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Heartbeat by Belinda Williams

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Title: Heartbeat
Series: Hollywood Hearts Book 3
Author: Belinda Williams @bwilliamsbooks
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 4, 2017
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GOOD GIRLS DON’T KISS AND TELL. UNLESS THEY’RE CAUGHT IN THE ACT…

HeartbeatTwenty-one-year-old Chloe Kemp knows it’s not easy growing up in the celebrity spotlight. Unlike other child actors, Chloe’s determined to hold onto her squeaky clean reputation. So far that’s been easy because she really is as sweet and innocent as the media portrays.

Until a video of her in bed with the lead singer of a famous rock band is released online. Only nothing happened. Not that anyone will believe her…

Nor will anyone believe she was in bed with the wrong rock star. Chloe’s fallen for drummer, Gabriel da Silva, and she’s heartbroken she’s ruined her chances with him. Or is it possible he’s fallen for Chloe’s sweetness?

When Chloe is sent incriminating images, it becomes apparent someone is following her with the intention of ruining her reputation as well as her relationship with Gabe. If Chloe wants her career to survive, and a shot with Gabe, is it time she grows up and trusts her heart?
 

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We lay back and I listened to the water lapping at the hull as we floated along. The yacht tipped as we were pulled down gently into the swell and the motion caused me to slide toward Gabe. As we bobbed up again I realized we were so close that all I had to do was reach out my pinky to stroke the back of his hand. I lay there paralyzed, my heart in my throat, while I willed myself to have the courage to reach out that fraction of an inch to touch him.

Then, in a movement so smooth it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world, Gabe twined his fingers through mine.


“Do you like it out here?” he asked.


I nodded, trying to ignore the way my fingers tingled and my hand throbbed from our contact. “I love the sense of freedom,” I managed.


“Tell me about it. All those hours I clocked up? Coming out here was like therapy when the band made it big.”


The yacht rolled over another large swell and shifted us so we were pressed together. “You don’t like the fame?” I asked casually, even though my arm against his made it feel like my whole body was on fire.


Gabe put his other hand behind his head and I did my best to avert my eyes when his T-shirt rode up and revealed a tanned, taut strip of his abdomen.


“Do you?”


His question caught me off guard. “Huh?”


His mouth quirked like he knew what I’d been thinking. “Do you like the fame?”


“I wouldn’t say I like it, but I’m used to it. You’re not, are you?”


“A bit more now. At first, being out here on this yacht was the only place I still felt like myself.”


“Gypsy Hour’s popularity happened quickly, didn’t it?”


“Not according to Levi and Johnnie. They were doing gigs and cutting singles for almost seven years before I met them.”


“Hang on. Weren’t you always in the band?”


“Nope. And I thought you were a fan.” He nudged me gently with his shoulder.

“Levi approached me one night when I was playing at a gig. Back then I was in a few different bands and played around LA regularly. He told me their drummer had just left. Something about a difference of opinions with Johnnie if you can imagine that.” His wry grin told me he could imagine exactly that. “Anyway, a few months later one of our singles made it big and I was officially in a famous rock band.”

“Wow. I had no idea it was like that for you.”


“Right place, right time.”


“It’s always like that with fame,” I told him. “Too often success comes down to that one lucky moment.”


Gabe propped himself up on his elbow but didn’t let go of my hand. Those beautiful gray eyes regarded me seriously. “You really believe that?”


“Absolutely.”


“But you’ve been working at acting since you were a kid.”


“Yes, I have, and I’ll keep working hard, but the thing I learned early on was luck plays a huge part. Mama’s connections got me started easier than most. It allowed me to pick up a few commercials when I was kid. What people didn’t see were the hundreds of auditions I went to for television pilots that I didn’t get. And the one I did get? I got the part on School Daze because the director had been on the crew for one of the commercials I’d done. Simple as that. I wasn’t necessarily more talented, cuter, or more professional. I was just lucky.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No, why would it?”


“Because don’t you want it to be your hard work that got you there?”


I looked down at our hands and my pale skin against his tanned complexion. We were so different, in more than just our looks. Fame had always been part of my life but it was new to Gabe and I sensed in him an unease that I was only just beginning to understand.


“When Gypsy Hour made it big you didn’t feel like you deserved to be there, did you?” I asked him.


Gabe shrugged and cast his eyes to the horizon. “Maybe.”


“But you had been working hard—in other bands. If you hadn’t, Levi wouldn’t have seen you and approached you.”


He let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, that’s true, I guess.”


I took in his profile. He had a regal quality that I liked. Unlike Johnnie, who was all bravado, Gabe’s confidence was quiet, but maybe a little less self-assured than I had first thought.


“How old are you?” I asked.


My question seemed to break Gabe out of his reverie and he met my eyes. “Twenty-eight. Why?”


“And how long have you been drumming?”


“Since I was eleven.”


“So you’ve been playing drums for . . . ” I did the math in my head. “Seventeen years. I’d say that makes you very experienced.”


“More experienced than you.”


Oh boy. Those few words changed the tone of our easy conversation into something a whole lot less easy, and I swallowed.

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Belinda Williams authorBelinda Williams is a marketing communications specialist and copywriter who allowed an addiction to romance to get the better of her. Her other addictions include music and fast cars. Her writing hasn’t paid for a Lamborghini just yet, so she’ll have to settle for her son’s Hot Wheels collection and writing hot male leads with sports cars. Belinda lives in Sydney, Australia.

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Need You Now by Dei Araujo

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Title: Need You Now
Author: Dei Araujo
Genre: Romantic Suspense

 
Cover_NeedYouNowNothing compared to the horror Amaranth Wallace felt upon discovering her babysitter beaten and her autistic son missing. To get him back, she must put all her faith in her ex-lover, the very man she vowed to avoid forever.

One steamy and mind-blowing night with Amaranth and Nicholas was hooked. But when she chose his half-brother over him, Nicholas turned his back on her and love. Now fate has brought them back together, and Nicholas must revisit old wounds that run deep with the woman who broke his heart.

Can Amaranth and Nicholas put their torrid history aside to find her son and get a chance at love?

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“Why are you here?” she asked, ignoring the little jump of her heart at the sight of him.

“Really, Am? We’re going to do this? Me, out in the hallway as if I was some vampire begging to come in just so I can bite that delicate little neck of yours?”


“Sorry, I prefer werewolves,” she replied with a smirk before attempting to close the door in his face. Irritated, she looked down and saw he used his foot as a stopper.


“Cute. Have it your way.” He stood his ground. Amaranth wanted to let him stay right out in the hallway, but he was right. She didn’t want anyone privy to their conversation, so she stepped away to let him enter.


“Come in,” she relented and inhaled his clean scent as he walked past her to the center of the room. His presence filled the tiny space as he looked around, turned and laid those gorgeous hazel eyes on her. God, would she ever stop feeling as if the very sight of him was like a vacuum sucking the air from her body? She willed her pulse to slow its rapid hammering. He was still devastatingly handsome with his ink black wavy hair and eyes that couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be amber or green. They regarded her even now with some sort of emotion that bordered on anxious and apologetic.

 

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AuthorPhoto_NeedYouNowDei Araujo knew she wanted to be a writer at the age of 11 after writing a short story that drew a raucous response from her dad. Her love for romance came through her mother who encouraged Dei’s voracious appetite for reading. She went on to win writing awards in high school to include a first-place award for poetry in honor of her father who served during the first Gulf War.

After graduating from the University of Southern Mississippi with a degree in Journalism/News Editorial, Dei was commissioned in the Air Force as a public affairs officer where she utilized her skill as a writer to tell the Air Force story. Her military career took her all over the world and exposed her different cultures and people.

While serving as an Air Force reservist, Dei completed her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill University and rediscovered her voice as a romance writer. She’s living out her real-life love story in beautiful Miami, Florida, with her soulmate, and their four rambunctious boys.

Need You Now, a romantic suspense, is her first novel and the first in the Love’s Paradise series.
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Straight to Hell by Jane Hinchey

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Title: Straight to Hell
Series: Hell’s Gate #1
Author: Jane Hinchey
Publication date: October 31st 2017
Genres: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Everything you think you know is about to change.

StHMy name is Lucifer. You can call me Lucy – I’m also known as the Devil and Satan, though why my idiot brothers came up with those nick names is beyond me. I’m a Guardian Angel and I run Hell. Yup, I’m the CEO.

Hell is easy. Hell runs like a well-oiled machine. Punishment befitting your sins is carried out and once your sentence is done, voilà, you get to go to Heaven. Simple. Easy.

Until suddenly there’s a blip on the radar. A breach. Some numb nuts on earth is trying to open a portal to another dimension. A very bad, very terrifying, very deadly dimension. So instead of my simple life in Hell, I end up earth side, where nothing is as it seems, looking for the soul stealing monster, avoiding the grumpy angel sent from Heaven and finding out my brothers Michael and Gabriel are twats. That last part’s not true – I’ve known they were twats all along.

With an unexpected fondness for my new human friends as a distraction, and my demonic presence stirring up a shit show of epic proportions, all I want to do is go back to my peaceful life in Hell. But someone has to save the world. It may as well be me. 

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      “Ummm. Lucy?” Ashliel stepped in beside me, electronic clipboard in hand.
      “Yes, Ash?” I knew she had a long list of requests, meetings, messages. As CEO of Hell, my days were busy. I’d built my torturous dimension to great heights over the last few hundred millennia.
      In the last two hundred years alone, attendance of lost souls entering Hell has risen over two hundred percent, and that number looked to be on the rise. There’s a man who wants his punishment of having a buzzard constantly pecking his eyes out to be lessened, a man whose memories have been wiped and he wants to know who he was, and a woman who wants to warn her sister on Earth about the afterlife.” She spoke fast, knowing my time was limited.
      “Buzzard man, no can do. This isn’t a negotiation. His punishment was set when he entered Hell. He knows this. Deny future requests. Memory man…good point, how can he atone for his sins if he can’t remember them? See to it that his sinful memories are returned. Only his sins, mind you. And no to the woman who wants to warn her sister—they get plenty of warnings. It’s not like this place is a secret.”
      Ashliel’s fingers flew across her clipboard. By the time we reached my offices, she was done. Before stepping out of the glass box I looked down, into the fiery pit where the most heinous of sinners resided. It was eerily beautiful from this vantage point. Sighing, I turned my back on the bubbling pit of fire and exited the elevator, stepping into the opulence of Hell HQ.
      I greatly admired the skyscrapers on Earth and had modeled Hell HQ on them. Over two hundred floors, soaring high into the red and orange sky, built from gleaming black marble. My offices took up ten floors alone; the very top floor was my penthouse. Yes, I lived in luxury, but I damn well earned it. Running Hell was hard work, never a moment’s peace. And now this. A breach. It niggled me. Security was tight. It couldn’t have come from the pit; I was just there. Had it come from one of the cell blocks housed on the other side of Hell HQ?
      I crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out on the cells. Row upon row of fiftystory skyscrapers, all housing sinners. They spanned as far as the eye could see, each one providing different levels of punishment. Wingless Demons patrolled the streets, their black skin and red eyes clearly identifying them. Their winged counterparts took to the skies, massive wings spanning over twenty feet, soaring around and around the buildings. Who could escape this? That is if the breach had even come from Hell in the first place. Earth was my brothers responsibility. They were charged with watching over the humans. I was annoyed I was being dragged into it, yet I liked the humans. I didn’t want to see them destroyed by some other dimension creature. Not if I could stop it.
      A ding on Ashliel’s clipboard caught my attention. I arched a dark brow at her.
      “You have a delivery.”
      “Probably from my brothers.” I sighed. Had they heard the news and were already poking fun?
      “They might have sent something nice,” Ashliel suggested, ever hopeful.
      “Knowing my brothers, I doubt it.”
      Stepping through the glass doors into my office, I spy a huge gift-wrapped parcel on my sleek black desk. Here we go.
      “Thank you, Ashliel. That will be all.” I waited for Ash to leave the room, then approached my desk cautiously. What were they up to? Gabriel and Michael were archangels like me, but when Father chose me over them to head up the Hell Division, to say the boys were a little prickly was an understatement. We hadn’t spoken in over a hundred years. Why now? Today? Were they connected to the breach? Did they instigate it? I wouldn’t put it past them. They’d do anything to see me fail.
      Hoping I was wrong, and that maybe, just maybe, the box on my desk was an olive branch, I tore open the wrapping and cautiously opened the lid. Inside was a single piece of paper. On it was written the name, “Emily Barlow.” Who the hell was Emily Barlow? Was she a lost soul? I reached to pull the paper from the box, but the whole thing went up in flames. Great.
      With a wave of my hand I put out the flames and cleaned the debris from my desk before crossing to the giant screen across the room, one so big that I had to stand in front of it, or if I preferred, recline on the leather couch a few feet away. I could split the screen into hundreds of smaller screens and monitor Earth and Hell at the same time if I so chose. This time I raised my hand and halved the screen, keeping an eye on my own dimension on the left, and scanning through files searching for Emily Barlow on the right. There were several humans with that name and I flicked through until one caught my eye.
      There. Emily Barlow. Human. Alive. Her dossier flashed across the screen, a mini movie of her life so far. She was young, a teenager, seventeen and a high school student, blonde hair, blue eyes,
pretty. She was a bossy little thing, liked to be involved in community events and social activities at school. She wanted a career in Public Relations or the Media. As I watched, the screen glitched, froze, then resumed. Emily was in a graveyard. Something was there with her. Something dark. I leaned forward, watching intently as Emily was clasped in a tight embrace, held for a matter of seconds, then let go. Glowing red eyes looked up, directly at me. Then it was gone, leaving Emily’s body on the ground drained of life.
      The screen flickered, a brief moment of static, before settling again. This time I no longer saw Emily, but a man. He was sitting at a table, one hand resting on the table, palm up, and in the center of his palm a deep azure blue rock. He sent the message. Did he mean to send it to me I wonder? His eyes sprang open and he flopped back in his seat as if exhausted. I looked into his eyes, magnified the screen so it focused on his face. A very handsome face: strong jaw covered in a light beard, full lips that held my attention for slightly too long. I wondered what they looked like when he smiled.
      Then I wondered…
why am I wondering about his lips? Okay, seriously, he’s a human, I scolded myself. But it had been a long time since I’d…you know. Had any fun in that department.
      Maybe a dalliance with a human would take my mind off the stresses of running Hell. As much as I loved my job, I’d yet to have a vacation. I shifted my attention from his kissable lips to his eyes. A
combination of hazel and gold, they were striking with their dark lashes. And the way he was looking directly into the screen, it was as if he were looking right at me.
      Decision made.

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Dark Justice by Jenna Ryan

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Title: Dark Justice
Author: Jenna Ryan
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: October 23rd 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

 
DJAfter attempting to help the FBI expose a ruthless weapons and drug dealer, Owen Fixx, Amber Kelly enters the Witness Protection Program. Unfortunately, her sister, who was once married to said drug dealer, is forced to join her—key word, forced. When Rachel grows tired of their new life and runs off with a local man, a nightmare ensues for Amber.

The only person who can help her is Gage Morgan, an edgy former police officer. The mysterious and compelling Gage must convince Amber that he is not only on her side, but he is also her best bet to stay alive.

Amber wants her sister back. What she doesn’t want is to be attracted to her sexy new protector. But in the haunted Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, desire trumps logic. And it leaves a smoldering trail for Fixx’s gunmen to follow.

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      “I just want to be sure. I want you to be sure. You want to find Rachel. Help her. But you need to be absolutely certain that her cry for help is genuine and not a ploy to draw you in.”
      Arms folded, Amber tapped her elbows with her palms.
      “Rachel’s not working with Fixx. I know my sister. Her voice wobbles when she’s frightened. She can’t fake it. I’ve seen her try. She’s a crappy actor, and I heard a distinct wobble.”
      “Maybe she’s been practicing.”
Amber hissed in a breath. “Stop doing this. Rachel’s not involved, beyond the fact that she’s been kidnapped. What surprises me is that she hasn’t used her wiles on the men who are holding her. She has amazingly effective wiles.”
      “Maybe not all the people holding her are men.”
      “We know at least one of them is. We’ve talked to him. She’d need only one to succumb.”
      “Trade six hundred K for hot sex?” Gage moved toward her. “Could be a hard sell. Lucky for you, I’m not motivated by money.”
      “And I’m not swayed by kisses.”
      “Hot kisses,” he corrected, still closing.
Scorching hot, but she didn’t intend to admit it. Or let him get any closer. She circled a small table. “Don’t push me, Gage,” she warned. “I fight dirty when I’m backed into a corner.”
      “I’m not backing you anywhere.”
      “You’re walking toward me and the door’s behind you.”
      “Guns are behind you. Loaded and within easy reach.”
He kept his eyes fixed on her and made her throat go dry. “You want me to stop, all you have to do is say no. Otherwise…” Reaching out, he trapped her hand and eased her up against the wall. “We need to get this out of the way so both of us can think. Because right now, we’re going in circles.”
      He was right. This was wrong, but Gage wasn’t. The circles he’d mentioned were spiraling inward and making her dizzy. She couldn’t think when she was off balance. And, God help her, he had the sexiest mouth she’d ever seen.
      “Tell me to stop, Snowbird, if that’s what you want.”
      She felt his breath on her face, inhaled the scent of soap and leather and man. “You’re the scariest bodyguard I can imagine, Gage Morgan. I truly think I’d have been better off with Sydney Greenstreet. Or FBI Sidney for that matter.”
      Taking hold of his jacket, she touched her tongue to her upper lip and watched his eyes begin to smolder. “Word of warning, pal. There’s a side of me you know nothing about. Back in college, I learned how to make men beg.” A slow smile curved her lips as she tugged him closer. “You’re in serious, serious trouble.”

 

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JennaJenna Ryan was born in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, but spent her childhood in several different areas of the country.

She began creating stories before she could read. Growing up, romance alone had a strong appeal, but as it turned out, romantic suspense was the perfect fit. After all, what could be better than adding the darker elements of a mystery to a romantic relationship? And, oh, the fun of those secondary characters.

Over the years, she has worked in several different industries, including modeling, interior design and travel, however, writing has always been her passion – even if she didn’t go about it in the usual way. She earned a degree in Creative Writing from the University of Victoria in British Columbia and currently lives in a semi-rural setting fifteen minutes from that city.

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Stories Untold by Leslie Wolfe

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Title: Stories Untold
Author: Leslie Wolfe
Genre: Thriller, Suspense

A Gripping, Suspenseful Thriller

SU-Full_400x600Can a psychologist, still grieving the loss of her husband, save a traumatized war veteran who is planning his own death? Stories Untold explores the devastation of loss, the struggle to find meaning in life, and the enduring power of love that transcends boundaries between past and future.

They’re both strong and fearless, determined, relentless.
He’s a decorated war veteran and he wants to die.
She’s a prominent psychologist and she won’t give up on him.

When a suicidal client seeks her help, Dr. Angela Blackwell cannot turn him away, despite the fact that he isn’t seeking the kind of help she normally provides her clients. The man, who won’t fully identify himself, wants the distinguished psychologist to stand witness after his planned death in six months’ time, ensuring his wife will not be charged as an accessory or be hindered from collecting the death benefit he carefully provisioned for her. He calls himself DJ and won’t willingly share anything about his past.

As Dr. Blackwell is struggling to reconstruct her own life after the loss of her husband, she recognizes his unusual request as a subconscious cry for help and embarks on a relentless effort to guide the reluctant stranger in uncovering the trauma that has permanently altered the course of his existence. Playing a deck of cards stacked high against her and rushing against time, she has no other option but to intervene, pushing the ethical boundaries of the doctor-client relationship and refusing to give up.

An astonishing, vibrant story of human strength and frailty, of love lost and love found, the Stories Untold saga will captivate as few stories ever do, with unexpected twists and turns, leaving a lasting memory ingrained into the essence of the reader’s being.

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Dr. Angela Blackwell couldn’t bring herself to turn on the lights, although darkness had almost completely engulfed the living room, forcing her to abandon her reading glasses on top of the book lying open on the windowsill. In the deep twilight, she could still see the ocean waves foaming as they broke against the Pacifica shore, a good 200 feet below her terrace. Yearning for their soothing sound and the salty smell of the ocean breeze, she wrapped the cardigan tighter around her supple body and pulled open the terrace door.

She stopped in the doorframe and inhaled deeply, savoring the salty taste of the misty air as it touched her lips. Fog was rolling in from the sea in large clumps of restless cotton, soon to engulf the house in white silence, hiding the ocean view from her blurry eyes. She stepped outside and stood by the guardrail, keeping her gaze fixed on the horizon line, barely visible in the deepening crepuscule and the dense fog.


She closed her eyes and let herself feel the drizzle touch her face. Tiniest droplets of liquid chill she welcomed to take away the burning sensation in her forehead, to camouflage the tears that welled up in her eyes. After a while, the coldness of the mist reached her bones and sent a shiver down her spine. She shuddered and walked back inside, wiping the moisture off her face with the back of her hand.


She stopped at the fireplace and rubbed her hands in front of the dancing flames, pushing the sadness a little further from her heart. Seeing the bright colors of the lively fire, enjoying the dry warmth, after being outside, helped her chase the shadows away. When she was sure of herself again and felt confident her voice wouldn’t betray her, she grabbed her phone and dialed one of the only two starred numbers stored in her favorites list.


Waiting for Shelley to pick up, she put the phone on speaker and checked the time. It was late, almost eight-thirty, and that meant well past eleven at night on the East Coast. She knew her daughter well; if she’d gone to bed, her phone would be on silent, and she wouldn’t risk disturbing her sleep.

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Leslie WolfsBestselling author Leslie Wolfe is passionate about writing fiction, despite spending a significant number of years climbing the corporate ladder. Leaving the coveted world of boardrooms for the blissful peace of the Florida-based “Wolves’ den,” Leslie answers one true calling: writing.

Leslie’s novels break the mold of traditional thrillers. Fascinated by technology and psychology, Leslie brings extensive background and research in these fields that empower and add texture to a signature, multi-dimensional, engaging writing style.
Leslie released the first novel, Executive, in October 2011. It was very well received, including inquiries from Hollywood. Since then, Leslie published numerous novels and enjoyed growing success and recognition in the marketplace. Among Leslie’s most notable works, The Watson Girl (2017) was recognized for offering a unique insight into the mind of a serial killer and a rarely seen first person account of his actions, in a dramatic and intense procedural thriller.

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“Leslie Wolfe knows how to blend advanced technological data with powerfully written human behavior responses and the result is a novel that few will want to put down once the story begins.” – Grady Harp

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Vengeance by Belle Ami

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Title: Vengeance
Author: Belle Ami
Series: Tip of the Spear Book 2
Genre: Romance, Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Publication Date: September 12, 2017

A Mossad agent will do anything to rescue his kidnapped wife and to stop a terrorist plot to blow up a nuclear facility.

 
vengeanceVengeance is a sexy thriller teeming with romantic suspense. A well-researched tale, scary in its possibility, packed with excitement, it will leave you breathlessly turning pages.

Layla Wallace Hassani is living her dream, curating a major art exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. She has it all, a fabulous career, the perfect marriage and the perfect child. She’s madly in love with her husband Cyrus Hassani, a Mossad agent, and lives in Tel Aviv with their four-year-old daughter Cerise. Her life takes a disastrous turn when she’s kidnapped by Iranian terrorists during the bombing of a restaurant in Manhattan. Chained to a bed at a remote location, Layla is a pawn in a deadly game. She’s the bait to lure Cyrus to his death.

Driven by vengeance and a love that knows no bounds, Cyrus will do anything to rescue his wife and stop the terrorist’s plot to blow up a nuclear facility. Teaming up with the FBI he’s the only man capable of stopping a bombing that would result in the deaths of millions of people. Filled with vengeance, stopping the terrorists is his goal, but saving Layla is his mission.

Layla knows her Superman, Cyrus, is coming to save her. She also knows, unbeknownst to him, that by doing so it will mean the death of their child. Caught in a mousetrap, she struggles to find a way out of her deadly situation and to fend off the sexual advances of the kidnapper terrorist who’s fallen in love with her.

Layla must make a choice, save her child or sacrifice herself and her marriage. The clock is ticking.

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Twelve a.m.

The persistent ring of a cell phone wrenched him awake. Their bodies were entangled in the sheets with Cass’ cheek pressed against his chest. He reached blindly for the phone. With his eyes closed, he brought it to his ear, and answered with a groggy, “Hello.”


A half-beat of silence. “Where the hell is Agent Saladino?”


Shit, we’re fucked. He looked at the phone, cringing when he saw the initials, JC. “Hold on, sir. I’ll get her.”


“Is that you, Agent Weiss? Why are you answering Cassandra’s phone?”


He struggled to find a reply. “Uh, I’m sorry, sir. I thought it was mine. We were just going over some case work, and Cass went to make some coffee. Both our phones were on the table, and I grabbed it by accident.” He tried to make light of the odd hour, filling the pause with a chuckle. “You know how she is? She’s in work mode twenty-four-seven.” He wondered if the director would buy his cock-and-bull story.


“At midnight? Agent Weiss, you need to put your foot down, or she’ll wear you out. Both of you need to learn to relax when you’re not on duty. Not that you’re going to be seeing any downtime anytime soon. Get Cassandra, now. We’ve got a problem, and I want you both on it.”


David covered the phone with his hand as he nudged Cass.


“What is it?” She punched him on the arm.


“It’s the director,” he whispered. “I screwed up. I thought it was my phone, but it was yours.”


Cass bolted upright and grabbed the phone from his hand. “Yes, sir, what’s up?” Cass listened. “Yes, sir, coffee. It won’t happen again.” She scrunched her eyes closed, this time for what David thought to be a long time. “We’ll leave immediately, sir. I’ll call you when we’re in the air.” She hung up.


“So, what’s up?”


Cass ran her hands through her hair. “A restaurant’s been blown up in Manhattan. The initial report is over a hundred casualties.” She met his gaze, her eyes aflame with anger. “It looks like a terrorist attack. J.C. wants us on the case ASAP. You have a packed suitcase here, don’t you?”


“Yeah, one here and one at my place.”


“Good. A helicopter will be waiting on the roof at headquarters in forty-five minutes.” She wrapped her arms around his broad chest. “Another soft target. All of those innocent lives, gone in an instant. All the bad guys we stop, and it’s never enough. One gets through, and a hundred people die.”


“We’ll get them, baby.” He kissed her temple.


“I know. It’s just that they only have to be right once, but we have to be right all of the time.”


She broke from his embrace and turned on the television. The early reports were coming in, mostly speculation. Police had immediately cordoned the entire area off, and the media and civilians were being kept blocks away. “Worthless banter.” She turned the TV off and turned to David. “We’ll have plenty of time to bring ourselves up to speed on the helicopter.”


“I need to grab a shave and a shower before we leave.”


“Yeah, me too. We’ve got just enough time.”

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He shaved while Cass started her shower. He couldn’t help but watch her through the billowing steam as she washed. She was such a hot little package. Perfectly proportioned with sinewy curves, and the hardest ass he’d ever felt on a woman. She was a martial arts master; her size held no relation to her deadliness. Her bright red spiked hair reminded him of a rooster’s comb. Her skin—he had trouble controlling the urge to touch it when she was near him—was satiny and golden. She wasn’t close to being what he’d thought was his type. Even with the sparks that flew between them, he’d resisted. It had taken months for her to bed him, and even now he wasn’t sure who’d seduced whom? The only thing he was certain of was that he couldn’t get enough of her. Shaving with a hard-on, that’s a new one.

He watched her dry herself as he patted his face dry. “Cass, do you think the director suspects us?”


Cass dressed as she spoke. “I don’t know. He’s pretty savvy, but we’ve been a pretty successful team, and the director will always do what’s best for the agency. Right now his mind is on one thing only. An attack on US soil that should have been stopped. Somehow we failed, not just us but every anti-terrorist agency in the homeland and abroad.”


“There wasn’t a peep from social media. No leaks, nothing to indicate an attack was imminent.”


“That’s what worries me. These people are good. What if they’re planning another attack?”


“We’ll catch them, Cass. We’ll make them pay.”


“I know, but the reaction isn’t the same as prevention. We need to catch these animals before they murder again.”


“Sometimes bad things happen, babe, no matter how hard we try.”


She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “I’ll never accept that. I won’t rest until we get them.”


“Ditto, partner. Together we’re unstoppable.”


She smiled. “We’d better get a move on, or we’re going to be unstoppable and late.

 

Be sure to also check out the first book of the Tip of the Spear Series.

escapeEscape, a sexy romantic thriller that “what ifs?” a nuclearized Middle East.
When Harvard student, Layla Wallace and her Saudi boyfriend are kidnapped to Iran, a deep-cover Mossad agent is activated and given a mission. He’s ordered to either get Layla out of Iran, or if failing that—kill her.

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belle amiBelle Ami writes romantic/suspense/thrillers with a teaspoon of sex. Escape (Tip of the Spear Book 1) is up for a RONE Award in 2018. Her latest is entitled Vengeance (Tip of the Spear Book 2) published by Hartwood Publishing. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two children, a horse named Cindy Crawford, and her brilliant Chihuahua, Giorgio Armani.

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Hide and Seek by Desiree Holt

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Title: Hide and Seek
Author: Desiree Holt
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Anything can happen when you let your guard down . . .

BookCover_HideandSeekAfter receiving a violent threat on the heels of her father’s disappearance from the town of Arrowhead Bay, Devon Cole fears for her life—until Vigilance, a local private security agency, steps in to shield her from danger. Although she isn’t usually quick to surrender her freedom, she has no problem stripping her defenses for her new sexy bodyguard . . .

Tortured by the painful memory of lost love, Logan Malik is determined not to fall for a client again. So when he’s tasked with watching over Devon day and night, he’s focused on doing his job. Day is no problem, but as tensions rise at night, nothing can protect them from giving in to unbridled passion . . .

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He wasn’t as much shocked by his physical reaction as by the fact that it happened at all. For a long time now, he’d managed to keep a clamp on his sex drive and take it out only when required, like taking aspirin for a headache.

“You’re a smart woman,” he congratulated her. “I didn’t know if you’d play along with me.”


She inhaled an unsteady breath and blew it out. “I took a chance. You could have been worse than they were.”


“Still, that shows brains and quick thinking. Good for you.” He studied the interior of her car. “Wow. They did a number with that window. Don’t move. There’s chunks and pebbles everywhere.”


She stared at him, studying his face. “You promise you aren’t the second wave? You know, like good cop, bad cop? The bad guys threaten me and you come along and win my confidence by helping me?”


“Nope. Scout’s honor.”


“I, uh, saw that you have a gun.”


“So did those jackasses. I wanted them to see it.” He smiled at her. “But I only use it as part of my job.”


She caught her lower lip in her teeth. “They just came at me out of nowhere and ran me off the road. Then they boxed me in and smashed the window.”


“Later I’ll want all the details. Right now let’s get you out of here.”


“Do you know who they are? Those men?”


“No.” His voice hardened. “But I know other garbage like them.”


She swallowed. “So who are you, anyway?”


“Oh. Sorry.” He winked at her, and the tension in her body visibly eased. “Logan Malik. Savior of women in danger.”


“Devon Cole.” She dug up a smile. “Woman in danger who needed saving.”

 

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11705220_1048030158557847_3825932443612767006_nDesiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.

She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, a USA Today Bestselling author and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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