That Thing You Do by Maria Geraci | Book Review

THAT THING YOU DO

SYNOPSIS

Allie Grant doesn’t believe in second chances. She does, however, believe in the power of a permanent paycheck. So when a tipster reports that the soon-to-be demolished senior center in her hometown is haunted, Allie hightails it to Whispering Bay to get the scoop that could secure her dream job at Florida! magazine. What she finds, though, is far scarier than any ghost. Cue her ex-boyfriend, sexy construction foreman Tom Donalan.

When Tom catches Allie poking around his construction site, he quickly realizes his former high school flame is just as feisty as ever. And, heaven help him, her irresistible, mile-high legs still take his breath away. But Tom isn’t about to delay the building’s demolition because of a silly ghost story.

With neither of the stubborn exes backing down from their opposing positions, sparks fly. And, underneath the surface, the fire of their old attraction burns as hot as ever. When strange things start happening with increasing frequency around town, even a tough skeptic like Tom is tested. The question is, can Allie and Tom stop fighting long enough to get to the bottom of Whispering Bay’s ghost problem—and the more important matter of mending their broken hearts?

BOOK REVIEW

5 SUNNY STARS!!

I think I have found my favorite book series after Jill Shalvis’ Lucky Harbor Series! This is such a feel-good book that will make you want to stop doing whatever you’re doing and read it in one seating. Potty break be damned!

Allie Grant and Tom Donalan are best of friends. Tom is a good guy, outstanding student who is dating the most famous girl in high school, and a star Quarterback. Allie is your ordinary student, and is secretly in love with Tom. It was a huge surprise to everyone in Whispering Bay when they started dating, but that did not deter Allie’s love for Tom, and vice versa. Everything was going fine until that one dreadful night when both their lives will drastically change forever. Fast forward 12 years, Allie had come back to Whispering Bay to investigate reports of unusual paranormal activities in Margaret Handy Senior Center, a local recreation center in Whispering Bay. And it is imperative that someone must get to the bottom of this before the abandoned building gets torn down! To Allie this would be a mad idea, a hoax, but for her boss at Florida! Magazine, this is a potential goldmine! And Allie loves her work as a journalist for that magazine, and wants to prove to her boss that she’s a top notch journalist and one of the best. So, she ventures all the way to Whispering Bay and get the story that she needs. What she didn’t expect upon her return is the sight of Tom Donalan. The boy (well, man now. A handsome, sexy man) who broke her heart into a million pieces. Things went a bit crazy after their first meeting, and even had gone a bit too far when the citizens of Whispering Bay got involved. In the span of five days, Tom and Allie’s world have gone from normal to cockamamie. An absolute treat for readers, of course.

‘That Thing You Do’ is a second chance romance with a mixture of paranormal, humor, and sweetness all over! It’s not your typical second chance romance that has lots of sex in it. The book delves deeper into the characters psyche by retelling the events that happened during that night.

The first book of Maria Geraci’s Whispering Bay Romance. An absolute delight to read, and a series to look out for. Oh, and this is a stand-alone as well, guaranteed happy ending.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Maria GeraciMaria Geraci writes contemporary romance and women’s fiction with a happy ending. The Portland Book Review called her novel, The Boyfriend of the Month Club, “immensely sexy, immensely satisfying and humorous.” Her fourth novel, A Girl Like You, was nominated for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA ® award. She lives in north Florida with her family, which includes a very needy chihuahua, an extremely needy dachshund and a not-so-needy cat (guess which one she likes best?). You can reach at her www.mariageraci.com.

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The Daring Exploits of Runaway Heiress by Victoria Alexander | Virtual Tour and Giveaway

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The Daring Exploits of a Runaway Heiress by Victoria Alexander

Millworth Manor #5

Releasing April 28th, 2015

Zebra

SYNOPSIS

To Do:

Swim naked in the moonlight

Play in a high stakes card game

Ride an elephant

Be painted sans clothing.

Take a lover…

Lucy Merryweather has inherited a fortune—and her great-aunt’s list of unfulfilled wishes. What better way to honor her memory than by accomplishing as many of them as possible? And with Lucy’s family an ocean away in New York, nothing stands in her way—if one ignores the private investigator hired to spy on her.

Yet Cameron Effington is infuriatingly difficult to ignore…

As a reporter, Cameron is always looking for a good story. An American heiress running rampant between Millworth Manor and Mayfair is the perfect subject. Not to mention captivating. And extremely kissable. And if Lucy believes he’s a detective? Well, the truth should never get in the way of a good story—or hinder delicious, impetuous passion…

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I am well aware that I am under no obligation to Great-aunt Lucinda, at least not legally, but I feel a, well, a moral obligation if you will. I was quite moved by the letter she left for me and by her regrets, but there was nothing I could do about it when you and I had our lives planned out for us. Now, everything has changed.” She shook her head. “I do not want to reach the end of my life and have a list of those things I wanted to do but failed to so much as try. The very idea terrifies me. I don’t want regrets of my own.” She met his gaze directly. “And if I don’t do this for her—for me— I know I will.”

Perhaps . . .” He settled back in his chair and chose his words carefully. A deceptively casual note sounded in his voice. “You should do those things you’ve always wanted rather than those someone else wished to do.”

Excellent, Jackson.” She fixed him with a firm look. “And just what do you suggest those might be?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea.”

Unfortunately, neither do I.” She crossed her arms over her chest and drew her brows together. “Every bit of my life has been planned and expected up until now. I’ve never veered from the course set out for me. Why, I never even questioned whether you and I should marry. At least not aloud.”

Nor did I,” Jackson said under his breath.

But as I am no longer expected to marry you, I’m not sure what I want to do.”

Surely you wish to marry someone someday?”

Oh, probably someday, but at the moment . . .” She shook her head. “I feel very much like a bird who has at long last been released from its cage.”

Thank you,” he said wryly.

Come now, you know what I mean.” She waved off his comment. “Now that I am free, I have no idea what I want to do with my freedom. Until I determine that, it seems the best course is to do those things my great-aunt never had the opportunity to do.”

I’m not sure that is indeed the best course. Still . . .” He studied her for a moment. “You haven’t told me what these regrets of your aunt’s are. I’m assuming the worst, you know. That they are all improper or scandalous or dangerous.” “Not all of them.” She had no intention of telling him everything on Lucinda’s long list, but she could tell him one or two items. “Some of them are a little silly and some are really rather sweet. For one thing, she always wanted to have a dog but was never able to have one as dogs made Great-uncle Charles sneeze. There are quite a few that are as innocent as that.”

His eyes narrowed. “But not all of them?”

Well, some are a bit more daring.” She cast him an innocent smile. “But not substantially so.”

I don’t believe you for a moment.” He shook his head. “I don’t think this is the least bit advisable, Lucy.”

Why not? You’re going off to do exactly what you want. Aside from the notion of following in your father’s adventurous footsteps, your plans are even less definitive than mine. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?”

For one thing, you’re female,” he said in a distinctly patronizing manner. She did so hate it when he was patronizing. It was the banker in him, no doubt. And even though he was now forgoing his life as a banker in favor of something far more exciting, it was obviously easier to take the man out of the bank than the bank out of the man. “For another, you have no practical experience at being on your own. Although I could hire someone to make certain of your safety, I suppose. A bodyguard or some sort of private investigator—”

You most certainly will not! I do not need a nursemaid or a watchdog.”

I don’t like leaving you here alone with no one to watch over you.”

She raised a brow. “Goodness, Jackson, I had no idea you had such a poor opinion of my abilities and intelligence.”

I didn’t mean that quite the way it sounded.” Jackson shook his head. “You’ve simply taken me by surprise. I’ve no doubt you’re probably extremely capable underneath all that”—his eyes narrowed—“pleasantry.”

I am unfailingly pleasant.”

Yes, I know.” He studied her for a long moment. “You’re determined, aren’t you?”

I am.”

Well, I suppose you’re right.” He heaved a resigned sigh.

There’s no reason why you can’t do what you wish. And I suspect there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

She cast him her sweetest smile.

Therefore, I have no objection—”

Oh, lucky, lucky me.”

He ignored her. “However, I do have conditions.”

Conditions?” She scoffed. “I thought we had established that it’s no longer your right to have any say whatsoever about what I may or may not do. I am nearly twenty-four years old, you know.”

I have the right of a good friend, as someone who cares about you. But if you would prefer not to agree to my conditions”—he shrugged—“I might feel compelled to write to your parents, or better yet, your brothers, and tell them of my concerns.” It was his turn to smile pleasantly.

Lucy narrowed her gaze. She had no doubt he would do exactly that if she didn’t give in to his demands. “Very well. What are your conditions?”

One, that you restrict your pursuit of these adventures of your great-aunt’s to England and reside either here at Millworth or at Channing House in London.” He held up his hand to forestall her objection. “My parents and aunt and uncle will all be traveling, so you would be as independent as you plan. Of course, the servants will be here.”

Lucy bit back a satisfied smile. She was well aware that very nearly everyone in his family would be heading toward different parts of the world in the coming days. She was only telling Jackson all this in the first place because she intended to ask if she could stay on in his family’s residences while they were away. She had already decided to pursue her quests in England for several reasons. First and foremost, she was here, delightfully far from home and everyone she knew. Besides, her great-aunt had always wanted to travel to

England as her mother, Lucy’s great-grandmother, was born here. Lucy’s visit to England meant she could already cross one regret off the list. Beyond that, as this would be Lucy’s first attempt at adventure of any kind, it did seem it might be easier to have grand adventures if she fully understood the language. While she had studied French and Italian, languages simply eluded her and she could do little more than ask for directions to the library or the train station. She nodded. “I can agree to that.”

And you will periodically call on my cousin, Lady Dunwell, so that someone will be assured of your well-being.”

Your cousin Beryl?”

Jackson nodded. “As everyone else will be out of the country, Beryl is an excellent choice. Her husband, Lionel, is expected to be prime minister one day. I doubt that I could leave you in better hands.”

Apparently Jackson was not aware that, while Lady Dunwell and her husband were most respectable at the moment, the gossip about their past was extremely interesting and not the least bit proper. Lucy couldn’t think of a more perfect watchdog. She forced a resigned note to her voice. “Very well.”

And.” His tone hardened. “You will allow me to hire a companion for you.”

I don’t need a companion.”

And I have been lax in my correspondence.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You do realize there is a word for what you’re doing?”

I daresay there are any number of words for what I’m doing.” The smug note in his voice matched the satisfied look in his eyes.

Blackmail and extortion immediately come to mind.” He cast her a completely unrepentant grin. She could not recall ever wanting to smack that grin off his face before.

All right.” She sighed. “A companion it is then.” Still, she could always discharge any companion Jackson found once he was out of the country.

Jackson paused. “You do realize once your parents find out—”

They shall no doubt send someone to bodily haul me home.” It was awkward to sail off into the unknown when your family refused to accept that you were an adult. She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to deal with that situation should—when it occurred. She’d always been a perfect daughter. She’d never done anything unexpected or improper in her life. It was a pity, really. If she’d had more experience with impropriety she’d probably know how to handle the repercussions of doing the unexpected. “Yes, I do realize that, which means I probably don’t have a great deal of time to accomplish what I want.”

You will write to them?”

I already have.” She forced a note of indignation to her voice. “I would never want to worry them. Besides, your mother wrote to them as well.” Unfortunately, as Mrs. Channing’s letter had been placed on a hallway table to be posted, Lucy might possibly have dropped it into the fire. Accidentally, of course.

And you did tell them that you are no longer accompanied by my mother.”

Goodness, Jackson.” She drew her brows together. “One would think you didn’t trust me.”

I didn’t mean—”

Have I ever in my entire life lied to you?”

Not that I know of.”

And do you consider me to be a liar? Someone who prevaricates? Who hides the truth?” She pinned him with a firm look. “Well?”

Of course not.” Jackson shook his head. “I am sorry. It’s . . . well . . .” He ran his hand through his hair in an endearingly familiar manner. For a moment she could see the future they had both expected. It would have been quite pleasant and it was a tiny bit sad to see it vanish. But not marrying Jackson would never be one of her regrets. “It’s been a difficult few days.”

Not to mention the months preceding it.” She again resisted the urge to bring up Lady Theodosia.

Still, you’re right.” He shrugged apologetically. “I have no reason not to trust you.”

Thank you, Jackson.” She beamed at him. Perhaps there was something to be said for having a spotless reputation after all. And it wasn’t a complete lie. She had written, she simply might not have mentioned that Jackson’s mother had decided to travel the world with her estranged husband in the hopes of rekindling what they once had. It was terribly romantic. And extremely convenient.

Nonetheless, even though Lucy had assured Jackson’s mother she would write to her family, as indeed she had, Lucy had no doubt that at some point Elizabeth Channing would again write to her dear friend Pauline Merryweather. Said letter would surely mention Elizabeth’s travels with her husband and that Lucy had stayed in England. At which point Pauline would realize she wasn’t entirely certain exactly where her only daughter was or what she was doing, and there would be hell to pay. As frustrating as the slow speed of mail and transport across the Atlantic was, at the moment, Lucy was grateful. By her calculations, she had a minimum of a month to do what she wanted to do. If she was lucky, she would have far more.

She was under no illusions that she could do everything on her great-aunt’s list, but it did seem to her that the worth was as much in the effort as the success. After that, Lucy had no idea what she would do, but her future certainly didn’t need to be decided here and now. She had time and money and freedom.

You are absolutely certain you want to do this?” Jackson asked.

Aside from not marrying you”—Lucy grinned—“I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

Again, thank you.”

She laughed. She would always treasure Jackson, but they were choosing their own roads to follow. She hadn’t the slightest doubt that one day he would walk his with Lady Theodosia by his side. Precisely as it should be.

Lucy’s own road was a bit less clear. Which should have concerned her but didn’t. It was as exciting as it was daunting. Besides, when fate offered you a hand, you would be a fool not to take it. Adventure was where one found it, after all, and opportunities were not to be squandered.

What Jackson didn’t know, what Lucy had never revealed to anyone, was that her great-aunt wasn’t the only young girl to make a list of those silly or improper things she wished to do in her life.

Lucinda Wilhelmina Merryweather had long had a secret list of adventures of her own.

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Desire Me Now by Tiffany Clare | Virtual Tour and a Giveaway

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DESIRE ME NOWDesire Me Now by Tiffany Clare

Desire Me #1

Released May 5, 2015

Avon Impulse

SYNOPSIS

When Amelia Grant’s past catches up with her and threatens to destroy the life she’s built, Nick Riley doesn’t hesitate to protect her.
With just one look Nick completely undoes her. He wanted her surrender and she all but threw it at his feet. She’s revealed her darkest secrets . . . let him into her heart as he drew her deeper into forbidden games of desire . . .

But what happens when Nick’s secrets can destroy the very foundation they’ve build between each other? Will he let Amelia through the barriers of his past? Or will the truth tear them apart?

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She didn’t miss the note of intimacy in his comment. And while his admission and the underlying innuendo should have her running from the house, she found herself intrigued. What in the world was wrong with her? Her imaginings from last night were what was wrong with her. She’d sketched a picture of this man in her mind that was too perfect and without flaws. Everyone had flaws.

She decided right then and there that she couldn’t trust herself in his presence. Her imagination had run wild with this man’s character, and she couldn’t help but paint him as some sort of hero, not only for rescuing her but also for giving her the things she desperately needed right now—a safe place, a job . . . a chance.

With self-preservation finally at the forefront of her thoughts, she managed to take an uneven step away from him. The misstep shot a heavy dose of pain up her leg, and it felt like her stomach was in her throat with the sudden correction in her balance. But Mr. Riley grasped her arm firmly. Instead of toppling back, she was crushed along the length of his body.

With her hands wrapped around his strong forearms, she let him steady her long enough that her head stopped spinning. His thumbs brushed back and forth over the inside of her wrist, letting her focus on the intimacy of his touch instead of the pain radiating from her ankle.

His nearness did strange things to her, things that made her want to step closer instead of away from him, to be touched everywhere as familiarly as he stroked her wrist. She shook her head and dropped her arms to her sides. She needed to get a better grasp on her emotions, her desires.

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Tiffany Clare (2)Deciding that life had far more to offer than a nine to five job, bickering children and housework of any kind (unless she’s on a deadline when everything is magically spotless), TIFFANY CLARE opened up her laptop to write stories she could get lost in. Tiffany writes sexy historical romances set in the Victorian era. She lives in Toronto with her husband, two kids and two dogs and you can find out more about her and her books at www.tiffanyclare.com

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Barefoot William #4

Releasing April 28th, 2015

Zebra

SYNOPSIS

No One Expects a Curveball

For Rylan Cates, the gloriously sunny beachside town of Barefoot William may be home, but the pro baseball player needs to focus on spring training. Hiring a personal assistant to keep him and his four dogs organized for the next eight weeks is the first step—and Beth Avery is the perfect pinch hitter.

Beth is still looking for her place in the world, and a couple months caring for Rylan’s two dachshunds, his golden retriever, and a Great Dane named Atlas should shore up her finances before she moves on. Except it’s Atlas who won’t budge, pushing her toward tanned, scruffy, sexy Rylan every chance he gets. One more strike and she’s calling the dog out—unless she and Rylan admit that the attraction they’re feeling is a game-winning grand slam…

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Ry was polite when he informed her, “I’m going on gut instinct alone in hiring you,” he admitted. “You seem nice, have an ability to adapt, and if you screw up, Atlas will let me know.”

Atlas looks like a tattletale,” she agreed with a glance in the dog’s direction.

I need someone immediately,” he added. “You’re standing before me. The job is yours if you want it.”

No hesitation. “I’ll take it.”

How soon can you start?”

She glanced toward her PT Cruiser parked at the curb.

I travel light. I’m temporarily living out of my car.”

She lived out of her car? That made him blink. He had no room to criticize her. He’d taken road trips in college. He’d lived free and easy until responsibility had forced him to grow up. Playing professional ball aged a man.

I’ll grab my suitcases,” she said, cutting across the yard.

I’ll help you.” He was right behind her. Atlas came, too.

Will I get a ticket parked at the curb?” She cast a look over her shoulder. No other cars were on the street.

I’ll get you a city parking sticker later today.” He saw the pained look on her face and guessed the reason. “There’s no charge.”

She released a breath. “I would’ve needed an advance on my pay otherwise.”

You’re broke?” slipped out before he could stop himself.

Her lips thinned. “I’m on a tight budget.”

Before he could ask her any more questions, she jumped the dwarf Natal Plum hedge near the curb, and he was surprised she cleared it. He didn’t take her for athletic. He and Atlas hopped over it next. She circled to the rear of the vehicle, pulled a keyless remote from the side pocket of her shorts, and popped the hatchback.

He noticed her out-of-state license plate. She’d listed her permanent residence on her application as White Bear Lake, Minnesota, yet she had Missouri plates. A Hike Michigan bumper sticker and Arizona flag decal trimmed her bumper. Virginia is for Lovers and Property of Iowa, Hawkeye State stickers noted her travels. The lady was a nomad.

The pieces to her puzzle didn’t quite fit.

He was intrigued.

She pulled two suitcases from the Cruiser.

Rylan stepped back. He’d been so involved in reading her stickers, he nearly forgot his manners. He hung his T-shirt over his shoulder, and took the suitcases from her. Dingy gold hardware hinged the battered, scratched, and ancient brown leather. A man’s name was barely visible near one handle. Lou Vui. Her father, brother? Husband? He glanced at her left hand. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

The cases were surprisingly light. He had expected heavier. She would settle in quickly.

I inherited my house from my grandparents,” he told her as they headed up the driveway. “Frank and Emma lived here for twenty years before they moved rural. The empty lots on both sides belong to me, too. The cottage has four bedrooms—two up, two down. You can have the connecting rooms on the first floor. Bedroom, full bath, and office. My dogs have the run of the place. Close your door for privacy. Atlas is known to twist a doorknob with his mouth. He’ll also paw and scratch to get your attention.” The Great Dane could be pushy and persistent.

They climbed the steps to the porch and entered through the double doors. The dogs followed them. The dachsies and Rue took to their plush corduroy dog beds in the living room and waited patiently. They had manners. Atlas, not so much. The big dog was bumping Beth from the back. He was hungry and hurrying her along. It was close to lunchtime, and he expected her to feed him.

Rylan noticed it with a wry smile and looked around the entryway. His home was his sanctuary. It was where he could exhale and hang out with his dogs. He never took the peace and quiet for granted. The floors were dark Florida pine, as was the staircase to the second floor. The walls were stark white. “This way,” he said, moving down the hallway.

He nudged open a door with his foot and set her suitcases inside. He was pragmatic and didn’t buy anything he didn’t need. Except his McLaren. The splurge came from bonus money when he’d been traded from the St. Louis Colonels to the Richmond Rogues. It was his dream vehicle. He also had a Range Rover with washable mats to haul his dogs. He kept it parked in the garage.

He glanced around the guest room and wondered if Beth would feel at home. He’d furnished the room with a queen sofa sleeper, but had no idea if it was comfortable. She would find out at bedtime. A mirrored dresser leaned against the wall and a yellow-cushioned fan back chair sat in one corner.

There are a few hangers in the closet,” he told her. For those few clothes she might need to hang up. Again, that puzzled him. “The dresser once belonged to my sister Shaye. The drawers have scented liners. Smell like flowers.”

Nice. I like flowers.”

Sheets, a comforter, and two pillows are stored in the old seaman’s chest used as a bedside table.”

No gold or treasure?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Shaye had it refurbished. It once belonged to my great-great Uncle Cletis. He was a commercial fisherman.”

I like antiques and family history.” Beth smiled. For the first time. A soft smile while she scrutinized the dresser with the decorative carved mirror. It was old, and the bottom drawer was slightly warped. But at least it closed.

He went on to show her the bathroom situated between the bedroom and the office. Functional, but not fancy. He’d supplied a set of blue towels. Shaye had suggested pear shampoo, a neutral olive oil soap, and a natural sea sponge.

Rylan next entered the office. Atlas followed Beth in. She didn’t seem to notice that every step she took, the Dane tracked her. He didn’t let her out of his sight.

He had connected with her, Ry realized, although she had yet to bond with him. In time she would, he hoped. Rylan’s closest friends and his entire family found the dog likeable. But clumsy. Because of his size, Atlas didn’t get invited to many social functions.

Rylan turned to catch Beth’s reaction to the work area. She was completely engrossed by the setup. He’d chosen an L-shaped, space-saver desk. Roller chair. High-end technology. A big-screen TV hung on one wall. Television relaxed him. He had several staged throughout the house.

Check out the desktop. My password is Rogue. You’ll find a file labeled Obligations. My baseball and hometown commitments should be self-explanatory. I’m hosting a late-afternoon picnic at my house this Saturday for family, a few close friends, and team members. E-mail invitations were sent. Sixty guests, give or take. All adults. You’ll need to put it together. Five days should be enough time.”

She gave a slight start, but was quick to recover. “Do you want updates as I make the arrangements?”

He shook his head. “Not necessary, unless you hit a snag.” As an afterthought, he added, “Contact Shaye Saunders should you need assistance. My sister is good at planning. She’s coordinated charity benefits and boardwalk events. Her phone number and e-mail address are in the computer file marked Family.”

Appreciated.” Beth breathed easier.

I have a main house line and a business iPhone,” he went on to say. “I prefer text over a call when I’m away from the house. I’m not a man to talk on the phone for any length of time.”

She nodded. “Text it is.” Her gaze lowered then, lingering a second too long on his bare chest. Her eyes were a soft blue.

He didn’t mind her looking at him as long as she wasn’t into him. He had no designs on her. He stretched, scratched his stomach, and wrapped up the meeting. “As far as feed ing the dogs, choose a recipe from the Organic Canine Cookbook. The dogs like all the meals.” He turned then. “I need to get cleaned up. I’ll be back shortly.” He nearly tripped over Atlas on his way out. The Dane had dropped down beside Beth’s chair, still eyeing her every move.

Rylan took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He planned to stick around long enough to get Beth through lunch. He didn’t care if the dogs got a bath or not, but food was a necessity. Especially for Atlas. He lived to eat.

Ry tossed his T-shirt in the clothes hamper, then dropped his board shorts and kicked off his flip-flops. He went into his bathroom, stepped into the shower, and set a hot, pulsing spray. Water sluiced and heated his skin. Loosened his muscles. He exhaled, giving thought to his afternoon. He had a lot to do.

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Moriarty by Annelie Wendeberg | Book Review

Book One: The Devil’s Grin (reviewed May 16, 2015)

FOUR STARS!!

This was a rather interesting novel where the lead character is a female guise as a male German doctor where the cure and preventive measure for tetanus and cholera is yet to be realized. However, suspected victims of such vile disease are the impoverish citizens of London during the year 1889. To Scotland Yard, London’s elite fighting force and known for its exemplary detective work, this is just another cholera victim, but for Dr. Anton Kronberg this is far more than the usual unfortunate pauper. And with the help of Sherlock Holmes, they are bound to discover a far more sinister work at play.

Narrated in first person, Dr. Anton Kronberg (Anna Kronberg when not guise in her male form) unfolds the secrets and horror of unethical medical practice during 19th century London. In order for her to find the culprit and expose the maltreatment of human test subjects, she must delve deeper into this world of deception and cruelty.

The description in the novel are graphic and may not be for the faint of heart. It reminds me of World War II documentaries where the Nazis physicians perform various medical tests on their captives in concentration camps (e.g. Auschwitz). Test subjects in this novel were people from workhouses and asylums with no family, no relatives.

I believe this is a three-part novel with ‘The Devil’s Grin’ as the first book. Although Sherlock Holmes do not appear in the book as often as I like, the story still holds intrigue and the storytelling is phenomenal.

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Weakened & Wrapped by Juliet Braddock | NEW Cover!

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Weakened

Manhattan Bound Series #1

By Juliette Braddock

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Synopsis

Against the glittering backdrop of New York City, budding theatrical publicist Maxine Kirk, fresh off the bus from a small Pennsylvania town, stumbles into the arms of her beloved teenage crush, unleashing desires that she never imagined.

Enter Drew McKenzie, a rising star on Broadway with dashing looks and talent to match, who masquerades behind the characters he portrays.

Instantly, Maxine finds herself lured into Drew’s high society world only to uncover a complicated man beneath the glitz and glamour of his public persona. As soon as the curtain falls, Drew sheds his stage costumes to reveal a daring Dominant side.

Titillated by his enigmatic life, Maxine clamors to discover a surreptitious and possibly perilous affair with Drew, all the while questioning her own preconceived notions on romance.

Secrets surface, revealing haunting truths that test both Maxine and Drew of their own intentions. But in this high-stakes game of trust, only the strongest survive.

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Wrapped

Manhattan Bound Series #2

By Juliette Braddock

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Synopsis

Sweeping through the glitz and glamour of New York’s high society and the drama unfolding in the dressing rooms of Broadway, Wrapped, by Juliet Braddock, continues the journey of a young theatrical publicist’s foray into submission under the tutelage of a dashingly dark star of the stage. Wrapped—the much anticipated sequel to Braddock’s critically acclaimed erotic romance Weakened—is the second book in the Manhattan Bound series.

When Drew McKenzie presents Maxine Kirk with an ultimatum, challenging her to engage in his wanton brand of desire, she readily embraces her awakening hunger for a lifestyle that defies her perceptions of romance.

Entranced by Drew’s charming appeal and by his sensual assault to her senses, Maxine clamors to discover every nuance of this new relationship, ravenous to explore verboten fantasies that seem possible to fulfill only with Drew.

Along the way, he introduces her to his glamorous world of wealth and celebrity—where lavish galas and luxurious gifts are the norm—and entices her into his realm of control with his tender mode of domination.

All the while, however, they both grapple with painful emotions brought about by the extenuating circumstances of their separate pasts.

While Drew remains both confident and conscientious in his parlay of power over Maxine, his own tragic secret lurks in every shadow upon his path in life. Behind the façade of his stage persona and the origin of old Manhattan society, he struggles to hide the unforgiving reality he faced as a child.

Just as Maxine finds the strength to conquer her own torment with Drew’s patience and guidance leading her toward closure, terrifying truths begin to chip away at the surface of his composure.

As the nightmarish details of Drew’s unimaginable life emerge, he fears that this new world he’d begun to build with Maxine will crumble around him.

As Maxine finds herself embroiled in the battle to save Drew’s tortured soul from the atrocities that continue to stalk his every move, two lost souls struggling to find comfort and completion converge.

However, as Drew opens his heart to Maxine’s unwavering support, he questions his own bravery, wondering if she’ll take a bow and make her exit…or if she’ll stick around for the encore?

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Juliet Braddock loves eighties music, wine, food, theater and all things French. When she’s not exploring the big cities of the world—most notably Paris—she lives and writes in Manhattan, and is the proud cat mom to a very spoiled Russian Blue rescue.

Website: http://www.julietbraddock.com

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