Congrats to my friend NYT bestselling author Rebecca York who is releasing a new paranormal romantic suspense book today! Even better, it’s just 99c as a new release special price for the month of June. BOXED IN is the 16th Decorah Security Series book, but can be easily read as a standalone novel.
Olivia Weston is sure her boss has imported a shipment of stolen antiques. And when Decorah agent Luke Garner handles one of the items, an ornate puzzle box, the spirit of a warrior, locked away for centuries, takes possession of his body. Zabastian, the guardian of the box, forces Luke to help him return the object of power to its rightful owners. As Olivia sees Luke change before her eyes, his transformation both frightens and arouses her. And both men who inhabit Luke’s body want her. But they must also learn to work together to protect the mysterious artifact from a trio of murderous thieves who will risk anything to steal the prize. And in the end, will the warrior allow Luke and Olivia their happily ever after?
EXCERPT: Luke offers to help Olivia unpack the shipment.
He walked toward the cases, then stopped at the table where she’d set the objects she’d already removed. The box was there. At least, it looked like the right box.
Now that he saw it, he had the feeling he shouldn’t pick it up. He did it anyway, turning it over in his hands. “What’s this?”
“My friend, Beth Lawrence, says it’s from an old religious cult. The Moon Priests.”
Somehow, hearing the name sent a shiver over his skin.
“She says they were supposed to have magic powers.”
“When I touch it, I get this tingling sensation.”
He did too. He should put the damned thing down. But he felt compelled to move his fingers over the sides of the chest. When he pressed the lower right side of the box, a panel sprang back.
“Hey!” He propped his hips against the table as he turned the box, holding it up to the light and looking at the design. Then he pressed a flower on the left side. Again, a panel opened.
“Stop,” Olivia said, her voice uneven.
He shook his head. From the moment he’d seen the box, he’d known he had to get his hands on it.
“I think it’s . . . dangerous,” she said, but now her voice seemed to be coming from a far distance. “You remember that chest in the Raiders of the Lost Ark?”
“What about it?”
“When the Nazis opened it, something bad happened to them.”
“This isn’t the lost ark.”
“It’s from an ancient religion.”
“And . . . it’s giving me the creeps.”
He nodded, but now it seemed impossible to put the box down. Instead, he kept working on the pressure points. More panels opened, and then the top sprang up.
A white mist came blasting out of the box like it had been fired from a cannon and struck him in the face. In the next moment, he fell to the floor unconscious.
A big congrats to my friend Lita Lawson who is in the Wedding Dreams Box Set that releases today! Lita’s contribution to the set is Kentucky Bluegrass Wedding which is a sequel to her Foolish Gamble novel.
Blurb for Kentucky Blue Grass Wedding
Will Cassi have the wedding of her dreams, or will her future mother-in-law turn it into a three-ring high society affair? Fans of Foolish Gamble will delight in the novella of Cassi and Austin’s wedding.
Check out the teaser for the box set which is available for 99 cents.
You are invited to the weddings of your dreams!
Twenty award-winning, USA Today and International best-selling authors have come together to bring you over 3,000 pages of love, lust, and lusciously sexy men.
From sweet second chance romances to bad boys, BBWs, and brides looking for revenge, this is a perfect read for anyone who enjoys Romance or Women’s Fiction. These pages are packed with cozy romances, thrilling international and holiday adventures, and sweet heart-melting stories. Our authors bring you everything from hot cowboys to rockstar romances, elegant weddings to nuptial disasters, and blushing brides to bold women, all in a delightful celebration of love.
You’re in for a wild, passionate ride on a breathtaking voyage to make your heart soar. This box set will leave you craving all things marital and wishing the honeymoon would never end.
Heat level: sweet to sensual
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We have something different going on today! Thank you to Alexa Verde for visiting with me to share her latest collaboration with 8 other Christian Romance authors. I read Alexa’s first book COLOR OF DANGER and couldn’t put it down! I can’t wait to read this one.
SMOKE AND MIRRORS is their box set of 8 BRAND NEW “hidden identity” romantic suspense novellas from today’s bestselling Christian authors. Even better, it’s only 99 cents or free on Kindle Unlimited!
Here are blurbs from 2 of the 8 new books in the set:
TAKEN by USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Sally Bradley: Cam Winters has never talked about his past, about life before he became a Christian. Jordan Foster knows that Cam’s a strong, caring man–a man she can see herself with. But he refuses to ask her out for fear of what her brother, one of his closest friends, might say. So Jordan takes things into her own hands. When Cam admits to sharing her feelings, the two fall quickly in love–just as that past that Cam won’t ever talk about returns for Cam and those he loves. A group which now includes Jordan.
SCENT OF DANGER by Alexa Verde: To find her missing sister, small-town cop Maya Hutchinson risks her life by posing as her glamorous twin. Under escalating attacks, Maya accepts protection from dashing senator’s son Connor McNamara. Cop turned PI, Connor McNamara has his own secret mission and is forced to choose between family loyalty and love. When the scent of danger draws near, will Connor and Maya survive long enough to forgive and accept each other?
Check out this short teaser from Alexa’s SCENT OF DANGER!
Stilettos were murder.
Maya Hutchinson breathed a sigh of relief as she kicked off her painful shoes and snatched them from the floor. The marble surface felt smooth and cold underneath her bare feet. She plodded along the empty hall where she’d sneaked to get away from the crowd.
Hurried footsteps behind her made her wince. But before she had a chance to turn around, she was pushed into the nearest room. The door was immediately shut in her face. The click of the lock turning was followed by footfalls disappearing in the distance.
It took her a moment to get over the initial astonishment. Then she tried the handle, but of course it was useless. What was she going to do? Unlike her sister, she’d never mastered the art of lock picking. She should’ve taken lessons from her twin when she had a chance.
Maya pushed down a wave of helplessness and knocked on the door with her stilettos. Finally, those things were good for something besides killing her feet.
“Help! Somebody! Anybody?” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
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I am so happy to have with me today my buddy Alexa Verde who has a free read for us and some goodies! Leave a comment on this blog post for a chance to win an e-copy of Alexa’s debut book COLOR OF DANGER.
Here’s a little but about Alexa!
A teacher and translator turned author of Christian romantic suspense, Alexa Verde loves writing more than she loves seafood and strawberry cheesecake, and that’s saying something. She has over 200 short stories, poems, and articles published in the five languages she speaks and has more diplomas on the wall than she knows what to do with. After traveling the world and living in both hemispheres, Alexa calls south Texas home. Please visit her online at www.alexaverde.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/alexaverdeauthor and on Twitter at @AlexaVerde3.
Teaser from RIVER OF DANGER
Her body went limp. River breathed fast and hard, as if she’d run a marathon in front of a train. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
If she didn’t manage to stop soon, she’d make it to the bridge. Losing control of her car there meant falling into dark, deep waters. River gripped the steering wheel even tighter. It vibrated and moved in her hands, like a snake struggling to get away. The night when she’d faced death once before flashed in her mind, a sharp blade pressed to her throat, the metallic scent of her own blood hanging in the air.
Aren’t you scared, River? Aren’t you very, very scared?
Wincing, she got rid of the soft voice in her head and the memories.
“Lord, please forgive me. Please help me,” she whispered.
Cold drops formed on her forehead and trickled down her face, but she couldn’t wipe them off, couldn’t release the wheel. She held on to it, though her palms were clammy with cold sweat as well.
She was not going to die today.
Determined, River eased on the brake. Somehow, someway, she managed to slide to the shoulder. The tires whispered against the gravel and then the grass when she brought the car to a complete stop.
For several seconds, she couldn’t move, see, or draw a single breath. Her mind was blank, as if unable to comprehend she was still alive.
Still trembling, River looked in the rearview mirror. Whoever had messed with her tire could be following her. But no cars had stopped so far.
She knew she should call for road service to replace her tire. Judging by the sign she’d passed not long ago, she was close to her sleepy hometown, Rios Azules, in south Texas. So it wouldn’t be long until somebody would come to her rescue. But her hands were shaking, and as soon as she fished out her cell phone from her purse, it slipped and fell to the floor.
River dropped her head on her hands and let herself dive into a quick oblivion.
A knock on the window brought her to reality. She jerked up. How could she let herself zone out that way? Somebody had obviously unscrewed her tire, most likely at the last gas station where she’d gone to get coffee and her favorite beef jerky. That person could be knocking at her window now!
River ducked and reached for her purse, where she carried a .38 caliber pistol, a habit ever since she’d been attacked. She gathered her willpower to stop her fingers from trembling.
“Are you all right? Can I help you?” inquired someone with a deep baritone laced with worry. “River?”
She tensed and relaxed at the same time. She’d recognize that voice from a million voices.
Welcome back readers for the final part of our multi-stage mission to uncover the secrets of the Dangerous Passions box set! It’s little ol’ me going under the microscope with a little mad science to craft the perfect alpha in “Stronger than Sin”.
She can rebuild him, make him stronger than ever… but at what cost? @CaridadPineiro‘s “Stronger than Sin” Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet
Dr. Liliana Carrera almost lost her life to Wardwell scientists gone wild…
She doesn’t want to have any part of another science experiment involving human guinea pigs, but she also can’t ignore innocent victims, like her new patient Jesse Bradford. A former NFL superstar, Jesse was forced to undergo Wardwell’s experimental treatments when a genetic bone disease cuts short his promising football career. Now Jesse’s amazing body is like nothing Liliana has ever seen before, but the cure Jesse wanted has come at a very high price. His body is almost no longer human and the genes implanted by Wardwell create incredible strength, but also frightening rage. As a survivor of violence, that rage scares Liliana more than she wants to admit, especially when she finds herself attracted to Jesse.
Jesse Bradford would trade almost anything to return to the game he loves . . .
Anything except his family. When a black ops group threatens his family, Jesse has no choice but to go along with their plans and keep his secrets from Liliana. But it’s tough for Jesse to ignore her kindness and the way her gentle healing touch rocks him to his core. As passion awakens between them, the secrets Jesse is keeping will become ever more dangerous. Is the love growing between them strong enough to fight evil men intent on changing the face of humanity? Or will lies and mistrust break the fragile bonds and bring the risk of death?
Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!
Jesse wasn’t in his bed when she walked into the room.
Closing the door and locking it behind her, she glanced around the large suite and noticed that he was out on the balcony that faced the beachfront.
Striding toward him, she stopped to put down the bag of take-out she had brought on a low coffee table in a sitting area near the windows and French doors leading to the balcony. She had dropped by her parents’ place again, received another helping of her mother’s soup and other goodies intended to help Jesse feel better.
While she wasn’t sure that there was any medical basis for thinking the food might assist, she knew that mentally it did her a world of good. It reminded her of her roots and the love her family had for her. Something Jesse seemed to have lacked, which saddened her.
Jesse, she thought, staring at his back as he stood facing the ocean. A strong wind was blowing westward, ruffling the shorter strands of his hair.
She hadn’t had a chance to tell him that she liked the change – the shorter hair and clean shaven face.
She wondered if had done it for her which caused a skitter in her midsection along with warmth farther below that he had cared enough to do it.
She had come to discover that about him. Despite all the tabloid gossip and bad boy antics, he cared about others. His sister. Mother. Possibly even the father that denied his existence.
Maybe even her.
She laid her hand over her fluttering midsection and walked to the French door. He seemed distant, a solitary figure looking almost lost against the vastness of the ocean before him.
Not wanting to intrude without welcome, she rapped on the glass door and waited for his reception.
He turned, his face grim and set in sharply chiseled lines. They relaxed somewhat as he saw her, grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open.
She stepped out onto the balcony and he closed the door behind them.
The wind increased the chill of a day that was quickly fading to night. Intense reds and purples painted the sky and the ocean had darkened to slate grey with the arrival of night.
“Cold,” she said and wrapped her arms around herself. Even though she still had on her winter jacket, the wind seeped beneath the wool, which made her wonder how he stood there in nothing but fleece sweats braving the wind. Once again staring out at the ocean. The white of the bandage at his temple a glaring contrast to his skin in the dim dusk.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked and patted her arms to try and generate some heat.
He hunched his shoulders, shot her a half glance. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”
“I said I would. I needed to see how you’re doing.”
He gave another shrug, seemingly indifferent except she sensed undercurrents beneath. Dangerous ones.
“I’m here. I’m alive. Consider your obligation fulfilled.”
A self-defense mechanism? she wondered. Push her away –push what he was feeling away – in order to keep from being hurt?
Only as she had discovered after pouring her heart out to Carmen, it was no easy thing to keep him at bay. Somehow he had touched her. Infiltrated those areas she had thought safe.
Trying to shore up her defenses, she beckoned toward the bag of food on the table within. “I brought food. I thought you might be hungry.”
Some emotion finally cracked the stern lines of his face. A hint of a smile and glitter in eyes that had gone to slate grey. He took a long stride toward her, until barely inches separated them. Laying a hand at her waist, he bracketed her side with it, sending her insides quivering.
Jesse glanced down at her, sensing the tremor in her body.
She was as aware of him as he was of her. At his touch, her gaze had gone wide, revealing eyes that were nearly black with desire. When she moistened her lips, the last of his restraint disappeared.
He bent his head, whispered against her lips. “I’m hungry, but not for food.”
Then he closed the distance and kissed her.
Today we’ve got not one, but two video trailers for you!
Welcome back once again readers! We’ve been running/dashing/diving/walking-away-from-explosions through the Dangerous Passions box set and I’m wounded to admit that we’re almost through the list. Today we’ll be following J. M. Madden in her Lost ‘N’ Found brand investigation in “Embattled Hearts”!
A former marine takes on his love’s stalker in Dangerous Passions’ “Embattled Hearts” by @authorjmmadden! Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet
For the first time in years, former Marine John Palmer has met a woman that makes him feel like the man he used to be, before his catastrophic injury.
John Palmer hasn’t felt like a real man since he was injured during combat in Iraq. Though not content with his new life, he is mostly adapting, just like the other vets at the Lost ‘N’ Found Investigative Service. When Shannon Murphy is hired on as the new office manager, life suddenly gets a lot more interesting. Before long, John finds himself wondering if he could ever be the kind of man Shannon needs.
Shannon Murphy wasn’t really looking for love when she hired on at LNF, but finds herself hopelessly attracted to the sex-on-wheels former Marine, John Palmer. The man is grumpy and nearly impossible to work with, but his brand of masculinity appeals to her on a basic level. Soon Shannon is wondering just what it would take for John to want her the way she wants him.
When an old enemy tries to settle a vendetta against Shannon, John insists on protecting her. He moves into her house, fanning the spark of attraction into a blaze. But the danger continues to escalate. Will the connection that they’ve found survive when they’re thrust into a fight for their lives?
Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!
The business was doing great, but he couldn’t help but be resentful that he was not part of the detectives out on the street. Looking down at his worthless legs, he was once again swamped with anger. As a Marine, it had been standard practice to run for five or ten miles a day. Now he was lucky if he could get his thigh to twitch on command. It was historic if he could get a hard-on.
Although, he thought with a slight smile, it was happening more and more often when Shannon was in the room.
The first time he’d met her, more than six months ago now, she and Mrs. Harrison had been kneeling on the floor going through files. Shannon had straightened and arched her back to work out the kinks. She’d been wearing a cute little pink outfit thing that clung to her lush curves, but she’d kicked off her high heels. The lust that had fired through his veins caught him totally off guard. For the first time in six years, he’d gotten excited looking at woman’s ass. Her legs were bare beneath the skirt. He sat stunned, soaking up her subtle beauty and the exhilaration of being turned on.
The women hadn’t seen him yet, so he cataloged everything he could about Shannon Murphy. Mrs. Harrison had said Shannon was extremely intelligent and would be a wonderful office manager, but she had not told them how exceedingly beautiful Shannon was, with her petite little shape and curly, dark chocolate-colored hair laying gently on her shoulders. Shannon was a good bit smaller than the older woman beside her, but curvy, and had a husky laugh that gave him chills. His own lips curled up in shared humor, even though he had no idea what she laughed at. Without conscious thought, he pushed his chair forward to get their attention.
Mrs. Harrison noticed him first, and pushed herself to her feet, then urged Shannon to join her. John barely heard the introduction as his eyes took in the details of her face. In honest fact, she was not classically beautiful. Actually, “cute” would more likely be applied to her mobile features and wide-set hazel eyes. Her broad smile started with up-tilted lips on one side, then spread to encompass her whole mouth.
He held out his hand and was entranced as she pumped energetically. Without blinking, he watched for any hint that the chair or his disability bothered her, but she seemed almost oblivious to the fact that he could not stand up to shake her hand. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he had met a person that not by word or deed made him feel like less than a man.
Today we take a look at one of the more sinister stories in the dangerous passions box set. Kylie Brant takes tells us the story of a woman who escaped from the clutches of a wicked villain and to take him down once and for all. Her name was… “11”.
Mia Deleon escaped against the odds only to discover that no one would believe her-11 by .@kyliebrant Dangerous Passions http://bit.ly/DPAmzUS #DPBoxSet
Eleven. For three long years that’s what she was called by The Collector, the sexual sadist who enslaved her.
Five years after escaping from The Collector Mia Deleon stops hiding and teams up with security expert Jude Bishop to track her former captor. Jude’s efforts to help Mia are complicated by the growing attraction between them. Because their race to trail the sexual sadist brings Mia ever closer to the man determined to see his collection finally complete….
A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!
Dangerous Passions eBook box set releases March 3rd for the special price of $0.99! Preorder today!!
“Mia?” He pushed open the door, took a step inside the small space. The flimsy shower stall’s curtain was closed. His hand rose midway in the air to open it. Then he heard a slight sound behind him and immediately realized his mistake. Cool steel kissed the side of his throat.
“I had a little time to think while you were gone. And I decided that you owe me some answers.”
“Not bad.” Jude’s tone, damn him, held a tinge of amusement. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were that fast. You opened the window, and hid inside it, right? Behind the shade?”
“I’m the one with the questions, remember?” Mia increased the pressure against his throat. He wasn’t taking her seriously, but he should. There had been a few others in recent years that had underestimated her, to their regret. Right now she was half convinced he’d sold her information to Four and the demon that had enslaved them both. Paranoia was running high, warring with reason.
“I’m not fond of knives.” The humor had vanished from his voice. “Normal enough reaction, after someone tried to peel my face off with one.” With the speed of a striking snake his hand came up to clamp her wrist, while he pivoted toward her. Anticipating his move she pulled away, kicking his half bent knee while he was turning and danced out of reach.
“Nice move.” The compliment was delivered with almost clinical detachment. “You shouldn’t attempt to use a knife in close proximity with someone so much taller. It’s too easy to be overpowered, and you’re limited by your shorter reach.”
“Am I?” Her tone was derisive, her gazed fixed on his. “And yet here I am, still armed.”
“Only because I’m more interested in eating than in hurting you.” He started for the door. Stopped when she deliberately stepped in his way.
“As I said, you have some explaining to do.”
He spread his arms. “You want to slice me up? Go ahead. Aim for a major artery. Any other place and you risk the chance that I just take it away and use it on you.” A moment ticked by. She didn’t move. “No? Then I’m going back into the hall to get the food I left out there. We can eat while we talk.”
She let him go because she didn’t doubt that he’d return. Either because he didn’t take her seriously, or because he was that confident of his own defensive abilities. Probably both. Still wary, Mia lowered the knife to her side but didn’t put it away. She wasn’t without defensive moves of her own.
He reentered the room, stopping to relock it before striding to the bed, paper bags in his hands. She watched as he removed boxes from the bags, spreading them across the bed before he rummaged for plates, chopsticks, napkins and plastic silverware. He knelt in front of the bed and nonchalantly filled a plate, as if used to having an armed woman standing near him, only degrees away from doing him harm. Given his personality, maybe it was a common occurrence.
“There’s no way Four found me without help.” Her stomach growled, a reminder that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. But she made no move toward the food. “I was too careful.”
Jude sat on his haunches, plate balanced in one hand while he expertly wielded chopsticks with the other. “You must have screwed up. Left a trail.”
The accusation had her fingers curling more tightly around the hilt of the knife. “Or you sold my information to her.”
He paused, the chopsticks midway to his lips. “Why would I do that?”
Mia jerked a shoulder. “The same reason people do anything. Money. Greed. Sex. Power. Pick one.”
“None of the above.” He continued eating, working around the different dishes he’d served on the plate. “You got complacent. It happens when people are on the run for too long. You must have let something slip to the wrong person. Made a phone call that could be traced. Left a cyber trail.”
She could have told him that complacency and carelessness set in only when people began feeling safe. Mia doubted she’d ever experience that particular emotion again. “Seems a lot of work when all she’d have to do is go to you. If you didn’t sell the information outright—and I’m not convinced you didn’t—maybe she hacked your computer files.”
He laughed at that, seeming genuinely amused. “Not a chance. And if she had she wouldn’t have found the information she was looking for there. You think I leave evidence that I provide services that some narrowly focused on the law might consider illegal?”
He had a way of setting her teeth on edge. “You’ll forgive me if that, coupled with your professed skepticism about my past doesn’t fill me with confidence.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you. Exactly. I’m reserving judgment for the time being. Forget about that. All that matters right now is that I’ve found a fisherman who has agreed to get us to the Philippines. With any luck we can be back in the States in a few days.” He finished eating, then disposed of the garbage before stretching out on the sagging bed. “We have hours before we meet the boat. Don’t forget to close and lock the window.”
Mia gaped at him, vaguely insulted. He was sleeping? With an armed pissed off suspicious woman in the room? “You do appear to enjoy living dangerously.”
“If you were going to use that knife on me, you’d have done it already.” He didn’t bother opening his eyes. “And whatever doubts you might have, I’m your best chance of getting out of the country.”
Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife, but doubt filtered through her. Mia didn’t trust any man, but she distrusted Jude less than most. He didn’t have to like her. Or believe her. She just needed him to get her out of the country alive.