Georgette “Gigi” Sidney is a woman on the run. Her ex-boyfriend’s love was controlling, obsessive, and deadly. Now she’s hiding out in Tremont, Montana spending her days as a waitress and her nights in West Anderson’s bed. She ought to be moving on to the next town but her feelings for the handsome detective have complicated her plans. Everything in life has come easily for West Anderson. Until now. Despite the passionate nights he and Gigi have shared she’s constantly talking about leaving town. He knows she has some sort of a secret but so far she hasn’t trusted him enough to reveal it. When Gigi’s past interferes with the present she has to finally tell West the truth…about everything. She needs twenty-four hour protection and he’s just the man for the job. If West has his way there will be no more running, no more excuses, and no more lies. He’s determined to put the past to rest so that he can be her future. All he has to do is catch a madman and keep her alive while doing it. Views: 12
Genre: Contemporary Western Erotic Romance Series: Cowboy Justice Association 3 Never-Before-Released Novellas approximately 25K to 30K each Second chances. Unrequited crushes. Brand new love. Deputy Hank Dixon: When Hank’s estranged wife shows up ready to mend their broken marriage, he has a hard time believing she’s sincere. She’s hurt him badly in the past and he’s not sure he’s ready to let her stomp on his heart all over again. Alyssa has learned from her mistakes and is ready to do whatever it takes to get her husband back. She wants to spend the rest of her life showing Hank that he’ll always come first for her. But this stubborn cowboy cop isn’t going to trust so easily. He wants more time but fate has other plans. When tragedy strikes, can Hank put the past behind him and embrace a future with the woman he loves? Deputy Sam Taylor: Sam’s been alone a long time and that suits him just fine. On a night he plucks a scared woman from a car accident during a snowstorm, he finally realizes he’s been missing out. Tabby is everything he’s ever wanted in a woman. Too bad she’s just passing through town. Tabby’s life is busy and complicated. The last thing she has time for is a sexier than hell cop that makes her weak at the knees just by smiling. She shouldn’t get involved with him but she can’t help herself. He’s just so damn perfect. When it comes time for Tabby to leave, Sam knows she’s changed his life forever. And forever is a long time. Can this handsome deputy convince Tabby that he’s worth changing her life for? Deputy Drake James: Tori Saunders has been in love with Drake forever. At least it feels that way. Now she’s back in her hometown and she’s determined to make the hotter than sin deputy her man. She’s got it all planned. All she needs is a little cooperation from Drake. Drake takes one look at Tori and decides some steamy nights between the sheets sound like just what the doctor ordered. The sexy pastry chef seduces him with her sweet desserts and sweeter curves. Together they really cook in the kitchen. But when Drake finds out that Tori’s planned out their entire lives together right down to the names of their kids, he ends the relationship then and there. It’s not like he’d fallen for Tori. Or thought she was wonderful, and smart, and sexy. Nope, this cop is just fine without Tori Saunders. Except he’s not. Looks like Drake has some work to do to win back the love of his life. Publisher’s warning: This book contains sexy scenes including some hot lovin’ on the kitchen counter, up against a tree, and in front of a roaring fire. Note – While these novellas are part of the Cowboy Justice Association series, the stories stand alone and may be read out of order. For more information, please visit www.OliviaJaymes.com Views: 12
Cookbook author Holly Llewellyn is the last person who should be labeled an "enemy of the state"—or is she? After all, her brother is a missing traitor, and with her ties to the president, the Secret Service isn't taking chances….So they send in agent David Goddard, undercover. But after one glance, David knows Holly isn't just an "assignment"—she's a woman who'll change his life.About the AuthorThe daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a New York Times bestselling author of more than sixty historical and contemporary novels that reflect her love of the West. Raised in Northport, Washington, the self-confessed “barn goddess” now lives in Spokane, Washington. Her most recent New York Times bestsellers include McKettrick’s Choice and Secondhand Bride. Dedicated to helping others, Linda personally finances her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women, awarded annually to women seeking to improve their lot in life through education. More information about Linda, her novels and her scholarships is available at www.lindalaelmiller.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The tall man ran one hand through his dark hair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Despite the heavy woolen overcoat he wore, he was still cold. Swift indigo eyes scanned the first page of the dossier. "So what, Walt?" David Goddard bit out, frowning. "She's the president-elect's third cousin. Since when do third cousins qualify for Secret Service protection?"Walt Zigman made a contemptuous, impatient sound. Apparently, this assignment wasn't exactly dear to his crusty old heart. "It isn't protection, Goddard," he snarled. "Remember that. This is a surveillance project."David sat back in his chair, drawing his right ankle up to rest on his left knee. "Surveillance," he muttered, suppressing an unprofessional urge to fling the file on Holly Llewellyn back into the mess that littered Walt's desk. "That isn't our—""I know, Goddard," Walt interrupted, falling into his own chair and reaching into one ink-stained shirt pocket for a match to light the cigar stub that was always in his mouth. "I know. I tried to give this thing to the Bureau. I even tried the CIA. But they both threw it right back in my lap. Anything connected with the president or his family is our bailiwick—according to them."David breathed a swearword. He was tired and he could still feel the bite of the crisp November wind outside. He wanted to get out of Washington and have Thanksgiving dinner in Arlington with his sister, Chris, and her family. He wanted to spoil her kids and lounge in front of her fireplace. "Okay, Walt. So Ms. Llewellyn is our problem. Why am I the lucky one?"Walt chortled. "Born under the right star, I guess. Come on, Goddard, how bad can it be? You spend a few weeks— maybe a few months—in Spokane. You get the lady to like you. And you make damned sure she's really what she claims to be, and not a courier for that brother of hers."David had the beginnings of a headache. He opened the dossier again, skimming the rundown on Holly Llewellyn. Twenty-seven years old. Blond. Blue-eyed. Five feet, seven inches tall. A one hundred twenty-three pound pain. "What makes you think she's running secrets? It says here she writes cookbooks.""Middle Eastern cookbooks," David's supervisor imparted with dramatic import.David's mouth twisted into a wry grin. "That alone should convict her," he mocked."Dammit, Goddard, keep your sparkling wit to yourself. Can't you see that we've got the makings of a scandal here that would make Watergate seem insignificant?""A scandal?""Yes! How would it look if the new president's cousin turned out to be a traitor? Isn't it bad enough that her brother sold out? She could be cut from the same cloth!"David sighed. "That's unlikely, Walt. It says here that she's written a book about Scandinavian meatballs. Good God, maybe she's spying for the Swedes!""Stow it.""Or the Danes. You've got to watch those Danes, crafty little devils, one and all.""Goddard!""She wrote Fun With Tacos, too, I see," David pressed on dryly. "Do you think she's working for the Mexicans? Holy guacamole, Batman—do you suppose they're planning to rush up here and take back Texas?"Walt was leaning into the desk, his meaty hands braced against the edge, his cigar stub bobbing up and down in outrage. "I'm glad you think this situation is funny, Goddard, but it just so happens that the next president of the United States doesn't agree with you! This little lady happens to have a bona fide, card-carrying traitor for a brother!"David flipped through the rest of the dossier, not so hastily this time. His headache was worse. "Craig Llewellyn," he muttered."You remember him, don't you, Goddard?" Walt gibed, going to stand at the barred window of his dingy little office.Remember? David remembered, all right—how could he help it? Craig Llewellyn's defection had never made the national news, by some miracle, but every federal agent in the country knew the sordid story. "Being Llewellyn's sister doesn't make the lady a security risk, Walt," he pointed out quietly."Maybe not. If she wasn't related to our next president, I wouldn't be worried. If she hadn't just spent two months in Iran, I wouldn't be worried. As it is, I'm damned worried.""You'd think the opposition would have caught on to this before the election…" David speculated, thinking of the outgoing president and the no-holds-barred campaign he had conducted."They didn't," Walt broke in. "I'll expect your first report early next week.""Right." David stood up and stretched. Every muscle in his long frame ached with residual cold. "Is this operation covert, by the way, or do I just knock on Ms. Llewellyn's door and flash my identification?"Clearly, Walt Zigman had a headache, too. "That was a stupid question, Goddard. You've been on White House Detail too damned long. Spent too much time walking the first lady's dog. Of course it's covert!"David shrugged, feeling weary. Maybe Walt was right; maybe he was getting soft. Instead of thinking about this case on every level, a part of him was anticipating a day at Chris's place. The kids would be watching the Macy's parade on TV. The smell of roasting turkey would be everywhere….He reached for the dossier. "Can I take this?"Walt waved impatiently. "Yeah, yeah, that's your copy."David tucked the file under one arm. He supposed it was the forthcoming holiday that was distracting him, stirring up bittersweet memories and half-formed hopes, making him feel far older than his thirty-four years. He tried to imagine Marleen, his ex-wife, roasting turkey or settling a band of freckle-faced rug rats in front of the tube to watch a Thanksgiving parade and couldn't. "You having dinner here, Walt?" he asked, his hand on the doorknob. "Tomorrow, I mean?"Zigman grinned around his cigar stub. "Nope. Going to New York to see my daughter. Happy Thanksgiving, Goddard."David laughed, though he had a bereft feeling inside. He thought of Marleen studying chimpanzees in Borneo and wondered if she remembered that she'd once wanted to raise an entirely different kind of monkey. "I'll call you on Monday.""Right."David stepped out into the wide, familiar hallway, with its lighted paintings and expensively shabby carpeting. In front of the Oval Office, two agents guarded the heavy double doors. He nodded and they nodded back, their faces solemn.Downstairs, David left the White House by a side door, then strode through the snow-dusted parking lot to his car. At one of the high wrought-iron gates, he showed his ID, even though he was going out, not in, even though he knew the young Marines on duty, knew their wives and their kids and their collar sizes.Again he felt lonely. Even quietly desperate. As the White House gate clanked shut behind him, he turned up the car radio in a belated effort to cover the sound.Holly Llewellyn placed the elegantly scripted invitation in the center of the kitchen mantelpiece. Hands tucked into the pockets of her cozy blue jogging jacket, she stood back to admire it."Imagine," said her friend and secretary, Elaine Bateman, from her chair at the cluttered trestle table. "Being invited to the White House! An Inaugural Ball! Good heavens, Holly, what are you going to wear?"Holly's bright, aquamarine eyes danced with mischief and she withdrew her hands from her pockets to push her chin-length blond hair atop her head. "Nothing," she crooned, striking a cheesecake pose."That ought to cause a sensation!"Holly made a face and went back to the printer set up on the end of the trestle table. She began printing out the pages of "Ka-bobs for a Crowd," the initial chapter of her new book. "I meant that I'm not going," she pointed out. "After all, Toby is in school and I've got my classes to teach and this book to finish. These recipes all have to be tested and retested, you know. And there's my newspaper column—""Excuses!" Elaine cried, ignoring the finished manuscript, Soups are Super, that she was supposed to be indexing. "Good Lord, Holly, how many times does a person's cousin get elected president? I can't believe you'd miss a chance like this! Besides, you've got until January."The rhythmic whining of the printer was giving Holly a headache; she closed her eyes and ran her hands down the sides of her trim-fitting jeans. "I'm not going," she repeated sharply.Elaine sighed in a way that made Holly regret her tone of voice. "Okay, Holl. No problem. Listen, tomorrow's Thanksgiving—do you mind if I take this home and work on it there? I've got a turkey to stuff and ceramic pilgrims to set out in strategic places."Holly laughed, able to look at her friend now. "Go," she said. "And leave the manuscript here. It will keep until Monday."Elaine beamed triumphantly, gathering the stack of blue-penciled pages into a neat pile. "You were always a soft touch for ceramic pilgrims," she grinned. "Are you sure you don't want me to work Friday?""Positive."Elaine looked worried now, her wide green eyes watchful. "You and Toby have somewhere to go for Thanksgiving, don't you? I mean, you're not going to sit here and brood or anything, are you?"Holly felt a tender sort of exasperation. "We're spending the day with Skyler's parents, worrywart. Hie thyself home, before that husband of yours tries to stuff the gobbler on his own. Remember last year? He cut himself on the giblets."Elaine laughed. "Roy means well," she said, taking her coat from the antique wall rack beside the back door. Shrugging into it, she tossed her glossy brown hair back over her shoulders. "How was he to know that a partially frozen turkey neck can be lethal?""How indeed?" Holly chuckled, wondering why she felt so sad. Skyler's parents were nice people; she and Toby would both have a good time at their house."Happy, happy," Elaine sang, opening the door to leave and letting in a rush of frigid November air. "See you Monday.""Monday," Holly confirmed, smiling hard. But when her friend was gone, she sat down on the long bench beside the trestle table and sighed.Just then Toby scrambled in from the other ... Views: 11
Outside of Titan Group, there are few people that Roman Hart would die for. He’s a soldier, a protector, and he’s haunted that one of the people he should’ve been able to protect didn’t let him. That was years ago, and now a hardened heart and a cocky attitude are his impenetrable shields, until one woman—one challenge—drives him to distraction. On the outside, Beth Tourne has it all. Luxury car, gorgeous condo, and a job partying with the rich and famous. It’s a plush CIA cover, but she wants more. Anything for an adrenaline rush that can override her guilty numbness and let her forget the tragedy she never saw coming. Their scars make them perfect operatives. Their mirrored pasts give them deep, wounded reasons to stay alone. But the more they ignore the tension, the more vulnerable they become. Survival means trust. In one another, behind closed doors, and on the job. The only way they’re making it out alive is if they find peace while waging a war. Views: 11
It’s all led to this. MyBFC is on the brink of launching and Lauren has to decide if she is willing to leave New York City to make it a reality.
Someone isn’t happy with the choices she’s making. With a violent and invasive stalker tracking her every move, Lauren turns to the only person who she knows can protect her, Damon Kael. Can she resist the power he has over her?
Sparks fly when Landon finally confronts Nick and Parker finally takes it too far.
Will Lauren finally get what she’s been working so hard to achieve? Can she find the inner power she needs to demolish those who stand in her way?
Book 5 is the final installment in the Playing with Power series!
Approximately 43,000 words and intended for a mature audience. Views: 11
"I can't shake the feeling that somebody's watching me."One second Ella Leighton's life was normal—the next, not so much. A social media maven who made her living saving sea turtles, the decision to join a reality TV show was a good one for the cause. But for her...the adjustment wasn't easy.Her publicist used phrases like online personality. An overnight celebrity. Everyone explained that was why she couldn't shake the feeling. But none of their excuses could explain the letters. The pictures. And then her stalker crossed the line, triggering the demand for security.Bishop O'Kane didn't expect to come face-to-face with his ex-girlfriend when Titan sent him on bodyguard duty. The woman he once loved, the same one he walked away from years ago, was now his responsibility. Opposites in every way, they couldn't be more different, but maybe they had never needed each other more... Views: 11
The Only One Ever since Kate Blake’s sister died in a car accident, it’s been just her. Just Kate to keep her family together. Just Kate to live up to her senator father’s expectations and her mother’s idea of perfection. But now, after a painful betrayal by those she loves, she decides it’s time to live for herself and claim what she wants. And what she wants is Sean Harris. The only man she’s ever loved. And her late sister’s husband. But years have passed since Abby’s accident, and both Sean and Kate feel it’s time to move on. Still, when Kate meets the rugged Australian on his home turf, she is surprised by what she finds with Sean—a sense of home and belonging that she’s never known. And the one person who loves her for nothing else except being…just Kate. Views: 11
P.I. SIERRA MARTINDALE COULD HAVE BEEN THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS. BUT LIFE THREW HER ONE HELL OF A CURVE. Her fearless pursuit of the truth made P.I. Sierra Martindale unstoppable -- right up to the day she collapsed in the midst of a dangerous case. After a lifesaving transplant, Sierra found herself with another woman's heart beating in her chest -- and an eerie presence telling Sierra her donor's death was no accident. She owed it to this stranger to solve the dark mystery of what had happened to her. Even if it led Sierra into greater danger than she had ever known -- and into the arms of the haunted stranger who had loved her donor, and lost her. Views: 10
