How does a small-town sheriff track a serial killer?With the help of his fake fiancée!Running for reelection, Sheriff Trey Colton needs a bride-to-be by his side. Who better than his best friend, psychologist Aisha Allen? But as they start to play house, a serial killer terrorizes their beloved town—and targets Trey. The fight for survival brings an eye-opening truth for these "pretend" lovers—that love is precious...but death is only a heartbeat away. Views: 298
"Spellbinding" – Shalini's Reviews"Just about perfect" – Smada's Book Smack"Loved. Loved. Loved." – The Book Junkie"Best of the series!" – CS, AmazonAs the Great Scala, Myla Lewis is the only being who can move Purgatory's souls to Heaven or Hell. It's a big job. Too bad Myla goes through assistants faster than a hot knife through brownies. Not that it bothers her much; Myla's always been a solo fighter.Then comes the problem of the fading angels. Millions of Heavenly residents are dying. According to a prophecy, the only way Myla can save them is by traveling back in time, meeting King Arthur, and creating her own knights of the round table. The catch? Doing so might end the after-realms in a bloody demonpocalypse.Yipes.Myla and her main squeeze, Lincoln, aren't afraid of taking a few chances (in between kisses). But this time the stakes may be too high,... Views: 298
Truths will unfold...
What is FOEBA?
Who saved Grace?
How will Brucella's plan unravel?
Find out in A Touch of Truth . . . Views: 298
When Abby McCree suddenly inherits her favorite relative's property in small town Snowberry Creek, Washington, she soon realizes that the ramshackle home comes with strings attached—one of which is tied to a dead body! After a rough divorce, Abby McCree only wants to stitch up her life and move on. But other loose ends appear after her elderly Aunt Sybil passes away, leaving Abby to tend to a rundown estate, complete with a slobbery Mastiff of questionable pedigree and a sexy tenant who growls more than the dog. As Abby gets drawn into a tight-knit quilting guild, she makes a twisted discovery—Aunt Sybil's only known rival is buried in her backyard! Despite what local detectives say, Abby refuses to accept that her beloved aunt had anything to do with the murder. While navigating a busy social calendar and rediscovering the art of quilting, she launches an investigation of her own to clear Aunt Sybil's name and catch the true culprit. The... Views: 297
Time for the bonding had arrived. Dani and the princes spend two days in her bedchamber, bringing down the power of the monarchs.
Once they have become queen and kings, they can finally defend Endor from the Org scourge. In the end, Dani realizes there is more power in peace than in war. How will she heal all the pieces of herself and triumph in the face of pure evil?
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He was the type of man she was warned to stay away from.She never was one to follow the rules.Breathe in. Breathe out.She can handle him.The tension is so thick he can feel it.He can handle her. Truly. Madly. All night long.Nova Leigh has big plans, plans that didn't include Mr. Big and his too sexy for my shirt. No way was she getting involved with an older man who was sexy, rich, and a total asshole of the year. Okay, the last was her opinion, but this was her story, and she was sticking to it.Keifer Sparks doesn't have time for entanglements with a woman who is old enough to be his—younger sister. He isn't willing to say she was young enough to be his daughter, he has a fifteen-year-old who is doing her damndest to turn all his hair grey.From the moment they meet in Sweetheart Colorado, the little town where his wife had grown up, Keifer knew Nova was trouble with a capital T. Since his wife had passed away, he had kept his liaisons with women who didn't want anything more than the pleasure he could give them. One look at Nova and he could tell she wasn't like the others. However, fate had other plans in mind, plans that included a lot more than a one-night stand.Full-length romance set in Sweetheart Colorado with a Happily Ever After made of sizzling moments, laughter, and a few tears. Two people who meet by chance, meant to fall so hard it throws them both for a loop. With a little help from an interfering Nana, a stubborn teen daughter, and town that has deep roots and mountains. From USA Today Bestselling Author Elle BoonWelcome to Sweetheart, Colorado, a brand-new multi-author series all centered around a small mountain town where the men are hot, growly alphas who bring a whole new definition to the word possessive.BIG DEAL SWEETHEART, is coming February 26th and is on PREORDER SALE for only 99 cents (price increases once released) Views: 297
A long-ago act of kindness to a desperate woman changed Dr. Carrie Overton's life forever. Before disappearing, the grateful stranger had given Carrie her newborn son. When the woman is murdered, the secret becomes Carrie's alone. She has kept both it and her son, Sam, safe for sixteen years. But now a friend of Sam's has gone missing. The police believe he's a runaway—until he's found dead. Then another teen disappears, and talk turns to that long-ago murder. Newcomer Gabriel Cain is asking too many questions, befriending Sam, getting too close. Carrie distrusts him even as she finds herself falling for him. But Gabriel has secrets, too…. Is it time for the lying to end?Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Present Day"Go, Sam! Woohoo!" Carrie pumped her fist in the air when her lanky teenage son nailed the soccer ball with the inside of his size-ten foot, sending it like a bullet past the goalie and into the net. He glanced her way, gave her a half smile that didn't reach his eyes, then tapped the yellow band on his arm to remind everyone watching who that goal was for.As she sat down again, Carrie was embarrassed by her outburst. It was inappropriate, given the circumstances.The game continued, and she looked around at the other spectators. Parents and other locals, mostly, lining the bleachers at the edge of an extensive and well-groomed field behind Shadow Falls Central High. School hadn't yet started—even though preseason games and practices had begun for soccer, track and cheerleading.September in Shadow Falls had a definite scent to it, and a distinct feeling to it, as well. You'd know autumn was coming even if you couldn't see or hear a thing. The leaves were beginning to turn, though they were nowhere near their peak just yet. The sun was just as bright as it had been all summer long, but not as hot anymore, and the breeze had a brisk snap that was missing in the summer months. Fall was rolling in. You could feel it, taste it in the air.But there was something besides autumn hanging in the air around Shadow Falls. There was a pall that was hard to miss. A lingering darkness that hadn't let up for five days. It only grew, in fact. Every day that Kyle Becker didn't come home, Shadow Falls got a little grimmer, a little grayer.Even the tourists must know the reason for the town's unusual melancholy mood by now. It was hard to miss, with the Teen Runaway posters stapled to every telephone pole, fence post and unsuspecting maple tree, and the thrice-daily gathering and dispatching of volunteer search parties in front of the old firehouse, just in case something had happened to him, a possibility no one wanted to contemplate too intently.Every player on both soccer teams, the Blackberry Chiefs as well as the Shadow Falls Vikings, wore a yellow armband to show unity in hoping the missing sixteen-year-old would come home soon. Five days. Carrie didn't know what the kid was thinking."Nice boot," someone said nearby.Carrie looked up to see local cop Bryan Kendall, in uniform, sitting four feet to her right. "It was, wasn't it?" she said. "How are you, Bryan?"He shrugged. "Been better.""I imagine you're over your head in wedding plans about now, aren't you? What have you got, six weeks to go?""Just under. But it's not the wedding plans weighing me down. Though I gotta tell you, I'd just as soon elope and get straight to the honeymoon.""I'll bet.""It's this Kyle Becker thing," he said.She nodded, sighing. "The timing couldn't be much worse, could it?""Not much. Tough checking out every stranger in town at the kickoff of leaf-peeper season."She nodded in sympathy as she scanned the bleachers, spotting a few unfamiliar faces among the locals, even here. Not many. The tourists preferred winery tours and foliage photo-ops to high school sporting events. But a few of them had discovered the soccer match and settled in to watch. One in particular caught her eye. He sat a few rows down and off to the left, and he was immersed in a supermarket tabloid with Shadow Falls' latest scandal splashed on its front page.Dead Woman Misidentified for More Than Sixteen Years.Anonymous Source Puts Up Half-Million-Dollar Reward for Her Missing Baby.Carrie closed her eyes, shook her head, wishing the story of her son's birth mother would just go away already. But it was everywhere. And the idiot offering the reward wasn't helping.All those years ago, the dead woman had been identified as one Sarah Quinlan. It was only in the past few weeks that her true identity, Olivia Dupree, had been revealed. That had renewed interest in the case, and the additional information that the dead woman had given birth only weeks prior to her murder had given the story legs.No one in Shadow Falls had known Olivia was pregnant or heard anything about a baby, but now everyone in the U.S. of A. suddenly seemed to be interested in speculating on what had become of it. Especially with the huge reward thrown into the mix.Carrie hadn't known the dead woman's name when her body had been trundled into her hospital's morgue for autopsy. But she'd recognized her face. It had been only six weeks since she'd last seen it, after all. She'd been searching Shadow Falls for the young woman, hoping to get her to sign the adoption papers that would officially make Sam Carrie's own. On that horrible day, she'd realized it would never happen.She alone knew what had become of the murder victim's missing baby. He'd just scored a goal on the soccer field, and he didn't even know he was adopted."You know that guy?" Bryan asked.Carrie blinked and realized that her eyes were still glued to the tourist with the tabloid. He had long, honey and caramel hair, pulled back and held with a black rubber band. He had whiskers, too. Not a beard, exactly. Just a neatly trimmed layer of bristles that was probably supposed to be sexy.Okay, it was sexy. Just not to her.He wore jeans, and a T-shirt with several guitars on the front of it and some words underneath, but she was too far away to read them clearly."Carrie?" Bryan nudged."No, no, I don't know him. I was just thinking he looks like a hippie.""Nah, they usually travel in groups." He was being funny.She wasn't laughing. "So maybe he's a lone hippie. Can't say I approve of his choice of reading material.""He probably doesn't care." Bryan nodded in a direction slightly farther left. "That one's reading the same thing, but since he's wearing a buttoned-up suit, you probably don't find it as offensive."She looked beyond the long-haired man to where Bryan had indicated. Another man sat there, light brown hair in a neat cut that seemed a little too short and too severe for his face. It was a nice face, though. He had a deep tan that stood in sharp contrast to his pale brows and even paler blue eyes, giving him a striking appearance. And his suit was impeccable, not to mention expensive."It's just as offensive. Though I'm more surprised to see an intelligent-looking guy like that reading it.""I think he looks like an Oompa-Loompa."She elbowed Bryan in the rib cage but had to laugh, and it broke a little of the tension. "You're just not used to seeing sun-worshippers at the peak of their color.""The man is orange.""He's not orange. He's deeply tanned. And he looks harmless. The hippie, on the other hand…""Doesn't look the least bit suspicious to me," Bryan said."Never trust a guy in a ponytail," she told him. "If you're still checking out tourists, I'd suggest you move that guy to the top of the list."Bryan rolled his eyes. "I don't seriously think we're looking at a stranger abduction here, Carrie. Do you?""Of course not. Kyle's sixteen. Same as Sam. God, it's hard to believe they're only two years from legal, isn't it?" She sighed. "Anyway, it was a bonehead move on Kyle's part to leave without a word, though… Sammy insists Kyle would never run off without telling him.""You think he's right about that?" Bryan asked.She looked across the soccer field at her son. "You know how kids are at this age—it's all about the drama. And my son's second favorite activity is drama club.""I don't blame him. He kicked ass in 'The Wizard of Oz.'"She smiled, remembering. "He's a natural. I think he could be a professional actor if he wanted to.""I agree. I also think he watches too much CSI.""I hope that's it," Carrie said. "I just don't want to believe child abduction is something that can happen here in Shadow Falls." She watched Bryan's face as she spoke, hoping for some confirmation of her theories.He looked away as he said, "I just wish we'd get a lead on Kyle so we would know one way or the other."Her heart skipped a little. "Bryan, are you saying… are you saying there's a chance Sam's right? That Kyle didn't run away?"He shrugged. "There's no evidence that anything happened to him. Every indication is that he just took it into his head to run off. I just wish he'd call his family and fess up already. It's cruel, putting them through this. They're good people.""I never thought of Kyle as a cruel kid," she said.Bryan averted his eyes. "Yeah, I know. It does seem out of character, and that's what's bothering me about all this."It sounded to Carrie as if Bryan might be rethinking the current popular theory about Kyle's disappearance, and that realization sent a chill up her spine. But before she could question him further, she saw his eyes widen and followed his gaze to the field just in time to witness a teeth-jarring impact between a player and the ground. There was no one near the kid, so obviously no one had hit him. He was clutching his chest, and his mouth was open wide."Gotta go, Bry!" Carrie grabbed her medical bag, always nearby at sporting events, and bounded between spectators to get to the field.The crowd was on its feet but parted to let her through. She wasn't in a panic—this happened on a fairly regular basis, and it was usually nothing. As she cleared the knot of players and parents being held at bay by the coaches and refs, she saw the boy.The kid on his back was Marty Sheffield, and he had a full-blown asthma attack going on. She could tell that his pulse was skyrocketing; his eyes were rolling back already, and his lips were blue."Okay, Marty, easy now. Easy." She yanked an inhaler from her bag. She also kept one in her glove compartment and two at her house. The number of asthmatic tee... Views: 297
Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, must face her greatest fears in this chilling entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.The vampire Wulfe is missing. Since he’s deadly, possibly insane, and his current idea of “fun” is stalking me, some may see it as no great loss. But, warned that his disappearance might bring down the carefully constructed alliances that keep our pack safe, my mate and I must find Wulfe—and hope he’s still alive. As alive as a vampire can be, anyway. But Wulfe isn’t the only one who has disappeared. And now there are bodies, too. Has the Harvester returned to the Tri-Cities, reaping souls with his cursed sickle? Or is he just a character from a B horror movie and our enemy is someone else? The farther I follow Wulfe’s trail, the more twisted—and darker—the path becomes. I need to figure out what’s going on before the next body on the... Views: 297
