Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The Royal Mate by April Zyon



The Royal Mate
Space Wars, 6
by April Zyon
Published By Evernight Publishing
Amazing Cover created by the fabulous Jay Aheer




It all comes down to this. The truth about what started the war between the Imarian and Craegin is coming out, along with the fact that there is one true royal left. One man to rule them all.

Markus Rothschild wants to live a simple, quiet life but when faced with the truth of what’s happening in his world, he knows he has no choice but to take his rightful place.

Paisley Ralston is a woman who loves teaching small children. She’s never even held a weapon, let alone fired one. Playing bodyguard to the royal heir is the last thing she expected to do. But when Markus’s security team is sabotaged, she may be his only hope.

Paisley didn’t realize that meeting Markus meant finding her mate. Hidden in a special bunker, Paisley and Markus will test their limits and prepare for what’s coming. Together they will come out stronger, bonded, and ready to face both galaxies.

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She looked at her mother and frowned. She couldn’t have heard the woman correctly. Paisley wasn’t a militant; she wasn’t a protector. For the love of all the saints, she was a teacher for young children.

The marshal looked at Paisley with a frown, then sighed. “Because you are about the one and only person that I will trust to be around him right now, and since you know where the safe house is I will leave you to take him. It’s too dangerous right now for him to remain on his ship with Fintan.”

“Wait, you mean, The General?” There was awe in Paisley’s voice and she knew it but she had seen what the man had gone through for his mate. He was the only reason that Paisley believed in love once more. It was the reason why, with her mother’s help, she’d broken the arranged marriage and begun to live for herself and not for what she should do.

“He’ll be arriving soon with several guards. You are all going to the bunker. The guards will take the outer shelter, and you and Markus will take the inner sanctuary.”

The inner sanctuary was a place that none could enter if they weren’t of the Ralston family. It literally took living blood and a tie to the blood and heartbeat of a Ralston to keep the air actually on in that sanctuary. It would be either a haven or a tomb depending on if people knew it or not.

“And what about you, Mother? You’ve kept a low profile while they sorted out the issues that were evidently in your offices.”

“This is very true and it’s past time for me to get back to what it is that I do. Besides, this way I know that you will be safe as will Markus.”

“You could always go into the shelter with him instead of me,” Paisley pointed out.

“No, because they would use you to get to me. You are my one weakness, Paisley.”

Paisley moved and gave her mother a hug. “There are not many that know of me, Mother. You’d probably be safe, you know, and so would I.”

“No, there is too much to be done.”

“But—”

“No buts, Paisley. This is an order. You are to keep him safe.”

Paisley bowed her head and nodded. “As you say. Just remember I don’t know how to fight.”

“You don’t, but he does.” Her mother gave her another hug, then pushed her toward where the family bunker was. It was something that no one and nothing could get into. Even if the world exploded, the bunker would eject into space and hook up with a waiting ship that would become their own private spaceship. It had been designed with the ultimate of protections in mind. Her great-grandfather had designed it and it had kept her mother safe when this war began to truly heat up as it had in the last several months.

“I trust you,” Paisley told her mother. She took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ll go pack.”

“Your things are already in the bunker. I had my assistant go to your home and empty your closets and drawers, and I personally put everything into the bunker. It’s fully stocked with food for the two of you for as long as you might need to be in there as well as the machines to recreate foods if you wanted or needed it. I doubt that much time will be needed, but just in case.”

“A career military man,” Paisley mused. “And how does he feel about having to hide?” she asked with a knowing grin. She knew the type.

“About like what you think he’s feeling,” the marshal stated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Fin had to tranquilize him to bring him in. Now, go.”

And just like that Paisley was summarily assigned a duty that she had no business taking care of. She wasn’t a fighter and never had been. She was soft, short, and more than a little pudgy. Paisley was not anything that anyone really would ever look a second time at.




Chapter One


“No, not happening.”

His commanding officer gave him a look that would have made Markus squirm when he’d first stepped on board the cruiser. Now it only had him digging his heels in further. “You know that it is not even an option, Markus. For your safety, and for the future of both our races, we need to make sure you remain alive until the general public is made aware of everything.”

He hated when Fintan Daykin made complete sense. The man already thought too highly of his logic for his own good.

Yes, Markus was important, but to his thinking, he was no more important than any other Craegin. Or Imarian, if he wanted to get technical. He was, after all, a byproduct from both races, although the Imarian in his blood was definitely diluted.

Growling under his breath about his stubborn commander, Markus shoved a hand through his short, dark mahogany hair and paced around the office. Fintan held his tongue for once, a blessing and a curse all at the same time.

Markus wouldn’t be in this situation where he was being ordered by not only Fintan but by the marshal of the Craegin people to go into hiding for his safety if not for a wedding most Craegin and Imarian people did not know occurred.

If not for the fact the entire crew aboard the cruiser he was currently on would also be in danger, he wouldn’t even consider leaving. But he could not willingly and knowingly put others in danger because he was stubborn. Yes, he was stubborn, but he was not stupid. And while it grated severely on his nerves to admit it, Fintan and the marshal were correct. Not only were there factions on the Craegin home world who wanted him dead and buried where no one could dig him up, but there was the entire ruling body of Imara to take into account. They likely had spies in place on his home world and moon outposts, hoping to get a shot at him.

Markus stopped near the vid monitor in Fintan’s office, which showed the view from space of the outpost planet they were currently orbiting. Most folks down there didn’t have a clue about the ticking time bomb floating in space above their heads. The wars that were held in the ships in space sometimes pelted down upon the heads of those on the planets below, something they tried hard not to allow happen. Never had he hated knowing about his heritage more than he did right then.
“Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t need a watcher. I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You and I both know that. And it is much easier to deal with anyone that may get wind of my location if I am alone. Having someone either interfering or uselessly getting in the way will only get me killed.”

“It’s not my call, and it’s definitely not yours. You will have a watcher, but I’ve been assured by the marshal that this individual will follow your orders to the letter unless they are a direct threat to your own life. I cannot, nor would I, change that.” Fintan pushed up from his chair to come stand by his side. “I know that your heritage weighs heavily on you. I wish I could carry the burden with you, my friend. But I will do whatever is necessary to keep you alive. Once the general public of Craegin and Imara know about you, and your lineage, then you can step from the shadows and into the light.”

Snorting at his words, Markus shot a look over his shoulder to the other man. “That was rather poetic, Fin. Love has changed you more than even I realized. Although I don’t know if this new streak you are showing is for the better.”
“Shut up,” Fin muttered.

Amusement coursed through him for a moment. He knew Fintan was doing it on purpose, and that made Markus appreciate the man’s friendship all the more. But the knowledge that he, Markus Rothschild, was the only living heir to the crowns of both Craegin and Imara… The reason he was the only living heir was tragic, according to many. His parents had both been killed while on a tramp headed for a fundraiser event on a Craegin moon base. They and nine others including the pilots died instantly. Markus had not been with them like he normally would have, because he’d come down with a cold and had been too ill to travel.
The official report was a rogue micro-meteor shower had compromised the tramp’s hull. While it had been a cold comfort to him at only ten summers old at the time, he had at least known the reason why they would never be coming home again. There had been closure. Now that he knew about his lineage he had to wonder if perhaps someone had taken them out. But that didn’t really work, either, because he was still alive. Why kill his parents but leave him breathing?

It was only one of many questions that haunted him since he had been told he was descended from royalty. The royalty, if he wanted to get technical. Shaking his head mentally to get back on topic, he turned partially to look at Fintan without straining. “Basically, you are telling me I’m stuck with the marshal’s chosen watcher.”

Fin nodded. “Whoever it is will probably be nothing more than a large, silent shadow that lurks in the background while you try to keep from going insane with boredom.”

Right, there was that issue, too. “What exactly am I supposed to do during this unwanted hiatus from my career path? I don’t mind the idea of a couple days of downtime to relax and rest, but being stuck somewhere indefinitely is less appealing.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You might even be able to finish all those reports I know you have been ignoring.”

Markus plastered on his best innocent face and blinked at his commanding officer. “Reports? Whatever do you mean, General? I always do my reports promptly.”

Fintan’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead at that bold-faced lie. “Right. Do them all up. Wherever you are going will likely have the capability of secure transmissions, so you can send them all back here and I will sign off on them before submitting them. Sadie can make sure there are no electronic tags on any of those files that could potentially lead back to your location.”

Sadie, Colonel Bracken Kauller’s wife and family friend to the Daykins, was a genius with anything electronic. Her doctorate in AI and destroyer programming spoke for itself, but her skills were known across the quadrants even if people did not know her name. “I will make sure all the reports are completed. I make no promises on when I will get them done, though. It will depend on wherever you and the marshal are planning to stash me and this watcher you are saddling me with. My first priority will be security since that is why I am leaving the safety of a Craegin destroyer.”

“You cannot guilt me, Markus. I do this not only for your own good but for the good of two races. All of the Craegins and Imarians need you.”
“No, you’re right.” Damn but he felt like a kid being chastised right then. “I’m sorry. This situation is not our making, but it is our responsibility to see it righted. You and the marshal believe this is the best course to take, so I will bow to your wishes and let you handle it. But swear to me one thing, Fintan.”

“What is it?”

“Be expedient handling all this. Be careful, but do not dally. I am not now nor have I ever been one to sit idly by while my friends take the risks pointed toward me.” Markus had always preferred to face whatever came at him head-on, which made having to step aside and allow others to handle things grate on his nerves.

“I’ll do all I can to make sure we all come out of this alive and in a better position. Now go pack your bag and get your reports. The tramp will be here soon to take you to the cargo vessel that will shuttle you to your destination. I know it will not be the most comfortable ride, but no one would ever expect it.”

A few more words were exchanged before Markus left Fintan to his own duties. Heading to his quarters, he mulled everything he knew over in his head yet again. Before he ever got near the symbolic throne he was to take, he was going to drive himself crazy. And that did not even take into account whatever nightmare of a watcher he was being saddled with. He was definitely not looking forward to meeting whoever it might be.












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Monday, July 25, 2016

Cover Reveal - Second Chace by Suzi Macdonald

 
 
Second Chance
A Contemporary Romance Novel
By Suzi Macdonald
Release Date: October 17, 2016

Keywords: Contemporary Romance, Second Chances, Reunion, First Love, Decisions, Family
 
Teige Adams fell for the dazzling Zani Fairmichael in high school, but Zani was far too sophisticated to fall for a tall, geeky misfit like Teige. Twenty years later, he is a successful photographer with a string of glamorous ex-girlfriends behind him, and Zani has become plain Allie Brown, the mother of demanding teenage twins.

When Teige discovers that Allie has separated from her husband and is moving back to their hometown, he is determined to try for a second chance at the girl he never had. But Allie, on the rebound from a difficult marriage, isn’t certain what (or who) she wants. And Teige’s slightly unhinged ex-fiancĂ©e and Allie’s soon-to-be-ex-husband have their own ideas about who Teige and Allie should be with. And then there is Katie, who is certain that Teige is The One for her.

Will Teige finally win Allie’s heart – or is it too late for a second chance?



About the author:
 
Suzi Macdonald can’t remember a time when she wasn’t lost in fiction. She wrote her first full length novel by hand when she was twelve years old and she has been striving to live up to it ever since. She lives in a village in Scotland with her partner, their two children and a rather silly dog. When she isn’t writing she spends her time reading, walking and project managing.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Cowboy Dreamin' by Lorraine Nelson



Thunder Creek Ranch, 8

Jack Grayson finished university and he's ready to go home and take over the family spread. Allison Wakefield is the new vet in town. When they first meet, sparks fly and tempers soar. But their love grows when Jack helps Allison through a vulnerable time in her life.

When they are both plagued with vandalism, it quickly accelerates to attempted murder. Somebody doesn’t want them together. Can they figure out who has it in for them before someone gets killed?
















Excerpt:


“Jack, what are you doing here? I thought you had work to do.”

“I do, but I also need to eat and, knowing the current state of your larder, I decided to buy for two. What took you so long?”

“I fell asleep in the tub. What a lovely way to relax. Those jets gave me a great massage.”
“I give a good massage,” Jack suggested with a lascivious grin, envisioning her in the tub with his hands molding her body.
Allison giggled. “I just bet you do. Come on in. Is that chicken I smell?”
“Yep.”
“Take it to the table. I’ll get dressed and be out in a second.”
“Hmmm, I kind of like the way you wear that towel.”
She smiled and headed for her bedroom, firmly closing the door behind her.
Jack shrugged, set the food on the table, and waited. It wasn’t long until her door opened and he watched as she made her way to the table. She walked with such grace and economy of movement that she seemed to glide across the room. The pink shorts she wore were barely there and the matching tank top easily told him that she’d forgone a bra. His throat closed off, and he wanted to take her right there and then. To hell with the food.
“Thanks for bringing dinner. I’m starving,” she said.
He swallowed hard and pulled out a chair for her when what he wanted to do was carry her right back into her bedroom and make love to her. He eyed the table. It was a heavy, sturdy piece of walnut furniture. Maybe …
Nope. She was already digging into her dinner. His lust would have to wait while they ate. He took a seat and dug into his chicken dinner. He really hadn’t known how hungry he was until he’d started eating. All he’d had today was coffee for breakfast and the pizza at lunch. Still, every time he glanced over at Allison, he wanted her more.
Like now. She was licking the grease off her fingers … Such a sensual act, and so distracting, he almost choked on a fry. But he shouldn’t be surprised. She’d kept him in a permanent state of arousal all week as he worked in the clinic. If it hadn’t been for her home visits in the evenings, they probably would’ve indulged themselves by now. Instead, he’d gone home every day to a cold shower.
“Do I have ketchup on my nose or something?” she asked.
Her jerked back to reality and realized he’d been staring. “Not on your nose, but…” He reached across the table and rubbed his thumb slowly beneath her bottom lip. “There. Got it.”
Before he could pull his hand back, she put her lips over his thumb and sucked off the imaginary ketchup.
“Funny, but I can’t taste any,” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.
“You caught me.” He grinned at her. “I needed to touch you. Is that so bad?”
“No, not bad. I’ve finished eating. Have you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed his unfinished meal away and rose to walk around the table to where she now stood. Their gazes locked as they stood facing each other, not touching. “That sounded like an invitation. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” she asked as she took hold of his hand.
“With pleasure.” He allowed her to lead the way. If she slowed, hesitated the slightest bit, he’d be one sorry excuse for a man. But this had to be a mutual coupling. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Only she didn’t hesitate. She walked straight to the bed, stopping only long enough to drop her shorts and pull her tank top over her head.
He couldn’t move. All he could do was stare at those perfect rosy tips until his mouth watered. Then his eager gaze took in the rest of her. All she wore was a pretty pink thong. “Lady, you’re going to kill me,” he said as he moved closer, feeling the weight of her breasts as he cupped them in his hands. “You are so beautiful.”
“And you have too many clothes on.” She turned and flipped back the covers on the bed and then slipped beneath the sheets.
Jack didn’t waste any time. He stripped in a nanosecond, his erection springing up as his boxers went down, and he joined her, hugging her close and enjoying their nakedness, skin to skin, except for her thong. “Oh, my. What have we here?” she asked as she took him in hand, her thumb caressing the tip.
He sucked in a ragged breath as she began to stroke up and down his shaft. Two could play that game. He ruthlessly ripped the thong from her body, and his hand rubbed her mound of curls until she writhed beneath him. But he wanted more of her breasts first.
His hands cupped them again, bringing first one and then the other to his mouth. He laved and suckled and nipped at her turgid nipples. She tasted delicious, and he feasted until she pulled him up and away, securing his mouth to hers in a kiss filled with rapture.
“Make love with me, Jack.”
“Oh, yeah,” he managed to say. Then he remembered protection. “Just give me a sec.” He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor, extracting his wallet from which he removed a small foil packet. He tore it open, and she reached for it.
“Let me.”
Oh boy. He should have said no. Her gentle hands made long, slow smoothing motions as she worked the condom over the swollen tip and down his hardened length. He wanted to lie back and enjoy the sensation. He wanted to tell her to hurry. But most of all, he wanted to be inside her.
Jack got his wish, only not in the way he’d thought. She straddled him and impaled herself in one fell swoop. He gasped in pleasure.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“Allison, the only way you could hurt me right now is to stop. Now move.” He thrust upward and she moved with him, riding him, thrust for thrust, and taking him to the limit much too fast. “Whoa, girl, slow down or this’ll be over before we’ve properly begun.”
“No worries. We have all night.”
He groaned as she rotated her hips and pressed down on him. Surely, he couldn’t get in any deeper, but he did. Her inner core was like a warm velvet glove, silky soft and tight as she encased him. He was on fire. On fire for Allison.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Lorraine Nelson is a multi-published, award-winning, bestselling author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one. At time of publication, Lorraine has 33 titles available.

“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”

Lorraine enjoys spending time with her three sons and six grandchildren. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.

Lorraine’s books are listed on her website where you’ll find blurbs, excerpts, reviews, and more. http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com

She loves to hear from readers. You can email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com or use the contact form on her website.
 

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Trouble in Paradise #Audiobook is Available Now #ParadiseRanch

Hi, everyone. I'm super excited to let you know that Trouble in Paradise is now available in audio format!

If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go back to Dallas.

Since coming home Sutton has inherited herself a heap of headaches, two bossy men who want her for their own, threatening notes, and a whole lot of trouble in Paradise.

Having Doc McNab as competition, being ten years Sutton’s senior, and under her employ, meant the deck was stacked against Flint Palmer when it came to winning the sexy, vivacious Sutton as his woman. No way would she be interested in an old, worn-out, ex-rodeo cowboy like him, but that wasn’t going to stop the man from trying.

With the exception of the pretty as a picture, Sutton Callaway, Kale McNab’s childhood sucked. He’d been jerked up more so than raised by his ex-convict of a father, eventually leaving the girl and West Texas behind. Now, he’s all grown and back in Sutton’s life, willing to do whatever it takes to stay there


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Narrated by Sierra Kline
Length: 7 hrs 34 mins
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Western Romance, Multiple Partners, Suspense


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