Lincoln is floundering. He did something undeniably stupid. On an evening out with his best buddies in Vegas, he hooked up with a smoking hot female for a torrid, all night escapade. It was one of the most carnal experiences of his life, and one he wouldn’t be averse to repeating.
Under most circumstances, a one-night stand wouldn’t be an issue. Except, the woman is his boss and his best friend’s sister. If his buddy discovers their tryst, Lincoln is a dead man. Utter disaster. And yet, there was something about that night that makes him want to risk life and limb to hold her, experience her scorchingly addictive surrender again.
As if that isn’t bad enough, after they return home, her ex-boyfriend appears in a bid to win her back, unleashing the territorial beast inside Lincoln. She belongs to him, not some city slicker in a suit.
He plans to prove to her that she belongs in his bed. That he’s the only one who should be gifted with her seductive surrender.
Now he’s navigating wooing his boss, and falling for her. Can he convince Amber to take a chance on him for more than one night?
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.
With Michaela in the debt of Shayteen, Whisper is finally free of the Hell World he suffered in for hundreds of demon years. But there seems to be a price for Whisper’s all-new freedom and it has made Whisper’s life just as, or even more complicated. Whisper is serving his true nature and dealing with Michaela’s service to Shayteen, all while trying to hang on to a stubborn soulmate, who won’t forgive him for the most ridiculously perceived transgressions in this life, and one or two from some previous ones. Stuck in the middle of everything, is a broken hearted Gabriel, whose odd obsessions with cooking shows, has turned him into Suzy Homemaker.
~ It’s best to know, you leave those you care about before they leave you. I’m Theadora Langdon … and EVERYTHING sucks.
And his eyes. They are an unearthly blue with a ring of black that outlines the electric color. It’s an otherworldly mark that should raise alarm. Humans need to take care with Whisper. There is a volatility that is promised in that ring.
But it’s the burning anger in his gaze, reserved solely for me, that I can’t escape. It strips me down to the bare bones of my shame. Shame I have for what I’ve done to the girl my brother loves more than life. Whisper’s fury burns me because I know it’s rooted in his feelings and loyalty to Michaela.
“Yeah it’s totally Michaela’s fault I’m here. It’s Michaela’s sacrifice that has makes her watch her mom get more and more sick. It’s Michaela’s pain that cripples her because she knows that Gabe is miserable. It was Michaela’s contrition that screwed her over when she thought she was doing something for a friend, only to find out that person never existed. And it’s her reward for all that to find out she gets no support for any of it from her so-called friends.” He throws the sponge in the water as if it were the offending source of his displeasure.
“You know what Thea, I can’t believe I thought you were something special. That I wanted you at all. You are ugly on the inside where most people have a heart. And your brother’s right about one thing, you are nothing but a child.” He turns and walks away from me.
The feeling of being insignificant buckles my knees.
I have so much anger living inside me, so much of it unresolved. From what my friends did to me while I lived in California, it is easy to take it out on Michaela. She’s a glutton right now, a target that I could lob negativity at because she is the focus of so much bad. But this moment burned hollow by Whisper’s rage.
Ali Lucia Sky is the author of The Powers That Be series. She lives in Southern California with her husband and a house full of kitty cats and a yard full of crows.
She loves laughing, drinking good coffee, the smell of pizza, and supporting animal rescues.
When she isn’t writing or dreaming of new stories, she can be found planning her next vacation because traveling is LIFE.
If you encounter her in the wild, don’t be offended if she should run away. She’s timid with strangers, but can be plied with shiny things and pictures of your cat or dog.
Kay swore an oath to use her Shadows to guard the light—an oath she takes very seriously. So, when a dark Shadow arises to terrorize London, she steps up and fights back. The last thing she expects is to find herself being patched up by a sexy paramedic who has no idea what kind of power he could control… or for her Shadows to recognize him as their perfect match.
Ethan doesn’t trust easily—not in matters of love, and certainly not in… whatever supernatural secrets Kay’s mixed up in. But the more time they spend together, the more he realizes he needs her with an intensity he’s never known before. Accepting her crazy, Shadow-filled world will be difficult. Opening his heart to her… he’s afraid that might be a step too far.
But the dark Shadows are growing. Their enemy is powerful—and closer than anyone realizes. Can Kayleigh and Ethan claim their happily ever after? Or will the darkness claim them first?
Shadow Guardian, the first book on the Blood Shadows Trilogy, is an adult paranormal romance for readers who love fated mates, fast-paced adventure and plenty of spice. Each book in the trilogy follows a different couple and has its own guaranteed HEA. The story concludes in book three.
“Okay, you need proof… something visual….” Kay looked around the room, checking that no one was watching, and then faced him once more. “Don’t freak out, okay.”
“Do I look like I freak out easily?” Ethan asked.
No, she didn’t think he usually would. But still. “I’m willing to bet this could be the first time. Sit quietly, look for Shadows, and don’t freak out.”
She turned Ethan’s hand over so that she was holding it, palm open on top of hers and hidden from the rest of the room by the vase of spring flowers on their table. Then, with her other hand, she gently called a small Shadow.
She deftly rolled her hand, twisting her fingers to form a miniature person-shaped Shadow, and put him down to sit in Ethan’s palm. It was a trick that she, James, and Zach had perfected years ago.
Ethan’s eyes shot open, and he pushed his chair back hard, about to stand and, no doubt, run a million miles. But Kay held tight to his hand, looked up at him, and grinned. “You told me you wouldn’t freak out.”
He settled back into his seat slowly, shoulders tense, staring at his hand.
She turned a finger and the Shadow puppet stood up and walked around on Ethan’s hand a few times. She gave him a little shooing motion, and he walked up along Ethan’s arm and back down to his palm again. Then she twirled her finger and he turned around a couple of times before curling up and going to sleep.
Ethan looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh, scream, or call an asylum. “What the hell is that?”
“A Shadow.”
Ethan shook his head. “What. The. Fuck. Is. In. My. Hand?”
“You are freaking out!” She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out. “Don’t be such a baby.”
His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. Being laughed at was obviously not something he was used to.
Kay gently picked up the Shadow puppet and then tossed her hand up to release him. She allowed him to dissipate into thin smoky tendrils and held out her empty hand to Ethan. Okay, so it was a bit heavy on the theatrics, but it wasn’t as if she ever got to show off. It was the most fun she’d had in ages. She leaned back, feeling pretty pleased with herself, even with Ethan’s death glare boring into her over the table.
Jennie Lynn Roberts believes that every strong, kickass heroine should have control of her own story, a swoony hero to support her at every turn, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Because that doesn’t always happen in real life, she began creating her own worlds that work just the way they should. And she hasn’t looked back since.
Jennie would rather be writing than doing anything else—except for spending time with her gorgeous family, of course. But when she isn’t building vibrant new worlds, she can be found nattering with friends, baking up a storm, or strolling in the woods around her home in England.
If you want to talk books, romance, movies, reluctant heroes, or just about anything else with Jennie, feel free to contact her atwww.jennielynnroberts.com. But be prepared to settle in for a long chat if you bring up shifters, vampires, Star Wars, or The Princess Bride….
