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November 8, 2013

Take A Look At Me Now by Miranda Dickinson

Take A Look At Me Now I was just complaining on here the other day that people don't seem to know what women's fiction is supposed to be anymore...that books nowadays--wrongly labeled women's fiction--feature heroines whose only goal in life is to either get laid or land a billionaire or get laid by a billionaire and have his baby.

This is women's fiction. In this book, we have a woman who is facing a huge life change: she's lost her job.

She takes action in the form of a vacation, to San Fran.

I've been to San Fran and didn't need the travel commentary, but those who haven't been there will probably appreciate it. However, I really liked this heroine. Is she perfect? No... but who is? She has her doubts, she has moments when she doesn't listen, use common sense, etc, but she has a good heart and what I loved the most about her is....she doesn't need a man. I totally dug her attitude as she traveled to the U.S. from England and when a holiday romance presents itself, she doesn't start planning a wedding, but instead takes it as it comes, one day at a time.

Her life and her decisions do not revolve around men. This is a heroine who stands on her own two feet. If she finds love, it's just a bonus, but she's going to achieve her dream first and foremost: that of running a diner, HER diner.

I really enjoyed the after-school program she participates in, the friendly banter among San Franciscoans (though I must say, I don't find Americans are this friendly and I've lived here my whole life), the details of her "internship", and her fun cousin. I wanted to step into the book and live it myself.

There was a plot twist or two I didn't see coming and for a while there I honestly thought the story was going to another way than it did. It ended up going the way I expected, but I had enough doubts it would get there that I didn't feel it was overly predictable.

I did grow bored a few times. As I said above, I've been to San Fran already. Some things also felt unnecessary, like the birthday hunt. I was bored with that and wondered why it was in the story. Some characters didn't seem relevant either (the juggler). That has to be my only quibble. I was like, "Why did we meet that dude? He never appeared again. Why bother having him in it at all?"

But it was a good read and it's what women's fiction should be: a woman facing a life change, learning to deal with it, living for herself, working toward a goal, and while she finds love, it isn't her main purpose in life.

I received this from a publicist.





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Published on November 08, 2013 00:00

November 7, 2013

Strong is Sexy Heroine of the Week: Abbey

Book: Black Irish
Author: Tricia Andersen
Heroine: Abbey

Abbey begins the series as an extremely naive Iowa children's writer. However, she finds her strength quickly when the two men in her life deceive her. First she realizes her illustrator, Sloan, lies to her about his sexuality. Then she discovers her boyfriend, Michael, steals all her money and runs to Mexico with her best friend.

Instead of being lost and desperate, Abbey gets a job and a place to live in a dangerous part of New York City and saves money to get back home to Iowa. Even when Sloan returns and tells her how he feels about her, she still is determined to be independent. She finds the will in herself to be her own woman. Despite being married to a millionaire, she becomes self-sufficient. Her stubborn independent streak becomes the perfect compliment to strong, stubborn Irishman through the Black Irish series.

Blurb:  Black Irish Abbey couldn't believe he was gay.

She nearly ran away from her dreams of being a children's book writer when she was introduced to her illustrator Sloan O'Riley, a dark, sensual Irishman with incredible ice blue eyes. He certainly couldn't be good for Abbey's relationship with her boyfriend back in Iowa. How could she stay in New York and work intimately with the sinfully sexy Sloan even if he was gay? And when Sloan is threatened to be deported, how far would Abbey go to keep him in the U.S.?

Sloan was forced to tell a little white lie. He had no choice.

He couldn't let the sweet, beautiful, innocent Abbey Wright flee from his life - not without a chance to explore the sudden desire he felt for her. Lying to her by telling her he was gay seemed to put her at ease. But what would Abbey do if she ever discovered the truth about Sloan's sexuality - or learned the deeper, darker secret he's been hiding?



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Published on November 07, 2013 00:00

November 6, 2013

The Melody of Secrets by Jeffrey Stepakoff

The Melody of Secrets I was a tad put off by this book at first, by the style and the lack of emotion, but then I realized there was a reason for this... As the heroine of the story opens up, so does the book, revealing the emotions under what at first comes off as an icy exterior. I quickly grew to appreciate this style and it engrossed me.

I breezed through this one in two days, partly because it's an easy read, not too heavy on description or details and partly because it's such a fascinating subject that hasn't been done before. It reveals how very desperate America was to compete with Russia in space. Desperate enough to hire former Nazis to the job and bury their secrets, their wrongdoings.

The rockets, the factory, all fascinating. Wrong, but fascinating. I feel morbid for saying that, but hey, if we forget history, we risk repeating it, so it's something I feel should become more known.

In a nutshell, you have the space program in 1957, Germans who have relocated to America, the Civil Rights movement being compared to what the Nazis did (really appreciated this look at hate and how it's hate, pure and simple, no matter who does it), a love triangle that could get messy, and about how turning the other cheek makes you just as bad as those who did the crime. There's a very touching story, tragic also, about a violin and its origins. The heroine is faced with a difficult decision and must realize the truth has been staring her in the face all along, a truth she didn't want to see. It's intense and I even teared up at one point.

I appreciated many aspects to this tale. I must confess, however, that I didn't buy into the historical love story at all. Just hours after meeting, if that, she throws herself at this stranger? Noooooo.....

The ending...I was really hoping it would go the other way. :/

I must say though, this book ended up being one of my most interesting read this last week. I recommend it.

I received this via Netgalley.




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Published on November 06, 2013 00:00

November 5, 2013

Dollface: A Novel of the Roaring Twenties by Renee Rosen

Dollface: A Novel of the Roaring Twenties When I first read the blurb for this book, I thought it was about a woman bootlegger...and it is...like for all of 20%. In this aspect, it's disappointing. To state it bluntly, this heroine is just a tramp who can't keep her legs closed and is weak for a man...well, men. Unable to choose between two gangsters, she beds them both, sometimes one after the other.

I don't consider her strong, which is what I prefer in the heroines I read.

It's not until 62% that the very idea of her bootlegging even comes up. 

However, I must say despite my intense dislike for the heroine, the book really captured the times, the lifestyle, the danger, the "toeing the line" between worlds. I mean, you have a woman who wants to provide the best home possible for her daughter and impress the Jewish Ladies' Society or whatever it is, but at the same time, her husband is a gangster and there's a bullet hole in her ceiling...

I also appreciated the theme moral...you may think the grass is greener on the other side...be careful what you wish for...la de da.

"Don't waste your time chasing after the wrong things."

I had a hard time with this chick's friends too, but I got a kick out of what they did at the auction.

Frankly, it's a very well-written story. It really made me dislike the characters, which is a sign of a good writer. I was sucked into the tale. I even appreciated the "tragic" ending, though I didn't find it tragic, but moralistic... I mean, hey, the bad guys can't win. It can't be made to look as though this life is the way to go, right?

I just wish the story had been less about a woman weak for men.

I received this via Edelweiss.






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Published on November 05, 2013 12:00

Tasty Spotlight and Giveaway: Texas Tango by Cynthia D'Alba


Their wedding might be fake, but there’s no faking the mutual attraction.
Dr. Caroline Graham is happy with her nomadic lifestyle fulfilling short-term medical contracts. No emotional commitments, no disappointments. She’s always the one to walk away, never the one left behind.
But now her great-uncle is gone and her grandmother is on her deathbed, more concerned about Caroline’s lack of a husband than her own demise. What’s the harm in a little white lie? If a wedding will give her grandmother peace, then a wedding she shall have.Travis Montgomery has one dream left—to build the ranch he and his wife planned before he lost her to cancer. There’s just one thing standing between him and the last bit of acreage he needs—a last living heir who has one traveling foot out the door…and an unusual request that challenges his determination to never again place his heart at risk.
The land he wants in exchange for a faux marriage. Everyone wins. Until things start to snowball…and the hearts they stand to lose are their own.


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Author InfoCynthia D’Alba started writing on a challenge from her husband in 2006 and discovered having imaginary sex with lots of hunky men was fun.  Her first book, Texas Two Step, released in 2012 to outstanding reviews, was a Samhain Publishing best seller.  The second book in the Texas Montgomery Mavericks series, Texas Tango, will be released by Samhain Publishing in November 2013.  In February, 2014, Texas Fandango, a Novella in the Texas Montgomery Series will be released by Samhain Publishing.   She is currently at work on book 3 of the Texas Montgomery Mavericks series (Texas Twist).
 She has stories in two anthologies released this year…Smoking Hot Firemen (Something’s Burning) in July 2013 and the Mammoth Book of Medical Romance (Wake Me When It’s Over) in September 2013. She’ll have a story in Cowboy Heat (Back Stage Pass) coming in 2014.  She holds a Bachelor Degree in Nursing, a Master Degree in Business Administration, a Master Degree Curriculum and Instruction and a Doctorate in Higher Education Administration.
 She loves to chat online with friends and fans. You can find her most days at www.cynthiadalba.com or www.everybodyneedsalittleromance.com. Follow her at www.facebook.com/AuthorCynthiaDAlbawww.twitter.com/CynthiaDAlba, or email her at cynthia@cynthiadalba.com  Author Linksweb - http://cynthiadalba.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCynthiaDAlba Twitter: https://twitter.com/CynthiaDAlbaGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5326924.Cynthia_D_AlbaGroup Blog - http://everybodyneedsalittleromance.com/Personal Blog- http://cynthiadalba.wordpress.com/

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Published on November 05, 2013 00:00

November 4, 2013

Daughter of the God-King (Regency #2) by Anne Cleeland

Daughter of the God-King What works for one book may not work for another... Once again, Anne Cleeland gives readers a spunky, headstrong heroine in historical (regency) times. This one takes place in France and Egypt. More spying is underfoot, more intrigue, more confusion, and once again, readers are kept in the dark and while this method worked for the more exciting and fast-paced Tainted Angel, it didn't work for this one. I confess that while I thoroughly enjoyed the beginning and the unfolding of the mystery itself, by the 60% mark I felt it had all gone on long enough, answers were overdue, and the book needed to conclude already.

I did like it, just didn't love it. In Tainted, this writing style of giving just enough emotion to make us wonder what exactly the heroine is feeling was adequate, because the heroine herself was part of the mystery. In this, the heroine is different--she's not a spy; she's a woman whose parents have gone missing, whose being harassed constantly about a missing strongbox, and finding love for the first time. SHE wasn't the mystery. So some emotion was desperately needed.

The story takes us from France to Egypt to tombs and it contains a long list of characters and it's not clear if they are bad or good. It did become difficult to keep track of who was who and who had done what to who. 

I really appreciated the humor, especially between Hathor and Bing. They had some cute conversations. I also love the heroine's spunk and internal thoughts. She made me chuckle more than once.

To her dismay, his gaze rested discreetly on her breasts for the barest moment. 

"You relieve me no end," Hattie assured him in a brittle tone, and wondered if it would provoke an international incident if she pushed the old lecher out the door.

Anne Cleeland has a very unique, literary writing style, and I appreciate that the most. She uses prose from that time period and it def doesn't feel like fifth-grade writing, like most books do nowadays. Here is a real writer and one to watch.




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Published on November 04, 2013 00:00

November 3, 2013

Movie: Christopher Strong

I waited a long time for TCM to air this one, and close caption it to boot. I love me women pilot stories!!! As far as aviation, this one didn't disappoint too badly, but I must confess it was far overshadowed by everyone's torrid love affairs. 

It's not so much a movie about aviation, but adultery.

He (some gov't man, married, one daughter) pretends to be the perfect husband. She (a daredevil pilot who claims to never have been in love) dutifully hides their affair. Meanwhile, his daughter is having tons of her own affairs and when her beau leaves HIS wife for her, that's okay, but when she discovers her father and friend doing the same thing, that's NOT okay. *rolls eyes* Though, I will say at least the daughter and her beau never hid what they were doing. There was no games. And they point this out.

Everyone is cheating on everyone--except the wife, of course. She's sitting at home crying about it and letting him do what he wants, turning the other cheek...

This is not a Strong is Sexy movie...no. Because even though we have a woman pilot who truly believes courage conquers all--she gave it all up for a man, a married one. And she acts with complete disregard to others at all times. His wife, his daughter, and in the end, the world and anyone nearby, as well as another person I won't mention as it will spoil the ending.
http://hollywoodrevue.wordpress.com/2010/11/27/christopher-strong-1933/I don't consider acting with complete disregard for others to be a strong or a sexy trait.

BUT I did like the little bit of aviation in this movie. It's not to be taken too seriously though. She does a round-the-world race. (Made me think of AE there for a second.) There's a small amount of planes flying around. There's an altitude thing.

I actually preferred the heroine before she met a man and fell in love...and therein sorta lies the gist. Women can lose their courage and spunk when they are in love if they aren't careful. Don't let a man dictate what you do or not do. Don't lose yourself so much in him, that you lose yourself completely. Remember it's gotta be about you too.

This movie is from 1933 and stars Katherine Hepburn. I didn't love it, but I did appreciate that "moral", not sure if that's what it intended though.





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Published on November 03, 2013 00:00

November 2, 2013

WTF Has Happened to Women's Fiction?

I've said this somewhere before, now I'm saying it here.

WTF has happened to women's fiction??? Seriously. 
I get review queries from authors who are calling their books women's fiction...and it's one woman having sex with two or three men. The only conflict is who enters what hole next. 
I browse the Kindle freebie women's fiction list and half of the books are women banging their bosses or women banging billionaires.
I think it's past time to clear up what constitutes women's fiction.
From Wiki:
Women's fiction is an umbrella term for books that are marketed to female readers, and includes many mainstream novels, romantic fiction, "chick lit,"and other sub genres.

The Romance Writers of America organization defines women's fiction as, "a commercial novel about a woman on the brink of life change and personal growth. Her journey details emotional reflection and action that transforms her and her relationships with others, and includes a hopeful/upbeat ending with regard to her romantic relationship.


What I take from this is...women's fiction is about a woman about to face a great journey or life change--and frankly I don't consider "do I bang this guy or that one" a major life change. Romance is okay, but I gotta say, I'm tired of this market making it seem like ALL WE WOMEN EVER DO IS SIT HERE AND WISH WE HAD A MAN TO SAVE US. That's not the case.
Majority of women have a lot of other stuff going on in our lives than romance or whether or not someone wants to have sex with us. We have jobs, careers, kids, dogs, family, or something else going on besides sex and romance, and women's fiction should portray that. It should show ALL SIDES OF BEING A WOMAN.
Examples of women's fiction:
Kissing My Old Life Au RevoirPrimetime PrincessBond GirlIt's a Man's World
Do the books have romance and sex? Yes, they do, but the heroines aren't existing solely for love and romance and sex. There's so much more to them. They have careers, they're struggling in male-dominated fields, trying to balance personal and professional lives. 
That is women's fiction: books with a hella lot more conflict than who to spread your legs for next or how to get a billionaire in bed. Yes, women's fiction is an umbrella term, but as a woman I'm offended at the implication that some of the garbage on the market was penned for ME, a woman. No, it wasn't. It's penned for...sex-obsessed perverts. Do not insult me as a woman by implying that stuff is women's fiction!
So, get your erotic crap put on the right lists and quit mis-marketing.
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Published on November 02, 2013 00:00

November 1, 2013

Laura DeLuca is Thunderstruck!

I'm flattered, very flattered, to be sharing this post with you today. One of my fellow authors put me in a story!!! And it's a good one! She's not only raising deaf awareness with this story, but she also took it a step further and made me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth when she asked me to pose for her cover. So I'm thrilled to have Laura DeLuca here today to talk about her new release Thunderstruck--thrilled and also blushing. :) Take it, Laura.

"Short stories have never been my forte. Just like in real life, I am a little long-winded. When my publisher announced they were doing an anthology called For the Love of the Gods, I didn’t really plan to participate. Then while I was standing in the shower, I was struck with inspiration. But I can’t take full credit for it and neither can my muse. Thunderstruck only exists because of my friend, editor, and fellow author, Tara Chevrestt. She is not only the person who my main character is based on. She’s also the beautiful model on the cover of the e-book!

It’s no surprise that Tara is an inspiration to many. She is an amazing writer, a no-nonsense editor, and an active feminist. She has a spunk and fire few people can claim and she’s never afraid to tell things how they are. Tara is also deaf, and while she’s faced a lot of discrimination because of her lack of hearing, she’s never let that stop her from getting what she wanted. More importantly, she doesn’t let it stop her from being happy with who she is, imperfections and all. This was the image I wanted to convey when I wrote Thunderstruck. Tara’s colorful vocabulary and the fact that she can kick some serious butt are only a small part of the story. The most important lesson I wanted people to take away with them is that, like Tara, we should all embrace who we are, including the imperfections that make us unique.

Tara’s motto is “Strong is Sexy” and she proves those words every single day. My fictional Tara could never do justice to the real lady, especially not in only thirty-five pages, but it gives you a little piece of the fire that drives a strong woman forward. Get to know Tara and you’ll have no trouble believing she could capture the love of a god.

Thunderstuck Blurb:
Taranis, the Celtic god of Thunder, has spent an eternity longing for the touch of a single mortal woman. He has followed her through incarnations, but always his powers were too much for her to bear.

Tara is a deaf woman, struggling to fit in the hearing world. She hides a gentle heart behind a tough exterior. Will she let down her defenses when a handsome mute tries to win her heart?

And even if she does, can Taranis’ love come without a death sentence?

Where to Buy:
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About the Author:Laura "Luna" DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the editor of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years. Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, Morrigan, Player, and Demon.

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Published on November 01, 2013 00:00

October 31, 2013

Strong is Sexy Heroine of the Week: Omega

Book: The Hostage
Author: Carolyn Wren
Heroine: Omega


Omega is a covert operative who features in cameos in books 1-3 of The Protector Series.  Book 4, The Hostage is her story.
She is a complex character.  A deadly agent who has an almost obsessive desire for privacy.  There is a reason for her work, and her secretive life.  She was herself a victim of a kidnapping some years before, and channelled her experiences into a need to help others.  I like Omega as a character because she does have an enormous amount of strength and determination, and a very dry witty personality.  She also has a trauma in her past, but this doesn't make her a victim.  She makes the decisions in her life.  Even after one of her past assignments, the hero of the story, tracks her down, she gives him a good run around before accepting him into any part of her life.  When another, more nasty person also finds out her secret identity, she tackles him head on without waiting for help, or back up, challenging him to a dangerous battle of wits...involving knives. 

There is a vulnerable side to her, and it is explored in this story.  It forms an integral part of the relationship of the book, and allows us to see behind the Covert operative to the person beneath.  I don't think this vulnerability decreases her strength of character.
The best way I can think of to describe Omega, and the book, is to quote the note my proof-reader put in the margin of my finalized MS. 
Now that’s a good book! A woman with strength and character who finds true love but never has to give up who she truly is. Excellent job.
This is part of the opening scene of The Hostage, which sets up her character and the story.  It contains one of my favourite quotes from the book. 
“Who are you?”

“An alternative to the fifty million in ransom your company apparently didn't want to pay, Mr. Northam.” 

North tried to open his eyes. Am I still dreaming? No, surely dreams didn’t come with this amount of pain. He’d smelt something, the fresh scent of clean skin. Not perfume, just the fragrance of a woman, a hint of warmth all men had evolved to detect since the caves. Then a voice, a low whisper in his ear, warm breath touched him, hot in the cold room. She’d spoken to him, the sound only a husky whisper more designed for the bedroom than this hellish place. He’d actually felt his body respond before his mind absorbed her words. He would have laughed if he’d had the energy. Tortured and about to die, a woman whispers in his ear and his first reaction is arousal.

I’m clearly insane, but I’ll die happy. North sucked in a painful breath. How the hell did I get on the ground? This was a different kind of agony, the agony of circulation returning and abused muscles showing displeasure at their treatment. He groaned, and someone put a hand over his mouth. North jerked, the pain of the sudden movement almost sending him back to the darkness.

The faint whisper came again. “I can give you ten minutes. After that we need to see if you can stand. Wait for my word. Move slowly.”

She’s real?

“Don’t try to talk and don’t rush your movements.”

Rush? He didn't think he could rush if his life depended on it. He realized with another jerk, it did. Forcing his muscles to move slowly in uncoordinated bursts, he tried to encourage his body to move in preparation for her instruction. He had no idea what was happening or who she was.

He tried to form audible words and keep his voice as soft as hers. “Where did you come from?”

The question was never answered. He heard a shout and the heavy thump of footsteps running.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

The door burst open, and she fired.

North hadn't understood the request until the first flash of the muzzle blinded him. He’d been in darkness for so long, the sudden brightness left spots before his one working eye. He blinked, trying to clear his vision.

She kept shooting at those coming through the door, surprise on her side. His captors had thought him alone and restrained. It was over in a minute, the sudden silence made his ears ring.

North strained to hear her voice over the roar. “They’ll send reinforcements. We have to go now.”

Placing her shoulder under his arm, she helped him stand. The pain almost made him pass out again. He’d be damned if he gave into it now, not when freedom was so close. She led him out of the door, one arm around his waist, the other extended, gun in hand swinging right and left. God, she was tiny, not even reaching his shoulder. Her hair brushed against his chest as they walked, giving him a real clue to her diminutive stature. 

 “I think I can walk,” he told her.

“Good.” She released him. “Follow me.”

Four more guards, four more shots from her pistol. She stopped him in a hallway to reload, before they continued on. She seemed to know which way to go, and he stumbled after her, wiping sweat and blood out of his eyes with a shaky hand. Who was this tiny woman risking her life for his? It felt wrong. All his male instincts said it should be the other way around.

They barely got outside before his legs gave way. He collapsed, cursing his weakness under his breath while she half-dragged him to a large clump of bushes.

“Stay here,” she said and flowed back into the shadows.

He waited, anxiety and stress making the minutes seem like hours.

“We have to move.” Her silent approach sent a burst of adrenalin and relief through him.The slight reprieve had given him time to recover. With limited strength, he followed her. She kept them concealed within the darkness and beneath the sparse foliage. He heard shouts and shots, but no one appeared before or behind them. They had gained perhaps fifty yards, when she pushed him into a shallow depression in the ground and held his head down. A few seconds later, he heard and felt an explosion.

“With luck,” she murmured, “the blast will confuse and frighten them into running.”

“What do we do now?”

She grabbed some loose foliage, pulling it over their bodies. “We wait.”

The ground was cold, the thin branches and leaves offering no relief from the chill of the night. North’s muscles twitched and ached, and he was feeling the multitudes of bruises, cuts, and scrapes. His whole face throbbed with a deep pounding rhythm, a sharp pain stabbed behind his injured eye, and his jaw ached so much he feared it was cracked. His shoulder muscles and tendons screamed at him. Still, he was better off than he’d been an hour ago. The adrenaline rush was over. His eyes drooped. Ridiculous. He wouldn't sleep, not under such circumstances was his last coherent thought.

The sky seemed lighter when he opened his eyes. His husky voiced champion spoke softly into a tiny hand held radio. She was sprawled across half of his body, still protecting him. Being saved by a woman still bothered him. Her body was warm and soft, where it touched him even through her sturdy black clothing. She appeared to have no problem with his nakedness, not that there was anything they could do about it. Frankly, it was the least of their problems.

Her face was shadowed in the pre-dawn light. North wanted to see her, wanted to put features to the throaty whisper of his rescuer. The brave, calm woman who’d saved his life.

“Who are you?”

“An alternative to the fifty million in ransom your company apparently didn't want to pay, Mr. Northam,” she said without looking at him, the longest sentence he’d heard her say.She kept watch, her face in profile. He willed the dawn to arrive, so he could see her clearly, distracted by the light fall of footsteps sounded in the distance. He tensed, thinking she would tell him to move or fight. The order never came, she remained motionless. A few minutes later, she removed some of the foliage and leaned across his body to peer over the top of the shallow depression.

“Omega?” A deep male voice came from above. North had no idea how the figures had gotten so close, whilst making so little sound.

“Yes.” She climbed nimbly over his body and stood. “Mr. Northam, these men will see you safely home.”

A man wearing camouflage clothing, leaned into the depression to help North to his feet. A false dawn from the explosion fifty yards away provided a fiery backdrop to their surroundings.

“All clear?” his rescuer asked the soldier, tilting her head to the carnage that had once been North’s prison.

“Yes,” he replied, shifting a powerful looking rifle to his other shoulder.She nodded and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” North said. She paused, turning only her head to look back at him, her face half bathed in darkness, and still unclear to him. “How do I...Look, I don't even know who you are. How do I thank you?”

“Not necessary.”

“It is to me.”

“Mr. Northam,” the soldier said, “we need to go.”

North took his gaze from her for a split second. When he looked back, she was gone. He scowled, peering into the gloom. “Wait.”

“Mr. Northam,” the man repeated firmly, “we need to go now.”

Another soldier came up and draped a long jacket over him. In the distance, North could hear a helicopter. Reluctantly he followed, scanning the countryside as he forced his battered body to walk.

This isn't over.
Blurb:
A covert operative so secretive, she’s known only as Omega…

Kidnapped, held in chains, beaten and without hope. Wealthy businessman James ‘North’ Northam believes he’s a dead man. Until a daring rescue by a woman who disappears before he can thank her. North is compelled by a powerful need to track down his mysterious saviour. The truth he discovers about her is both surprising and intriguing.

Omega has always kept her covert identity separate from her real life. Until James Northam invades her world, and her privacy. This determined, impossibly distracting man is getting under her skin. Her plan is to deny everything until he gives up and goes home.

The plan doesn't seem to be working.

And so begins a battle of wits between two very strong willed people.

Neither of them realise someone else from Omega’s past has tracked her down, for much more sinister reasons.



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Published on October 31, 2013 00:00