Friday, January 31, 2020

#AuthorInterview - "Blind Trust" by Ann Raina

 Thank you for chatting with me today, Ann. Let's jump into the questions... 

What kind of research did you do for Blind Trust? Did you travel, use the Internet, speak with experts on a topic, etc? 
I used the Internet a lot, but also read books about the work of the FBI and had a chat with local police officers.

Do any of your characters take over and write the book themselves sometimes? Who? 
It’s the third book in the series with FBI Agent Nicolas Hayes and his lover, Jacklyn Hollander. It was to be expected that both main characters develop a life of their own. Writing them gets better and easier from one book to the next. More interesting, though, are the villains. Katherine, head of the bank robbers, is a very strict and bossy personality. She wasn’t meant to be, but to keep her brothers in check, she had to make decisions, even the harsh ones. She became a stronger character than I anticipated.

You said it’s the third book in the series. Are there more?
Yes, I contracted #4 this month, and I’m currently working on book #7. This time the agent and his girlfriend are in Maine. Of course, their vacation doesn’t run smoothly, and sooner than later they’re in deep trouble. My muse and I wanted to create a story that takes place in the wilderness—here we go!

What do you prefer: ebook or print? Why?
I’m old-fashioned. I like to have a book in my hands and turn pages. I admit that it’s better for the environment not to print books. Since many books are only read once, ebooks should be preferred.

How long have you been writing? When did you decide to become an author?
I wrote short stories while I attended elementary school. LOL. I haven’t stopped since. When the Internet became accessible everywhere, I wrote fanfiction stories, turning around the wonderful world of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. It was great to receive reviews, especially those lauding my original characters. I understood that I could create characters on my own and didn’t need to rely on those already known. Fanfiction was fun, though.

We all need a little inspiration in our lives. What’s your favorite quote and why? 
Carpe diem. Take what the day offers you. Make the best out of it. Always. We don’t know how long we live, so don’t waste time with things you don’t like or don’t want to do.

What is your favorite book? Favorite author?
 I’m a big fan of Tad Williams. I can’t count how often I read The War of the Flowers, and I’m sure I’ll read it again. The characters are so vivid; I enjoy their actions every time.

Besides writing and reading, what are some of your hobbies?
I own a horse, a beautiful gelding, and I’m on horseback whenever my spare time allows. I love to ride through the woods and think of many different things than writing. Having a horse means that I spend a lot of time outdoors and that’s good for me. My regular job contains a lot of stress, and spending time with my horse is like taking a vacation. 

About Blind Trust:


Two bank robberies, a bunch of criminals, and no clues to their identity. Will Nicolas and his new partner catch them before they can strike again?


Jacklyn could tell by the way Nicolas put down his backpack and took off his coat and shoes he’d had a stressful day. She cocked her head as she approached him, smiling tentatively. In the year they had been together, she’d learned to read the signs—how he walked in, how he doffed his clothes, how he looked at her. Right then, his eyes were bloodshot, his movements slow and weary. She worried he’d drop what he was holding, so she stood behind him and helped him peel off his suit jacket.
“Too much hard work, hmm?”
“You can’t imagine.” Nicolas pulled her in his arms and whispered in her hair. “But I’m glad I’m home.”
Jacklyn had goosebumps on her arms and a bad feeling in her stomach. “Did anything terrible happen?” They parted, and she put the jacket on a hanger.
“That depends.” He walked to the bathroom and left her no choice but to follow. He took off his dress shirt and pants and swayed on one foot to get rid of the socks. “I botched up catching three bank robbers, and Jason fell down the stairs at the metro and is in the hospital with an injured knee.” He glanced at her. “So, judge for yourself if it was terrible.”
She rubbed his shoulder gently. His muscles were tense, and he reeked of sweat. “I know you work hard and try your best, but... in my eyes, you are perfect. I’m glad Jason wasn’t hurt severely, and I’m convinced you’ll catch the bad guys. You’re good at your job, no matter what happened today.” She kissed him chastely, enjoying the stubble tickling her skin. “Take a shower, and I... or do you want me to stay?” She frowned at his begging gaze. “Just say it.”
Jacklyn bit her lower lip, trying and failing to suppress a smile. “As you wish.”
She took off her clothes and joined him in the shower. Standing behind him, she reached for the shower gel as he leaned against her, moaning quietly. He rolled his shoulders in the warm spray and grabbed her hips. Giggling because she had trouble reaching around him to pour gel in her hand, she kissed him between the shoulder blades, content with his reaction. He pressed his hands against the tiles and hung his head in the rain of water while she took pleasure in washing his body.
Never in her life, had she had a lover with such a trained physique—a man used to sports and martial arts, a man who kept himself lean and healthy without a woman urging him. Nicolas Hayes was six foot two, a gentleman, and a very talented special agent with the FBI, a fact she had learned to respect. In consequence, Jacklyn accepted his odd working hours, tiredness, and—occasionally—his bad moods. How-ever, after she had won him over, she hadn’t regretted a single day.
“If I scrub you any longer, your skin will peel off.”
He turned and wiped the water off his face. “We could change places.”
She burst out laughing. “Naw, it wasn’t me stinking like a bear after hibernation!”
“Oh, that’s how you see me? A bear? Thanks a lot!”
“Minus the fur, but—”
Nicolas pulled her close and kissed her. When they parted, he smiled and appeared much more at ease.
Jacklyn sighed. “I so love the way you make up for your grumpiness.”
He put his hands on her butt. “Do you want me to help you make dinner?”
She frowned and pointedly looked down along their touching bodies. “What kind of dinner are you talking about?”
He turned off the water. “The one with you being my dessert, which I—since it’s my choice—will devour before the main course.”
Jacklyn lifted her chin and raised her brows. “You’re talking about devouring me? What about me and my hunger? I’ve been deprived of your presence the whole day.” She fetched another kiss. “How hungry are you?”
His next kiss was the answer and then some, and Jacklyn melted in his arms.

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Ann Raina lives and works in Germany with cats and a horse. Riding and writing are her favorite hobbies. Her latest series, starting with Twisted Mind, is about an FBI agent, his demanding lover, and cases of violent crime. In all her books she combines romance, suspense, and humorous elements, for no thrilling story can stand without a comic relief.

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Thursday, January 30, 2020

#GuestPost and #BookSpotlight - "The Proposition" by Jan Selbourne

In 2015 I joined an Anzacs on the Western Front tour, visiting the Belgian and French WW1 battlefields where my grandfather and his brother served with the Australian Imperial Forces.  Looking at the lovely towns and villages and soft green fields it was hard to imagine the horrors of that war until our guide held up enlarged photos of blackened, treeless wastelands littered with bodies of men and horses.  We visited the immaculately cared for Commonwealth War Graves and memorials and it was very humbling to see the thousands of graves of young men who never went home. Particularly sad was the inscription on so many headstones - "Known Only to God". I could only assume their bodies were unrecognisable and their identity discs buried in the mud or blown elsewhere. When thousands died in one battle, the ghastly task of identifying and recording the death on their service records would have been huge, and I am sure mistakes were made. After the tour ended, I got to wondering if it was possible for a soldier to swap identity discs with another who had been killed in battle.  In those days, War Service records were hand-written with basic descriptions of the soldier - name, address, age, marital status, religion, place of birth, height, weight and colouring. Curiosity grew to a real need to know, so I contacted London's Imperial War Museum and the Australian War Memorial in Canberra asking that question.  Both replied that it was possible but the chance of discovery very real and the penalties very harsh. Neither confirmed it did happen but that was good enough for me for me to begin my third book, The Proposition.  My protagonist enlisted to avoid jail, knowing very well it was be killed on the battlefield or return home to face the law. Then, the one chance for a new life was in front of him.


They met on the eve of a battle. One enlisted to avoid prison, the other enlisted to avoid the money lenders. On the bloodied fields of France, Harry Connelly collapses beside the corpse of Andrew Conroy. It is a risk, a hanging offence, it’s his only hope for a future. Harry swaps identity discs.
Now Andrew, he is just another face in post war London until a letter arrives with a proposition. Accepting is out of the question, refusing plunges him into a nightmare of murder, jealousy and greed. To survive he must live this lie without a mistake, until he falls in love with Lacey. To keep her he must tell the truth and face the consequences.


     “Excuse me, call of nature.”
     The niggling coil of unease had been growing and now, as Andrew watched the dining room door close behind Elliot, his instincts were jabbing at him. His host had been charming and hospitable. Last night, after a delicious dinner at Browns Hotel, they’d touched on their family connection, unsure of what to say without offending the other. Elliot had twirled his glass between his fingers. “My grandparents made a lot of money from the textile industry, my father sold seventy percent of those businesses and invested in other profitable enterprises. To put it simply, he was a very astute, successful businessman, but I’m afraid he was not a good husband and father. He cared little for us and it distresses me that he cared even less for you and your mother.” 
    Today, Elliot had proudly introduced him to his pride and joy, a dark grey Austin-20hp and they’d motored smoothly out of London and onto the soft Essex countryside. When they’d stopped at Thaxted’s Swan Inn for lunch, Elliot had commented, “Every spare acre in Essex has been growing vegetables, doing their bit for the war effort and rationing.” When they continued on to Saffron Walden, he’d pointed to his left, “Railway station, a branch line from Audley End. Made a big difference to this town.”  They’d stopped briefly in High Street, then through the marketplace, bumping over cobblestones to a wider road and finally stopping at the entrance of a large Victorian house. He’d been shown to his room overlooking the rear of the house with its garden rows of vegetables. Elliot had apologised again, business to attend to and please make himself at home. Not used to the substantial meals, he’d slept until five pm. At seven pm, he’d joined Elliot in the dining room where silver serving dishes containing roast beef, baked potatoes and green vegetables sat on spirit warmers.  “Very informal this evening,” Elliot had said breezily. “I asked my daily help to prepare something easy for us, so please, help yourself.” The only time his host’s friendliness disappeared was when the daily help tapped on the door to tell him she’d answered the phone and left the message on the phone pad. Something was very wrong, or perhaps he was too jumpy from living on this tight rope of lies.
     The door opened again. “Much more comfortable,” Elliot grinned. “More wine?” 
     “No thank you, I might not be able to climb the stairs, but I must thank you for another very pleasant evening.”
    Elliot’s grin disappeared. “It’s time to discuss the business proposition which will give us both what we want.”
    “I confess I was intrigued when I received your letter,” Andrew replied guardedly.
    “You will perform a service and if that service is completed satisfactorily, I will pay you three hundred pounds and pay your outstanding debts.”
   Andrew went perfectly still. “Perform a service?”
   “You will impregnate the woman I married.” 

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Jan Selbourne grew up in Melbourne, Australia. Her love of literature and history began as soon as she could hold a pen. Her career started in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting then a working holiday in the UK brought the history to life. Now retired, Jan can indulge her love of writing and travel. She has two children and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

#BookReview – “Dark Challenge” by Christine Feehan


Julian Savage was golden. Powerful. But tormented. For the brooding hunter walked alone, always alone, far from his Carpathian kind, alien to even his twin. Like his name, his existence was savage. Until he met the woman he was sworn to protect...

When Julian heard Desari sing, rainbows swamped his starving senses. Emotions bombarded his hardened heart. And a dark hunger to possess her flooded his loins, blinding him to the danger stalking him. And even as Desari enflamed him, she dared to defy him with mysterious, unparalleled feminine powers. Was Desari more than his perfect mate? Julian had met his match in this woman, but would she drive him to madness... or save his soul?


In the fifth book of the Dark/Carpathian series, Julian Savage is a Carpathian warrior ready to seek the dawn and end his life. After committing a heartbreaking mistake in his childhood, he’s lived centuries in solitude and avoided the people of his race, especially his twin brother Aiden, and he cannot bear the bleakness of his lonely world any longer. He just has one last task to complete and then he’ll be free, but finding his lifemate alters his plans.
Desari is in danger from vampires and fanatical human vampire hunters alike, but she and her close-knit family unit are prepared for anything, except for Julian. He saves her life from the hunters and binds her soul to his, but she doesn’t understand the concept of lifemates or what it truly means to be Carpathian. She and her hodge-podge family have lived together for centuries away from their homeland, never knowing the history and customs of their people. They’re traveling musicians, and performing is the only thing that keeps the family focused and together. Desari’s voice is magic, but she inadvertently draws attention from murderous vampires just by being a woman.
Julian and Desari are strong, likeable characters. He’s arrogant and controlling to a fault, but smart enough to back off and to admit when he’s wrong. Desari is full of light and love, never having lost her emotions and sense of color as the males of the species do. She’s strong in the face of adversity, which is mainly her overprotective lifemate Julian and her overbearing brother Darius, and stands up for what she needs and believes in. She makes Julian into a better man.
I adore the secondary characters (Darius, Dayan, Barack, and Syndil). Darius in particular is amazing and perhaps ever stronger than Julian, and his book is one of my favorites in the series. The drama between Barack and Syndil makes for an interesting subplot, which is further developed in Darius’s book.
Though I liked this story, the head hopping sometimes led to confusion, and I had to reread passages to understand who was thinking/talking. There’s lots of repetition, mostly Julian reiterating the same thing to Desari. The story mostly takes place in woodsy forest areas and in various music venues, and the scenery is always well described and breathtaking.
4 Stars

Tuesday, January 28, 2020

#NEBT - "Viking Surrender" series by Ashe Barker

VIKING SURRENDER SERIES, The Prologue and Brandr

Exciting news!
Love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?

The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the 'Vikings' boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues... so you can find out 'what happens next' for all nine couples.

If you're yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you've a real treat in store.

For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited.

Happy Reading... your Viking warrior book boyfriends await

Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker 
(Viking Surrender #1) 
Essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetiser absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Begin the journey here...

Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance by Ashe Barker
(Viking Surender #2) 

Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Excerpt from Brandr

“Lady, what are you doing out here?”
She did not see him but heard his low growl from deep within the forested area to the south of their settlement. Eithne stood a moment, and Brandr appeared from among the trees.
She gasped, stepped back. She had momentarily forgotten just how large he was, how menacing. Brandr’s hand shot out to catch her just in time or she would have tumbled backwards into the undergrowth.
“Steady. I do not wish your bottom to be already covered in bruises before I have an opportunity to take a switch to your tender flesh.”
“A…a switch?” Sweet Jesu, she had not bargained on that. A hand-spanking, perhaps…
“Aye. And you may consider yourself fortunate it is not to be worse.”
“Worse? In what way might it be worse?” she wondered aloud.
“You will be punished within the confines of our home. The rest of your people will no doubt hear your cries, but they will not witness your punishment with their own eyes.”
Eithne stared at him, his hard features illuminated by the lamp she still held, though her hand shook. She supposed she should thank him but could not bring herself to do so. His next words rendered such a response unnecessary.
“I see no cause to bare my wife’s body for all to enjoy. Your nudity will be for my eyes alone.”
“You are a savage, Jarl. A barbarian,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “You say these things to frighten me.”
“I say these things because they are true. And were I truly a savage, you would not be standing in front of me pointing the matter out. You would have already tasted the Norse justice you seem so certain of.”
“I do not understand…”
He sighed and released his grip on her arm. “And I do not understand what brings you out so late. Is there a problem, lady?”
“No. I just… I wondered where you were and…and if you needed me to tell you which cottage is mine. Ours.”
“I think you may rely upon me not to become lost. I know which dwelling is yours, Eithne.”
“You mean to share it with me?”
“Of course.”
“This night?”
His lip quirked, the expression caught in the lamplight. “You seem eager, little Pict. Can it be that you imagine you might distract me from administering your punishment by offering me the delights of your body?”

Monday, January 27, 2020

#GuestPost and #BookSpotlight - "A January to Remember" by L. B. Joyce


My name is L. B. Joyce. I am the author of the series, Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories. So far, there are 6 books in the series with A January to Remember, the latest published in December of 2019.

I am a freelance artist by day, with Christmas ornaments my specialty, and a writer by night. I also participated in quite a few recipe contests over the years. (a finalist in the Pillsbury Bake-Off 2008, 2010 and 2012, Betty Crocker and Nestles, to name a few.) I’ve lived in the Northeast suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio, for my entire life. For the past thirty years or so, I’ve lived in the city of Chagrin Falls.

One can’t help but imagine Chagrin Falls as the perfect little town for the set of a romance movie. For those of you who’ve had the chance to visit, you know what I’m talking about. For those of you who haven’t, you should make it a point to stop by and spend a day with us. I know you’d love the small-town atmosphere. And yes, as indicated in the name, there actually is a falls. As a matter of fact, there are two – one is natural, the other man made. I’m surprised the Hallmark channel hasn’t found us yet.

So, even though the first book of the series (A Million Decembers) was set in Chicago, this changed when Kevin, the brother of one of the main characters in that story gets a call to play baseball for Cleveland’s professional baseball team. From that point on, all the stories have taken place in the Cleveland area. And this is where I intend to keep them. Since all of the characters have become so close and their numbers have grown, each with their own distinct and lovable personalities, I couldn’t possibly shake up their lives and move them somewhere else. This would be unthinkable.

When I first started working on A Million Decembers, a process that took me over two years to finish, I had no intention of turning it into a series. Nope, I was going to write one book, get it out of my system and leave it at that. But when the few people I let read my manuscript suggested I keep the story going, I thought, why not? Believe me, I more than questioned that decision in the very beginning. What had made me think I’d be able to write twelve books? Was I out of my mind? But here I am, ready to start on book seven and still going strong. 

A January to Remember is probably my favorite of what I’ve
written so far. But then I think this about every book when I finish it, something I’m sure most authors will agree. The process of leaving behind the characters you’ve nurtured for so long, to jump right in to the next story, can be hard. Really hard. This is why I love writing a series. The characters never really leave, popping up, here and there, to help carry on the stories that follow.

Chester, who makes an appearance in the second book, For the Love of July,
is the one character who’s been my inspiration in writing this series. He’d
probably be very pleased to hear this since he really didn’t come across as a
good guy in the beginning. Since then, he’s made an appearance in almost every new story, always encouraged by Sophie, the love of his life and the woman he claims changed his life.  If a situation starts to get out of hand or there’s a problem to be solved, he’s right there to set things straight. But more importantly, he’s proof that love can conquer all. He also good at bringing humor into the mix, since most of the time, he just doesn’t get it. But don’t worry, Sophie is always there to guide him.  

Humor is something I’ve made sure to include in my writing. After all, one can’t be serious all of the time. Especially when it comes to falling in love. A little humor can get you through the worst of times. Ask Chester, he’ll agree.

I love writing in the romance genre because I love the happy ending that is always a mainstay of each story. I don’t know about you, but when I read a book or watch a movie, I want the satisfaction of knowing everything turns out well in the end. And with the huge following the romance genre draws, it appears I’m not the only one who feels this way. If you stop to think of all the movies made over the years, you’ll be hard pressed not to find a romance of some kind worked into the story line. There are also so many sub-genres in the romance category, enough to fit everyone’s own personal taste. It’s great to have so many choices.

I have only been on this journey for the past five years and I’m still happily writing, possibly now more than before. And, yes, there are times I sit in front of my computer, my mind having gone completely blank. Or I read over what I’ve written, wondering why I ever thought I could call myself a writer. But after taking a short break, maybe a long walk or time spent on my current art project, I’m ready to jump back in. 

So… to anyone who’s thinking about writing a book, I say go for it. Most of us tend to spend too much time self-doubting ourselves, getting hung up on too many little details instead of enjoying what we’ve accomplished.
So, take that leap like I did. Sit down and start writing. And when you’re not writing, read everything you can about writing, publishing and marketing. Connect with other authors and learn from what they have to say.  Remember your goal is not to become famous, only to bring out what you maybe didn’t know you had inside, just waiting to come out.

One last thing, whenever I tell someone I’m a writer (as you can probably tell, I’m still having a hard time referring to myself as an author), the most common response is they’ve always thought of writing a book, too. If you can relate to this, then stop thinking.

Just do it.

Take care and happy reading,

A January to Remember - Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories - Book 6


It’s been said third time’s a charm and Hannah Michaels was only hours
away from making this happen. After a misunderstanding, an unexpected departure and too much time lost before and after, she was more than ready. The first real date Sean had promised was about to happen.
But then she did something so incredibly stupid. While out for a run, she stepped out in front of a speeding motorcycle. Sailing head-first into a parked car, she was suddenly left with no recollection of the last two years of her life. Unfortunately, Sean fell into this void.
Even though Sean Young had been next in line to take over his family’s cattle ranch in Australia, baseball had always been his first love. His goal to play professionally was realized when an offer by Cleveland had him leaving the ranch and his family behind to fulfill this dream.
Never did he expect to take one look at Hannah and have her steal his heart. Nor, after returning from an unexpected trip home due to a family emergency, did he think he’d have to start all over again, proving the love they’d shared before her memory loss was still the real thing.
Will this third time become that promised charm? Will Sean’s persistence pay off?

Another captivating addition to this series, A January to Remember is a love story you won’t want to end. A true romance at its best.
See why so many romance novel enthusiasts are hooked on this series and the cast of characters. True romance at its best, get caught up in their stories. Find out who will be the next to fall in love.

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Saturday, January 25, 2020

#ReleaseDayBlast - "Lyrical Embrace" in Audio by Amber Daulton

Series: Deerbourne Inn (book 4)
Narrator: Georgia Allens
Audiobook Rights Holder: Amber Daulton with Daulton Publishing
Audiobook Release Date: January 23, 2020
Ebook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Ebook Release Date: February 11, 2019
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 40k
Heat Rating: 3 Flames


Out-of-work violinist Erica Timberly decides enough is enough. She leaves her abusive boyfriend and flees the big city, but then her car breaks down in the middle of the night. Though wary of men, she accepts help from Dylan Haynes, a stranger driving by on the road, and soon recognizes him as the sexy former drummer of her favorite indie rock band. Maybe, just maybe, her run of bad luck is finally turning around.
Music teacher Dylan Haynes knows Erica is in trouble, and her black eye is only the first clue. The stubborn yet vulnerable woman needs a friend, but he’s determined to give her everything she deserves.
Will Erica listen to the music in her heart and trust Dylan, or will her past always threaten her future?


Erica checked her watch. “It’s almost nine o’clock. What do you want to do now?”
“I have something in mind, but I’d like to surprise you.”
“Ooooh, interesting.” She braced her elbows on the table, weaving her fingers together, and braced her chin on her linked hands. “The movie theater in Montpelier?”
“Nah, it’s too late to go there tonight. The back-to-back movie marathons will have already started by now.”
“You’ve piqued my interest. C’mon, let’s go.” Erica handled the check, to Dylan’s irritation—she asked him to dinner, after all—but he took care of the tip.
After they left the tavern, Dylan pulled her close and circled his strong arms around her waist. Heat radiated from his body as he kissed her in the parking lot.
The shock of his lips on hers stilled Erica’s heart, but then the organ jump-started like an engine. Erica kissed back, desperate to taste him, and she savored the hint of spice on his tongue. She moaned and gripped the soft fabric of his shirt, almost ready to tear his clothes off.

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