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Back In Time #ReleaseDay #NewRelease #SecondChanceRomance

BACK IN TIME Virginia Nelson

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Lady Daffodil Davola grew up traveling Ren Faires with her family. She’s not ashamed of living life off the grid, content with her world and the bawdy band of misfits and wanderers who share it with her.  She doesn’t seek the approval of the outside world…not even from the one man who ever made her want something more.

Gregory Wilder grew up in a family obsessed with politics, determined to become movers and shakers. He remembers a fluke visit to a medieval faire and the girl he met once upon a time. After a messy divorce, he’s determined to find her and see what if…
Assigned to play King and Queen, they have to work together for Knight’s week, like it or not, because Daffy’s father insists. Can they make it through a week without killing each other, or will they end up Falling Back In Time? 

Alpha's Truth, Fallen Alpha #2 - Rebecca Royce

Alpha's TruthRebecca RoyceFallen Alpha, #2Releases 3/17
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Montana Alpha Beaux Nelson believes in living his life the way werewolves were meant to—as naturally and free as possible. He honors the moon with every hunt and breath in his body. When he discovers his true mate is the healer of another pack, he’s determined nothing will come between them—not even her kidnapping. Pursuing her across the continent, Beaux will take any risk to claim the woman meant for him…but surviving her rejection is another matter.

Lake Fennell has never thrived as a healer should, her gift acts out, she changes others without their permission and has failed to save those precious to her. When she discovers Beaux may very well be her true mate, she flees rather than face the possibility. In her haste, she falls into the arms of the True Believers. Months of torture later, she can barely believe it when she wakes to find herself with the one man she shouldn’t want and can never have. In order to save them both, she must leave her true mate, knowing she might not leave his heart in tact. But if she doesn’t do what she was born to do everything will be lost…including the world she’s fought the hardest for.

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Cooking with the #SnarkyChef – Scones and Devonshire cream

Have I mentioned a hundred thousand times that I don't cook? Welp, I did today. For one, I've had a yen for scones and Devonshire cream. Noms. For two, my intermittant internet access due to a problem with the lines (they're working on it) has altogether made computer time downright frustrating. Due to that...I baked.

Or tried. These are variations of recipes I found online with my own personal substitutions and I don't ever advise following my cooking instructions. That said, here's how I did it.
 Step One: Assemble ingredients for cream.

Devonshire cream
Whipping creamCream cheesePowdered sugarSour cream Beat cream until stiff peaks form aka the rest of your life(ha! That’s why they call it cream. It has like three creams in it.)
Borrow your neighbor’s blender

Step Two through, like, ten: Put all that stuff in a Tupperware bowl. Splatter combined creams across the kitchen, making sure to spatter it on your keyboard because nothing says sticky keys like Devonshire cream! Curse when you get cream in your eye. Wonder why sour cream is sour. Finally get stuff going and beat until it has ‘stiff peaks’ huckahuckahucka.

Wonder how long it has been and realize you only have sort of limp defeated peaks.
Post to facebook and learn that a chilled metal bowl (instead of a room temp plastic one) and chilling the beaters would’ve ensured you got stiff peaks sooner. Realize cream and nipples apparently have that in common…

Place cream in refrigerator. Drink some espresso. Watch Racheal Ray and wonder why she never splatters stuff all over her kitchen. Pfft…she’s doing it wrong. Save some for eating!
Make a couple phone calls. File your nails. Wash your hands. See if cream is cold. If it is, beat it again and thrill when your peaks get stiff. Ha! Bam. Nailed it.

Wonder why you’re making something this complicated when you normally burn water. Shake it off, shake it off…and find that recipe for scones.

Note that the recipe for scones calls for blueberries, but the ones at the grocer were more like blue-raisin-berries, and figure…eh, strawberries and blackberries will do the same thing, right?
Right?
Wonder vaguely who actually (like actually) has ‘sanding sugar’ in their house and figure that Sugar in the Raw is basically the same thing…so decide to substitute with that.
Step Whatever: Assemble ingredients for Scones
so many berries died this way...Scones1 ½ cups all-purpose flour½ cup cake flour (not self rising)… which is in a box, surprisingly enough. Tricky flour. You look like cereal!3 tablespoons of regular sugar…or more if you slip and dump part of the bowl in. Whatever.2 ½ teaspoons of baking powder from the back of your refrigerator which only smells a little like shrim¾ teaspoon of salt1 stick of really cold butter grated or just hack it into bits. That’s what I did.1 cup of blueberries…eff blueberries. Strawberries. And some blackberries. Maybe a crasin for giggles.½ cup buttermilk (the recipe calls for low-fat but we’re not dieting here. We’re eating this with Devonshire cream which is basically all the milks and sugar. Pfft. I went with the full-on-all-fat-buttermilk.) It is important to use as many dishes as possible when baking so that your teens have something to complain about besides video games1 large egg plus one beaten egg for egg wash… (Why don’t they just say two damned eggs?)½ teaspoon of pure vanilla extract which might or might not be expired…who knows?Sugar In The Raw (because, no, I don’t have sanding sugar. But it is sugar, so therefore sweet so neenerneenerneener)
Step Next: Tell your kid to preheat the oven to 375˚F Pizza cutters work faboo on sconesDrink more espresso. This cooking stuff. Wow, with the steps.
Step One: (Because we’re just starting at one again. It’ll work out better this time.) Realize you can’t find the pastry cutter. Decide fork will work well. Combine flours, salt, sugar, baking powder (realize the shrimpy stuff is baking soda, find baking powder) in a bowl and then smoosh in the butter until it is dry globs. Add fruit. In another bowl, combine the milk, one egg and vanilla and then dump that gak into the dry stuff. Stir lightly then frantically so that it makes a ball of goo.
Blackberries might be too juicy for thisDump that on your island and squish it a bit with your hands to make sure it is all combined and stuff. Smack it until the whole ball is about 1’ thick and round-ish. Cut it with a pizza cutter until they look scone-ish. Brush with a paint brush of egg wash (unless you own the actual tool for this, in which case…seriously? You came to my blog for cooking advice? Rethink your life choices.) and then sprinkle with sugar in the raw.

Put all that on a cookie sheet covered in parchment paper and bake for about 22 minutes. It says to transfer to wire rack…but slap them on the island again to cool.
Aaaand you're done! Cook until they aren't burnt. Serve like this with cream while still warm.
Don't burn your fingers. #advice

Alpha in Disguise - Rugged Shifters #newRelease #Shifters - Afton Locke #BHW

I’ve always had a weakness for rugged men who work with their hands. They’re straightforward, sexy, and undeniably male. Bring on the ripped, faded jeans and the flannel shirt opened to reveal a tanned, muscular chest. When I tried to decide what occupation to give my hero in Alpha in Disguise, my latest release, I had to make it fit in the shared world of the Black Hills Wolves series. The Black Hills are pretty rugged, so I made Ogden the pack’s lumberjack. When tough, kickass Lara breezes in from Yellowstone to fulfil her destiny, she needs a rugged alpha. Can she unleash the beast within him?
Alpha in Disguise by Afton Locke Unleash the alpha! Release Date: 6 March 2015Publisher: Decadent PublishingAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Disguise-...
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  Blurb When her mother is shot by a rancher, Lara Wolfe becomes the last Dominant of Yellowstone’s Lamar Canyon pack. Her mother’s dying wish sends her to South Dakota’s Black Hills to find her mate, but Lara would rather continue her mission—saving her pack.
When Ogden Woods, lumber supplier for the Tao pack, offers the newcomer a place to stay, an explosive attraction reveals they’re mates. Afraid of unleashing his inner Dominant and a secret that could get him exiled, he’ll do anything to avoid mating.
Although he begs Lara to stay in Los Lobos where she’ll be safe, she can’t turn her back on her pack. As her mate, Ogden is bound to protect her, but following her means risking his home and his very life. Are they willing to pay the price?
Excerpt (explicit) Alpha in Disguise - Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015
“Ogden, I came to say good-bye.”
“Damn.” His tanned face turned pale. “Let’s go inside and discuss it.”
Realizing he was fighting to keep his mate, her heart fluttered in her chest. They stepped into his office and closed the door. The room had his stamp all over it.
Bits of wood, tools, dusty papers, and rags littered the worktable, and the air smelled woody and masculine.
But he didn’t seem to have conversation on his mind. Instead, his strong arms slipped around her.
“Don’t go,” he whispered in her hair.
His woodsy scent, mixed with his lust, made her dizzy. Her fingers dug into the back of his coarse cotton shirt. Against her will, her nails clawed the fabric, pulling it out of his jeans. They eyed each other, two predators circling a kill.
“Convince me,” she whispered.
In reply, his mouth surged against hers, the force knocking her back against his file cabinets. His tongue breached her mouth, claiming her so fast her breath faltered. While she tangled her fingers in his tousled chestnut hair, broad hands squeezed her breasts, bringing her nipples to rock-hard points. With her heart thundering in her ears, she unbuttoned her shirt before he could rip the buttons off this one, too.
Panting hard, he paused to ask, “When can you conceive?”
“D-during the full moon,” she replied, struggling for her own breath. “It’s safe now.”
He jerked down the zipper of her jeans and spun her around. “Then hang on!”
As she bent over and grabbed the two nearest metal handles, her swollen breasts tumbled out of her bra. Hot moisture flooded her core. No matter how many penises she allowed inside her, for whatever reasons, she vowed she would only remember his.
“Just this once,” she gasped as he tugged down her jeans. “I can’t stay.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” he ground out as he grabbed her hips, keeping her immobile. “You’re my mate, and you’re going to stay here where you belong.”
The slippery head of his cock brushed her buttocks, scorching her sensitive skin before he plunged it home. He filled her cunt with the force of a sledgehammer, making her cry out. Any doubts she had about the man being a Dominant evaporated.
“You’re no Omega, Ogden Woods.” Her voice cracked as he pulled out and plunged back in. “You’re a Dominant in an Omega’s clothing. Why?”
Coming Soon
Deeper Than Perfect - Musa Publishing - 1970s time-travel - August 2015
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IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT by Taryn Kincaid #NewRelease #FatedDesires

IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT
By Taryn Kincaid

BLURB:
Derek Dunne is a Cordon Bleu-trained food critic for the prestigious New York Monitor, whose scathing review of a popular Italian bistro has driven away all but the most loyal neighborhood patrons.
Lucrezia Serafina DiCicco is a clumsy business school drop-out, working as a chef and scrambling to keep her family's restaurant afloat, after her father develops diabetes and is banned from his kitchen for his own good.
Now, with The Monitor folding, Derek is searching for his next career path and longing to get back to his first love—cooking—while Lu is desperate for an influx of cash to save the struggling restaurant…even as her father puts his foot down about non-family employees.
Derek and Lu embark on a marriage of inconvenience to save the restaurant. But can Lu ever really trust the man who nearly destroyed her family, once noted her initials spelled “LSD,” and her food was like a “bad trip?”
Or will it be their hearts on the chopping block? 

       EXCERPT: (HOT rated)She brushed her hands on her apron and straightened her shoulders as she strode toward the bar. Not in the mood. So not in the mood. As if the hunky strangerhad come here looking for a hook-up, rather than to send back his too-salty pasta fagiole or rubbery calamari or register some other grievance.
 
She looked a fright besides.The moon might resemble a pizza pie but amoredid not live anywhere in the restaurant anymore, except in its name. As that bastard Derek Dunne had pointed out in his review. Vicious…but truthful, she had to admit.
As she approached the customer, she positioned herself with her back to the mirror over the bar, so she didn’t have to gaze at her sorry reflection. At least no one else was at the bar to gawk at her frazzled condition.
The man swirleda pool of condensation on the burledwood with his index finger.Strong hands. No rings, she noted.Up close and personal, his looks were even more devastating, the essence of hearty masculinity radiating raw, contained power, his body taut with  muscles beneath a finely-tailored suit that stretched across broad shoulders, his blue eyes intense enough to put her in a near trance. She gazed at his long, blunt fingers playing restlesslyon the bar and imagined him sliding them across her heated flesh.Making her wet. Thrusting insideher. His thumb strokingher clit untilit swelled, the pleasure so unbearable he had her writhing with passion, screaming for release.
Holy cannoli! What the heck was wrong with her? Was she that desperate? Yeah, probably. And yeah, he looked that good. Good enough to eat. With or withoutwhipped cream and chocolate sauce. Oh, yeah. That image helped cool down her roaring libido. Not.
Suppressing a shiver, she cleared her throat. “I’m Lu DiCicco. You wanted to see me?”

IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT is a hot and spicy contemporary foodie romance releasing February 24, 2015 from Fated Desires Publishing’s new special line “Give Me a Taste.”  Available at:  Amazon | iBooks | Kobo |  Google play 


AUTHOR BIO: Taryn Kincaid is a former award-winning reporter and columnist, covering everything from fires and homicides, to corrupt politicians and hero dogs. Nowadays, she haunts courthouses (in least paranormal way).
She is the author of the Sleepy Hollow series--LIGHTNING,THUNDER,FROST,HEAT WAVE and IN FROM THE COLD -- sexy paranormal romances for Decadent Publishing's popular 1Night Stand series; BLIZZARD, a short erotic romance for Decadent's The Edge line; HEALING HEARTS, a Regency romance from Carina Press, and SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS, an erotic paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press. Books 1-4 of her Sleepy Hollow series, plus Blizzard, have been compiled in the SLEEPY HOLLOW edition, available in paperback and digital formats. Just released: WOLF’S SLONG, a sexy paranormal romance for Decadent Publishing's new Black Hills Wolves shifter line. Coming soon, RAIN, a Beyond Fairytales story for Decadent; and HER CAPTAIN, a Tempting Signs series story for Fated Desires.
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Portrait of a Lone Wolf #NewRelease #BlackHillsWolves #BHW Katalina Leon

Portrait of a Lone WolfBlack Hills WolvesKatalina Leon
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Blurb: A mixed-blood Native American wolf-shifter, abandoned by a teenage mother and ignored by an absentee father, Rio Waya has never fit in or felt worthy of love. But when he comes home to the Black Hills, he realizes he wants a mate of his own. 

Recovering from a cheating ex who started a new family behind her back, Sela López seeks escape to pull her life back together. As a documentary filmmaker and wildlife photographer, she rents a cabin in the Black Hills with plans to film the beleaguered wolf population. But she’s so busy looking through a camera lens she doesn’t see trouble coming. 

Sparks fly as mutual fears and vulnerabilities surface when Sela and Rio meet. She can’t figure out why the mysterious Mr. Waya is so anxious about having a documentary made of the Black Hills Wolves. But when his secret is exposed, all hell breaks loose. Can Rio win Sela’s trust and soothe her fears about allowing a hunky wolf-shifter into her heart? 

Excerpt:“López, my name’s Sela López. I’ll be a resident of Los Lobos County this summer. I’ve rented a cabin on Gray Paw Mountain.” Everyone perked up in a weird way. They looked a bit too interested in what she’d said. The response was unsettling.Gee glowered. “You’re the one renting the cabin?”She realized this was probably a good time to change the subject. “I would like my patty medium rare.”Damn. Why the hell had she announced to a bunch of strange men in a bar she was going to living alone in a remote cabin on the edge of a national park? Not smart.“López?” Gee guffawed He appeared amused as if he were privy to the funniest private joke in the world. “López means ‘wolf’! You gotta love the irony.” He gave Plaid Shirt a nudge. “Rio, did you know her name was López?”Rio lifted his chin. “I knew.”“What’s going on?” Sela’s temper flared. “Am I missing something? What’s so funny about my name? López is a common Hispanic surname.”Rio offered her his hand. “Miss López, my name is Rio Waya. You rented the cabin on Gray Paw Mountain from me. You’re hours late. I was expecting you to arrive before sunset.”She gulped. “I’m sorry. I badly miscalculated the distances out here. I thought I would call when I got to town. I hoped perhaps you could give me directions over the phone and talk me in?”Rio shook his head. “You’d never find the cabin by yourself in the dark. This isn’t Los Angeles. There are no street signs. The cabin’s hidden beyond miles of timber, gravel, and unmarked dirt road. You’ll have to follow me. I’ll lead us in.”“Wait a moment!” Panic rose in her voice. This guy, attractive as he was, was still a man. She certainly didn’t need one of those, especially during her summer of soul-healing. “I was told I’d have privacy at the cabin. I don’t want a roommate or a landlord crowding me.”“I won’t be crowding you.” Rio’s expressive brows sank. Obviously, he’d taken offense. “The only thing we’ll be sharing is a mountain. I’ll be living five miles away at the Los Lobos ranger station. Will that satisfy your need for privacy?”“Yes.”His lip curled with a hint of sarcasm. “At least the first matter is settled. One thing at a time.”“Pardon me. Is there a problem I’m unaware of?”“Last night’s e-mail mentioned your desire to do a documentary on Los Lobo’s growing wolf population. Filming here is not a good idea. If I had known this was your intention, I would have refused you use of my cabin.”She was stunned. “I drove eleven-hundred miles to get here. The documentary is the entire purpose of my trip. All I’ll do is film and photograph wolves outside the national park. Who will I hurt?”Rio’s gaze hardened. “The wolves.”“How so? I’ll treat this subject with respect. This isn’t amateur wildlife photography, like you might be thinking. I plan to win the wolves over, gain their trust, and take portraits of each one as an individual. The presentation will be like a family album.”“Sounds sweet, but has it occurred to you publishing photographs of individual wolves and showing their exact location outside the protection of the park puts them at grave risk?”“From who?”“Pissed-off ranchers, poachers, and any number of psychos who get their kicks owning the pelt of an animal everybody else has fawned over. Do you have any idea how many creeps out there would love to say they shot ol’ White Socks and her pups or whatever you christen the wolves? A lot. The sad part is they’ll never be prosecuted. If they claim they felt threatened, they’ll be within their rights to shoot. The wolves aren’t protected on private land.”“I disagree. I plan to bring positive attention to Los Lobos wolf population. In the long run, the more people aware of the problem, the safer the wolves will be.”His hands clenched to fists. “No offense, Miss López, but you just drove in from Los Angeles. You can’t fully grasp how complicated our situation is.”“I have a Jeep parked in back, loaded with film equipment. I spent the last eight months of my life doing extensive wolf research and nearly all my savings on this project. I need this to work, so please don’t insult me by saying I haven’t given this serious thought.”Rio stood, revealing a powerful build. He stepped closer until she was forced to tip her chin up. “I could choose to give your deposit back. I don’t have to rent the cabin to you.”“You could, but I won’t be stopped. I’ll figure out something else.” She stared at Rio. He returned the stiletto gaze in the most provoking way with nostrils flared. She sensed this was a crucial challenge and held her ground, willing herself not to blink. He loomed so close she felt his warm breath on her cheek.Finally, he broke the death-stare and looked away. “I’ll give you credit for being determined. Miss López, will you accept some helpful advice?”The brief but intense mini-standoff left her rattled. “Sure.”“My advice to you is—accept helpful advice…”
Author Bio: Katalina Leon
Katalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary, and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there's a daring heroine inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

Black Hills Wolves, “Portrait of a Lone Wolf” book 7, Katalina LeonDecadent Publishing. http://www.decadentpublishing.com/
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Finding Lost #NewRelease from Deena Remiel #FatedDesires #SpecialLines

Finding Lost Deena Remiel
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How could anyone be miserable in paradise? Carrie Samuels could write a book about it. Far away from her family and friends, she’s fled to Isla Mujéres hoping to escape a relentless stalker who knew how to torment and leave no calling card. What started out as a short-term solution has turned into a long-term jail sentence on a tropical island.
Painfully handsome, with a killer smile and well-hewn body, Dillon McMahon left his past behind and plans to spend the rest of his life off the grid on Isla Mujéres, the perfect place to dig in. Living next door to a sexy, quirky, and mysterious woman makes it all the sweeter.
When Carrie and Dillon’s pasts collide with the present, it threatens their budding relationship and sends them into a maelstrom of danger, abduction, and attempted murder. Sometimes, no matter how far you run, you just can’t hide.
EXCERPT  ©2015 “Change your name, and your hair color. Then move far away from here and lay low. I’m sorry, but at this point, that’s the best advice I can offer you.” Laura slumped in the rickety wooden seat next to the detective’s desk and pounded her sweaty palms against the armrests. He couldn’t be giving up on her case! But the truth of the situation mocked her with every hopeless word the defeated man spoke. Just like all the others, he’d been bested. One psychopath had managed to render New York’s finest and a host of private detectives impotent. “I don’t understand. How can this monster make my life a living hell day after day and not get caught? How can he continue to terrorize me like this and not leave any trace of who he is?” Detective Roberts gnawed on a sunflower seed and spit the remnants into a paper cup. Had he gotten a little grayer around the temples since the last time she’d been to the station? “He knows what he’s doing, how to play the game. I’m thinking he could be one of us, or someone who’s been in law enforcement. It’s uncanny the way he can do so much and not slip up. It’s pissing me off.” “You’re pissed?” she scoffed. “What about me? According to you, my life is about to be over as I know it.” She grabbed a tattered tissue from her purse and blew her nose. As she took a quick look in the makeup mirror, her complexion told a sorry story of incessant stress and sleep deprivation. What a mess. She plunged the mirror back into her bag and noticed paper clips strewn across his desk. One by one she gathered them into rows and columns. Then she gathered each row and deposited them back into the paper clip holder. “Listen, I’m not giving up on you or on trying to find the sick bastard. I just think it would be best for you to disappear into a whole new life. As long as your stalker remains a mystery, it’s not safe for you to be… you. I could suggest what I’m sure all the others have— change your routines, move to another part of the city, or hire security…” “I’ve done all that already, and he’s still around.” “The last, most severe response is to skip town and start fresh somewhere else. Keep a low profile in some invisible job where nobody knows who you really are.” “Do you realize what you’re asking me to do? I own a thriving book store. I have family and friends. I can’t just give it all up. Then he wins.” “Isn’t he winning now?” She raised a brow and turned away, preferring to straighten the various piles of paper on his desk and align each container to another rather than face the truth. 

Author Bio By writing paranormal romance and suspense, Deena spends her days and nights playing in the Garden of Good and Evil. She’s been known to have downed a few beers with her angels, and even put Satan in his place a time or two. She’s come to learn, however, that the human villains she creates can be more evil and depraved than the supernatural characters she conjures up. Gilbert, Arizona is home now for her family, but she hails from Philadelphia, PA and lived for many years in Manalapan, NJ. When she’s not writing, she’s teaching kids how to do the same.

Elite Metal #NewRelease from Heather Long and Saranna DeWylde!

COMING FEBRUARY 10th: Elite Metal is coming out in February—a novel approach to collections, where all the stories intertwine! Our heroes are ex-military secretive operatives, who all belong to a kickass motorcycle club. Sound yummy? I know! Follow  us on Facebook for release updates!https://www.facebook.com/elitemetalbooks

Elite Metal – Book One in the Elite Warriors Series
For decades the US Marines funded a top-secret unit known as Elite Recon. A deadly group of men and women sent to infiltrate dozens of countries completely undetected. Mission objectives so extreme casualties were not only probable, but expected.
The current batch of operatives had returned from hundreds of assignments unscathed…until one mission went horribly wrong. Several men lost their lives and the group disbanded. The remaining leathernecks were scattered in the wind with new identities. They were told to blend in. Be normal. Or face being forever silenced just like their fallen brothers.
Now, two years later, each living member of the group is kidnapped and given a chance to make things right. But this time they’re no longer under the thumb of Uncle Sam. A mysterious private backer who knows about their past has brought them back together. No longer are they forced to turn a blind eye to the lost and forsaken.
A new life. A new future…Elite Metal.
Scorching romance from Anna Alexander and Jennifer Kacey, Heather Long, Sabrina York Rebecca Royce, Saranna DeWylde and Roxie Rivera


Pure CopperBy Heather LongFormer Marine special forces, Sachi “Copper” James is a chameleon. She thrives on being someone else. Her mission? Identify the rat who sold her team bad intel.

Gabriel Danvers, ex-CIA analyst, is a master of disseminating the details. He wants to enjoy a normal life, retired from the game. His mission? Teach classes.

When Gabriel becomes the target of Copper’s investigation, he re-enters a world of danger and deception--all to claim the passion of the one woman who’s haunted him for years.

READ AN EXCERPT
With eighty students piled into their seats, it would be hard for most professors to keep track of who was who. The sign in sheet always began a rotation in a different part of the hall. Everyone signed in and if their name wasn’t on the sheet—depending on when he passed it around—they didn’t get credit for attending International Relations in Business.
Unfortunately for his students, Gabriel Danvers never forgot a face. He knew which students had their friends sit in or when one of the guys switched his jacket and move surreptitiously to the other side of the room to sign in for a missing classmate and he damn well knew when a woman entered the class who didn’t belong.
Sitting three rows back from the front, her feet propped on the back of another chair, hair in a ponytail and looking about twenty with her cosmetic free face, his lecture hall had an invader. She had her phone in her hand and typed swiftly with her thumbs while he lectured on the pros and cons of the environmental restrictions on European Union business contracts, prosperity and how those factors influenced American businesses in the region.
Though he let his gaze wander over the class making eye contact with the students as he paced back and forth, his awareness of her never diminished. Keeping track of her from the corner of his eye whenever he glanced away told him three things.
She wasn’t one of his usual students or shills—she never bothered to sign the sheet.
She took copious notes, but she was also snapping pictures.
She wanted something from him.
Call it instinct or a sixth sense, but he’d always had a way of looking at scattered facts and identifying a pattern. Her attention was on him, not the material, and her focus belied her casual attitude. She watched without looking, and the weight of her attention proved a provocative allure to his senses.
Whatever she wanted, he looked forward to discovering. His body stirred and he ignored the bolt of lust. No idea who she is, and fucking students is not on the syllabus. The thought came out of nowhere and he coughed once to clear his throat. The corner of her pale pink decorated mouth curved upward. Amusement gleamed in her pale, pale green eyes.
The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to him. Pausing at the desk, he leaned against it and stretched his legs. Two could play that game, he kept the lecture going as he braced his legs. The urge to ease his stiffening cock to one side grew more profound, but he focused on her. Memorizing her face. He was damn good with faces.
The deep tan of her skin reminded him of a dark coffee with a sweet cream. Enticing image aside, she had a perfectly balanced and asymmetrical face, but he couldn’t place her origins. Not easily. A faint tilt to her eyes, high cheek bones and a deliciously sensuous mouth…
“So here’s your assignment,” he said, finishing his lecture and dragging his attention away from the siren summoning him in the third row. Ignoring the groans, he used his thumb to point at the board behind him. “Six companies are listed there—three are European Union based and three are U.S. based. Using the lecture and your materials, not only do you need to identify which is which—I want you to identify who is in violation of those restrictions and what are the ramifications for the upcoming Conference on International Commerce.”
The groans increased in volume, and he smiled. They really should learn he didn’t mention items, places or events if they weren’t important.
“Any questions?” Oddly, no hands went up. His gaze collided with the goddess in the third row and she made no attempt to disguise her continued amusement. Another minute dragged on and the class didn’t ask any questions so he clapped his hands together and said, “I’ll see you next week. Don’t forget my office hours if you have questions.”
Would she stay? Or would she go?
Swinging around the desk, he gathered his notes and the papers the class handed in at the beginning. He annoyed them by requiring print copies rather than digital submissions. The horror of figuring out how to use control-P on their computers must have been a challenge.
Warm vanilla sugar teased his nose. She stayed. Glancing from the papers, he found her standing just three feet away, directly across the desk. How sturdy was the construction of the desk? It wouldn’t take him anytime at all to clear it.
Student. Red. Fucking. Light. Intellect versus instinct. She looked young, with an almost fresh scrubbed innocence about her—but those eyes weren’t innocent and harbored far too much hidden emotion as though she’d seen hell and back. 
Locking gazes, he considered all the things he wanted to say. Then reconsidered and kept it professional, “Auditing?”
Laughter, low and throaty, and a lot like warm bourbon on an icy cold evening rolled from her. “No, I just wanted to check out the hot teacher.” She winked, then pivoted and strolled out of his wet dreams…
Strolled?
More like sauntered. Checking his libido, he locked his gaze on the way her hips swayed in those skin tight denim jeans. He knew that walk. Had been hunting for it for two years…
“Hey,” he called, shoving the papers into his backpack and zipping it closed. He crossed the room in four strides to catch her. She didn’t slow down, but having her in his sights for the first time since Nigeria, no way in hell was he letting her walk away.
What the hell was she doing in his classroom?
“Hey,” he said again, catching her elbow and turning her into another empty lecture hall and closing the door to block the noise from the hall. “Where are you running off to?”
Lips pursed, she gave the closed door a glance. “I wasn’t running anywhere.” If her looks hadn’t already captivated him, the hot, buttered rum quality of her voice would have taken him hostage. His libido went into revolt and his cock stiffened to full attention.
His body didn’t give one good damn whether she was a student or not.
Definitely not a student. She didn’t hold herself in any manner as a subordinate or as a student would seeking approval. He’d had a few come on to them, their sloppy, over the top attempts were porn movie quality and he didn’t screw kids. Miss Walking Sex on a Stick was definitely a woman. “Good,” he said, remembering he actually needed to talk. “How do you feel about coffee?”
“Well I never kick it out of bed.” She folded her arms and the placement tightened her sweater over her breasts. A handful each, but he didn’t miss the tension in her shoulders or the way she braced her feet.
She’s ready for a fight if she has to. Probably didn’t help that he was looming over her. Taking a step back, he leaned against the door. No, he wasn’t demanding but he didn’t want her running away again either.
Curiosity flared in her eyes. Oh, had he intrigued her?
“Good to know,” he needed to jumpstart the blood flow back to his brain. “I know a great place on the other side of campus. It’s quiet. Let me buy you a cup?”
Surprise rippled across the surface of her eyes. “Do you often ask students out for coffee?” Was that a note of disappointment creeping into her voice?“Not at all. But then you’re not a student.”
“You sound certain.” Her chin lifted, and if he were a betting man, he’d peg her for another move to distract him. The action revealed the slender column of her throat and added to the air of vulnerability around her.
Keeping his gaze on her eyes, he trusted his instincts. Nothing about her was as it appeared—except she was fucking gorgeous and intrigued him on every level. 
“You wanted to check out the hot teacher. How about a closer look?” He dropped the backpack and took a step toward her.
Eyebrows raised, she met him step for step until they were breast to chest and he kept his hands to himself though they itched follow the shape of those lovely hips. Maintaining a fist hold grip on his restraint, he took a deep breath of her heady vanilla scent. He’d never been a fan of sweets.

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National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.



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Single mom Jeanie Long was trying to save her butt at work by reporting her manager to the company owner. Instead, she finds herself greeted warmly by gorgeous company CEO Camden James...and introduced to his father as his fiancée. Now she's been hired—complete with a hefty pay raise—to be the fake fiancée of the infamous “Penthouse Prince.”

Camden doesn't believe in love. He believes in mutually beneficial business arrangements. With his real fiancée off cheating on him, Camden needs someone to help him prove to his father that he's definitely ready to marry. Yet Jeanie's combination of beauty and bluntness act like an aphrodisiac, and their “for the press” kisses look incredibly real. So real that Jeanie and Camden are either really convincing actors...or they've fallen for their own charade.

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