THE PROPOSAL SHE COULDN'T REFUSETexas tycoon Colin Wynne had wanted Jill Baron for two long years. So when she came to him for help, he made her a deal: in exchange for a small piece of land, Colin would transform Jill into a femme fatale guaranteed to nab the man of her dreams.But Colin had no intention of teaching her the ropes and then sending her into the arms of another man. His "lessons" were all about making Jill fall in love with him—and it was obviously working. Because before long, Colin knew his job as her teacher was finished—but his job as her husband was only beginning. Views: 19
Samantha Mallone is a smart, beautiful redhead who is oblivious of the magnificent affect she has on her charismatic boss...International billionaires don't lie to get a woman, but Demosthenis Laki does just that to lure his assistant to Greece.Unaware of her employer's true motivations, Samantha eagerly prepares for a summer in the Mediterranean when her psychotic ex calls and threatens her, prompting Mr. Lakis to arrange for her to leave New York immediately.Abroad, Mr. Lakis changes the ground rules. They're in Greece where formalities are foreign. Samantha becomes Sammy, and Mr. Lakis becomes Demo. Sexual tension burns as the big-eyed Sammy tours the ancient ruins on Demo's arm and discovers his intent to show her there is more to their relationship than business.Proving to be unlike other men from Sammy's past, Demo puts their passionate summer deal to the test of a lifetime... Views: 19
TV producer Rand Jennings solves two problems—his boss-from-hell, Marcy, and his overachieving dad—when he sees a way to mess with Marcy's reality TV show, The Fishbowl. It'll drive Marcy crazy if he selects genuinely talented "Fish" who'll treat the game as more than trash-talking in skimpy swimwear. At the end of the season, Rand will have written a winning screenplay he'll pitch as "The Devil Wears Prada gets Gaslighted." He casts his first ringer, a confident bartender from South Philadelphia, not realizing that Lissa-the-bartender is actually her twin, Libby-the-law-student. When Libby's summer law job evaporates in the bad economy, and a certain cute producer kisses her, she agrees to spend the summer locked in a stage set decorated like a fish tank. As their relationship deepens despite the show, Libby's lies and Rand's deceptions threaten any chance they have to be a real couple. Set against the humorous backdrop of a tasteless reality TV show, Love in Reality (Book 1 of Magdalen Braden's Blackjack Quartet) is the sexy story of how falling in love forces Rand and Libby to be honest with themselves and each other. Views: 19
Reece McBride left the south after the war with nothing but
ashes and memories. He's built himself a new world around the credo, "Never care
deeply about anything you can't bear to lose it." He didn't reckon on a lady
journalist digging into his affairs or his past. Emma Parker is a journalist,
and a journalist fights for the truth. And no sweet talking scoundrel is going
to make her compromise her principles. Emma's determined quest for the salvation
of Reece's soul is matched only by Reece's painful struggle to be the man Emma
believes him to be. "... a powerful story of love and grief. It brings to
life the horrors that war veterans face, and particularly those veterans of the
civil war. The narrative was smooth and did much to move the story forward. The
dialogue, while not prolific, was well done and believable. The characters were
well drawn and sympathetic. A must-read for fans of historical western romance.
While the Civil War is a part of the internal conflict both protagonists face,
it is in an historical perspective. I recommend Unforgiven for a fast, well-told
story of love and redemption."--Romance Communications "... an intense
and thoroughly enjoyable read ... well-plotted and well written. Reece and Emma
are well-matched. The minor characters are well-developed and add to the story.
The conflict between Reece and Emma meshes with the external plot and brings the
story to a conclusion that satisfies and is absolutely right. 5 Stars and
Reviewers Choice!"--Scribes World Reviews
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"A breathtaking Western romance."—Romance Reviews on Texas PrideIn The Wrong Place...Roberta didn't mean to hurt anyone. But the night the masked bandits raided her ranch, it was hard to tell friend from foe. She didn't know Nate Dolan was only trying to help when she shot him in the chest. And when he offers to help her catch the culprits, she only feels guiltier. The absolute least she can do is nurse the rugged cowboy back to health...With All The Right MovesNate has been on the vengeance trail so long, he nearly forgot what a real home looked like. And Roberta is mighty fine incentive to stay put for a while — even if she has a stubborn streak as wide as the great state of Texas. She might be convinced she's healing the wound in his chest, but neither of them known she's also soothing the hurt in his heart. "Entertaining high-stakes adventure."—Booklist on Texas PrideReview"Readers will enjoy the battle of wits between these two stubborn protagonists. 4 Stars" - RT Book Reviews"Rip-roaring, fast-paced high adventure... a delicious romance. " - Historical Hilarity" Greenwood keeps your interest and makes you care about his characters. " - Long and Short ReviewsExcerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter OneRoberta Tryon wasn't sure what woke her. It wasn't a sound so much as a feeling there was a sound she ought to have heard. Yet the night was still, soundless-so quiet she could hear her father's snoring at the other end of the house. She attempted to go back to sleep. She turned on her left side, but it wasn't long before she shifted to her right. Instead of feeling sleepy, it made her more awake. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling something was wrong.In frustration, she got out of bed and looked out the window. The night was overcast with clouds hiding the crescent moon. She could barely make out the silhouette of the trees that grew alongside the creek that flowed through their farm, the creek that carried water the ranchers depended on. Some distance away-too far for the sound to carry-water tumbled over the dam her father had built. After the ranchers blew up the first one, her father retaliated by building an even bigger one.She hated the strain between ranchers and anyone who attempted to farm more than an acre of ground. The ranchers admired someone like Nate Dolan, a handsome young man rich enough to buy the largest ranch in the county, yet filled with such hatred he spent most of his time searching for the man he said was responsible for his brother's death. It was no secret that Nate intended to kill Laveau diViere if he could. Apparently he didn't care that meant he'd hang. Stupid. Idiotic. Typically Texan.But she didn't want to think about Nate Dolan, the dam, the farm, or the ranchers. She was tired and needed to sleep. She turned back and crawled into bed. She'd hardly adjusted the blankets when her father stuck his head through the doorway."There's somebody outside," he whispered.She threw back the covers and slid her feet into her slippers. "What are they doing?""I don't know, but I expect it's one of those fool ranchers nosing around to see what damage he can do. I'm going to put a stop to it. Stay here."She wanted to go with him, but she'd never used a rifle, shotgun, or pistol. And no Texan who called himself a man paid any attention to a woman."Don't light the lamp," her father warned when she followed him to the kitchen. "I don't want them to know I'm on to 'em."A premonition of danger gripped Roberta. "Don't go." A light flickering through the window warned of something else. "I think they've set fire to the barn."Muttering a string of curses, her father strapped on a holster carrying a single pistol. Then he grabbed his shotgun from the shelf and stuffed the pockets of his robe with shells. "I'll teach the sons of bitches to try to burn my barn," he swore.Deaf to all her pleas that he stay in the house, he disappeared through the doorway.She had never felt so helpless in her life. She had spent her first fourteen years in Virginia, where people didn't blow up dams or consider slinging on a gun an essential part of getting dressed. Shotguns in Virginia were used for birds and squirrels, rifles for deer and wild hogs. Horses pulled wagons. Cows were docile and milked twice a day. Men came home for supper rather than spend their evenings drinking and gambling. Women cooked and cared for their families. They didn't ride horses or use firearms. Even after five years in her new home, Texas was an alien universe.Two shots in quick succession changed the direction of her thoughts. She rushed to the window, but the cloud cover was so heavy she couldn't see her father or anyone else. After trying a second window without success, she ran to the door and wrenched it open.The blackness of night closed around her like a blanket thrown over her head. Shouts, occasional gunfire, and the grunts of horses came at her out of the murky shadows. Fear followed quickly on their heels. She heard her father calling the invaders cowards, bastards, scum of the earth. Blasts from his shotgun accompanied his insults. The bark of answering rifles was accompanied by curses that amazed Roberta by their variety and inventiveness.The fire blazed higher. She could see silhouettes of several hooded figures stoking the flames until they engulfed the whole side of the barn. Others rode their horses through her father's fields, destroying the crops. Her father barreled forward into this melee, a feeble force against so many. She called him to come back but had no expectation he could hear her, or that he would heed her if he did. He thrived on opposition. It didn't matter that he was badly outnumbered. That only made him more determined.Unable to stand around doing nothing, Roberta went inside and straight for the rifle her father had hung on pegs in the wall. She'd never handled a rifle before, but all she had to do was pull the trigger. Even a useless female could manage that.Yet after she'd returned to the doorway, she couldn't decide what to do. Even if she could overcome her natural repugnance at the thought of killing anyone, the men at the barn and in the fields were too far away. Shooting at them would mostly likely draw fire in her direction. Still, she couldn't go back in the house. She couldn't just watch, while everything her father had built during the last five years was destroyed.Deciding to stand alongside him, she headed toward the spot where he'd plunged into a potato field. She was only halfway there when she heard a howl of pain."You damned son of a bitch!" someone shouted. "You shot me."He sounded surprised. Surely he couldn't have thought her father would fire into the air in a futile attempt to scare him off. Not even a Texas cowboy could be that dumb!There was just enough light for her to see the man take a shot at her father. It missed. The rider cursed and fired another shot that missed."Get back doing what you're supposed to do."The raspy voice-clearly in the habit of giving commands-sounded vaguely familiar. Roberta looked around to see where it had come from, but it was too dark, there were too many people, and everyone was in constant motion. She turned back to find her father running toward the barn. A break in clouds allowed enough light for her to see that several hooded riders had trampled much of the field. She was tempted to shoot the first person she got close to.A lasso spun out of the darkness and settled over her father. A second lasso pinned his arms to his sides. Keeping her father immobile between them, the riders forced him to watch as they drove his livestock from the barn. Driven by their inherent fear of fire, the mules quickly disappeared into the night, but the pigs milled around senselessly, allowing the hooded figures to make a game of shooting at them. Fortunately, someone opened the gate to their pen, and the survivors of the massacre fled into the night. The squeals of the wounded animals formed a piteous backdrop to the attack. Despite her rage at the brutal shooting of helpless animals, Roberta was relieved when the last wounded pig was put out of its misery. Intent on further destruction, a rider pulled down the chicken coop, sending the squawking hens flapping into the darkness. Her father could do nothing but watch helplessly as five years of work was systematically devastated.A hooded rider who had watched until now rode up to one of the men holding a lasso. At a signal, both riders let their ropes go slack. At that moment, the late arrival drew his gun and shot her father in the chest. Then he calmly turned and rode away as her father staggered a few steps before slumping to the ground.For a moment, Roberta's mind went blank. When she next became aware of her surroundings, she was bending over her father, calling his name, begging someone to help get him to a doctor. But there was no one left to hear her.Ripping a strip from her nightgown, Roberta struggled to stanch the flow of blood, but the bullet had pierced her father's lung. When he tried to speak, he choked on his own blood. She could do nothing but cradle him while, bathed by her tears, he died in her arms.Driven beyond reason by the horrific events, she reached for the gun in her father's holster. Whirling around at the sound of an approaching horse, she didn't care that the man wasn't wearing a mask, or that he was coming from the direction of town. Blinded by tears and in the grip of helpless rage, she fired in his direction. Certain she had missed, and beyond caring if she had, she flung the gun aside, and covered her father's body with her own.Roberta didn't know how long she lay there before the shock began to wear off. At first she was aware only of the silence. After the horror of the last minutes, it seemed enormous, unending, as though she was the only person left on earth. Gradually a mixture of sounds penetrated her consciousness. Voices. Hooves. Wagons. Running footsteps. They must have seen the fire from town."Grab a bucket," someone shouted. "There's a water tank behind the barn."Roberta knew there weren't enough buckets and not enough water to put out the fire.More and more people arrived, all moving around her, shouting instructions, asking questions, wondering who had led the attack and why. The thunder of an explosion in the distance brought the activity to a halt."Clear out!" a man shouted. "They just blew up the dam."Someone took hold of Roberta's shoulder and tried to lift her to her feet, but she clung to her father's body."You've got to move," a gentle female voice urged. "People say there's a lot of water behind that dam."Roberta knew there was no need to panic. A relatively small hole in the middle would achieve the same effect as blowing up the whole dam, and it wouldn't endanger anyone. Still, she allowed herself to be brought to her feet. She was too grief-stricken to pay attention to the arms that enveloped her or to attempt to identify the men who carried her father's body toward the house."Lay him in his bed."Roberta recognized the voice of Boone Riggins, a man who asked her to ma... Views: 19
FUTURE SPOILS The human will to survive has sharpened to a knife edge after a century of postnuclear madness. In a lawless land where firepower and savagery rule, power lies with the barons and coldhearts who wield control through terror. Against all odds, a courageous few still fight for something better to live by - honor, decency and hope. CHILL FACTOR Emerging relatively unscathed from the apocalyptic rebirth of North America, Canada hides a trove of Cold War-era secret government installations known as Diefenbunkers, filled with caches of weapons, wags and food. Ryan Cawdor and his companions agree to ride sec for a convoy headed west across the remnants of the old Trans-Canada Highway to retrieve the ultimate prize: four portable nuclear reactors. It's enough power to light up a ville for years, a bright beacon for a new tomorrow. But they have death on their tail, a baron and his sec men who will stop at nothing to claim the prize as their own. In the Deathlands, the road to hell is a one-way ride... Views: 19
Who would have known a simple weekend vacation to the resort in the Catskill Mountains would end up being smack dab in the middle of the revolutionary war? Carl and Beth never thought such a thing could happen until they stepped outside the side door of their little get-away cottage to find nothing but wilderness and nothing around but the wild life. They search for help only to find soldiers, and Indians. Can they ever get back to the present? Or will they be forced to live among the settlers for the rest of their lives? Views: 19
Maggie's hatred for the English is fierce. Their king took her father, older brothers, and betrothed away to fight in a foolish battle in the Crusades. As if what the English king has done isn't already bad enough, a small English army attacks her home in the highlands. Grimly determined, she and the remaining members of her clan fight them off and save Urquhart. But she is weary of battling and longs for the return of her loved ones. Instead another group of English soldiers arrive and deliver a complicated message that turns her life forever upside down. Nicholas Neville, Lord of Middleham, is leading his men home from Tunis. Battle weary and saddened at the loss of so many friends, he wishes he had never followed his king to the Crusades. He wants nothing more than to make their way home to England. Yet he must stop at Urquhart and deliver the news that the Durwood chieftain, his sons, and his daughter's betrothed died in the battle. As if that isn't difficult enough, he must also inform Maggie Durwood that she is now his ward and must come with him. Before he can even deliver his messages, Maggie attempts to keep him and his men from her castle. She dares to shoot him in the leg with her arrow, foolishly risking the outraged retaliation of his soldiers. From that moment on, he knows the two of them will butt heads. She will not dissuade him from his duty of dragging her all the way to England and of finding her a new betrothed. His has not survived the Crusade to be brought down by a strong-willed Scottish lass. Views: 19
Young widow Louise Pearlie seizes a chance to escape the typewriters and files of the Office of Strategic Services, the US's World War II spy agency, when she's asked to investigate a puzzling postcard referred to OSS by the US Censor. She and a colleague, Collins, head off to St. Leonard, Maryland, to talk to the postcard's recipient, one Leroy Martin. But what seemed like a straightforward mission to Louise soon becomes complicated.Leroy and his wife, Anne, refuse to talk, but as Louise and Gray investigate, it soon becomes clear that Leroy is mixed up in something illegal. But what? Louise is determined to find out the truth, whatever the cost . . . Views: 19
The similarities between Jenna and Rita were uncanny. They looked and acted exactly alike. Each was experiencing the thrill of first love. Each was empowered with a gift of the supernatural. And each harbored dark secrets. Jenna and Rita could have been sisters. Except for one thing . . . Rita was murdered over a century ago.Out of the yellowed pages of her diary, Rita's frightening legacy is reborn. But the more Jenna reads of Rita's spellbinding past—of murder, deception, and sinister experiments—the more she fears her own future. Because Rita's history is repeating itself, moment by horrifying moment. And Jenna has to live it. Views: 19
Product DescriptionSECOND IN THE EXCLUSIVE E-BOOK TRILOGYby the author of the Dark Sword and Dark Warrior novelsDONNA GRANTNIGHT’S AWAKENINGA Dark King StoryFueled by dragon magic, the dark immortal warriors were never meant to feel human desire, much less fall in love. But when Guy, a member of an ancient order of shape-shifting warriors, meets Elena Griffin—a mere mortal whose beauty and blind ambition shakes him to his core—all bets are off… Having left America to explore the Scottish Highlands, Elena suddenly finds herself lost in a dark cave—alone, injured, and utterly hopeless…until Guy appears from out of nowhere. Is she dreaming her own rescue when she falls into his arms? A man—and a passion—this strong is too good to be true. It’s only a matter a time before she learns the truth about the flames in his heart. And the dragon in his soul… Don’t miss the Dark Sword and Dark Warrior novels by Donna Grant—also set in this scintillating world of Highland magic and legendary lovers. Views: 19
