Spotlight: Run To You by Jayne Townsley

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Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense 

A friend of the family has done despicable things and has his eyes set on Rin and she has no idea what he has in store for her.

Rin lost her mother four years after the murder of her best friend on the night of their high school graduation. Although her mother’s death was unexpected, there is nothing suspicious about it whereas Hannah’s death is an open cold case. At least Rin thinks her mother’s death was nothing more than an untimely tragedy. Going on the long dreamed of post-college vacation that she and her friends have been planning since grade school, she hopes to leave the pain behind for a bit and relax in the Florida sunshine.

Kevin loves his life and his job as an Army Ranger. When he and his Army brothers use some well-earned time off to visit Panama City Beach, he’s not expecting to meet the woman who will change his life forever. A woman being hunted by an unknown monster intent on keeping them apart by any means necessary.

Can Kevin keep Rin from Hannah’s fate? Or is it his turn to face loss like Rin? 

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Clarinda was the proper choice for a wife because she was a virgin, which Bonnie volunteered during one of their times together. During Clarinda’s yearly exam, Bonnie had discovered that Clarinda was not on the pill or any form of birth control because Miss Sanders was saving herself for marriage. Laughing in their cheap motel room, Bonnie had made fun of Clarinda’s viewpoint. Bonnie found it oddly outdated, considering the evidence pointed to the rest of the Crew being freer about this issue. 

Not so free that any of them have ever given me the time of day, Stuart thought bitterly. Stuart knew he was handsome, and he now had a healthy bank account from white-collar crimes like blackmail and insider trading. Not like when Stuart was a child, and there was never enough food in the house, or they were without heat because no had paid the bill. He had left poverty behind.

And his manners, at least in public, were impeccable.  Even with all his positive traits, though, the entire Crew avoided Stuart as if a skunk has sprayed him. Like he still carried the stench of a child whose mother did not have money to buy laundry soap to clean his clothes.

“Well, Jim, I think I will be going. I want you to know that I appreciate what you are creating there. I thank you kindly for continuing to work on it, especially at this time,” Stuart said.

“Ah, no worries, Stuart. It gives me something to do. Helps me keep my focus on going forward,” Jim replied. “You’ll have it in time for your housewarming party for sure.”

Stuart left the workshop, not even noticing the beautiful summer day. Instead, he focused on the woman in the kitchen working on a laptop. He could see Clarinda clearly through the window. 

Realizing that his efforts to keep her home had failed, Stuart continued to his truck, formulating a new plan. After climbing in, Stuart opened the glove box to remove a ring box. He opened it, staring at the beautifully cut engagement ring, unwilling to give up his planned proposal during the housewarming. Speaking out loud, he told Siri to call his private investigator.

“Turner Investigations,” said a gruff voice answering Stuart’s call.

“John, it’s Stuart Woods,” he replied. “I have a job for you. Are you busy for the last two weeks of July? I need you to take a trip.”

“Give me the brief who, what, where, and why,” John said.

“Who: Clarinda Lorrayne Sanders. What: my future wife. Where: I am not sure yet. It will most likely be a beach locale. Why: because I will not tolerate my future bride going off for a two-week party with her whore best friends,” seethed Stuart. “I am expecting your very high level of discretion in this.”

John quickly replied, “Of course. She will never know I’m around. I’ll begin by trying to get an idea where she’s going from my sources.” John hung up.

Stuart did not mind that the PI hung up as he did not need to know about these sources. Nor did he want to know. 

His interests boiled down to one burning desire: a virgin bride.

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About the Author 

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Jayne Townsley lives with her multi-generational family in Northeast Oklahoma’s aptly named Green Country. A transplanted Okie from the Chicago suburbs, she has grown to love this state and its people with a passion, happily calling it home for the past 15 years.

Jayne shares her home with a rescued Shollie named Maui and two cats called Gamora and Nebula.

Jayne enjoys old-fashioned road trips and is in the process of planning one to tour Oklahoma’s Route 66.

She is also something of a Disney World addict.

Run to You is her debut novel. She writes clean romance with a sharp edge. 

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Spotlight: Second Survivor by Author Leah Moyes

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Isabel Fontaine’s lavish lifestyle came to a crashing halt the night the General Chanzy sank. At 18, she had everything—fine luxuries, a prominent family, and an extravagant estate in Marseille. The one thing she didn’t have was her freedom. As the sole heir to the Fontaine fortune, her future was forged with a betrothal to a stranger from a foreign country, but when her family perishes at sea, Isabel sees this as a chance to hide her identity and change her fate.

Taken in by poor, elderly farmers on the Spanish island of Menorca, Isabel is torn between the growing affection for a neighbor and the guilt of living a lie. The simplicity and genuine goodness of this life takes her on a journey she never believed was possible, yet, as time passes and the threat of her untruths face exposure, Isabel must make an agonizing choice.

When that choice is taken from her prematurely and danger cultivates from an implausible guise, will Isabel accept the outcome, or fight to save those she loves?

Second Survivor is a heart-wrenching historical fiction novel set in both Algiers, Algeria during French occupation and Menorca, Spain. Told in the perspective of four characters, Second Survivor is a twist on the tragic shipwreck . . . the General Chanzy in the Mediterranean Sea. 156 people aboard the barge lost their lives on the morning of 10 February 1910. There was only one survivor. This story shares the fate of a Second Survivor.

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Second Survivor is told in the perspective of 4 different people- Isabel, Miguel, Thomas, and Francisco.

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That night, as I readied for bed and Ines brushed my long waves, it didn’t bring forth the comfort it had in the past. Irritation festered beneath my skin. My foot tapped tediously against the leg of my dressing table where a burgundy vase rattled a fresh bouquet of May Rose. Even the sweet scent of my favorite flower failed to soothe.

“Settle, dear.” Ines stopped brushing and placed one weathered hand on my shoulder. Her gentle touch had calmed me since birth. I leaned my cheek against her warm fingers. She was more of a mother to me than Maman had ever been, though her years would have qualified her to be my grandmother. For every fond memory that meant something to me, Ines was the only face that came to mind. Hers and the curled-up ball of fur on my lap. Rémy, my miniature Pekingese, licked my hand as if he knew my heart fell forlorn.

“My father is selling me to the highest bidder, Ines.”

“Hush love, your father would not give you to any man unworthy of your hand.”

“How could he possibly know anything about this man, Thomas? He lives so far away.”

“Your father is meticulous in his business. I’m sure he scrutinized this gentleman with a fine-toothed comb. I know your father loves you, Isabel.”

“He loves his money.” I scoffed.

Through the mirror, a crooked line formed between her brows. “I don’t hear any complaints about the beautiful gowns or the jeweled gifts he bestows upon you.”

 I lowered my eyes. My long eyelashes fluttered back tears as I caressed the lace trimming of my silk négligé. As the only child of an accomplished l’homme d’affaires, Papa’s pecuniary associations afforded a luxurious indulgence, including endless social invitations and a steady entourage of handsome dance partners. Yet, as silly as it sounded, the only thing I truly longed for was to feel loved. Loved by my father, my mother, and was it too foolish to desire affection with my future husband as well?

“Don’t fret any more tonight, petite fille.” Ines led me to my bed. Her nickname “little girl” stayed long after I’d outgrown it. Hesitant, my hands brushed the edge of my Napoleon footboard and traced the delicate motifs of cherubs carved into the spiral bedpost as I contemplated the time before I would have to say goodbye. “Come, love.” She held open my plush duvet and tucked me inside. Leaning down, she kissed my forehead. “All will be well soon enough—you will see.”

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Leah Moyes is from Arizona but experienced many parts of the world in thanks to a career in the airlines. Now most of her time, aside from writing, is spent with her family, reading Historical Fiction novels or studying ancient cultures as a student of Archaeology.

She always believed she was born in the wrong time period, but since she doesn’t have access to a time machine she must write and read intriguing stories of the past. 

Spotlight: Second Start by S.E. Rose

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Career failures bring both Brittany and Tyson back to Holiday Springs but second starts aren’t easy and broken dreams threaten futures. Will a former Olympic athlete and budding musician get a second chance at their happily ever after? Readers will fall in love with this second chance romance from S.E. Rose. The Holiday Springs Resort series is here and SECOND START is now live!

Will a former Olympic athlete and budding musician get a second chance at their happily ever after?

Brittany Evans and Tyson Mitchell were the “it” couple in the Poconos. Until their own dreams and goals got in the way. With broken hearts, they both left their town while doing their best to never look back.

But, when a skiing injury and a failed singing career bring them both back home, they find that their feelings may not have iced over after all. 

Fate has brought them together again, but if Tyson wants to win back Brittany’s heart, he’ll have to prove that she’s the only dream that matters.

Escape to the romantic paradise of Holiday Springs and warm-up with your next happily ever after.

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“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and her eyes meet mine.

“W-What? Why?” Her eyes flash with more confusion.

I reach out and caress her face with my gloved hand, wishing I could feel her skin beneath mine. “I’m sorry for hurting you, Superstar.”

Her eyes glance back down at her lap. “It was a long time ago, Ty.”

I push under her chin, and she gazes at me again. “I’m sorry. I was young and stupid. I thought I was protecting you.”

She pulls back. “Protecting me from what?”

I sigh. “From me, from having to have a boyfriend that was never here, that was always busy.”

“But all I wanted was you,” she states bitterly.

“And I wasn’t here for you. No one could’ve had me. I was too... too busy and wrapped up in my Olympic dreams.”

She turns and zips up her bag. “I would have waited,” she murmurs as she stands up to leave.

I jump up and block her path. “I know you would have. But I couldn’t ask you to do that. You have dreams, too.”

“But you never gave me the choice to decide for myself,” she says and jams a finger at my chest. “You decided for both of us.”

“I did. And I can’t take it back, but if I could, I would,” I reply as I grab her head in my hands and kiss her.

She doesn’t move as I press my lips to hers. They warm under mine, and after a second she sighs, allowing my tongue free reign of her mouth. I taste her for the first time in way too long. And she tastes just as sweet as I remembered.

She drops her guitar case in the snow, letting her arms wrap around my middle as my hands hold her face. I don’t feel anything except her, not the snow, the cold, the wind, nothing but Brittany. Our warm breaths mingle in the cool air, surrounding us in our own personal cloud. I groan as I deepen our kiss.

She pulls back suddenly. Her hand flying to her lips.

“I’m sorry. I... shit, I’m sorry.” She has a look of anguish on her face.

“Brit, I kissed you. There’s nothing to be sorry about. When are we going to stop dancing around this thing,” I motion between us, “that’s clearly still between us?”

She shakes her head. “No. There’s nothing between us. That’s over. It ended when you walked out of my life.” I watch as a single tear falls on her cheek, and it might as well be a knife plunging into my heart.

I reach out to pull her back to me, but she jumps away.

“No. We can’t do this. I can’t do this. Not again.”

And it hits me. She’s protecting herself. I hurt her so badly that she reacts to me like a hand touching a hot pan. I can’t blame her.

“Brit, I won’t hurt you. I never met to hurt you.”

“I know,” she answers as another tear falls on her cheek. “But you did.”

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About S.E. Rose 

USA Today & International Bestselling romance author, S.E. Rose lives near Washington D.C. with her family. When she's not wrangling her cats or keeping up with her kids, she's plotting her next story.

She loves all things wine, coffee, and cats. In her non-existent free time, she enjoys traveling, going to concerts, binging on her favorite shows, and reading, especially if it's a good mystery or comedy.

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Spotlight: Head Over Heels for the Holidays by Jennifer Bernard

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Genre:  Holiday Romance

Is he the cure for her holiday heartbreak?

Ever since her ex-boyfriend dumped her on Christmas Eve, the holiday season has been tough for Maya Badger—especially since Lost Harbor, Alaska, pulls out all the stops for the holidays. Sure, she could focus on her police work and her father’s recovery from heart surgery. But when her dad’s home healthcare nurse turns out to be her childhood buddy—all grown up and the stuff of her naughtiest fantasies—she may have a solution to her holiday blues. After all, Jay-Jay always was the perfect playmate!

Rune Larsen hasn’t been skinny little Jay-Jay in a long time…not since he and his teen sister were forced to change their names to avoid Cara’s stalker. Taking a job in tiny, remote Lost Harbor seems like the perfect way to stay one step ahead of danger. The fact that his childhood friend is the town police chief is a bonus. Not to mention the fact that Maya has grown into a beautiful bronze goddess. Hell, even her serious cop side is a turn-on…though he’s up for the challenge of bringing some fun back into her life.

In fact, if they can navigate a stalker, a runaway yak, eleventy-billion holiday parties and a criminal investigation into the dark side of Lost Souls Wilderness, Rune just may convince Maya to fall head over heels for the holidays…and beyond.

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 Without thinking too hard about it, Maya rose to her feet and grabbed Rune by the collar of his jacket, pulling him close. “How about a fake kiss?” she asked quickly. “Just make it look good from a distance.” 

He flashed her a pirate grin and cupped her face with his free hand. “My pleasure. I’m an excellent fake kisser.” 

“Come on, hurry.” 

He bent his head over hers, but he still didn’t go for the kiss. “You can’t hurry a fake kiss, or it will look fake. We’re flirting, we’re completely caught up in each other, we don’t even care that we’re drifting on the open ocean. Keep looking at me, just like that except without the ‘what the hell are you talking about’ expression.” 

She smothered a laugh and relaxed her face into a dazzled smile. As if Rune was the most wonderful thing in the world, better than chocolate and bubble baths combined. 

He blinked, as if she’d momentarily thrown him off his game with her smile. A personal triumph, she figured. 

“That’s…good,” he said, a little more strained than before. 

For a fake kiss, he sure was overthinking it. They needed to get this thing done. 

She took command and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. Tugging him down, she offered him her mouth. “Let’s do this,” she hissed. “Tick-tock.” 

Honestly, why did she always have to be the one with any common sense? If those men onshore had binoculars, they were already watching. To throw them off, she only had a few moments. If the men thought they’d been busted, they might rework their entire comms system. The lead would be worthless. The source would be burned. The case back to square one. 

And then all thoughts of logic flew from her mind as Rune claimed her lips with a kiss that sent shock waves through her system. Warmth…sizzle…sunshine…all of it swirled together in a rush of brilliant pleasure. His lips were firm and generous at the same time, as if they were inviting her into his world. A world where she would be queen and he would be whatever she needed. 

A kind of exhilaration swept through her and she parted her lips for more. He gave it to her, sweeping his tongue inside the cave of her mouth, where every surface tingled and warmed at his touch. 

Fake kiss, my ass. 

This was the real thing and she couldn’t get enough of it. She drank him in as if she’d been starving for this, pining for it. Her mind—always working, always on guard—let go like an anchor releasing her to drift on the current. She lost herself in the flood of pure physical joy. 

She staggered as the boat got slammed with a supersized wave. Rune held her tight so she didn’t lose her balance. “I need to steer this thing,” he murmured against her lips before turning back to the helm. 

“Yes. Yeah. Of course.” She ran her tongue across her lips, tasting salt from the spray and sweet from Rune. She plopped down onto the bench as he wrestled with the wheel. Picking up her binoculars, she focused on the spot where the two men had been. 

They were gone—or maybe her angle had changed and she couldn’t see them anymore. 

She dropped her glasses and sighed. Hopefully she hadn’t messed anything up by making them suspicious. “Go ahead and pick up speed. Let’s keep going toward Mount Sage for a bit.” 

“Roger that.” 

Was his voice a little gruffer than usual? Was it the effect of the salt in the air?

He put the boat in gear and they cruised farther into the bay. She watched the little cove as it receded into the distance, swallowed up by the greater landscape of forests and rugged outcroppings.

What now? How to handle this? She and Rune had kissed, and there was no way she could forget about it the way she had when she was a kid. 

Maybe never mention it again? 

Or maybe do it again?

The tempting thought hovered out there like the promise of an ice cream sundae after a long week. Treat yo-self, she could imagine her cousin Reecie in Anchorage saying. Go for it, Kate would urge. I knew it, Jessica would say. 

“Tell me when you’re ready to head back,” Rune said. “It’s your call.” His voice had returned to normal. She wondered what he was thinking about this situation. Then again, he didn’t overthink things like she did. He probably wasn’t worried about it at all. He probably kissed people all the time—all those non-girlfriend “girls” he’d talked about. 

“I will,” she told him. “Give it a few more minutes.” 

“The other thing is your call too,” Rune said softly, his attention still on the choppy water ahead. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I know you’re trying to decide what to do about that kiss. I can see your wheels spinning from here.” 

“I’m not—okay, I am. I didn’t intend for it to be like that.” 

“It’s my fault.” His voice shifted to a jaunty cheerfulness. “My pride was hurt that you forgot the first kiss. I was aiming for ‘best kiss.’ One that you wouldn’t forget. That’s all.” 

It wasn’t all. She could hear it in his voice. It was so much more complicated than that. Friendship, attraction, sizzle…all that, lined up against her better judgment. But even so, it touched her that he was trying to make the whole thing easier for her.  

Best kiss? Isn’t that a little arrogant?” She adopted a teasing tone to match his. 

“Second best? Third? Just tell me it wasn’t the worst. Gotta start somewhere.” 

“It wasn’t the worst.” 

That was as far as she could go right now. 

And maybe it was the best. Because right at this moment, she couldn’t think of any other specific kiss that might compete with it.

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About Jennifer Bernard

 Jennifer Bernard is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. Her books have been called “an irresistible reading experience” full of “quick wit and sizzling love scenes.” A graduate of Harvard and former news promo producer, she left big city life for true love in Alaska, where she now lives with her husband and stepdaughters.  She still hasn’t adjusted to the cold, so most often she can be found cuddling with her laptop and a cup of tea. Sign up for her newsletter for book news and fun exclusives.

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Spotlight: Christmas in the Rockies by McKenna Grey

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"McKensie’s Christmas Gift"

 When McKensie Scott returns to Wycliffe, Wyoming, she’s uncertain of her future . . . and the man she left behind two summers before. With the help of an unexpected ally, McKensie will discover that sometimes leaving the people you love is the only way to find your path home.

 
"A Snowy Falls Christmas"

After five years of searching for answers at her family’s home in Scotland, Maura Coburn returns to Snowy Falls, Colorado, the place she's always called home. When Wyatt Dobbes sweeps into town to take over his family's horse farm, Maura realizes five years might not have been long enough. When unexpected circumstances bring them together, Wyatt and Maura will soon discover the powerful magic of Christmas, love, and second chances.


"Christmas in Moose Creek"

Saige Travers said goodbye to Owen McGregor sixteen years ago. A spontaneous choice brings Saige home to Moose Creek, Montana, and she doesn’t expect her past to catch up with her present. When Owen walks back into her life, she struggles to remember why she left. Together they discover second chances are real and hope is a cherished gift.

Can six willing hearts find a second chance at love? Join us this holiday season and fall in love like it was the first time.

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From “McKensie’s Christmas Gift” in Christmas in the Rockies

The fog cleared from McKensie’s brain. “And knowing my aunt, she insisted you have the wedding here.” 

“Yeah. I thought about moving the location, but Shirley insisted we still have it at the hotel, and Olivia—”

“Wouldn’t have wanted you to change a thing. I get it. Yes, you’ll have it here.” McKensie prided herself on handling tense situations, a handy talent when managing a kitchen. She avoided looking at Cameron throughout her conversation with Julie and realized he hadn’t moved, patient as ever. “When is the wedding?” 

“The week before Christmas.” 

McKensie raised a brow and studied her friend. “That’s fast.” 

Julie shrugged. “When it’s right, it’s right. That reminds me, I have one more thing to ask Shirley about the food. Meet you in the foyer in ten, big brother.” She stopped at the door and pointed to McKensie. “I will call you tomorrow. We have so much to catch up on.” 

Julie exited the office with as much excitement as she entered. McKensie replayed some of her last words over in her mind. When it’s right, it’s right. 

From “A Snowy Falls Christmas” in Christmas in the Rockies

Her breath faded into the crisp morning air. The stoneware mug cupped in her hands warmed her skin while the lavender tea blend stole away the frigid cold from within. She stood on the expansive deck overlooking the glistening waters of Winter Lake and contemplated her quiet return home. 

The Snowy Falls Lodge stood tall and grand behind her, a landmark on the lake and in the quaint mountain village. Her grandmother would have said, “For better or worse, it is now yours, Maura.”

Maura spent the first twenty-five years of her life in the spacious rooms and luxurious halls of the lodge that blended the design of a Scottish castle and Victorian cattle ranch. The idea might have resulted in a haphazard structure had it not been for a truly talented, though little-known, Scottish architect named Charles Mackenzie. 

Five years ago, Maura did what no one ever expected—she left home—and not because she didn’t love the lodge or the village. Her father called her a dreamer. Her mother used the word “wanderer,” and her grandmother often said she was a seeker. Maura appreciated her grandmother’s description best. What exactly Maura sought when she left Snowy Falls remained a mystery to everyone. 

From “Christmas in Moose Creek” in Christmas in the Rockies

The 4x4 careened to a stop and the driver waited in disbelief at the deplorable timing of Mother Nature. Moose Creek, Montana, had its share of wildlife—bear, deer, elk, mountain lions—but in her thirty-three years, Saige Travers had never seen a moose on this mountain. Until today. 

No one waited for her in her swank two-bedroom condo in Seattle except the goldfish her brother gave to her as a joke for her birthday. She’d needed a break from the city and the cataclysmic string of end-of-the-road relationships she’d been in the past five years. More like dates, if she was going to be honest with herself. 

Saige Travers didn’t have time for relationships.

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McKenna Grey is the contemporary alter-ego of an award-winning, historical romance author. She writes romantic suspense, including the Kyndall Family series, and heartwarming, small-town romance to break up the murder and mayhem. She lives and plays in the northern Rocky Mountains where she manages to stay out of the trouble her characters can't seem to avoid. 

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Spotlight: Ride the Tide by Julie Ann Walker

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Once a fighter, always a fighter...

Former Navy SEAL Mason McCarthy is done being a fighting man. Now he and the Deep Six Salvage crew are working feverishly to find the wreck of the Santa Cristina and its legendary sunken treasure. Unfortunately for Mason’s peace of mind, chatty, brilliant historian Alexandra Merriweather has joined the hunt and there’s no avoiding her. Alex is exactly the kind of distraction Mason can’t afford right now…or maybe ever.

When a murderous enemy from Mason’s past threatens the Deep Six, he must rely on old instincts and the skills he honed from years of running black ops to make sure nothing touches Alexandra. But with their lives on the line and the adrenaline running high, it’s inevitable that sparks will fly.

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Mason “Monet” McCarthy had a problem. 

She was five feet tall. Had curly red hair that was only fifty percent tamed under the best of conditions, and one hundred percent out of control this early in the morning. And she was sitting at a table by the window watching the multicolored ships of the shrimp fleet as they rocked precariously with the wave action out near the horizon while her fingers absently fiddled with the corner of a book. 

Oh, and she was also studiously ignoring him. 

She was wicked good at that last part. Was making a frickin’ hobby of it, as a matter of fact. Not that he could blame her, considering what she’d offered him. 

And what he’d turned down. 

Her name was Alexandra Merriweather. Alex for short, which was a ridiculously masculine moniker for such a tiny wisp of a woman. One with skin like porcelain, eyes the color of Colombian emeralds, and a laugh as sweet and tinkling as a music box. 

She was his problem because…well…he liked her. Like, liked her liked her. And if his cheating ho of a wife… Scratch that. Rewind… That would be his cheating ho of an ex-wife—had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t fit to like a woman like Alex. 

Not anymore. 

All the years schlepping his ass through countless missions, maiming and killing in the name of the flag, had turned him into something…not normal. 

That was the phrase Sarah had used when he came home early to surprise her for her birthday, but instead found her screwing his ex-best friend in their marriage bed. Surprise! 

“What d’you expect, Mason?” Sarah’s expression had been so sincere. “You’re gone all the time, and when you’re here, you’re not normal.” 

Copy that. When it came to a life of violence, the effects were biological, physiological, and psychological. It was the price of being a warrior. 

So even though he’d been heartbroken by her betrayal, he’d never worked up much anger over it. Then and now, there was no way to deny the truth. Mason McCarthy was no longer capable of living an ordinary life with the house, the wife, and the two-point-three kids. 

The only reason he was sitting in this hotel bar now, a bona fide civilian, was because of a deathbed promise he and the rest of his teammates had made to Rusty Lawrence, the eighth man in their SEAL unit. Barring that, Mason figured he would’ve kept on running and gunning until he found the bullet with his name on it. 

With a fingertip, he traced the scrolling black letters inked on the inside of his left forearm. For RL they read. Picturing Rusty’s craggy face, he tried to determine whether to curse the sorry sonofabitch or thank him for forcing them all to make that vow and wave their fond farewells to the navy. 

A call of “G’morning, asshole!” cut into his thoughts. Turning, he found Ray “Wolf” Roanhorse standing behind him. 

Since he’d yet to determine how good the morning was or wasn’t, Mason grunted his reply. Wolf, used to Mason’s wordless responses, bent to scratch Meat’s exposed belly. 

The fat English bulldog slept on his back beside Mason’s barstool, dick and balls on display for the entire breakfast crowd, and his snores nearly drowning out the cries of the seagulls coming in through the hotel’s open windows. 

Meat was the only thing Mason had taken from the divorce. He’d let Sarah have their restored three-decker in Southie, along with the furniture and all the minutia that went with a “normal” life. But Meat? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but he’d have crossed hell with nothing but a bucket of ice water before he’d let her keep his dog. 

“A wise woman once said, ‘If you risk nothin’, you risk everythin’.’” With the unaffected ease that came with being supremely fit, Wolf settled himself onto the barstool next to Mason’s. 

The two of them had become instant friends when they’d been teamed up as swim partners way back in BUD/S—Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL—training. And through all the intervening years, Wolf had never run out of inspirational quotes. He fancied himself a scholar of the world’s philosophers and religions. 

There were times, including this one, when that could get damned annoying. 

Instead of answering, Mason kept quiet. He hoped his silence conveyed his wish for more coffee and less talk. 

“I said,” Wolf said louder, “a wise woman once—” 

“First off,” Mason muttered irritably, “what part of this face”—he pointed to his scowling mug—“makes you think I’m in the mood for morning convo?” 

“You’re never in the mood for conversation,” Wolf drawled, his Oklahoma accent making the words sound twice as long as they normally would. “Don’t matter what time of day it is.” 

“Second off,” Mason went on as if Wolf hadn’t spoken, “what’s that supposed to mean anyway? If you risk nothing, you risk everything?” 

“It means you should pull your head from your ass and go for it. Take her up on what she’s offerin’.” Wolf stuck a cocktail straw between his teeth and hailed the bartender to put in an order for a Bloody Mary. Hitching his chin toward Alex’s table, he added, “Come on, man. You know you want to.” 

Mason hadn’t been kidding when he said he wasn’t in the mood to talk. But he sure as shit wasn’t in the mood to talk about Alex and her heart-stopping offer. 

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Excerpted from Ride the Tide by Julie Ann Walker. © 2020 by Julie Ann Walker. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Julie Ann Walker is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Black Knights Inc. and the Deep Six romantic suspense series’. She has won or been nominated for numerous awards including a Top Ten Romance by Booklist and a Best Summer Read by Publishers Weekly. She lives in Chicago, IL.

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