Monday Query – Favorite state visited

April 24th, 2017

I love traveling and getting to new places. So I pose this question this week.

What is the favorite state you’ve visited in the United States?


Sunday Sentiments ~ Maya Angelou quote

April 23rd, 2017


Saturday Selection ~ Fashion, Lies, & Murder by Sibel Hodge

April 22nd, 2017

51shpmooJ5L__SY346_This time a new to me series and author. Looking forward to the mystery.

Here we have book one in the Amber Fox Murder Mystery series and the blurb is below:

Amber Fox has been making too many mistakes, and something’s got to give…

For starters, Amber accidentally shoots Chief Inspector Janice Skipper and gets thrown off the police force. Oops! Then, she accepts a job as an insurance investigator from her ex-fiancé, Brad Beckett. Only Brad thinks they’ve still got unfinished business in the romance department, making for a steamier working environment than Amber counted on. And when fashion designer, Umberto Fandango, goes missing, Amber’s investigative skills are put to the ultimate test. Nothing about the case is what it seems, and to make matters worse Amber’s arch-enemy, Chief Inspector Skipper, is also investigating the disappearance. If Amber wants her old job back, she’s in a race against time to solve the mystery before Skipper does… all the while dodging her ex-fiancé, her own mixed up feelings, and a couple of crazy mobsters.

Who is Umberto Fandango? Is he dead? And can Amber stay one step ahead to stay alive?

(Note: Formerly published under the title “The Fashion Police”)


Check out this book by @sibelhodge if you are looking for a mystery to read. I am looking forward to it.

Friday First Liner ~ Driven by Night

April 21st, 2017

drivenbynight_800Tiarnán Malone sniffed, wiped his hand under his nose, and shifted only to still as his advocate leveled a glare at him.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Fracture

April 19th, 2017

Burke_CF_Fracture LGThis is from the Cottonwood Falls series, Book 2!

Homecomings can be wonderful in breaking down old walls

Once the princess of Cottonwood Falls, Vicki Boshay had exchanged her crown and dresses for a badge and a gun as a deputy in her hometown. Disowned by her family for her decisions she has moved on and carries her head high. One foggy night she’s reunited with a man who lived on the wrong side of the tracks but had always interested her.
Chase Ellery is out of the Army and has come back home. He is shocked to see Vicki Boshay wearing a uniform when she gives him a ride into town. Some memories are harder than others to get rid of and despite the passion arching between them, their past is still there. Will they be able to move on or will it fracture the budding relationship?


Vicki did a double take and pivoted on the soles of her shoes to follow the passing motorcycle with her gaze. “Was that Mrs. Mallery on the back of that bike?” she asked her lunch companion. I never thought I’d see the day when that woman got on a motorcycle.

“Looked like her,” Toby replied. “Who was that driving?”

“Chase Ellery.”

A grunt. “He’s been away a long time.”

She faced her friend, eyebrows up in amazement. “Really? You’re going to talk about being gone so long?”

He grinned. “This isn’t about me. And, how did you know it was him?”

She finished her drink to buy herself time. “I had him in my cop car last night.”

Toby paused, fries almost to his mouth, and raised his brow. “Did you now?”

“Mind out of the gutter, perv. I gave him a ride to town. His truck broke down.” Even as her mouth delivered the information to Toby, her mind happily skipped down the road she didn’t need it to traverse. Being in Chase’s— No way, I won’t do this.

“I see that look in your eye. You want to fuck him.”

“Toby,” she said, glaring at him.

“Was I not supposed to speak so bluntly?”

“Don’t you have your own sex life to think about?”

“I do, thank you. Mellie and I have a great sex life. If you were getting some, you may be happier.”

She scowled. “I’d be happier if you would drop the subject.”

His grin was unrepentant. “I’m sure you would.”

“Have you and the good doc set a date?” She prayed he would take the bait and change topics. Thankfully, at the mention of his fiancée, he swiftly latched onto it.

“Not yet. With her father still suffering from the chemo, she is staying focused on helping as much as she can, as well as running the clinic.”

“I understand. Is Dr. Glazer any better?” I need to stop by and see him.

Worry leached into Toby’s gaze. “No,” he said, sobering. “The cancer has spread.”

“Damn it.” She stretched out her legs. “I’d hoped he was improving.”

“We all did, but this is a very aggressive strain. It’s starting to weigh on her.”

She squeezed his arm. “She’s very lucky to have you in her corner, Toby. Give her my best.” She stood. “I have to go. Are you okay?”

Toby gave her a grin. “Fine here. Meet again soon, yes?”

“Definitely. I’m glad you stuck around.”

“Me, too. Now, go on. I’m calling Mellie, and you don’t need to hear our convo.”

“No argument here.” She walked away with a wave. At the grocery story, she meandered through the aisles, plucking things from the shelves and depositing them in her cart.

A high feminine laugh had her rolling her eyes as she walked around a corner. Chase and one of the Anderson twins. Vicki wasn’t sure which one from the back. Whichever, or whoever it was, leaned close to Chase, no doubt showing off ample cleavage.

He glanced up in that moment, piercing her with those stormy eyes. Her belly tightened as her heart rate accelerated. What’s wrong with me?

His expression was mocking and cold until he dismissed her. When he returned it to the woman before him, his features morphed into raw sexual promise. A look that made Vicki think of nights of unbridled passion.

The jealousy coursing through her shocked her. Okay, it’s official—I need to get some dick because, in no world, should I be jealous of attention another woman is getting. She pushed her cart by and kept her focus on the shelf to her left.

“Hi, Vicki,” the woman said.

She stopped and angled back to the couple standing there. “Hi, Jen.”

“How’s being a cop this week?”

Pasting her patient smile on her face, Vicki replied, “Same as it was last week. The best job I could ask for.”

“Can you believe our Vicki Boshay went and became a cop?” she asked Chase, leaning closer still to him.

Why don’t you just hump him here in the store, so I can arrest you for a public display?

“Nope,” Chase said, voice deep. Once more, he allowed his gaze to meet hers.

Infusing steel into her spine, Vicki held his judgmental stare. “People change.”

“And, sometimes, just the outside does, but the inside remains just as rotten as before.”

She wanted to smack him but nodded. “Very true. Have a good day, you two.” Vicki walked off before she snapped off something inappropriate. Pausing in the cracker aisle, she searched for her craving.

The warning up her spine wasn’t nearly enough. Not even close. She turned her head to see Chase standing there behind her. The hunger that poured through her nearly took her to her knees. Under the artificial light of the store, he appeared even harsher and harder than he had last night. Worn jeans clung to his legs like a lover who never wanted to let go. His cotton tee molded to muscles that didn’t seem to end.

“Something I can do for you, Mr. Ellery?” She flexed her fingers along the Wheat Thins box.

“Just curious as to what your father thinks about you being in the uniform.”

She replaced the box and faced him fully. “Not that it’s any of your business, but the day I joined the academy, he disowned me. Does that tell you what you want to know?”

He stepped closer, bringing with him the pure scent of man and a light hint of sandalwood. “No,” he whispered along her ear as he reached for the box she’d just returned.

Monday Query – Favorite childhood book

April 17th, 2017

Question for the week.



I’m looking forward to reading these answers. Also, is it still a favorite of yours?

Sunday Sentiments ~ Maya Angelou quote

April 16th, 2017


Saturday Selection ~ Whiskey Rebellion by Liliana Hart

April 15th, 2017

518kGLnHQfL__SY346_I’ve had this book for a bit now and each time I see another drop in this series I remind myself I have to start from the beginning. Well, enough putting it off. I’m curling up with Addison Holmes and jumping into her world. This is the first book in the series.



My name is Addison Holmes, and I teach history at James Madison High School in Whiskey Bayou, Georgia. You might be under the assumption that my life went to the dogs when my fiancé left me at the altar for the home economics teacher, or when I got notice that my apartment building was going to be condemned, or even when I was desperate enough to strip to my unmentionables to earn some extra cash. The truth is that I’m pretty much used to disasters following me around on a daily basis, but I could have gone without finding my principal dead in the parking lot of a seedy gentlemen’s club.

After the initial shock of finding my first dead body, which included throwing back shots of Jack Daniels like it was water, I decided to take stock of my life. I was in a desperate situation and if the school board ever found out I’d been a stripper, even a bad stripper, I’d be jobless as well as fiancé-less and homeless. Fortunately, I had a friend who felt sorry enough for me to give me a job doing some surveillance work at her detective agency. Not to mention the fact that I was now able to stick my nose into other people’s business for a good cause, find a murderer, and pick up helpful tips from an incredibly attractive detective.

Come check out my story and be thankful your life is relatively normal.


I’ve been a huge fan of @Liliana_Hart for a while now, her writing always puts a smile on my face. So I’m thrilled to start up a new series (to me) from her.

Friday First Liners ~ Snake’s Salvation

April 14th, 2017

Burke_CF_SnakesSalvation LGThe cold desert air was the harbinger of death.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Harrier’s Healer

April 12th, 2017

Harrier’s Healer FrntRule abiding Naval doctor Alexis Rogets, was fazed by one thing only. The blond commander that she had met two years previous. He owned her dreams.  If only all dreams could become reality. But, rules were rules.

Navy SEAL Scott Leighton hadn’t been able to get the toffee skinned Venus out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her curvaceous body and her siren-like tiger-eye eyes. He knew she was the one…the only one for him the moment they touched. Just like he knows, some rules were made to be broken.

From the Pacific to the Atlantic to Hong Kong and back, Alexis fights her growing attraction while he fights to have a chance.

Well he wasn’t a SEAL for nothing, Scott is determined to make her realize that their destinies are intertwined. She needed him and he—well, she is after all…


He blinked as he realized she was staring at him waiting for a response.  “I’m sorry what?”  I sound like a moron.

“I said you need to take off your shirt.  There is a deep tear and I want to evaluate if you require stitches or not.”

His eyes burned with a heat that could have burned a hole in the hull of the ship.  “Sure, just a sec.”  He began to remove his shirt and couldn’t stop the hiss of pain that slipped out from between his teeth.

Her fingers were there, brushing his out of the way as she searched.  “Hang on, let me look.”  A couple of noncommittal murmurs left her mouth and went straight to his ears and onto his groin.  “This needs stitches.”  She turned her head and found their faces were inches apart.

The busy room seemed to fade away into silence as their gazes bore into each other.  Alexis found herself first and shook her head free of the cobwebs that man put there.  “Take it off.”  She ordered in a brisk tone.

One eyebrow, covered with paint, arched as he said.  “What?”

“Your shirt.  Take it off and I will clean the wound and get someone to stitch you up.”

Oh hell no, I am not about to let you weasel your way out of looking at or touching my body.  “I want you,” that damn hesitation again, “to do it.”

I want you too.  “Why me?  There are plenty of corpsmen who can stitch a wound just fine.  There are other people in here hurt worse than you.”

“I remember how well you took care of Cade, on the carrier in the Caribbean.”  His voice was such a turn-on to listen too.

Alexis remembered.  They had taken them on board after recovering them from the mountains of Belize.  Her previous duty had been on that aircraft carrier.  Now she was in a different ocean and still facing the man that made her tremble.  “Very well,” she said reluctantly.  Only reluctant because she didn’t know how she would respond to touching him, this was why she had planned on having someone else do it.

“You’re not scared of touching me are you Alexis?”  His deep tone purred.

Her eyes flew open wide at his use of her first name, he had never done that before.  It was as if her name was made to roll off his tongue.  While there had always been an attraction between them, never had he before said anything like this.  It was such a breach of protocol.  He would be in so much trouble if she were to report it.  “Why would I be scared?  Did you pick something up that I might catch?”  She sassed him back as she helped him remove his shirt.  Seconds later she tried not at all to be impressed by the massive chest exposed to her gaze.