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His Wicked Love by Anya Summers
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Mason Stewart is in a pickle. He and his brother are the co-owners of the Black Elkhorn Lodge and Resort. Their dream stands at the precipice of utter ruin because their previous chef embezzled every last dime of savings they had for the lodge. In a last ditch effort to save his business from the brink of annihilation, Mason hires a new chef for their restaurant; sight unseen.
Nothing can prepare him for Emily, the red-haired siren who waltzes into his resort, carting a set of chef knives and demanding to see her new kitchen. She challenges his authority. She inflames his every wicked desire. She is everything he has ever wanted. And he can’t touch her. He’s her boss. And it would be wrong to give in to the incendiary heat between them… wouldn’t it?
Read an Excerpt:“Are you sure this new chef can cook?” Cole asked, a pensive expression creasing his brow.
Fuck if I know. “She comes highly recommended. Has a been a sous chef for two years.”
“Actually, it’s four years, but who’s counting, right?” said a sultry female voice from his office doorway.
Mason glanced up and was glad he was seated. Emily Fox’s resume and background checks had provided him with a boatload of facts about his new hire. But they hadn’t prepared him for the red-haired siren currently standing in the wooden door frame. The long waves of her hair reminded him of the sunset, the myriad hues of burnt orange and sienna hung over delicate shoulders and more than ample cleavage before ending above her trim waist. Her skin was smooth and the color of iridescent pearls, which only seemed to magnify the natural pale pink hue of her lips that were not overly plump but perfectly formed.
Yet it was her eyes that were the real killer. On top of a voluptuous form that made the Dom in Mason want to weep in thanks, her hazel eyes were large pools that sparkled with lively zest and were surrounded by a wealth of inky lashes. Intelligence flashed in her gaze. The electricity of it zapped through him.
“You must be Emily Fox,” Mason said, finding his voice after nearly swallowing his tongue. Standing, now that he’d found his legs, he shoved away the unwanted and rather inconvenient lust she evoked in him.
“You’d be right about that,” she said, with a hint of sarcasm that she softened with a grin as she placed her free hand on her denim clad hip. The other clutched the handle of a small leather satchel about the size of his goody bag. He must have been in a mood when they’d briefly talked on the phone because the sound hadn’t affected him as it did now. The dulcet tones curled along his spine, into his gut, and made his dick twitch.
“I’m Mason Stewart. This is my brother and business partner, Cole,” Mason informed her. His gaze roved over her form. While she was dressed casually, in a pair of well-worn blue jeans and fitted mint green Henley top that accentuated her curves, with a black jacket tied around her waist, Miss Fox was anything but casual. She was stunning—exotic, even. He couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like naked.
Yet her demeanor didn’t scream Rodeo Drive. That was good. It made her appear accessible and down to earth. As though, perhaps, if he and Cole played their cards right, she wouldn’t mind trading in city life for country life in Wyoming.
“Pleasure.” Emily smiled and nodded towards Cole, who tipped his hat in her direction in greeting. From the expression on Cole’s face, Mason surmised he wasn’t the only one a bit taken aback by her looks. It should make him feel better that he wasn’t the only who’d been momentarily struck dumb, but it didn’t. He couldn’t afford to be attracted to the newest chef. The paradox of it, given their current situation, was not lost on him.
“I’m glad you made it early. Hopefully the drive wasn’t too hard on you. If you like, I can have the front desk get your belongings to your cabin. Then I can show you the restaurant and where you will be working,” Mason said as he emerged from behind his desk and walked toward her. He gestured with his hand outstretched to take the case from her and help her out. Miss Fox really was a small thing. While he was six one, he had to look down to meet her gaze. He hadn’t known what to expect—certainly not the vision before him.
Yet instead of handing it over, she shifted the case behind her back and held her other palm up, stalling his forward progression.
“Hold up, cowboy, no one touches my knives without losing body parts. I know I agreed to accept the position over the phone, but I need to see the kitchen first before we go any further,” Emily said, her sultry voice making him think of sex. Long, languorous, Tantric style sex before a roaring fire. Sex that left a body boneless and too sated to move. Her voice was sex, plain and simple. And it made his dick hard in his jeans. Mason tempered the unexpected and rather unwanted desire she stirred within him. Or tried to.
Instead he settled on annoyance with a simmering underbelly of lust, which only served to piss him off.
About the Author: Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher http://www.maggiemaegallagher.com/. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
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May 6, 2018
The Narrow Path
THE NARROW PATHKris Laubscher
Genre: Contemporary RomancePublisher: Wild Rose Publishing
Publication Date: April 9, 2018Second chance romance that will leave you believing in the power of love.Still mourning the sudden loss of her husband, a tearful Rebecca boards a plane to Rome. As gut-wrenching as it is to travel alone, she is determined to have the dream vacation she and her husband planned before his death. She doesn't expect to meet a sexy widower from New York. Harrison Sterling was born with a silver spoon and a trust fund and has never known love that wasn't dependent upon his last name and material things. When Rebecca voices her aversion to people of wealth, he hides his background. But he can’t hide his attraction to the widow from Philadelphia. Can these two broken hearts mend themselves and find a new path forward together or will their differences keep them apart?Add to Goodreads
" A heartwarming, moving story about overcoming grief and finding love again"- Maria, Amazon Reviewer" An inspiring, romantic tale of living through tragedy and finding your best life"- krlin, Amazon ReviewerPurchase LinksAmazon (Print) | Amazon (Kindle) | The Wild Rose Press ExcerptRebecca clenched her fists, her nails biting into her skin. She narrowed her eyes out the car window into the bright blue sky as exit signs flew by. Could she find the sweet spot on the window where one punch would shatter it? She’d seen it on Oprah and suddenly that useless information filled her every thought. The world had been so cruel—taking away the man she loved and leaving her with two daughters to raise alone. Ever-present magma bubbled under the calm demeanor she presented to the world. Rebecca snorted, folded her arms into her chest and curled herself into a tight ball to hug the door. Her mother pushed her into this car, and she would have to pull her out. When the car passed under the sign for the airport, Rebecca blinked away a tear, shook her head and sighed. Her mother stopped the car at the Departures curb and reached out to take Rebecca’s arm. A sad smile tugged at her lips. “Are you sure you want to go?” “Yes, Mom.” Rebecca turned to her mother and rolled her eyes like a spiteful teenager. “We’ve been over this before. It’s time I start moving on, and going to Rome is the first step.” Her mother’s wrinkled hand squeezed her arm tighter. “It will do you good to get away. You’ve been looking forward to this trip for your whole life. You put pictures of Italy on the walls of your bedroom. You begged me to take you.” Rebecca pulled her arm from her mother’s grasp and reached for the door handle. “It’s just so hard to accept that I am going alone. I was never supposed to be going alone.” Her mother latched her hands onto the doorframe and pulled her aging body out of the car. She walked around the front and stood next to the passenger door. Rebecca remained motionless. Her throat was raw and her body vacant. How did I get here? She belonged at home with her husband, tangled in their bedsheets, listening to the girls making breakfast downstairs.After a few moments, Rebecca unlatched the seatbelt, planted her feet on the pavement and drove her heels into the ground. As she rose, her mother’s flowing white hair filled Rebecca’s field of vision. Her mother’s hands gripped Rebecca’s shoulders. “Jack would have wanted you to go.” She stared Rebecca in the eyes.Rebecca glared back with pursed lips. Her mother couldn’t know what Jack wanted her to do. She wasn’t sure of it herself and she’d been married to him for fifteen years. Her mother pulled her into a hug—but not the way she used to hug her. The hugs had once filled her with love and warmth, but now she hugged her the same way everyone else did—like she was glass. Like, if they hugged her too hard, she might break. Since suddenly losing Jack three years ago, nothing felt the same. Hugs felt distant. Colors faded...About Kris Laubscher
Raised in Northern California, I now live outside Philadelphia with my husband and three kids. I spend my days working as a part-time paralegal and part-time tax collector and spend my nights working on my next novel.Official website: http://krislaubscher.comSocial Media Links: Facebook | TwitterGiveawayWIN $15 AMAZON GIFT CARD
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May 5, 2018
Challenges of being a writer!
This pretty much explains my biggest challenge. Jezzie likes to lay on my chest when I'm working so I'm forced to look over her to the computer. I know! I know! I can always move her, but she's very possessive of me and thinks that I belong to her. You should see how jealous she is of my other 3 cats when they try to get close to me. It's so funny! Her expression looks positively evil, right?
May 4, 2018
FURIOUS Update!
I'm into chapter 12 of the next book in my Nomad Outlaws Trilogy! This story between Moody and Bailey is really flowing steadily for me. I'm hoping to get it out sometime around August. Here's the blurb.
Moody had it all once, and lost it in a heartbeat. Now he goes through life as a cold, heartless nomad. A man to avoid, and be afraid of, uncaring if each day could be his last. He gives a fuck about nothing and no one, until an innocent woman comes out of nowhere. Unafraid of his fury, challenging his demons, making him want to live again. Is he strong enough to let her into his heart?
DANGEROUS, book 2 will be released on 5/21 and is available for pre-order. I hope that you're following the trilogy. All three heroes have appeared in all three books.
Moody had it all once, and lost it in a heartbeat. Now he goes through life as a cold, heartless nomad. A man to avoid, and be afraid of, uncaring if each day could be his last. He gives a fuck about nothing and no one, until an innocent woman comes out of nowhere. Unafraid of his fury, challenging his demons, making him want to live again. Is he strong enough to let her into his heart?
DANGEROUS, book 2 will be released on 5/21 and is available for pre-order. I hope that you're following the trilogy. All three heroes have appeared in all three books.
