What’s Next? More Wolves!

Betrayed-Becca_Jameson-500x800My next release is Betrayed, the 6th book in the Wolf Gatherings series. It releases October 2 with Hartwood Publishing! It should be available for preorder on Amazon any second now! Waiting… Waiting…

Blurb:

Heather Peters is recovering from her recent kidnapping at the sprawling Spencer ranch in northwest Texas. After witnessing more in the last few weeks than anyone should see in a lifetime, she needs the relaxation the Spencers and their ranch provide while applying for nursing jobs all over the country.

Marcus Cunningham is hovering on the edge of the Spencer ranch, watching closely to ensure the place is indeed a refuge where he might find peace from his family, the leaders of the Romulus, a subversive shifter organization run by his grandfather.

When Heather is bitten by a rattlesnake and goes down hard right before Marcus’s eyes, he has a moral obligation to approach and ensure the woman is okay. Not only is she in danger, but she’s his mate.

As events unfold, Marcus must face his mate and the Spencers with the information that will implicate his grandfather and cause a necessary battle between shifters battling to preserve their way of life, the North American Reserves, and rogue criminals, the Romulus. The future of all shifters depends on Marcus’s skill and knowledge.

Excerpt:

Marcus watched her every expression. Heather Peters was gorgeous. He couldn’t stop panting at her feet. Her red hair was disheveled around her face, the curls falling in every direction even though she tried repeatedly to tuck them behind her ears. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, enticing him when she scrunched up her face. Her eyes bored into him, the green depths seeming to reveal her deepest, darkest secrets.
When she flattened and stared at the ceiling, he settled more comfortably at her feet. He hadn’t eaten since early yesterday, but he could go a long time in wolf form without food.
What he couldn’t do was stay away from Heather. He’d tried. All night he’d wandered the woods, pacing. But by morning he knew it was a lost battle. He needed to be near her. Even if he didn’t shift, he needed to know she was okay. Healing. Recuperating. The rest he would figure out as he went along. First, he could at least get a better feeling for these people inside their home rather than pacing the edge of the forest.
Not to mention the fact she was bound to tell them about him. He decided he was better off coming forward rather than being found roaming the property.
He had enough hurdles to surmount without adding creepy stalker to the mix.
What he hadn’t figured into the equation was the way her presence would slam him in the chest and take his breath away. In human form in a trapped room, it was worse. She was his. Did she know that? She seemed interested in getting to know him, but she hadn’t specifically said anything about them being mates.
“Thank you,” she muttered as she pulled her damn sheet higher.
For what? For rescuing her? He hadn’t really done anything. She’d done all the work. All he’d done was lie next to her and then nudge her into action.
Someone knocked at the door, and Marcus lifted his head and swung toward the opening, immediately going on the defense.
“You doing all right in here?” It was yet another brother. He’d ascertained there were at least three brothers. Though he thought he remembered there being a fourth from his youth. They all looked like their father, so it was easy to figure out.
The latest man glanced at Marcus and furrowed his brow. He came farther into the room. “Is he going to shift?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. He’s not saying.” Heather grinned, and Marcus nearly swallowed his tongue when a gorgeous smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes until they sparkled.
The newcomer smirked. “Guess not. Weird.” He turned toward Marcus. “I’m Drake. I guess you met my dad and my brother, Scott.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels as he turned back to face Heather. “He’s a chatty one, huh.”
“Yeah. I can’t rest with all his yammering.” She smiled again.
Marcus would gladly stay in wolf form forever if it meant seeing the twinkle in her eye.
Drake reached a hand forward, and Marcus growled before he could stop himself, lifting up on all fours.
Drake lifted both arms up. “Easy, fellow. I was just going to pour her some water. Her lips are dry. She hasn’t had enough to drink since she was bitten.” He slowly lowered his hands until he picked up the pitcher and poured a glass, only taking his gaze off Marcus for short instances.
Heather sat up, pulling her legs away from Marcus’s snout. She narrowed her gaze at him. She wasn’t laughing now. “Stop it.”
He conceded marginally, knowing his actions were unreasonable. Everything about this decision to come forward was unreasonable. He’d done so for purely selfish reasons in the end. He needed to know if it was true. That this woman, Heather Peters, was indeed his mate. It didn’t matter he wasn’t about to shift for her. He simply wanted to be certain she was safe, healing…and his.
Now that you know, what are you going to do with that information, big guy?
“Kinda protective, isn’t he?”
“Yeah.” She looked directly at Marcus while she spoke.
Drake handed Heather a glass of water. He turned toward Marcus. “Hey, if you want to get the next glass, be my guest.” And he turned and strolled from the room.
Marcus panted. He did want to get the next glass. He wouldn’t, but he wanted to. There were a lot of things he wanted, but life didn’t always throw the best curve balls. Claiming a mate at this juncture was beyond selfish. Marcus had nothing to offer this woman except a pile of horrific information concerning his own flesh and blood. She would freak out if she knew half of the shit he’d been a party to.
“So, how long are we going to hang out like this?” She set her glass down and crossed her arms. The blankets were tucked tightly against her chest. He wished she’d let them fall.
He sat back down with a sigh, jerking his attention back to his mate. He couldn’t have answered her if he wanted to. Right now he wanted to stare at her and make sure she was safe. He hadn’t thought past that yet.
She’s safe. You can see that. Why are you still here?
Heather scooted back down and held his gaze for a long time. Finally her eyes fluttered shut, and she slept again.
Marcus inched forward slowly. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. There was plenty of space alongside her, and she couldn’t protest while asleep… He also couldn’t bring himself to leave her yet…
Someone was petting him… It felt so good, like his mother used to do when he was a small child. Slowly he opened his eyes, suddenly aware he’d fallen asleep. It had been a dream.
Only it wasn’t a dream. It was Heather. He stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted in a sweet position, indicating she was deep asleep. But her hand was on top of him, hugging him to her.
And he’d never been as happy as that moment. In sleep she craved his proximity. She’d pulled him closer, or perhaps she’d scooted toward him.
The room was bright. Midday. Marcus needed water. He eyed the pitcher on the bedside table with envy.
Heather stirred. A soft moan escaped her lips, and then she dug her hand deeper into his fur. A moment passed before she became alert enough to realize her position.
She bolted upright, releasing him. Her chest heaved. She brushed her hair from her face. “You scared the crap out of me.”
Marcus watched her breasts as they rose and fell, her nipples erect under the tight tank top. She was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it in this state. Or in any state, asshole.
“Still in wolf form, I see.” She inched away from him. “Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”
He was. But he didn’t move, not wanting her scent to disappear.
Heather shoved at him. “Get off the bed, you mutt. I need to use the bathroom.”
Marcus hesitated. If he could have laughed at her term for him, he would have. He glanced at her ankle. It looked much better. She could probably walk. He bounded from the bed, landing on all fours. He sat on his haunches as she swung her legs around and threw her blankets back.
Heather winced as she set her feet on the floor. “My bladder’s going to burst,” she muttered. She tentatively put pressure on her foot and then stood. “Ow. Son of a bitch, that hurts.”
Marcus leaped forward, though he hadn’t a clue what he could do to help.
As soon as she steadied herself enough to avoid falling, Marcus lifted his gaze from her feet. And God almighty. He sucked in a breath. Even in wolf form, he reacted to her.
Heather wore nothing but silk panties and a tank top. It was askew, almost revealing one breast. She hobbled forward, holding on to the bedside table as she moved toward the attached bathroom.
Marcus couldn’t move. He was in her way, but he was frozen in his spot, mesmerized by her sexy body. Her pale legs and arms matched her face, all wide expanse of glorious smooth skin dotted with freckles.
When she couldn’t get past him, she turned toward him. “Move. Geez.” And then she glanced down at herself. She righted her shirt and rolled her eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Have you never seen a woman in her underwear? Lord, wolfboy.” She set her hands on her hips, no longer doing her best to cover herself. “Dude. I don’t know if you realize this, but it seems you’re my mate. I can’t for the love of God figure out why you’re sitting at my feet all doggy like, but move so I can use the bathroom.”
Marcus hopped up and did as she said, inwardly chuckling at her endearments. Wolfboy? Mutt? Doggy? If he’d been in human form, he would have bust a gut laughing. She was right. This was absurd. But he didn’t have the courage to change. And until this moment, he hadn’t had any intention of changing ever. Could he do it? Leave this woman and walk away?
Heather passed him and hobbled to the bathroom. She shut the door, leaving him alone in the room. He glanced around her space. It was sparsely furnished, and there was nothing to indicate it was lived in full time by any particular person. The comforter at the foot of the bed was floral. Was Heather a floral kind of girl? He didn’t think so.
This wasn’t her room. It was a guest room. Did she not live in the main house? She didn’t appear to be related to the people who’d come in and out of the room. A bit too formal. Maybe she’d been visiting.
Or maybe she’s one of the women kidnapped by the North American Reserves last month. Marcus held his breath as he considered the option. It was possible, though he hadn’t seen evidence of any of the others. He hadn’t seen more than three women on the property at any time.
He had to agree with his mother. No way were the Spencers involved in something sinister. He’d been here for hours and no one had yet been anything other than polite and accepting, even though he’d given them no reason whatsoever to trust him.
Heather hobbled back into the room. She opened a drawer and pulled out a few things. She ignored him completely, and then she headed back for the restroom. Seconds later, he heard water running. The shower.
If she hadn’t closed the door entirely, he didn’t believe he would have been able to keep from nosing it open and watching her strip out of her meager clothing and duck under the spray. He licked his chops thinking about it.
In wolf form his ardor was at bay, but barely. If he shifted now, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He’d never wanted a woman as badly as Heather Peters in his life. And her feisty mannerisms and cocky mouth made him itch to claim her immediately. He couldn’t believe how strong the call to mate could be. Overpowering to the point of insanity.
He panted, staring at the bathroom door. He needed to shift, on a visceral level. He needed to claim this woman almost as bad as he needed his next breath. No, worse. Instead he growled low in his throat as he listened to the water running down the drain, knowing his mate was naked behind the door. Damn Fate and Her wicked, witty self.

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What next? by Lynn Lorenz/Theodora Lane

You might be wondering, what is that Lynn Lorenz/Theodora Lane up to these days?

Well, besides trying to get over the empty nest feelings of “hey, why didn’t the kids do the dishes?” I’ve been busy on the writing front.
Signed the contract with Loose Id for the next Lynn Lorenz Rougaroux Social Club werewolf book – Bayou des Enfants. Yeehaw! Should be starting edits soon. Have no idea when it will come out, readers. Sorry. But I’m sure the cover will look something like these…
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Theodora Lane is not doing too bad either. Contracts are in the mail for a new series, Maximus Force, about a group of ex-special forces guys set here in Texas, and their adventures in the rescue for hire business. It’s a three book deal, with the possibility for more, if sales are good. This is with Hartwood Publishing, formerly Taliesin Publishing. Same great people, just a name change. Here are some of their wonderful covers for my books with them…
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Lynn is also planning on writing the next Werewolf Fight League book and the next Locke and Blade story too! WWFL is from Loose Id and Locke and Blade is from Amber Quill Press. Wow, I managed to wedge a ton of covers into this post. Nice! Cuz they’re pretty!
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So I’ve got some writing to do as you can see. Along with a few other things I’ve started and need to finish before subbing them.

There is no rest for the wicked…

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Guest Post: Sofia Grey–Lila’s Wolf

Lila’s Wolf blog tour

 

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The one with the fluffy plans and the dark ideas

 

 

 

The Out of Time series was originally intended to be something quite fluffy – a series of super-hot short stories, with characters going back in time, to sample lovers through the ages. Fun, hot, sexy. I might still write that idea one day.

 

When I started work though, and my characters began to talk to me, something different emerged. Darker, more emotional. My ideas for the future society took shape, and I realised my characters wouldn’t be so free and easy. They were constrained by their society, and their own laws.

 

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They weren’t used to love, had no experience of casual, light relationships, and so when they do fall, they fall hard.

 

At this stage, I’ve plans for two more books in the series. The next, Clara’s Airman is set against the backdrop of World War 2, a period when emotions ran high – something my characters will be unused to. The third, Juliet’s Soldier, is going to be set a short time ago, comparatively speaking. At the moment, I’m placing it in the early 1990’s, when mobile technology was just starting out. Only twenty years ago, but a different society from today, and still primitive for my travellers.

 

 

Which period would you like to see a time travel story? Tell me in the comments, and you’ll go into the draw for the blog tour giveaway.

 

 

Excerpt

 

 

What he felt for Lila could not be defined and constrained by the life he was expected to live. True, the rules were starting to relax a fraction and some ranks were allowed to propose their own choice of partner, still to be approved by the Council, of course. But even if he found some way to propose for Lila, he would never be selected as her partner. His odd-colored eyes made him poor genetic material. His only chance for any kind of life with her would be if they left society for a colony. Or if they ran away to another time.

 

If he’d been able to persuade her, they could have joined up with the sprawling communities led by Ambrosius in the mountains. They’d have lived in a remote village, raised a family and led a simple but happy life together. He could see it in his head. Two, three, or even four little children with bright blue eyes and gleaming yellow hair. Chickens running wild, hunting dogs, and ponies gathered around the homestead. He’d be able to show Lila just how much he loved her, and living so far from habitation, it would have been almost impossible for the ghardians to find them.

 

Karma was a bitch sometimes. He’d wanted them to run away and evade the ghardians. Now he relied on them for rescue.

 

 

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Lila’s Wolf (Out of Time #1) is available 4 September 2014, from Hartwood Publishing

 

Genre: Dark time-travel romantic suspense

 

 

Tagline

 

The only way to save him, might be to leave him behind

 

 

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Blurb

 

When Lila Cammell is abandoned by her time-jump partner, leaving her alone in Britain in the Dark Ages, revenge is the only thing on her mind. She’d trusted Jared Grohl with her life and her heart, and bringing him to justice will be sweet.

Finding him captured and enslaved by the Saxons changes all her assumptions. Now it’s a fight for survival, but the only way to save him, might be to leave him behind.

 

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Video trailer

 

http://youtu.be/mUkzETR_T7E

 

 

 

Giveaway

 

I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card and a swag bundle to one lucky commenter. Just leave a comment at whichever site you visit, and you’ll go into the draw. The more sites you visit, the more chances you get to win J

 

 

 

Links

 

 

Amazon | AllRomance | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads | Hartwood Publishing

 

 

 

www.SofiaGrey.com

 

Catch me blogging with Allyson Lindt at www.GeminiGirls.com

 

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sofia.Grey.Romance.Author

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Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor

 

 

Blog Tour – find me here:

 

 

Date Host Blog post
8-Sept Barbara Kuhl

 

Google & conspiracy theories
9-Sept Tara Quan Vampire bonding & eye colours

 

10-Sept Parker Kincade

 

Picture books & virtual streets
11-Sept Pippa Jay

 

TARDIS & the grassy knoll
11-Sept Book Boyfriend Junkies Solar powered fridges & the right dress

 

12-Sept Rosanna Leo

 

Battlefield & giant library
12-Sept Diane Saxon Richard Hammond & exotic food

 

13-Sept Cover Reveals

 

14-Sept Bookly Booknatics

 

Ghardians & timelines
14-Sept Love, Lust & Laptops Fluffy plans & dark ideas

 

15-Sept A Coffee Addict’s Book Reviews
16-Sept Barb Taub – Writing & Coffee

 

Paradox & runaways
17-Sept Epic Narrative Book Reviews Beautiful society & Ghardians

 

17-Sept Those Crazy Book Chicks Loophole & ideas file

 

18-Sept Barbara Elsborg Rosemary Sutcliff & history classes

 

19-Sept Loralie Hall

  • Tetris & good bathrooms
    20-Sept JL Simpson

     

    Giant library & dodgy Utopia

     

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    Sofia Grey

     

    About Author

    Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

    Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.

     

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    My Book Wish List

    Hell on HeelsBack on August 28th, I shared my rabid love for Jayne Ann Krentz books to the point I’d made it a goal to own all her books (and mostly have succeeded but for several that were hard to find).  So, y’all already know that not only am I a romance author, but I’m also a romance reader.

    BTW I did read The Hot Zone by Jayne Ann Krentz w/a Jayne Castle and loved it.  I highly recommend it if you like her SFR books.

    Like Parker Kincade, my fellow LL&Ler, who shared what she’s looking forward to reading — I, too, have a Wish List of upcoming books. So, I thought I’d share them.

    They aren’t in any particular order, but are  the books I have on my Amazon Wish List. Some are coming out this month, some aren’t out until early next year.  But they all have one thing in common — I can’t wait to read them!

    Hell on Heels — Robyn Peterman — Funny, irreverently good reading.  Always a feel good read.

    A Deadly Web (Bishop Files Novel) — Kay Hooper — an offshoot of her Bishop/SCU novels.  I just finished Haunted last week.  Kay is still developing the romance/attraction between Hollis and Reese. This book brought Hollis that much closer to Reese who has already shown a patience most alpha-males would not possess.  I luurve Reese.  Hollis does too, she just needs to heal a bit more. :)

    Midnight Promises - Lisa Marie Rice — Midnight Angel still has to be one of my most favorite of her books.  This book takes place in that world.

    You Only Love Twice – Lexi Blake — Um, Lexi Blake – ’nuff said.

    Deacon  — Kristin Ashley — I’ve been waiting for another Unfinished Hero book and here it is — finally! Knight is still my fave.

    The Unleashing — Shelly Laurenston – a new series for Shelly.  I adore all her books. I have high hopes for this one.

    Dead Heat (Alpha and Omega) — Patricia Briggs — CAN. NOT. WAIT. I’m not a Mercy Thompson fan, but this series is a must-read for me–and a re-read.

    If He’s Daring — Hannah Howell — another Wherlocke book.  They are like candy.  Yum.If He's Daring

    Dream Eyes — Jayne Ann Krentz — and of course, I want anything JAK writes.

    Archangel’s Shadows – Nalini Singh — this series is so much more complex and nuanced than her other series.

    Unbinding — Eileen Wilks — This is supposed to feature more of the Hellhound and his mate, who were featured in a short story and had smaller roles  in one of the other Lupi novels.  Yay!

    All of Stephanie Laurens upcoming Cynster books and any off-shoots of them (there are several) — I highly recommend getting on her newsletter mailing list since she does a super job of letting her fans know what’s coming out and how they connect to her other books.

    Anything Cherise Sinclair is working on — Note, I am one of her critique partners so I get to see things at all stages and I’m sort of prejudiced in her favor. She is a brilliant writer and her books talk to me on all sorts of levels (yes, that is the English major talking) – – but I still buy them and re-read them like the fan girl I am. Next up is a book in her paranormal world (which she has announced on her FB page will feature a bear shifter) and another 1001 Dark Nights novella (which is still in the works – so I’m not saying which world until she does).

    I’m also excited to read Parker Kincade’s next book, Cowboy Redeemed:) Love me a Parker book!

    And Rosanna Leo’s new Predator’s Fire is on my Kindle burning up the battery power as we speak.

    And I have had the privilege, fan-girl that I am, to get an advanced review copy of the fourth Tai Randolph book by Tina Whittle, Deeper Than the Grave, (Poisoned Pen Press), which Tina will pimp on the LL&L blog in a guest appearance on November 2nd (um, rumor is there will be a give-away).  Can I just say – LOVED IT!  Tai and Trey’s romance is sweet and deep and gives me goosebumps.

    Those should keep me busy when I am not working on my own books (Storm Warning, SSI Book 4 is in progress).

    What are you looking forward to reading in the upcoming months? Share, so we can all add to our Wish Lists.

     

     

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    SEAL Team Heartbreakers – Book 4

    I’m turning my LL&L blog spot over today so Teresa Reasor, my friend and critique partner, can tell you about her new release, Building Ties, Book 4 in her SEAL Team Heartbreakers series. This book is filled with fast-paced suspense balanced with pre-marital jitters and of course smokin’ hot SEALs. Take it away, Teresa….

    Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I really appreciate it.

    Teresa Reasor, NY Times and USA Today Bestseller

    Teresa Reasor, NY Times and USA Today Bestseller

    Not many people get to work doing their dream job, but I am so blessed that I actually write full time. I love every day. I get up and can’t wait to get to my computer then lose myself in my stories and characters.

    With my latest release, Building Ties, I’m revisiting Tess Kelly and Brett Weaver from Breaking Through, Book 2 of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series. They’re getting married and of course things have a way of going crazy when you’re getting ready to say I do. Or at least it has for them.

    Here’s the blurb:

    Building Ties (Book 4 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series)

    Navy SEAL Brett ‘Cutter’ Weaver is on a mission in Nicaragua when he learns his bride-to-be, Tess Kelly, has been injured in a car bombing. At Homeland Security’s demand, he’s rushed home on the next available transport and arrives to find Tess, a local reporter, embroiled in three controversial stories. One may offer the key to her attacker.

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    Building Ties, Book 4 of SEAL Team Heartbreakers Available NOW!

    On top of the emotional and physical upheaval of the bombing, Tess has been offered the journalistic opportunity of a lifetime at the Washington Post. If she accepts the job, she and Brett face living on opposite sides of the country. With their wedding two weeks away, she has temptations to face and tough decisions to make.

    Serving as her security detail, Brett sees Tess’s remarkable investigative reporting skills in action, and acts as her sounding board and partner. He’s willing to sacrifice to ensure her happiness, but more, he wants to keep her safe. Because there’s a killer stalking her, and one interview at a time, they mean to catch him.

    And here’s an Excerpt:

    The police and the FBI were so focused on her position as a newspaper reporter, they’d forgotten she was like any other woman. They’d also shrugged aside her suspicions, ignored the information she’d gathered, and instead fixated on her car going up like a failed moon launch. They had decided the incident was a terrorist attack. All because of the actions taken against Brett and Captain Jackson over a year ago.

    She’d bet her next paychecks terrorists didn’t have a damn thing to do with her car blowing up. This attack hadn’t been directed at Brett, but at her.

    Mary Stubben had been killed and someone believed the secretary had passed on important information to Tess. She was convinced of it. Things aligned too precisely for it to be anything else.

    But if Mary had gathered more evidence against her boss, where was it?

    Tess pushed away from her desk and wandered toward the window, then stopped. She’d been told to stay away from the windows. “Damn!” This was driving her crazy.

    A tap interrupted the thought, and she caught her breath. Her heart raced. Brett. She rushed to open the door. The same young police officer stood outside. “You’re fiancé is on his way up,” he said with a grin. “Thought I’d give you a heads up.”

    Leaving the door open, Tess hurried to the living room mirror. She finger-combed her hair and checked her makeup. She smoothed the sleek shift she’d put on for Brett. The last time she’d worn it he’d told her he loved the way it made her legs look a mile long.

    Approaching steps sounded in the hallway, and she hurried to the door again.

    Brett shouldered a heavy green duffle. His cammies looked faded and well worn. A heavy beard shaded the lower half of his face. Exhaustion darkened the skin beneath his eyes, but the moment he saw her, he smiled. He dropped the duffle bag in midstride and rushed toward her with the determination of a man who hadn’t seen his woman in ten months.

    Tess reminded herself she wasn’t going to cry, but as she hurried forward to meet him, tears pricked her eyes. Her arms encircled his neck and she buried her face against his shoulder. He crushed her against him, causing both pain and pleasure.

    She ignored it and clung to him. Emotion spilled over her, and the tears she’d managed to hold back streamed down her cheeks in a rush.

    “I’ve missed you so much,” Brett broke the silence, his voice husky.

    She couldn’t speak, could only continue to hold him. He smelled of outdoors, machine oil, and him. His body, muscular and strong, rested tightly against hers, giving her a sense of shelter and care.

    “I dream of how you smell,” Brett murmured as he pressed his lips against her throat. “Good thing since I’ve been living with a group of guys who reek like wet dogs who’ve wallowed in a swamp. Worse—a stagnant swamp. I may bury my nose in the crook of your neck for the next week. It’ll take that long to forget.”

    Despite her tears, Tess laughed and tipped her head back to look at him.

    Brett brushed the wetness from her cheeks with his thumbs, his pale blue gaze trailing over her face, searching and tender. He bent his head and kissed her, the pressure of his mouth, gentle, loving. “Are you okay?”

    Tess nodded. “Now you’re here I’m better.”

    He rested his lips against her forehead, then tucked her in close against his side.

    “We’re always stronger together.”

    “Yes, we are,” she agreed.

    Aware of the young police officer waiting, witnessing their reunion, she turned to him, taking Brett’s hand. “Brett, this is Officer Stanifer.”

    Brett offered his other hand. “Thanks for keeping my fianceé safe.”

    Stanifer actually blushed while he shook hands. “No problem. I’ll get your bag.” He lifted the heavy duffle, set it inside the apartment, and took up his post again. Brett thanked him.

    Tess closed the door and leaned against it. The dark rings beneath Brett’s eyes stood out in the shadowed apartment. Moved by the need to take care of him, she said,

    “How does a meal sound? I haven’t eaten anything since a bowl of oatmeal early this morning.”

    “Food sounds good. Later.” He stepped close and wrapped her in his arms again. “I just need to hold you for a while, Tess.”

    Something in his tone gripped her throat with emotion. She nodded and, sliding her arms around his waist, nestled as close to him as she could get.

    His voice grew hoarse. “For a moment, when Lieutenant Harding told me what had happened, I thought I’d lost you.”

    “I’m okay. A bit bruised here and there.”

    He brushed back her hair, raised her chin and pressed his lips to hers.

    Brett had been tender, passionate, and playful with her. She had seen him in every mood, or so she’d thought—until now.

    “I love you,” he said, his expression serious.

    She caressed his check. “I love you, too.”

    “I want you to tell me who you think might have done this. I don’t believe it was another terrorist group from Iraq or Afghanistan.”

    “Have the men from homeland security been questioning you, too?” she asked.

    “Yeah. I was questioned for about four hours as soon as my plane landed at the Naval Air Station on North Island.”

    So that was why he was so late. And why he looked so exhausted. He’d come out of the field, then had to go back over everything that had happened at Captain Jackson’s house, no doubt in exhaustive detail, and for the hundredth time.

    “I’m sorry. I don’t think it was terrorists.” She ran a soothing hand along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his beard. “I believe it was a man named Jonathan Frye. He’s the CEO of a construction company, and I think he’s responsible for at least three deaths. But Homeland Security and the FBI are fixated on terrorists and don’t believe anything I’m saying. Or if they do, they’re too busy ruling other possibilities out to look into this one.”

    He sighed. “Once I get some shuteye, eat something, and make love with you about half a dozen times, we’re going to chase some truth. How does that sound?”

    “Meaning you’re going to help me do some investigative journalism?”

    “That’s exactly what I mean.”

    Two full days trapped in the apartment had left her with nothing to do but stew about everything. She was ready to go out and kick some journalistic butt. She smiled. “Which do you want to do first?”

    Brett laughed. “Sounds like a trick question.” He touched her forehead with his lips. “I’d get the job done. Then fall asleep for about a week. I’d rather be in shape enough to talk coherently after we make love.”

    “How about a meal, a nap and then we’ll see where that takes us?”

    “Perfect.”

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    Breaking Ties

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    Breaking Ties was released in an anthology titled Hot Alpha SEALs: Military Romance Megaset.

    Here’s the blurb for it.

    Navy SEAL Oliver ‘Greenback’ Shaker is used to making sacrifices in service to his country. Yet he’s blindsided when he returns from a training rotation and learns his wife, Selena has struggled with a terrible secret in his absence—a secret which might require a sacrifice he’s not prepared to make.

    Faced with a life threatening illness, Selena wants to follow the same code of strength and perseverance her husband does as a SEAL, but she can’t go it alone. She needs a team, led by her husband, to see it through. But in Oliver’s line of work, his military duty must come first.

    Still reeling after her first diagnosis they then learn Selena is also pregnant. Now with two lives hanging in the balance, the emotional and physical toll stretches the ties that bind their marriage to the breaking point. But true to the SEAL code, Oliver never gives up. And Selena proves valor doesn’t just live on the battlefield, but in every person’s heart.

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    I hope you’ve enjoyed my excerpt and blurbs. Thanks to KaLyn again for having me!!!

    Read on,

    Teresa Reasor

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    Loving a good ol’ boy

    Remember the theme song to the Dukes of Hazzard TV show? Waylon Jennings crooned about good ol’ boys never meaning no harm, and ladies all over the globe shivered in their seats over Tom Wopat and John Schneider.

    There’s just something about a good old boy, isn’t there?

    Grab a handful of romance books off the nearest shelf and I guarantee you many of the heroes will fit this description. Whether they be ranchers or outdoors men or local sheriffs, women love these heroes.

    My men from the Gemini Island Shifters series are no different. Ensconced in the rugged terrain of northern Ontario, these are men who understand the earth and who spend more time appreciating their women than their hair products. (Well, most of them anyway. I think Soren Snow from book 2 might like his hair gel, but he’s a superstar, so we’ll forgive him.)

    But what is it exactly that makes a good old boy so appealing? I have some theories.

    1) I think we can assume a good old boy, no matter his profession, knows how to use his hands. And in using those hands to climb mountains or chop wood, he’s probably developed some mighty fine musculature.

    2) A good ol’ boy would never back down from a fight, especially in order to protect his woman or family. If someone threatened Daisy, do you think Bo and Luke wouldn’t have swung for him? (Sure, they might have had a car chase first, but you know what I mean.)

    3) When I think of a good ol’ boy hero, I picture someone rugged, not fussy about his appearance. Yes, we all want our man to be well-groomed, but I prefer a man in worn jeans, rather than today’s metrosexual. You wouldn’t catch any self-respecting good old boy flipping through fashion magazines.

    4) I think a true good old boy has a little bit of mystery about him. He’s the man standing at the back of the bar, appraising you through hooded eyes, rather than the obnoxious professional trying to buy you a fancy drink you don’t want. The good old boy might not say much. He might even appear a little surly at times. But something about his reserved nature draws you in, makes you curious.

    It’s very easy fantasizing about a good old boy. A woman need not get caught up in silly fantasies involving glass slippers and a coach and four. With a good old boy, all you need is a bale of hay, a warm stable and each other.

    I’m very proud to present my newest good old boy hero to you. Yesterday saw the launch of Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5. Killian Moon, my jaguar shifter, is the latest man to capture a woman’s heart at the Ursa Lodge. And I think you’ll find he does it effectively.

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    Thanks to everyone who made my release day so special yesterday. I appreciate all the retweets and shares for this book. Your love for this series means the world. In case you missed it, Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, is now available at Amazon and http://www.lsbooks.com/predator-s-fire-p946.php

    Blurb:

    When Nina Suzuki discovers the body of her best friend Janine, her world turns upside down. Things go from bad to worse when Janine’s corpse seems to transform into that of a large, brown wolf. For the first time, Nina is faced to confront all the clues indicating her BFF was not what she seemed. A letter from the dead woman opens Nina’s eyes to a strange, new world. The same letter warns of a sinister group called the Alpha Brethren, and urges her to find Killian Moon of the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island.

    Killian Moon is a jaguar shifter and teen mentor at the Ursa Lodge in Northern Ontario. He may be a comfort and inspiration to confused teen shifters, but he also has a fiery past. His past comes back to haunt him when human Nina arrives at the resort, demanding to speak with him. Demanding answers. Can he trust her with knowledge that will not only change her life, but possibly endanger those around him?

    As Killian begrudgingly tutors Nina on all things shifter, their mutual curiosity flares into passionate need. Once they touch, once they succumb to desire, there is no going back. Killian realizes Nina is his mate and they both begin to comprehend the terror threatening those on their shifter-friendly island. He is forced to confront the tragedy in his family and determines to protect Nina at all costs.

    But can they protect everyone they love from a cult of dangerous shifters, intent on horror and destruction?

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    Parker’s Top Ten : TBR List

    Happy Thursday naughty readers!

    First – congrats to the BINGO winners. We all hope you enjoyed playing with us!

    Okay – now on the the business at hand. It’s been awhile since I’ve done a top ten. So, in the spirit of fantasy football (yeah, I do) – I give you my TBR lineup for the fall.

    Of course, with thousands to choose from on all my shelves and various devices, I reserve the right to change my mind. :-) So, in no particular order:

    Parkers Top Ten TBR

    1. Vipers Run by Stephanie Tyler. This is a new MC series for Stephanie that combines two of my favorite things: Military men and badass motorcycles.

    2. Own the Wind by Kristen Ashley. Another MC series – are you starting to see a pattern? Hot dudes on motorcycles – I’m in.

    3. Hell on Wheels by Julie Ann Walker. I know, I know. You are probably beginning to think I’m predictable (you’d be wrong!). I met Julie in San Antonio – got some really silly pics of us together too. She’s a cool chick and I’ve been wanting to read this series for quite some time. I ended up getting several of the other books (signed, of course) while I was there, too!

    4. Straddling the Line by Jaci Burton (you predict that?). I mean, come on. Have you seen her covers? I love this Play-by-Play series, so having this book in my lineup was essential.

    5. Hillbilly Rockstar by Lorelei James. Now, normally I’d have read this the moment it came out. I’ve been a little busy trying to finish my own western romance, Cowboy Redeemed (two scenes to go!), so I haven’t gotten to Lorelei yet. She’s a fav, so very excited to dive in!

    6. Immortal by JR Ward. I mentioned these weren’t in any particular order, right? ‘Cause this book comes out on October 7th … and I will drop whatever I’m doing (probably at midnight) to read this one. I’m a die-hard JR Ward fan. :-)

    7. Mercy by Helen Kay Dimon. Okay, so here’s the deal. I kept seeing these intriguing ads for this book all over the hotel elevators at the RWA conference in San Antonio. I even snapped a photo (something I do a lot) to remember I wanted to read it. Lucky for me, I later met Helen and she signed a copy of this book for me! SCORE!

    8. Masked Cowboy by Sarah M. Anderson. Sarah is one of my fellow blog gals over on the Wild and Wicked Cowboys blog. Actually got to hang with her briefly in San Antonio and she made me sorry I didn’t have my cowgirl hat with me. :-)

    9. Hard as it Gets by Laura Kaye. Another that’s been on my device awhile. I’ve managed to keep buying the series so, I’ve got them all, now it’s time to get started! I love tats almost as much as motorcycles. *swoon*

    10. I’m reserving this spot for any and all of the releases happening with my Love, Lust and Laptop ladies. I get behind sometimes gals, but I do read your books!! Dear reader – you should too. :-)

    So there you have it. My subject-to-change-on-a-whim-or-new-release top ten TBR lineup. What about you? What are you reading? Anything on pre-order?

    Thanks for hanging out with me today!

    Until next time,

    ~Parker

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