied another layer of color on her eyes and then attached the eyelashes to her lids. They felt clumsy and heavy. Or had she just had too much to drink? She downed the last of her wine, and before she had her glass half lowered Colleen refilled it. “I don’t know about these.”

“They look amazing. What’s that saying? Your eyes burst, no they snap, or is it—”

“Pop.” Allison giggled, taking another large swallow, then another. She grabbed the nearly empty bottle and refilled. The excitement of making the much dreamed about changes, along with all the wine and the laughs with her bestie, had her feeling like she could take on the world. “There’s another bottle above the stove. I have a feeling this is going to be a two-bottle night.”

Colleen winked. Instead of reaching overhead, she pulled a bottle out of her tote slowly as she hummed her best rendition of the Space Odyssey song.

Allison laughed so hard she snorted, which only made her laugh harder and her eyes water. That seemed to make her fake eyelashes heavier, and she couldn’t stop blinking. “I’m not sure we should drink another bottle. I’m already having an out-of-body experience. Of course I haven’t eaten lunch or dinner.”

“I say you drink your dinner.” Colleen reached for the corkscrew.

“You’re a bad influence.”

“Nah, I’m good moral support.” She yanked the cork from the bottle and then rummaged through the small pantry and pulled out a bag. “These go great with wine.”


“Nacho Cheese Doritos. Nothing goes better with wine than cheese. Hello?” Colleen stared at her as if she’d lost her mind.

“You need culinary help.” Allison pulled at her eyelashes, and Colleen leaned across the narrow counter to still her hand.

“Leave them on. They really do look great.”

“Then why did I put on mascara?”

“You got me? Why do girls do half the stuff they do with makeup? But leave on the fake ones. Your eyes look huge.” Colleen pulled three shades of lipstick from the makeup stash. “Here, try one of these.”

After another bottle and half of wine, and two-thirds of a bag of Doritos, they sat back and grinned at their handiwork.

“You look awesome.”

“I feel awesome.” And she did. More confident than she’d felt the day she put on her gown and held her degrees. “Now I just have to figure out what to wear when I go to work Monday.”

“We could take a little shopping trip tomorrow if you want.”

Allison pressed the back of her hand to Colleen’s forehead. “Nope, you’re not feverish. What the heck are you doing initiating a day in a clothing store?”

“I love my best friend, and I want her to be happy.”

Allison closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. “You’re the best bestie a girl could ask for, and although I appreciate your offer, I’m not sure I’m ready to take that step yet. I need time to adjust to this change before I bring on another.”

“Baby steps it is, then. We’ll find something amazing in your closet, and when you want to hit the store I’ll come along for more moral support.”

They hugged, and once again Allison had to force down the urge to cry. What an emotional roller coaster this life change had caused.

“Now, let’s raid your closet. We’ll throw together the perfect outfit to reveal the new you.” Colleen’s giddiness was contagious as they spun in a circle and landed on the couch, laughing as one of Allison’s slippers flew off her foot and missed whacking Colleen in head by mere millimeters.

“Almost ouch,” Colleen said around her laugh. She plucked the slipper from where it landed above her right shoulder and tossed it on the floor.

“It’s not too late, Coll. We can still give you a makeover, too.” Allison hugged her friend to her side. “Who knew this makeup thing could be so fun? I should’ve tried it years ago.”

“I may be a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk.” Colleen pulled Allison to her feet. “Come on, let’s check out that closet. We’ll find you something to wear for Sunday dinner. I’d love to see the look on Nick’s face when he sees you. Maybe he’ll finally get it that his little sister isn’t a kid anymore.”

“Someday you two will have to learn to get along.” There’d never been any secret that Nick and Colleen butted heads—on every subject under the sun, especially the way Nick treated her. “And you really should drop in for Sunday dinner, it’s been way too long. Gramps would love to see you.”

Colleen shrugged. “Maybe this week. Or next.”

She shook her head. “Can’t this week. We’re on dinner hiatus because Dad took Grams to Ohio to visit his brother.”

Saying the words punctuated the disappointment in her gut. She’d have liked a dress rehearsal before going into work Monday with her big reveal. Not only would she like to see what her family thought of her new look, but Jared, too.

“I’ll tag along another time. Just let me know when your dad makes ribs.” She licked her lips. “Since you won’t get to practice putting on your makeup for Sunday, you should probably remove and reapply a couple of times again tonight and tomorrow so that you get the hang of it.”

“Good idea.”

As Colleen tugged her toward the bedroom, she slid her foot back inside her slipper, proud of herself for daring to step out of her comfort zone. The weekend couldn’t pass quickly enough.

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Love to the Extreme #4
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Releasing February 15th, 2016
Doctor Ella Watts wants her old life back. Desperately. But the past has returned for its rematch, and going back home—even telling anyone her real name—isn’t an option until she’s confident in her MMA abilities. Personal trainer Lance Black is the man to help her reach her goals. Not only is he toned, muscular, and gorgeous, he’s patient, a great teacher, and willing to treat her like a worthy opponent. Except his size makes her freeze whenever he gets too close. If Ella can’t learn how to overcome her fear of being attacked, she’ll never be able to
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Underground fighter Lance Black knows there’s more to the mysterious blonde ninja than a beautiful woman determined to improve her fighting skills. She can best anyone close to her size – man or woman – but insists on working out with him, even though he’s got a good 70 pounds and several inches on her. Despite her reticence, he’s determined to get her to open up so he can help her get over her mental block. And if that means he can get to know her outside the gym, all
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Lance came at her in a burst of energy, his arms slapping down to meet the punches she frantically threw. She had no game plan, just swung. A light pop bopped her on the side of the head and paralyzed her into place. He instantly backed off. The second there was space between them, her ability to breathe returned and she ripped off the gloves, throwing them down. “Damn it.”

Without a word, she climbed between the second and third rope, hopped to the floor, and slumped on a nearby bench, hanging her head. Why couldn’t she get past this mind block?

“Hey,” Lance said in a soothing tone that only annoyed her as he sat down beside her, but when he pressed his thigh against hers, she found the gesture oddly comforting. She wanted to lean into him, take his support, but she forced herself to stay where she was.

“I just need a few minutes alone.”

He laced his fingers together and let them hang between his knees. “A few months ago, I had a huge fight slotted. Any spare moment I had, I was training my fucking ass off.” He inhaled deep. “The pressure of it got the best of me and I just froze. Biggest night of my fighting career over by knockout in less than a minute.” He turned a sympathetic smile on her. “Sometimes our mind just gets the best of us. I don’t know what’s cluttering yours, but you’re not alone. It happens to everyone.”

His confession, that he would open up to her like that, meant more to her than he would ever know. Made her feel less alone. And she hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

“Thank you,” she whispered and leaned toward him. A simple kiss on his cheek to show her appreciation was her intent. But the moment her lips touched the stubbled skin, a floodgate of need crashed open. Instantly, her nipples puckered and the lower part of her body tingled in a very thrilling way. She wanted nothing more than for him to turn his head so she could feel the softness of his lips next. Stunned, she pulled back.

Their gazes locked, and the air seemed to still between them. His gray eyes held her captive. She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t break this magnetic hold Lance had had on her since that moment in the alley. And damn it—she didn’t want to. It’d been a long time—too long—since she’d been attracted to a man like him. Maybe she never had been. Lance was different.

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Abby lives in North Carolina with the love of her life and their combined gaggle of kids. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to catch up on an endless pile of laundry and find time to get some much needed reading in.

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It’s a TWITTER #party with 4 awesome #authors tonight 2/17/16 #prizes #fun



Are you up for a party?

~~My publisher Entangled Publishing has organized an awesome event~~

Join me and 3 other authors on Twitter tonight. Between the fun, laughs, and conversation we’ll be handing out Scavenger Hunt questions and prizes. FUN FUN FUN!!!

The Naughty and Nice Scavenger Hunt and Twitter party is happening tonight from 8 pm until 10 pm EST.

Authors who will be partying are:

8:00-8:30 – Sherilee Gray

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