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Ashley is a time-travel journalist who has
fought to prove herself in a world
that that believes her road in life was paved by her parents’
fortune. After winning a prestigious award, she is selected to travel
through time and interview a historical figure. Choosing her
childhood hero, Alexander the Great,
she voyages back in time for less than a day to interview a man whose
legend has survived to the present day. He mistakes her for
Persephone, goddess of the dead, and kidnaps her. Stranded in the
past, cold and aloof Ashley has to learn to befriend, to trust…and
to love.

“If you are a fan of Diana Gabaldon and her Outlander Series then you
will love this story. The same heart wrenching trials and
tribulations that she puts her characters through happen within this
gripping tale.” Lynda Warnock

“Fun, sexy and at times incredibly sad, the story held me to the end and

the research was incredible.” Karen King, author.

“If you love Time travel books then this one is not to be missed. Totally
engrossing!!!!” Amazon reviewer.

“A Time for Alexander is a wonderful moving saga. Really more of a
historical piece than a romance, there is more than enough heat
between Alexander and Ashley to keep the pages smoldering.”
Goodreads.

“…A delightful read, I’m looking forward to the next book in the series.”
Amazon Reviewer.

” I found an engaging and light read, fun at times with some beautiful
descriptive scenes of the cities, the landscape and life in the vast
and growing empire of Alexander the Great in 333 – 330 BC.”
Amazon Reviewer.

“From the first page, I was intrigued by this story.” Conan Tigard

“There wasn’t a piece of this book that didn’t fit, it kept a quick
pace, the dialogue was witty and entertaining and the beautiful
descriptions of ancient lands entice you into accompanying them on
Alexander’s quest to conquer the world.” Goodreads

 

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Alexander the Great journeys to India, where he and Ashley are
welcomed

with feasts and treachery.

With their son, Paul, being worshiped as the Son of the Moon, and
Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to
save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?

 

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Alexander couldn’t get over it. My itchy linen robe had been the very finest quality, thanks to the machine that
wove it, but my shoes had been a dismal failure and he was disappointed in the god’s choice of footwear.
I tried to explain that the gods had nothing to do with my sandals but fell asleep in the middle of my sentence.
It wasn’t that important anyway, I thought.
There was a new pair of sandals on the rug the next morning. They fitted perfectly. My old ones had
disappeared, and I didn’t find out where they’d gone until I went into the village and passed by the temple.
There, on the altar, were my sandals.
Fresh flowers, a bowl of warm milk, and a small snail made of clay surrounded them. A young girl in temple
robes sat next to them murmuring a prayer. I tried to speak to her in Greek, but she didn’t understand me. I
pursed my lips and went to find Nassar. Maybe he could explain.
Nassar was writing a letter for a tough-looking soldier. They were both sitting on a mat made of reeds, and
every once in a while Nassar would throw his pen away and break off a reed. He would sharpen it quickly with
his teeth and I realized with a small start that his front teeth had been carefully cut at a bias to trim reeds into
pens. It was interesting and I resolved to have him explain how it was done. He dipped the reed into a little
clay pot of ink and wrote on a rather cheap piece of papyrus. A dozen rolled-up letters were lying beside him,
each one flattened and sealed with a blob of wax. He’d been busy all morning. When he finished the letter he
rolled it up, tied it with a piece of grass and sealed it with hard wax. Then he flattened the whole thing with his
fist, wrote the address on the outside, and placed it on top of the pile.
“Next?” he called out in his nasal voice.
“Good morning, Nassar,” I said as I approached.
He held his arms up in a stiff salute and then bowed, touching his forehead to the mat. “Hail Demeter’s
daughter,” he intoned.
“Don’t do that!” I was upset. “Who told you that, anyway?”
“Oh, everyone knows,” he said smugly.
“Well, I’d like you to come to the temple with me to see about a pair of shoes,” I said.
“Oh! The Sacred Sandals! I should be honored! May I touch them, oh daughter of Demeter?”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “They aren’t sacred sandals,” I said. “And of course you can touch them.
There’s been a mistake.”
“They weren’t your sandals? The captain of the guards took them to the shoemaker early this morning to
have a copy made in leather and gave the originals to the temple. It is not a coincidence that the goddess of
the harvest, Demeter, guards this town. It was why you were sent here. Now that Iskander has rescued you,
the harvest is sure to be fantastic this year.”
“But isn’t the village protected by Ishtar?”
“It was, but it’s becoming Hellenicised. Now it has adopted Demeter, goddess of the harvest, because of what
Iskander said last night in his speech.”
“His speech? What did he say?”
“You should have asked me to translate,” he said, reproach in his voice. “He said he was glad to be there and
that he hoped the play would be entertaining, that he and his soldiers were very happy in the village, and he
was honored everyone had made them feel so welcome, and how the two cultures would complement each
other.” Nassar took a deep breath, like a swimmer, and plunged in again. “He said that the gods of Greecewere stronger than our gods so we’d do well to adopt theirs. He said you had been sent as a sign and that
he’d saved you from Hades himself, so Demeter would forever be grateful. He said that as a goddess you
would personally see to the welfare of the village.” He finished in a rush and smiled at me. “I’m no longer an
atheist,” he said proudly. “I believe in you. Why, if I want, I can actually touch your sandals.”
I closed my eyes again and waited for the wave of pain that was sure to come. Pretending to be a goddess
must rate among the three top reasons for erasing a Time-traveling journalist. After a few seconds I opened
one eye, then the other. Nothing had happened. I was still sitting in front of Nassar, and he was watching me
with a rapt expression on his narrow, rat-like face.
“Did your mother speak to you?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
“No. No, she didn’t. Excuse me, Nassar, but I think I’ll just go lie down. I have to think about all this.” I stood
up, shivering with disquiet, and walked back to the tent where Alexander was having a game of dice with a tall
man I recognized as the village priest. I wondered if I could sneak away, but they turned and saw me.
“Oh! There you are!” cried Alexander, standing up and holding out his arms. “I was worried. Did you find your
new shoes? Yes, I see you did. The village priest has come to thank you for your sandals. In exchange, he
has agreed to forsake all virgin sacrifices. Isn’t that wonderful? Your mother will be thrilled.”
“I’m sure she will be,” I said with the utmost truthfulness. Then I went into the tent and collapsed.

 

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Author Morgan Paige has had more than her share of ups and downs; but can a

long-term affair turn into something more, or will the flame smolder
only to be fanned by a new love?

After a horrendous Valentine’s Day nightmare, and a hot and steamy
reunion,
Morgan and Ricky part ways only to have Ricky show up several months
later asking her to wait for him. The problem is, Morgan has already
been waiting for years. How much is too much? Will their romance
survive yet another separation or will someone new fill the aching
hole in her heart?

 

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Angel Wolfe was born in Muscatine, Iowa and learned to read by the age of

three. When she was five, she moved with her family to northwest New
Mexico where by the time she reached the age of eleven, she began
reading romance novels pilfered from her mother.

In high school, Angel often sat with the textbook open and a romance
novel sitting inside it. After high school, she began writing stories
in notebooks because she didn’t own a typewriter.

Later, Angel neared completion of her first novel, Damaged Hearts but
she
couldn’t bring herself to end it (until recently!) Since that time,
she has written four short stories, a contemporary holiday novella, a
historical romance novel, a contemporary novel ,and is nearing
completion on a paranormal romance novel.

When she’s not writing or curled up with a book or watching college
football, Angel loves to go to local dirt tracks and watch racing.
One of her greatest dreams is to find herself listed on the New York
Times bestsellers list.

Angel still lives in New Mexico with her husband, her son, and her dog, a
little Muppet with teeth, otherwise known as Rusty.

Shimmying back out of the outhouse, Morgan looked cautiously towards her truck and then to
the cabin, trying to weigh her options before taking off in a mad dash for the door at the front of
the cabin.  A deep growl was the only warning she got as a huge wolf launched itself out of
darkness.
Lying there for quite some time, Ricky eventually was able to clear his mind enough to let the
soft sound of Morgan’s slumber lull him to sleep too. Clutching her tight, he mumbled, “I love
you so much. I don’t want to ever lose you.”
Upon arriving at the airport, he paid the driver and walked stoically to the terminal. Checking
that the flight was on time, he took a seat pulling a hidden book from his carry-on. Allowing
himself a brief smile at the picture on the inside cover, he began to read her latest book – the one
about him.
Unable to help himself, his slick soapy hands slipped up between her legs cleansing her most
intimate area, paying careful attention to each reaction she offered. As he looked upward, water
streaming from his hair, her smoldering gaze transfixed him. Rinsing his hands, he gently
nudged her legs apart. The lingering scent of sweet pea tantalized his senses.
Folding everything neatly into the bag, she noticed a small square box on the comforter up
between the pillows. Picking up the box she flipped open the lid, gasping in awe she admired the
small gold ring that housed a miniature wolf howling at the moon. Unchecked tears fell from her
eyes as she turned to where Ricky stood in the doorway.
His large hands took the glass from her and set it on the cabinet before settling on her shoulders.
Gently, he turned her to face him. “It’s ok Morgan. Come here.” He gathered her into his arms
and pulled her snug against his chest. Holding her tight, he soothingly stroked her back. Tears
she didn’t know she released ran unchecked down her face to soak his shirtfront. “You know
you’re going to have to call him; it’s only fair.”
“That’s right, you’re a writer.” He smiled, genuinely impressed. “I’m the local handyman
otherwise known as the electrician. If you need to get wired, I’m your man!”Morgan squirmed and screamed out as he tickle-tortured her to submission. Finally, he captured
her hands and secured them above her head, holding them in one of his own large hands. Taking
the wet towel, he touched her nose and slowly, painstakingly trailed it down to her neck and into
the valley between her heaving breasts.

 

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Atlanta’s Finest Series Book 3

Former FBI agent Kenton Bailey traded in his badge when an assignment
went
horribly wrong. Now he provides personal security to high-end
clients. But falling for Egypt Durand, the Queen of Supreme Security,
wasn’t part of the plan. She’s smart, classy, and ignites a fire
in him that only she can extinguish. Except she retreats from his
advances…and she’s shrouded in a veil of secrecy.

Egypt has never met a man as sexy as Kenton. Funny and smart, he’s
hard
to resist. But her past leaves no room for a happily ever after.
Still, with him, she dreams of a future.

Finally, Egypt’s startling truths are revealed, throwing Kenton off
balance
and forcing him to confront the past he left behind. And when threats
from a dangerous crime family send Egypt bolting, Kenton convinces
her to stay. Together they will fight to bring closure to their
pasts, but will they live long enough to explore the passion brewing
between them?

 

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Detective Lazarus Dimas doesn’t play by the rules. On the streets, he’s a
force to be reckoned with, a dangerous man with a badge and a gun.
But he does have a soft spot — the sexy assistant district attorney
Journey Ramsey. There is something about the woman he can’t shake.
She’s irresistible and off limits. At least that’s what he keeps
telling himself, but one kiss leads to others and well…so much for limits.

Journey plays by the rules, normally. But she can’t deny the sexual
tension
that sparks whenever Laz is near, even when he puts her professional
integrity at risk. Laz is complex. The type of man fathers warn their
daughters about. Yet, there’s a gentle, vulnerable side to him that
he lets no one see except her, and she can’t resist him.

Can Laz prove he’s the man for Journey before a reopened case exposes
his true colors? Or will the danger they face show that the love they
share knows no boundaries?

*Indebted is book 2 in the Atlanta’s Finest Series, but can be read as a
standalone.

**Interracial romance (BWWM).

 

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A spark ignites the moment security specialist, Hamilton Crosby, meets
stuntwoman, Dakota Sherrod. She’s like no other woman he’s ever
met. But Hamilton never ignores his gut, and his gut tells him to
stay clear of the enticing beauty.

Dakota is an adrenaline junkie. Leaping off buildings and running
through
fire is just another day at the job. Hence when she sets her sights
on Hamilton, she goes after him full-force. Their attraction is
fierce, but he thwarts her advances at every turn. He’s the strong,
silent type who operates by a set of rules, but he’ll soon realize
she rarely follows rules.

Falling for Dakota catches Hamilton off guard. So does the fact that she’s
attached to part of his past. A past that indicted him with shame and
loss. But when Dakota becomes the target of an unknown enemy,
Hamilton stops at nothing to protect her. In turn, vindication is his
reward, except it comes with complications.

Award-winning and bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, is a romance-a-
holic –loving anything that involves romance with a happily-ever-after,
whether in books, movies, or real life. Sharon writes contemporary
romance, as well as romantic suspense and enjoys rainy days, carpet
picnics, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She’s been nominated
for numerous awards and is the recipient of an Emma Award for
Romantic Suspense of the Year 2015 (Truth or Consequences), Emma
Award – Interracial Romance of the Year 2015 (All You’ll Ever Need),
and BRAB (book club) Award -Breakout Author of the Year 2014. When
Sharon is not writing or working, she’s hanging out with her amazing
husband, doing volunteer work or reading a good book (a romance of course).

 

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