Friday, 29 April 2016

A Breath of Heaven EL CAMINO REAL BOOK 1

A Breath of Heaven El Camino Real, book 1 by Sable Hunter a Cowboy Western Romance Cade and Abby have a history. Years ago they were in love. Undeclared and unrequited, Cade waited until Abby was old enough for him to declare his love. Abby wanted nothing more than she wanted Cade.

But something happened.

Abby pushed Cade away and he never knew why. Since then, sparks fly when they’re together. Antagonizing one another has become their favourite sport. The only problem is… it’s all a front. They bicker because they both want the same thing – each other. A wedding brings them together and Cade is determined to learn Abby’s secret. He’ll do whatever it takes to win her love.

Meet the King Family of El Camino Real – five brothers, one sister and a legacy as big as Texas.

*18+ Contains Adult language and situations*


“Oh, really?” He stood up. “I’m not really afraid of you, Abby. Tell me, what do you do when you’re aroused?” He laid down his napkin.
“Do you touch yourself?” He took a step or two toward her end of the table.
Abby stood up, panic washing through her bloodstream. “Don’t you come anywhere near me, Cade Tallbull.”
“Do you run your hands over that sweet little body?”
He was coming closer, stalking her. Abby retreated. “Excuse me, I need to do the dishes. Why don’t you watch television, or better yet...” She brightened. “Why don’t you go take a dip in the stock pond? I put some testicle eating fish in there especially for you.”
Cade shook his head. “Nah, I saw ice on the pond when I drove up. And believe me, you want me to keep the boys safe.” He rubbed his package. “You might find a use for them someday soon.” Cade took another step closer to her. “But we could shower together.” This was fun. “Stop fighting it, Abby. Stop fighting me. You know you still want me. Admit it.”
Abby wasn’t admitting a damn thing. She glanced over her shoulder, measuring how far it was to her bedroom door. She needed a path to a fast get-away. “The dishes can wait till tomorrow. I’m tired.”
Cade wasn’t giving up. “When you touch yourself, do you ever think of me? When you rub your little clit and pinch your nipples, do you ever call out my name? Cade, oh, Cade, I want you, Cade.” He mimicked her voice.
He was about three feet away and aroused, heavily aroused. Abby could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. She stared, mesmerized and confused. Was that for her? “Me? Call your name? Never!” Lie. Lie. All lies.
"So, you do masturbate, don’t you? At least I admit that much.” He reached out for her.
And when he did, Abby turned and ran like the devil himself was after her. She sprinted across the room, down the hall, into her bedroom and slammed the door. And locked it. Then, she leaned back against it, clasping her heart, trying to catch her breath. She wasn’t scared of Cade. She was scared of herself.
Abby Grace King wanted Cade Tallbull more than she wanted life.
But she couldn’t have him. Ever.
She was just about to step away from the door when she heard him...
“Abby?” Cade’s whispered voice came from the other side of the door. She jumped. “Abby?”
“Go away, Cade.” She begged, desperate to have him – desperate to keep him at arm’s length.
“I’m going to be in bed just on the other side of the wall, thinking about you. Listen for me, Abby. You just might hear me moaning your name when I cum.”
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I’m gonna kill him.” She heard him chuckle as he turned and went to his door.
"Goodnight, Abby,” he called. “Dream about me.”


Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream


Thursday, 28 April 2016





Gracie Sinclair just wants life to return to normal.

Now a widow and picking up the pieces after the death of her husband, she delves into her work, seeking a new normal, until she bumps into a handsome stranger who derails her orderly life, completely.

Luke can’t wait for the week to be over. Having built an engineering company into a multi-million pound enterprise in record time, he feels...empty. Nothing satisfies him anymore, not even having weekenders in his bed. But when he bumps into a woman—literally—on his way out of a bar, realizing she is his last meeting before he goes on holiday, his plan of staying away from relationships takes a nose dive. He wants Gracie Sinclair.

Gracie learned a long time ago how insincere love can be, so when Luke decides to become part of her life, she tosses up every obstacle to dissuade him until he breaks down her walls and makes her realize that her life can only be complete with Luke by her side.

However, something sinister from Luke’s past threatens the happiness they have struggled to find. If he concedes, he will become criminally liable and lose everything. 

If he refuses, he loses Gracie’s heart…

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Minutes later sunshine replaced the grey clouds, a precursor for better things to come. Gracie and Noreen had just put the finishing touches to their table when cars started coming inside the manor's grounds. Children waited inside the cars before parents and grandparents opened their doors to let them out. Colourful jackets, coats, and parkas made for a rainbow that decided to take a break from arcing over the skies. Smells of sausages and grilled hamburgers with a pinch of strong coffee soon wafted through the fare. People queued for food. Others perused the items on sale, from pottery and glass jewellery to different cheeses made in several parts of the country. Tasting trays of small breads and crackers with dollops of jam or cheese made their way on food stall tables for people to sample. Some crowded a few booths while other booths waited for people to gather around them. By noon, the swell of chatting groups and shouts of butchers selling fresh slabs of meat mixed with the shrieks, laughter, and whining of children.
"Thank you." Gracie smiled at a buyer, while Noreen handed over the change for another purchase.
"Oh my God, Gracie, can you believe it?" Noreen's face had a happy smile. "The fair isn't closing for a few hours yet and we're down to just one crate."
"And I should say well done, you." Gracie enveloped her friend in a warm hug.
"Girl, they didn't just buy my stuff. They also bought yours." The lilt in Noreen's voice belied her serious face. "Well done, apprentice."
Gracie laughed. "Thank you. I have a wonderful teacher."
A dusky blush coloured Noreen's caramel skin. She was the epitome of elegance no matter even if she was in dungarees. Her braided hair was tied with a piece of cloth at the nape of her neck, where several necklaces with tiny ceramic beads clicked against each other whenever she moved. Her softly kohl rimmed eyes sparkled with excitement and could be liberally laced with mischief, but not this time. Pure joy radiated through her in the way her mouth lifted in the biggest of smiles and the way she engaged potential buyers in conversation. Her enthusiasm, contagious.
Noreen waved her hand dismissively at Gracie's compliment. "We will start trading compliments very soon."
Gracie grinned, shaking her head. She bent down to get more ceramic bowls from the crate, gently taking them out from the bed of bubble wrap, unmindful of the quiet behind her. "We'll need to take out this blue and grey set of salad bowls, Noreen." She straightened up, turning towards her friend. "Where should I put..." Surprise slammed into her like a freight train. "these..."
"Hello, Gracie." Whatever chill she felt abated in the banked fire in his blue eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
His eyes gleamed with amusement. "It is the weekend fair. People come to enjoy it."
Colour flooded her cheeks. Dumb, Gracie. Just dumb. "Yes. Right. Well...enjoy the day then." She turned to Noreen, who watched the exchange with curiosity. "I'm going to get coffee. Do you want anything?"
"I'll get it," Luke interjected. Noreen had just opened her mouth to speak and kept it open as she turned to Luke before she pursed her lips.
"It's not necessary," Gracie said.
"Gracie, please let me."
"Why don't you both go and get me coffee," Noreen retorted wryly. "Better yet get me the huge cafetière because seriously I feel like I'm watching a table tennis match."
Gracie scowled. Luke chuckled.
"Good idea," he said. "Gracie?"
Not wanting to belabour the point, Gracie turned to get her small purse and slung it diagonally across her chest. She refused to acknowledge of the sudden loud thudding of her heart and the turmoil that seemed to be usurping the calm inside her belly. She could also feel Noreen's gaze on her, but she refused to look at her friend, opting to make her way out of their stall to join Luke.
"Luke! Baby!"
The strong cloud of perfume arrived first before a woman flung herself at Luke, capturing his mouth in a kiss that had a few passers-by gawk, glance with surprise, and snicker. Gracie stopped mid-stride, sighing and shaking her head.
She gave Noreen a curt smile. "I'll be back with the coffee."
She continued walking, her wellies splashing over puddles that hadn't been dried by the sun. The warmth she felt at the sight of Luke became colder than the fall weather. She ground her teeth at his girlfriend's shrill laughter.
She was such a fool. She felt used. Degraded.
She swallowed against the lump lodged in her throat. She wasn't going back to the stall. Noreen would understand her need for silence. For solace. Knowing Luke's penchant for following her, Gracie allowed herself to be lost in the crowd, choosing to weave her way through the thickest group of people. Not even the obnoxious dressed for the Ascot races man sputtering his importance at a group of rowdy teenagers made her stop. She stole a glance back. Luke was nowhere in sight. Relieved, she made her way to the stall from where the aroma of rich, strong coffee came from. She groaned in frustration. A lot of people seemed to have the same idea as the queue formed a straight line perpendicular to the stall. If she went to the end of the waiting line, Luke would no doubt see her and that was the last thing she wanted. She nearly stomped her foot in annoyance.
"Bloody nuisance," she gritted before she abandoned her mission and opted to leave the fair for the quieter part of the manor grounds. Fishing out her mobile, she typed a quick text to Noreen.
Just needed to get away. Will be back in half an hour.
A few minutes later, her phone vibrated. Okay, but you owe me an explanation. And who the hell is the woman nearly clinging around your guy like a boa constrictor?
Gracie's thumbs flew over the QWERTY board. He's not my guy!
Noreen texted back. Uh huh.
Gracie huffed, not bothering to reply.


Luke Bryce was leaning against her office door. He wore denims and a pastel blue Ralph Lauren button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show his muscular forearms. The logo was discreet unlike the brand's other shirts that seemed to scream that the horse and rider were just about to join the charge of the Light Brigade.
She resumed walking.
"Mr. Bryce, you should have waited for me to get you from reception," she said, trying to inject displeasure in her tone when she was feeling the opposite.
"It's Luke, Gracie. I want you to call me that."
Her eyebrow lifted of its own volition.
"What is it you wanted?" she asked, not bothering to say his name. Irritation flashed in his eyes before it was gone. Slight apprehension uncoiled inside her. Gracie hacked it with a mental knife.
This man wasn't Jonathan. This man was the opposite and her body knew it.
"Let's talk inside your office."
Gracie saw that the receptionist had left her post and was watching their exchange with interest.
"Very well," she muttered, walking towards him to open the door. As she did, his cologne drifted to her nose, and she inhaled deeply. His body heat embraced her, ratcheting her awareness of this virile man who had no problem invading her personal space, making her very aware of his sex appeal. He was so near that when he exhaled she could feel his breath close to her temple. Her sex pulsed at the contact.
She twisted the doorknob, walked ahead, and waited for him to come in. When she turned around after closing the door, he was standing so close to her that she had to tilt her head up. Her breath hitched when she saw his eyes smoulder, the heat in them burning a trail down her sternum to spread across her breasts. Heart in her throat and excitement running through her bloodstream, she took in everything Luke Bryce was. From the shadow that covered his jaw, to his deep set eyes that seemed to look into her very soul, and his wide mouth that she desperately wanted to kiss. Oh God, she wanted what he was offering. Her mind battled against itself. She wanted to move away and yet wanted to stay. He used her moment of indecision to cage her in with his hands against the door by her shoulders. If lust had a scent, Gracie knew what it was. Freaking hot, delicious, and damn good. It swirled around her in a sensual blanket, and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her clit, causing her core to moisten in response. Her nipples also responded by budding inside her bra, the lace sensually abrasive against the points.
"You lied to me," he said softly.
"Excuse me." Her eyes snapped to his deep blues.
He was unperturbed at her consternation. "You said you were married."
"I am Mrs. Sinclair."
"Yes, you are. Widow of Jonathan Sinclair."
She sucked in a sharp breath.
"It doesn't matter how I know, Gracie," he admonished gently, answering the unspoken question in her eyes. "Why did you make me believe you were still married?"
"What's it to you?"
“Why didn't you want to go out with me?"
She sighed, closing her eyes. Try as she might, she couldn't open them again as excitement seeped through her pores and pleasure slowly built inside her, warming her thighs, circling inside her belly before going up slowly, languidly to tease her nipples and add to the rapid rate of her heart. Oh God, this man was wreaking havoc on her body. Her lips parted when she felt Luke's breath brush her cheek, her face angling towards his involuntarily. She made a sound between a gasp and a moan when his tongue caressed her earlobe before tracing the shell of her ear. She felt like falling and raised her hands to push him away but as soon as her palms touched his chest, they heated, her fingers nearly curling against his pectorals. The flicker of desire inside her roared to life. Luke moved forward, pinning her to the door. She was not able to stop the soft and rapid pants coming out of her lips, and could feel her sex moisten further at the hardness of his arousal against her belly, igniting the fire that had been dormant for so long. She brushed her lips against his jaw. Luke didn't need any further prodding and turned his head to capture her mouth.
Sweet joy stormed into her very soul. Luke's tongue seared the seam of her lips, teasing, coaxing, exploring, before he parted the barrier her teeth put up to invade her mouth. He claimed her tongue, tasting it, flicking it, playing with it until Gracie growled softly and deepened the kiss. The kiss was rough and filled with unbridled need. Their tongues greedily explored, staked, and claimed. Their breaths became hot and heavy, each wanting to give and take as much as they could. Gracie moaned against Luke's mouth as her arms encircled his neck. She slanted her mouth to give him more access and the more he swirled his tongue with hers, the more he nibbled on her lips, the more liquid heat flowed from her core. Her mouth parted against his lips, taking in his breath as Luke's hands lifted her skirt to skim her stockings, teasing the lace band that held it up before drifting towards her mound. Gracie's breath came short and fast, and she moaned when Luke's finger teased her against the wet silken fabric.
"So wet, Mrs. Sinclair," he rasped. "Did I do this? Let me see if I've done a good job." He slipped his finger inside her panties and found her engorged bundle of nerves, spreading her wetness over it. "Yes, baby. It seems I did." His mouth dipped to suck the skin against her erratically beating pulse. Slowly, he rubbed, but Gracie couldn't get enough. He was toying with her. When she moved to direct his digit, Luke would move it away.
"Please." She sighed. He raised his head, his gaze filled with lust made her melt to a quivering mass. Her hips moved of their own volition, urging him to take her. "Luke."
That was all he needed to insert his finger inside her.


Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.




Driven (Driven, #1)Driven by K. Bromberg

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed meeting Colton and Rylee,
so much that I couldn't stop reading until I read the until
I had finished trilogy.
Rylee is caught up in grief after losing Max and the baby,
and certainly not looking for love.
Content to work with traumatised boys,
and she shares a flat with her good friend Haddy.
This started with a bang when Rylee gets accidently gets locked in storage cupboard.
When Colton opens the door it's lust a first sight.
I was hooked from the beginning, but it only got better.
This is a wonderful start to a great series.

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Monday, 25 April 2016


Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Come Love a Cowboy

Cover Final (with margo)Come Love a Cowboy
Western Romance Anthology
~ only $.99~
Eight stand-alone Contemporary Western Romance novellas from Bestselling and Award-Winning Authors.
From firefighters, bronco busters, and wealthy ranchers to bad boys, we have them all for you! If you've ever wanted to fall in love with a sexy, alpha cowboy of's your chance.
On sale for $.99 via Amazon: 

Luke’s Fate by Kathleen Ball
Meg O’Brien hoped never to lay eyes on the one man who broke her heart. To her dismay, Luke Kelly arrives at her ranch a much different and broken man. Can Meg ever forgive his callous treatment of her and help Luke become the man he used to be?
Grant Me The Moon by Caroline Clemmons
All Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder?
Three for The Win by Keta Diablo
Hollis should have known better than to fall for a bone-melting man like Stede. He’s gone now and Eli is left to pick up the broken pieces of her life.
Border Affair by Hebby Roman
When his partners’ daughter is kidnapped in México, a self-made millionaire must confront his feelings about their affair and the future of their relationship.
Leaving Necessity by Margo Bond Collins
Mac has one week to convince his ex-girlfriend Clara not to sell his oil company. In this high-pressure reunion, can they strike love again?
The Shape of Destiny by Julie A. D’Arcy
A young male shape shifter. A beautiful female ranch owner. Can love be born in a web of deceit?
Bad Boy, Big Heart by Andrea Downing
She’s a New Yorker escaping her parents. He’s a Wyoming cowboy supporting his dad. One summer, two young people—three months to find love.
Desert Heat by Patti Sherry-Crews
A single mother struggling to keep her guest ranch puts her own desires on hold. When a handsome and persistent fireman sets his sights on her, she must decide how much she’s willing to give.

Leaving Necessity by Margo Bond Collins
(also available as a stand-alone novella via Amazon:
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Can they strike love again?
At nineteen, Clara Graves left Necessity, Texas, to try to heal her broken heart. She swore she would never come back, and she's kept that promise for ten years. Until now. When she returns for her uncle's funeral, she inherits a small oil company that may keep her tied to Necessity for a few days longer than she expected. But as soon as she can close or sell the business, she's pointing her boots toward greener pastures.
To this day, Mitchell MacAllan regrets letting Clara go without a fight. But his whole life was in Necessity, and leaving town wasn't in the cards. As the foreman of Aerio Oil and Gas, he works hard to keep the townspeople employed and maintain the business, despite a recent downturn in petroleum prices.
Now Mac has less than a week to convince Clara that she should give Aerio a chance, and maybe even forgive him in the meantime. Otherwise, she will once again be leaving Necessity--and taking his heart with her, this time for good.
Leaving Necessity is also available in the Come Love a Cowboy Anthology

I had forgotten how big the sky is here.
Clara moved to the side of the caliche road, sidestepping several larger rocks in order to make her way to the edge of the small oil field—the ‘oil patch,’ Mitch had called it. Drawing in a deep breath, she could smell the dust and mesquite, even over the scent of the gas that hissed out of the pressure valve Mitch let go.
The orange rays of the sunset shot out from behind a distant limestone hill, streaking the clouds above with golden light. When she drew her eyes back down to the ground, everything seemed a little darker.
She couldn’t help but compare it to her life in New York. Despite the rhythmic sound of the compressor running the cricket-head well pump behind her, there was a sense of peace out here that came from being truly alone.
Or at least, as alone as she could manage with another person around.
Especially if that other person was Mitchell MacAllan.
Something about him still attracted her. Not necessarily physically—though that was still in the mix. No, it was the way they slipped into simply being in one another’s company, as if the last ten years hadn’t even happened.

About the Author & Social Media Links
Margo Bond Collins is addicted to coffee (mmm...caffeine) and SF/F television, especially Supernatural (mmm...Winchesters). She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and paranormal mystery. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although she teaches college-level English courses online, writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and the women who love (and sometimes fight) them.
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    ‪#‎westernromance‬ ‪#‎cowboyromance‬ ‪#‎bdsmromance‬ ‪#‎biker‬ ‪#‎hellyeahseries‬
    Isaac McCoy is every woman’s dream. He’s a cowboy, one of the Texas McCoy’s of Tebow Ranch – tall, dark, handsome and sexy as hell. To add to the mystery, he’s a biker – clad in black leather, riding a big Harley – he makes the girls swoon. To put it simply, Isaac is the black sheep of the family. And what his family doesn’t know is that he’s also a Dom. Always a little different from his brothers –Isaac has been into fast cars, fast women – and the kinkier side of sex. Until Avery. That’s right’s the Texas Badass has fallen for the angel of Kerrville County – the Baptist Preacher’s daughter – Miss Prim and Proper. And that will never do. As much as he wants her, Isaac pushes her away – sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
    Avery has been in love with Isaac for years and she’s ready to make her move. But Isaac makes it clear that they come from different worlds, there’s no way she can fit in to his life. She’s not the kind of woman he needs. So, Avery decides to take matters into her own hands. What she intends to do is take lessons in how to be a bad girl. Avery is determined to learn what it takes to please Isaac in every way. She’s seriously after her Badass – and soon, he’s not going to know what hit him.

    Sunday, 24 April 2016

    ARC Review: Sidebarred by Emma Chase

                                                       ARC Review: Sidebarred by Emma Chase

    Beyond Romance: A House Full of Music (#romance #rock #romance)

    Beyond Romance: A House Full of Music (#romance #rock #romance): By Janie Franz (Guest Blogger) Music is a huge part of my life. My new novel, Sugar Magnolia , offers homage to the artists who make th...

    Friday, 22 April 2016


    Serenity wanted to escape her past. Matt needed to finish his mission. Danger insisted on keeping them together.


    Shock immobilized Matt, the blood rushing out of his face.
    “Hurt you? Serenity, why the hell would I want to hurt you?” He took a step forward and Serenity cowered, pushing herself against the corner of the wall.
    “Don’t come any closer!”
    His mouth dried and he balled his hands into fists. Shit! What happened? He stopped and slowly crouched to her level.
    “Serenity...I’m not going to hurt you.”
    Serenity’s eyes were glazed with panic and desperation. From the wanton woman he held in his arms, she had changed to a broken girl with fear radiating from her in waves. It was so quick Matt didn’t know what to do. She was looking through him and not at him. Matt’s chest tightened. What the hell happened to her? Dammit, he was losing time. He looked up at the window, black hues of the sky shading off slowly to midnight blue. He looked back at her. He damn well couldn’t leave her this way.
    “Serenity?” Her eyes were clearing up but the tinge of trepidation still hung heavily around her. “Serenity, please talk to me.”
    Her blue eyes lost that dazed look but they were devoid of emotion, as though a curtain had fallen to cover what she really felt inside. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
    “I’m sorry,” she murmured almost to herself. “I lost it there for a moment.” She slowly stood up and, Matt followed. She watched him, the wariness gradually disappearing. She tilted her head to look at the window. She swallowed, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s nearly morning so—”
    “Stay.” Matt said. “I’m not taking no for an answer so don’t even try finding a reason not to.” He took a step forward. Her body slumped against the wall behind her as though in defeat. When he gathered her into his arms, Serenity froze before she gradually relaxed, placing her arms around his waist and held on. Tight. Her breathing was slow but she took huge gulps of air every time.
    “Do you know that you smell good?” Her head rested on his chest while her nose tickled the side of his neck. “If I could bottle this up and keep it with me, I would.”
    Matt relaxed and snorted. “I smell of sweat.”
    “No, Matt,” she pulled away to look up at him. “You smell of safety. And where I am right now, that’s more than good enough. It’s perfect.”
    Matt kissed her forehead and held her close again. Sighing he spoke, “I have to go. Stay here, please. I’d rather have you here safe than have you upstairs in your room screaming the house down.”
    Serenity’s pursed her mouth to stop herself from smiling but soon failed.
    “There,” Matt touched the corner of her mouth with a kiss. “That’s much better. When I come back we’ll talk.”
    “No buts,” Matt stepped back. “No, Serenity. Whatever you’re trying to run away from, you need to stop and get your bearings. If you don’t you’ll keep running and when there’s nowhere to turn, where will you go?”
    She looked at him with sadness that seemed to be deeply rooted inside her. Matt just wanted to find that unseen force causing her pain and beat the crap out of it. He wanted to stay and talk to her some more but his spidey sense was driving him loco.
    “I’ll see you later and I expect you to be here when I come back.”
    “Is that an order?” She gave him a soft smile. This time he was glad that it reached her eyes.
    “No, babe. It’s a request.” Matt curled his hand around her nape and brought her mouth to his, giving her a kiss that shook him down to his feet. He ended the kiss and placed his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” With one more hard kiss, he was gone.

    About Isobelle Cate:
    Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

    Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.



    Beneath These Lies (Beneath #5)
    Beneath These Lies by Meghan March

    My rating: 5 of 5 stars

    I loved the whole series because, each book is a standalone story,
    but you catch up with old friends from previous books.
    I read and when busy listened to the Audio edition,
    and listening to the wonderful Sebastian York and Andy Arndt is certainly no hardship.

    Wow, Rix as the love interest. We met him in some of the other books,
    the gang leader of the NODOs who ruled the bad areas in New Orleans.
    We met Valentina in Beneath these Scars.
    All I can say is it worked, the chemistry between them was of the charts.
    Rix's one liners are great, I am definitely in love Rix is the man for me.
    I have to say Meghan March has become a must buy for me,
    especially when I want to read about a sexy alpha male who becomes
    absolutely devoted to his woman.This book had it all, I loved it.

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    Beyond Romance: If it ain't broke... (#bdsm #eroticromance #giveaw...

    Beyond Romance: If it ain't broke... (#bdsm #eroticromance #giveaw...: By Ashe Barker (Guest Blogger) T hank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side. This series was my...

    Thursday, 21 April 2016

    Inner Goddess: SEAL for Her Protection

    Inner Goddess: SEAL for Her Protection: SEAL FOR HER PROTECTION SEALs of Coronado, Book 1 Paige Tyler I’m so excited to be here to talk about  SEAL FOR HER PROTECTION,...

    Tuesday, 19 April 2016


    Midnight’s Fate (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 4)
    Zac McBain is on a mission to a place that doesn’t exist – a place that disappeared thousands of years ago. The source of the Specus Argentum–the only silver that can harm the Cruors, is sought by not only Zac and the Ancients, but Dac Valerian as well.
    Hidden deep in the rainforests of Honduras, the present day town of La Nahuaterique, Faith Hannah is on a mission, both humanitarian and personal. Her medical mission is prompted by her wish to escape the problems that assail her in London. She never expected to be kidnapped and discover a whole supernatural world around her own–and she certainly didn’t expect to feel such a sudden, intense need and longing for one of them.
    As soon as Zac sees Faith deep in the woods, he’s lost to her. In the middle of a hard fought battle for the Specus Argentum, the passion fate has decreed between Zac and Faith begins to consume them.
    But the impending war between the Cynn Cruor and Scatha Cruor comes to a head. Secrets are unearthed, loyalties are doubted… and love must struggle to prevail.

    “Return to your brother, Xavier. Watch over him while I take care of the Señorita.”
    Xavier didn’t even nod. He just left. Zac gently lay her down on the cot easing his arm out from underneath her shoulder blades and the back of her knees. With the flickering light from the scone on the wall, Zac looked at her face in repose. Long lashes lay delicately like curtains over her cheekbones. Shadows danced across her oval face, her exotic cheekbones, her nose, her kissable mouth slightly parted with her breathing. Zac closed his eyes gently entering her mind searching for her name. Who was she? She didn’t look as though she was from the area. Faith Hannah. She wasn’t from here. Zac’s was having a hard time reading her mind. His face scrunched at the effort. Talk about running on the dregs of empty.
    “Just a little more,” he muttered. There. He found what he was looking for.
    She had indeed been kidnapped. Her memories flooded his mind. A medical mission. Sudden wealth.
    His weakened state broke the connection. He needed the serum. Fast.
    Zac was about to stand when he froze midway. Faith snuggled more to him and placed her arms around his neck.
    “Stay with me,” she whispered.
    Had she awakened? Her lids remained shut, her eyes moving underneath. She was dreaming. Invading a person’s dreams was something the Cynn Cruors could do the same way that they could read people’s minds. Zac had broken his connection with Faith to husband his strength. Besides, intruding into someone’s dreams wasn’t something he cared for. But now that she was dreaming of someone, jealousy hit like a brick thrown against his chest, and he would have given anything to know who he was. He couldn’t take advantage of her. He wouldn’t take advantage of her even if what he wanted to do was to kiss her senseless, bury his face between her thighs and lick her dry.
    He gently pulled her arms away from his neck.
    She stopped him. “Kiss me.”

    About the Author:
    Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.
    Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.
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    Thursday, 14 April 2016

    “The Rod of Iron” by Wade Fransson

    “The Rod of Iron” by Wade Fransson: A long and winding road comes to a fascinating and surprising end, as the journey that began with The People of the Sign reaches its climax. Riddle after puzzle after mystery is solved, as what one reviewer called a 'Relentless Search for Truth' connects the dots mapped out by the stars which the citizens of Bab-El sought to attain. This sweeping epic joins the ancient temples of Göbekli Tepe to prophetic writings dating back 5,000 years.The Author tests his outrageous hypotheses against historical events and modern science, explaining the intricate relationships using articles from Scientific American, Indian Legends and official government websites. Warning - you may never view the universe, nor current events, nor the significance of your own existence, in quite the same way - ever again.

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