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Monday, March 12, 2018

Feral Desires Forever and a Night Book 4 by Lana Campbell

Feral
Desires

Forever
and a Night Book 4

by
Lana Campbell

Genre:
Paranormal Romance

Elizabeth
Davenport loves a good time. She’s a rich, twenty one year old
vampire, embarking on a new career and living the high life in New
York City. Her father, famous real estate mogul Nathan Davenport,
will do anything to protect Beth who is the apple of his eye.

One
night at an art premier she meets Dr. Noah Langston, an OB/GYN for
vampires. He’s handsome, sexy and two hundred and fifty years older
than her.

It
isn’t long after Beth begins to date Noah that she incurs a
stalker. Their budding romance takes a back seat to this menace
wreaking havoc in Beth’s life. He abducts one of her friends and
threatens to kill her if Beth won’t agree to see him.

Now
everyone in Beth’s life is working overtime to catch this killer
who has a sick fantasy that Beth is his life mate. But what happens
when the killer kidnaps Noah and drugs him and uses him to blackmail
Beth into meeting with him alone? Only Beth can save Noah, but can
she reach him in time or will this killer vampire end both Noah and
Beth’s lives?

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Excerpt from Forever and a Night

“You’re having a very late dinner.” Mia’s head shot up, her gaze slashing toward her right. The speaker was that drop-dead-gorgeous man she’d delivered the one top order to earlier, and he was standing beside her holding a glass of wine. She swallowed the bite in her mouth and said, “This tends to be my normal dinner hour. How was your dinner?” She was surprised to still find him here but not unusual she supposed. Tavania’s was one of the tamer establishments here on Bourbon Street. Guests, whether single or in a group, often came here to eat, hook up to Wi-Fi and work, or just hang out in a nonparty atmosphere. “Amazing, actually. You’re a talented chef.” He took up residence on the stool next to her and sat his glass on the bar. Forever and a Night 13 Mia noticed him studying her. His eyes, the most beguiling she’d ever seen, held intrigue. She felt a little unnerved by his perusal, but she chalked it up to a customer desiring to speak to the chef. It happened all the time. Mostly with Joe because he was head chef. Happy guests often asked to speak to him. She had a roll to play. So play it she would. Mia pushed aside her plate and smiled. “I’m Mia Peebles. Is this your first time at Tavania’s?” She extended her hand. He gave it a cordial shake. “Yes. I drove by tonight and decided it might be a quiet place to do some work. Not so much, but I managed to accomplish what I needed to. I’m Nathan Davenport.” Mia laughed. “Yes, it was a bit crazy tonight. It’s good to meet you, Nath—” She broke off and glared at him. Her heart did a little trip over in her chest when her brain cells began to fire and comprehend the name the man had given her. “Oh my god,” she breathed. Suddenly, his features began to morph with the memories of numerous news and other TV show interviews she’d witnessed over the last ten years or so. Nathan Davenport was a real estate mogul and currently the richest man in the United States and possibly worldwide. Also the most sought-after bachelor on the planet. A playboy. He had a different supermodel or Hollywood starlet on his arm every other picture or interview taken of him. Lana Campbell 14 He looked amused. “I guess you know who I am.” “Duh.” She laughed, picked up her glass of wine, and sipped. “My biggest question is, how did you end up here? I thought you lived in New York.” “I do primarily, but I have a number of homes, and one of my favorites is here in New Orleans in the heart of one of the historical districts. Circumstances have brought me to the city. Unfortunately, I don’t have a private chef here, just a housekeeper, so I went out for the evening.” Mia blinked at him. A private chef ? Wow! Of course a man like him would have all sort of household and personal staff. Her background was redneck, Missouri rural. Just having food on the table every day for her ex-husband and children had been a miracle of God for many years. That kind of wealth stymied her. In her four years with Joe, she’d had many encounters with well-to-do folk and had learned to accept and accommodate their eccentricities. Not every wealthy patron she’d met were all up in their stuff, but she suspected Nathan Davenport about as spoiled as a rich person could get. “What?” he demanded, grinning at her. “Nothing. Just glad you happened by tonight and enjoyed your meal. And truly, I hope you’ll visit Tavania’s again.” She tried for a kind smile then stood, intending to take her half-eaten plate and wine glass to the dish pit. He laid a hand on her arm, halting her. “Are you finished for the evening?” Forever and a Night 15 Mia’s smile faded. There was a hungry look in his eyes, which had nothing to do with food, and she didn’t like the implications. “No. I’m closing tonight and have another hour or so ahead of me. Why?” “I was going to ask you if you’d like to have a drink with me when you’re finished. I’d be happy to wait.” His expression seemed polite enough. Maybe her thinking was a little harsh. He’d been completely cordial, but Mia was forty-two years old and wise enough to recognize a player when she saw one. “That’s very kind of you, but no. It’s been an extremely long day, and I’m beat, but I appreciate the invite.” He appeared disappointed, but Mia didn’t care. She hadn’t dated since her divorce. Hadn’t had time and certainly tonight, she had no time for a guy like Davenport. The man would have been a temptation for a nun. She’d lived like one for the last five years because work left her no time for a social life. However, she wasn’t thinking very sisterly thoughts at the moment, which solidified her refusal. That and the fact he was Nathan Davenport. Dating required commonalities. She couldn’t think of one they might share. She’d taken several steps away from the bar when she heard him speak. Mia, look at me. His voice had taken on a deep hypnotic tone, which seemed to echo in her head. In fact, it seemed to only be in her head, not audible. The strangeness of that reality should Lana Campbell 16 have been terrifying, yet something compelled her to turn and face him. She sat her dishes on the bar. “Come with me.” He gave her a kind, reassuring smile. She opened her mouth to say, Hell, no, but the word that came out instead was, “Okay.” Her heart tumbled over in her chest. Mia realized she was seriously losing it because she allowed him to escort her out the front door of the restaurant without a peep. As hard as she tried to get her feet to obey her mind’s order to run back inside the restaurant, they were useless. They just kept taking her the direction he led them. Her voice was useless too. Her jaws felt locked.

Deadly
Secrets

Forever
and a Night Book 3

Chelsie
Peebles - an OB/GYN for vampires - is dying from stage four
glioblastoma, and there is only one cure.

She
must turn into a vampire herself.

Keeping
the devastating news from her vampire family, she researches her
options for survival. But the realization is, that she is going to
die.

In
her desperation, she blackmails her clinic into aiding her through
her life-altering transformation.

Asa
Bradley, one of Chelsie's partners, thinks she is crazy. But he has
no idea she's dying. He is, however, bewitched by her, and wants to
know why she is hellbent on becoming one of them.

By
invitation, he goes to see her sing at a Country and Western bar, and
is instantly mesmerized by her angelic voice and seductive
body.

Trouble
is, the band's singer, and Chelsie's ex, Chad thinks she belongs to
him. Dangerously possessive, he threatens to hurt her if Asa doesn't
back off.

Undeterred
by a human, Asa romances Chelsie, gaining her trust and her
affections. They inevitably lead him to discover Cheslie's deadly
secret.

Can
Asa keep Chelsie safe from the maniacal Chad and get her the
transformation she needs? Or will it be a race against time to see
who kills her first; cancer, or her villainess ex?

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Experiments

Forever
and a Night Book 2

Christian
is the exception to Tiffany’s rule that all males are louses. For
years Tiffany has lusted after Christian and of late she can’t help
but wonder what it might be like to have a brief fling with him. The
opportunity to explore her secret fantasy appears when Christian
offers her a job as the IT person for his practice, the V clinic. She
knows if he gives her the green light, she’s going to have a romp
with her sexy vampire. When the night finally arrives and she and
Christian have sex, the experience is so overwhelmingly powerful,
Tiffany backpedals and tries to turn down the heat between them.
She’s human. He’s a vampire. She can’t afford to fall in love
with him.

Christian
has other ideas. During their sexual encounter, he discovers Tiffany
is his life mate and he vows to change her thinking. His intentions
are put on hold when he gets caught up in an angel of death’s
vicious plan to chemically terminate V clinic patients’
pregnancies. Tiffany herself falls victim to a lethal dose of arsenic
and Christian can only save her by turning her into a vampire. She’s
furious when she wakes from her turning and discovers what Christian
has done. She wants nothing to do with him ever again, but when she’s
kidnapped by this angel of death and used as a guinea pig for deadly
experiments she only has Christian to turn to save her life.

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Forever
and a Night

Forever
and a Night Book 1

Nathan
Davenport is being stalked by Isabella Ravini, the feral vampire who
stole his human life over a hundred and sixty years ago. She made him
her fledging, a slave for her dark, evil purposes-hunting humans.
After a few years she released him, and Nathan reluctantly learned to
accept the cursed life she'd foisted upon him.

Over
time he amassed a great fortune, which today has made him famous
worldwide. Isabella decides she wants to be a part of this world of
fame and fortune Nathan created for himself. She's determined to
marry him, and love has nothing to do with it. His money is her
primary target, and the fame and prestige attached to being the wife
of one of the richest men in the world wouldn't be so bad either.

In
an effort to evade her until he can figure out how to stop her, he
hides at a safe house he owns in New Orleans. One Saturday evening in
NOLA, he decides to have dinner in the city. He chooses a quiet
little Italian bistro, never imagining this night will change his
life forever. The human woman who delivers his order isn't a server,
but the restaurant's sous chef, a beautiful ethnic woman possessing
the most delicious blood scent he's ever encountered.

The
moment Mia Peebles arrives at his table with his plate, tasting her
becomes an obsession. Mia wants nothing to do with him because of
Nathan's reputation as a playboy. So Nathan enchants her, feeds from
her, but his lusts for her blood and body play havoc with his
thinking.

Nathan
finds a way to bring her into his life as his personal chef and
quickly falls in love with her. The trouble is Mia has no idea he's a
vampire because during the enchanting episodes, Nathan blocked her
memories of those sensual encounters.

How
will Nathan tell her the truth without losing her and keep Isabella
from finding him? Or worst yet, will Isabella discover how much Mia
has come to mean to him?

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I'm Lana Campbell author of Forever and a Night, a paranormal,
vampire romance. I love writing and reading paranormal books. I live
in Avoca, AR with a husband and a cat. Love cats too!

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Rise
of the Realms: Book 1

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Genre:
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AIDEN VANDER

EARTH REALM

The streets are quiet at this time of night as my sneakers pad against the sidewalk. My apartment isn’t too far from the gym. The walk is a short one—it’s the only thing that keeps me from buying a car. My home may be a pile of shit, but at least it’s in walking distance to everything I need.

Off in the distance, a train wails a warning in crossing. There’s only one train track I know of that still runs and it passes through the forest outside the city, crossing under a bridge before it reaches the edge.

My foster family used to play there and my foster father, Harold Tiller, still drives that train. Mr. and Mrs. Tiller are good people, but they could never love me as much their biological children. That train wails every night I walk home and it’s a constant reminder of the love I’ve never had.

Blankets of clouds crawl across the night sky, brightened by the lights of the city. I smell the oncoming rain and inhale it, calming my sour mood. My eyelids flutter as the aroma passes through my nose and swirls in the pit of my stomach. That one breath—that one inhale—relieves the weight pressing against my chest, and for just a moment, everything feels like it’ll be okay.

A noise reaches my ears, a scuffle. I frown and quicken my pace, my ‘hero’ complex getting the better of me. I stop when I reach a certain area. Recognition hits me like the brick walls I stand next to. My dream . . . This is the place my dreams take me.

Taking pause and hesitation with my next step, my brain works frantically as I remember the swirls of unnatural, cold fog and the embrace of the motherly woman, Jane. My breath hitches when I feel pressure on my shoulder. It’s comforting, warm. The smell of roses mixed with the oncoming rain.

The pressure tightens and I feel each finger as they squeeze. I glance at my sweatshirt-covered shoulder and see nothing. No hand, fingers, or body belonging to the rose-scented woman. I blink, my eyelashes brushing my high cheekbone, and my muscles tense. What the hell? I feel her, I smell her. I know she’s here. But I can’t see her.

Slowly, I shift my head back in front of me and take a careful step forward. My inhales and exhales are exaggerated as my adrenaline pumps, replacing gripping curiosity with taunting slivers of fear.

A muffled cry for help bounces off the brick walls in the nearby alley before spilling into the street. The sound is just around the corner, and I can hear threats of life being muttered with anger by a male voice.

I take another step, the pressure on my shoulder still there as the invisible hand urges me to remain calm.

My ankle joint cracks as I lift my foot and slowly place it on the cement, taking another step. A sprinkle of a cold raindrop hits the bridge of my nose before traveling to the crease of my nostril.

One more step. I turn my head in a surreal sort of way. Two men have a petite woman, about my age, pinned against the brick wall as they search her pockets and purse. Her skin is mahogany in color, a large afro circling around her head, and her coat barely covers her green scrubs, evidence that she’s on her way home from a shift at the hospital. Her wild, wide eyes catch mine before the two men notice I’m even standing here.

Breath tickles my ear before soft words are spoken. “Save the girl,” the voice of Jane speaks before the invisible hand squeezes my shoulder and releases the pressure, leaving me on my own.

So, she was here, right? I wasn’t imagining that? I heard her clear as day, as clear as the thunder over my head. I felt her breath brush past my ear with each word. So . . . if she’s here, or was here, but I couldn’t see her, does . . . does that make her a ghost?

Snapping back to reality, I give a little shake of my head and fight the goosebumps freckling my skin. “Hey!” I yell at the men, anger and menace dipped in the word.

Their heads snap to me. Shock, like frightened deer discovering a set of headlights, cross their faces before I take a step forward. I’ve seen the look before, fear is an easy one to recognize in the boxing ring. It means one of two things: I’ll win the fight, or my opponent is about to become irrational.

“Hey!” I shout again. A longer, wider step. Another raindrop hits my face. “Let her go.”

The two men pause, considering, their eyes the size of saucers before they glance at each other, then back at me. Shit. Irrational frightened deer.

I quicken my pace as my broad frame lumbers in their direction. Their eyebrows dip as they narrow. Small, wicked smirks tilt their lips into false, minute smiles.

Gripping the brown leather purse from the first one’s hands, I effectively yank it from his grasp before he pushes me into the brick wall. My shoulders hit with a thud, but my sweatshirt protects me against scraping the skin. The woman now forgotten, they advance on me, taking tactless, wide steps. I blow out a breath and momentarily hold it, centering myself and sharpening my senses.

Avoiding a punch, I duck, my sweatshirt snagging on the brick as my knees bend. His fist lands on the wall where the back of my head just was. He yanks it back with a grimace, cradling it with his other hand while hopping on his feet. He groans in pain but doesn’t scream as I expected he would. That was a square punch—I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke his hand.

I fling the purse to free my hands and it lands with a thud at the woman’s feet. I shove the man around the waist and he staggers from the force. Glancing at the woman, I shout for her to run, my arm flinging out in my desperation to snap her from her stupor. She breaks of her fear, blinking at me in rapid succession. I get a glimpse of her nametag dangling around her neck; Dr. Cassandra Grant it reads. She grabs her purse and takes off down the alley.

The other man hits me in the jaw but my head doesn’t move. There was no weight behind the punch. I grab the shoulder of his coat, striking his face three times before releasing him. My knuckles throb as his feet shuffle back. He holds his face, moaning, as bright red blood oozes between his cupped fingers.

I turn to face the other and my foot stops mid-step. His sneer the only thing I see. Sudden, slicing discomfort the only thing I feel. Hot, searing pain, spreads across my chest and I frown, confused by the reason. A warm dribble tickles my skin under my sweatshirt and I glance down in misunderstanding.

A handle pokes out of my chest, just above where my heart beats in a frantic rhythm. As I stare at the handle, a raindrop falls, splattering against the tiny black etches across its surface. It happens at such a slow pace, my head tilts to the side as I watch the single drop turn into dozens of tiny dots, scattering in every direction.

My heart beats again, constricted and forced, promising the end of life. I lift my head, the world moving in slow motion, and I look into the eyes of the blade’s owner. His sneer fades, his eyebrows raising high into his forehead. He stares at the knife with wide eyes, then at his hand, then returns them back to mine.

The strength leaves my legs and I drop to my knees, clutching the handle of the knife. Blood seeps from the wound, spilling onto the crook of my thumb and pointer finger. It’s hot, warming the chill of the skin on my hand. My chest is slippery, my sweatshirt soaked with thick, red moisture, and the pain blooms to regions of my body I didn’t know existed. It’s as if it crosses through every nerve, like throbbing electricity.

The other man curses and comes in my line of sight. I breathe, the sound loud to my ears, the pain all-consuming, the chill of my skin frightening. The other man rakes a hand through his hair before shoving his shock-still friend—whose hand is still mid-air, suspended out in front of him.

I blink, slow, exaggerated, time standing still. Thudding against the concrete, it takes a moment to realize I’ve fallen to my side, just as the purse did a minute ago. My hand jostles the knife, sending it a little deeper into the wound, into my heart. I feel a pop come from within my chest, the pain searing deep within before spreading to the surface, stealing my breath away.

The men hesitate, shifting their weight from side to side. “Take his shoes,” one squeaks.

Frightened, irrational deer, I briefly think.

My feet are yanked before the chill of the air licks their soles, my shoes now in the hands of their new owner. I hear the patter of their feet as they take off down the alley.

My mouth hangs open and I suck in air, desperate for more time, for this to not be real. I blink, hear the silent pop as my eyelids separate from each other. I hold them open too long and tears begin to form across their surface, spilling out of the outer edge of my eyelids.

A transparent figure steps into my line of sight and my gaze shifts to it. Her eyes hold such grief, such sadness, as tears stream down her slightly-aged cheeks. Jane, my slow brain provides me.

She bends to her knees, placing them on the cement. “It’s almost over,” she whispers, brushing the back of her hand against my cold cheek. She places the other over my fingers, holding the handle of the knife with me.

Shushing in soothing whistles, her sounds of comfort mingle with the raindrops as they pick up their pace, splatting against the pavement, against my exposed face.

My body shivers and my muscles tense from the lack of blood as it drips from my wound, down my side, and seeps through my sweatshirt onto the concrete. Muscles cramp, begging for the very thing they need to keep them alive. I grow weak, the effort to breathe becoming a tedious task and I watch Jane blink again, another tear mixing with the moisture.

“That’s it,” she comforts. “You’re almost there.”

I’m dying. Is this what it feels like?

I breathe, slow, leisurely, my life flashing before my eyes. A motherless boy. A life in a foster home. A young man on his first date—his first kiss. The joy of buying my first car. The feeling of freedom as I stepped foot inside my first apartment. The echo inside the gym. Feeling my muscles burn with each step in a jog. The smell of the trees as I ran. A pat on the back—a job well done—and the feeling of joy as I held up a trophy when I won my first boxing match.

“Shh,” she soothes, another stroke against my cheek. My eyelids flutter, my heart stops, and then I’m weightless. I feel nothing—pain or emotion—except an empty freedom. The breath leaves my lungs, working its way past my tongue in a sluggish, effortless slither.

AIDEN VANDER

THE TWEEN

“Where am I?” I ask. I’ve never been here before. A place like this doesn’t exist.

Jane tilts her head, her eyes flicking to the side of my face. “The Tween.”

The side of my lips tilts up in mockery. “The Tween?”

“Yes.” She hesitates. “It’s the voided area between the Earth Realm,” she pauses, turning her head and mumbling her next words, “and the Death Realm.”

My head whips to hers. “No Heaven or Hell?”

She shakes her head, her hair waving and fanning the area with the scent of roses. “No, dear.”

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D.
Fischer is a mother of two very busy boys, a wife to a wonderful and
supportive husband, and an owner of two hyper sock-loving dogs and an
attention seeking fat cat. Together, they live in a quiet little
corner in a state that’s located in the middle of the great USA.

D.
Fischer is, by no means, an expert in literature, but a book lover at
heart. After her kids are tucked in and fast asleep in their dream
worlds, she spends most of her evenings buried in Paranormal Science
Fiction books, but her dream as been to publish one of her own –
not for fame, but for an easy read for all of the other Paranormal
Science Fiction lovers out there.

D. Fischer dedicates her books to those exhausted fathers, mothers, and hard-working citizens who just want to come home, sit down, and relax into a world that isn’t their own.

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When Lizzy sneaks into an event where actress Ivory Rodgers was scheduled to appear, she gets more than she bargained for. Ivory Rodgers is hotter, sexier in person and takes Lizzy under her control.

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“Looking for the Ivory Rodgers’ party?” asked a soft feminine voice behind her.

“Yes,” answered Lizzy, turning her head. Holy shit, it was Ivory Rodgers. Just be cool, just be cool, she told herself.

“Come with me,” she smiled.

“Okay,” admitted Lizzy.

“I’m Ivory Rodgers,” she introduced herself, holding her hand out.

“Lizzy Holloway. It’s very nice to meet you,” she replied, shaking her hand. Damn, the woman was even hotter in person, tingles ran up her arm. Damn, she’d never been this way with anyone before.

“I love your hair and dress,” complimented Ivory, walking towards a ballroom.

“Thanks.” Self-consciously, Lizzy touched her hair, still getting used to the different shades of purple spiral curls hung down her back. “I just got it done today.”

“I like it,” smiled Ivory, her jet-black hair hung down the middle of her back. Her trademark hazel eyes, made it hard for Lizzy to turn away.

“There you are Ivory,” said a man that seemed to command the room with his presence. Tall, elegant in a black suit. “We’re about to start. Who’s this?”

“My new friend Lizzy Holloway,” introduced Ivory. “Lizzy this is Spencer.”

“Hi,” something about him told Lizzy he was used to commanding attention. That most people he encountered would do whatever he would say.

“Ivory, I warned you about doing this,” he said to her, looking worriedly at Lizzy. “I told you this needs to stop.”

“Why? When I can make new friends like Lizzy,” questioned Ivory. “Get something to eat, and I’ll be back soon. I won’t stay here long, then we can go somewhere quiet and get better acquainted.”

“Me?” Lizzy couldn’t stop the shock from her voice. Lizzy wanted to get better acquainted with her?

“Yes, you,” confirmed Ivory. “I can’t wait until I get you alone.”

Why did it sound like she’d been expecting Lizzy? Maybe she should leave? But then she’d miss the chance to get to talk to Ivory. This could be a night she’d never forget. Walking to the tables that lined the wall, she picked some stuff off the plates.

“Drink?” asked a waiter behind her.

“Thanks, do you have any Pepsi?” she asked. Thinking it might be better to keep her mind clear.

“Of course,” he nodded, “I’ll be right back.”

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New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.
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Total hijackers

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Lizzy’s Temptation, I have to admit is one of my favorites that I’ve done so far. I literally wrote this in two weeks. Her story wouldn’t shut up. And I have to admit I’m toying with more of them in Helotry.

Have you written any other books that are not published?

A few

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Both pen and computer. I work in a call center and we can’t have our personal devices out.

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Black and Blue
Cynthia Rayne
(Black Star Security, #1)
Publication date: March 12th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Life can leave you bruised
Former Navy SEAL, Jackson West, is starting over. After his son died, West chose between serving his country and being the parent his young daughter deserves. He’s missed too much already and isn’t wasting another second. West formed Black Star Security with his military buddies, and they’re gonna kick a little @ss. For a price.
Sometimes you need a second chance
Deputy U.S. Marshal Annie Foster accidentally got her partner killed during a routine prisoner transport. Now three dangerous felons are roaming the Kentucky countryside, and it’s all her fault. West is also hunting the fugitives and Annie’s assisting. She’s devastated but determined to make it right. Although, Annie didn’t count on West, a big, bad alpha male who’s an intoxicating mixture of ruthless and tender.
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Cynthia Rayne is the USA TODAY bestselling author of the Black Star Security Series, the Lone Star Mobster Series and the Four Horsemen MC Series. While Cynthia was born and raised a damn Yankee in Ohio, her parents hail from Dixie, and she grew up on homemade buttermilk biscuits and southern wisdom. In her spare time, she enjoys shopping, reading way too many romance novels, and drinking a truly obscene amount of coffee.

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A Scot’s Surrender by Lily Maxton

When his brother leaves him in charge of Llynmore Castle, Robert Townsend is determined to make everything go smoothly. What does it matter if he’s inexplicably drawn to Ian Cameron, the estate’s stoic steward? Robert is sure he can ignore the way the Highlander’s apparent dislike of him gets under his skin. They’ll muddle along just fine so long as they avoid one another. An excellent plan…until a fire forces Ian into the castle—and Robert’s personal space.

Ian Cameron has worked for everything he owns, unlike spoiled Robert Townsend. And he may not have friends, but he has the Highlands and the stars, and what more could he really need? But when a guest’s stolen possession appears in his room, he doesn’t have much choice but to admit to the handsome and aggravatingly charming Townsend brother that he needs help. To solve this mystery, they’ll have to put aside their differences. And as Ian learns more about Robert, he’ll have to guard his heart…or it may be the next thing stolen.

About The Book

A Scot’s Surrender
by Lily Maxton
Series
The Townsends #3
Genre
Adult
Historical Romance
M/M Romance
Publisher
Entangled Publishing
Publication Date
March 12, 2018
Purchase Links
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Excerpt:

Just as Robert was stepping inside, a dark, wet blur shot past his feet and sent him sprawling. He fully expected to land face-first on the hard stone of the great hall, but Cameron’s hand caught his arm and hauled him up roughly.

“Watch yerself.”

Watch himself? It wasn’t Robert’s fault the bloody cat was a menace. The servants’ door had a hole cut from the bottom, specifically so the cat—named Willoughby by Annabel—could come and go, and he still insisted on using the entrance to the great hall instead.

A bit high in the instep really, that scoundrel Willoughby.

Robert didn’t dislike cats, but he’d always been more of a dog person himself—one knew where one stood with a dog. They didn’t stare at a person with those unreadable, impassive eyes. With cats, it was impossible to tell if they liked you or if they might be plotting your murder.

Rather like a certain person he knew. Except that was more of a debate between complete and utter indifference or murder.

He pulled his arm from Cameron’s grasp. Too quickly. Too abruptly. “Thank you,” he said, trying to sound calm.

He usually got along with people much better than this. He usually had no trouble being charming enough to get past their defenses when he chose to. And he’d tried. He couldn’t say he hadn’t tried. Cameron was either all defenses, or he just didn’t like Robert very much.

Robert didn’t know why he let it bother him—he shouldn’t care about the opinion of one lowly factor.

But around Ian Cameron, Robert felt like a piece of refuse, and he was starting to hate it.

And the feeling was made all the more potent by the desire that he couldn’t seem to shake.

He turned toward the man. His hair was slick with rain, curling into wet tangles at the nape of his neck, and darkened, like red-black velvet. “Why do you dislike me?” Robert blurted out. “I’ve never been unkind to you, have I?”

Cameron cocked his head. There was an expression, there and then gone. Robert didn’t have time to decipher it.

“Dislike ye?” He almost sounded amused. His lips were curved slightly, more of a smirk than a smile. Cameron seemed incapable of a pure smile, of happiness without a touch of derision. “Why do you assume I think of you at all?”

Robert felt heat crawling up his throat.

Before he could even figure out how to respond, Cameron was speaking again. “Thank you for the coat,” he said, as pleasantly and formally and coolly polite as though the last few seconds hadn’t even occurred.

He dropped the cloak into Robert’s hand, leaned against the wall to peel off his muddy shoes, and then strode away without a backward glance.

Robert felt like he’d just been dismissed by someone of higher rank. Theo really shouldn’t employ someone who was so…undeferential. Of course, maybe he was perfectly deferential when Theo was around. Maybe it was just Robert.

Why do you assume I think of you at all?

His grip tightened on the cloak. The silk lining was still warm from the heat of Cameron’s body, from sleep-warmed skin. He quickly draped it over a hook.

Why, indeed.

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