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Love can
last a thousand lifetimes when you’re an Immortal… or so they thought.
What’s become of the Immortal Darius? His wife, Stella, worries about
his
fate as she rules over their city-state of Deminon, especially when
she learns he’s been the victim of treachery. She’ll do anything
to get him back.
Enslaved as a traitor to Rome, Darius is forced to fight gladiators as part
of
the funeral rites of powerful Romans. His years of experience on the
battlefield serve him well in the arena—until he’s forced to
fight Marcus—a younger, stronger gladiator who is unaware of his
own immortality.
Sure he’s about to suffer a defeat by the hand of Marcus, Darius is
forced to make a decision that will change his future and
Stella’s—preserve his essence by allowing his body to die so that
he can live on in Marcus. His two-thousand years of memories and life
experiences should be powerful enough to overcome the essence of the
untested Immortal. Allow him to return to Stella and resume their
life together, even if she won’t immediately recognize him.
But Marcus isn’t giving up so easily. Especially when he meets Stella.
Will Marcus help Darius take revenge on the one whose deceit led to his
arrest on charges of treason? Or will Darius’ essence slowly be
subsumed, the memories of his nearly two-thousand-year lifespan—and
of Stella—fading away in the mind of Marcus?
These Immortals once had all the time in the world.
A self-
described nerd and lover of science, Linda Rae spent many years
as a published technical writer specializing in 3D graphics
workstations, software and 3D animation (her movie credits include
SHREK and SHREK 2). An interest in genealogy led to years of research
on the Regency era and a desire to write fiction based in that time.
A fan of action-adventure movies, she can frequently be found at the
local cinema. Although she no longer has any fish, she follows the
San Jose Sharks. She is a member of Novelists, Inc. (NINC) and makes
her home in Cody, Wyoming.
Marcus awoke with a start a few minutes later, a slight breeze cooling his sleep-warm
body. Turning over, he discovered the door he had used to escape the bedchamber the night
before was still open. He glanced at the slumbering Stella, and thought for a moment to simply
remain in the comfortable bed, in the event she wished for his cock again. He would freely
provide it. She had given in equal measure what he had given her, their mutual ecstasy an event
he would gladly experience again. Never had he felt so satiated after a night with a woman.
Even his own wife.
Her words of earlier that morning had him wondering if he had agreed to her
suggestion—that he marry her and become King of Deminon. He couldn’t remember if he had
said anything in response, or if had simply taken the body she offered.
Marcus knew she didn’t want him, exactly, but rather the being with whom he shared his
head. He supposed he couldn’t blame her. Having watched a parade of images, a stream of
memories from the other Immortal’s past, Marcus understood why it was she was so beholden to
Darius.
Why Darius was so beholden to her.
She loved him. Had loved him for all of eternity. Or at least since she had been plucked out
of that olive tree on Thera all those years ago.
And she would continue to love him until the end of Time. Of that, he was quite sure.
But he is not me, Marcus thought, deciding he really needed to close the door.
For the first time that morning, the other being in his head—Darius, he now knew was the
being’s name—put forth a thought.
I am you, and you are me.
Another gust of wind made its way into the bedchamber, as if to reinforce the words.
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FBI
agent Nate McIver hasn’t been able to get sexy, impetuous Maddie
Worth out of his mind since the last time he saw her at a wedding. If
only she wasn’t his best friend and colleague’s sister. That’s
about the only thing that gave him the strength to back away from the
steamy encounter they shared. But now take-no-prisoners
Maddie wants his professional help. And with her life on the line,
all bets are off . .
Maddie’s overprotective brother may have had her blackballed from
getting into
the FBI, but he can’t stop her from conducting her own undercover
operation—whether it’s between the sheets with unforgettable Nate
and his abs of steel—or on the streets, trapping a notorious drug
lord. And when she combines the two, the result is explosive for
everyone involved . . .
There are
good guys, and then there are highly trained good guys—the kind
who make the world a safer, sexier place . . .
Former 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 . . .
Riley 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 . . .
In a high-stakes world of privilege,
betrayal, and the sexy thrill of
the unknown, you never know where a dangerous distraction will lead . . .
Cal 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 . . .
Lana 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 . . .
Samantha Keith resides in Saskatchewan, Canada, with her husband and
brilliant daughter, who share her love of literature. Teddy, the
family multi-poo, completes her family. Samantha writes steamy,
fast-paced, romantic suspense novels in the rare moments she has
uninterrupted—even interrupted, she manages to apply words to
paper. Aside from her love of writing, her other interests include
cooking vegan meals and creating recipes. Abducted, the
first book in the Dangerous Distractions series, came in first place
in the romantic suspense category for the Heartland Romance Authors’
Show Me the Spark Contest.
A shiver of disgust rippled over Maddie’s skin. Her six-inch heels scuffed across the
pavement and her feet throbbed. She scooped her hair off the back of her neck and dropped it over
her shoulder. His hands had been all over her tonight—serious progress. But the second she got
home, she was going to scrub her skin raw. A horn blared from the dark street ahead and a car
whizzed past. The smash of a beer bottled sounded behind her. She didn’t turn around.
She dug her hand in her black shoulder bag that matched her skimpy, black dress and pulled
out her keys. She enjoyed dressing sexy every once in a while, but prancing around the club with
naked dancers on stage and bringing drinks to sleazy punks was not her cup of tea. But she was
almost done. She’d spent two months laying bread crumbs, and the stupid oaf was finally showing
interest other than wanting to take her in the back room and screw her senseless. She shuddered.
One day, she’d have to sleep with Carlos in order to keep up the charade. Her finger pressed the
unlock button and the headlights of her sleek, black Mercedes flashed at her.
She opened the driver’s side door and her bare legs slid over the warm leather.
Goosebumps raced over the back of her neck and she slammed the door and locked it. She
swallowed and closed her eyes. This assignment had her on pins and needles. It wasn’t like her
other investigations in the past. This one was more than just work, more than putting a bad guy
behind bars. This one struck a nerve. And if Carlos found out what she was up to…he would kill her.
An arm closed around her throat from behind her, crushing her back against the seat. Her
heart slammed against her breastbone and her fingers gripped the black sleeve that surrounded her.
Her chest screamed for air, but not a sound left her mouth.
She wouldn’t die like this.
She twisted against the arm, hurling herself forward, but he held her tight. Her fingernails dug
into her palm and she shot her fist over her shoulder, connecting with his face. It was enough to
loosen his hold. She
yanked his arm forward, gripped his fingers, and bent his wrist back toward his elbow. He yelped.
“Christ, Maddie. It’s me,” he growled.
Her gaze flew to the rear-view mirror. Fiery hazel eyes met hers. Her chest expanded on an
exhale and she whipped around in her seat. Her eyebrows snapped down.
“You stupid—”
“Hey, easy now. I was only trying to help you. What the hell are you thinking getting in your
car without checking the back seat? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Because that’s how easily it
could have happened.”
Her anger settled to a low simmer. Nate McIver made her blood boil like no one else. He
pressed her buttons, teased her, and worst of all, wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole. Oh no.
Nate was too noble. Too
good of a friend to give in to the attraction that burned between them like a flashfire. And he wasn’t
her friend. Barely, anyway. He was a coward and a jerk… but he was here. He’d shown up when
she’d needed him. The
only one she could trust right now.
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Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun
to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint
splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a
man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by
painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of
anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a
take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist
helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a
panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He
truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s
willing to put in the time and effort.
James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With
Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the
true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow
he won’t survive?
Despite his past abuse, James has
come to terms with his relationship with
his Dom and lover Seth.Seth treats James with all the trust and love his sub
desires. There is
only one thing left to do to make it all complete: Seth needs to put a collar on James.
Most people see Chase Manning as the party-boy twink he seems on the
surface. Only James, Chase’s BFF, knows the depth of his loyalty and
the extent of the wounds Chase carries inside. When Chase meets Rhys
Sayer, things don’t go well, but he can’t shake his attraction to
the huge, sexy man.
Rhys is a man of contradictions and fear—a strange combination for a PI
and bodyguard. He’s in a bad place emotionally when he sets eyes on
Chase for the first time. When Chase puts the moves on him, Rhys
insults him, thwarting any possibility of a relationship. Rhys
doesn’t see himself as a complicated man, but he dreads the very
kind of connection he desires.
Just as they’re trying to overcome their uncertainties, Chase is put in
harm’s way. Luckily Rhys and their friends have all the right
talents to help Rhys save the man of his dreams.
When Chase Manning wakes up on the first
morning of PrideFest, the last
thing he expects to find is his lover and life partner, Rhys Sayer,
on bended knee. But the news that marriage has been legalized in the
state is a game changer for both of them.
After a mad dash to the courts, all they want is
to find their friends at
PrideFest to celebrate. However, what happens when they arrive will
bond them together forever—if their friends don’t have a
collective meltdown about their sudden disappearance first.
Alexander James Noble is a gender fluid gay man who gave up on finding Mister
Right a long time ago. He’s not asking for much, though. He just
wants a guy who loves all of him and appreciates his feminine form too.
At the local LGBTQ center where Alex regularly volunteers, he meets
Dal
Sayer, an officer of the Milwaukee PD. Because he’s been rejected
one too many times, Alex doesn’t trust the huge cop and the
interest he shows in him, but once Dal sets his mind on something, he
goes all out. Pushing aside his preconceived notions, Alex opens up
just a little and soon caves.
From their first date—while dealing with his father’s failing health
and his parents’ demands for him to settle down and have
children—Dal never takes his eyes off his goal of making Alex his.
But proving to Alex he isn’t like all the men who couldn’t see
him for who he truly was and only wanted to hide him away is harder
than he thought.
When Alexander James Noble looks in the
mirror, he sees a freak looking
back at him. Despite his high grades and plans for culinary arts
school after graduation, his parents would hate him if they really knew him.
Forced on a shopping trip with his twin sister,
Lyric, and her friends, Alex
eyes the girls jealously, longing to be able to dress like them—to
be them. The constant struggle of being “gender fluid,” wrestling
with an identity that seems to change daily, begins to wear on Alex.
But all those questions and fears seem more manageable when his
sister gives him his first skirt and lace panties
Simon Tyler knows his job as a gay romance author makes his lack of faith
in love more than a little ironic, but he’s tired of being used for
his wallet. When a night out turns into a matchmaking scheme
orchestrated by his best friends, Simon’s not thrilled, but since
he’s not the target and he’s sworn off happily-ever-after anyway,
he goes along with it… until he meets Adrian, the object of their
efforts, and finds perhaps he hasn’t given up on love after all.
Professor Adrian Keys has tried to date Hearing men before, but being
Deaf
himself, he’s never had any success at making a connection. After
his friends con him into going out and Adrian realizes it’s all an
elaborate plan to set him up, he braces for yet another failure, only
to discover there is a spark—except it’s not with the man his
friends had in mind, but with Simon Tyler instead.
Not all their friends have found a way past their romantic failures, but
Simon and Adrian might be on the path to happily-ever-after.
Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud pansexual genderfluid whose best friend
growing up had the courage to do what they couldn’t—defy the hate
and come out. He has been their hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless romantic who loves strong relationships and
happily-ever-afters. Though new to writing M/M, they has done many
things in their life, yet writing has always drawn them back—no
matter what else life has thrown their way. They counts her friends,
family, and Muse as their greatest blessings in life. They live in
Wisconsin with their children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
CHASE WOKE with a start. The sound of banging, then locks clicking, brought him out of the
fitful sleep he’d been trapped in since he’d finally cried himself out. Still fully clothed, having
crashed on the bed as he was when he’d fled Rhys’s the night before, he reached for the baseball
bat he always kept by the nightstand, hoping it was just James using his key.
“He probably just overslept, pet. You know he goes out clubbing with some of his other
friends.” Seth’s deep voice was soft, soothing.
“No, Seth. He’s not answering his cell. Simon and the others haven’t seen him today, and
he didn’t go out with them last night. It’s after three in the afternoon, yet he was supposed to
meet me at ten. So where is he?” That was James’s voice, but it was high and tight like it only
got when he was scared.
Chase rounded the corner to find his best friend, James, and James’s fiancé, Seth Burns,
heading straight for his bedroom.
“James? Seth?” Chase croaked. His voice was tight and scratchy, probably from the
pointless crying the night before, or had it been earlier this morning? “What are you doing here?”
“Chase!” James cried, flinging himself down the short hall as fast as he could with his
forearm crutches.
Chase released the bat and soon had his arms full of James. He looked past James to Seth,
and with a weak voice asked, “What are you guys doing here, and why is he freaking out?”
“Five hours, Chase! That’s how long ago you were supposed to be at the studio to meet
me. The private sitting was today, remember? Seth doesn’t like me to be alone with strangers in
my studio, so you said you’d be there, but you never showed. Your cell goes straight to voice
mail. Simon, Dale, Vaughn—no one has heard from you all day,” James rattled off, practically in
one breath.
He could feel the pressure of Seth rubbing up and down James’s back as he held him.
“Calm down, hun. I’m right here, safe and sound. I just—” Chase bit off his words,
having no idea how to explain why he hadn’t been where he was supposed to be.
James suddenly pushed him back, holding tight to his arms, looking him up and down
with a curious expression on his handsome face. He cupped Chase’s cheeks, the tenderness of the
motion nearly breaking his heart again. “Chase, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing for you to worry about. I just had a rough night.” Looking past James to Seth,
he murmured, “Can you get him settled? I’ll shower and be right out. I really am very sorry for
upsetting you both.”
“James, come on. Let’s go sit down and wait for Chase,” Seth soothed, handing James’s
crutches to him again.
Chase mouthed “thank you” to Seth before he fled to his room.
After a quick shower to get the scent of Rhys and sweat off, Chase quickly dressed in a
simple T-shirt and a pair of old, threadbare jeans he kept for bumming around in. He didn’t feel
up to much right then, but he reckoned more than sleep pants would be good, considering Seth
was with James. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have worried about even that much.
After popping a couple of Tylenol, Chase headed out to find where his company was. He
got as far as his kitchen, where he found not only James and Seth, but a mug of his favorite
blonde roast coffee waiting for him.
“Thanks,” he offered, his voice soft. He wasn’t sure he had the energy for the coming
conversation, but he would never turn James away, not even now.
All three men entered the living room, where Chase flopped into his favorite chair, giving
James and Seth the couch.
“Chase,” James started tentatively. “What happened to you last night? Who hurt you?”
“What makes you think someone hurt me? I’m fine, just tired.”
James leaned forward, his face turning hard. “I know it was a guy that put you in this
mood, Chase. My nose works just fine, and you, dear,” he continued, wrinkling his nose, “you
smelled of sex when we got here. And, well, you look so sad. I didn’t even know you were
dating someone, but whoever he is, he’s obviously not good enough for you if he hurt you.”
James finished with a snort.
A slight smile tugged at his lips for a moment. God, he loved his BFF. Who else could
call you out on having sex, snort, and insult an unknown man all in one breath?
“Jamie, I’m not dating anyone, so there is nothing to tell. I wasn’t holding out on you.”
“Ha! Don’t give me that crap. You don’t have one-night stands. You go clubbing, dance,
and even hit on guys, but you never go home with any of them, so try again,” James snapped, his
eyes almost as hard as his voice.
“Really?” Seth asked.
“God!” Chase barked, throwing his hands up. “Why does everyone think I’m a damn
slut? Yes, really, Seth. If I take someone to bed, it’s after we’ve gotten to know one another a bit
and I have real feelings for the person. Why is—never mind. The point, Jamie, is that no, I’m not
dating anyone, and I’d really rather never see the person from last night again.”
Merely saying that much felt like picking at a not-quite-formed scab. Ignoring his
abandoned mug, Chase rubbed his temples, trying to forget it was the same motion that had
started everything with Rhys in the first place.
“Chase, yelling will not help. I only ask because of how you acted when James and I first
started seeing one another. My apologies for making assumptions about you. If you aren’t seeing
anyone, but you had sex and are now upset”—Seth’s voice dropped low, hard—“did someone
attack you?”
James tensed, and Chase knew he had to stop the panic attack before it set in.
“No, Seth. I just let things get out of hand. Rhys didn’t hurt me like that.” Chase slapped
his hand over his mouth as if he could contain the words that had already slipped out. “Forget I
said that last part, please,” he cried.
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Audrey Cooper has good memories Brighton Cove, Maine. She just hopes the
quiet, coastal village holds enough of them to silence the echoes of
the living hell she endured as a captive in the Middle East. Her
career as a journalist is over, but maybe—someday—she can
convince her terrified muse to come out of hiding.
As she
renovates the farmhouse she inherited from her grandparents, with
her cat as her sole companion, she learns to live with the
loneliness…until the day a handsome stranger with dark, haunted
eyes helps her change a flat tire.
As an artist, widower Lincoln
Stewart has an eye for detail, and there’s
no missing that unmistakable spark of connection. In Audrey’s
company, two years of grief ease into bittersweet memory, and he
finds himself envisioning a future as colorful as his paintings. A
future with Audrey.
Through violent thunderstorms
and terrifying flashbacks, Audrey and Linc
discover their broken pieces fit perfectly—in and out of the
bedroom. But in the shadows, a very real threat lurks. Someone who’ll
stop at nothing to burn their rediscovered dreams to the ground.
First love is always better the second time around.
Basil Manning is happy with his life now that he’s given up on love. He has
everything he needs…the houses he’s building, the mansion he’s
renovating, and his Bernese Mountain Dog, Crash. In spite of his
mother’s insistent attempts to see him married, Basil plans on
staying a bachelor. That is, until he finds himself face-to-face with
the woman who once broke his heart.
Healing from a long-term relationship that turned abusive, Meg Cooper has
flung herself into running her eclectic shop, The Pink Moose. She
can’t afford complications, and the too-hot-for-his-own-good Basil
Manning, her one time almost fiancé, is definitely a complication.
But that irresistible pull between them isn’t over…not by a long
shot. If she’s not careful, she’ll break both their hearts…again.
Jagger Cooper never wanted to live in Brighton Cove. Having given up a
prestigious job with a U.S. senator, he merely intended to use it as
a place to lick his wounds and recharge his batteries as he decided
what came next in his life. The choices were many.
Tyler Channing, war widow and mother to a teenage son never thought of
allowing a man in her life again. Not until her son was grown. She
owed her late husband that much.
That is until that fateful day when he swaggered into her life.
Writing romance stories with passion and sass, Jamie Salisbury has seen
several of her books soar to #1 on Amazon. Her novella, Tudor Rubato
was a finalist in the 2012 RONE awards. The cover won for Best
Contemporary Cover. In 2014, her novel, Life and Lies was nominated
for a RONE in the Erotica category.
Her books are self published.
Music, traveling the globe and history are among her passions when not
writing. Her previous career in public relations in and around the
entertainment field has afforded her with a treasure trove of endless
story ideas.
Having stocked up on groceries and other essential items, I began the trip to my new home a few miles
outside town. I hadn’t gone far when I realized by the thudding and the way the SUV was handling that I
had a flat tire. Brand-new vehicle. Great.
I pulled off to the side of the road and got out to assess the damage. The tire was most definitely flat—
probably from a nail near the house. I would need to speak with the contractor about cleaning up the area
directly around the house and remember not to park too close to the site. Lucky for me, I’d stowed the
shopping bags in the backseat. Getting the spare tire out of the wheel well should be a cinch. I turned on
the hazard lights and popped the back hatch.
A few minutes later, I had the jack in place and was struggling to loosen the tire bolts. They were on tight,
as they should be, but it made it harder for an average woman to change the tire. There had to be an easier
way. This was too much like work.
I was standing up after having taken off the last bolt when a white SUV pulled in behind me with a man
inside. Help was here. He walked up, and the first thing I noticed was his dark eyes. They were the most
beautiful shade of brown I’d ever seen on a man. Scorching. Then he put on a pair of sunglasses. Still, he
was handsome, with his matching dark brown, shoulder-length hair, peppered with gray. He was tall and
lanky and appeared quite buff. Judging by the tan he was sporting, he might work outdoors.
“Need some help?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“Yes, please.” I nodded, not knowing if I could speak coherently if he asked me anything more. My heart
was in my throat, and gooseflesh covered me. How could I be so instantly attracted to someone?
“I see you’ve done the hard part. I’ll pull this tire off and get you back on the road in a few minutes.”
I nodded again.
I watched him as he pulled off the flat and looked it over before grabbing the spare from the back. He had
to be at least six foot three, and he even walked sexy.
“Looks like you ran over a nail. Need to stay out of construction sites.”
He bent over and picked up one of the lug nuts. The view of his tight ass in those formfitting jeans was
heaven. I wondered if he was married. I hadn’t noticed a wedding ring. Hell, that didn’t mean a thing
these days.
A few minutes later, he was finished and everything was stowed back in my vehicle.
He straightened and dusted off his hands before he held one out to me. “I’m Linc, by the way. If you need
someone to fix your flat, go see Dwight. Tell him I sent you, and he’ll make sure to get it repaired
quickly.”
“Thank you, Linc. I’m Audrey,” I replied, shaking his hand and hoping I wouldn’t tie my tongue in knots.
“What do I owe you?”
“Not a thing.” He grinned. Perfect smile. Perfect man. “You have a nice rest of your day, and remember
what I said. Stay away from those construction sites.”
“I’ll try. Thank you again.”
“My pleasure, Audrey.”
I watched that fine ass as he walked back to his SUV. Damn, I certainly hoped he lived nearby. If he was
any indication of what the men looked like around here, I didn’t see myself leaving any time soon.
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Two people open themselves to the truth and open themselves to each other.
Her marriage in ruins, violinist Teagan Whitloch Munroe escapes into
her
music and the solace she finds at the Crystal Creek Ranch. Practicing
in the woods helps her piece together her life, but she isn’t
alone. When she hears someone hiking nearby, she demands he reveal
himself, but the only revelation she gets is a soothing voice that
heals the pain in her heart.
Maimed by a crushing accident, the once famous architect Phineas St.
Cyr
protects the world from his disfigurement by sequestering himself in
the woods on the Crystal Creek Ranch. When he hears the intoxicating
strains from Teagan’s violin, he can’t resist the beauty that
quiets his aching soul, and he yearns to know the woman who creates
such beauty.
Teagan finds sanctuary in her friendship with this connoisseur of music,
but
soon realizes Phin’s hiding more than his hideous scars. As they
become entangled with each other, Teagan is stunned to learn they
share more than a love of music. They are caught in a web of deceit
by someone threatening to reveal Phin’s secrets. His exposed past
endangers Teagan, and he can no longer walk away. This time he must
face the enemy determined to defeat him. He’ll fight to the finish
to protect the woman he can never love. No price is too high to keep
buried the secret that will mark Teagan for destruction.
JT Whitloch can’t close his eyes without seeing the body of the woman
who drowned in his swimming pool two years ago. Though he doesn’t
remember that night, he blames himself for her death and walks away
from a life that gave him everything he ever wanted…almost
everything. His move to Crystal Creek gives him the solitude he longs
for, but still he can’t find peace.
Then Gretchen Moore moves to town, and she doesn’t just stir up his
desire. She stirs up his past, a past with a secret so deadly it
could destroy her.
Gretchen wants nothing to do with JT. Because of him, someone wants
her dead.
The terror from his past forces them into an alliance that soon
ignites their passion. Fighting these feelings leads them to the
secret of the woman floating in JT’s swimming pool, but the
knowledge doesn’t ease JT’s inner turmoil. Instead, it reveals an
answer that could destroy him and Gretchen. His own destruction he
could accept, but he’ll defend Gretchen to his death.
A novel of suspense, revenge and a love so deep that it can only be
released through forgiveness.
Hollywood producer
Trent Parker has one goal – to own the film option for the
breakout novel Sunset in Maui. His problem? Actress turned producer
Charisse Whitloch. She’ll do anything to produce the film. Trent
can stop her, but not without getting close to her, a bond he can’t risk.
Charisse has found the film project that will prove
she’s her own woman – not her father’s daughter. One person
stands in her way – Trent Parker. She’s faced opposition before,
but she isn’t prepared for Trent. Her charisma has softened
Hollywood’s hardest hearts, but is she a match for Trent’s heart
of stone?
Trent’s defenses against Charisse crumble – loving
her will heal the darkness in his soul and open the door to a secret
he buried long ago. When Charisse is threatened, she and Trent face
her adversaries. They piece together a plot more sinister than any
Hollywood movie, but the key to their survival lies in Trent’s past
– the key that will lead to Trent’s destruction.
She agrees to enter a loveless marriage, but the man who stole her heart
will do anything to stop her.
The holidays are over, and aristocrat Anna Whitloch must leave Crystal
Creek and return to Eastern Europe. She made a promise, a promise
that will save her mother’s estate. Someone else has other ideas.
Ideas that will get Anna out of the way permanently.
Anna can take care of
herself, so why was Deputy Rocco Ventali assigned to
protect her? She can’t depend on him, as he proved that night ten
years ago when they had planned to meet. He never showed.
The last thing Rocco
needs is to be assigned to protect Anna, but it soon
becomes clear no one else is qualified. So how does he protect the
woman he never stopped loving from the secret that could endanger her?
And how does he remain this close to her, and not love her,
when the love in his heart refuses to be reined in?
Giselle Whitloch has no time for love. As a college grad, she’s on track to
land her dream Wall Street job. Her great grandmother’s ring gives
her strength to pursue her goal. When she doesn’t get the job, she
flees to the Crystal Creek Ranch to regain her courage to step back
into her job hunting mode.
Niccolo di Saluzzo has been searching for the ring that will save his
family–the ring that disappeared from his family’s possessions one
hundred years ago. He will pursue the ring even if he has to follow
the one woman he can never love to an isolated ranch in Crystal
Creek, Colorado. Even if pursuing this woman costs him his life.
Niccolo and Giselle battle over ownership of the ring in a fight that takes
them from New York City to Crystal Creek, Colorado, to the Balearic
Island of Mallorca, to the pinnacle of love both must deny. But the
final battle is waged when they meet the man who plans to destroy
them both–all for the possession of a ring with a powerful secret.
When a blinding snowstorm shuts down
the Crystal Creek Ranch’s cattle
operation, the Whitlochs have one mission – save the cattle. ER doc
Jake Whitloch joins in the rescue, but the form he finds in a
snowdrift is no cow. It’s a woman, a woman who consumes his
thoughts despite that two carat diamond sitting on her ring finger.
Noelle Beaupré thanks the rugged doctor for rescuing her from freezing
to
death and the Whitlochs for taking her into their home, but now it’s
time for her to leave the ranch. She longs to stay with the man who’s
determined to protect her, but she doesn’t dare. Her deadly secret
is in hot pursuit. Any delay and she’ll endanger the family who
opened their home to her.
Noelle leaving Crystal Creek Ranch? Jake can’t let her go, but how can
he
convince her he’ll do anything to keep her safe?
This book includes your favorite Crystal Creek characters from Book
One of
the Crystal Creek Series and several new characters, including Max
Whitloch’s children from his previous marriages who come to the
ranch for Victoria and Garrett’s wedding. All Max’s children will
have their own books as they pursue their quests for love.
Threatened by a stalker, she turns to the only man who can help her – the man
who walked out of her life ten years ago.
Artist Victoria Whitloch
escapes the clutches of a stalker only to stumble
into the arms of the man she never wants to see again, bad boy
prosecutor Garrett Reynolds. To protect Victoria, Garrett whisks her
away to an isolated lodge. Major problem for Victoria—how does she
help Garrett capture the stalker while guarding her heart against the
man who broke it once before? Garrett thought his heart had healed
when Victoria left him ten years ago. Garrett’s bigger
problem—capture the stalker determined to imprison Victoria.
Keeping Victoria safe is no easy task for Garrett, but getting her to
trust him is an entirely different challenge. He puts his life on the
line to guard the woman who is more deserving of love than any woman
he’s known. But love takes a back seat to the Whitloch-Reynolds
feud. At the center is the Crystal Creek Ranch. The Whitlochs own the
ranch. The Reynolds are the rightful heirs.
Laura Haley-McNeil received degrees in Spanish and German from Metropolitan
State University of Denver. She taught Spanish and then worked in the
Western History Department of the Denver Public Library translating
the correspondence of Bishop Joseph Machebeuf.
After moving to San Diego, she worked as the accountant for a Christian
television station, then transferred to Hardin, Montana, and
performed technical production for the television station there.
She returned to Denver and supervised accounting departments for a title
company and a stock brokerage firm. During this time, she renovated
homes, bought and managed several residential properties and obtained
a real estate license. She has also worked as the property manager
overseeing five business office complexes,, high-rise office
buildings and producing newsletter and marketing material.
She is an accomplished ballet dancer having studied and performed in
that
area for more than twenty years and has studied piano for over forty
years. Musical studies also include violin and organ. She has been on
the board of directors of two Colorado orchestras and is a past
member of the American Liszt Society.
Several of her short stories have been published in national magazines,
and
she has written book reviews for Book Lover’s Magazine. She is the
author of the Crystal Creek Series and the Beaumont Series.
Teagan Whitloch Munroe was trembling. She was trembling, and she couldn’t stop.
She’d been trembling for more than two hours—since she’d left the downtown Denver
condominium she shared with her husband, Dr. Wilbert Munroe. What she’d seen inside
the condo—in their bedroom—made her want to vomit. A cold knot of disgust and
revulsion gripped her stomach.
When she’d walked into the master bedroom, she must’ve gasped. Will was lying on
the bed, but he wasn’t alone. He’d lifted his head from the pillow. He looked right at her.
And swore.
He didn’t look surprised. He looked annoyed.
She’d pressed a hand over her mouth.
Blinded by tears, she’d backed into the doorjamb and stumbled into the hallway. She
didn’t remember running out of the condo, but she must have. Her legs throbbed, and her
chest ached. The only thing she remembered was her husband calling her name. What
had he said? Let’s talk? She didn’t know if she should laugh or sob.
And she remembered the dulcet laughter of the naked woman who was servicing him
in bed. Teagan’s and Will’s bed. Teagan had thought Ginny Andrews was her friend.
Some friend. Ginny who was svelte and toned. A contrast to Teagan who’d struggled
with her weight since she was seven years old.
A shuddering breath rocked through Teagan’s lungs. Tears streamed down her
cheeks. She wiped them away.
She barely remembered driving to the Crystal Creek Ranch, throwing a saddle on her
favorite horse, Champagne, and racing through the meadows until she reached the aspen
forest covering Crystal Peak.
Fighting against the despair that filled her, she wrapped shaky fingers around the
reins and urged the Arabian horse through the trees bursting with spring green leaves.
Her vision blurred, and she tried to focus on the pink wild roses and purple elephant’s
head mingling with the green undergrowth. The splashes of Crystal Creek tumbling over
rocks sounded next to the trail. It was happy and musical and far from the darkness that
crowded her heart. Her stomach roiled and begged to be emptied of the half sandwich
she’d eaten during the orchestral rehearsal that afternoon.
She ran her hand over the horse’s neck damp from perspiration.
“How’re you doing, Champagne?” Her voice was husky, and she asked the question
again.
The mare snorted. She shook her head. Her mane danced through the air.
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