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Feel the Heat

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FEEL THE HEAT

Book Title: Feel The Heat, Rockford Fire Department Series

Author: Kathryn Shay

Genre:Romance

Release Date: May 31, 2016

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She saves him from a fire, then steals his heart without even trying. When white hot attraction kicks in, sparks fly!

Francey Cordaro is a dedicated firefighter, devoted daughter and a loyal friend who has made her way in a man’s world. She rejects material goods, doesn’t give a whit about her striking looks and focuses on saving lives, spending time with her family and friends, working out and playing poker with the guys.

Until she meets Alex Templeton.

A wealthy businessman, Alex is the epitome of success in every area of his life. A decent man, he returns home to run the family company when his father takes ill and his brother loses his way. What he can’t control is his reaction to the sexy firefighter who dragged him from near death. She’s gorgeous, fun-loving and challenges him at every turn. But she refuses a relationship with him.

With differences that rival champagne vs. beer, uptown galas vs. karaoke bars, and the world of high finance vs. the reality of walking into burning buildings, their relationship seems doomed. Or is it?

With a secondary reunion romance as fiery as Alex and Francey’s, and cameo appearances of readers’ favorite firefighters from Hidden Cove, as well as Shay’s trademark tense and exciting rescue scenes, this book will pull on your heartstrings and make you route for these very likable characters.

Be sure to read the rest of the Rockford Fire Department: RISKING IT ALL, CODE OF HONOR and NEVER FAR AWAY, as well as all of the Hidden Cove Firefighters series.

*** NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author Kathryn Shay spent five years riding fire trucks with a large city fire department, eating in their firehouses and interviewing hundreds of America’s Bravest.

Praise for FEEL THE HEAT:

“Ms. Shay’s romance features richly drawn characters in a fresh role reversals, solid friction and sensual fire.” RT Book Reviews, Top Pick

“All the characters are so real, as are the descriptions of firefighting. The way these individuals deal with their lives and loves makes for fascinating reading.” Old Book Barn Gazette

“I made the mistake of starting this while out of town on business that kept me from reading most of the day. I advise you to make sure you have uninterrupted reading time when you pick this up. Fascinating.” All About Romance

“The characterization of Alex and Francey could be described as exquisite. I know I’ll put FEEL THE HEAT on my shelf and pull it out in six months when I want a good re-read.” The Romance Reader

excerpt

The siren wailed and the horn blared as Quint Twelve, one of Rockford Fire Department’s state-of-the-art trucks, tore into the Templeton warehouse parking lot. The other rig in the house, the Midi, which carried medical equipment, rolled behind them. Francey Cordaro felt a jolt of adrenaline when they hit the fire ground, and her heartbeat quickened at the sight of the thick black smoke billowing from the building. The trucks squealed to a halt, and the crew catapulted out of the cab. They were second in, as another firehouse had beaten them to the scene.

While the captain sprinted to Incident Command for instructions from the battalion chief, the rest of themhefted hoses out of the Quint’s bed, removed the pry tools and twisted the heavy steel valves to open the vehicle’s water tanks.

“Hell of a way to start your thirtieth birthday, France,” Roncowsky, the rookie, said as he yanked on a line.

“You got that right, kid.”

Captain Knight strode back to them like a general ready to mobilize his troops. His radio pulsed as much static as orders from the chief. “Engine Sixteen’s ventilating the roof on the east side. They got two hoses in the front door. They figured the place was empty this time of night, but after they went in, a passerby told the battalion chief there might be somebody inside. Seems his car wasn’t spotted till just now. We’re going in the west side. There’s a wrought-iron staircase on the outside wall leading up to the office level.”

“Tough luck,” Dylan O’Roarke, her good friend, and excellent firefighter commented on the news that a victim was in the burning building.

The cap faced Francey. “Cordaro, make the forced entry up there. Office is to the left about twenty feet—we’ll look for the guy in there first. I’ll bring in the thermal imaging camera.” He flicked a glance at Dylan. “O’Roarke, take a hose in with her. Roncowsky andDuke, other members of the group who were on the second truck, will follow with a second line.” One driver would stay with the rigs and oversee water delivery.

Francey grabbed the pry tool, raced to the warehouse and bolted up the wrought-iron stairs, the men hauling the lines behind her. She reached the entrance in seconds and sprang the lock on the heavy steel door. Captain Knight barked their position into the radio, then all four firefighters donned their breathing masks and switched on their air flow. Francey shoved an ax-like halligan into her pocket in case it was needed inside and took her place on the tip of the hose. With Dylan behind her and Robbie in back of the captain on the other side, they entered the burning building.

A thick blanket of black smoke enveloped them. It was like being blindfolded, but the thermal camera would help the captain detect any bodies with different heat signatures from the ambient temperature around them. “Go down the west hall. I see something in a room.”

Crouching low, they inched along the wall. Franceygroped the floor in front of her. She and Dylan pulled the charged hose down the wide hallway while the rookie and Duke mirrored their actions on the other side. The sound of water slapping on the fire below them indicated Engine Sixteen must have found the seat of the blaze.

About twenty feet into the warehouse, sweat trickling down her shirt, Francey heardKnight’s command into the radio. “In the room on the left, Cordaro.”

She felt the outline of a closed door. She let Dylan take the hose, stood, threw off her glove and tested the door with the back of her hand. Not too hot. She twisted the knob. It opened, but only partway.

Reaching around, she found abody slumped on the floor just inside the smoke-filled room, partly blocking theirentrance. She eased herself inside and squinted to make out his form.

She managed to get him upright and dug her hands under his armpits. God, he was heavy. Over two hundred, she guessed. Slowly, she drew him back, the other guys opened the door then she dragged him into the hall. Duke got the legs of the victim. The smoke still a thick curtain, she walked backward behind the others who retraced their steps to the outside staircase. Dylan led the way with the hose. When they reached the exit, Francey stepped onto the landing backward and edged around to take the stairs.

Still unconscious, the man jerked spasmodically. The movement threw Francey off balance. Let go of him! she thought wildly. You’re going to fall. She did, and momentum took her down the steps. Her left arm banged on the railing, and pain splintered through her.

Her head hit something hard—and the world went black.

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Every muscle in her body hurt—much like it did after a grueling session with weights. Francey willed the pain away and tried to open her eyes. Heavy-lidded, they stayed shut. She shifted slightly and moaned.

“She’s awake, Ben,” a familiar voice called from beside her. The captain.

Then a hand stroked her hair, as it had through measles and mumps and her first injury in the fire department. “Francey, honey, it’s me. Dad.”

Finally she was able to slit her eyes. Her fatherhovered over her, his face etched with concern. His dark, just-graying hair was mussed, and his brown eyes were troubled.

“Hi,” she murmured.

“Hi.”

“W-what happened?”

Coming up beside Ben, Dylan grinned. “You fell down the steps, klutz. Did you know that fifty thousand people are hospitalized every year because of fire-related injuries?” Though he was considered quite a ladies’ man with his unruly black hair and Irish blue eyes, her friend could be a pain in the butt.

“Spare me the statistics, O’Roarke.” Then her memory returned. A forcible entry into the warehouse. A man on the floor. She’d lost her footing when she reached the wrought-iron staircase. “The victim?”

“He’s fine,” her father told her. “Some smoke inhalation.”

“And a few bruises from being dropped,” Dylan added gleefully.

“Oh, shit.” Francey struggled to sit up. The action sent a bolt of pain through her arm. “What the hell?”

Her father sat on the bed and gently touched the cast that ran from just below her elbow to the middle of her hand. “It’s broken, kiddo.”

Francey closed her eyes and sank into the pillow, vaguely recalling her trip to the hospital and her stint in emergency. Her head began to throb. She used an obscenity she rarely said in front of her father. He gave her a weak grin.

“How long?”

A firefighter like his daughter and one of his sons, Ben Cordaro understood her concern. “You’ll be out at least two months.”

“Never.”

“You will, honey.”

Her older brothers, Nicky and Tony, came up behind their father. Nicky had Ben’s dark good looks; Tony, the older, was fair, with taffy-colored hair.

Sidling in close, Tony bent and kissed her. “Hi, kid. Took a nasty fall, huh?”

Francey nodded at his trademark gentle kindness. “I guess.”

“Tough break, sis.” Nicky chuckled. “Excuse the pun.” She gave him a pained look, like the ones they’d shared as children. “Hey, you can always go to the academy and work with Dad.”

Francey rolled her eyes. Most firefighters dreaded an academy stint because they missed all the action.

“Not this time. The doc said no work for two months, even teaching recruits. You have to heal properly.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked her brother.

“My crew was on at Sixteen’s last night. While you were playing hero with the CEO of Templeton Industries, I was in the basement knocking down the fire.”

Francey frowned. “The CEO of Templeton Industries?”

“Yeah. Alex Templeton was working late at the company warehouse and apparently fell asleep at his desk. When the fire got rolling, he was overcome by the carbon dioxide. You pulled him right out of the jaws of death, sis,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Dylan, Duke and me got him out.”

“That’s right,” Dylan put in. “Just because you’re a battalion chief’s daughter doesn’t mean you get all the credit.”

Male laughterrippled through the room. “Is everybody here?”

“Yeah.”

Adam Genier, the other rig driver, approached the bed, along with Robbie. “You can always come in and cook for us while you’re off,” Adam teased.

The entire crew groaned. Francey’s lack of culinary skills was well-known in the department.

Francey gazed at the men gathered around the hospital bed—her biological family and her other family, Group One from station house Quint/Midi Twelve. Except for Robbie, their crew had been together for years, and the men were like brothers to her. Right now they were cleaned up and dressed in civilian clothes. But Ed Knight’s face was drawn and looked pale next to his gray hair and Robbie’s youthful complexion was pasty. Adam’s eyes, almost the same hue as his coffee-colored skin, were concerned; the harsh lines of Duke’s rough exterior had softened. And Dylan, though he joked and quoted his infamous firefighter trivia, had creases in his forehead whenever he looked at her.

They were all worried. She smiled in appreciation.

“What time is it?” she asked. “We off?”

“About seven.” This from the captain. “We came here as soon as our shift ended and our relief arrived.”

“You remember the ambulance ride?” Dylan, a paramedic, as well as a firefighter, had accompanied her to the hospital.

“Yeah. You got a great bedside manner, O’Roarke. You kept yelling at me to wake up.”

“He saves his tender side for his women,” Adam joked.

Francey glanced at Robbie. “You did good, kid, for your third fire.”

The redheaded rookie gave her an impish grin. “I did?” No one in the Rockford Fire Department doled out unwarranted praise.

“Uh-huh.”

“Jeez, France, I’m sorry you got hurt. Especially on your birthday.”

“The one saving grace is that you guys won’t be able to pull any stupid over-the-hill pranks on me now that I’m in the hospital.” When they were done with their tour today—a full rotation of four days on, three off, four nights on and three days off—they’d planned to go to Pumpers, a firefighters’ hangout, to break out the champagne.

She glanced at Captain Knight. “How’d the fire start? And where?”

“In the basement. We’re not sure how. The alarm was called in by one of the Templetons who was driving by the warehouse. The fire marshals have been there all night. They think maybe…”

The captain’s voice trailed off as someone came through the door to Francey’s room. She couldn’t see around the guys, but tension rose in the air quicker than heated mercury.

Her crew eased away from the bed. Ben, Tony and Nicky stilled. Her dad said, “Diana.”

Shit!

He only half-turned away from Francey. His face was blank, his voice carefully neutral—a sharp contrast to his warmth only minutes before.

“How is she?” Diana’s tone matched his. Pure coolness.

“See for yourself.”

Ben stepped back, but Nicky blocked her path and glanced dramatically at his watch. “What, the queen’s up before noon?”

“Nick, lay off.” The admonishment came from Tony, who rested a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Francey couldn’t see her mother yet—Nicky’s muscular frame blocked her view—but she could hear her voice. “Hello, Nicky. Tony.”

“Hi, Mom.” Only Tony’s voice held affection.

Nicky sneered.

And then Diana Cordaro Hathaway stepped into Francey’s line of vision. Slim as always, her carriage regal, Diana wore her fairy-princess blond hair swept back from a face devoid of makeup. Even so, she looked a decade younger than fifty. And light-years away from the rest of the Cordaros. “Francesca.” Her breathiness was pronounced.

“Hello, Diana.”

Diana cleared her throat. “Are you all right?”

Despite her efforts to remain aloof, her mother’s fearful tone wended its way into Francey’s heart. “I’m fine.”

Impulsively Diana reached out to touch Francey’s cast, but drew back her hand at Francey’s frown. “Does it hurt?”

“They got me pretty doped up. I don’t feel much pain.”

“Are you injured anywhere else?”

“Just this bump on the head.”

After examiningthe injury with the care of a nurse, Diana said, “Well, good.”

From the corner of her eye, Francey saw the members of her firefighting group, including Captain Knight, sneak out and leave the dysfunctional Cordaro family alone. The room got so quiet Francey could hear the muffled sounds of a hospital’s morning routine outside in the hall—the elevator ping, the shrill of a phone, orders being given.

Her father broke the charged atmosphere. “How did you find out about Francey’s accident?”

Diana’s violet eyes, the only thing Francey had inherited from her, flickered with repressed anger. “I heard about the fire on the morning news. I called your mother to see if Francesca or Nicky was involved.” Censure colored Diana’s tone. “You could have phoned me.”

Ben’s face hardened. “I could have.”

“Why?” Nicky edged in front of her dad. “So you could play the loving parent? Just because you moved back here eight months ago doesn’t mean you’re part of our lives.”

Diana’s sharp intake of breath silenced her son’s attack more quickly than an angry retort.

Ben said, “Nicky, go get us some coffee.” When her brother hesitated, her father stared him down, just as he used to do when the Cordaro children were little and balked at going to bed.

With a scathing glance at Diana, Nicky stalked out the door. Tony followed him, stopping to kiss Diana’s cheek on the way out. Her father turned to her mother, and his face softened fractionally. “I should have called you. I’m not used to your being back in Rockford.”

Diana held his gaze unblinkingly.

“I, um, know how much firefighting worries you, Dee.”

Her mother swallowed hard, then turned to Francey. Her eyes brimmed with feeling. “I was hoping to see you today, but not under these circumstances, of course.” Diana drew in a deep breath. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Francey studied the woman who’d walked out on her husband and children twenty-seven years ago. Every time she saw her mother, she was assailed by conflicting emotions. This morning she was too tired to deal with them. “No, Diana, there’s nothing you can do for me now.”

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Experience in Firefighting by Kathryn Shay

Imagine this: it’s six a.m. on a Sunday morning and a call comes over the P.A. system: “Stabbing on Brown Street. Midi 8 go into service.” Two firefighters jump into the little medical truck—with me sandwiched in between them. Off we go with sirens blaring, taking corners like race car drivers. The dispatch coming into the truck warned, “Firefighters are NOT go into the building until the police arrive.” As a wife, mother, teacher and ordinary person, I wondered, “What am I doing here?”

The answer: I was in this situation because I was given permission from the city where I live to ride along with our firefighters to research a series of books. This wasn’t the only exciting run I participated in during the five years I worked with the Rochester Fire Department. There was a snowy night where we raced to a college dorm that was on fire. Though I couldn’t go inside, I watched the guys run in from the freezing weather and carry people back out into it, the puffs of cold air from their breathing creating an unreal cloud around them. There was the time a basement flooded and we went inside to find the people did not speak English. We had to phone the gas company before a rookie could wade in. Once, I went to a training session, where the officers filled a house with mist and tied a dummy down. The guys had to rescue it. A very nice lieutenant took me by the hand and led me inside. I was literally blinded by mist, as they operate all the time, only real smoke surrounds them.

One of my most favorite parts of the research was training with recruits at the fire academy. I crawled through the maze like the rookies did, blindfolded. I went about two feet with mine on and had to pull it off. I posed as their victim in an EMS qualification exercise, where they had to take my pulse, check my respiration and once, save me from bleeding to death. On another occasion, they dressed me up in their gear, let me hold a hose so I could tell the difference between one charged with water vs. one with foam. (They also stood behind to catch me when the recoil hit and I tumbled backwards.) Once, at night, they powered up the HazMat Truck to show me how to test for anthrax. Another time, they took the rig with the Hurst tools, used for car accidents, out of service for an hour so I could learn about the pry tools and generators—I started one—and the hold the Jaws of Life.

In addition to all these exciting experiences, I spent time with the firefighters. Some of them invited me to their houses to talk to their husbands or wives. I interviewed a female firefighter at length and got good insight into what it was like to be a woman in a modern firefighter department. I dined on countless dinners, lunches, and coffees late into the evenings to hear their stories: how they were burned, how they hated to be called heroes, some rescues they would never forget. And, of course, how horrific 9/11 was for them. Firefighters are an affectionate lot—they hug and playfully punch each other. One afternoon, as we all sat at the kitchen table, a guy went around massaging the necks of his colleagues. He got to me and massaged my neck, too. (That was really cool.)

Not only did all of the above allow me to write realistic firefighting scenes, but I also learned how firefighting is a grueling, frightening and adrenaline-pumping experience. The men and women who do it are selfless, intense, quietly heroic with a black sense of humor and a deep sense of integrity. I feel the success of my books is due to my experiences with them and will be forever grateful to firefighters everywhere for the job they do.

meet the author

A NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Kathryn Shay has been a lifelong writer and teacher. She has written dozens of self-published original romance titles, print books with the Berkley Publishing Group and Harlequin Enterprises and mainstream women’s fiction with Bold Strokes Books. She has won five RT Book Reviews awards, four Golden Quills, four Holt Medallions, the Bookseller’s Best Award, Foreword Magazine’s Book of the Year and several “Starred Reviews.” Her novels have been serialized in COSMOPOLITAN magazine and featured in USA TODAY, THE WALL STREET JOURNAL and PEOPLE magazine. There are over five million copies of her books in print, along with hundreds of thousands downloaded online. Reviewers have called her work “emotional and heart-wrenching.”

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Book Title: For the Clan

Author: Archer Kay Leah

Genre: Science fiction romance

Release Date: May 25, 2016

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Canada, 2165 AD. The Water Wars and a decimated economy have taken their toll. Anyone who doesn’t live in a military-patrolled metropolis lives in a clan. But being in a clan doesn’t mean safety.

And for a Ven like Roan Lee, it doesn’t matter where he lives. Safety is a luxury. So is freedom.

Roan is desperate to escape the governtary’s exploitation and torture. He is nothing to them but 54σK1, an artifact born from a genetic mishap. When the chance to escape arises, he makes a run for it—and encounters the lover from his past, twisting his future into a second chance he never expected.

As leaders of Clan Teach, Jace Ama and his wife, Cayra Diega, have enough difficulty keeping their people safe. When Roan is thrown to their feet as a prisoner, their marriage becomes an additional challenge. Jace still loves Roan, but where does that place Cayra?

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The light jumped and twirled, spinning until wisps formed the body of a large bird. Graceful ribbons of orange and yellow light laced together, taking the shape of wings and a trailing crown of feathers almost as vivid as the long red and gold tail.

Black eyes and a beak faced them before the bird took flight. It soared across the breeze and flew around the trees. Ethereal and shining, the bird plummeted through the leaves, shaking branches all the way down. Small birds squawked and fled their nests, disappearing into the dark.

The bird swooped low towards Jace’s knees, knocking him back. It circled Jace, the delicate feathers of light sweeping across his cheeks, casting him in a soft red glow. Jace’s gaze glimmered with awe as the bird shot towards the sky and winked out of existence. Small particles of light sprinkled the forest like pixie dust.

In the raining red and yellow light, Jace pulled Roan close by the collar and kissed him. There was nothing gentle in it, only raging passion.

Roan pulled Jace back by the waist and leaned against a tree, their ragged breaths deafening him. Maybe one day they’d have more. Maybe one day…

Leaves crunched. Whispers caught on the breeze. The air wafted, carrying the odour of sweat and chemical fumes.

Roan pushed Jace back. The hair on Roan’s neck stood on end.

A dark figure launched towards them from the darkness. An unmarked metal canister hit the ground at Roan’s feet.

Smoke burst forth, engulfing Roan’s body.

“Hands behind your head,” voices yelled, followed by clicks. “Hands up behind your head! Get on your knees!”

“Roan?” Jace called, grappling Roan’s arms in the thick smoke. “What’s going on?”

Roan hacked and gagged, swatting the smoke away. He couldn’t see Jace—he couldn’t even see his own feet through his irritated eyes.

“Roan!” Jace’s fingernails dug into Roan’s wrist as his grip slipped down Roan’s forearms. “Don’t let them take me!”

Jace’s hands ripped away from Roan’s arm.

“Get on your knees,” voices commanded again. A sharp object rammed Roan’s knee, bashing his kneecap.

Yelping, Roan fell. Through the dissipating smoke, soldiers in black uniforms and masks rushed at him, their assault rifles aimed at his head and heart. Military. The governtary. No!

He struggled to stand. Lunging forward, he struck at the blurred faces.

A rifle slammed down on his wrists before the butt of the gun smashed his jaw.

“Down on the ground, Ven,” a soldier demanded, threatening to hit Roan again.

“Roan!” Jace screamed from behind them.

On instinct, Roan stared past the soldiers to the faint light from a headlamp. Even with burning retinas, he could see Jace in the hold of Kai and Vera, two sentries from Clan Teach. Moham’s guards and friends. Kai’s tall, broad body seized Jace by the waist while Vera’s lithe form fought Jace’s arms. They hauled Jace back, navigating towards the camp settlement.

“Jace.” Roan stepped towards him. Gun muzzles jabbed him back.

Jace fought back, kicking Kai’s shins and hitting Vera’s face. “Let me go! I’m not the one they’re attacking, you idiots. Go save him!” He raked Kai’s arms and punched Vera’s chest.

Kai smacked Jace in the neck, stunning Jace.

“Last time, lab elf. Hands. Head. Now!” The soldier in front of Roan jammed the gun to Roan’s groin.

Groaning, Roan collapsed in surrender. Soldiers jerked his arms as they clamped cold metal cuffs over his injured wrists. They yanked him up and pushed him in the opposite direction of the settlement, his hands hanging limp in front of him.

“Don’t let them take you,” Jace hollered. “Don’t leave me.”

Roan spun on his heel. In the distance, barely visible in the light from Kai’s helmet, Kai and Vera dragged Jace, hitting him as he continued to struggle. Jace wrenched one arm free, reaching for Roan with an open palm.

A strangled cry escaped Roan’s throat. He reached towards Jace, clawing air.

Then darkness separated them completely.

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Themes:

Hurts – Blood, Tears & Gold

Hurts – Somebody to Die For

Hurts – Unspoken

Hurts – Wonderful Life

Jetta – I’d Love To Change the World

Tove Lo – Scream My Name

Portishead – Roads

Rest of the Playlist!

Accost – Warsaw Pact Yard Sale

Chumbawamba – Outsider

Chumbawamba – The Good Ship Lifestyle

Cinephile – Comatose

Deuce – America (explicit)

Duran Duran – Come Undone

Eivør Pálsdóttir – Is It Cold Outside

Eklipse – In the End

Eklipse – Wonderful Life

Ellie Goulding – Hanging On

Five Finger Death Punch – Far From Home

Hurts – Blind

Imagine Dragons – Nothing Left To Say

James Newton Howard (feat. Jennifer Lawrence) – The Hanging Tree

Madonna – Live to Tell

Marina and the Diamonds – Lies

MS MR – Bones

Plumb – Damaged

Radical Face – The Gilded Hand

XOV – Animal

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AKL author photoArcher Kay Leah was raised in Canada, growing up in a port town at a time when it was starting to become more diverse, both visibly and vocally. Combined with the variety of interests found in Archer’s family and the never-ending need to be creative, this diversity inspired a love for toying with characters and their relationships, exploring new experiences and difficult situations.

Archer most enjoys writing speculative fiction and is engaged in a very particular love affair with fantasy, especially when it is dark and emotionally charged. When not reading and writing for work or play, Archer is a geek with too many hobbies and keeps busy with other creative endeavors, a music addiction, and whatever else comes along. Archer lives in London, Ontario with a same-sex partner and their cat.

 

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Promo Post: Graceful Ashes By Savannah Stewart

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Book Title: Graceful Ashes

Author: Savannah Stewart

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 15, 2016

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Zoey Fisher dedicated her entire life to dancing in hopes that one day it would pay off with a full ride to the school of her dreams. When luck grants her that wish, she’s faced with leaving the only family she has behind to build a life of her own in a city hundreds of miles away.

Soon after, the sheltered young girl begins to step into a World that is the Polar opposite of her own. Drugs, sex, and deceit paint her once colorful self black with no hope of turning back.

Will Zoey be granted a second chance to show her worth? Or will the boy that owns her heart permanently drag her down the rabbit hole?

 

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From the Most Beautiful Small Town of America & the Bourbon Capital of the World, Bardstown, Kentucky, Savannah Stewart writes Contemporary Romance, New Adult, and Romantic Suspense novels. She is very much a Leo, with one fur baby named, Jack. She’s a Book-a-holic who loves music, tattoos, photography, singing, writing, & laughing. One of her favorite quotes is “Love is the beauty of the soul.”

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Don’t Wake the DEAD By C.C. Wood

My name is

Zoe Thorne and I’m just an ordinary woman. My life is mundane, and that’s

perfectly fine with me; I work a boring job, watch TV, read books, and sleep

alone. There’s nothing special about me.

Except

that I can see ghosts.

After

suffering years of rejection due to my freakish ability, I’m determined to hide

my “gift” from others. That is until I meet Malachi Flemming and his peculiar

yet amusing friends. Mal hosts a paranormal web show titled The Wraith Files and when he discovers

my talent, he offers me a job. Well, offer may not be the right word.

He

won’t take no for an answer.

One

night, we stumble across a spirit on the side of a deserted, country road. He

seems lost and scared, convinced someone murdered him. Mal’s interest is piqued

and he insists on helping me investigate the accident. The deeper we dig, the

clearer it becomes that the killer doesn’t want us to discover the truth.

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Desperate

people will go to any lengths to keep their secrets buried. Sometimes it’s best

not to wake the dead unless you plan to join them.

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A native Texan, C.C. grew

up either reading or playing the piano.

Years later, she’s still not grown up and doing the same things. Since the voices in her head never shut up,

C.C. decided to share their crazy stories and started writing books.

Now that she has a baby

girl at home, C.C.’s non-writing time is usually spent cleaning up poopy

diapers or feeding the poop machine.

Sometimes she teaches piano, cooks, or spends time bugging her hubby and

two beagles.

Pay For Play By Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm

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Author: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 6, 2016

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Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own home, car or hell… even in a public fucking library.
Whatever gets you wet.
I never expected a million-dollar business to come out of touching myself on camera, but when you add in nine of your best guys, the women become hungry and the money begins flowing faster than you can spend it.
You want to see me take my shirt off, I’ll strip it off nice and slow, making you sweat in anticipation.
You want to see me touch my dick, I’ll stroke every hard inch of it, getting you off before you can even feel it creeping up on you.
Your money.
Your Alpha.
Your demand.
Now I just hope playing for her on camera will pay off enough for me to claim her outside of the computer screen.
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Victoria Ashley

Victoria

Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.

She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

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Hilary

Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling ‘Rebel Walking’ Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC

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Sales Blitz: LIVE BY THE TEAM By Cindy Skaggs

Live by the Team

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Book Title: Live By The Team (Team Fear 1)

Author: Cindy Skaggs

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: April 23, 2016

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Hot military romantic suspense. Fast paced, twists and turns with a side of steamy.

They created a monster. Trained by the Army, enhanced by medical experimentation, and tested in war. What happens to the creature when the war ends and the man awakens?

SSgt. Ryder was born, bred, and enhanced as a warrior, but when he returns home to his new wife–exiled from the army along with the rest of his disgraced team–he faces mounting anger and paranoia. When a fellow soldier does the unthinkable, Ryder disappears to protect his wife, but his departure leaves a vacuum filled with danger. Can he save her or will he lose himself to the beast and destroy what matters most?

Abandoned most of her life, Lauren Ryder married thinking she had finally found stability, until her new husband disappeared. He returns altered and secretive. Can she forgive him for crushing her dreams of picket fences and happily ever after? Will she survive what he has become?

Hot military romantic suspense. Fast paced, twists and turns with a side of steamy. Live By The Team is the first in the Team Fear series. The surviving members of Team Fear are out of the military and in a world of secrets, lies, and cover-ups in this new romantic suspense series by Cindy Skaggs.

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“I don’t want to hear it.” She punctuated the words by stabbing a finger into his chest. “Damn you and the horse you rode in on, Ryder.” Hysteria stole the force from her words. Tears shimmered so it was like looking through a storm cloud. “I thought you were dead.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her into his warmth, the tray clattering to the ground. She resisted, stood stiff with her palms braced against him, pushing away like an angry cat, her claws digging into his drool-worthy pecs. “I was dead without you,” he said, his tone as rough as a dried-up creek bed. The texture of his voice put her in the mood for hot sex on a cold winter night.

Kill me now.

The man knew how to push her buttons with his practiced moves and smooth words and a deep voice that zipped desire straight to her underpants. Lauren’s claws retracted and her body softened against his, even as her mind argued against forgiveness. “Love is an action word, Ryder. Your sweet words don’t buy you a pass.” Lauren shook her head to clear the emotional storm. “Not this time—”

“Yes.” Raw need swelled in his gravelly voice, the sound hitting below the belt. He was a walking fantasy and she was all too familiar with his ability to blow her mind, but her wounded pride demanded she grow a pair.

Lauren twisted to leave—honest to God, her mind was made up—but it was like her boots were nailed to the floor. She couldn’t step, slide, or scoot. Silence stretched. He waited, gave her time to get the hell out of Dodge.

The temperature in the hall flashed hot and his grip on her hips turned to fire. He lowered his head, inch by arrogant inch, until the day’s growth of beard on his strong jaw, his tortured moan, and the smell of leather were all that mattered.

Lauren burrowed past the damn leather jacket and fisted a hand on the side of his t-shirt. Her knuckles brushed the warm skin underneath. She held tight to the thin cotton to keep her hands from straying. The second he lowered his head she was lost. Her heartbeat filled the pause, thundering with need and fear and desire. His breath brushed her lips and her heart whispered a soft welcome home.

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Cindy Skaggs grew up on stories of mob bosses, horse thieves, cold-blooded killers, and the last honest man. Those mostly true stories gave her a lifelong love of storytelling and heroes. Her search for story took her around the world with the Air Force before returning to Colorado. As a single mom, she’s turning her lifelong love of storytelling into the one thing she can’t live without: writing. She has an MA in Creative Writing, three jobs, two kids, and more pets than she can possibly handle. When she’s not writing, she can be found hiking in the Rocky Mountains.

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Dirty Work By Chelle Bliss & Brenda Rothert

Authors – Chelle Bliss & Brenda Rothert

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Release Date – July 26, 2016

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After serving his country with distinction on the battlefield, there’s only one place left for Jude Titan to fight – Washington, DC. The people of the great state of Illinois welcomed home their hero, and it’s because of them that he’s running for Congress. #TrustTitan

But there’s a problem. His opponent, Reagan Preston, is a temptation he can’t afford.

Reagan Preston grew up in politics, groomed from an early age to carry on the family tradition. She’s in the biggest fight of her life against the golden boy, Jude Titan. It’s an uphill battle against one of the most eligible bachelors in Chicago, but she’s ready. With the backing of her family and friends, her campaign is a force to be reckoned with. #PurePreston

What starts out as a fight for the ages turns into an attraction so intense they’ll both risk ruin for it. #PoliticsIsFilthy #DirtyWork

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Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives near the Gulf of Mexico, but hates sand. She’s a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She loves spending her free time with her 2 cats, hamster, and alpha male boyfriend.

Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.

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