Archive for March, 2018

Saturday Selection ~ Makeup and Murder by Stephanie Damore

Saturday, March 31st, 2018

Last read for month is Makeup and Murder by Stephanie Damore @stephdamore


Beauty consultant Ziva Diaz is a girl boss who doesn’t back down from anyone. When she’s attacked inside a client’s home and wakes to find a dead body, she gives up the safety of selling lipsticks for the dangerous role of detective. The dead man was her top client’s husband, and it turns out he used his money to buy more than happiness. With suspects piling up, a killer on the loose and her own life threatened, Ziva vows to solve the case and digs her high heels in even deeper. The last thing she expected is finding another dead body or befriending the murderer!

Friday’s First Liners ~ Restitution

Friday, March 30th, 2018

restitution_800Book One of the Theta Corps series

The plip of water, annoying as it may be, beside his head was the ongoing reminder he still lived. The radiating pain coursing through him was the other aide-mémoire he currently  breathed—excruciatingly  as it was to complete the simple task. Calling his situation ‘alive’ fell into the ‘it’s a stretch’ category.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Emerald Myst ~ Tempting Luck Boxset

Wednesday, March 28th, 2018

EBOOK-TemptingLuck_preview.jpegHave you picked up your copy of the Tempting Luck boxset? A collection of stories by a wonderful, talented group of authors.

My story in this set is Emerald Myst.


Emmie Donaghue is heading to Ireland to claim her inheritance. What she gets isn’t at all what she was expecting and isn’t sure she wants. Finn Brannon is immediately enchanted by the flustered American who shows up at the bar. As they work together they grow closer, will a misunderstanding be the end of what they could have? Or will he find a way to keep her in his life?


“So Ireland then is your end destination.”

He didn’t make it a question, but a statement. She gave him a smile in response before settling in deeper to her seat. Part of her hoped he would let it go after that but to no avail. He canted his head as he clicked his seatbelt into place.

“Where in Ireland are you headed?”

“County Kerry.”

“Wonderful, it’s a beautiful place full of lovely people. I’m sure you’ll have a beau or three in no time.”

“I’m not looking for a beau but it’s good to know they are nice there.”

The flight attendants began their preflight demonstration and she released her hair from the ponytail to allow it to settle around her shoulders.

“So you have a beau?”

She closed her eyes against the pain of finding Paul with his whore in her place. “Nope, not anymore.”

“You shouldn’t be single. You will see, lass. There will be men falling over their feet to get to you.”

“Still not looking.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s Ireland. Have you been before?”

“Nope, never been out of the United States.”

“Then why now? Why are you taking this trip?”

“Besides my need for luck and an apparent beau?” A smile accompanied her words.


“I apparently inherited some business, so I’m heading over to see what it is.”

“You will be so happy when you get there, you’re never going to want to leave.”

Tucking the blanket around her, she smiled again. “I hope you’re right.”


* * *


“Oh my God, I need to go home. That old man was wrong, so damn wrong.”

She stood with her luggage at her feet staring up at the establishment that was hers now. The village name was Dunphy. Dung heap in her mind and that extended to the state of her business.



Tuesday Teaser ~ A Knight’s Vow

Tuesday, March 27th, 2018


She lifted an eyebrow in his direction. “They are states, you know, as in the fifty states? America? Land of the free, home of the brave. That United States. That’s where I’m from. I was out camping; that’s why I was by the stream. Just like I said, I was doing that near my home. Let me ask you something, now. Can you tell me where I am? And, what year is it?” She worried her hands, and her lip, she rolled in her teeth.

“This is England. It is the year of our Lord eleven hundred and three.”


Is he shitting me? What the fuck is going on here?

Her cool façade vanished, slipping faster than a bobsled headed down its icy course. “Eleven hundred and three? England?” Her voice rose sharply. She stood with a jerk, the heavy chair skidding away behind her. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I belong in the twenty-first century, not…what is this one…the…the…the twelfth one. I’m not even on the right mother fucking continent, for cryin’ out loud!” She started pacing, heart pounding in time with her steps. Suddenly, she spun to face him. “This is a joke, right? Someone put you up to this?”


Sunday Sentiments

Sunday, March 25th, 2018

sunsen5Always bear in mind that your own resolution to success is more important than any other one thing. ~Abraham Lincoln

Saturday Selection ~ Luke by Barbara Freethy

Saturday, March 24th, 2018

Luke by @BarbaraFreethy is my read for this week.


Luke Brannigan lives for the adrenaline rush, which makes his job as a filmmaker of extreme sporting adventures the perfect career choice. He loves to travel the world, risking life and limb to capture the most amazing shot. Some might say he’s running away from something or someone. When Luke’s billionaire father Colin Brannigan dies unexpectedly, Luke is shocked to receive title to the mountain lodge where his parents first met. Having been estranged from his father for years, Luke has no idea why his dad picked him to inherit this very personal piece of property, until he realizes the pretty blonde manager is Lizzie Parker, his former college girlfriend. Luke and Lizzie have an emotional and heartbreaking past, but will they have a future? Will love be Luke’s greatest adventure yet?

Friday’s First Liners ~ With This Ring

Friday, March 23rd, 2018

WTR_AB LGBook One of the Denim & Spurs series

Lunch hour maintained the same horrid monotony from day to day and year to year. Samantha kept her head down and searched for a spot out of the line of fire. She was on her own today, which made her a bigger target. Some days it worked. Most it didn’t. From the looks and sounds of things, this was going to be most days.

New Release ~ Wednesday Whisper ~ Code Name: Sleeper

Wednesday, March 21st, 2018

PROMO_CodeNameSleeperNEWHappy Wednesday. I know it’s been a while since I’ve tossed up a Wednesday Whisper but as today is my release day for Code Name: Sleeper figured I would roll two into one. *grin*

I know people have been waiting for Michael and Lisa’s story after having met them in Code Name: Papa. And it took a while but here they are.



You can’t always let go of the past, sometimes you don’t want to…

Michael Whyte has been branded a traitor to his country. He’s betrayed those closest to him all in the line of duty. When the plan starts to come to fruition he breaks out of prison and goes to one woman who will either help him, or kill him.

Lisa Rockers has moved on with her life since leaving EGIS. Or so she thought. Everything changes one rainy night when the man she’s always loved but who betrayed not only her but also everything she believed they stood for, returns. After hearing him out, can she let him deal with this unbelievable story he tells her alone? Or is she willing to risk it all for him.


A cup of coffee accompanied her treats and two cops strode in as she paid. The men nodded at her and she returned the gesture. Shoving her change in the pocket of the rolled-up sweats she wore, she eyed her donut with a ravenous hunger.

Damn donuts.

Toasting the attendant with her coffee, she strode back out into the deluge. The all-important donuts she retained beneath her shirt, she juggled her keys and coffee. Ignoring the rain streaming down her skin, she started her truck. As she paused, she ate a donut and put the cup in its holder. One immediate need soothed, she sucked the final frosting from her thumb then shifted into gear. Going right out of the lot, she drove to SoDo, named for its location. South of Downtown.

Locating an empty place, not with any close corners or lingering cars, she parked and killed the engine. As she unbuckled her belt, she put her fingertips on three specific areas then slid open a storage area top and grabbed two items. She hopped out in the rain and moved to the tailgate, body humming with energy.

She lowered it and clicked on her Maglite, spilling its illumination across the bed to the tarp against the cab.

“Whoever you are, I have a 9mm loaded with hollow points aimed at you. Come out, extremely slowly, showing me your hands at all times. And do not make me repeat myself.”

She inched slightly to the right, continuing to remain in a great shot line. The second the tarp began to move, it was all there was in her world. No rain. No anything but her and the potential threat to her life.

Her heart pounded hard in her ears, but her hands never wavered. Not until the removed tarp allowed her light to shine on the stowaway kneeling in the bed of her truck.

Michael Whyte.


Tuesday Teaser ~ Autumn Frost

Tuesday, March 20th, 2018



Simon Frederick dropped his grape Crush as he hit the brakes, fishtailing all over the narrow two-lane road. His tan Bronco with its beige trim shuddered, shook, and stopped barely moments before he hit the capped woman who’d just come barreling out of the woods.

Killing the engine, he hopped out, shaking off the spilled soda and hastened to the front where he no longer saw her. She lay in a heap, blood streaming down one side of her head. The ballcap no longer there, exposing thick waves of blonde hair that had matted blood in it.

“Ma’am?” he asked lunging toward her only to be brought up short by the sudden appearance of a large black dog with tan markings who appeared from the same direction she had. His canines gleamed in the rapidly fading light of day.

Simon couldn’t hear any growling but he had no doubt in his mind this dog was ready to protect her. With another swift glance at the head wound, he gazed at the canine then continued to where he could sink down by the woman.

“Bite me if you will, I have to see.” He ripped his shirt off and balled it up to where a clean part was there and pressed it against her cranium.

Her eyes fluttered open and he found himself captivated by a pair of dark hazel eyes. Holy shit.

“Run,” she said, voice barely discernable. “Run.” Despite how faint her tone was, he couldn’t avoid noticing how her words were lined with raw fear.

“What happened? How did you get hurt?” He checked the wound and put pressure back on it. “Can you move?”

“Have to. Keep moving, they’re coming. Guns. Coming. They’re coming.” Her eyes closed and her entire body sagged into the road.

She was unconscious.

He went into military mode, years of training kicking in. Guns. Coming. And a woman running from them. This couldn’t be anything good. Simon scooped his arms beneath her and got to his feet.

Burke_AutumnFrost LG

Sunday Sentiments

Sunday, March 18th, 2018

sunsen5To freely bloom — that is my definition of success. ~Gerry Spence