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Excerpt from the exotic romantic adventure FRENCH KISS – Navy SEALs of Valor 3 by Sabrina Devonshire

Excerpt:
May 15, 2014Paris, France0200 hours
A woman wearing night vision goggles swept the heavy dark curtains aside and peered out the window of her Le Marais apartment. Manic laughter escaped her lips. Several uniformed men carrying bulky weapons crept around the perimeter of a two-story apartment across the street.
The American government must have deemed the Red Queen's followers to be a major threat to send DEVGRU.
The best of the best of the SEALs or not—the men didn't stand a chance. They had erroneously concluded that the Red Queen was dead and the leaderless insurgents had lost their edge.
The people who will scrape up what remains of their bodies will soon learn that I'm very much alive.
The SEAL team would raid the apartment to find it empty—well, almost empty, actually. She had planted a little gift for the American sailors that would blow them into a million bloody pieces.
She made a mock explosion sound and then laughed, thinking about her upcoming attacks that would make headlines in the next twenty-four hours.
She tugged down the hem of her tight black velvet dress, which clung to her stockings. Her blood-red stilettos clicked across the tile floor as she walked toward the marble-topped bar. She pulled a glass from a shelf above the counter, uncapped the bottles of gin and vermouth and stirred herself a strong martini, topping off the cocktail with an olive she had plucked from a jar in the small refrigerator.
She raised the glass in the air and extended her arm as if preparing to make a toast with an invisible person.
“To death,” she said in a Russian accent before tipping the clear crystal glass toward her lips. The first swallow rocketed through her bloodstream, making her feel pleasantly light-headed.
"Ahhh." She gazed into the rectangle of mirrored glass that decorated the back of the bar, admiring her reflection. Flawless white skin scrubbed smooth every morning, long dark hair that gleamed with healthy radiance from hourly daily brushing and blood red lipstick that had become her new trademark once she had started impersonating her sister. Confusing people about their two identities had played a major role in her plan's success.
They'll be so shocked tomorrow when the body count soars.
She took another deep swallow of the potent drink, relishing the way the prisms hanging from the crystal chandelier and the oil paintings in gold leaf frames appeared to bob like floating objects on the sea as she walked back to the window.
Strong drinks are so invigorating. Almost as much as blood and death. She raised her glass in the air for another toast.

0205 hoursLe Marais DistrictParis, France
Crouched outside a seventeenth century duplex on Rue Charlot in Le Marais, Karl Patterson gripped his weapon tighter to secure it in his sweating palms. His night vision goggles illuminated his surroundings in eerie green hues. Two draped statues, perched on the stone molding above the door, peered down at the observant warrior. The brass knocker on the wooden door reminded him of Scrooge's entrance in A Christmas Carol.
Karl's mind had a knack for numbers, constantly calculating, analyzing, and storing information in the recesses of his brain like a powerful computer.
The narrow street on the Seine River’s Rive Droite had been thrown into blackness the instant the DEVGRU team dismantled the street lanterns. Karl and the six other men had rigged doors and windows with explosives and waited for their highest-ranking enlisted man on the mission; Petty Officer 1st Class, Darryl Jennings, to give the order to detonate the explosives and raid the apartment.
While Karl waited, his tensed muscles ready to react in a millisecond, the cool and damp night air wrapped around him.
Temperature approximately fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit or fourteen degrees Celsius. Humidity fifty percent plus.
A barking dog broke into the sleepy silence. The hollow, eerie sound of the lone animal echoed through the corridor of old stone buildings, all interconnected and some sheltered with awnings. Only a scanty line of thickly foliaged trees protected the men from view. Moving silently and out-of-sight was imperative. The nearby shops had been closed for hours and the unlit windows suggested the Le Marais residents were tucked away in their beds. But it only took one insomniac peering outside and shouting to blow the entire operation.
Karl glanced at his watch. Four minutes and ten seconds had passed and still he waited. His thigh muscles burned from squatting low for so long and he bit down on his lip to distract himself from the discomfort.
Karl's uniform clung to his sweaty body as if he were crouched inside an overheated sauna instead of surrounded by cool night air. His clammy palms slipped across the steel handle of his weapon and he gripped it tighter and huffed out a sustained exhale.
We're prepared for anything. He and his team had trained long and hard to face the most adverse situations. Hell, they'd raided dozens of compounds in Afghanistan and Pakistan and even rescued a journalist held hostage in Somalia. In the remote villages, they'd been hard pressed to get a sip of clean water. On more than one mission, he had battled intestinal distress as well as the enemy.
Karl thrived on the thrill of danger and uncertainty. Conquering individuals and organizations that threatened national and international security had become an obsession ever since Kelsi's death. His commitment to excellence had paid off and he'd become a vital member of a top-notch team.
Anxiety, typically a barely noticeable undercurrent reminding him not to let his guard down, short-circuited in his nervous system. For the first time ever, he experienced an emotion resembling fear. Karl wasn't a worrier. He was the thinker who analyzed and crunched numbers in his head. He disciplined his mind to tune out extraneous background noise—emotions, superstitions and intuition.
I belong here. What the fuck is wrong with me?

This March 31 release is now available for pre-order on Amazon for 2.99. http://myBook.to/French_Kiss

Blurb:
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget. 

Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces. 

Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg area hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists. 

About the Author: Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she's not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she's often encouraging people to work out or writing a romantic suspense or magazine article. 
She received a John Woods Scholarship and an Arizona Commission of the Arts Professional Development Grant toward her participation in a 2007 Prague Summer Program writing workshop. She also studied writing in Arizona and northern California and has a M.S. degree from the University of Arizona. 

Sabrina loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.
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Excerpt from FRENCH KISS – Navy SEALs of Valor 3 by Sabrina Devonshire

Excerpt:
May 15, 2014Paris, France0200 hours
A woman wearing night vision goggles swept the heavy dark curtains aside and peered out the window of her Le Marais apartment. Manic laughter escaped her lips. Several uniformed men carrying bulky weapons crept around the perimeter of a two-story apartment across the street.
The American government must have deemed the Red Queen's followers to be a major threat to send DEVGRU.
The best of the best of the SEALs or not—the men didn't stand a chance. They had erroneously concluded that the Red Queen was dead and the leaderless insurgents had lost their edge.
The people who will scrape up what remains of their bodies will soon learn that I'm very much alive.
The SEAL team would raid the apartment to find it empty—well, almost empty, actually. She had planted a little gift for the American sailors that would blow them into a million bloody pieces.
She made a mock explosion sound and then laughed, thinking about her upcoming attacks that would make headlines in the next twenty-four hours.
She tugged down the hem of her tight black velvet dress, which clung to her stockings. Her blood-red stilettos clicked across the tile floor as she walked toward the marble-topped bar. She pulled a glass from a shelf above the counter, uncapped the bottles of gin and vermouth and stirred herself a strong martini, topping off the cocktail with an olive she had plucked from a jar in the small refrigerator.
She raised the glass in the air and extended her arm as if preparing to make a toast with an invisible person.
“To death,” she said in a Russian accent before tipping the clear crystal glass toward her lips. The first swallow rocketed through her bloodstream, making her feel pleasantly light-headed.
"Ahhh." She gazed into the rectangle of mirrored glass that decorated the back of the bar, admiring her reflection. Flawless white skin scrubbed smooth every morning, long dark hair that gleamed with healthy radiance from hourly daily brushing and blood red lipstick that had become her new trademark once she had started impersonating her sister. Confusing people about their two identities had played a major role in her plan's success.
They'll be so shocked tomorrow when the body count soars.
She took another deep swallow of the potent drink, relishing the way the prisms hanging from the crystal chandelier and the oil paintings in gold leaf frames appeared to bob like floating objects on the sea as she walked back to the window.
Strong drinks are so invigorating. Almost as much as blood and death. She raised her glass in the air for another toast.

0205 hoursLe Marais DistrictParis, France
Crouched outside a seventeenth century duplex on Rue Charlot in Le Marais, Karl Patterson gripped his weapon tighter to secure it in his sweating palms. His night vision goggles illuminated his surroundings in eerie green hues. Two draped statues, perched on the stone molding above the door, peered down at the observant warrior. The brass knocker on the wooden door reminded him of Scrooge's entrance in A Christmas Carol.
Karl's mind had a knack for numbers, constantly calculating, analyzing, and storing information in the recesses of his brain like a powerful computer.
The narrow street on the Seine River’s Rive Droite had been thrown into blackness the instant the DEVGRU team dismantled the street lanterns. Karl and the six other men had rigged doors and windows with explosives and waited for their highest-ranking enlisted man on the mission; Petty Officer 1st Class, Darryl Jennings, to give the order to detonate the explosives and raid the apartment.
While Karl waited, his tensed muscles ready to react in a millisecond, the cool and damp night air wrapped around him.
Temperature approximately fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit or fourteen degrees Celsius. Humidity fifty percent plus.
A barking dog broke into the sleepy silence. The hollow, eerie sound of the lone animal echoed through the corridor of old stone buildings, all interconnected and some sheltered with awnings. Only a scanty line of thickly foliaged trees protected the men from view. Moving silently and out-of-sight was imperative. The nearby shops had been closed for hours and the unlit windows suggested the Le Marais residents were tucked away in their beds. But it only took one insomniac peering outside and shouting to blow the entire operation.
Karl glanced at his watch. Four minutes and ten seconds had passed and still he waited. His thigh muscles burned from squatting low for so long and he bit down on his lip to distract himself from the discomfort.
Karl's uniform clung to his sweaty body as if he were crouched inside an overheated sauna instead of surrounded by cool night air. His clammy palms slipped across the steel handle of his weapon and he gripped it tighter and huffed out a sustained exhale.
We're prepared for anything. He and his team had trained long and hard to face the most adverse situations. Hell, they'd raided dozens of compounds in Afghanistan and Pakistan and even rescued a journalist held hostage in Somalia. In the remote villages, they'd been hard pressed to get a sip of clean water. On more than one mission, he had battled intestinal distress as well as the enemy.
Karl thrived on the thrill of danger and uncertainty. Conquering individuals and organizations that threatened national and international security had become an obsession ever since Kelsi's death. His commitment to excellence had paid off and he'd become a vital member of a top-notch team.
Anxiety, typically a barely noticeable undercurrent reminding him not to let his guard down, short-circuited in his nervous system. For the first time ever, he experienced an emotion resembling fear. Karl wasn't a worrier. He was the thinker who analyzed and crunched numbers in his head. He disciplined his mind to tune out extraneous background noise—emotions, superstitions and intuition.
I belong here. What the fuck is wrong with me?

This March 31 release is now available for pre-order on Amazon for 2.99. http://myBook.to/French_Kiss

Blurb:
Karl Patterson and seven other SEAL Team Six men are deployed to Paris to raid a Le Marais duplex believed to be a terrorist hideout. Finding it abandoned and rigged with explosives, the sailors barely escape. After they return to their hotel anticipating a night of rest and awake to an explosion and raging inferno, Karl and his teammates realize they are one step behind the Red Queen. Not only is she still alive; she’s also hell-bent on vengeance and plans to unleash terror the city won’t soon forget. 

Journalist Jamie Phillips awakes to the sound of an explosion and rushes to the window in time to see the perpetrators fleeing from the blackened skeleton of their van. Rushing to escape engulfing flames, she nearly succumbs to the overpowering smoke and falling debris, but is suddenly rescued by a drop-dead gorgeous man she suspects is Special Forces. 

Attraction between Karl and Jamie burns hotter than the flames consuming the du Luxembourg area hotel. Karl struggles to wipe Jamie from his mind and refocus on the Team’s mission. But heading to the hospital and forgetting Karl aren’t part of Jamie’s plan. Thanks to her keen journalist observational skills, she picked up on key information that just might help SEAL Team Six stop the terrorists. 

About the Author: Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she's not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she's often encouraging people to work out or writing a romantic suspense or magazine article. 
She received a John Woods Scholarship and an Arizona Commission of the Arts Professional Development Grant toward her participation in a 2007 Prague Summer Program writing workshop. She also studied writing in Arizona and northern California and has a M.S. degree from the University of Arizona. 

Sabrina loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.
Amazon's Sabrina Devonshire Author Page

My review on "Never Let You Go" by Sabrina Devonshire
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"A well crafted, suspenseful novel set on a mesmerizing island" 5 star review for Deadly Secrets

12 of 12 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars I was drawn to this beautifully written and unique story right from the beginning—the fascinating ..., March 10, 2015By Jill Meengs - See all my reviewsThis review is from: Deadly Secrets (The Greek Isles Series Book 2) (Kindle Edition)This is a well crafted, suspenseful novel set on a mesmerizing island.

I was drawn to this beautifully written and unique story right from the beginning—the fascinating characters, the island descriptions, and the sense of mystery and danger in the air captivated me and made me want more…Don’t miss this one! It’s a winner!

My Review on Silence of Scandal by Jackie Williams

5.0 out of 5 stars A fascinating Regency Mystery Romance, March 11, 2015By Angel - See all my reviewsThis review is from: Silence Of Scandal (Unrivalled Regency Book 1) (Kindle Edition)I was drawn to this book by its cover—what a beautiful cover that conveys passion and mystery. And then, I started reading… What can I say? The intriguing plot with its twists and turns, the beautiful descriptions, the fascinating characters and their strong emotions and conflicts took my breath away.
The arranged wedding between seductive Alexander and ravishingly beautiful Elizabeth, hidden secrets, intrigue, the threat of a scandal, and fiery passion mingle masterfully in this novel. It is definitely a must read!
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My Review on Devlin's Deal by Lynn Cooper

5.0 out of 5 stars A roller coaster of a delicious and full of surprises ride, March 10, 2015By Angel - See all my reviewsThis review is from: Devlin's Deal (Kindle Edition)From the very first moment, that Vickie Patterson decided to give love another chance, thinking that Devlin Hunter is the right man for her, she was swept off her feet in an exciting but unexpected way.
Devlin’s Deal is a roller coaster of a steamy, delicious, and full of twists and surprises ride.
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Excerpt from Mateguas Island by Linda Watkins

Excerpt:

THE GIRLS
A FLASH OF lightning lit up the sky illuminating the L-shaped room where Sophie and Terri slept. The light was so bright, it startled Sophie awake and she sat up rubbing her eyes. When she could finally focus, she was surprised to see their room was suffused by a golden glow that lingered long after the lightning faded. As she gazed about the room in wonder, she saw her twin standing by the window that looked out to the backyard. "Ter, what ya doin'?" she asked.Terri turned her head, a bright smile on her face. "Soph, come see. It's beautiful. It's like a fairy world."Sophie got out of bed and joined her sister at the window. Her eyes widened in amazement when she saw what was happening outside. Scores of fireflies were dancing around one of the bushes in the yard, their light sparkling and shimmering in the wind and rain."It looks like Christmas," said Sophie, her voice filled with awe."Yeah, Soph. See how they dance. And listen - I think they're singing."Sophie pressed her face to the glass, straining to hear. "I don't hear anything." "Close your eyes and really listen."Sophie did as her sister instructed. In a moment, she nodded her head eagerly. "I hear it. I hear it. It's like magic. It's so pretty."The girls grinned in delight as they listened to the sweet melodic song of the fireflies."What language is it?" Sophie whispered. "I don't understand it but I love it.""I don't know. I've never heard anything like it before." They stood quietly listening and watching the spectacle taking place before them oblivious to the storm that was raging. But in an instant, their joy was cut short by a loud crack of thunder that shook the house. The room plunged into darkness as the golden glow was extinguished and the fireflies disappeared. "Look," whispered Sophie pointing her finger to the yard.Terri gripped her sister's hand tightly as she watched a shadowy figure streak across the lawn toward the woods. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, temporarily blinding the girls and when their sight returned, the figure was gone.They stood transfixed, waiting to see what would happen next. Then a soft mournful sob, barely audible at first, pierced the silence. Stunned, Terri and Sophie hugged each other in fear as the sobs became more desperate. The wind began to howl and mournful cries echoed in the night. Tears streamed down Sophie's cheeks as she recognized the voice that was now calling out her name."It sounds like Mommy, Ter! Is it Mommy? Please, is it Mommy?"Terri leaned forward, her body rigid as she strained to recognize the voice calling to them. The sound was so familiar but not real, not like her mother. Yet, it was her. "It is Mommy. She sounds in so much pain. I think she's hurt. We have to help her."Sophie gripped her sister's hand tightly. The cries were becoming more plaintive now as if the caller was losing hope. "We have to wake Daddy. He'll know what to do."Terri shook her head. "We can't get Daddy. What if it's his fault? What if he hurt her again? You heard them fighting. No, it's up to us, Soph. We have to help her."The girls stood staring at each other for what seemed a lifetime, then Sophie nodded. "You're right. Let's go. We have to find Mommy. We have to save her."Terri took her sister's hand and squeezed it. Together they tiptoed out of their room and down the stairs. They stopped briefly at the hall closet, put their slickers on over their nightclothes to try to stay dry and grabbed a flashlight. Then, hand in hand, they opened the door and, without hesitation, went silently out into the storm.

BLURB: What could be more idyllic than to live on an island off the coast of Maine? That's what Bill Andersen thought when he moved his family to Mateguas. But Mateguas is more than just pristine beaches nestled between rocky shores. No, Mateguas is something quite different...
On a remote island, a troubled family is trying to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives and start over. But unbeknownst to them, the property they have inherited is steeped in ancient magic - magic that could seek to consume and destroy them.
An arcane locked box, a strange and foreboding trail into the woods, a seductive young woman, and tales of a malevolent Native American spirit are just some of the perils Karen Andersen must face in order to find a way to save her family.
MATEGUAS ISLAND is the 2014 Gold Medal Winner in Supernatural Fiction awarded by READERS' FAVORITE INTERNATIONAL BOOK COMPETITION.


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AUTHOR BIO:
Born in Norwich, Connecticut, Linda Watkins moved to Michigan when she was four years old. After graduation from college (Carnegie-Mellon University '70), she relocated to the San Francisco Bay Area where she lived most of her adult life. A Senior Clinical Financial Analyst at Stanford University School of Medicine, Linda was always writing. At work, she created 'long forms' and business plans; at home, she wrote whimsical stories, poems and songs for the delight of her friends and family. In 2006, retired, she moved to Chebeague Island, Maine where she wrote her first novel, MATEGUAS ISLAND.
Today, she resides in Western Michigan with her three rescue dogs (Splatter, Spudley and Jasper). She published the sequel to MATEGUAS, aptly titled, RETURN TO MATEGUAS ISLAND, in December 2014 and is actively at work on the third full-length novel in the MATEGUASISLAND SERIES that she hopes to have ready for publication in late 2015.
For more information, please visithttp://www.lindawatkins.biz, her personal blog http://www.mateguasisland.com, her novel website
You can also follow her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Linda-Watkins-Author/412758982152044

Excerpt from A Murderous Masquerade by Jackie Williams

Excerpt:
Chapter One
One year, ten months and twenty two days!The actual hours he hadn’t bothered counting since the day he’d first met Lady Anne, his best friend’s widowed sister in law, but they hardly signified as he hadn’t been carrying a watch when he first set eyes on her.Giles Denvers was about to run his finger around the inside of his over tight cravat when he remembered his valet come butler’s dire warning. Craddock was a positive demon when pontificating over creases or even worse, a dreaded grease mark. He touched his lonely diamond cravat pin, paced across the over warm room for what felt like the fiftieth time, and thanked his stars that he didn’t need padding at his shoulders as he felt the perspiration begin to bead on his brow.He knew that it was the fashion to keep a gentleman waiting for upwards of ten minutes, but after all the waiting he had already endured he rather hoped that Lady Anne would be keen to see him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed it across his forehead. Wouldn’t do to look like a nervous fop when it came time to do the deed, he thought as he paced the room yet again.He glanced at the clock once again and then felt his heart surge as he heard a light footstep outside the door. He would have known it anywhere. The door swung open and a vision of beauty wearing the softest shades of emerald green floated in on a waft of delicately perfumed air. Her rich, chestnut curls cascaded over one ivory shoulder and onto the exposed upper curve of her creamy white breast. He swallowed the sensation rising in his chest that begged him to immediately drag her into his arms and kiss those ruby red lips relentlessly and instead, walked calmly towards her. He took her hand as she dropped her silk gloves and fan onto the table inside the door. Sweet pain sliced through him as he realized that he was about to kiss her unadorned hand and for the first time in his life he actually thought he might pass out. For a whole year after her husband’s death she had worn the severest black and for the next twelve months, the deepest purple. No one could ever fault her or say that Lady Anne Chartris hadn’t taken her mourning seriously, but now the two years were over and the paleness of her gown and the brightness of her smile proved it.Giles lifted her over-warm hand and felt hers tremble on his palm. It was all he could do not to sweep her into his arms, take her to the nearest bedroom and ravish her until the next millennium, but he held his nerve and slowly lifted her hand as he listened to her own gentle breaths. He had waited this long, he could wait a few seconds longer. He breathed in deeply, his heart aching and throbbing violently as her scent invaded his entire body before he let his lips burn a path across her delicate skin. Flames of passion instantly raged through him as he found that the world had stilled, life outside this room no longer existed and the universe had ceased to spin. It was just him and her and he couldn’t step back or let her go. He could hear her breathing, fast and shallow and he at last lifted his head and gazed into those beautiful, meadow green eyes. He could see the deep and tender feeling she held displayed openly to him and in a sudden fit of daring he moved his hand to her waist. If she was surprised at his boldness she never showed it. He pulled her nearer to him and lowered his head. Her eyes dipped closed, heavy lashes sweeping over her blushing cheeks and he could wait no longer.The first delicate touch of their lips was so shocking that she gasped. He didn’t hesitate, couldn’t. The time had long since passed for delay. He managed to breathe out her name just once before his mouth covered hers and he plundered every recess with the abandon of a starving man being offered a banquet. It seemed that she wanted to join the repast. Her fingertips threaded from the broad expanse of his chest, slowly across his shoulders and up the back of his neck until they threaded eagerly through the thick waves of his hair. She lifted her body towards his, her breasts straining the delicate fabrics of her gown. His hands spanned her waist and Giles crushed her to him, pulling her hips against his, letting her know that his desire was true and urgent.Long minutes passed as they explored each other, her long fingernails driving him wild as they grazed the back of his neck and ruffled his hair. His hand slid upwards, skimmed the underside of her breast and he was lost as he felt her sigh into his mouth. It was too much. The waiting had been too long. He couldn’t stop. Refused to. She was everything he had ever wanted, ever needed and she was going to be his. Forever. He let her go at last and pressed his forehead to hers. Her breath was as ragged as his own, the gentle blush of her cheeks now spreading down her slender neck to the swell of her breasts as they heaved with a near desperate desire.“Giles...” Her emotion filled whisper set his heart racing faster than he thought possible. The time had come. He wanted her more than life itself, but he wasn’t about to dishonour her. He was about to fall onto one knee and beg her to make him the happiest of men when there was a loud knock on the heavy oak door behind him.Giles staggered backwards and glared in fury at the drawing room door. Anne frowned and pressed her hands to the front of her rumpled gown. She glanced in the over mantle mirror and saw that miraculously, her hair was still virtually in place. She smoothed a wayward ringlet and took a step back towards the table. She quickly picked up her gloves and opened the fan, wafting it rapidly to cool her blushing cheeks while Giles took a long pace backwards and moved towards the book case. He ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair and plucked a book from the shelf as Lady Anne found her voice.“Come.” Giles nearly choked at her choice of word. Just kissing her had nearly unmanned him. His fall was dangerously tented and he decided that sitting would probably be his best, if uncomfortable option, until the ill timed intrusion was sent away or his riotous blood supply could be brought back under control. He dropped into the fireside chair and placed the book carelessly in his lap.The door opened and Whittaker, Lady Anne’s butler, stepped inside the doorway. “My Lady, the Earl of Lavenham and Lord Edward Ellesworth,” the butler announced with a flourish and a deep bow.The sound of those two names was enough for Giles and he let out a low groan of despair as his ardour cooled quicker than an eyelid could blink. He had first met Anne’s father and brother when visiting her ancestral home with his friend, Alexander, Duke of Ormond. Anne had been whisked away from Ormond with indecent haste after Alexander’s brother’s death, and Alexander had needed answers to some difficult questions.Alexander had never forgotten young Edward’s vile behaviour. He couldn’t believe that the boy was so prejudiced over rank or title. Not only had he insulted his sister but he had called Giles’ honour into question over his apparently lowly beginnings. If he hadn’t been Anne’s brother, Giles would have called him out. As it was, the boy was lucky to have come out of the meeting unscathed. Fortunately he had only encountered them infrequently since. Anne had been installed in her own household soon after and Giles had always discovered that he had pressing engagements whenever they called. He fought back a growl of annoyance as his heart went out to the beautiful woman standing trembling before her visitors.She looked as though she was about to faint, but quickly took a steadying breath, dragged a smile onto her exquisite face and held out her hands to her portly father and rotund brother as they entered the room.
To be released soon...


Author's Profile:
I was born in Essex England during the mid sixties but I missed all the fun. Being only young, I assumed that all Beatles were six legged creatures and Flower Power was something to do with the vigorous way my mother kneaded the bread dough.

My wonderful parents brought me up with a huge love of books. We read anything and everything. Bedtime stories were a treasured time of adventure and mystery. My sister and I sat wide eyed in wonder and to this day I worry about Dinah and Dorinda being pricked with pins because they grew so fat, and I never pull faces at the a waning moon (or was it a waxing one?) just in case my chops stay that way . (The Wind On The Moon)

I began reading romance while still at school. The fuel for many a teenage fantasy leapt from between the covers of wildly romantic books and my passion still lingers now for all those dark haired heroes.

My own beautiful teenage daughter persuaded me to write my first romance. She was only fourteen at the time and between books for children and adults. She couldn't find anything that ticked all her numerous and particular boxes and so she asked me to write a book, with all the exact ingredients just for her. Though not just a book for teens, she enjoyed the resulting tale so much that she shared it with her friends and I eventually published A Perfect Summer as an ebook on amazon.

But I have discovered that writing is not easily stopped once you start. It has turned into a grand passion that I just cannot hold back. The fingertips start tapping the keys and ideas suddenly come flooding, far too many for just one book and so I began another and then another. Fourteen books later I am still nowhere near done. Book fifteen is on its way and only just the other night I woke from a wild and wonderful dream with book sixteen fully formed in my head.

Romance will always be my first love but recently I was so influenced by a tiny polished plaque on a sea wall that I gave paranormal romance a try. (Echo Beach) Mixing the two genres was a real challenge for me but I was delighted with the result. Historical romance is my latest genre. All those fabulously titled and passionate men are impossibly hard to resist!

I hope you enjoy all of my efforts and I look forward to your comments and reviews.
If you are interested in finding out more, you can see what I get up to at:http://www.romanticsuspensebooks.org/
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Greek Author Chosen for Exciting AmazonEncore Program

Greek Author Chosen for Exciting AmazonEncore ProgramAngel Sefer's #1 best-selling romantic mystery novel 'Spellbound in His Arms' was republished by Amazon
AmazonEncore is a new program developed to uncover books with great potential and give them more exposure to reach a larger audience. Angel Sefer’s debut novel Spellbound in His Arms was initially a self-published novel before being re-released by Booktrope, a US publisher based in Washington. The romantic mystery’s success was noticed by Amazon and picked for inclusion in AmazonEncore last month.
Amazon states on their website that they use information like customer reviews to find books with potential for increased sales. The company offers marketing support and multiple distribution channel distribution to the books republished as part of the program, including national and independent bookstores.
Spellbound in His Arms was officially repubished on February 24 as a kindle ebook by AmazonEncore. In addition to being a best seller on Amazon and Barnes and Noble, it was a nominee for the RONE award in 2014. InD’tale Magazine praised the novel stating, “The author deftly interweaves the plot as it twists and turns until the reader fears for the lives of heroes Jackie and Michael. It’s a fast paced, suspenseful read, with diabolical villains, an intrepid heroine and a super hot detective!”

Link to the Press Release


The Press Release in Greek:
Ελληνίδα Συγγραφέας επιλέχθηκε για το συναρπαστικό πρόγραμμα AmazonEncore
Το #1 best seller μυθιστόρημα της Angel Sefer, «Spellbound in His Arms» αναδημοσιεύτηκε από το Amazon
Το AmazonEncore είναι ένα νέο πρόγραμμα που αναπτύχθηκε για να ανακαλύψει βιβλία με μεγάλες δυνατότητες και να τα κάνει γνωστά στο ευρύτερο κοινό. Το πρώτο μυθιστόρημα της Angel Sefer, Spellbound in His Arms, αρχικά δημοσιεύτηκε από την ίδια την συγγραφέα, και στη συνέχεια δημοσιεύτηκε ξανά από τον εκδοτικό οίκο Booktrope, που εδρεύει στην Ουάσιγκτον. Το Amazon παρατήρησε την επιτυχία αυτού του μυθιστορήματος που τόσο επιδέξια συνδυάζει μυστήριο και ρομαντισμό και επεδίωξε να αποκτήσει τα ebook δικαιώματα.
Το Amazon αναφέρει στην ιστοσελίδα του, ότι χρησιμοποιεί πληροφορίες όπως οι κριτικές πελατών, για να ανακαλύψει βιβλία με δυνατότητα αύξησης των πωλήσεων. Για τα βιβλία που αναδημοσιεύει ως μέρος του προγράμματος, η εταιρεία προσφέρει υποστήριξη σε θέματα μάρκετινγκ και διανομή σε πολλαπλά κανάλια, συμπεριλαμβανομένων των εθνικών και των ανεξάρτητων βιβλιοπωλείων.

Στις 24 Φεβρουαρίου, το Spellbound in His Arms επανεκδόθηκε ως Kindle ebook από το AmazonEncore. Εκτός του ότι είναι ένα best seller στο Amazon και στο Barnes and Noble, ήταν επίσης υποψήφιο για το βραβείο Rone το 2014. Το InD'tale Magazine εξήρε το μυθιστόρημα δηλώνοντας, «H συγγραφέας υφαίνει επιδέξια τη γεμάτη στριφογυρίσματα πλοκή, ούτως ώστε ο αναγνώστης  να αρχίσει να φοβάται για τις ζωές των ηρώων Jackie και Michael. Είναι ένα μυθιστόρημα με γρήγορο ρυθμό, σασπένς, διαβολικούς κακοποιούς, μια ατρόμητη ηρωίδα και ένα σούπερ σέξι ντετέκτιβ!»

Excerpt from Arielle Immortal Struggle (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 7) by Lilian Roberts

Excerpt
ARIELLE OPENED HER EYES gradually. Her brain was clouded and utterly disoriented. She felt overwhelmingly fatigued and found it very difficult to keep awake. Her eyes moved sluggishly around the poorly lit room, but nothing seemed familiar. Her mind was blurry, filled with jumbled up images. She clenched her eyes shut, thinking she was dreaming, but when she opened them again, the surroundings hadn’t changed. What is happening to me? Her brain cells seemed to be completely stripped of oxygen, she couldn’t remember a thing, and she couldn’t think straight. Where am I? How did I get here? Who brought me here? Where is here? There seemed to be no electrical impulses traveling between her brain neurons. She had all these questions but no answers. Lifting her arms, fists clenched, she rubbed her eyes back and forth, trying to amass her faculties.Minutes seemed to tick by and panic settled in, paralyzing every muscle in her body. Nothing made sense. The sensation deepened and she tried to block the anxiety unsuccessfully. Something was terribly wrong, but the wall between her physical body and her consciousness seemed to be temporarily impenetrable.She lay on that bed motionless, but for how long, she wasn’t sure. Muddling through her vague thoughts, she tried to make sense of her present situation. She searched around the room one more time and inhaled deeply. She couldn’t gather her bearings. Silence dragged for what she thought was a century. A century. Century. The word seemed to be moving inside her brain and bouncing around like a Ping-Pong ball. Why does that word seem to strike a chord?Her heart pounded against her chest, her brain spinning out of control. God, what is happening to me? Where am I? Why can’t I muddle through this fog in my head? Abruptly, she was startled by a set of deep emerald eyes, intercepting her thoughts and steeling her breath away. The striking face of a man emerged from the depths of her soul and found its way through to the forefront of her vision and jolted her mind to consciousness. It was almost like throwing an enormous surge of power into an electrical device by plugging it into a wall socket.Arielle was paralyzed by the vision. “Sebastian!” she cried out, brought back from oblivion to reality. She closed her eyes as a surge of warmth and passion for him gushed through her veins and settled deep in the pit of her stomach. Where is he? Does he know that I am here? Is he trying to find me? A wave of shattering pain ripped right through her body, leaving her empty, lonely, and scared. Oh Sebastian, where are you? She whimpered anxiously and started to sob.Vivid memories started trickling into her brain. The last thing she remembered was fighting for breath. Someone had grabbed her while standing at the campus parking lot by the car. She recalled the frantic struggle to break free from her attacker’s chokehold. She winced at the thought, and her body tensed as panic settled deep into her bones. Lifting her arm, she glanced at her wristwatch. It was 2:35 in the afternoon. It had been over an hour and a half since she had walked back to the car to retrieve her mobile phone. “Who did this?”Supported by her elbows, she pushed against the bed and propped herself up gradually. She searched for something that appeared familiar, but nothing was coming back. A wave of anguish ripped through her, ramming her heart into her throat. Where in bloody hell am I?She inhaled deeply, scrambling to distinguish between reality and a dream. She sat up, and her eyes flicked to the window. It was raining, and the sky was a dark gray. Who could possible want to keep me a prisoner and why?It didn’t take long and, suddenly, she gasped for breath. Icy fingers crawled slowly down her spine as a name, distorted but very familiar, flashed in front of her like a bright neon sign. Bile rose to her throat quickly, and nausea threatened. Annabel! Annabel! Oh, God, it’s Annabel. This was the year for their wedding and she was not going to allow her to marry Sebastian.She fell back on the bed and threw her arm over her eyes. Tears streamed down the sides of her face and into her ears as fear raced across her body, and her hand moved swiftly to her neck. Her eyes widened in sheer shock and horror invaded every fiber of her body. Her necklace was not there. Oh...God..., she muttered, hopelessness taking over. Reality crashed into her skull like a thunderbolt and pressure generated a stinging pain behind her eyelids. She was trembling with fright, knowing that she was alone and helpless against an unbreakable immortal.Forced gasps escaped her and scattered through the stillness of the room. “Why would she bring me here?” she thought out loud, scrutinizing her surroundings like a wild animal trapped in a steel cage. And where is here? Fear surged though her body and her muscles tensed to a painful point. Desperation and terror seeped deep into her bone marrow, and her heart pounded the walls of her chest like a sledgehammer.She couldn’t just lie here; she had to do something to escape, but how? She sprang up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and struggled to her feet only to almost collapse. The floor swayed beneath her feet and she grabbed on to the nightstand to steady herself.Trembling, she tried to bring in her mind a glimpse of something to help her, something like her book bag or her mobile, but the room was sadly bare but for the furnishings. How am I to contact anyone? She stood in the middle of the room unmoved with a lot of undefined, perplexing, and diverse feelings. She felt isolated and desperate.Words couldn’t define the rush of emotions that surged through her body and shook her thoughts. She was trying hard to embrace the uncertainty that was enveloping her, and all she could feel was her world crumbling at her feet and disappearing into another universe. Looking through a vortex portal into this new universe, all she saw was chaos and devastation. She couldn’t distinguish between reality and fantasy. Her heart was pounding her chest in a painful way. She needed Sebastian to lean on; she needed the safe sanctuary he provided, the warmth of his embrace, and his soft voice telling her that everything was going to be fine.

Blurb:
A desperate abduction…Sebastian Gaulle has been targeted by the Russian Mafia, who will stop at nothing to force him into giving up documents containing his company’s most valuable secrets. Sebastian has always outsmarted them before, but now they’ve taken the thing he holds most dear, his beloved fiancée Arielle Lloyd.
A coordinated strike…Sebastian is consumed with worry and determined to rescue his only love, but even after she’s safe in his arms the threat to her and everyone they love will not end until the criminal organization is eliminated for good. With the help of his immortal allies, Sebastian leads a global attack on the Mafia’s goons, saving the most deadly foes for himself.
An immortal wedding…Eva and Ian are finally getting their dream wedding, and Arielle and Sebastian couldn’t be happier for their friends. Arielle wants nothing more than to tie the knot with her own dream man, but will the immortal villain Annabel ever allow that to happen or will she torment Arielle until she ultimately succeeds in taking her life?

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About the Author: Lilian Roberts is a corporate engineer. College, marriage, the corporate world, and a beloved daughter kept Lilian's writing on the back burner for many years. It wasn't until later on in life that she decided to sit in front of the computer and finally put her thoughts on paper. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, and her golden retriever. She is an avid reader and loves novels that feature characters draped in passion, mystery, and adventure. She is especially fascinated with the concept of immortality.
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