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Break on Through, #2
(July 28, 2015,  Samhain Publishing) 


Love wasn’t in the script…

Break on Through, Book 2

Former man-eater Samantha Lockhart has been an actress long enough to be able to spot a smooth-talking player a mile away. Dark-haired, bourbon-eyed, a wicked smile…Kyle Masterson is one of the best.

From his bad-boy motorcycle boots to his good-ole-boy Southern drawl, everything about Kyle screams sex appeal. But after a tragedy hits close to home, Sam tries to convince herself she’s done with players on and off the stage.

Kyle, a V-twin-riding divorce attorney, has witnessed enough horror stories of love gone wrong to know that while women are welcome in his bed, they’re definitely not in his future. But once the petite, mercurial redhead catches his eye, he can’t think of anything—or anyone—else.

Sam’s trust doesn’t come easy, but the more time they spend together, the deeper they both fall. Yet just as they’re breaking through each other’s barriers, someone who doesn’t like being upstaged makes a deadly play of his own. And if Sam refuses, she may not be able to breathe a word to anyone…ever.

Warning: Contains a small-town thespian who isn’t easily fooled and a lawyer with a weakness for V-twin engines and sassy redheads.



Being an actor, I made a habit of studying people—their facial expressions, the way they moved their bodies. So I could tell this man was comfortable in his own skin and knew the effect he had on others, especially women. He was definitely a player, and I should know because I used to consider myself one as well, but I could also tell he wasn’t just a pretty boy. Nothing got past this guy; his attention was fixed on me in a way I knew he was assessing everything about me—the way I held myself, the kind of dress I had chosen to wear that day, even the way I was watching him.

As much as I enjoyed the exchanging-heated-gazes-across-a-crowded-room cliché, I decided it was time to throw down a challenge. The next time he caught my gaze, I raised the stakes by arching an eyebrow and offering a sly grin, essentially saying without saying, “Hey, I see you over there, staring at me. What are you going to do about it?”

Have I told you recently how much I love being a woman?
Just then, I noticed that Jackson and Jessica had stopped talking and followed the direction of my gaze back to Golden Boy. Jackson broke out in a shit-eating grin, with his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Glad to see you’re not dead there, Sam,” he joked, giving me a playful nudge.

“Oh please. A little eye-fucking with your golden boy over there hardly means I’m ready for anything.” Then I cocked my head and gave an exaggerated eyelash flutter. “Besides, I’m just minding my own business. I can’t help it if he can’t stop staring at me. Maybe you need to leash him in.”

Jackson shook his head on a low chuckle. “Woman, that’s Kyle Masterson. No one’s ever gonna leash ’im in.”


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A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,
The mind of a pragmatist,
And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF…

Born in California and raised in South Florida, I’ve moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I’ve worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I am tickled pink with glitter over this good piece of fortune.

What else? Hmm…I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it’s slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds),and making those close to me laugh ’til they snort. I’m a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil’ town, Vienna, Virginia. I totally love hearing from readers so stalk me via social media or email me at!


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New Release and Giveaway! RACE FOR LOVE by Nana Malone (The Donovans #3)

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Race for Love
by Nana Malone
(The Donovans #3)
Publication date: July 27th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance

Up and coming racecar driver, Kisima Jennings, is all alone in the world and that’s just how she likes it. After all, she has her career, who needs family? But when a near-fatal crash jeopardizes her future, she’s forced to lean on someone for the first time in her life.

As an athletic trainer, Derek Donovan is driven and has always kept his eyes on the prize, never letting personal entanglements come between him and his dream of becoming a head trainer for the New Orleans Jaguars. That is, until one misstep costs him everything. Now he’s starting over, but with a client as tempting as Kisima, is he destined to repeat the mistakes of his past? Or will letting someone close bring him everything he’s ever wanted?


Derek punished the treadmill in the hotel gym. Kisima Jennings’ words kept running through his skull.  I don’t think this is going to work out.  I don’t think this is going to work out. I don’t think–

He pushed faster, trying to outrun the echo of her voice in his head. In his blood. Since he’d left the ranch, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Which was part of the problem. He sure as shit couldn’t work with her. They would clash at every turn.

The other problem, he fucking wanted her. Bad enough to consider begging. Those dark, chocolate, arresting eyes of hers had latched onto his soul. In the sunlight of the study, her cinnamon kissed skin had looked soft and good enough to taste. Even with the chair, he could tell she was strong and athletic, but curvy. He liked strong women. None of that waify bullshit. Idiot.

It was like he never fucking learned. He couldn’t explain it, but the pull to her was strong, potent. After Kallie, he should have learned his lesson. But his cock, apparently, was a little slow on the uptake. He could ignore it, but if he was trapped in one room with her for several weeks, he might go insane.

He knew he’d been an ass. And he’d even tried to rein himself in. But the fire in her eyes was too fun to watch. Someone with that kind of fire would never just take being in a wheelchair at face value. She was a fighter. He knew it. It pissed him off that the woman in all the photos was replaced by a pampered princess.

She was the princess in the ivory tower who expected everything to be done for her. And he thought Kallie Wintor was spoiled. She had nothing on Kisima Jennings.

The main house reminded him of a trip his family had taken to California to see Hearst Castle when he was a kid. It wasn’t nearly as large or opulent, but pretty fucking close with the old-world feel. From the research he’d done, he knew that the Daniels were an old racing family. The founder of Daniels Racing, Donald Daniels had been an oilman who had too much money and no idea what to do with it. Looked like that was still true today.

The grounds, from what he’d seen and the map he’d been given, contained three guesthouses spread across the property. The one directly behind the main house was about a football field away. Between the two houses, there was a pool, a basketball court, an expansive circular driveway and a state of the art gym.

The map boasted two other equally large guesthouses on the property spread out around the mazes and the racetrack. TJ Daniels had a racetrack on his freaking property. Granted he ran a racing school too, but damn. Why the hell had his dad never sent them out there for summers? That would have certainly been a change of pace.

Though, judging by that enormous chip on Kiss Jennings’ shoulder, the money hadn’t done her any good. He was still trying to figure out that relationship.  She clearly lived there, but what was she to the old man?

Stop thinking about her. It’s not like you’re ever going to see her again. Something way too close to regret spread from his chest.  No, he was not upset about not seeing her again. He was missing an opportunity to use his skills. Yeah, yeah. The lies he told himself. Either way though, he’d be right about one thing. It wouldn’t work to be at odds with her trainer. He needed someone to commit to working their ass off.  And he had a feeling Kisima wasn’t that kind of girl.

His phone chimed and he hopped off the still moving treadmill to snag it. Maybe one of those calls he’d been making to every friend he had in the league was finally starting to pay off.

“Hello, this is Derek.”

There was a beat of silence and his skin prickled with awareness. “This is Kisima Jennings. Do you have a few minutes?”

His brain told him to be cautious. Told him that he’d regret taking this call. But every instinct and cell in his body told him to take it. “What can I do for you, Kisima?”

“I don’t suppose you’ll let me get away without eating any crow.”

He smirked. “Not on your life.”

“Fine.” She was silent for a moment. “I would like you to come back. I need your help.” It sounded like she was speaking through her teeth.

His gut twisted even as the adrenaline flooded his veins. He wanted to go back. Just the idea of seeing her stubborn little vein jut was enough. “On one condition, I’m in charge of your recovery. I say it, you do it. No questions, no complaints.”

More silence. No doubt she was thinking up all the ways she could kill him. “Fine.”

“In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow.”


USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she “borrowed” from her cousin.It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

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An Interview with Jenny, the heroine of FOREVER BOUND by Deanna Roy (The Forever series #4–with Giveaways!)

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Interview with a freakishly fun Book BFF

Today we’re chatting with Jenny, a character in Deanna Roy’s Forever Series. She had bit parts in all three Forever books, but takes the lead role in the newest standalone romance — Forever Bound.

Q: So, tell us about us about the boyfriend.

A: The old one or the new one? The old one was a big secret. He was a movie director who hired me to be his girl. I was contractually obligated to wear designer clothes, spend his money, and go to A-list parties on his arm.

Q: So why is he the “old” one?

A: He fell in love! With someone else!

Q: So he ended your contract?

A: Yes! And took away the credit card! Not only that, I had to get “caught” by the paparazzi cheating on him with some new man, so he could establish a clean break with the press.

Q: Did you find a new man?

A: Of course. He was divine. He sang with the band at the after party for the premiere of that big dinosaur movie.

Q: And you got the pictures?

A: Well, I might have slightly overachieved on that. We went to the beach. Got a little crazy. And there may or may not have been footage of us skinny dipping in the ocean.

Q: Holy cow! Did he see it?

A: I don’t know. He’s disappeared off the face of the earth. Nobody knows his last name.

Q: Are you ever going to see him again?

A: I’m going to try. I’m going to search for him. Somebody has to know who he is.

Q: Was he that good in the ocean?

A: The short answer is, “Yes.” The long answer, well, that’s the whole story. Wish me luck. I’m definitely going to need it.



You can follow Jenny’s journey in finding the one guy she actually sees a future with in Deanna Roy’s newest standalone romance in the USA Today bestselling Forever series — Forever Bound.

Forever Bound
by Deanna Roy
(The Forever Series #4)
Publication date: July 28th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance

A new standalone romance with the characters from the USA Today bestselling Forever series, coming July 28, 2015.

You can only run from life for a little while. Eventually, it catches up.

A hitchhiking musician looking only for freedom and adventure as he sings for tips across the US spends a single night with spunky pink-haired Jenny, only to discover that sometimes, one night can be the beginning of forever.


Deanna Roy is the five-time USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and women’s fiction.She is a passionate advocate for women who have lost babies. She has several books on the subject, including her bestseller FOREVER INNOCENT, a romance about a couple whose baby is taken off life support at seven days old.

She has run the website PregnancyLoss.Info for fifteen years, including many large spin-off support groups both online and in person.

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A Conversation with Julie Mulhern, Author of A HAUNTING DESIRE

Please help me welcome author Julie Mulhern to the blog today!

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Tell us more about your book—take us beyond the official “book blurb”.

The denizens of 1902 New Orleans’ red light district aren’t strangers to sinful, violent acts–but, the freshly eviscerated men found in the gutters send a collective shudder through the crescent city.

Though dire warnings, predatory men, and evil spirits abound, Trula Boudreaux, madam of Storyville’s most exclusive brothel, is more afraid of her growing attraction to the Yankee sent to investigate the murders. Trula is prepared to risk her life to protect her business and keep her girls safe from the killer prowling the steamy streets. But is she willing to risk her heart?

Zeke Barnes is torn between duty and a new-found passion for a mysterious temptress. His was a seemingly straightforward task – catch a vicious killer and escape the city’s sultry heat. When partnership with local police proves to be of no value, he is forced to rely heavily on the city’s most alluring lady of the night.




Give us more info about your main characters—who are they?

My heroine, Trula Boudreaux, is a madam. Hers is the most exclusive house in New Orleans and she takes care of everyone who works there. She’s seen the best and worst of men and she is not impressed with the male half of the species. The hero, Zeke Barnes, is a Yankee—a no-nonsense sort of man who doesn’t believe in entanglements. Of course, the get…entangled.

Of course! 😉


What scene in your book was the most fun to write, and why?

There is a scene where Trula and Zeke lose themselves in a moment, kiss and then back away. I had tremendous fun with that.


I’ll bet! :)


How long have you been writing, and what (or who) inspired you to start?

I got serious about writing in 2013. In 2014, I sold the Haunting series and a mystery series. 2014 was also the year I was a finalist in the Golden Heart contest which has turned out to be one of the biggest blessings in my life. Getting to know the other finalists, trading tips, and learning together has been a joy.



What do you like best about being a writer?

There’s nothing better than putting words down when they are flowing.

I hear you!


What is the most challenging part of being a writer?

There’s nothing worse than putting words down when they are trickling one at a time.

Ugh, yes—definitely…


What are you working on right now? What can readers look for from you in the next year?

I just finished up the second Haunting book, A Haunting Need. I imagine it will release next year along with my third mystery in the Country Club Murders series, Clouds in My Coffee.

Sounds great! I love the Country Club Murders series’ title.


What authors and/or books have inspired you?

There are so many wonderful romance writers – Loretta Chase and Sarah MacLean come to mind. Lord of Scoundrels might just be my all-time favorite with Nine Rules to Break… a close second.

Excellent choices! I love Sarah MacLean’s series…


What are you currently reading?

I am reading The Cake Therapist by Judith Fertig and enjoying it very much! Next up is Double Mint by Gretchen Archer.


Please share a favorite scene from your book with our readers.

Zeke growled. The sound reverberated through her. He caught her nape, turned her head then forced her lips back to his. His fingers played in her hair, displacing her new hat.

It fell and instinctively she left off her exploration of his muscles and caught it. It slipped through her hands. She pulled away, bent to pick up the abused and very expensive hat from its spot on the floor. The coolness where their bodies separated was as shocking as being doused with cold water. She snatched at the hat’s curved brim and staggered away from him.

What had just happened? How had she lost control?

Trula held the hat in front of her like a shield but her eyes sought his. Smoky depths promised undreamed of passion if only she’d drop her hat and return to his arms, his kisses, his bed.

She retreated another step. Shook her hat. “You bent my feather.”

“What?” An eyebrow rose. For once he didn’t look devilish. He looked confused.

“My feather. You bent it.” She smoothed the ostrich plume with shaking fingers. “I have to go. You have to go. I told you never. Why won’t you believe me?” Her breath came so shallow that uttering those few words left her winded. She stepped farther away from him.

“This thing between us—” His voice sounded like a caress. More seductive than warm bread pudding on cold, hungry night. “You feel it, too.”

Well of course, she did. She recognized lust. She made her living off of it. She also recognized the folly of pursuing it. “You’re wrong. There’s nothing between us.” Lying to him was one thing, lying to herself another. This thing went beyond mere lust. It was completely insane. She had to put a stop to this. Immediately. If she didn’t, her heart might shatter beyond repair when he left.

Ignoring the thunder of her heartbeat, she marched to the nearest mirror and repositioned her hat. It didn’t look any the worse for wear but she worried with the feather anyway. “I have to go.”

“You’re leaving? Now?”

Better a cup of pain now than a bucketful later. “I have an engagement.” She crossed to the door.

He caught her wrist. “Trula, promise me something.” The heat of his hand almost blistered her skin.

“Promise you?” She tossed her head, seeking refuge in ersatz anger. “You bent my feather!”

“I mean it, Trula.” The back of his fingers brushed against her cheek and her traitorous body urged her to surrender, to give up, give in to pleasure. She straightened her spine.

He brushed his finger along her jaw. “Promise me you’ll stay out of the investigation.”

“No.” She smoothed her skirt.

He glowered at her. “Then promise me you won’t investigate without me.”

“Fine,” she snapped. She’d agree to anything if it meant stepping away from him and getting her galloping heartbeat under control.


Thank you so much, Julie!

Keep reading to find out more about Julie and her latest book, A Haunting Desire!



Author Bio:

Julie Mulhern always wanted to be a writer. She spent her childhood creating pen names and dreaming of exotic, mysterious, romantic places. To that end, she went to Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia (because, when you’re from the Midwest, the South is both exotic and romantic). There she earned degrees in politics and French. She even spent a year living in Paris. But the Midwest beckoned and she returned home. Now she lives with her husband, two daughters and a dastardly dog. It might not be exotic or mysterious but it is romantic.

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New Orleans, 1902

A killer walks the streets of New Orleans, eviscerating men and leaving them in the streets, and for madam Trula Boudreaux, it’s bad for business. Trula needs help but she’s not prepared for Zeke Barnes, the charming would-be savior who darkens her doorway—or the yearning he awakens. For while Trula knows well the delights of lust, she avoids love at all costs…

Investigating the killer was one thing, but Zeke can’t help but be enchanted by the gorgeous mystery woman who runs an exclusive brothel. Caught between his duty to protect the city and his clear-as-day desire for Trula, Zeke sets about capturing Trula’s heart—or at least a place in her bed. But with every moment Trula resists, Zeke falls into greater danger.

For his investigation into the haunted city and madam doesn’t just risk his heart but both their lives.


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New Release and Giveaway! CLOSE TO HEART by T.J. Kline (Healing Hearts #3)

Loving this one–review to come!


Close to Heart
Healing Harts #3

By: T.J. Kline

Releasing July 14, 2015.

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It only took an instant for her world to come crashing down…but Heart Fire Ranch is a place of new beginnings, even for those who find their way there by accident

As the only veterinarian in town, Justin Hart doesn’t have time to think about romance. So when A-list actress Alyssa Cole crashes her car outside his clinic, it’s entirely unexpected when there’s a spark between them he can’t ignore. Still, she’s a movie star, and he’s just a small town cowboy.

Alyssa has learned the hard way not to believe first impressions, especially not in Hollywood. But, 400 miles from her former life with nowhere to go and no one to turn to, she places her trust in the handsome vet who comes to her rescue.

There’s no denying the connection between them, but when Alyssa’s past shows up at the door, will their new relationship be able to withstand the storm?




Alyssa hung up before Franklin could ask any more questions and made her way down the hall to where Justin waited, feeling as if she was carrying too many burdens on her shoulders. Until calling Franklin, she’d been avoiding facing the reality of her situation—her marriage was over and she was on her own. There was no turning back. The only real decision left to make was what she would ask for in the divorce, for her and their child. It was enough to deal with finding out her husband was cheating on her, had been for almost the entirety of their marriage, but to have him cast her and their child aside, to know the apathy he felt for their child, hurt too much to bear.

“Would you like tea or water?” Justin asked as she came into the kitchen. Two sub sandwiches sat on the table as he opened the refrigerator. When she didn’t answer, he looked back at her over his shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, I just . . .”

She was tired of keeping secrets, but she wasn’t sure how much she could tell Justin. She didn’t know him, not really. He turned toward her as if waiting for her to say more, his eyes seeking hers, and she imagined she could see empathy in them.

“Things sounded a little heated in there for a minute.”

If he thought that was heated, he would have been shocked to hear Elijah when he got started about how she didn’t want him to be successful just because she dared to question his decision to sign on to represent yet another new young actress. She suspected, now, he’d wanted to do far more than “represent” them, but she couldn’t prove it. And, after her last confrontation with him, he’d probably throw it in her face just to hurt her.

Justin had been kind to her, rescuing her and giving her a place to stay. She knew he didn’t really need her to work in the clinic and was just using it as a way to help her out. He was more tender than Elijah had ever been with her, treating her like a porcelain doll that might break.

Other than that kiss.

Just the thought of his kiss made her body hum to life. The mere brush of his lips against hers had set her body aflame, making her want to pull him down onto the bed with her. His touch made her forget the years with Elijah, the emotional turmoil he caused, the pain of his rejection, making her wonder how real her marriage to Elijah had actually been, if there had ever been any passion in it. She slid into the chair at the table and buried her face in her palms, trying to stop the tears from burning her eyes.

“Hey.” Justin moved to the chair beside her. “It can’t be that bad.”

Alyssa looked up at him, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Are you kidding?” She couldn’t help the bubble of irrational laughter that fell from her lips. “I’m eight months pregnant and I just found out my husband has been sleeping with every woman in Beverly Hills for over half of our marriage. Not to mention that I have no money, no career, and he kicked me out of our house.” She threw up her hands and rose to pace the kitchen as the truth fell from her lips unbidden. “I have nothing. Even that car is in Elijah’s name.”

She realized she’d just told him far more than she’d intended.

“Was that who you were talking to?”

“No, I called my friend. He’s a lawyer.” She slid her hand over the top of her stomach. “I wanted to find out my options.”


“He suggests I ‘divorce the no-good bastard.’ ”

“I have to agree.”

Alyssa faced him, running her hand over the side of her stomach as her baby kicked against her hand. “I wish it were that easy, trust me. But how am I supposed to support us, where are we going to stay? I was on my way to my parents’ house last night after he kicked me out.”

Justin rose and moved toward her. His hands cupped her face gently, tipping her gaze up to meet his eyes. “Your husband is an idiot. He has no idea what he’s giving up.”

Her parched heart soaked up his words. After listening to Elijah’s criticisms for so many years, it was like rain on a desert plain.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. That’s probably the only way I can help you.” He smiled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Unless you want me to kick his ass? I’d be happy to do that for you.”

She laughed quietly. “I appreciate the offer, but that’s probably not in your best interest. I don’t have the money to bail you out of jail.”

The dimple cut into his cheek as he gave her a lopsided smile. “Then I guess the ass-kicking is going to have to wait.”

Alyssa couldn’t look away from his hypnotic blue gaze. He saw her, really saw the woman inside. He didn’t see her as a movie star. He looked past that to the hurting woman beneath. His nearness seemed to demolish every protective barrier she’d erected over the past six years. He made her feel wanted and worthy.

Alyssa didn’t think about what she was doing as she slid her hands to the nape of his neck, pulling him toward her, their mouths exploring, seeking. Justin’s kiss was tender, far gentler than she wanted him to be. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his shoulders and he responded. His hands slid into her hair, while his tongue teased hers, tasting her, his teeth nipping at the corner of her full lips.


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Author Info:T.J. Kline

T.J. Klinewas raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both Tyndale and Multnomah.


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New Release Review and Giveaway! EXPOSING JUSTICE by Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano (Justice Team #3)

A new Justice Team series novel–yay! :)

Exposing Justice

About the Book:

Title: Exposing Justice

Series: The Justice Team (#3)

Authors: Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano

Release Date:  July 13, 2015

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Summary:

Fans of the Justice Team Series will love this action-packed third installment!

As a Public Information officer for the US Supreme Court, idealist Hope Denby knows how to spin a story. A journalist at heart, she loves being in the middle of a juicy scoop and has her sights set on future Press Secretary for the White House. When the Supreme Court Chief Justice is accidentally killed in a road rage accident, and a high-profile conspiracy blogger claims it was premeditated murder, Hope has to shut down the paranoid blogger—which should be a slam dunk until she discovers he’s not as crazy as she thought and she has more in common with the secretive, hard-hitting investigator then she’d like to admit.

Cyber resistance against government corruption isn’t just a theory for Brice Brennan on his blog, The First Amendment Patriot. As a former ATF agent who blew the whistle on his superiors, he’s no stranger to government cover-ups and scandals. An anonymous tip on the Chief Justice’s death sends him searching for answers. What he finds is a sexy, young idealist about to blow his private, behind-the-scenes world to pieces.

Brice and Hope couldn’t be more opposite, but exposing justice makes them partners—and puts them on the track of a ruthless killer. As their investigation takes them into the dark underbelly of Washington politics and murder-for-hire, it also takes them into the bedroom where passion erupts and emotional walls crumble. But when the killer makes an attempt on Hope’s life, will Brice be able to keep her safe? Or will blowing the whistle on corruption and greed mean losing the one person he’s allowed himself to love?



I honestly LOVE this series. Each time a new book comes out, I think now this hero and heroine is my favorite! and then another book is added to the series and the list shifts again…

I liked Brice the blogger in the last novel, Cheating Justice when he played the reluctant sidekick/foil to Mitch and Caroline; in his own book, though, he totally brings it. He’s still reluctant–hiding behind blackout curtains in his home, going by the aliasHawkeye, not wanting to get close to or trust anyone–not the members of the Justice Team, and certainly not the overly-enthusiastic, much-too-naive Hope Denby of the Supreme Court’s Public Information Office. But he’s gotten a tip that the accidental death of the Chief Justice might not be an accident, and like it or not, he’s gotten Hope’s attention–and her help.

And the Justice Team’s pulling an assist, darn their Superhero-like souls.

Brice and Hope make a fantastic team–I loved that they started calling each other Bernstein and Woodward (but found it really sad that who those guys are had to be explained–surely that’s not a sign that I’m getting old, right? Just knowledgeable about U.S. history?) They also pull into their investigative team a guy who will surely be a future Justice Team hero, Anthony Gerard, the slain justice’s bodyguard.

An excellent choice, since his investigative skills are stellar, he knows how to handle a gun, and he will obviously make a fantastic hero.

Which is crucial, because I need this series to continue for a loooong time. 😉

Exposing Justice, the third full-length book in the series (there is a holiday novella before it), would work okay as a standalone if you haven’t yet read the rest of the series. You’ll love the relationships between all the team members you’ll see here, though, so I can guarantee you won’t want to stop with just one.

Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A

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Brice Brennan sat alone at his computer watching a blinking cursor. He needed a story. A kick-ass story that no one else had.

And time was running out.

It was only three o’clock in the afternoon, yet he sat in the dark, courtesy of his blackout curtains. Today’s blog had to be up by nine. Fifty-five thousand and sixty-three fans, and six new advertisers, were waiting for it. After he’d exposed the United States’ deputy attorney general and the ATF’s collaboration on a gunwalking scandal recently, his readership had exploded.

His readers wanted scandal. Real journalism, not sugarcoated updates running ad nauseam or ratings-whoring gossip passed off as investigative reporting.


Brice tapped his thumb against his desktop. Three big news stories had flooded the blogosphere today. Each held potential for him, but none yet had generated any calls from his covert, and oftentimes dissident, sources.

Knowledge was power. Once he hit on a story, he became engrossed in it. He wouldn’t let it go until he exposed the truth.

As if summoned by his sheer desperation, his phone rang—the private tip line running through his computer. Brice’s pulse jumped. This could be it. The tip he was waiting for.

“‘The duty of a true patriot is to protect his country from its government.’ This is Hawkeye. Go.”

The Thomas Paine quote was his motto and what he founded the blog on. He recorded all his tip calls through the computer, which meant all of them ran through the speakers since he never used headphones. When you were always alone, what did you need headphones for?

“Hawkeye, this is Lodestone.”

Lodestone was a government employee who seemed to enjoy being Brice’s informant. He’d never said as much, but Brice knew the type. Knew the man had connections Brice could only dream of, and best of all, Lodestone never asked for money. “Go ahead, Lodestone. I’m listening.”

“I have information about the death of Chief Justice Raymond Turner this morning.”

A spurt of adrenaline shot through Brice’s limbs. “The road rage accident?”

“It’s no coincidence that he got held up on that bridge.” A pause—Lodestone deciding how much he could share? “A sensitive case was on the docket for Turner to decide whether the Supreme Court would hear it or not. Look into it. You never know what you might find.”

The line went dead.

Brice disconnected and stared blankly at the screen. If Turner’s death wasn’t an accident…

The screensaver had appeared on his computer. The Patriot Blog’s logo of an eagle. He tapped a key to wake the computer up, ready to start digging, when three loud knocks on his door interrupted him.

The first three were followed by a single knock.

Brice hung his head.

The coded knocks meant only one thing.

The Justice Team had arrived.

Maybe if he didn’t respond, they’d go away.

“Open up, Brennan,” Justice “Grey” Greystone called from the other side.

Brice swore under his breath. If he played possum, pretended he wasn’t even there, Grey would…

“Or I’ll have Mitch pick the locks. Either way, we’re coming in.”

How long was this going to go on?

Jumping up from his office chair, he hustled to the door, unlocked the three deadbolts and doorknob, and cracked the door open two inches.

“I’m not interested, Grey,” he told the leader of the Justice Team standing on his front porch looking like the Federal agent he used to be. Dark clothes, fake smile. Batman in his Bruce Wayne persona. “We’ve already had this discussion. Six times by my count.”

The weak smile on Grey’s lips struggled to stay in place. The man never smiled unless his fiancé was in spitting distance. He was trying to appear friendly and inviting. Mostly, he looked constipated.

“There are perks.” Grey glanced at Mitch, aka, Robin, and nodded.

When all else fails, go to your wingman.

“Like what?” Brice asked, chewing on the side of his thumbnail. “Being shot at? Having to send your girlfriend undercover as a stripper? Oh, yeah, that sounds better than medical insurance and vacation days.” He switched his gaze to Robin. “Oh, and how about being framed for your best friend’s murder? It’s hard to top that as a perk.”

Grey’s hard eyes turned to pure steel. Although the Justice Team’s past operations had all ended successfully, each one had put the members in extreme situations where things could have gone south in a hurry. Brice had been in on one of them in New Mexico with Mitch and his girlfriend, Caroline. Brice was lucky he was still breathing. They were all lucky they weren’t in jail.

Mitch grinned and shoved his way inside. His coat was unzipped and it fell open to reveal a T-shirt that read, I put the Hot in psychotic. He took up residence in Brice’s leather recliner with a big plop and Grey followed. “Jesus it’s dark in here. Are you a vampire or something, Brice?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “As far as perks, you get to look at my handsome face every day, Brice buddy. Best. Perk. Ever.”

Psychotic did not begin to describe Mitch Monroe. Brice left the door ajar and went back to his chair. He didn’t like people in his space. Especially not Batman and Robin.“I’m sure Caroline enjoys that, but it takes more than a pretty face to make me want to give up my blog.”

“You don’t have to give up your blog, right, Grey?” Mitch nodded without waiting for his boss to agree. “Investigating conspiracies is exactly what we want you to continue doing.”

Cyber resistance against government corruption wasn’t just a theory for Brice. The First Amendment Patriot blog was his life. While he valued his privacy and didn’t like to call attention to himself, he had a strong internal sense of right and wrong and had no trouble blowing the whistle on corrupt politicians and government agencies. Others appreciated what he did. Donations to the blog paid his bills and he cared little about material wealth or possessions. As long as he kept his lifestyle lean, he’d be fine.


Grey didn’t look all that happy about Brice keeping his blog “We have nine open cases right now that involve crooked politicians, lobbyists, and potential cover-ups. Your skills and contacts would help tremendously.”

Brice’s ego did indeed like it, too. He was damn good at running his blog, and he’d once enjoyed being part of a taskforce. Lived for his job as an undercover ATF agent. The commendations in his folder had proven his worth, and the team of men he’d worked with had always had his back. Failure had never entered his mind.

Until his boss—his former partner—and the ATF sent him down in flames. The men he’d been closer to than his three brothers turned on each other.

Those days were over. Lesson learned. Never trust anyone.

Facts were more trustworthy than people. Detachment and autonomy were important to doing a good job.Exposing government coverups and bringing dirty cops, politicians, and even heads of the most powerful agencies in the world to heel from the safety of his computer was what he excelled at now.

“I’m no longer a team player.” Truer words had never been spoken. Swinging his chair around to emphasize his point, he turned his back on the two men he had let into his personal circle and now regretted. The safety of his computer beckoned. “I just got a lead on a breaking story, and I’m not coming to work for the Justice Team. Show yourselves out, ladies.”

Behind him, the leather chair squeaked as Mitch stood. An uncomfortable silence followed, complete with strained murmuring—Batman and Robin trying to figure out their next move.

Let ’em talk.

“What story?” Grey asked.

“Chief Justice Turner. The road rage accident that killed him may not have been an accident at all.”

“Murder?” Mitch slapped him on the back. “Make you a deal, Brice, ol’ buddy. You join the Justice Team, and I’ll help you investigate your lead on Turner.”

He was grinning like his offer was an obvious slam-dunk. Brice stood, grabbed Mitch’s arm and hustled him to the door. “I don’t need your help, Mitch, ol’ buddy, and I can investigate Turner’s death on my own.”

Mostly true. If there was anything worth investigating.

Grey stood at the computer, looking at the screen, one hand cupping his chin. “What makes you think Turner’s death was murder?”

“I got a tip from a very reliable source.” Brice didn’t need to prove anything to these men, and yet, the investigator in him liked the credibility. “Claims Turner had a sensitive case on his docket that he was deciding on whether the court would hear it or not. Maybe nothing, but he told me to look into it.”

“Sounds far-fetched to me. The Chief Justice probably had a long list of possible cases for the Court to hear.”

Mitch jerked his arm out of Brice’s hand. “Yeah, and every one of the plaintiffs believes their case is sensitive. It’s going to take a lot of work to dig into each and every one of them.”

A smile—the genuine thing—crept over Grey’s face. “How about I make you a deal, Brice? We help you get Turner’s list and do the digging. Save you a lot of time. If, of course, you help us out with a few of our cases.”

He itched to jump on this right away, but he didn’t need help. What he needed was for these two to leave him alone. “I’ll think about it and let you know my decision in the morning.”

Grey seemed unfazed by his delay. “Fair enough.”

After Batman and Robin left, Brice dropped back into this chair. A few clicks of his keyboard and he had the phone number for the Public Information Office of the Supreme Court.

He’d do his own investigation, like always. If that lead nowhere, he’d consider Grey’s deal.

As the phone rang on the other end, he smiled to himself. Nothing like a good conspiracy to get the adrenaline flowing.


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USA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

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Justin Morgan would happily drown the pain of his injured leg—and the guilt he brought back from Afghanistan—in bourbon. Except, there won’t be any booze if he doesn’t rescue his family’s century-old distillery from financial ruin. The problem? Allie McGrath—youngest daughter of the distillery’s co-owners, and the one woman he can’t have.

Allie has been in love with Justin since…well, she’s always been in love with him. Now he’s home, broken up over the death of her brother, and he needs help. She can fix the distillery—she’s sure of it—but no one’s taking her or her sweet new idea seriously. Convincing Justin is her only hope.

Allie is more tempting than Justin expected, threatening a promise he swore he’d never break. If he can’t keep their attraction under control, there’s a solid chance they’ll send the whole enterprise crumbling to the ground…if he doesn’t crash and burn first.


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I had so much fun reading this book!

I absolutely loved Allie and Justin. I highlighted so many parts that made me laugh out loud (I even snorted unattractively a few times–shhh, don’t tell anyone!)as I was reading; I just couldn’t help myself. The best friend’s little sister troupe can be so much fun, especially when it’s as well done as it is here!

Poor Justin, he tried so hard to resist Allie’s charms, but he really never had a chance…

He put his arm around her as they walked back to the car. He’d reached the two-week mark in his recovery and was down to one crutch. He felt like a new man. The bruise on his chest from the rickhouse fire was just a green-and yellow memory at this point. The freedom to use his arms was electrifying. Especially since he could use the hand attached to one of those arms, any time he wanted, to touch Allie.

He’d turned into a total sap. Allowing himself to touch her was bringing out a level of corny he wasn’t completely uncomfortable with, which bothered the living shit out of him.

He needed to go to the gym. A boxing gym. A stinky, man-sweat-filled, jockstrap-displaying boxing gym. Where he could beat the hell out of a heavy bag and spit and scratch.

After he got Allie back to the camper and cheered her up with strawberries dipped in chocolate and kisses over every inch of her body.

Fortunately for him, Allie didn’t have much luck resisting him either:

She wasn’t sure she could spend the next week or so avoiding talking with him, but she could probably keep things light and friendly and avoid any mention of their embarrassing encounter at the country club. It would all be okay. Really it would. They could hang out, renew their friendship and she could purge herself of this newly reborn attraction. And maybe help lighten his load, because he wa surely carrying some emotional baggage.

Unless she managed to make it worse by losing her mind and groping him or begging him to grope her. In which case she’d just convert to Catholicism and find a convent somewhere.

See? So. Much. Fun.

Allie and Justin embark on an epic roadtrip–seriously, this could not be a more perfect summer read–in a very small camper that naturally puts them in deliciously close contact. They run into all kinds of fun people and situations along the way–the karaoke scene is especially awesome–make a heck of a business team together, and of course, fall in love.

Justin’s brother goes AWOL about two-thirds of the way into the book, and clearly is going to be the hero of his own story. Can’t wait! Oh, and Allie does have a (single!) sister…

Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A-

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Justin tucked the towel around his waist and hoisted himself up onto his good leg, holding on to his crutches with one hand. Allie put a shoulder into his side and an arm around his waist. He tried not to lean on her, he really did. He tried not to put his free arm around her and smell her hair.

“Holy shit, Justin, you’re heavy.”

He couldn’t think about her soft body beneath his, those green eyes staring up at him, all soft and wanting. He was Justin the Buddy, not Justin the Creeper. “It’s because my manly muscles are extra dense. Like Superman, except instead of steel I’m a man of granite.

“You are the most full-of-crap person on the planet, do you know that?” And yet she didn’t pull away. If anything, her hand tightened on his waist.

“Let me go, babe. I can hobble in there under my own steam.”

She let him go, but hovered close by. From the corner of his eye, he could tell she was checking him out. He tried to gimp a little faster to keep her from noticing that his towel wasn’t hanging flat in the front.

They made it to the bathroom, and Allie turned on the faucets to fill the tub. She patted the edge, and he lowered himself to sit, his bum leg sticking awkwardly out into the room. He had to put his hand in hers to steady himself.

She knelt and began unfastening the Velcro strips holding the brace in place.

Jesus, Mary, and Uncle Steve. She was on her knees in front of him, and he was wearing a damned towel. He had a moment of dream déjà vu. A strand of rich honey hair had come loose from her ponytail and curled in the steam rising from the tub. He reached out to tuck it around his finger, but then pulled up short of actually touching her. She was Dave’s kid sister. No touching.

She looked up, something like heat in her eyes that was quickly masked by humor. “Do you want some Mr. Bubble in your tub?”

He actually considered it. She was going to have to help him in and out of the tub. But he couldn’t quite figure out how he was going to casually scoop a handful of bubbles over his semi-stiffy between dropping his towel and getting into the water.

He turned a little, to maneuver his good leg into the tub. He took a breath and grabbed the side of his towel, ready to yank it off.

Allie must have realized the reality of his predicament, because her face was red. She met his eyes with a stricken expression, then dropped her gaze like his groin was an eye magnet.

“It’s just a dick, Sneezy,” Justin said, pulling the towel off Band-Aid-style—all at once, to get the agony over with.

He lowered himself into the water while she cradled his damaged ankle.

She stared at his crotch. And kept staring.

Justin almost reached for the towel again.

“You’re right. It’s just a dick,” she said, once he was settled. She turned to walk out. “I’m going to get started on some work. Holler when you want to get out of the tub.”

“It’s not just a dick,” he called after her. “It’s a really nice dick!”

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Teri Anne Stanley began her writing career with scientific articles—followed by a three-ingredient recipe column, but wasn’t allowed to write naked parts for them—so now she writes romance.

She’s also worked as a fashion designer for female body builders and a sex therapist for rats. In her spare time, she’s a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety of offspring and dogs, she and Mr. Stanley live just outside of Sugartit, which is—honest to God—between Beaverlick and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.

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Never trust a good kisser…

Yoga teacher LeeAnn Walker has no desire to see the unspoilt beauty of her grandmother’s ranch violated by a greedy oil company. But unless she finds the paperwork confirming she owns the mineral rights, that’s exactly what could happen. The worst part? The guy spearheading the whole mess is none other than the hot and sexy stranger LeeAnn just kissed to make her ex jealous.

Jonah Hamilton thought his day was looking up until he found out the gorgeous blonde who kissed the hell out of him is the same stubborn woman he came to town for. And she’s not too happy to find out she might be forced to allow drilling on her land.

But Jonah has a job to do, even if LeeAnn tempts him to turn his professionalism into something much more personal…


Cold air rushed over her as Jonah pulled his hand away and stood up.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out in a hiss.

The slow wink Jonah gave her wasn’t reassuring. But he simply moved around and slipped into the booth next to her. The old padding of the seat dipped a little, and Jonah took advantage of her slight lean toward him by dropping an arm around her shoulders and snugging her in tight against him. A zap of electrical heat distracted her for a moment, but didn’t keep her from uttering an incoherent sound of surprise.

“I need you to do something for me.” He leaned down close enough to her that his breath brushed her cheek when he spoke. “Pretend we’re here on a date, okay?”

“A date?” His nearness made her almost dizzy.

“It might convince him to keep his distance.” He paused for a second before continuing, his voice turning dangerous, “That would best for everyone concerned.”

“Okay.” This time she squeaked. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Yes. Thank you.” That warm, spicy scent surrounded her again, and she surreptitiously tried to breathe it in.

He smelled unbelievably good.

“But if I’m going to be your cover every time you see him, I think you should tell me what happened.” His breath stirred the strands that had slipped out of her ponytail, tickling her ear.

“Later. I don’t want him to hear me.” Leaning forward, she tried to catch a glimpse of Darrell. The bastard.

“Exactly how much of a date do you think we need this to be?” Jonah’s lips brushing across her earlobe as he whispered startled a gasp out of her—and even better, distracted her from looking for Darrell.

“Um…maybe we should go.” Accepting Jonah’s suggestion might end up being more than she had bargained for.

“Or maybe we should show him what he’s missing.” With one smooth motion, Jonah lifted her half into his lap so that her back rested against his broad, strong chest. Brushing her ponytail out of his way, he ran his mouth across the nape of her neck—a light, shivery touch that wiped all other thought from her mind.

A tremor ran through him as he sat back in the seat, pulling her even closer. He might be pretending to be her date, but LeeAnn could feel the very real evidence of his arousal against her thigh.

I shouldn’t encourage him.

He’s only in town because he wants to find a way to allow an oil company to tear up the land I love.

But it might be worth any trouble later if it gave her jerk ex even a moment of dismay to see her with someone else.

A wicked smile flashed across her face. “Okay. For show,” she said, then turned in his arms to kiss him.

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Total adorableness! I loved LeeAnn’s “unconscious yoga habit”–too cute. And Jonah…oh, yes, please. When LeeAnn and her bestie Kylie (heroine of Taming the Country Star ) are having the “which Superman does the hot guy you kissed to make your ex jealous look like” conversation? Fantastic.

“I mean, are we talking the nineteen fifties television Superman? Because honestly?” Kylie pursed her lips and shook her head. “Not so hotso.”

“No. Not that one.” With a nod of thanks to the waitress who had set down their drinks, LeeAnn pulled a menu out of the stack on the table, and, taking a sip of her own unsweetened tea, she narrowed her eyes at her friend. “You know what I mean. Dark hair, blue eyes. Pretty face.”

“So maybe Christopher Reeve’s Superman?” Kylie squeezed a lemon into the drink with one hand and used the other to stir with her straw. “He was pretty.”

LeeAnn opened her menu and stared down at it, but she couldn’t focus enough to even read the options. “Why are we having this conversation?”

“Oh, I’m just getting started. There’s Tom Welling’s Smallville Superman.” LeeAnn’s friend nibbled thoughtfully at her bottom lip. “Too young in the early seasons, but by the end of the series? He’d probably do.”

LeeAnn sighed and shook her head. “You’re insane. You realize that, right?”

“Then there was that guy from Lois & Clark in the nineties. He was totally hot.” She began ticking them off on her fingers. “The Superman Returns guy? Gorgeous. But really, I hope it’s not him, because that’s a stupid movie. Superman is not a baby daddy.”

Amen, sister.

Though he is seriously hot. (And the Superman that Jonah ultimately gets compared to, questionable movie script aside.)

So many fun, LOL-moments (2 words: truck nuts!)–not to mention great chemistry and a seriously hot sex scene (I totally missed the warning that it was a “red hot” Bliss at the beginning–I kept expecting the scene to cut off and was pleasantly surprised when it didn’t!)

The only two parts of the book that I wasn’t crazy about–LeeAnn’s total shut-down attitude about Jonah’s proposition, even though she didn’t bother finding out facts/details about it first (twice at least she went on and on about fracking–without knowing if that was going to be done on her property or evenwhat it is…) and Jonah’s “LeeAnn’s so flaky and irresponsible” attitude got to be a bit old. (Though come to think of it, my LeeAnn pet peeve kind of supports Jonah’s attitude here, but still…) Really, though, these were minor deterrents. The bulk of the book was fun with a side of awesomesauce.

I really enjoyed this book and the series, so far. Fingers crossed that there will be more to come… :)

Rating: 4 stars / B+

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Meet the Author

Margo Bond Collins writes urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.

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