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When Piper returns from an overseas assignment, Jack is determined to win

her back at all costs, including saving her life.

Piper Goldhirsch has returned home for the holidays after being on

assignment for two months in war-torn Syria. Still heartbroken over
the way things ended with ship captain, Jack Spencer, she’s wary when
he offers to take her away to Catalina Island for a romantic weekend.
She’s begun to carve out a promising career, and doesn’t want to
sacrifice the strides she’s made with Channel 4 news, but she longs
for Jack and agrees to the get-away.

Jack is determined to win back Piper at all costs. When he receives a cash

settlement from the tabloid that defamed him, he buys a new yacht and
whisks her away hoping to reignite the fire between them. Their
passion rekindles, but a dangerous stowaway hijacks the yacht and
holds Piper and Jack captive. Working to keep each other alive, they
realize there’s no tomorrow unless they are together. Forever.

 

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Roxanne D. Howard is a romance novelist who resides in the mid-western

United
States. She is a RWA PAN member. She loves to read poetry, classical
literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars fan,
musical theater nut, and loves everything related to marine biology.
She is the proud mother of two beautiful girls, several pets, and
loves to spend time with her husband and children when she’s not writing.

She kept her head high, as her mom always told her.
Chin up, my girl. Always chin up.
She’d put on a pair of black pants and a white wraparound blouse with a nice empire waist for
the occasion. They presented her with a beautifully crafted glass award from RTNA, the Radio
and Television News Association of Southern California, for her coverage on Syria. There’d
been an awards ceremony put on by the RTNA, but she missed it when she was overseas. Her
hands didn’t shake when she took the award, but despite her confidence, tears welled up. A
year ago, she would have considered this a pipe dream. Richard stood aside and indicated she
should say a few words.
Piper took a deep breath and moved toward the microphone. She cleared her throat and looked
up. “Thank you. I—”
The first person she saw was Jack Spencer. He leaned against the wall on the other side of the
room wearing dark jeans, a dark-blue T-shirt, and a black sports jacket. Time froze, and she
stared. Her emotions battled it out, elation, anger, resentment, and a burning desire all fighting
to the surface. Beneath it all, the magnetic zing which they’d had between them from the
beginning resurfaced at full force. His face beamed with pride, and it hit her right in the heart.
Piper blinked, and a few tears escaped. Maybe he’d come to make amends?
She looked around at the audience of her peers, who appeared to notice the exchange. “My
time in Syria taught me about what it means to be grateful for what we have here. Thank you so
much for this award. I’m grateful to my team of amazing cameramen and behind-the-scenes
staff, and also to my fellow anchors, Hakeem Patel and Melinda Schaffer, who were my home
front throughout the whole experience. This award means a lot to me, more than any of you
could ever know. I hope our segments we did in Syria have stoked enough awareness about the
crisis with the refugees. Not everyone will always agree about a decision, but when it involves
children, I feel like we have an obligation to do our utmost to help. Thank you.”
She stepped away to applause. But instead of going back to her table, she kept right on
walking. Straight toward Jack.

 

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Unfortunately,
I’m not the only one living under her influence. While I was
watching her, someone else was watching too. But she belongs with me,no matter what anyone else wants.

Now
I need to make sure she gives me my next fix of her, even if she’s
too stubborn to admit she wants to. She’s my addiction, cure and
redemption all rolled into one. Her soul calls out to my own. I’ll
make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her. She’ll crave me
– if it’s the last thing I do.

Mellie
has been hypnotized by a pair of gorgeous green eyes, attached to a
very yummy package for months now. Unfortunately for her, her brain
goes on hiatus anytime Morris Jackson is around. Looking like a
bobble head whenever he asks her anything isn’t the best way to go
about getting a man like him interested. Not like ruggedly handsome
men go for quirky, accident prone introverts like her. Plus, even if
she did have a snowballs chance in hell with him, him being her
brothers SWAT teammate doesn’t bode well for her. A girl can dream
though!

Morris:

Those
blue eyes sucker punched him the minute he looked into them. It felt
like the ground had literally gone out from under him. Mellie is
everything that he could ever want and everything that he shouldn’t
have. Even if he didn’t know that she’s too good for a guy like him,
her brother would never be okay with it. He is over protective and
proud of it. But at some point you have to say screw the consequences
and go after what you know is meant to be yours.

Too
bad someone wasn’t happy for them when the found their way to one
another. Someone will make sure they don’t stay together by any means
necessary. They’ll even kill to get what they want.

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Lacey and Joanna waited for what seemed like hours before the doctor called them in. She was
stuck with a needle and had to pee in a cup so they could take some basic tests and see if they
could find anything wrong. Lacey bravely acquiesced to the poking and prodding. Waiting was the
hard part. Joanna sat on a stool across from Lacey who sat on the examination table still looking as
if she would fall over at any moment.
“I hope I’m okay.” Lacey sighed, exhaling a slow breath as another wave of nausea swept over her
senses.
“I’m sure you’re fine, you’ve probably just got a bad case of food poisoning, you have been eating a
lot of junk from the campus café, who knows how well they keep their food stored.” Joanna replied,
trying to help her not to worry so much.
The doctor walked in and washed her hands in the sink before she turned and faced Lacey with a
half-smile on her face.
“Hello ladies, I’m Doctor Hanson, I’m filling in for Doctor Gregorson today.” She introduced herself.
“Miss Tomlin, we’ve run some tests and everything seems to be fine.” She said noticing the relief in
Lacey’s eyes. “We did, however, discover something.”
Lines of worry covered Lacey’s forehead.
“What is it Doctor? What do I have?”
“One of the tests came back positive.” Doctor Hanson paused briefly. “You’re eight weeks pregnant.”
She answered waiting for Lacey to digest the news.
“What?” Lacey gasped in disbelief. “Pregnant? No, that can’t be right.” She shook her head knowing
that the test had to be wrong. “That isn’t possible, are you sure Doctor Hanson? Because Doctor
Gregorson said that I would never be able to have children.”
“I’m sorry Miss Tomlin, but the test is not wrong, you are very pregnant.” Doctor Hanson frowned at
being questioned as if it were an insult.
“It has to be wrong Doctor Hanson! Lacey is a virgin…right Lacey?” Joanna asked, looking at her
friend for confirmation.
Lacey had worked so hard to block out the memory of that night that even her friends had dismissed
the possible consequences. Lacey was too stunned to speak.
“Your file says that you were raped two months ago.” Doctor Hanson cut in, violating the doctor
patient confidentially code, but Lacey was too much in shock to care. “I’m sorry, but you must have
conceived during that experience, if you haven’t had any other sexual experiences that is.” She
paused still observing Lacey’s silence. “And after being told that you wouldn’t be able to have
children…” She continued not seeming to take her patient’s feelings into consideration. “I would
think that this would be good news, I understand considering the circumstances…”
“Just shut up already!” Lacey shouted and hopped down from the examination table. “I don’t want to
remember that horrible night!” She cried, running out of the room without a backwards glance.
“Lacey! Wait! Please!” Joanna called after her as she followed her quickly leaving the room. She
caught up to her in the waiting area and went to her. Lacey broke down as sobs fiercely shook her
body and her breath caught in her gut.
“Lacey, I’m so sorry.” Joanna said embracing her. She held her friend as she cried. “You never said
you were raped, you acted as if nothing happened, but I thought maybe…I didn’t want to believe
it…”
Lacey pulled away and took a deep breath to calm herself even though tears ran wildly down her
face.
“Joanna…I couldn’t…I just…it was so…I can’t…” She tried to talk, but could barely form the words.
“I’m just so ashamed and…I’m going to have to tell Dwayne now…” She said, shaking her head in
disappointment. “He’ll hate me forever and it’s all my fault.”

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Rosalind,
strong willed and opinionated far more than most, she is determined
to find out what it is Donnan is hiding. Never before had they kept
things from each other, but Rosalind is convinced he’s keeping
something huge from her.

Everything
changes in the blink of an eye.

Stowing
away in the back of Donnan’s coach, Rosalind changes their lives
forever. The adventure begins…

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entertainment industry, photography, editing,  artist
management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my
passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for
story lines.

I write women’s fiction; contemporary
romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury)
which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and
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have one or two other projects going at the same time.

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“Good morning, aunt. I trust you slept well last night?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She sat across from Rory and waited as a footman brought her a plate of toast and
a cup of tea.
“What do you and Lily have planned for today?”
She smiled. “I think you mean what does Lily have planned for today, don’t you?”
He wasn’t sure. Women were so complicated at times. They could twist the simplest
of conversation around where one didn’t know what it was about.
“My sister is excited?”
“Yes. She can’t wait for the Abbott ball.”
“Isn’t she excited to be presented to the Queen tomorrow?”
“But of course. It’s just that the Abbott ball will be her first official function.”
“I understand.”
Actually he didn’t. The female mind was something that always confused him. He
took Mac’s lead and simply let them have their way.
He slid the newspaper across the table to his aunt. Fiona was his father’s younger
sister. She had endured tragedy when her husband had been killed in a huntingaccident two weeks after they’d married. He often wondered why she’d never remarried.
She was still a beautiful woman.
“It seems we’ve made the gossip columns already.”
She smiled at Rory. “Oh, my. I hope it’s all good.”
He nodded. “It is. More of a curiosity about me.”
“Ah, yes, the jilted bridegroom. Of course.”
“Which I don’t intend to get in my way.”
Fiona tilted her head. “You’re serious about finding a bride. Even if she’s English.”
“Aye. It matters not if she’s English or Scot. I need a wife. It’s time.”
“You are a continuous surprise to me, Rory.”
“How’s that?”
“Just when I think I know what you’re going to do, you do something I don’t see
coming.”
He laughed. “That’s the way I prefer to keep things. Mysterious.”
“And that you do.”
Rory stood and walked around the table to his aunt. He kissed her on the cheek. “I
need to see to some things in my study. If you have time to help me go through the
stack of invitations, I’d appreciate it. Tyler says there are quite a few.”
“This should prove to be interesting. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making this trip and seeing to Lily’s needs. I know Mother didn’t want to be far
when Rose gives birth, so I’m glad you stepped in.”
“Say no more. I’m more than happy to ensure Lily’s first season is a success. Edana
has been on Skye for far too long. London society makes her nervous.”
“I know. We all do. That’s why Lily didn’t raise a fuss about her not attending.”
“We all have our reasons and our secrets. Remember that, Rory, and don’t judge
people by who they are.”
He nodded and left the room. He knew better than to get into a discussion of that
sort with his aunt. She was too wise. Sometimes more than a woman should be.

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Sid unzipped the rest of the way, pulled himself out of the suitcase and back together, and tried to turn the
knob. “It’s locked.”
“Can you open it?”
“Easy peasy,” he said, pulling a set of lock picks from inside the suitcase. My locksmith sister Deborah
probably hadn’t realized that teaching my daughter Madison how to pick locks was tantamount to
teaching Sid. Madison had shared everything she’d learned with him, and he’d promptly ordered his own
picks online. “You really should learn to do this, Georgia. It’s not that hard.”
Despite his assurance, it seemed to take an awful long time to get the door open. Or maybe it just seemed
like a long time because I kept looking down the stairs, worried that somebody would hear us and come to
see what was going on.
Finally there was a loud click, and Sid said, “Nailed it!” He opened the door, and cold air streamed out.
“Brr!” I said. “Wouldn’t you know that a department with everybody on vacation would be the one with
overachieving air conditioners?” The window unit in my classroom had gone out twice. “Not to mention
the waste of electricity.”
“You can complain about it later,” Sid said. “Come on.”
I followed him into the human resources department, pulling the empty suitcase along.
There were four more closed doors: three offices labeled with names and one marked File Room.
“Here we go,” Sid said, using his picks on one of the office doors.
This lock was easier to deal with, which was a relief, but unfortunately, the smell seemed to be coming
from that office. “I’m going in.”
“Remember what I said. Get in, look around fast, get out.”
“Got it.” He stepped inside.
Between the cold, the horrid stink, and the fear of being caught, I was hoping that Sid would be swift, but
I was surprised when he came out in under two minutes. “That was fast. Did you find something?”
“Don’t go in there.”
“I wasn’t going to—”
Then I looked at him.
He shouldn’t have been able to look like anything but bone-colored, but somehow he seemed paler than
usual, and his bones were so loose he was nearly falling apart. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s in there. At least I think it’s him.”
“Did he see you?” I said stupidly.
He slowly shook his skull, and only then did I realize what it was we’d been smelling.

 

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