You thought The Cartel was over, but Diamonds are forever. . . .The Diamond family has survived murder, deceit, and betrayal. Through it all, they’re still standing tall, and a new era has begun. After surviving a failed attempt on her life, Breeze has moved into the queen’s position by Zyir’s side. Zyir has taken over the empire and locked down Miami’s streets. He has the world in his palms, but there is always new blood ready to overthrow the throne. Young Carter has retired and moved away from the madness—that is, until he gets an unexpected visitor at his home. This person shakes up the whole family, causing chaos that threatens to bring down the Cartel for good. New York Times bestselling authors Ashley and JaQuavis deliver the highly anticipated fourth installment of the wildly popular Cartel series.About the AuthorASHLEY & JAQUAVIS are the New York Times bestselling duo responsible for the popular 'Cartel' series. They live in Flint, Michigan, where they are working on future projects. Views: 17
Abandoned by her parents at a young age, Cate Claremont becomes the poor relation of a cruel aunt and a condescending cousin. When she is twelve years old, the ruggedly handsome Harrison Foster defends her from neighborhood girls. Then Harrison leaves, returning her life to its usual dormancy. Eight years later, Cate meets Marcus Watson, the third son of middle class parents. Just like Cate, Marcus yearns for a better life. When Cate receives the gift of a diamond from her estranged parents, she and Marcus decide to marry and use the diamond to fund their own dig in Kimberley, South Africa. Only Cate doesn’t realize that once in the diamond fields, Marcus’ ambition will turn to greed or that she’ll be reunited with Harrison when her husband mysteriously disappears. Soon Cate finds herself torn between forbidden love for Harrison and loyalty to Marcus, and she wishes she’d never seen the diamond that has brought her such misery. Views: 17
Practicing wiccan Regina Moon is starting over in the tiny town of Groves, Arkansas, hoping her New Age shop will succeed despite her friends objections. A ritual-type killing of a local man transforms the quiet little community into 1692 Salem, with all eyes on her, and has the sheriff, Trace Langston not only trying to solve a murder but disbanding a mob of angry townspeople hell-bent on burning her at the stake. In all the upheaval, a cold case, sealed within a circle, is unearthed, and an evil no one knew existed revealed. Views: 17
From the Inside FlapRemy closed his eyes and tried to figure out if he had ever heard a more convoluted line of thinking. He was pretty sure he had--after all, he was a lawyer, he'd heard some seriously inventive arguments. But this...Opening his eyes, he studied her heart-shaped face. Without all that hair, she didn't look so fragile, he realized. Not that she really was, he was coming to realize. A fragile woman would have broken after what had been done to her. No matter what people thought, Hope hadn't broken. She had been forced to bend, to take unimaginable shit and heartbreak. But she hadn't broken. She had to be one of the strongest women he'd ever met. Still, just looking at her flooded him with the most insane urges--the need to protect her. The need to touch her. The need to see her laugh. To smile...at him. And she thought he was here because he wanted her out of town? His town? Like he owned the damned ground it was built on? Shit. "I'm not here because I'm trying to run you out of town," he finally said, when he thought he might be able to say in a somewhat level voice. With that doubt still glinting in her pale green eyes, she jerked one shoulder in a shrug . "Fine. Then whatever you're doing here, would you please just get it done? Please? So you can leave?" Something moved inside him. It might have been anger. Might have been wounded pride. Might have frustration...or all of the above. "Just get it over with?" he repeated, some of his tension edging into his voice. "Yes." She swallowed. "Please." "So polite. Even when you're that pissed off at me. Still so polite," he murmured. "Okay, Hope. I'll get it over with." Then he closed the two feet between them. He wanted to touch her...he wanted it so bad, he hurt with it, ached with it, would have gone to his knees and begged if he thought it would have done any good. Instead, he jammed one hand into a pocket, closed it in a fist. The other, he used the tip of his finger and used it to lift her chin. He had just a second to see her eyes flare wide before he dipped his head and brushed his mouth against hers. Just the lightest brush--hardly enough to even get a taste. Still, that one taste blistered through him, rushed through him, setting his blood to boil. He heard her gasp, felt it...and as her lips parted against his, he wanted, desperately to tease that slight opening with his tongue, see if he couldn't coax her mouth into opening for him, just a little more. Instead, he whispered against her lips, "I've wanted to do that from the first second I laid eyes on you." Then he turned around, and without looking at her again, he left the kitchen. He didn't stop to say anything to Law, didn't stop until he was in his car with the seatbelt fastened. And even, then, he wouldn't let himself look back, wouldn't let himself look and see, if maybe, just maybe, she had come to watch him leave. About the AuthorShiloh Walker is the bestselling author of If You Hear Her, Chains, Fragile, and The Missing. She loves reading and writing anything fantasy and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full-time and lives with her family in the Midwest. Views: 17
Billie Jensen hates liars and cheats. She’s spent her entire life watching her mother forgive the unforgivable with just a few words from a smooth-talking man. So different from her father, Officer Treynor Pandoah seems like everything Bille has ever wanted—quiet, solid, and truthful—until he snuggles up to another woman on Valentine’s Day. Views: 17
