by Donna Michaels
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname Lucy…and sometimes Ethel. From short to epic, her books entertain readers across a variety of sub-genres, and one has even being hand drawn into a Japanese translation. Now, if only she could read it.
What’s a handsome Colombian psychic with super-hero-power to do with a spirited Navajo beauty who invades his territory? Why, kidnap her of course.
Chopper pilot Josie Tseda served in Afghanistan, extracting soldiers from deadly situations. She knows how to take care of herself. But when she vows to find Gabriel Valdez, a Guardian of Danu, and deliver him to a gathering of the Council of Guardians, she may have bitten off more than she can chew.
Locating Gabriel in the mountains of Colombia is hard enough. Josie didn’t count on ending up his prisoner – or on falling for him.
Gabriel is battling Colombian drug traffickers and seeking revenge against the man who murdered his mother. He’s not looking for romance and doesn’t trust the feisty American female who wants to fly him off to the U.S. The message she conveys directing him to return with her, supposedly coming from the High Guardian, may be a lie to ensnare him and steal the precious scroll he guards.
Yet, he can’t help wanting her. Will he allow her to capture his heart or will the secret power he wields ultimately drive her away?
He grinned, slashing grooves framing his mouth. “I cannot say, Señorita Tseda. I have never before kidnapped an innocent woman.” He laughed low in his throat. “Nor do I believe I have done so today.”
“Oh! You, you skunk!” Straightening abruptly, she jerked away from him. Her sudden, violent movement startled the horse, making the bay shake its head and dance sideways, rocking Josie forward. She started to topple off and yelped in fright. Valdez’s arm shot out to catch her below her breasts. She gasped and unconsciously locked her hands around that steely band as he hauled her safely back against him.
At the same time, he mouthed a flow of soothing Spanish to the horse. Once the gelding settled down, Josie grew conscious of her captor’s arm beneath her breasts and how his hand cupped the side of one full mound. Then she realized her own hands still clutched his arm in a death grip. She instantly released him but he did not loosen his hold or remove his hand from her breast.
“You can let go of me now,” she said.
“And allow you to fall and be injured should you become angry again?” He tisked in disapproval. “No, no, that I cannot do.”
“Mister, either move your hand or lose some skin,” she gritted, fingernails poised over his bare wrist.
He arched his brows in challenge but lowered his hand to her waist. “You are una pequeña tigresa, a little tigress full of fire and fight. It would be my pleasure to tame you if I could but trust you.”
“You and who else, tough guy? And I told you not to call me little.”
He shrugged. “But you are petite. Is this a bad thing?”
“It is when all the other women in my family are tall. Makes me the runt of the litter,” she grumbled. Why she told him that, she didn’t know.
“I see. But surely you are the most beautiful one in your family,” he murmured, adding a playful grin.
Caught off guard by his flattery, Josie stared into his moss-green eyes. He thought her beautiful, even in her disheveled condition? Her heartbeat quickened and a warm flush crept up her throat into her face. Then reality struck like a jet of icy water.
Whoa there, girl. He’s just trying to soften you up so he can worm whatever information he thinks you’re hiding out of you. Scowling at the thought, she accused, “First you kidnap me, then you sweet-talk me. What’s your game?”
“I play no game,” he said sharply, all playfulness gone. “You are the one who came seeking me, invading my space as you Americans say. What is your game?”
“My game is to keep my promise to Lara. Which I can’t do stuck on this mountain, and when you won’t even let me finish telling you why she sent me here.” She crossed her arms and turned her face away, staring into the fog-shrouded trees.
After a brief silence, Valdez said, “Very well, tell me the rest now.”
Release day: December 29th
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Lyn Horner resides in Fort Worth, Texas – “Where the West Begins” – with her husband and several very spoiled cats. Trained in the visual arts, Lyn worked as a fashion illustrator and art instructor before she took up writing. She loves crafting passionate love stories, both historical and contemporary. Lyn also enjoys reading, gardening, visiting with family and friends, and cuddling her furry, four-footed children.
Celtic myth and folklore, as well as unusual powers of the mind fascinate Lyn, influencing most of her writing. Recently, she has also become interested in Native American mythology.
The author’s Texas Devlins series blends authentic Old West settings, steamy romance and psychic mysterious. This series has earned multiple awards and nominations, including Crowned Heart reviews and a Rone Award nomination from InD’Tale Magazine.
Lyn is now hard at work on her romantic suspense series, Romancing the Gaurdians. These books combine her trademark flashes of psychic phenomena with Irish folklore and a chilling apocalyptic sub-theme. Along the way, readers are treated to thunderous action, terrifying suspense and sizzling romance.
Tuatha Dé Danann legend, basis for Lyn’s Romancing the Guardians series:
“In Irish-Celtic mythology, the Tuatha Dé Danann (“People of the goddess Danu”) are the Irish race of gods, founded by the goddess Danu. These gods, who originally lived on ‘the islands in the west’, had perfected the use of magic. They traveled on a big cloud to the land that later would be called Ireland and settled there.” – Micha F. Lindemans, “Tuatha Dé Danann,” Encyclopedia Mythica Online.
Legends say the Tuatha Dé Danann defeated the Firbolg and Fomorians, prehistoric inhabitants of Ireland. Later conquered by Milesians from the Iberian Peninsula, they were driven to the underworld. Called Aes Sidhe – pronounced Ays Sheeth-uh – they reside in fairy mounds and are invisible to mortals, but in a battle against evil, they will fight beside mankind, wielding lances of blue flame, carrying snow-white shields.
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Twin sisters separated by war, bound by love…
After the death of their father, twin sisters Maggie and Matty Becker are forced to take positions with officers’ families at a nearby fort. When the southern states secede, the twins are separated, and they find themselves on opposite sides of America’s bloodiest war.
In the south, Maggie travels with the Hamiltons to Bellevue, a plantation in west Tennessee. When Major Hamilton is captured, it is up to Maggie to hold things together and deal with the Union cavalry troop that winters at Bellevue. Racism, politics and a matchmaking stepmother test Maggie’s resourcefulness as she fights for Bellevue, a wounded Confederate officer and the affections of the Union commander.
In the north, Matty discovers an incriminating letter in General Worthington’s office, and soon she is on the run. With no one to turn to for help, she drugs the wealthy Colonel Cole Black and marries him, in hopes of getting the letter to his father, the governor of Michigan. But Cole is not happy about being married, and Matty’s life becomes all about survival.
Two unforgettable stories of courage, strength and honor
Praise for Hazardous Unions!
“You’ll sigh with pleasure as you finish each story” ~ Caroline Clemmons, author of Bluebonnet Bride
“Stories that play on your senses like a sonata. A must read!” ~ Jacquie Rogers, award-winning author of Much Ado About Madams
“Wonderfully entertaining and well-written, with engaging characters…delightful!” ~ Charlene Raddon, author of To Have and To Hold
by Kat Flannery
Fort Wayne, Michigan
What had she done? Matty Becker was going to hell, and there’d be no one to save her. A loud snore echoed from the other room. She peeked around the corner and caught a glimpse of Colonel Black’s stocking feet. She’d burn for sure. She glanced at the paper she held and groaned. She was a horrible, devious, scheming letch. Maggie wouldn’t be pleased. Maggie wasn’t here. Another snore blew into the kitchen and she placed her head onto the table banging her forehead twice. There was no turning back now.
Last night she’d pushed aside her conscience and let fear guide her. For her plan to work, she’d have to throw all sense to the dogs, not that she hadn’t done so already by following through with the blasted thing. She couldn’t fail now. If her family found out what she’d done they’d never forgive her. Worse yet, if Colonel Black found out she’d be locked behind bars, a fate far better than the one that got her in this mess to begin with.
She placed the paper on the table and went into the bedroom. Colonel Black lay on the bed with his clothes stripped off and tossed about the floor. He’d been out for nine hours and would wake any minute. Matty stood, pushed all thoughts of reason from her mind and removed her dress, corset and pantaloons. Her face heated and the room spun. He rolled over and she jumped into the bed next to him, pretending to sleep. She knew the moment he’d woken. The bed stilled and she couldn’t breathe the air was so stiff.
“What the hell?” He sat up and she knew the instant he saw her. “Son of a bitch.”
She felt his nudge once, twice and now a shove almost knocking her from the bed.
“Wake the hell up,” he growled.
She squeezed her eyes closed and willed strength into her soul so she could face the dark Colonel. She rolled over pretending to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
“Who are you?” He placed his head in his hands. She’d bet he had one heck of a headache.
“Your wife,” she said.
“The hell you are.” He shot out of bed without grabbing the sheet, and she averted her eyes.
“Please cover yourself.” She held up the sheet and he ripped it from her hand. “The marriage license is in the kitchen on the table if you do not believe me.”
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Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in her novels. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance.
She has her Certificate in Freelance and Business Writing. A member of many writing groups, Kat enjoys promoting other authors on her blog. She’s been published in numerous periodicals throughout her career.
Her debut novel CHASING CLOVERS has been an Amazon bestseller many times. LAKOTA HONOR and BLOOD CURSE (Branded Trilogy) are Kat’s two award-winning novels and HAZARDOUS UNIONS is Kat’s first novella. Kat is currently hard at work on her next book.
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Title: Winner Takes All
Series: Laurel Heights #4
Author: Judy Kentrus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 27, 2015
Preston Reynolds, a former Army Ranger, left a part of himself in the desert from hell. Life as he knew it was over. No woman would ever want to look at or touch him. He never figured on Cindi Pearl Sullivan sashaying in and turning his world upside down.
Cindi’s personal motto had always been, “do a good deed, for a friend in need.” She’d decided to make Preston understand he was whole. In her sometimes klutzy way, she shows him life is to be lived and he could enjoy the loving caress of a woman.
….“How can I repay you for helping me with my problem?” Cindi asked.
Sometimes luck just fell into one’s lap, like now. He needed a date, and she would understand things wouldn’t go any further than a friendly evening. “Have dinner with me.”
“I’d love to. What night did you have in mind?” she quickly asked.
Preston heard the eagerness in her voice, and tried to let her down gently. “I’d better explain. My sister Jennifer is coming to Laurel Heights to interview for the directorship of the new community center. I’d like you to join us for dinner.”
Her fluttering heart slowed from disappointment. She should have known the invitation was too good to be true. “When was the last time you saw your sister?”
“A year ago, when I went home to visit my parents in Oregon for their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.
“Wouldn’t you rather meet with her alone?”
“Not really.” Stop stalling. Tell her the real reason you are inviting her to dinner. “I better explain. My parents and sister are worried that I am no longer interested in women. Jennifer actually came out and asked if I was gay. I’d like to introduce you as my girlfriend and give her the impression we are lovers.”
His words exploded in her brain. Girlfriend! Lover! Is he out of his mind? “Now, what were you saying about giving your sister the impression we are lovers?” Cindi surprised herself by not getting tongue tied over the word “lover.”
“There isn’t any other woman I could trust to pull this off. You are a good friend and won’t get the wrong idea if I start putting the moves on you in public. I just want to be up-front.”
She jammed her hands on her hips at the insult. “So I’m just a good ole boy—I mean, girl—you need to pass off as your lover just to prove you aren’t into guys!”
“I didn’t mean it quite that way. You are a beautiful, warm, sensitive woman any man would be lucky to call his girlfriend or lover.”
“Just so I understand your deceitful, half-ass invitation. If you get touchy-feely and plant a few kisses during dinner, I should react like it’s perfectly normal since we’re lovers. It would all be for show.”
Cindi tipped her head to the side and decided to toss out a challenge. “You know, it works both ways. I might want to take a few liberties, you know, to make our relationship more convincing. Like you said, it would all be for show.”
“No problem. I’ll do my part.” Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he thought, but it was too late now to take back his invitation.
“Have you considered what might happen if your sister gets the job and comes to live in Laurel Heights?”
“I’ll worry about that when and if it happens. We can always say things didn’t work out.”
Not if I can help it. Momma didn’t raise a dummy. She needed to give this situation a little more thought, but held out a hand. “We have a deal. You clean up my financial mess and I’ll pretend to be your lover.”
Preston wondered at the designing gleam in her eyes, but then decided it was just his imagination. He could trust sweet, sensible Cindi Pearl.
I have always been a romantic at heart and married my high school sweetheart, who is still the love of my life. My characters love to bake and cook, just like I do. Some of my favorite recipes are posted on my website, judykentrus.com. My stories are fun, sexy romances with a hint of suspense that will make you laugh, cry and fall in love. Enjoy!
Title: Base Instinct
Series: Black Bliss #1
Author: Fallen Kittie
Genre: Romance/New Adult/Military
Release Date: October 23, 2015
Melissa Black is a woman of few words and even fewer friends. Not that she’s complaining. Considering all she’s accomplished, all work and no play are words to live by. Shooting for the moon led her land among the stars as an astrophysicist. On top of that, she breaks new altitudes on the Air Force. And she isn’t even 30. From sleepless study habits to army crawls on dirt roads, she’s soared above and beyond time and again. So, why the hell should she care when the man who took her virginity twelve years ago flies back in her life?
The Blacks are all Kingsley Hastings has. They weren’t just neighbors. They were the family he’d never had, but always wanted. He’d found a real friend in Lionel and General Black had pledged a paternal promise. But it was Melissa who’d given him his real taste of pleasure all those years ago. Too bad that taste came too little, too late. Searching for a life beyond the base, he was set to leave town the next day. He should’ve known better. Now, his father’s funeral brings him back to the barracks—and he’s determined to make things right.
But the alluring aviatress clouds his judgment.
Fallen Kittie is a freelance writer and sociologist currently studying existentialism and supernatural folklore. Midway into her academic career, she started considering writing as a means to escape the miscellaneous monotonies of her syllabi.
Title: With Gratitude and Love
Author: Skye Turner
Genre: Contemporary/Military Romance
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover Designs
Cover Model: Conner McGillick
Photographer: Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images and Photography
Release Date: November 19, 2015
Bestselling romance author, Maloree Arceneaux’s steamy stories have created dedicated fans around the world, though in reality her love life is lackluster at best. The troops are important to her and she’s always supported them in whatever way she can.
Cord Hoffman is a Sergeant with the United States Army who is stationed overseas. Joining the Army straight out of high school, he’s always envisioned the military would be not only his career, but his life.
Fighting for his country is something Cord takes great pride in, though being single and away from family is starting to take a toll on him.
One fateful day, Cord receives a thoughtful gift of a simple cup of coffee from a stranger through the Java for a Joe program. After reaching out to the sender, an unlikely friendship is formed.
As time passes, Maloree and Cord’s friendship progresses across the miles and feelings blossom.
When granted leave for the holidays, Cord decides to seek Maloree out.
Will two people who found each other through the words of a simple gesture, sent from a world away, have a real chance at love once they’re face to face? Or will their romance be tucked away as a beautiful memory along with the letters signed… With Gratitude and Love…
© Skye Turner 2015
Dear Service Member,
I hope that this message finds you well. It’s such a small token of my appreciation for all that you and those who serve beside you do, but it’s all I can send from the home front.
I’m writing to you from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I’m an author and while it seems like such a meaningless task to some, to me it’s so fulfilling. I create elaborate romance stories for readers around the world who pick up my books. The fact that I can create a brief respite for those who read my written words and involve them in my stories and characters is very rewarding.
Though not nearly as rewarding as what you do.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling.
I simply wanted to send you this cup of coffee (or tea, hot chocolate, iced coffee, etc.) to show that I’m thinking of all of you back home. You’re service and sacrifice is noted and appreciated. At least by me.
I sincerely appreciate your sacrifice in leaving those you love behind to serve and protect our country and our freedoms. It’s because of you and those who came before you that I am able to chase my dreams and live my life free in the country I love.
I’ll send this off now, but again, thank you for your service.
With Gratitude and Love,
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Just as I’m hitting “Send” on the message and sending another Java for a Joe, my personal assistant, Beth, pops her head into my office. “Mal, do you have those chapters done? I can get started on reading through them if you have them ready.” Her reminder is not really needed, but I do appreciate the way she keeps me on task.
I nod as she asks, “Do you think you’ll make your deadline?”
Turning in my chair to face her, I pop my back and stretch my arms high above my head. Moaning as it alleviates some of the tension residing there, I grunt at her. “I have chapters one through twelve done. They’re not edited, so they’ll be rough, but I did finish twelve just now.” She looks at me and sees my laptop behind my chair.
Her brows raise and she smiles. “That’s not the book. You just sent more coffee to the troops?”
I grin. “I did. It’s something I can do and the thankful messages I get every week, show me that the gesture is appreciated. Most of them thank me for the coffees and really it’s me who’s thanking them.” I spin back around as my computer makes a whooshing sound to show the transaction has gone through. “It’s a two buck cup of coffee. It’s nothing for me to send that, yet, they thank me as if I’m sending them boxes of chocolate molten lava cake. It’s a great feeling and I’m happy to do it.”
Beth leans over my shoulder to glance at my screen. “Send me the link again. I keep saying I need to do this, and then I get caught up in working for you and forget. You slave driver.”
I laugh and wave my hand behind me. “Yeah, I’m so harsh. I’ll send you the link and then I need to get back to work.
This book is not going to write itself. Shoo.”
She chuckles as I hear her head for the door. “Hey, do you need a top off on your coffee or are you still good?”
Looking down, I see my empty mug. “I need more. You know java fuels my soul and keeps the words flowing. I’m only at about six cups so far today. You’re slacking.”
She swoops in and grabs my cup as I once again start to type. “Uh huh. You drink too much coffee, boss.”
I grunt, “Nah. No such thing.” And once again immerse myself in my story.
Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Sexy Adult Romance series Bayou Stix, the Romantic Suspense series James Black, and the Erotic Romance Short Story Serial, Dear Diary.
She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.
She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and six fur babies.
When she’s not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or spending time with those most important to her.
She loves to incorporate pieces of her home state of Louisiana into her writing.
Cover by Charlene Raddon of Cover-Ops
This book is a biography of a woman I have loved and admired for the whole of my life.
In December 1944 a German family of seven were captured and convicted of war crimes for harbouring Jews.
I have known this story for most of my life. In the twilight of her years, this lady has decided that it is time for her story to be told, so it will be recorded for future generations.
The woman and her sister were interned in Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp until Liberation on 13 April 1945.
This is a true account of her experience.
Hanover, Lower Saxony
The house looked the same as every other dwelling in the street. Two story, attached, weathered stone. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom with indoor plumbing upstairs. An attic, where family treasures were hidden, could only be accessed through a removable panel in the ceiling of the main bedroom closet. Downstairs was a small but adequate dine in kitchen, a sitting room and a storeroom. Inside the storeroom was a staircase which led down to a basement.
The house sat opposite the banks of the Leine River. It was home to Inga Albine and her family. She had one older sister, two older brothers and one younger brother. They loved summer when they could swim and play in the water.
Inga’s father, Adaulfo, was a well-known and successful Banker. An unusual occupation for an Aryan as most Bankers were Jewish.
Inga’s mother, Alisz, was a talented seamstress but with her husband being more than capable of providing for the family, sewing was a hobby rather than a chore. Although sewing gave her a great deal of joy, her first love was her family. She adored being with her children.
Being only children, both Alisz and Adaulfo had always dreamed of having a large family. Their dream had come true. They had five healthy children, blonde haired, blue eyed. Perfect Aryans in Adolf Hitler’s eyes. Klaus, 18, Manfred 17, Elke 15, Inga 13 and Oskar 8. The girls and Oskar attended private school while the two older boys studied Engineering. They all played the violin and with the exception of Oskar, they played very well. Neighbours often praised Adaulfo and Alisz on how polite and well-mannered all five children were.
The family were prominent in the local community. They never hesitated to help people who were less fortunate than themselves.
That was to be their downfall…..
Non-Fiction, Historical, True Life
Laura is a middle aged lady who was born in England.
She has a compassionate nature, a great sense of humor and is a loyal friend. She also has an insatiable love of history.
Growing up, Laura would spend hours with a member of her family who she loved dearly. Over the years she was told the story of how this amazing
lady had suffered at the hands of the Gestapo and German SS.
Laura had always had a strong desire to write. She felt a responsibility to record the story as a part of her family history.