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Hank’s Justice

Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 14, 2017

Blurb:

Justice needs to start afresh someplace her abusive ex can’t find or hurt her and her son anymore. Just her luck to be stranded in Scenic Falls, Montana where, instead of being faceless people in the big city, they stick out like sore thumbs. Being so conspicuous and drawing everyone’s attention, especially that of hot cattle rancher, Hank, means they can’t stay. No matter how much it feels like home.

Hank was born, raised, and plans to die in Scenic Falls. What he doesn’t need is to obsess over the city woman who’s come to town and no doubt would soon move on. Then Justice becomes his live-in cook and bookkeeper and, despite knowing she has secrets she won’t share, Hank realizes he’ll do anything to make her stay in the small town, and with him. That is, until Justice’s past comes calling, threatening everything.

Including their lives.

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Excerpt:

Justice studied the worn menu. What she really wanted was a nice, juicy, medium-well-done steak with a side of scrambled eggs. Her stomach groaned with just the thought of it. She saw the price, fifteen dollars. That wasn’t a lot of money, but her funds were rapidly depleting. They were still saying at the bed and breakfast and, at sixty-nine dollars a night for the past two months, had taken up a hefty chunk of her money. Luckily Abigale provided breakfast every morning and even though she wasn’t obligated to, cooked dinner every night except the weekends.

Justice also had to spend money on new clothes. Well, not new-new, but new to her. She’d gotten them from a secondhand shop for a bargain, but money was spent just the same. All in all she only had a little over three thousand dollars left.

What she needed was a job.

But a job meant setting down roots. Which meant supplying her driver’s license and social security number. Both were a way for Tyler to find her and TJ. She’d known that this was inevitable, but she was sure that the ten thousand dollars she’d taken from Tyler’s safe would’ve been enough to support her and TJ a little while longer. She’d wanted to get the extra five thousand from her own savings account but waiting until the bank opened in the morning hadn’t been an option at the time.

If she was feeling lucky, she could go to the bank here in town and withdrawal money from her account. But she wasn’t feeling that lucky. Tyler had access to her bank account and would see on the statement exactly where she’d withdrawn the money from. Nope. Not an option.

“Um, water with lemon and a side of toast please.” Her stomach grumbled in protest. Tonight was not one of the nights when Abigale cooked dinner, but she would survive until the morning.

“Water and toast?” Madeline frowned. “That’s not a healthy lunch.”

Justice stored the menus back in their spot. “I had a large breakfast. Abigale makes sure of it.”

That seemed to please Madeline, because the frown dropped from her face. “I can attest to that. Abbie sure loves to cook breakfast. That’s one of the reasons she started her B&B in the first place.” Madeline stuffed her notepad in her pocket. “And of course chocolate milk for the young man here.”

“Yes!” TJ beamed.

“TJ, don’t yell. These good people want to eat in peace and quiet.”

“He’s not bothering anyone,” came a low voice from the booth behind theirs.

That was the only invitation that TJ needed to pop up from his knees and press his stomach against the back of his seat to stare at the man. “Hi, my name is TJ.”

The man adjusted in his seat to look at TJ. “Nice to meet you, sir.” He held out a hand and shook TJ’s.

“He’s my son,” Justice interrupted.

The man tilted his head at her. He had brown hair, with streaks of blond, curling around his ears. Dark-green eyes that seemed to smile. Full lips and stubble around his mouth and chin and on his cheeks gave him that rustic look. Like everyone else in this town, there was a little twang to his accent. And when he smiled at TJ, two dimples appeared in his cheeks.

“Hank, do you need anything else?” Madeline asked him.

Hank released TJ’s hand. “Nope. I’m good. I’m about to head back to work. Been gone long enough now.”

Madeline let out a snort and walked away.

“TJ, turn back around. Let the nice man finish his meal,” Justice said.

“He’s fine,” Hank said. “Not bothering anyone.”

Justice could’ve kept her gaze on Hank forever, but she lowered her eyes. That didn’t matter because his image seemed as though it was burned within her mind.

“I’m getting chicken nuggets,” TJ explained.

“So I heard. You like them, huh?”

“Mm mm mm.” TJ said, while rubbing his stomach.

“That’s enough now.” Justice said. Even though he’d said TJ wasn’t bothering anyone, Justice wanted him to mind his business just the same. TJ liked to talk to everyone about everything and before he started talking about his father and Brooklyn, Justice wanted him to stop. “Turn around and sit.” She reached into her bag to retrieve the coloring book and crayons that she’d gotten used to keeping on her.

“Ma’am, I said—”

“I know what you said. But it’s still rude.” She placed the items on the table and TJ turned and sat. Justice blew out a silent breath. TJ liked to talk, but he liked to color even more.

Hank got up from his seat with a red cap in hand. Justice tried not to look at his face. She talked about rudeness, but she really had been the rude one. He hadn’t done anything to her and her tone had been less than friendly.

“Good bye, little man,” he said. “And have a nice day, Miss.”

She still didn’t look at him. Guilt made her look at his booted feet. “You too.”

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Shifter Claimed

Dark Wolf Enterprises

Shifter Claimed

Paranormal Romance

Totally Bound Publishing

Blurb:

The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.

Then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…

Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

Excerpt:

     She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.

     Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man, watching her. A naked man. A wonderfully naked man.

     She shook her head.

     Wolf-beast. That’s what he is.

     “Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” he yelled out to her.

     Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said anything about that.

     She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she couldn’t think of. If she opened the door, would he attack her? Was he a rabid beast who couldn’t control himself?

     She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the hatch.”

     “I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”

     “Since I know your secret, are you going to kill me now?”

     “Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”

     Should I let him back in?

     “Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.

     Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.

     “I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can you please let me in?”

     “Wh-what about your super-human heating abilities? Aren’t you supposed to be so hot that’d you’d melt snow?”

     He cocked his head to the side. “This is not some young adult story about Wolf-Shifters and sparkly Vampires. I’m freezing my ass off.”

     “If he kills me, I’m going to be so pissed,” she mumbled to herself.

      With the gun trained on the cockpit, she slowly walked to the hatch. There, she unlocked it and opened the door for him.

     Kristof jumped and grasped the edge of the plane. With a grunt, he hauled himself up and through the opening. His body was streaked with blood. He looked…deadly.

     She startled and fell back. She aimed the gun at him. “Don’t hurt me.”

     “Trudy, darling.”

     She stared at him. “Y-yes.”

     “If you’re going to shoot me, I’d rather you aim for my head and get it over with quickly.”

     Her gaze followed the path of her aim.

     Aw shit.

     “My other head,” he said softly.

     Trudy dropped her jaw and she stared at him—all of him. He was big, thick and swinging gloriously in front of her.

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Contemporary Romance

Totally Bound Publishing

June 21, 2016

She’s a widow. He’s a reformed player. One passionate night changes them both forever.

Toni Harrison isn’t buying anything Ahmad Espen is selling. Everyone considers him the savior of the African American community but she knows him as a heartless player and plans to steer clear of him. The only problem is her sister and Ahmad’s brother are smitten with each other and despite Toni’s attempts otherwise, she constantly finds herself in Ahmad’s presence.
Ahmad understands why Toni is wary of him, but he’s a totally different man from the boy she knew in college. Now he’s determined to push past all her defenses to gain her trust. When he finally does, one passionate night with her confirms she’s the perfect woman for him.
Yet it seems there’s no fairy-tale ending for them, as Ahmad and Toni find out the hard way. Someone is out to destroy their relationship, along with Ahmad’s good name and Toni’s privacy. Once more Toni has good reason to distance herself from Ahmad, since he blames her for the whole mess. Heartbroken again, she walks away, and by the time he comes to his senses, he realizes it may well be too late to rewrite their love story to give it a happy ending.

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Once A Thief, Always A Thief

The Undercity Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, P.I. (#3)

 

Urban Fantasy

Three Twenty-One, LLC

July 19, 2016

 

I’ve solved cases for the most powerful Vampire in the Undercity and for the Lycan Alpha, proving my worth as a PI. Despite being a half-breed and unclassed, work should be rolling in…
Yet it isn’t, and I don’t know why. And as if that’s not stressful enough, my mom starts acting so weird it makes me suspicious. Friends say she’s just starting to live a little—maybe even, ugh, found a boyfriend—but I’m not sure. So what’s a PI to do? Investigate, of course. I mean, come on, Momma’s taken care of me my whole life. Now it’s up to me to make sure she’s okay.
What I discover is so outrageous it leaves me reeling, but I don’t care if once a thief, always a thief, there are some things too precious to allow to be stolen. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make things right, even walk away from everything I’ve achieved—and the Undercity itself.

 

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In Danger's Embrace

Cimmerian Moon, Book 3

 

Young Adult

Three Twenty-One, LLC

June 7, 2016

 

In many ways, my life is complete, or as complete as it can be with aliens roaming Earth, killing and enslaving humans. Jason, my love, is by my side, and my friendship with Wade is back on track. Even better, it seems the threats of annihilation from the aliens have turned out to be nothing but hot air.

Yet, despite the peace of our Arrowwood refuge, there is still a war waging outside, something I’ve tried not to think too much about. Just as I’ve ignored the fact that a sanctuary can also be a prison, or a tomb, we are forced to step out of safety and live or die, in danger’s embrace.

 

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A Summer for Scandal by Lydia San Andres

Genre: Historical Romance

The train, which had until then been rumbling underfoot, jolted to a start, making Mr. Torres lose his balance. He stumbled, and would have fallen on her if he hadn’t caught himself in time, one hand on the back of the seat and the other flat against the window, his face perilously close to hers. At this distance, she could see the tiny patch of stubble by his ear that he’d missed while shaving, and the two freckles under his right eye. An unexpected warmth stole through Emilia.

He righted himself and sat down beside her, but not before she had caught a whiff of lavender-scented soap. His hair, still damp from his recent bath, curled at the neck, right where it brushed his collar. Emilia felt herself flushing slightly and turned to the window, pretending to be interested in the view of the town as it rolled past.

But there was no ignoring him. She could feel the warmth of his body all down her side, from her shoulder to her foot, even though they were separated by some ten centimeters. Trying to look as though she was glancing through the opposite window, she studied his profile. Except for the bookish sultan, all the men in her stories were rakes and scoundrels. There was nothing roguish about Ruben Torres. His hair was parted on the side and slicked back with pomade, his collar neatly pressed and his hat a sober black. He was nothing if not respectable.

Unremarkable, too, at least at first glance. He was of medium build, taller than her but not as tall and physically imposing as Luis. But his shoulders were pleasantly broad and Emilia was all too familiar with the sharp definition in his arms and the easy way he’d pulled the boat through the water. He turned to her then and caught her looking. His lips spread into a smile and he raised an eyebrow, saying, “Contemplating your next assault?”

Something inside her fluttered but she pushed the sensation aside. There was, after all, was no reason why she should feel so unsettled by his proximity. Trying to look as though she hadn’t been admiring his arms, which were hidden by the sleeves of a dark charcoal suit, she said, “Of course not. My dastardly plan is already in motion.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he said, laughing.

“I see you’re quite recovered from your swim in the fountain.”

“And I see you’re quite unrepentant of your part in it. Do you make a habit of dunking men, Miss Cruz?” he asked, amusement lingering in his eyes.

“I try to do it at least once a week,” she answered gravely. “Especially in the summer. I find it helps keep tempers cool when arguments grow heated.”

“As with other pursuits, I find an argument that isn’t heated isn’t worth having at all.”

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Geek Meets Girl, in the Falling in Love box set by Kathryn Lively

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Mick Wray savored her withering reaction. He’d attended enough sci-fi cons to know how to push a fangirl’s buttons. The first time he attended Liberty BellCon—a pimply thirteen, helping his older brother cart a boxful of Poul Anderson novels for the author to sign—he saw maybe a handful of women. Yes, there’d been a few die-hard, legitimate fans of the genre, but others had merely come along with their significant others, sighing and glancing at their watches. The surge of female attendance in recent years brought on by a collective fondness for handsome British actors and sparkling vampires annoyed him to no end. Mick felt their presence cheapened the spirit of an event he loved, though he knew the organizers greatly appreciated the money these giggling young girls spent.

He studied this woman, and the scarf obviously purchased from some geek paraphernalia website, and wondered if she’d actually seen a Doctor Who episode from the era represented by that particular article of clothing. He supposed he could quiz her with some the questions he hoped would come up at the panel—of course he had intended to go. The Quantum Leap remark served entirely to irritate her. Hey, if he was going to be stuck in this elevator for a while, he might as well have some fun.

“What’s wrong with Quantum Leap?” he demanded.

He thought to look menacing, but he refused to frighten the young woman. Indeed, he found her naturally disarming. She wore no makeup, and her soft blue eyes glared daggers at him. He sensed the temperature rising already.

“Nothing, I like the show fine,” she said. “I wouldn’t rank it above Doctor Who on a list of top sci-fi shows, specifically where time travel is the focus.”

Mick folded his arms and settled in for a plausible explanation. The most sparkling of the vampire fangirls probably knew enough to bluff through such a discussion, and he couldn’t wait to hear the lady Doctor expound on her viewing preferences. “Fine, I’ll give you that the show only lasted a few seasons, but compared to Doctor Who every friggin’ television series is short-lived. Judging on what’s available for Quantum Leap, you can’t deny the high quality of acting, or writing…”

“The narrow scope,” she added. “Exactly what is the science behind the accelerator device that allowed Sam Beckett to leap physically into other people’s bodies at different points in time? Wouldn’t it make more sense if he traveled through time as himself, without the confines of another identity to memorize?”

“That’s the thing: each episode is a challenge. It’s not so much he has to solve a puzzle as a fish out of water, he is part of the puzzle and has to figure out that piece before finding the rest. He discovers the self he is in that time, acclimates to his environment, then he solves the mission. Sometimes he doesn’t get the chance and has to do everything at once. That makes for an interesting drama. What science is found in a flying blue box manned by some goofball with weird fashion sense?” Mick posed.

She winced at that. Off came the metaphorical gloves. “The Doctor is an alien, using alien technology, and at least he has better control over where and when he travels. Quantum Leap was limited to a forty-year time span in the twentieth century. Yeah, you could put Scott Bakula in a dress for one episode and get some laughs while he pretends to be a woman, but eventually they were going to run out of ideas. Doctor Who had all of time and space to work with.”

Mick snorted. “And yet, every other episode in the last few series brought him back to present-day London. What a stretch.”

Her eyes narrowed. Oh, but she looked cute this highly annoyed.

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The General's Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale by Regina Kammer

Genre: Historical Erotic Romance

The Memoir was written by a girl a little younger than herself, but with a far more vigorous and enterprising spirit. Clara had never read such a story! Fanny Hill’s adventures were of such voluptuousness Clara had to glance around to ensure she was actually alone. Her body heated as Fanny was seduced by a woman, her ire raised when Fanny’s virginity was offered to a man far too old for her, her sex tingled and swelled as Fanny awakened to the pleasures a man could bestow upon a woman.

Clara shifted on the cot trying to relieve the wet tightness between her legs, only managing to arouse herself further. She pulled her cloak around her shoulders and leaned against the cold stone wall, her legs splayed open and crossed. When Fanny opened the parlor door to see a beautiful, sleeping youth, an idea sparked in Clara’s mind that she could touch herself as she read, a thought dismissed quickly. The pleasures of the mind were far more respectable than the sins of the flesh. Better to be caught reading an immoral story than to be caught assuaging one’s lust. Whatever would the captain think if he happened upon her in such a state? Clara smiled. Perhaps he would—

The door to the captain’s quarters crashed open.

She jumped, flattening herself against the wall, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure whoever had just entered could hear it. She peeked through a tear in the annex curtain.

Captain Taylor and Lieutenant Hamilton entered the bedroom with a clandestine air. The lieutenant bolted the door as the captain stripped off his jacket and threw it on the bed, clearly cross and irritable, muttering about that “blasted woman,” as the lieutenant countered with “Sam, Sam,” and soothed him with calming words. Clara could not quite hear what they were saying but she was certain she was the topic of conversation.

Suddenly, the captain pushed the lieutenant against the wall and took him in a violent kiss. Clara froze. Two men kissing? She had never heard of such a thing. The men tore at each other hungrily, stripping off clothes, biting, clawing, licking each other like animals in heat, until, finally, they stood completely naked, and simply pressed themselves together in a tangle of arms, their mouths and tongues still teasing tenderly.

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Digging Up The Past by Sandi Brackeen

Genre: Urban Fantasy

The Spade of Apocatequil can raise the dead and grant immortality--and it's been stolen! When supernatural agents Riley Perez and Jason, her partner at the clandestine government agency DUE, are given the task of tracking down the magical artifact, they discover the culprit may be one of the workers at an archaeological dig. Is it John Braden, the head archaeologist on site, who was involved in the original discovery of the spade? Or is it Danny Roget, the anthropologist, who claims that there have been strange sightings? The hunt for the spade is endangered by a rash of sudden deaths at the dig. Together with Cameron, the alpha werewolf who runs the security company in charge of protecting the dig, Riley and Jason must find the spade before it can be used to destroy the world!

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The Undercity Chronicles  of Babylonia Jones, P.I.; The Guicai Talisman by A.M. Griffin

Genre: Urban Fantasy

What does a woman have to do to prove she belongs in the Undercity? Sure, I’m unclassed and only half paranormal, but that doesn’t mean I can’t solve cases. Since the established PI’s won’t acknowledge my right to a territory, I’m taking jobs from whoever will hire me, doing what I do best…proving myself to be a bad-ass problem solver. Which is how I find myself breaking into Zaid’s house, looking for a talisman my witch client says the very powerful vampire stole.

 Now, I can make flowers grow, hear the wind’s whispers and talk to animals, but I don’t have the gift of seeing the future. If I did, I’d have known not to take this case. Because no matter the outcome, nothing good can come from messing with the Guicai Talisman, or it’s far too gorgeous guardian.

 

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Kingdom of Celosia: Hearts On Fire Amongst Cold Shadows by Crystal St. Clair

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Princess Faith faces a life of duty to the Kingdom of Celosia, but she dreams of freedom.

She is daily reminded of the burden she will one day carry as she is educated to become a Queen...  
The greatest of these reminders is a pendant given to her by her mother which is imbued with magical properties. Matters of the heart also hinder Faith from accepting her role. She is engaged to Prince Merek, but has no feelings for him. She secretly longs for true love, despite the fact that her rank keeps her from loving the man she desires most, the stable-hand Justus. Feeling trapped by the arrangement, there is little she wouldn't consider doing to stop the wedding, but it seems her fate is sealed.

On the borders of their land is the Dark Forest, a home for many creatures with elemental powers of untold might. In that realm, the Troll King plots to kill her father and the wolves in his court are on the hunt for her, believing she is easy prey. But Faith is much stronger than they suspect, and against all odds, she sets out to protect those she loves.

Armed with her bow, riding on the back of her trusted mount, Ruby, she must confront the forces of evil that threaten to take everything from her and conquer them in the name of Celosia.
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Not Just a Friend by Laura Jardine

Genre: Contemporary Romance

“If he asked for my number, there must be something wrong with him.” Maya stuffed a bite of waffle into her mouth and waited for her friends to contradict her.

“Don’t say that!” Kristy’s fork clattered to her plate. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“It’s not that I think I’m a bad person,” Maya said.

“But past experience has taught me that any guy who’s interested in me is somehow defective.” Take her ex-fiancé, for example. Justin was a police officer, but it later turned out he was also a drug dealer. And he cheated on her. Yeah, Maya sure knew how to pick them. Her previous boyfriend was fired for stealing from his employer.

Allison asked for a coffee refill then said, “You’ve just had some bad luck. Don’t let it stop you.”

Maya sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Come on.” Kristy reached across the table and placed her hand on top of Maya’s. “You’ve hardly dated in the past four years.”

And everyone she’d met for a first date was someone Kristy had set her up with. Les and John and Anton. Although they were all nice enough, Maya hadn’t been on a second date because none of them had interested her. Not only was she unable to attract men who weren’t losers, but she'd never liked the nice guys anyway. She sure was great at this dating business. At least today she had lots of strong coffee and a big plate of banana waffles with whipped cream to comfort her. Plus a couple of friends she’d known since university. Brunch at the cheap diner near campus was something they still did occasionally. Life wasn’t all bad.

“I’m telling you,” she said, “there’s got to be something wrong with Tyler or he wouldn’t have asked for my number.”

“But you’re going out with him,” Kristy insisted. “When he calls—”

"Hell, maybe he won’t even call. That wouldn’t surprise me.”

“I bet he’ll call,” Allison said.

Maya snorted. “What makes you so sure? You don’t need to say stuff like that to make me feel better.” She drowned her last waffle in maple syrup. “Either Tyler won’t call, or he’ll call and prove himself an asshole. Hopefully sooner rather than later. But fine. If he calls, I’ll go out with him just so I can say I did.”

“It’ll go well,” Kristy said. “You’ll see.”

“I need some of your happy pills.”

Maya wasn’t quite as hopeless as she acted. The Justin debacle was a long time ago now, and she had a kernel of hope that maybe, just maybe, it would all work out for her. Kristy and Allison were in happy relationships, as were three of her younger siblings. And a guy had asked for her number the other day. There was hope. Maybe just a little, but there was some, wasn’t there? But she didn’t say that out loud, even to her closest friends. That wasn’t who Maya Gregory was to the world. Not anymore.

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Fall Into Darkness by Valerie Twombly

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Ashley wandered through Eli’s bedroom, noting how bare it was. Except for a queen four-poster bed, a dresser, and a fireplace, there was nothing else here. She wondered how lonely he must have been to never make a real home in one place. Eva had told her this small cabin in the north woods was always his favorite and that was why she’d asked to be brought here.

After stoking a fire, she donned the short red nightie that hardly covered her breasts and left her long legs exposed. There was no way he could resist, not if he were half as needful as she, and something told her he would be more so. She hoped he’d be so lust ridden he’d complete the bond. Guilt filled her for what she was about to do, but she’d do anything to save him. She’d worry about the aftermath later. The double-winged tattoo on the back of her hip burned, and she’d learned it meant Eli was close by. Was he watching from a distance? She stepped into the soft light of the fire, knowing it cast a sensual glow across her skin. Yeah, she was pulling out all the stops. A cool breeze whispered across her skin causing her nipples to tighten.

He was here.

She turned, and when her gaze fell upon him standing in the shadows she gasped. His naked chest glistened in the firelight that reflected across the room. A thick rope of muscles coiled just under his skin, and her fingertips itched to touch him. Dark jeans, settled so low on his hips, she could see the dusting of hair that led to his sweet spot. However, it was the massive black wings that stretched out and brushed the ground that really drew her attention. Her fallen angel was dark and sinister, yet every fiber of her being said he’d never harm her. He’d come to her and she was determined to finish what they’d started.

She was determined to save his soul. “Eli.” She took a step closer.

He flashed a set of fangs. “I’ve never been weak in my entire life, but with you… You are my weakness. Look at me Ashley, I’m one step away from claiming you. Being mated to me will be a fate worse than death.”

Another step. Careful not to scare him off, she stopped short of being able to reach out and touch him. Opening her mind, he could feel everything she did should he choose to.

“You’re wrong. Walking away from you would be a worse fate. You’ve touched something deep inside me. Fate brought us together because we need each other.” She took the last step and placed her hands on his chest.

He stiffened beneath her touch. “I need you and I don’t mean just the physical. I mean emotionally as well. You have my heart as well as my body. All of me, it belongs to you.”

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Taking a deep breath, she turned the page to the last photograph. In that last picture she posed proudly on the front steps. She was wearing her police uniform. It was her first morning on the job, and the last photo her grandmother ever took. A small sigh escaped her and she touched the picture lightly, remembering the crisp feel of the uniform and the almost bursting-with-happiness feeling she’d had. A week later someone had pushed her grandmother down and stolen her purse. When she fell, she’d broken her hip and died not long after from what the doctors called “complications.”

Brianna knew all about complications. Her whole life was one complication after another and it didn’t seem like things were going to change.

When Jack got back it was late. Brianna had sandwiches on the coffee table. She’d left the albums out, and Jack took a sandwich and poured over the photos, making her tell everyone’s stories.

But there was one more album. A folder, more like it, with just some newspaper clippings in it. Brianna had hesitated for a long time before getting this one out. Finally, when Jack had exhausted all the stories about her grandmother and her camera, she slid the folder from beneath the bottom album and pushed it across the coffee table toward him.

He took it and opened it on his lap. Then he looked up at her, his expression unreadable.

Brianna crumpled her napkin in her hands. “I know you say you have some holes in your memory. I thought perhaps this would help.”

He fingered the clippings, then nodded, and held them up to study. “My parents didn’t come to my funeral because they’re dead. But I recognize my aunts and uncles, my grandparents even. That’s my cousin Joey and his twin, Melanie.” He closed his eyes. “It’s like standing in the surf. The waves come at me, and I can’t stop them.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all right.” He ran his finger over the newspaper.

“Do you want to call anyone? Your cousins?”

He gave a laugh, but it sounded more like a sob. “No. They were at my funeral. They won’t believe me, or they’ll be horrified … like you were.”

Brianna was going to tell him she hadn’t been horror-struck, but she couldn’t. She’d been so frightened she’d peed her pants. She’d never been as shocked as that moment, when Jack had said his name and turned around. If she’d had a weak heart, she’d be dead right now. As it was, she had somehow accepted that Jack was back, but he wasn’t the same Jack she’d known.

She didn’t feel the same way about him. There was a difference. She’d only known him for about a month. What would it be like for his family, who had known and loved him all his life?

“They deserve to know though,” she said.

“I’ll be a monster to them,” said Jack. He smoothed the newspaper clipping over his knee and a faint smile tugged his lips. “There was a nice crowd there that day. And there you are, right next to Joey.”

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