Friday, August 11, 2017

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Special Forces soldier and medic Walter River would give anything to snatch more than a few seconds of down time to see if he can rattle the no-nonsense and incredibly hot Dr. Lloyd he's protecting, but dodging explosions, snipers, and student radicals who've unleashed a lethal bio-engineered microorganism have made that almost impossible. Maybe he'll get a chance—if he can figure out how to keep them both alive.

CDC microbiologist Ava Lloyd races to find a cure for a bio-terrorism organism sweeping El Paso. The few stolen moments with her very hunky bodyguard River have been explosive, but no matter how alluring he is, she can't afford to get distracted. The clock is ticking, people are dying by the hundreds, and once this crisis is solved, they'll both be off on their next assignment, thousands of miles apart.

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She rested her head against the back of the seat and gave him a strange sort of sad smile. “You know what I’d like to do right now?”
He grunted and wagged his index finger. “That is a trick question.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
He liked seeing the smile on her face. He liked seeing her face, period. “Tell me, Mouse, what would you like to do right now?”
She waved him closer, and he leaned toward her. She did it again, then put a hand on his shoulder and pulled herself up so she could whisper in his ear, “I’d like to take that respirator off you and kiss you, silly.”
She let go of him and resumed her previous position on the seat. He sat perfectly still. It took just about everything in him to not rip the mask off and grant her wish.
“I’m sorry,” she said, with as close to soundless as a voice could get. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”
He looked at her and realized she thought he was embarrassed or some shit like that.
“I’m uncomfortable,” he murmured. “Because I’ve had a damned hard-on since I bandaged you up.” Her pupils widened, and her mouth dropped open. “When this is over, you can kiss any part of me you want for as long as you like, just as long as I can return the favor.”
“Oh,” she breathed out. When her tongue licked over her lips, he had to chain his hands to his sides to keep from grabbing her.
Though a blush heated her cheeks, tears filled her eyes until they spilled over and tracked down her face. “Chances are, that’s just a dream.”
It just about killed him to see her so sad. “Hey.” He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “No Negative Nancys allowed on this trip.”
“I’ve got a headache, River. A fever can’t be far behind.”
“That happy bastard Henry is going to come up with some kind of magic potion that will kick this bug’s ass.”
“If that were possible, we’d know.”
“We’ve been so busy blowing shit up, we might not have been told.”
She slanted a disbelieving glance at him. “You just spoke with our boss. I think she would have mentioned any magic potions, if they’d been available.”
He ran his hands through his hair. “Could you work with me, Mouse? We’ve got a mass murderer to catch, and I need you ready and able to help reel in the son-of-a-bitch.”
“Ah, I see what you’re doing. Trying to put me in a good mood.”
“Jesus fuck, woman, you think I’d tell you how much I want you just to put you in a good mood?” He leaned down, grabbing the top of the seat on either side of her head. “Do I look like a motivational speaker?”
She studied him, her gaze flicking across his face and uniform. Covered in dirt, debris, and blood, he looked like a walking nightmare. “You look like a soldier on a mission.”
“That’s true, but not all of it.” He whispered, “I’ve got another mission. A personal one. You.”

Thursday, August 10, 2017

The In-Case-of-Emergency Workbook by Vicki Hinze

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While recovering from an unforeseen medical emergency, author Vicki Hinze realized just how little her family knew about the practical but necessary information of routine and everyday life—doctors’ names, insurance policies, location of the will, information about the mortgage, passwords, accounts, etc. If her family had floundered this much when they could still ask her for answers, she wondered just how difficult it would be for them if they couldn’t ask, or if she wasn’t in a position to tell them.

With the The In-Case-of-Emergency Workbook, Vicki has created a space to capture all of this vital information so that families and loved ones like hers will have the necessary tools to handle affairs properly and without anxiety—in case of an emergency. Sections contained in this invaluable booklet include:

Financial
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Thursday, August 3, 2017

Read Chapter One of Captured by Chocolate (Love at the Chocolate Shop Book 11) by Steena Holmes


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Radio DJ Dylan Morgan enjoys small town life in Marietta. Unlike his longtime girlfriend and globetrotting photojournalist Casey Michaels, he’s never been tempted to spread his wings. Until an east coast job offer at a major radio station catches his eye. He considers taking the position, but then Casey calls… She’s coming home.

After years of wandering the globe, Casey Michaels is tired and needs a break and while she didn’t plan on coming home for good, the idea is starting to grow on her. All she wants to do is spend time with her forever boyfriend, Dylan. But all she meets is suspicion as everyone waits for her to pack up her suitcase once again. To convince Dylan she’s home for good, she plans a grand gesture–a photography show celebrating Marietta life. And then, the phone rings. She’s needed in London…


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Chapter One
Casey Michaels hated airports.
Once upon a time she’d considered airports exciting, a place of magic to transport her to places she’d only ever dreamed about. They were the first stop on a new adventure, a journey on a road she’d never traveled. These trips meant she was doing something with her life, something more than just settling to be a girl in a small town where the most excitement she could expect was working for the local newspaper and covering the yearly rodeo or the Easter egg hunt in the town park.
No thanks. She was meant to do more, to be more than a small town newspaper journalist. And she was. She now worked for Real Time Magazine as their photo journalist as well as contract journalist for a few online publications. Her photos and articles had won a few awards, gained her some notoriety which helped to gain attention to the issues she focused on in her travels.
It used to be that instant she stepped into an airport her body buzzed with excitement, the hairs on her arms would rise, and any sadness she felt about leaving Dylan behind disappeared.
That wasn't the case anymore.
She didn't enjoy people watching while sipping her coffee.
She didn't enjoy lugging her carry-on through security and having to expose her life to strangers.
She especially didn't enjoy the lengthy flights and monotonous food offered on the flights, the cramped seats and smelly seat mates who didn’t understand the use of deodorant.
As much as she hated to admit it, that excitement she used to feel when getting to leave for a new trip, it wasn’t there.
In fact, the idea of another trip exhausted her.
Which told her one thing. It was time to run home for a break. As much as she didn’t want to settle in Marietta, it was still her safety net, coming home to her family and to Dylan.
For the umpteenth time since leaving Nepal, Casey searched her pockets for her cell phone before remembering she'd lost it. The panic of not having her phone was still there but quickly erased by a sense of freedom. Without the phone no one could contact her. That meant no repeated emails and text messages asking if she was okay, why did she leave so quickly, when she was coming back and what about the project.
Truth be told, she ran away as fast as she could and wasn’t ready to look back.
Coming home, Casey had hoped the layer of fear, anxiety and panic that threatened to bury her would go away. Wishful thinking apparently because it was all right there, haunting her, taunting her.
One wrong step, one wrong word, one wrong look and she’d fall apart, splinting into tiny little pieces.
She was a wreck.
She knew it.
Casey breathed in deep and let the fact she was home seep in.
Coming home meant she could heal. She couldn’t fix all the mistakes she’d made but she could try.
She wasn’t sure how though. The woman she’d been the last time she’d been home had disappeared.
Casey Michaels had become the one thing she had always hated.
She was weak. Broken. Damaged.
While she waited for her luggage to arrive, Casey searched the waiting area for an available phone. She needed to call her dad to let him know she’d arrived.
She held her breath as the phone rang.
“Hello?”
Tears welled up in Casey's eyes as her father's voice came over the line.
"Dad? It's me I'm here. I'm home."
"Casey, love finally. Your mother and I've been sick with worry. Your flight landed hours ago in New York. You're okay, right? Anything you need?"
Casey took a minute to push back the tidal wave of tears.
“Actually, Dad, I’m here. Home.” She cleared her throat. “I lost my cell phone somewhere in the Kathmandu airport, I think. Or on the plane. I'm not sure.”
“You lost your phone? It’s password protected right? Dylan talked about keeping your information safe when it comes to phones last week on the radio. Have you contacted the phone company yet? They need to track it or kill it. Wait, your mother has the information here somewhere, why don’t we call for you?”
And this was one of the many reasons she knew coming home had been the right decision.
“Yes, there’s a password on it and I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. But thank you.”
“I just don’t want someone taking your identity, that’s all. You need to be careful.”
“I know.” It didn’t matter she was a grown woman who travelled the world for her career, in her father’s eyes, she was still that little girl who was afraid of the dark and spiders.
“So where are you?”
“Here. My flight just landed and I’m waiting for my luggage.”
“You're here? Honey, she's home.” Her father yelled out to her mother.
Casey had to fight back a sob as she heard her mothers squeal of excitement.
“My baby’s home?” She heard in the background.
“She's home love. Our baby is home. Casey, you sit tight and I'll be right back. Talk to your mother while I get the air running in the car. She won’t go anywhere lately unless the inside of the car is cooled down first. Hope you’re ready for the weather, we’re in the middle of a heat wave.“
Casey chuckled. Obviously her father forgot she’d spent months in Nepal recently. If you wanted heat, you’d for sure find it there.
“Don’t you be leaving me behind, you hear?” Casey's mom chided her father.
Casey chuckled as she listened to her parents bicker in the background.
"I miss you mom,” Casey said, the realization hitting her hard. She’d missed her parents, her family, more than she’d realized.
“Oh honey, I miss you too. I’m so glad you’ve come home. You know your room is ready for however long you need it.”
By now tears were coursing down Casey's cheeks. The sound of her mothers voice broke what little strength Casey held onto and she turned so no one could see her cry.
“I'm glad I'm home too.”
“Was Jordan okay with you leaving? Did he understand?” Her mom asked.
Casey snorted. Did Jordan understand? That was a bit of an understatement. More like confused, angry, troubled by her decision to leave.
He felt betrayed. She didn’t blame him, but didn’t agree with him either.
“Jordan expects me back in a few weeks. He thinks all I need is a little bit of home cooking, a little bit of Dylan and a whole lot of Marietta before I come running back.”
A few weeks wasn’t going to do it this time though. It’d been a while since she actually took some time off, maybe now she would. At least a month before she left again.
But even then, the idea of leaving in a month was too much for her to handle. She hated feeling like this.
“Well, that man obviously doesn't know you very well, does he? As if a little bit of Dylan was all you needed.”
Casey appreciated her mother coming to her defence.
“Jordan is only focused on the project. It's his life. I get that.”
Their project was about the paper orphans of Nepal, rescuing children sold as orphans or slaves. She’d met him years ago on another project she’d been hired to cover in southeast Asia.
Casey was a photojournalist, a visual storyteller through the lens of her camera and her favorite subjects were families. Children, parents, grandparents. She loved to tell the stories of the untold but over the years, those stories had started to weigh on her heavily. She was finding it more and more difficult to walk away from one project to another and Nepal…Nepal broke her heart.
Literally.
“No, of course it's not, especially after…well, we won’t talk about that right this moment. I'm just glad that you're home. Your father is honking the horn so you sit tight and we’ll be there as fast as we can.”
Casey returned to the carousel just as it started to move. She watched as case after case slid down the conveyor belt and person after person retrieved their bags. She prayed to God that her luggage was here and not stuck in New York or god forbid, Kathmandu.
Her life was in that luggage.
One suitcase. One equipment case. One carry-on and her purse. For the past 10 year that's all she owned.
She’d often find things along her travels that she fell in love with and would figure out a way to ship it home. Her mom once complained that they had to move all her boxes down into the basement because there wasn’t any room left in her bedroom. The last time she’d come home for a brief visit, her mother hadn’t been kidding. Her shipped items literally took up the majority of her parents’ attic.
One day all of this would fill her house. Lamps, light fixtures, wall hangings, precious limited edition books she’d found in off the beat bookshops, paintings from artists no one had heard of but that she fell in love with immediately and gifts from various families she’d photographed.
There were also quite a lot of things for Dylan. Gifts meant for his birthday and for Christmas and for just-because day’s to let him know she missed him.
Which reminded her.
Today was the perfect day to come home.
She grabbed a cart for her luggage after it finally arrived and sat down on a bench by the front door. She would have preferred to sit outside, soaking up the sun, but the radio was playing and she waited for Dylan to start speaking.
It’d been so long since they last spoke. She played his last voice message over and over during the long evenings when the loneliness hit the hardest.
She’d never loved another man like she loved Dylan.
He was her soul mate. Her best friend. The one person she knew would always be there.
They lived such different lives however, that it never seemed right for them to take their relationship to the next level. He wasn’t much of a traveler and needed to stay close to Marietta for Josie. She couldn’t imagine not traveling the world and the idea of being tied to one place for the rest of her life was a chokehold on her soul.
One day that would change and when it did, then it would be time for them. She’d often been accused of being selfish, of taking Dylan and their relationship for granted but she didn’t care what others thought or felt. All that mattered was that this worked for the two of them right now.
It wouldn’t be like this forever, they both knew that. They also both knew that when it no longer worked, they would sit down and talk about what that meant. She couldn’t imagine never having him in her life.
She was the lucky one. She knew that. To have the man she loved wait for her at home…he was one of a kind.
She was really looking forward to seeing him, to being in his arms again, to sit out on the back porch of his and say absolutely nothing while saying everything at the same time.
She couldn’t wait to surprise Dylan and tell him she was home. Maybe just seeing him, being in those arms of his would be all she needed to heal her broken heart.
Maybe.



One Last Blind Date by Erin Brady


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From the author of The Shopping Swap and The Holiday Gig comes another feel-good romantic comedy!

Erin Brady has another winner on her hands. If I thought her other novels were hilarious and fun, The Blind Date hits a new level. A must-read for anyone who wants to get lost in a story that will make you laugh out loud!~ Sarah Price, Best-Selling Author of the Plain Fame Trilogy

Sarah Jenkins just turned thirty and instead of a “girls only” weekend getaway to a tropical island or the designer bag she’s been eyeing for months, her best friend, Amy, gives her a six month subscription to an online dating service, SoulMates4Everafter. From the glossy brochures of perfect couples riding into the sunset on horseback to the hundreds of testimonials on their website, the dating service promises to find Sarah an ideal soulmate from it’s heavenly database. Despite her skepticism, Sarah decides to give it a try. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained. But when she has trouble putting together her online profile and she’s about to give up on her search before it even begins, she finds divine help from Gabriel, a unlikely guardian angel from the company’s tech support department. With Gabriel’s help, Sarah finds herself thrust into the unpredictable world of blind dates. Will she find the man of her dreams or
will she take a fall from heaven’s cloud nine?

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Death of a Bachelorette (A Jaine Austen Mystery) by Laura Levine

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Freelance writer Jaine Austen thought working for a knock-off reality show in the tropics would be paradise. But when she and her kitty Prozac find themselves trapped between a dimwitted leading man, catty contestants, and a cold-blooded murderer, the splashy gig becomes one deadly nightmare...

Jaine’s life has been a royal pain since she started penning dialogue for Some Day My Prince Will Come—a cheesy dating show that features bachelorettes competing for the heart of Spencer Dalworth VII, a very distant heir to the British throne. As if fending off golf ball-sized bugs on a sweltering island wasn’t tough enough, Jaine must test her patience against an irritable production crew and fierce contestants who will do anything to get their prince...

But Jaine never expected murder to enter the script. When one of the finalists dies in a freak accident, it’s clear someone wanted the woman out of the race for good—and the police won’t allow a soul off the island until they seize the culprit. Terrified of existing another day without air conditioning and eager to return home, Jaine is throwing herself into the investigation. And she better pounce on clues quickly—or there won’t be any survivors left...

Praise for Death of a Bachelorette


“The cast and crew of a reality show are perfect foils for sharp-tongued Jaine, who outwits everyone on the set, except possibly her cat.”—Kirkus Reviews
“I’ve loved Jaine Austen and her cat Prozac, as well as her dysfunctional family and friends, from the first book in this entertaining series.”—Tanzey Cutter, Fresh Fiction

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Food Temptress: 2nd Edition by Rekaya Gibson

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Ambrosia Bourgeois, the New Orleans Goddess of Gastronomy, uses food to seduce men in hopes of concocting Mr. Right. Paralleling Southern cuisine, each chapter captures the hearts, minds, and even the bodies of various men. Ambrosia tries to perfect her craft by using traditional recipes from her deceased grandmother, while occasionally consulting her eccentric elderly aunt. When she discovers that her meals fall short of converting each man to her calculated preference, she moves on to the next one—a total of sixteen. Her subjects range from a local sheriff to a Bourbon Street musician. Will she reach her goal of complete succulent seduction before the monstrous hurricane hits her city? The Food Temptress offers countless delectable treats illustrated through Ambrosia's continual quest for both romantic and culinary perfection.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Triple Chocolate Murder by Sally Berneathy - $0.99 Goodie!

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Books 1, 2, and 3 from bestselling series, Death by Chocolate

BOOK 1: DEATH BY CHOCOLATE

Lindsay Powell's only secret is the recipe for her chocolate chip cookies, but she is surrounded by neighbors with deadly secrets. Suddenly Lindsay finds herself battling poisoned chocolate, a dead man who doesn't seem very dead and a psycho stalker.

Her best friend and co-worker, Paula, dyes her blond hair brown, hides from everybody and insists on always having an emergency exit from any room. Secrets from Paula's past have come back to put lives in jeopardy.

Determined to help Paula and to save her own life, Lindsay enlists the reluctant aid of another neighbor, Fred, an OCD computer nerd. In spite of his mundane existence, Fred possesses tidbits of knowledge about such things as hidden microphones, guns and the inside of maximum security prisons.

Lindsay needs more than a chocolate fix to survive all this chaos.

BOOK 2: MURDER, LIES, AND CHOCOLATE

Rodney Bradford comes into Lindsay's restaurant, eats her brownies, and drops dead on her sidewalk. Lindsay enlists the aid of her enigmatic neighbor, Fred, to help solve the mystery of his death while trying to keep her police detective boyfriend, Trent, from getting in their way with his insistence on all those silly cop rules.

On the positive side, sales skyrocket for the special dessert Lindsay calls Murdered Man's Brownies.
BONUS! Chocolate recipes included. Poison optional.

BOOK 3: THE GREAT CHOCOLATE SCAM

After two years of waiting, Rick has finally agreed to sign the divorce papers and give Lindsay her freedom. But while she’s waiting in her lawyer’s office for him to appear, his car blows up in his driveway. Lindsay is left with an image of her estranged husband’s green SUV flying around the neighborhood along with pieces of Rick—a blue contact lens in Mrs. Hawkins' driveway, a perfectly creased trouser leg hanging on the street sign, a vertebra on the immaculate lawn.

Since their divorce wasn't final and Rick has no family, Lindsay assumes she is his only heir. But before his estate is settled, poor orphan Rick has more relatives than a lottery winner.

Is the obnoxious Rickie Jr. really Rick's son? Why is the woman who claims to be Rick's mother so certain the child is not her grandson? Are these people really related to Rick, or was he actually an alien stranded on earth when the mother ship left without him?

Come for the Cookie Dough Cheesecake Bars, stay for the murder, mayhem and fun!
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