Friday, May 19, 2017

Read an Excerpt From A Stranger She Can Trust by Regan Black


Heart-racing romance, breathless suspense!

In USA TODAY bestselling author Regan Black's new Escape Club Heroes thriller, a guarded man builds a future with a woman without a past…

Outside of one of Philadelphia’s busiest nightclubs, a woman stumbles from her taxi. Beaten and bruised, Melissa Baxter is an amnesiac with a target on her back. Gun-shy, Melissa relies on a handsome hero to help her uncover who she really is.

Carson Lane—a paramedic with his own dark history—can’t help but bring this beautiful, vulnerable woman under his wing. Still reeling from his partner’s murder, he's no stranger to risk. But as he and Melissa begin unraveling the mystery of who she really is, Carson realizes falling in love could be the biggest risk of all.

Escape Club Heroes: Off-duty justice, full-time love…


Carson paused, breathing in the cool spring air rolling off the Delaware River and sighing it out again in an attempt to let go of the past. Up and down the pier, businesses were bustling with customers cutting loose and making the most of Friday night. From this shore and on the far bank of New Jersey, lights sparkled and danced in the reflection of the water. Boats cruised slowly, leaving ghostly trails behind them. From his vantage point, the traffic on the bridge was little more than a murmur of white noise.
His best friend Sarah had died on a hot and humid summer night. He’d survived winter and the holidays without her, made it through Valentine’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day, too. Didn’t people connect hope and fresh starts with springtime? Maybe this new season could break the cycle of grief plaguing him.
He searched out the brighter stars in the sky, trying to recall the constellations. Maybe he should pull out the old telescope and set it up again. It would be one positive way to pass the dark, lonely hours. “Be in the present,” he said aloud, coaching himself. “Let go and start living.”
The advice didn’t bring an immediate result. He supposed it was absurd to think a deep breath and a few new words would offer any relief.
Turning at the sound of an engine, he held up a hand to shield his eyes from the glare of headlights as a big car pulled to a stop at the side of the club. He saw a typical white city taxicab with a familiar logo on the back door. Then a slender woman pushed it open and stumbled out.
“Hey!” The driver jumped out, as well. “You owe me money, lady.”
“I…” The woman frowned at her empty hands. “I don’t have money.” She wobbled, looking around. “Where—”
“Wait right there!” The cabbie rushed around the car to confront her.
Sensing trouble, Carson dashed forward as the woman tripped and started to fall. He caught her, willing his knee to hold up for both of them. “Back off,” he warned the cabbie.
“She owes me the fare.”
“I’ll cover it.” Carson eased the woman down to sit on a discarded pallet. Despite the shadows, he could tell she wasn’t well. Drunk or stoned, the visible fresh scrapes and bruises on her face and arms implied someone had taken a few swipes at her recently. “What happened to her?”
“How the hell do I know? She got in the car that way.”
Carson looked at the woman. “Is that true?” She only stared up at him, shying away from the cabbie. “Bring me her purse.”
“No purse.” The driver gestured at the empty backseat. “Just her.”

Thursday, May 18, 2017

White (The Wings Trilogy Book 1) by Angelina J. Steffort

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“I love you,” he said with a smile on his lips. And then his eyes snapped open, flashing green. A radiating white blur shot out from between his shoulders, smashing everything within reach. I was thrown to the ground by the force of it and something hard hit my head. The last thing I saw was Adam’s shape against the white radiating light that seemed to have its source inside him...

When 18 year old Claire Gabriel meets Adam, her life takes a drastic turn. He seems to have stepped right out of a fairy tale and he is beautiful – more than anything. On the way to discovering his secret, Claire soon finds herself in love with the mysterious boy.

Unable to evade the dark shadow their feelings for each other draw up, Claire becomes a target in the eternal war between good and evil; because Adam isn’t the only mysterious creature hovering around Claire . . .

White is Angelina J. Steffort's debut novel and the first book in The Wings Trilogy, the story about the impossible love between a girl and an angel.


Praise for White:

“Angelina’s first novel is virtually unputdownable: a delightful, wicked, deeply seductive fantasy with characters that leap off the page and a love story that has its reader yearning for more. Thank God there will be more installments to come. Read at your own peril - because you are going to get stuck and burn the midnight oil with this one: Angelina J. Steffort has crafted a deeply engaging world with a level of astounding detail. For an author’s debut, this is world-building at full power and romance writing as it should be.“ (Toni Weiss, Creative Partner & director @ Little Lights Studio)

“White is a thoroughly entertaining tale of Good vs Evil. Claire and Adam are two young adults living ordinary lives. When they meet, Claire unknowingly becomes a catalyst between the forces of good and evil. People and events are not always what they appear to be. The ending came as a complete shock! I can’t wait to see what happens next.” (Donna Wolz, editor @ Wise Owls)

“I read, no, I swallowed the story. White has a great flow and the ending brings together nicely the storylines Angelina builds up throughout the whole book. It was easy to fall into the mystical love story between Claire and Adam. White is captivating and suspenseful. A real page turner.” (Katharina Sabetzer, coach & writer @ erzählbar)


About the author:

“Chocolate fanatic, milk-foam enthusiast and huge friend of the southern sting-ray. Writing is an unexpected career-path for me.”

Angelina J. Steffort was born in 1984. She has mul- tiple educational backgrounds, including engineering, busi- ness, music and acting. Angelina writes YA fantasy with a strong romance component, and is the author of The Wings Trilogy, currently working on the second part. Angelina lives in Vienna, Austria with her husband and her son. Learn more about Angelina on or follow her on Twitter @ajsteffort.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Get Rough Ride by Cynthia Rayne for FREE

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Buckle up, Kate, it's going to be a rough ride.

I've wanted Kate since I first laid eyes on her, which is insane--she's half my age and my employee, but I can't stop wanting her. Needing her.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

A Love to Last Forever by Linda Wisdom - $0.99!

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Once Stacy McAllister had been Carver High's Most Likely to Succeed, and Mike Harper has been the class outcast. But at the reunion a devastating new Mike Harper, a man she'd never known, swept Stacy off her feet. With the sadness and failures of her past, Stacy felt worlds removed from her golden days. Love seemed a luxury she could no longer afford. Mike had become an astonishing social and professional success, the talk of the town. Soon he'd go back to St. Louis, taking a chunk of her past and a piece of her heart with him. She'd already given him a lot, but Mike wanted more. But she was a two-time loser. Did she dare to dream of a love that could last forever?

Thursday, May 11, 2017

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Favored Son by Catherine Chen

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The Favored Son tells two parallel stories - the rise of Jason Chen, a Chinese-American con-artist, and the fall of his traditional immigrant family - a family that he rips apart forever.

Accustomed to a quiet life in the mid-west, the Chen family moves to California in search of a better life after they immigrated from China. Following the tradition of their homeland, Jason's parents pour all of their money and attention into their son. He is the only son among five daughters, and they hope that he will be successful and bring honor to the Chen name.

Jason wants to make his family proud, but his ambition draws him into to a life of deception and crime. He uses his family’s money to buy his way through MIT and, after graduating, becomes a professional con-man. This lifestyle soon draws unwanted attention.

As the police begin to close in on him, Jason decides to fake his own death and flee the country. He then begins an extraordinary adventure. His escape takes him to distant corners of the world: back to his ancestral home in China, and an obscure city in South America.

Jason is desperate to outrun his past and the tragedy of a broken family he has left behind - a family now completely changed forever by his actions.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

FREE! - The Space Invader by Karen Musser Nortman



A cozy/thriller mystery! The starry skies over New Mexico, the "Land of Enchantment," may hold secrets of their own. The Shoemakers and the Ferraros, on an extended camping trip, find themselves picking up a souvenir they don't want and taking sidetrips they didn't plan on.

Chapter One
Tuesday Evening

Badger's back throbbed from the perpendicular metal wall, his butt hurt from the metal bench, and his arms ached from the forced restraint of the handcuffs. He shifted on the uncomfortable seat as much as he could within his limited range of motion. And he still had several more hours to go.
The van lurched to a stop. The glare of gas station lights seeped through the small mesh window separating Badger from his guards.
"I'm first," the driver said. "Those burritos are tearing my insides up." There was a pause, and then, "Mike! Stay awake! I said I'm going to the can!"
Mike groaned. "Yeah, yeah. You try staying awake after getting up at 3:30 in the morning. These double shifts are killing me."
"Tell it to someone who cares. I've done my share. Keep your eyes open 'til I get back. Then you can go get some coffee." The door slammed.
Badger couldn't see the other guard. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, trying to give his back a little stretch. The floor was littered with small bits of trash—leavings from earlier riders. Gum wrappers, a plastic bag, a bit of wire—he examined the wire, and then the mesh window. Soft snores filtered back—Mike didn't stay awake, as he'd been ordered.
Badger picked up the wire and maneuvered it around toward the lock in his handcuffs, glancing up frequently toward the mesh window. He fiddled with it only a few minutes before he heard the click of freedom. The handcuffs unlocked so easily, that his first thought was that it was a trap. He stared at the window and listened intently. The snores still filtered back.
He wasn't home free—his ankles were shackled and the door was bolted. But the success with the handcuffs spurred him on. What did he have to lose? He was already in for life with no possibility of parole, so they couldn't extend his sentence. The prison shrink had labeled him with a bunch of gibberish that Badger only understood enough to know he was considered hopeless and worthless. That was nothing new. Everyone he'd ever come in contact with had told him the same thing. The old van was headed for a higher security prison than he'd been in the last seven years, and he knew things would only get worse.
He laid the handcuffs on the bench and got on his knees to peer underneath. One support was attached to the bench but not the wall. He grabbed hold and twisted. A grinding screech sounded as the old screw gave way.
Badger jerked his head up and watched the mesh window. Still no sound, other than the snoring. He lumbered to his feet and shuffled to the back. Again, the door jimmied open with the old piece of metal so easily, that he expected a waiting posse outside. But when he eased the door open a crack, empty pavement was brightly lit and stretched over to a row of pines, shrubs, and small trees skirting the edge. The only obstacles were a motorhome and a pickup with a long travel trailer parked at the curb.
He edged the door open further. The other guard could come back from the can at any time. It was now or never. He opened the door far enough to sit on the floor and slide to the ground. At previous stops, the guards hadn't checked on him before pulling out, so he closed the door and fastened it. Maybe they wouldn't check this time either, and it would gain him some extra time.
Crossing the open space was slow, because his ankle shackles constricted his steps. He expected a shout from the guard. He went between the back of the trailer and the front of the motorhome, worked through some shrubs, and got down on his hands and knees facing the parking lot, so he could peer under the trailer.
It wasn't long until the guard's feet crossed from the convenience store to the prison van. The other guard got out of the passenger side and headed to the restroom.
Badger surveyed his surroundings. The trees and shrubs separated the parking lot from a drainage ditch, which was lined with stones. He scooted toward the ditch and picked up the first rock he saw that looked easy to handle. He sat up, separated his feet as far as the chain connecting his shackles would allow, and used the rock to work on the chain. Traffic noise from the nearby highway masked the pounding, and in minutes the chain broke.
He returned to watching the convenience store lot. The store was one of those with an attached fast food joint—a Subway—and a few people came and went before the second guard returned to the van. Neither man checked the back of the van, and it pulled away from the gas pumps.
Badger let out a breath. These guys worked for a service that the state hired to transport prisoners. It was obvious they just wanted to put in their time and get home—or to the nearest bar.
He weighed his options. He could follow the ditch and possibly get out of town that way. Maybe find some clothes and get the shackles completely off. He probably wouldn't have any luck hitching a ride until he did that.
More people came out of the convenience store, and two sets of feet headed toward the trailer and pickup. Badger edged further into the underbrush. A man opened the driver's door of the pickup.
"Think I'll put my rain gear back in the storage cubby. Doesn't look like I'm going to need it anytime soon around here."
"Good idea," said a woman's voice from the other side of the truck.
The man pulled a rain slicker and pants from the back seat of the truck, wadded them into a bundle, and carried them to a long oblong hatch near the end of the trailer. He used his keys to unlock the hatch and propped it open while he stowed his bundle.
Badger wished he had a weapon. That truck would be just the ticket out of here. He thought about the rock he had just used with his chain. The guy was old—maybe 50 or 60. Badger was sure he could take him, but the woman would raise an alarm. Besides, he didn't know how to unhook a trailer, and towing it would make him pretty easy to spot by the cops. He could probably figure it out but not fast enough.
The man closed the hatch and climbed into his truck. He started the engine but didn't pull away. Badger figured he must be waiting for the owners of the motorhome.
Badger thought about the hatch in that trailer. There was quite a bit of space in there, and the man didn't lock it—just slammed it shut. It would be a way to get away from the area. He started to get up from his crouch but ducked back down when the driver's door opened again. The man got out. He walked around the front of the truck and yelled, "Hey, Mick! I left my coffee mug in there!"
From his hiding place, Badger saw two other sets of feet coming toward the RVs. They stopped and the man from the pickup walked toward them. They argued in low voices, but Badger focused on that hatch. When all of the feet headed back to the store, he made his move.
He crouch-walked to the trailer, hoping the woman, who was still in the truck, wouldn't glance over and notice him in the side mirror. As quickly and quietly as he could, he opened the hatch and crawled in. The quiet part was hard, what with the chains from his shackles and some poles stored in the hatch, but maybe the general noise around the station would cover it. The hatch was not designed to be closed from the inside for obvious reasons, so Badger fiddled with the latch until it seemed like it might stay closed. Then he lay still, taking a full breath for the first time since he started his escape.

Chapter Two
Tuesday Evening

Frannie Shoemaker examined the atlas map of New Mexico with a penlight. Oncoming headlights brightened the cab of the truck briefly, before it returned to the subtle glow of the dash lights.
"How much longer do you think? It looks like about fifty miles to me."
Her husband Larry ran his hand over his crew cut. "Maybe an hour. I hate setting up in the dark—damn that flat tire, anyway."
She reached over and rubbed his neck. "You'd better sleep in tomorrow. It's been a long day."
He grinned. "I think Mickey's planning on hunting aliens first thing tomorrow."
"Let 'im. He can even borrow the truck."
"What if it gets beamed up when the aliens come for him? How would we get home?"
"Easy—take his motorhome. You or Jane Ann can drive it." Frannie's phone chirped for a text message. She picked it up from its niche in the console. "Text from Jane Ann. Mickey says one of our storage doors is flapping."
He winced. "I bet I didn't lock it when I put my rain suit in there." He flipped his turn signal on and slowed, easing over to the shoulder.
Frannie handed him her trailer keys, and he swung down out of the truck.

Friday, May 5, 2017

The Chocolate Touch by Melissa McClone



Chocolate expert Chantelle Cummings arrives in Marietta, Montana with two goals—sign copies of her new book and research a quaint local chocolate shop. When she meets a gorgeous guy passing out chocolate samples, her visit turns sweeter than she ever imagined. The man melts her heart, but her dream of working in France with her family makes her hesitant to pursue a romance.

Former Air Force captain York Parker has one month before embarking upon a consulting career. He never expected to be selling chocolates, but he’s happy to help his sister and her boss. He also likes spending time with sassy, pretty Chantelle. His new coworker may have the chocolate touch, but he’d rather taste her decadent kisses… until he learns the real reason she’s in town.

Will the truth harden his heart, or will love pave the way to a sweet future?

Walking into Paradise Books in Marietta, Montana, York Parker was a man with a mission. He might not be a captain in the air force any longer, but he was the big brother of two incredible women—Dakota and Nevada—and one needed his help tonight. He was used to scanning code on his computer screen and watching trajectories on monitors, so he went into surveillance mode to find Dakota.

Rows of chairs and a wooden podium suggested a reading or some other event had taken place recently, maybe tonight, but his sister wasn’t there. She also wasn’t among the bookcases or with the customers who stood in a line along the left-hand side of the store.

Where could she be?

The place wasn’t that big.

Someone crashed into his back, and he took a step to maintain his balance. He was fine, but he couldn’t say the same about the person clinging to his left arm and shoulder like a dead weight.

Oh, no.” The voice was feminine and breathy. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

That’s okay.” And man, was it.

Soft curves pressed against York. The scent of vanilla surrounded him. He couldn’t see her face, but everything else about her was near perfect. If he were looking for a hookup.

Which he wasn’t.

He went into big-brother mode, turned, and put his free hand on her waist to help her balance. “Are you hurt?

No, just a big ball of nerves.” She straightened, and he missed her warmth and scent. “Though don’t tell anyone I said that please.”

Your secret is safe with me.” He took a good look at her.

Hello, gorgeous.

She was in her mid-to-late twenties with a beautiful face that could stop a convoy of Humvees and long, blond hair that belonged spread over a pillow or a man’s chest.

Like his.

York’s pulse kicked up a notch. Okay, more than one.

She wore a pale blue above-the-knee skirt and matching jacket. Attractive and well dressed. A combination that was hard to resist.

Thanks, but…” A big, blue-eyed gaze—the color of the sky on this fine day in May—met his.

His breath caught in his throat. Something twisted in his gut. He stared, captivated.

Not the reaction he was expecting, nor like anything he’d felt while charming scantily clad women on the beach last week.

Did I hurt you?” she added.

Reality returned in an instant. He bit back a laugh. If she could hurt him, he needed serious help. She was average height to his six-two. Not skinny by any means. She had curves a man could hold onto or sink into. Just his type. And too small to do much damage to someone as big as him by accident… or even if she’d tried.

But he heard her concern and appreciated that she knew she was the one at fault. “I’m fine, Miss…?”

York wanted to know her name.

Good.” She glanced around the store instead. “I need to find the restroom. Do you know where it is?”

Sorry, first time in here.”

Well, I’d better keep looking. Thanks for keeping me from hitting the floor. That would have been more embarrassing.”

No need to be embarrassed. You can bump into me anytime.”

With a quick smile flashed in his direction, she hurried away.

The sway of her hips and heels that showed off her long legs had him watching her go. He didn’t get her name, but that was probably for the best.

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