Thursday, January 25, 2018

Unwrapping a Spotlight for APHRODITE'S TEARS by Hannah Fielding

Hannah Fielding

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In ancient Greece, one of the twelve labours of Heracles was to bring back a golden apple from the Garden of Hesperides. To archaeologist Oriel Anderson, joining a team of Greek divers on the island of Helios seems like the golden apple of her dreams.

Yet the dream becomes a nightmare when she meets the devilish owner of the island, Damian Lekkas. In shocked recognition, she is flooded with the memory of a romantic night in a stranger’s arms, six summers ago. A very different man stands before her now, and Oriel senses that the sardonic Greek autocrat is hell-bent on playing a cat and mouse game with her.

As they cross swords and passions mount, Oriel is aware that malevolent eyes watch her from the shadows. Dark rumours are whispered about the Lekkas family. What dangers lie in Helios, a bewitching land where ancient rituals are still enacted to appease the gods, young men risk their lives in the treacherous depths of the Ionian Sea, and the volatile earth can erupt at any moment?

Will Oriel find the hidden treasures she seeks? Or will Damian’s tragic past catch up with them, threatening to engulf them both?


Oriel had been sitting on the boulder for a long time, gazing distractedly towards the water, when she became vaguely aware of something moving in the shallows. The moon had by now disappeared behind a bank of cloud, extinguishing the glitter of the waves and the silvery patina on the rocks. The shift in darkness of the night sky made it difficult to see what had rippled the surface of the water. Frogmen night diving, she thought, or the slight undulation of the sea in the warm, salty breeze. She didn’t give it another thought, returning her attention to the winking lights of fishing boats on the horizon – and then, abruptly, he emerged …
It was a man, but not one wearing a wetsuit, fins or diving mask; this one was almost naked, his modesty barely protected by what could only be defined as an apology for a low-rise brief. He was no mere trick of the light. Sleek and glorious, he was suddenly hurtling out of the water, throwing spray off his body like Poseidon rising from the waves.
Oriel’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him, a small frown crinkling her brow. A curious sense of apprehension seeped into her veins. In the near-darkness he looked large, somewhat menacing and disturbingly masculine as he strode through the shallows. There was an air of unquestioned dominance about this man, an arrogant power that expressed itself in the controlled motion of his body as he sauntered on to the beach.
For that fateful minute, she was totally helpless, in the grip of emotions too basic to be controlled by rational thought. Instead of turning to leave quickly, she continued to stare at the stranger who had materialized like a Greek god wading from the depths of the sea. The moon slid into view again, throwing a wash of silver over long muscular legs and narrow hips, wide shoulders and a sculpted torso, all combined in a vibrantly athletic stance. As his approaching form became more discernible, each smooth, fluid curve of muscle, each long line of sinew and bone, and each angular feature glistened with a radiance that stabbed Oriel straight to the heart. Hair as dark as the devil’s soul was dripping wet across his forehead and he lifted his hand to slick it away from his face, the moonlight catching every droplet that glittered like tiny diamonds across his skin.
All at once, Oriel gathered her wits, conscious that she too was only lightly clad, just a muslin sarong covering her bikini. She remembered her mother’s warning that it wasn’t wise for a woman to venture out alone on a deserted beach, and she stood up to hurry back to her hotel, quickly tucking the letter and photograph into her sarong.
Too late! She had barely taken a step before she found herself confronted by the tall, dark figure. Well above the average height of other Greek men, he towered over her, a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky. His eyes gleamed like steel against his deeply tanned skin as his gaze wandered over her and then rested upon her hair, which cascaded heavily down her back, pale and shining as the moon on the water. He had a strong masculine face, rather insolent and somewhat primitive – so much so that despite the tinge of fear fluttering through her, Oriel couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by this Adonis.
‘What brings a beautiful girl to such a deserted place on this enchanting night?’ he asked in English. His obvious Greek accent gave a delightful, smoky edge to his deep voice and sent an involuntary warmth up her spine. Slicking back his wet dark hair once more, he studied her openly. ‘You look like the ocean nymph, Calypso, waiting for Odysseus on your island, ready to bewitch him with your mesmerizing voice.’
Oriel had been too startled, too alarmed, to reply at first. His comment was unexpected, and those glittering grey eyes seemed to hold her prisoner, flickering with amusement and something more intense. It was she who was bewitched.
‘I thought I was alone,’ she murmured, finally finding her voice.
His mouth quirked. ‘So did I.’ He nodded behind him. ‘I dropped anchor back there to come in for an evening swim. It’s been a hot day.’ His eyes returned to her, intent and appraising.
Oriel’s gaze flitted away and caught sight of a small boat, moored next to the rocks to her left. Partially obscured by the craggy ridge that shaped the deserted cove, only the top of the sail was visible, billowing gently in the balmy breeze. She’d been too preoccupied by her brooding thoughts to notice its arrival.
She felt an urge to push past this handsome stranger and run away to the safety of her hotel bedroom, but something about this man had held her there, transfixed. The intriguing power of his personality gripped her imagination. This stranger could have stepped straight out of Homer’s Odyssey.
A silky platinum lock slipped from the scarf Oriel had tied around her head in a band to keep her heavy, tumbling mane in place, and the breeze blew it across her face. He reached out a bronzed hand with tapering long fingers and lightly pushed the strand away, before caressing the length of her hair almost reverently. There was a sultry burn now in the gaze that wandered from her hair to her mouth and then settled on Oriel’s wild doe eyes, which stared back at him. Her stomach curled with instinctive heat.
She felt the impulse to escape, like a fawn fleeing into the brush. Instead, she stood there, pulse racing, her legs trembling as an unfamiliar and exquisite sensation flooded the lower part of her body. It was madness! Never before had this sense of danger – of seduction – hit her with such potency. Surely it was the island air that had gone to her head like an enchanted potion.
The dark waves murmured on the sand, their gently rolling edges lit a luminous blue under the moonlight. Everything was cloaked in unreality and it was as if the two of them were caught in a dream. Oriel sensed that the mysterious stranger before her was also aware of the extraordinary atmosphere that engulfed them.
His fingers were still touching her hair and she backed away. This man was so overwhelming, and she was disoriented. In a sudden, desperate panic, Oriel turned to run, hardly looking where she was going, her bare feet stumbling through the wet sand in the silver-washed half light. Before she had time to register it, her foot came into contact with something hard and she tripped and went sprawling forwards. In the same split second she was jerked sideways by a pair of muscular arms as the Greek god sprang forward and caught hold of her, their bodies colliding in mid-air.
Oriel gave a choked cry. The stranger fell with her, holding her, his body going into a complicated twist just before they hit the sand so that she landed on top of him, the fall softened for her by his body. She lay winded for an instant; then, before she was over the shock, he took her by the shoulders and gently slid her from him sideways. She found herself on her back, staring up at the milky moonlit sky. His bulk arched over her, blotting out the moon with the dark circle of his head, and she looked wildly up at him as the weight of his muscled body pressed down, splaying her against the sand.
‘Don’t!’ she cried out, struggling in his arms. His skin was hot and smooth, and she fought the impulse to relax and let herself melt into him.
The stranger’s eyes glittered and held hers beneath the perfect arc of black eyebrows. ‘You were headed for a nasty fall on that rock, you should look where you’re going.’ His was a face out of Greek tragedy itself. It was so close to hers that Oriel felt his warm breath on her cheek and her pulse quickened; with it came an acute awareness: the needs she had suppressed for years were suddenly rushing to the surface. An aching feeling was invading her lower limbs, a strange weakness. It was magnified a hundredfold when he leapt to his feet and a strong brown hand helped her up, his powerful frame looming over her. His silver eyes skimmed the taut curve of her breasts and she prayed her flimsy bikini top was displaying no signs of her arousal.
He didn’t let go of her hand as his eyes bored into hers. ‘You’re trembling, beautiful Calypso.’
Oriel blinked. He was terrifyingly attractive. She pulled her hand from his, now embarrassed at her clumsy attempt to flee. ‘It’s nothing. Thank you.’
His sensuous lips stretched into a slow smile, uncovering a row of pure white teeth. ‘You must have been here centuries ago, waiting for me on your island.’ Even his speech was theatrical. She found herself returning his smile and entered into the spirit.
‘And who were you?’ she breathed, the question almost catching in her throat; she already knew the answer.
‘Odysseus, of course. Remember? I was shipwrecked and washed up on the shore of this island. You fell in love with me and held me prisoner, but you weaved your magic spell over me with your beautiful long hair, spun from moonbeams, your mesmerizing voice and enticing body, and your manipulative ways.’
Oh, he was daring and arrogant – and irresistible, too. Despite herself, Oriel took up his allusion of the ancient Greek myth and ventured boldly down the same path, perilous though it was. ‘And even though I promised to make you immortal, you refused and wanted to return to Ithaca and your wife.’
Now it was the stranger’s turn to look surprised. He regarded her with amusement. ‘We made love and I was lost for seven years.’
‘But it was me who saved you and built the boat that eventually took you home.’
Finally he laughed, transforming the hardness of his features into an expression that was devastating, making Oriel’s heart leap. Even the sound of his laughter was huskily exotic. ‘Maybe you do not believe in the reincarnation of souls,’ he said. ‘I’ve never really thought about it.’
The images he evoked made Oriel long for him to take her in his arms, to be clasped by those strong hands that had stroked her hair with such gentleness … To lose herself beneath that powerful body again.
Surrounded by such beauty and serenaded by the sea, it was as though they were trapped in time. Maybe it was the lingering adrenaline of her anger at the contents of the letter and her heightened nervous system. Perhaps it was the nature of this deserted place that made everything seem like an alluring fantasy. Or maybe it was simply that this man was unlike any other Oriel had ever met. He was no Odysseus, she decided: that Greek hero had been a mere mortal. Indeed this man seemed the personification of Poseidon himself.
His eyes glinted darkly and pinned her with their glimmering steel, setting her nerves tingling. Had he read her thoughts? Was he aware of the emotions he had stirred up as he plucked at needs deep within her that no one had yet aroused? Oriel’s was dry, her lips parched, and she passed the tip of her tongue over them.
Oh Lord, there was no sense to this!
Shocked at her disturbing reaction, she stepped forward to move past him. ‘I’m sorry … I need to go,’ she murmured, but his fingers caught hold of her wrist. She felt the strength of them, before his thumb brushed sensually against her skin, caressing it, melting her very insides.
‘Don’t break the spell,’ he said faintly, his voice low and hoarse. Close to this man, every sensible instinct told Oriel that she had been right to make a run for it, but as the shifting moonlight caught and held in his irises, she stared into them, profoundly aware of his dark masculine beauty and power. Sometimes it took only a single glance to say everything and, in that moment, she felt her old beliefs crumble inexorably around her. She lowered her eyes and a frisson of emotion ran through her body.


When I was a child, my governess told me fairy stories. These tales, full of superstition and magic, were my first inspiration, and the warmth and colour they still evoke greatly influence my writing. They were also the experience through which I learned to become a storyteller, as my governess and I had an agreement – whenever she told me a story, I would have to tell her one in return. 
As a novelist, I am obsessed by vivid colours, lush landscapes and tales of exotic customs in far-off lands. I can trace much of this back to a dear and long-departed friend of my family, Mr. Chiumbo Wangai, who fascinated me as a teenager with stories of the witch-doctors and magical ceremonies in his native Kenya. When I visited the country myself, I soon fell in love with its beautiful countryside and unforgettable sunsets. 
Though I have been telling stories since I was a child, it was only after my children had grown up and my husband and I had turned our family business into a success that I felt I could devote myself to writing full time. After I dug out the various ideas and sketches I had jotted down over the years, I realised how profoundly my travels throughout Europe, the Mediterranean and particularly Africa had burned themselves into my memory. I felt driven to turn them into a novel. 
The mystery, magic, heat and passion of Kenya’s landscapes inspired me to use them as the setting for my first novel. Burning Embers, a passionate love story set against the backdrop of the country in 1970. My later travels through Europe provided rich fodder for more stories, including my novels The Echoes of Love, set in Venice and Tuscany, Italy; and the AndalucĂ­an Nights trilogy, set in the smouldering heat of AndalucĂ­a, Spain.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Release Day Spotlight on FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT by Robyn Neeley with #Giveaway

by Robyn Neeley

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Robyn:  Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Amy!

(You’re very welcome, Robyn. It’s always a pleasure to have you visit and I’m very excited about FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT.)

Robyn:  Merriest Holidays to everyone!
Be sure to enter my Fall for Mr. Wright this Christmas Rafflecopter Giveaway!


After being dumped two weeks before his wedding, civil engineer Ryan Wright’s not interested in love. Been there, done that, had the wedding deposits to prove it. Still, he can’t help lusting after the fiery redheaded executive assistant who’s stirring up feelings that aren’t exactly appropriate for the office.

Sarah Leonard is determined to make the CEO fall in love with her. To execute her plan, she’s going to need a little help in the form of her lunch buddy, the 6’2” office hottie who just so happens to be their boss’s best friend. Who better to tell Sarah everything she needs to know to win the other man’s heart?

Ryan agrees to help Sarah put her plan in motion, but he has no intention of helping her win anything. In fact, it’s time to show his office crush that he’s the guy she should be falling for…


Robyn: In this scene, Sarah accompanies Ryan home to Connecticut to attend an awards gala at his former high school. They wind up alone on the football field where Sarah suggest Ryan show her his quarterback moves.

(Everyone, I hope you enjoy it. FALLING FOR MR. WRIGHT has definitely been added to my TBR list. Happy Reading!)


Ryan cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to tackle you?”


“In that dress?”

Sarah looked down at herself. Whoops. “Okay, maybe just don’t let me win so easily.”

“Okay.” He motioned her to get back into position down the field. “Get ready.”

“I should warn you,” she called to him. “Before I fed the chickens in high school, I ran two miles each morning.”

“Noted.” Once again, he lobbed the ball in her direction. Knowing he’d follow, she grabbed the ball out of the air and ran as fast as she physically could in her dress. Ryan caught up a little too quickly for her liking, so she dodged right and then quickly faked a left, throwing him off just long enough to dash straight for the end zone.

Before she could celebrate victory, Ryan grabbed her waist and lifted her off the ground. “I win, I win!” she shrieked between laughs. Ryan gently put her down and she turned around, standing inches from him. “See? I wouldn’t have lost you a game,” she said, hugging the football.

 “Nope,” he said, not moving from his spot. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was her pesky new football-player fantasy, but she stepped closer into his space.

“Are you going to show me how you celebrated touchdowns? I’d love to see you do one of those funny dances players do.” “I could do that.” He touched her cheek with his knuckle, letting it linger. “But I’d rather do this.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his.

Just a simple touch of warm, soft skin that left her drifting forward. And then it was over. Ryan pulled back, his eyes hooded, his gaze hypnotizing. She clutched the football and blinked up at him, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts.

At the top of the list? Holy crap. Ryan Wright just kissed me. Followed quickly by, I want him to do it again. No. Bad idea. Ryan was her colleague. Her friend. Kissing him would ruin everything. She’d have to quit her job because no way could she pretend like nothing happened, and it would hurt too much to see him, knowing a momentary lapse of judgment cost her their relationship.

She willed herself to step back…and failed. What are you doing? You’re supposed to want Logan. You’re here, at this gala, for Logan.

But was she? When Ryan invited her, Sarah had been prepared to say yes before he even mentioned Logan. She’d never had as much fun with a guy in her life as she’d had with Ryan the past year. He was incredibly hot, apparently thought she was hot, and was by far one of the most thoughtful and charming men she’d ever met. He’d rescued a kitten at the expense of his arm, for God’s sake.

Did she mention he was hot?

Screw it. One more kiss—just a little one—wouldn’t hurt anything. “Sarah, I’m sor—”

She spiked the ball and tugged Ryan back down. His immediate groan sent thrills skittering across her chest, and lower. His mouth fit over hers perfectly and, oh God, that only added to her desperation. She parted her lips, inviting him in, needing to taste him. She might die if she didn’t.

So much for a little kiss.

(Thank you, Robyn!)

Robyn Neeley is an east coast gal who loves to explore super cute small towns; watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit; can't live without Dunkin Donuts coffee; and has never met a Christmas cookie she didn't like. She writes contemporary romance with humor and heart. Please sign up for her e-newsletter at

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Monday, November 13, 2017

Unwrapping a Review of STORM GATHERING, a Scorpius Syndrome novel by Rebecca Zanetti

If you have been reading the Scorpius Syndrome series by Rebecca Zanetti as religiously as I have then you will have already met the characters who inhabit STORM GATHERING, book four of the series. This series becomes more involved, the characters more attached to each other and as some questions get answered, more rise to the top. It just keeps getting better. If you haven’t read any of this series yet…I highly recommend you do!

***digital copy purchased for my own personal reading but I’m sharing an honest and unscripted review


Even before surviving the Scorpius bacterium, Greyson Storm was a lone wolf navigating minefields. As a kid, he learned to take a hit and find safety. As an adult, he joined the military and quickly learned how to protect and defend. When the world ended, he created a mercenary camp with military precision, no entanglements, and a promise to avenge a fallen friend. As part of that vow, he kidnapped Maureen Shadow, but now that he has let her go, her blue eyes and intriguing mind keep haunting him…

As possibly the only Biotechnology Engineer still living, Maureen Shadow might be humanity’s one hope to survive the aftermath of Scorpius, making her frighteningly valuable to both allies and enemies. Even after sexual tension explodes with Greyson, she’s not sure which camp he belongs to—friend or foe? Worse yet, survival may mean thwarting his prime mission, putting her in even more peril. When danger and seduction collide, there is no safety in this new world.


After Maureen Shadow’s time with the Mercs, she felt herself pulled between loyalty to her brother, and the Vanguard camp and her attraction to Greyson Storm, leader of the Mercs. Her hope now was that the two groups could come together and form a stronger more resilient team to go up against the lunatic, President Atherton and his band of military bad guys.   

Greyson Storm doubts he can come to any trusting agreement with Vanguard but he wants, needs, Maureen back in his protection not only because he needs her skills as a scientist but because for the first time since Scorpius decimated the population, his heart is beginning to feel again. Now he has to make a choice, work with Vanguard to further the cause of humanity or work with President Atherton to avenge the death of a fallen friend. If he betrays Vanguard to avenge a friend, would Maureen understand or even forgive him?

The world after Scorpius has become an even more dangerous place as food sources begin to dwindle, fires break out, and Atherton and his men become more daring in their attacks on Vanguard. Having located one bunker, they hope to locate more but who is to control them once taken…Vanguard or the Mercs?
When Atherton takes Greyson’s best friend hostage, Greyson knows he must do the impossible and it will probably cost him his life. His greatest surprise comes with who steps up to give assistance when it’s least expected.

STORM GATHERING is action-packed from start to finish…never a dull moment in this one. Maureen is tough yet fragile and Greyson is determined to protect her at all costs, even if it means letting her go. He’s tough and does what has to be done even it goes against his heart but in a world gone out of control, there is even more need for rules and order. Break one of Greyson Storm’s rules and the punishment will be harsh. Touch his woman and forfeit your life.
Rebecca Zanetti has created such an amazing cast of character for this series. Just when you think they can’t be anymore heroic, along comes someone like Greyson Storm and Maureen Shadow. They are so perfect for each other and I love that the one person Greyson wants to control the most is the one he controls the least—Maureen Shadow.

I highly recommend STORM GATHERING by Rebecca Zanetti to anyone who loves fantastic, strong, and passionate characters living in a world so well written that you feel as if you are standing in the deteriorating setting created by the words on the page. Even if you’re not normally a fan of post-apocalyptic fiction, please give this series a chance…I think you will be surprised and delighted enough to become as addicted to it as I am. I can’t wait for WINTER IGNITING—Damon and April’s story. Hurry, hurry!

Happy Reading Everyone!

STORM GATHERING, a Scorpius Syndrome novel by Rebecca Zanetti, RAZ Inc LLC, available now in print and ebook formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Unwrapping a Review of IMMORTALLY YOURS, book 26 in the Argeneau series by Lynsay Sands

I’ve said many times what a great fan I am of the Argeneau series by Lynsay Sands…well, some of the past few novels have been less than her best, but she’s back! IMMORTALLY YOURS, the 26th Argeneau is everything we expect from this series and I couldn’t be happier.

***eARC provided by the publisher via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.


Irresistible chemistry and thrilling suspense combine in this electrifying new installment in New York Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands’ Argeneau series…

One hundred and twenty-five years is a long time to nurse a crush. That’s how long it’s been since Beth Argenis first met Cullen “Scotty” MacDonald and he instantly became the star of her most X-rated dreams. Back then, he was rescuing her from a Rogue Immortal. Now Beth’s a Rogue Hunter—a damn good one. She doesn’t need saving anymore, despite what Scotty thinks. What she does need is the fierce, wild desire that finally erupts between them.

Scotty has hesitated to claim Beth as his own. But one explosive kiss confirms what he’s long suspected: She’s his life mate. But Beth is tough, fearless, beautiful…and in immortal danger. Unless he wants to lose her forever, he’ll have to rethink everything he once believed about love and destiny as well as confront an enemy who’s terrifyingly close. 


Beth Argenis, as an Immortal, is a Rogue Hunter but during her mortal life, she was the victim of a hateful father, turned into a prostitute, and then forced to see all those whom she thought of as family murdered by a Rogue Immortal. One of her saviors, the Laird Cullen MacDonald, known as Scotty by all who know him, is a man who has haunted her dreams since her being turned and saved…he also has made it quite clear he wants nothing to do with her. But way over a century has passed and now he’s working alongside her in Canada and the dreams are getting sexier, hotter, and her attraction to him greater. When it’s suggested he might be her life mate, she rejects the idea since he obviously despises her. How could anyone not want his life mate?

Scotty MacDonald has lived a very long life. He’s also waited a very long time for a time for his life mate…the problem being that he’s known who she was all along only he’s not sure she’s ready or even if he wants her to be ready. His past conflicts with hers, making him think less of her only he refuses to see it. But he can’t stop worrying about her, dreaming about her, and desiring her. When a single kiss tells him everything that he needs to know, his brain continues to fight his heart.

Now Beth is in danger. Scotty is determined to keep her safe. He never wanted her to be a Rogue Hunter but now that she is, he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe even if it means risking his own life. She is his life mate even though he wishes he could erase her past, for his sake as well as hers.

Scotty is double Jamie Fraser sexy Scot! Yes, he’s grumpy, arrogant, and bossy but he’s a Laird after all…it comes with the title…but I still love him. Lynsay has conjured up some new and fun characters for us and introduced them in IMMORTALLY YOURS. Donny is our new comic relief with a tinge of innocence that just endears him completely to the reader. Kira is a new Russian born Immortal who has joined the Rogue Hunters under Beth’s tutelage and I can’t wait for her to have her own story as well as Donny his.

IMMORTALLY YOURS by Lynsay Sands is a true Argeneau fun and sexy paranormal written in the tradition of her earlier installments in the series. There’s great banter, comic relief, loads of action, and of course, hot Immortal sex complete with passing out. Hurrah! One of things I love best about this story is the wonderful backstory that Lynsay wove for us. Brilliant for helping us to understand Beth and Scotty so that we can only cheer for them once they get past their own obstacles to realize they are meant to be together.

I don’t want to give away too much because I want you to experience this one for yourself, but I highly recommend IMMORTALLY YOURS by Lynsay Sands because it’s Argeneau perfection. If you haven’t read this series yet…WHY NOT? You don’t have to be a fan of paranormal to enjoy the Argeneaus, their friends, and extended family. And IMMORTALLY YOURS is a perfect one to read to get your feet wet. I promise that if you read one…you’ll want to read more. So get started with IMMORTALLY YOURS by Lynsay Sands.

Happy Reading Everyone!

IMMORTALLY YOURS, an Argeneau novel by Lynsay Sands, Avon Romance, releasing September 26, 2017 in print and ebook formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks as well as other book vendors.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Happy Release Day! BRAYDEN, book one in the Beckett Brothers series by Susan Fisher-Davis

 A Beckett Brothers Novel
by Susan Fisher-Davis
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and coming soon to 
Barnes & Noble | Kobobooks

First in a Brand New Series

Having lost five years to prison after wrongly convicted of murder, Brayden Beckett is starting over. Leaving Texas to return to Montana is step one, opening a rescue sanctuary for horses in honor of his late wife is step two, and doing whatever he can to protect his heart from the pain of falling in love again is step three.

Melissa Conroy has been in love with her best friend’s husband since the first moment she met him…so when he calls her out of the blue to offer her a job, she leaps at the chance. She knows how much he loved his wife but even if it only means being close to him, she is willing to risk the heartache of rejection until she becomes the other woman.

Terrified of losing someone he loves again and being left alone, Brayden pushes Melissa away even as he can’t help but seek her out, until he pushes her away one too many times and she says enough. Now he’s at risk of losing her forever and his greatest fear has come true. Is it possible to have two great loves in one lifetime—and love both at the same time?

About the Author:

Susan Fisher-Davis writes steamy, hot, sexy books that women love to read. Her stories always have a happily ever after and isn’t that what romance is about? After starting out with Secret Cravings Publishing, she decided to go indie when SCP closed their doors in August 2015. Now she writes and publishes with Blue Whiskey Publishing.
Susan was born and raised in a small town in the western part of Maryland surrounded by the Appalachian Mountains. She moved to Tennessee in 1996 with her husband and two children where she enjoys walks in the woods, fishing, and dreaming about hot men to share with us.
She currently has two other series out, The Men of Clifton, Montana and The Bad Boys of Dry River. Cowboys and bad boys...what more could any woman want? Her newest series, The Callahans, a series about four cousins, begins with A COWBOY FOR CHRISTMAS, a novella – nominated for a RONE award in 2017. This wonderful and heartwarming novella is available now, and the following books in the series will be full-length. Then there is FIT FOR A KING, a standalone novel – nominated for a Summer Indie Award in 2017, and a personal favorite of mine.

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