I'm an award-winning romantic suspense novelist, but in my free time I love to review books and my fave TV shows, as well as pass along great book deals, and eat Canadian chocolate---not necessarily in that order.
If you need a romance with lots of emotion and heart, Worth the Risk, is free today!
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When Alicia's former crush Jeff comes into work, he's never looked better. But he already broke her heart once . . .
When
Alicia moves back to Pine Valley to help her mom through a serious
addiction, the last person she wants to see is her teenage crush, Jeff
Finch, who destroyed their friendship in one single disastrous night.
Alicia is determined to not let anything about Jeff affect her,
especially since she hasn’t seen him in ten years. All she knows is that
he’s living a successful and charmed life, and she is more than happy
to keep anything between them in the past. But when he shows up with a
date at the restaurant where she works, Alicia realizes she’s still not
over her feelings, and Jeff is definitely looking at her in a way he
never has before.
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I'm so excited to be welcoming Heather B. Moore to Book Chat Book Club in May! She is an amazing author, writes in multi-genres, and weaves stories that I can't put down until I turned the last page. We'll be discussing her new romance, Just Add Romance, and asking her all about her secret to success. I hope you'll save the date and join me!
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I saw this on my timeline today and it made me laugh. I mean, if it actually happened I wouldn't be laughing, but yeah . . . maybe because it's Monday, it's really funny right now!
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There is a flash sale going on right now for Paige Edwards' romantic suspense, Danger on the Loch. I haven't read this one, but the back copy makes it sound good!
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Raised by a cold and distant mother, photographer Paisley Clark has spent her life daydreaming about the father she doesn’t remember. Paisley’s dream turns to reality when a DNA test brings her in contact with the mysterious man. With her financial situation a disaster and her childhood friend James Pressley-Coombes working across the pond in Scotland, Paisley is emboldened to accept her father’s invitation to visit him.
Sometimes just getting through everyday life is hard, you know? But there's always ONE thing that isn't! Haha! This is definitely my mood today. (It makes me laugh every time I see it, so I thought I'd pass it along.)
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I hope you are wearing green today and don't get pinched! The leprechaun was too sneaky at our house, so we didn't catch him, but he did leave behind some chocolate gold coins. Such a nice leprechaun!
May you have all the luck of the Irish today!
I hope you have a wonderful day full of love for significant others, brothers, sisters, children, grandchildren, friends, and most especially for yourself! You deserve it!
Here's some virtual chocolate and flowers. Happy Valentine's Day!
Martha Keyes has been recommended to me several times and her book, The Widow and the Highlander is free today! I'm definitely downloading this one.
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This is just a fun Jandy Valentine's Day fanfic. No copyright infringement is intended, it's just for entertainment purposes only.
Happy Valentine's Day to my SEAL Team friends who love Jason and Mandy!
Mandy tucked her hair behind her ear and
glanced in the rearview mirror one more time. Jason had been so mysterious on
the phone. He’d just gotten back from a mission and she’d expected to meet him
at home, but he’d asked to meet up with her at a private shooting range. She
pulled into the parking lot and saw his truck sitting near the front. Parking next to him, she got out and headed
to the building perched on a small hill.
“Hey.” Jason gave her that half-smile she
loved as he crossed the lobby. She noticed the cut over his eye and a bruise
along his jaw. The mission must have gotten up close and personal, but he was
still standing. That’s what mattered. The moment she was in arm’s reach, he
pulled her close, his embrace enveloping her.
She pressed her cheek against his chest
and relaxed into him. She needed this. Him.
He centered her. She breathed him in, still smelling a bit of plane exhaust on him.
“Hey.”
He held her for an extra moment, then drew
back. “I was worried we wouldn’t make it home in time for Valentine’s Day and I didn't want to miss our first one. I know I should probably be giving you flowers and taking you to a fancy restaurant,
but I thought, let’s do something we both love.” He gave her a full out grin.
“For the record, I do love flowers and
good food,” Mandy told him, holding back a smile.
“You’ll love this more. I had some
shooting stages set for us. You know, for a friendly little shooting
competition.” He took her hand and
headed for the far doors that led out to the field next to the club.
She chuckled and shook her head. “Can we
have friendly competitions?”
“Of course we can. This will
be fun.” His thumb caressed the back of
her hand and butterflies started low in her stomach. Even the smallest touch
from him garnered a physical reaction and they’d been apart for two weeks. She
bit her lip and slowly let out a breath. If he could wait, so could she. Right now,
she had to focus, especially if this was going to be a competition.
They headed to the center field where stages,
or wooden props set to look like buildings, corners, and even targets, were set
up in different formations. “How many stages are we doing?” she asked him.
“Let’s do all three.” Jason slung an arm
around her shoulders. “Unless you’re worried you’re too rusty?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” She walked toward the staff member waiting
for them at the first station, holding their ear protection. A little shiver of
excitement ran up her spine as her competitive side reared up inside her.
“Glocks?” Jason asked.
“Sounds good.” She picked up the gun and shifted its weight
around in her hand for a second until she found her most comfortable grip. “What sort of competition do you have in
mind?”
“Speed and accuracy. And then we’ll hit MJ’s.” He smirked, leaning his hip against the
table. He looked every inch like Bravo 1
with well-defined muscles and an air of authority. Her heart rate picked up the longer she
looked at him.
“You want to eat at MJ’s and not the
Bulkhead?” She lifted a brow.
“Maybe I want to feed you some great
fries.” His gaze pinned her, and her mind immediately went back to the fries he’d
fed her in Rehoboth. The need to be alone with him ramped up again. There were
a lot of great memories in Rehoboth.
She flushed and looked down at her gun to regain
her equilibrium. “Is the winner buying dinner?”
“Well, there are other attractions
there.” He lifted his eyebrows,
obviously giving her clues to what he was getting at.
And then it hit her exactly where he was
going with this. MJ’s had a karaoke
bar. “So, loser has to sing karaoke.”
Her chest tightened at the thought and the competition he had in mind jumped to
high-stakes. She hated singing in
public.
His lazy grin was back and her heart
tripped a beat. Is he trying to distract me? “Oh, it’s even better than
that,” he continued. “Loser has to sing
whatever song the winner chooses.” He picked
up his weapon and nodded toward her.
“Unless you’re not up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it.” Mandy injected her you-better-believe-it tone
to make that statement sound true, even though adrenaline was starting to pump
through her. The man was a SEAL. Bravo
1. This might be too easy for him, but even if it was, she’d be sure to give
him a run for his money. She moved
toward the first stage and got ready.
“Hope you’ve been practicing singing in the shower or something. I’ve got a few songs in mind for you.”
“Confident. I like that.” He moved into position, slightly ahead of
her. “Keep thinking positive.”
She bumped him to the side. “Ladies first.”
He acquiesced and let her by. “No
problem. Then I’ll know the score to
beat.”
“And be sad when you don’t.” She stepped up to the first wooden target,
the thought of standing on the stage to sing in front of people making her
fight or flight response zing through her veins. She had to win. Up on the balls of her feet, she waited for
the signal. The buzzer went off and she
carefully aimed for her first targets.
The first two were easy. It was automatic as she hit the targets and
stepped to the next barrier.
Exhilaration washed over her. She
followed the marked path and slipped to the wooden barrier to get around the
corner for her next shot. She was on her
game and hit the three targets dead center, even the hard one that was sort of
hidden. Turning to her left, she took
the last two shots before she headed for the second part of the course. She could feel Jason’s eyes on her, but she
couldn’t let him faze her.
The second stage had eight targets, some
close and some far, separated by blue barrels.
The sun was beating down on her and she wished she would’ve taken her
jacket off, but she reloaded and went forward, not focusing on anything beyond
the course in front of her. The new stage
took a little more concentration, but she made it through, only missing her
mark once. Moving on to the third stage,
she dared to glance back at Jason. His
face was a cool, calm mask as he made his shots. She’d seen him work in the field and it never
failed to amaze her how good his instincts were.
She turned and reloaded, firing at the six
targets lined up across the field. This
was the last easy part before the final stage that looked trickier than the
others. This part of the course had a
little makeshift wooden area like a room in a house with doorways and
windows. The targets were placed
strategically outside. She headed for
the first one, a close target near the door that was easy to get. The next target was through a window, four
targets placed close together with one sort of behind the other. She was pretty sure she got those, and headed
for the back doorway. This one had one
metal target placed further back and two wooden ones, closer to the door. She squeezed the trigger, feeling a surge of
satisfaction as the bullet hit its mark.
She had a healthy respect for guns, especially in her former line of work, but
there was just something about being able to control the weapon and hit what
she aimed for.
She shot at the last five targets as
quickly as she could, confident she’d made good time and hit her marks. The range officer next to her instructed her
to finish, unload, and clear. As she did
so, he moved closer. “Slide forward,
holster.” His voice was fast and sounded
like an auctioneer. He must get tired
of saying that all day long.
She stepped back into the safe zone and
waited for Jason. He soon came into
view. His form was beautiful when he
shot, graceful and easy. This was second nature to him. It looked like he was hitting most of his
targets, too. Even if she didn’t win,
she’d still done a good job. She took a
deep breath. Jason was right, this was a great Valentine’s date.
When he was done, they both waited while
the scores were tallied. “Still feeling
confident?” he asked her, nudging her shoulder.
“Oh yeah.”
But really, her stomach was doing little somersaults. Jason was one of
the best in the world. If she lost, it
would suck to have to sing, but she wouldn’t let him see an ounce of uncertainty. Her competitive nature would never let that
guard down.
“Did I mention I asked Sonny and Davis to
meet us there?” he said, pulling her in and wrapping his arms around her. “Just to make it more fun.”
She wrapped her arms around him, glad he
couldn’t see her face. If she lost and
had to sing in front of them, she’d never live that down. With the team just
getting back, maybe they had better
things to do. “Hope they like your singing voice.” But even though her words
sounded self-assured, she knew her bravado was slipping the longer they waited
for their scores.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the
range officer was coming toward them, shaking his head. That didn’t bode well. She stepped back,
shading her eyes.
“How’d it turn out?” Jason asked,
straightening to face the man.
“That’s the closest I’ve ever seen a
score,” he said, looking up at Jason as he stopped a few feet away from them.
“Nearly a tie.”
“Is there a clear winner?” Jason’s voice
didn’t sound as confident as it had a minute ago. Mandy tensed, waiting for the verdict.
The guy scratched his chin. “Yep.
The lady was just a bit faster and she wins by a half point.”
Jason threw his head back in mock
frustration, his eyes meeting hers. “Seriously?
I demand a recount.”
Mandy laughed, relief lacing through
her. “Sorry. No sore losers here. The lady won by a half point. The judge has spoken.” She stepped forward and took his hand, trying
not to show how worried she’d truly been.
Patting his arm, she smiled up at him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you sing anything too embarrassing. Definitely something from the ‘80s
though. There’s just something fun about
that decade, you know?”
Jason groaned good-naturedly. “I never knew you had a mean streak. The ‘80s? Really?” He slowly walked her across the field to her
car, the sudden silence in the air standing out to her. For just a second they weren’t at a gun club,
they were just strolling outdoors, enjoying each other’s company. It was so peaceful Mandy wanted to make it
last longer, but all too soon they were in the parking lot.
“I wish I could have picked you up so we
didn’t have to go in separate cars, but meeting you here made more sense
time-wise.” He stopped and opened her driver side door.
“I’m just glad you’re home and honestly, after
karaoke, riding in separate cars might be a blessing.” She smiled up at him. “You might not want to be too close to me
once you see what I have planned.”
He didn’t respond, his gaze flicking to
her lips. She rose up on her tiptoes at the same moment he reached for her, his
hands sliding around her waist. His lips slanted over hers and Mandy closed her
eyes, pulling him close. The feeling of belonging she always had when she was
with him washed over her. The fire that had been slowly burning between them
leaped to life and she deepened the kiss, wishing they were home. It took all
her willpower to pull back. Cradling his face between her two hands, she
swallowed hard, trying not to kiss him again.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his voice
low and husky.
She nearly groaned, her entire body leaning toward him, the pull he had on her so strong, but she hastily pulled back. “Now that I know we
have people waiting on us, we better get going. I’ll see you at MJ’s, but just
so you know, we aren’t staying long,” she told him in her best no-nonsense voice.
She ducked into her car and he chuckled before running a hand over his face and
sucking in a breath. Mandy loved that he was just as affected as she was.
Following his truck out of the parking
lot, she turned on some music. She went
over some other ‘80s bands in her mind.
Would she really make him do David Lee Roth? Maybe something by Def
Leppard? She was trying to imagine him on stage and the thought made her laugh.
He’d totally get into though. He always threw himself into everything he did. She’d
always thought it was part of living on a dangerous edge. When the job was
done, the team came back, did their best to relax, maybe forget a little, and tried
to live life to the fullest, glad to still be here.
Pulling into the karaoke bar parking lot,
she watched him get out of his truck and met him halfway.
“So did you decide on a song?” he asked as
he took her hand and they walked into MJ’s.
She loved that he was always touching her in some way with his arm
around her or holding her hand. That
closeness was like coming home, the piece of her that had always been missing now
back where it belonged. With Jason.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” she teased,
squeezing his hand.
As soon as they walked to the hostess
podium, they saw Sonny and Davis waving to them from a nearby table. “We thought you guys would never get
here. The karaoke is about to start,” Sonny
said, when they were close enough to hear.
“So, who won?”
“Do you even need to ask?” Mandy said,
buffing her nails on her shoulder as they sat down.
“That’s my girl,” Davis said with a
laugh. “Pay up, Sonny.”
“You bet against me?” Mandy turned
accusing eyes on Sonny. “Wow. No faith
at all.”
“Hey, he’s Bravo 1. I thought he might
have some moves, but I guess not when it comes to his girl.” Sonny pulled out a
five-dollar bill. "Maybe he's tired after that mission."
“No, no,” Jason held up his hands. “No
excuses. She was faster than me so she won.
This time.” He rested his hand on her
shoulder as he sat down in the chair beside her. “And believe me, Sonny, I have moves, but
apparently she has half a point better ones.”
“I’m hoping we’ll see some of your moves
up on the stage tonight,” Mandy said sweetly, leaning her elbows on the table.
Everyone laughed. “Maybe I should have said best out of three,”
Jason said, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Hindsight is 20/20.” Mandy tilted her head toward the stage. “You better get up there. Maybe ask for the
David Lee Roth one I Ain’t Got Nobody.”
Jason raised his eyebrows. “That’s the song you picked? Doesn’t that one
talk about a gigolo or something?”
Davis snorted. “That’s the one.”
“If it’s not too much, I think you’d want
to do your best impression of the guy onstage. You want to make it good, right?
Show you’re a good sport.” Mandy could hardly contain her laughter at the look
on Jason’s face. “As my Valentine’s present.”
Jason leaned over to Sonny. “I should have gone with the flowers and
fancy dinner. Next time I say the words "friendly competition" and "Mandy" in the same breath, remind me
that she doesn’t do friendly competitions, okay?
“Live and learn, buddy.” Sonny shook his
head. “And remember―the only easy day was yesterday.”
