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When Jude Christensen, the Captain of the Savannah Heat hockey team, sets out on his morning run, he has no way of knowing that this particular run will change his life forever. Rescuing a tattered kitten from a feral dog leads him to meet Dr. Megan James, the captivating veterinarian who treats the cat, and catches his eye. 

Megan wonders about the man who doesn't hesitate to pay for the treatment of a kitten that wasn’t even his own and as fate continues to throw them together, Jude and Megan explore their mutual attraction. 

But when Megan becomes the target of a stalker who doesn’t like the attention she is getting from the handsome Captain who dominates on the ice, things take a sinister turn. The stalker will stop at nothing to keep Jude away from “his” Megan. As the danger increases, Megan refuses to be intimidated, and Jude must find a way to save her life as he earns her heart.

 

Excerpt:

I walked closer to the fluff ball, which now lay motionless on the ground. As I got closer, I could finally see that it was a kitten, and it was in dire shape.

I remembered running past a vet’s office a few blocks back. Scooping the kitten up, I threw the branch at the dog to buy us time and bolted back in the direction I had come, hoping they were open this early. I could feel my heart beat harder fearing the kitten may have succumbed to its injuries. Smelling the copper tang of blood, I ran all-out and felt a glimmer of hope as I heard a mewling sound. When I got to the vet’s office, I found the door locked but the lights on, so I pounded on the glass, hoping someone would hear. A woman in a white coat came from the back and quickly unlocked the door. She sucked in her breath as she looked down at the bloody mass in my hands and reached to take the kitten from me.

“Help me. Please,” was all I could get out. Despite regular, intense physical workouts, I couldn’t breathe. I handed her the kitten and bent over, trying to catch my breath.

“Come with me,” she said. It was then that I looked up into a pair of devastating hazel eyes.

Jude's Sweet Fire is the suspenseful first installment in the Savannah Heat Sports Romance Series and includes a BONUS free novella download offer!

"I absolutely loved this book I laughed I cried and I got mad and I fell in love going to read the Christmas one Love it!" Luann - amazon reviewer

"Jude's Sweet Fire - the title is perfect!! There is sweet and boy is there fire! Humor, danger, sexy chemistry, it's all here!!" - Tricia for Everything Marie

If you like instantly captivating gorgeous men, fate, and love conquering all, then you'll love Jessica McBrayer's addictive series.

Right in Front of Me: Friends to Lovers Romance (A Cajuns Hockey Romance Book 1) by Jessica McBrayer

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A Friends to Lovers Romance

It's hot in New Orleans and so is the new goalie Ty 'Tag' Taggart.

Ty had a good career in Savannah with the Heat, but he was the backup and would remain that way for the foreseeable future. His mentor, Ryan, the best goalie in the league, would be Savannah's starting goalie until he retired. When a new expansion team opens up in New Orleans he's a free agent. He eagerly signs a contract with the Cajuns as their new starting goalie. He loved his old team and learned a lot, but he's looking forward to putting his own stamp on the NHL. What he wasn't counting on is seeing his long-lost childhood friend sitting right in front of him in a cafe in the French Quarter.

Lisette 'Lis' Fontenot had been inseparable from him and his sister when they were kids. Her parents dying and her grandmother moving her from San Diego to the bayous of Louisiana put an end to the three amigos. What was the chance he would see her again? Lis had worked hard to start her own walking tour company and was doing well. She'd been meeting in a small cafe with one of her employees when she looked up and saw a ghost from her past. She was staring right into the dark blue eyes of her childhood crush, Tyler Taggart. She'd followed his career with the Heat but would never admit that the crush had never gone away.

When their lives become enmeshed again how will she ever keep her feelings in check? Especially when he only thinks of her as another sister?

 

 

Excerpt:

Lisette

I unwrapped myself from the death grip of my sticky sheet. After I untangled myself, I sighed. Sleeping in New Orleans with no air conditioning wasn’t for the weak. You had to have stamina to handle the heat. My fan barely put out enough breeze to move the heavy air around. Even when I had it pointed straight at me. But being raised in the bayous I was more prepared for the N’awlins’ climate. After a quick shower, I put my long blonde hair in a messy bun and outlined my blue eyes with a little eyeliner. Anything else would melt off. I grabbed my phone to call my nanna.

Every time I headed home to the bayous and Nanna, she commented how I was losing the old ways. She was the only thing that tied me to the backcountry. Whenever I was there, I always made time to learn another one of her herbal remedies. We would go wildcrafting for the ingredients or fishing, or I would help her with small repairs to the aging house. I enjoyed whatever crazy plan she had. She was eccentric, and I loved that. So different from my upbringing in San Diego. When my parents died, she brought me to Louisiana to live with her. I was scared and grieving. I’d just lost everything. She became my whole world. And I’d never been more grateful.

“Missy, are you listening to anything I’m saying?” I was lost in thought.

“Sorry, Nanna. My mind wandered.”

“I was telling you about the reading I did for you today. You are going to meet the love of your life soon, but there will be some hardships,” she said. Did I mention she dabbled in tarot card reading? She was always ‘asking the cards for wisdom,’ as she called it.

“How am I supposed to meet anyone? I sleep and then do tours. No room for anything else,” I said.

“Maybe he’s going to take one of your tours?” she asked.

“Maybe. Nanna, I have to go. I need to eat something before work,” I explained.

“At least you’re eating. Come see me soon and I’ll make some of your favorites. You need to fatten up,” she said. I thought I had just the right amount of curves. At five-four, I had to be careful of what I eat, or it went straight to my ass, but she was right. I hadn’t been eating that well.

“I will, Nanna. Love you,” I said. Hearing her voice always made me feel homesick.

“Love you more, Cher.” She hung up then. I let the sadness sweep through me instead of fighting it. 

 

Read an Excerpt From Stained by Jessica McBrayer

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I absolutely love this book and this series. I'm currently reading the next book in this series and it's excellent. I want to get a tattoo at Thorn's shop. I'm from the East Bay and the descriptions are spot on!

Thorn works after dark. That’s when she combines her gifts as a tattoo artist and her powers as a natural born witch to weave magick into her ink. Her tattoo parlor, Stained, on Berkeley’s quirky Telegraph Avenue draws clients from all walks of life. Her work is in high demand from the supernatural community and the undead.

With her raven familiar, Thorn’s been on the run all her adult life. She won’t talk about why. Only she knows of the horrors in her past. She only wants to practice her art of tattooing in peace. But when a murderer targets her clients, Sé, a tall, dark and Irish detective is assigned to investigate. They must trust each other to survive the cat and mouse game that ensues.

If You like suspenseful, supernatural, riveting stories then you like Jessica McBrayer's well written book.

Excerpt:

Blood pooled with ink as the needles pierced her client’s skin. Thorn colored in the intricate design. Her stomach tightened as it always did, but years of practice kept her from showing it. The man she tattooed flinched as the pain registered. She smiled to herself. Pleasure and pain would soon be his addiction as it often was for those who came to her.

Her nitrile covered hands moved swiftly as they dipped the needles into ink and moved back to the design. The outline evaporating into blood and a more permanent ink. The flesh raw after she was done with it.

Her shop, Stained, tucked into the slightly seedy, increasingly funky but always vibrant Telegraph Avenue, hummed with the noise of tattoo machines, music and people milling around looking at the artwork displayed in books. Antique prints of ‘painted’ tattooed ladies gave the shop a burlesque feel. Thorn loved everything about it. Being just a few blocks from UC Berkeley, the shop was a favorite with students and more faculty and staff than one might guess. Each tat station was open to the public eye except for one back room where the artists could work on more private areas. She had chosen dark blue blending to cerulean towards the ceiling to soothe the customers, unlike the bright reds of so many other shops.

The man she worked on grunted, trying not to move, as she continued, adding ink and wiping away blood so she could see clearly. The design made itself known. As she wove it into existence, she chanted under her breath a spell of healing into the ink. She had created a sacred space in her store so she would be protected while she chanted and worked her spells.

Gérard, Reese, and Gwynn worked with her tonight, and they were busy with customers too. Gérard with his creole accent, Reese with her red hair, t-shirt and jeans, and Gwynn dressed in a hemp dress with her blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun held together with chopsticks. Jason, her intern, worked the front, helping customers, running errands for the artists and selling t-shirts and other souvenirs. Tonight he wore skinny jeans showing his boxers and a rainbow Muppets t-shirt.

Thorn had more work than she could handle, and that was the way she liked it. The shop was open during the day with a talented, experienced crew. Thorn covered the hours from early evening ‘til midnight and had a steady flow of customers until she shut the doors. Besides her discreet late-night patrons, she catered to a select clientele and never took walk-ins. The high fees from her late-night clients fed her bolt fund.

Her present client had made his appointment six weeks ago. He’d opted for a custom-designed pinup girl, and it was turning out nicely. She’d drawn up the design last night, and he loved it. Halfway through the night, Raven, her familiar, swept into the room onto his perch and cawed, “Trouble.” He was a large, midnight black raven, talons that could shred a man to ribbons and a beak like a bowie knife. He refused to be named. He mentioned that names held power over the being, and he wanted no binds on him, so she just called him Raven.

Raven would have warned her mind-to-mind if it had been a real threat. Whatever was coming was more likely some kind of annoyance.

 

 

Read an Excerpt from Line of Fire by Taylor Lee

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Discover how challenging elections can be when sex and violence are in the mix.

Facing political opponents is a piece of cake for Gia. Facing her insecurities about her superstar lover is another matter.

Gia’s unconquerable political skills make winning the election a sure thing. If only she was as confident of her ability to capture and keep her inimitable lover. The arrival of one of his former paramours doesn’t help. Particularly, when the sexy blonde agent isn’t above sowing seeds of doubt in the insecure Gia—just for the heck of it.

Corrupt doesn’t begin to describe Gia’s political opponents. Try hooking up with international terrorists. Oh yes, and silencing a pregnant mistress when necessary. They might have been able to get away with it, if not for Logan and his super- secret agent team.

Unfortunately, the villains conclude if they can’t take Gia down at the polls they’ll have to take her down… permanently.

Excerpt:

The tall, blonde woman gazed in the mirror at the gray-haired man sprawled on the bed across the room. His head was thrown back against the headboard. His eyes were closed; a greasy sheen dampened his forehead. With her back to him, Nadia was able to study him unhindered. Not that he was likely to notice her surveillance. It was clear he was much too agitated to pay attention to anything but his own anxieties. 

 

Reaching for the bottle of Cîroc Ten vodka, she poured a healthy amount of the crystalline alcohol into a glass and added two ice cubes from the silver ice bucket. Picking up the glass, she planted a soft smile on her face and turned to face him. As she ambled toward him, she allowed her thigh-high negligee to open slightly, revealing the abbreviated lacy slip beneath. 

 

Swaying her hips from side to side as she closed in on him, Nadia tossed him a sexy wink. “I have a suggestion, Stewart. In fact, I have several.” Eyeing his wrinkled formal attire, she pursed her lips. “May I suggest that you would be more comfortable with fewer clothes?” she teased. “Make that a lot fewer clothes.” When he frowned, she quickly added, “After you take a sip of this extraordinary vodka, that is.”

 

Reaching for the glass, the agitated man grabbed it with both hands and tossed back the potent alcohol as if it were water. Smacking the glass down on the bedside stand, he rose to his feet and shoved her to the side. Striding across the room toward the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked out into the dark street below, then turned back and glared at her. “I don’t have to tell you that was a challenging meeting, Nadia. You aren’t stupid. If anyone knows how treacherous those fucking Russians are, it’s you. But I swear to God when it comes to outright perfidy, no one beats those vicious Colombian bastards.” 

 

His voice was strained with anger and stippled with what Nadia knew was fear. Reaching for the silk handkerchief in his breast pocket, he swiped at the sweat glistening on his forehead and upper lip. As if aware that the perspiration on his face intimated the slightly rancid odor emanating from his body, the usually fastidious man stripped off his Versace suit coat and tossed it on the sofa. Grabbing the elaborate bottle of Cîroc Ten and an empty glass, eschewing ice cubes, he filled the glass to the brim with the pricey vodka and sank onto the armchair beside the bed. 

 

Reaching for the Cîroc Ten, Nadia sidled up next to the agitated man. Murmuring softly, she intoned, “Not to kick a man who’s already paying through his ass for his miscalculation, but from what I understand, you did all this to prevent a nonentity of a woman from winning a race she never could have won?”

 

He snorted in disgust. “That shows how ignorant you are. In addition to being as accomplished a politician as her ass and her tits are Hustler-worthy, Gia Tremaine, the ‘nonentity,’ is backed by the most accomplished moneyman I’ve ever run up against.” He groaned aloud. “Christ, in addition to banging her, the fucker actually might be in love with her. Which makes Logan Fowler the most dangerous man I’ve ever tangled with. Oh, and to underscore my concerns, apparently the motherfucker is former Special Ops—make that Delta Force.”

 

“Hmm. Challenging, indeed.” Nadia blew out an audible sigh. “Love and politics. Add the resulting mayhem of illegal contributions—yours—hmm. Not to put too fine a point on it. You appear to be up against a formidable man—not to mention a more than formidable woman . . . ”

 

Ensuring that the clearly intoxicated man finished what was now his third full glass of eighty-proof alcohol, Nadia managed to get him undressed and onto the bed. Crawling up over him, she sat on his thighs and shot him a sultry gaze. She eased off her negligee, then reached for the hem of the diaphanous slip. In a lazy movement, she inched the filmy concoction over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her naked body. At his groaning albeit inebriated interest, she crawled up over him and positioned herself above his upturned, flushed face. Smiling down at him, she murmured, “C’mon, big guy. You know what I like. What we both like. How about I show you what I can do with that my expert tongue, and then if you’re up for it, you can show me what you can do with yours . . . ” 

 

Nadia waited until she was sure the snoring man was dead to the world, and would be for some time, then rose to the side of the bed. Slipping on her discarded negligee, she retrieved her phone from the chest drawer. She stole into the bathroom and locked the door securely behind her. Unhooking the faux emerald from the chain at her neck, she clicked the latch. Removing a miniscule drive, she inserted the microSD card into her phone and hit send. 

In minutes, her phone vibrated. Nadia grinned as she read the incoming message. “Damn, Agent Antiov. You haven’t missed a beat since we worked together eight years ago. I should have known if anyone could help us take down that pretentious prick it was you. By the way, naughty lady, thank you for strategically placing the mirror the way that you did. It was nice of you to ensure that all of us egregious voyeurs had an uninterrupted view of your ‘assets’ while you went to work on our target. Particularly when you got him so drunk he couldn’t have gone after your scintillating bod if he’d tried.”

She shot him a disdainful emoticon confirming the drunken man couldn’t have gotten his flaccid dick in her  if his life depended on it. Her grin widened when she read his closing acclamation. “I trust you won’t mind if I add a personal note, Agent? That being that the years haven’t diminished your impressive backside. It is as spectacular as it ever was. —L”

 

 

The Big Uneasy Bundle by Pauline Baird Jones

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The first four installments in the Big Uneasy series!

The Big Easy ain't always easy for the law-abiding Baker family.

First up, Relatively Risky

A quirky artist must unravel her parent's secret past before the mob erases her future. But will the protection of a handsome homicide detective, Alex Baker, be her only hope of surviving the Big Easy?

The oldest of thirteen, Alex Baker does two things: he solves murders and avoids children. Until the day Nell Whitby foils a carjacking, knocks Alex off his feet and turns his life upside down.

When the shots start flying and every rock he turns over reveals another wise guy, Alex decides he needs to stick close to the quirky yet captivating children’s book author while he discovers who is behind a series of mob hits. But can he resist the urge to kiss the kid magnet now in the crosshairs?

A relative newcomer to New Orleans—with no family but her college friend—Nell spends her days in seeming obscurity, sketching tourists in the French Quarter and serving canapés for her friend’s catering business. When a chance encounter makes Nell the target of a mob hit, the only silver lining is meeting the cute cop who is determined to protect her.

But when she finds herself at the head of a second line made up of goons and gangsters, and secrets start bubbling up out of her own past, Nell must figure out what she's made of so she can live long enough to kiss the cop again…

In “Family Treed,” a short story, will Nell survive dinner with the “killing cousins?”

Nell’s not sure why the mob wants to have dinner with her. She is sure she wants a cop at her side.

Alex wouldn’t let Nell go in without him, despite much unease from his many siblings.

But will they get out alive?

And in Dead Spaces “be careful what you dig for.”

A forensic surgeon in the New Orleans Coroner’s Center—and part of her dad’s Baker’s Dozen—Hannah Baker thought she knew where to dig, how and what to slice, and when to walk away.

But when her big brother gets her involved in the exhumation of a couple of old coffins, she realizes the past can’t be ignored. Not when its been simmering up a big pile of trouble for longer than Hannah’s born days.

Only New Orleans could produce a “Baked” gumbo of the mob, shadowy figures from the past, annoying figures from the present, murders, attempted murders, and a really cute detective who is technically off limits on account of he’s her big brother’s partner.

Good thing NOPD Detective Logan Ferris doesn’t know the meaning of “off limits,” because once more the Big Easy is getting mighty uneasy.

In Louisiana Lagniappe...
A Reunion, a murder, and a wedding... What's next?

Becca Smith Poole should have known her forty-fifth high school reunion would be anything but normal - especially when a dead body turns up! Renowned for her problem-solving skills, Becca is determined to discover who the murderer is - and if her former high school crush is still as handsome as he was in their younger days. The first will take some time to solve, the second one took her breath away.

Retired detective Zach Baker has been lonely since the last of his Baker’s dozen moved out. When he sees Becca Smith’s picture in the “where are they now” brochure, he wonders if this might be a first chance for him with the gal he could never connect with in high school. But before he can ask her out, a murder breaks up the party.

Can a retired cop and a mystery reading problem solver unmask a killer before the wedding? Even more challenging, can Zach convince Becca that there is no end date for falling in love?

Pauline Baird Jones has won awards for her tightly plotted, funny, and fast-paced novels of romantic suspense. Get two complete novels and a bonus short story for one great price!

Author Spotlight: Meet Mary Hagen

I had the opportunity to sit down with the lovely author Mary Hagen and ask her a few questions and see what it is that makes the writing part of her brain tick. Grab a snack and sit back to learn a bit more about this fabulous author.

The Interview

When did you start writing?

 

I wrote my first short story in ninth grade and won second place in a school contest. That was the last fiction writing I did for years as I concentrated on nonfiction and doing articles for a local paper. I don't know what possessed me to write the first contemporary novel, Echo of Love, that I sold to Avalon Books. Seeing my book in print was such a motivation to write more. I love western American history so I wrote Secret to Hold and Day of Reckoning, cozy historical romances that take place in Wyoming Territory and first published by Desert Breeze Publishing. World War II and what the Nazi party did to six million Jews and seven million others considered undesirables interested me. I still don't understand the Nazi mindset at that time, but I wrote a cozy mystery about the time period, Forbidden Love, published by Soul Mate. Hand Prints on the Wall was my first mystery located in San Rafael Swell, Utah, an area I love to hike and explore information about the Fremont Indians. My last two books, Murder in Stopover and Death in Stopover are cozy mysteries that I decided to Indie publish. I'll see how that works out. 

What genres do you write?

 

I sort of answered that above - cozy contemporaries, historical romance, and contemporary mysteries. 

Who do you imagine you are telling the story to as you write? 

 

I'm usually completely involved in writing the story and have never imagined telling someone the story.

What's your latest book about? 

 

I'm currently writing a western historical romance. My heroine is the daughter of slave owners who during reconstruction lose their plantation. Her mother dies, her brother was killed, and only her father survives plus a childhood slave who is still with them but free, of course. To recoup his losses, her father takes the two girls with him to a gold mining camp in Colorado. The ex-slave leaves them much to her father's disappointment. My heroine's father is murdered over a claim dispute. My heroine, Phoebe, to survive, becomes a laundress. She is determined to get out of Gold Dust, the mining town, and saves part of her earnings but the money is stolen. Devastated, she accepts an offer to marry an engineer, the second son of an English earl who wants to avoid an arranged marriage made by his family in England. They agree he will pay her $1000 as soon as his intended is married to someone else. It's her way out of Gold Dust with her new husband, James. He is sent to Wyoming Territory to check on his family's investment in a ranch. They meet James's cousin, George, on the way to Wyoming and trouble begins between the three. Who will win Phoebe's hand? Will she remain with James? Will George thrust a dagger into James's plans?

 

I'm on the last chapter and sort of stalled.

Which authors inspire you?

I have so many favorite authors it's hard to answer. I love Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, and the Bronte Sisters are great favorites. Steven Ambrose and David McClough are favorite nonfiction western historians of mine. I like Sandra Carey Cody's cozy mysteries, Nevada Barr's national park mysteries, Anne Perry's Victorian England Mysteries, Donnell Ann Bell's contemporary mysteries to mention a few. I can't leave out Agatha Christie. I could list several other favorite authors but I need to stop.  When I do read a book, I want the historical facts to be accurate and the mysteries plausible. 

What's your favorite book?

I have three: Undaunted Courage by Steven Ambrose, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah.

What's your snack and/or drink of choice when writing?

 

I don't snack or drink while I'm writing so I don't have a favorite.

Thank you for having me on your blog. 

Author Bio:

Mary Hagen writes western historical romances and contemporary suspense.

She grew up on her parents ranch in southeastern Wyoming. History of the west surrounded her and she spent days searching Native American sites, riding the trails, and looking forl burried treasure.

Today, she lives on a fish farm not far from the Wyoming border. In her spare time, she hikes, climbs, snow shoes, skis and writes books.

Find her at www.maryhagenauthorromance.com

 

NEW RELEASE! Kirk: Force Security Book 3 by Jessica McBrayer

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“Take care of my wife.”

That was the last thing my best friend Elijah asked me before the light left his eyes.

I kept my word to my Delta Force brother and checked on Delilah Hunter often over the years. When she remarried six months after my buddy died, she infuriated everyone who was loyal to Elijah’s memory. But I knew better than anyone how unbearable loneliness could be, so I didn’t judge her. I stuck with her, she had been my friend, too.

Eventually, I started to give her the space she needed to start her new life without the constant reminder of her dead husband. Delilah Hunter-Bradshaw seemed to be doing well. So, when she stumbled into Force’s New Orleans office ten years later, battered and bruised, asking for me, I knew she had fooled me and everyone else in her life. She was nowhere near well.

It was time to keep my promise to my dead best friend. If he’s watching from above, I hope he can forgive me for what I’m about to do.

**Force Security is a spin-off series of the number one Amazon bestselling Savannah Heat Hockey Romance series.

Review for Asher Force Security Book 1
Great New Series!
"Asher is a great new adventure into the lives of the men and women who have protected our favorite Savannah Heat characters. I loved this opening book with a character we have not met yet but Mark, Seth, and plenty of other characters we know and love from other Savannah Heat books were there. You do not have to have read any of Jessica's other books for this book to make sense, but it will leave you with a whole lot of other books to try!" Five-star review from Desrae.

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Loved it
"Another book by Jessica McBrayer I couldn't put down. Read it in one day. This book was awesome, All I have to say is read it, it is a definite keeper at my house." Five-star review by KGregory.

 

Excerpt: 

“Kirk?” I was half asleep. A glance at the clock told me it was three in the morning.

“Yeah, who’s this? This is an untraceable number. Who the hell is this?” I asked, fully awake now.

“I-it’s me, Kirk. Delilah. I didn’t know who else to call,” she said. Her voice was trembling, and all kinds of alarms went up.

“Delilah, honey. Are you okay? Where are you?” I’d always sent her my new number whenever I changed it. Thankfully, she had it right now because my gut told me she was in a lot of trouble. Dammit! It had been too long since I’d last talked to her.

“I heard you were in Savannah, and I need help. There was no one else I could trust,” she whispered.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you,” I said.

“I’m driving. About an hour past Mobile, Alabama.”

“I’m in New Orleans now. Please. Let me come get you. If you’re in trouble, let me help you. You were right to call me,” I said. Shit! I grabbed a pair of pants and a tee shirt. Setting the phone on the dresser to get dressed.

“No! Let me come to you. Can you text me your address? I’m using a burner phone and am in a rental I rented with a fake ID and a reloadable credit card. If I have to back track, I need to find somewhere to sleep. I don’t think I can make it back to New Orleans without some sleep first,” she said.

“If you’re in that much trouble, let me come to you. Someone might know that we know each other and that you’d come to me,” I said. I was desperate to make sure she was safe. What would make a woman like her take such drastic measures?

“Okay, yeah, I’m not thinking straight. You’d be the first person he’d think of. Shit, you have to get out of there!”

“Easy, Lilah. Where are you? Will you be okay until I get to you?” I asked.

“I’m at least a day ahead of them. Let me get a few hours’ sleep. You might not even be able to help me…” Her voice wavered until she cleared her throat. I could tell she was trying to hold it together. She had always been an amazingly strong woman. It took one to be married to a Delta.

Favorite Fall Reads: A Proposal & Pumpkin Pie by Debora Dennis

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Welcome to Starlight Hills! Mountain views, small town charm, and one little bake shop, where romance is always on the menu.

Lacey Andrews is focused on her city life and her CPA career. The last thing she wants is a relationship and up to now she’s managed to dodge her mother’s increasingly desperate attempts at matchmaking. But it’s Thanksgiving, and for Lacey that means family, the magic of walking through crisp fall leaves, and the Itty Bitty Bake Shop’s pumpkin pies. So she’s heading back to Starlight Hills for the holiday. Only this year, she suspects coming home alone might be a big mistake.

Kane O'Brien learned the hard way that being chivalrous only ends in betrayal and pain. He’s been an outsider in Starlight Hills since the Andrews family turned the town against him twelve years ago. While he's done his best to rebuild his life and his auto repair shop, he’s never quite outrun his turbulent past. Now he no longer believes in family traditions or holiday celebrations.

But a chance encounter in the Itty Bitty Bake Shop, a shared pumpkin pie, and one crazy proposal could make this the holiday that changes everything.

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The Rainbow Bridge is the wonderful place that pets visit after they die. Is someone planning a one-way, all-expense paid trip there for cat detectives Yoshi and Gatsby? Things are getting tense for the world’s greatest cat detectives. Wild coyotes are roaming the streets, a fast talking cat psychic claims he can speak to the dead and the neighborhood is being plagued by robberies committed by literal cat burglars. All of that is nothing compared to what might be the biggest challenge of Yoshi and Gatsby’s careers: their humans have just adopted a dog!

Before the mysteries are solved there will be a thrilling rooftop chase, encounters with animal villains and a ghostly visitation. Humor, action and mystery combine into a story that both pet lovers and mystery readers will love.