Coming soon from Nicole Blanchard — TRAITOR

Traitor

A Last to Leave Novel
by Nicole Blanchard
Publication Date: April 17, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Military, Romantic Suspense

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I thought I knew better than to make the same mistake twice.

To say I’ve never had good taste in men in as an understatement.

When I met brooding Marine Ford Collier, I was certain he’s different than anyone else I’ve ever dated. He was honorable, charming, and sinfully dangerous in all the right ways.

But I’ve been wrong before.

My first lover ruined my life. And Ford may destroy my future.

My heart tells me he’s innocent, but the facts tell me I’m wrong. Again.

Going against the only family I have left could mean losing it all for a man who may be a traitor.

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Nicole Blanchard is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of gritty romantic suspense and heartwarming new adult romance. She and her family reside in the south along with their two spunky Boston Terriers and one chatty cat.

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Release Blitz: Snow Falling by Davidson King

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After running from a past destined to kill him, Snow has been hiding on the streets.

Tell nobody your name.

Tell nobody your secrets.

Trust nobody!

These are the rules of the streets.

His entire life changes when he saves an eight-year-old boy from a violent end.

Christopher Manos is one of the most powerful crime bosses in the country.

Don’t ask anyone to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.

Secrets can get you killed.

Trust nobody!

These are the rules he lives by.

When his eight-year-old nephew disappears, he never expects the boy’s savior to end up being his own.

A man with a dangerous past and a man with a dangerous future find love amidst murder and mayhem. But with Snow’s life being threatened at every turn, will Christopher’s best be enough to prevent Snow Falling?

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I should have known I wouldn’t get far. Frank grabbed my arm. “He’s not my kid. His pop will very much want to speak with you. Something tells me if you walk out that door, you’ll disappear, and I don’t have time to go lookin’ for you. So, I think you’ll come with us for now.” His firm tone made it clear it wasn’t a question.

When I looked around the police station, I was shocked that no cops were interfering in what was clearly a kidnapping. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. After all, in my book, police didn’t have a very good track record for doing what was right.

“Stranger danger!” I yelled, which just made Simon laugh.

“No, Snow, we aren’t strangers anymore. You come home and my pop will protect you. That’s what he does.”

Who the hell was his pop? Surviving was a lot about picking your battles. Looking around the precinct, it was obvious my choices weren’t going to win out. Frank and his goons weren’t going to let me pass. On the off chance I got away, then I’d have Roy and these guys chasing me.

“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” Frank shook his head. “Okay then. Onward, my good man!”

If the limo wasn’t a huge giveaway that Simon’s pop was disgustingly rich, the enormous mansion with the iron gate was.  Two large Ms were worked into the iron. The house had a medieval look about it. A fountain of fear was on display in the middle of the circular driveway, some sort of gargoyles spitting water out of their mouths… or was it their eyes?  Gray stone, iron, and darkness made up this house. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t just rich, he was powerful. Leaning over, I whispered in Simon’s ear, “Is your pop Tony Stark?”

Simon chuckled. “No silly, he’s Christopher Manos.”

Christopher Manos? Oh, son of a bitch. At least Iron Man was on the right side of justice.

“Come on, Snow, you can meet my pop!” Simon grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the limo with all his might. When we came to the stone steps and I looked up, I came face to face with not only the most dangerous man in this city, but the most gorgeous. He was broad, and I could see the muscles in his arms and legs even through his expensive suit. He had midnight black hair and obsidian eyes. There was no doubt he and Simon were related.

“Pop!” Simon ran into his arms. The man didn’t miss a beat. He scooped Simon up without ever taking his eyes off me. “That’s Snow. He saved me.”

“Mr. Manos, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll have you know, I didn’t want to come here. I was forced. You have a beautiful home and a great kid and if you just let me go, I’ll happily walk home.”

He stared at me coldly. “You don’t know my home is beautiful, you haven’t seen it. Let’s rectify that. Come in.” He turned and walked inside. The nudge from Frank was likely the only encouragement I’d get.

I hope I don’t die.

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Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

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Book Blitz: Freddie Duet by Kiru Taye

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Series: The Essiens #6 & #7
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Women’s Fiction
 
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Violence marked Freddie Edun’s early years. Coming to work for the Essiens saved him from the angry young man he was and gave him focus. Now he’s walking the path of success, and partnership in Banks Security business is within reach. He just has to seal this deal with a potential customer first. Until he meets the client’s wife, and the deal risks taking a nose dive.

Kike Ogun married young to a man who dazzled her with his bogus charm. She’s lived like a caged bird for many years, but with a looming milestone birthday on the horizon, she is determined to walk a new path of self-love. If she could just ignore the electrifying and forbidden attraction she feels towards a younger man from the first moment they meet.

With a devious husband who refuses to let go, she’s going to need help—Freddie’s protection—to stay alive long enough to celebrate her upcoming birthday. And she’s going to have to give in to her dark passion for him and finally unleash the natural woman inside. If it’s only sex, then what’s love got to do it?

This story unravels in two instalments—this is the first part.

The second part, Freddie Untangled, is coming soon

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“Did you know that your gateman believes that God guards your house?” Freddie’s words cut into her thoughts, drawing her attention back to him. “And therefore, he doesn’t have to do anything more than just opening and closing the gates?”

Kike sighed. She remained aware of the lackadaisical attitude towards security around here. As if by being a pastor, her husband and anyone associated with him became bulletproof.

“I know. It’s part of the reason I don’t feel safe,” she replied in a monotone voice. “Sometimes, I feel as if I’m going to be murdered in my sleep and everybody is going to dismiss it as the will of God.”

Freddie stopped the car just after he went past the main gates leading out of the estate. He turned in his seat and stared at her, eyebrows drawn together. “Do you feel that unsafe? Did someone threaten you?”

Damn. Why had she blurted that out? She shouldn’t have spoken those words out loud. She’d never said anything like that to anyone before. And she certainly shouldn’t have said it to Freddie.

She avoided eye contact, and her gaze bounced around the car interior before settling on a spot beyond the windscreen at the high fence surrounding the building across the road. She clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes, counting between inhales and exhales.

“Mrs. Ogun, is there something I should know?”

“Look, Freddie—“” Saying his name felt very intimate like she knew him on a personal level, which she didn’t. He was just a man looking to provide a service to her and her family. She needed to remember that. She avoided his searching gaze. He seemed able to discover things she hid. Not to mention the ease with which she had confided in him. “Forget I said that. It was nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

Cool palm covered the bare skin on her wrist. Her pulse jumped, her skin electrified, and her breath hitched. She turned her head so quickly that she felt woozy, the disorientation made worse when she met his gaze.

His eyes were full of questions, concern, and compassion. He looked at her as if he’d understood her fears even before she’d spoken them.

What was going on with her? He didn’t know her. Couldn’t know her. And he was never going to get the chance to know her.

“Just drive.” She ordered, forced herself to look away again, and tried to tug her arm free. He didn’t let her go. She swallowed as her skin flushed.

“Kike.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Her name on his lips was beautiful, like a plea whispered by an old lover rather than a man she hardly knew. The low timbre vibrated through her, making her core throb. Her skin tingled where he held her. She was certain he could feel her racing pulse underneath his thumb.

Did he know that his restraint excited her?

She closed her eyes and held her breath. An image of him caging her with his body popped into her mind.

Her eyes flew open, and she raised her palms to cover her face.  So she’d become starved of a lover’s affection in the past few years. But did she desperately miss the touch of a man enough to forget herself? That she would ache for the first man who inadvertently pushed her needy buttons?

“You shouldn’t call me that.” Her breathy reprimand came out weak, more to remind herself that she was just a client to him than to prompt him of his status.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, his enticing voice filled with empathy. “You can trust me. What I said in your house is true. I will protect you from any threat.”

“Okay.” Her voice croaked, and she swallowed.

“So will you tell me what’s going on?” he probed.

Her first impulse was to tell him the truth. To bare her soul to him. His soothing tone felt almost magical and inspired trust.

Breaking the habit of a lifetime proved difficult. She’d hidden things about herself from other people for years. When people found out things about her, all she ever got back were judgements and criticisms. The only person who ever really understood her was Lekan. See how that had turned out.

“Nothing is going on.” She still didn’t meet his gaze. At least this way, he wouldn’t know she was telling a lie.

He didn’t say anything for several racing heartbeats.

“Okay. When you decide to talk, I’ll be here to listen. Any time of day.” He pressed the ignition knob, indicated, and pulled out of the junction, heading to Yomi’s school.

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Kike has struggled for years to break out of the chains of her marriage to Lekan. After moving out of the Ogun estate, she has to cope with condemnation not just from family and friends but from unseen followers as the story of her relationship with Freddie becomes media fodder. She’s finally free to love a man who loves her but is she about to lose everything else that matters to her?

Freddie has a new family—Kike and the kids—and he has to pull out all the stops if he is to outwit a powerful sociopathic pastor as well as and deal with ghosts from his past that come to haunt him. He will do whatever it takes to keep the woman he loves safe but the price might be his sanity and his life.

Lekan is not about to give up on a woman he sees as his property and uses every weapon in his arsenal to get Kike back, including following through on the threats he made.

With the odds stacked up against Kike and Freddie, is a happy future together even possible? Will they ever be out of Lekan’s reach?

This story unravels in two instalments—this is the second part and not a standalone.

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Freddie turned to Kike who stood at the still locked front door with a contemplative expression.

“Shall I do the honours?” He stretched his hands out for the keys.

She handed them over. “I feel as if I should cut a ribbon or something.”

He found the right key and inserted it into the lock, twisting until it clicked. He shoved the heavy slab inwards.

“I feel as if I should carry you over the threshold.” Smiling, he winked at her.

She chuckled. “That would imply that we’re newly-weds.”

“A guy can dream, can’t he? Ladies, first.” He gave an exaggerated bow and waved his hand with flourish.

“As you wish, Gentleman.” This time she winked at him.

He could swear she emphasised the word ‘Gentleman’ on purpose which had his pulse racing and his cock hardening. Surely she didn’t know how much the word affected his mind and body.

Groaning, he followed her indoors and discretely tried to adjust the swelling in his jeans.

“I can help you with that.” She glanced back and tipped her head at his groin. Oh, she definitely knew exactly what her provocative words did to him.

“Lady,” he growled in warning. “Be careful what you wish for. Because that sassy mouth of yours is writing a cheque your ass is going to cash later.”

Her eyes widened but the teasing smile didn’t go away. She batted her long dark lashes innocently. “But what did I do?”

He closed the gap between them and she moved back. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Agreement or not, I know when someone is begging to be spanked and I’ll be more than happy to oblige you, right here, right now.”

Her back hit the wall as he caged her into the corner by the stairs, his hands splayed on either side of her head. He shoved his knee between her thighs, spreading them out.

Through her loose-fitting, merlot, linen trousers, the heat from her crotch burned him. The pulse on her collar thumped fast and her pink tongue darted, swiping her bottom lip. She wanted that spanking. He could see it in her bright gaze fixed on him.

By his calculation, she hadn’t had sex in close to two months. So she would be as ready to combust as he was. He wasn’t averse to dishing out some sexy torture.

Grinning wolfishly, he leaned forward and brushed his lips on her left ear lobe. “Go ahead, kitten,” he spoke low and against her smooth skin. “Taunt me some more. Make my day. Let’s christen this house with the cracks from my palm on your lovely behind.”

He pinched her bottom with his left hand. With his right hand, he tugged her nipple through her pink t-shirt.

Her breath hitched and she rocked her hips, rubbing her crotch on his knee. “Plea—”

“Oga Freddie,” one of the moving men interrupted her.

“Hold on, I’m coming.” Freddie replied as he pulled away from Kike.

Her head was tilted back, exposing her neck. Eyes closed and mouth open as she panted, she looked partially debauched. Sensually corrupted was a state he wanted to see her in often in this house. She’d been ready to plead for something. He looked forward to a time when they could explore their connection uninterrupted.

“Welcome to your new home, kitten.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and left her to tidy up as he went to deal with the movers.

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As a lover of romance novels, Kiru wanted to read stories about Africans falling in love. When she couldn’t find those books, she decided to write the stories she wanted to read.

Kiru writes passionate romance and sensual erotica stories featuring African characters whether on the continent or in the Diaspora.  When she’s not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her husband and three children.

Kiru is a founding member of Romance Writers of West Africa. In 2011, her debut romance novella, His Treasure, won the Book of the Year at the Love Romances Café Awards. She is the 2015 Romance Writer of the Year at the Nigerian Writers Awards.

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Blog Tour: Captured by Sabrina Sims McAfee

Captured, the first book in The Good Doctor’s installment is out now!

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Genre: Romance/romantic suspense/women’s fiction

SENSUAL***THRILLING***STEAMY ROMANCE

Bestselling Author Sabrina Sims McAfee brings you another steamy romance filled with twists and turns and edge of your seat suspense.

Love and War brings them together. But with evil lurking in the dark shadows will they stay together?

Dr. Sean LeBlanc past experiences taught him that being in serious relationships is not for him. His only interest right now is providing medical care for the underserved people in the Democratic Republic of Congo—Africa.  However, when his new roommate arrives—Dr. Santana Kingsley—he’s shocked to learn it’s a woman—a strikingly beautiful woman at that. From the moment he lays eyes on her sparks fly and everything he thought he never wanted is now right in front of him.

Santana’s horrible past leads her to Africa where she plans to escape and drown herself in work. When she arrives and meet her boss, she never expects him to be her roommate and a gorgeous hunk. Though she’s instantly attracted to him, she’s sure he would never cross the line.

As Sean and Santana work day in and day out together, their professional relationships turns into a steamy romance.

Then suddenly, a war erupts and the unthinkable happens—Santana goes missing.

Now Sean is determined to get back the only woman he’s ever loved—his sweet Santana.

 

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Prologue

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Dr. Santana Kingsley sat on the bleachers, watching her son play soccer with the neighborhood kids. A smile washed over her face. She’d never been happier.
Dylan looked too cute, kicking the soccer ball down the field, running beside the other kids.
Santana’s eyes traveled over to where her girlfriend, Gina, stood. Gina smiled at her and then waved for her to come over.
She rose to her feet, descended the bleachers, and began making her way over. As she crossed the lawn, the hot sun burned her face. It was a great day to go to the pool. Perhaps she’d take Dylan for a swim—
A loud horn blasted the air.
Screams erupted.
Santana spun around and faced the commotion. Her heart dropped, twisting violently in her chest.
“Noooo!!!!” A tortuous screamed erupted from her lungs.
Dylan lay sprawled in the street in front of the car with the soccer ball beside him.
She took off running.
Fear and panic coursed through Santana’s veins as she plummeted to her knees, placing a finger on Dylan’s neck, checking for a pulse. There was a faint one.
The driver paced back and forth, gripping his head. “He just came out of nowhere and ran in front of the car! I’m sorry!”
“Is he dead?” someone asked.
“Who was supposed to be watching him?” another person asked.
Santana’s shoulders rocked violently as tears seeped from her eyes. “Someone please call 911!”
Terror gripped her. She pinched Dylan’s nose, covered his mouth with hers, and blew.
“Come on, Dylan. Breathe, baby. Please breathe,” she said, sobbing, administering chest compressions to his tiny body.
“Oh my God! Dylan!” the familiar voice screamed. She glanced up to find her husband glaring down at her. “What happened?!” Eric dropped to his knees beside her.
“I only took my eyes off him for one second.”
Tears made a burning trail down Eric’s jaws. “You were supposed to be watching him!” he barked, crying profusely.
Dizziness assailed her as she sobbed, painfully. She gathered Dylan in her arms, cradled him against her chest, and prayed harder than she ever had before.

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Democratic Republic of Congo
many years later

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Dr. Santana Kingsley sat in the front passenger seat of the opened window Jeep, taking in the view of the rain forest. Nervousness swarmed inside her veins, but the anticipation of providing medical care to the underserved people of Congo brought warmth to her inner being.
The nonprofit organization she was going to be working for—DEAR: Doctors Emergency Aid & Rescue—had a stellar reputation as to how they went about epidemics, conflicts, and disasters. And although she always dreamed of being a philanthropist, she knew she wouldn’t be here if her son—Dylan—hadn’t died.
The remembrance of her son dying in her arms after he’d been struck by a car made Santana shiver. She felt hollow and empty. If she would’ve been watching Dylan more carefully, he’d still be alive and her husband would’ve never divorced her, leaving her with nothing but an aching heart.
Santana stared at the powder blue sky. I miss you so much, Dylan. Mommy is so, so sorry. Deep regret filled her soul as she felt her eyes grow wet.
“It’s nice of you to come here, Doctor.” The sound of the African driver’s thick accent cut into her painful thoughts.
The Jeep rocked vigorously over the unpaved road. Santana gripped the handlebar to steady herself, hair whipping at her face. She transferred her gaze to the driver. “I’m glad to be here. Africa is so beautiful.” She swiped at the hair brushing her lips.
The male African driver gave Santana a despondent stare, then fixated his gaze back on the road ahead. Shaking his head negatively, he cleared his throat.
“The view you see now is indeed a pretty sight to see, but as we get farther into the east into Kinshasa, you’ll see it’s quite ugly. The sea is infected with garbage, dead animals, and human remains.” A harsh breath expelled from his dark lips. “My uncle died in the water, trying to escape the rebels.”
“The wars here are bad. The worst in the world.”
“Yep. They’re horrible. Here in the Congo…people are slaughtered for no good reason. We need your help, Doctor. Thank you for coming.”
God sent me here to restore my soul and to help others. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my pleasure to be here. I’m looking forward to helping.” A short moment of silence passed. “How long will it be before we get to the DEAR house?” She was anxious to see where she’d be living.
“Not long. We’ll be arriving any minute now.” The driver pulled off the main road and drove into the forest. Tires crunching branches resounded in Santana’s ear. Where exactly was she going to be staying? In the jungle?
The driver cleared his throat. “Dr. LeBlanc takes great pride in his medical foundation—DEAR.” He smiled. “He’s a mighty good man. Us Congolese people have high regards for Dr. LeBlanc. We think he’s the best thing next to God. Out of the goodness of his heart he hired me, and now I’m able to buy food from the local market to feed my family.” He chuckled. “My wife and children can eat good food now because of the doctor. We finally getting some meat on our bones,” he said on a laugh.
Santana smiled at his fond words pertaining to Dr. LeBlanc. “I can’t wait to meet him. I’m looking forward to working for him.”
She reached into her purse for the DEAR brochure. On the cover was a nice photo of Dr. Sean LeBlanc. Dressed in a navy suit, he had gray hair, dark eyes, and looked to be around sixty years old. He’s such a handsome older man. From what she’d researched, the doctor had a stellar reputation and was a genius. Perhaps Dr. LeBlanc could teach her how to start up her own nonprofit humanitarian aid organization.
The Jeep came to a screeching halt. Sand whooshed up from the worn tires, stirring the air. “We’re here, Doc!” The driver flashed a wide grin.
Santana took in her surroundings. A white, tiny house made of sun baked bricks was centered dead smack in the middle of the forest. In the middle of…ummm…nowhere. Looking beyond the tall trees, she could see the mountains. This was her new home.
Immediately, she felt culture shock. She was going to be living in the actual jungle. In a tiny shack.
Anxious to meet Dr. LeBlanc, she opened the door and stepped onto the grass. Strong stenches of wildlife assaulted her nostrils. Her nose wrinkled.
The driver pulled her luggage from the trunk and came to stand beside her. “So what do you think of your new home?”
“It’s different. Real. Different.” This is going to take some getting used to, that’s for sure.
Shaking his head, he chuckled. “I’m sure it’s different all right,” he mocked, dragging her suitcase along the grass.
Santana followed him.
Suddenly, the front door of the shack cracked open and a handsome man appeared in the entryway. Tan complexioned and dark hair, he wore a white tank top and light denim jeans. Opening the screen door, he walked onto the porch.
Santana paused at the foot of the steps, glancing up at the fine man. He must be a servant of some sort. He’s gorgeous.
He offered her a gorgeous smile, causing her heart to do somersaults. Then he descended the staircase.
The hot sun beat down on his masculine face as he peered down at her, towering over her, making her feel short beneath his bold, domineering stance.
As her eyes glazed over him, lust crawled through Santana’s system. She swallowed. She was nearly melting like an icicle, and he hadn’t said one word yet. Body temperature rising, she tucked a pieced of hair behind her ear.
“Hi. I’m Dr. Sean LeBlanc,” he said in a husky voice, outstretching his hand.
Santana’s heart dipped. Dr. Who? What? Wait!
She was confused. When she grasped his calloused palm, warmth spread through her hand and up her arm before spreading through her chest like a wildfire.
“Hi. I’m Dr. Santana Kingsley.”
Sean’s eyes spread wide with shock. “You’re Dr. Santana Kingsley!” His voice pitched. She nodded. He ran his hand raggedly through his hair. “Apparently, there’s been a mix up. Your application stated that you were a man.”
“What? I’m not a man.”
Sean’s blue eyes gleamed. “Well, I can see that.” A baffling expression settled on his face. “I’m Dr. Sean LeBlanc,” he repeated, “the CEO of DEAR. And umm. I’m your new roommate.”
Santana’s heart dropped as a lump clogged her throat. And all of her bravado was shot straight to hell. There was no way in hell she could live with a man that looked like him!
What in the world was going on?
“I’m confused. The man on the brochure and the website had gray hair and was a much older man,” she said wearily. She pulled the DEAR brochure from her purse and held it up to his face.
Sean surveyed the brochure. “That’s my father. He’s the founder of DEAR and just recently retired. I’ve been running the organization for the last couple of months now.”
Santana’s heart lurched with strained excitement. Working with an old man that had wrinkly skin was one thing, but how in the world was she supposed to work with a man as fine as Sean? Heat rushed through her body. She wanted to blame it on the temperature outside and not some man she’d just met, but then she’d only be lying to herself if she did. Guys like Sean could be more vicious than the war in Congo itself.
“I’ll take it from here,” Sean told the driver.
The driver released the handle of the luggage. “Have a good day, Dr. LeBlanc. Nice meeting you, Doctor.” He walked away.
Her roommate is a man, her mind screamed. “Wait! Am I staying here? Isn’t there a hotel room somewhere around here?”
“Sorry. You’re stuck with me. Now let’s get out of this heat and go inside where it’s cooler.” Sean hefted her suitcase and climbed up the steps. The door creaked when Sean opened it. “Ladies first,” he said, stepping to the side.
Santana entered the quaint homestead. Sliding her hands into her jean pockets, she surveyed the inside. Stone floors, white walls and two bedrooms, the DEAR house was tinier than her apartment back home. But it was spotless, especially for a man.
Sean shut the door. His tall, domineering presence standing behind her caused her heartbeat to spike. “With time, you’ll get used to it.”
When she glanced over her shoulder, their gazes linked. Tingles spread through her bones. “Used to what?”
His powerful presence completely unraveled her. She swallowed.
“Your reduced living standards. It’s quite different than living in a big city like Chicago.”
“Yes, it’s very different.”
“I’ll show you to your room.” Rolling her luggage behind him, he strode into the den and then into the bedroom on the left. Inside was a full-sized bed and a dresser. “I know it’s not much, but—”
“It’s plenty,” she said. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For hiring me.”
His lips drew back into a handsome grin. “Don’t thank me just yet. Wait until after you actually start.”
“Why so?”
“Working in the Congo is extremely hard work. Many doctors that come here don’t make it past two weeks before they end up quitting.”
After what she’d been through with losing her son and husband, she felt she could handle anything. “I’m tough. I’m sure I can handle it.”
Sean’s gorgeous blue eyes roamed up and down her body. “Tough, huh?”
“Yeah. Tough.”
“No offense, but you don’t look like you have one tough bone in your body.”
She bet he had a tough bone in his though. “I’m tougher than I look,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“For your sake and mine, I hope you are, because the Congo is in dire need of strong doctors. Are you tired from traveling?”
“No. I slept a lot on the plane.”
“Well, if you’re up to it, I’d like to show you one of our nearby clinics.”
“I’m up to it.”
“Good, I’ll be right back, going to get my medicine bag. Oh yeah, there’s a white DEAR shirt in the closet. Thinking that you were a man, my administrators ordered a size large, so it’ll be big on you. I’ll order another one for you tomorrow.” He walked away.
Santana opened the closet to find several white DEAR shirts hanging. She removed her clothing, pulled the shirt from the hangar, and then slipped it over her head.
My new roommate, huh? How in the hell had this happened? Santana flopped down on the mattress to find it hard. Yikes! The bed was in need of a mattress pad bad. She reached into her purse for a brush. As she began detangling her hair, she spotted Sean in her peripheral vision, standing beyond the doorway, staring at her.
Oh snap.
Pretending as if she didn’t see him, she unzipped her suitcase, pulled out a mirror and hooked it to the nail on the wall. Just as she looked into the mirror, Sean entered and their gazes hooked. Her heart took a perilous leap.
From a looks point of view, Sean was everything she’d want in a man. If she was looking for one. But she wasn’t. After her husband had divorced her, she’d vowed to never remarry, and she planned on honoring that vow.
Santana slowly turned around, her gaze instinctively reconnecting with Sean’s. Like wires on a computer, electricity shot to her sex and her labia quivered.
She shook her head, hoping to shake off whatever it was she was feeling for him—her boss. Get it together, Santana.
She had to get a freaking grip. Like yesterday.
“Are you ready?” Sean asked, huskily.
“Yes,” she said, trying to tamper down her inclined pulse rate.
“After I show you the clinic, we’ll head to one of the villages. It’s about twelve miles from here.”
She grabbed her medical bag from her suitcase, strapping it over her shoulder. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Let’s go, Doc.” When he’d called her Doc, it had such an affectionate undertone to it.
Santana descended the porch behind Sean and headed towards the white SUV parked beneath the tree. The word DEAR was written in red, bold letters on the side of the vehicle. As she crossed the front yard towards the SUV, her eyes skimmed over Sean’s firm butt. Nice, hard ass. She smiled.
She climbed inside the truck, buckled her seatbelt, and the SUV drove even deeper into the east of Congo—a war-stricken country.

 

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Bestselling author Sabrina Sims McAfee is your writer of contemporary romance, women’s fiction, and romantic suspense. She loves writing about alpha men and sexy strong women, and the adventurous journeys they travel.

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Blitz: Seven Year Rule by Alaina Stanford

💖 Seven Year Rule 💖 
By Alaina Stanford 
Romance Suspense,
262 pages
 
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Whitney and Mason’s life is perfect. When Beth explained her Seven Year Theory. They scoffed at the idea of the seventh year of marriage being the make it or break it year for most couples. That theory didn’t apply to them. They were the perfect couple. Their brand new house overlooked a spacious lake. Their brand new cars were state of the art. Their careers were taking off at an accelerated rate. Their sex life was incredible. Their lives were perfect.
Mason considered himself incredibly lucky to have a wife like Whitney. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, had a professional attitude toward life and she wasn’t interested in starting a family. When Whitney’s widower brother-in-law was killed leaving his three small children in Whitney and Mason’s charge, Mason is exposed to a new side of Whitney. A side he was not prepared for, a side he never thought he’d see.
Suddenly Mason’s world was filled with diapers and stains. His perfectly coiffed wife quickly transformed into an unkempt mother of three living in jeans and carrying a diaper bag as a purse.
Mason’s needs were no longer being filled. His house was a noisy mess. There was a 6-year-old boy looking to him for fatherly attention. But fatherhood requires a man to live for his children and not himself. Mason was not prepared to do that, but how could he walk away from Whitney in her hour of need?
 
 
 
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Alaina lives a stone’s throw from the Mississippi River in Missouri. Her first story was published in the local newspaper at age 6. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
Alaina spent the lazy summer nights of her childhood revamping movies, books or TV shows in her mind. She would twist and turn the plots and characters into a happy ending or spin off a further adventure for one of the minor characters that caught her eye.
Suspense and adventure are at the heart of each story. Yet, Alaina always manages to add a touch of romance. Alaina has seven children plus the many characters in her books that have become the foster children of her heart.
The Hypnotic Journey characters are her favorite. They are foolish, daring, resourceful, passionate and dedicated to their friends.
Alaina’s love for Science Fiction (she’s a confirmed Trekkie) gave birth to the Treborel Series. A paranormal romance featuring a psychotic villain and a multiple-layer of hero’s fighting to survive the chaos.
Alaina’s stories weave tales about the power of friendship as it carries her characters through situations they might not otherwise survive. You will find her stories exciting, sensual, and warm n’ fuzzy.
All honest reviews are welcome and appreciated! If you have any questions, comments or just want to say hello to Alaina, you can visit her website
http://www.AuthorAlainaStanford.com or email her at 11alaina11@gmail.com.

 

She loves to hear from her readers.
 
 

Guest Post: Stacy-Deanne’s Captivated Book Blast

Book Blast: Captivated (Book 2 in the Bruised Series)

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Genre: Interracial Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 1, 2014

Publisher: Sugar and Spice Press

Synopsis:

When she first lays eyes on Mya Riley’s slashed up body, Baltimore Detective Lisa Swanson is certain that the Sandman, a ruthless serial killer from her past has reemerged. Lisa dives headfirst into the case with her partner Dee, and lovesick Winston Lewis, a detective who grows more captivated with Lisa by the day.

The Sandman wreaks bloodthirsty havoc throughout the city, and this time he is determined to make Lisa his victim.

Armed with intense hatred for the Sandman and a stifling fear of who might end up dead next, Lisa struggles to solve the case by the book. But when the Sandman switches up his plan and goes after her lover Jake…Lisa ignores all the rules.

Excerpt from Captivated:

“There’s a song stuck in my head.” He hummed it. “I was listening to it earlier but can’t think of the name.” He swayed Lisa while he hummed. “It’s been a while since we danced.” He twirled them around in circles.

Lisa laughed. “Whoa! You’re putting all the moves on me.”

“You always like it when I do this.” He lifted the front of his wheelchair off the floor and came back down. “You like that, huh?”

“Whoa!” She laughed. “You’re right. It’s been a while since we went dancing.” She put her hand in his as he swerved them across the kitchen. “So we can go dancing then.” She lifted her head from his shoulder. “We could both use a break, don’t you think?” She played with a button on his shirt. “We can go to the Rush.”

He rolled his eyes. “How come we always go to the wheelchair nightclubs?”

“I thought it was your favorite place. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I want us to go dancing for real.” He laid his arm on the armrest. “I used to love dancing.” He got teary-eyed. “I miss that the most.”

She kissed his hand.

“I wanna take you dancing like a real man would.”

“You are a real man.” She got off him. “And we can dance the regular way right here.”

He got a paper towel off the table and dabbed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

She went across to the living room and turned on the stereo in the entertainment system.

“Okay, let’s find something good.” She stopped on her favorite station that played old-school slow jams. The sultry beginning of Aaliyah’s “Rock the Boat” began. “Uh-huh.” Lisa bobbed her head. “That’s what I’m talking about.” She shimmied back into the kitchen.

“I love this song.” Jake tossed the paper towel on the table.

Lisa stood in front of him and held out her hands. “May I have this dance?”

“What?” he whispered.

She bent down. “You said you wanted to dance the real way. Let’s dance the real way.”

“You know my legs are too weak.”

She took his hands. “Then lean on me.”

He took a deep breath and slowly rose from the chair. “Oh.”

“It’s okay.” She put her arms around him. “I got you.”

He stood straight and put his weight on Lisa. “I’m six three and two hundred pounds.” He leaned on her. “I’m gonna crush you.”

“I’m stronger than you think.” She laid her head on his chest. “Just take it slow and relax.”

He stumbled a bit then picked up his feet in perfect rhythm.

“Wow.” Lisa held him tighter. “You’re a smooth dancer, Jake.”

His lips brushed her cheek. “This feels amazing.” He swayed. “Just like the old days.”

“See?” She moved her hand up his back. “Now you’re leading.” She lifted her head. “How does it feel?”

“I…” His voice cracked. “I haven’t danced since two thousand eight.”

“Well, you’re dancing now.” She kissed him. “And you’re doing it beautifully.”

Dream Cast:

 Nia Long as Lisa

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Ryan Philippe as JakeRyan_Phillippe

 Christian Bale as Winston

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Publisher Link: http://www.sugarnspicepress.com/index.php?main_page=page&id=1&zenid=c3eb9402ba170decf717c8b78407b845

(Will be on retailers shortly after release)

Captivated @ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19465039-captivated

Disturbed (Book 3) Coming April 12, 2014!

Stacy-Deanne Bio:

Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne) is a published novelist of interracial romantic suspense and mystery novels. She started writing professionally in 1997 when she was nineteen years old. Stacy grew up loving the suspense genre. Her idols are Edgar Allan Poe and Alfred Hitchcock. Her love for Psycho and many of his movies fueled her fire for suspense.

She was born, raised, and resides in Houston, Texas.

http://www.stacy-deanne.net

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