His Assistant by Nikka Michaels

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Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, BDSM, Contemporary

Length: Anthology Length Short Story

Release Date: June 20, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Anthology Title: Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition

 

 

ANTHOLOGY BLURB:

Unleash your naughty side with Evernight Publishing’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

 

AUTHORS:

Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day

Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton

Pelaam, Nikka Michaels

 

HIS ASSISTANT BLURB:

Justin isn’t the typical assistant to powerful executive John Ryan. Like any good assistant, Justin fetches coffee, makes copies and manages the busy executive’s schedule. Behind closed doors, Justin’s more than an assistant; he’s in control.

 

EXCERPT: 

“I have several things to add to the next meeting’s agenda and I think you should take some notes, Mr. Ryan. You’ll find a notepad and pen in your desk drawer.”

John swallowed hard, as his handsome face flushed. No one told him what to do like Justin did; they all just scurried around to do his bidding. But Justin didn’t scurry. When John turned toward the desk, obeying orders, Justin knew what he wanted. Justin came up behind him, pressing the length of his body against his boss’s, and whispered in his ear. “On your knees, Jonathan. You do all your best work when you kneel.”

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight Publishing | Amazon US | Amazon UK | All Romance Ebooks | Bookstrand

 

NIKKA MICHAELS BIO:

Nikka Michaels lives in the rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases from Evernight Publishing: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in the Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology and “His Assistant” in the Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition Anthology. She has four short stories from Cobblestone Press including the MF novella, Christmas with Caden and three MM short stories from their Blue Line including Room Service, Lip Service and Mile High Service coming July 15, 2014.  Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, In the Raw and In the Fire set to release October and November 2014 from Carina Press.

 

LINKS:

Blog | Twitter | Facebook Profile | Facebook Author Page | Goodreads | Evernight Publishing | Amazon US

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Blue Haven Boys – Cash (book 1) by Tyler Robbins

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Ryan Blake had never been far from his small-town, Texas home. Single, and hating it, Ryan wanted nothing more than to change his relationship status. However, falling for his best friend, Cash, an experienced, pretty boy, hadn’t been part of his summer plans.

Still reeling from an embarrassing heartbreak, Jameson Cash looked forward to another summer working at the Blue Haven Resort. He didn’t need the money, but surrounding himself with great people, a beautiful lake, and countless days of fun in the sun, was just what he needed to move on.

Cash was down for anything, but never dreamed that would include his best friend, Ryan. One amazing night changed both of their lives forever, showing them a life they’d never dreamed possible.

Unfortunately, just when they thought they’d figured it out, an unspeakable act of violence strikes too close to home, and they soon realize, no one’s future is certain.

The only thing better than having a good friend to watch your back, is having a best friend to scratch it in your bed.

 

Blue Haven Tagline:

Blue Haven, where all-inclusive means everything or nothing at all!

Excerpt:

Ryan sucked in a slow, cleansing breath then reached down and untied the string to the basketball shorts Cash had given him to wear.

“No.” Cash pushed his hand away and sat up. “Let me.”

Pinpricks delighted Ryan’s flesh as Cash slipped his fingers inside the waistband. He pushed the shorts down a little on the side closest to him then slid his fingers around and did the same on the other side. By the time he pushed them down over Ryan’s cock, Ryan was as hard as a rock. He lifted his ass and let Cash remove the shorts and his boxers simultaneously. His cock jutted upward, hard and pulsating. Damn.

Cash skimmed his fingers over Ryan’s lower abdomen, and down the inside of his thighs, touching him everywhere except his shaft and balls.

Cash’s gaze followed the movement of his fingers. “Damn, Ryan.” His voice lowered into a sultry baritone Ryan had never imagined he’d hear coming from his best friend. “The things I’m gonna do to you.”

Ryan couldn’t help it, he palmed his cock and started to stroke his shaft.

Cash bent and kissed the inside of Ryan’s thigh. He licked Ryan’s hip bone, leaving a glistening trail of saliva all over his lower extremities. “Taste so fucking good.”

Ryan arched his back as he slowly jacked himself off.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Cash’s whispered encouragement echoed, but Ryan could hardly hear him over the hammering of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“So fucking hot, man.”

Ryan tweaked his left nipple, just as he usually did when he pleasured himself. Gooseflesh beaded across his skin and he shivered from the thrill of Cash’s reaction.

“I wanna taste that cock so fucking bad.”

Ryan moaned as his body stormed toward climax. He thrust his hips upward. “Do it. Please?” The pleading sound of his voice surprised even him. He held his cock by the root, offering himself to Cash.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Cash licked his lips, dipped his head, and flicked the crown with the tip of his tongue.

Ryan immediately shuddered. “Oh, God.”

Cash grinned then dove again, this time sucking in the tip, then he sank lower and swirled his tongue around the shaft.

At first, Ryan gasped, but then he clenched his jaw and concentrated, doing all he could not to come. The more Cash sucked, and the faster his head bobbed up and down, the harder it became for Ryan to remain quiet. He squirmed, twitched and moaned, as sounds he’d never made before came from inside him.

His panting grew louder the closer he charged toward orgasm. “Fuck.” He pumped his hips, fucking Cash’s mouth. Damn, he was beautiful with his lips glistening, and his cheeks hollowed out. Ryan never could have imagined how Cash’s mouth would have felt or looked wrapped around him. Not in his wildest dreams.

“I’m gonna come!” He sucked air through his teeth, struggling to maintain control, but it was no use. “Fuck.” He jammed his head back into the pillow as orgasmic waves wracked his entire body.

Ryan moaned from utter pleasure and trembled while Cash milked him, swallowing every drop Ryan had to offer.

 

AMAZON Buy Link:

Blue Haven Boys – Cash: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L4K5GYK

 

About the Author:

Robin Badillo / Tyler Robbins

 

Robin Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.

After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away in 2006. With no particular skills to speak of, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.

A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.

Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.

 

Tyler Robbins Blog: http://tylerrobbins.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

 

Other Books by Tyler Robbins available on Amazon:

 

Beyond Honor

A Beautiful Lie

Immortal Thirst

Aftermath: Guts and Glory

Killian’s Claim (book #2 Call of the Wolf Series)

 

The Becoming (book #1 Call of the Wolf Series) is available as a short story as part of Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim Manlove Edition.

 

TRR “My Biggest Fan” game on June 15

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More than 250 authors and publishers are participating, and there are more than 200 prizes up for grabs during the whole month of June. Grand prize is a $100 Gift Certificate!

Go to The Romance Reviews / Event to register, log in and play the games.

On June 15th, you will find a question related to my book My Biggest Fan.

Have fun & good luck!

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Intimate Danger! A book release, a giveaway, and a deviant mind

My bestest friend, co-writer and mentor, the superbly talented author D.C. Stone, had her fourth book published by Evernight on June 11. I’ve had the privilege of following all her efforts from the start and learning a ton about the publishing world in the process.

Way to go, sis – I’m so happy for you!

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When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.

A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her.

While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.

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EXCERPT:

Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.

“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.

He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.

Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.

“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.

She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”

The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.

“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”

Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.

Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.

“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.

“Umm, a case.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.

Resigned, he let out a breath.

“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”

Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning in to him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.

His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.

“Well, Agent Rossi.”

Lean forward a little more, please.

“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”

The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.

He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.

She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”

He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.

The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez. How can I help you, Agent Rossi?”

The noisemaker behind him snorted out a laugh.

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PURCHASE LINKS:

Evernight | Amazon US | Amazon UK | All-Romance Ebooks

Add it to your TBR with Goodreads

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

DC Stone

D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head.  Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

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GIVEAWAY:

For a chance to win an ecopy of Intimate Danger, answer the following question in the comment section – don’t forget to leave your email addy!

“If you caught a stranger in your bedroom with his hands in your lingerie drawer, what would you do?”

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INTERVIEW WITH THE PERPETRATOR:

Lea Bronsen: As a writer of noirish crime, suspense and thriller, I tend to be more interested in the dark side of a book than the usual superhero/heroine fighting for justice, chasing love, and going on impossible missions to save the world.

For some reason a shrink would no doubt like to take a closer look at, criminals intrigue me. The more perverted, deviant, and dangerous they are, the more I am drawn, like a tick to blood. I want to understand them and learn to know who they are inside, what has forged them, how their needs were developed, how the mechanisms of their minds work, and how far they are willing to push their luck in a never-ending hunt to sate their urges…

Early on, the perpetrator in ‘Intimate Danger’ caught my interest, and Ms. Stone did such a fine job in conveying his twisted perspective, I had to ask to meet him. By means and at a location I have promised not to share with our readers, I’ve been granted the most incredible opportunity to speak with him for a few minutes. So here goes…

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The mysterious guy sits in the shadow of a corner, his features almost invisible. A pair of disturbingly sharp eyes reflecting low light from the adjacent room sets on me in a quiet, scrutinizing gaze.

“Hi,” I start, and clear my throat.

Why should I be impressed? There have been reports of strange noises, an unexplainable presence, missing lingerie… nothing truly menacing, right?

He gives no reaction, not even a small nod of acknowledgement.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk to me,” I continue. “I understand you prefer to stay anonymous. A great number of people out there finds you utterly fascinating, and since little about you is revealed in the book, I’m going to ask a few private questions. I hope that’s okay with you.”

He blinks once, slowly, his chest heaving.

I tap on my notepad. “All right. First off, how was your childhood, how would you describe yourself as a child, and how was growing up as a teenager?”

He shifts back in the seat and crosses his arms. “I would say my childhood was fine, more than fine. Perfectly actually. I really don’t see the fascination with how I was as a child. Would this be a question you’re comfortable with? Perhaps we should talk about how you think my childhood was, hmmmm?”

His cold scrutiny roams from my shoulders and chest to the clenched hands in my lap, as if undressing me layer by layer, baring me. A shiver runs up my spine, but I won’t let him destabilize me.

“Well,” I reply. “How about your relationship to the girls and women of your family? Did you have a favorite one, and if so, what was special about her?”

“My mother was the only woman I needed. She’s a saint.” He pauses and shifts almost uncomfortably. “She had the body of a goddess and the mind of an angel. Really, there’s nothing more to tell.”

“The body of a goddess?” I repeat with a low voice, nodding. He’s giving me what I want. Forbidden images flash before my eyes, but the hardening of his look tells me not to delve into the matter. “And her relationship to your father? How would you characterize their dynamics?”

“My father wasn’t around. There were men.” He tightens his mouth. “Lots of men, but mostly there was just my mother and myself.”

The mother again. I’m bombarded with questions worthy of Freud’s admiration, but Ms. Stone warned me to tread carefully.

With a glance at my notepad, I suppress my curiosity and move on to the next question. “How do you see women in general? As equal individuals with equal rights, mere objects of sexual interest, or do you easily fall in love and want them to feel the same about you?”

“Women are just as intriguing as a man could be. There’s nothing that makes them stand out to me. Sure, love could come. And sure, the ladies are more than a handful at times. But I really prefer the more…secretive musings of what a woman has to offer, if you catch my drift.”

I do, I do. That is precisely why we are here. Which leads me to the next subject, a revealing one at that, if he chooses to reply truthfully.

Eyeing him, I deliver the bomb. “Do you believe some women deserve to be punished?”

“I don’t think women deserve to be punished, per se. Just sometimes,” he says and trails off, trying to think about how to properly word his response. “Sometimes things happen that allow the inevitable. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it.”

I guess not, which makes it all that more intriguing…

On to another subject. “Do you enjoy giving a woman sexual pleasure, or do you prefer that she pleases you?”

“What is it with your fascination with women and me?” He huffs and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “If I must answer, and from the time I would have to spend elsewhere, I think I do, I would say that a woman giving me sexual pleasure is nothing like what you can imagine.”

“Have you ever bought or considered buying women’s lingerie for yourself?”

“I think lingerie on a woman or man could have its intended effects.” He shrugs.

“When you do that thing of yours, peeping on women in their own home, what do you find the most arousing? The fabric, scent, look etc. of their lingerie? The fact that the clothes were worn by females? Stealing someone’s personal belongings? Knowing you’re smart enough to get away with it? Or is it knowing the women are so close you could reach out and touch them?”

My heart beats a little faster. I know I’m getting nearer.

He raises his hands to settle down the questions and then gives a sly glance at Lea. He can’t quite figure out what she’s after, or if she’s just as excited at the prospect of discovering as he is. “Like I’ve said, women’s underthings could be used for either sex in a matter of various situations.” He leans forward and rests his forearms on the table, ignoring the clink of silver. “Have you ever felt the brush of silk against your skin and not shivered? Or the feel of lace scratching across your breast and not gone damp? Have you ever adorned another’s clothing and wondered if your parts are matching up as theirs were in the same cloth? If you haven’t, I tell you, you’re missing out.”

His sudden closeness, for the first time revealing a strong, manly face in the light, just about unbalances me. Not to mention his insinuations and the low, almost sweet tone of his voice. Damn him. The only way to escape his hold is to remind myself I’m the one asking the questions, not the other way around.

“Right. So what do you do with the lingerie you bring home? Wear them, sleep with them, or keep them in a special drawer?”

He tilts his head, considering her, wondering just what might have happened had he not been stopped. Brushing the thought aside he says, “Each treasure gifted to me was kept as obtained. Cherished as needed, and handled with care.”

I give a faint nod, measuring the poetry of his words. I shouldn’t be surprised. It has been proven; deviant minds can have a high level of perception and sensitivity and be acutely intelligent. It must be very lonely, though. “Do you have an accomplice? Have you ever told anyone about your lingerie fetishism?”

He shakes his head. “Mm hmm, right. No accomplice, but yes, my mother knew my preferences well. And no,” he says and lifts a hand, “I will not tell you more on that subject.”

I shrug. We can all easily imagine the things he’s not willing to tell. I glance at my notepad and underline the next question. “Do you consider yourself a normal person? Is there even such a thing as a ‘normal person?”

“I do think, Ms. Bronsen, you answered that question yourself, did you not?”

I may have, but I wanted him to develop that idea a little for me. Well, on to the next. “If you could have anything you wanted, right now, what would it be?”

“Freedom to be who I want to be.”

…But who exactly does he want to be? From the glow of perversion in his eyes, I’m not sure I should ask. Let’s try a different approach. “And how would you describe yourself with a few words?”

He tilts his head. “Interesting is about the only thing I would say.”

Hard to argue with that… I nod. “Okay, and lastly, what would be a life accomplishment for you?”

He eyes her over the table and fights the desire to stretch across and feel the skin of her neck under his palms. He answers truthfully, and from the heart. “Getting away with it.”

Aaaaah… I stare in awe, ignoring the crawling feel of his gleaming eyes on my skin. He did it. Gave me the punch line I was hoping for. “Thank you, um, mister…”

He leans back into the shadow again, his eyes the sole dots of luminosity in the dark corner. A tap on the open door behind me says my time is up. And so I’m up, on shaking legs and with my traitorous heart beating slightly out of tune.

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Review of Assist Me by Anais Morgan

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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed “Assist Me”. It was an easy read, well written, and with the perfect length for a commute — but if you don’t like people peeking over your shoulder, you might want to read it someplace more private: it was so erotic most of the time, and its sex scenes so graphic, it’d make a porn star blush.

The male character was one of the horniest and most handsome vampires I have met yet, and once the heroine, his new office assistant, came to terms with his arrogance, sadism, and lust for blood, I think she had every right to consider herself a lucky girl…!

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Review of Intimate Danger by D.C. Stone

I came across Intimate Danger at a time when I was looking for a new book to read. I wanted something fresh. Blood-boiling hot, fast-paced, tense to the point of deadly, yet with the drama-filled ups and downs of a growing romance. D.C. Stone’s story was the only one to fit the bill. I volunteered to critique it, but more as a reader – quickly becoming a fan – than a fellow writer able to be of any help.

Among a great cast of characters, we meet the tough, beautiful heroine struggling to put a painful past behind while building a career as a police Detective… assigned to her case, the secretive FBI agent with looks to die for – literally – and most suspicious behavior… and, setting the stage, a deliciously naughty, perfectly mental bad guy whose untamable needs just keep escalating. Who is who?

Know that if you choose to read Intimate Danger, be prepared to immerse in tensions of *all* kinds, sweating gallons for hours on end because you won’t be able to put it down. As for me, I’m still a devoted reader and fan of Ms Stone’s.

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Cover reveal: Intimate Danger by D.C. Stone!

You don’t want to miss this much-awaited book – coming out June 11th.

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When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.

A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her.

While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.

Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod

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Entangled Love by Cait Jarrod

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Entangled Love

A fresh start…

Emma James is on a mission to rebuild her life after the loss of her husband. When her childhood friend offers an innocent getaway to Santa Monica, she accepts thinking fun in the sun will be a great way to start fresh.

A man waiting for the right moment…

Retired professional skateboarder, Ryan Cross is a gorgeous, lovable, ladies’ man. With two skateboard parks and a fat bank account, he’s on top of his game. What could make him happier?

What looms?

Chaos and life-threatening obstacles.

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Chapter 1 first three pages:

A dark figure darted in front of Emma James’ watery vision. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. She slammed her foot on the brake. Skidding sideways, the car fishtailed into oncoming traffic. She screamed and controlled the wheel.

A tractor-trailer blasted its horn. The passing SUV driver stuck his hand out the window, and raised his middle finger, flipping her off, and maneuvered around her. Tires screeched and marred the road until she stopped. “Holy crap!” Her hand hit her chest. Dazed, she stared at the California highway, searching for the person amongst the palms and pavement, and attempted to control her erratic breathing, a metallic taste filling her mouth.

 Were they trying to kill themselves?

 On the side of the road under a palm tree, a figure cloaked in a long coat and hood, their face concealed, stood near a compact car. As if watching a slow motion movie, an arm stretched out and pointed a finger gun at her. A second later, the form climbed inside the vehicle and drove away.

 “What the shit is going on?” Her hands trembled on the steering wheel. She shifted her foot to the gas pedal and drove toward the party. Memories from a year ago blindsided her: the phone call from Ryan, the police arriving, and the dreadful news that brought her to her knees. Her husband’s death still hurt as much today as it had then.

 She shook herself, snapping to the present, and wiped away tears, then stretched to check her make-up in the rearview mirror. Today, a year after her husband’s death was the last day she would allow herself to mourn. She hit her palm against the steering wheel. “I will move past this.”

 Another wave of memories sliced through her like a knife. Her breathing hitched. “Dear God, make the pain go away,” she said and turned the wheel into her best girlfriend’s driveway.

 Rows of parked cars lined the front of the house. She inched past them toward the glowing lights and inevitable conversations yet to come.

 “Eric would not want you to sit home and wallow on the anniversary of his death,” Amy said into the phone this morning.

 “Someone murdered him,” she responded.

 “There’s no evidence,” Amy was quick to say. “Come on, the fundraiser will take your mind off of Eric, besides Ryan will be here.”

 By the end of the conversation, she agreed to attend the charity she helped plan, but her heart wasn’t in it. A bottle of wine and her sofa was where she wanted to spend the evening.

 Indistinct jazz music played from the yard heightening her already intense desire to run. She parked next to a red Mercedes, and closed her eyes.

 No, I need to do this.

 She swung open the car door. The previously muffled noise became clear with the saxophone booming, filling her with longing for Eric and their intimate dances.

Waterworks threatened to emerge. With a heavy heart, she leaned against the car and observed the sky. “Why?”

 “It’s not a question that can be answered. It is what it is.”

 Her eyes widened.

 Eric?

The deep baritone voice, comforting and gentle, gave her a sense of safety, security. She’d give a limb to fall into her husband’s arms again, for everything to be a horrible dream.

 She turned, searching and hoping against what she understood to be true.

Golden hair, instead of dark hair, fell over the tan skin on his forehead, and a grin stretched across his face. Not the man she wished back, but the one who stayed with her at every shitty turn life dished out.

He progressed toward her, a glass in his hand. His tone muscles flexed through the designer dress shirt and pants. Green eyes bored into hers. “Hello, love.”

 Six feet of gorgeous male and one of the best skateboarders in the country, worth millions, he had every woman in San Francisco and Santa Monica vying for his attention.

 “Ryan.”

 Warm lips touched her skin, his five o’clock shadow scraping her cheek. Years passed since a man other than Ryan had come this close. Her lids fluttered closed, enjoying his warmth before forcing them open. No. She shoved away her body’s desire for wanting such a dear friend. Depression made a person do strange things.

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Other books by Cait:

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