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Release Blast - Call To Redemption

 

 

 

Call to Redemption Blurb:

 

The Poseidon team are hard-bodied, fiercely competitive Navy SEALs. But when a sensitive mission goes disastrously wrong, three of the team's finest will have to trust their hearts and instincts to uncover the truth… 

 

No strings. No questions. Just pleasure. For a few blissful days, Lieutenant Commander Nic Savino is enjoying a wild fling with the sexiest stranger he's ever laid eyes—or any other body part—on. It's almost enough to make the stalwart SEAL let down his guard for once. Until he learns that assistant US attorney Darby Raye—his Darby—is heading an investigation designed to destroy him…and Poseidon.

 

The gorgeous eyes that Darby spent her nights gazing into are now glaring at her across a courtroom. This case could build her career, but if Nic's not a traitor, then he's being framed by forces powerful enough to eliminate every obstacle in their way. And the tentative trust she and Nic are rebuilding—as well as their very lives—could become collateral damage…

 

 

Call to Redemption Purchase Links:

 

http://tawnyweber.com/CtR

Amazon: http://tawnyweber.com/CRaz1

B&N: http://tawnyweber.com/CRbn1

iBooks: http://tawnyweber.com/CRiB1

Kobo: http://tawnyweber.com/CRk1

Harlequin: http://tawnyweber.com/CRh1

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author Tawny Weber Links:

 

Website: http://tawnyweber.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/TawnyWeber.RomanceAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/TawnyWeber

 

 

 

 

CALL TO REDEMPTION Excerpt:

 

The woman simply stared, those anime eyes assessing for a long moment before she smiled.

 

So, Dominic? What do you recommend?”

 

He started to correct her. He was only Dominic to a few stubborn holdouts in his family. Everyone else had called him Nic since he was ten. But there was something about the way she said his name, the syllables rolling off her tongue, that stayed his words.

 

Are you a fan of fluffy drinks?” he asked instead.

 

Only inasmuch as I can now say I’ve had one,” she responded with a laugh.

 

Then I recommend we get to know each other better over a real drink.”

 

Define real.”

 

Nic’s smile widened. He leaned back in the chair and prepared to enjoy himself. As he did, he noted that the band was setting up. Within twenty minutes of tuning up, the lanai would be crowded with bodies boogying to the island beat.

 

Real, as in not decorated with flowers. If you’re hungry, the food down here is good. Simple, upscale from the usual bar choices.” He tapped the menu she’d yet to check out. “I can recommend the taco platter. The chef has a way with pork and pineapple.”

 

Mmm.” She drew one long finger over the menu but didn’t pull it closer or try to open it. “Any other recommendations?”

 

A few came to mind, but it seemed a little early in the evening to suggest naked dancing. Yeah. His gaze swept over her curves. He’d bet she’d look damn good at it.

 

But he had no clue if she could dance.

 

He should find that out, first.

 

That, and her name.

 

The band is solid and you’ve got a good seat for the show. But if you were more interested in a quiet dinner watching the sun set over the ocean, you might want to try the third-floor restaurant.” He indicated the spiral staircase she’d descended earlier. “The view is worth the climb.”

 

Is that a fact?”

 

Yes, ma’am, it is. Call it my public service announcement for the evening.”

 

That teased a hint of a smile out of her. One she quickly hid by sipping her drink.

 

Do you do that often? Serve the public and help them avoid overly loud dinners?”

 

You could say I’ve made a career of it.”

 

Do tell.” Her body language was subtly flirtatious, but even with those huge eyes locked on his face, he couldn’t read her well enough to know if that was a green light or a cautious yellow.

 

Nic didn’t brag about what he did, but he didn’t hide it, either. Simply put, there was nothing relaxing about talking about his work. Not right now. Not when just thinking about it felt like a blow to the chest, leaving him breathless and empty.

 

So he sidestepped.

 

Let’s just say I’m gifted at seeing my way around any variety of obstacles while engineering the successful outcome that serves people of all walks of life.”

 

Check him, he thought, grinning. He could have a future in politics. Or with the Navy brass, which was sometimes the same thing.

 

Well, that’s intriguingly vague,” she said with a laugh.

 

Intriguing enough to tempt you to have dinner with me?”

 

Narrowing those eyes in a cautious way that made him want to know all of her secrets, she gave him a considering look before offering the smallest of shrugs.

 

I’d hate to let your public service announcement go to waste. And this will give you time to tell me all about how you serve people with engineered outcomes.”

 

Instead of answering, he held out his hand to help her to her feet. As soon as her slender fingers were tucked in his, he changed the subject. Walking up the stairs to the restaurant, he shared the family story of how his uncle and father had collected every single shell that was embedded in the airy spiral staircase.

 

He wasn’t going to talk about his career.

 

He was on leave, and for the first time in his life, he was focusing on his wants. His needs. And right now, he needed to simply be a man.

 

One evening wouldn’t hurt, he told himself, ignoring the stabbing sense of disloyalty.

Not if that one evening brought him even an iota of solace against the pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Release Day Blast - A SEAL's Surprise

 

 

 

A SEAL’s Surprise Blurb:

 

A SEAL’s Surprise is the third novella in New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Tawny Weber’s Sexy SEAL novella series, companion stories to her Bestselling Sexy SEAL series of novels.
 
Even when all his buddies are jumping ship, one sexy SEAL is determined to keep his vow…
 
Charting her course…


Successful event planner Macy Berk plans to make her friend’s Valentine’s week wedding the event of the year. She’s not about to let the bride’s brother mess anything up. Especially since he’s the one who unceremoniously dumped her because of his misguided vow that his commitment to being a Navy SEAL would trump his commitment to any relationships. She has a plan to ensure smooth sailing for the wedding week…
 
Stormy waters ahead…


Petty Officer Eli Spencer is determined to keep his distance from everyone in order to avoid voicing the unpopular opinion that this wedding is a huge mistake. When they committed to becoming SEALs, he and his buddies made a vow to one another: being a SEAL would allow no room for distractions like relationships. But now all his buddies are jumping aboard the love boat…
 
Man overboard…


Most women try to avoid the lover who jilted them. But Macy’s plan is simple: seduce Eli until he’s too worn out to ruin anything—but still has enough energy left to admit he was wrong to put his love of duty before his love for her. Until she realizes just how dangerous loving a SEAL could be, for both of them. But being a SEAL means being strong, including strong enough to admit he may have been wrong…

 

A SEAL’s Surprise Purchase Links:

 


 Amazon ~ B&N ~ iBooks ~ Kobo ~ Google Play 

 

 

Find Tawny Weber Online:

 

Website ~ Facebook ~ Twitter

 

 

 

 


A SEAL’s Surprise excerpt:

 

“Why am I against Blaire getting married?” Eli asked.

 

Macy’s only response was to tilt her head to the side. The wind grabbed all that long, silky hair, sending it flying around her face in a silken dance.

 

“I’m all for her getting married. It’s my little sister marrying a SEAL that I’m against.”

 

“You’ve made your feelings very clear.” Her words were as cold as the ocean-tinged air.

 

“But thankfully, Sam and Blaire didn’t let some stupid prejudice keep them from believing in love.”

 

“How thankful will Blaire be when she’s stuck home alone for months at a time? How’s that going to go when Sam gets back after a long deployment and can’t tell her a thing about where he’s been or what he’s been doing? How long does a relationship stand that sort of distance?” Swallowing the bitterness coating his throat, Eli stared out at the water. With the sun set, there was no defense against the biting chill, which fit his mood perfectly.

 

“You don’t know—”

 

“Yes. I do know. I know that Sam is going to be training in ways he’s never done before. I know there will be demands on his body, on his mind, on his commitment. I know he’s going to face one hell of a lot in the next ten years.” Including death. He didn’t put those words out there, though. He couldn’t. “Now, because he’s marrying her, he’s going to force my sister to face all of that, too. Only she gets to do it blindfolded.”

 

He didn’t bother looking toward Macy. He knew she didn’t get it. Apparently, nobody did. Eli had spent his life trying to be the hero, but in this situation, he was clearly the bad guy. Wasn’t that enough to be pissed off about?

 

He heard the rustle behind him and figured Macy was walking away. He sighed, but couldn’t find the energy to shrug. But he damn near jumped out of his boots when he felt her hand on his back.

 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured when he looked at her. Her eyes brimming with sympathy, she gave him a sweet smile. “I know how much you care about your family.”

 

“I don’t like seeing people I care about hurting,” he said quietly, wishing he had the right words to make her understand. If he could, she might forgive him for leaving her all those years back.

 

Suddenly, he wanted that forgiveness almost as much as he wanted her. Need hit him, hard and fast, as she leaned closer to brush her lips over his cheek. She might have meant the gesture to be sweet, he didn’t know. But the way her breasts pressed against his arm made it purely sexy.

 

“I want you,” he admitted out of the blue, his eyes locked on hers.

 

He waited for her to laugh in his face. To sneer or deride his desire. He’d deserve it.
Instead, she wet her lips and gave him a long, bone-melting look that sent a shaft of heat spiraling through his body. Then she smiled. A wicked quirk of her lips that warned that things were going to get a whole lot hotter.

 

“Then take me.”

 

 

 

 

A SEAL's Surprise (Sexy SEAL Series Book 3)A SEAL's Surprise by Tawny Weber
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 3rd book in the Sexy SEAL series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding of the series, I recommend reading them in order.

Macy knows she will see her ex again. She is planning his sister's wedding event. Thinking about him makes her hot. Seeing him will be worse. Is she ready?

Eli wants to get his buddies to see reason. Getting married goes against everything their younger selves wanted. After seeing the love of his life again will he still feel the same?

This story seemed like so much more than it was. Such fun characters. Seriously HOT story.


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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Release Blast - Irresistible You
 
 
Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise 
and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, 
and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.
 
 
IRRESISTIBLE YOU
Chicago Rebels #1
Kate Meader
Releasing Aug 14, 2017
PocketStar
 
 
Hot in Chicago series author Kate Meader returns with her all new, scorching Chicago Rebels hockey series, featuring her signature “steamy sex scenes, colorful characters, and riveting dialogue” (Romantic Times). Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.

Harper Chase has just become the most powerful woman in the NHL after the death of her father Clifford Chase, maverick owner of the Chicago Rebels. But the team is a hot mess—underfunded, overweight, and close to tapping out of the league. Hell-bent on turning the luckless franchise around, Harper won’t let anything stand in her way. Not her gender, not her sisters, and especially not a veteran player with an attitude problem and a smoldering gaze designed to melt her ice-compacted defenses.

Veteran center Remy “Jinx” DuPre is on the downside of a career that’s seen him win big sponsorships, fans’ hearts, and more than a few notches on his stick. Only one goal has eluded him: the Stanley Cup. Sure, he’s been labeled as the unluckiest guy in the league, but with his recent streak of good play, he knows this is his year. So why the hell is he being shunted off to a failing hockey franchise run by a ball-buster in heels? And is she seriously expecting him to lead her band of misfit losers to a coveted spot in the playoffs?

He’d have a better chance of leading Harper on a merry skate to his bed…

 
**Special release week price of just $1.99 **

 
 
 
 
 

Excerpt from Irresistible You
© Kate Meader

 

He looked uncomfortable standing there, balancing on his skates, ready to spring for the door. But she knew he wouldn’t sit while she stood because his mother had raised him to respect women. Something fluttered in her chest at that notion. DuPre might be a lot of things—ladies’ man, good ol’ boy, thorn in her side—but she suspected he would never hurt someone weaker than himself.

 

You’ve got three minutes, Harper.”

 

Do you remember what I told you in Boston, DuPre?”

 

Somethin’ about needin’ me to instill leadership and help these boys get to the playoffs.” Warm honey flowed through her veins at the timbre of his voice. She could have sworn her panties slipped an inch.

 

I did say that. I meant it. And I thought you understood.”

 

He rubbed his chin, the scrape against stubble delicious to her ears. All he was missing was a Stetson, a blade of grass, and some flighty piece in a cropped tank and Daisy Dukes. “I understood the words because you’d put them together in a highly entertainin’ way, and to certain ears, they might make sense. Then I told you what needed to happen to ensure my cooperation.”

 

This nonsense stopped here. “Is that why you’re playing like you can barely walk, much less skate? What’s wrong, old man? Feeling a touch of arthritis in your joints?”

 

For a brief moment, she thought she might have found his weakness: vanity. But no. He merely threaded his arms over his chest—over the Rebels logo of a big C with a hockey stick and a cutlass crossed behind it—and cocked his head.

 

You’re gonna have to use a little more finesse, Harper.”

 

More surprising than the fact Remy had used the word finesse correctly in a sentence was that he didn’t seem annoyed with her. He seemed . . . amused. As if she were a toy he could happily bat around like a kitten would a semiconscious mouse.

 

Applause sounded, signifying the beginning of the final period. Neither of them moved, hands metaphorically hovering at their hips like Old West gunfighters.

 

The trade deadline,” she said, feeling livid and helpless. “Give me that.”

 

The all-star game.”

 

Three months. The all-star game, held in late January, was traditionally viewed as the halfway point of the season. On the cusp of the busy trade period, it led into a month of bartering and haggling as everyone lined up their teams for the big push to the playoffs.

 

At her hesitation, he leaned in, those cobalt blues flashing. It wasn’t enough to unholster her gun; she should have already taken her shot, and that delay was her undoing.

 

Would you rather three months of my full effort or a whole season of my skatin’ like I’m playin’ squirt hockey?”

 

You can’t seriously be reducing this to a game of ‘would you rather’?”

 

His voice dropped to an intimate tone, her panties another inch with it. “If you shake on it now, I’ll begin that full effort tonight.”

 

The siren blared in the distance, followed by the home crowd’s roar. Five zip. Harper didn’t enjoy being blackmailed, but she enjoyed losing even less.

 

She thrust her hand forward impatiently. He took it in his firm grasp. That electricity setting her skin aflame was her body telling her she’d made the right decision. Nothing else.

 

You have a game to finish.”

 

He held on, and now he inclined his head so close she could count each and every one of those pretty-boy eyelashes. Her pulse rate spiked, and she was certain he could sense it. Sense her heart thumping rabbit kicks, her vein pulsing in her throat.

 

We’ve shaken on it now, minou, so don’t you dare think about welshing. I might sound like I spend my spare time spitballin’ from the rockin’ chair on my porch, but don’t let my accent fool you none. I’m not the kind of man you want for an enemy. We clear?”

 

She might have rolled her eyes if she wasn’t just a wee bit impressed by his chutzpah. Still, he needed to be informed that while he might have won this battle, the war was far from over.

 

Try not to trip on your way to the rink, DuPre.”

 

He laughed, deep and robust, clearly delighted with himself. Idiot. His thumb pressed against her inner wrist, and a crackle of energy leeched from him into her body.

 

You feel that, Harper?”

 

She snatched back her hand. “If you mean my goodwill evaporating with every second you’re standing here, then, yeah, I feel it.”

 

I think we’re havin’ a thing.”

 

They were. Oh, God, they were. “Why are you still here again?”

 

His mouth curved. “Lady, I got the distinct feelin’ these next few months are gonna be fun.”

 

He picked up his stick and, with more grace than a six-foot-two brute wearing skates on dry land should possess, he left the locker room.

 

 

Irresistible You (Chicago Rebels, #1)Irresistible You by Kate Meader
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The Chicago Rebels series continues with the story about Remy and Harper. This book can be read as a standalone novel. To avoid spoilers, and for full understanding of the series, I recommend reading this hot series in order.

Harper has had many emotional blows in a row. Trying to be a good team owner, she makes the decisions based solely on what the team needs. Always sacrificing her own needs to keep the team solid.

Remy had thought he would finish his career on a winning team. Never thinking he would be traded at the eleventh hour. Also not sure what to do about his feelings for his new boss. They do not even get along most of the time.

Such a great addition to the series! A very slow burn, and you know how I love those. So many surprises in this story to enhance the read. Hockey is always scrumptious to read about, and with a very hot couple who cannot stop touching each other - HOT!


***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and its publishers.

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Originally from Ireland, USA Today bestselling author Kate Meader cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Harlequins thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she’s there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
 

 
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Release Blast - Can't Stop Lovin' You
 
Brawley must find a way to convince Maggie 
that their one true home is with each other.
 
 
CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU
Maverick Junction #3
Lynnette Austin
Forever

 

 
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
 
Maggie Sullivan can't wait to get out of Texas. Luckily, she just got the break she needed to make her big-city dreams a reality. But then Brawley Odell swaggers back into Maverick Junction, looking hotter than ever in his dusty cowboy boots and well-worn jeans. He's the guy she still dreams of at night. The guy who broke her heart when he left her behind.
 
Fed up with city life, Brawley jumps at the chance to return home and take over the local vet's practice—and get back to the smart, sassy woman he's never been able forget. He couldn't be prouder of Maggie's new wedding-dress business . . . until he realizes it may mean losing her all over again. Determined to win her back, Brawley must find a way to convince Maggie that their one true home is with each other.

NOW AVAILABLE IN PRINT!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Brawley Odell figured his life wouldn’t be worth one plug-nickel the second he stepped foot inside Maggie’s shop. Too damn bad. He hadn’t driven the thirty miles from Maverick Junction to back out now. He was goin’ in.

 

After all this time, he’d come home…and she was leaving.

 

He grasped the brass knob and shoulder-butted the oak door. It flew open, the bell overhead jangling. Maggie Sullivan, all that gorgeous red hair scooped into a jumbled mass, stood dead-center in the room. Dressed in a skirt and top the color of a forest at twilight, she held a fuzzy sweater up in front of her like a shield. Those amazing green eyes widened as he stormed in.

 

We need to talk.” He ignored the woman at the back of the store who flipped through a rack of tops.

 

What the—?”

 

He held up a hand. “Don’t speak. Not yet.”

 

Her mouth opened, then closed.

 

Anger boiled in him, but he needed to find some modicum of control. Taking a deep breath, he held it for the count of ten, then slowly released it. “Did you plan on telling me?”

 

Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

 

You’re invited to New York City for a showing of your new line, and you don’t share that with me? I have to learn about it secondhand?”

 

Last I heard this wasn’t about you, Brawley. In fact, my life, my business has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

 

His jaw clenched. “Anything that affects you is my business, Mags.”

 

She snorted. “Get real, Odell. You gave up any and all rights years ago.” Her head tilted. “Why are you even interested? You want to attend so you can show off your latest Dallas Cowboy cheerleader? Maybe order her trousseau?”

 

He shot her a deadly look, one that had made grown men back away.

 

Not Maggie. She actually took a couple steps toward him. The woman had no survival instincts. Another reason she had no business heading off to New York alone.

 

She tapped a scarlet-tipped finger on her chin. “Oh, that’s right. There’d be no trousseau for your honey, would there? Maybe a weekend-fling outfit for your date du jour? A one-night-stand set of lacy lingerie.”

 

Shut up, Maggie.”

 

Make me.” Her eyes flashed.

 

This time the look in his eyes must have warned her she’d treaded too close to the edge. She stepped back.

 

You challenging me, Maggie?”

 

When she wet her lips, his gaze dropped to her mouth, followed the tip of her pink tongue as it darted out.

 

Only one way I could ever get you quiet,” he said.

 

Her hand shot up. “Don’t even think about it.”

 

No thought required. Been wanting to do this a long time now.” He closed the distance between them and dropped his mouth to hers. Fire. Smoke. Hell, a full-out volcanic eruption.

 

 

 

 

Can't Stop Lovin' You (Maverick Junction, #3)Can't Stop Lovin' You by Lynnette Austin
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book is # 3, in the Maverick Junction series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment, and to avoid spoilers, I recommend reading this series in order.

Brawley is moving back to his hometown. He wants to take back the one who got away. Only she is about to make a second slip right through his fingers. Again. Can the secrets of the past be overcome to find the happiness they deserve?

Maggie is finally getting her dreams to come true with this big move to New York. While it is far from her Texas home, it provides opportunity and customers she needs to get her dress designing firmly off the ground. What she may pay in the end is a different story.

This series is just as sweet as it is sassy. This book was the one I held my breath for. Let me tell you, it is absolutely worth it! Characters like these, are why I read romance. They have the spark about to ignite, and just need a little flame.


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Lynnette Austin, a recovering middle school teacher, loves long rides with the top down and the music cranked up, the Gulf of Mexico when a storm is brewing, chocolate frozen custard, anything by Blake Shelton, Chris Young, and Thomas Rhett, and sitting in her local coffee shop reading and enjoying an iced coffee. She and her husband divide their time between Southwest Florida's beaches and Georgia's Blue Ridge Mountains. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart takes her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their business, for better or worse. Writing for Grand Central and Sourcebooks, she’s published twelve novels and is at work on a new series.
 

 

 


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Release Blast - Digital Velocity
 
 
The deadliest weapons are the ones we never see.
 
 
DIGITAL VELOCITY
McAllister Justice #1
Reily Garrett
Releasing July 10, 2017
 
 
The deadliest weapons are the ones we never see.
 
Keyboard prodigy, Lexi Donovan has risen from teenage orphan of the streets to complete independence with little help along the way. When a pervert threatens her friend, she sends an anonymous message to police, leading to a firefight that leaves a cop wounded.
 
Detective Ethan McAllister’s well-ordered life turned upside down the day an obscure text message led to a sexual predator’s identity and arrest. Since then, Callouston PD’s finest can’t trace the elusive hacker. The latest tip leads him to a brutal mutilation and a riddle  indicating the identity of the next murder victim.
 
The dark net houses a playground for the morally depleted and criminally insane. When Lexi discovers the killer’s digital betting arena, she finds herself centered in a cyber stalker’s crosshairs, a psychopath bearing equal talent.
 
Street life strengthened Lexi while toughening her protective shell, but nothing could shield her from the shrewd detective forging a path to her heart.
 
Digital Velocity is a fast-paced romantic suspense thriller that sophisticatedly weaves drama, excitement, grit, raw emotions and mystery. Garrett takes her readers on a journey where suspense and romance are taken up several notches as she unfolds and reveals the identity of a murderer that is on the loose. With her vivid prose, Garrett entices readers to see the bond that is brewing between Detective Ethan McAllister and his unlikely informant.” - RT Book Reviews
 
 
 
 
 

 

I move frequently—but gain no distance.

I am warm, moist, and dark but give no comfort.

I can stretch and shrink, giving or taking at will, bringing both pain and pleasure with each.

 

If God wanted you to tie the knot, he’d give you a near-death experience to better appreciate life, along with a craving for procreation. Then he’d smother your soul with the essence of venison, squirrel, frog legs, taters, or beer, to attract a likely counterpart from the sticks. No, wait. The latter has already happened, hasn’t it? Sorry.” Ethan narrowly kept his balance on the green-slicked, handmade bricks leading up the two-story, mauve-colored Victorian. If his 210-pound mass ended up sprawled on the steps, no doubt the picture would be splashed all over the precinct by noon with various unsavory captions.

 

Maybe you should try it. The stick up your ass has to cause at least minor discomfort.” Larrick’s early-morning snark was a common greeting.

 

Hey, I’m a normal guy.” Ethan glared over his shoulder.

 

Larrick snorted.

 

Still wet from our early-morning storm. Watch your step, it’s slippery.” Scanning the myriad amorphous shadows lurking in the wood line, realization struck that he and his partner were sitting ducks if a sniper perched among the loblolly pine and oak trees lining the front and side yards.

 

Larrick’s reply came in equal measure of soft tones. “Either that or a large flock of birds dropped in recently to help her redecorate. Great detective work.”

 

Bird droppings are—”

 

Sought after for facials. Especially the Japanese Nightingale shit.” Larrick grinned.

 

Only you would know that.” Ethan adjusted his tie, an acknowledgment of the apprehension filling his mind.

 

Are we whispering because your paranoid gut can’t assimilate food well enough to distinguish indigestion from an outside threat? This woman lives alone, gonna think we’re a couple of perverts and liable to shoot us.”

 

Word has it she’s a pacifist.”

 

Fine. You’re one to talk about signs—dragging my ass to a stranger’s house at this ungodly morning hour. I love knocking on a stranger’s door and asking, ‘Lady, are you all right? We’re police detectives who received an anonymous tip that you might have a hangnail. Perhaps we could lend you a pair of nail clippers…’ then ask if she needs the gutters cleaned.” Derision and humor warred for dominance in Larrick’s tone, yet his sharp gaze continually scanned the perimeter in consideration of his partner’s unarticulated hunch. Yin and yang, they fit together, a clean-cut detective and his partner whose hair length had passed regulation specs weeks ago.

 

You know this isn’t the first tip we’ve gotten, not to mention the fact that the other leads were solid and led to arrests. And while we’re at it, why don’t you step to the side? Standard police procedure when approaching an unknown situation.” Ethan turned sideways, standing by the door with his hand poised to knock on the solid oak. He hesitated. Moisture coated his palms, a rare occurrence. Scrutinizing the interior through the narrow sidelights yielded nothing more than expected. Elegantly upholstered furniture, gleaming hardwood floors, and delicate bric-a-brac adorning the thick mantle and each side table completed the sophisticated picture. “Don’t see any problem. Maybe she’s fallen and can’t get to a phone.”

 

You expected an old lady brandishing her curling iron? As for leads, I get mine from three-dimensional people while you get yours from a bunch of ones and zeroes. Why can’t our IT department trace your anonymous texts further than the loony bin? Though that’s probably appropriate since your secret admirer’s last present consisted of a flower basket bigger than my TV along with fur-lined cuffs. I’ve never laughed so hard I pissed myself. I thought that was hogwash, a myth made up by old ladies.” Larrick leaned over the iron railing to peer through the window. “Can’t see squat, bottom sill’s too high.”

 

As my partner, you’re supposed to have my back, not stab me in the back. You didn’t have to broadcast it through the whole department by hanging the cuffs from the sprinkler system with a bunch of roses twined in them. Now my brothers won’t let up, and I’ve been subscribed to every kinky magazine known to the publishing world. You think I should know why some whacko chose me for their personal marionette?” Ethan suppressed a shudder before his partner gained more verbal ammunition. If his suspicions were correct, his informant was in fact a beautiful enigma with waist-length, chestnut hair and an emerald gaze capable of melting steel.

 

Maybe because you were the youngest to make detective? Rising star, golden boy, and all that shit.”

 

No. Probably afraid your redneck ways would rub off on them, or maybe because I’m the biggest sap.” Ethan’s gut rumbled, more of a warning sign from a well-heeled intuition than hunger. “Larrick, this doesn’t feel right.” Behind him, the slide of metal on leather let him know his partner just palmed his Glock. Three years of working together circumvented the formality of dissecting gut reactions.

 

A creak of leather sole betrayed Larrick’s backtracking to scrutinize the surroundings. “Side windows are lower. I’ll take a look.”

 

Hood of her BMW is cold. Didn’t go anywhere recently.” Larrick’s harsh whisper halted a nearby squirrel scampering up a tree, its head cocked to one side while studying the strange human interlopers.

 

Sunshine warmed the first spring buds on the low shrubbery bordering the walkway to complete the idyllic setting. Nothing but peace and serenity, yet Ethan’s heart hammered against his ribcage like an aggressive punk drummer. With his partner disappearing around the corner, he again scanned the perimeter while the morning’s corrupted equanimity formed a sour wad in his chest. A lazy March breeze combed its cool fingers through his short hair while the deep foreboding received with the initial text message blossomed into multiple horrific scenarios, leaving one of them a corpse, their life’s essence forming macabre shapes on gleaming hardwood floors.

 

I see bare feet beyond the kitchen island. Toes up. Probably female.” Larrick’s disembodied whisper just provided probable cause. “Backup?”

 

 
 
 
 
 
Reily is a West Coast girl transplanted to the opposite shore. When she’s not working with her dogs, you can find her curled up with a book or writing her next story. Past employment as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.
 
Over time, and several careers, many incidents have flavored the plots of her stories. Man’s cruelty and ingenuity for torment and torture is boundless, not contained by an infinite imagination. Witnessing the after-effects of a teenager mugged at knifepoint for a pair of tennis shoes, or an elderly woman stabbed repeatedly with a screwdriver for no apparent reason, left an indelible impression that will forever haunt her subconscious. In counterpoint, she has observed a woman stop her vehicle in severe, snowy weather to offer her own winter coat to a stranger, a teenager wearing a threadbare hoodie. Life’s diversities are endless.
 
Though her kids are her life, writing is Reily’s life after. The one enjoyed after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with laptop and lapdog to give her imagination free rein.

In reading, take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four-legged). Life is short. Cherish your time.
 

 

 


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