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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?
Excerpt from Missing: The Lady Said No by Jacquie Biggar
“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.”