Sent back to his homeland to investigate the disappearance of psychic children, Darius Curilian must face the haunting truths of his past. In a remote village, Darius and his team arrive too late to stop a kidnapping but discover a beautiful stranger who could hold the key to finding the missing children.
A self-defined loner, fire breathes in Emma Williams’ soul, setting her apart from everyone her whole life. When she tries to save a child in danger, she falls into Darius’s unwilling arms. As she is pulled into the dark world of the Quytel, she and Darius must overcome his past if they have a chance of survival.
About Jane S. Morrissey
Jane Morrissey is a paranormal romance writer who loves romance, magic, and writing. Her paranormal romantic mysteries will keep you reading late into the night. Jane spends her time writing, enjoying the glorious California Coast near her home and spending as much time as she can with family and friends.
Given a choice, I’d date a woman who doesn’t know who I am.
Like the blue-eyed woman I meet on sidewalk, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The one who triggers what my overprotective older brothers call my “Everhart
Complex”—the uncontrollable urge to erase someone else’s pain.
This little character flaw could shred me if I let it.
That’s why I don’t do family law. But it’s who I am. Who I became after my
Nothing says “successful adult” like living with my
grandfather and having my little sister as my boss. But with my acting career
stalled and my checking account in single digits, playing receptionist at
Beesley Enterprises is a bearable humiliation.
Until he walks into the office. The man I met on the
sidewalk on the worst night of my career. Mr. I’m-Going-To-Fix-Your-Life—as if
I’d let him. Because just for a moment, I felt safe. I felt something besides
numbness. And dammit, if I let my ice queen façade crack, I’ll be worse than
back to square one. I could fall off the edge entirely…
Finally, I’ve got a chance to prove I belong undercover, not
riding a support desk. Or making babies to please my abuela. My job is to save
the babies. The children disappearing down NYC’s human trafficking rathole.
I’ll use any legal connection to do it. My horoscope warned
me no to give in to blind impulse, but god help me, Harrison Everhart makes me
want to close my eyes and leap. That would be the biggest mistake of my career.
Maybe my life.
I work the kind of high-intelligence security that bends the
law forward, backward, and sideways to let New Yorkers live in blissful
ignorance. But maybe it’s time for some remedial training, because one minute,
Luna Galvez is lighting up my darkness with her angel eyes.
The next, she’s kicking my ass.
Skills like hers are wasted in the FBI. Whether she likes it
or not, from now on, we’re partners. Because after my ex-Ranger brothers and I
help her nail the bad guys, I’m putting her on the payroll. And by my
All I’ve ever wanted was for someone to choose me. My mother
didn’t. My father didn’t. The beautiful boy next door, who grew up to marry me,
didn’t. Neither did the next man with whom I thought my heart was safe.
Back in the Bay area, three thousand miles from New York
City, I can start fresh. Become one with the sea again, rise or fall on the
tide of my own choices. But on the first day of my bright new life, the darkest
shadows of my past follow me through my office door. The two men whose names
are definitely not on my five-year plan.
If I let it consume me—my need for one man, my love for the
other—the darkness will swallow me whole. I can’t let that happen. Not again.
This time, the waves of emotion crashing against my heart won’t drown me. This
time, I get to choose my happy ending.
Claudia grew up with a childhood
that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera.
She lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household
filled with three confused dogs, her geek husband, two daughters wrought with
fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works
continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she
consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity
Tola grew up as an only child in the suburb of Chicago. Gloomy days was all Tola could see ahead of her as financial woes slowly crept into her life with the death of her stepfather and the imminent death of her cancer-stricken mother.
Unexpectedly, the father she never knew she had appears. His royal destiny becomes hers. How will it change Tola's life? Will she find the shackles of royalty too much to bear?
In her search for comfort she chances upon a love so powerful she's willing to gamble everything and change her destiny. The fight to secure both her love and her crown will demand more than her love and her family are willing to give.
Two weeks earlier
After checking in at the lobby, I went upstairs to the apartment. A motherly looking lady, possibly in her fifties, opened the door with a bright smile.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Romana, but everyone calls me Mrs. R.”
“Hi, I’m Aly, the nurse’s assistant.” I showed her the laminated badge Leah had made for me.
“Yes, please come in. Mr. Ellis is sleeping right now.”
She welcomed me in. I walked into the modernly decorated room definitely a bachelor space, no doubt. I looked around the wide living room with large windows and fantastic view.
“Come with me. I’ll show you your room and around the house.”
I nodded and followed her. She led me into a simple-style bedroom, and as I placed my bag on the bed, she showed me the connecting bathroom. I followed her around the house as she showed me the other bedrooms and Mr. Ellis’s office.
“Please don’t go in his office unless he calls you or sends you there. He’s very particular about that.”
I nodded my understanding.
Once back in the kitchen, she showed me his medications and instructions. He’d just come home from the hospital earlier that day from an outpatient surgery of his knee. He was going to need someone in the house with him.
I listened carefully as she explained his routine. She’d be here for a few hours during the day to clean and prepare his food. My job, as she explained, was to care for him when she wasn’t there.
“Since you are here during the day, why does he need me here full-time?” I asked.
“Well, I may need to go out during my hours here to complete errands, and I also cannot spend the night. Besides, I agree with his mother that we’ll all feel better knowing someone is here all day to help him without having to worry about hours.”
I nodded my understanding.
Mrs. R. was very pleasant, and she made me feel at home for the first time since my mom had died. I hadn’t realized how I had missed the motherly attention.
She was starting to talk about simple stuff. It was nice talking to her about school and everyday life. She made me lunch, and we laughed together at funny stuff. We had just cleaned up our plates when I heard a deep voice interrupt our conversation.
“Mrs. R, I need my meds, please.”
“Coming” she responded. She turned to me after grabbing the pain meds and bottle of juice. “He’s a big baby. Can’t take medicine with water unless it is flavored. Come with me so you can meet him.”
I followed her, heading to his room. She knocked gently; then entered. I had no expectation of him—after all, there wasn’t a picture of him in the living room, and I hadn’t stepped into his office. All I knew was he was young and fresh out of knee surgery. Nothing could have prepared me for the earth knocking me off my axis when I laid eyes on him.
I was no virgin. That part had gone out the door in my eighteenth year on Earth. Even with my dad’s overbearing love, I had kissed a few frogs in college. Not a relationship; just a few un-princess worthy moments in the sack.
But this one with his left leg resting on pillows and his knee wrapped in bandage, leaning his upper body on the headboard in a crinkled white undershirt and board shorts, his muscular, sculptured arm revealing some of the toned body and tan hidden by the shirt, his short black hair roughened from sleep… As my eyes fixated on his masculine face, the sexy gray eyes with full lashes that shouldn’t be on a man-captured my eyes. Clean-shaved face with lips that looked like they were begging me for a kiss. Time stood still as I gazed at him.
Mrs. R spoke, making us break our gaze of each other. “Kyle, here is your Motrin.”
Only then did I notice she had moved around while my eyes had been fixated on him. He accepted the meds, swallowed them, then returned his eyes to me.
“Meet Aly, your nurse’s aide. She will be helping you when I’m not around,” Mrs. R said.
My three easy weeks had just gotten downright messy. Three weeks with him was going to be very dangerous for my mind and body. I would have introduced myself, but I stood, tongue-tied, not sure what to say to him.
“Ms. Aly,” he expressed in an icy tone.
“Hi, Mr. Ellis pleased to meet you,” I responded.
His tone snapped me out any crazy fantasy of us I might have had.
“Aly, make sure I get my next set of Motrin in four hours. If I’m sleeping, wake me. I can’t stand this pain, and I hope Mrs. R has filled you in on my expectations.”
“Yes, she has.”
“Would you like to eat now, Kyle?” asked Mrs. R.
“No,” he replied.
Mrs. R began adjusting his pillows as she spoke. “You know, not eating isn’t an option for me. Unless you want me to start feeding a grown man like you,” she said in that motherly tone that gave one no option.
“Fine. Bring me what you have,” he grumbled.
“Now that is more like it.” She turned to me. “Come on, Aly.”
Ade Akinosho resides in Schaumburg IL, after living two and a half years in Dubai, with her husband and four children. A move she says gave her the opportunity to meet interesting and amazing people. By day, Ade considers herself Mom/house driver taking care of her children and by night she lets her imagination run wide writing romance novels where she feels she is literary seating in the room with her characters.
Ade is a Linguistics and English major who went on to the business operations world with an MBA. Now back to her original passion for writing, something she started doing at the age of 10, Ade describes herself as a voracious reader, lover of the art of words and a traveler. She is known to scribble on just about anything that comes away when the words fill her mind. Publishing her first novel Falsified is a dream come true for someone who has always had a passion for writing and love for reading.
When she is not busy driving or fulfilling an activity for her children, you can always find her reading a book, binging on chocolate or checking out interesting places in the world.
It heats the blood, causes the heart to race, and messes with
the making of rational decisions. A person, may, for example, find themselves
saying “I do” to a near-stranger on an impulsive overnight in Sin City.
The next morning, an aghast Connor Montgomery and Jojo
Thatcher stare at each other over the tangled bed sheets. How had this
happened? Neither is eager to acknowledge they followed a reckless urge and got
hitched. Surely, it’s a bad nightmare.
Or maybe, just maybe, the beginning of a dream come true.
My Quickie Wedding is book three in the Heartbreak Hotel
series and is a STANDALONE NOVELLA.
Christie Ridgway is a California native and
author of over forty-five contemporary romances. A six-time RITA finalist and
USA Today bestselling author, she writes sexy, emotional reads starring
determined heroines and the men who can’t help but love them. She has a Career
Achievement award from RT Book Reviews and twice has received their Reviewer’s
Choice award for best contemporary romance of the year. Married to her college
sweetheart, Christie lives in Southern California in a house filled with boys
and pets. She writes as an escape from sports equipment, football on TV, and
Life never felt dangerous to me. She did.
The moment Scarlett Rose appeared in the window of her parents’ dance studio, twirling like a beautiful figurine in a music box, she became mine. Irrevocably. I claimed her, per sempre.
She became the day to my night, illuminating secrets better left to the impenetrable darkness that surrounded me. She knew me better than I knew the lines of my own hands, though I had never confessed to her whose blood ran through my veins, the famiglia that I belonged to.
She was as delicate as a butterfly in the hands of a monster.
My legacy created a savage beast that lurked beneath my skin, ready to battle for family and honor, but he only went to war for one—her.
There was one catch, an arrangement she didn’t know about. I had agreed to send her away so that she could follow her stars. She had to do the one thing she was always destined to do. Dance. Though I had never truly let her go. She had become as vital as my heart.
And now, I was back to retrieve what had always belonged to me—my ballerina girl.
Book II in a seven-part Mafia Romance saga.
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California). Her passion for writing began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightning bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. She currently resides in Texas (where everything really is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their three peculiar dogs, Boudreaux, Tabasco, and Vanna Loo (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
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