Thursday, August 31, 2017

Haunted Blade by JC Daniels (Shiloh Walker) spotlight and excerpt

About the Book: 
Haunted Blade (Colbana Files Book 6) by [Daniels, J.C.]
Haunted, Hunted…Harassed.
Never let it be said that Kit Colbana had ever been given the easy road. Or even the semi-paved road. Only weeks after dealing with the mysterious—and murderous—being called Puck, she’s got another killer on her hands. Perhaps even two.
Some of the bodies turning up bring up haunting memories of a past she longs to forget, but as always, that past is chasing her at her heels, like a hated shadow.
As the body count racks up, there’s an imbalance of power, particularly among the vampire population, and Kit must yet again deal with ugly memories as one of the monsters who tried to break her is set free to deal with the imbalance of power. Yet while a power struggle rages in East Orlando, there’s another, more subtle battle taking place and Kit feels like the center of it all.
Arrogant? Maybe. But the dead bodies don’t bear the mark of her grandmother’s pet killer by sheer coincidence…and she doubts her nemesis being released is either.
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Excerpt :
“You’re trying to distract me.” I tugged my shirt down only to realize at some point, he’d already gotten my bra unfastened.  Swearing, I adjusted that and moved so that the table now separated us.  “Not funny, Damon.”
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” He tugged at his jeans and went to stretch out on the couch, watching me with heavy lidded eyes.
So he was hiding something—and it was a wasted effort because I knew what it was.
“I already know you met with Malcolm. And apparently, you’re distracted—that makes me think you’re worried about something,” I said, pacing closer to him.  “Or you’d figure out how I know.”
His nostrils flared and his body tensed.
He didn’t move from that lazy, slumped position, but his lids lifted and the dark pupils of his eyes flared, darkening his deep gray eyes to near black.  “You’ve talked to him…and Marie.  Both in one day.  I didn’t know you even knew them.  Ambitious, kitten.  You investigating me again?”
I curled my lip at him.  “Funny.”
“I’m not laughing.” He reached up and caught the front of my jeans, tugging hard enough that he pulled me off balance and I ended up falling onto his lap.
He wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight even when I tried to wiggle into a less-awkward position.
“Damn it, you’re a caveman, sometimes,” I said, jabbing him into the gut and twisting around until I was somewhat comfortable. He relented and loosened his grip, letting me sit straddling his lap. “For the record, am not laughing either.”
Jabbing him in the chest, I added, “No, I’m not investigating you, you dumb ass. He’s telling me that he wants me to do a job—says there’s a blade he wants me to find.”
Damon blinked, the action so slow it was almost comical. He did it a second time, this just simply closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re not taking the job,” he said after almost a full minute of silence.
I gave him a withering look.  “You’d do better to reword that, pal, because if I even thought you were trying to dictate how I could work and who I could work for, the two of us would be having the fight to end all fights, right before I kicked your ass out of my apartment, for like…forever.”
But if I expected those words to bring about any apology, clearly, I was mistaken.
Slowly, in a move that somehow conveyed all the power in his big body, Damon rose to his feet.  His hands hung loose at his sides as he studied me, head cocked.  “If Marie was here talking to you, and if you’ve been talking to Malcolm, I’m assuming you’ve already figured out a crucial detail.”
“Just what detail is that, big guy?” I asked, chin going up.
“The prick is dangerous.”
“Newsflash—I knew that quite some time ago.  I didn’t need to talk to Marie, or him, to figure that out.  I steer clear of him anyway.”
Stalking close, Damon reached out and hooked his hand around my neck, drawing me to my toes as he hipped his head.  “Then why are we having a problem here?”
I bit his lower lip, using that as a distraction.  It almost worked.
The knee I tried to drive up between his knees worked better.
Still, between the two, I was able to twist away from him and evade his grasp as I moved farther away.  As he turned toward me, blood welling on his lip, I held up a staying hand.  “We’re about to have even bigger problems if you don’t calm the hell down,” I warned him.
He held his position, watching me with glittering eyes as he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. The small smear of blood that remained, he cleared with a flick of his tongue.  “We’re going to have a reckoning about this soon enough, you got that?”
“I’m scared.” I curled my lip at him, mostly to piss him off—I was plenty pissed myself.  “Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to work for him?  He’s either fae or an ancient—or both—and you think I’m that crazy, even after what went down with Puck?”
Damon’s brows shot up, then slowly, his face relaxed.  “You know what he is.”
“Please.” Smoothing my shirt down, I tried to settle myself, but the anger buzzing off him was taking on an erotic edge and that was affecting me in very, very unsettling ways.  “Give me some credit.  I realize I haven’t been around the block as many times as you have, old man, but I’m not exactly an idiot.”
He rocked back on his heels, still eying me narrowly.  “Since you know what he is and you’ve already said you don’t plan to work for him…what’s the problem?”
“You!” Huffing out a breath, I crossed my arms over my chest.  “You big ass, you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do!  You’re not my alpha! You’re not my sugar daddy, my boss or my master.  I love you, Damon, but you don’t get to control me—I don’t obey your orders but you think you can growl and snarl at me and I’ll meekly obey, after all this time?”
About the Author: 
J.C. Daniels is the alter ego of author Shiloh Walker and was created basically because Shiloh writes like a hyperactive bunny and an intervention was necessary.  J.C. is the intervention.  The name… J.C. Daniels is a play off of the three people who pretty much run Shiloh’s life.
J.C./Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing just about every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest.  She writes urban fantasy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance, among other things.
About Me…seriously
They always say to tell a little about yourself! I was born in Kentucky and have been reading avidly since I was six. Writing became more my focus in middle school-I had a very boring teacher and voices in my head.  There was also a book that didn’t end the way I wanted it to end-don’t ask me the book, because I don’t remember.  I just remember I started writing.  I never stopped.
About me now… hmm… I’ve been married since I was 19 to my high school sweetheart and we live in the mid-west. I started writing full time in 2004, which lets me write during the day and still devote more time to my family- three adorable children who are growing way too fast and my husband who doesn’t see enough of me.
I like to read.  There’s a shocker!
This list will vary, a lot, but personal faves include Nora Roberts, Stacia Kane, Ilona Andrews, Kresley Cole, Julie James, but my all time favorite is SL Viehl.  She writes sci fi and romance, but my favorite of hers is the sci fi series Star Doc.  If you haven’t read them, I think you’re missing out.

Review to follow. This is another great addition to the series!

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Just Another Viscount in Love by Vivienne Lorret (Spotlight, excerpt, review, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

by Vivienne Lorret


GENRE: Historical Romance



As the toast of the ton, Samuel Wortham, Viscount Ellery, should have no trouble finding a wife. Yet each lady he pursues ends up married to another. As a last hope, Sam plans a house party, intending to choose a bride from one of his guests. But when he encounters a raven-haired beauty by his estate’s pond, he’s captivated by her charm and desperate to see her again.

A quiet trip to the country is just what Gemma Desmond needs to take her mind off marriage. After all, as the daughter of a notorious criminal, her prospects seem quite grim. The last thing she expects is a chance meeting with a handsome lord and an invitation to his lavish house party. Ellery is everything she hoped for in a husband. But can she ever escape the stigma of her father’s misdeeds? When a pair of conniving debutantes frame her for theft, Gemma has her answer. Unwilling to let her scandalous reputation taint the kind, honorable man she adores, she flees. Yet Ellery isn’t about to give her up. He might be just another viscount in love, but he refuses to let this potential bride slip through his fingers…



“Well, I know my aunt is fond of you.”

Ellery angled toward her, his boots shifting to the outer edges of her slippers. The lapels of his coat were only a breath away from the rise and fall of her breasts. Lifting his hand to her cheek, his fingers glided along the slope of her jaw to her chin and tilted her face up to his. “And what of her niece?” The rapid beat of her heart made it difficult to release a breath. It was locked inside of her like so many recent hopes and dreams. Her lips tingled, plumping under his dark, searching scrutiny. And when the tip of her tongue darted out to wet them, his head dipped toward hers, close enough that she caught the clean, spicy scent of his shaving soap and felt the heat of his breath.

Gemma’s eyes drifted shut of their own volition. “I have it under good authority that she likes you. Very much, indeed.”

His other hand released hers, his fingertips skimming up the length of her bare arm, setting off a shower of tingles. Cupping her face, he drew closer, his nose nuzzling beside hers. His lips brushed one corner of her mouth and then the other. “Enough to permit me to kiss her?”

A soft laugh escaped her. “I believe you already are.”

And it was heaven, these slow, searching nibbles at her lips, the feel of his warm breath against her skin.

“Not yet,” he said with more sampling tastes of the corners of her mouth and a sly sweep along the center. Cradling her face in his hands, he went still, waiting for her answer.

Restraint emanated from him in the small vibrations through his fingertips and in each shuddered breath between her parted lips. He would take only what she was willing to give. He was not selfish. His honor and decency were not merely for show. These qualities were part of him and in his every action.

And she loved him all the more for it.

But this was not the time for hesitation. They’d been patient for long enough. Ages and ages. She wanted him to know that he didn’t need to hold back. Not with her.

Slanting her head, she whispered against his lips, “Then show me.”

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USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET transforms copious amounts of tea into words. She is an Avon author of works including: The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Season’s Original Series, and the upcoming Emma Identity Series. For more information on her books, sign up for her newsletter at





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 My review:

4.5 out of 5 stars

Just Another Viscount in Love by Vivienne Lorret is a delightful historical romance novella about beleaguered heroine Gemma Desmond trying to cope with the stigma of a notorious father. Her serendipitous meeting with a gentleman who admires her skill at tickling fish gives her hope that she can have an untainted relationship—at least until he finds out who she is. For his part, Samuel Wortham, Viscount Ellery, hopes he may have found his ideal, a woman who is honest with him. Convincing her to join his house party of eligible debutantes may be his best—or worst—idea ever.

I was immediately intrigued by Gemma, whose position in society is precarious but who still strives to hold her head up and search for happiness. Samuel is humble but persistent and I adore his family and his strength of character. The author evoked the dance of manners and complications nicely and I was invested in these people and rooting for them to overcome the adversities they face. I was very entertained by the concept of women’s effect on the way society runs through their state of dress and enjoyed the combination of humor and romance. This was a nicely compact story in one of my favorite genres and I am delighted to have found a new author to follow and I look forward to reading more of her stories.

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Romance Awareness Month--Tempting Mr. Wrong by Kerri Carpenter (spotlight and excerpt)

August is Romance Awareness Month and what better way to celebrate than to put some of our favorite romances from different genres on sale! Whether you are already a romance lover or new to romance reading you are sure to find something to fall in love with.

Tempting Mr. Wrong
Kerri Carpenter

Everyone can use a romance that not only makes your heart happy but will make you laugh as well! So be sure to pick up the romantic comedy, Tempting Mr. Wrong by Kerri Carpenter for just $.99!

Readers are raving about Tempting Mr. Wrong...

"This was a book I could lose myself in, easy to read and it made me feel,something that's important to me when I read a book." -Lovinghotbooks

"I loved this story. Carly and Lance have some definite chemistry and Icouldn't put the book down until I saw how it would all unfold." -LauraF., Reader review

"It's a beautiful book and shouldn't be missed." -Urvashi H., Reader review


A little temptation never hurt anyone…
Lance Townsend craves freedom after years living a structured existence in the Army. But just as he’s about to start on his bucket list, Lance receives an unexpected request: check in on his goddaughter. The problem? The adorable little girl’s aunt is the one woman he’s never been able to forget.

Carly Quigley can’t believe her brother’s best friend, the man who jilted her years ago, is at her door. He claims her brother asked him to check in on her niece and their fixer-upper, but all either of them can focus on is their undeniable attraction. Carly knows Lance is counting down the hours to leave, which makes him the wrong man for her. Unfortunately, the wrong man has become oh-so-tempting.


They walked back into the kitchen. Carly faced him. “What time is Mya coming home? Do I need to pick her up?”
            “Caitlin’s mom said she would drop her off.” He looked down at his watch. “In about two hours from now.”
            Carly put her hands in the pockets of her jeans and rolled back on her heels. “Wow, two whole hours, Mya-free. Just me and you.”
            She said it lightly, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, the implication that they were alone filled the room. No Mya, no interruptions.
            They stood on opposite sides of the table. He could see her chest rising and falling as the silence between them dragged on. His palms were damp and he wiped them on his jeans.
            God, she was so damn beautiful. Taking in her gorgeous body, the usual reminder that he shouldn’t look at his best friend’s sister like this didn’t surface. In fact, he’d stopped thinking about her as Chris’s sister days ago.
            Those green eyes that sparkled as if they were laughing at all times. Her luxurious red hair. All of those womanly curves packed into her petite body. What man would be able to resist her?
            Not me. Not anymore.

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Award-winning romance author Kerri Carpenter writes contemporary romances that are sweet, sexy, and sparkly. When she’s not writing, Kerri enjoys reading, cooking, watching movies, taking Zumba classes, rooting for Pittsburgh sports teams, and anything sparkly. Kerri lives in Northern Virginia with her adorable (and mischievous) rescued poodle mix, Harry. Visit Kerri at her website, on Facebook and Twitter, or subscribe to her newsletter.

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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

The Chocolatier's Wife/The Chocolatier's Ghost by Cindy Lynn Speer (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT


I am happy to share a guest post from author Cindy Lynn Speer, who answers my question...

ELF: What would I tell a new author?

CLS: I would tell a new author that there are two things in your control, and one thing out of it.

The one thing that is out of your control is luck.  I know people say “I make my own luck” -- but there is a difference between working hard and persevering (which I will speak of in a second) and things aligning right.  You send a manuscript out into the world and you are completely unable to do anything to direct the outcome.  The person who opens the MS might have had an argument with their lover, might have stayed awake all night worrying about something that happened to them…they might have passed a book store with a book that sounds just a tiny bit like yours. 

But that’s actually great.  Because if you do the work you are supposed to ahead of time, it’s not your fault. 

That means you should work on the two things you can control and not worry about what you cannot.  Don’t let yourself be discouraged, because as long as you present a clean, edited manuscript to people you researched, followed the guidelines on their website…the fact they say no has nothing to do with you or the quality of your work.  They just said no.  Maybe it’s not really their cuppa.  That’s OK.  Maybe they just sold something vaguely like it -- or failed to -- and are not in the mood to work with you.  That’s OK.  The same thing goes for readers, really.  You can control the quality, but you cannot control what they will think or do about it.  And that, too, is fine.

You can control your book.  Talent is the first thing you need, and a talent for writing should be honed, developed…and your work, short story, novel, whatever, must be honed and perfected, too.  You only get really good at anything by practicing, getting words down on paper, polishing the words until they gleam and move the heart or excite the mind.  Do whatever you have to do to create the best story possible.

You can control the work you put into the selling of your story.  Research and figure out the best social media plan, get an understanding for how the publishing world works and your choices.  Do you want to take a shot at being traditionally published, do you want to go it alone?  What do you need to do to give yourself the best chance of success?  Part of that is sheer research -- you need to make sure you don’t just send your book off to someone who does not care for your type of book.  And some of it is nodding, going OK, and just moving on.  Perseverance, in some ways, is the most important thing here, because it is so very hard to no give up.  Giving up, moving to another hobby, chilling in front of the TV -- it is so much easier than putting yourself out there to be judged.  But it is worth while.

And a bonus thing -- always be kind to yourself.  None of this is easy.  



by Cindy Lynn Speer


GENRE: Fantasy Mystery




A truly original, spellbinding love story, featuring vivid characters in a highly realistic historical setting.

When Tasmin's bethrothed, William, is accused of murder, she gathers her wind sprites and rushes to his home town to investigate. She doesn't have a shred of doubt about his innocence. But as she settles in his chocolate shop, she finds more in store than she bargained for. Facing suspicious townsfolk, gossiping neighbors, and William's own family, who all resent her kind - the sorcerer folk from the North -- she must also learn to tell friend from foe, and fast. For the real killer is still on the loose - and he is intent on ruining William's family at all cost.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost  Married to her soul mate, the chocolatier William, Tasmin should not have to worry about anything at all. But when her happily ever after is interrupted by the disappearance of the town’s wise woman, she rushes in to investigate. Faced with dangers, dead bodies, and more mysterious disappearances, Tasmin and William must act fast to save their town and themselves – especially when Tasmin starts to be haunted by a most unwelcome ghost from her past…literally.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost is an enchanting sequel to Cindy Lynn Speer’s bestselling romantic mystery, The Chocolatier's Wife.




Murder. Funny, how the idea of one’s future husband killing someone made headaches go away. It was not that she could not conceive that he was a killer; anyone who read the shipping information at the back of the newspaper, listing, among other things, the manifests of pirate ships that had been taken and destroyed, would know William was quite capable of killing. But, she reasoned, that was hot blooded killing, it was not murder. Poisoning someone with chocolate required coldness and cunning.

She moved at last, only enough to take her hair down. She stared at the pins in her hands. No. She could not believe that William was capable of cunning. He was smart, aye. But practical smart. Not without imagination, of course, you could not accuse a man who wanted to make chocolates of a lack of imagination, but he was also not the sort of man to go around blithely killing people with the very product he hoped to sell. She could not believe it.

After a while, the surprise wearing off, she tried to imagine the two paths her life might take. She thought of being at the university. She had trained there, and so she had friends as well as colleagues among the staff. Eventually she would have the seniority to teach only the advanced students, perhaps even ascend to the Circle, as her mother hoped. A life of teaching and learning how to use herbs, divining the secret meanings hidden in the wind, the rain, and the veins of leaves was hers. She was no master wizard, but she was very, very good, and she knew her life was mapped out for her here, a scholarly life of respect and decent wages and wanting for nothing. It was, clearly, a good life, which was why her family wanted it for her.

Then there was William. She tried to imagine him, blurry in her mind, by her side. A life of children, shop-keeping. It did not seem as glamorous or interesting, though she trusted she would be able to continue her studies and believed that William would provide for her, but her fame would be as his wife alone. No one would remember her save their children.  Still, it was not without its appeal, the idea of having someone who was all yours, someone to curl up against in the winter. It was harder to imagine the future, here, for she knew so little in comparison. The unknown could hold pain as well as joy.

She sighed, and went to bed, in a restless attempt at sleep for what remained of the night.

When she came down the next day she had two cases in her hands, and she was wearing her best traveling clothes. Her family looked up at her from their breakfast, as she put the heavier of the two down, her hands switching the other bag back and forth, nervous and moist on the hard, wooden handle. “You see,” she said by way of good-morning-and-here’s-my-explanation, “the problem is that I rather like him.”

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Cindy Lynn Speer has been writing since she was 13.  She has Blue Moon and Unbalanced published by Zumaya.  Her other works, including The Chocolatier’s Wife (recently out in an illustrated hardcover to celebrate its 10th anniversary) and the Chocolatier’s Ghost, as well as the short story anthology Wishes and Sorrows.  When she is not writing she is either practicing historical swordsmanship, sewing, or pretending she can garden.  She also loves road trips and seeing nature.  Her secret side hobby is to write really boring bios about herself.  You can find out more about her at, or look for her on Facebook (Cindy Lynn Speer) and Twitter (cindylynnspeer).



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Monday, August 28, 2017

Diving In (A Swift River Romance) by Kristina Mathews (VNBtM, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

I have the pleasure of having a guest post by author Kristina Mathews, who shares...

ELF: What was the most difficult thing to overcome on your path to becoming a published author and how did you conquer it?

KM: The most difficult thing for me to overcome on my path to becoming a published author was admitting my dream. I wrote in secret for many, many years before actually coming out as a writer in 2010. I had recently turned 40 and knew it was time to either do something about my lifelong ambition to write a book or give up on the idea.

I had finished my first book, but knew it was terrible. Only two words were worth anything, “The” and “End.”’ I started and possibly finished the next book and was working on Swept Away, a book inspired by the real life heroics of my husband and his brother in rescuing someone from the river while fishing one day.

I researched agents and publishers and I found Romance Writers of America (RWA). There was a chapter not too far from me in Sacramento but the next meeting was Opening Day of Little League, followed by my anniversary a month later. So in June of 2010, I attended my first meeting of the Sacramento Valley Rose chapter (SVR).

I was overwhelmed, but also immediately welcomed. People asked me “What do you write?” And it got easier the more I talked about it. I submitted my book to a 3 page read, and got valuable feedback. I entered contests and got even more feedback. My confidence grew, along with my knowledge of craft, branding, editing, writing love scenes, social media, and so much more.

I attended a three day retreat where I learned how to empower my characters’ emotions and self-edit using multi-colored highlighters. I got to know other authors and found my tribe.

Four years later, my first book was published and I attended my first RWA National convention in San Antonio. I met authors who mentored me through online courses, authors who I only knew from social media, and authors I read religiously. I went to my first Kensington party where I met the people who worked so hard in getting my books out on all the platforms. I had my first book signing and got several books signed by my fellow authors. Oh, and I spent several hours chatting with then RWA President Terry McLaughlin while on a layover in the San Francisco airport on the way home. A lot of it was surreal, like when Nora Roberts walked past me in the hotel bar.

Now, seven years later, my seventh book is coming out. I’d like to say it gets easier, but it doesn’t. In some ways, each book is harder because I now know more than I ever wanted to know about marketing, my internal editor is less content to keep quiet when I’m drafting a new story, and it’s much harder to write a synopsis for three books (two of which, I haven’t started on) than it was for the book I’d spent over a year writing, revising, and dreaming about.

Some days are harder than others. But when I’m most discouraged, I have my SVR sisters to support and encourage me—and give me chocolate. I have a husband who forwards me good reviews that show how my books touch people’s lives. And I have characters who won’t leave me alone. They need their stories to be told.


by Kristina Mathews


GENRE: Contemporary Romance



The sweetest revenge . . .

He’s the Swift brother who got left behind, the son abandoned by his father. Now Kyle Swift is a man determined to destroy the whitewater rafting empire built by the half-brothers he never knew, the Swift sons who got the life—and the love—he was denied. Seducing Fisher Jones isn’t part of his revenge, but sharing a bed with the beautiful whitewater instructor is the one bright spot in his otherwise dark plan. That is, if he manages not to fall for the sad-eyed beauty . . .

Fearless when it comes to facing even the most daunting river rapids, Fisher never takes chances with her love life—until the night she gets swept away by a sexy stranger. But when her one-night stand unexpectedly shows up in her whitewater class, Fisher faces her greatest challenge yet: keeping her heart safe from a man determined to put an end to the family business—and the life—she holds dear. . .



When it was his turn, Kyle was determined to make a good impression. On his fellow students, but mostly on his instructor. He wouldn’t be too cautious or too cocky. He would show that he’d been paying attention, soaking in Fisher’s words of encouragement and instruction.

He gave the commands. “Forward paddle. Stop. Left back.”

His crew did exactly as he instructed. The raft was perfectly positioned. Except the current was faster than he anticipated. They were headed straight toward the rock in the middle of the rapid. He used his paddle to make a correction, but he dug in a little too deep and he managed to spin them three hundred sixty degrees around. They hit the rock dead on, and the front of the boat lifted in the air, almost vertical, and everyone went flying into the river.

Well, not everyone. Kyle felt himself being jerked backward and tossed to the floor of the boat like a fish. He scrambled to a sitting position and found Fisher was maneuvering the raft through the rapid.

“I’m sorry. I guess I screwed up.” Kyle couldn’t remember the last time he’d admitted to a mistake. He’d made plenty, but never admitted them. But for some reason, he knew Fisher already knew he was in over his head, and she’d call bullshit if he tried to deny it.

“Help pull the crew back in,” she commanded as they came alongside the swimmers. “We’ll talk about it when everyone can benefit.”

Leia was the closest and Kyle was able to get her aboard; then she helped pull Brett into the raft while Fisher grabbed Nolan.

“Well, that was interesting.” Nolan shook his head and ran his fingers through his wet hair.

“Kyle has just demonstrated the dump truck move.” Somehow, Fisher kept her cool. Made it almost seem normal. “And the important thing is that he was able to account for all the passengers.”

What a loser. Instead of impressing her, he nearly drowned his fellow students.

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Kristina Mathews doesn't remember a time when she didn't have a book in her hand. Or in her head. But it wasn't until she turned forty that she confessed the reason the laundry never made it out of the dryer was because she was busy writing.

While she resigned from teaching with the arrival of her second son, she's remained an educator in some form. As a volunteer, parent club member or para educator, she finds the most satisfaction working with emergent and developing readers, helping foster confidence and a lifelong love of books. She proudly tells her students that she writes romance novels that they can read when they're older.

Kristina lives in Northern California with her husband of more than twenty years, two sons and a black lab. A veteran road tripper, amateur renovator and sports fanatic. She hopes to one day travel all 3,073 miles of Highway 50 from Sacramento, CA to Ocean City, MD, replace her carpet with hardwood floors, and throw out the first pitch for the San Francisco Giants.

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