Spotlight: Catching Rebecca by Siera London

Trapped by family obligations, Rebecca Lynn Holbrook, the heir to Holbrook Industries, is not the spoiled rich girl everyone thinks she is. She’s a company asset to be sold and traded. In exchange for the cash infusion the company needs, Rebecca Lynn has seven days to complete a negotiated marriage contract. There’s just one hitch in the plan—-her lover—-sexy ex-Navy officer Darwin Masters.

Darwin Masters is not the man he used to be. He has no use for the constraints of society nor family expectations. When a tragic accident leads him back to Shell Cove, he finds healing and comfort in Rebecca Lynn’s arms. Focused on starting his security firm and building a new life with the woman he loves, Darwin is blindsided by news of Rebecca Lynn’s impending nuptials.

But nothing is as it appears. When an impulsive decision lands Rebecca Lynn in Darwin’s arms once again, it sets off a chain reaction of dangerous consequences neither of them anticipated.
With Rebecca Lynn in danger, and Darwin’s fledgling company in jeopardy, how will they protect their love and outwit the powerful enemy fast approaching?

Excerpt

Banging at the door had Rebecca Lynn tunneling shaking fingers into her hair. Well, it would have been hair, but the half-cocked halo veil overflowed her hands long before she felt a single strand of hair.

"Go away. I'm sick," she yelled. The force of the knock rattled the door within the frame. Not Mother Margaret this time. A man stood on the other side of the door. Had Margaret returned with reinforcements? Obviously, Mother's prompting led Dick to express some interest in Rebecca Lynn's whereabouts. He'd remained blank faced while Rebecca Lynn showered him with her gastric affection. Had her fiancé come for his bride? If so, Dick could suck Rebecca Lynn's teacups because she would leave this room when she was ready and not a moment sooner.

The cash infusion Holbrook Industries needed dictated when she married. Her father controlled whom she married. Margaret, with her wedding marshal tactics, oversaw the wedding’s execution. It might not be much, but Rebecca Lynn would decide the hour she walked down the aisle.

"So am I, B." She recognized his voice instantly. The air froze in Rebecca Lynn's lungs. Darwin's soft bass flowed over her with the warming effect of softened butter on a fresh-from-the-oven biscuit. The best kind of Southern comfort. He was the only person to call her B. Your kiss is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Darwin made her feel as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His effect held true more than a decade later. He'd called her Honey B for the first time that day. Her cheeks warmed with a blush remembering her first kiss. The gentle force of Darwin's tongue as it parted her lips. The sweet caress–

"B ... open the door."

Rebecca Lynn jumped when the door shook behind her. Nervous fingers fiddled with the knob, the hinges squeaking when she flung the door wide.

Darwin's muscular frame filled the doorway. With both hands holding either side of the doorway as if he were caging her in, he was six sexy feet of everything she ever wanted in a man. His angular jaw more pronounced with his lips pressed together in a firm line. He had a slight crook to his nose, with a wider tip and thick brows over arresting blue moon eyes. His eyes held a rolling wave of sexual hunger when they met hers. Darwin – an Ivy League naval officer – turned his back on the privilege of affluence to serve his country. He'd cast off polite society's rules long ago. Everything about him was military crisp and raw. His blond waves, once soft and vibrant as corn silk, were gone, replaced by a precision cut at the nape and temple; the golden spikes resembled the plume of a Roman soldier's galea. He didn't make a move, so she did.

"Get in here," Rebecca Lynn said, pulling him inside. She peered left then right down the hallway before she slammed the door. She stood stock-still as he regarded her from bare feet to twisted halo. Unsure what to expect from his inscrutable expression, she threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. A bubble of laughter tumbled from her lips when he squeezed her tight. Confident and sure arms encircled her waist, anchoring her to him. The knot that had formed in her stomach seven days ago when her father had called her into his study to inform her that she was marrying Dick uncoiled.  

"Hey, babe," he whispered. The soft press of his lips to her forehead was like a spark to a powder keg. In an instant, her insides ignited demanding a deeper connection. "How you holding up?"

At five-foot-eight, it was easy for Darwin to place a kiss in all the places she liked. Closing her eyes, Rebecca Lynn breathed in his familiar Cool Water scent and melted in his arms. She placed her parted lips on his neck, sucking gently, before delivering a moist kiss over the reddened area to soothe.

Gripping his t-shirt, she pulled him closer. “I’m better ... now."

About the Author

Siera London is the Bestselling Author of drama-filled, action-packed, and sexy, contemporary romance and romantic suspense. A native Floridian, Siera lives on the Gulf of Mexico with her active duty husband, seven backyard iguanas, and a color patch tabby with a proclivity for jamming the printer.

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Spotlight: A Man of Honor by Miranda Liasson

Former Army Captain and venture capitalist Preston Guthrie has always had a thing for Cat Kingston, but he never felt like he could date his best friend’s sister. Plus, he’s a wrong-side-of-the-tracks guy and she’s a white-picket-fence kind of woman. Yet when they met again just before he was deployed, sparks flew. A fire ignited. And the heat was hot. For the first time, he thought a relationship with her might be possible…until an injury in the war changed everything…

Journalist Cat Kingston had a rough couple of years, surviving a broken engagement and the loss of her job. But connecting with Preston last fall seemed right. They shared steamy Skype sessions while he was overseas—until he was wounded, and cut her off without explanation. Now he’s back in town to be the Best Man for her sister’s wedding…and she wants answers.

Preston’s struggling with a leg wound, but the war scarred him on the inside, too. When Cat pays him a surprise visit and her brother catches them in a compromising position, Preston tells him they’re dating. He’s not sure how he can spend the entire wedding week fake-dating her when the chemistry between them feels anything but…    

Excerpt

Whoever this woman was, he was certain she was not a prostitute. His friends weren’t that tacky. But no reason he couldn’t play along for a bit. Even with his bum leg, he’d had plenty of offers from sympathetic young things pining to do their patriotic duty for a fallen soldier. He’d never been that desperate. Still wasn’t. But he’d love a distraction. Love to forget everything for just a few moments:  the pain, the hell, the woman he’d left in the dust.

The lady in black sashayed across the room to stand directly behind him, where he couldn’t easily turn to see her face. She looped cool hands over his eyes, leaning her elbows on the top of his chair. Raindrops rolled off her jacket and landed on his neck, sending a slight shiver cascading down his back. A clean, delicate fragrance he couldn’t quite place enveloped him in a cloud of scent.

“What would you like tonight, soldier?” Her voice was smooth as silk, but her hands trembled, making him think she must be young, inexperienced. She brushed her lips softly along his neck. He would put a stop to this nonsense in a minute, but God, it felt too damn good to be touched.

The image that played before his eyes, stabbing his heart with the same immutable pain as his worthless leg, was of another woman, not vampy, not sultry. Soft blond hair, a smile as sweet as homemade sugar cookies at Christmas. More slender than curvy, but just right for his tastes. There’d been a time before his injury when he’d almost believed he could make up for his shitty upbringing and be the man she needed. But not anymore. And not ever.

The war had changed all that.

That scent. Lavender, that’s what it was. Sweet and old fashioned, a huge contrast to her provocative behavior. Familiar. And that voice, too, once you peeled off the layers of that phony lilt.

His heart accelerated, his senses sharpening with suspicion. “Why are you here?” he asked as casually as he could manage while he reached up his hands and curved them around her wrists. Slender, just like hers.

“Your friends sent me to show you a good time,” she said. He ran his hands lightly up her arms, stopping just below her elbow.

His heart pumped equal parts dread and anticipation through his body. Too many coincidences had raised his spy sense. Her timidity, the disguise, the sweet smell that had permeated his dreams every bloody night in the hot, arid desert. This was no stripper. Or dancer. Or whatever masquerade she was playing at. He didn’t know how or why, but he’d recognize Catherine Kingston if he was blind and deaf.  

His hands stilled at her elbows. For one moment, he stroked the soft skin, enjoying the forbidden feel of her. Then he tightened his hold, pivoted his shoulders, and sent her tumbling into his lap. The hood tipped back, and he found himself staring into a pair of angry eyes the color of a September sky.

“What the—”

She struggled against him, but he didn’t ease up. His leg might be just about useless, but everywhere else, he was lock-grip strong. He’d pinned her as easily as a judo master’s takedown.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.  

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Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes series romance for Entangled Publishing and lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.

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Cover Reveal: Her Legacy by Teresa Crumpton

About the Book

The Foster House

The house is important, and so are you, hexe. The ancient ones foretold this. Yet, we’re still not sure. But we won’t kill you. We have killed before, those that didn’t have the blood. Your ancestors want to protect you; they need to. Blood is the key. He wants your blood.

Peace and harmony must be restored.

A house’s thirst for blood and a family secret are revealed when Alexis, a young empathetic law student, inherits her family’s long forgotten estate, The Foster House.

An empathetic law student is the key.

When Alexis moves in to The Foster House, she is surrounded by ghosts and a mysterious history. A history that is her legacy. But it’s not just the house she needs to worry about. An evil entity has enlisted the help of an ex-special ops Captain, Brenton Young, to manipulate Alexis’s life for his own dark purposes.

A family legacy will be revealed.

As the FBI, NSA, and local police close in on Brenton Young, Alexis enlists the help of her boss and secret crush, District Attorney, Josh Hampton. Together, can they solve the mysteries of the house and discover what her true legacy really is or will the answers they find lead to more questions & mysteries?

About Teresa Crumpton

Teresa Crumpton writes dark supernatural thrillers along with poetry, non-fiction and short stories. She started writing when she was young, never thinking one day she'd turn her passion into a career. She started writing her novel in eight-grade, though it's changed over the years. Teresa’s first novel, Her Legacy, is a haunting ghost story with a little rumored family history within the pages.

Teresa obtained two degrees, Government with an Emphasis in Legal Studies, and English Lit, hoping to get into law school. In 2004 she married the man of her dreams. As they moved around the country her dreams changed. She once again went back to school, this time obtaining a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, and her writing became not only her passion, but also the fulfilment of a promise to her father before he passed.

Teresa Crumpton grew up in Cincinnati and Dallas/Ft. Worth, making her a hybrid midwest and southern girl. She has five siblings (all half or step), which always made for a boisterous Christmas while traveling.

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Spotlight: His Heart's Revenge by Jenny Holiday

Twenty years ago, I was too smart and too poor to be cool. Now I’m laughing my way to the bank—the bank I’m CEO of. Nothing can touch me.

Except maybe him.

We met at summer camp. We made out under the stars. Then he stabbed me in the back.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But I’m gonna go with hot.

Alexander Evangelista is a millionaire with all the trappings: houses all over the world and hot guys lined up whenever he’s in need of some no-strings-attached company. He's on his way to world domination.

A CEO in his own right, Cary Bell is competing for a major client with his boyhood crush. He’s never forgiven himself for betraying Alex. But with his professional reputation on the line, he’s going to have to find his inner cutthroat if he wants his new company to succeed.

Alex isn’t about to let his nemesis steal a client out from under him. It’s time to break Cary’s company—and his heart.

Excerpt

Ready to make his thoughts on the matter known, Alexander swung open the door.

And was blindsided by Cary Bell, leaning against the wall in the small vestibule between Alexander’s elevator and his front door in jeans and a black leather jacket, looking like fucking James Dean paying a house call.

They stared at each other for several seconds, before Cary pushed off the wall and came to stand at his full height, which put him exactly eye to eye with Alexander. After another few moments of silence, Alexander’s dick stirred, which made him angry as hell.

They both spoke at the same time, Alexander saying, “How did you get up here?” and Cary saying, “I came to apologize.”

The simultaneous attempt at speaking sent them both back into silence. But it wasn’t truly silence. Alexander could hear his blood pounding and Cary’s rapid breathing. Apologize? That was the last thing in the world Alexander had expected, and it had him reeling. A glance at the other man’s chest confirmed that he was as unsettled as Alexander. He lifted his eyes to Cary’s face, only to find that his midnight visitor was checking him out, and not very subtly. Alexander, who was wearing only his underwear, straightened his spine. He might have been scrawnier than Cary the athlete back at camp, but he’d bet next quarter’s returns that with his disciplined jujitsu and lifting routine of the past two decades, he’d caught up.

He watched Cary’s eyes slide over his boxers. There was no mistaking what was going on there because the partial erection he’d been battling since he’d left Cary at Liu’s house had escalated to the full meal deal. He was tempted to say that Cary had woken him up, but he bit his tongue. He didn’t need an excuse. He was a allowed to have a boner in his own house, for fuck’s sake.

Slowly, so slowly, his gaze feeling so much like a physical caress that the skin on Alexander’s chest started to prickle, Cary raised his eyes to meet Alexander’s. Alexander had been expecting one of his nemesis’s trademark smirks, raised eyebrows that suggested bemusement, since that seemed to be Cary’s attitude toward everything. He expected him to somehow twist the apology into a prank. But no. All he saw in those eyes was heat. Those blue-gray irises were usually the epitome of cool. But not now. No, right now they were nearly subsumed by dilated pupils the color of night.

Alexander tried to think what came next, but his brain was full of tar, even as his limbs were on high alert and his senses heightened.

Cary shook his head, as if to clear it. It had the effect of wiping that dazed expression off his face. Alexander could swear he saw the heat leaving Cary’s expression. One corner of his visitor’s mouth turned up. No. He didn’t want that fucking holier-than-thou, punk-ass smirk. Not here. Not while he was standing in the doorway of his condo in his underwear, harder than steel.

Cary unzipped his leather jacket, revealing a worn white T-shirt. Alexander had forgotten how well Cary did casual. Then Cary shoved his hands in his jean pockets, perfecting his Rebel Without a Cause look. Alexander lifted his gaze back up to Cary’s face. The proto-smirk was a little more advanced, as if it were emerging in slow motion. Again, the thought that filled his head was, simply, no.

He grabbed the jacket, the slide of the old, soft leather over his fingers torture for his over-tuned senses. He wasn’t sure if relief lay in feeling less or feeling more. But he didn’t care, because his only mission was to stop that fucking smirk in its tracks.

So he yanked, hard, crashing his mouth down on Cary’s and swallowing his visitor’s gasp of shock.

About the Author

Jenny Holiday started writing at age nine when her fourth grade teacher gave her a notebook and told her to start writing stories. That first batch featured mass murderers on the loose, alien invasions, and hauntings. From then on, she was always writing, often in her diary, where she liked to decorate declarations of existential angst with nail polish teardrops. Later, she channeled her penchant for scribbling into a more useful format, picking up a PhD in geography and then working in PR. Eventually, she figured out that happy endings were more fun than alien invasions. 

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Spotlight: Dazed Bullet by Serena Kearney

I have a temper. I’m angry. That’s a given.

How I take it out? At my job in the boxing room of our gym. I’ve spent over a year trying to harness it, but I wasn’t by myself.

Almost every night, like clockwork, he’s there on one side and I’m at the other. He is big, rugged, but handsome.

He’s also scary. Silent. Deadly.

When I hear the name Bullet, you would think I would have gone running in the other direction.

I didn’t. I should.

He has a past.

He has secrets. Danger. Pain. Sorrow.

Little did I know that it would just bring us closer together.

Excerpt

“Spar?” Wow. I’ve never actually done this. “You want me to hit you?” I pointed to him.

He crossed his arms. “Don’t worry, I can take a hit.” He smirked.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” I gave a small laugh.

“Are you scared of me?” He tilted his head slightly.

Yes. “No.” I cleared my throat.

“Look, I’m not going to go full-force on you, because obviously, I could just break you.” He pointed up and down my body. “I already know you can handle yourself, but it’s about having control and defending yourself properly, especially from someone tw—” his eyes roamed me again as he paused “—three times your size.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Now, we’ll start off slow, get you used to it.” He got in his boxing stance, and so did I. “Now, I’m going to throw three jabs at you, and you’re going to block, okay?”

I nodded. His fists went flying at my arm as I held it up, the first two weren’t bad, but the last one stung hard on my forearm, but I took it.

“Did that hurt?”

Yes. “No.”

His eyes flinched like he knew I was lying. “Again.” When he punched, he took in breaths through his nose and let out three sharp grunts. It took my mind somewhere else in the bedroom… until the three hits stung so hard on my arms, but I gritted my teeth and took it. “Did that hurt?”

Fuck yes. “No.”

He let out a big sigh and put his arms down as he stood straight. “Listen, the thing about sparring, it’s about control and trust.” I swallowed. “If you aren’t honest with each other, it’s not safe for either of you. Sparring is a relationship. You have to be honest, and I know those hits hurt, because even though I was holding back, I know my hits and I wasn’t gentle.”

Nothing like being caught in my own lies. “Okay, fine.” I sighed.

He got back in his stance and threw the same hits at me again. “Now, did that hurt?” He watched me and was staring me down.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“Good.”

About the Author

I love to write! I LOVE to read! Sometimes I have to balance it out... No. Don't read that... write...but then if the book calls to me, I have to stop writing to finish the book....HA! Go figure!  I love green tea in the mornings....yes tea... not coffee... tea. Don't get me wrong, I love coffee too.....BUT I LOVE tea waaaay more!  I love straws... don't judge, but I just have to have a straw when I drink things...I don't know why.

I love CAKES! Red velvet...mmmm.... Chocolate too! Cookies..... ok gotta stop or I'm gonna make myself hungry.  I love animals, especially my cat, Bongo-Bongo... yes... I love double names too.  And of course, last, BUT NOT least, my wonderful soul of a mate husband... yeah, I said it... soul mate... husband.  But hey, I still can swoon over book boyfriends!!

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Spotlight: Black Five by J. Lynn Bailey

No one ever accused Penelope Jackson of being normal, nor did they suspect the dark secret she kept. A dangerous web of deceit and secrecy unravels when news of a stranger’s death puts Penn on a collision course with the very person she’s been hiding from her whole life. Her fragile world is shaken to its core with the sudden arrival of Vacavious and she soon discovers the bizarre and magical world surrounding her seemingly ordinary life.

No one is who they claim to be, including those closest to Penn. A mysterious security detail emerges from the shadows scrambling to protect her as powerful forces await the fall of her protective veil on her eighteenth birthday. 

Penn prepares to fight against unseen evils before it’s too late. The world of Nighmerianotte and its population depends on her survival, for she is the Sanguine, the Black Five.

About the Author

I'm a mother of two beautiful children and a wife to an adorably supportive husband. Seriously, he's adorable and tall. Really tall; he's my high school sweetheart. I'm also a mother of two fur children who are extremely needy, Leo and Vinni.

I live with my family in a small town tucked away in the redwood forest located on California's northern coast. 

I'm quite boring. But in case you're wondering, you can see what my loves, my loathes and things you may not know about me by clicking the menu above.

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