Cover Reveal: Double Tap by Lani Lynn Vale

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Double Tap (Code-11, KPD SWAT #2)

Publication Date: June 4th, 2015

Genre: M/F, Romantic Suspense

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Nico met the love of his life when he was seventeen.

Immediately, he realizes that the gap in their ages is too significant to make a move on her until she’s legal in the eyes of the law. So he joins the United States Navy, killing time until he can come home to her again.

But a tragedy strikes while Georgia is alone and vulnerable, and with no other recourse, Georgia leaves, disappearing without a trace.

After months of searching, he finds her, but quickly realizes that she needs the time to herself to work out her problems on her own.

So he leaves her be, knowing that if she ever felt anything for him, she’d come back home to him.

But it takes her years to return, and in those years, Nico changes, too.

He’s seen too much. Done too much. Lost too much.

He lives his life as a SWAT officer for KPD, goes through the motions of everyday life, but only as half a man. And not even the good half. The US military saw to that.

When the two finally come back together, one question remains. Will she love him as the man he is now, or leave him because he’s not the same man he used to be?

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I spotted her the moment I topped the hill.

She was wearing jeans.  Skin tight jeans that made my heart skip a beat.

She looked exactly like I remembered her.

Long legs that went on forever, small dainty hands.  She was around five eight, and had a killer ass.  Her hair was the only thing different.

It used to be long and brown, down to her waist.

It was the same beautiful brown color on top, yet now there was a barrage of colors added to the layer underneath the top brown layer.  It was shorter, as well.  Short.  As in to her shoulders, short.

In fact, it really did it for me.

I made sure to scruff my boots on the gravel to let her know I was behind her, and she froze, turning slowly.

Her face was exactly like I remembered it.

A smattering of freckles still covered her nose and cheeks, and her beautiful lips were still round and full.

And God, her eyes were to die for.

Crystal fucking blue.

She was gorgeous.

Those gorgeous baby blues widened when she saw me, but it didn’t take her long and she was running.

I widened my stance and caught her as she launched herself into my arms.

She was my world eight years ago, and now, it felt exactly the same.  I wanted her so bad it hurt.

Wrapping my arms around her, I buried my nose into the crease of her neck.

“Nicolas,” she breathed into my neck.

She smelled like the sun, and felt perfect in my arms.  Like she was always meant to be there.

Eight years ago, I’d made the first move.  Letting her know that I was interested.

I’d waited too long, though.

I should’ve done it earlier, but I was worried about propriety.

I worried that she’d been too young, that I should wait until she was graduated.

Maybe if I’d made my move earlier, she’d have stayed.

But I didn’t, and she’d disappeared.

Then I’d gotten deployed, and we’d lived on the occasional letter to keep in touch.

My favorite letter, the one that’d saved me.  The one that was the first thing I’d read after the death of nearly my whole unit, I still carried with me to this day.

It was nothing special.  Just a short one from Georgia telling me she’d taught a boy, in a park she ran at, how to do a sliding tackle.  But it’d been the words at the end of the letter that had pulled me out of whatever zone I’d been in.

Three simple words:  I need you.

The letters had gotten me through a lot of years and a lot of scary days.

She probably didn’t realize it, but she saved my life.

“Georgia.” My roughened voice croaked.  “I’ve missed the hell out of you.”

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I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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Blog Tour: Center Mass By Lani Lynn Vale

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Center Mass (Code-11, KDP SWAT #1)

Genre: M/F, Romantic Suspense

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Luke Roberts came to the small lazy town of Kilgore, Texas with one thing on his mind: Forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn’t like the fact that he had a child. It was something he’d been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses, and made him feel again.

Reese Doherty was just trying to do the best for her little girl. So she moved to the little boomtown nearly an hour from where she grew up to be the school nurse for Kilgore’s littlest people. That’s where she met him. The SWAT officer and the man that would change her life forever. The sexy man who liked to drive fast, and live life like it should be lived. He drove her crazy, and became something she could barely live without.

But Luke was a hero. A man used to risking his life to make the world a safer place. Something Reese had to decide whether she could handle or not. Preferably before her and her daughter became too attached.

Just when she’s ready to give him her whole heart, her world takes a huge hit, and everything she thought she knew wasn’t as it seemed.

Luke wasn’t a quitter, though. Damn far from it, and he’d prove to her that he’d be there when the dust settled. Whether she wanted him to be or not.

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She sat back in her chair, a smile on her face. “So you used her for sex?”

I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I said.”

“Oh?” She asked. “Then what did you mean?”

“It means that I was having fun. She was an amusement, one that might have turned into something more in time, but wore out her welcome when she told me she didn’t like my child,” I said coldly.

I wouldn’t have said it as coldly if I hadn’t seen Lydia stand up in the mirror above Reese’s head. Just having her anywhere near me set my skin to crawling. Just as it’d done when I’d left her.

I saw her flinch and turn around, as did Reese, who gave me a sympathetic look.

“You’ve got this twitch…right above your eye,” she said, a grin playing at the corner of her lip. “I think I really like you. I didn’t think anyone could be as mean as I could.”

“Are you done yet, or are you just going to play with that straw with your talented tongue some more?” I asked, exasperated.

She winked.

“What,” she asked, licking the straw completely before sucking it into her mouth. “Does this bother you?”

She was playing with fire.

“You know,” I said, standing slowly. “I’ve had one hell of a week. I’m running on fumes, and you’re getting really close to pushing my last button.”

She stood too, taking the half eaten milkshake with her.

“And what button’s that?” She asked over her shoulder.

I took in the view of her backside. The tight black pants that molded to her ass perfectly. Her long hair that just brushed the top of her butt… just begging for me to sink my fingers into it. A handhold I could pull while I fucked her hard from behind.

“I’m not an easy man.” I said softly behind her. “I’m rough. I have a kid. My job’s demanding and I won’t be able to devote a lot of time to you.”

She snorted. “I’m not an easy woman. I’m emotional. I have baggage. I’m loud. My kid requires a lot of my attention. And I PMS once a month.”

In one swift move, I pinned her up against the side of my cruiser.

Her body went limp, and her fingers went to my shirt, clutching it in her fists.

My mouth slammed down on hers. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out into the kiss.

She tasted like vanilla ice cream.

Soft and smooth, and oh, so sweet.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said against her lips. “When I get you into my bed, I won’t let you up for air for weeks.”

She grinned, pulling in the air I’d just exhaled before saying, “We have kids. You’ve got until ten A.M. Tops.”

I leaned forward. “That’s enough time…for now.”

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Center Mass was amazing!

Luke is the kind of man you would want in your corner because OMG. He was in the Marines, on the police force, he is very honorable and he’s a great father. He knows what he wants in life and he wants Reese.

Reese loves her daughter and will do anything to protect her, so when her ex comes back in the picture, she doesn’t know how she can stop him from seeing Rowan. Life had been going well for Reese. Her and Luke were dating and they were happy. Reese is also the girl next door, down to earth and can cuss with the best of them.

Now the real kicker is someone wants both Luke and Reese dead. I mean in a bad way.

Center Mass was just the right pace, not too fast and not too slow, just the way I like it. I loved how they interacted with each other and their kids. And Luke’s team, OMG. They were just awesome sauce all wrapped up in hot damn!

Center Mass doesn’t go down the route of the expected because there are a few twist that had me, like damn, it wasn’t them?

I can’t wait to read Nico’s story!

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Release Day Launch: Center Mass By Lani Lynn Vale

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Center Mass (Code-11, KDP SWAT #1)

Genre: M/F, Romantic Suspense

Synopsis:

Luke Roberts came to the small lazy town of Kilgore, Texas with one thing on his mind: Forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn’t like the fact that he had a child. It was something he’d been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses, and made him feel again.

Reese Doherty was just trying to do the best for her little girl. So she moved to the little boomtown nearly an hour from where she grew up to be the school nurse for Kilgore’s littlest people. That’s where she met him. The SWAT officer and the man that would change her life forever. The sexy man who liked to drive fast, and live life like it should be lived. He drove her crazy, and became something she could barely live without.

But Luke was a hero. A man used to risking his life to make the world a safer place. Something Reese had to decide whether she could handle or not. Preferably before her and her daughter became too attached.

Just when she’s ready to give him her whole heart, her world takes a huge hit, and everything she thought she knew wasn’t as it seemed.

Luke wasn’t a quitter, though. Damn far from it, and he’d prove to her that he’d be there when the dust settled. Whether she wanted him to be or not.

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The next day I found myself at the movie theater with a room full of screaming children excited to see the newest Disney movie.

I wasn’t a fan of animated movies.

I also wasn’t a fan of theaters.

But I’d do just about anything for my daughter, even sit in a theater with kids who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

Didn’t these parents know how to tell their kids to be quiet?

Surely they wouldn’t let them do that throughout the entire movie…right?

But when thirty minutes went by and the couple in front of us continued to let their kids fight and run around the entire fucking theater, I was about out of tolerance.

I hadn’t realized that anybody could be so rude.

I’d just about made my mind up to say something when a big man, two rows in front of us, stood and walked down the aisle.

He walked calmly up the main row; I thought that he was just going to the restroom, but he stopped on the row that the parents were busy playing on their phones.

Sounds and all.

“’Scuse me,” a familiar voice rumbled.

The cop.

What was his name? Luke?

Yeah, that was it. Luke Roberts.

He had to be seeing the movie with his daughter, because why the hell else would a man like him be watching a Disney movie?

“Sir, ma’am. I’m going to have to ask you to make your children behave, or I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Luke said softly.

I wanted to stand up and applaud. Would that be rude?

Rowen didn’t even notice, being on the other side of me. She was enraptured with the fat blobby robot on the screen, not bothered in the least by the kids, nor the man.

Turning my face away from my child, I watched as the asshole father stood up, bowing up his chest.

The man was big, I’ll give him that. But he wasn’t the same caliber as Luke.

The two were like night and day.

Where Luke was fit, the man was large. Where Luke was intimidating and authoritative, the man came off as a jerk who used his size to get his way.

A particularly bright part in the movie lit the theater, showing me Luke’s amusement at the man’s show of attempted intimidation.

When the man got up and got face to face with Luke, I turned in my seat more fully to get the full effect, tossing a piece of popcorn into my mouth in excitement.

Now this was what I was talking about. I was an action kind of girl. I didn’t like movies where there was nothing exploding and no shirtless guys.

Now the scene in front of me I knew wasn’t going to escalate much past raised voices, but it was better than nothing.

“Listen here, boy. I’ll have you know that I paid for my tickets just like the rest of these folks. I want to sit here and enjoy the movie,” the man yelled.

“You want to enjoy the movie? How about you tell those,” he pointed to the kids. “To sit down.”

The man’s two fighting kids slipped in between the seat and Luke’s legs.

Then Luke lost his patience. “Sit.”

They followed direction instantly, sitting down and staring at the movie with quivering chins.

It was as if that was the first time they’d ever heard a reprimand before; although, it probably was.

The mother stood in outrage, but Luke’s glare had her quickly sitting down.

Which caused me to snicker, making Luke’s eyes turn toward me.

His glare showed me he wasn’t as amused as I was, but he winked at me, eyes flicking down to Rowen before he turned back to the man in front of him.

Who was absolutely livid.

“I’m going to call the cops on you,” the man snarled.

Luke’s lips tilted up into a slow grin. “Go on, make my day.”

Turns out that the man didn’t have to, because in the next moment the show was stopped, the lights turned on, and two cops came striding down the theater’s main aisle.

They were in uniform.

Just not the standard black uniform with yellow writing that most cops wore. These men wore black cargo-type pants, a black shirt with KPD on it in large yellow letters.

Large gun belts were strapped around their waists. They had a walkie talkie that was strapped on to the belt that had a wire connected to a hand held device that clipped to their shoulders.

Their badges, worn around their necks, were big, gold, and shiny.

The taller of the two was a red head.

Big and brawny.

I bet he could pull off a kilt very nicely. I could visualize him perfectly playing a bag pipe and his kilt floating up to reveal his nicely muscled ass.

He had a beard, as did the other man. Must be a thing, because now that I thought about it, Luke did, too.

The other man was Mexican American. He was tall, but only about six foot or so. His eyes were dark, taking in the theater in a quick efficient way that only someone that was experienced would.

I’d found that since I’d started being in the presence of my sister’s boyfriend’s motorcycle club, The Dixie Wardens, that all of those men took in a room much the same way.

Most of them had military backgrounds, and quite a few were cops. There was just a certain aura about them that fairly screamed ‘Cop!’

They passed my row, both of them looking at me before dismissing me completely, eyes on the scene in front of us.

“Well, the police are here,” Luke drawled. “What now?”

By now the man had the attention of the entire theater, instead of the back four rows, and you could tell he was losing steam.

He knew he was in the wrong.

“It’s time to go, woman. We’re getting our money back for this shit. Fucking cocksuckers,” the man growled, grabbing his wife’s arm and forcing her to stand.

The kids followed nicely, slipping out of the theater as quickly as they could manage.

“Downy, follow them to make sure they actually leave without causing any more trouble,” Luke sighed.

I blinked in surprise.

“What an asshole. He ruined my movie,” Rowen exclaimed, drawing the attention of Luke and the other officer.

My eyes closed, and my face heated. “Goddamn Tru. I’m going to kick her ass.”

I said it softly, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that both men had heard, somehow.

What, did they have super hearing as well?

Luke smiled.

Busted!

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Cover Reveal: Center Mass By Lani Lynn Vale

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Center Mass (Code-11, KDP SWAT #1)

Publication Date: May 1st, 2015

Genre: M/F, Romantic Suspense

Synopsis:

Luke Roberts came to the small lazy town of Kilgore, Texas with one thing on his mind: Forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn’t like the fact that he had a child. It was something he’d been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses, and made him feel again.

Reese Doherty was just trying to do the best for her little girl. So she moved to the little boomtown nearly an hour from where she grew up to be the school nurse for Kilgore’s littlest people. That’s where she met him. The SWAT officer and the man that would change her life forever. The sexy man who liked to drive fast, and live life like it should be lived. He drove her crazy, and became something she could barely live without.

But Luke was a hero. A man used to risking his life to make the world a safer place. Something Reese had to decide whether she could handle or not. Preferably before her and her daughter became too attached.

Just when she’s ready to give him her whole heart, her world takes a huge hit, and everything she thought she knew wasn’t as it seemed.

Luke wasn’t a quitter, though. Damn far from it, and he’d prove to her that he’d be there when the dust settled. Whether she wanted him to be or not.

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The next day I found myself at the movie theater with a room full of screaming children excited to see the newest Disney movie.

I wasn’t a fan of animated movies.

I also wasn’t a fan of theaters.

But I’d do just about anything for my daughter, even sit in a theater with kids who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

Didn’t these parents know how to tell their kids to be quiet?

Surely they wouldn’t let them do that throughout the entire movie…right?

But when thirty minutes went by and the couple in front of us continued to let their kids fight and run around the entire fucking theater, I was about out of tolerance.

I hadn’t realized that anybody could be so rude.

I’d just about made my mind up to say something when a big man, two rows in front of us, stood and walked down the aisle.

He walked calmly up the main row; I thought that he was just going to the restroom, but he stopped on the row that the parents were busy playing on their phones.

Sounds and all.

“’Scuse me,” a familiar voice rumbled.

The cop.

What was his name?  Luke?

Yeah, that was it.  Luke Roberts.

He had to be seeing the movie with his daughter, because why the hell else would a man like him be watching a Disney movie?

“Sir, ma’am.  I’m going to have to ask you to make your children behave, or I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Luke said softly.

I wanted to stand up and applaud.  Would that be rude?

Rowen didn’t even notice, being on the other side of me.  She was enraptured with the fat blobby robot on the screen, not bothered in the least by the kids, nor the man.

Turning my face away from my child, I watched as the asshole father stood up, bowing up his chest.

The man was big, I’ll give him that.  But he wasn’t the same caliber as Luke.

The two were like night and day.

Where Luke was fit, the man was large.  Where Luke was intimidating and authoritative, the man came off as a jerk who used his size to get his way.

A particularly bright part in the movie lit the theater, showing me Luke’s amusement at the man’s show of attempted intimidation.

When the man got up and got face to face with Luke, I turned in my seat more fully to get the full effect, tossing a piece of popcorn into my mouth in excitement.

Now this was what I was talking about.  I was an action kind of girl.  I didn’t like movies where there was nothing exploding and no shirtless guys.

Now the scene in front of me I knew wasn’t going to escalate much past raised voices, but it was better than nothing.

“Listen here, boy. I’ll have you know that I paid for my tickets just like the rest of these folks.  I want to sit here and enjoy the movie,” the man yelled.

“You want to enjoy the movie?  How about you tell those,” he pointed to the kids.  “To sit down.”

The man’s two fighting kids slipped in between the seat and Luke’s legs.

Then Luke lost his patience.  “Sit.”

They followed direction instantly, sitting down and staring at the movie with quivering chins.

It was as if that was the first time they’d ever heard a reprimand before; although, it probably was.

The mother stood in outrage, but Luke’s glare had her quickly sitting down.

Which caused me to snicker, making Luke’s eyes turn toward me.

His glare showed me he wasn’t as amused as I was, but he winked at me, eyes flicking down to Rowen before he turned back to the man in front of him.

Who was absolutely livid.

“I’m going to call the cops on you,” the man snarled.

Luke’s lips tilted up into a slow grin.  “Go on, make my day.”

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I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.

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Cover Reveal: Tricking Chase by Jessie G.

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Tricking Chase (Devil Pride MC #1)

Publication Date: May 8th, 2015

Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance, Suspense

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As Sergeant At Arms for Devils Pride MC, Tyler “Trick” Malone’s take no prisoners reputation make him one of the most feared and respected members of the club. Unbeknownst to the MC, Trick indulges his most dangerous secret, traveling out of state twice a year to trade his cut for the whip he expertly wields at a gay dungeon.

Trick’s well organized life takes a turn when he saves bar back, and terrified submissive, Chase Ward in a Georgia dungeon. With his protector and dungeon owner dead, Chase is no longer safe in the place he once called home. With the new dungeon owners circling like sharks, he desperately begs for sanctuary in the arms of his savior.

A year later, the MC is still none the wiser that Trick’s houseboy is anything more than a grateful servant. Chase knows, if the club finds out their secret, they will kill Trick—the man he’s come to rely on for everything from the food he eats to the pleasure he feels to the security he craves. Even when gratitude turns to love, Chase never expects reciprocation from his ruthless Master. After all, the only way for them to survive is if Trick remains the heartless bastard the MC knows.

Trick is positive he has it under control and having Chase around has definitely made his life easier. There doesn’t seem to be any harm in letting Chase take a part-time job at Velvet Ropes, especially after meeting privately with the owners. That is until a bomb explodes at the club, leaving Chase fighting for his life and forcing Trick to face his long hidden feelings.

Even if Chase survives, that bomb has done more than rock the foundation of the popular leather club. It’s blown Trick and Chase’s well-guarded secret out of hiding, putting their lifestyle and their lives at risk. Now there is only one thing Trick needs to do before the club gets them and that’s to get revenge on the person who dared to hurt his precious boy.

Authors Note: Tricking Chase is a direct spin-off of The Protector, which is book 3 in my Sizzling Miami series. Though I tried to provide enough details that it isn’t necessary to have read that book, I cannot really call this a standalone. Tricking Chase contains an established D/s relationship, hot guys on motorcycles, an undercover DEA agent named Snake and a few visits from fan favorite Sizzling Miami characters.

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The fact that Ty found Chase’s worry endearing was a glaring reminder that he was still thinking with his dick a year later. It was irrelevant that he warned Chase how dangerous staying with him would be. The boy had nowhere else to go and was riding high on hero worship and multiple orgasms. Not doing more to push Chase away was the only regret he had in life. Regretting it didn’t change anything he’d done after. In the end, nothing else mattered except seeing his collar around that slender neck and losing himself in Chase’s willing submission.

“Five minutes,” Ty agreed. Chase didn’t need further clarification. His boy scrambled up and Ty barely had time to brace before Chase was wrapped around him. Embracing didn’t come naturally to him, but then boldly asking for such an embrace didn’t come naturally to Chase. The boy found it comforting and maybe he enjoyed it, but he didn’t have to say so aloud. And maybe he didn’t look at the clock either, but then Chase’s OCD wouldn’t let him go too far over the requested time. And just maybe he would take the opportunity to nuzzle the collar he painstakingly crafted. Though he was used to welding bike frames, once they had reached their agreement, Ty knew exactly what kind of collar Chase would wear. One made from his own hands, with pieces of him carefully woven through. Every time he saw it resting around Chase’s neck there was such a sense of rightness that it overrode all common sense.

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“Wearer of Many Hats” is a title that was given to Jessie by a former employer some twenty years ago. This dubious distinction, along with the job description “everything is her fault”, came after she fixed an electrical problem during her interview that the office had been having for years. After that, if anything went wrong, her coworkers immediately declared it her fault so she’d have to fix it. This position of importance inspired the owner to convert a closet into an office, thereby providing her coworkers endless opportunities to refer to her as “the girl in the closet.”

Today she is still the “Wearer of Many Hats” and her family has readily jumped on the “everything is her fault” bandwagon. Most mornings start at 5am, where she stumbles into her home office (which is step or two up from a closet) to tackle her personal email, watch gay porn and satisfy her Trivia Crack addiction. By six, she’s caffeinated and ready to take on the world. Wearing her favorite red power nightgown, she expertly designs websites, provides SEO and social media services, freelances as a bookkeeper, cooks, cleans and writes.

Writing has been the elusive, life-long goal that seemed to be getting further away as the years went by. It took 30+ years to achieve, but she’s decided that timing is everything. The world wasn’t ready for m/m romance back then, and now that it is, the girl in the closet has finally found her writing home.

Jessie is a firm believer in marriage equality, love at first sight, power dynamics and happily ever after. She’s a lover of strong secondary characters and series filled with families, biological or chosen. All are themes you’ll find throughout her books.

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Release Day Launch: Barbara’s Plea by Stacy Eaton

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Barbara’s Plea

Genre: M/F, Suspense, Romance

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Barbara lives in constant fear of her husband. She finally summons the courage to leave with their young daughter, Allie, but dreads the moment her husband learns of their escape. In his desire to control them and bend them to his will, he will leave no stone unturned to punish them–especially Barbara.

Grey’s future seems bleak, especially the day he is fired, but everything begins to turn around the moment he absently sinks down on a bench occupied by wealthy Gloria Withers. Gloria sees something in him that no one else bothers to notice and, within moments, a friendship is sparked that will withstand many trials.

When Barbara makes good her escape and arrives on the doorstep of her grandmother, Gloria, whom she hasn’t seen for years, Barbara is greeted instead by Grey. It doesn’t take long for a different kind of spark to fly as Barbara takes up residence in the Withers mansion.

When Grey falls inexorably in love with not only Barbara, but also her daughter Allie, he vows to do everything he can to protect them from her husband who is out for revenge.

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Allie had watched him walk out of sight, and I could only wonder what was going on inside her little brain as she did. I knew that in my mind, I was seeing the most wonderful man I had ever met stride proudly away. He wasn’t leaving us; he was just going to do his job—and I couldn’t wait to see him again later that night. I took an extra few minutes to make sure I was dressed nicely, although I only had on slacks and a blouse. Grey didn’t appear to be the type of guy to get turned on by expensive clothes, and I loved that about him.

There were many things that I liked about him, from the way the sun lightened his hair to the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at me with a smile.

I knew we were far from a point where either of us could state we had feelings for one another, but part of me wanted to believe in the romantic fairy tale of love at first sight—the night he had held Allie over the sink and grinned as she made a mess.

That night I saw a man I could love, a man who could not only love me, but my daughter as well. My rational mind knew it was way too early to even consider such things. After the relationship from hell that I had been in, and was still trying to legally get out of, you would think I would run for the hills to avoid any attachment, yet I longed for a loving family—something that I had been denied.

I wanted a man I could adore, and one that desired me for who I was, not how I could please him. I wanted a father for Allie, someone she could look up to so she could experience that not all men are as horrible as her father. I wanted a friend with whom I could share my life, the ups and downs and twists and turns that life threw at you. I wanted to be loved like a woman, not be a possession to be controlled.

My head told me over and over it was too soon to even consider filling that position, but my heart told me to take the vacancy sign down because the spot had already been filled. How was that possible? I stared at myself in the mirror a moment longer. I had my whole life to fall in love and have a happy family. I would take it one day at a time.

I skipped down the stairs and had just reached the bottom step when the doorbell rang. I pulled the door open wide, and my heart dropped into my stomach as I was ripped off of cloud nine.

“Well, if it isn’t my dear, sweet wife,” Todd smirked. “Don’t you look lovely—and alive.”

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Stacy has been a full-time police officer since 2000. Her current assignment is as Detective of her small town department.  She enjoys crime scene investigation; taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She currently serves on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a tween daughter who is a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and loves cheerleading. Her husband is also in law enforcement. She loves music and photography. Stacy has published 9 novels to date, with several more coming out in 2015.

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The Soul Retrieval

Genre: M/F, Historical Suspense

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Inspired by a true story, The Soul Retrieval is a suspenseful tale of love, loss and healing which follows traumatized southern beauty Henrietta Clayborn as she moves between her home in a small South Carolina town and the New Mexico Native American reservation whose spontaneous healings keep drawing her physician husband back. Tortured by her awful secrets, Henrietta struggles to thrive in either locale, but it is her unlikely friendship with Joe Loco––an eccentric Native American mystic with an Elvis fetish and a gift for healing––that shows her the way to be whole again.

Set in the late 1950s, The Soul Retrieval is richly woven with spiritual insights but also deadly secrets, forbidden healings, a murder mystery, stunning scenery and an unforgettable cast of characters.

A story of transcendent and inspiring power that is both entertaining and enlightening, readers will be cheering for the uptight woman from South Carolina to push through her fears of the forbidden as she searches for truth and healing, faces great obstacles on the frontier of self and ultimately becomes more than she ever thought possible.

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“It’s just as Bear foretold,” the Apache said. He closed his eyes and moved his hands in small circles with palms out. “The fire’s burning, but no one’s home in your teepee.”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t feel like yourself, you’re feeling vacant and disconnected, like something’s missing.” Joe spoke as he opened his eyes.

She gaped at him in stunned silence before whispering: “How … why would you say something like that?” Henrietta’s heart thumped in her chest as she nervously glanced toward the living room. Her husband was still talking on the phone.

“Your soul speaks volumes through your eyes.”

“You see something in my eyes?” And she rubbed them again with her handkerchief.

“I see what was there, what should be there, but is not now.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m fine. My eyes were just watering, that’s all.” She winced, knowing that it wasn’t true, hating that she’d become such a liar.

“It’s okay, I’m here to help,” Joe said. He placed his folded hands on the table after sitting down.

His smile and disarming empathy surprised Henrietta, but she wasn’t going to be moved by what seemed like a sweet and insightful gesture. Joe Loco was absolutely the last person in the world she’d choose to confide in.

“Don’t worry. It’s obvious your soul has fragmented and is in need of repair,” Joe said with a calm certainty, as if it was an everyday matter to be dealt with.

“What?” Henrietta put her hands down and stared into space, bewildered by his words. In the quietude, the sizzle of the frying eggs and bacon filled the room like a choir of rattlers. My soul has what? When she looked again at Joe, planning to demand exactly what he meant, his eyes were closed, and he was whispering and holding his palms up as though in prayer.

So she placed the cooked food on a plate, poured a glass of milk and put both down in front of him. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her.

“That’s one of the strangest things I’ve ever heard—a soul fragmenting,” she said. “How would something like that even be possible?”

“It can happen when we believe or experience something bad we don’t want to face.” He took a bite of eggs and grits, closing his eyes again to savor the combination. “Oh, this is yum-yum,” he said.

When he looked up, it was Henrietta who was staring.

“The good news is that lost soul fragments can be recovered and healed. It’s not hard, if you know how, if you know the secret,” Joe said.

“Are you saying you know how to do that? That you know the secret?”

“The Great Spirit works hitherto and I work.”

She crossed her arms. “So what are you, some kind of soul repairman?”

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Ann W. Jarvie has a B.A. in journalism and more than twenty-five years’ experience as an award-winning writer in advertising and public relations agencies, both in South Carolina and Chicago. She now lives near Phoenix, Arizona, where she spends part of her time as a freelance copywriter and the rest writing fiction.

The Soul Retrieval was inspired by Jarvie’s maternal grandmother’s fascinating life on Indian reservations, where she lived with her physician husband until his mysterious and untimely death.

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