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Distractions Book 2

Samantha Keith


Romantic Suspense

are good guys, and then there are highly trained good guys—the kind
who make the world a safer, sexier place . . .



military and ex-FBI agent Ethan Worth is searching for a new way to
serve and protect. On a break in Beaufort, North Carolina, he just
may have found it. It starts with saving a tipsy damsel in distress
from a shady troublemaker. But it ends with the surprisingly sober
beauty outraged by his rescue. That’s all Ethan needs for his
expert instincts to kick into high gear . . .


Jones is back in Beaufort for one reason only: to find her missing
best friend, Hanna. If that means using herself as bait for the kind
of guy who’d prey on a vulnerable young woman, so be it. She
doesn’t need a rugged knight in shining armor like Ethan
distracting her, and she doesn’t want his help. But it turns out
she needs it. And together, as the heat between them rises, so does
the danger. Until both their lives are on the line . . .


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Dangerous Distractions #1


a high-stakes world of privilege, betrayal, and the sexy thrill of
the unknown, you never know where a dangerous distraction will lead .
. .


Hart walks a blurred line of honor. The rock-hard former Marine has
his lethal skills at the service of the highest bidder. Until a
contract comes in to kill Lana Vanderpoel, the sultry, charismatic
heiress and billionaire’s daughter. She’s way too sexy to end up
at the wrong end of a silencer. So Cal takes the job—and starts
planning how to get Lana to safety while he unearths who’s behind
the threat . . .


only knows she’s been kidnapped—and she’ll fight tooth and nail
against whoever has snatched her from her life. Her stern-faced
captor sends a tremor of ice through her veins, yet a thrill lies
beneath her unease. He’s dark and dangerous, his body ripped,
honed, and capable. But lust isn’t the same as trust—and whether

or not she can believe what Cal’s telling her, there’s at least
one person close to Lana who wants her dead . . .



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Chapter 1
Lord Jesus, it was her. She hadn’t seen him yet, thank god.
Ethan pulled his baseball cap low over his eyes and rounded his shoulders over his glass of
rum and Coke.
He kept his head low, but his eyes trained on her. Riley wore denim cutoff shorts and a white
lace crop top that revealed her flat, lightly tanned stomach. The man beside her passed her another
shot. She tossed it back expertly. Ethan slid his thumb over the cool glass in his hand. That’s two
now, and before the shots she’d been sipping on a brightly colored cocktail. That was a lot of alcohol
for someone her size.
She passed the man her empty shot glass. He slid an arm around her back, inching closer to
her. For a flicker of an instant, her face changed. Her eyes grew small and her jaw tensed. A shaky
smile returned when
he touched her chin and turned her face toward him. Her fingers toyed with a long tendril of her hair
that fell in soft waves around her breasts.
The man tucked her hair over her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. She bit her
Ethan tightened his hand on the sweating glass. She didn’t know the dude. All he had to go
by was instinct and his experience on reading people. One thing was for sure, the asshole was all
over her. If he was her boyfriend, he wouldn’t be trying so damn hard.
Dammit, he shouldn’t care. She wasn’t his problem. Since he’d moved in next door to her a
couple weeks ago, she’d been friendly but completely disinterested in his attempts at small talk. Not
that he’d done anything but be polite to her.
Riley had a wall of ice behind her green eyes and tight smile. No one was getting beyond
that guard…except the douchebag that kept touching her. The man trailed a finger over Riley’s
collarbone, his face tucked closely to her ear. Her cheeks turned a ripe shade of pink. She ducked
her chin away from his face, but the man brought his hand to her jaw and turned it sharply toward
him. The planes of the dude’s face turned hard and his fingertips held her face inches from his. Even
at this distance, Ethan could see that he dug his grip too deep, making her soft skin pucker around
his fingertips. His hold demanded her obedience.
Who the hell did this guy think he was handling a woman like that? And more importantly,
why was she standing for it?
He lowered his hand to her bicep and rotated her body into him. With Riley’s back to Ethan,
he watched as the predator smoothed his hands over her ass. She grabbed his wrists, shifting his
hands to rest on her hips.
The guy put them right back on the rump of her shorts.
An iron fist of disgust gripped Ethan’s lungs. The prick was insistent and downright rough.
His instincts went to war. Getting involved wouldn’t do him any good, but something wasn’t right.
“Mind if I have a seat?” A tall woman in a tight red dress blocked his view. He lifted his eyes
to her face and then dragged them away. On any other night, he’d be game. Hell, he’d be more than
game. But tonight, he couldn’t take his eyes off the blonde across the room.
“I’m waiting for someone, but you’re welcome to have a seat.” Manners forced the words
from his mouth. He shifted his gaze around her full, sexy hips to locate the woman across the bar.
His disinterest didn’t sway the woman in red. She pulled out a chair and sat. Her legs crossed and
“You’ve been waiting an awful long time.” She rested her chin on her palm. Warm, olive eyes
met his. God, she was beautiful. Her lips were full and painted in a warm neutral tone, her dark hair
curled around her exposed cleavage.
Every male hormone in his body screamed at him for not taking an interest. But he couldn’t.
Not when his sixth sense was on high alert. He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t have any clue as to
what the slimy bastardwas planning on doing with Riley. He forced his attention to the woman in front of him. “I’m sorry, I’m
distracted tonight and not in the mood for conversation.”
A slow smile crept over her face. “I’m not in the mood for conversation either.”
Jesus, she was direct. He liked direct, he liked women who knew what they wanted and took
it. Sex in particular. He was here on vacation to clear his head and figure out his next steps and he
wanted to enjoy it. And that meant sex. Lots of it. Of course, this would happen tonight, when he
wouldn’t be able to act. Because of Riley. Just his luck.
The waitress stepped up to his visitor, and propped a tray on her hip. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a mojito, please.”
Now he was buying her a drink? How in the hell had that happened? He craned his neck
around the two women. A new couple stood in the same spot where Riley and the asshole had stood
only seconds before.
“And for you?”
He waved his glass at her. “Rum and Coke.”
His eyes scanned the crowd. The waitress took the empty glass and sidled around the table.
He leaned in his seat, not caring if he was being inconspicuous or not. Women gyrated on the dance
floor, the thumping
of the bass vibrated through the soles of his shoes, racking up his pulse.
The top of Riley’s blond head passed through a gap in the throng of bodies. The man she’d
been with had his fingers circled around her elbow, leading her to the exit.
Ethan leapt to his feet, opened his wallet, and slapped some bills on the table. “Have a good
night.” He moved his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes on his target. The woman he’d left
behind scoffed and made a rude remark.
He didn’t care.



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The Harder They Fall Book Tour & Giveaway

The Harder They Fall
Romancing the Seas Book 2
by Roxanne D. Howard
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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.


The Hotter They Come
Romancing the Seas #1
When Piper’s job sends her undercover to spy on Jack – the
beyond sexy hook-up she
can’t stop thinking about – she is forced to decide if her job is
more important than her happiness.
Captain Jack Spencer owns and runs a whale watching
company, Ahoy, Matey. When his
business takes off, a jealous rival wants him and his company gone.
Jack has no idea the delectable Piper Goldhirsch is tasked with
scuttling everything he’s worked for – he’s too caught up in their
magnetic attraction and her web of lies.
Piper Goldhirsch, head reporter for the tabloid TV show
Business Buster, is all work
and no play. When she and the all too tempting Jack Spencer have a
one-night stand that turns out to be the greatest sex of her life,
she is haunted by the powerful magic between them. Sent undercover to
expose his whale watching business, she is torn between her
assignment and the first man she has ever wanted. With her happiness
on the line, Piper has only one choice.

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

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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SAPD Swat Series Book Tour & Giveaway

to You
SWAT Series Book 2
Nikki Mays
Romantic Suspense, Comedy
is my addiction. She’s sweetness and light wrapped up in a
delicious package. Almost as delicious as the confections she makes.
Until now, I’ve kept my distance to make sure my darkness doesn’t
taint her. She’s better than a killer who sits behind a scope.


watch her from afar. Getting dragged under her spell a little further
with every sweet smile and mischievous grin. I know I’ll cave one
day, give into the craving to be near her. Being in her presence is a
feeling like no other, one I can’t seem to resist.


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.


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.




to You
SWAT Series Book 1



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






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.



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.


Mays is a pen name that was created from her maiden name. She is a
wife and mother, who lives in a small town in New Jersey. She has
been with her husband for a decade and is surprised that he’s still
alive. She began writing as a creative outlet after becoming a stay
at home mom. She decided that she needed something exclusively for
herself, not just being mommy. She has two crazy boxers that love to
keep that “Evil” mailman out of the yard. Besides writing
and spending time with her little hellions, she enjoys cooking &
baking. She has recently taken up gardening and made her loving
husband plant her a mini fruit tree orchard, as well as a garden
taking up half an acre. Nikki loves to be stalked by her readers and
encourages all interaction.

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A Tragic Miracle Book Tour & Giveaway

Tragic Miracle
Mindy Mather
YA Romance 
looked forward to the bright future ahead of her. She had just
graduated high school and was about to start college along with her
twin brother Joshua and all of their closest friends. Life couldn’t
be better. That is until the night she was brutally raped and left
for dead. After surviving that tragic experience, Lacey feels broken,
dirty, and unworthy of love, but she soon discovers that the attack
has also left her pregnant. Now she must make the most difficult
decision of her life, abort the pregnancy or keep her baby.

name is Mindy M. Mather,


have always enjoyed writing, ever since I was a young girl. As I got
older I took a liking to Romance Novels specifically and decided that
I wanted to write my own.


first novel, A Tragic Miracle, actually started out as a Sims 2
Machinima series that I made in 2008 and later decided to turn it
into a book. It is one of my best stories, but I have many more that
I am in the process of finishing.


hope that all of you will enjoy my books and if your interested in my
sims 2 videos, they are on youtube. My youtube name is TMP200000.


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
“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
Lacey pulled away and took a deep breath to calm herself even though tears ran wildly down her
“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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The Sins of Rory Macleod Book Tour & Giveaway

Sins of Rory MacLeod
of Skye Book 2
J R Salisbury
Historical Romance
riveting tale of family, love, and betrayal.
jilted at the altar by his bride, Rory MacLeod, the Duke of Skye and
chief of the MacLeod clan finds himself becoming the subject of
unsavory gossip.
to a respectable young lady of impeccable breeding is the only way
Rory can hope to silence the gossips.
his wounds, he returns to London for the upcoming session of
Parliament and Season. He brings with him his sister Lily. It will be
her first season and one which Rory intends to find a bride of his
own. He doesn’t have to look far.
the Duke of Hargrove’s daughter, catches more than his eye the
moment he meets her. She is everything his duchess needs to be. She
is smart, beautiful and devoted to Rory. Not even his darkest secret
can sway her.
bliss of married life is ripped apart by betrayal of the worst kind.
His sister is kidnapped and forced into a marriage with only one
purpose. Money. Even worse is who is behind it all.
his own reputation and that of his family and clan at stake, Rory
must carefully negotiate his sister’s return without the world
finding out about his secret. Not only could it bring shame to
everyone he holds dear, it would mean his ruination and worse.
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of Skye Book 1
the fourth MacLeod son, Donnan MacLeod does not have to take on the
responsibilities his older siblings do. He is free to keep his
business private. As a privateer he sails the channel looking for
smugglers. Very elite smugglers.


not until he returns to Skye for his mother’s birthday when Donnan
begins to lose control of his life. And it’s all because of a woman,
the one woman he’s loved since childhood. The woman he desires above
all others – that is should he ever think of taking a wife.


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.


changes in the blink of an eye.


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


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always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that


My careers in public relations in and around the
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
marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always
have one or two other projects going at the same time.
I now
live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include
photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.
sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire
others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be
contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.


“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
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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