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She makes my pulse race.
From the moment I laid eyes on her in that ridiculous giraffe onesie, I knew this girl would rock my world.
Effa’s the lead singer of the world-famous rock band, Luminous.And I’m their new lighting tech, Kaden ‘Mercs’ Mercury.
Going on tour with an all-female rock band would be simple you’d think, but these girls aren’t an easy push-over.
All the while things back home are taking a turn for the worse, and I’m losing a battle of my own that might come back to bite me on the ass if I’m not careful. My only distraction from the ensuing chaos – a bubbly blonde lead singer, destined to brighten my life.
But with an all-male opening band, tensions are bound to run high when jealousy flares, and lines are blurred.
She sets my pulse racing, but am I enough to kickstart her heart?
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She wants to change the rules. He wants to play the role of protector. Together, Madison and Wyatt will gamble it all for love.
Despite her beauty and charm, Madison is single and a little lost in the bustle of Whiskey River. Declining a less-than-suitable offer from the town’s resident terror, Madison needs protection. Forget mail-order brides, she’s on a mission to discover a would-be husband.
Thousands of miles due east in New York City, debonair gambler Wyatt Nash is lucky in cards. He soon finds himself disenchanted by city life and those quick to accuse him of cheating. So, he decides to take off in search of happiness under the big open sky. What he finds will change his life forever.
Return to the wild frontier in the second installment of the ten-book series, Whiskey River Brides. Join Madison, Wyatt, and your favorite characters as they struggle to overcome loss, change, and discover the whispers of new love in this enchanting western world.
Indulge in a darkly decadent and sinfully sensual world. A world where vampires are real, rich and hungry, a world where Blood Courtesans satisfy all their needs. Come, let fangs slip into your throat and awaken you to a whole new life. A boxed set of BRAND NEW stories in this popular series.
Warning: This isn't your momma's vampire romance. It's not Twilight or the Shade, either. It's Blood Courtesans: Luxury, fast cars, adventure, whirlwind romance and cold, hard fangs.
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Revealed: Violet by Michelle Fox: My target is a vampire with a name fit for a Greek god--Zopyros Persopoulos—and he has the good looks to match. More importantly, he runs Datagenex, and it's his DNA database that will reveal why my blood kills vampires. I just need to get him alone and hack Datagenex's servers without falling into that smoldering gaze of his that makes me feel like I'm on fire. Posing as a blood courtesan is the perfect cover...right up until everything goes wrong.
Exposed: Zoe by Gwen Knight—My sister used to be a blood courtesan. Until they stuffed her full of drugs, drained her dry, and left her for dead. Asher promises he can help me bring justice to those responsible, but in exchange, I need to become his courtesan.
Compelled: Cerise by Rebecca Rivard—I'm the perfect assassin--pretty, professional, emotionless--but I want out. Just as I make plans to disappear, I'm forced to take one more job--go undercover as a blood courtesan and kill a gorgeous blond vampire. But it's a set up, and the only way out is to join forces with my target to find the real villain. The last thing I expect is to fall in love...
Eternity: Abigail by Tami Lund—When I was a blood courtesan, I fell for my vampire lover. He set me free and swore he'd stay away forever, because vampires and humans aren't meant to be together. But now I'm in trouble, and he's the only one who can save me.
Condemned: Bonnie by Julia Mills—It’s now or never - my brother is sentenced to hang for a crime he didn’t commit and it’s up to me to save him. My only hope is renowned attorney, Remy Newman and his price is nonnegotiable -my body and my blood. This is about survival, love or happily ever after or a white picket fence…or is it?
Sacrifice: Olivia by Kristen Strassel—The vampire clan turned me to save me from their enemy. But I'm not automatically a part of the coven--first, I must prove myself as a blood courtesan. I'm assigned to sexy Pierce, who never bought me at auction, but I'll win the ancient vampire's heart with the thing that speaks to him--blood.
Emboldened: Victoria by Ever Coming—Jasper came roaring into my life almost two decades ago when he rescued me from certain death. Now it’s my turn to save the sexy vampire. Only problem is, he doesn’t want my help.
Undone: Missie by Skye Jones— I hate rich people and vampires, so when I meet a drop dead handsome man that is both, I want to despise him. But I need his help and put my principals to one side. What starts out as a way of securing my freedom becomes so much more, and soon I'm in too deep mind, body, and soul.
Concealed: Lexi by Rosalie Redd—I must become a blood courtesan to pay for my life-saving treatments, and my first client is a vampire other courtesans fear. Gavin Morris's voice is sexy as sin, his touch smooth as silk, and his scent mouth-watering. All are enough to die for. I just hope that isn't my fate, literally.
Refrain: Neriza by Susan Griscom—One fateful night changed my life forever, leaving me parentless, penniless, and caring for my ailing sister. Luckily, I have something to barter with that not many people do, and the blood courtesans are very interested in me. My first client turns out to be the man of my dreams, the sexy-as-sin vampire rock star I've lusted after since I was a teen, but he wants nothing to do with me or what I have to offer--and making him accept me may be the only way for me to stay alive.
Relic: Cyra by TL Reeve—I never thought I would need a vampire. But, after my mom steals a priceless artifact from the New Orleans Coven, I become a pawn in their dirty game. In order to survive, I have to do the one thing I promised myself I'd never do.
I glanced down at the light golden carpet my toes dug into, the fire in my cheeks burning as if the sun scorched my face. No one had ever said that to me before. I’d dated a couple of guys over the years, but nothing ever came of them. They hadn’t exactly been what one would consider ideal boyfriend material. One left the day after our first date to join the Army and the other, well, I just never heard from him again after that first date.
“That embarrasses you?”
“No reason to be embarrassed.” He grabbed my hand and led me over to the bed. “Sit down.”
I did as he requested and he sat next to me. This was so strange. Was he just going to bite me and drink my blood without any sort of getting to know me? Things were happening too fast, but there was nothing I could do about it. Per our contract I was obligated to do whatever he wanted me to do.
“Forgive me if this all seems rushed. I don’t have time for formalities tonight. I haven’t fed in over a week and I have a lot of work to do.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck right where I knew my vein throbbed, thanks to my nerves. But he didn’t bite me.
“You smell divine. Like blackberries infused with a dark, red cabernet.”
I’d never been compared to a wine before. I let out a nervous giggle and braced myself for the sting his fangs would surely make, though I had no idea if it would hurt or not.
Instead of biting me, he curled his finger under my chin and turned my face toward his. His lips were thick and invitingly smooth and so close. He ran his tongue over them and then surprised me by skimming his lips over mine. With our gazes locked, he pressed his mouth to mine again, slanting his head and slipping his tongue through my slightly parted lips.
Shoving his hands into my hair, he clutched my head, holding me still while his tongue swept around my mouth, dancing with my own, dominating me, heating my blood, making me desperate for what I only vaguely understood.
I’d been kissed before, but never like this, not the way his tongue stroked mine as if he needed me, as if he couldn’t get enough. He tasted of cinnamon and red wine. The lust inside me boiled hot, thick and intoxicating. My body temperature rose and I was pretty sure I might combust at any minute. My thighs clenched as he made some sort of sexy growling noise. My arms rose up his back and my fingernails raked back down his naked flesh, skimming over the firm and smooth texture.
I forgot about worrying that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t need to know, everything came as a natural and urgent need. I wanted to be touched everywhere by this man and when his firm warm hand slipped inside the neckline of my dress and cupped my breast, I arched into it. My breath hitched when his fingers squeezed my nipple. Arousal prickled my skin and a slow, hot tingle spurred between my legs.
I wanted to be devoured by him.
Lyric Rivers was everything I’d ever imagined him to be. A heated throb gathered between my thighs. When his other hand slipped up my thigh and squeezed my ass I held my breath. No, I actually couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t wearing panties and now he knew it.
Then, almost as quickly as he started kissing me, he stopped. So abruptly I teetered backwards and had to catch myself with my hands on his shoulders as he stared into my eyes. Was he about to compel me? I didn’t need to be compelled. I wanted him all on my own.
Lauren Dalton has always dreamed of running the great race, but as someone with no experience and no dogs, few are willing to take her seriously as a musher. Desperate for a big break, she agrees to take on the job no one else is willing to do.
Shane Ramsey’s reputation says all anyone needs to know. He’s an amazing racer, but a terrible person. When an injury leaves him unable to work his dogs, he must swallow his pride and accept help for the sake of his team.
Will Shane open his home and his heart to the young woman who already shares his greatest love? Will Lauren find her place in helping the cantankerous Shane?
Harkening to the great literary traditions of Jane Eyre and Beauty and the Beast, Let There Be Love is a new twist on the most epic of love stories. Don’t miss the chance to lose your heart to a courageous team of sled dogs and the humans that love them in this tale set against the breathtaking backdrop of the Alaskan wilderness.
This book is a rerelease of the previously titled, “Captive of Chance”.
Captain Jacques “Le Chanceux” (The Lucky) Tavernier is a pirate. He is not the bastard son of a wealthy duke, or some tortured hero in disguise on a noble quest. He is a pirate. He does and takes what he wants... and he wants Isabelle.
Isabelle is getting very tired of not controlling her own fate. First, her father ships her off to England to marry some decrepit lord, and now pirates have attacked the ship and taken her captive. No longer willing to be biddable and obedient, Isabelle decides to fight the pirate captain at every turn, even when his forceful seduction and creative punishments give as much pleasure as pain.
The fate of Isabelle’s companion, Marina, is no better. Claimed by not one but two pirates to be used for their own dark pleasure.
Isabelle is playing a dangerous game. Denying a pirate something he wants is never a good idea, especially when that pirate is powerful, handsome and determined to bend you to his will. Will Isabelle’s pirate captor become her master, or will she capture his heart?
The alarm bell startled the two women out of a deep, if not restful, sleep. Sitting up in their cots, they looked about the small cramped cabin in confusion.
“What could it be, miss?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea, but there is only one way to find out.”
Isabelle grabbed her dressing gown from the end of the cot and swung it over her shoulders as she approached the cabin door. She felt a tug on her nightgown and looked to see her companion, Marina, holding tight.
“Don’t do it, miss. Let’s just stay here till the captain comes.”
Pulling the fabric free, Isabelle continued to the door. “Posh! If there is something truly going on, we cannot wait for that old blowhard to come and let us know!”
Isabelle, well to be correct, Esmerelda Leonor Isabelle Catalina de Recalde el Rojo, did not cower easily. Perhaps it was her father’s Spanish blood or even her mother’s English courage. One thing was certain, she did not possess the gentile temperament of the typical female or the patience, for that matter.
Releasing the latch, she threw open the door to a chaotic scene.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Seaman were scrambling about in various states of undress while the cabin boy, who had been bringing them their meals during the long voyage, vigorously rang the sleep depriving bell.
“All hands! All hands on deck! Captain’s orders!” he shouted over and over again.
“You there. Boy! Boy!” shouted Isabelle. “Yes, you!” she clarified when he gave her a confused look as if surprised to see a partially dressed woman addressing him. “What is going on?”
“Pirates! There are pirates! We’re about to be attacked! Best get back inside and bar the door,” said the boy impatiently as he went back to his duty.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Isabelle quickly shut the door, threw the latch and turned and braced her back against it for good measure.
“Oh lord! Oh lord! Oh lord!” wailed Marina. She had signed on as companion to the fancy lady for a bit of adventure and fun. True she was hoping to catch the eye of some strapping young seaman because what was adventure without a lusty man by your side, but she did not sign up for pirates!
“Stop that nonsense, Marina! I need to think,” groused Isabelle. Then feeling poorly for shouting at her frightened companion, she crossed the cabin and gave her a quick hug.
“We cannot panic. The captain may be a slovenly man, but he runs a good merchant ship. I’m sure they are prepared and have fought off, well, hundreds of pirate attacks with great success.” Isabelle said with a false sense of confidence.
“Do you really think so, miss?” asked Marina, her eyes filled with hope and fear.
No. “Why of course, I think so!” she said with authority. “Now help me out of my nightgown and into my corset and dress. If we are to be attacked, I don’t want them finding me in my skivy!”
Marina went to do as she was bid while Isabelle was left to ponder for a moment the real possibility of being taken captive by pirates. Her father was a wealthy Spanish noble. Ransom would not be an issue. She could provide the pirates with plenty of gold and jewels, but was that all they would ask of her? She shuddered at the thought.
How bitterly ironic, Isabelle thought. When she set out on this journey, her every thought was how very much she did not want to reach her destination. Fate was cruel. Isabelle had been forced by her parents to leave her beloved warm and sunny Azores islands to travel to cold and dank England to become the betrothed of some stodgy, old English lord. Even the painted miniature he had sent with his marriage proposal showed a thin hairline and at least two chins. One had to assume the painter was being judiciously kind, and in actuality her betrothed had even less hair and probably one or two additional chins!
She had begged, pleaded, stormed and stomped but to no avail. Her parents were stalwart. She would marry the English lord and secure an English title for the family. Her parents also felt Isabelle’s upbringing on the somewhat remote colony island was leading to “unladylike” behavior as her mother put it. They were sending her back to the continent not a moment too soon in their minds.
So it was Isabelle, who found herself alone with only a hired companion for company on a merchant vessel bound for England. In the hold were trunks of silks, jewels and gold. Her dowry. Her father had chosen the well-armed vessel to carry his precious cargo. The galleon had at least fifteen guns. But would it be a match for a pirate ship?
“Not that one, Marina,” said Isabelle when a satin walking dress was pulled out of their trunks. “The heavy worsted wool one.”
“The worsted wool one!” shouted Isabelle.
The noise and clamor all around them was getting louder. Above their heads they could hear the pounding of boots and the screeching scrape of wood on metal as the thirty-six pound long guns were rolled towards the gun ports. Indistinct shouts and curses filtered through the wooden beamed ceiling of their cabin. Even without hearing the words, both women could tell from the excited tenor of the shouts, the seamen were scared.
“Hurry, Marina! Hurry!” urged Isabelle.
When both women were dressed in their warmest gowns, they sat on the cot and waited and listened. All the harried activity had suddenly stopped. There was a strange, tense calm.
BOOM! Silence. BOOM!
The women screamed and held their hands over their ears as the whole ship shook and rattled as each long gun was fired. Dust and debris were shaken loose from the ceiling and fell down on them like rain. Marina clutched desperately at the lapels of Isabelle’s dress. Isabelle held the frightened woman tightly to her side. Rubbing a soothing hand down her back, she said, “The sound of the guns is a good thing. I’ll bet they are sending those nasty pirates scattering away.”
Marina raised her head off Isabelle’s shoulder and gave her a look filled with doubt. Isabelle’s attempt to soothe and calm had fallen short. Unfortunately, even she didn’t believe her words anymore.
Her inherent lack of patience came to the fore. Isabelle jumped up and grabbed Marina’s hand. “Come. We cannot stay here like two geese for the slaughter!”
“But where are we to go? It must be safer in the cabin!” complained Marina.
“If they take the ship, they will search the cabins and the hold for treasure. We must find a place to hide where they will not think to look. Hopefully, none of the seamen will betray there are women on board. Now come on!” shouted Isabelle as she forcibly dragged a trembling Marina out the cabin door.
The passageway was strangely quiet compared to the chaos moments before. All the men were above deck fighting off the attack. Isabelle continued to drag Marina down the passageway where they came to a steep wooden ladder leading down to the hold. “This way. Mind your skirts,” ordered Isabelle as she awkwardly descended the ladder. Reaching the wooden floor beneath, she helped Marina on the last few rungs. Taking a look around the dimly lit interior, Isabelle saw the entire space stacked with crates, provisions for the voyage, and trunks. Somewhere in this mess was her dowry trunk, she thought queerly.
“This should be a good hiding place,” offered Marina as she took in all the dark nooks and crannies.
“Usually I would agree, but they will probably come straight to the hold to see what cargo the vessel is carrying. We would be found out. No,” said Isabelle, “we have to go further. Somewhere they won’t think to look.”
Isabelle tried to calm herself and think back to all those boring dinners in the officer’s quarters she had suffered through the past few weeks. They often talked about the ship.
“The bilge!” said Isabelle. “We need to head to the bilge.”
“The bilge? That sounds awful!” whined Marina.
“If what I remember from the officer’s comments, I’m afraid it is going to smell even worse.” groaned Isabelle.
They stumbled and groped their way through the hold, making their way to the back and the side of the ship.
“The bilge is the lowest part of the ship and quite nasty with water and such. There will be no reason for the pirates to go there,” explained Isabelle as she tried not to breathe through her nose the closer they got.
Leaning against the side of the ship, she gingerly stepped into the cold, foul smelling water and lowered herself into a crouch. Pulling Marina down by her side, once again they waited and listened. The sounds of battle were muffled from their low perch. They could better hear the lapping of the waves against the side of the ship. After what seemed liked hours, even the faint sounds of gunfire died out. As much as they were praying for the roaring sounds to cease, the silence was worse. Much worse.
The women were left to wonder what was happening far above them. Had they won? Isabelle cursed her current fate under her breath.
* * *
“You have lost, Captain, but have good cheer. By surrendering, you have saved the lives of, well, what’s left of your valiant crew,” said the pirate captain sardonically as he stood over the prostrate merchant ship’s captain.
“I’ll see you hanged for this!” ground out the man.
The pirate captain sighed. Turning to his first mate, he said, “Why do they always say that? After I was being so pleasant.”
“They don’t always say it. The last bloke said he would see you drawn and quartered,” answered the first mate helpfully.
“That is true. And that puff piece of a captain before that did say he wanted my head on a pike,” offered the pirate captain with amusement. “But on the whole, I’d say I get threatened with ol’ Jack Ketch the most.”
“Fairly put,” said the first mate.
The two men made a striking pair.
The pirate captain stood well over six feet with broad shoulders emphasized all the more by his narrow hips and wide-legged stance. His swarthy complexion from years spent at sea and shoulder-length jet-black hair gave him a sinister air. The malevolent appearance was helped by the leather brace that held no fewer than five loaded pistols. Attired in unrelenting black, with shiny black knee high boots and a long, black oilskin coat, it was no wonder hardy seamen trembled at his approach.
He was Captain Jacques Tavernier “Le Chanceux”, The Lucky. Named so for the countless attacks he had survived without so much as a scratch. He was legendary among his men and beyond. Called Captain by his men and Chance by his friends, of which there was only one, his first mate Drake.
Drake stood only an inch shorter than his captain. His almost white blond hair a stark contrast. Although it would be a deadly mistake to assume Drake was any less formidable. Standing by his captain’s side since they were two young bilge rats swabbing the deck of an English navy ship, he was fiercely loyal and just as fierce in battle.
Chance placed his cutlass under the chin of the merchant vessel’s captain, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Now, good sir, why don’t you tell me about the cargo you are about to gift to me for sparing your life.”
“Go to the devil,” spat out the merchant captain.
“Tsk, tsk. Such manners,” admonished Chance before leaning down on his haunches and whispering in a low and threatening voice, “Bravado such as that gets a man killed. So unless you want me to slit your ungrateful throat from ear to ear and add your blood to this deck, I suggest you speak with more respect, vous comprenez?”
The merchant captain nodded his head slightly, not wishing to cut himself on the razor sharp cutlass that was still wedged against his throat.
“Bien! So let’s try this again. What nice trinkets can we expect from your hold?” asked Chance.
“We stopped in the Americas before the islands. I carry tobacco, sugar and cotton. There is also a dowry chest full of gold and silks. It is yours if you leave my ship and crew unharmed,” stammered out the merchant captain.
“It already is mine,” laughed Chance before turning to his first mate. “Drake, be so good as to direct the crew to empty the hold of our bounty. Leave enough food provisions to get the merchant crew to the nearest port,” ordered Chance. While having a bloodthirsty reputation during an attack, Chance was known for his benevolence once a ship surrendered… as long as they cooperated.
“Yes, Captain,” responded Drake sharply before ordering some deck hands to help him below in the hold.
Turning back to the anxious merchant captain, Chance asked in a calm tone that belied the question, “Now, Captain, shall we discuss the woman you have hidden on board? The one who belongs to the dowry chest?” he helpfully provided when it looked like the merchant captain was about to deny it.
It was too late. The merchant captain realized his terrible error. Not being one to protect a woman over his own hide, he willingly told the pirate captain all he wanted to know about his beautiful passenger.
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It's just another day at the office for Washington Metro Police lieutenant Sam Holland when a body surfaces off the shores of the Anacostia River. But before Sam can sink her teeth into the new case, Secret Service agents seize her from the crime scene.
A threat has been made against her family, but nobody will tell her anything—including the whereabouts of her husband, Vice President Nick Cappuano. This isn't the first time the couple's lives have been at risk, but when a bombshell from Sam's past returns to haunt her, she can't help but wonder if there's a connection.
With a ruthless killer out for vengeance, and Nick struggling to maintain his reputation after secrets from his own past are revealed, Sam works to tie the threat to a murder that can't possibly be a coincidence. And she has to get it done before her husband's career is irrevocably damaged…
I have to say one I received and ARC of Fatal Threat from the author in exchange for an honest review. This is an HONEST REVIEW! When I read this book I didn't realize it was the last adventure of Sam and Nick. Sam is a Lieutenant on the police force and Nick is the Vice President of the USA. So by the time I finished this awesome book I had to go and get the prequel of the whole series on how Sam and Nick met. Then I got the box set books 1-3. Well I tell you started with Fatal Threat I have had sleepless nights cause I stayed up reading cause I could not put it down. Sam is a wonderful woman who you could connect with and Nick is one heck of a guy and every girls dream. They are perfect together. They have flaws and stuff but they are the best. My favorite couple ever. Now for me not knowing the back story to the book I was pleased with the story line a lot was answered for me cause Marie is so great and reviewing a little bit of the past in each book I have found out after I went back to read the others. She made me want to know more. I mean an action cop who is also the second lady of the USA. The threat is one you don't know much about at first but then you learn what is it. Then you start to wonder who is the one doing it. Then you start to guess and I have to say when I found out I was BLOWN AWAY!! SHOCKED!! UNEXPECTED!! 5 stars is NOT enough stars for this book or the whole series. This was the first book I read by the author and she got me hooked just by reading her latest Fatal Threat. BRAVO MARIE FORCE!! YOU HAVE A NEW FAN!!
Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of 60 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold 6 million copies worldwide!
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.
2013 Break Out Author by Young Adult & Teen Readers
2013 Book of the Year (Hidden Wings)
Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and recently moved with her husband and children to Alaska.
She's a daydreamer and a caffeine and peppermint addict who loves to laugh, loves to read, and loves to escape reality. One of her greatest joys is creating fantasy worlds filled with adventure and romance and sharing it with others.
One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe and ride away on her magical unicorn. Until then...she'll keep writing!