Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Excerpt and a #Contest! VETERAN MOVERS by Marie Harte

I'm a sucker for a great hero, and I'm especially fond of military veterans, having served myself.

My latest release from Sourcebooks, SMOOTH MOVES, pits a USMC hero against and Army heroine, and the jabs, comebacks, and laughter flow freely among friends and family. But when it comes down to falling in love, Cash, the hero will have to woo Jordan, the heroine—not an easy feat considering the ex-Army MP can take down a man in seconds.

Check out this excerpt and enter to win a $10 Amazon e-gift card below!


Smith left them, and Cash glared at Smith’s back until he disappeared into the office. “I hate that guy.”
“I think the feeling is mutual.” Jordan wondered why.
“Has he been bothering you?” The look in Cash’s dark-green eyes warned her the man spoiled for a fight.
“Nope. He’s easy to get along with.”
Cash seemed disappointed. “Oh.”
“And he rarely talks. We got the Jasper job done in one day. Would have been back sooner, but traffic sucked.”
He let out a long sigh. “So what’s this favor I ‘owe you’?”
“I need you to talk to my brother.” The admission she couldn’t handle her own family felt easier while looking at his chest.
“Your brother?”
She glanced up, saw his interest, the way it lit up his face, and did her best not to stare at his firm, kissable lips. Damn it. She needed to focus on the man’s irritability, not his sex appeal.
Jordan swallowed. “How about I tell you about it over dinner tonight? And before you get any weird ideas, this is in no way a date. I do not want to have sex with you. I am not flirting or leading you on in any way. This is strictly to help my brother.”
He just stared at her. Unfortunately, behind him, Reid and Smith stared at her as well.
She felt her cheeks heat and wished she could sink through the floor.
“Man, I heard that,” Smith just had to say. “She in no way, shape, or form wants you, Cash. Not fucking at all.” Smith laughed as he walked away. His shouted “Rejected,” followed by more laughter, boomed down the corridor.
“Please tell me I can hit him,” he said to Reid.
“No. But I’m curious to hear why Jordan thinks she has to have this conversation with you,” Reid said. Jordan privately thought of him as Cash-Light. He had the same good looks but not as concentrated. Reid had a more slender build than his bulky older brother, and he had gray eyes. Not the mysterious, deep green of Cash’s. The debonair Griffith as opposed to Cash’s raw, wild bad boy.
“I’m not harassing her. Jesus, Reid.” Cash ran a hand through his hair, which caused his massive biceps to bulge. “Tell him, Jordan.”
A sucker for a pretty body more than a pretty face, Jordan felt every time she looked at Cash as if she’d been hit by a two-by-four because he possessed both. She nodded, distracted, wondering how much he could really bench-press.
“He is harassing you?” Reid asked, frowning.
“What? No, not at all.” She felt like a moron and forced herself to meet Reid’s concerned gaze. “Sorry. I meant I agreed with Cash. He’s fine. I just wanted to make sure my offer of dinner wasn’t confusing.” She wryly added, “You know your brother does better when things are laid out on the table.”
“True. Subtle he is not.”
“I’m right here,” Cash growled.
They both ignored him. “So you’re good then?” Reid asked her.
“Dandy.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow. Cash, I’ll be—”
“At Naomi’s. Shocker.” Cash shrugged, but Jordan had a sense his brother’s new relationship bothered him.
Reid didn’t seem to notice. “Have a good night, you two.” He started down the corridor. “Oh, and Cash, close up for me, would you?” Reid didn’t wait for his answer as he disappeared into the stairway.
“Why not? Not like I have a life or anything,” Cash muttered as he walked into the office. “Well? You coming?”
Jordan hurried after him and helped him turn everything off and lock up. They walked down the stairs and exited the building to the parking lot. She took a moment to watch the sun hide behind some purple clouds. Orange rays penetrated the sky-blue horizon and dotted through indigo and pink clouds, painting a picture. She wished she could bask in the moment, letting go of the worries dragging her down.
But Rafi hadn’t been around for breakfast this morning, and she knew he’d avoided her on purpose. Between yesterday’s conversation and the call she’d earlier received from his school advisor, she’d come to the end of her rope. And the timing couldn’t have been better, with her brother spending the next few days at their parents’ for a change.
Cash stopped at his car and turned to her. “Your place for dinner, you said?”
“Yes. Follow me. It’s a ten-minute drive. I’ll text you the address in case you get lost.” She sent it to him before getting into her car.
He followed without too much of a hassle since the hour had passed six. Once at her place, she parked and waited for him. The apartment complex didn’t look like much on the outside, but she had a furnished, one-bedroom unit for under a thousand in rent, and the landlord seemed like a nice lady. Since Jordan was ex-military, the woman had foregone the $200 nonrefundable cleaning fee and full rental deposit.
After letting them both in, Jordan took a glance around. The addition of Rafi to her tiny apartment made life cramped, but Jordan had lived under worse conditions. The place was clean, fitted out, and, if not to her taste, at least nothing to be embarrassed about. Yet she felt a case of nerves as Cash shadowed her, his large presence impossible to ignore.

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Monday, June 17, 2019

Growing Up on Mythology, Mystery, and Thrillers




Centaurs in love. When I need a break, I create pictures, take pictures, play with my dogs, play with my granddaughter, garden, weed, weed, weed....but mostly write.

I will never lose my love of fantasy though. It takes me out of the drudgery of life: didn't I just clean that toilet? What's the ring doing there again? Weeds? I pulled them all. How come there are more now than before? Groceries? I have no groceries again? Wasn't I just at the store?

Yep, fantasy is the stuff of fun.

Have a great, fantastical day. I'm late in blogging because my granddaughter (toddler) is here and she finally fell asleep. See? Reality. Now it's time to get back to Billionaire She-Wolf and that means fun!

Terry
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Highlanders, HOLT Medallions, and BFFs… by Alyson McLayne

How many of you have friends that go waaaaaaay back? So far back that when you look at pictures of the two of you, you can’t believe you were ever that young (or that thin). Your hairstyles and the clothes you’re wearing make you laugh (or groan—it was the 80’s, after all), but you love the happy, carefree smiles on your faces. :)

Well, I have one of those friends, and she visited me today—all the way from Spain.



Trina and I first met in Mrs. Lang’s grade three class when we were eight years old. We lived in a small, northern city called Prince George surrounded by wilderness—and bears. Lots of bears. Winter meant snow piled high against our windows and summer meant trips down south to warmer climes or camping lake-side in tent trailers. 

At eighteen we bought rucksacks and two plane tickets Down Under and we backpacked together throughout New Zealand and Australia—me with my pasty-white skin, slathering on sunscreen, and her turning a beautiful golden brown. There were no bears to worry about down there, just mad kangaroos, great white sharks and poisonous snakes and insects. 

It was wonderful!

Trina never lived in Canada again after that. She stayed Down Under for a while with someone she met there, and when they broke up, she moved to Hong Kong where she eventually met her European husband. They ended up in Germany for several years before finally settling in Spain. She never wanted kids and has built up an art studio in her village, teaching classes, painting, and creating mosaics and ceramic figurines that she displays in various art galleries. She works with clay, oils, and paint brushes, and has a kiln in her studio.


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My journey was more traditional. I returned home, got my degree, and then a few years later moved to Vancouver and met my husband. We had cats, dogs, kids, and mortgages—in that order. I always wanted children, and after struggling to conceive for several years, my husband and I were finally blessed with twins who are now seven. Between school drop off and pickup, I write adventure-filled historical romances set in the Scottish Highlands—I also write in my car as I wait for dance class and hockey practice to end, and I dictate scenes and story ideas into my phone while I’m walking the dog. The only physical, hands-on tools I work with are my laptop and sometimes my phone, and I only get to hold my art when my books are published. 

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Our lives are so very different… yet the same.

We spent the day together talking about family, relationships, getting older, and gossiping about news from our home town—about people we knew when we were eight or eleven or sixteen. And yes, we also went shoe shopping. 

Alas, we weren’t buying high heels anymore.

We talked about sex and menopause and the weird new lumps and bumps on our bodies. We even lifted our shirts to laughingly inspect the various rolls on our bellies and decide what kind of “fat” they were. Toxic fat? Baby fat? Stress fat? Menopause fat?

Almost-Fifty-Fat?

When my kids got out of school—Auntie Trina!!—we took the dog for a walk to the park, and after dinner, we sat in my driveway on lawn chairs while the kids zoomed around on their scooters. 

It was a glorious day.

We both have milestone birthdays coming up this year, and our lives don’t intertwine anymore in the way they did when we were kids or in the way my life intertwines with my mom-friends or my writer-friends. Still, we’re connected at a deeper level. We’re not just part of the sisterhood, following the same path, we are sisters.

Sisters because of our long history and common childhood experiences and memories, sisters because of mutual respect and admiration, sisters because we can say and do anything around each other and then laugh together, cry together, or call each other a dick.

Sisters because of a deep, abiding love. 

When I think about it, Trina’s probably the reason I often write strong female friendships in my books—the ones full of eye-rolling, laughter, and unconditional acceptance.

My book HIGHLAND CONQUEST (#2 in The Sons Of Gregor MacLeod) is dedicated to Trina because my heroine, Amber, has a long-time best friend named Isla. The scenes between Amber and Isla are some of my favorites. 

Like this one:
“Amber MacPherson you wait right there!”
Amber turned and scowled at Isla as the pregnant woman waddled down the passageway toward her. Her friend got bigger every day, and that glowing, energized state she’d had two months ago had turned into uncomfortable exhaustion. “Or what? You’re going to chase me down? Bump me with your belly?”
“Nay, I’ll tell our laird and make him chase you down. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll tell my husband you were mean to me, and you willna like what he does to you then.”
“I wasn’t mean to you.”
“Aye, you were. You made fun of my belly.” Suddenly she leaned against the stone wall and made a pained face.
Amber rushed over. “What is it?”
Isla grabbed her sleeve and held tight. “My way of getting you to come here. You’re right, I canna chase you, but I can hold on for as long as it takes.” She straightened from the wall, her brown eyes determined. “I spoke to Niall and he said you were free for a while.”
She blew a short, dismissive sound through her lips. “What does Niall know?”
“Everything. You canna fart without him knowing.”
Amber laughed. “Having trouble, are we?”
“Aye, the romance in my marriage died the moment Alban got me with bairn.”
“Tell that to your husband. He worships every inch of you—belly most of all.”
When Isla simply nodded, Amber laughed again.
“’Tis time,” Isla said. “You’ve been putting me off for days. You doona want me making the trek up here when it’s dangerous, do you? Because you know I will.”
“Blackmail?”
“Aye.”
Amber sighed and scowled again. “All right. Lead on.”
When Isla tugged her arm, she followed her down the hall to her old chamber, dragging her feet. A fire roared inside and a chair had been set up next to it, a bowl of water, a brush, a towel, and a blade sharpened to a razor’s edge set on a table beside the open window.
“Sit,” Isla said, then wrapped a towel around Amber’s shoulders, wet the brush, and began to work it through her jagged curls until they were soaked. “I canna believe it’s taken me so long to get you here, especially with our new laird visiting you every night.”
Amber saw where this was headed and pressed her lips tightly together.
“So that’s the way it’s going to be, is it?” Isla asked as she put down the brush and fussed with Amber’s hair, lifting it and pulling it, even playing with her part. “Not even a wee morsel of information? Niall tells me you fight with Laird MacKay. A lot. And he fights back.”
Amber scoffed. “The two of you, like a couple of interfering old women.”
“Well, maybe if you gave me some information…”
What could she tell her friend? Certainly naught about Machar Murray or being the bait to catch him. But there were other things, things she clamored to talk about, needed to talk about.
“What do you want to know?” she blurted out, her heart racing.
Isla’s eyes jumped to hers, the razor in her hand forgotten. “Really?”
“Aye. Quickly, now, before I change my mind.”
“Umm… Have you kissed him?”
“Aye.”
“Was it a good kiss?”
“Aye!”
“Oh, Lord. Have you touched him?”
“Of course I’ve touched him. I just said I kissed him, didn’t I?”
“No, I meant down there. Did you touch his cock?”
Her cheeks burned, and she groaned, rethinking her idea to share. “Nay.”
“Did he touch you? And I doona mean kissing. Has he touched you with his hands below your neck.”
Amber couldn’t get the words out, so she just nodded.
“But you haven’t—”
She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated breath. “God’s blood, I just told you I haven’t touched his cock. Last I heard, that part of his body was an integral part of tupping.”
Isla leaned down, her bonnie brown gaze intent on Amber’s. “Dearling, are you still a maid? God’s truth, I’ve been so worried for you the past few years with Machar Murray hounding you. If he touched you in any way, you have to know it’s not your fault.”
Amber’s chest tightened, and the feeling continued up her throat and behind her eyes until she felt them tear up. She dashed them away with the back of her hand.
“He ne’er touched me. That’s not to say he didn’t come close a few times. Twice he came by my cottage at night when I was alone, but I managed to get out and hide before he caught me. Then that last night at the castle he locked me in his chamber, but Niall got me out in time.”
She threw her arms around Isla and squeezed tight. “When I left, I ne’er thought I’d see any of you again. This terrible man, who thought he could do whate’er he wanted to me, to the rest of us, had chased me out of my home. Because he felt like he had some right to me. I was so angry. And so…sad.”
Isla was crying now too, and hugged her back. “And then Laird Lachlan MacKay appeared. Bigger and bonnier than life itself.”
“He pulled me from my horse, dragged me through the scrub, and tied me up.”
“So fierce. Protective and commanding. Yet…gentle.”
“Were you not listening to me? He. Dragged. Me. Through. The. Scrub.”
“I listened. There’s listening here”—she touched her ears—“and then listening here”—she touched Amber’s heart.
Amber raised a brow and tried to keep a straight face, but when she saw Isla’s lips twitch, she burst out laughing—they both did. After a minute, she sighed and said almost dreamily, “He just…doesn’t care.”
Isla pulled back. “What do you mean he doesn’t care? He’s been verra helpful with everyone. Kind and generous with his time.”
“Nay, I meant…he doesn’t care who I am or who I’m not. If I swear, if I’m a witch, if I’m bonnie or not bonnie, if I’m elbow deep inside someone’s belly, or pushing bone back into someone’s leg, if I’m dirty and bloody and smell of guts and—”
“Enough!” Isla held a hand over her mouth. “He may not care, but I do.”
Amber rolled her eyes. “Well, you better get used to it. What do you think’s going to happen when you have bairns? I could fill your head with—” She stopped at the horrified look on Isla’s face. “Aye, best you doona know. It’ll be lovely. You’ll push out a perfect, wee bairn, all sweet and pink, and I’ll hand him or her to you wrapped in soft white linen. Just like the baby Jesus.”
Isla squeaked and made the sign of the cross over her chest. “Lord have mercy, you’ll bring the devil down on both of us.”
“See, now, Lachlan would have thought that was funny.”
Isla gave her an assessing stare, picked up her blade, and started to shape Amber’s hair. “Are you in love with him, then?” she asked after a minute, slicing and fluffing and layering the strands.
Amber found herself holding her breath. “I am in…great annoyance with him most times. And in great…infatuation with him other times. I think about him often—where he is, what he’s doing, how his hands and mouth would feel on my body. Things occur to me, interesting things, mundane things, and he’s the one I want to share them with.” She scowled. “He makes me laugh.”
Isla scowled back, “He should be hanged.”
“The only man whoe’er made me laugh before was Niall.”
“And you certainly doona want to tup Niall.”
“I ne’er said I wanted to tup Lachlan either. I said I want his hands and his mouth on my body, but I have no interest in tupping.”
“But if you were married—”
“I ne’er said I wanted to marry him, either. And I’m certain he doesn’t want to marry me.”
“Why doona you want to marry him?”
“Well…why should I?”
“To have bairns.”
“I doona know if I want bairns.”
“Aye, you do. To have intercourse, then.”
“I doona want to have intercourse.”
Isla rolled her eyes. “Aye, Amber, you do. You willna be able to get enough of it.” She put down her blade and stared at her, fluffing and tugging strands into place. Finally, she said, “To have a man to call your own, who claims you as his own, who you can tell everything to and he’ll understand what you mean even if you tell him naught.”
“Sounds like witchcraft to me.”
“Nay, ’tis something divine, something sacred between the two of you, not profane or mundane, and when you have it, you’ll know. Do you want that, Amber?”
“I… I… Aye, maybe I do.”
“Well, is Lachlan the man who can give you that?”
“I doona know.”
Isla carefully took off the towel and shook it out the window. “I wish we had a mirror, so you could see how bonnie you look. If we were at court, you would start a trend for all the ladies to have short hair. Your eyes were beautiful before, but now they’re dazzling. And your lips and cheeks… Amber, you look like an angel.”
Amber raised her fingers to her hair. The ends fell evenly about halfway down her neck, with shorter pieces on top and others framing her face.
Isla kissed her cheek. “Niall has asked Alban and me to be there this evening, but I’m not feeling well enough. I’ll leave it up to you whether you tell Niall. Maybe you’ll want to be alone with Lachlan tonight.”


HIGHLAND CONQUEST has been nominated for the 2019 HOLT Medallion award. It's a heart-warming love story between Amber and Lachlan filled with humor, intrigue, and adventure. It’s also about friendship. Friendship between Gregor MacLeod's foster sons, and, just as importantly, friendship between Amber and Isla. 

Best Friends Forever.

May we all have an Isla, or a Trina, in our lives.

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Alyson McLayne writes historical romance set in the Highlands of Scotland. Highland Conquest, Book 2 in her series, The Sons Of Gregor MacLeod, is out now!
He was looking for vengeange…
Laird Lachlan MacKay never planned on leading his clan, but when his older brother was murdered, he was left with no choice. His vow to avenge his brother has led him to the MacPherson clan—and their bewitching healer, Amber.
Instead, he found her
Amber MacPherson is desperate. Dressed as a boy to escape her clan's treacherous leader, she runs right into Lachlan—who orders her detained. At first she causes him nothing but frustration, especially when she blackmails him into helping her clan. But when she’s threatened by the same man who murdered his brother, Lachlan will do whatever it takes to keep her safe—and by his side.

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Alyson McLayne is a mom of twins and an award-winning writer of contemporary, historical, and paranormal romance. She’s also a dog lover and cat servant with a serious stash of dark chocolate. After getting her degree in theater at the University of Alberta, she promptly moved to the West Coast of Canada where she worked in film for several years and met her Prop Master husband.
She and her family reside in Vancouver with their sweet but troublesome chocolate lab named Jasper.
Please catch up with Alyson on social media. She loves chatting with her readers! 



And if you want to see more of Trina Doerr's art, please check out her website at 
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Monday, June 3, 2019

One Dark Wish and Strawberry Pie

June Brings a pre-order link for ONE DARK WISH and a recipe for Strawberry Pie!




"Twisty plots, fantastic characters, and pitch-perfect pacing. Fabulous!" ―ALLISON BRENNANNew York Times bestselling author
Her life must be forfeit for his to be redeemed
Historian Sarah Munro is not used to being shot at, but that's just what happens while she's poking around cemeteries on Georgia's Isle of Grace, searching for the key to a centuries-old cipher. Her quest has unwittingly drawn the attention of two deadly enemies intent on destroying each other―and anyone who gets in their way.
Ex–Green Beret Major Nate Walker is on a mission of his own: to restore the honor of his men. To do that, he is required to stop Sarah―or one of his own men will die. Caught in the middle of a deadly rivalry, Nate can't afford to trust the woman standing in his way. But his heart says he can't afford not to...

ONE DARK WISH is a fast-paced story filled with all the staples of a romantic suspense, including a race through the historic city of Savannah and discovering hidden tombs in a long-forgotten cemetery, as well as sexy times. Yet Nate and Sarah do have a few moments to pause, reflect, and figure out what to do next. I guess you could call these "dates". lol

On one of these dates, Nate buys Sarah a slice of strawberry pie. Being from Boston, Sarah has never had a fruit pie that includes cointreau, kirsch, and whipped cream. And she falls in love. :)

I've included the recipe below for Sarah's Strawberry Pie. I hope you love it, and ONE DARK WISH, as much as she does!

Strawberry Pie
1 9” pre-baked pie shell
2 pints fresh strawberries, washed and hulled
1 envelope plus 1 ½ teaspoons unflavored gelatin
¼ cup cold water
¾ cup warm water
1 cup sugar
¼ cup kirsch
1 Tablespoon Cointreau

Slice each berry into 3-4 lengthwise slices. Blend enough of the berries to make 1 cup of berry puree. Chill remaining berry slices. 
In a small bowl, combine gelatin and cold water, stirring to dissolve. Set aside.
In a saucepan, add ¾ cup warm water and berry puree. Stir until mixture boils. Add sugar until dissolved and transfer puree to a medium bowl.
Add gelatin/water mixture to berry puree and stir until dissolved. 
Strain berry puree through a fine-meshed strainer to remove seeds.
Partly fill a large bowl with ice and put medium bowl on top. Stir until mixture thickens into a syrup.
Stir in Kirsch, Cointreau, and the remaining chilled berry slices.
Mix well but gently and turn into the prepared pie shell. Chill for at least 4 hours.
Serve with whipped cream.
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Sharon Wray is a librarian who once studied dress design in the couture houses of Paris and now writes about the men in her Deadly Force romantic suspense series where ex-Green Berets meet their match in smart, sexy heroines who teach these alpha males that Grace always defeats Reckoning.

Her acclaimed debut book EVERY DEEP DESIRE, a sexy, action-packed retelling of Romeo and Juliet, is about an ex-Green Beret determined to regain his honor, his freedom, and his wife.
 EVERY DEEP DESIRE is available on: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iBooks | IndieBoundKobo|  Google
Adding it to your Goodreads TBR list is also always appreciated! 

Thursday, May 30, 2019

HIGHLAND CAPTIVE—First Review!!!

The first review is in for HIGHLAND CAPTIVE (out Jul 30th) and I'm Happy Dancing!


"Sizzling love scenes and a captivating, intelligent heroine make this unusual story sizzle. McLayne’s novel will appeal to those who enjoy expertly paced Highland historicals with well-developed characters."
                                                                                                 —Publishers Weekly

I love that the reviewer started and ended the first sentence with Sizzle!! Thank you Publishers Weekly!

For the full review click here: https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1-4926-5459-9

The blurb:
She'd saved his son.
Could she save him as well?
Laird Gavin MacKinnon is a changed man―and not for the better. Ever since his young son, Ewan, disappeared two years ago, Gavin has grown callous and bitter. Scouring the countryside, his search leads him to a mysterious woman who maintains the boy is hers. He decides to take them both and ask questions later.
Deirdre MacIntyre will go with the brooding laird if it will keep her son safe. Gavin has to admit that the beautiful lass has a bond with Ewan, and things aren't adding up. When Deirdre's clan comes to claim her under threat of war, Gavin has a choice to make: fight for her or let her go.

An excerpt:
He stopped in front of her, eyes intent on her face. Then he held his hand out, palm up. She looked at it like he held a swarming wasp nest and shook her head emphatically. No.
He didn’t step back, he didn’t put his hand down; he just continued to stare at her and wait.
“I canna dance,” she blurted out. “I willna dance, and you canna make me.” When he didn’t move, she said, “Oh, Gavin, please. Just go away.”
“I’ll help you,” he said. “You can lean against me like you did on Thor, and I’ll lead you through the dance.”
“I’ll step on you, or I’ll fall down.”
“Your feet are tiny, and I’ll catch you. Trust me, Deirdre.”
“Nay,” she wailed, but she put her fingers in his grasp anyway and allowed him to pull her up into his arms. She rested there for a moment, her body pressed to his, trying to absorb some of his strength.
“What are you afraid of, love?” he asked.
She stared at the hollow in his throat, her thoughts chaotic, her emotions running wild—like they’d been doing every day since he’d captured her. It was overwhelming. She didn’t want to have to face down one more thing.
“Am I your captive?” she asked.
“Nay, of course not.” He tilted her chin up, his brow furrowed with concern. “What made you ask that?”
“Sometimes I think it would be easier if I were. Then I wouldnae have to think about all the things I could or couldnae do, all the choices. I’d just do as you wanted. It was easy with Ewan, locked away in my own little castle.” Her arms slipped around his waist. “This is hard,” she whispered.
He raised his hand, brushed his fingers down the side of her face. “Dance with me, Deirdre. I willna let you fall. Ever.”
“I’m scared.”
“Aye, love. So am I.”
They weren’t talking about a Highland reel anymore. “I doona want to dance down here. I doona want people to see me.” She leaned the side of her face into his palm and closed her eyes. “Come upstairs with me?”
He stilled, like a great hunting cat. Several moments passed, and he pressed her cheek to his chest. She could hear his heart pounding, feel the quick rise and fall of his lungs. She turned her head and kissed him through his linen léine.
“Ewan…” he said, his breath gusting past his lips.
“Has Annag to take care of him.” She kissed him again. “Capture me, Gavin.”
She knew the moment he decided. His arm tightened around her, his hand pressed more firmly against the side of her head. Not hurting her, just…making a decision for the both of them.
She sighed, became softer, more malleable. And everything about him hardened even further, which didn’t seem possible. She knew he would take her tonight. Because she was his.
Gavin MacKinnon had captured her.

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Alyson McLayne is a mom of twins and an award-winning writer of contemporary, historical, and paranormal romance. She’s also a dog lover and cat servant with a serious stash of dark chocolate. After getting her degree in theater at the University of Alberta, she promptly moved to the West Coast of Canada where she worked in film for several years and met her Prop Master husband.

She and her family reside in Vancouver with their sweet but troublesome chocolate lab named Jasper.

Please catch up with Alyson on social media. She loves chatting with her readers! 



Wednesday, May 29, 2019

SEAL Wolf Surrender releases!!!!!

You know you want him.
“Terry Spear continues her popular Wolf & SEAL Wolf series with the story of Brock and Natalie who don’t want to have anything to do with dating but are thrown together by the unlucky task of grabbing the wrong bag at the luggage claim at the airport. Showing that a minor mistake can lead to danger and love. Can a family of lone wolves fit into a pack? Can hearing a voice change your life. They answer is YES if the SEAL Wolf Surrenders. I’m always ready for the next Terry Spear books. Which SEAL Wolf will be next or will she go in a different direction and give us the story of an Army Ranger by the name of Shawn? Just a Hint Ms. Spear!!!”~~Kim Roller, Goodreads
Shoshana Frank said:  “Spear’s latest paranormal romance is filled with high action, heart-pounding chemistry, and a wolf-pack of vivid characters.” Booklist
For a shifter with no interest in she-wolves…he sure is territorial.
Wolf shifter and former Navy SEAL Brock Greystoke isn’t interested in she-wolves. The last one in his life ambushed him with the intent to kill. So when he’s tasked with helping his cousin’s friend get to a wedding, he has no intention of getting involved with her…
She-wolf Natalie Silverton has inadvertently crossed a group of dangerous criminals, and she’s in dire need of a bodyguard. Good thing Brock is there to protect her. At every turn, their work—and play—brings them closer to catching the criminals and to each other, but Brock will have to get them out of this alive if he has any hope of winning Natalie’s heart.
SEAL Wolf Series:
A SEAL in Wolf’s Clothing (Book 1)
A SEAL Wolf Christmas (Book 2)
SEAL Wolf Hunting (Book 3)
SEAL Wolf In Too Deep (Book 4)
SEAL Wolf Undercover (Book 5)
SEAL Wolf Surrender (Book 6)
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https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/seal-wolf-surrender/id1447278682?mt=11
https://www.booksamillion.com/p/Seal-Wolf-Surrender/Terry-Spear/9781492677291?id=7079882685730
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seal-wolf-surrender-terry-spear/1129309843?ean=9781492677291#/



When the wolves get into the thick of it, it's time for the bad guys to get out of the counterfeit money business, or else!

Counterfeit money is big business. I was talking to a friend who works at a bank in security and I asked him about the money. He said a teller took a $20 bill from someone that was a fake just this past week. Bank had to eat the loss because they didn't catch it in time. So the question is, was the person dropping it off a good guy or bad? And was he or she a wolf?

Have fun with SEAL Wolf Surrender! Hope you love it!! Next up is the 10th Anniversary release of Destiny of the Wolf!

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Terry
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