Where Romance and Suspense Meet
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Where Romance and Suspense Meet
Genre: Romantic Suspense
6 NYT and USA Today Bestselling authors come together to bring you romances guaranteed to make your blood run hot! Only 99c
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~ Roll the Dice by Mimi Barbour
How can she love the guy who shoots her rather than the criminal?
This powerful romantic suspense about two detectives with differing agendas, yet after the same rapist, will grab your attention and keep you riveted. Their continuing conflicts will keep you entranced and their humor will make you laugh. Kai, the bald-headed, blue-eyed, purse-carrying cowboy tries to wrestle control from his new partner, gorgeous yet grumpy Aurora. Right till the shocking end she fights him… and then things really deteriorate.
~ Two Hearts Surrendered by Tamara Ferguson
A Readers’ Favorite Military Fiction Award Winner, as well as an IAN Book of the Year Finalist and New Apple Romance Selection for Excellence in Publishing.
After years of fighting their feelings, Luke Bryant and Kelly Callahan share an enchanting night of passion at her sister’s magical wedding. So when Luke returns home from Iraq as a disheartened wounded warrior, Kelly refuses to give up on him. It’s not about his looks or his tragic past—it’s all about the connection they’ve shared since they were kids. Fate has always meant for them to be together—she’s sure of it. But will that past night of enchantment be strong enough magic for a military hero to finally surrender his heart to the woman he loves?
~ Slow Dancing by Suzanne Jenkins
After a wrong turn in Mobile, Margaret Fisher and her toddler, Ellen are lost. Then, their car breaks down in a small town in front of the garage owned by eligible bachelor, Frank McPherson.
Twelve years later, the peaceful life fifteen-year old Ellen has with her stepfather is threatened when after midnight, a stranger appears at the edge of the woods.
Jealousy, intrigue, and murder strive to tear them apart in this tale of unrequited love.
~ Luke, the Unexpected by Dani Haviland
Brought together by their love of vintage motorcycles, Luke and Holly have more than just an out of tune Indian Chief to deal with. The spurned Tanya wants revenge, and will stop at nothing to hurt Luke and all those he cares about.
~ Missing: The Lady Said No by Jacquie Biggar
The Race is on to find a Killer in the heart of Kentucky horse country
Detective Augustus Grant is faced with his most baffling case to date. Well-respected race horse breeder, John Jorgenson, is murdered in his den days before the Kentucky Derby and the list of suspects is growing.
Complicating matters, Gus’ ex-girlfriend is the last person to have seen the victim alive.
Rebecca Hayes owes the Jorgenson family her loyalty. They gave her a new life after a disastrous affair leaves her alone and pregnant.
With all the evidence pointing in Becky’s direction, will Gus do his duty?
Or follow his heart?
~ Turning Up the Heat by Susan Jean Ricci
Malibu O’Hare and Mark Bouchard are headed towards matrimony, until an old adversary sabotages their plans with a devious scheme.
Targeted next are Mark’s Uncle Clayton and Malibu’s best friend Priscilla. An unfortunate accident forces Clayton and Priscilla to postpone their upcoming wedding, and a criminal investigation is underway.
Contributing to the chaos is the arrival of Malibu’s estranged mother Ronnie O’Hare and her singing partner Javier, a man who’s no stranger to Mark and his beloved mama.
Will the sinister plots continue to succeed, or will love, commitment, and justice prevail?
“Rebecca Hayes, is that you?” a shrill voice carried from the front of the store.
All eyes turned her way, leaving Becky pinned in place like a bug on a board. Her cheeks flared and she cursed her fair coloring as she searched the crowd for the blow horn caller.
A woman left the line, her swanky dress and perfectly coiffed head telling Rebecca who it was before she announced it for the benefit of the store.
“It’s me, dear, Marnie Maples. Remember, we went to school together?” She swayed forward on three inch heels and a fitted black polka dot pencil dress. A matching bandanna, tied in a jaunty bow holding her blond curls away from her striking face, finished the ensemble.
Of all the bad luck.
“Hello, Marnie,” she said, giving in to the inevitable. “It’s been a while.”
The other woman eyed the baby in her arms and gave a sarcastic laugh. “I’ll say. A lot has changed. Who’s the lucky guy?”
Becky froze, her hand automatically covering Sara’s head protectively. “No one you know.” It was true. Marnie had never taken the time to appreciate the man she’d made her husband. They’d married right out of school and it hadn’t taken long for things to fall apart. When Becky first met Gus, he’d been recovering from crushed pride more than a broken heart, but that didn’t help with her jealousy. Marnie could be Marilyn Monroe’s sister; it had intimidated the hell out of her.
“I heard a rumor that you’re living on Balmoral, the Jorgenson spread.” She held up the county newspaper, the Chandlerville Chronicles. The headline read; Horse Entrepreneur Found Dead. “It sounds as though you’ve had some excitement recently?”
The avid curiosity radiating as much from her periwinkle blue eyes as that of the other customers within listening range, made Becky inwardly cringe. Why did people always act like a pack of wolves when they sensed a weakness?
Sara seemed to pick up on her rising anxiety and moved fretfully, her chubby red cheeks warm against Becky’s neck. She patted the baby’s back, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet while trying to pacify the hungry crowd.
“There’s an ongoing investigation. I’m not at liberty to say anything about Mr. Jorgenson’s death.”
“So there is an investigation.” The gleam in Marnie’s eyes turned predatory. “And is my bumbling ex-husband involved?” She ran a blood-red nail along the stem of a snowy white rose. The fresh, earthy scent of the flower shop seemed to turn corrosive and pungent.
Becky gazed desperately toward the cash register, and was relieved to see a space had opened. She angled away from the angry vixen, smiling at the harried looking clerk. “Sorry, Marnie, I have to go. It’s been really nice seeing you again.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Yes,” Marnie chirped to her back. “We’ll have to get together and chat about the old days, sometime. I’d love to find out what my husband saw in you.”
She didn’t just say that.
Rebecca stopped dead in her tracks and swung around on one sneakered heel. “It was ex-husband, as you very well know, Marnie Maples. And we had lots in common. Like how much we detested overbearing, incredibly rude, females.”
The crowd had formed a circle around the two women who stood like combatants in a ring, but if they were hoping for a fight they were doomed to disappointment.
Marnie jutted one elegant hip and smirked, her lips in their matching red gloss puckering in a little moue of amusement. “Hmm, so the kitten spits. Well, there’s no need, darling. I gave him up first.”
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This book has been a revelation to me. In fact, the whole series has worked its spell. I’m writing the fourth and final book for the series now called Sweet Endings and I’ll admit that it’s been bursts of magic mixed in with a hell of a lot of hard work.
Every once in a while, an author begins a new story, and as soon as it starts, the character takes over. This happened to me. I pictured this girl in my mind, a librarian whose personality had to be that of a shy, scared, insecure miss who did nothing when she watches some mob members kill her twin.
After that incident, she needs to change into a person who feels such revulsion for her behavior that nothing matters except that she seeks revenge for the death of her brother. How can she live with herself if she doesn’t?
But how can she – a weak woman who’s never stood up for herself – make it happen?
That’s when the magic starts…
The Mob Tracker Series
NYT & USAT best-selling, award winning author!
What the hell was she doing following her brother, especially at night? Cassidy Santino didn’t do darkness. Not in the slums of a city like Las Vegas when, molasses thick, it threatened and terrified.
Gagging, sweating, she’d reached the end of her backbone. Thoughts of giving up and retreating gobbled up the small amount of bravery still hanging on by a thread, making her hesitate. Then worry for her twin, Raoul, kicked in.
Biting her lip, she eased forward so she could see around the rickety fence into the semi-lit alley behind a big warehouse. A group of men milled about in a circle. Two of them were head-to-head in a heated discussion. Adrenalin kicked in when she saw her brother step out of the circle.
Raoul’s shoulders were hunched in the same way he’d hold himself when their father had intimidated him as a boy. She watched him flinch and start to turn away. Then the man he’d been arguing with let out a bellow, backhanded him across the face and shoved hard. Before she could get her bewildered brain to accept the incident, Raoul went down and the other men crowded in and began kicking him.
Her mind screamed the words, but her voice didn’t connect. It froze. When she opened her mouth fear struck her mute. Though she tried to release her rage, to force sound past the blockage in her throat, not even a peep escaped. She’d never felt so useless in all her sad, ineffectual years. Forcing her limbs to move, she fell forward onto her knees but couldn’t get her leg muscles to function.
Infuriating seconds ticked by as she watched the men work her brother over like he was a soccer ball, rather than a human being.
Movement, shuffling, a voice called out from another direction. “Police. Stop what you’re doing and back away. Get your hands up. Do it now!”
Thank you, Lord! Confidence arrived with the authorities, and Cassi felt a flood of energy. Springing to her feet, she started forward. Before she went two steps, one of the assailants stepped over to Raoul, extended his arm and a gunshot changed the rest of her life. She heard her twin grunt and saw his body jerk.
Fear vanished under her instinctive urgency to get to Raoul. She ran. To help him, save him, give up her life for him. He was all she had in the world, the only one who mattered.
Blinded by grief, unaware of the loud gunplay going on around her, she fell to her knees next to his lifeless form. Before she had a chance to understand the danger, a man dashed out, swept her to the side and covered her with his own body.
“Keep down.” Rough, his hands hurting, he pushed her head under his chest while she wiggled to get back to Raoul. “Stop it. You’ll get us both killed.” His voice, hard and angry, drew her attention. She shook away from his hand and looked at him, trying to explain that the injured man was her brother and he needed help. When their eyes met, the bit of light from the building’s illumination revealed his face.
Deep blue eyes, encircled with a dark outer ring of pure determination, penetrated for an instant, an order clear and visible that only a man in command could produce. Compelled to obey, but overridden by her need to get to Raoul, she kept pushing at him, until she felt him jerk and heard his grunt of pain.
One of those monsters had shot her rescuer. Disbelief overwhelmed and in seconds the relentless fear returned. Imprisoned and helpless, the horror of the moment clawed at her sanity. Surrendering to its magnetic lure, darkness claimed her and she knew no more.
Are you kidding me? It’s more than one book, right? In itself, that makes it harder.
Settling down here….phew! That just came outta nowhere. Sorry, LOL!
But seriously, I’ve been asked that question a lot lately – probably because right now I’m working on The Mob Tracker Series and its 4 books. Books that are all tied together toward one ending – my heroine finding her brother’s killers.
Is it hard to keep on track?
You bet your sweet patoodie it’s hard. I mean talk about saggy middle! You’ve got 4 books with middles and… a series that you can’t drop the ball on either. Each book has to be better than the last so you won’t lose your readers. Especially when there’s a time period in-between that means they have to wait.
My fabulous plans for this set were to have each book follow the other with a pre-order ready at the back so they could click “buy” to be assured they’d get the next book – kind get ‘em while it’s hot sort of thing.
It was a great plan!
Yep –sure was!
Then life kicked me in the butt and it all fell apart. Between my mom’s passing, a summer full of company and various trips that were unexpected, my schedule got all screwed up. Not complaining. That’s life!
Did I deal well with all that extra stress? I’m not sure. One thing I do know – in book #2, my hero losses his mother… hmmm? I guess authors have to handle life’s blows as we write and maybe it was my way to process my tragedy. All I know is this – writing my Undercover FBI standalones – when I finish the story., that’s it.
Not so with the series.
Wanna know a little secret though?
It’s so friggin’ exciting to be able to put my characters through multiple ringers and let them grow past the normal 60K words.
In fact, it’s SWEET!!
Book #3 in the series has just been released called “Sweet Resolution”.
***Book #4 – the final one – is on the drafting table now with release plans for Nov!
How do you feel when you find out a site has pirated your book and is providing free copies to those who frequent their page?
I used to tell other authors that I never minded this happening because I was also giving away thousands of free books myself. It was a way to get new readers and a promotional device most of us used from time to time. Therefore, these people were just helping me spread the word about my work.
There were many who didn’t agree with me on this principle – that the most important tool an author has is exposure. In fact, many were downright fierce about protecting their rights, their income, and I believe, resenting that they were being cheated.
So I kept my thoughts to myself when they complained on the loops and stayed out of the arguments.
Then I read this post by Tim Grahl. It explained exactly what I had tried to share, but much better than I ever could. So take a moment and read his explanation. It might make more sense to you put in this way.
I will add one last thought. I have had notices from Amazon that they found my work, which supposed to be exclusive to Select, elsewhere on the internet. When this did happen, it was annoying and worrying. Both times, I was able to write to the pirating website, asking them to take down my work and then send the copy of my words to Amazon. It seemed to be all they needed, and I heard no more. Truthfully, I suspect that Amazon is aware of these pirating places and realizes, that in some cases, there is no way for an author to know about them or to contact the people. It made me worry less when I realized this.