Thursday, 28 April 2016

Introducing Her Safe Harbor by Holly Bush...


Her Safe Harbor
by Holly Bush

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GENRE: Historical Romance

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BLURB:

1893 . . . Jennifer Crawford, the peacekeeper in a well-to-do Boston family rife with anger, deceit, and even treachery,  was born to solve mathematical mysteries at a time when women are only beginning to venture from home and into the world of commerce and politics. Beautiful and shy, she struggles to find the courage to face a scheming mother and guide a father denying their familial dysfunction, hesitant to traverse the volatile economics banks are facing at the turn of the twentieth century. But danger threatens when she discovers the crimes of an abusive man determined to make Jennifer his own.

Zebidiah Moran, chief of staff for a new senator in Washington, is determined to uncover the lovely Jennifer’s secrets and guard her from danger. But will his sacrifices be enough to keep her safe?


EXCERPT

“Why do you continue to be kind to me?” Jennifer asked.

“I was raised a Southern gentleman. My mother would have tanned my hide had she heard me being anything less than that,” Zeb said and smiled at her. “You have not been yourself since coming here. Although you were quiet when you first arrived, you were different when you were staying with your sister. You were happy and relaxed. You seem to me to be everything but happy and relaxed here in your own home.”

She dabbed her eyes. “You cannot understand the implications of the situation I am in. You know nothing of Boston society or our family business. I must solve these issues in my own way, on my own.”

“I do not understand Boston society, or even your or your family’s place in it, but I do understand men like Jeffrey Rothchild. His kind of intimidation happens in the cheapest saloon, the most luxurious boardroom, and in the kitchens of everyday families. You are not unique nor do you need to manage this yourself. Please don’t call yourself a coward, either. You are not a coward. You are facing an enemy alone; however, that is not necessary. Allow me to help.”

She stared into his eyes. “I am shaken to my core. What I’ve always thought I could discern about another person has been proven to be completely and utterly wrong. The stakes, the consequences of my poor judgment, threaten the Crawford family, threaten those that depend on us, threaten the fortunes and the legacy my family has built. Where Jolene expected a lifestyle of wealth as our due, and Julia naively assumed that everyone lived as we did, I knew differently. I know that the kind of wealth and prestige our family enjoys is the product of incredibly hard work, perfect timing, and considerable luck, otherwise, every other family in America would be wealthy and enjoy a home such as Willow Tree with all of its amenities. That existence hangs in the balance. I will not allow this generation to fritter it away.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Holly Bush writes historical romance set in the U.S.in the late 1800’s, in Victorian England, and recently released her first Women’s Fiction title. Her books are described as emotional, with heartfelt, sexy romance. She makes her home with her husband in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  Connect with Holly at www.hollybushbooks.com and on Twitter @hollybushbooks and on Facebook at Holly Bush.

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Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Welcome contemporary romance author, Kelly Eadon...




Hi Kelly & welcome to my blog! It's great to have you here - I'm looking forward to finding out more about you and your writing. Wishing you lots of sales and success with your latest release, THE WEDDING DATE. Let's start with my questions...

1.) What is the strangest talent you have?

Cursing.  I’m oh-so-good at cursing while pretending to be a lady.  My talent grows if I’m wearing high heels and/or pearls.

2.) What is the best Halloween costume you’ve ever worn?
A few years back I was a bag of marijuana.  I bought a super-sized Ziploc bag, filled it with Spanish peat moss, then hung it around my neck and wore a green shirt underneath. I was not allowed to hand out candy to the kids that year.

3.) Are the titles of your books important? 

When I wrote my first book I thought of it as “The Wedding Date”, but there was a movie out by that title so I queried it as something else.  Imagine my surprise when my editor decided to call it The Wedding Date!  I usually defer to my editor on titles and cover images, but I’m lucky to work with a publishing house that values the input of its authors.

4.) If you’re struggling with a scene or difficult character, what methods help you through it?

I have to take a break from it, get out of my house and get out of my head.  Usually a work out, or a walk with the dogs does the trick.  I find that if I stop forcing it, the scene or the dialogue will come to me later when I’m least expecting.  
Also wine.  If I sit down with a glass of wine and stop obsessing over the computer, I often get new ideas.

5.) Do you prefer dog, cats or none of the above?  

All of the above.  I’ve been actively involved in animal rescue since college.  We’ve fostered more than fifty dogs and cats and we own four cats and two dogs.  Most of our dogs and cats are what we call “foster failures”, meaning we took them with plans to find them a different home….then didn’t.  They each have unique personalities, so they’ve all stolen their own little pieces of my heart.

6.) Who’s your favourite author? Why?  

It’s hard to pick just one.  But if you really made me, I’d probably choose Barbara Kingsolver.  I love how she writes complex, relatable characters and takes them on journeys I never could have imagined.

7.) Do you have a pet peeve?  

When my editor tells me to make a scene funnier.  I can’t control the things that come out of my mouth or the words that fly from my fingers, otherwise I might know better than to say or write them in the first place!  

8.) Do you remember your dreams when you wake up in the morning?

Sometimes!  The best ones make their way into my books.


Blurb:

A LITTLE FAKE RELATIONSHIP NEVER HURT ANYONE . . . 

Kate Massie has big dreams-they just haven't worked out. Yet. In the meantime, she spends her days clerking for a judge and her nights fantasizing about her tall, dark, and sexy gym crush. So when she runs into him one night, she's shocked to realize he was her shy, nerdy junior-prom date. But that isn't where the surprises end . . . 

James Abell needs a date to his sister's wedding. So when Kate agrees, he's relieved . . . until one little lie turns their wedding date into a full-blown fake relationship. Only it doesn't feel fake-not the toe-curling kisses and definitely not the electricity. Neither of them is looking for something real . . . but they just might fall for their own little white lie.


My website is www.kellyeadon.com.  
Twitter: @keauthor  

Saturday, 23 April 2016

SEAL for Her Protection by Paige Tyler...


Series: SEALs of Coronado, Book One



Release Date: April 12, 2016


When investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists, she's sure they're going to kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her. After getting her to safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.

Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even though she didn't see his face that night he rescued her, she can't forget his beautiful blue eyes.

The attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren’t supposed to really exist, but Chasen does, and damn is he hot.

But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone's been watching her. Is it post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL to protect her.



Excerpt:


She’d thought he’d be easy to find, but the place was SEAL hunk central, with an awful lot of the fit, attractive guys in attendance. While quite a few of them flashed charming grins in her direction, none of them had those unforgettable blue eyes she’d spent the past four weeks seeing in her dreams.

Her earlier assessment had been right. This was hopeless.

Sighing, Hayley turned to go in search of Brad instead and almost smacked right into the broad, muscular chest of a guy in blue camo. She stared at his uniform up close, absently wondering why the Navy wore blue camouflage. It wasn’t like they were ever going to be in a blue jungle. She glanced at the rank on his collar—noting the three chevrons of a petty officer first class—then the nametag sewn on the right hand side of his chest, noting his name—it said WARD—before lifting her head to apologize for practically mowing him down. But when her gaze met his, all she could do was stare. There couldn’t be two men on the planet with eyes that blue. She’d found the SEAL who’d saved her life.

“It’s you,” she breathed.

Okay, that definitely wasn’t the most intelligent thing she’d ever said out loud. But the SEAL smiled anyway, flashing the cutest pair of dimples her way. Hayley’s breath hitched. She’d tried to picture what he looked like ever since that night, alternating between Chris Hemsworth and Henry Cavill and finally settling on a combination of the two. She hadn’t even been close. Petty Officer Ward was even more gorgeous than she imagined. Taller than she was by nearly a foot, he had broad shoulders, dark hair, and a square jaw to go along with those mesmerizing eyes. Now, this was what a superhero should look like.

“It is,” he said. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Ms. Garner.”

She’d been so caught up in the memory of the captivating blue of his eyes she’d completely forgotten how sexy his voice was. The deep, rich tones caressed her, making her feel warm all over. Just like they had that night in Africa. Wow, this guy was pure sexy, wrapped in blue camo. She had a crazy urge to ask him to say something else—anything else—so she could hear that voice again.

“Call me Hayley, please,” she finally managed.

She offered him her hand, pulse skipping when he took it. Wow, he had really big hands. A little part of her mind whispered something about the significance of that, but she ignored it. Instead, she focused on the overall sense of strength seeming to pour off him in waves. Being this close to him and getting a chance to take in how tall and muscular he was reminded her of the way he’d picked her up and carried her so effortlessly that night—all while using a weapon.

Hayley had never thought of herself as the kind of woman who wanted to be swept off her feet by a guy, but right now she was thinking this man could carry her anywhere he wanted to.

Damn, this guy was seriously messing with her calm, cool journalist exterior.

“Chasen Ward,” he said.

Chasen. Unusual, but it fit him. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous guy.

She wondered if the guy realized the kind of effect he likely had on every woman on the planet, especially the one standing right in front of him. Probably not, she guessed. Guys were usually clueless about that kind of stuff.

“How did things go over there?” she asked. “After you got me out, I mean.”

She cringed as soon as the words were out. Guess he hadn’t messed with her journalist mojo as much as she’d thought. Crap, now he’d think she was looking for a scoop. Nothing turned people off more than a nosy reporter.

But he merely nodded. The shade from the brim on his hat accentuated his chiseled features as he moved, making them seem even more angular.

“They went well,” he said. “My Team and I got back a few days ago as a matter of fact.”

Her inner Barbara Walters wanted to ask what else they’d done over there, but before she could decide if that was a good idea or not, two other Navy guys in blue camouflage sauntered over. Both petty officers second class, they were tall, well-built, and good looking.

“Hey, I know you,” the younger of the two men said with a trace of a Southern accent. Blond with brown eyes, he had that casual Channing Tatum-thing going on. “Though I hope you don’t mind me saying, you look a lot better now than you did the last time we saw you.” Hayley frowned in confusion at the two men, sure she would have remembered if she’d met them before.

Chasen chuckled. “This is Dalton Jennings and Nash Cantrell. They were with me when we rescued you that night. You’ll have to forgive Dalton for being clueless. He’s taken several classes on how to be charming, but unfortunately, he keeps failing them.”

She laughed and shook hands with both men. Dalton looked so chagrined, she couldn’t help but take pity on him. “Don’t worry about it, Dalton. I’m well aware of how much of a mess I looked that night. Thanks for being there with Chasen and the rest of your Team.”

The SEAL visibly relaxed, giving her another grin. “No problem. Just doing our job, ma’am.”

Dalton might have failed out of charm school—according to Chasen at least—but there wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t swoon over that Southern drawl.

“I know it was hard to tell with all the gear we had on,” Dalton continued. “But I was the one doing this.”

Dark eyes suddenly intense, he struck an action hero pose, arms lifted as if he were holding an imaginary machine gun. On either side of him, Chasen and Nash snorted in unison.

“You mean you were the one nearly running into every wall around you because the batteries in your NVGs were dying.” Nash pointed out drily, his dark eyes filled with amusement.

Dalton considered that a moment, then dropped the pose and shrugged. “That might have been me.”

Hayley laughed, unable to help herself. They were both funny—and seriously cute—but she had to admit she was glad when they took off a little while later, leaving her alone with Chasen.

“How is your ankle feeling?” he asked as his buddies walked off toward the pavilion.

“Much better, thanks,” she said.

He looked down pointedly at her foot where it peeked out from under her long skirt. She’d tried not to make it obvious, but she’d been standing with all her weight on her good foot so she could give the injured one a rest. Chasen lifted a brow as if he saw through the little white lie.

Hayley gave him a sheepish look. “Okay, you caught me. It still hurts a little. But it really is much better. Thanks to you.”

“How’s that?”

“If you hadn’t gotten there in time, a messed-up ankle would have been the least of my worries. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for saving my life.”

That playful grin returned. “I’m more than ready to call it even if you consider going out to dinner with me.”

If Chasen were any other guy, Hayley might consider making him work a little harder for a date. But she’d been more than ready to go out with him since he’d loaded her on that helicopter over in Africa. Heck, there’d been a time or two when she’d woken up from an especially nice dream involving the Navy

SEAL when she was ready to do a lot more than date the guy. Rip off his uniform and roll around on the floor with him being one thing that came to mind.

“Dinner sounds great,” she said, quite proud of her ability to maintain her composure.

“Friday night work for you?”

“Perfect.”

Hayley entered her number in his phone while he did the same with hers, then she gave him her address.

“I’ll see you at 1830 hours,” he said, then chuckled. “I mean, six-thirty.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, and meant it.

Touching his fingers to the brim of his hat in a causal salute, Chasen gave her another smile then strode off. Hayley let out a sigh as she watched him go. Damn, he made that blue camouflage uniform look good.


About the Author:


Paige_Tyler_-_Purple_Top_Standing-375x564Paige is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.

When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)




Thursday, 21 April 2016

Introducing my fabulous friend & Harper Impulse author, Angel Nicholas...


Woohoo! We're live! SO sorry for the mess up with my pesky WIFI this morning and my late posting of your fabulous interview & blurb of your latest release, Dying For Love - wishing you all the success and sales in the world, lovely lady! Let's kick off with my questions...

1)     What do you read while in the midst of a project? Or don’t you?
I read research material—I’m especially fond of psychological evaluations of career criminals, the more disturbed the better, and whatever novels pique my interest.

2)      What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?
Add it to my bookcases if I loved it; donate it to the library if I didn’t.
3)      Are you nervous about friends reading your book?
Yes! Especially my author friends.
4)      What things inspire you to write? Location, music, film or even in a book?
Everything. No, seriously. Everything! I find inspiration everywhere, even dreams. It's an illness, I’ve decided.
5)     Share your blurb or short excerpt from your latest release with us.
Death is preferable to what awaits in her forgotten past…

Coffee is the only thing standing between Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.

All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold. He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable resolve to keep her safe.

Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what he lost.

Angel Nicholas pens another wildly passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.

6)      What’s next for you?
It’s a busy year! I plan on releasing a romantic suspense in July, titled BLOOD WILL TELL. In early Winter 2016, I’ll be releasing a collection of dark erotica short stories.


BLURB
Death is preferable to what awaits in her forgotten past…

Coffee is the only thing standing between Grace Debry and a straight-jacket since she gave up swearing in honor of her foster mom. A rash of break-ins make her wonder if caffeine is enough. Especially when the notes left behind make it personal. Her brand-spanking new life is more nightmare than dream-come-true.

All Matthew Duncan has wanted since hiring Grace is to have her in his passenger seat, his arms, and his bed. As they grow closer, the feisty brunette proves to be a handful—one Matt is happy to hold. He’s determined to give her the happily ever after she stopped believing in years ago. Unfortunately for Grace, it will take more than Matt’s considerable resolve to keep her safe.

Three’s a crowd—not that he cares. Every move she makes, every breath she takes … he’s watching. Waiting to reclaim what he lost.

Angel Nicholas pens another wildly passionate romantic suspense with Dying for Love.


EXCERPT
His hand on the small of her back, he escorted her out of the restaurant. He leaned a fraction closer, dropped his chin and inhaled. She smelled like heaven. A sweet musky scent that was pure woman. She turned and smiled, her hair brushing across the back of his hand like strands of silk.

“Thank you for dinner. And for the ride.” Her gaze went to his Harley. A woman after his own heart, lusting after power and a rumbling engine. He could get into that.

Down, boy.

Handing her the spare helmet, he threw a leg over and settled on the low seat. He pulled on his helmet and started the bike, then held out his hand to help her on. He turned to make sure she got on safely. Grace grinned like a kid in a candy store, her eyes glinting behind the visor.

She climbed on like an old pro, hands clutching his sides while she settled. Her legs came to rest alongside his, her arms wrapped around him, and he revved the motor. The bike vibrated between his legs, and he could have sworn Grace moaned. Her arms tightened around him.

She did things to him he wouldn’t have thought possible. He’d perfected self-control. Or so he’d thought, until she came into his life.

Matt eased away from the curb, Grace clinging to him like a second skin. About as close to heaven as a guy could get. He rumbled to a stop at a red light and glanced back.

Grace raised her head and met his eyes. Cheeks pink, lids half-closed and moist lips parted, she was the picture of a woman on the verge of an orgasm. He bit back a groan. What he wouldn’t give to tip her over the edge.

He lifted his visor and Grace followed suit.

“How about a ride before I drop you at your place?”

She nodded, eyes sparkling. He revved the engine again. She bit her lip and her eyelids slid down. Holy crap. A visual slammed into his brain of Grace’s sweet pussy pressed against the vibrating seat. Of course, she was naked.

Her hips shifted, her heat pressing against him. Her eyes opened, bright with arousal. Watching her was the biggest turn-on he’d ever experienced. Two more seconds of this and he’d be useless. He winked, slammed his visor shut and faced the intersection.

The light changed and he rumbled forward, slow and easy, muscles tight. Damn, he needed to get a grip. So what if the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was hot, bothered, and wrapped around him like a well-worn leather jacket. He was a grown man, not some horny teenager.

The vibration of the powerful engine beneath him increased as he accelerated. He could have sworn Grace whimpered as she pressed closer, rubbing against him like a cat. Unable to resist, he revved the motor again. Her head dropped against his back. Her sweet, drawn-out moan reached him over the low rumble of the bike. The painful erection wearing the imprint of his zipper throbbed in time with his pulse.

Had what he thought just happened, happened?


BIO
Angel Nicholas spent her childhood writing angst-ridden poetry and hiding behind romance novels. Now the mother of four children and one beautiful grandchild, fiction is still her refuge. Excessive caffeine fuels her typing. The splendors of Idaho inspire her muse. When she's not torturing her characters, Angel can be found in the nearest coffee shop or shoe store.

LINKAGE

Angel's Website:  http://angelnicholas.com/ 

Book Trailer:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BG-pETuKpS8

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

THE CHIC BOUTIQUE ON BAKER STREET BY RACHEL DOVE...


Genre: romantic fiction
Release Date: 21st April 2016
Publisher:  Mills & Boon

The perfect escape to the country…
Recently single and tired of the London rat race Amanda is determined to make her dreams of setting up an idyllic countryside boutique come true, and the picturesque village of Westfield is the perfect place to
make a fresh start.
Local vet Ben is the golden boy of Westfield, especially to resident gossip Agatha Mayweather, who is determined to help Ben get his life back together after his wife left.
When a chance encounter outside the ‘chic boutique’ sets sparks flying between Amanda and Ben, Agatha is itching to set them up. But are Amanda and Ben really ready for romance?
The Chic Boutique on Baker Street is the debut novel from Rachel Dove, winner of The Prima Flirty Fiction Competition. You won’t be able to resist this heart-warming romantic story set in an idyllic Yorkshire village, full of lovable characters and laugh-out-loud moments…as Amanda finds her way to a second chance at life and love. This is the reading escape you’ve been looking for!

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ABOUT RACHEL DOVE


Rachel Louise Dove is a mum of two from Yorkshire. She has always loved writing and has a had previous success as a self-published author. Rachel is the winner of the Mills & Boon Flirty Fiction competition.
Her first novel, Crossing Life Lines is out now in Kindle and paperback format.

Twitter - @WriterDove




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Saturday, 16 April 2016

My Writing Journey...

My writing journey started back in 2000 when I made my first attempts at short story writing. It took a year of rejections before I managed to get acceptance in women’s magazines and online. I then had my second daughter in 2001 and most of us will know how a new born can take over your life and everything else go on the back burner.

Once I started to feel capable of writing again…and the baby started napping for a couple of hours a day, I went back to my short story writing. Further success made me want to reach for my goal of becoming a published novelist. After taking a long…long time to complete my first novel, Searching For Sophie was accepted by The Wild Rose Press in 2006.

Since then, my career has gone from strength to strength and as I am lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mum, I am able to pretty much treat my writing as a full-time job.

After several novel and novella releases with small presses, I secured a US agent in 2011. I am happy to say I now write contemporary romance and romantic suspense for Harlequin Superromance and Victorian romance for eKensington. The latest Superromance is Her Hometown Redemption, the fifth book in my ongoing Templeton Cove Stories (each book can be read as a stand-alone). My latest with eKensington is Her One True Love, my fourth Victorian romance.

If people ever ask me what was the most helpful in starting and extending career, I would have to say the wonderful online courses on plotting, point of view, characterization and pacing available, as well as entering the wonderful contests ran by the Romance Writers of America chapters. I can’t recommend entering them enough for gaining feedback and confidence.

I wish any aspiring writers who visit my blog all the best – any questions, feel free to ask!


Rachel x

Thursday, 14 April 2016

Introducing Sealed With A Kiss by Susan Lute...


Sealed With A Kiss
by Susan Lute

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

When friends become lovers, is there a chance friendship can turn into something more?

Cyber security consultant, Sloane Cooper is dumped by her wanna-be politician boyfriend, his parting shot—not only are you the worst girlfriend ever, but you're a lousy kisser, too! So she turns to game developer Miles Preston for “kissing lessons”. But Miles doesn't want to be Sloane's rebound guy. How does he convince his best friend steamy kisses are not enough? Traditional wooing won't work. Can a few well chosen gaming obstacles do the trick instead?

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EXCERPT

“You're not wearing the dress I bought you.” 

The up and coming political star with aspirations for the U. S. Senate, was irritated.

Sloane wasn't surprised. She glanced down at the black leggings, emerald-green flowing top inset with slashes of lace, and her favorite Converse tennis shoes before opening the door wide as an invitation to enter.

She grabbed her cell from the side table where she'd left it. Five o'clock? Crap!

Scrambling to find an excuse that wouldn't irritate him further, the only thing she could conjure up was the truth. “I'm sorry. Picked up this sweet gig today. Identifying spyware. Worms. Intruders. The whole nine yards. I lost track of time.”

She backed toward her bedroom and the dress that so wasn't her style.

Her consulting business, Cooper Cyber Securities, was her life. Well, with the exception of Todd, the guy she'd been dating for two years. And she loved it. The challenge. Excitement of the chase. Sussing out code gone wrong. Locking out hackers.

When her apology had no affect—Todd's brows pulled into an intimidating

canyon—Sloane stopped retreating. Hands plunked on hips, she took a stand. She didn't need anyone telling her what to wear. Except just this once she should probably make an exception. If she was interested in talking him out of his foul mood.

She wasn't given a chance.

“My god, Sloane! When are you going to grow up and start living in the real world?”

Real world? What was that supposed to mean? She had a real-world job. She swallowed sudden anger before she said something that wouldn't help the situation. “I said I was sorry. It won't take long to get ready. Ten minutes. Fifteen tops.”

Before she could spin around to perform this miracle—really she'd need at the very least thirty minutes—Todd's next words stopped her cold.

“This isn't going to work for me.”



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like all children of military families, Susan spent her childhood moving from one duty station to the next. An ardent student of human nature, she acquired a love for ancient history and myth, a fascination for the ridiculous and unusual, and is the first to admit, she still collects way too much useless information. These days, when not working as a Registered Nurse, she writes whenever she can. When not writing, her favorite things to do are spend time with family, read, watch movies, garden, take black-and-white photos, travel, and remodel her house.



Website: http://susanlute.com/          









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