Texas, is as warm and welcoming as it sounds. But even in a small
town, when it comes to love, sometimes you’ve got to take the
bitter with the sweet . . .
Carmen Frost hates
honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which
practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is
that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is
the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her
dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a
divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but
in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as
Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of
eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .
Sully Hart has had
enough of the nomad lifestyle. Travelling with his father’s
carnival gave him adventures, but it cost him much more. Now he’s
home to stay, contracted to create an entertainment complex in
Charmed. He wants roots, a house with a yard and all the mundane
pleasures that go with it. But the girl he loved has become a woman
who still wants freedom. Can she still want him? It seems he and
Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute—and on each other’s
lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .
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Amanda fought her
attacker with all her might, ineffectually flailing away at him with both
fists. Then, realizing her nails and teeth were better weapons, she raked his
neck even as she bit down hard and got a mouth filled with the taste of her attacker’s
leather glove for her trouble. She struggled to free herself from his solid,
muscular body pinning hers to the ground by straddling her. She went completely
still, hoping to surprise him, but he hauled her to her feet, leaving her hat
in the dirt and her hair falling free of the pins she’d used to hide it under
the crown of the Stetson.
She took some
pride in the realization that she’d put up enough of a fight to leave the man
breathless. On the other hand, he was practically “Amanda?” Seth Grover was
breathing hard and staring down at her, one hand touching her breasts, which
were heaving noticeably after the exertion of the fight.
Mr. Grover,” she demanded as she planted both hands flat on the solid wall of
his chest and shoved him away. He let go, but the sound of fabric ripping told
her he’d taken the top couple of buttons of the shirt with him. When she saw
his eyes riveted on her exposed skin, she covered herself with crossed hands
and felt heat race through her body. “Well?” she hissed, aware that they were
standing outside and anyone might pass by or hear them.
“I thought…are you
following me, Amanda?”
“Do not flatter
yourself, Seth. Miss Jensen might keep tabs on you, but your comings and goings
are of no interest to me whatsoever.” She dusted off the seat of her pants,
then realized she’d once again exposed herself to him by letting go of her
shirt front. “A gentleman would avert his eyes,” she said, “or at the very
least offer a lady the cover of his coat.”
He chuckled. “Have
to say I’m not much a gentleman, ma’am, but if you’re feeling a chill…” He
shrugged out of his coat and draped it over her shoulders, allowing his hands
to linger there until she stepped out of reach.
“Thank you.” She
bent to retrieve her hat and slapped it against her thigh as she’d seen her
father, brothers and the cowboys at the ranch do more times than she could
count. The gesture made her feel tougher and taller at the same time. She shook
her hair back from her face and planted on the hat, tugging at the brim until
the fit was snug. “I’ll leave your coat outside your room. Good evening, Seth.”
“I’ll walk you
back.” He fell into step beside her. “Shall we take the street or the alley?”
He was mocking
her. She remained silent but picked up the pace.
“Oh, then we’re
going to race back?” He matched her step for step, an easy feat given his long
“Will you please…”
He took hold of
her arm, forcing her to stop walking. “I am not leaving you alone, Amanda. You
shouldn’t be out at this time of night.” His tone bordered on patronizing. He
sounded like her brother Jess, and that irritated her.
“Why do you care?”
she snapped and meant it to be a challenge, but found that she really wanted to
him to tell her. “You hardly know me.”
He was still
holding her upper arm. She could feel the heat of his fingers through the coat
and realized that he’d removed the leather gloves. While she processed this
thought, he led her to a small lane that passed between the pharmacy and the
milliner’s shop. There he took hold of her other arm and pulled her closer.
She was sure he
planned to kiss her. She was also sure that she had never wanted anything in
her life quite as much as she wanted to find out what kissing Seth Grover might
be like. Here at last was the true adventure she’d come to Tucson to find.
“Listen to me,
Amanda. You’re looking for trouble, and I won’t always be around to make sure
you don’t find it, so fair warning. You need to stop these midnight wanderings.
You need to stop getting yourself dressed up to look like a boy. You need to…”
So, kissing her
was clearly the last thing on his mind.
herself free of his hold. Not that he fought to hold on. “I can take care of
myself,” she muttered as she massaged her arms, wanting him to believe he had
hurt her when in fact his touch had been firm but gentle.
snapped, and started to walk away.
He caught her
hand, and then before she knew what was happening she was pressed up against
the side of the building by the length of his body. He had his other hand over
her mouth again—this time without his glove. His skin smelled like leather,
though. She struggled and he tightened his hold on her. His face was so close
she could feel his breath, hot against her cheeks.
“Wake up, Amanda.
You are no longer residing on your family’s ranch where no doubt you had others
looking out for you. You are alone here in Tucson, and you need to take
Amanda had no idea
what came over her. Maybe she just wanted him to stop telling her what she
already knew. She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him.
author ANNA SCHMIDT delights in
creating stories where her characters must wrestle with the challenges of their
times. Critics have consistently praised Schmidt for her ability to seamlessly
integrate actual events with her fictional characters to produce strong tales
of hope and love in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. She resides
like me?’ Is that how you see me, Amanda? As someone people should fear?”
don’t know what to think,” she said. “One minute you seem so dangerous, and the
next you’re sweet and caring and…”
He took a step closer, his eyes sweeping her face. “And which do you want me to
be?” His voice was low; it sent shivers down her spine.
she whispered, and lifted her face for a kiss.
Porterfield longs to experience real adventure. So when she’s offered a
position in bustling Tucson, she leaps at the chance despite unknown
dangers—dangers like the mysterious Seth Grover.
an undercover detective working to stop a gang of outlaws, Seth can’t afford
the distractions a woman like Amanda inspires. Yet when the fiercely
intelligent beauty is thrust into the middle of a heist gone wrong, Seth will
fight for a future that may never be theirs…even if it means risking everything
he holds dear.
Title: Adeline Series: Lady Archer’s Creed #3 Author: Christina McKnight Genre: Historical Romance Romance Release Date: August 29, 2017
Blurb: A love of archery brings four
young girls together to form The Lady Archer’s Creed. Through their mutual love
of the sport, they solidify an unbreakable bond, and each woman has a unique
quality that adds to their dynamic friendship:
Lady Archer’s Creed Series (Book One)
with her sharp mind and love of academics becomes the perfect archery coach.
Despite being the last to join their group, and the obvious outcast, she will
risk her future for her friends.
Lady Archer’s Creed Series (Book Two)
makes the perfect financier. The forgotten daughter of a wealthy duke, she
seeks to belong to something—or someone—by any means necessary.
Lady Archer’s Creed Series (Book Three)
is a natural leader. Having grown up in a large and often spirited family, she
now allows no one to place her in the shadows.
Lady Archer’s Creed Series (Book Four)
Josephine, having a sweet and impressionable nature, strives to please
everyone—and keep their bond intact, even after they return to London for the
Georgie, Theo, and Josie live each day by the Lady Archer’s Creed, which they
developed during their school days at Miss Emmeline’s School of Education and
Decorum for Ladies of Outstanding Quality. “Friendship, loyalty, and honor above
all” is their mantra. Now, as they face the challenges that come with
adulthood, the creed is more important than ever.
Christina McKnight is a book
lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her
own stories. She’s been writing ever since.
enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots
of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found
writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.
dark contemporary romance follows PRELOAD, quickly ascending the charts as the
most explosive rock band of their generation. But fame has done little to
overcome the traumas of their past. Traumas that have the power to decimate the
band, and themselves, unless love can heal them first.
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Jordan Steele’s life began when he was
ten. When he was taken from his parents and a house that was never a home. When
he met his brothers, the other lost and abandoned boys in his group home. When
he learned what friendship and family and love looked like.
Now he’s made good, touring the world with
the band he and his brothers formed in that crowded group home. No one but his
found family really knows the man under the fame and fortune, the scars he
hides behind the rockstar lifestyle. Until he sees her through the windows of
the National Ballet, dancing, and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so dark.
Aleksandra Artemov ticks all the ballet
boxes. Father a legendary Kirov dancer. Check. Prepping since birth for
classical ballet. Check. Compulsive control over the food she eats. Check.
Principal dancer at The National Ballet of Canada. Check. But what she craves
She craves Jordan.
Everything about him should terrify her.
His size, his tattoos, his edge. But he doesn’t. He stirs her very soul. Jordan
has nothing but himself to offer her, and he's never been good enough for anyone. Can he figure out how to face his own
demons before he loses his light for good?
“I think it would be
fair to say that I haven’t had a welcome home like that before either,” Jordan
said. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her
A part of her knew she
should be embarrassed by the way Jordan manhandled her on the street. Lord knew
that if her father had seen it, he would be in a state of apoplexy. But she
didn’t have it in her to care. It was the most perfect reunion. She’d worn her
favorite cream wool dress, cinched with a brown leather belt, but underneath it
she was wearing new underwear from Victoria’s Secret in the hope that he might
take her back to his place later. It was forward, she knew, but the last nine
days of talking to the deeply thoughtful, and unintentionally sullen, man who
currently had his body pressed up against hers had her all wound up.
Jordan’s brow furrowed
as he studied her, like he was checking her over for injury.
“Do you ever really
smile?” she asked. “Because I think I saw the glimmer of a smile when we went
on our first date.”
“I do occasionally,” he
“If I kiss you again,
will you smile for me?”
Jordan leaned forward
and placed his lips right next to her ear. “If you kiss me again, I might just
end up taking you standing up against this pillar. So I strongly suggest you
take that pretty little ass of yours inside before I change my mind and do it
Lexi shivered as his
breath whispered across her skin and his words made her ache in the places that
longed for his touch.
He reached for her hand
and carefully peeled off her glove. Silently, he folded it and tucked it into
her pocket. Then he repeated the process with her other hand.
She swallowed as he took
her hand, scrambling to regain her control. They needed small talk, something
less . . . flammable. “Are you looking forward to going inside?” she asked. It
had been years since she’d visited the AGO, and when he’d asked her where she’d
like to go, it was the first place she’d thought of.
“Yeah, I am,” he said,
leading her in through the double doors. He leaned his head toward her again.
“I’m really hoping that looking at stuffy old paintings and relics will help
kill the boner you just gave me.”
Praise for JORDAN RECLAIMED…
thought that nothing could compete with the love I had for “The Strongest
Steel” written by this author but I was so wrong! “Jordan Reclaimed” is just as
amazing and magical!" —Elena's Book Blog
as with any other Scarlett Cole story, she manages to incorporate humor and
good lord the sex scenes are hot enough to melt your kindle. The woman knows
how to pull everything together so perfectly. Heartache, Love, Sexy Times, and
Laughter, what more do you need?" —Tanya (I <3 books="" i="">3>
Scarlett Cole's beautiful and poignant writing has seduced my mind and filled
my heart with a wide range of emotions. This book is best savored slowly. The
intriguing and well-paced plot kept me on my toes and the interesting and
multi-layered characters made me fall madly and deeply in love with them."
About Scarlett Cole
The tattoo across my
right hip says it all really. A Life Less Ordinary. Inked by the amazingly
talented Luke Wessman at the Wooster Street Social Club (a.k.a. New York Ink). Why
is it important? Well, it sums up my view on life. That we should all aspire to
live a life that is less boring, less predictable. Be bold, and do something
amazing. I’ve made some crazy choices. I’ve been a car maker, a consultant, and
even a senior executive at a large retailer running strategy. Born in England,
spent time in the U.S. and Japan, before ending up in Canada were I met my own,
personal hero – all six and a half feet of him. Both of us are scorpios! Yeah,
I know! Should have checked the astrological signs earlier, but somehow it
works for us. We have two amazing kids, who I either could never part with or
could easily be convinced to sell on e-bay.
I’ve wanted to be a
writer for a really long time. Check through my office cupboards or my computer
and you’ll find half written stories and character descriptions everywhere. Now
I'm getting the chance to follow that dream.
Jennifer lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two daughters. When not writing, she can usually be found elbow deep in flour or inhaling chlorine as she cheers her daughter on at a swim meet. She loves musicals, caramel and roller coasters, and lists Machu Picchu at the top of her bucket list. She is a member of RWA and is the President of her local chapter, Central Pennsylvania Romance Writers. Find out more about Jennifer and sign up for her newsletter at www.jenniferhoopes.com
Three years ago, artist Emily White’s grief and survivor’s guilt sent her to the small Wyoming town of Fly Creek. Since then, she’s kept her emotions safely tucked away—until she meets the new rancher at Sky Lake Dude Ranch. Stetson in hand, the gorgeous cowboy’s arrival in her store immediately shakes up her world.
Adam Conley is only in Fly Creek for as long as it takes to fulfill his promise to his late cousin. The small town brings up too many memories of the life he left behind years ago. He knows his task won’t be easy, but the last thing he expects is the instant attraction to the reason he’s in town. Emily is beautiful, vibrant, and completely off-limits. He’s there to keep his promise—not fall in love.
But Adam’s secret will crumble everything Emily’s life has revolved around.
on her boot heel and hurried toward the back of the store. She needed him, and
that knowing glint in baby blues, out of her space. Even now his gaze warmed
her back. And that was a small dash of excitement in a life that until ten
minutes ago only encompassed loss and grief. Excitement she didn’t know what to
As her hands wrapped around the
brown covered canvas, guilt washed across her body and her knees shook. For
those brief, embarrassing moments, she’d forgotten. She’d even wanted to laugh.
Emily’s shoulders slumped. Drew wasn’t here to laugh and smile. Hell, she
couldn’t even remember his smile anymore. Nothing about that seemed fair.
Swallowing hard and forcing the lump
back down, she lifted the painting and headed back to the mystery cowboy.
He placed his hat on his head and
smiled as they exchanged the package. His hands curled about the canvas,
cradling it in a protective manner. Hands that while masculine, definitely didn’t
seem to be the weathered sort most men around Fly Creek sported.
She glanced again at his face and
noted the lack of sun lines in his features. His tan barely scratched the
surface of skin she would now bet had been cooped up in an office rather than
out in nature. She’d heard the rumblings of a new ranch hand over at Sky Lake,
and it appeared this man fit the bill. The word elusive was linked to him, as
any number of women who’d come through the store had certainly attempted to
catch his eye. Apparently none of them caught his.
of the many benefits of being a reclusive citizen was people talked around her
because they assumed she wouldn’t share what she heard.
It was true, but it didn’t mean she
didn’t listen and take note. Kind of living vicariously through gossip. Because
that was the closest to living she may ever get again.
“Make sure Shelby uses the wire
attached to the back and that it’s evenly distributed across at least two nails
He tipped his hat. “I’ll make sure
it gets hung properly.” He grinned with full dimple deployment. “Wouldn’t want
your talent to go to waste with shoddy hangmanship.”
She suppressed the shiver this time
and told her nerves to suck it up. “Thank you.”
“My name’s Adam. Adam Conley.”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
Somehow revealing her name seemed far too intimate. Like the first step on a
path she’d never thought she’d trod again. And yet the pull of his presence and
the familiarity in his gaze, had her boots ready to two-step without her.
He nodded and gave her a dimpled
smile. “See ya around, Emily.”
Another flush of awareness followed
swiftly by guilt.
No, you won’t, Mr. Conley.
She watched him leave. Partly to make
sure he did and partly to take in the view, which much to her guilt-ladened
mind, was as fine as she’d feared.
The Spare Heirs Society Cordially Invites You to
Meet Fallon St. James: The Mastermind
When the love of Lady
Isabelle Fairlyn’s life is betrothed to her twin sister, Isabelle vows to find
a suitable replacement before the end of the season. He must be a talented
dancer, have a keen fashion sense, and be perfectly dashing in every way.
Fallon St. James is the
farthest thing from perfectly anything. As head of the secretive Spare
Heirs Society, he must stick to the shadows…even as Isabelle’s friendship pulls
him reluctantly into the light. But when
Isabelle gets involved with the one man who could destroy Spares, Fallon must
decide between protecting his life’s work—or risking everything to save the
woman whose warm smile leaves him breathless.
“Am I dead?” Isabelle’s voice croaked as if
she’d never used it before.
Thankfully not,” came a male voice from the far side of the room.
gasped and pulled herself up a bit against the pillows. Why was there a man
with her in a strange bedchamber? Had he hit her on the head and brought her
here? Isabelle’s mind reeled with questions, each punctuated by the pain in her
from a near-dead fire sprang to life in the grate across the room, lighting a
tall silhouette. The man dusted his hands off and turned toward her. “You did
have me worried there for a bit though.”
into the haziness that was the other side of the room, she forced her eyes to
adjust to the light. There was something familiar about his deep voice, the
confidence in his movements, but she couldn’t make sense of any of this. “Whose
bedchamber am I in?”
St. James came into focus as he moved to her side, but his answer was no answer
room couldn’t belong to St. James, and she couldn’t be lying within it. None of
this was real. It was all a dream caused by the bump on her head. She must have
hit it quite hard to envision herself in such a place, with St. James of all
people. It was rather amusing, really, aside from her throbbing head. That part
wasn’t amusing at all. But the setting she’d placed St. James in did bring a
smile to her face.
large bedchamber filled with plush furnishings and covered in busy floral
patterns—ha! And in her mind she’d made her most stern—and only male—friend
claim he lived there. Dreams were entertaining at times. St. James’s chosen
place to sleep would be on a cot beside a desk. Or perhaps he never reclined at
all; he only caught a quick nap in a chair between meetings. She giggled, which
only drew him closer. A look of concern made him look more serious than ever as
he stood surrounded in flowers.
scowled back at him and laughed. “St. James, I’m in your bed—your overly
feminine bed,” she whispered up to him. “Are we married in this dream? Don’t
you want to kiss me, have your way with me here on our wedding night?”
take it, you’re delusional. I’ll have the doctor return,” he muttered. He
leaned against the bed, next to her, and lifted a hand to check something on
a doctor! Yes, I’ll need one of those. I am injured. Horribly injured!
Save me, St. James. The only way I’ll live is if you kiss me.” She reached up
and grabbed the fabric of his waistcoat, pulling him closer. He braced a hand
on the bed on the other side of her body, smoothed her hair back from her face,
and watched her. The fabric of his waistcoat was textured by the pattern of
gray threads stitched into it and was rough under her fingers, drawing her
attention from the intense look in his eyes. How odd to have such detail in a
clothing feels so real.”
removed his coat and cravat. His waistcoat hung open, and his clothes were
rumpled, as if he’d slept in them. She’d never seen him in such a state of
undress. She moved her hand to his shirt and splayed her hand across his chest.
The heat of his skin warmed her fingers as his heart beat beneath her palm.
Dream St. James had a broad chest and muscles that twitched at her touch. She
lifted her hand to his shoulder, her other hand skimming up his side. His
breath hitched in his chest. It was odd that she’d never noticed the real man’s
fit form, never before caught the look in his eyes that was one part caring
concern, one part intense desire.
moved his hand over her hair, the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek. St.
James was her friend, only a friend. She wouldn’t be able to face him for a
week once she woke from this scene, him sitting so close, her touching him.
a dream,” he said, not breaking the contact he had with her. Instead he searched her eyes and continued to
touch her cheek, her temple, in soothing, gentle caresses, as if she might
took a moment for his words to sink into her aching skull. “It isn’t…” She
froze in her exploration of his body, her gaze dropping to her hands that had
been roaming over his chest for well over a minute. “What?”
aren’t dreaming. I found you on the floor of the museum earlier today.”
you brought me here? Why? Wait… Earlier
today?” She had to leave. She had to
find her family. She tried to push St. James away to sit up, but he didn’t
were unconscious. I know you’re confused, but you’re safe now…in my home, my
No, truly. Where am I?” She ripped her gaze from his to scan the room beyond
him, looking for anything that made sense of the past few minutes. This room
could not be Mr. St. James’s private quarters. It didn’t fit what she knew of
the man. And why was she in his private anything? She couldn’t be. Her
reputation. Victoria’s wedding. She needed to gather her things and leave this
place, wherever it was.
in my bedchamber—truly.”
She stared up at him, taking in the sympathy and, unfortunately for her,
honesty in his expression.
need to rest,” he said in a tone that would command armies but not Isabelle on
her sister’s wedding day.
need to leave,” she stated as she pushed against his unyielding chest in an
effort to sit up…
Elizabeth Michels is the award-winning author
of the Tricks of the Ton series and the new Spare Heirs series.
She attended Park University where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a BA in
Interior Design. This Historical Romance author enjoys living in a lake-side town in North Carolina with her husband
and son. Elizabeth is a lover of happily-ever-afters, laughter, and things that
are sparkly. Tiara optional while reading, but highly recommended.