Josie's heated relationship with handsome oil-tycoon Sheikh Jamal Zahid reaches new heights of lust and conflict as the two have finally shared their first kiss. Everything they think they feel about one another is getting put to the test now. Josie is questioning her sanity because she never goes for guys like the sheikh—conceited men who think they can tame her. The sheikh, meanwhile, is questioning his sanity because he could have any woman he wants, yet he wants her—a sarcastic, tough woman who isn't throwing herself at his feet. As passions build, an ex-lover closes in, and Josie feels the steam of Jamal's Arabian touch and exchanges it with her own wild tenacity. The two lovers are coming quickly to a crossroad—the end of Josie's internship at the sheikh's company—and they will face the biggest decision of their lives: to continue their strong-willed ways or to open their stubborn hearts for the sake of love. Views: 70
Engaging and opulent, THE WARSAW CONSPIRACY unfolds as a family saga set against the November Rising (1830-1831), partitioned Poland's daring challenge to the Russian Empire. Brilliantly iIlustrating the psyche of a people determined to reclaim independence in the face of monumental odds, the story portrays two brothers and their fates in love and war. Micha is a seasoned veteran soldier, cautious of the evolving conspiracy; Jozef, his much younger brother and impassioned cadet, finds himself caught up in the vortex of a daring plot to abduct the Grand Duke of Russia. With Siberia or emigration to France looming as heart-rending contingencies, matriarchs Anna and Zofia stay steadfast in their resolve to steer the clan through ever-muddying waters." Views: 70
After a shocking admission by Archer Rhys, Skye Morrison and the rest of The Mausoleum's vampire crew have to deal with the aftermath of Houston business owner and fellow vampire Greyson Mead's murder. A gruesome discovery in Skye's driveway forces her out of her house and temporarily into Archer's lakeside mansion with her co-workers. A Killer is on the loose hell bent on killing vampires. Views: 70
Lara lacks self-discipline but Dexter knows how to give it to her.Lara's life is in a mess, and she needs help to sort it out. But when she hires a personal organiser, she has no idea just how personal his service is going to be.Together, Lara and Dexter work out that she needs that little bit of extra motivation to keep her on track, and the way that motivation is delivered introduces Lara to a world of painful pleasure she has only previously dreamed of. Views: 70
James Asher finds himself once more in alliance with vampire Don Simon Ysidro, as their investigations takes them to far-off Peking . . . October, 1912. James Asher, his wife Lydia, and the old occultist and vampire-hunter Dr Solomon Karlebach have journeyed to the new-born Republic of China to investigate the rumour that the mindless Undead – the Others that even the vampires fear – have begun to multiply in the caverns of the hills west of Peking. Alongside his old vampire partner, Don Simon Ysidro, Asher embarks on a sinister hunt, while somewhere in the city’s cold gray labyrinth lurk the Peking vampires, known as the Magistrates of Hell – with an agenda of their own . . .
Review "This is a lush and delicious read. " ― Publishers Weekly Views: 70
Everyone knew Peter Holland married her cousin for her money. Some were certain he killed her for it. Sarah Woodard is determined to uncover the truth.Hiring herself out as a tutor for Peter's blind son, Sarah suspects the clues lay hidden in her cousin’s missing journals. But her suspicions will either lead her straight to the heart of a doting father… or into the arms of a heartless killer.ReviewAn RT Book Reviews HISTORICAL MYSTERY of the Year NomineeTanya Anne Crosby ventures into new territory with an intriguing Victorian Gothic tale that will have readers swiftly turning the pages. With her talent for spinning engrossing yarns and painting vivid characters and setting, Ms. Crosby will again capture your heart. Readers looking for a traditional Crosby historical will find a wonderful surprise. - RT Book ReviewsA tangy, sensuous historical romance with the added bonus of an excellent suspenseful plot with plenty of curves thrown in to keep the reader guessing and an explosive climactic ending - RendezvousA different but very interesting book. Tanya Anne Crosby has researched issues concerning the blind of the time. The delicate balance between the mystery and the romance works beautifully, as well as the sensuality for which she is noted. - Affaire de CoeurTanya Anne Crosby pens a tale that touches your soul and lives forever in your heart. - Sherrilyn Kenyon #1 NYT Bestselling AuthorTanya Anne Crosby Masters Sensuality. - New York Bestselling Author Arnette LambTanya Anne Crosby writes stories that light the darkest corners of history with the warm, glowing beacon of love. - Nationally Bestselling Author Pamela MorsiAbout the AuthorTanya has written seventeen novels, all of which have graced numerous bestseller lists including the New York Times and USA Today. Best known for stories charged with emotion and humor, and filled with flawed characters, her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She lives with her husband, two dogs and two cats in North Michigan. Views: 70
Having survived a
childhood full of very real monsters, assassin Case Jacobson is now a
master at her profession—a killer in the employment of one of the mob's
most powerful figures. Existing from day to day, with neither home nor
family, Case's life is her job. She completes her assignments with
deadly professionalism—never allowing emotions to get in the way... But
that is about to change.Rebecca Raines has been working for the mob
for three years, slowly making her way up the ranks. Known as Rain to
her mobster bosses, the FBI agent has been taking her time in building
the case she hopes will eventually bring down the whole Carlotti empire.
All the while she's had to do things that have tested her heart and
soul, but her latest promotion will be the toughest one of all.Ordered
to train Rain as an assassin, Case attempts to do so with her usual
detachment, but as Rain slowly chips away at the walls her new teacher
has erected around her heart, Case finds herself dealing with emotions
long buried. Drawn together as if by destiny, the two are soon fully
submerged in a relationship deeper and more passionate than either has
ever known. It's a relationship that will challenge everything they know
about themselves and the world they live in—indeed that will endanger
their very lives, as they soon find themselves spiraling toward an
inevitable confrontation both with the Mafia and the federal government.To
survive and try to protect the one person who's made her feel again,
Case must put into practice her considerable skills as a master
assassin, but can Rain overlook her duties as a federal agent, knowing
that if she does so, she may be turning her back on everything she
believes—but if she doesn't, she could very well be signing a death
warrant for a young woman who's come to mean everything to her. Views: 70
Up close and personal—with her bodyguard!It seems mayor's daughter Miranda Kravitz has scored herself a new and very dreamy bodyguard! Apparently the fireworks between them are scorching, but will this tabloid darling really be willing to give up her newfound taste for freedom—no matter how gorgeous Tyler Brannigan is?Rumor has it Brannigan hates playing by the rules and has used up all his strikes with the NYPD vice squad. So now this cop's paying his dues with a temporary assignment as babysitter. If anyone can keep this Manhattan princess in check, surely it's this tough-guy detective? Hopefully handcuffs won't be necessary!About the AuthorBy the time Trish Wylie reached her late teens, she already loved writing and was telling all of her friends that one day she would be a writer for Harlequin. However, she says it took years of growing and getting her heart broken to be mature enough to write. But many years (and rejections) later, she finally achieved her dream! Trish lives in the beautiful Lakeland border County of Fermanagh in the North of Ireland where and maintains that “everything happens for a reason.” Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Tyler Wasn't the only guy watching her. It was just a shame he didn't want to be there and resented the living hell out of the fact he didn't have a choice.If things had been different he could enjoy the view.Pinpricks of sparkling light swirled over the dance floor as she sashayed sideways and made a sexy rotation of her hips. She had a body made for sin: tall, slender, with full breasts and flawless, sun-kissed skin. Raising bared arms above her head lifted the hem of her silver minidress, exposing several more inches of delectably long legs encased in white platform-heeled knee-high boots. Add the sleek bob of a snowy wig, which covered her trademark hair, to darkly made-up eyes and ruby-red lips and she would make a fortune dancing on a dais.When she bent her knees and shimmied downwards—rising with an effortlessly fluid curve of her spine—he didn't have difficulty picturing her with a spotlight following her every move. Judging by the fun she'd had fending off potential dance partners she would probably get a kick out of it. But despite her obvious comfort in the centre of so much male attention she stood out of the writhing mass of humanity too much for his liking. She was lucky no one had recognized her and if there was one thing Tyler knew, it was luck had a tendency to run out. Even for the Irish.Without warning her gaze collided into his with a pinpoint accuracy, which made it feel as if she'd known he was there all along. The impact created a sudden flare of heat in his body, like a spark igniting a fuse. Refusing to accept it was anything but the natural biological reaction of red-blooded male to hot female, he held his ground and waited to see what she would do next.Rolling her shoulders and hips, she ran the tip of her tongue over glossy lips and smiled a slow, sensual smile. The silent come-on might have summoned him to the dance floor if he'd ever danced a day in his life. But even if he had he wasn't the kind of guy who came running when a woman crooked an invisible finger. If she wanted to come talk to him she could slide on over. A corner of his mouth lifted.He was willing to bet she'd be pleased as punch when she found out who she'd been flirting with.When something was yelled in her ear by her friend she laughed and turned away. A moment later she flashed another smile over her shoulder and swayed, drawing his gaze to the curve of her rear.Tyler dragged his gaze away. It didn't take a genius to work out she was going to be trouble. He'd known that before he laid eyes on her.Lifting the beer bottle in his hand, he took a long pull and frowned at the label in disgust as he swallowed. Light anything had never been his style; when associated with the word beer it was just all kinds of wrong.As he experienced a visceral demand from his body to watch her again he forced his gaze elsewhere. Even if he was officially on the clock he wasn't paid to watch her every move. He had to focus on his surroundings; survey the room for potential threats and monitor the crowd. Being attracted to her was a problem he didn't need, especially when it felt as if they'd been tumbling down on him like boulders after a landslide of late.He missed the days when he had more control over his life. How had it got so screwed up?When it came to why he was standing there the path was easy to track. A guy had a friendly word of warning for one low life too many and suddenly the brass were tossing around phrases like 'desk duty' and 'temporary leave of absence.' Granted, the fact he was unrepentant probably had something to do with it, but what he still didn't get was why his punishment involved babysitting.Despite his ability to provide what she was looking for, he had better things to do with his time than spend it reining in an entitled rich kid in search of a few thrills to liven up her—A familiar face caught his gaze as the music changed to a faster beat and raised an enthusiastic cheer from the crowd. Immediately on alert, Tyler swiftly scanned the rest of the room, targeting two more likely subjects before he hit another face he recognized.He had to get her out of there.Setting the bottle down on the nearest table, he looked at the dance floor and frowned when he discovered she wasn't there. Gripping the brass railing in front of him, he played a short game of Where's Waldo? before locating her on her way to the bar with her friend. After checking the nearest exit point, he headed straight for her.He was two steps away when the music stopped and voices yelled out, 'NYPD. Everyone stay where you are!'With her focus on what was happening on the other side of the room, she jumped in surprise as he grabbed her hand. Her eyes widened when she looked up at him. 'What—?''This way.'She tugged against his hold as he dragged her towards the exit. 'Let me go!''You want to get arrested?' 'No, but—''Then follow my lead.'Hauling open the door, he stepped them into a dimly lit hallway and looked from side to side. A lightning-fast inventory revealed restrooms, a payphone, steps to what Tyler assumed was a basement on their left and enough banging from the right to indicate they were about to have company. The basement was the most viable option if it had a loading bay that opened onto the sidewalk, but before he could check he heard a crash. Out of time and in need of a distraction, he backed her into the wall and smashed his lips against hers.Big mistake.The fuse she'd lit from the dance floor set off the equivalent of an explosive charge. Plumes of fire engulfed him, incinerating rational thought as the invitation of her parted lips was met with the instinctual thrust of his tongue. Need pulsed through his body as an appreciative moan vibrated in her throat. His hand gripped her hip and slid lower. In response she lifted her leg off the ground and hooked it around the back of his knee, allowing him to cradle a silky thigh and lift it higher.It didn't matter if they were seconds away from being discovered in a highly compromised position. If anything it immediately turned his thoughts to the position his body desperately wanted to be in—his imagination adding fuel to the fire with the suggestion her underwear was as sexy as her dress. Or, better still, non-existent.'You seeing this?' a voice asked.'Hey! Break it up over there,' another voice demanded.Wrenching his mouth free, Tyler hauled in much needed air before squinting at the beams of light aimed their way. Allowing the leg he was holding to lower to the floor he took a step forwards to block her body with his.'Stay right where you are, buddy,' the first voice said in warning.Recognizing who it was, Tyler raised his arms at his sides, palms forwards, and waited for the penny to drop with the heavily armed cop. Since silently willing the younger man not to do anything stupid was pointless when saying the words out loud had never had any effect, he added an almost imperceptible shake of his head. When the torch nodded a little he assumed the point had been made and lowered his arms. But when it moved in an attempt to see who was behind him Tyler frowned. 'Problem, Officer?''You know there's a raid going on next door?''Can't say I'd noticed…''We can guess why.' The cop cleared his throat before asking, 'Do we need to search you two for narcotics?'Funny guy. 'What we're high on doesn't have anything to do with drugs.' Tyler smirked.A fine-boned hand snaked around his arm and flattened on his chest. 'Can we get arrested for not being able to keep our hands off each other?' the woman behind him asked in a passable, not to mention sultry Southern accent.Tyler made a note of the fact it obviously wasn't the first time she'd acted her way out of a tricky situation. 'If we can I'm willing to do the time.' He glanced over his shoulder. 'How about you?''Are there co-ed jails in the state of New York?' She chuckled throatily, the sound strumming across the taut strings of his libido. 'Just think how much fun we could have sharing a room.'When she gently caught his ear lobe between her teeth and touched it with the wet tip of her tongue, he felt the impact of the contact all the way to his toes.'Getting a room somewhere sounds like a plan to me,' the officer in front of them said before he lowered his torch. 'Get outta here before I change my mind.'Grasping hold of the hand on his chest, Tyler headed down the hall and through the busted door. As they entered an alley bathed in flashing red and blue lights one of the cops by a line of vehicles lowered his hand from the radio on his shoulder and waved them through. If he'd been her, he would have had questions about the ease of their escape, but apparently she was too busy jogging on her platform heels to keep up with his determined stride to ask.'My friend—''Unless she's carrying drugs she'll be fine.'When she tripped he simply tugged on her hand and kept walking, the anger he felt directed as much at himself as her. He could still taste her on his lips: a combination of strawberries, spice and liberation. He couldn't remember a time he'd wanted a woman so badly he would have risked everything for a brief moment of mutual release. What he could remember were the days when his timing—not to mention his judgment—had been better.'Where are we going?' she asked a little breathlessly as they rounded a corner onto a wide street where they stood a better chance of finding a cab.If she'd been any other woman who reacted the way she had when he kissed her, they'd be headed straight for his place. But he couldn't use her to make him feel good for a few hours even if he made certain she felt the same... Views: 70
Austin, eager to prove himself and win a sports trophy like his older brothers, joins a local cycling club and enters a Tour de France-style bike race. Not only does he have to find a bike, train, and learn the course, but he also has to deal with a bully who wants him out of the club. For Austin, it feels like a race just to get to the starting line! Views: 70
Filled with more than 200 stories and packed with photos, The Baseball Hall of Shame: The Best of Blooperstown is the most hilarious homage to the national pastime ever assembled, and a fitting testament to the Hall's motto: "Fame and shame are part of the game." Views: 70
